6 comments/ 61170 views/ 14 favorites Lynn's Journeys By: t_girl_3 and so it began… "Aaaaaah, oh God, oh, oh………my voice screamed into the dark of my bedroom, my breathing and gasps coming in quick, hard, rhythmic pulses. Slowly, making the moment last as long as I could, my fingers withdrew from between my legs, my juices glistening on them in the dim light sneaking through my closed blinds and curtains from the street lamp outside of my condo. I lay there, my breathing coming under control now, my naked body wet with the perspiration of satisfying masturbation; yet, another masturbation, taking care of my own damned needs again, I thought, as my fingers played with my soft pubes, wet from my excitement. Sleep washed over me soon, a slight smile on my lips from sucking my climax from my fingers. "Good morning, sunshine," Betty said to me when I reached my office the next morning, "any news?" The 'news' would be whether or not I had become, yet again, an aunt to the newest niece, or nephew, to be born to one of my prolific, propagating sisters. "Nope, nothing yet, Betts" I replied taking off my winter coat, the chill of the outside air still fresh in my cheeks and on the tip of my nose. "Well, I'm sure it won't be long," smiling at me and turning to answer her phone. My parents wanted lots of grandchildren and my two sisters were doing their damndest to give them just that, popping out kids every couple of years for the last six years. Mom and Dad had long given up on me, their oldest, of ever having kids. Whenever the subject was raised about whether or not my latest beau was 'the one', my responses generally indicated that, I wasn't as serious about whoever the beau was as they would have liked me to be. My latest boyfriend had departed my life a few months back and that was okay; I missed the steady sex, sort of, not that it was that great, but really not much else. He asked me to marry him and I turned down the offer, not seeing me spending the rest of my life as his 'wifey', to use his words. So once again, I was 'between' beaus, and at Thirty, I was just peachy-fucking-fine with my current status. I could have men; they came on to me a lot, but I was picky. Picky? Hell, I was damned choosy, latching on to a guy as a steady only when I felt the need to resume regular fucking again. I was attractive, I knew it, but I didn't really flaunt it like most gals would have done that had my looks and body. I know that sounds very conceited and egotistical but its not meant to be, it's just that I knew that men liked me a lot ever since I blossomed into womanhood at sixteen or so. So, I had beaus whenever I wanted to but I didn't have that 'burning fire in my belly' to marry and propagate the species. I just didn't, and I seemed to be the only in my family to accept that fact. "Lynn, are you sure you're not a lesbo?" my sister, Jan, asked one night when I was visiting and had helped her get the kids ready for bed. Her nose wrinkled in distaste when she said the word. "Screw you, Jan, I've probably had more dick than you'll ever see," I angrily said back to her. I was sure, in my head, that my prim and proper sister fucked only to make kids, her geeky husband not being a world-beater as far being 'hot' was concerned. But, that was her problem, not mine; as far as I was concerned, I didn't have a problem. To say my familial relationships, most times, is contentious, is an understatement of great magnitude. "Goodnight, Betts, see you on Monday," I said as we parted outside of our building. "Goodnight, Lynn, have a good weekend," she replied, waving as she turned into the wind howling between the canyons of downtown office buildings. Bending against the cold, I clutched my overcoat and rushed to O'Malley's, a favorite after-work cocktail spot for the men and women of downtown. Taking a seat at the bar, Cherie had my cocktail in front of me before my coat was off of my shoulders. Thanking her, I tipped my glass towards her in a silent toast, and let the single-malt scotch burn away the chill as it went down smoothly. Cherie winked at me as she went to serve another customer. "Is this seat taken?" I heard from my right, and turning, I was hit by the 'thunderbolt' as my Sicilian ancestors would say. A tall brunette, five-ten? I quickly guessed, with eyes so blue they made Paul Newman's baby-blues look gray. "Not as far as I know," extending my hand in greeting, introducing myself as I did so. Wondering to myself why the hell I did that, she accepted my hand; her skin warm and soft, almost silk-like. "Very nice to meet you, Lynn," she said to me, "I'm Brianna but I prefer Brie," settling onto the vacant stool. I signaled to Cherie, asking Brie what she was having. "A Cosmo seems about right," her smile as bright as a floodlight in the night. Great teeth, I thought to myself, as I smiled back. "Cherie makes the best Cosmos in the city," I said as Cherie walked up to our spot at the bar, "Don't you, girlfriend?" winking at Cherie. Cherie smiled in acceptance of my compliment. "Girlfriend?" Brie said with a quizzical look, "Are you two an item?" Cherie and I laughed at the same time, and getting a hold of herself before I did, Cherie said, "No, though if we were, I probably wouldn't have all those kids running around at home," chuckling to herself as she attended to Brie's Cosmo. Brie stammered an apology to the both of us for saying that, the both of us telling her to blow it off, it was no big deal. Visibly relaxing, Brie and I exchanged brief bios of who we were and how we came to be where we were in life and all. She was older than me by ten years or so, I surmised and very pleasing to the eye. She was a lawyer for a Fortune 500 Corporation, her offices in the same building as O'Malley's. "Well, that makes it convenient for after-work cocktails," I joked. She laughed along with me but offered that she rarely stops in here for a drink, preferring her loft apartment and its comforts and homey feel. Leaning towards my ear conspiratorially, she said, sotto-voiced, "Actually my preferred method on relaxing after work is with a glass of wine and cannabis delecti" giggling just a bit. I leaned back, smiling at her, and held up a hand for a high-five which she acknowledged with a slap. "My kind of woman," I observed still smiling, her smile still radiant as she looked at me. The time flew and Cherie kept our drinks full, both of us discovering a lot of similar likes and dislikes, as well as sardonic humor. When she asked of a husband or boyfriend in my life, I told her that I was without either at the moment but that was just fine with me. "Don't get me wrong, they have their uses, but after they lose their erection I don't find a driving need to have one around," laughing as I said it. "My last two beaus were all hot to trot to get married and all that, but that didn't appeal to me in the least," I concluded, looking at her as I supported my head with a hand as I leaned on my elbow on the bar. She was looking down at the stemmed glass she was twirling between her hands, a small smile on her lips, and looking up to me, softly said, "I certainly hear that, girlfriend. As for me, I just don't bother with men anymore, too much of a pain in the ass," laughing afterwards. Downing the last of her Cosmo, she stood to put on her winter coat, her suit coat opening to reveal a silk blouse, the top three buttons undone, her cleavage showing a sparse sprinkling of freckles on the tops of her breasts. Frankly I was staring at her bosom, as rude as it sounds. She noticed it, of course, but just smiled and said, "Thanks for the compliment." Yeah, I didn't blush much-not! Reaching into her purse, she handed me her card, asking if I had plans for the weekend. Taking the card from her, I fished around in my own purse and returned the courtesy by giving her my own; answering her question, I told her nothing was going on with me that weekend. "Good, neither do I," she said, "Would you have dinner with me tomorrow evening at my place?" Not even pausing a second, I said, "I'd love to, what time?" And the time was set, directions were given and giving me a peck on the cheek, she walked out into the night. I drove from the parking garage to my condo, attended to mail and phone messages, and stepped into my shower. I finished the hot shower by getting myself off; the mind-image was of Brie's freckled cleavage and I don't fucking know why. "A slight change of plans, Lynn" I heard the voice say into my ear when I answered the phone; realizing it was Brie's voice, my heart sank a bit thinking she was cancelling our dinner. But that wasn't it at all. It was nine in the morning and I was still in bed, awake the last half-hour trying to figure out why I masturbated, last night, thinking of Brie's boobs and Damnit if I didn't do it again, just finishing when the phone rang. "There's an 'art-walk' going on downtown that I'd like to see and was wondering if you'd like to join me," she explained. Sounded good to me, I told her, and made arrangements to pick her up in front of her building at noon. Hanging up, I decided that I had to boogie-boogie to make it on time. I did. The downtown 'art walk' was actually held inside of the dozens of inter-building walkways that connected virtually all of the business center of downtown. It was winter and too damned cold to be held outside but thankfully these pedestrian tubes made walking downtown, in the winter, an indoor exercise. I used a parking garage near the start of the art walk and we had a lovely afternoon, getting to know each other better, sharing laughs and a couple of glasses of wine along the 'tour' route. Toward the end of the walking show, Brie put her arm through mine and asked if I was ready to head back to her place. Turning my head when I said that I was, she smiled and fucking kissed me on the lips, a short, kiss but one that kept my lips on fire during the ride back to her place. What the hell was going on with me, I thought, as we rode to her place, both lost in our thoughts. Why did this woman fascinate me so much? I've never been that 'way' with a female in my life; that time in college with my suitemate didn't count since we were both drunk and all we did was kiss a bit. Okay, maybe a bit of fondling also, but we were both drunk, for God's sake! Ushering me into her spacious loft, Brie tossed her coat onto a chair near the door and I followed suit. I wore slacks with a matching sweater that complimented my 34C's very well. I did notice her take note of that fact when my coat came off, and for reasons unknown to me then, I felt a bit glad that she liked what she saw. Her living spaces were tastefully and artfully laid out; her sleeping space in a corner of the loft was very large, elevated about eight feet from the main floor on large, wooden upright beams; there was still another ten feet or so to the top of the loft on top of her sleeping space. The space underneath her bedroom was her office/computer space. Her 'bedroom' was completely open and included a large, walk-in closet and a small bathroom. The shower and other bathroom were downstairs on the main level. In the farthest corner from her main entry door sat a hot tub on a small riser platform, the corners being windows, floor to ceiling with drawable drapery now pulled to the sides, letting daylight into the room. She had plenty of floor to ceiling windows and her place was flooded with what sunlight there was on this cold, wintery day. "What can I do to help with dinner," I asked as I followed into her kitchen area. "You can open and pour us some wine, if you'd like," she said, "I've prepared everything already and all I have to do is let the oven do the work." And so I did as asked, while she busied herself doing her thing with dinner. Both of our chores done, she toasted me with a clink of our glasses, and we headed for the conversation pit/living room/TV room area of her loft. She stopped at a curio cabinet and opening a bottom drawer, she brought out a handsomely carved wooden box, bringing it with her to join me on the couch. As we chatted, comfortably by this point I might add, she nimbly cleaned and rolled a fat joint. Finished with that one, she began a smaller joint explaining that the 'big boy' was for after dinner, the small one she said, lighting it and taking a hit, was for now, handing it to me. Savoring its pungy taste and odor as I drew it deep into my lungs, all I could say as I handed it back to her was "Wow!" She smiled, and nodded her acceptance of my compliment of her herb. We sipped wine, finished the 'wee boy', the combination of wine and herb, mellowing us very nicely, thank you very fucking much. The oven dinged, we set the table and enjoyed a leisurely dinner, filling but not too much so. I ignored her protests and helped her clean away our dishes and such, and in a half-hour or so, we were done, the dishwasher turned on and put to work now. Night had fallen and from her top-floor loft we looked upon the city lights, bright and numerous below us. There were taller buildings in the city, of course, but not near her loft; her building was the tallest around for several blocks by a couple of stories. The view was spectacular and mesmerizing and I told her so. "Thanks, it wasn't cheap, but I'm worth it," mockingly, and leaning into me for support. I leaned back, finding the feel of her breast against my arm, I don't know, comforting? Her arm came around my shoulder, holding me to her. I stiffened for a millisecond but her breast pressing hard against my arm helped me relax. I don't know why. Right about then, my head was so full of conflicting signals, that I'm not sure I could have told anyone my name. It was a woman's breast that was exciting you. But, I'm not 'queer'. You masturbated thinking of her freckled cleavage. But, I've masturbated thinking about 'Ken and Barbie' fucking. You masturbated thinking of her freckled cleavage, for fucking sake! I did, didn't I? "Brie, I'd better go while I still can," I said, but did not feel. "Oh no missy," Brie said, "you have to help me finish that 'fat boy' I rolled." "Brie, if I smoke anymore, on top of the wine, I definitely won't be in shape to drive," I said, wishing it weren't so. "You don't have to go, you know, you can spend the night," She said to me, still hugging me softly to her, our breathing suddenly in synch. "I frequently entertain overnight guests. We can make accommodations," She said, softly. My stomach was doing flip-flops. Why? You know why. No, why? Because your sister thinks you're a fucking 'lesbo'. It was one fucking time and we were fucking drunk and my sister doesn't know about it anyway! "Are you sure?" "I'm very sure, Lynn" Brie said, "Now let's relax and fire up 'Mr. Big'." "Definitely not my last beau," laughing, which caused Brie to laugh with me, her other arm wrapping around me, holding me, so I wouldn't fall to the floor. And then she kissed me. I didn't move back. I didn't close my eyes. And when she pulled back to gauge my reaction, I smiled. I fucking smiled like an idiot. Walking away from me towards the couch, she said, "You've got soft lips, very soft lips, Lynn." "Thanks? I think?" I said a bit confused by my own feelings. She laughed good-naturedly and patted a spot on the couch next to her as she picked up the fat joint, lighting it and passing it to me. I handed it back and before she took her turn, she asked if I'd like for her to 'shotgun' me. Sure. She took a hit, putting the doob in the ashtray, and placed her hands on the side of my head, drawing me to her. Her lips were on mine, my mouth opening enough for her to slowly blow the smoke into my mouth. Still holding my face in her hands, the 'shotgun' evolved into a kiss, what little smoke there was left, drifted from our lips as the kiss intensified. My mouth was enjoying what it was feeling, a familiar warmth growing in my crotch. It took only the slightest pressure from her for me to lean into the back of the couch, the soft leather sinking slowly beneath our weight. I felt her hand lightly on my breast over my sweater, my nipples beginning to stir. Pulling away, her fingers moved my hair from my eyes, she said, "Mmmm, but that felt nice, at least to me." "Me too," I responded, "but you need to know that I'm in uncharted waters here. I've never made love with a woman before and unless I miss my guess, that's on the agenda tonight," the fingers of my hand stroking the side of her face. "What's on the agenda tonight," kissing the side of my face and neck between words, "is for two new friends to enjoy the moment, and to let the magic of the moment take us where it will," Brie said, still placing small kisses on my neck, her hand now softly caressing my breast. And yes! It did feel good. "The question for you, sweetheart, is whether or not your gut instinct is telling you that I can be trusted to take you only as far as you want to go. That's the question, Lynn, do you trust me?" Decision time, Lynn Marie, will it be door number one, two, or three? continued in part 2… Lynn's Journeys Ch. 02 Continued from part 1… It couldn't have been more than five seconds, after Brie's question, before I kissed her, her face framed by my hands. But in those quick seconds I processed the following: Door number one was the "Stepford" existence of my two sisters and their respective broods; I don't fucking think so. Door number two was to bow to conventional roles and continue with my faked orgasms with guys; I'm sorry, it just didn't happen for me with the men I've been with. Most were adequate lovers; some were well endowed, but no bingos except by my own hand. Been there, done that, and don't want to do it any longer. Door number three; well, that was the unknown, wasn't it? What's the worse that could happen? You don't like it? Or is it that you might like it? I am not 'queer'! I placed my hands on her face, my fingertips feeling the heat of her skin, and drawing her to me, I kissed her; I kissed her for a deliciously long time, her mouth so wet, so warm, her tongue slithering into my opened mouth, sending fire to my crotch. "No one has ever kissed me like that, no one," I said, staring into her captivating blue eyes; closing my eyes, I leaned forward and found her mouth again, open, warm, and waiting for my own. I leaned back against the couch, my hands pulling her with me. Her hand crept under my sweater, rubbing the swell of my breasts spilling over the top of my French bra. Keeping her hand under my sweater, she broke off the kiss and suggested we enjoy the view from the hot tub for a bit. "After all, you're spending the night aren't you? So let's enjoy this night since there's no rush, is there?" her mouth close to my face; her breath was intoxicating and warm, her hand under my bra now, her fingers tenderly tweaking my nipple. "No, there's no rush, no rush at all," loving what her fingers were doing. Brie kissed me, a short, sweet kiss; then standing, she took my hand in hers and I rose from the couch with her. I'm 5' 7" tall, and standing next to her, I had to look up to her face. Definitely at least 5' 10", I thought to myself, admiring her tall stature. She fiddled with the controls for the hot tub; a small tub, four really good friends, I thought, but just right for two or three. You're really going to try this? I think I am. And you're scared? Of what? That I might like it? "Follow me," she said to me, "While the tub's warming, we'll hang up our clothes, and I'm assuming that you're okay without a swimsuit?" "I'm okay with that," I answered as she took my hand in hers, leading me upstairs to her bedroom loft space. She handed me hangers; we both started taking our clothes off, my eyes watching eagerly as we took off our bras at the same time. Her breasts were as gorgeous as I had imagined in my masturbatory images, freckles sprinkled on their swell. They were firm, like mine, with little droop, her areolas and nipples, larger than my own a wee bit. "What in the world?" I heard from her when I stepped out of my bikini briefs, her eyes staring at my bush. Walking closer, she pulled me into better light, and kneeling on one knee, she eyed my panther. No, my pink panther; a tattoo of the 'Pink Panther' pushing a lawnmower across the top of my pubes, a bit of pubic hair left in front of the mower, a clean straight cut under the figure. Looking up from my pubes to my face, her face was in a questioning look. "Too much tequila one night when I was in college," answering her unasked query. "It's adorable," she said, kissing it afterwards. Snow had started falling when we returned to the tub; gently falling giant flakes, illuminated by the lights from the roof of her building, a most magical sight. "Sit here, with me, facing the windows," Brie said. I sat next to her, on the lowest seat, warm bubbling water up to our necks. She held my hand in hers as we relaxed against the seat-back, lost in the beauty falling outside of her windows. I turned and kissed her shoulder, her eyes turning to look down at me, as I looked up, placing small kisses on her shoulder, small cuddling kisses. "And you've never made love to a woman, you say," her arm around my shoulder now, hugging me to her. "There was a thing with a roommate in college but we were both drunk," I said. "We've all had some of those, sweetie." And taking me along with her, we moved to the higher seat, the water now at our waists. She took a finger and ran it along my lips, pausing for me to kiss it; then trailing it to my nipple, her hand spreading to caress my breast, she kissed me. I brought my own hand to her breast as I surrendered to the fires burning, blazingly hot, in my pussy. Her tongue entered my mouth and I sucked it in, sucked it like a cock, my hand squeezing her breast, just as she was doing to me. Holding my mouth tight to hers, her hand fell to my 'Vee', rubbing softly across my pubes, my panther; she was supporting my head in the crook of her arm as we kissed, both of my hands on her breasts, kneading them softly and feeling her hard nipples on my palms. Her other hand had separated the folds of my labia, exposing the pink folds that they hid, her thumb making circles on my 'man'. Does it feel as good as you thought it would with her? NO! It's such much better than I ever imagined. So now what, princess? Leave me alone, let me enjoy this; get the fuck away! Her fingers were in me now, two, I think. She moved my head to her breast, holding me against her as I sucked, kissed and licked; first one, then, the other. I had one arm and hand on her smooth back, stroking my fingers up and down her spine; my other hand was on her ass, squeezing, caressing. "Honey, if this is truly your first time making love to a woman, the Sapphic Sisterhood is missing a sibling," contented coos mixed in between pauses, her hands rubbing my hair, her fingers tangled in my tresses. I didn't answer her, my mouth was full with her breast, and my tongue was dancing with her nipple. Are you sure that your sister isn't right about you? No, I'm not, and furthermore I don't give a damn. To say I achieved an orgasm would be like comparing a Shuttle launch at Canaveral to a nickel bottle-rocket launch. I know I screamed, but it was muffled by her breast in my mouth. Pulling my mouth from her tit, the scream had become a murmuring of gobbly-gook, making sense to no one. "Ahhhh, sweet Mother of Mary, Brie, surely that hand is registered as a dangerous weapon," kissing the swell of her breasts, kissing those enticing freckles, taking quick sucks of her nipples. "So, it was good for you, then?" her hand and fingers rubbing over my pubes lightly, her chin resting on my head as I suckled her. "My best orgasm, masturbating, pales in comparison to what just happened; indescribably delicious, unfucking real," taking a deep, contented breath afterwards. "How about we dry off, finish Mr. big, and continue this lovely evening upstairs," holding my head to her chest, my arms around her as well. She dimmed the lights in the loft, illuminated now by indirect lighting nooks, providing more of a glow. I looked at our reflection in the tall window we were standing in front of, passing the joint and eyeing the softly falling snow. It was one of those moments that will stay with you for life, and fondly so. This time, it was I who took her hand in mine, leading her to her bed; our bed, tonight. Do you know what you're going to do when you get in bed with her? I have a pretty good idea. So what's your plan ms. Know-it-all? I'll do to her what I would want done to me. Good plan. I did exactly that, knowing what I'd want. I kissed her after I laid her on the bed, her head on a pillow, allowing my hand to find her bush, for my fingers to slowly separate her 'lips' as she done to me. Familiar territory for my experienced hands; they certainly had a lot of practice with me, perfecting it to an art-form. Her wetness was warm; her scent drawing me to her crotch. I slipped between her spreading legs, crooked at the knees, my arms around her thighs and I lowered my head to another woman's pussy. Is the taste of another woman as you thought it'd be? Don't know what I thought it'd be, but it's wonderful. On a scale of one to ten, you'd say…" Shut the fuck up, I'm busy, bitch. I was absolutely loving the feel of her clit as I sucked on it, and the more I sucked, the wetter she became which excited me even more; sort of like a perpetual motion machine, ya' know? Her screams when she orgasmed were loud, and if someone had lived above her, they would have heard. As her hips slowed in their bucking, I licked and sucked her juices, relishing the taste; finding actually, that her tastes and my own were very similar. She pulled me to her, to lie next to her as she hugged, kissed and devoured me with her mouth and tongue. Her time at my pussy was shorter than mine; try as hard as I might, I could not hold back the bursting dam of bliss. We played with each other like that, until the early hours of Sunday morning. Bowing to exhaustion, we fell asleep; me, snuggled close to her side, my pussy against her thigh and her arm holding me close. It was fun having wake-up sex with somebody else rather than my own hand. We dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower together, which of course, led to more sex. We whipped up a 'brunch', neither of us yet to put a stitch of clothes on our bodies, eating at the kitchen bar. Another hot tub session, which led to more sex. You get the picture here? Standing at her door, our arms around each other, the goodbye kisses wouldn't end. Finally, standing back and looking at me, Brie asked, "Got any plans for next weekend, baby?" brushing my hair from my eyes with her hand. I've got to get to the salon and have Maurice give me a cut; mental note to myself. "No, not now anyway," I answered, punctuating it with a short kiss to her lips. "Want to spend the weekend and join our monthly poker game?" "Poker? I like poker," my attention having been gotten. "Once a month, there are four of us gals that meet at someone's place, to play poker, get drunk, and have a slumber party. Sometimes people fuck, sometimes they don't but, we have fun," explaining it simply. "Will a fifth player upset them? Will they be okay with a new person at the table?" I asked her. "I'm sure they'll be very happy to have you join our little group," she said, "and Friday night will be for us, you and I; Saturday night will be the game, and on Sunday mornings we deal with the aftermath of Saturday," kissing me on my nose. "Will you let me take us to dinner, Friday night?" I asked her. "Yes, it's a date, and you'll bring a weekend bag?" "I will," kissing her one last time and waving goodbye as the elevator doors closed on our waves to each other. The snow had stopped, the city had done its usual fine job of plowing and the drive was safe. Kicking off my shoes, I sorted through my mail collected from the mail drop, check my phone messages-Jan dropped another one, a niece, yea!- and hit the shower. I lit the fireplace, poured myself a glass of wine, and sat on my couch, sipping and staring. I stared at the dancing flames, searching for an answer; to what? I wasn't sure. Okay, so was door number three the right choice? I'm not sure. Name one thing that you regret about this weekend. I can't. Would you do it again? In a fucking heartbeat. Then, what's your problem? The fact that I don't have a problem? In the end, I slept peacefully Sunday night, and I dreamed of poker with the girls, and of sparsely freckled breasts. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 03 -3- "You got laid this weekend," Betts said to me when I walked through the door Monday morning, evidently my 'inner smile' showing on my face. Betsy was my very first employee when I started my I.T. Consulting business, holding down the office while I did the field work. She's a 'fiftyish' grandma and my 'bestest' friend in the whole wide world. Now, I've got a group of Star Wars fanatics who masquerade during the daytime as tech wizards; they are. We have major corporate clients for whom we're contracted to handle Internet Security issues. Betts is the matriarchal figure in my company, the one to whom all go to for advice on all things wrong in their universe; and she is now my executive assistant with a ten percent ownership stake in my firm. "What is it that we never do, Betts? We never, ever talk about my sex life; and it was fabulous, by the way," I said, dropping my coat and bag onto a chair in my office, Betts following me with a mug of coffee for me, fixed like I liked it. "Anyone I might know?" she asked, her eyes hopeful. Boy, if you only knew, Betts. "Nope, no one you know. Now, what time is my first appointment?" The workweek flew by for me, the excitement growing for me the closer Friday crept my way. Brie called almost every night, 'just to touch base', and keep me horny for her, I thought to myself. Well, its working isn't it? Yeah, well maybe, but so what? I'm just sayin'.... Shut up, will you? ~ I met Brie at O'Malley's; we shared a cocktail, and walked out into the night together, Cherie giving me a knowing look and a smile. I chose a quiet little Bistro, had a lovely dinner, lingering over the wine, holding hands; we drew glances from other tables, and didn't fucking care. We didn't make it to the bedroom. We were naked within minutes of the door closing behind us, and she was on the couch with my head between her legs, screaming her orgasm, now. Didn't take you long to eat her for dessert, did it? Leave me alone. I think you like being a 'lesbo'. I think I do too. ~ "Jean is my age, forty-two-question answered-and is an attorney running her own firm of associates," Brie said to me as I toyed with her pussy with my tongue and fingers. "Her 'significant other' is Ann, and they've been together five or so years. Deannie is nearer your age, I think, and will probably hit on you immediately. She's an outrageous flirt, so be prepared," her fingers brushing my new haircut, which she liked by the way. "Sometimes we 'smoke' and drink, sometimes we just drink," she was saying, "and this weekend is Tequila Sunrise Night, so I hope you like Tequila." Laughing, I answered, "Yeah, but Jose doesn't like me; like the country song says, 'Tequila makes her clothes come off'." "Oh, you'll fit right in," switching places with me, her mouth surrounding my 'panther'. Forty-three orgasms later-okay, I exaggerate a bit-we lay in bed, in each other's arms, blissfully content. "Sometimes," stoking my hair as she said it, "but not always, we get a bit crazy and sleep with each other, even the 'couple', Jean and Ann. We're all okay with it, and if it goes that way, I'm just saying..." her voice trailing off. "Your settee is a queen-sized sleeper, right?" I asked. "Yes," she replied. Crawling between her legs, just before I sucked her clit into my mouth, I said, "We can sleep three in this bed," my head dropping to her bush, once again. You're a natural at this, you little whore. I just might be, I thought as Brie climaxed again. ~ I chose a simple skirt and a blouse, thin enough, that the 'hint' of my braless breasts and nipples could be noticed, but not full see-through. Brie was in a pants and sweater that flattered her tall stature and lovely breasts; and expensive, no off-the-rack purchase I surmised. I was slicing oranges and limes for the 'Sunrise Punch" we'd make after the ladies arrived, when the doorbell rang and Brie answered it. Sweeping in first was Deannie, and eyeing me, she smiled, asking Brie, "So this is your new paramour, I take it?" walking towards me. "Ladies, please welcome my new friend, Lynn, to our soiree," Brie said, and formal, individual introductions between them and I followed. Deannie was indeed, close to my age, give or take a year I decided, and very attractive in a subdued way, not in an 'in your face with cosmetics' way; Jean and Ann looked very much like a couple, Jean not being 'butch-like' in appearance, but she did have a 'hard edge' to her look, you know? Ann was clearly the femme half of this duo, being very 'girly' in look and actions. I suspected that Ann had yet to see her thirtieth birthday, clearly ten or more years younger than Jean. As small talk was made, I joined in with the chat as I finished making the first batch of Sunrises, helped by Deannie, who prefers just 'Dee". Her sole contribution was to add more Tequila before I blended the mixture in the food processor station. "Tough week," Dee said, winking at me. She was a pharmaceutical rep, traveling a lot, and officed out of her home. I learned to play poker on the knees of my dad and his brothers, my uncles, and they played Stud, Straight, and Draw; no wild cards, no silly 'girl shit' as Uncle Milo used to say. I learned well and regularly cleaned up in games in college, really pissing off the guys. The 'Social Club', as the girls called themselves, developed over time when chance circumstances caused them to know each other; friend of a friend, that kind of stuff, serendipity at work. The first poker night was so much fun that it became a regular monthly get-together. "So, Brie," Dee asked as she shuffled and began the first deal, "How long have you been keeping this beauty to yourself?" nodding to me as she said it. "If you're not careful, I might just try to steal her away from you," winking at me suggestively. "Didn't I tell you?" Brie said to me with a smile on her lips, "She's a pussy whore who knows no boundaries," laughing. The others joined Brie in laughing and agreement. I just smiled, cordially, not really being 'in' on the joke. As we spread our cards, Dee blew me an 'air kiss' and said to Brie, "Well, if it wouldn't piss you off, I might just try to get into your girlfriend's panties." Taking a sip of my drink, I decided that I'd better set a few things on the table, as it were. "Well, you can certainly try," smiling at Dee as I said it, "but whether or not you're successful hasn't a thing to do with Brie," taking another sip and looking at her over my cards. "I freely admit that my decision to hop into bed with Brie was greatly influenced by her considerable skills in the art of seduction; but in the end, I slept with Brie because I chose to, not because she wanted me to. So, to recap; who I sleep with has always been pretty much my decision, even with men," taking another sip to wet my suddenly dry throat. I 'heard' the silence and felt the impact of their eyes on me, Brie smiling to herself; I had their attention. After a short while, Dee said, "Feisty. I like feisty," clinking her glass against mine. "Ladies," Brie said, fanning her cards, "and Lynn, feel free to jump in and correct me should my assumptions be wrong, but I think the status of Lynn and I is simply this; we're two newly found friends, who are enjoying our new friendship and exploring its boundaries," looking to me questioningly, as if asking for confirmation. Spreading my cards completely-holy shit! 'Trip' sevens-I nodded in agreement with Brie's statement, adding, "For me, I'm glad that my 'first time' was with someone like Brie," opening the betting sequence before the draw. Dee raised, Brie saw it, as did I, and Jean and Ann folded. I drew two cards while Dee and Brie drew three each. Dee raised my bet, a poor attempt at bluffing, I re-raised; Dee calling me and, out of proper order, she laid down a pair of Aces, Brie having folded. I laid down my sevens, and smiling sweetly at Dee, raked the pot towards my pile of chips. "Bitch!" Dee said, smiling and laughing. Laughing with her, I said, "And don't you fucking forget it!" Clinking her glass against mine, Brie commented to the table, "I told you she was a strong woman, didn't I?" They agreed that she had. I liked it. We took a break after a couple of hours, and I made another batch of Punch, with Dee once again adding more Tequila before I blended the concoction. We, as a group, had melded into a very workable social set; easily conversing, cursing, teasing each other, I felt as if I had known them for a very long time, that's how comfortable I felt. Returning to the table to pour more for the group, I walked in as Ann was drunkenly talking about getting a tattoo of an orchid or something like that, near her nether regions. "Show them yours, Lynn," Brie said as I stood next to her pouring. "I don't know that they want to see mine," I said, blushing for some unknown reason. Amid a chorus from the others to show them, Brie said, "Nonsense," and grabbed a handful of my skirt, raising it to reveal my black, low-slung thong, the top of my panther just peeking over the material. Pulling my thong down, she revealed my Pink Panther which drew oohs, aahs, and then smiles as they stared at my womanhood. They looked from my bush to my face, all with the same questioning look on their faces, Ann's intoxification showing with her dazed look and glazed eyes. Answering their unasked question, as I did Brie, I simply said, "College. Too much Tequila one night." They nodded knowingly, and Ann became ill, rushing off to the bathroom. Resignedly, Jean got up to follow and help her, saying, "She still refuses to pace herself," shaking her head from side to side. "Shit, they're my ride, and I'm just now beginning to feel buzzed," Dee said, looking towards the bathroom door. "So, stay if you'd like to," I offered, "I'll drop you off tomorrow morning at your place on the way home. Brie's got an early flight tomorrow night anyway and has a lot of packing to do." Brie was off to London for the next two weeks for her firm. Looking to Brie for confirmation that it'd be all right for her to stay over, Brie said, "Of course, Dee, why wouldn't it be okay?" Jean and Ann returned to the game, apologizing to beat the band, the three of us shushing them. Ann tried hard to hang in there but it was clear after a half-hour that she needed to be at home, in bed, and sleeping off her overindulgences. Jean was relieved that Dee had found a ride home and that they wouldn't be ruining her night out. We tried three-handed poker for a while but it's just not the same as four or five, so we cashed in, settled up, and finished our latest refill of punch while Brie filled one of her pipes with her good herb. Really good herb, at that, sending us into the ozone on that magic carpet ride. We had migrated into the kitchen, satisfying the 'munchies' with the vegetable spread and dip that was out, just talking when I moved to begin clearing the poker table of glasses and such. Dee was facing Brie, her back to me, and I heard her say to Brie, "Well, I guess I should unfold the sofa bed and get ready to hit the hay." Brie caught my eye over Dee's shoulder, raising an eyebrow, questioningly. Strangely, I knew what the unasked question was. "That's certainly one option," I said to Dee as I placed the glasses in the sink for rinsing. Then, reaching around from behind her, I cupped her small breasts in my hands, nibbling on her ear, saying further, "or you can join Brie and I upstairs and play with the new kid on the block," licking her ear before I walked away from them. Your sister is right, you know, don't you? Fuck you! ~ I climbed the stairs to Brie's bedroom, dropping my clothes along the way, freshening myself in the small bathroom, using the bidet afterwards. I lay in the middle of the bed, listening as I heard locks being turned, switches being clicked, followed by silence. I closed my eyes, my hand rubbing softly through my pubes, my mind-fantasy picturing Brie and Dee downstairs, kissing and fondling each other. I 'felt' their presence in the room; slowly opening my eyes in a stoned, half-opened sort of way, they were looking at me, at my nakedness, as they took off their own clothes, letting them drop to the floor. Dee was the first to my lips, my mouth opening wide to accept her probing tongue, her fingers gently stroking my face as her other arm cradled my head in place. Brie paid homage to my breasts and nipples, sucking on them gently and then, hard; the hardness and slight biting 'just short' of pain. Kissing them goodbye, her tongue snaked its way between my parted legs. Dee left my mouth to suckle my breasts for a while, and then she kissed her way down my body, her tongue dancing over my skin. Brie lifted her head from between my legs to kiss Dee, her mouth fresh with my juices, and then she returned her mouth to my bush and little man. Dee repositioned her body to better play with Brie, which made it easy for me to let my fingers wander in her 'patch'. I watched as Dee continued to kiss Brie's body, taking her breasts into her mouth, one at a time; I watched as she gently pulled Brie's legs into position and when Brie cocked one of her legs, spreading her womanhood, Dee's head went there, noisily so. My hand continued to play with her pussy, two fingers deep into her as she ate Brie, who was eating me. When Dee cocked a leg as Brie had done, I accepted her invitation to dine, bending to suck her pussy with my mouth. There it was, a daisy chain; I had heard about them and, now, I was part of one. So in two weeks you've gone from Sapphic newbie to Sapphic slut? I guess. Well, how does that make you feel, Lynn Marie? Not so bad, if you want to know the truth. The night went just that way; a tangle of limbs, mouths and tongues. And orgasms; did I mention the incredible orgasms? Dee's breasts were small but firm with large nipples that begged to be sucked; at least, to me it seemed so. And she had a deliciously satisfying ability to give a girl head. I had been in only one other threesome in my life, with a former boyfriend and a mutual male friend; they loved it, I was experimenting, and it was okay. But not so much so, that I wanted to repeat the event when he asked and we broke up soon after. Oh well, I was experimenting and it wasn't like I loved him or anything like that, so that was okay with me as well. Sunday morning was more like a dorm room than Brie's loft; towel-snapping, clothes stealing, typical sophomoric bullshit, but it was fun. Sitting at the breakfast nook's table, we were sharing a last cup of coffee, each lost a bit in their own thoughts. Well, I've never been bashful, so I broke the silence. "Speaking for myself, I had a lovely time with you two ladies, and thanks for sharing a bit of yourselves with me," sipping afterwards. Dee looked at me and mocking a southern, cracker accent, said, "Ya'll sure do talk real purty, missy, ya'll surely do." Then back into Dee voice, added, "Me? I would have just said that you two have delicious pussies, but hey, that's just me." Brie added, "I think we are all in agreement here that it was time well spent?" Dee and I looked at each other, and then nodded in agreement. ~ Dee lived on the west side, near my part of the world so it wasn't an inconvenience for me to give her a lift. "Had fun last night, Lynn?" Dee asked as I drove out of Brie's apartment parking, turning right, towards the west bound ramp of the interstate. "Most fun I've had without my clothes since, well, since last weekend at Brie's," laughingly. "She does have a way about her doesn't she?" Dee offered and I agreed. She tuned in a 'Classic Rock' station, catching the beginning of side one of Pink Floyd's 'The Wall'. How can you not like Pink Floyd? We grew silent, letting their genius wash over us. Following her directions, I exited the interstate; right, left, right again, and the second drive on the left. The driveway led us up a slight hill, ending on the side of a turn- of-the-century, two-story cottage, restored to its once proud beauty. "I love your house, Dee, I just love this style of architecture," I said, honestly. Unbuckling her seat belt, she leaned against the car door and seat, looking at me for a moment before saying, "Thanks, Lynn; it's been a lot of work but worth it to me." Pausing a heartbeat, she continued, "So what's a girl got to do to get a date with you," smiling. Looking perplexed, "Gee, I don't know Dee, maybe, ask?" She grinned. "Want to go out with me Friday night, grab some food and a couple of drinks at a place I know?" she asked, her finger tracing the side of my face. "I'd love to go out with you next Friday night," taking her finger to my lips and planting a small kiss on its tip. Driving away after a brief goodbye kiss, I waved to her as she stood at her porch steps, waving back to me. Finding the boulevard I was looking for after a couple of mis-turns, I settled in for the fifteen minute drive to my place. Pretty interesting two weeks wouldn't you say? Yep, I would. So, to recap; in two weeks you've had your first sexual encounter with a woman, your first females-only threesome, and was an avid participant in your first daisy chain, have I got that right so far? Yep, sounds right. And now, you've just accepted a date with another woman for next weekend, a woman, that you just met last night, and a woman whose pussy you ate last night. Is that right? Yep. Your sister's right; you're a fucking lesbo. Yep, sounds about right. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 04 -4- Dee finally had accepted my rationale of why I was driving, though she had asked me out. She wanted us to go to Milly's, a fern bar/café that catered to the lesbians of our fair city; it wasn't unique, there were several gay/lesbian-friendly places in our metro. Milly's was known far and wide for its calamari appetizers, so I was okay with going there. But her place was between my place and Milly's so, duh! She was out the door and locking it as she saw my lights in her drive. Jumping in on the passenger side, she leaned over and gave me a quick kiss, saying, "It's really good to see you." "Thanks, you too," backing out of her drive. The ten minute drive was used to bitch about our respective work-weeks, and with her having three different hotels in three different cities, I awarded her the 'right-to-bitch' championship blue ribbon. ~ Knowing we were going to Milly's, I dressed for 'the ladies' and, of course, for 'my date'. A pair of slacks that showed the curves of my ass favorably, and a blouse that showed the cleavage that my French bra provided, accentuating my C-cup boobs. The combo looked good on me, and I liked that. Handing her coat to be hung at the check closet, as I had done, Dee whistled softly, saying, "Damn girl, you clean up nice!" I smiled at her compliment, complimenting her back, because she really looked hot in her outfit; her small perky boobs showing through her thin blouse. We were 'watched' as we were led to our table by several pairs of eyes throwing sly glances our way. You're beginning to like this 'new thing' a lot, aren't you? I suppose I am. You like these leering glances from the women in this place, don't you? I suppose I do. Is that why you smiled back at that cute blonde chick a second ago? Yep. It was a slam dunk for splitting a large order of calamari, and a side salad. We both chose Sunrises as our drink of choice, and talked the night away, the time flying by as we drank and noshed. Her story was similar to mine except she had been married. She endured sex with her husband, because that's what a wife should do, and faked every orgasm he thought she had. Like me, her best friend was her right hand in the shower. He suspected that their sex life was 'not as good as it should be'-Ya think? So when he suggested bringing another woman into their bed, to 'shake things up', to 'spice up things', she thought, what the hell? Why not. It certainly couldn't be worse than she was having anyway, so she agreed. She even let him take pictures of her nude, artistically done she said, showing her body in provocative poses but her face never shown. He joined and posted an ad on a website, "looking for females to give wife her first bi-experience." They both traveled for their jobs, but she would use her personal laptop on the road to check the ad for responses; she'd read them, discard the ones without pics, cull through the illiterates and at the end of a week, there were usually three or four that 'might work'. Agreeing on their first 'playmate' after a couple of weeks, they answered; emailed each other for a week, and set up a coffee date to meet in person. It went well, Dee said, the woman was cute, average in many ways but very sexy in some sort of way. An invite was issued to her for the next evening to come to their place for a 'date'. "From the first time she kissed me," Dee said, signaling our server for another round of drinks, our third, "I didn't care that my husband was even there. We played around with him and when she offered to go down on me while I sucked him, I agreed and gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had from me," laughing at the memory. "He came quickly, and retired to the sidelines to watch, and he had a show." "Whatever she did to me, I did to her and had orgasms that rocked my world," she said, "and I've never looked back." She went on to say that the dumb schmuck actually believed she embraced the threesome thing because it made their marriage better. "It didn't, of course, but the sex from the threesomes took care of my needs," smiling as she said it. Eventually, the truth was found out, they divorced. She began perusing the same website under a different screen name, using some of the previously unposted pictures that he had taken, and took out her own ad. This was 'looking for couples or women who wanted to have their first bi-flings'. "Ironic, isn't it?" she said. So now, she still looks at the site every once in a while, hooking up with a chick that hits her hot button. She was happy and that was that. She met Brie through a mutual 'friend' at a party on New Year's Eve. "Brie and her 'date', a young thing, invited me to join them in a New Year's toast and at midnight, they took turns kissing me for the New Year. The next thing I knew, I was going home with them; Brie drove while the 'young thing' worked me up in the backseat." "I can't remember the 'young thing's' name but I certainly remember how she loved it when Brie used the strap-on with her as she gave me head." Strap-on? Brie didn't do that to you. Not yet, but it's something to think about. "Brie and I have been friends ever since and that's how I joined out little Social Club," Dee concluded, smiling. We were silent for a few moments when she asked, "Did you see that cute blonde a few tables back? She was a little 'hottie' wasn't she?" I agreed, returning her smile, watching her watch me. I was downing the last of my drink when she put her elbows on the table, framed her face with her hands, and said, "So, you wanna go back to my place and fuck?" "Why you silver-tongued devil, you; you sure know how to sweet talk a girl," laughing softly. Putting my glass down, "I think that's a fine idea," I said. Walking out, there were appreciative glances tossed our way, again, and even a wink or two, which made me, feel, I don't know, sexy? Wanted? Horny? Take your choice. ~ My car's heater had just started to warm the inside of the SUV when we arrived at Dee's driveway, both of us a bit 'chilled' and Dee remarked that she was glad she left the heat on in her house. Me too, it was fucking cold! Taking my coat from me, she hung it in the entryway closet, along with hers. Turning to me, she put her arms around me and kissed me; a sweet, gentle kiss, my hands rising to caress her small waist, the kiss very arousing. Breaking off the kiss, she took my hand and asked, "Do you want the 'nickel' tour of my place?" I did, and hand in hand, she led me through her place. The main level had the kitchen/dining nook and her living room on one side, with the main bath, remodeled and enlarged, her study/office area, and the foyer, of course, on the other side. Upstairs housed her master bedroom with a private bath, taking up one whole side, and two smaller guest bedrooms, one used for 'storage' and the like, and a shared bathroom between the smaller bedrooms. Like the exterior of the house, the interior had also been restored to its original grandeur. It was tastefully decorated and furnished and I told her so, as we descended the stairs to the kitchen area. "Would you like a drink? I'm having one," Dee asked. I did, and she fixed us a couple of Scotch and waters, she, like me, an aficionado of Single-Malt Scotch. Drinks in hand we walked to her living room, choosing the large couch in front of her entertainment center as our sitting spot. Looking at the entertainment center, I was drawn to the many DVDs that were sitting on her shelf, and rising, I walked over to look at the collection. There were many 'Classics' from the film industry, mostly drama and mystery flicks, sprinkled with some comedic films as well. On the very bottom shelf, not quite hidden from view, was a selection of 'porn', most with lesbian themes-no surprise-but a few with males and women, threesomes, swaps, and the like. "Do you watch porn?" Dee asked as she walked up behind me, placing her hand on my back, her fingers stroking up and down my spine through my thin blouse. "I have a few that I keep around for entertainment purposes," I admitted to her, smiling a bit. She smiled back, asking, "Want to put one on and watch it a while?" she asked after a short pause. "Sure, why not?" Why not, indeed? Choosing one, she slipped it into the player, walked over to the wall, turning down the lights with a dimmer switch, casting the room in a very soft, dim light. I had returned to the couch and she joined me there, sitting close to me, our legs touching. We placed our drinks on the coffee table as the DVD started. Like most porn, it took about a nano-second for the first sex scene to begin. The two girls in the film were beautiful and well-built, both of them with silicon breasts to die for. The action between the women in the film was very hot, plain and simple, and their romp held our attention; for a while, anyway. We had both kicked off our shoes when we had taken off our coats and both us had stretched out our legs, using the coffee table as a hassock of sorts, our bodies lying against the couch-back. As we watched the action on the large, flat-screen TV, our hands migrated to each other's leg, stroking gently, with fingertips brushing the skin over the material. She moved her hand to my blouse, slowly unbuttoning it as she leaned in and kissed the side of my face. I continued to watch the screen, getting turned on by what was going on in the movie, and by her warm tongue licking my ear and neck. Her hand was now inside of my blouse which was unbuttoned to my skirt-waist; her hand squeezing and cupping my breasts over my bra, her kisses now moving towards my lips, up from my neck and face. I turned towards her and met her lips with mine, reaching with my hand to caress the back of her head as our kiss evolved into a passionate, gasping meeting of our mouths and tongues. Dropping my hand from her head, I unbuttoned her blouse as she had done to me, my hand slipping across her smooth skin to caress her breasts, braless, small, and feeling wonderful under my hand. She was nuzzling and kissing the swell of my breasts over my bra, her fingers peeling down the bra to suck on my nipple, her nipples hard against my hand's wanderings. Looking up with her eyes as she sucked on a breast and nipple, she pulled her mouth from my wet nipple, asking, "Wanna go upstairs?" "Yes," I answered, my breath slightly gasping, my heartbeat thumping under my skin. I believe the proper phrase for my condition would be 'hot and horny'; simple, but accurate in its description of what I was feeling. We climbed her stairwell, our arms around each other's waist, stealing small kisses with each other. We each watched the other undress as we took off our own clothes, our eyes feasting on our nakedness as it evolved. Dee's body was on the slender, thin side; small waisted, small breasted, her skin smooth and flawless. Her breasts were not quite a B-cup, I had decided last weekend at Brie's when I kissed and suckled them, but larger than an A. Regardless, they felt wonderful to me when I played with her in Brie's bed, and tonight, as well, when I fondled her downstairs a few minutes ago. We climbed onto her bed from opposite sides and 'knee-walked' to the middle of the bed, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss, our arms embracing each other's bodies, our pussies rubbing against the other. We fell together onto her pillows, our bodies melding together, our kiss still not broken, my knee slipping between her legs to rub against her pussy, which was beyond damp, her juices clearly flowing with desire. It took her but a minute or two before I was looking down my body at her hands caressing my boobs as her head bobbed between my legs, her tongue making delicious swipes up and down my pussy, pausing to twirl around my love-bud. I enjoyed her attentions until my insides screamed for release, and just that quickly, I climaxed, surprising me and pleasing her. She lasted longer than I did and I was glad; savoring her tastes and scent as I relished what I was doing to her, with her, a small orgasm building within myself as I assaulted her womanhood with my quickly developing oral skills. When she came, her hands pulling my head deep into her grinding pussy, I came as well, small but satisfying. And so it went, until we fell asleep from exhaustion, sated but tired. ~ Awakening the next morning, it took a groggy minute or two before I remembered where I was; more specifically, in whose bed I was lying. The aroma of fresh coffee was wafting up from downstairs, waking me even more so, so I got out of bed and padded to her master bath. Walking into her bathroom, she had left out a tube of toothpaste, a clean drinking glass, and an unopened toothbrush, still in its sterilized package. I peed, the relief bringing a smile to my face and then brushed my teeth, splashing my face with cool water, drying myself afterwards. I noticed, then, that she had also left a folded 'sleep shirt' on a shelf near the basin. Slipping it on, I followed my nose to the kitchen, hearing her in her office, her fingers tapping on the keyboard. "Morning, baby," she said, hugging me from behind as I stood, fixing my coffee. I leaned my head to the side as she nuzzled my neck and the side of my face with her lips. "Morning, Ms. Dee," I said, and then thanked her for her thoughtfulness of the toothbrush and all. She had a nightshirt on herself, the house a bit on the cool side; I understood the chill, since I also slept with the thermostat turned down. She fixed herself another cup, inviting me into her office afterwards. "Checking my ad-site," she explained as I took a chair next to her desk. "Any 'hotties' looking for a licking?" I jokingly asked her. Laughing at my poor attempt at alliteration humor, she said, "A couple worth checking out, here, slide your chair around, next to mine." And, I did. "She's a little cutie, isn't she," Dee said as she clicked on the attachment of a response, opening a jpg file which revealed a smiling, Asian girl in a thong, hands on her hips with small breasts, high, firm, and proud. She looked young, really young, and I said so. Dee read her reply's text, commenting, "Says here that she's a twenty-four year old graduate student." Twenty-four? I would've have guessed younger but I've guessed wrong before about that kinda stuff. I stayed next to Dee as she checked out a few more replies, but she kept returning to the Asian girl's reply, comparing? I wondered. Grabbing her empty cup from in front of her, I fixed us each another cup of her really good brew, returning to my chair next to hers. Looking along with her, she surfed the site, checking out other ads, many of which had pics that ranged from disgustingly lewd and vulgar to tastefully sexy. After a half-hour or so of looking at naked bodies and reading some incredibly sexy ads, I admitted to myself that I was developing a problem 'down there'. The thing is, I wasn't as much thinking about Dee 'doing' me as I was thinking of me 'doing' her. Huh! "That really feels good, Lynn," she said to me as she continued to surf through the site, pausing to click on a couple. What was 'feeling good' to Dee was my hand between her slightly parted legs, stroking the insides of her thighs, my pinky finger reaching to 'tease' her pubes and her button. Going with 'the moment', I abruptly spun her office chair to face me as I slid off of my own chair, dropping to my knees as my hands lifted her nightshirt to her waist, exposing her pretty pussy. Slipping my hands under her firm ass, I lifted her pussy to meet my mouth as my head dropped between her legs. She leaned her head back against her chair and closed her eyes, her hands running through my hair as I slowly teased and tasted her with my tongue and mouth, soft murmurs of contentment coming from her throat and mouth. Her legs lifted and crossed behind me, 'trapping' me to her Vee, my tongue now probing deeply into her essence, her murmurs now loud moans with her breaths coming faster and harder as her excitement mounted. Her climax erupted from deep down inside of her, her moans growing in volume as she orgasmed, her hips grinding against the pressure of my mouth and tongue. Her juices tasted just wonderful to me, my mouth shining with her wetness when I finally came up for air. She drew my face to her lips with her hands and kissed me deeply, for a very long time, as I kneaded her breasts with my hands, under her sleep-shirt. Begging me to let her 'do me', I acquiesced and she took me there, on the carpeted floor of her office, my own contented sounds filling the small room. She asked me to spend the day, and night, but I explained that my newest niece's Christening was tomorrow, and I was expected to be there. We kissed each other before she opened the door for me to leave, long, lovingly soft kisses, that were hard to leave, truthfully. Waving as I pulled away, I headed to my place. Quite the 'carpet muncher' you've become in three short weeks. What's your point? I'm just saying.... Shut up; just shut the fuck up, okay? Standing in the Mail center of our condo complex, I was going through my mail, tossing the trash mail, of which there was a lot, when she walked through the door. Glancing from my mail perusal, we made eye contact; both of us, for a brief second, giving a look of 'where do I know her from'. We politely smiled at each other, letting the moment pass, her cute blond hair falling to her shoulders as she reached into her mail box. Cute, I thought to myself, returning to my own mail. Walking to the trash can near the standup table where I was going through my mail, she said, "Hi," and I returned her greeting, watching her as she walked towards the door. The blonde. The blonde that eyed me at Milly's last night, that's who that is, I quickly realized, that's why she looked so familiar. At least, I think that was her; no, I was sure that it was her, I finally decided. "Huh," I said out loud to myself in the empty mail center. "How fucking weird would that be?" I said, again out loud, gathering my 'good' mail and returning to my car and driving to my patio home and its enclosed garage space in the rear. Checking my phone messages, there was one from my mom, suggesting that if I wanted to bring whatever young man I was dating, that he'd be welcomed; but of course, that's only if you want to, she ended. Chuckling to myself, I talked back to my message machine, saying, "Oh yeah, that's a great idea, mom, I'll bring my date from last night and watch the jaws drop." Not! Lynn's Journeys Ch. 05 -5- The next few weeks flew by incredibly fast. Brie returned from London, and between her bed and Dee's, my sex life was wonderfully full at the moment. Thanksgiving was around the corner, yet another day to deal with the 'when-is-Lynn-going-to-find-Mr. Right' drama that is my family. Walking into the mail center, my 'mystery blond' was at the standup table, sorting her mail. We had seen each other a few times since that Saturday afternoon, a couple of weeks back, nodding or saying a polite 'hi' to each other in passing. "Milly's." I heard from behind me as I retrieved my mail. Turning towards her, I said, "Excuse me?" looking between her and my mail. "I've been driving myself crazy-and that's a short trip-trying to figure out why so seem so familiar to me. It was at Milly's, a couple of weeks ago; that's where I saw you, why I thought I knew you," looking up from her mail, a bright smile on her face directed at me. Walking over to the table, but across from her, I put my mail down. "Don't feel alone; I've been trying to place you as well since I saw you in here the first time." Extending my hand in greeting, I introduced myself, adding, "And yes, it was in Milly's; I was with a girlfriend and I also saw you, briefly, but your face must have stayed with me." "I'm Natalie, but please call me Nat," taking my hand in greeting, softly squeezing it, as opposed to 'shaking' it, "I'm surprised you remember me, we didn't talk, did we?" "No, just two ships passing in the night," I joked, and she laughed with me, her green eyes smiling. "I haven't seen you back there since then, why?" she asked as she looked at her mail, as I was. "Been incredibly busy; thought about going by myself a couple of times but just haven't gotten around to it," I said, stacking my 'keeper' mail and pushing the junk into the can next to the table. "I was thinking about dropping in there tonight if you'd like to join me, my gal-pal bailed out on me tonight and I hate going out alone." She said, dumping her own trash mail into the can. "So, I'm your backup date, huh? I jokingly said, snickering a bit "Yep, I guess so," laughing, "so do you want to join me for a couple of cocktails and a bit of people-watching?" I chewed my lip a bit, deciding; what the hell, I thought, it sure beat my planned evening of doing laundry. "What the hell, what time?" She'd drive, and pick me up behind my place, at the garage entry at eight; that'd work, give me time to shower and relax a bit. Nat is a little package; she's no more than 5'4", I'd say, and maybe 110 lbs. Her blond hair is shoulder length and frames her face nicely, I'd say. Her age? I'd guess her to be between the late twenties and early thirties. Those were the thoughts bouncing around my head as I toweled dry from my shower when the phone rang; running naked to my bedroom, I grabbed it on the fourth ring. "Hello?" I answered. "Hi, it's me, Nat-we had exchanged numbers-looks like we have to come up with a plan B," I heard her say, "Milly's is closed until the Monday after Thanksgiving for remodeling." "Damned inconsiderate bastards," I joked. "Bitches, actually," she corrected me, "Milly's is owned by Milly and Jackie, a couple of older butches." "Bitches? Or Butches? Make up your mind," I joked. "Well, they're all Butch who can be bitches, at times," she said. "Got it. So's what's plan B?" "Like movies?" "Yeah, though my tastes tend to run towards the 'Indie' films," I said. "Cool, there's a new bill starting at the Art Cinema tomorrow night, want to check it out?" Confused, I sought clarification, "I thought you were talking about tonight." "No, tonight I thought we'd grab a couple of 'pops' at another place I know since Milly's is closed." "So the movies?" even more confused. "Oh, tomorrow night? Sorry, that's a different date, a second date." "Oh." I said. The other place was a west side bistro in the arts district, called 'Lez's'. Yes, the name says it all. It was upscale, had a DJ working the small dance area, offered nibble fare and lots of beers. Nat and I chose a 'tall table' in the bar area, away from the dance area. Toasting each other with our drinks, we both took a long pull. "So, my story, huh?" Nat said when she put down her glass. She had heard my 'story' on the drive over, when I answered her question about my orientation. She agreed with me that my newness means I'm at the exploration stage, personally. She also agreed with me that the fact I haven't really questioned the continuation of my explorations is very telling. "You'll know," she said, "and you'll either accept the truth about yourself, or spend your life trying to hide it, but you will know." "I had my first lesbian experience as a freshman in college, with a professor; she was very seductive in her quest of my chastity," she jokingly said, "but after one of our evening discussion group sessions, I stayed to help her clean up. She turned me on to pot and 151 Rum, and I woke up the next morning lying next to her in her bed, both of us naked." Tilting her head to one side, "The strange thing is I clearly remember being not as much shocked, as I was disappointed that I didn't remember what happened between us." Taking another sip, she added, smiling, "Thankfully, she woke up and gave me a refresher course that morning," laughing a bit. Now, Nat's a professor herself, at a private college in the city and at thirty-four, she's pretty much okay with her life, "Nothing winning the Lottery wouldn't make better," she had joked. "How did you know that I was 'in the life', as you refer to it?" I asked, sipping my own Scotch over rocks. "Well, being at Milly's was a clue, though 'straights' do come there for the calamari, but you and your friend just looked like you were on a date." "Hmmph," was all I said. The night went well, for the both of us it seemed, with a lot of laughter and generally, just a good time. Signaling our waitress, we paid our tab and left. As we drove home, she said, "Just so you know, I don't put out on the first date," laughing afterwards. "I've told you of my introductory three weeks so, clearly, you know that I do," I joked. Laughing with me, she retorted, "But, since our second date is tomorrow night, I'd like to prolong the mystery for a night, if you're okay with that," looking at me sideways. "I'll suffer through it," I said, "but it won't be easy," laughing again. We shared a very nice goodnight kiss when she dropped me off. "Sure you don't want to come in for a while?" Kissing me again, this time longer, she answered, when her lips left mine, "Ask me again tomorrow night." I had just rolled and lit my doobie when the doorbell rang. "Shit, she's early," rushing to put out the joint, fanning the air as I answered the door. It didn't do any good because she stopped and sniffed the air within her first three steps inside. "Well, if you don't offer me a hit, there'll be no pussy for you tonight, my dear," looking at me with a mock, stern look. Picking up the joint from an ashtray, "Well, we can't have that can we?" lighting it, and passing it to her. I had switch suppliers to the lady that Brie uses and the herb was so much better. "I know I'm early," handing it back to me and letting a bit of smoke out of her mouth, "but that's who I am; an early freak, sorry." I assured her that it wasn't a problem and that, now, we can both get a buzz on before the movie. We did, and it was splendid. Nat is a popcorn freak, and so am I, especially when I have the munchies, and I did. The seats were comfortable at this complex, able to swivel back and forth a bit, and very plush. The popcorn was gone in a heartbeat, both of us wasting no time satisfying those herb induced cravings. The theater was only about half-full, and the movie, engrossing. A story of a young woman coming of age in the deep south during the depression, and of her battle with herself about her 'feelings' for best friend, who was also her cousin. We were both into the movie and plot line, but when a love scene, a long love scene, came onto the screen, Nat picked up my arm and put it around her as she scooched closer to me, leaning her head against my upper chest. I reacted by squeezing her closer and stroking my fingers up and down her arm. I had a dress on that night, loose and comfortable, and as the love scene progressed on the screen, her hand moved to my lap, pulling my hemline to mid-thigh. Tilting her head up to me, I turned and kissed her, her hand slipping between my legs, her fingers moving my panties to the side. I moaned into her mouth when her fingers separated my nether-lips, and she slid two fingers into me, two knuckles deep. I moved my hand from her arm, letting it drape over her shoulder and caressed her breast as we kissed even more passionately, her thumb rubbing my button as her fingers fucked me. I shuddered when I came, breaking our kiss and holding my head against hers as I shook with pleasure. Stroking my face with her fingers, she whispered softly to me, "My place or yours?" "Mine," I said when my breath returned. Using the remote I carry in my purse, I opened the garage door for her to drive in and park. Entering into the kitchen, she took me into her arms when I closed the door behind us, kissing me hard, pressing me against the door, her hands on my breasts. She was shorter than me and my head was bent down to her upturned mouth. My hands found her breasts as well, her nipples hard, feeling very good in my hands. We didn't make it to my bedroom for that first time; the couch in my TV room was christened by us in a delicious sixty-nine, our clothes all over the place. We rested, snuggled and, recovered, we moved to my bedroom. For whatever reason that night, I was the aggressor; laying her on her back, I crawled over and straddled her small body, my pussy brushing her belly, holding her arms above her head with my hands. Bending I sucked her breasts, teased her nipples with my mouth and tongue, her hips moving, begging. Sliding down her body to her pussy, I teased her unmercifully, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, then backing off, letting it ease, and then I'd start all over again until she was begging me to let her cum. I did. I let her finally climax, her juices nearly drowning me, she was so wet. She pulled me to her after a while, kissing me, baby-talking to me, thanking me for the absolute best orgasm of her life, kissing me all over as she gushed about my lovemaking. Damn! You're somebody's best time; you've never been anybody's 'best time'. Yeah, I know, isn't that crazy? You want me to leave you alone, don't you? Yeah, I do. Nat stayed the night. Nat ate me until I was sore and asked her to stop. But I wasn't too sore to eat Nat. Nat was very happy the next morning and showed me her appreciation by waking me with a climax. Lying in bed, in each other's arms, the morning light was sneaking through my windows, and bowing to the inevitable, I asked if she'd like coffee. She would, and showed her the toothbrush, in its unopened package-I learn things!-and the toothpaste. Grabbing a wrap from the clothes hook on the door, I told her to feel free to use any one of the others. "Mmmm, is that a Kona blend?" she asked, walking into the kitchen. Grabbing the cup I had out for her, she took hers straight, no sugar or cream. "It is," I answered, "I reward myself every January with a trip to Maui for a couple of weeks, and I've become addicted to Kona coffee from the Islands." "Lucky you, what a great time to be over there," she said, sipping and blowing on the hot mug of coffee. "I have a great real estate gal who finds me deals on rental condos over there, and she's yet to disappoint," I added. "I should do that one year when we take our winter break instead of visiting family; they live in fucking Montana. Do you know how cold fucking Montana is in January?" taking a long pull at her cup. I don't know why, I really don't; it's that fucking impulsive gene I've inherited I guess. That fact understood by me since I was a kid, I opened my mouth anyway, no surprise. "So, come with me this January," I heard myself say, "it'd be fun to have someone with me for a change." Her eyes, over her cup, narrowed and focused a bit, her brow scrunched a bit as well. Lowering her cup to the counter, where we were sitting, she said, "Are you serious?" "I usually go in January when the colleges are on break," I said, "most of my 'techies' are students and during their break, most work full time which gives me a chance to take some time off." "We'd split the cost of the condo, rental car, and all expenses?" she asked "We would, air fare included if you'd like; I can get you my corporate rates on that as well." "And you're fucking serious with this invitation, you're not just blowing smoke up my ass," her eyes narrowing as she said it, as if waiting for a punch line. "Up your ass?" I joked, "Nat, I'll blow your pussy but your ass is safe from me; and yes, I'm serious." "Why? She asked, serious now. "Why not?" Why not, indeed. We finished our coffee, and jumped into my large shower together. Shower sex is much more fun with a woman, I thought as Nat was on her knees, sucking on my clit; much better, I thought as I climaxed, than with a guy. In retrospect, I thought, as I waved her out of my garage, letting the door down as she drove off, this trip in January with Nat should be a lot of fun. I mean, we look like Mutt and Jeff, standing next to each other but she's fun; she gets me, I get her, and it'll be a nice change of pace from my solo trips. Look, it's not like I don't have straight friends, hell that's all I had before I met Brie. Now though, 'I have options' that I didn't have before. All of my straight friends were mostly married with a gaggle of kids, or in 'relationships'; so now, 'I have options'. Options, huh? Is that what you call all that pussy you've been eating, 'exercising your options'? It's not 'all that pussy'; it's only really been three women that I've been with. Yeah, and a lot; you've been with their pussies a lot. What's your fucking point here? I'm just saying... "Hey, girlfriend," I heard Dee's voice say when I answered the phone. Besides becoming lovers-did I just say that?-we've also become very good friends, talking almost daily. "Hey, babe, what's shaking?" I say, happy to hear her voice. "Got something to ask you, but you're under no pressure to agree, okay?" she said, hesitantly. This should be fucking good, I thought, but curious anyway. "You remember Ling, the Chinese beauty I hooked up with, when she answered my ad? Well, I think I told you but it doesn't matter; we've been hooking up quite a bit the last couple of weeks and she asked me something last night, and, you're were the first one to come to my mind" pausing, as if waiting for me to ask 'the question.' I 'out-paused' her. "She wants to have a threesome," Dee suddenly blurted out, "she asked me to give her a threesome, with someone that I absolutely trust, and, I thought of you." "Lynn? Are you pissed at me?" she said after listening to the silence from my end for about a minute. "No, not at all," I said, "I was just thinking about whether or not I want to do this." "She likes for me to sit on her face when she eats me," Dee offered. "When and what time?" My sister is right about me. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 06 Showering for my ménage-a-trois with Dee and Ling, I let the water beat hard against my upturned face, somewhat enjoying the stings on my skin. It was the Saturday night after Thanksgiving, that ordeal, thank heavens, over with. Everything was fine that day, it really was, and would have stayed that way had Jan kept her fucking mouth shut. My dad and brothers were watching football in the den, all of them emitting the snores of after-Turkey-dinner naps, while 'watching' football. The kids were downstairs in the basement, playing in grandma and grandpa's playroom; used to be a TV room but it was redone for a fun and safe place for the grandkids, none of them yours, Lynn Marie. The 'womenfolk'; my sisters, my mom, and I were enjoying an after-cleanup cup of coffee, tired but happy with the day. Then, Jan became Jan, no surprise. "So where's the latest boyfriend, Lynn, did you run him off, too?" laughing in a mocking manner. "He ran himself off," I replied, "and good riddance; he was too much of a 'momma's boy'." "Well, you're not getting any younger, so you might want to become 'less picky'," she said, my mom telling her to 'hush'. "It's okay, mom, Jan's just being who she is, a miserable bitch," I said, meaning every fucking word. "I might be a 'bitch' but at least I'm a married bitch with kids," she sniped. "Well, that's you, Jan; Me? I'm happy without a man in my life, right now, and I have a good life, just as it is." Looking sideways at our youngest sister, Becky, Jan sipped her coffee and said, "She's a lesbo and doesn't even know it." That was the last fucking straw. "And if I was Jan, what the fuck do you care? What damned business is it of yours if I like being around women, find satisfaction with women that I've never found with men, Jan? What fucking business is it of yours who I sleep with?" You just 'outed' yourself. I just 'outed' myself. I've never fully appreciated, or understood completely, the phrase, "the silence was so thick, you needed a knife to cut through it," until that moment; until the seconds after I stopped talking. My mother and two sisters were all staring at me, cups raised, mid-sip position, eyes wide and mouths agape, all of them. Becky, our youngest sister and mother of three at the age of twenty-four, wielded the knife that sliced through the silence. "Sis," she said in that subdued, meek voice of hers, "are you happy in your life, whatever it is, are you really happy?" a sadness I've never noticed before, on her face. I thought a minute, and looking up from the mug of coffee in my hands, I said, "Yeah, Becks, I am; I really, really am." "Then, I am glad for your happiness," rising and giving me a sweet kiss on my cheek. "Lynn Marie, you don't have to go, Jan was just being 'mouthy'; you know how she can be, don't go yet," my mother was pleading through my window, half-down so we could talk. "Yeah, Mom, I do have to go; it's best, and besides, I've got an early day tomorrow. When my clients shut down for holidays is when my people 'do their thing'," smiling slightly and reaching to give her a goodbye kiss. "Will we see you for Christmas?" she called after me. "Probably so," I answered, raising my window and driving for the Interstate. You really shouldn't let her get to you like that. I know. You've known she was 'that way' since you were children. I know. Doesn't make what she said wrong. I know. Dee asked if I could spend the night; so I packed my overnighter, after I had dressed, finally choosing what I would wear. Dee said to make it casual, and I did, but I added 'sexy', on my own. I chose a skirt that hung on my hips 'just so', and a top which displayed my wares nicely, especially when I went braless, which I was. And pantiless, as well, did I mention that. I did have panties but they were in my bag, for tomorrow; tonight? Not so much. They were expecting me at seven and it was only six, so I retrieved my stash and rolled a 'wee boy' as Brie would say. "Watcha' doing?" I heard Nat say when I answered the phone. "Blowing a bone before I go over to Dee's," I said. Nat knew of the threesome that I was heading to this Saturday night. We talked daily, we shared our adventures with each other, and we had become friends. "Watcha' doing tomorrow night?" She asked. "Nothing of any importance, why?" "Want to have dinner with me and Jen?" Jen was her graduate assistant, working on her Masters. "Sure, sounds like fun, what time?" I answered, taking a deep hit and holding it in. And Jan says you have no social life. What the fuck does she know? Dee answered the door, hung my coat, and leered appreciatively at my choice of 'casual' dress, then kissed me in welcome. Taking my hand, she led me to the living room, where Ling was seated on the large couch. She looked like a fucking porcelain doll, she being so small, but beautiful, her smile the first thing that you notice. "Dee said you were 'hot' but she understated the truth," Ling said, taking my hand and pulling me to sit next to her on the couch. "You'll make me blush, but thank you for your kind words," I stammered. "You gals make yourselves comfortable and I'll make us some drinks," Dee said, Ling, smiling at me all the while. We talked, getting to know each other, our eyes never leaving the other's, for whatever reasons. She was small but incredibly sexy, making me very desirous of getting into her young pants. She was, indeed, twenty-four, her twenty-fifth birthday a few months off, yet. She was from Chicago, of Chinese ancestry, and was chasing a Master's in microbiology. She finished her brief bio by frankly admitting that she's liked girls ever since high school when she spent a night with her friend, May. I told her of my story, equally brief, when Dee showed up with our drinks. We toasted, touching glasses, and Dee turned down the lights, and turned on the music, soft jazz in the background. Dee sat with us, placing Ling between her and I. We made small talk about the music, about petty stuff, when Ling asked Dee if we could watch a video for a while. Getting up, Dee said to me, "Ling likes to watch porn; makes her really hot. You okay with that?" "Dee, you know I like porn as well, so yeah, I'm okay with that," smiling at Ling afterwards. For whatever reasons the video was of two couples, a 'swapsie' flick I figured, and I did watch for a while as the plot moved along, somewhat slowly it seemed to me. We had all leaned back against the couch, and losing interest in the flick, I turned towards Ling, leaning in and began placing 'butterfly' kisses on her neck and ears, letting my hand drop to her upper thigh, on top of her jeans. She moved her head around, allowing me further access to continue what I was doing, my hand having now separated her thighs and rubbing in her Vee, which had widen a bit. Dee joined in on the fun on the other side and soon we had all forgotten the flick, as murmurs of pleasure filled the room. Taking her ear into my teeth, I gently nibbled and tongued her there, while my fingers began unbuttoning her blouse. Something in my peripheral vision caught my attention; it was a swapsie film all right, the couples swapped with each other's partner, but it was guy/guy and girl/girl. Well, now, Dee's choice made sense. Turning my attention back to Ling, she was now kissing Dee on the mouth while one of her small hands fondled Dee's breasts. Opening Lings blouse, I suckled her small breasts, without the inconvenience of a bra; compared to Dee and Ling, my C-cup sisters made me look like Sophia Loren. But, don't get me wrong, small breasts are a lot of fun to play with, to suck and kiss, a lot of fun; and Ling liked it, she liked it a lot. Dee had moved her hand to Ling's jeans and was getting them undone, my hand helping as I continued to suck her small perky breasts. Dee and I pulled on Ling's jeans as she raised her ass off of the couch so that they could slide down her legs. As Dee finished removing them from her feet, my hand was now rubbing her shaved pussy, her lips very wet. I felt Dee separate Ling's legs as she moved on her knees towards Ling's pussy. Ling had her hand on my breasts now as I alternated between kissing her mouth and sucking her tits. I pulled away and quickly took off my top and skirt, Ling smiling at my nakedness, reaching for me, pulling me as she leaned her head against the couch. She pulled me until my pussy was in front of her, and I was leaning against the sofa's back with my knees; she leaned forward, her tongue snaking out to taste me, to lick me as Dee was doing to Ling. Ling came first, before me, her screams of delight muffled by my pussy against her mouth. I followed almost immediately, waves of joy rushing over me. Our orgasms over, Ling and I lifted Dee from the floor, and brought her upstairs to her bed, took off her clothes, and laying her down, we devoured her body with our mouths. Lying in bed, resting, the three of us were quite the sight; naked, wet, but all with smiles of satisfaction. Feeling an 'urge', I reached out to Ling's crotch, finding it very wet, which sent a shiver of joy though me, and I'm not sure why, but it did. I played with her for a while, smiling when she sighed and parted her legs for me. Rolling over, I crawled between Ling's legs as she parted them wide for me. Starting at her feet, I kissed and licked her smooth skin, watching as I did so; I watched as Ling pulled on Dee until she had Dee straddling her head so that she could eat Dee. Reaching Ling's pinkness with my tongue, I heard her moan as I flicked my tongue across her button, teasingly, taunting her. She took out her frustration on Dee's pussy, much to Dee's delight, judging by her sounds. When Dee started her climax, I sucked Ling's clit into my mouth, my tongue swiping across her little man, three fingers fucking her at the same time. She exploded just that quickly and Dee's bed was shaking as they both orgasmed explosively. Ling was insatiable in her need to eat pussy. After we had rested from that last go-around, she sat Dee and me with our backs against the headboard, and one at a time, ministered to our needs, her small mouth surprisingly agile, as was her tongue. We finally called 'Uncle', all of us and fell asleep, pussies throbbing. I passed on the morning sex and let them have at it while I showered. Peeking in on them as I dried myself, little-bitty Ling was having her ass reamed by a fairly large dildo, seemingly loving it. Anal, just not my thing. Boyfriends have tried to 'sneak in' before but I don't see the attraction. But, hey, that's just me; different strokes and all that stuff. I let them finish and made my goodbyes, after I dressed. I drove home and laid down for a nap; I was expected at Nat's tonight and I was now debating if I wanted to go. Don't get me wrong; I heal quickly from too much sex, but I was wondering if I really wanted another threesome romp. I didn't know that it would be so at Nat's but I felt it was a safe assumption. I'll see how I felt when after my nap, I decided, and was asleep just that quickly. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 07 "It's pronounced 'why-a-lay-ah', I said to Nat, as we drove from the car rental agency, referring to Wailea, an enclave of Maui. The agency I've used for the past few years scored me another great deal on a condo across the road from one of the public beaches; 2 BR, 2 baths, twice a week maid service, and at a great price. We flew out of ten degree below zero weather to eighty-four degrees, sunny, and we had the top down on the rental convertible, driving to a condo in Hawaii; doesn't get much better than that, folks. Christmas was behind us, as was New Year's; it was a good year for my firm, and the holiday bonuses reflected that to my employees. It was a great party at the office, nobody got 'too' drunk, and nobody made an ass of themselves, which is always a good thing. Christmas with the family was civil; if my dad knew of the Thanksgiving blow up, he didn't allude to it. My sister Jan, for the most part, was very civil, for Jan anyway, and Becks, well Becks was Becks, sweet, quiet, and 'herding' the kids towards the toys, not the boxes. ~ Nat was surprised, when I picked her up for the trip to the airport, to see a golf bag with my 'stuff'; but, as I told her, I've played golf since I was fifteen, loved it and play whenever I can. So, my golf bag took up the rear seat of the convertible, our bags in the trunk. "So, what's on the agenda for today and tonight," Nat asked; her face into the sun, soaking up the rays. "Well, for me, I find arrival day a good time to catch some extra sleep and to let my body get regulated to the five hour time difference; so, I pretty much eat light, and crash early." "My first time," Nat said, "So I'll go with your recommendation, though I don't feel the least bit fatigued." "Trust me," looking sideways at her, "It will catch up to you when you least expect it." Nat was asleep, on the couch, by six that night. I covered her and went to bed for my own sack time. I was exhausted and don't even remember my head hitting the pillow. ~ Padding sleepily to the kitchen, I found the Kona coffee we purchased yesterday, at our stop at the market, before we got to the condo. Pressing the start button on the coffee maker, I returned to my bedroom's attached bath, peed, and then jumped into the shower while the coffee brewed. It had been a while since I had a 'roll in the hay' with one of 'the girls', I thought as my hand rubbed the soap and warm water all over my body. Reaching the magic spot between my legs, I took care of myself, enjoying the release of tension that my small, but satisfying climax, provided. Sighing contentedly, I let the water wash over me once more before I shut it off, and opened the shower door to reach for the towel that was being handed to me. Handed to me? "Was it good, baby?" Nat's voice asked. I didn't know she was even there. Taking the towel, I started drying myself, and asked, "When did you become a voyeur, Nat?" a bit embarrassed that she watched me jack-off, but not too terribly much. "We're all voyeurs, babycakes," Nat laughingly said, "its just that some of 'us' don't mind getting caught at it," walking out of my bath, towards the kitchen. I laughed with her and agreed that she was probably right. "Thanks for the cover last night," Nat said, handing me a cup of coffee when I joined her, my nudity covered with a kimono-type wraparound, " I remember laying my head on the arm of the couch to watch the news, and the next thing I knew, daylight was waking me." "Told you," was all I said. We sipped our coffees, quietly, letting the caffeine kick-start our bodies and brains. "Love this place," Nat said, referring to the condo that was ours for the next two weeks, "but I was surprised that it has two bedrooms. I sorta' thought we'd be sharing a bed," her eyes searching mine. Smiling at her, I put my cup on the counter, saying, "And we will, Nat, probably a lot, but there will be times when all either of us will want to do will be to sleep, and not fuck, and we'll want our own bed. Besides, the extra closet space isn't a bad thing." Nat brought two huge bags filled with God-knows-what; I had one bag, besides my clubs, mostly with shorts, tees, and a few 'dress up' things, as well as swim suits. It was Hawaii, for goodness sake. "Okay, makes sense," Nat said, accepting my explanation. "Besides, what if you seduce some young hottie and bring her home with you, you'll want your bedroom as a playground," I added, laughing. "If I bring some young 'hottie' home while we're here, it'd be to share with you," she said, seriously. "That'd probably work," I said, kissing her forehead as I poured more coffee, "and I'll keep that if mind should I snag a beach bunny myself," laughing. Then, softly tweaking her nipple through her slept-in tee shirt, I added, "now get your fine ass into the shower; we have an errand to run this morning, as soon as you're ready, okay?" Jumping off the kitchen-bar stool and stretching, Nat asked, "What's up for today?" "We're going into the 'high country', up the mountain, to see a local 'friend' and pick up some 'Maui Wowie' for our stay." She smiled a big ol' smile at me. Nat likes her weed, as well. "Is that what you're wearing?" Nat asked, walking into the kitchen for another cup as she dried her body with a fluffy towel. Nat's small but her body is really attractive, and very sexy. I was in a two-piece swim suit, under a tee and a pair of shorts. "Standard wear when in the Islands," I said, sipping my own cup. "Got it," she said, walking away with her fresh cup of java, her tight ass-cheeks looking mighty good as my eyes followed her. When was the last time you looked at a man and thought about sex? I'm not sure; probably a couple of months before I met Brie. Miss having cock? No, I really don't. Fucking lesbo! Screw you! ~ Driving back toward Kahului Airport, I turned onto hwy 360, heading east towards the high country, the Pacific Ocean on our left, with the waves gently breaking onto shore, windsurfers providing a kaleidoscope of colors on the water with their sails. Nat had dressed as I had, and admitted that she 'probably over-packed' for this trip. "Lesson learned," she said, "if I ever do this again." "Everybody over-packs on their first trip," I said to her, "but only once," looking to her, a smile on my lips. The top was down-of course-and the warm tropical air felt deliciously wonderful as it tossed our hair into our faces. Taking a county road off of 360, the ocean was now behind us as we started the gentle climb up the mountainside, fields of sugar cane flanking us, interrupted by open fields with cows grazing. Our eventual destination was a small enclave of eclectic inhabitants; most of them, holdovers from the 'hippie' days of the sixties and seventies. Their community was near the settlement of Kula which rested high on the mountainside and looked down the greenery towards the blue ocean. "I never realized how much agriculture is a part of Hawaii," Nat said as her eyes took in the plowed fields and grazing lands of Maui sliding by us on the curvy roadway. The openness to the sky, near the ocean, gave way to trees of many varieties which soon provided shade as we climbed ever higher up the mountain. The distance from the airport wasn't terribly far, less than forty miles, I think, but the snaking curves and narrow roadway made for slow going. Near noon Kula appeared in the windshield before us and, pulling into a parking space in front of Pete's Place, I killed the engine and announced, "Here we are, Nat, got an appetite yet?" "I could eat," Nat said as her eyes took in the leather craft shop, a couple of candle and holistic shops, along with sundry other small businesses. As she scanned around her in a three-sixty, she remarked, "Fuck, it's like stepping back into the sixties." "You wouldn't be wrong in that assumption," I laughingly responded. "Lynn Marie! What a sight for these old eyes," Mattie screamed at the top of her voice. The several tables of customers all turned towards Nat and me as we entered, my arms open wide to Mattie's hug. "Hey there, girl, good to see ya," Pete yelled from the window separating the eating part from the cooking part. A couple of faces, I recognized, and nodded back to them, as they had done to me. I introduced Nat to Mattie and Pete as Mattie seated us at a back booth. "Pete's got you all hooked up," Mattie said, low-voiced, "so let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll get it for you." I told her we would and also told us to bring us a couple of Pete's special sandwiches, heavy on the BBQ'ed pork. "You're not going to fucking believe this pork sandwich," I said to Nat, ordering a couple of cold Coronas as well. After Mattie left our booth, I told Nat their story, which was fairly straight-forward. ~ "Pete survived Vietnam and was medically discharged in '66 or thereabouts. He settled here, bumming around, working here and there until he met Mattie, who was here on a 'journey of discovery' by herself. They hooked up, found kindred spirits up here, in the high country, and have been here ever since. They opened this place in the late seventies and have made a nice life for themselves," pulling at my beer that Mattie had just delivered to the booth. "A hippie-like existence," Nat commented, taking a drink of her cold beer. "For lack of a better description, yes," I said; "a lover of the 'bud' as we are, he has maintained a patch of pot hidden somewhere on the mountainside. I found them about four years ago, through some hard-leg I was fucking on one of my trips and I've been friends with them ever since. Whenever I'm coming out, I call Pete and he takes care of my 'smoking needs' so that I don't have to run the security risks at airports," taking another long pull at my beer. "How convenient," Nat said. "Very," I replied, smiling. "Ya'll coming back for the pig roast aren't you?" Mattie asked as I paid our bill, including the 'quarter' I had just got from her in a to-go sandwich box. Pete had included a rolled, fat, doob, for the drive back to civilization. I just love Pete to death; he's got a 'good soul'. "Wouldn't dream of missing it," I said as we were leaving. The pig roast was a big deal, yearly event, up here; don't plan on driving back down the mountain after a night of smoking and drinking with them and their buddies, though. I thanked her for her offer for us to use a spare bedroom at their place, and we were out the door. Nat and I nosed around a couple of shops, buying a few hand-made knick-knacks, before heading back 'down the hill'. Offering her a faster route back to the condo, or the leisurely scenic route we took up, she opted for the scenery. A good choice, I thought. We put the top up so that we could indulge in our herbal dessert, and as Maui shit always is, it was fucking dynamite weed. We agreed, after only two hits apiece, that we'd put it out, the two hits taking us where we wanted to go. ~ About half-way down, I stopped at a parking area which fronted an overlook of the valley below and the ocean a bit further on. Nat leaned against me, zonked silly, enjoying both the stone and the view. I was leaning against a boulder, and she was leaning against me, my arms around her as we shared the gorgeous view. It was Monday, and very little traffic, much less 'touristas', stopping at the overlook. Maui weed gets me horny; every time, without fail, and so it was so, this sunny afternoon. Feeling up Nat's boobs with my hand, as I hugged her to me, her breathing slowly became heavier, a sure sign of her arousal. Staring ahead to the ocean, I slipped a hand into the top of her shorts, and into her tiny bikini bottoms, my fingers finding her damp pussy. She moaned a sound of pleasure as I stroked across her swollen 'little man', my fingers moving in slow circles over its tip. Moving my hand further down her Vee, I was able to slide a finger inside of her, her breath sucking in sharply as I entered her, her legs spreading enough for me to have easy access. It didn't take long at all for Nat to grab my arms with her hands when her climax came upon her. I held her tight to me, kissing the top and side of her head as her orgasm abated. "Damn, baby, but that felt so fucking good," Nat said, turning around to embrace me with one arm, the other one reaching into my pants. She leaned her head up and I, down, for a delicious tongue-probing kiss, while her fingers found my wet slit. Sadly, my orgasm was quick but, oh, so fucking good. Sucking my juice into my mouth from her fingers, we kissed again, and went back to the car to continue our drive. "Oh, babe, that was nice," Nat said, her hand reaching to caress my breasts as I drove. Reaching over with my right hand, I fondled her as well, saying to her, "Yes it was and when we get back to the condo, I'm going to fuck you silly." "Promises, promises," she said, her hand under my tee and under my swim bra, pinching my nipple, 'just so'. ~ When we came up for air from our sixty-nine in her bed, both of our mouths were red and wet from the mutual pussy eating we had been doing since we got home to the condo. I suggested that we shower, grab an early dinner, something light, and get back here to watch the sunset from the beach. She was all for that, and an hour later, we were sitting down at a local bar/café in Wailea. "I am so glad you let me come here with you," Nat said, sucking on her Colada; too sweet for me, so I was sticking with Scotch. "We'll have fun, and I like having someone with me that I know; it's a really nice change." I answered. "What's the plan for tomorrow?" She asked. "I've got a golf lesson at 9 AM for the next two days," I answered, "the lesson and some driving range time should put me back at the condo by noon. You're welcome to come along with me, if you'd like," I offered. "Nah, but thanks, I think I'll just hang out at the pool and soak up some rays on this white Nordic skin," laughing. "Sun block and lots of it, girl, or you'll fucking burn up," I cautioned. "Yes ma'am," she simply said. ~ We each had a salad, both still full from Pete's monster pork sandwiches. Nat couldn't get over how good those bad boys were. Two more drinks and we paid our tab, heading back for the condo with at least a half-hour before the sun set. "Watcha wearing?" Nat asked as we grabbed some beach mats to sit on. "I losing my shorts, keeping my tee and swimsuit," pouring the Tequila Sunrise concoction we made for the beach into a thermos. I picked up the roach from the car that lay on the counter, and slipped it into my swim top, and told Nat to put a lighter into her top. Slipping the condo key into a small pocket in my bottoms, we were in our flip-flops and on the beach with time to spare. Sunset watching is a shared experience in the Islands; up and down the public beach, a secluded one, but public nonetheless, were others doing the same thing as we were. Some couples, most actually, and a few singles, but very few kids and families; less crowded on this Monday evening then it would be three days from now. Nat and I just stared at the amazing colors painted by the sunset, a cloud bank on the horizon providing a 'raying' of the dying light. Simply fucking gorgeous is how I thought of it. Night had descended onto Maui, the stars were doing their thing and the half-moon was doing its own thing, providing 'just' the right amount of light. People vanished into their own worlds, leaving the beach, leaving just the two of us. I fished the roach from my top and reached into Nat's top to get the lighter; Okay, and to 'cop a quick feel'. Lighting up, we let the local weed do its thing to us, once again two hits each was all we needed to 'get there'. Looking around in an 'almost three sixty' and seeing no one, I put the roach and lighter away, near the empty thermos. Easily pulling Nat down with me, I stayed over her, she lying on the mat. Our lips met, our mouths opening and devouring the other, tongues dancing. Our tees had been off since we sat down on the beach; lifting her skimpy top allowed me full access to her perky small boobs and hard nipples, which I took advantaged of while my hand finger-fucked her to a long orgasm, my teeth biting her nipples 'almost' hard enough to hurt, but not quite. Her climax ended, she flipped me onto my back and looking around, as I had done, yanked my bottoms off of me. I opened my legs for her, there on the beach, and she went down on me as her hands had my breasts out of my top, her fingers tweaking my nipples, hard enough to feel good. This would be something of a ritual for her and I while we were in Hawaii; on nights when there wasn't a slug of people around, we'd have sex on a public beach which added to the thrill immensely. ~ "I almost felt like someone was watching us," Nat said after we had put ourselves together, making the short walk home a long one, taking our time. "Dope paranoia," I assured her. "You know what though?" continuing her thought, "I kind of got an extra little thrill thinking that we were being watched," smiling at me in the dim moonlight. "I think human beings are voyeuristic by nature" I said, "so I'm okay with it, personally." "Okay with watching, or okay with being watched?" Nat asked. Unlocking our door, I turned to her, key in hand and answered her question. "Both." Lynn's Journeys Ch. 08 Nat was still sleeping when I left for the golf course at seven thirty, the morning following our 'sex on the beach' fun. My instructor for 'tune up' was Anita, as it has been since I started coming to Maui, five years ago. Then, I was into guys; now, not so much, laughing aloud at my thought. I have assumed that Anita was gay since day one; she'd never 'come on' to me, but there was 'something' in the way she's looked at me, talked with me since I started with her. Like I said, though, she'd never made any moves. Of course, until this year, my head wasn't thinking or looking for anything other than a cock to fuck; if I felt like it, that is. Pulling into a parking spot, I also wondered, if I'd behave differently towards her or notice anything like a 'hit' from her should it happen. My 'head' was certainly in a different place this year, that's for damned sure. "Hi Lynn, good to see you, been playing any?" Anita said in her friendly tone. "The last two hours on the driving range, Anita, is the first time I've swung clubs since the end of October," I answered honestly, "but the last half-hour or so, I felt the swing groove returning." Laughing, she said, "I'll be the judge of that, girly, not you." She put me through a work out, starting with the driver and moving through fairway woods and irons to the lofted clubs. Aside from a couple of 'worn burners', I hit the ball pretty damned well, I thought, and as it turned out, so did Anita. "Grab you pitching wedge, sand wedge, and putter," she said, "and meet me at the chipping green." I followed her directions, starting with a few sand shots, then moving to pitch and chip shots. After a couple of short chips, she said, "You're not following through after you strike the ball. Drop a couple of balls, step back, and just stand there, addressing the ball." I did as she asked and, moving behind me, she pressed herself against my backside, reaching around with her arms and hands, laying them on top of my own. Standing away from the ball, she led me through the stroke, through the follow through, and the whole while I could feel her breasts against my back, rubbing tantalizingly. She walked me up to the ball and we did the same thing but this time striking the ball in a perfect small arc, rolling to within six feet of the pin. We did it four more times, each time with the same result, each time her breasts exciting me; it may have been wishful thinking on my part but I would have sworn that her hands were stroking mine in little, subtle ways. It got me hot thinking it could be so. "You're ready to play anytime you want, "Anita said to me, by my car, as I loaded my clubs, "you're hitting well so I'd say play your heart out while you're here." "In fact," she said, "if you don't mind playing early tomorrow morning, I can schedule us for an early twosome, if you'd like." "I'd love that if you could," I replied, as excited by seeing her again as I was to play a round. She called the pro shop from her cell, said a few words, and then ended the call, telling me that we were 'on' for six o'clock in the morning. "I'll bring two large coffees for us," laughing as she said it. My drive home provided me some time to think about this 'interest' in Anita, and what it meant to me, for me, in particular. Did I imagine those strokes I 'know' I felt from her hands? Did I imagine the excitement I felt from her breasts against my back at the chipping green? My damp panties would be testimony that it wasn't imagined. There's no doubt, for you, anymore, is there? No, I don't think there is. You're really okay with this turn in the road that is your life, aren't you? Yes, I think I am. I detoured by the complex pool area to check for Nat, and opening the gate, I spied her at the far end, talking to a couple of women, the three of them lying on chaise chairs. "Ready to get some lunch?" I said, walking up to Nat's chair, which caused the other two women to shade their eyes to look up to me. Nat made the introductions; Bea and Ginny, both divorced, friends since college and on their yearly 'adults only' vacation, respective grandparents watching their kids back home in New England. "Long trip for you guys," I said, "longer than ours for sure," sitting on Nat's chair to get on the same level as everybody else. "Lunch, then what?" Nat said gathering her 'stuff'. "Then I thought I'd take you to see the Iao Valley park; simply gorgeous and worth a look-see." Bea said that was on their agenda for sometime this week. "Well, join us for lunch and come along with us," I offered. They looked at each other, shrugged, and Bea answered for them both; "Why not? But lunch is on us; no argument." Laughing, we agreed to let them buy us lunch. Lunch was fun; a lot of laughter at our table, causing other diners to stare at us at times. Bea and Ginny had been friends since college; both were thirty-five and divorced, neither 'dating' at the moment. Bea was the more outgoing of the two, Ginny, seemingly, a bit more 'reserved' or quiet. Both were moderately attractive, closer to my height than to Nat's. Ginny asked of our husbands or boyfriends and Nat looked at me quickly with a smile in her eyes before answering, "No, neither of us have a guy in our lives at the moment, it's just us chickens," smiling at the both of them. I thought that I saw a 'flicker' of an 'Ah Ha' moment in Bea's eyes when Nat said that. The Iao Park is an oasis on the island, making you feel you had entered into another world. Large, lush trees loomed overhead as in a rainforest, blocking out the sun for the most part. The park celebrated a fierce battle between the natives against other Polynesian tribes with many killed on the grounds of this canyon/valley of dense vegetation. There were walking trails, historical plaques at various sites and after a couple of hours, we chose a secluded table and shelter to duck into as an afternoon shower burst upon us, getting us a bit wet as we ran for cover. We had become so comfortable with Bea and Ginny that Nat and I forgot that they were strangers and didn't know of our 'relationship'. Often, she and I held hands as we walked the trails, and now, sitting under the shelter at the table, we held hands again as we talked with them. Bea finally asked us, point-blank, if we were a 'couple'; I looked at Nat, she at me, and smiling at Bea, I said, "We're very good friends." "With benefits?" Bea joked, Ginny looking a bit confused. Seeing her confusion, Bea told Ginny that she'd explain it all to her later. Nat and I just smiled at each other. "Sometimes," I answered, "with benefits, but not exclusively." Bea gave us a knowing nod of her head, smiling. "It's good to have close friends," Bea commented. Squeezing my hand in hers, Nat answered, "Yeah, yeah it is." Nat and I returned to the beach, for the sunset, as we had done the night before. When we had the beach to ourselves, after night fell, I went down on Nat as she had done to me; the thrill of eating her pussy in public providing me with an extra 'kick', something new, but not unwelcomed by me. Nat wanted to 'do' me afterwards, but drug paranoia or not, I had also felt like we were being 'watched' and that thought provided me a bit of an extra thrill, I discovered. Showering the sand from our bodies at the rinse station near the walking path, I told Nat that I agreed with her about the 'being watched thing'. We both looked around but we couldn't see a soul other than a stray dog wandering along the beach. Nat slept in my bed that night, letting me make love to her until my mouth was sore. When I could do no more, her nimble fingers fucked me to a very nice orgasmic release that sent me to dreamland right afterwards. I arrived at the parking lot of the course with ten minutes to spare. I had dressed for my twosome with Anita 'just so'; I wore a golf skirt, which are short by nature and a bright red thong, along with a scooped-neck blouse showing the cleavage that my sports bra provided from its push-up design. I looked good, I thought to myself when I checked myself in the mirror after dressing. Hell yeah, I'd jump my bones I had decided after one, final look in the mirror. You've jumped your own bones many a night girlfriend, don't forget it. Now, not so much, thank you very much. Our round began on time, and I hit the ball very well, pleasing the both of us. Anita is tall like Brie; short hair, long legs, firm ass and probably D-cup boobs, 35 o r 36; when I asked her about their size and her swing, she laughed, admitting that at times, "The 'girls' get in the way of a proper follow-through." I laughed along with her and offered that I could see how 'they' could be a problem. When I would address my ball, she'd stand, facing me but a ways away, out of my line of vision so that she could observe my set up, etc. Looking up a couple of times, though, I saw that her eyes were focused on my boobs and cleavage and that made me very happy inside. "Great round, Lynn," Anita was saying to me over an ice tea at the nineteenth hole, "eight over par, for an amateur, is quite a feat," toasting me with her glass of tea. "Best I've shot in a few years," I proudly said, "but I'd still like to drop a few strokes." Laughing, Anita said, "Practice, practice, practice." She had asked, as we played, if I was still seeing that local banker I played golf with last year. Played golf with, and fucked a lot with, I thought to myself. Don't know why, I thought further, he really wasn't all that good in bed, but he was 'company' while I was here last year. "No," I answered Anita, "no, I'm here with a girlfriend from back home and that's just fine; we're having a good time, the two of us." Changing the topic, Anita asked if I'd like another early round tomorrow and I jumped at the chance, driving away waving and smiling. It's only a round of golf, dildo-brain, not a romp in the sack. Yeah, but you just never know… Opening the gate to the pool, I saw Nat, Bea, and Ginny in the same corner as yesterday; Ginny was lying face up on her chaise, and Bea was lying face down as Nat was applying lotion to her legs, her hands working inside Bea's upper thighs, very near Bea's sweet spot. Nat spied me walking towards them, and seeing the smirk on my face, knowing what I was smirking about, she just gave me a big ol' shit-eating grin. Ginny looked up when she heard me walking and said, "Hi Lynn, how was your golf game?" Bea turned onto her side when Ginny spoke; I saw that Nat kept applying the lotion between Bea's legs even though Bea had changed positions and that Nat's hands were touching Bea's crotch as she rubbed the lotion into Bea's skin. I told them of my excellent round but since none of the three of them played golf, it was more exciting to me, obviously, but they were polite with their congratulations of my round. Asking if they were still up for a trip up the coast to Lahaina, as we had talked about yesterday, they chimed in that they were. Bea said that we'd take their car since we drove yesterday, and agreeing to that, I told them to give me an hour to shower and change. "Mind if I join you?" Nat said as I stepped into the shower, "save the water and all that crap," she offered as a reason. "Hell, I figured you'd be showering with Bea," I joked when she stepped into the shower, joining me. Switching places so she could get under the water while I soaped up, she said, "I may yet before they leave on Sunday," laughing a bit. "You know, my hands were all over her body putting on the lotion and I think she enjoyed it, hell, I know she did. When you walked over and Bea turned over to talk with you, my hand was brushing against her pussy through her suit bottom and she pretty much let me touch her how and where I wanted." Cupping her pussy in my hand, I slipped two of my fingers inside of her and asked, "But did you touch her like this?" kissing her softly on the side of her neck as my fingers began moving inside of her. "Ooh, yeah, just like that, sweetie," Nat breathed, then answering me, "not yet, but I bet I will," her arm wrapping around my neck for support as my fingering became faster. It was a great shower for us both. Lahaina was a great afternoon of sight-seeing, shopping and a mid-afternoon brunch at a sea-side bar and grill on the deck, overlooking the harbor. As we walked around the shopping district, Bea and Nat sort of 'paired off'; knowing that Nat wanted to jump Bea's bones, I took Ginny under my wing, she and I often wandering off on our own, as the other two did the same. When we met at the parking lot at our agreed time, and after we all showed our purchases to the group, I asked Bea and Ginny if they'd like to share a doob that I brought along. Bea said, "Hell yeah," no surprise there, I thought. Ginny said that she hadn't smoked since college but she wouldn't be a stick in the mud and would join us. After making sure that Bea could and would drive okay while we toked, I lit the joint as we drove from Lahaina, and the sun dropped below the horizon pulling the night over us, as it did so. The coastal road back to the condos is two laned, for the most part, and typically slow; it was so again this evening. Bea cut herself off after two tokes, remarking at its potency. She and Nat talked quietly between themselves after the stone took over for them and Ginny smoked much more than she should have. "Lynn, this is so fucking good," Ginny said in a drawn-out, stoned manner. "I forgot just how good this shit can be," giggling to herself, and us. Bea chimed in that it must be for her to be cussing like that. Ginny just giggled again and said, "Fuck it, Beatrice, I'm always the 'good girl'," making quotation marks in the dark car with her fingers. "Can't argue with that, Gin," Bea said off-handedly, and she then resumed her quiet conversation with Nat as she followed the snaking lights ahead of our car. "Hey guys," Nat chimed suddenly, "anybody up for a walk on the beach after we get home?" Bea opined that it was a fine night for a moonlight beach walk, followed by a giggle of sorts from both her and Nat. "Can we smoke some more 'stuff'?" Gin asked, and I assured her that we could, but that she was cut off until then; her words were somewhat slurred and I felt like I shouldn't have let her smoke so much of this great ganja. Yeah, I know I'm not her 'mother', but still. The girls met Nat and I at our condo and we walked to the beach together, having changed into swim suits; 'if the mood hit us', we all said. Approaching the beach, Nat dropped back a bit to let me know that if she and Bea were to go off on their own, that I shouldn't be too concerned, winking at me. "You are such a slut," laughing in a joking manner. "I've heard that before," Nat replied, laughing along with me. "They're way ahead of us," Gin said, worriedly. I had maneuvered Gin to walk along with me, slowly, 'to enjoy the sea air' or some such crap; obviously, it was to give Nat and Bea the opportunity to slip away from us "Don't worry about them, Gin, they're big girls and they'll be just fine," giving Gin a sisterly hug with my arm. "How about you and I finish that doob?" changing direction a bit towards the grassy dunes farthest from the water and the open beach. That got her attention and like a puppy dog on a leash, she moved right along with me. Not that it made any difference, because we had the whole beach to ourselves it seemed; well, us and that same dog I saw the other night but he didn't even bother with us. That was just fine with me. Not that I don't like dogs, or cats, but if you've been paying attention, you'll know that there wasn't a pet in my life; except for my pink panther, of course. Reaching into my bra top, I produced the doob and a small lighter. There was enough of the joint left for Gin and I to get two nice hits before it was history, and enough to send out Gin into the ozone, once more. She leaned her head on my shoulder as we stared out at the moon's reflection of its light on the gently rolling surf. Typically stoned behavior, is all it was; solving the problems of mankind in our own heads, and thinking of that 'one great invention that would serve all mankind' and win you a Nobel prize. As I said, typical stoned behavior. "Lynn?" "Uh-huh, I'm here, Ginny girl." "Are Bea and Nat screwing?" "Why do you think that they would?" "You guys all think I'm dumb and naïve, but I'm not, I'm really not." "No, we don't." "Yes, you do." Okay, that bit of dialog continued for way too long, so I ended the volley of words. "Sweetie, it's not that we think you dumb, naïve, or whatever you think; what it is, is that you are not as 'tarnished' or 'tainted' like the three of us seem to be. What it is, is, that we see a bit of 'purity and innocence that I think we all wished we still had. That's what it is, Gin; it's really a good thing, not a bad one." "Really?" "Really." And then I was on my back against the sand dune and Gin was kissing me hard, her hands fondling my breasts. Huh! So much for purity and innocence, I thought, as I wrapped my arms around her and returned her kisses and touches. She suddenly pulled away from our kiss, her hand cupping my pussy, my hands under her top, feeling her breasts and nipples. Silently, she pulled me to my feet and along with her as she ran towards the water. We waded into the gentle, warm waves until we were waist deep, letting the waves move us as we danced on tip-toes to keep our balance. She kissed me again, her tongue finding my mouth, and her fingers finding my pussy at the same time. Our kiss wasn't so much passionate as it was lustful; our fingers into each other's sex, the waves adding welcomed movement to our fingering of each other. She came first, biting into my neck, gently, her arms holding her shaking body to mine as her orgasm took her on a ride. When her climax ended, she kissed me sweetly and returned her hand to my crotch, moving my suit bottom aside and entering me with her fingers. I came when she lifted my top and sucked my nipple into her mouth as her fingers danced, oh-so-sweetly, with my sex and button. It was a long orgasm, and so very good, so very, very good. "Does Bea know?" I asked Ginny, as we walked out of the water together, our arms around each other's waist. "I'm not sure that she thinks that I can be 'that way'," Gin said, stopping to look at me. "The reason for my divorce is that I was caught, in bed, with our nanny by my husband; Bea thinks it was because he became bored with me and our life. I let her continue to think that." "I think that you and Bea should have a heart to heart talk, just the two of you, one night, before you leave the Islands," I said, stroking her face with the back of my hand, softly, gently. "You think she'd understand?" Gin asked, seriously. "More than you dream possible, Ginny-girl, more than you know." I think the naïve tag might just stick with our girl, Gin. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 09 -9- "See you Sunday night," I said to Anita and rolling up my window, I drove out of the golf club lot. Anita and I played our second round on Thursday Morning, just the two of us. Once again I dressed similarly as yesterday; short golf skirt, thong but black this time, and a scoop-necked blouse but without a bra. It worked; at least I was sure that it worked because she didn't try to hide her looks and glances at my 'girls'. Yeah, I know that 34C isn't a big deal for the most part and that there are many women with larger tits than mine. However, I look good when I go braless and she certainly seemed to appreciate how I looked; and, after all, that's what I was hoping for, wasn't it? Yes, it was and I was pleased that she seemed to like what she saw. Long story short, she asked if I'd like to join her on Sunday night for a quiet dinner at her place. "Nothing special," she had said, "just a chance to get to know each other a bit more." That's all well and good, but I made up my mind as I drove back to the condo that I would make a move on her Sunday, if she didn't make one on me. ~ We, the four of us, hit the road Thursday afternoon for a quick jaunt into the high country to show Gin and Bea the incredible countryside and views; they were suitably ga-ga with the trip. Thursday evening I crashed, exhausted from 2 days of golf, day-tripping with the Nat and the girls, and I had decided that I'd rather sleep than party with them into the wee hours. It was a blissful, restful night of sleep with no dreams. Friday morning, I arose to an empty house. Huh! Starting the coffee brewing, I took a shower while the coffee maker did its thing. I heard Nat come into the condo as I turned off my shower and quickly drying off, I threw on a short kimono-style wrap and walked into the kitchen. "Well damn, look what the cat drug in," laughing at Nat while I fixed my cup. "You should have stayed, Lynn, it was fucking wild." "Oh? Really? Just how wild was it," acting the straight man. "Between the mimosas and the doobie you rolled for us- and thank you for that by the way-we got seriously fucked up, girl. I mean, seriously." "And Gin? Damn, I went to the bathroom and when I came back to the living room, she and Bea were all over each other. I mean, kissing and hands up shirts, and well, damn, it was hot to watch." "Really?" I said over the rim of my coffee cup. I hadn't told Nat of my little water adventure with Ginny; she had, of course, told me of her and Bea having a nice roll in the sand that same night. Nat said that her hunch about Bea was correct, that Bea liked playing with girls as well as guys. "She certainly likes to eat pussy," Nat had said. She also said that she was glad that they had brought the 'big' beach towels with them; nothing worse than sand in the crotch, ya know? "Really," she agreed, "and it was surreal watching Gin and Bea go at each other." "Surely, you joined in the fun, didn't you?" "Well, yeah!" looking at me as if I was a dummy for even asking the question. "And what the hell happened, Nat?" "Gin actually made the move on me," Nat said, "but I was already thinking about joining them when Gin broke away from Bea and came over to me. I was standing in the hallway and she walked up to me and planted a lip-lock on me that you wouldn't believe." Oh yeah, I would. "Bea joined in on the fun and the next thing I knew, we were all naked on their living room floor; Gin was between my legs, her tongue working magic on me, and Bea was sucking on my breasts before she straddled my head and let me have a taste. After Bea and I orgasmed, we took Ginny into Bea's bedroom and took turns on her, eating her and fucking her with one of Bea's little toys, but it wasn't little, believe you me!" "Sounds like fun," I remarked, feeling a bit of warmth and dampness between my legs. "Oh, yeah, it was definitely that," Nat agreed. "They're off to see an old classmate, who's living here now, but they'd like for you and me to join them tomorrow night for a goodbye dinner, and, you know, a little goodbye fun." "I'm in," the warmth getting more so as I remembered Gin's excellent use of her hands and fingers the other night. "So, I guess it's just you and me today, kiddo," Nat said, pouring, but not able to finish, her second cup of coffee. I dragged her into my bed, and didn't let her up for air for quite a while. ~ Saturday evening, as we were about to walk over to Gin and Bea's place, Nat asked me if she looked 'all right'. She did; she had chosen a nice skirt and blouse, light and airy, her blouse sheer enough for her breasts to be seen, enticingly so, and I told her she looked hot. Well, she did. Dinner was wonderfully simple and filling, but not 'too much'. As these things just seem to happen, from the time Nat and I arrived, it was apparent that it would be Bea and Nat, and Gin and I, as 'dates'. That's what it seemed, anyway, to me. The four of us knocked out the cleanup in record time, and shared a big fat joint. The weed worked, and as I came out of the 'fog', it was just Gin and I in the living room; I had dozed off, evidently, and when I came back to the real world, Gin had her hand under my tee, playing with my breasts. "They're playing in Bea's room," Gin answered the questioning look on my face. "I'm glad you woke up," she purred as her fingers rolled my nipple between them, turning up the burner in my crotch. "Mmm, me too," I murmured, really enjoying what she was doing to me. I pulled her face to me and kissed her; a soft, sweet kiss that slowly increased in its passion. "You were right about me telling Bea the truth of my divorce," she said in a low voice, placing pecking kisses on my lips, after we untangled our tongues. "She had no idea but she was glad that I'd told her the truth;" giggling before she added, "we've been trying to catch up on lost years of sex." I slid my hand up her skirt to her pantiless crotch, cupping her womanly sex in my hand, my finger just barely penetrating her. As I teased her in that way, we shared another hot, passionate kiss, her breath becoming increasingly labored. "Make love to me, Lynn, please, make love to me," she whispered as she tried to catch her breath from the kiss and fingering. And I did. Not the lustful animal sex in the water, but slow, sweet, love; passionate, tender love, in her bed. I led her into her room and took off her clothes, pausing to kiss, taste and lick her body. Her breasts were almost mirror images of mine and just felt so wonderful in my mouth, against my tongue. When my mouth found and sucked her button, it was already swollen and engorged, feeling soooo good in my mouth as my tongue played over its tip. I took my time with her, letting her orgasm rise and fall as I toyed with her, my very being savoring her tastes and scent. She came in a huge, body-wrenching spasm of joy; her hands lovingly caressing my head as she held me to her pussy's gyrations. We held on to each other, afterwards, for a long time; stroking each other, sharing sweet kisses, enjoying the magic of the night for us. She, after a while, left a trail of wetness from my breasts, down my body, to my pussy, which she eagerly tasted and sucked. Our girl Gin knew her way around a woman's playground, this girl did. Many orgasms later, for the both of us, we once again snuggled, slowly drifting off to sleep; and when I asked her about her first time with another female, she simply said, "A boyfriend's mother got me tipsy, got me into her bed and had her way with me, a lot." That was all she would say about it and shrugged off further questions from me. She fell asleep, in my arms, my nipple on her lips. ~ We awoke on Sunday morning to a tropical rainstorm, the kind that hangs around for a while. Despite what the Hawaiian Chamber of Commerce might say, it does rain in the islands. Usually, they in and gone in a few hours; occasionally, they become a two day drenching, such as this would turn out to be. We said our goodbyes to Gin and Bea, exchanged numbers and all of that, hugging and kissing each other in farewell. Running to our condo, I saw the message light blinking and sensing what it was, I reluctantly pressed the playback button. I was right; it was Anita, just checking to make sure that we were still 'on' for that night. I went from sad to glad in a nano-second. Nat, having heard the message, turned and smiled at me, saying, "Got your dream date now, do you?" "I sure hope so," smiling as I answered her. The rest of that afternoon was spent cleaning and straightening up the condo. Nat and I fixed a light lunch, and took a nap, each in our own room. I was in the shower, thinking about my upcoming 'date' with Anita, the excitement within me like that of an adolescent going on her first date. What if you're wrong about your perception of Anita? I don't think I am. But, what if you are? I don't know but I really don't think I'm wrong. At least I hope I'm not. ~ I asked Nat, again, if she was upset with me because I was going over to Anita's. She, again, reassured me that I was being silly, that she was happy for me, and that she was looking forward to a quiet evening with the TV remote. "I could use the rest," she joked, "I've been a busy little beaver this week." "More like a busy little beaver-eater," I corrected her, and she laughed at my observation, stating that I was correct. Checking my 'look' in the full length mirror before I left the condo, I had liked what I saw. Anita had suggested 'casual' dress, so I chose a flattering pair of shorts that made my ass really look good; my blouse buttoned in front and I left the top three buttons unclasped, exposing a nice look of cleavage. Nat agreed with my choice and whistled her approval as I said goodbye when I left. Anita lived in a modest, small house between the Golf Course and our condo, so the drive wasn't a long one, the rain more of a mist, now. She had moved her car into her garage, allowing me to park next to her front porch under a metal shelter. Mounting the three steps, I knocked on the jamb, her interior door opened, and her exterior screen door, closed. "Come on in, Lynn," I heard through the screen door and opening it, I stepped into her front room, and followed the voice into the kitchen, which was in the rear of the house. Anita gave me a cheek kiss in welcome, holding her hands wide so's not to get me wet with the lettuce she was breaking into the salad bowl. "Wine okay with you?" she asked, returning to her task in the sink. "Yep, I like wine," looking at some bottles she had sitting on the counter. "Then, if you wouldn't mind, pick one, open it and pour some for us, will you?" looking at me over her shoulder, her chin pointing to a corkscrew on the wine rack in the corner. "Red or white, it doesn't matter to me, but the white's in the fridge." I chose a Cabernet, opened it and left it to breathe for a bit, asking Anita if I could help her with the salad or anything else. "Nope, it's all under control and we still have an hour before the casserole will be ready. I'll finish this and we'll have our wine on the lanai, if that's all right with you?" It was, and I stood behind her, lustfully admiring her long legs and fine butt. Like me, she was in 'flip-flops', the footwear of choice in the Islands, and her feet were gracefully slender, a recent pedicure, obviously. She finished her task, and put the salad to chill in the fridge as I poured for us. Following her to the lanai, I sat on the bamboo couch with her, both of us toasting each other with our wine. We made small talk, we talked of golf, of the weather and our eyes made love with each other. I could feel the sexual tension that was surrounding us and I know that she could too. Her breasts were straining the fabric of her top, her breathing seemingly becoming a bit labored as we talked, and stole leering looks of each other. When we sat down to eat, the scent of sex mixed with the aromas of dinner. As we started on the second bottle of wine after dinner, she touched her glass to mine, her hand stealing over mine on the table as we drank to each other. Our eyes feasted on the other lustfully; it was so obvious but leaving it unsaid, leaving it untouched, heightened the excitement of the evening. Wordlessly, as if we rehearsed it, we both rose from our chairs and quickly cleared the table, not bothering to rinse dishes, just putting them in the sink. I moved our wine glasses to the counter near us, filling them again. The wine, combined with the sexual tension had me really buzzing; and wet, noticing the warm dampness between my legs, enjoying the building heat. Anita put her glass on the counter, her eyes telegraphing her intent, so I did the same with my glass. She bent down as I rose up to meet her lips, my hands on her waist, pulling her against me as I slipped my tongue into her warm mouth, her lips deliciously wet. I felt her tongue slide against mine as she entered my mouth with it. My hands were under her top, feeling her large breasts, silky to my touch, her large nipples hard in my fingers. She and I held that kiss, groping each other wantonly, when she pulled my shirt from my shorts; reaching into my shorts, her hand crawled down my belly, over my pubes, expertly parting my pussy's lips, wet to her touch, cupping my sex with her hand. Just that quickly, lifting me with her hand between my legs, I was on my tiptoes as her long fingers entered me, her arm strength holding me on my toes as she drove her fingers deep inside of me. Her other hand held my head to hers as she and I savagely kissed each other, my pelvis grinding against her hand and fingers, my hands squeezing and feeling her tits. My moans of orgasmic pleasure stayed muffled by our mouths but the heat surely had to be felt by her. As I held my head against her chin while I rode the elevator back down the mountain, she squeezed my sex with her fingers still inside of me, whispering, "My bed, now," squeezing once more for punctuation. We flew down the hallway, both of us dropping clothes as we did so. I pushed her backwards onto her bed, dropping to my knees while my head dropped to her shaved pussy, her legs dangling over the bedside. Her pussy's lips were wet and smelled very lightly of honey or magnolias; whichever it was, it and her musky sex smell were driving my cunnilingual abilities. As I slowly enjoyed her sex with my mouth and tongue, my hands were overflowing with her breasts, their nipples hard and large in my hand. She cried out as her climax overtook her, her fingers tight in my hair, holding my head to her bucking hips, her legs encapsulating me against her. She pulled me to her from my knees, her mouth over mine, tasting and licking her wetness from my lips and face. Dropping her mouth to my breasts, I held her head in place as she sucked my nipples into her mouth letting her tongue run around their hardness. Still sucking on my tits, she pulled me with her as she reached into her nightstand drawer to retrieve a large dildo, attached as a strap-on. She knelt on the bed as I helped her into the harness, lying down on my back afterwards while she slid between my legs with her head, tasting me, getting her tongue into my pussy as her fingers spread my lips. I was crying aloud in pleasure when she moved up and entered me with the strap-on, its length and girth spreading my pussy wide as she drove it deep into me with her pelvic thrusts. She told me to pinch her nipples hard, harder, as she drove her hips with more fury with each twist of my fingers on her nipples. Dropping her large breasts to my mouth, she told me to bite her, to hurt her, each time resulting with increasing fucking of me, by her. I screamed loudly when I came, taking my mouth from her breasts when I did; I held her by her ass cheeks, as she pushed harder into me as I continued to ride the wave. She collapsed on the bed next to me and unstrapped the harness, bringing the dildo up to our lips; following her lead, I licked my side of my juices on it as she did the same on her side, our tongues meeting when we swiped around the front and back of it. Telling me to put on the harness, she rolled onto her stomach, her ass pushed a little higher. "Fuck me, Lynn, fuck me in the ass, please, baby, please," she cried to me, softly. Kissing her on her neck, I whispered, "First, sweetie, first I'm going to lubricate this monster with your juices, okay?" and not waiting for her to answer, I guided this ten inch thick faux-cock into her pussy, moving it in and out of her, her hips squirming in reaction. Pulling it out, I moved it against her ass as I pulled her cheeks apart; slowly, I teased her butt-hole with the tip, getting it wet, feeling her relax more as I slowly entered her. Her asshole easily accommodated this monster and she seemingly loved the pounding I gave her with it, climaxing after several minutes of steady ass-fucking. I fell onto her back, rubbing my breasts against her sweaty skin as I unclasped the harness, letting it drop to the floor. I rolled her onto her back, kissing her as my hands pinched her nipples hard. She moved her head from our kiss so that she could kiss and nuzzle my neck, biting me as she did so, the pain so sensual that I was dizzy with joy and horniness. I crawled between her legs, and licked her swollen bud, clenching it between my teeth, biting it, making her squirm and moan with joy. She came in gushing waves, her hips grinding against my mouth harder and harder. We rested a bit, our hands on each other's body, touching and caressing. I did things with Anita that night that bordered on sado-masochistic sex and loved every bit of it. I let her tie me to the bedposts and have her way with me; I let her force her sex upon me and I on her. I let her break my virgin asshole in with a much smaller but effective dildo and had my first anal-orgasm. She asked and I did her bidding. We fell asleep, our arms around each other, our energy spent, and our smiles broad on our lips ~ Anita had an early morning lesson but we woke early enough to have one last go with each other; tenderly, sweetly. She went to her lesson and I drove home, both of my lower orifices a bit sore and tender. Nat just stared at me when I walked in. "Girl," she said, "You've been seriously fucked." I had. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 10 "Please raise your tray tables and make sure your seat belt is buckled," the voice said from the speaker above our heads, "Temperature at landing is a balmy, thirty-four degrees, with light snow falling." We definitely weren't in Hawaii any longer, Toto. Nat and I had a wonderful time that last week in the Islands; we 'hopped' to the big Island, to the Kona coast for a day, and spent a day on Molokai as well. We attended the pig roast in the hills with Pete, Maggie, and friends; getting seriously fucked up on wonderful Maui home-grown. I played golf three more times, each with improving scores, and had another delicious fuck-session with Anita before this year's trip was over. Nat and I played with each other that last night, sort of like a 'farewell to the Islands' sex-fest, not unpleasant for either of us, not that it ever has been. And the 'mystery' of the 'unseen voyeur' was solved; well, sort of. One night, just before our departure, Nat and I arrived home from dinner to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers at our door, with the following note; and I quote: "We are leaving the islands tomorrow but felt compelled to thank you for providing some wonderful memories for our visit this year. I hope our dog didn't bother you or your friends as you frolicked with each other on the beach, in the water. We didn't mean to watch, but once was enough to keep us hoping for repeat performances. We could see you, you just couldn't see us, though a couple of times I could have sworn you were looking right at me as you stared at our telescope. Perhaps, on a future trip, we might actually meet. Again, thank you for the memories. Fondly, Sandra and Rebecca" Huh! Like a said, we sorta' solved it. But it was back to the 'real world' for the both of us; her to academia, and I, to the world of business. Those two weeks of wonderfulness did not come without a price; catch-up, after two weeks away from your life, can be a bitch. Betts had kept the boys and girls of my tech staff moving in the right direction, as she always does in my absence, but there were still 'things' that only I could handle, and I had a pile on them on my desk on the morning of my return. "See you tomorrow, Lynn" Betts said from my doorway, "and don't stay here all night, you need your rest." "Yes, Mom" I replied, inwardly glad that Betts was part of my company, part of my life. I hung it up around eight that evening, not bothering to stop off at O'Malley's; I was tired and just wanted to get home and into my bed, alone. I had returned phone messages from business, as well as my home number, all day it seemed. Brie wanted to say welcome back but would be leaving for a three week business trip to Europe. Dee was off to a yearly meeting with her company and would be gone a week or so. Jean and Ann were off to Bermuda for a two week jaunt of their own. Nat called to say thanks, again, for letting her 'tag along' with me, on my yearly trek to the Islands. She loved every minute of it she said, and would call me when she returned from a Dean's conference in D.C., later in the week. That was peachy keen as far as I was concerned; my nether regions had not been deprived during our vacation, that's for sure, I thought as I crawled under my covers, falling asleep in a New York minute. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 10 When my lips left her nipple and started to kiss her belly, her hands pushed me towards her opened legs, her feet just dangling above the floor. I knelt between her legs, my hands brushing her pubes. "Wow, a true red-head," I said, admiring her red bush, and then, attacked it with my mouth and tongue as my hands, above me, continued to fondle her breasts. I teased her unmercifully, taking her to the brink and letting it go before doing it all over again. She said, later, that she loved the way I teased her in that way. I turn myself on, I found out with Brie that first time, just by eating another woman; who knew? The more I tasted Janice, the hornier and hotter I became until I let her climax; she came with a loud moan of pleasure, her entire body shaking with her spasms of joy. I sucked her drenched pussy as she rode the waves into the beach, pulling me to her when they stopped, baby-talking to me, praising me and my 'gorgeous tongue'. She laid me on my back as she licked and kissed me, all the time murmuring 'sweet nothings' to me, about me. When she took my breasts into her mouth, one at a time, her teeth bit and nibbled on me, hurting me, but hurting me in a good way, ya know? She licked and kissed a trail of heat until she was between my legs; stopping to look at my panther, she just smiled a huge smile, and gave it a lick with her tongue before her tongue slipped into my pussy. She wasted no time in getting me off, did Janice; biting my love-button between her teeth, she brought me repeatedly to climax, one after another, after another, until I cried 'No Mas'. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 11 Lynn's Journeys Ch. 11 She explored my body as well as I played with her; first, with just her hands, but then with her own mouth and tongue. She suckled my breasts, her mouth finding delight in how they felt to her as she ran her tongue over and across my hard nipples. Rolling her onto her back, I could wait no longer to taste her pussy and as she opened her legs to let me in, my mouth fell to her wet bush, my tongue snaking into her slit. She came very quickly, that first time. And when it was over, she came again, and again, each increasingly better for her. I had one of my own as I ate her; a mini-orgasm but very satisfying to me, knowing I could now get off by eating someone else. "Show me what to do, Lynn; show me how to pleasure you, please?" she murmured into my ear as we lay in post-orgasmic bliss. "Sweetie, do to me, what you'd like done to you, it's really that simple," running my hand through her long hair as I held her head against my breast. Looking up to me with her eyes, she reached her mouth to mine and gave me a long, sweet and tender kiss. Breaking off her kiss, she rolled so that her pussy was against mine, she on top; she kissed me again, with more desire and passion, our pussies beginning to grind against the other. Moving her mouth from mine, she sucked and licked my tits, my grinding pussy now rubbing against her belly button, my legs spreading to accommodate her body as she kissed her way down mine. As she sucked on my breasts, her hand had found its way to my very wet bush, her fingers exploring my labia, my swollen love-button. Then, quickly, as if she didn't do it right then, that she wouldn't do it at all, she lowered her head to place her mouth over my pussy; her tongue darting in and out of my pussy lips. When she found my swollen 'guy', she sucked on it like a dick, running her tongue all over it, bringing me to a surprising, quick body-wrenching climax. And so it went into the very early hours of the next day, falling asleep in each other's arms, our faces wet with pussy juices. Of course we had morning sex, though it was closer to noon before we woke up. We had after-coffee sex; we had shower sex; we even had naked-on-the-living-room- carpet sex. She wanted all I could give her, and she had a lot that she wanted to give, as well. Around three in the afternoon, we returned to her hotel to pick up some clothes for her; for we had, she had, decided that spending the weekend, making love, was just what the doctor ordered. We spent Saturday afternoon with me as a quasi-tour guide; the botanical gardens, some historic sites and forts, and a nice, early dinner. The evening and next morning was spent screwing; that's what it was, and we both appreciated that fact, not letting it get in the way of our enjoyment of each other. I took her back to her hotel on Sunday morning, walked her to her room and one more time, we screwed and made love to one another with incredible passion. She lay with her cheek resting on my wet pubes, after she went down on me one more time, her fingers brushing the hair beneath my panther; she really liked my panther, by the way. I twirled her hair between my fingers, when she quietly spoke. "You've opened doors for me Lynn, doors I would never have thought about knocking on, much less going through." "And now, the regrets are beginning?" I asked, twirling her soft hair still. Rushing to lay with her head next to mine, she quickly said, "Oh God, no, no, baby, I don't want to you think that at all. I have no regrets, none, do you hear me?" kissing me deeply after she said it. "It's just that I wish with all my heart that I could stay longer and not return to New Orleans, not just yet, after my meeting." "N'awlins?" using the colloquial pronunciation, "One of my favorite cities in the whole wide world," I said to her. Leaning on her forearm, she said, "Then, come see me, come visit me." "When?" I asked her "Could you come next month, for a couple of weeks during Jazzfest?" her eyes hopeful. "I live in the family home, near the Fairgrounds where they hold the festival; I'm close enough that you can hear the music at night, from my veranda." She gave me the dates; I checked my schedule on my Blackberry as we sat naked on her bed, facing each other. "I can," I said to her, "I can absolutely take a couple of weeks next month if you're serious with your invitation." Leaning in with her hands on my legs, she kissed me sweetly, saying as she pulled away, "Oh yes, I'm serious; you have no idea how serious I am about seeing you again," kissing me once more. A date was made; a date I was eagerly looking forward to keeping. You've 'popped' your first Sapphic cherry, you little slut. I'm not keeping score. But, you did, didn't you? Yes, I guess I did. And, that makes you feel, how? Pretty damned good, I had decided, pretty damned good. I drove home; I had sheets to wash and fresh bed linens to put on my bed. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 12 Lynn's Journeys Ch. 12 Leaning against the headboard of the bed, in a sitting position now, I hugged her to me, her head dropping to rest on my stomach, her hand playfully teasing my pubes. "You're right; I've been with other women but I can still name them, so it's really not that many. I've loved every sex-filled minute that I spent with them; loved the new things I've discovered about myself, about my sexuality. Until you, though, it was all about getting laid; since you and I have met, I know that whatever is going on between us, like you, I don't want it to end either, sweetie. I'm as confused as you are, baby, but I know that if there were one person to be stranded with on a desert isle, I'd want it to be you, no one else," stroking her hair slowly, enjoying the feel of her body against mine. "Alice, would you do it all again? Would you still walk into Milly's? Do you regret anything that's happened between us?" "My only regret is that I didn't find you sooner," she replied, "I would, I would still go to Milly's; I would do everything exactly the same," reaching up to kiss me as I slipped down the headboard to meet her lips with mine. "As would I," I said when we broke our kiss; "I would do everything in my life the same; even the bad shit and dumb shit, if I knew I would end up here, now, with you. I'm not sure, not completely, about what's going on between us but we'll stumble our way through 'this thing', whatever it is, together." We did eventually leave the apartment but it was well after dark. Walking in the French Quarter on most Saturday nights can be a challenge because of the crowds; this was not the case on this night, the mass of people seeming to part before us as if there was a shield around us, protecting us. The world around us might well have not existed, for we saw only each other, and it was good, so damned good! I've never been cared about like that before, and I knew that I didn't want it to stop. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 13 Alice told me that she played golf. Alice didn't tell me that she was conference champion three years in a row, when in college, and that she had 'flirted' with the junior circuit of the LPGA; No, Alice forgot to mention that little ditty, the bitch! We played at her club, a beautiful tree-lined course with trees hundreds of years old, Spanish moss draping from some of the limbs. She shot a two over par round and I shot, what I felt was, a respectable 10 over. It was a fun round and we'd be back later in the week for a match with some of her friends; a friendly match, for drinks afterwards. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 13 Ali and I returned to sucking and kissing her breasts for a while, both of us getting worked up ourselves, obviously. Standing back, taking a deep breath, Alice leaned in and kissed Sharon lustfully, and Sharon returned it, tongue for tongue swipe. "Are you guys going to take me upstairs or are you going to fuck me here, in the kitchen?" Sharon wanted to know. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 14 Lynn's Journeys Ch. 14 It was peaceful, it was serene, it was comforting; of course, I had just been sucked and fucked by a couple of good looking women, so that 'might' have contributed to my sense of completeness. Ya' think? Ali unlocked the gate that was next to her garage door, opening it so that we could enter the courtyard. Closing it behind her and locking it, I was ready with my lips and kissed her passionately, my arms pulling her into my body, our hips grinding our pussies against each other. "Lynn?" Ali said, breaking off our kiss as we walked towards the apartment across the courtyard, our arms around each other. "Yeah, baby, what is it?" I softly answered her. "That strap-on that we used tonight?" "Uh-huh, what about it, baby?" "We've got to get us one of those," giggling after she said it. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 15a Lynn's Journeys Ch. 15a In the end, however, the legal stuff was handled, Teri was in place, in charge, and made her first hire, a fifty-ish woman to be her executive assistant; she wasn't 'Betts' but she was as close as you'd find. Ali and I made decisions, major decisions. I'd leave my winter clothes here, along with most everything else. What I would bring would be 'stuff'; my photography equipment, my files of negatives, my warm weather clothes, my personal things. It was enough to drive one mad. My corporation bought my condo from me and was made into a company apartment for visiting officers of the corporation. That would be, ahem, moi. At the end of the day, we decided to rent a small truck to haul all of my crap and we'd make the drive to N'awlins; Ali and me, on our first road adventure as a couple. I told Ali that I'd buy another vehicle once we got home. It was set, it was planned, and there wasn't anything holding us back from leaving; nothing but the visit to my family, to tell them of their oldest daughter's latest turn in the road that was her life. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 15b -15- ...continued from Part I "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I can turn around right now, next exit, and we can..." "Lynn, hush honey, just hush, okay?" My heart was beating at three times its normal rate, it seemed. The closer we got to the off-ramp to my parents' farm road, the faster it seemed to beat. I was nervous; I was scared, I was about to pee my pants. I had tried to find every excuse in the world not to make this drive, not to make this visit, to dump my baggage on my family. "Lynn, baby, it'll be okay, it will, you'll see. No matter how they feel about us, it won't change how we feel about us; in the end, baby, that's all that matters." She was right, and I knew it; if it all goes to hell in a hand basket, I thought as I took my exit, we will still love each other, we will still be with each other. That's a powerful force to hold in your heart. ~ "...and that pretty much sums it all up. We'll be leaving in a couple of days for the drive south," I heard myself say to the stunned members of my family, sitting at the large dinner table. Once again, I had caused a dome of silence to descend into the dining room of my parents' home. Once again, I had successfully caused the 'open-mouth' syndrome to befall my family. And then, Jan became Jan. "I just knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it," she gloated to the world, "I knew she was a lesbo! Well, let me tell you something, Missy, you and your so-called girlfriend..." "Jan, Shut UP!" my dad said, his voice louder than I've heard in forever. "You will not insult a guest in my home, ever; do you understand me, Jan?" "Yes, daddy," Jan's face as red as a beet with embarrassment. "Alice, please forgive my ill-mannered middle child; she's always had a mouth that engaged before her brain did," my father smilingly said, addressing himself to Alice, and to me, I supposed. Looking at me, now, his smile didn't waiver and he made sure all at the table could see that. "Princess, is your business in good hands? Are you really comfortable with this arrangement you've made with Teri?" He thought Teri was a good choice, it turned out; he'd known her and Betts better than my other employees and he liked Teri, a lot. "Yeah, daddy, I'm very comfortable with the decisions I've made." Nodding his head a bit, he turned to face Alice, his smile as pleasant as ever. "Alice, do you really love my daughter?" "Yes sir, I do," Alice said, looking him straight in the eye. Nodding a bit more, he stood, opened his arms to Alice, saying, "Welcome to our family, Alice, welcome to our home," hugging her tight to his tall, lanky farmer's frame. Reaching over with his long arm, he drew me into the hug as well, the floodgates to my tear ducts having just burst open. ~ "See, silly, I told you it'd be all right," Ali was saying to me as we waved goodbye to my family driving away, towards the Interstate. "Yeah, you did, and I've learned a lesson; I'll listen to your wise counsel with greater respect," glancing at her quickly as I drove us back to the city. "That's my girl," she smilingly said. "Say it again," I asked her. "What?" "What you just said." "That's my girl?" "Yeah, that; I like hearing it," smiling at her as I merged us onto the highway. Well, I did! Nat came with us to pick up the truck that we'd use to haul my stuff, and drove my vehicle back to the condo. It was a smaller truck; new, twenty-two feet long, and more than enough to suit my needs. Nat helped us load up the boxes that Ali and I had packed, sorted, marked, and all of the other crappy stuff you have to do when moving. I hadn't done this in six years and had forgotten how much I hated moving. Between the wine and the joints, however, the three of us made short work of loading; all we had to do was throw our travel bags into the back of the truck, and head on down the highway, the next morning. I told Nat to go and get her fine ass cleaned up and dressed for dinner, and that Ali and I would pick her up in an hour. We took Nat to dinner at a very nice restaurant across the river, and it was so worth the drive. The meal and wine were superb and we lingered over our after-dinner drinks, enjoying the moment, none of us wanting to say goodbye. "Oh, by the way Nat," I said, as I brought out a piece of paper and pen, "I'm signing over the title to my car to you. You just bought my car for a dollar," signing the title in the appropriate places. Nat's been driving her POS (piece of shit) forever and Department Head or not, teachers are horribly underpaid and under-appreciated; teachers, cops and firemen. At least, that's my view. She needed a new car but didn't have the funds quite yet. My car was less than a year old and she had already agreed to 'watch over' my place; watering the plants, checking on it every couple of days, picking up my mail. I had put in a change of address but stuff always leaks through. All of the above, plus the help she was to Ali and I during Betts' funeral and all, well, why couldn't I help her a bit? I could afford it better than she could. Ali agreed when I told her of my plan and praised me for my 'good soul'. Don't know about that, but it was something I could do, so I did. "Oh Lynn, are you serious?" Nat said, looking between Ali and me, tears welling in her eyes. "Yep, I am, and it's all yours. But, if my plants die, I'll hunt you down, do you hear me?" in a faux-menacing tone. She thanked me, kissed me, and cried a bit. It was embarrassing, but in a good way, ya' know? ~ Driving towards the rising sun the next morning, I had a mix of emotions; happiness at my new adventure, tinged with a bit of sadness at leaving the state of my birth, a bit of trepidation at this new turn of events, but never a doubt that I was doing the right thing. Crossing over the river, Ali smiled and offered the following thought: "You've lived near the Mississippi River most of your life, as I have, only at different ends; you've lived up here, near the headwaters and I've lived down there, near its delta." "All those years, all that time and there was a connection between us the whole time; The Mississippi River connected us and we didn't know it." "But, we know it now," I said, driving into Wisconsin, leaving the Twin Cities behind us in the rearview mirror. ~ The plan was to drive through Wisconsin and Illinois, picking up the southbound interstates that would lead us to I-55 which, in turn, would bring us to my new home, the Crescent City, N'awlins. We'd drive until we didn't feel like driving any longer, then we'd find a hotel and call it a day, or night, whatever the case might be. If we saw something that we wanted to sight-see, we would. One thing Ali and I did agree on was a two day stopover in Memphis; we both loved Bar-B-Que, we both loved the Blues, so Memphis, here we come! It was a wonderful sense of freedom, driving down the road with Ali by my side. We had great tunes, good smoke, and all the time in the world. After we stopped for lunch on the first day, she took the keys for her turn at driving. The agent at the rental truck place wasn't wrong when he said the cab was 'roomy'; it was, and I was able to go down on Ali with little discomfort for either of us, and made driving-shift changes something to look forward to. That first night, we found a hotel with a heated pool and hot tub. After driving for ten hours, the hot tub would feel great. It did, and we had the pool center all to ourselves, no one else using the facilities. "Almost reminds me of being home," Ali said, her voice echoing in the space above the pool. "Yeah, except at your home, we could be swimming nude," I joked. "Our home, it's our home," she said, her voice serious, "please think of it that way, refer to it that way," her eyes searching mine for the answer she was seeking. "Yes, Ali, I can do that, I will gladly do that," reaching to her and pulling her to me in the water, kissing her sweetly, lovingly. Later, in the hot tub, we were able to finger each other to climax, there still being no other guests. If they had security cameras running in the pool area, they'll have a hell of a video of lesbian sex to put on 'YouTube'. And if they didn't, too bad for them; we put on a hell of a show. The trip to Memphis could have been done with only two nights on the road, but we did three. We wanted to time our arrival in Memphis at about noon'ish, which would give us an extra half-day to explore. We had also decided to spend two nights, instead of one; 'da girls' were going to get their BBQ and Blues fix in, fo'sho'. Ali had gone on-line the night before our scheduled arrival in Memphis and booked us into an upscale hotel, within walking distance of the Beale Street scene. She confirmed the reservation by phone, making sure they would be able to valet park our truck. She worries about shit like that, does my girl, Alice. "Guess what I found in Memphis?" her eyes looking at her laptop's screen. "What? Elvis alive?" I offered as an answer. She gave me a dirty look. People from the South take their Elvis seriously! "No, smart ass, I found and I quote, 'An alternative-lifestyle friendly BBQ and Blues joint', that's what I found, smart ass!" "You're fucking with me," I said to her, believing that she was. "Later, I'll fuck with you, but now? No, I'm not fucking with you, come and see for yourself," flipping the laptop around towards me. She wasn't fucking with me. A gay-lesbian friendly club with good BBQ and Blues music. America! You gotta' love it. ~ Memphis... I wish I would've had a camera with me when we drove under the hotel's covered entryway, our truck a bit out of place among the limos and European sedans. The look on the valet's face was even better when Ali tossed him the keys, his face looking stunned. "You can drive, can't you, Slick?" Ali asked, not sure that he could. We grabbed our rolling bags from the back of the truck, collected the valet ticket and marched through a bunch of 'suits', in our shorts and tees, our bouncing tits getting attention. Yes, we drew admiring leers which caused us to smile even more; wasn't a one of those bad boys gonna' get a piece of either of us, no matter what they told themselves or their colleagues. We showered, anxious for some BBQ for lunch, dressed and hit the sidewalk, heading for Beale Street. We picked a joint-they were all 'joints' on Beale-that had an outside sitting area, and ordering a bucket of Coronas, we scanned the menu. The aromas wafting through to us only made decision-making harder. Ali decided on Pork; I chose Brisket, splitting an order of 'rings'. Kicking back, we knocked our bottle-necks together and toasted each other. Leaning back into relaxing slouches, we watched the street-scene in front of us for a while, sipping the ice-cold brews. "Having fun, baby girl?" Ali asked me. "Yeah, Ali, I am, very much so." "What do you want to do after we eat?" She asked, taking a pull at her Corona. "Little early for the good Blues clubs to be jumping" I offered. She agreed. "Wanna' go shopping?" She asked. "No!" I answered, shaking my head with distaste. I'm a buyer, not a shopper. "Wanna' go back to the hotel and fuck?" taking another pull at her beer. "Yeah, let's do that," I smugly answered. We didn't see the waitress standing behind us with our food order, and damn, was her face red! ~ The last night of our stay in Memphis, we taxied to the gay-friendly BBQ/Blues joint. The BBQ was great, the Blues was good, and the place was definitely gay-friendly, there being a club full of delightful eye-candy for both sexes. Since we were not driving, both Ali and I started hitting Tequila shooters with the table of 'soft' butches sitting nearby; they sent us a couple to the table, acknowledging their largesse, we air-toasted with them, their eyes lusting at the both of us. They, Bobbi and Sam, were cute, in a hard way; short hair, slight manly mannerisms, but feminine enough to be attractive. We returned the kindness and sent them a couple of shooters, as well; in the end, we joined them at their table when invited. Sam had asked Ali to dance and watching them getting friendly on the floor was turning me on, in a big way. Sam and Ali were dancing close, Sam's hands cupping Ali's ass in her jeans, holding Ali's body close. Ali was also letting Sam give her nuzzling kisses on her neck, letting Sam's hands freely roam her body on the dark dance floor. Ali and I had decided, before we left the hotel, to have a bit of fun with the locals tonight. We decided that if the evening went that way, that we'd bring the local pussy back to the hotel with us. "Looks like they're having a good time out there," Bobbi said to me as she scooted her chair closer to me. "Yeah, they do; kinda gets me hot and horny watching them," I said, turning to look Bobbi in the eyes. Bobbi smiled, her blue eyes twinkling, and asked if I'd like to dance. "Yeah, I think I would," standing with her, now realizing that she was almost six feet tall, just shy of it by an inch or so. It was like dancing with a man, except that I could feel a breast under my hand when I laid it on her chest as we barely moved to the slow bluesy instrumental. Bobbi's hands cupped my ass, holding me tight to her, my hand fondling her large breasts while my other hand held on to her neck. Bobbi leaned down to kiss me and was delighted when I sucked her tongue into my mouth, my hand groping her breasts with urgency as I got hotter. Looking over towards Ali, she and Sam were playing kissy-face as well, Sam's hands squeezing Ali's ass-cheeks with increased lustfulness. When the song ended, the four of us met in the center of the dance floor, Ali's eye signals indicating that she'd be good with taking them back to the hotel, if I wanted to. Not being bashful, I asked them if they'd like to give us a ride back to our hotel and maybe come up to the suite for a while, to 'kick back'. They smiled and thought it to be a marvelous idea. Sam drove and had Ali sit up front with her, their hands stretched out towards the other's lap, some mutual manual fondling going on, no doubt. Bobbi pinned me into a corner in the backseat, aggressively kissing and fondling me, my own hands busily feeling her up as well while we sucked each other's tongues. "I'm going to fuck your brains out, sweetheart," Bobbi breathed heavily into my ear, her tongue licking it afterwards. "Yes, you are," I said back to her as my hand reached into her slacks, my fingers finding and squeezing her swollen clit which caused her to moan with pleasure. It was a delightful fuck-fest in our bed, the four of us sharing each other with each other, Ali and Sam, Bobbi and me; that was the first go-around for us, swapping after the first round of climaxes. Sam seemed to be somewhat submissive and really got off on servicing the three of us, one at a time while the other two watched and played with each other. When Sam was orally servicing me, she gave me my first rimming with her tongue, the sensation surprisingly sensual to me. All in all, we had decided after they left our bed early in the morning, that it was a fun fling of non-committal sex. "That was kinda fun," Ali said softly as she lay in the crook of my arm, her leg thrown over my hip and thighs, her wet bush feeling good against my skin. "Yeah, it was," I agreed. "Do you feel "weirded out" by what we did tonight?" she asked further, sucking on my nipples as she asked. "No, should I?" the fingers of my hand tracing her spine, finding her ass-crack, rubbing just short of her butt-hole but causing her crotch to move against my thigh when I did it. "I hope not, because I don't feel that either; I like doing that with you, together," her teeth biting my nipples a bit harder as my finger was now sliding across her butt-hole, the crack of her ass now wet with excitement. Slowly, easily, I slipped a finger into Ali's butt which caused her to sharply take in her breath, but relaxing as I slowly fingered her ass, her breathing coming in deep gasps, now. Rolling to face her, we kissed each other with heat and passion, both of us fingering the other to climax before we fell into a deep, restful sleep. We decided to push on to New Orleans in one day; the next bed we would sleep in would be ours, at the Manse. Stopping only for fuel and food-well, that's not quite true, now. We had started noticing Adult Sex Video Stores, just off the Interstates with big ol' signs touting their semi-truck parking spaces, etc. The further south we drove, the more we noticed. We had just fueled, and took the time to eat a meal in the restaurant instead of 'to go'. Ali touched my hand, motioning me with her eyes to look outside; across the highway from the truck stop was one of those Adult places. "We never did get us one of those strap-on dildoes, you know," she said matter of factly. "Yeah, I know, we probably ought to do that soon, don't you think?" I answered. "That's kinda what I was thinking, so maybe after lunch...," she was saying. "...We ought to drive over there before we get back on the road," finishing her sentence for her. "Exactly!" the food now being delivered. "Did you notice that all of the big ones were more often black, not white?" she asked, examining our purchase as I merged us into Interstate traffic. "Yeah, perpetuating the urban legend," I offered. "Well, you get what you pay for," sliding her hand around the faux-cock. "So, why did you buy black; there were white ones just as big," I asked, my eyes darting to watch her feel and fondle the cock portion of the strap-on. The cock screwed into the harness. "I've never had black, so I guess I have the typical Southern Damsel fantasies about fucking a black." Laughing, she said, "This is as close as I'll ever get now, thanks to you," a big smile on her face. "I've had black," I offered, "but I didn't get off with them either, any more than with white guys I've fucked." Her feet were on the dashboard now, her skirt raised to her waist, and her panties held to the side with one of her hands. Her other hand held the thick, 10" black dildo, the tip against her wet pussy lips. "I think one of us should take this bad boy for a drive," she said, slowly inserting the dildo into her pussy, an inch at a time, her mouth open and gasping as the girth stretched her pussy. "I wonder who that will be," trying to watch traffic and her while driving with one hand, the other rubbing my pussy, through the material of my shorts. We stopped at a rest area a couple of hours after Ali test-drove our new toy and switched drivers. My feet were on the dash before we merged onto the highway, the dildo in my pussy when she switched off her merging signal. You do get what you pay for, and we were going to have fun with this new toy. It was sloppy seconds, but it was good. ~ Night had fallen when we arrived at the Manse. Momma Jo had left the big gates opened for us and we came to a stop in the driveway, before the portico. "We're home, baby," Ali said, looking at me, melting my heart with her eyes, "we're finally home," reaching to me with her open arms. "Yes, we are, sweetheart, we are home," my arms around her, drawing her to me. I'm not going to pick on you. Good, I'm glad. Just between us girls, you really are good with this, right? Yeah, I am. Call on me if you need me. I will. ~ Author's note to the readers; To all of you faithful followers of our girl Lynn-and you know who you are!-this ends this chapter in Lynn's life. Thank you for the 'flowers' of praise so graciously tossed on us, on Lynn and I; it is appreciated more than you can know. Lynn's Journeys Ch. 15b Lynn's story will continue shortly, but of her new life, her life with Ali and their dreams of pursuing their art. They will take on some challenges but through it all, the story of the growing love for each other will make their story compelling. Come see us in a couple of months. Or sooner!  T_Girl_3