0 comments/ 92206 views/ 30 favorites Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 01 By: fantac64 After an argument with her mother, Sherri Darnell accepts an offer from her Aunt Lilly of a place to stay where she can complete her art projects. It seemed to be the perfect solution, but a new neighbor presents a whole new challenge. Prelude: For those readers that are familiar with my work, it will come as no surprise that chapter one contains a limited amount of sexual activity, but is essential in setting up my characters and my story. Without it, the story would not make a lot of sense. It's been a long time coming and I hope you enjoy it and can't wait for the next chapter. You won't be sorry. * Part 1 Mom and I had been at odds with each other before, but nothing like this. I wanted more control over my life, but to her way of thinking, since I lived at home, I was still seventeen. This last one was a beaut. I walked out in disgust and anger and did it so well I wasn't sure if she'd let me back in. I'm no teenager. I'm a third year art major with a minor in elementary education. I'd been getting enough commercial work to pay the bills, but lately, the jobs weren't large enough to pay all that well Mom was pushing hard for me to spend the summer working for Elliot Tarkington, otherwise known to every woman in Pine Springs as the letch. He has a large gallery and he hires young artists during the summer months but his gig is that he tells them how good they are and how he would be willing to hang some of their art, and if they run a little short on money, he is willing to help in exchange for...yeah, you've got it. Mom says that I am strong enough to resist his threats and I say I don't want to give him the chance. I won't make as much elsewhere, but I don't have to worry about my reputation. I was sitting in the coffee shop, trying to decide what to do, when in walked my cousin, Jillian. She's older than I by a little over a year, and usually travels for a major information technology company, so. I was shocked to see her in this little coffee shop. I asked her why she was in town and how she knew where I'd be. She told me she came in to see her mother, my Aunt Lilly, and attend a conference that started on Monday. Evidently Mom had called Lily and dumped on her and of course, she would know where I'd be. It had been our favorite place for a long time. . So, I poured my guts out to her and she totally agreed with me. "You need to talk to Mom," she said. "She's not afraid of her sister and she will most definitely agree with you." Well, to make a long story shorter, I did talk to Aunt Lilly. Then she and Mom got into a long drawn out bitch fight and mom declared that I'm not welcome there unless I come on hands and knees and beg, and THEN go to work for Elliot. It ain't gonna happen. We left the coffee shop to go to O'doule's Irish pub where we met Lily. Jillian had a pint and Lily and I had some white wine. Once we're settled down, Lily started asking me questions about my plans. "I have my heart set on teaching at a particular art school but in order to do that, I'm going to have to be able to demonstrate that I'm comfortable with all media. How can you teach what you can't do? So, I've been working on a portfolio that will do that, but I've got a lot to do on it and in the meantime, I've got a shot at the new Magnunson Corporate logo thanks to Professor Whitlow. It would pay enough to carry me for while even without any other work. Almost anything would be better than working for Elliot and spending half my time naked and on my back." "So basically, you need a place to live and work until you get your portfolio and this commercial stuff done?" "Yeah, but when I was home, I had the whole attic as my studio and since nobody goes up there, I could focus completely." "I see, and what more do you have to do on the portfolio?" "I've got pieces ready in most of the genre, but I need to do a sculpture of some kind. I've done some work with clay so that's what I'll use for that. For the painting part, I have three pieces that have to be completed. I have to do two figure studies in my choice of two media, and one of what Professor Whitlow calls his version of Interpretive studies, which are basically swirls of color that can be about anything, although I'm doing mine based on one of the figure studies. They don't have to look like anything exactly, but through the use of flowing color patterns, I have to reveal enough of the figure to suggest what it is without it being obvious. I pretty well know what I'm going to do, I just have to do it." "Then you don't have a problem," Lilly said. "How do you figure that?" I asked. "Lake Wanderlee," she said. "I don't follow you." 'You can have the cottage at Lake Wanderlee to work in. There is no one even close to you and the place is perfect for a studio. Great Lighting, and lots of space. Jillian and I are going on a one month cruise and no one else in the family is going to use it this year. Everyone's going to Jason's new place up on Lake Michigan." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Absolutely. It's yours." "That would be so great," I said. "I remember going up there. It sure is isolated if you want it to be, and It's really quiet, especially now, because the tourists won't be there for another two weeks or so." They went with me to get my clothes and art supplies. Jillian about had a cow when she grabbed the box of clay for my sculpture. I tried to tell her it was heavy but she insisted so what the hell. Lily and Mom fought like cats and dogs, but that kept Mom too busy to mess with my head. With Jillian helping me, we had the car loaded in short order, signaled Lilly and we got out of there. The car was literally jammed and poor Jillian got stuffed into the back seat. "There's one important thing you need to know," Lilly said. "We have a neighbor now, but she doesn't bother anyone and she does not want or appreciate visitors. I can't tell you who she is, but she's quite famous in her own right, but very, very private when she's at the cottage, and she doesn't use her real name up. When she goes out, she wears colored contacts and a wig. Don't bother her, and she won't bother you, " I almost wished she hadn't told me because now I knew I'd do whatever I could to see who she was without getting caught. It's just the curious nature in me. In no time at all, I was on my way north. It was a long drive to Lake Wanderlee so I stopped at a small motel right along the highway and had no trouble falling into a deep sleep. I grabbed some breakfast before I left and when I got to Pendleton, I stopped for groceries and supplies. I had my digital camera with me and at the last minute, I'd grabbed the digital video recorder. It was half mine, and she had no idea how to use it anyway. I didn't get to the lake until after sunset so I only unloaded what I needed and the things that had to be frozen or refrigerated. By the time I had everything put away, I was ready to call it a day. The couch was long and wide, so I threw a blanket over me, dropped a pillow on the couch and fell asleep almost as soon as I lay down. I woke to the sound of a million birds singing in the trees around the cottage. It was so calming that I forgot all about my problems with Mom. By noon, the car was unloaded, the kitchen was stocked, my bed was made, and I was ready for some sun. I put on my yellow bikini and headed for the pier for some serious tan time. It was so quiet around the lake that for a while, I thought I might be the only one there, so I slipped out of my bikini to get an all over tan. I hadn't seen her coming, but I suddenly noticed that the secretive neighbor had appeared on her pier. I was reminded that I was naked when she dropped her robe to tan nude. I couldn't see her very well, but well enough to know she had a seriously fantastic body. She stretched a few times and lay down to tan. It was enough to make me determined to see more. In the afternoon, I pulled out my supplies and set up a makeshift studio. Lilly was right It was absolutely perfect with a lot of natural light and when I opened some of the windows, I got a nice, cool breeze blowing through the room. I studied my required projects and then I made a discovery I should have made before I even left. I had to do at least two figure studies and I had no model. A thought flashed through my mind about my neighbor, but I remembered what Lilly had said and tried to think of something else. I had some figures study books, but that doesn't give you dimension. For a good figure study, you need a live model who can adjust a pose to suit your style. When I heard a splash, I knew that my neighbor was taking a swim, and a thought came over me. I ran up to my room and grabbed the binoculars I'd found in one of the closets. It took me a few minutes of running from window to window, before I found a point where I could get a good look at her. She was even more amazing than I'd first thought. She stood on the dock, water dripping from her nipples and ass. Putting her hands behind her head, she did a few twists and bent down almost to the dock. Her movements were so smooth and fluid, I wondered if she were a dancer or a gymnast. Her breasts stood firm and proud with blackberry shaped nipples and her ass was absolutely stunning. When she walked toward the cottage, I noticed that her breasts didn't show a lot of movement. Talk about firm. When she was gone, I stood there, my body quite shaky and I couldn't understand it at all. True, she was beautiful, but she was a she, for god's sake. I'm no prude, and I've been tempted by women in the past, but I always chickened out. Now, it was all I could do to get control of my emotions. With the memory of her body still fresh in my mind, I quickly sketched her. The depth of detail in my memory was quite amazing and when I was done, I had eleven sketches that were just great. Taking the two best ones to my studio, I set up my easel and did charcoal drawings, using the sketches as a basis. It was by no means the same as a live model, but I'd seen the live model and the memories were clear enough to let me give the piece some depth. When I was done, I stepped back and critiqued the work. It wasn't bad, but it's hard to get what I was looking for in charcoal. I had to turn that piece into a watercolor, but I needed to study her some more. Then I remembered the cameras that I'd brought with me. They were both digital and very high resolution, and it the still camera came with three lenses. I put a memory stick in the camera and spent the afternoon taking shots to get familiar with the camera again. It was an easy camera to use and I played with the various lenses to get a feel of what they were capable of. While I was walking around, I checked out some places where I might take some photos without her seeing me. When I went back into the cottage, I had three places where I was sure I could conceal myself while I took photos of her. I next went to the window I now knew of as my observation deck. I fired off several shots of the pier, a boat on the lake, and the path back to her cottage. I wanted a picture of her walking back to the cottage and I really, really wanted a picture of her walking toward the dock. The memory of her activities made me almost quiver with excitement. Thinking ahead, I made sure the flash was turned off so she wouldn't be alerted to what I was doing. I set up my laptop and transferred the pictures I'd just taken to the screen so I could get a good look at them. I now appreciated the photo program I'd paid through the nose for. It was amazing and I knew that I would never learn to use off of the features it included. Amazingly, I accidentally discovered that when I was viewing a shot, I could use my wheeled mouse to zoom in on the subject. Unfortunately, when you do that, you lose a great deal of the resolution so her face wasn't clear enough to help me figure out who she was. I slept fitfully that night, eager to try out my little scheme. As long as I didn't show her face in detail, I didn't need to get her permission to use the pieces in my presentation. Oh my god, I couldn't wait to see the expression on professor Whitlow's face when he saw her body. I took a quick shower in the morning and carried my breakfast up to the observation deck to watch for her. A flash of white alerted me when she started down the walk. DAMN! She was wearing a white robe. Still, I studied her walk in the led display, with my finger on the remote lens release. Today was just a learning experience, so I fired off several shots as I followed her to the pier. She stood quietly, looking out at the lake for a while, then she turned and looked directly at me. I jumped back, even though I was sure she couldn't have known I was there. When I regained my self control, I fired off several fast shots as she dropped the robe. I heard a soft moan and realized it came from me. I shook it off and kept shooting. I zoomed in, zoomed out, took a few shots with the narrowest field of view I could find, and then I spent several minutes trying to get her to look toward me. I wanted to figure out who she was and she seemed to know that as she turned her face several times to maximize her sun tan. God, she was so beautiful. I put on the telephoto with the highest magnification and zoomed in on her. She turned and looked toward the house, and the lens did its job. I got ready to shoot and she looked toward my window. The lens seemed to exaggerate her eyes and I melted. Deep, deep blue-green eyes that seemed to glow with an aura of sensuality. When she pulled off the sun hat she'd been wearing, long, auburn locks tumbled down around her shoulders. She pulled them into a pony tail and looked right at me. What an amazing shot that was. After a quick sandwich, I got my bikini out, intending to enjoy the cool waters and a quick tanning session. At the last minute, I threw the bikini on the bed, determined to tan in the nude. If she could do it, why couldn't I? I wasn't quite ready for the walk to the pier in the nude, so I grabbed a robe out of my closet and slipped it on. Now that I've had time to think about it, I believe that I wanted her to see me naked. For safety sake, I put my bikini in my beach bag, right on top of my cameras. Once I was on the pier, I made no attempt to conceal my nudity. In fact, I took measures to make sure that if she was looking, she would get her eyes full. I was no match for her beauty, but hey, I'm no dog. I'm 5'6", reddish blonde hair, brown eyes that change color during passion or under stress. Just before I come, I get yellow cat eyes that get real big. I look like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. My body is nothing to laugh at. 36B, almost a C, tight abs, but no six pack, and what I've been told is a lover's ass, whatever that means. That night, I studied her face in every shot, trying to remember where I'd seen her Damn it, why couldn't I remember who she was? It was going to drive me insane. The next day, she didn't wear a robe so I got some wonderful shots of that hot ass as she walked down the pier. Oh, what a beautiful sway. Her ass was so smooth and so tight that her crack didn't close in like mine did. If she'd walked just right, I swear I could have seen her pussy. As quickly as I could, I grabbed the cameras and the beach bag and headed for the pier. It was time to check out my new observation areas. For a time, the view was so much better that I thought I'd just stay right there, but then I learned something. When she lay down, I couldn't see a thing, because the pier was higher than my viewpoint. Disappointed, I moved back inside and returned to my window. She was lying at a different angle, so I fired off several shots. I was so into what I was doing, that I almost missed the fact that her nipples were being fondled and twisted. As I watched, her body began to move in a very sensual dance that verified her state of arousal. I could feel my body begin to respond and without a thought, my top fell to the floor so I could mimic her actions. In my current state of mind, it took no time at all for my fingers to find my nipples. They took an awful beating, I fear and I was sure she heard me when I shot over the top. I almost forgot my reason for being there, but I regained my focus somewhat, and fired off several more shots. I heard someone say, "Oh fuck," when she began to stroke over her pussy and realized that it was coming from me. I have no idea when my shorts and panties fell off, but they did, and I continued to join her, at least in spirit, in a session of passionate masturbation. When she cried out, I was close enough to hear it quite clearly. The effect was instantaneous. I fell apart. I battered my pussy with two fingers ramming myself into a hard orgasm that almost knocked me down, I set the camera on rapid timed sequence and dropped to the ground to finish the job with two more hard orgasms that left my body quivering for what seemed to be forever. My clit was so sensitive that a simple touch of her tongue would have sent me flying. I slumped back into the chair in surprise at what I'd done. Oh my god, I was masturbating to the sight of another woman doing it and those orgasms were some of the best ever. What the hell was happening to me? Still, the vision of her tongue against my clit was so vivid that it made me shake inside, and I didn't want it to go away." . As I watched, she started to get up. She stretched her arms to the sky and I quickly fired off several shots. That was going to be one of my figure studies. Of that, I had no doubt. It was absolutely perfect. Her breasts were drawn upward and her ass was pulled in tight. On her tiptoes, she held that position for at least fifteen seconds, giving me ample time to get the shots I wanted. When she turned to walk to the cottage, I took a deep breath and dropped onto the chair again. I was incredibly weak and tired. For the longest time, I sat there, with eyes closed, while I literally soaked the chair seat with an incredible amount of cum, I was somewhat surprised at the intensity of the scent of my orgasms, highly sensual, to be sure, but almost overpowering. I'd never had enough cum to cause such a mess. I finally struggled to my feet and headed for the cottage. If she was going to do this to me, I had to make some adjustments. When I got to the cottage, I went to my studio for a few minutes but couldn't focus. I went to my observation window and stared at the portion of her sun deck that I could see. All I could see were her legs stretched out on a chaise. I finally gave up, but before I went into the living room, I draped two towels over the back of the chair in preparation for further activities...just in case. I couldn't get her body out of my mind and I knew that this was just the beginning. After dinner that evening, I sat across from the laptop to watch a slide show of that day's photos. It was more than I could take. I turned off the lights and sat with my legs spread wide as image after image displayed her charms. Fortunately, I was ready with towels, wet cloths, room deodorizer, and I needed them all. When I finally regained my senses, I came to the realization that while I didn't believe I was turning gay, I couldn't deny what she was doing to me and we hadn't even met. It would be hard to deny it anyway, because my pussy refused to stop throbbing. The next day was cloudy, with frequent thunder showers so I decided to take a trip into Crawford, a larger town, several hours away. I was going to try to find some toys, since I'd left mine at home. I smiled when I thought of the shock Mom would get when she found them. They would be destroyed or at the very least, thrown into the trash, for sure. I found the toy store right near the highway. In short order, I had a selection of toys in the car. I saw a camera store as I was leaving town, so I turned around and went back to purchase high powered telephoto lenses for both cameras. I was coming dangerously close to wiping out my bank account so my next stop was at a bank, where I transferred some money from my savings account and withdrew some cash. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 01 My last stop was at an electronics store where I purchased the software to learn how to save the photos to a disc. The sales girl was very patient in helping me select some software to make it easier and I made a new friend in the process. As I sat in the car, my cell phone rang. "Have you seen your neighbor yet?" Lilly asked. "Oh yeah," I replied. "All of her." "Oh, did I forget to tell you she loves being naked?:" "Gee, I guess you did." "She's lovely, isn't she?" "Really? I hadn't noticed," I lied. They were both laughing and I knew I was busted. "So how are things going up there?" "Well, lets see, I guess I'd have to say rather well. I pretty well have one of my figure studies fixed in my mind. I'll do it in charcoal and see how it looks, and if I like it, I'll do it in water colors. I already have the color pallet figured out, and I'm pretty confident. I have some thoughts about the others, but I don't have the image I want yet, and it's harder to do without a live model." "Don't ask your neighbor, honey. I promised we'd leave her alone." "I won't, but I wish I could. She'd be ideal." "I know. I had a hard time staying away. I started fantasizing about meeting her. When we actually met, I almost made a fool of myself." "You've actually met her? Oh my god. What's she like?" "What you see is what you get. She is just the sweetest woman you'll ever meet." "I can't figure out who she is," I said, hoping she'd let her silence slip. "You'll remember and when you do, I promise you'll want to meet her even more." "I think it's for the best that we don't meet," I said. "I'm having some strange feelings and I'm not sure why. I might act like an absolute idiot." "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" she asked. "I don't know, Lilly. I just don't know. I don't understand it myself and I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it." "Don't fight it honey. You'll make a wreck of yourself. She can't do anything to make you into something you aren't. I'll tell you a secret. Jillian and I have both sampled the meat on that menu more than once. It doesn't mean that you're a lesbian or anything else. It just means that you are discovering a side of yourself you weren't aware of. There's nothing wrong with wanting it both ways. Nothing at all." "I'm just not sure," I said. "How long have you two been that way?" "Years, honey. It's one of the things that sent your mother off against me." "Maybe she's just jealous, " I said. "Wouldn't that be a hoot?" Lilly said. "My sister the cunt lapper." "Lilly, you are impossible," I said. By the time we finished talking I was already feeling easier about my situation. It didn't matter though, because the bag of toys in the car was mute evidence that my body was accepting it, even if my mind wasn't sure. While I was out, I picked up more spot remover and room deodorizer. When I got home, I unpacked the toys I'd bought, sterilized them, and dried them off. I put them in the end table drawer next to the couch, along with some lube. The next morning, I took up my position at the observation window and made sure the cameras were charged and ready. The camera was on a tripod, aimed and focused at the spot where I was sure she would be later. At the right time, I would set it on sequential operation, setting it for about every two minutes. The recorder was on the table in front of the window, with the zoom and exposure already set. When she came strolling down the walk that morning, she seemed almost giddy in her movements, and when she got to the dock, she spread her feet apart and started swaying her hips back and forth with her arms out. Beauty in motion, I thought to myself. She went into some stretch moves, moving into some ballet moves. When she raised her hands to the sky and stared doing pirouettes, I had a hard time maintaining focus. I was so excited, my heart was racing. With all those moves, I probably had my poses for my figure studies and then some. I almost lost it when she started touching her toes with her ass toward me. Her pussy was so inviting and it looked like I could reach out and touch it. Oh, how I wished I could. The video I was getting would be absolutely priceless and I could hardly wait to show it to Lilly and Jillian. They were going to love it. I was disappointed when she didn't play this time. She swam for a few minutes, did some more stretches and danced back up to the cottage. The look on her face was pure happiness and I wondered if someone was going to get laid. It certainly wouldn't be me. Even my toys didn't appeal to me at that time. I set the cameras up by the laptop and went to get some lunch. As I ate, I leafed through some of the magazines I'd picked up in town. The copy of Arts and Artists was the brand new issue and there was a lot of information about new shows, new galleries, new artists, etc. I read through them and circled some things I wanted to get back into. As I turned a page, I almost screamed. The lead picture on the article was my neighbor. "Of course," I yelled. "Damn it, why didn't I recognize her?" Auburn hair framed her face beautifully and those blue-green eyes seemed to burn directly into mine. Her smile was so genuine and beautiful that I wanted to kiss her. I turned to the first page of the article and read that Jennifer Finch had seemingly disappeared on a well deserved vacation. Rumor had it that she was hiding in the high country in either Colorado or Wyoming. "Wrong," I said. "She's right next door." Jennifer Finch..artist..photographer...gifted pianist..was right next door and I wasn't allowed to meet her. Holy shit, it just wasn't fair. She'd just finished a very successful showing at the Drake Gallery in New York and an unknown collector was negotiating to buy "GIRL IN THE AIRE," a figure study of a nude girl with her body seemingly flying toward the clouds. It was a stunning piece and one that she had said she might not sell at all. If she sold it, the price would be in the millions. I'd loved it the very first time I saw it. In fact, I had a print ordered from Comstock's, an on-line purveyor of fine quality prints and art work. It would take me years to pay it off, but it was worth every penny. "Oh my god," I moaned. I had watched Jennifer Finch masturbate and to make it worse, I masturbated right along with her. Lilly was right. I really wanted to meet her now, but I'm a fanatic about the value of respecting one's privacy and that extended to Jennifer Finch. Perhaps the reason for her joy this morning was in knowing that she could get whatever she wanted for "Girl in the Aire." It was certainly going to change the way I looked at her from now on. What a privilege to be able to see her naked, knowing that she was just a couple hundred feet away from me at that very minute. By the end of that week, I'd taken hundreds of photos, and several hours of video and lined up along my studio wall were a dozen charcoal nudes in various poses, and two watercolors. On my easel was another water color that was going to be at least one of my favorites. Leaning against a chair was the start of a colored pencil sketch of what I hoped would be my "interpretive study" when I was done. I had one watercolor completed that was a large piece. It was the pose she took when she stretched skyward the first time I watched her. I was very pleased with the color choices and the way I drew her. It was certainly the most sensuous piece I'd ever done but I wasn't sure how it would go over since her slit was well defined. I had more than enough photos I spent the next few days working and masturbating , either with her, or in front of the TV while her pictures and videos drove me to it. I needed to get started on the sculpture but I don't like to work in more than one medium at a time. Besides, I hadn't decided what photo I would use. I got the interpretive study done and loved it. More importantly, I knew that Professor Whitlow would love it. I put it on a small table, leaning it against the wall where I could see it and enjoy it. The watercolor of the first pose I'd chosen sat on another small table on the opposite end of the wall. I didn't want to compare them. I decided to use charcoal for the second medium and I had a lot to choose from, so it was time to face the challenge of the sculpture. It was incredibly frustrating. The clay was too wet, the clay was too dry, the clay was....whatever. "Damn it," I yelled, after the clay just wouldn't hold the shape I wanted. I balled it up and threw it into the pail and just sat there. It was my last challenge and it was my hardest. I was covered with clay, my hair was a stringy mess from where I kept pushing it back, and I felt like hell. The sound of someone knocking at my door brought me to my feet quickly. Who the hell could that be? I wasn't sure if I should go to the door or not. What if it was some pervert? I had no way to defend myself and I was too exhausted to even try. I eased the door open and stood in shock to see Jennifer standing there, her lovely smile sending shock waves through me that had me quivering. She wore a simple white summer dress over her bikini and she looked delicious. What was she going to say when she saw my work? It was too late to hide everything. I knew that she had the capability to make all my work so far be for nothing. Most of all though, was the fact that in seeing my work, she would know that I'd been spying on her. Oh my god, what was I going to do? Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 02 When Sherri opens her door to find the subject of her fantasies standing there, she is too shocked to breathe. The two women have a lot in common including a dream they unknowingly share. * For several days, I had studied, photographed, and lusted after my famous neighbor. She was, at once, artist, photographer and gifted pianist, who demanded that her privacy be protected. I'd respected that privacy wish, though I dreamt of meeting her in person. When she tanned nude, so did I. When she masturbated on the pier, my fingers had brutally attacked my nipples and pussy, leaving them so sensitive the slightest touch would set me off. Now, she stood at my door, beautiful in light summer frock over a white bikini. I was so shocked, I was frozen to the spot, speechless. "Can I come in," she asked, her voice as heavenly as her body. "Wha'...oh, I'm sorry. Yes, of course. I'm Sherri, Lilly's niece." "Jennifer," she said, omitting her last name, which I most certainly knew already. "Aunt Lilly told me you were using the cottage next door," I said. "She also told me to leave you alone." She smiled and nodded. "She's been great. I don't have much chance to be alone and completely free and I treasure the time I have here. I appreciate the fact that you respected my wishes." Thinking quickly, I led her over to the couch, which wouldn't allow her to see into the dining room/studio where watercolors and charcoals of her body were displayed on every available wall, easel and chair. "I apologize for my appearance," I said. "I was just trying to do a clay sculpture and it was fighting back." "Oh, you're an artist then?" she asked. I almost giggled. "Not an artist...an art student," I said. "I came up here to try to get the projects done that I need for my senior year presentation. We do projects at the start and the end of the year." "I see," she said. "Who are you studying under?" "My professor is Phillip Whitlow," I replied. "Tough, demanding, but very supportive. I like his style and his manner, even though, on occasion, I have considered homicide." She laughed, a beautiful sound, like a spring rain on a window. "I know Phillip," she said," and I'm sure that more than one of his students has considered it. He has critiqued some of my things and he wasn't always all that kind." "He does have his opinions," I agreed. "Lilly wouldn't tell me who you were but I saw your picture in the new Arts and Artists issue. It was a nice article." "Thanks," she said. "I probably have it somewhere but I've been trying to focus on just relaxing and getting a good tan. It's so lovely up here and no one has been close enough to prevent me from getting an all-over tan" "I've just started working on mine." "Yes, I know. I saw you on the pier. I was thrilled to see that Lilly had sent someone to brighten this corner of the world. I'll have to thank her. There was a man looking the house over and I was afraid she might have rented it to him." "Nope," I said. "I'm all woman." "So I noticed," she said, sending a flush over my entire body. She had noticed me. "Would you excuse me a minute so I can get out of these filthy clothes?" I asked. 'Yes, of course, but it doesn't bother me. I've never worked in clay, but there's no way to do it and stay clean." "I'll be right back, "I said, rushing to my room to take a quick shower and change into white shorts and yellow blouse, the one that you can almost see through. I didn't bother with panties or bra. When I returned, she was standing in my studio, gazing at the piece on the easel. I froze at the door, unsure of what to do, what to say. I was definitely busted and I almost shook at the potential for a disaster. "You're quite good," she said. "I love the way you've captured my spirit in the poses you've selected. Did you do them from memory? I've never posed for anyone." "Ok, I'm busted," I confessed. "I've been taking photos of you almost every day. I realized I didn't have a model for my figure studies so that was my out. That and the memory of your emotions at the time I shot them." She moved over to my favorite, where she is stretching toward the sky, on tip toes, with her breasts thrust forward and her ass pulled in. "I particularly like this one. It shows that you have an excellent eye for composition. Your use of colors is amazing. I might suggest though, that you tone it down just a tiny bit. There are places here, and here," she said, pointing to areas in the background, where it's almost too bright. Almost harsh." "I was trying to highlight the glow from your moist skin," I said. "I'm afraid I didn't focus enough on the setting." "Oh, it's not that bad," she said. "I just think it would be better if you softened it up a bit." "I appreciate your suggestions," I said. "Can I offer you some iced tea, or some white wine?" "Anything cool would be great," she said, as she continued to move around the room. I poured too tall glasses of iced tea and slid a lemon slice on each. "We can sit in the sun room if you wish," I said. "That would be great," she replied. As she walked ahead of me, I couldn't keep my eyes off that bikini-clad ass. So tight, so tasty looking. "I'd ask one thing of you though," she said. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't let Phillip know that you used me for your model. You've done a great job of not revealing my identity and you can use the name I use when I'm up here. I'll be glad to give you a release to satisfy his demands for that." "That's' not a problem," I said, as we sat facing each other. "I'm sure Lilly and Jillian will know." She smiled. "Of that, you can be sure," she said, "but I'm comfortable with that. I was hoping they were up here." "They're on a cruise somewhere," I replied. "Well, please extend my best wishes and tell them I wound up buying the cottage so we'll see each other a lot. "I'll do that," I said. I took a drink of tea and decided to make sure I was on sure footing. "So I take it you aren't upset that I've been spying on you?" "No Sherri, I'm not," she said. "I knew you were and it kind of gave me an erotic thrill to know you were there. It's kind of like knowing that someone is watching you when you're in a passionate moment with a lover. I do appreciate your honesty though." I almost died. She knew I'd been watching her. Did she also know that I saw her masturbate? Oh my god, I hoped not." "I hope I didn't embarrass you with my actions on the pier," she said. Oh damn, she knew. "Not really," I replied, "but you made it hard to stay focused with the camera." She laughed. "I guess it's hard to use just one hand on the camera and still hold it steady." "Yeah," I admitted, not going any further in my reply. She had me pegged and new exactly what my other hand had been doing. "I guess you could say that I'm a closet exhibitionist," she said. "I love to show off my body and I'm not bothered if someone sees me that way or when I'm with someone. Unfortunately, when you're as well known as I am, you don't have a lot of opportunities to reveal that side of yourself. If some of the art patrons knew of the kinky side of me, I might lose some clients." "I don't think the exhibitionist side would bother most of them, "I said, "but any image of you having sex would definitely destroy your image." "You may be right, although if you look back in art history, there have been some very graphic pieces, although in my opinion, they were tastefully done. Nothing visible that was anatomical, but quite obviously sexual" "Yes, and they're all hidden in some back room at a museum or in a separate part of the gallery. Now that I think of it though, I did visit one gallery who devoted an entire showing to erotica and pieces that were even more specific. It was well done, but I left there highly aroused with no one to take care of it. "So what about you?" she asked. "How do you picture yourself?" "Oh, I'm quite open-minded when it comes to art," I said. "I've never seen a piece yet that offended or embarrassed me." "What about generally. Do you consider yourself to be open-minded and liberal?" she asked. "Hmmm," I said. "That's a bit of a different question. I'd say I'm very open minded, but I'm also quite shy. I mean, I'm not ashamed of my body, or anything like that, but I wouldn't consider myself an exhibitionist. I attended a showing at a nudist colony once, but I wouldn't strip. It was clothing optional. I never had a problem with the girls in the dorm seeing me naked, but I don't make a point of showing my body off." "And yet you like to tan in the nude," she reminded me. "That's a bit different. It's not up close and personal, if you know what I mean." "Can I ask you question," she said. "Of course," I said. "You say that you didn't have a problem with the girls seeing you naked in the shower, but did seeing them bother you any?" "Some of them," I admitted. "I tried not to stare at them, but there were a few that drew my eyes to their bodies. I watch their eyes to keep from being obvious." "I used to do that too," she said. "It works every time. Did any of them ever hit on you?" "One or two," I admitted, "but everyone knew the guys I was seeing so it was more in the light of kidding around that an actual proposition." "So you've never been with a woman then?" "I guess the closest I ever got was at a couple of parties where we got pretty well tanked and I wound up in some pretty steamy kisses, and when we were playing games, I got into some pretty intense petting. A session in a closet was the only time I lost my inhibitions and allowed Julie Towers to get me naked to my waist. When she started sucking on my nipples, I panicked. I think I scared the hell out of her." "You didn't like it?" she asked. "Oh but I did. That's what scared me the most." She smiled without comment. "I understand. Listen, the reason I came over here today, was to see if you needed anything from town. I have to meet my agent this afternoon and just figured I'd save you a trip." "I can't think of anything other than maybe a few more supplies. Is there a store where I could get some new clay? I'm having a lot of problems with what I have." "There is a great one there," she said. "I know the owners very well and they stock only the best. They are both artists so they know their stuff and I trust them completely." "I'd appreciate that," I said. "I'm working against a deadline and I have to have a sculpture of some kind." "Hey, why don't you come with me?" she asked. "I was going to celebrate a little bit while I was in town and I hate to do it alone." "I don't want to impose," I said, lying through my teeth. "You won't, and we'll have lots of fun, I promise." "If you're sure," "I am," she said. "Just wear what you have on. I'm not going anywhere fancy." "I'll just throw on a wrap skirt," I said. "These shorts are bit tight and a little shorter than most." "I noticed," she said, "but you don't need it. We're just going to hit a couple of the local places and this time of the year, you see almost everyone wearing shorts. It's a cute look on you and you have the legs to pull it off. Besides, I'm going just like this and if they don't like to see my bikini under my dress, who cares." We chattered like kids all the way to town, talking about home, college, girlfriends, boyfriends, and whatever else came up. She was older than I, having graduated almost seven years prior. I could remember when she had her first showing three years ago. It was a huge success and she'd been on fire since then. "You said we were celebrating," I said, "does that mean you sold her?" I knew she'd know what I was referring to. "Not exactly," she said. "We came to a compromise. She's never going to be sold, but he finally accepted another piece that was similar but larger. He liked the colors better in "Heaven bound," anyway. Deeper blues, brighter whites, and, not surprisingly, he liked the fact that I showed more anatomical detail on that one. It didn't bring the price that "Girl in the Aire" would bring, but let's just say that I don't have to scrimp to get by for a long, long time." "I would imagine that "Girl in the Aire" would bring a lot of money," I said. "It wouldn't take many pieces like that to make you quite wealthy." "I turned down well over a million," she said, "but she's not for sale at any price." She spent and hour with her agent, signing some papers before we headed for the art supply store, where she insisted on buying me some very expensive Le Beau Touche clay, and a set of sculpting tools. She said it was her way of sharing her good fortune and giving a fellow artist a lift up. "You didn't have to do that, Jennifer. I'd have been perfectly happy with the regular stuff." Yes, but once you use the Le Beau Touche, you'll wonder how you did it. Besides, I don't want to celebrate alone. Just relax and let's have some fun. I'm getting hungry." We went to a small Italian restaurant where we got the sampler plates and a bottle of white wine that she'd had at the showing. She knew her wine, for sure. It was so light and smooth that I couldn't understand why it wasn't more well known. We were having a blast, when she saw a dab of marinara at the corner of my mouth. "Are you saving this for later?" she asked, as she reached over to wipe it away with her finger, her middle finger, which she then placed against my lips before slipping it into my mouth to suck on. She giggled when she did it, but then, the giggle stopped as our eyes locked on each other and the eroticism of her action became obvious. Neither of us spoke, but her finger remained in my mouth and our eyes continued to stare into our souls as an unfamiliar feeling stirred through my core. She broke away then, looking down at her napkin, as did I. Neither said a word but the awkward silence spoke volumes. At first, I didn't know what to do, but she obviously had not intended her actions to be overtly sexual in nature and once I was breathing normally again, I moved my hand over hers and forced a smile. "It's alright," I said. "I was such a sweet thing to do. Thank you." She returned my smile but didn't reply. We finished our meal and left the restaurant. The silence as we drove away was an awkward one. We both wanted to say something but just couldn't quite do it. "Is there anything else you needed to pick up?" she finally asked. "No," I said, "but you go ahead and do what shopping you need to do." When we headed for home, we had the back of the car full of boxes and bags. She had insisted on treating me to several new outfits, a new bikini and some very suggestive underwear. She was a clothes horse and the shop owners just loved her. She never checked a price, just picked things out and paid for them. She stayed for dinner and several times as I cooked, the memory of her touch came back to me. I made some shrimp and chicken shish kabobs with a couple of sauces, and a salad. She had brought more of the wine with us, so I opened one of them and we finished off with a raspberry sorbet parfait. She marveled at my cooking skills and I marveled at her beauty. We went out onto the deck to watch the sun set over the lake and had some more wine. I was surprised that by that time we weren't flat out drunk, but we weren't. Just a bit buzzed, I guess you could say. We hadn't turned on any lights, content to watch day turn to night. With the darkness came a feeling of being free of the world. "I wish I could do this every night," I said. "I just feel so peaceful here." "I know what you mean," she said. I heard the rustle of fabric as she rose from her chaise. I started to ask her if there was any wine left, but never had the chance. "I wish I could do this every night," she said, as her lips came to mine. She held them to me and when I didn't resist, she pressed them tighter and put more emotion into them. I heard myself moan as I opened my lips to receive her probing tongue, and any resistance I might have had completely melted away. I whispered her name and allowed my tongue to freely roam through her mouth to dance with hers. A feeling of need and desire began to flow through my core and I felt the familiar tightening of my pussy that comes just before the wetness. She held out her hands and I went to her willingly. We came together in a noisy mix of moans, sighs and whimpering that had my body quivering with anticipation. When she started unbuttoning my shirt, I made no move to discourage her, shuddering when it dropped to the floor and my breasts were free to her. She led me into the house without turning on any lights and lowered me to the rug in front of the fireplace, where she started kissing, licking and sucking at my nipples while her hands molded my breasts. I was in absolute heaven, and when her tongue started to travel downward, I held her back. "What's the matter," she asked. "Am I taking something for granted?" "I just need to breathe, Jenn." "Oh baby, I want you so bad," she said. "I want you too," I confessed. "I've wanted this for a long time but I couldn't let myself believe it." "I won't let you be sorry," she said, but I knew there was nothing she could do that would accomplish that. She planted kisses up and down my legs before she moved into position. She moved my knees up and reached for my hands as she gave me her first kiss there. I shuddered violently from the feeling I got. No man had ever had that effect on me. For several seconds, she licked and kissed my labia but then her tongue began to open them to her exploration. When she found my clit, I cried out so loud I frightened myself. I am very sensitive there as she was about to learn, but she was gentle, at least for a while. When her finger penetrated me, my hips surged upward. At the same time, she began to gently suck on my clit. I was rapidly going out of my mind. I could feel a monster orgasm lurking somewhere inside me and I was rapidly reaching the point where I would lose control of it and my body. When she stopped, I begged her, "Oh god, don't stop now." She got up and went to the couch, where she grabbed some pillows. She put one two under jy head and one under my shoulders, then she put one under my hips. "I want to see you when you come the first time," She returned to bring me back to the edge again quickly. My back began to arch, my hips were thrusting violently into her face, and I felt my anus being sucked inward. When she began to tug at my clit, she inserted a second finger into me and curled them upward. "Open your eyes, Shelli," she said. "Look at me when you come." Looking into her eyes, I gave myself over to the beast within. My spine twisted into a tangle of raw nerves and my body exploded. My stomach rolled with spasm after spasm that matched the ones in my thighs. I felt like they were trying to tie into knots and I had no control over any of it. My eyes rolled up in my head and sweat poured from my face. It was all I could do to fight off the blackness so I stopped trying. For a long time, I couldn't breathe and I finally just slumped into the rug, totally drained of energy. My arms lay out beside me, useless and numb. Spasms continued to move over my body and when they stopped, I continued to shake and quiver for what seemed like hours. She was kissing her way up to my face, tenderly stroking me as I moved into that glorious feeling we know as afterglow. It's hard to describe to anyone else. There is just such a feeling of warmth and contentment. You don't even want to move for fear of losing the moment. We held to one another for a long time, whispering of our feelings, caressing each other, basking in pure satisfaction. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 02 With our fingers intertwined, we lay facing each other, sharing tender kisses as we gazed into each other's eyes. "I guess I didn't misunderstand your feelings about me," she said. "Not in the least," I said, knowing this was what I'd really wanted for a long time but couldn't allow myself to accept it. "It's all I've thought about ever since I first saw you naked, reaching for the sun like that. I fantasized about how you would feel next to me. When we were masturbating together, I climaxed to the thought of your tongue on my clit." "Was it as good as you thought it might be," she asked. "Much better." I said. "Impossibly better. I have never, ever experienced an orgasm like that. I have to check to see if my anus is inside out though." She laughed, but I didn't resist when she rolled me to my stomach, spread my cheeks and probed into me. "Nothing wrong back here," she said, continuing to explore my rectum with deep, twisting probes. No one had ever done that to me, although I'd explored a bit with my own fingers, and my boyfriend tried to take me there without any permission or preparation. It felt glorious and I never wanted her to stop, "Do you want me to stop?" she asked as though to read my mind. "No," I whispered. She slowly worked a second finger in, twisting into me. I felt her move as she slid her leg between mine and started rubbing into me. It was too much. As exhausted as I was, I still had the energy to move through my first anal orgasm. It was different, not as hard, but just as beautiful if not more so. I almost cried when she pulled her fingers out. She got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a cool wet towel which she used to bathe me so gently I almost went to sleep. I was destroyed, but unbelievably, I wanted more. She lit the candles on the mantle and In the soft glow of their light, I studied that beautiful body. When I had the strength, I moved to her and began kissing her as my fingers explored her body, feeling every swell, every curve, every inch of her. I raised up to see her better and she opened her legs to me that I might see the clean shaven slit that I'd been dreaming of. I studied it thoroughly, spreading her open without penetrating, and blowing soft kisses over her clit, only slightly revealed from under its hood. I worshipped at those two beautiful breasts and blackberry nipples with fingers, tongue, lips and teeth as she whimpered with need. I rolled her onto her stomach, moving my fingers through her crease, tenderly swirling them around the opening as she tried to thrust into my finger. Rolling her over, I remained between her legs so she ended up with her hips raised up, resting against my legs, with her legs suspended over her body, I'd seen this position in a porn flick once and decided it was a perfect way to serve up my first serving of Sapphic delights. It was a bit difficult to work my face into the proper position, but when I did, it was all worth it. Her pussy was right in front of my face, spread open to me and I dove into it. I sucked, I licked, I kissed, I nibbled, I whipped my face back and forth across her pussy which drove her absolutely mad. She groaned, she moaned, she cried out my name when I drove her mad. She had no problem using the f word when she got close, and she screamed it loud when I wet my fingers and whirled them around and over her clit, something that always gets me off, She came loud and hard and I was there to suck away every drop of cum that oozed from the beautiful pink pussy. I let her relax while I toyed with her pussy just enough to keep her fired up, then I flipped her over and gave her the same anal pleasures she'd given me. By the time she calmed, we were both ready for some rest so it was no surprise when we slipped off to sleep. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 03 The sun was high in the sky when I awoke the morning after Jennifer and I had discovered our feelings for each other. I thought that perhaps it had all been a beautiful dream but there was too much evidence to the contrary. The way my body still hummed at the slightest touch to my nipples. The pair of panties on the floor that smelled of raw sex...the pile of packages that lay, unopened on the couch. There was one thing missing. Jennifer. At some time during the night or early in the morning, she had slipped out of the house. I sat in my recliner, with my knees pulled to my chest. So many mixed emotions swirled in my head that I thought I was going to have an emotional crisis. There was the emptiness in my arms, where Jennifer had felt so good. There was the lingering confusion of what course my sexuality was going to take now. No more did I doubt my longing for a woman's touch, but what would happen when I met a man that stirred me deep in my core. Then there was Jennifer. What would she ask of me now and what would I ask of her. She had alluded to showing me more of the Sapphic skills but how far did she go? I had read some Sapphic novels that almost frightened me with the intensity of their actions. I wanted no part of that. With a sigh, I rose from the chair to start my day. As I showered, I envisioned Jennifer mewling in passion as I bathed her. It didn't help a bit to take away the longing that ate at me. When I left the shower, the phone was ringing. I walked to the nightstand, still naked, to answer it. "Hi Sherri, it's Jennifer." Funny how four words could make me weak inside. "Hey Jenn, you disappeared on me." "Yeah, sweetie, I had to be here to take some phone calls this morning. I just wanted to make sure you were alright and let you know why I left. Do the new things fit all right?" "I wouldn't have any idea yet," I said. "Why is that," she asked. "Because I'm still naked. I just got out of the shower." "Of fuck, Sherri, you didn't need to tell me that." "I didn't do it to tease you, Jenn." "Wait a minute," she said. She put the phone down for a few seconds and she was giggling when she came back. "What's so funny," I wondered. "Now we're both naked." "Oh my god, Jenn, stop teasing me." "You started it," she said, giggling some more. "If you really want me to tease you, ask me what my fingers are doing right now." "Stop it, damn it," I said. "Of fuck, Jenn, you're going to make me crazy" "That's the plan. Have you started doing what you think I'm doing yet? I didn't answer, I didn't have to. The moan that slipped from my lips was all the answer she needed. "Race you to an orgasm," she said. "You'd better hurry," I replied, groaning, my fingers battering my still sensitive clit. I don't know who cried out first. I was too busy staying upright since my knees had decided to get weak on me. "I've gotta go," she said, obviously out of breath. "I've got another call coming and I'm too weak to take it." I never got the chance to reply, but it didn't matter. I dropped to the bed, my chest heaving. It was nearly an hour before I went in to clean myself up before slipping into a pair of panties. I grabbed a robe, but threw it on the chair as I left the bedroom. "What's the point?" I said, to no one in particular. I was a mess. I tried on the clothes, but they all fit fine, and later, I sat in the living room, tears sliding down my face. It just made matters worse. Were they tears of joy, or tears of confusion, worry, or what? I should have been jumping up and down with joy, but the doubts refused to go away. I put the clothes In the laundry room, and opened the case of clay. My intent was to focus on my sculpture but the drawing I was basing the piece on, of Jennifer, of course, kept coming to life on me. I not only saw her, I heard her voice, felt her lips on mine and her body next to me. This was not going to work if I didn't work things out in my mind. I had to either come to grips or go home just to get away from her and the situation I found myself in. The phone rang again but my hands were covered with wet clay so I let the machine take it. "Sherri, It's Jenn, are you there? Oh damn, never mind." I did some deep breathing exercises and finally got enough composure to begin forming the piece. She'd been right about the clay. The difference was amazing. Of course, the subject matter had something to do with it, but it was so smooth and sensual in my hands, I almost felt like I was molding her flesh between my fingers. As it is with most of my working sessions, I became engrossed in my work, so I never heard her come in. It wasn't until I felt her naked body against me, her hot breath on my shoulder,that I knew. "Oh my god Jenn, you scared me to death." "Are you accustomed to allowing naked women sneak up on you like that?" "Only a select few," I said. "Do you always work in the nude?" she asked. I shrugged and forced myself to finish the initial shaping. Then I turned to look at her; "Holy shit, Jenn, you're all covered with clay." "Where? I was snuggling your bare back," she said. "Right here, and here, and here, and here," I said, as I touched her nipples, her chin and her navel. "Why you bitch," she yelled, laughing like crazy. ""How the hell do I get that shit off?" "You have to use body erase," I told her. "What the hell is that?" "I'll show you," I replied, pulling her against me to rub my clay covered torso and breasts into her." "It's not working," she said, "You're supposed to be lying down when you use it," I said, pushing her down to the plastic covered floor. "You can't use your hands, just body parts and you have to rub them together a lot." Do I need draw you a picture of that? Stomach to stomach, breast to breast, we slid against each other, laughing like silly teenagers as we did it. It was like a hands-on wrestling match, trying to see who could smear the most clay into the best places. It was so erotic that we began to moan in unison. "Pull your knees up," I said. "Why?" she asked, her eyes just glistening with erotic excitement. "Just do it, please...for me?" She pulled her knees high over her chest so I could grind my wet pussy into hers. It didn't take much of that to bring us both off in a crescendo of orgasmic cries and four letter words that left us worn out. I collapsed on top of her, showering her with kisses. We rolled around the floor, moaning and mewling until the glow subsided. Unfortunately, the plastic floor cover was not nearly enough to cover our play area and now, I had clay in my carpeting. I didn't care. Jennifer was back. We started giggling as we looked at each other, smearing cum and clay together over each other's bodies. "Ok, ok,"she finally yelled in surrender. "This is fun, but I've got clay in my pussy and everywhere else and when that shit starts to dry, it's not going to be fun and games." "I suppose I should offer my services to clean you up," I said, "since it's my clay that wound up in your pussy." "It's going to take a team effort," she replied. We went into the shower and while she started the water, I gathered the body wash that I use to remove it from my body, some bath sponges, and body oil, since the clay tends to draw the moisture from your skin. We washed each other's hair twice, since that's the most difficult place to clean clay from. We bathed each other, tenderly. making sure not to rub too hard on tender flesh, until no clay was seen. "Time to move to our secret places," she said. Bending me over, she lathered up my vulva and began probing into me, knowing that there was no clay there to be removed. I began mewling , and had to lean against the shower wall, but she insisted that she could still see bits of clay inside. When my knees begin to weaken, she took the telephone shower in her hand, turned the adjustment to power wash and began to blast the soap off. Of course, the way my clit was being battered by the harsh spray, it was no time at all before I slumped against the wall, shaking all over. She turned the adjustment to fine spray to finish up but it was too late. The harsher spray had so irritated my tender clit that even the fine spray was more than enough to make me beg her to stop. Still standing under the shower, we kissed and caressed but then it was my turn. When it was time to bathe that sweet pussy, I bent her over, to give her a similar treatment, but I didn't use the hard spray like she did. Instead, I rinsed her thoroughly with the fine mist. and went down on her like a human vacuum cleaner with a snake's tongue. As soon as she came, I changed the adjustment to hard spray, reached up to spread her cheeks, and blasted her anus. Oh my god, I wasn't ready for the reaction I got. She fucked her ass into the spray like a whore on drugs. Eventually, I slipped a finger in to finish the job and when she came, she twisted around and knocked me to the bottom of the tub before she climbed on top to kiss me so hard my lips were hurting. "Oh, you bitch, you sneaky bitch," she finally said. "No way you were a Sapphic virgin when I met you. I'm still like jelly inside." "I just gave you what I thought you'd want," I said. "I guess I was right." "Oh my god, you've got to try that, Sherri. What an orgasm!" "Gee, I guess you're too tired to play anymore," I said. "You're good, but you aren't that good," she said, kissing me some more. We finished our showers and toweled off before going in to drop on the bed. "I'm never going to get these projects done if we keep this up," I said. "Maybe we should stop," she said, but I knew she was just messing with me. "I really think we should," I said, but then I pulled myself on top of her and kissed her. With my fingers stroking her hair, I lay quietly for a minute, just looking into the big sexy eyes of her, knowing that I never wanted to be without her in my life. "What are we going to do when I have to leave?" I asked. "I never want this to end." "I know," she said. "I've been forcing myself to pretend it's never going to happen but you have to get back to college and I have showings scheduled. There's no way we can make it work." "Please don't say there's no way," I said, tears in my eyes. "I have to have that hope something will come to us." "Don't start crying on me now, you silly goose. You know what that does to me." Already I saw the glistening of a tear in her eyes. "I'm sorry," I said, quickly crawling off of her "I've got to go," she said. "I'm supposed to be working and so are you. Now, let's just snap out of it and get to it I've got a couple new projects in the works and I promised to be by the phone. I'll call you later." "Ok, ok, bail on me, but remember, when they find me on the floor, my poor neglected pussy battered into a pulp, it was you that got this started." "Oh, poor baby." She cooed. "I'll kiss it and make it all better later." "You could do it now and save the battering," I reminded her. "I've created a sex fiend," she said, heading for the door. "No, you just found one that had been lurking inside me for a long time." I yelled as I watched the beautiful movement of those tasty ass cheeks. It took some doing, but I got refocused and went to work cleaning up the mess from our play time incident. The clay hadn't really hardened yet so with a brush and some release formula, I soaked the area of damage, scrubbed cleaner into it and rinsed it over and over until the water was clear. Then I used towels to pull the liquid out of the carpet. It was a lucky break that there was no padding under the carpet. It would take hours to dry, so I carefully moved my work to another area. . Needless to say, I was sweating like a French whore in a sauna so I had to go take a shower...again. I sat with a glass of wine, reviewing what I'd completed and what I needed to do yet. The interpretive piece was penciled in, but I was still playing with the color combinations. One watercolor was about eighty percent done, but I still hadn't decided whether that was the one I would use or not. It was almost too personal now. I wasn't sure I wanted to share the emotion that went into the painting or not. Of course, there were others, and I was already working on one that revealed more intimate details. The sculpture, well now that was a different story altogether. This is going to sound so weird, but the new clay was affecting me in a strange way. I'd wet my hands and start working the material, but ...oh, this is so hard to explain. It was like the clay took on a life of its own, and I found that I could almost work with my eyes closed. It seemed to be telling me every single thing I did. And there's the other thing too. It didn't want me to stop. No, I'm serious. Every time I paused to review what I'd done, it just seemed to talk to me. "No, that's not quite it. You need to work on those breasts more, etc. etc. I really wondered if I was losing my mind. I didn't quit until my arms ached and sweat poured from every pore. It was all I could do to stumble into the bathroom, turn on the water and sit on the toilet while the tub filled. I added a liberal dose of bath oil, and crawled into it, sliding in all the way up to my chin. With a towel behind my head, I closed my eyes and allowed the feeling to take me away. I didn't leave that world until the water cooled to the point of discomfort. Even then I put had no energy. I considered calling Jenn but forced myself to let her work. I started to head for the recliner, but an obvious rumbling from my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten. As I ate my smoked salmon salad, I gazed down at the sparkling waters of Lake Wanderlee. I'd been there for almost two weeks and, thanks to Jenn, had only got my bikini wet once. I smiled as I realized that I'd spent most of my time either naked or in panties...mostly naked. The new clothes she'd bought me were now laundered and folded neatly in a drawer or hanging in the closet. For some reason, I went in to flip through hanger after hanger, before putting on a really pretty sun dress. I sat in front of the mirror, brushing out my hair when the phone rang. "I'm lonesome," she said. "Well, get your pretty ass over here." "I can't. I've still got two calls coming and they're both important. To make matters worse, I ruined a canvas." "How did you do that?" "Oh, I knocked over a wet canvas. It's completely ruined. It was coming along so great too. Now I have to start over." "I'm sorry, honey. I've been having a pretty good day for the most part." "Are you naked?" I giggled at her. "Is that all you think of?" I asked. "Pretty much, for some reason," she said. "No, I'm not naked. I'm wearing that sun dress you bought me at Dugan's," "I just want to rip it off your sexy body Damn, can you tell I'm horny?" "I'm getting a hint of that, yes." "God, I hate waiting for people when I'm horny. Well, to hell with it, I'll just go get one of my toys." "Uh uh," I said. "That's my job. Keep your hands and your vibes and dildos off. You'll just have to wait for me. I can probably be there in say, four or five hours." "You'd better get your ass over here soon, then, or there won't be anything left for you to play with." I just cut her off and waited. Sure enough, it wasn't more than a minute or two before the phone rang but I let the machine pick up. I was too busy laughing my ass off. "You're playing with fire girl and you'll smell the smoke pretty damned soon. Now get your ass over here." Smiling, I headed for her place, not sure of what lie ahead for me, but knowing that whatever it was, it involved me getting naked and sexually abused, but wasn't that what my body had been asking me for over the last two hours? When I got there, I didn't see her right away so I went to check in her bedroom. I was sure that was where I'd find her, but the room was empty...at least for a few seconds it was. I've no idea where she came from, but the next thing I knew, I was propelled forward and onto the bed by a naked woman, who landed on top of me. "You're going to pay for making me so damned horny," she said. I was laughing so damned hard I couldn't defend myself. She pulled me to my feet and grabbed at the top of my new sundress. "I'm going to rip this off you, and ravish you like you've never been," she said. "No please, Jenn. Don't rip the dress. I love it and a special friend bought it for me." "You'd better lose it quick then," she warned, pulling it up and over my head. "No panties." She said. "Good move," She threw me back onto the bed then, but I surprised her. I got over her, straddling her body with her arms pinned against her body by my knees. When she tried to throw me off, I just pinned her shoulders down. "Now," I said. "You have a choice. You can play nice or I can go home." I bent to kiss her and it only took a few seconds of deep tongue play to calm her down. "Damn it, I need you," she said. I pulled back to sit on her, as I toyed with her nipples, pulling and twisting them in my fingers. Once I had her squirming good, I scooted down on her body so I could get my mouth on them, switching back and forth from one to the other. "Oh god, honey, I need that," she cooed. She worked her arms loose and I half expected her to throw me off but by that time I had her nipples so irritated that she didn't want me to stop. With her hand on the back of my head, my face was jammed into her breasts. While I continued to suck on her nipple, I moved my hand down behind me to stroke over her. "Oh, look who's wet and wanting," I said, pressing into her with my fingers. She moaned and thrust upward to my hand. When she did, I slipped a finger into her and went directly for her clit. She was so aroused I thought she was going to go off on me just from that but I didn't want that. Not yet, anyway. I slid down and dove between her thighs before she could block me. I spread long, laving licks over her to get her good and wet, then I went for the gold. Her clit was full and accessible so I got it between my teeth and pulled. She went nuts but then I stopped. With two fingers, I got hold of her clit and pulled then I snapped at it with another finger several times. She let out a wail over and over and almost screamed when I sucked on it over and over again, then attacked it with my tongue flashing over it like a snake. In the meantime, my finger found her anus and began probing at it. She lost control shortly after that and rewarded my efforts with a massive orgasm that ended with her fingers locked in my hair and her legs wrapped around my head. I almost had to force her to let me go but eventually she relaxed her grip on me and let me up to kiss her. After allowing her to calm for a few minutes, I allowed her to turn me to my back. She got off the bed and pulled me down further. She put me on my knees and had me bend over with my head on my arms. I got a chill as I realized that whatever she had planned for me almost certainly involved something to do with anal. She hadn't hurt me before, so I had no reason to suspect that she would do so now, but I bit my lip just in case. That was somewhat confirmed when she started licking my anus and thrusting her tongue into me. It was my newly discovered favorite thing to do so I forced myself to relax, or at least I tried. Her thumb was in my pussy, with her knuckle pressing into my clit with each stroke. After bringing so very close to the cliff several times, she stopped and I felt her thumb leave me. I tried, but couldn't see what she was doing, only that she had moved slightly to my left. A few seconds later, I felt something cold being drizzled over my crack, and down over my anus and pussy. A few seconds after that, I felt something hard against the rim. She moved it in circular patterns around and around, but then I felt pressure. There was a sharp pain and I yelped, but she whispered that it was going to be all right, and then whatever she had in her hand was forced through my anus. "Ow, OH FUCK," I yelled. She spanked me several times, harder than I'd ever been spanked, but it took the focus away from the burning in my anus as she forced it in further. She drizzled more into my hole and began stroking it in and out, going a bit deeper with just about every stroke. Whatever it was, it was longer than anything that had ever been in there and there was quite a bit of discomfort, but then that began to be replaced by a pleasurable glow emanating from my rectum. I felt something being held against my clit and seconds later, what felt like a finger vibe began attacking my clit with a mind robbing buzz that soon had me losing my mind. As I got close, she probed deeper into me with the thing in my ass and just as my world, began to explode, she pushed it deep with a dozen hard, deep strokes that knocked me to the bed. That was not a good thing, because now I was lying on the finger vibe that showed no signs of stopping or slowing up. I've never screamed like that in my life, but I sure did with that one, and the two that followed as well. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 03 I guess at some point she pulled the thing from my ass and took her finger away from my clit but I just lay there, my body wracked by convulsive spasms that just wouldn't stop. I felt her cleaning my anus with a cool cloth, but other than that, I can't remember what happened for several minutes. She rolled me to my back and crawled up to me to kiss me over and over while I learned to breathe properly again. I knew that whatever she'd used on me took me out of action for the foreseeable future but I don't think I cared at that particular moment. I heard the phone ring, and felt her sit up on the edge of the bed to take the call. By the conversation I heard, it was her agent, or a booking agent and eventually, she took the phone into the hall to finish the conversation. When she came back, she smiled, and said she had one more call to go. She made sure I was alright, but when she bent to kiss my pussy, I had to make her stop. It was just too sensitive for anything more, even a kiss. When I stumbled into the bathroom, I got a look at the anal intruder, lying on a towel. It wasn't very large, about six inches of blue plastic that looked a little like a real thin cock that was slightly curved, ending in a head about twice the thickness. It sure felt longer than that though. She was in the kitchen when I came out of the bathroom, so I walked naked in, to sit on one of the bar stools. The cool plastic felt quite good against my body. She sat tall glasses of fruit juice on the bar and sat next to me. "I told you," she said. "'I've been planning that all day." "Well, I hope you don't have any more plans for quite a while because there's not going to be anything going in either of those holes until they heal" "So what did you think of your first anal intercourse?" she asked. "It hurt some, and the deeper you went, the more uncomfortable it got, but eventually, it felt good and the orgasm was worth it. What did you think of it the first time?" "Well, it's been quite a while since that time, but I didn't have the benefit of someone experienced doing it and to tell you the truth, it hurt like hell, and it kept on hurting for almost two days." "Male or female?" I asked. She made a huffing sound and shrugged. "Male, of course. A woman would have known better. He wanted me to get used to it so he could fuck me in the ass but he never got that opportunity again. " "I guess you really like it back there." "Yeah, I do, now. I might show you some other stuff later when you have a chance to recover." "Just be gentle, honey," I said. "I'm not into a lot of pain." "Don't worry, Sherri. I'm not into that stuff either." We went into her studio where she wanted to show me her current project. Believe it or not, it was my first visit to her inner sanctum. She'd never offered and I'd been to busy to ask. On a large easel was a stunning watercolor. "It looks finished," I observed. "It is," she said, "but it got damaged in shipping. The client had it delivered to town where I picked it up. I had to repair the damage and return it to them before I leave." "Who's the model?" I wondered. A young male Adonis held a gleaming globe at arm's length while other orbs seemingly circled him. Not a hardened body builder, he was, thank heaven, simply a buff young man with an extraordinary feature, a flaccid penis of inordinate length, and thickness. Cleanly circumcised, it looked real enough to suck, which I would have willingly done. "Roger Danwill," she said. "Twenty two, six-two, 179 pounds, blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, up and down, ten and a half by almost 2." "Oh my god," I gushed. "A man could hurt you with that." "Not unless you're Trisha Danwill. "He's married? What a waste," I said. "Tell me about it. I had to stare at that thing for days when I did this. I was salivating the whole time. I still get wet when I look at it." "So you're not totally lesbian?" I asked "For all intents and purposes, yes, but about fifteen or twenty percent of me would still slip between the sheets with a man like that, or even close to it." "I wondered what I'd do if I felt that way about a man again." "Go with the flow, Sherri. That's the only way to know for sure." "I'd just love to hold it in my hand when it's hard" I said. "Really?" she asked. "It might be interesting, don't you think?" "I have, and it is," she said. "I'll be right back." She went to the bed room and came back with a long box. She took the rubber bands off that held the top on and opened it to show me the contents. Inside the box was a ten and a half by almost 2 erect cock. Well, a plastic copy, to be sure but every bit as astonishing. "What the hell?" "I paid extra to get a mold made. Of course, I had to help get it hard, but it was worth it." I lifted it from the box and held it in front of me. "Have you ever used it?" "Maybe," she said, with a smile that said, yes, yes, yes. "Didn't it hurt? I mean, you're awfully tight." "Uh yeah, it did, and it took a full bottle of lube and a lot of sweat to take it but it was worth the effort. "What's the metal thing on the back for?" "It's set up for a strap on, but I've never tried that. I'd have to be drunk as a skunk to even think about it." "Trisha must be a big girl." "Nope, she's a petite little thing that I'd love to make love to. I got to know her pretty well. She uses a butt plug to open herself up before they make love." "Good lord." "As long as you're here, how about helping me put Roger back in the packing crate. Then I can have the service pick it up before I leave." It only took a few minutes to re-pack our dream stud in his travel crate and get it ready for pick up. "What kind of client would commission something like that?" I wondered. "A wealthy one, female, about fifty or so," she replied. I just smiled and envied her the opportunity to see him whenever she wished. I lifted the plastic version to hold it once more. "Want me to use this on you?" I asked. "Not until you've had a lot more experience, sweetie, and not until we can share it all." "Oh wait, I don't think I'm big enough to take that even with a barrel of lube and another of booze." She didn't reply, but by that grin, I knew I would be talked into it at some point in the future. We put "him" back in the box and she took it back into the bedroom. I waited for her to return, but after several minutes of silence, I called her. "Jenn?" Nothing. "Jenn, are you all right?" Still nothing. I got up and went into the bedroom, not knowing what I was going to find. She sat on the bed with her back to me. A box sat next to her and I could see the corner of a large photo album on her right thigh. I was pretty sure that something in that album had moved her so deeply, that she wasn't functioning normally. When I moved over to touch her shoulder, she cried out so loudly that I almost fell on my ass. I jumped back and stood there, shaking from the surprise. "I'm sorry," She shook her head, as she closed the album, holding it against her breasts. "I'll be in the kitchen, making some tea...or something," I stammered, but as I turned to leave, she started sobbing. I couldn't leave her like that, so stood quietly, with no clue as to what I should do. I wanted to hold her, but after what happened when I just touched her, I wasn't about to do that...or should I? Once she stopped sobbing, she was reduced to hiccups between deep breaths. Then, in a voice so soft I almost missed it, I heard something that didn't make any sense to me. "Don't leave me," she said. "I can't hear you, Jenn," I said. "Oh god, don't leave me. Not you too." "Honey, I'm not going anywhere," I said. "I'm right here and I want to hold you, but I don't know what to do." Then it hit me. I was leaving her, and soon, but what did she mean by 'not you too'? "Jenn, what can I do? I can't stand to see you hurting like this, but I don't know what to do?" She sat the album aside and reached back with her right hand, as if to tell me she wanted me to take it. "Just hold me, Sherri. Please, just hold me. I'm so scared." That's all I needed to hear. I got on the bed and scooted up behind her to wrap her in my arms and nuzzle my nose into her soft fragrant hair. "I'm here for you, Jenn," I said. "Just rest now. We can talk later." She nodded and for quite a while, we sat like that, but I still felt her tears on my arms. It was obvious that we had a problem but I had no solution. I really did have to get back to school soon, and I knew for a fact, that she had two showings booked already; with an opening in less than a month. I also knew she needed some new pieces to punch up her sales. "We'll work something out," I promised. She crawled away from me to get some tissues, blowing her nose loudly, but she still hadn't looked at me. She sat there for a few seconds, then she went into the bathroom. For lack of something to do, I straightened up the bedding and picked up the tissues she'd dropped on her way to the bathroom. When she came out, I could tell that she had bathed her face in cool water in an attempt to gain control, but her eyes were still puffy and reddened. "Why don't you just lay down while I go get you something to drink?" She nodded and stretched out on the bed, lying on her side, with her hand still holding a tissue tight. I went to the kitchen and fixed her some raspberry tea, putting a straw in just in case she wouldn't sit up. She took the tea and sipped at it, while I went to get some cool cloths. I bathed her shoulders and back in an attempt to calm her. "Honey," I said, "We'll work something out. There has to be a way to be there for each other." "I'm sorry," she said, finally. "I just...I'm sorry." "Shhhh. Just rest now. I'll lay right here next to you." We lay quietly, letting the warmth of our bodies seep into each other. It was such a beautiful feeling and I love to snuggle anyway. After a while, she rolled onto her back to stare at the ceiling. She took my hand in hers and kissed it. Strangely enough, she still hadn't looked at me. She took a deep breath, then she began to tear my heart to ribbons. "Her name was Tikki." She said. "Tikki Stoddard." I waited for her to continue. "She came to me from the college as a model. Not quite twenty, beautiful, with the perfect body for the job. We became friends, and some time later, we became lovers." "What happened, Jenn?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know. "We were together for almost a year. It was the day before my opening at the Conrad Studio in Boston. I was all packed and ready to go. We'd made love for hours the night before and I'd slept like a statue. When I got up, I showered and went to get dressed." She paused and I felt the tears, felt the stress she was going through. I wanted to love the hurt away, but I just didn't know what to do. Eventually, she regained her composure and put her head back, as though to see something on the wall. "Her clothes were all gone," she said, breaking into great wracking sobs. It was more than I could stand. I pulled her to me and wrapped my arms around her, crying nearly as hard as she was. "I'm sorry," she finally said. "Shhhh," I whispered to her. "It's all right, honey. I'm right here. It's all right to cry," "Oh god, Sherri, I'm so sorry," she said. "Will you stop that? You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm sorry I can't do anything to take the pain away." "Nobody can," she said, softly. For several minutes, we held to each other without speaking. "She left me a note," she continued. "She said she couldn't keep doing this...whatever this was supposed to be. I never saw her again, never heard from her, and couldn't find her when I went looking for her." It finally dawned on me. "I must remind you of her," I said. She nodded. "You look a lot like her," she said. "I didn't realize it until I saw her picture." Things were becoming clearer and I didn't like the view. She'd made love to me, but it was Tikki that she saw when she came. No wonder she was crying. "I'm sorry Jen. It has to really hurt right now." She nodded and I held her even tighter. "It's going to be all right," I said. "You need some time to sort things out. I understand. Do you want to be alone?" "No. I need you," she said. "Honey, I know, but maybe you also need some time alone." "I don't know, Sherri, I just don't know," she said, as the tears started again. "Listen to me," I said. "I don't know what to do but I think you need some time. I'm not going anywhere, but I've got some thinking to do as well. Give it time, Jenn. You just re-opened an old wound. It needs time to heal. When you want me, I'll be at the house and all you have to do is call me. I'm not leaving you." I grabbed a handful of tissues and headed for home, crying all the way. I tried not to remember how intensely we had made love just hours before. When ever I thought about it, I could see a shadow on the wall. Tikki had been there too. I took a quick shower and dressed in shorts and tee shirt. Trying to focus my mind on other things, I tried to keep myself busy, but nothing seemed to be working. I even turned all the drawings of her to the wall so they wouldn't remind me of her. It didn't help, I tried to read Arts and Artists magazine but couldn't get past her picture and when I did, there was an add for the Cartwright Galleries in Dallas, promoting her upcoming showing...with photos. Taking a big glass of wine with me, I went to sit on the sun porch with my eyes closed. So much for my short lived Sapphic adventure. I lost track of time. In fact I may have dozed off until the ringing of the phone snapped me out of it. "Sherri, I can't do this alone" "I'm on my way, Jenn. Just hang in there." When I got there, she was sitting with her back against some pillows she'd piled behind her. "What am I going to do, Sherri?" "I don't know, Jenn. I'm the last person in the world you should ask that of." "I know," she said. "I'm so sorry." "Honey, you don't have to be sorry," I said. "I've been blessed with the passion and love of a most beautiful woman, and no matter where your heart was, your body was completely with me. I count that as a blessing." "It wasn't fair though," she said. "You said yourself that this didn't become a problem till this morning. Let me have the memories what we've had together." "It just hurts so much to know that her memory haunts me to this day. She hurt me so bad. I should hate her, but I can't." "Hate is a terrible curse," I said. "You'll find a way around this." "I'm glad you were there for me, Sherri," she said. "Me too. I just wish there was something I could do." "You're already doing it, honey. You're being a wonderful, very strong friend. I can't ask for more than that right now." "Are you feeling better?" I asked. "Much," she said. "I was thinking," I said. "I could wear a mask or die my hair, or whatever." "Don't you dare," she said. "That might solve the problem though." For a few seconds, neither of us spoke, but then I had to tell her "Jenn, I'm scared." "Of what?" she asked. "Of losing you," I said. "I'm afraid this ghost is always going to be there, keeping you from me, and I'm too new at this to consider a threesome yet. She smiled, one of the first real smiles I'd seen since she'd fallen apart. "no threesomes," she said. "At least not yet." "I'm serious Jenn. I know we haven't been together long enough to know how deep our feelings go, but I've known ever since I saw you on the pier that wanted to be with you." "I know," she said. "I'm the same way. "But you have to ask yourself whether it was me or Tikki that you wanted to be with." "I worried about that," she admitted. If her memory had been there, I wasn't conscious of it, but I realized that those memories were causing great pain, not only to me, but to you. They weren't beautiful memories, they were memories of anger and hurt. When I took the time to think about it, I realized something. We both went through hell but we did it together. You were there for me all the time. You were my strength, and my courage. Not once did you hesitate. Sherri, that's why you mean so much to me." "Jenn, I promise, I'll never be a ghost. If something happens and we don't work out, I won't just walk out your life. I couldn't do that to you." "I know, honey." We shared some of the most heart felt kisses and embraces ever, and it had nothing to do with sexual desire or need. "I hate to say it, but I left the house so fast I don't remember whether even closed the door or not," I said. "It's all right," she said. "I'm just fine and I've got someone very important to me in my life. I have some work to do anyway, and there's still that phone call. You go check on your house and get some work done. I'll call you after while and we can decide what to do about us." "l like the feeling I get when you say us," I said, kissing her some more before heading for home. . I got a lot done when I got home. Everything just seemed to come together with the exception of the sculpture. There was just something about her that didn't fit...an elusive feeling I was going for that wasn't there. I had more than enough pieces done for the figure studies in both charcoal and watercolor. They were set aside for now so I could focus on the clay that sat in front of me. I tinkered and I toyed with different things. I couldn't figure out whether it was her expression, or the pose, or what, but something just told me that while it was probably good enough to submit, it wasn't what I wanted for me. I just couldn't feel her emotion any more. She wasn't talking to me either. I finally had to walk away from her. With a glass of wine in hand, I went to gaze down at the shimmering waters below. It was so strange, but when I looked over at her dock, I no longer saw the beautiful way she'd stretched on tip toes, reaching for the sun. In fact, she wasn't there at all. Her spirit had left. I knew that it was that spirit that I needed to capture. But it was elusive to me. Something was missing. It was right in front of me, and I knew that, but it was not clear. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit me. I knew what was missing but I had to work fast if I was going to get it ready for submittal. I threw on a smock and headed for my work area, where she waited for me. At first, I was going to rework the whole thing, but when I looked at her, I swear, l she was smiling. The spirit was back, but it was the wrong figure for it. I set it aside and began to work a new lot of clay into a glob of the consistency I needed. My hands were like robots. They knew what I wanted without me thinking about it. I can't remember ever working so quickly. The time just flew by and every time another feature took shape, I got more excited. Finally, I just got to exhausted to continue. The basic shape was nearly complete, or enough so to recognize the final image. When I went to clean up, I was shocked to see how many hours had slipped away. When I sat down for a quick glass of wine, I discovered how tired I was. In minutes, I had dozed off. Fortunately, I had put my wine glass down or I'd have shattered it on the terra cotta floor of the sun room. Unfortunately, that bit of slumber cost me the element of surprise. I hadn't wanted her to see what I was doing but she woke me from my dreams with a kiss. "Wha..."I yelled, coming up out of my chair. "My god, Jenn, you might have given me a stroke or something." "Maybe more than one," she said, grinning. "I tried to call you, but you didn't answer. I can see why. Good heavens girl, did you do all this since you came home?" she asked, pointing to my new passion. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 03 "You weren't supposed to see that," I said, disappointed. "Oh baby, I'm sorry. Is it who I think it is?" "Of course." "It's going to be breathtaking," she said. "I just hope I can get it done in time." "Don't hurry it," she warned, "or the spirits will leave you. Oh honey, I am so proud of you and it's so sweet of you to do it.. Would you sell it to me when you're done at school?" It hadn't even occurred to me that I might not be keeping it. Now, the idea seemed preposterous, but later? To sell one of my pieces to an artist of her caliber was such an honor that I might not hesitate. I could always use it as an excuse to spend some time with her, like I needed one. I prepared some salad, cheese and a fruit cup for lunch and as we ate, I started to giggle. "What in the world is wrong with you?" she asked. "I just realized that we're sitting her, enjoying lunch, and we are both completely dressed. What's the odds of that happening?" "I have to be dressed." She said. "The delivery truck will be here shortly. No sense giving the guy a look at something he can't have. Of course, I could just exchange numbers or something, I suppose." "Be careful girl," I warned. "I'm just new enough to be insanely jealous of anyone male, or female that so much as looks at your cleavage." "Oh, all right," she said. "I guess I can behave myself this time, but don't take me for granted." "That goes both ways, young woman," I said. "Now finish your lunch and get over there. I have work to do and my creative spirit is on fire." We finished lunch and cleared away the dishes, then she started for the door, but at the last second, she came running back to take me in her arms and kiss me. "Oh Sherri, I love you so much," she said. "and I'm so proud of you. You have so much talent and vision." "I love you too," I said, "but if you keep kissing me like that and I'm not going to get any work done at all. " "Save those thoughts," she said, as she left. I ran over to the door and leaned out to call to her. "And leave your hands and toys off that body." "I can't promise anything," she warned, laughing as she ran toward her house. I could still feel her arms around me and her lips on mine as I went to get my smock. "All right," I said, to the mass of clay before me. "Are we ready to get this done?" I was grateful for the tool set she'd purchased for me. The seemed so easy and natural to use, that in no time at all, I was done with the shape of things to come. Now, it was time for detail, detail, detail. Every time I caressed a portion of her body, she seemed to tell me how it felt. The arms and fingers were giving me the biggest problem but I decided that my clay was a little to wet to support them. I solved that by making some props out of cardboard and soap. The soap was to support the arms without distorting them. I carved some molds into the soap in the shape of the arms and placed the soap on top of a triangular cardboard support. With a little bit of experimenting, I soon had them done. With most of the physical shapes done, I decided to concentrate on expressions and emotions that I was going for. There was a great deal to be done yet, and I had less than a week to complete the project, but I'd reached the end of my energy for the day. It was so easy to drop onto the chaise, but this time, I didn't sleep. As exhausted as I was, I was still in hyper overdrive and my mind refused to slow down. I decided that I was just hungry, since the sun had already dropped below the tree line. As I tried to think of something easy to prepare, I called Jenn to see if we could have dinner together, but got no answer. I headed for the kitchen, to see what I had on hand, and wished there was a pizza delivery available. Before I could even open the fridge, though, I heard the door open and looked up to see Jenn coming through the door, carrying a picnic basket, and two canvas tote bags. "Don't just stand there, slave," she said. "Take the picnic basket." Instead, I reached for the tote bags. "Did I say totes?" she asked. "Take the damned picnic basket." "Yes, your highness," I replied, relieving her of the basket. It was quite heavy and something smelled really good. "I knew you wouldn't eat right if I didn't feed you," she said, but I took her in my arms to kiss her deeply. "You're all I need," I said. "As tempting as that is, and as much as I wish you were naked right now, I need some food. I'm so hungry I can't stand it." "You sure know how to take the bang out of a party," I said, but I went to help her put out the food she'd brought. "I cooked up the rest of the chicken and steamed some peas and onions," she said. There's a spinach salad with a spicy vinaigrette, and some sorbet that needs to get into the freezer." As I plated everything, she pulled out a bottle of a Shiraz that she'd chilled ahead of time. She poured us each a glass and I stopped to sip a bit. "Oh, this is tasty," I said. "Very dangerous." "I know," she said. "That's why I only brought two bottles." Everything was delicious and just sitting across from her was enough to make my heart purr. She was everything I could ever want. I could only hope that she felt the same. When we were done eating she wandered into the studio while I did up the dishes." "I like the new piece," she said, "but I wouldn't use it for my submission. There's too much risk of being marked down for a controversial subject. Your choice though." "Yeah, I've been thinking about that, but it just begged me to do it I'll have to decide later" As I bent to wipe down the faucet area, I found myself pinned to the countertop. "Now", she said, "about my dessert. Yours was cold and delicious but mine will be hot and wild." Her hands slid under my skirt and moved up over the cheeks of my ass before spreading me open so her thumbs could rub into my anus. She pushed me down even further over the countertop and bent to lick me there, spitting into me as she spread the opening bigger and bigger. Her tongue probed into me over and over, and seemed to go deeper with each thrust. Just as I was really getting into it, she stopped and I felt the hardness of a dildo being placed against me. She had it in deep in just a half dozen strokes and proceeded to pump into me with slow, long strokes, almost pulling it out, before slipping in even deeper. I suddenly realized that even while she was doing that, her hands were on my hips, pulling them back onto the dildo. She had managed to put on a strap on without me knowing about it. What a glorious way to make love. As I approached orgasm, she began moving faster, forcing it deeper, almost lifting me off the floor with hard driving, ass slamming strokes that sent me flying into a fiery explosion that threatened to consume me completely. She slowed but kept pumping until a second orgasm swept over me and my legs got too shaky to stand. Or so I thought. I felt lube being drizzled over my anus but it didn't hit me until she pulled the dildo out that she planned to take me anally with that thick, long cock. "No, Jennifer, don't. Oh my god, don't do it. It's too big." "Shh," she whispered. "It will be all right. I'll be gentle," I felt her place it against my anus and I begged her over and over to stop. "Ow, ow,ow, oh my god, Jennifer, stop. Oh my god it hurts." "It only hurts for a few seconds," she said. "Then it feels so good you'll never want me to stop." I screamed as she forced it through and into my rectum. It felt as if she'd torn me open in several places. Oh god, it burned like fire. "You'll be fine now," she said, but she lied. It wasn't just fine. The further she moved into me, the more I thought my bowels would explode. I knew the dildo wasn't a huge one, but it felt like fence posts being shoved up my ass. I cried until my body adjusted to it, and then it began feeling better. The orgasm I got from it was splendid indeed, but I was glad when she pulled it out. I dropped to the floor and leaned against the cabinets. She came to me but I just pushed her away. I was in no mood for that. When she tried to wrap her arms around me, I got up and ran into the bathroom. For the first time since we'd met, I locked the door. She tried to get me to come out, but I stripped down and got into a cool shower. It helped but the burning just seemed to get worse. I finally took the shower head off and opened myself up so I could shoot water directly into the depths of my body. For quite a while, I sat on the toilet with my eyes closed. I knew she didn't intend to hurt me and perhaps when someone did it to her it didn't hurt so much. I had no way to know. I just knew that I had been betrayed and that pain far exceeded the other. She was laying on the bed when I came out, with her back to me. Her knees were drawn up almost into the fetal position. I went in to lie behind her. Neither of us spoke until she whispered that she was sorry. "You hurt me, Jenn. You wouldn't listen to me and you hurt me." "I know," she said. "I didn't mean to." "you know what hurts the most, Jenn? It hurts that you violated my trust. You might just as well have raped me. It wouldn't have hurt any more than that. It might have been a beautiful experience but now, I'll never know, will I? You cheated me out of that. I wanted to spend the whole day making love with you but you ruined it " By this time, I was sobbing so loud I was gulping air between every word. All of a sudden, she jumped off the bed and I thought she just needed some time alone but all that and so much more vanished when I heard the sound of a door closing. The door to my heart. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 04 When Jennifer closed the door, I felt as though the lights went out in the world. There was such an incredible emptiness in my heart that I was sure I'd die soon. I didn't care if the projects were finished, or if I even returned to school at all. It all seemed so pointless. I never turned a light on that day and only got up to use the rest room. Food didn't appeal to me, and just the thought of drinking wine made me ill. In the middle of the night, I sat in the darkness, staring out at the world that now seemed empty and cold. I don't remember the rest of that day because I only got up to use the restroom and get more tissues. The next morning, I showered in cold water and went to the kitchen for a drink. On the floor, in front of the door, lay a letter. For the longest time, I couldn't bring myself to pick it up but I finally held it in very shaky hands. "Oh god, Jenn," I cried, unable to open it. "Don't leave me. Please don't leave me now." It was almost an hour before I finally read what she wrote. "My darling, I can't bear to face you right now. I can't drive the sound of your tears from my head and your words just keep booming through my mind. In my attempts to love you, I hurt you and drove you away. You told me not to hurt you and I promised I wouldn't. Then, I carelessly did exactly that. You're right, Sherry. I did violate your trust and your body. It's not something I'm proud of. . How do I regain your trust? I don't know, maybe I can't. Without that, there is no future for us together and I love you so much. In all my life, I've never loved like this. Where do I go now? How can I face tomorrow without you." She skipped several lines and the reason was obvious. Tears stained the paper in swirls of dark rings. I added mine to hers as I held the letter but then I had to put it down while I fell apart again. Later, I tried once more to finish it. "I don't know what to do or what to say. What magic words can I use to keep you from hating me? What words can ever undo what I've already done? How can I go on, pretending I haven't destroyed a love that I thought would go on forever? I always considered myself to be a strong woman, but I'm my knees begging for someone to rescue me. I love you, Sherri. Oh god, I love you so much but I can't write any more. J. I held her letter to my breast and let my tears wash my soul as my world continued to fall apart. Where was that darkness when I so desperately need it. Where is the peace of unconsciousness when it can save you from this torture? I walked into the studio in a daze and began throwing canvases around like old papers. I almost threw the sculpture to the floor, but instead, I held it to me as I cried. I've never felt so helpless or so useless, and I've never felt the need to scream but scream I did. Over and over and over until my throat hurt and I could scream no more. Even when I cried, I had no tears left. I had no spirit left. My soul was beaten and worn. Eventually, I forced myself to return to face the day, but the house felt so empty, so cold. I put on shorts and a tee shirt with the intent to clean up and perhaps face the task of packing everything up to head for home. I had to stay busy. I had to force myself to work hard enough to keep her from my thoughts and out of my heart. The sculpture was heavily damaged but I could recover it, make it new again since it hadn't been fired yet. Some of the canvases were beyond saving, but they were, for the most part, unnecessary for my projects. None of the key canvases were destroyed or damaged beyond saving. It was a mess though and I worked my ass off to make it presentable. I ran out of energy and the will to keep going at the same time. Sitting in the sun room with my head back, I closed my eyes and tried to regain my sanity. "This isn't helping any," I finally declared. I began to pace the floor, trying to think of something...anything I could do. I couldn't just give up and go home without making things right. True, she hurt me in ways that left op9en wounds, but I knew that I hurt her too. I didn't think she meant to hurt me either physically or emotionally so the pain had to be tempered with intent. I couldn't take it any more. I hurried in to take another shower, and dressed in the new mini skirt and blouse I hadn't worn yet. Slipping into my flip-flops, I headed out the door, determined to let her know how I felt and try my best to restore what we'd done our best to destroy. I got all the way over there before I happened to think that she might not let me in. What if she didn't want to see me at all? Then what? I didn't have to face that though when I found her door not only unlocked, but open. I found her sitting on her bed, staring at the floor. For a second, I stood at the door, looking at the woman I loved. It was now or nothing. I quickly moved over in front of her and pushed her back on the bed, getting on top to straddle her. She threw her hands up but I pinned her to the bed. "Look at me. Look at me, damn it. Do you remember who I am? I mean who I really am? Can you honestly not know how much I love you? Do you really think I'm so stupid that I'd let this bump in the road make me stop loving you? " When her tears started, I couldn't keep up with my tirade. "Oh god, Jenn, what have we done?" I asked as I dropped down to put my head on her shoulder. Her arm wrapped around me and we just lay there and cried, more in relief, I think than in fear or sadness. "I was so afraid," she whispered to me. "I hurt you so much and I thought I'd lost you. Nothing seemed to make any sense any more." "I know, I know, honey. I'm sorry. I hurt you with my anger and my words and I'm so sorry. You didn't mean to hurt me. I just lost control and said things I shouldn't have said." "No, love, you didn't," she said. "They needed to be said. I needed to know that I'd destroyed your trust." "Is it too late for us?" I asked. "Is there enough love left to save us?" "I think so," she said. "Don't you?" "Oh god, Jenn, I hope so. I've been so miserable and alone without you." "Don't leave me, Sherri. No matter what has happened, I'm begging you. Don't leave me." "I already promised I wouldn't," I reminded her. "I know, but I promised I wouldn't hurt you and I broke that promise." "I'm not going anywhere," I said. "I won't break my promise." For a long time we lay together, whispering to each other, sharing tears of joy and happiness. She kept kissing my hair as she held me tight to her. I finally sat up and looked down at this beautiful creature, and started kissing her like crazy. They weren't sexual or sensual kisses, just kisses of love and gratitude. I kissed her face, her ears, her nose, her everything and she gave them back and more. "Look at us," she finally said. "We're a mess." And then she smiled. Oh my god, that beautiful smile. The whole world began to glow with that smile. We got up and held to each other but then she pulled away. "I've got to clean myself up," she said, heading for the bathroom. "Wait," I said. I walked over to where stood and took her hands in mine, gazing into her beautiful eyes. "Undress me," I said, so softly I wasn't sure she heard. She looked like she wasn't sure it was right or something and then she smiled and began to slowly strip me, kissing every part of me as she did. Standing naked before her, I wanted to do the same to her, but her clothes fell to the floor so quickly I never had the chance. We showered together, caressing tenderly, kissing constantly, sharing our love. At first, it wasn't sexual, but of course, it became so. She carefully avoided any contact with my anus but the need overcame us and we made love on the bathroom floor. The kind of tender, beautiful love that fills you with such a warmth. Slowly and lovingly, we brought each other to orgasm. We didn't want to let go, even for an instant, but eventually, we got up and took a quick shower...again, before drying off to step out of the bathroom. "What are we going to do?" I asked, as we held tight to each other, standing in the living room. "We're going to love each other completely," she said, but then she pulled away from me. "But first, I'm starving." Neither of us had eaten since our blow up and we were famished. She quickly scrambled some eggs while I heated up some frozen hash browns and started some whole grain toast. We finished off with a large bowl of fruit and yogurt and went into the bedroom. "God, I'm so happy," she declared. "I want to run screaming down the road that I'm in love." "No one would hear you," I reminded her. "I don't care," she said. "I just want the world to know." We sat for a second, and she suddenly grabbed my hand. "Come on," she said, dragging toward the door that opened onto the deck. "We're telling the world." As we went out the door, I yelled, "Jenn, we're naked." "I don't care," she said, still dragging me down the path. The sun was shining brightly and only a slight breeze stirred the air. I knew that anyone on the lake, or around it could hear us and see us but she didn't care so I surrendered to her impulses and ran with her to the end of the dock, where we stood, side by side, hand in hand, our legs spread in defiance and screamed out that we were in love. Then the hysterical giddiness set in and we wound up pushing each other off the dock and into the cool waters below. We came up to wrap our arms around each other as we fought to stay afloat. "I love you," she said, kissing me. "I love you even more," I relied. We walked together, still naked, back to the house and got some towels. "So much for wanting to be in seclusion," I said. "We'll probably be on the front page now." "I don't care, I don't care, I don't care," she said, doing a little dance around the room. She grabbed me and pushed me onto the couch. "Nothing matters anymore, Sherri. Not my work, not my success, nothing matters. I almost lost you and that's what matters. The only thing that matters is you. I'm going to spend the rest of my life regaining your trust and your love." "You never lost my love, Jenn, and I don't think you have to worry about the trust issue. What happened is history. Maybe it was a wake up call to both of us, but its history. I just want you to love me as much as I love you." She sat up and took my hands in hers. "Do you think it was a way to prepare us for next weekend?" I'd completely forgotten that this was to be our last week together. "Do we have to discuss that right now?" I asked. "We can't pretend it won't happen," she said. "but we can make sure our last days together are special to both of us." "I won't go back to school," I decided. "I'll find a job close to you and get an apartment so we can be together." "Like hell you will," she said, firmly. "You're going to finish your education and that's not open to negotiation. Honey, you've worked so hard and so long. You can't throw that away now. You have a gift. A wonderful gif that you have to share with the world. Get your education, get ready for the world and then you'll know your next step." "Not without you," I said, "Not again. Not ever again." "Listen to me, Sherri. We aren't breaking up. I didn't lie when I said I wanted to share the rest of my life with you. That wasn't just to get you in my bed. We'll find ways to keep in touch, and share our experiences. We'll be together as often as possible and we'll make those days memorable. I'll be traveling for the next three months anyway, so we wouldn't be together much. I'm booked until the end of the year. We're just beginning our journey together. Isn't our love strong enough to endure this challenge? Mine is." "It won't be the same," I said. "I won't be able to hold you in the dark or see you every morning." "Of course, it won't be the same," she said, "but you can hold me here in your heart. I'll always be there with you, and you'll be here, in my heart. Now and always." To say that our lovemaking that day was memorable would be an understatement. Not once was the anal issue brought up again even though I knew that she enjoyed it. We ended the day in a sixty nine that was so intense and so loud that the room resonated with our cries. We slept, arm in arm, like quiet shadows in the dark. The next morning, we started making plans for our departure. I had to repair the damage I'd done to the sculpture and the canvases and she had to start getting her canvases ready to travel. She came over mid-morning with sandwiches and cheese, and watched as I worked, occasionally suggesting something or admiring something. While I worked, she started packing some of my canvases and supplies that I wouldn't use any more that week. "What are you going to do now?" she asked. "Do you think your mother may have changed her mind about you?" "My mother?" I asked incredulously, "You don't know my mother. If anything, she'll be more stubborn than ever." "So what then? Where will you go?" "Well, there is this incredibly beautiful artist..."I said. "Sherri," she said, warning me that I was on the wrong path. "I know, I was just kidding. Can't blame me for trying though." She came over and kissed me. "No, honey and I admit that I wish it were possible but we've been through this already. "I've been trying to call Lilly or Jillian," I said. "If the key to their house is still under that ugly fern, I can get in there until school starts." "What if you can't get hold of them?" "Then I'll drive over there and check. If I can't find the key, I can spend the night with one of my friends. I still have the apartment at school but I'll have to pay them extra for getting there early. We get a lower rate when school is out." "I have a meeting with my agent next week," she said. "then I have a couple weeks to get my head on straight before my first showing. I get there on Friday, and the gallery opens Friday night with a big party for invited guests. I'll send you all the details and photos." "You'd better. I'll probably ruin them with my drool but maybe I can remember to cover them with plastic in time." "Oh hush," she said, laughing. "You'll probably forget all about me when you get back with those handsome men and gorgeous women." "Don't you believe that. Don't you ever believe that," I said, fighting back a tear. "don't you remember? You'll be in my heart to remind me how much I love you." "Okay, don't start crying on me now. You'll ruin your sculpture and we won't get any more done today." After dinner, we sat on the deck with our wine. "It's so peaceful here," I said. "So quiet. No wonder you bought the cottage." "I needed someplace where we could go for the summer," she said, and the significance of the fact that she was including me in her statements made me feel so loved. I was sure now, that nothing could tear us apart other than ourselves and that was never going to happen. When it got dark and the mosquitoes became too numerous to ignore, we moved inside. "Stay with me," I said. "I already planned on it," she said. We were naked before we got through the door and seconds later, our mewling voices could be heard as our lips and tongues began their dance. She flipped me to my back and pinned my arms over my head as she began moving her pussy back and forth over my breasts. When they were really irritated, she dropped down to suck, nip, nibble, chew and lick at them. I wanted her to do more but she seemed obsessed with my breasts and my nipples were so sensitive they felt raw, almost painful. She teased my thighs with kisses, sucking, nips and nibbles up one leg and down, up the other leg and down, each time blowing her hot breath over my pussy, swollen with my desire to the point of bursting. My clit was already exposed, but she felt forced to take it in her teeth and tug it back and forth. I knew that it was going to be a strong orgasm and my fingers already had the bedding in a death grip, but when it hit, it exploded with a ferocity I'd seldom experienced. I could literally feel my fluids flowing from within to soak the bedding in spite of her best efforts to lap it up. She wasn't stopping with just one though and her fingers drove deep into me, curling into my special spot while her thumb did a dance over my clit. There wasn't enough time between the first orgasm and the second for me to recover so the second one wiped me out totally. I wanted her so much, but I just didn't have the energy to do anything. She finally straddled my face and put a pillow under my head. I was able to get my tongue into her and when she reached down to pull her pussy open for me, the tip of my tongue found that elusive spot just below her clit, where the nerves are so open to my touch. She worked her body over my tongue while I held her by her hips, pulling her to me. The orgasm I gave her wasn't all that strong, but it was enough to get things started with her. I got up and went to the dresser to get one of my toys, a dildo of about eight inches, but not very thick. She took it from me and hit me with an evil smile as she bent over and started putting it into herself. She pumped it into her wet pussy for a while, then she pulled it out. She had me lie on my back, and put the base of the dildo in my mouth, while she straddled my head, She spread her cheeks wide and lowered herself onto the dildo. Oh my god, that was so erotic. Imagine yourself, watching, as a plastic cock slips into your lover's pussy, ending up with that same beautiful pussy pressing against your lips. Now imagine the view I had as she began to fuck herself with a slow, steady stroke that was going to make me insane. In and out, in and out. The dildo began to glisten with her juices which slowly began to seep over my lips and into my mouth. She began to go faster and faster which caused me to use my fingers to keep the dildo in my mouth. She tasted so good and I was enjoying every drop, While she fucked the dildo, my fingers were giving my pussy a good work over and I came shortly before she did At first, there was so much cum that I was sure she was squirting but it didn't last at all and I was able to slurp up almost all of it. We moved into a 69 with me on top. I was so wet from watching that dildo go in and out of her I was about ready to come already. She drove me steadily into my orgasm with tongue and fingers, until I felt that tightness that only another woman can know. It was to be an incredibly strong orgasm and my guttural sounds and loud outbursts announced its arrival, but at the last minute, I made her stop. "No, wait," I gasped, "wait" "What's wrong," she asked, as she continued the slow strokes with her fingers. "Back," I said. "my ass." Are you sure?" "Yes, damn it. NOW. Oh god, hurry, Jenn, I want you in my ass when I come. Hurry!" Her finger moved quickly into me and by the time she was deep inside, I was already in orgasm. It was just what I needed to make it one of those you never forget. It was all I could do to finish her off and she helped at the end with her fingers flying over her clit. Later, she told me that the sounds of my leap into the orgasmic void was what really got her off. We finally managed to move up to bask in that glorious feeling called afterglow, but we had taken so much from each other that we were asleep in minutes. I woke up first in the morning, and for quite awhile, I lay next to her, not wanting to disturb her slumbers. My beautiful angel. The woman who would forever impact my live, lay so near to me, begging for my touch, a soft caress, a kiss to soft skin. My heart was so full at that moment that I feared it would just burst. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 04 Eventually, I gave myself permission to reach out to her. I let my finger trail over her face to caress those soft lips. I was rewarded with a slick of her tongue as it tried to get rid of the pest that annoyed her. I finally moved over and buried my fingers in her hair to hold he head while I kissed her; tenderly at first, but with more insistent kisses. They weren't in any sense sensual or sexual kisses, just kisses of a deep, enduring love. "Haven't you had enough of me?" she finally asked, smiling up at me. "I'll never get enough of you," I said. "Every morning of every day for the rest of my life, I want to wake up with the memory of what I see right now." "It won't always be a memory," she said. "It's only for a year or so." "I know, but it's going to be the longest year in my life." "We can do it though, because we have such beautiful memories to live over and over." To say that the next hour was one of joy would be an understatement. No sex, just a deep, abiding love for one another. The type that will last long after the sex has ended. "I just realized something," she finally said, as we lay with fingers intertwined. "What?" "This place really reeks. It smells like a Roman orgy took place." "I guess," I said, "but there's one thing missing." "And that would be...?" "The stink of a sweaty man." "You wouldn't have said that before we met," she reminded me. "Was there a time before we met? I'm having a problem remembering that for some reason." "You'll forget all about this...all about us, once you have time to think about it." "You know better than that, Jenn. My world began when I opened the door and saw you standing there. I knew that instant that I wanted to be with you, but it took a while for me to admit that I not only loved you, but I was in love with you. I'll never look back. The days before that no longer matter." "Not even your mother?" she asked. "There is nothing, she, or anyone else, can do to make me stop loving you." "I knew it too," she said, "but I didn't have to go through what you went through. I didn't have to learn to accept my sexuality. I just knew that whatever it took, I had to keep you in my life" "Ok, enough of this. Get your ass out of bed. We have things to do," I said, forcing an end to our mutual love fest. We each had things to do to get ready to leave, but we always stopped to spend time together during the day. We ended each day in bed together, but the sex wasn't the driving need as it was before. Oh, we made love, but it was usually the slow, romantic type that ultimately is the most gratifying. Wednesday afternoon she called the art supply center to schedule some time on one of their kilns. It was to be an all day project and we decided to make it a special event. We took extra clothes with us and that night, we went to dinner at a very nice restaurant where danced the night away to some romantic music, ending up in a suite at the best hotel in town. We had breakfast on the veranda in the morning and finally forced ourselves to get back to the task at hand. We were leaving on Saturday and the closer that day got, the more weepy we became. The slightest thing would start the tears to fall, but we kept going. Friday night was to be our last night together for who knew how long. It was to be a strenuous one for both of us because we were hurting so much. To avoid letting the day become one of sex, sex, sex, we walked together, arm in arm, to the end of the dock to watch our final sunset We wanted to take some last photos of each other and at first, it was fully clothed, but as the sky became more orange, we stripped to our bikinis, and at it's most intense level, we posed, naked, taking advantage of the warm colors of nature to heighten the memories of the ay we were that day We sat on the dock then, watching as the sun slipped behind the trees and the bright orange sky became a purple glow that darkened to reveal the star filled sky. As we made love that night, we couldn't get enough of each other. It was a last, desperate attempt to keep the need alive and strong. We'd had a long session of hot and wild sex in several positions before taking showers together to refresh our bodies and our minds. After a short break for some wine and recovery, we wound up on the floor, next to the fireplace. To protect the carpet, we threw the blankets we'd been wrapped in to the floor. We'd have a couple of very mellow orgasms when she got up and went into the bedroom. I felt a chill move over me when she came back with the strap on. We hadn't used it since our meltdown. She got on her knees and put her head on her arms. 'I want you to take me this way," she said. As I put the strap-on around my hips, I told her, "I don't know, Jenn. This really bothers me." "I'm not asking you to allow me to do it to you, but I want you to take me this way." I got behind her and slowly buried the thick shaft in her before beginning a steady stroke while she fingered her clit. When the time came, she told me to go faster.. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard and fast, the harder the better." I pounded in to her with all the speed and strength I could master until she was screaming so loud I was afraid I was hurting her. She finally stopped humping into me when she came, and I pushed it deep, holding it into her even as she collapsed onto her stomach. It exhausted both of us to the point that I was laying on top of her, too tired to roll off. That's where we were when we woke up in the morning. I woke up first, and for a long time, I lay there in a pall of sadness. It was over I had to say good bye to her and that thought terrified me. I didn't want to cry any more, but my heart and my tears conspired against me. "Hush," she finally said, holding me tight. "Don't cry, honey. We'll be together again real soon, I promise." We lay together for about a half hour, lying on our backs as we held hands. Words just weren't necessary or wanted at that time. I rolled up onto my stomach and lifted my head up to look into her eyes. "I want one more thing before we leave," I said. "What's that?" I reached over to get the strap on. "This," I said. "No, honey," she said. 'You don't have to do this." "I need it for me and for us," I said. "I've been thinking about it for a long time. There's a memory of a very unhappy time between us and this is my way of getting rid of it." "Sherri, listen to me. I love you but I don't want to do what I think you're asking of me." "I know, Jenn, but please. I need this. It's a part of my growth and a statement to both of us that we are committed to our lives together. It's a statement I have to make." She took it in to clean it and I watched as she put it on and made some adjustments. My emotions ran from resignation to fear as I felt the head slip through my lips and into my pussy. She was cautious at first, until it moved easily inside, and then she began a more vigorous stroke. Unfortunately, I think the orgasm was tempered somewhat by the knowledge of what was to come. It was good, and it was strong, but not as strong as others she'd given me. She pulled it out and generously applied lube to the dildo, and then to my upraised ass. With her fingers, she worked it deep into my rectum and all around my anus. I didn't tell her to be gentle. I didn't have to. I won't lie. There was some pain, somewhat intense for a few seconds, but I'd had time to prepare for it and deep breathing helped as I waited for it helped me relax. I grunted and cried out when the head popped through and went into me. She waited for me to calm, then began to slowly work it into me with short, firm strokes. It was uncomfortable, but not really painful since she'd pause after each stroke to let my body adjust to it. When it was all the way in, she pushed into me, and began her strokes slowly. When I started pushing back, seeking more, she got more vigorous in her strokes, holding on to my hips to draw me back against her. "Harder," I said, but it took three times for her to grant my request. My fingers were torturing my clit when my body gave itself over to the oncoming storm. "Don't stop. Oh god, don't stop, I'm so close, so close. Fuck me harder, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.! FUCK!!!!! Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod" My body shuddered violently twice, and I came apart. Hard, painful spasms wracked my whole body and thighs for several seconds,, maybe minutes, I don't know. She kept it in me the whole time, even when I dropped down onto my stomach, with slow, gentle strokes that kept the glow alive. Even when she wanted to pull it out, I wouldn't let her. I wanted to remember the feel of her buried deep inside me. It was my way of never letting her go, I guess. Even after she took it out, I could feel my ass pulsing and I loved it. She got a cool cloth to clean me up and I held it against me as I went in to the bathroom. The cool shower felt good and when we took our last shower together, I finally felt completely hers. It was just something I had to do. I quickly dressed and headed for home. We kissed and embraced at the door. "I'm not saying good bye," I yelled, as I ran away to avoid a long and painful seperation It was going to be the longest drive I'd ever made and the most painful until I finally managed to think about what I was going to do next. I had to go to Lilly's to find the key or head for school early. I had so much to do and so much to plan for, only now, I had such a different outlook and such a beautiful woman to share it with. I could barely wait to see Lilly and Jillian. There was so much to tell and so many things to share. They would be surprised, to be sure, and I was sure they would be happy for me. Needing to get it out of me, I leaned my head back and screamed. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 05 5 The finale Sherri exhibits her sculpture, but the prize she wins is more than she could ever have dreamed of. - 5 - The long drive home from Lake Wanderlee gave me a lot of time to think. I wasn't sure exactly how I'd tell Lilly and Jillian. Lily knew Jennifer, or at least they'd met but I didn't think Jillian did. Oh, she might know of her, but I didn't think they'd ever met. So how do I explain that I was head-over-heals insanely in love with the woman that I was supposed to avoid? How would they react when they learned that I was, at the very least, bisexual, if not a total lesbian? For now, there were more important things to do. I had to have a place to live until school started and I had to get my pieces over to the Arts building so I had time to get them submitted before the rush started. All that I needed for the first semester was the sculpture and one canvas, but I wouldn't be able to relax until they were both safe and secure in the class exhibit area. Fortunately, my first problem was solved when the key was right where I remembered. I knew I was home when I went to the guest room to find a lovely letter from Lilly that started with "WELCOME HOME." I spent the rest of that day getting unpacked and organized, doing some laundry, (which presented some problems when the scent of our activities wafted over me.) Once I was settled in and had a soda in my hand, I picked up the phone and punched in my calling card number. As her phone continued to ring, I got a terrible feeling but just as I was ready to hang up, I heard her sleepy voice. "If you're calling to tell me you found someone else, hang up," she said. "I've driven like a mad woman, cried my eyes out, missed you so very much, and what happens? I walk in to tell I'm home safe and you've been sleeping the whole time. Boy, I guess I know how much you miss me." "I'm sorry, baby. I just got so bad I had to take something to knock me out. Did you see me chasing you down the road, begging you to come back?" "I couldn't bear to look back, Jenn. If I'd seen you, I'd still be holding you in my arms." "Where are you? I worried so much about you driving home alone in your state of mind." "I'm at Lilly's and I'll be here until school starts. They won't be home before Sunday night some time." We talked for nearly an hour, reviewing our plans and schedules, but then she started slurring her words and I knew that the pills were still working. "Go back to sleep," I said. "I'll call later. I can't be there to lie next to you, but listen to my heart. She's telling you I love you." "I love you too," she said. "I'll call when I'm awake." "I'm driving up to the school tomorrow so I'll call you from the hotel." "Promise?" "Try to stop me. Goodnight sweetheart. I love you." Bright and early the next morning, I was on my way to the school, loaded with my art work and an overnight bag for the stay in one of the local hotels. It was late afternoon when I checked in to the Heritage Inn, near the campus. I threw my overnight on the recliner and picked up the phone before I flopped down on the bed. My fingers flew over the keys and I held my breath. "Oh please, let her be there." I said. She picked it up on the first ring. "I've been waiting for you." "Oh really," I said. "Well, I'm here and I love you so much." "So what are you doing now?" she asked. "I just got to the room and you were the first thing on my mind." "Are you naked?" "No silly, I just got here." "I've been laying here naked for an hour, thinking about you, trying like hell to keep my hands off your pussy but she's driving me crazy." "Oh my god, Jenn, wait for me." I started to get up to strip but I heard her screaming at me so I picked the phone up again. "What? You're killing me." "Does your phone have a speaker?" "Yeah," "Put me on speaker." "Honey, somebody might be able to hear us." I reminded her. "I don't care," she said. "Maybe we'll give someone else an orgasm too." I put the phone on speaker, but I threw a towel over it enough to mute the sound. "Ok, you're on speaker." "Now," she said, "I want you to stand up and listen to me. I'm going to strip you button by button, piece by piece and I want to hear you when you do it." The slow strip drove me closer and closer to insanity. I wanted to rip everything off but she would have none of it. Her words, her obvious arousal as I got naked were bad enough, but to make the torture more intense, she made me caress, fondle, and toy with every bit of newly exposed flesh. By the time I was naked, I was so wet, it was seeping down my thighs. Only when I was completely naked would she allow me to lie down again. At that point, nothing she said or did could stop the intense need within my body for release. Nothing more was said, but, thanks to the speaker, we could hear, touch by touch, stroke by stroke, our rocket ride to the top, only to crash in screams and cries, into the abyss of orgasmic bliss. It was the strongest masturbatory orgasm I'd ever experienced, and one of two successive orgasms when my fingers refused to stop. "I've been thinking about that all day," she said. "I miss you so much," I told her but then those damned tears started again. "Stop it," she said. "No more tears like that. We're going to be fine, both of us." We finally settled down to talk about my mother, and Lilly and Jillian. Neither of us wanted to end the call but there wasn't a phone in the world that could give us the peace we both wanted. With my exhibits in place, I could focus my attention on getting mentally prepared for school and making the move back to the tiny apartment I shared with two other girls, both seniors. Neither of them were in the arts though, so we didn't share many classes. Late Sunday night, Lilly and Jillian got home from their cruise, frightening me to death when they tramped into the house, dragging suitcases and packages. I got the wine out that I'd had chilling in the fridge and put out three glasses. I asked if they were hungry and put a cheese ball and some assorted crackers. In the meantime, they got everything up to their rooms and both came down wearing new robes with the name of the cruise line over their left breasts. We hugged each other, I told them welcome home, and then Lilly broke out in a big smile. "Oh good lord, Jillian, look at her. She is absolutely glowing! Someone's in love, I can tell." I felt the blood flush into my face immediately. "Well, there have been some changes in my life," I admitted. Lilly brushed her fingers over my face. "Love looks good on you, honey." "So are you going to tell us or do we have to wait for the evening news?" Jillian asked. "I don't know where to start," I said. "When I got to the cottage, I remembered that I didn't have a model for my figure study. When your neighbor was doing some stretches on her dock, I got the idea of taking her picture and working from that. I was careful that she didn't know what I was doing, or at least I thought I was, but I'll tell you about that later. Anyway, I became very confused about feelings I had when I watched her and I had to keep reminding myself that I was not to contact her. Then the situation got worse when I saw her picture in a magazine I brought with me. The strange thing is, I had just ordered a print of her latest piece on line." "Are you saying that you and she...? Jillian babbled. "Oh hush," Lilly said. "Let her tell the story." "Then one morning, someone knocked on the door. I thought it was UPS guy with my package, but there she was, in the flesh, more gorgeous than I could have imagined. She wanted to know if I needed anything from town, but then she invited me to go with her. She'd just sold a .major piece to someone and she wanted to celebrate but she didn't want to do it alone. She insisted on buying me some of the most expensive sculptural clay there is, and a set of tools that I could never ever afford. "You sold out?" Jillian asked. "Will you keep quiet, Jillian? Damn you really know how to screw up a mood." Lilly said. "So then we went out to eat and something magical happened. She reached up to wipe some sauce from the corner of my mouth and we looked into each other's eyes and we knew. We both knew in that instant that we had something special between us, but we shook it off. We went back to the house and went to sit in the chaises on the sun porch. The sun was almost behind the trees and I said something about wanting do that forever. In that almost darkness, I heard her get up and then it happened. I felt her lips on mine and I melted . It was such a sweet little kiss, but it set me on fire. Several days later, we both confessed that we were in love with each other." "No, wait," Jillian said. "You went too fast from a sweet little kiss to the several days later part. We want the juicy details of what happened in between." "Do I have to spell it all out?" I asked. "Hell yeah," she said. "and I want the triple X version too, not the PG crap." "Sherri, I know you think you love her," Lilly said," but you haven't known her for long and she is a very busy, very successful artist that travels a lot." "I know, but I'll be in school so that works out." "Wait till you have your first fight," Jillian said. "We already went through a very nasty and very frightening time," I said, "and we never gave up on each other. When it was all over, we loved each other even more." "I guess we'll be hearing a lot about her." Lilly decided. "Yeah, you will," I said. "I know things are happening so quickly but I don't expect anyone else to understand. Just being in the same room with her excites me. A simple touch, or a soft kiss in the dark. The knowledge that she loves me as much as I love her. One of our special things to do is to work in the studio together. "You may be assuming too much," Lilly warned. "I don't think so Lilly. We've talked a lot and I think we both had to be sure before we could say it. One of the most beautiful things I heard was she told me that she bought the cottage next door for us. For us! Oh my god Lilly, I just about burst with love when she said that." "Well, I'll be damned, my cousin is a lesbo. Welcome to the clan, girl." "I just don't want you to have a broken heart." Lilly sad. "There aren't any guarantees, Lilly. We both know that, and our love was certainly tested. I was ready to pack up and come home but what we have together was strong enough to carry us through. We just have to work at it ever day." "With all that activity, did you get your work done?" "Oh, I almost forgot. Thanks for reminding me. I'll be right back." I ran up to my room to get the 8 x 10 print of "Ethereal Woman," a name Jennifer and I chose one day as we cuddled together in the studio. I held it out to them and held my breath. "Oh-my-god," Jillian said. "Is that her" "That's my Jennifer," I said, with tears of pure love in my eyes. "She's even more beautiful when I'm holding her in my arms." "Look at those nipples, Mom. I just want to bite one." "Well, you can't," I said." They're taken." I'd printed out several pictures of her, mostly in bikinis but a couple that I took of her in shorts and pullover. Then I showed them pictures that someone in town had taken of the two of us together. The last picture was a close-up of her which showed that beautiful smile, but even more outstanding, her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that made me love her more every time I saw her. "Those are the eyes that captured my heart," I said. "They are so damned beautiful and when she looks at me like that, I just melt." "I hate to ask this, Sherri, but what are you going to tell your mother?" "I don't know, Lilly, but it isn't really up to her, is it? I mean, she's already told me I'm not welcome there and I look at the way she treats you and it just isn't important. I do want to tell her, but I don't want to throw it in her face. She still loves me. She just has a crappy way to show it." "Do you still love her?" she asked. "Don't be silly, of course I do. She's still my mother. I just hope she can find a way to keep loving me when she finds out. We'll just have to wait and see, I guess." She came over to hug me. "If you're happy, I'm happy for you," she said. "I can't wait for a time when we can get together." "That means a lot to me," I said, "but I knew you'd be happy for me. She's the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I'm not going to let anything or anyone take her away from me." That night, when we were talking, I told her that Jillian wanted to bite her nipples." "Ohhh, that sounds kinky. Maybe we could do a threesome." "You'd better be joking, "I said, "or I'll bite those nipples right off." "You'll never know," she said. "Just remember who you're talking to. Would you take a chance on losing my love for a quick nipple treat?" "You know better than that," she said. A week later, Lilly and Jillian went with me to set up the apartment again. I put photos of her everywhere, but the good ones didn't go up until after they left for home. Once my computer was set up, I got online to one of the sites to order some new toys. A girl has to have something to keep her smiling you know. Senior Showcase is a display of our summer projects in the gallery of the arts building. . Each student shows two pieces and the professor does a written critique, which we get after the exhibit. The pieces are then stored and displayed again at the end of the year, next to the works we did for class during the year. It was to show growth during the year. The students did a walk-thru at a mixer the Friday before a public showing and I was quite pleased with the comments I received from the other students. Of course, everyone wanted to know who my model was, but they only got the name that Jennifer gave me The next evening, our exhibits were displayed in the Crawford Room, a huge room with fantastic lighting. It was open to the public for a fee, which the college used to fun the arts program. We got to show off our talents, and it ended in a festive dinner dance. When the doors opened, we did a quick walk-through and I was glowing with pride. The lighting department had done an outstanding job, placing a soft light below and in front of the interpretive piece which I called "Spiritual Flow." If anything, the colors seemed even more vivid, yet soft, highlighting the effect I'd worked so hard to achieve, (with Jennifer's guidance.). I'd used a variety of colors, swirling through the canvas, like a soft, summers breeze, over which I had applied filmy soft gray puffs, not unlike a fog. Using a combination of color patterns and the fog, I worked in a hazy image of a woman, obviously nude, but without any definition. She could have been any age or size, it didn't matter. She was floating through the mist with arms spread wide. Each student had to remain near their exhibit to answer questions from the public, but we could talk to the students around us and to the public in general. There was a lot of interest in my display and a lot of question and I was on top of the world. I heard a stirring at the front of the room, but I couldn't see what was going on. I heard someone say something about a wonderful surprise, but that's all I knew. A couple from California and a woman from New York drew my attention and impressed me with the intensity of their scrutiny. The woman from New York asked if I was going to have a bid list for my work, but I told her about the spring showing. Any interest before that had to be directed to the school. I hadn't decided if I could sell either of them, but deep in my heart, I knew that "Ethereal Woman" wasn't going anywhere unless I was down to my last credit card. I saw Professor Whitlow and a small group of people, who I assumed were financially supporting the school, working their way down the aisle, but my focus had to remain on the people at my exhibit. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I excused myself to turn to see the professor, smiling at me. "Well, Sherri, he said, "you've been stirring up quite a storm of activity over here. Several guests have already inquired about purchasing your works." I flushed and smiled. "I'm not sure I'm going to let either of them go, Dr. Whitlow." "I'm confused then," he said. "I understood that "Ethereal Woman" was already spoken for." I shook my head. "I haven't talked seriously to anyone yet," I said, wondering where he got that information. "Well," he said, "I have the lady right here with me." He stepped aside and I melted. I couldn't speak, move or think. My angel stood there in a beautiful gown, with her long hair flowing over her breasts. My eyes filled with tears and I think I might have dropped to the floor save for the warm embrace of her arms as she held me so tight while I sobbed her name over and over. Someone passed me some tissues and I eventually got myself under control to apologize to the rest of the group. "Are we to assume that this lovely creature was the model for "Ethereal woman?" someone asked. I took several deep breaths and held her to me. "This lovely creature is my mentor, my hero, my guiding light, and yes, the model for "Ethereal Woman," but more than that she is my best friend and just being in the same room with an artist of her talents is such an honor." She kissed my hair and pulled me tight. "Sherri and I met quite by accident this summer and I was taken not only by her beauty, but her commitment to her art," she said. She is very gifted artist in her own right and I'm extremely proud and flattered that she would choose this piece to show here." "So Sherri," Professor Whitlow said, "Did you sell the piece to Miss Flint or not?" I shook my head and looked into the eyes of the woman I loved. "No," I said, "but we reached a compromise. The piece she gets is larger and anatomically detailed." There were some knowing chuckles as the group moved on but she bent to kiss me and tell me that she'd be back. About an hour later, Lilly, Jillian and my mother came in. I felt a chill run through me and I muttered a prayer that nothing happened to spoil this most beautiful night. Lilly was dazzling in a champagne gown that flowed around her like a cloud. The pearls she wore were perfect She was, quite simply, beautiful. Jillian had chosen a soft, creamy ivory gown that went great with her long brown hair. Around her neck, she wore a necklace of amber gems that plunged down into her cleavage, which I knew had some help from a push up bra. For quite a while, Mom didn't even acknowledge me, speaking instead to some of the other students. Then she came over to walk around my exhibit. My heart was shaking so much I could hardly stand it. "It's beautiful, honey," she finally said. "Absolutely beautiful." I reached out to her and she came into my arms. "Thank you Mom. You have no idea how much I needed to hear that." She pulled me to one side, behind the exhibit and took my face in her hands. "Sherri, you know I love you and I'm so proud of you. I said some things that I wish I could take back, and I'm so sorry. We have a lot to talk about later, but I want you to know that your choice of partners is something I can live with. Just give me some time. Male or female, she's still taking my baby away and it hurts. I need some time." I wanted to bawl, but held the tears to a steady flow. "I love you mom. I love you so much." I felt someone against my arm and I reached out to pull Jennifer close. "Mom, I want you to meet Jennifer Flint." "Jennifer, I'm glad to meet the woman that's making my girl so happy." They embraced and we agreed to meet later. When they stepped away, I caught a smile from Lilly and knew that there was more than one angel in the room. She winked at me and the cloud I'd been on just floated higher. Mysterious Neighbor Ch. 05 We spent a glorious evening together and my angel made me so proud. She was the hit of the evening, and after dinner, Professor Whitworth asked her to say a few words. "It is an honor," she said, "to be with such a talented group. You should all be very proud of what you have done. Now, I challenge you to do even better because I will be back at the spring showing and I want each and every one of you to amaze and dazzle me. This is your senior year, and a wonderful opportunity to launch your career, whether it be in sculpting, painting, or teaching. We need good art instructors who really care about their students so thank you to those of you going into that career. I came here today to conduct some business and to see what you've accomplished but also to spend some time with a woman who has amazed me in so many ways. Since she is a student here, I have a feeling you'll see more of me, and Professor Whitlow has generously offered me an opportunity to serve as guest lecturer from time to time. That is such an honor to me, I can't refuse, so thank you, Professor. I accept your kind offer." After dinner, we went to Jennifer's hotel, where she had a very intimate room reserved for some quiet time together. After we all had some coffee or wine, we sat in a semicircle in front of the fireplace. Jennifer and I sat in the middle, on a long sofa, with Mom next to me. "I know you all have a lot of questions about me and my relationship with Sherri but we'll have a lot of time to get to know each other better," she said. "One thing I want you to know is just how deeply our love goes. We've already hurt each other terribly and survived because we both knew that we are going to be together the rest of our lives. It goes way beyond the sex, and I'm not going to go into that. We love each other heart and soul. When we're apart, I ache to hear her voice and feel her touch. All she has to do is touch my face and my heart falls apart. Don't ask me to explain it, because I can't. All I ask is that you grow to love me one-tenth as much as you love Sherri. I've seen that love tonight and I want to be part of it." She turned to my mother then. "Julia, you've honored me with your acceptance. Now, I want to be your friend, but I promise you, your daughter is now, and will always be, the focus of my life and I will safeguard your trust with my every breath." After an hour or so, she bent to whisper in my ear. "Stay with me tonight" I snuggled into her and nodded. There never was an option. We got to her suite about midnight. As soon as the door closed, we came together with an embrace and kisses that were not only passionate, but loving. I noticed that she had a veranda and pulled her in that direction. "Can we just hold on to each other for a while?" I asked. We stood on the veranda, under a full moon, declaring our love for each other over and over, then we went inside. I slowly undressed her and led her to the bed. "You made me strip for you on the phone before you let me have phone sex with you, but I think you need to lay there while I do it in front of you. I want to make you mad with desire before we make love." I almost made it, but It didn't work. She jumped up and threw me down to rip my panties and bra off. Our love was passionate, loud and wild and covered the entire king sized bed. She'd try to get away from my tongue and teeth and I'd try to get away from hers but neither of us wanted to admit we were done. We lay next to each other later, wanting more but accepting that we needed time to recover. "Is it going to be this way every time we get together?" I asked. "You mean trying to eat each other up?" she asked. "Probably." "I'd better find my own apartment then," "I wanted to talk to you about that," she said. "About what? Getting a place of my own? Honey, I can't afford it and there's not much around the school that you can get now. All the better places are full, some of them with a waiting list." She sat up on the bed and looked at me, taking my hands in hers. "Sherri, listen to me. I know we said we'd be fine through this year, but I lied. I won't make it without you, and I don't mean phone calls either. I need to be close to you so we can truly share our lives. I want to do things with you, attend your school activities, go to dinner with you, sit together while we watch movies, or whatever. We have fantastic sex when we're together but I want more." "I know," I said, "but with your tours and school and your studio out east, and.." "It's not out east," she said. "What?" "I hope you won't be upset with me," she said, "and I shouldn't have done it without you." "Do what?" I asked. She squeezed my hands and looked into my eyes. "I bought a place in the hills overlooking town. It has a big master suite with windows that look out over the whole valley and a veranda that....." "Wait, wait, wait. You bought a place? In the hills? Why? When? Oh my god, you didn't. You shouldn't. You didn't have to do that." "Yes I did, Oh honey, don't you see? It's only a thirty five minute drive to the school, and we'll have a beautiful studio and we can be together every night and every weekend. Oh, Sherri, please don't be angry or upset with me. I just couldn't bear the thought of being so far away from you." "You are such a goof," I said, "why would you think I'd say no? But what about your schedule? I mean, there are times when you're on the road for weeks at a time." "I'm doing some scheduling," she said. "No!" I said, quite firmly. She got such a look of surprise that became disappointment and I saw a sadness there that hurt me deeply. "Oh honey, I know you're excited, and I love what you did, but damn it, Jennifer, you're the hottest thing on the art scene and this is your hour. You are not making changes for me. You beat me over the head about my education and by god, you're not giving up your future for me." "Damn it Sherri. I was hoping you'd be so excited." "Oh darling, I am," I said. "I'm insanely excited but I won't let you throw everything to once side to make it happen." "Sherri, all I'm doing is to select the galleries that offer me the best use of my time. That's all." I must have still had a look on my face because she was reading some inner thoughts that were lurking there. "What's wrong, honey?" she said. "It's all too perfect," I said. I keep waiting for you to say 'but this or but that.' It's too good to be true" "It's all true," she said. "Come live with me, Sherri Darnell and let me prove how much I love you." "Oh god, Jenn, you don't have to prove anything to me. Of course I'll come live with you. Oh my god, I can't believe it." We moved into the new house a month later, but before we even moved into it, she had some special plans for us. We'd been measuring rooms, and making notes of the things we wanted to do to make it our home when she went to the fridge for some wine she'd had chilling. A few minutes later, she called me to come out on the patio. Our patio is made of natural stone and granite surrounded by shrubbery. It's about the size of your average living room with a stone fireplace on one side and the grill area on the other side. A very large granite topped table sits in the middle of the grill area and two other tables are located nearby. When I joined her on the patio, she was standing near the granite table. She had turned all of the lights off so the only light was from a three-quarter moon. She waited for me next to the railing that overlooked the city far below. Lights twinkled like fairy dust and the look on her face was one of pure love and desire. She took my hands in hers and kissed me. "We've made love here already," she said, but tonight is going to be special. I've got the room all ready and we're spending our first night here." "This could be a long night," I said. "I hope so, but I've arranged for a special ceremony to make it officially ours." "Oh?" I said. "And just what does this ceremony consist of?" "You'll see," she said, turning me toward the table. A blanket lay folded up on the table with a pillow at one end and one to the side of the table. "Let the ceremony begin," she said, as she began stripping me. When I stood naked in the moonlight, she motioned for me to get on the table, on my back. A small pillow was put under my head and my feet were spread with my knees up. Then she tied my hands and ankles to the table. I was now helpless to resist whatever she planned., I was then forced to watch her slowly strip in a tantalizing dance as she moved around the table, just out of my reach. "In the tradition of consecrating a sight," she said, "I must sacrifice a young virgin to Sappho. It is first necessary to cleanse the virgin with the mystic juice of the grape." She then began to drizzle wine over my face and down over my body, pausing to lick and suck it off my breasts. When she reached my pussy, she spread me open and poured it into me, then slurped hungrily at it. Of course, by this time, I was in a state of arousal that bordered on desperation. She then turned me over and poured it all the way down to my heels, spreading my anus open to receive the "blessing," followed by her ritual removal with tongue and lips. She turned me back over again when she was done, with my knees up. "By order of Sappho," she said, "the sacrifice must be performed using the Sapphic saber, a weapon of great efficiency. However, it is my duty, as keeper of the saber, to ensure that the virgin is pure enough to please Sappho through the use the holy purifier." She pulled a dildo from her bag of tricks that was similar to the one she used when I lost my anal virginity, but a bit larger and a bit longer. She proceeded to push it into me without a lot of ceremony or preparation and I wasn't expecting it. "Oh fuck," I yelled. She quickly pumped into me a half dozen times but refused to keep going when I asked. Then she raised my hips to push it into my anus but at least this time she prepared me with her tongue and some lube. She did about eight or ten strokes, but then she left it in me when she let my hips down again. "It's time," she said. "Sappho accepts your sacrifice and promises a heavenly journey" What she pulled from the bag this time frightened me. "Oh my god, you can't be serious," I yelled, but as I struggled to sit up, she pushed me back down. "The sacrifice is not to resist," she said. "It will be as it must be." The dildo she held had to be nearly a foot long, with a bulbous head that was about inch and a half thick. The shaft behind that had spiral knurling that ended in a cylinder with several buttons on it. I decided that there was no way she was putting that in me, but of course, I relented eventually. . "Mercy will be shown the sacrifice if she accepts her roll." "How much of that goes in?" I asked. "It remains to be seen," she said, as she pressed it against me. "Easy, easy," I said, as it was worked deeper and deeper into me. When It was in a ways, I could feel the pressure of the two dildos pushing into each other which only made the one in her hands feel that much larger. I grabbed hold of the tabletop and held on for dear life when it began to touch spots that had never been touched. I have no idea how deep she went, but just about the time I was going to tell her to stop, she paused and changed position. She must have pushed one of the buttons because I felt it begin to move inside of me as she fucked me with it. It felt like it was swelling up, turning around a few times and then turning the other way. After a few minutes of that, she turned the vibrator on. Every once in a while, her hand would bump the dildo in my ass which brought a cry from me and lifted my hips off the table. When she started driving it into me faster and faster, the dildo in my ass moved more and more until I almost flipped off the table. At a critical point in my rise to orgasm, she pushed the bunny ears onto my clit, My ass flew off the table, trying to throw off the demons that were destroying my body. Over and over again, I pushed skyward, then collapsed back to the table... "Oh god, it hurts," I screamed, straining to break free. With a final primal scream my back arched painfully into the air then collapsed as wave after convulsive wave of spasms moved over me, each to another cry for mercy, At some point, I became aware that she had untied me and I hadn't died in that fiery inferno. I slid off the table but found that my knees wouldn't support me so I pulled The blanket to the ground and lay on that to complete my recovery. She squatted beside me, mumbling some crap about Sappho and I didn't care. She passed me some tissue to wipe my sweat filled eyes, but I wiped my battered pussy. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Stopping the blood," I said. "You're not bleeding," she said. "That's easy for you to say. You're cervix isn't the one that's been destroyed." She handed me a glass of wine which I sipped on for a few seconds. "I'm still sort of shaky inside," I said. "That's a good thing, isn't it?" "How can we complete the ceremony?" I asked. "I don't have a saber. I left it at home." "I know, "she said. "I planned on it." She cleaned the dildo that had so recently been buried in my cervix and snapped it onto a strap-on, then reached into her bag to come up with another toy of about nine or ten inches. A molded head was followed by a series of seven round balls that were molded onto the shaft, each ball slightly larger than the one before it. The last two were quite large. About half of the core was hollow, into which she slipped a slim vibrator that just barely went in. I wanted her on the table but she wanted it from behind. I sort of liked that idea too because I could get good leverage to really pound into her when the time was right. The dildo was lubed up and I worked a lot of lube into her anus with first one, then two fingers. "Do you know how to use that?" she asked. "If I didn't know before. I think I've figured it out, That looks so tempting I might have to try that myself later." I was surprised at how difficult it was to get the strap-on into her but with lots of strokes and a firm grip on her hips, I soon had her begging me to slow down. Now it was her cervix that was being abused and she complained just as loud as I did. Once I had a good rhythm going, I started working the balls through her anus. As each one popped through, she yelped but it wasn't long before only the handle was visible. I decided that the usual strokes in and out weren't necessary with that dildo because moving the balls in and out of the sphincter might get painful, so I used short bursts of quick, short strokes, which seemed to be extremely effective. In the meantime, I was driving hard into her with the strap-on. When I felt she was getting ready, I pounded into her pussy as fast and as hard as my ass could move and I popped one of the bigger balls out of her ass. She cried out but I just kept the same short, rapid stroke pattern up until I pulled the second one out. Each time she got close, I popped out a ball until only three were left in her. She raised her ass up higher and told me to fuck her harder. My hips were getting tired but I really wanted to send her flying so one by one, I pushed the balls back into her until even the handle was part way in. Then I grasped her waist and leaned against the handle while I rammed her hard, deep and fast. Every stroke slammed the dildo into her ass She tried to pull away from me but I held on tight and slammed even harder. . "Oh god, I'm commingggggggggggggggg. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck." With the last cry, I popped the two larger balls out and she dropped to her knees. The strap on pulled out of her but the dildo in her ass was held tight. I pusher her onto her arms to begin lapping at her pussy juice, which kept bubbling out of her. When she began to calm, I took hold of the handle and began moving it in a circular pattern. "No, no, no, oh god, stop, Sherri. Oh fuck, I'm coming again. Oh my god, oh my god, I coming again." When she exhaled loudly, I popped two balls out and she came again. "Enough, enough" she said. "No more, oh god, no more.", I pulled her down to lie next to me while I coaxed her through her afterglow and back into the world again. "My god, Sherri, that was torture." "Sappho should be excited about the sacrifice," I said. Eventually, we got up and went into the house and sent to bed, sleeping on an air mattress covered with a comforter and a light blanket. In the morning, she woke me with sweet kisses to my face and lips. "Well," I said, "at least we both survived the sacrificial ceremony." "Not quite," she said. "Excuse me? " "Well, " she said, "There's one more part we need to take care of before you head off to school." "I'm almost afraid to ask you, but now what?" "We both completed our individual sacrifices, but there is a final bonding ceremony that seals our love for all time." "Oh, this is going to be a good one," I said. "How can I go to school if I can't even walk?" "I think you'll like it," she said. She reached behind her to get a fat, double-ended dildo of about twenty-four inches. "Damn, Jenn, don't you have any that weren't made for elephants?" "It's not that bad, honey, and you're the one that decides how much you can take." I groaned in protest, but I really did want this. We went butt to butt at first, but then she wanted to switch so I pulled my knees up and she slid into me, until I finally said she had to stop. Her body was twisted so that her left leg was over my right leg and her right leg was under me. Little did I realize that by being on her side that way gave her the ability do hammer it into me no matter what I said. We came like a head on train wreck but then I glanced up at the clock. "Shit, I've got to go. If I'm late, you're taking the rap." I showered quickly and dressed, putting tissues in my panties to catch our fluids which still seeped out. I ran over to kiss her good bye. As I drove, I called her. "I hope your happy. I can't stop leaking." "Look at it this way," she said. "That just means it was great sex." "Well, tonight its going to be my way. No toys, no bells and whistles, just good wine, good music and sweet sex in the moonlight." "You sound like someone I could fall in love with," she said. "I hope so, Jenn, because I'm hopelessly in love with you." "Go to school," she said. "we have the rest of our lives to love each other." I felt so warm inside. It wasn't just two women in lust for each other any more. We were facing the world together. It was nice to be a "we" and an "us". Really nice." To my fans. This was a hard story to write, but only because of the emotions involved, and I haven't decided whether to continue this series or not. What do you think? Thank you for the kind comments. That's what keeps me writing.