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Popsicle Girl Ch. 01

By: Cre8tiveBliss



Dear Reader,

This is the next installment of the Heather series. While it stands pretty much on its own, you may desire to read the first four chapters of “Sweet, Sweet Heather” to gain insight as to how this journey of love began. To those of you who were kind enough to send me feedback, I sincerely thank you. I know my writings can’t satisfy everyone, but I write erotica to turn both myself and my readers on. A lot of what you read really happened, and some of it contains enough “literary license” to juice (no pun intended) the story up a bit. In any event, I hope you enjoy... 

Love, BethAnne

In any lasting relationship sacrifices sometimes need to be made. There has to be give and take from both sides. My sacrifice, for the sake of our relationship, was my dear kitten Tabitha, my calico friend who had saved more than one evening from being a crying fest after Linda had left me. Shortly after I moved in with Heather, with Tabitha by my side, Heather started to get sneezing fits. Neither of us suspected the cat, but when the sneezing did not let up, Heather visited a doctor and soon discovered she was allergic to cat hair. Tabitha became my sacrifice, albeit not an extremely difficult one because we found a home for him with an elderly couple who lived nearby. I was given unlimited visitation rights and he was given the best care anyone could hope for. Heather, and our sex lives, improved almost immediately after Tabitha moved out. So I gave something away, but what I got in return was absolutely worth it.

Of course we both sacrificed our freedom. It was no longer just me or Heather by ourselves. It was us. The two of us. We gave each other enough room so we weren’t joined at the hip, so to speak, yet we spent enough time together to get to know each other on a truly personal basis. Very personal (tee-hee). Sometimes we talked all night; at other times we were in the same room together and said nothing for hours at a time. 

It didn’t take either of us long to discover what turned each of us on the most. Heather liked to wear skirts and had a nice variety of them; I liked to sneak peeks up her skirts and when she found out that, after showing me a good deal of leg (or more!), I would pounce on her like a tigress, she devised ways to “accidentally” give me really nice views. Heather got turned on by seemingly simple incidental touches. If I walked by her and moved my hand nonchalantly across her arm, or her thigh, or if I lightly brushed her breasts with my shoulder in moving past her, she would grab me and start kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

We even found a special way to wake each other up before work. It didn’t matter who would start it, but we would just lay in bed, sometimes naked, sometimes with our nightclothes on, and gently finger each other into wakefulness. Except for weekends, this kind of activity seldom led to actual sex. It just felt natural for us to lay back, legs opened, our arms crisscrossed, our hands between each other’s legs. Even when things would get a little wet down there, we did it mostly as way of getting closer to each other and more often than not we would simply hug and then arise from the bed with a special, delightfully warm glow of togetherness. 

Since I got home from work first, I normally did the cooking. I am not the world’s greatest cook, but Heather seemed to enjoy everything I made. Usually we went out to eat on Saturday nights and we often hit the movies on Sunday afternoons. We both loved romantic comedies, so we would sometimes go to Blockbusters and bring home a movie to watch from the comfort of our sofa. 

Perhaps the best thing I liked about our new relationship was the spontaneity of the sex. Heather, a fledgling lesbian, was never afraid to initiate a tryst. Moreover, she was a fast learner and insatiable in bed. Our sexual liaisons seldom lasted less than several hours, even after months into our relationship. As much as I love sex, I have to admit that, more than once, Heather nearly drove me to the point of exhaustion. At first I thought it was the “newness” of it all, that learning and experimentation kept her going, but I soon found out that Heather was a sexual fireball with a never-ending desire in her loins.

One morning, when we were getting ready for work, Heather came out of the bathroom wearing a lacy white bra, showing way too much cleavage, and sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose that clung ever so tightly to a pair of silky-white panties. Her ass was out of this world, and she knew how much I loved it, but seeing the pantyhose and panties over her perfectly rounded globes drove me insane. As she brushed her long, red hair, I stealthily knelt behind her and started planting soft kisses all over that sweet derriere. Heather suddenly dropped the hairbrush, placed her hands on the make-up table, poked her ass out invitingly, and let me have my way with her. By the time the pantyhose and panties encircled her tiny feet, and I was licking and kissing my way into oblivion, we both realized we might be here for a while. We called in sick that morning and spent most of the day in bed. That was the kind of affect her ass had on me.

One night she came home a little late from work. I had already gotten rid of my work clothes, stripped down to my birthday suit, threw on a white cotton robe, made supper, and was reading a magazine when Heather strolled in.

“Hi, babe, waz up?” she asked with an impish grin.

“Dinner’s been ready for a half-hour,” I said, feigning a look of anger.

She moved toward me, wearing a brown and white plaid skirt and a long-sleeved white blouse. Her legs were bare. “Oh,” she said, “no ‘evening sweetie’ or something else nice and romantic?”

I couldn’t hold my angered expression. I smiled. “Hi, Ms Heather, you look good enough to eat.” And she did. The skirt, hemmed just above the knee, fit nice and tightly around her thighs. Even her pubic bone was visible just above the juncture of her legs. I could only imagine how great her ass looked in the skirt. The blouse, made of shiny rayon (or perhaps it was silk), showed off her breasts just enough to make me drool. Her beautiful red hair shimmered in the light. Her blue eyes looked straight into mine. They had the ability to make me melt on the spot.

“I am good enough to eat!”

Without a further word, Heather moved directly in front of me, hiked her skirt half way up her thighs, and straddled me. My legs were crossed, but my robe had drifted far enough to the side to bare my knee. Without taking her eyes from mine, she lowered her hips until the soft crotch of her panties came into contact with my knee. 

“Omigod!” I blurted. 

In a slight rocking motion, she moved the panty crotch back and forth over my knee, pushing my robe further off of my legs in the process. When I uncrossed my legs, she moved even further forward, planting her knees on the chair, on either side of my hips, and straddled my thighs. Her eyes never lost contact with mine.

“Heather has something that BethAnne wants,” she whispered softly.

Her perfume was intoxicating. Her subtle hip movements left me almost breathless. 

I smiled. “Is it something I want more than the hamburgers that are starting to get cold?”

“Much more,” she husked. “Fuck the hamburgers.”

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“That was kinda my idea, dear Beth.”

I moved my hands to her skirt-clad hips and helped her undulate them even more. By now her skirt had ridden all the way to the top of her thighs. Another inch or so and her sweet panties would come into view. I wanted her so much. I moved my hands to her bare thighs and boldly shoved her skirt all the way up, bunching it at her waist. I moved my eyes away from hers long enough to view her panties, ones I had never seen before, totally sheer, bikini-styled, that beautifully framed her totally hairless mons. 

“Wow, girl, I like!”

“Bought them today. Just for you.”

She looked sexy beyond belief. I started to move my hand across the filmy front of the slightly white panties when she suddenly pushed my hand away. “Not yet, sweetie. Beth gets a lap dance first.”

I suddenly realized the little stinker had planned this rendezvous right after she bought the panties. I was her captive. And I enjoyed every delicious minute. She moved each of my hands to the arms of the chair and said, “You can look, but you can’t touch. That’s the rule of lap dancing.”

My hands tightly gripped the arm of chair. Looking back into my eyes once more, Heather slowly unbuttoned her white blouse. Stealing glances downward, I watched each tantalizing movement of her fingers. The blouse soon parted into a wide “V”, exposing a sheer bra that perfectly matched the panties below. The look on her face was pure lust. She cupped each bra-clad breast and held them for me. The pink tips of her nipples and the surrounding areolas looked absolutely gorgeous behind the gossamer material. 

She squeezed each nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “These are for you, darling,” she whispered sexily. I wanted to suck on them forever, but instead held on tightly to the arms of the sofa. Not surprisingly, I could feel a wetness building where it normally builds. I squeezed my thighs together and felt my clit begin to tingle.

She moved her right hand lower, all the way to the front of her see-through panties. “And this is for you, too,” she continued. I watched as her middle finger made its way over the pubis, settling in the fleshy lips of her cunt. In awe, I watched Heather stroke her clit with the invading finger. I could feel sweat forming on my brow.

“Heather loves to have Beth kiss right where my finger is,” she husked.

“Beth wants to kiss her there now,” I half-pleaded.

“Naughty-naughty little girl!” she said in a slightly admonishing tone. “When Heather is through with the lap dance, she is yours for the taking.”

Suddenly she moved her knees from the chair and stood up in front of me, slowly shucking her blouse. She unbuttoned the side of the skirt, still encircling her waist, and pulled the zipper downward. She let the skirt fall silently to the floor, like a handkerchief. She stood before me in the off-white but completely sheer bra and panties that she had purchased just for this occasion, hands on her hips.

“Did you want a totally nude lap dance?” she asked with a wry smile. “Or should I leave these frillies on?”

I laughed out loud. I had never heard underwear, even as delicate as that which now adorned my sweet, dear Heather, called “frillies.” “I’ve never had a lap dance. How do you normally give one?”

She smiled broadly. “I’ve never done one. But I think totally nude is the only way to go.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” I said with a knowing wink.

I watched once more as Heather slowly removed the last remnants of clothing from her body. I loved seeing her naked. Her breasts, even though they were even smaller than mine, jutted out perfectly. The pink nipples were hard as pebbles. Her pubic mound was a spectacular sight, the slightly puffy lips opening just enough to reveal the round hood of her clit. 

“Take your robe off,” she said in a firm voice. I stood up and took it off, then eased myself back into the chair, legs slightly askew, my body just as naked as Heather’s. “The rule is still no touching,” she continued. “One touch and the dance is over.”

She sounded serious. 

She went on. “I am allowed to do anything I want to you, but if your hands move from there everything stops.”

“Who says?”

“I say! Do you agree?”

Not being able to touch Heather would be almost impossible, but the night was young. “Okay, I agree.” I felt like adding “you shit!” but thought the better of it. Why ruin the mood?

Heather knelt in front of me. In total fascination, I watched her head move down. Suddenly, she planted a soft kiss on each of knees, then used her hands to part my legs. She parted them far enough to expose my own hairless slit. She stared like a hungry lioness straight into the “V” of my splayed legs. She licked her lips sensuously. I think she liked what she saw.

She slowly stood once more, then straddled my left leg. Once more she brought her body downward. This time, when she pressed her bare sex into the fleshiness of my thigh, it was familiarly wet. When she undulated her hips, the wetness moved all over my leg. In an instant, Heather’s sweet juices had coated my leg all the way from my knee to my upper thigh. Silently, she moved to my right leg and left a copious amount of her vaginal secretions there as well. I could smell the delightful odor of her spendings. My own pussy was almost gushing between my spread legs. I knew I was leaving a sign of my desire for this goddess on the sofa cushion. 

Still without a word, she spread herself over my left arm and pressed her now drenched cunt hard over it, rewarding me with yet more of her sweet juices. I thought for a moment that I had died and this was heaven. She did the same thing to my right arm, coating it completely. My body was beginning to smell of pungent pussy. I inhaled deeply and wafted in the wonderful odor.

Finally she spoke. “Don’t you dare move your lips,” she said in a commanding voice. Then, just as silently as before, Heather planted her feet on the cushion of the chair, next to my thighs, moved her knees to apart, and plastered herself right on my face. Suddenly I was being smothered by a sea of warmth and moisture. Her sex felt like it was on fire. She moved her hands to the back of my head of drew me deeply into the seething wonderland. Soon my whole face was filled from ear to ear with slightly sticky but oh-so-delightful love juices. 

Heather was an artist painting a canvas and her brush was her dripping cunt. I moaned loudly as she pressed so hard into me I fought for breaths. I inhaled deeply when she moved back far enough to allow me to breathe, but soon felt her sex envelop me totally. Faithful to her orders, I did not move my lips, though every part of my being ached to please her in a thousand different ways. 

When the lap dance finally ended, I laid back and somehow felt almost totally exhausted, even though Heather had done all the work. She stood in front me, naked and beautiful, hands once more on her hips.

“You better take a shower, girl,” she said with a soft smile, eyeing the wetness she had left on my body.

My heart was still beating a mile a minute. “I am speechless,” I said with a long sigh.

“I was so turned on, Beth. I came three times.”

“No one has ever done that to me, Heather.”

She smiled again. “Good. I wanted to do something special for you.”

“You did do something special. Oh, how you did it!”

She took my hand and pulled my weary body out of the chair. We giggled all the way to the bathroom like two teenagers. We showered quickly, to remove the “stickiness” from my body. To my surprise, Heather then drew a bath and we lounged in the warmth of bubbles and water for the next half-hour. If the water began to get cold, Heather filled it with some more hot water. I know I drifted off to sleep more than once as I leaned back into Heather’s body. She folded her arms over my chest as I nestled my head in the softness of her neck. If I ever had even the slightest doubts about whether this relationship would work, they had all disappeared with this one evening. 

Heather let me sleep in her arms, in the bath tub, kissing the back of my head every once in a while to lull me even deeper into dreamland. Soon she brought me back into reality, gently cupping my breasts and running the side of her thumbs over my hardening nipples. I rubbed her knees with my hands.

“I have never felt so at ease, Heather.”

“I feel the same, babe. And you know what? It gets easier with each day. I never told you, but I was scared shitless about you moving in with me.”

“You never said anything.”

“I couldn’t. I didn’t want to run you off. But with each day that passed, I grew closer and closer to you. And it wasn’t just the sex and all the newness of my first relationship with a girl. On the nights when we didn’t do anything I felt just as close to you, maybe closer. I discovered that the sex was just the icing on the cake, that beneath the icing was a truly wonderful relationship. It was like it was waiting there for me, all of my life, and you brought it to me on a silver platter.”

“Hey, I gave up Tabitha for you. That must tell you something!”

She laughed. “And I feel so darn guilty about that.”

“Shush. Look what I got in return.”

I turned my head and our lips seemed to meld together. Heather had a fantastic way of opening her mouth in the very beginning of a kiss, as if she were inviting me into the deepest recesses of her body. Our tongues just naturally joined. Every time we kissed like this I drowned in a sea of desire. There was never a time when we kissed this passionately that we didn’t end up making love. And tonight was no exception.

We dried each other off with cotton towels and still totally naked, took turns blow-drying each other’s hair. Heather’s beautiful red hair hung half way down her back. It took a long time to dry and brush it, but I enjoyed doing it for her. We finally crawled under the covers and embraced, our bodies providing plenty of warmth.

“Wanna play a game?” Heather asked.

“Sure,” I replied.

“It’s a number game. If you guess the number you get the prize.”

“Oh, wow. What’s the prize?”

“Whatever you want!”

“Mmm. I think I am going to like this game. Let’s start!”

“Okay. Let’s see. I’m thinking of a number between 68 and 70.”

The little shit. She suckered me into it. “Mmm. Is it whole a number or a fraction? I hope it’s a whole number because I really fucked up fractions in school.”

“It’s a whole number,” she replied, pretending to be exasperated.

“Is it sixty-“

She suddenly interrupted me. “Don’t say it, do it!”

She pushed my head down and I slithered alongside her body, completely under the covers. On the journey downward, I found time to kiss between her breasts, on her belly button, just over her pubic mound, and finally on her thighs. We were side by side, our legs opened in anticipation of each other’s mouths.

“Let’s play another game,” I said, my voice somewhat muffled beneath the bed sheets.

“What’s it called?”

“It’s called ‘mirror mirror in the bed.’ If I do something to do, you have to do the same thing to me. You ‘mirror’ what I do.”

“Go for it!”

Moving my head from side to side, I licked the inside of Heather’s thighs, always by-passing her sex. She followed suit without missing a beat. Using two hands, I spread her lips really wide and circled the outside of her vagina with the tip of my tongue. She did the same thing to me. The feeling was exquisite. I brought my mouth entirely over her vulva and laved her clit with the flat of my tongue. Her mouth soon brought the fever pitch inside me even higher. 

Suddenly I pried the cheeks of her ass apart and softly rimmed the anal ring with the wet tip of my tongue. It was time for reality to enter the game. I had already kissed her back there and had even entered her with my finger, but Heather had yet to do anything of that nature to me. Would she reciprocate now?

“I’ve never done this,” she said. The nervousness in her voice was unmistakable.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I whispered.

She hesitated only briefly before I felt her open me up back there. When the tip of her tongue touched my anus, I moaned out loud. The warmth and wetness on this sensitive part of my anatomy, my nether opening, felt exquisite beyond belief. With nary a coax from me, Heather went to town on my asshole. This might have been her first time, but you would never have known it. Since we were playing “mirror,” I continued my assault on Heather’s little button. We were now in what might well be called an anal “69.” For at least five minutes, we rimmed each other. I was pleasantly shocked when, right after I eased my tongue into her back there, she pierced my opening with hers. When I put a finger inside her and touched the unbelievably soft rectal walls, she did the same to me. I came immediately, screaming out in pure delight. I think Heather was still too nervous to get off on this new activity, but her gasps of pleasure told me she was enjoying this immensely. 


Popsicle Girl Ch. 01



When it was over and we cuddled in each other’s arms, I asked her if she was comfortable with what we had just done.

“I was scared at first,” she said, “but all of a sudden I really got into it.”

“I’ve had feelings back there ever since I was a teenager. I like doing something like that every once in a while. It’s kinda like a desert you hold off eating until you lose your willpower. I would never ask you to do anything that might offend you, though.”

“Beth. Dearest Beth. Don’t ever be afraid to experiment with me. I feel like there is so much to learn, and I want you to be my teacher. If something turns me off, I’ll let you know. But there is nothing that I won’t try, at least once. And if I really like something, I just may never stop.”

In moments of reality, beyond the dreams of sleep-filled nights, I often compare Heather to a popsicle with chocolate fudge inside. You really enjoy the sweetness of the candy for a while, but when the taste of chocolate comes upon your tongue, and you bite into it, you realize there is something so much more than the candy coating that surrounds it. Beneath the sugar and sweetness of this wonderful girl was a heart so pure and innocent that I wondered if I would ever get to fathom its depths. I vowed to take my time with my little Popsicle Girl; we would live and learn and play together. Perhaps, just perhaps, we just might fall in love.



Popsicle Girl Ch. 02



The last rays of the summer evening's sun played music through the blinds on the pale blue bed sheet as I lay in bed, waiting for Heather's arrival. Outside my window, to the west, the sun was about to surrender to the awesome majesty of Pikes Peak (I called it "Pikes Pink" on beautiful mornings). Here, in the serenity of my bedroom, I had come to learn more and more about my "Popsicle Girl," my dear, sweet Heather. The more I learned, the more I liked. 

Heather usually worked until 9:00 p.m. on Friday nights. I had already eaten dinner and she would have grabbed a bite to eat earlier in the evening. Without her, the bedroom seemed still and empty. Until I met her, boredom was never a part of my life. Without her by my side, however, I felt really alone. In a matter of just a few days, she had become an integral part of my life. When we were together, magic filled the air. We laughed and giggled. We tickled each other into giddiness. Her laugh was infectious. 

I was in the kitchen grabbing a glass of wine when I heard the door open. Wearing my favorite soft-pink, see-through, baby-doll pajamas, I greeted her with open arms when she came into the room. She looked at me and smiled. 

"My, don't we look comfy already," she said, looking me up and down.

I blushed. "I am so glad you're home, sweetie." 

She came into my opened arms and we hugged. She was wearing a pair of faded and patched dungarees and a plain white, V-cut 'T' that fit tightly across her chest. The front of the 'T' was emblazoned with the words, in black, "Some will. Some won't. I might..." She looked pretty as a picture, even in the most casual clothes.

"How was work?" I asked as we broke the embrace.

"Shitty. How was your day?"

I smiled. "Boring. But now that you're home..."

She smiled. "So I'm the panacea for boredom, huh?"

"Honey, you are the panacea for what's wrong in the entire world. You have no idea what your presence does to a room. Or to me." I ran my hand through the back of her long, red hair. "You are simply gorgeous."

Her deep blue eyes met mine. I melted, as usual. "I'm gorgeous? Sweetie, look at you in the sexy little outfit. You're not hiding very much."

I blushed again. "Well, I had planned to be in bed, under the covers, when you came home. How about a glass of wine? I was just about to pour one."

"What do you have?" she asked.

"It's new. I bought it today at the mall. It's called 'Marilyn Merlot.' The clerk said it was pretty good."

Heather giggled. "Let's give it a try."

"And a bought something else today. A CD by Beth Nielsen Chapman. I think you'll like it."

I handed her the glass of wine and we strolled to the bedroom together. I walked slightly behind her and I couldn't take my eyes off of her beautiful ass. The dungarees looked like they had been painted on. Her derriere was to die for. Round and well-formed. Exquisite. Invitingly perfect.

"I'm gonna get comfy," she said. 

"Mind if I watch?"

She giggled and looked at me with a wry smile on her face. "Only if it turns you on."

She lifted the 'T' over her head and through the mass of shimmering red hair that hung half-way down her back. She was wearing a cute, light-blue bra with a lace pattern that showed off her breasts nicely. Her breasts were slightly smaller than mine, and mine were not large by any stretch of the imagination, but hers had almost no sag. Even when she reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra, freeing her breasts from the confining cups, the tits stood out smartly, pink-tipped and oh-so-suckable. She nonchalantly tossed the bra on the bed. 

She unbuckled the wide leather belt and unbuttoned the metal snap. She had to hold her tummy in to allow her to pull the zipper down. I was right about the dungarees being too tight. Even with the zipper all the way down, she struggled to shrug them off her hips. When the top of the dungarees reached mid-thigh, she wiggled her way out of them. She was left with a pair of blue, bikini-styled panties that matched the bra she had just tossed aside. The reinforced crotch of the panties was pulled tightly enough into her sex to reveal the outline of her puffy lips.

Almost nonchalantly, she eased the panties down, sliding them off her feet. She turned toward me, holding the panties in her hand and twirling them around her index finger. Now totally naked, she was gorgeous beyond words. I had already drooled over her hairless slit on more than one occasion. Tonight was no different.

On one of the twirls of the panties, she let go and the garment headed in my direction. I caught it in mid-air, laughing gleefully. I held the silky undies in the palm of my hand. "Nice show! Is there an encore?"

Heather laughed. "I only do one show on Friday nights. You'll have to buy another ticket for tomorrow's show. Where is my white nightie?"

She turned around and opened the armoire. When she bent over slightly to retrieve her nightie, I stared at her unbelievably beautiful ass. It took all of my willpower not to jump her bones then and there, but I had a little romance planned first. I watched as Heather let the sheer white garment fall sleekly down her body. She turned and faced me again. Like my own outfit, the gossamer material left nothing to the imagination. If anything, the sweet softness of the nightie gave her more sex appeal than if she had been wearing nothing. 

"Shall we hop into bed?" she asked with a sly smile.

"Not quite yet," I said. "I have a surprise."

I turned on the CD player. The CD was already in place. I pressed the forward button to one of the most romantic songs I had ever known. The soft, mellow voice of Beth Nielsen Chapman filled the room.

'Baby, dance with me slow Let me fly with you While the band plays low Till the night is through...'

I opened my arms and Heather slinked into them. We danced, slowly, our eyes locked onto each other's. I pulled her closer until our breasts touched. I drew her right hand close to my left shoulder. We swayed to the music, barely moving. I knew in my heart of hearts it didn't get much better than this. Soon we were cheek to cheek, still flowing with music.

'The lights of the candles Look like stars around the room I'll try to be careful But I know I'm not immune 'Cause I just can't imagine How I'd ever come to harm With this feeling that I'm feeling As I'm drowning in your arms'

Her cheeks were soft as baby skin. Parting her long red hair, I gently scraped the back of her neck with my fingertips. She cooed. We were dancing slowly, but we had hardly moved an inch from where we started. 

"Oh, baby," I whispered softly into her ear. "I love you."

"And I love you, too."

'Baby, dance with me slow Till we barely move Let that crowd rock and roll While we share this groove And float like two shadows In and out and in between, Those faces around us At the edges of this dream. And it won't even matter If they stare as we go by I'm aware of only your love In this world of you and I'

We kissed, softly at first, still swaying to the sexy lyrics surrounding us. Heather's lips were nice and full and oh-so-pliable. When we kissed like this, just the two of us, the world around us seemed to disappear. Heather's tongue moved so easily into my mouth I hardly realized it was there. I pulled her tightly into me, our pubic bones grinding gently together. It was a moment I would never forget.

'Baby, dance with me slow Let me fly with you Let me fly with you...'

Yes, here I was, flying with my darling Heather. As the last strains of the music ended, I turned slightly to my left and hit the 'off' button on the stereo. I gracefully eased her to the bed. A moment later we were wrapped in each other's arms, kissing passionately. Heather's right leg draped over my hips. She dug her heel into my ass and drew me closer to her. 

"I want you so much, Beth," she whispered into the kiss.

Her body was warm and inviting. Her kisses were deep and full of wonder and excitement. When Heather made love, she gave her all. Each time we made love it seemed new and different. When she reached under the top of my baby-dolls and cupped my breast, I moaned softly. Her touch sent electric shocks throughout my body. Using just the side of her thumb, she quickly drew my nipple into full erection with a side to side movement. 

Suddenly, she pushed the baby-doll top up to my neck, broke the kiss, and moved her head between my breasts. I laid my head back on the pillow and enjoyed her exquisitely sensual touch. She licked and kissed my chest, coming close to, but never quite touching the breasts that yearned for her lips. She had a way of teasing me until I nearly died from anticipation, but I loved every sweet moment. 

When she finally pursed her lips over my aching nipple, I gasped out loud. She suckled me like a baby, drawing my entire nipple into her mouth before laving it with the flat of her tongue. She knew there was a nerve that ran from my nipple to my clit. My nipples were so sensitive, I had cum more than a few times just by having them suckled. Using only the tip of her tongue, she teased the nubbin into a pebble-like hardness. I placed my right hand behind her head and drew her face flush against my breast and almost smothered her with my tit. 

Heather had a way of making me purr like a kitten. At once exciting and sensual, it was relaxing as well. She had a way of making sex seem comfortable and nice. It seemed to make my orgasms that much more powerful. When I felt her begin a familiar trail of kisses down my body, I arched my hips to meet her. She swirled her tongue around my belly button. She nibbled on the ruffled top of the baby-doll bottoms. She softly kissed my abdomen over the gossamer material of the baby-doll bottoms. She eased my right leg to the side and kissed my pubis. I arched my body even higher, then dropped my ass quickly to the bed when one of her electric shocks gripped my loins. 

I felt her slipping the bottoms off my hips and down my legs. As she leaned down far enough to ease the garment off of my feet, she lowered her head and kissed the inside of my right knee. She had a knack of finding my erotic zones, and I had plenty of them all over my body. She always made a mental note of where they were and returned often to those areas that yielded my loudest moans. 

She slowly made her way back up my body, making a trail of kisses along the inside of my right thigh. I opened my legs wider, anticipating her next move. It didn't take her long to press her mouth against into my slit and part the puffy lips with her expert tongue. I wasn't wet, I was literally soaked, and she gathered as much of the juice on her tongue as she could.

"Baby, you taste so good," she whispered.

Her tongue was everywhere. When it wasn't circling the outer edge of my vagina, it was so deep inside me I thought she could tickle my throat. When it wasn't licking the outside of my pussy lips, it was laving my clit. She had a way of parting my slit with her tongue and licking through the open folds. I went wild, literally, when she used the tip of tongue on that small but exceedingly sensitive area between vagina and anus, teasing me like no one ever had. 

Suddenly, she pulled my legs back, giving her better access to my ass. She dove right in, her lips and tongue making sweet music over my now tingling anus. I gripped the bed sheet tightly in my hands when she drove her tongue straight into me. I screamed loudly, feeling the pure ecstasy of her indefatigable tongue. She tongue-fucked my asshole until my breathing became ragged and labored. She pulled back long enough to allow me to catch my breath, then dove back in. 

As Heather speared my ass with her tongue, I pulled her body over mine and pushed her nightie up and over her exquisite ass. She moved her knees to either side of my shoulders and dropped her sopping cunt right onto my face. She was a wet as I was, if not more. I poked my nose into the wetness as I pulled my legs as far back as I could, giving her unrestricted access to my ass and pussy. 

Heather's taste was unbelievable, like honey on my lips. She had a sweet habit of grinding her sex over my face, coating my cheeks and forehead with a copious supply of a never-ending flow of juices. While she drove her tongue in and out of my asshole, I probed her vagina with the same reckless abandon. 

When I slapped her derriere loud enough with my right hand to make a cracking sound, she pushed her whole body back into me even harder. It was the first time I even come close to spanking her. It was hardly more than playful, but her reaction told me she liked it. I slapped her again, with a little more authority. I heard her say "mmmmmm" with her mouth plastered against my asshole.

"You like?" I asked, breaking away from her sopping pussy.

I felt her nod her head between my ass cheeks. The next slap was much harder than the first two, enough to leave a slightly reddish hand-print on her alabaster ass. She squirmed in grateful appreciation. For the next few moments, I alternated between licking the entire length of the inside of her vulva and spanking her sweet ass. Every time I spanked her, she moved her hips from side to side and pressed herself harder against my face. 

When Heather moved her lips and tongue from my ass to my cunt, I gave it up. It was too much for me. I felt a familiar tingle in my loins that soon began to build to a loud crescendo within me. I wondered if there was anything more wonderful than an orgasm. Especially one given to me by Heather. Electric currents shot straight up my spine. I braced myself for what was about to happen. My whole body stiffened just before the orgasm enveloped my whole body. I bucked my hips up and down with her mouth still glued to my sex. I know I was flowing like crazy, but she never moved her face from my crotch. Heather came only moments later. 

We both came down slowly. Heather turned and slithered up next to me, nestling her head in the crook of my neck. Both of our faces were sticky with each other's cum. I kissed her cheek and tasted my own juices. We hugged for several wonderful moments.


"We better clean up a bit, woman," I finally said with a sly laugh. 

Taking my cue, she arose from the bed and walked on padded feet to the bathroom. I heard the water running for a few moments. She returned with a warm face cloth and wiped me off gently. It was such a soothing feeling on my face. She threw the face cloth on the nightstand and slid back into my arms.

"You spanked me, you stinker!" she exclaimed with a bright smile. "It still tingles."

"Sorry. I won't do it again."

"Hey! Did I say that I didn't like it?" she asked.

"Well, you called me a 'stinker.' I don't think that is the best way of saying 'I like being spanked.'"

"A proper young lady does not come right out and say she likes to be spanked," she said with a cute giggle.

I laughed. "Is it even proper to spank a proper lady?"

"If the proper lady feels it is proper," she replied.

"Hey, I think we are going in circles here. Get your buns over my lap and we'll see just how much you like it."

I propped a pillow behind my back and sat up on the bed. Red-faced, Heather climbed over me with her delectable derriere pointing skyward. If there ever was an ass that was made to be spanked, this was it. I pulled the nightie back up, exposing her bare buns. She crossed her arms on the bed and rested her head on her forearm, her eyes closed. 

I gently massaged the proffered ass cheeks. The perfect globes were firm, yet pliable enough to dig my fingers into. "Are you ready, young lady?"

"I was born ready," she giggled.

I brought my hand above her ass, palm pointing downward, and gave her a good, hard slap. The muscles were so firm, they hardly rippled. She winced slightly, but took the first blow stoically. I brought the flat of my hand down on the other cheek and she grunted. After several more spanks, her backside was turning a nice shade of pink. It gave off a sweet glow. The spanking was far greater than a few love taps, but hardly enough to be considered painful. It was somewhere between playful and painful. Whatever it was, she was taking it well. Almost too well.

"I'll stop if you want me to," I said.

"Please, don't stop," she begged.

The little stinker liked it. I built her up slowly, not wanting to turn her off to this new experience, but still desiring to show her a little about the crazy world of pain and pleasure. She took all that I could give her and hardly made a peep. Sometimes she even raised her ass up, invitingly. Pink became red. Red became slightly streaked. Still, she seemed to want more.

"I've created a monster," I said.

"What a nice tingle!" she gasped. "I never knew a spanking could be so fucking erotic!"

After a few more delightful spanks, I decided to stop. She could have taken a lot more, but I wanted to leave her wanting more. There would be plenty of other times. Wonderful times. I knew that we were now sharing a relationship only few would ever know. The warmth in my heart was overwhelming.

Yes, I had fallen in love with my Popsicle Girl...

To be continued...



Popsicle Girl Ch. 03



There are times in one’s life when really good things happen to you. Heather was a really good thing. She came along just after I had broken up with my three-year lover and companion, Linda. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. I was just about to climb the walls. It wasn’t exactly real depression, but it certainly was close. Heather was no ordinary girl; she was special. Very special. I had always been drawn to girls with natural red hair and hers was out of this world. I even began to wonder what the shaved little sweetie’s southern forest might like look completely grown out. 

So I asked. “Would you do a really big favor for me?”

I was lounging on the sofa, reading a magazine. She was seated on a reclining chair directly across from me wearing short, off-white, faded and patched cut-offs. Her legs were to die for. “Honey,” she replied with a fake southern drawl, “I’d walk across a thousand miles of burning coals and then I’d do anything you wanted.” Then she laughed. She flashed her famous bright smile with those oh-so-perfect teeth. Her deep blue eyes always seemed playful, maybe even sinful. 

I smiled back. “Silly girl. I was just wondering what a slight change would do for you.”

“Mmmm. A slight change, huh? Why do I think you have an evil idea on your mind?”

“Well, not exactly evil. But you know how much I love your hair.”

Heather looked at me a little quizzically. “I think you have mentioned that once or twice,” she said.

“Well, I was wondering what color it might be if you let it grow out, er…, down there.”

Her faced flushed before she smiled again. “I thought you were reading a magazine over there, and all the while you were thinking about my pussy! Shame on you, young lady!” 

“I can’t think of a nicer thing to think about, babe. But I’m serious. I bet it would be really pretty.”

“Damn, Beth. I thought you were kidding at first. But if you really want me to…”

“I do!” I interrupted. 

“It will take more than a month,” she said, “so that tells me I’ll be part of your life at least until then.”

I frowned at her remark. “Don’t we have a date for New Years?” I asked.

“You never asked me for a date.”

“Well, I am now. So that gives you another six good months,” I said with a flirtatious grin. 

“Just a second. I don’t recall accepting any New Year’s date,” she said, straight-faced, trying her best not smile.

“I guess I assumed you might be interested in going out with me. If I need to find another date…”

Her eyes pierced through the warm air of the living room. “If I even catch you getting that close to another girl, your ass is grass and I’m a lawnmower.”

“Then we have a date?” I asked.

“Only if you ask me properly,” she replied with a cute smirk.

“Okay, Miss Hoyty-Toyty, I shall ask you properly. Actually, I have three desires. First, it would please me beyond all that is pleasurable to see a forest of red hair between your legs, primarily because I want to see if the carpet matches the drapes, so to speak. And, on New Years Eve, I would be honored indeed to have you accompany me to a party as my date. Finally, I would be the happiest girl in the world if you would come over here right now and sit on my face.”

Heather looked stunned for a brief moment, then burst out laughing. “I accept all three offers unconditionally.”

She arose from the chair and sauntered toward me, hands on her hips, her eyes piercing mine. Besides the cut-offs, she was wearing a cute, pink, ribbed tube-top that hugged her breasts tightly. Having recently taken a shower, all I had on was a white, terry-cloth robe and nothing else. She was beautiful beyond compare. 

She didn’t even remove her shorts. She simply straddled my shoulders as I reclined on the sofa and pressed the crotch of her cutoffs against my startled face. I inhaled deeply and smelled that womanly odor I had become so familiar with. Reaching behind her, I put my hands on Heather’s perfect ass, over the top of the heavy cotton material, and pulled her into me. With the crotch of the cut-offs flush against my face, I kissed her all over, pressing my lips as hard as I could against her sex. 

She leaned forward and placed her hands on the arm of the sofa to maintain her balance as she began to grind slowly into me. She moaned softly with each deep grinding movement. My robe had already fallen off the sides of my legs and the sash was beginning to come loose. I dug my nails hard into the thick cotton that covered the greatest ass in the world. I didn’t care if I couldn’t breathe, I just wanted to feel her hard and tight against me. Her womanly smell was becoming more aromatic by the minute.


I ran my hands up the side of her body and pushed the tube-top up and over her breasts. As I looked up from between her legs, the luscious pink nipples and creamy-smooth skin of her tits beckoned my fingers. Using a thumb and forefinger from each hand, I pinched the tiny nubbins hard enough to make her moan. Her face, flushed a bright red, was filled with lust. The more I pinched her nipples, the harder she drove her crotch into my face. My robe was all but off my body now, but I didn’t care. The moment was all about Heather’s grinding cunt.

I pulled my head back from the crotch and took a deep breath. As much as I enjoyed being smothered by Heather’s body, the thought of not being able to take another breath was enough to bring me to reality. Having filled my lungs with air, I wasted no time in diving back in. The more I kissed her, the more I wanted her. 

“I want to taste you,” I husked.

Her breathing was coming in short gasps. She arose from my body and stood next to me, looking down at my parted robe. Her eyes gathered in my nakedness. Her eyes moved slowly along the length of my body. She smiled. Without saying a word, she had told me how much she enjoyed the view. 

I watched her undo the button of the cut-offs and unzip the fly. She pushed the garment down her legs. Before this evening, I had not seen the pretty, soft-pink, French-cut panties she was wearing. Her legs were opened wide enough to reveal a panty crotch that was literally soaked with her juices. She peeled the satiny material over her hips and eased it down her legs. When she stood up straight, her hairless slit, with fully engorged lips, seemed more inviting than ever before. 

She resumed her position over me, her dripping cunt just inches from my face. Her mouth was open in a small perfect “O”. I grabbed her ass again, this time feeling its exquisite fleshiness, and pulled her down to me. She was completely soaked. In a fleeting second, her juices began to coat my face. She moaned loudly as I drove my tongue into the wetness while she pressed her sex flush against my face once more. This time it was without any clothing to prevent me from partaking in this garden of delights. Her taste was unbelievable. It was like honey on my tongue. I couldn’t get enough of her. I licked everywhere I could, from vagina to clit, then back again. I buried my mouth inside the puffy lips. I drove my tongue deep into the honey-pot and wiggled it. I quickly located her already hardened clit and suckled on it like a baby. 

Heather worked her cunt all over my face, leaving a trail of wetness along the way. Every once in a while she lifted herself off of me to give me a chance to take a deep breath. The deep breath served as a signal to renew her assault. Ten minutes passed and my tongue and lips found every part of her that I had come to delight in. I never wanted it to end.

“I’m so close, baby,” she finally said, her voice thick and raspy.

I loved it whenever she came while my mouth was pressed against her pussy. “Close” usually meant three or four more minutes of sucking and licking and nibbling. “Close” always meant that when she did cum, she would almost squirt. Almost, but not quite. Cumming meant a renewed and copious flow of nectar that would pour from her like an opened faucet. “Close” meant I still had enough time to enjoy her cunt for several more minutes. It was more than enjoyment, it was pure pleasure. 

When I began to shake my head back and forth and work my tongue deep into Heather’s vagina, I felt her body stiffen. She reached down, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face as hard as she could into her. She gasped once. Then again. Then one long, loud exhale before she spent all of the lust that had built up inside her into my waiting mouth. I would have drowned in her juices and died a happy woman. I swallowed all I could. 

It took a longer time than usual for Heather to come down. Her whole body shook from time to time as the final tingles of her sweet orgasm sent chills up her spine. Tiny beads of sweat had formed on her brow. Her hair looked slightly disheveled. Her cheeks were rosy-red. 

When she finally arose from her squatting position over my face, she looked down at me and smiled. “You look like you’ve just been through a hurricane, lover.”

“There was torrents of rain,” I said.

She smiled. “I can see that. I should have brought an umbrella.”

“I didn’t need an umbrella. I liked being in the rain,” I said with a broad smile. “You were really wild tonight.”

“I was just doing to you what I like having you do to me,” she whispered.

“I guess that’s the Golden Rule of love, babe. And it sounds like a request for reciprocal behavior.”

She pursed her lips into a half-smile. “I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Lay down on the floor and close your eyes and you will be in for a big surprise,” I said with a silly grin.

“You are such a poet,” she giggled as she eased her body onto the floor and lay on her back, eyes looking skyward. In the process, she wiggled out of the tube-top that had remained encircled above her breasts. She was totally naked now, just the way I liked her. 

I arose from the sofa, running my fingers through my hair in a vain attempt to straighten out the mess she had made of it. She smiled at me as I drew the terry-cloth robe over my shoulders and let it fall silently to the floor behind me. 

“I believe I asked you to close your eyes, dearest,” I said.

She complied.

I moved silently on the carpet in my bare feet until I came to a stop behind my naked sweetie. She looked wickedly exciting in her position flat on the floor. Her breasts rose slightly with each deep breath she took. Her legs were only slightly opened but still revealed the puffy crack at the juncture of her thighs. I turned, facing away from her, and knelt, my knees directly behind her shoulders, my toes on her chest. I put my hands on the carpet to keep from falling. 

“Look up,” I said.

She opened her eyes to a moisture-laden, yawning pussy right above her face. Her eyes widened at the sight. She licked her lips sensually, knowing what was about to happen. After all, turnabout is fair play. But I had something slightly different in mind, at least at first.

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” I said in a firm voice.

“What are you going to do?” she asked as she opened her mouth nice and wide.

“I am going to drip something nice and sweet onto your tongue,” I replied, my voice now thick with lust.

“Omigod, yes!” she exclaimed. “Give me some!”

I was so hot from what Heather had done to me I knew the task would be easy. “Close your eyes and tell me when you feel the first drop.”

I wiggled my hips slightly and felt a small amount of my love juice glide along the inside of my inner labia. The clear moisture suddenly fell upon her waiting tongue. 

She squealed excitedly. “Oh, Beth, YES! I want more!”

“There’s lots more,” I said as I put my hand between my legs and gaped my slit even wider. I jostled the pussy lips just enough with my fingers to allow several more drops of honey to fall straight down. Heather took the drippings on her tongue, then closed her mouth and swallowed.

I had never done anything in my life quite like this, but the thought of dripping my love juices into Heather’s mouth only served to increase the flow coming out of me. I moved a finger into my vagina and stirred the pot some more. This time a lot more of my love for her flowed out of me, straight into her waiting mouth. She opened her eyes and watched the liquid nectar fall from my cunt to her face. She swallowed every drop and asked for more. The little slut couldn’t get enough of my juices.

“Let me help you,” she pleaded. 

She worked her hands between my squatting legs. As soon as I removed my fingers from my sopping pussy, hers replaced them. One index finger from each hand helped to splay my vagina really wide. I could only imagine the view she was getting from below. With just a few wiggles of her fingers, she induced more rain to fall from the sky. She continued to swallow everything I gave to her, greedily. 

After just a few short weeks of living with Heather, I had created a living, breathing slut. And I loved it!

“Time to get even,” I husked, lifting my hips high enough to free her fingers from my love nest. I lowered my hips back down until my hairless slit fastened itself tightly to her face. I wiggled my body hard enough to hear my seemingly endlessly flowing spendings squishing against her skin. Her eager tongue was everywhere. She used the flat of her tongue to lave the entire length of the inside of my vulva. She tickled my clit with just the tip of her tongue. She circled the outside of my vagina and then drove her tongue so deeply into me I thought she could touch my tonsils. She was driving me wild.

Suddenly I felt an index finger at my back door. Without taking my cunt from her face, I leaned forward just enough to give her the access she wanted. The anal entrance had already been lubricated with my own juices. With hardly more than a nudge, I felt the finger glide slowly into me. Before I knew it, the finger was deeply ensconced inside my ass. The feeling was exquisite.

“OHHHHHHHHH!” I cried. 

While she drove her tongue in and out of my slit, she worked her finger in and out of my ass. For the next five minutes, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I could feel something really special building up inside my loins. It was all too much. I gasped out loud as I came, the cum flowing from me in torrents. 

It took me a long time to wind down. My heart raced wildly for several minutes afterward. I turned completely and lay next to the most wonderful woman in the world. Her body, like mine, was still warm from the unbelievably wonderful festivities we had just taken part in. When I finally gathered my composure, I stood up and offered Heather my hand. With our faces and our hair sticky from each other’s juices, we strolled hand-in-hand to the bathroom and took a long, hot, steamy shower. We giggled like teenagers. We lathered each other with sweet-smelling soap. We kissed and hugged as the water ran down upon our bodies. 

I had never been happier. Some might wonder how a redheaded beauty like Heather could end up with someone as plain as me. I wondered too. But not for long. In the weeks and months that followed, we grew together. In fact, Heather had agreed to “grow” where I wanted her to, and she soon sprouted the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. The hair that adorned her lower abdomen was a much lighter red than the hair on head. So the carpet didn’t exactly match the drapes, but the carpet was far more beautiful. Sometimes I sat in bed and just stared at the light-red triangle of soft down. Even the full growth hair was so sparse that it permitted a delightful view through the hairs of the previously hairless slit. Sometimes I kissed the beautiful hairs until my lips grew tired. Sometimes I ran my fingers through the softness. 

Sometimes, in fact more often than not, I closed my eyes before heading off to dreamland and said a silent prayer that all of this would never end. I had fallen deeply in love with my “Popsicle Girl” and was totally awed by how easily sweet Heather had paved my road to happiness. I looked at it another way as well--a real popsicle is the second most lickable thing I know…

to be continued



Popsicle Girl Ch. 04



Heather was an eager learner. Her appetite for sex was insatiable. Although I was supposed to be her “teacher,” I think I learned more from her than she did from me. I know I learned more about love from her than anyone I had ever known. Heather gave freely, asking nothing in return. She was never afraid to experiment, and there seemed to be nothing sexual that she didn’t like. Sometimes she was the aggressor, sometimes I was. Hardly ever was our sex life planned; more often than not it was spontaneous and wonderful. Although I am basically a morning person, if you get my drift, she had to ability to perk me up any time of day or night.

Because we had most of the next day to sit around and relax, we soon discovered that Saturday nights were perfect for our longer forays into making love. Most often we enjoyed a romantic, candle-lit dinner at home before getting into the serious stuff. A glass or two of Forest Glenn Merlot seemed to put a perfect glow into our libidos. On nights like this, she was not the normal, chatty person she was most of the time. In fact, her quiet solitude contrasted beautifully with the “other” Heather. Perhaps it was the sweet anticipation of what would soon be happening. Perhaps it was the deep love we felt for each other when we had time to relax and have a romantic time together, just the two us. 

Despite not leaving the confines of our rented house, we usually dressed more than casually for our Saturday festivities. If fact, it was common for us to dress in separate bedrooms and surprise each other with our respective outfits. It almost felt like we were going on a date, and Heather had a way of making each “date” feel like it was our first one. We didn’t try to dress too sexily, just enough to give the evening a more than casual atmosphere. We were against going out for a romantic evening of dinner and dancing, but being alone together, just the two of us, was always sweet.

It was summertime in the Rockies. That usually meant a nice day of sunshine followed by an evening thunderstorm. The beautiful part of it was that we had a delightful view of the western mountains from the window in the dining room. Storms usually came over the mountain in an array of glowing lightning bolts and loud claps of thunder. As the storms moved eastward, they seemed to gather momentum once they were free of the high terrain and explode upon us before we knew it. We loved watching the approaching storms. 

We had just begun dinner when noticed a storm gathering over Pikes Peak. It was hard to judge a thunder storm’s direction. Sometimes the storms would hug the foothills and never move further eastward, making the area far more green than the eastern plains. Sometimes they would veer north or south and miss us completely, giving us only a thunder and lightning show without torrential downpours of rain. No matter which way a storm went, we were always in awe of nature’s strength and beauty. And there was always the calm after the storm that brought a quietly romantic solitude. 

Scary novels often use thunder storms as a backdrop for fear. Maybe the storms have their frightening moments, but as for Heather and me, we found them to be very romantic. There is something soothing about the sound of rain on a roof or against a window. We sometimes held each other under our blankets and just listened quietly to the pitter-patter of rain drops, knowing that when the rain ended we would be making thunder and lightning of our own.

As the storm clouds gathered to the west, we sat at the dinner table. I looked at Heather and smiled. I couldn’t imagine anyone being more beautiful. She was wearing a tight-fitting, canary-yellow, short-sleeved dress with a thin, black leather belt. Although the dress had a “V” cut at the bodice, it was, unfortunately, too form-fitting to reveal any cleavage, but it did hug her breasts quite nicely. The deep yellow of the dress contrasted beautifully with her red hair. Her deep blue eyes glistened brightly in the candlelight. The atmosphere was perfect. 

I had chosen a white, cotton, button-down blouse, also short-sleeved, and a tight black skirt hemmed just above the knees. The blouse was not exactly sheer, but provided a sexy outline of my lacy-white bra through the thin material. The bra was the only undergarment I wore. I felt really sexy, sitting next to Heather, knowing that under my skirt was nothing but me, and it was all for her. I found that the longer I stayed with Heather, the less I needed panties. Panties were always in the way anyways. Why should I mind that she had quicker, unrestricted access to my goodies?

It was her turn to cook. Prime ribs. Sweet potatoes. Asparagus. Red wine. Our knees touched from time to time as we slowly ate our meal and chatted about a thousand things. Girl talk. Lots of it. Sounds of a soft guitar played sweetly on the stereo. We seldom had desert, but who needed it when there was some delicious after-dinner, extremely low calorie, eating pleasure between both of our legs? 

“Care for another glass of wine, babe,” I said, already holding the bottle over her empty, long-stemmed glass.

She smiled. Her eyes were already slightly glassy, making them look even more sparkling and bright in the soft candle light. “Just half a glass,” she replied. “Or I might think you are trying to get me drunk so you can have your way with me. I hope you are not thinking wicked thoughts, young lady.”

“Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker,” I quipped as I poured the wine. I was already feeling a little giddy from the two glasses I had already consumed and I needed Heather to catch up with me.

She picked up the freshly poured wine and took a sip. A crack of thunder over the top of the house was soon followed by the sound of rain splashing against the window pane. The storm had finally reached us. I placed the bottle down, reached over, and placed my hand on top of Heather’s, squeezing softly. Even in the glow of the candles I could tell she was blushing. 

“You look gorgeous tonight,” I whispered. 

“And you do, too.”

She smelled better than summer roses. “Mmmm, what’s the perfume?” I asked.

“White Diamonds,” she replied. “I just bought some today.”

I brought her hand to my face and smelled her wrist, where she had obviously dabbed some of the perfume. “I like. Very sweet smelling.” I kissed her fingertips as she circled my lips with her index finger.

“I want you so badly, Beth. I have never needed anyone as much as I need you. You have brought something into my life that I had never even dreamed of. Now I wouldn’t trade it away for all the money in the world.”

“You say the nicest things,” I whispered, looking deeply into her soft, blue eyes.

“Only because you are the nicest thing,” she said. “It’s so easy to love you. Thank you for coming into my life.”

Still holding her fingers close to my lips, I moved my other hand to Heather’s downy-soft bright red hair and ran my fingers through it, brushing it away from her ear, exposing a diamond earring that sparkled like her eyes in the candle light. Moving to her face, I caressed her cheek with my fingertips, then ran my index finger over her eyebrow. I loved to touch her and I did so whenever the opportunity arose.

Heather smiled. “If I didn’t know any better, young lady, I would think you are trying to have your way with me.”

“Oh, should I ask first?” I quipped.

“I think you just did,” she whispered as she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and kissed me. 

Heather’s kisses always started slowly, then quietly built into unbridled passion. Her lips were unbelievably soft and pliable, tasting of the wine she had just sipped. Her hand went behind my head and pulled me deeper into the kiss. It was never a real kiss until I felt her tongue. She jutted her tongue into my mouth quickly, two or three times in quick succession, teasing me. She ran the tip of her tongue over my teeth before she drove it all deeply into me. I sucked it in even deeper.  The kiss lasted for several delightful moments. She was already stirring the pot between my legs. 

I explored her eyes with mine. She was truly beautiful. “Would you like to go the bedroom?” I asked.

“I thought you would never ask,” she replied with a sexy wink.

I arose and took her hand in mine. Hand-in-hand, we walked to the bedroom, each of us deep in our own thoughts and anticipations. We stopped in front of the full-length mirror, Heather standing in front of me, facing the mirror. Her legs looked gorgeous in the yellow dress. Suddenly I had an idea.

“Don’t do anything but look in the mirror,” I said. “Keep your arms at your side. And don’t say a word.”

As Heather looked at her own reflection, I moved closer to her, my breasts pressing hard into her back. I looked into the mirror as well, watching my hands move to her waist and hold her tightly. I moved my hands up and down the front of her dress, often nearing but always stopping just below her breasts or above her pubis. Her tummy was flat and firm. Her exercise classes had done wonders for her body. She swayed back into me and smiled.

“Like what you see in the mirror?” I asked in a soft, breathy whisper that fell on the soft red hair covering her ear.

“I love it!” she cooed.

The mirror was doing wonders for my own voyeuristic tendencies. I felt like I was watching a pornographic movie, with me and Heather its only stars. I watched our reflection as I finally brought both of my hands just under her breasts. When I finally cupped them over the bodice, she sighed and leaned her head back, closing her eyes and smiling softly. 

I noticed her closed eyes. “Hey, girl, keep looking!” I insisted. “You are going to miss a great show.”

She opened her eyes just in time to see my hands press inward over her breasts, grasping the goodies beneath the thin cotton of the bodice. She moaned as I squeezed her breasts. I pressed my lower abdomen against her perfectly rounded ass while I watched and toyed with her tits to my heart’s content. 

“Beth, that feels so good!” she said in a thick, lust-filled voice.

If the receiving felt nearly as good as the giving, Heather would be in the same heaven I was in. Her breasts were not big, but they were just big enough for my hands to cover completely.  Her bra was slightly padded, precluding me from feeling her nipples that I was sure by now had risen steadily. Her breasts, like mine, were very sensitive. Sometimes I would “accidentally” brush against them with my arm and she would soon become putty in my hands. 

I moved my hands lower, pressing against Heather’s body the whole way, until they came to rest on her dress-covered thighs. The edge of my thumbs pressed lightly into her groin, oh so close to her sex. I pressed the material of the dress tightly, forcing the pubic bone to jut out against the cotton. I moved my thumbs over the mound and pressed inward from two sides. I could feel the hairs of her pussy through the covering layers of clothes. 

Using my fingers, I started to pull the skirt higher, slowly revealing, inch by sweet inch, her pantyhose covered legs. I looked at her face in the reflection of the mirror; her eyes were following my every movement. She had absolutely gorgeous legs, looking tanned and sleek in the light-brown mesh of the pantyhose. As the skirt moved higher, just above mid-thigh, the mesh turned into a darker and far more opaque shade of brown. Looking over her shoulder into the mirror, I watched the skirt move all the way up her body until it bunched around her waist. Through the dark mesh of the pantyhose I saw the distinct outline of white panties. With her skirt raised as high as it could go, I liked what I saw.

Heather moved her hands back until her palms pressed hard against my thighs. She kneaded the flesh over my skirt. I reached under her completely raised skirt and eased my thumbs into the elasticity of the waistband of the pantyhose. Her eyes widened as she looked into the mirror and saw the hose being slowly lowered to uncover the shiny silkiness of her undergarment. The almost alabaster skin of her thighs contrasted nicely with the dark brown mesh that was now slowly making its way down her legs. She lifted one leg up at a time to allow me to draw the hose completely off of her legs. In the process of taking her pantyhose off, her dress had fallen slightly, but I quickly raised it higher to bring back the reflection of her sexy white panties. 

“You look so sexy like that,” I husked. “But your underwear is in the way of something I really want to see.”

She blushed, then bit her lower lip nervously. She cocked her head back slightly, still looking at the mirror reflecting our bodies and our growing love. Her hands continued to toy with my legs, making sweet music. Her fingertips were as soft as butterfly wings on my bare thighs, sending shivers all over my body. 

“Wanna see Heather’s pussy in the mirror?” I asked teasingly.

She smiled. “Not as much as you do.”

We both looked into the mirror once more. I moved the silky material of the panties slowly downward. I held the garment in place, just as the first glimpse of light-red pubic hairs came into view at the elastic panty top. The scene was unbelievably erotic. It was almost surreal. The pretty, light-red pussy hairs peeked invitingly over the top of the white panties. I was teasing myself with this little show, and I loved every moment of it. I slowly pushed the material lower, finally revealing more and more of Heather’s forest of beautiful curls. When we had first met, she was shaved completely. I had talked her into letting the hair grow, and I was glad I did. It was a bush made for the ages, one made to be adored.

Using my left hand, I held the front of the panties in place at the top of her thighs as I ran the fingers of my free hand through the wonderfully soft down of the triangular forest. She closed her eyes once more, reveling in the feeling of my fingers moving through the outer boundaries of her pussy. I allowed my middle finger to come close to, but never quite touch the already slightly engorged clit that peeked invitingly out of Heather’s slit through the sea of curls. The look on her face told me that her clit was literally begging for relief. 

I felt Heather’s hands pulling up my skirt, inching it higher and higher as it revealed more and more of my own bare legs. Her fingernails lightly scratched my thighs as the material rose slowly upward. Since I was standing behind her, her body covered most of what she was doing behind her back; the mirror captured only fleeting glimpses of her hands on my bare legs. 

I eased Heather’s panties further down until, upon reaching mid-thigh, they fell silently, of their own accord, to the floor in the circle around her feet. She stepped out of the circle and turned around to face me, my skirt already well above my ass. She looked down at my partially naked body. Her eyes widened and she smiled. She moved her face toward mine. “You aren’t wearing any panties, you stinker,” she breathed into a passion-filled kiss.

“Panties only get in the way,” I whispered into her mouth. Her lips felt softer than they ever had.

When we finally broke the kiss, I looked into the mirror once more. This time the reflection revealed Heather’s absolutely beautiful backside. Like my skirt, her dress was pulled high enough to give me an unobstructed view of the perfectly rounded buns that had caught my attention even before we had formally met. I reached behind her and grasped the globes tightly, feeling the firm fleshiness beneath my fingers. She did the same to me and we stood like that, for several wonderful moments, playing with each other’s asses. 

Still in awe of the beautiful reflection in the mirror, I moved my right hand to the back of Heather’s dress and drew the zipper down all the way to her waist. As the dress opened into a wide “V”, her delightfully freckled back came into view. I used my fingernails to scratch the skin, ever so lightly, from one side of her shoulder to the other. She swooned in my arms. 

She leaned back far enough to allow me to pull the top of her dress down her arms. Her bra, like her panties, was made of a silky-like material with no lace or embroidery. Only a slight amount of cleavage showed. I reached in front of her body and undid the leather belt at her waist. Looking in the mirror, I watched the dress fall down, soft as a handkerchief, to the floor around her feet.  Then, reaching behind her once more, I unhooked the back of the bra. The straps glided slowly down her arms. I pulled my head back and looked at Heather’s totally naked body. Her pink-tipped breasts were absolutely gorgeous. She allowed me to feast on the eye-candy for only a short time before she plastered her body against me and kissed me once more, long and hard, telling me without words how much she wanted me.

When the kiss finally ended, I whispered, “Dear Heather, I think I am over-dressed for this occasion.”

Heather laughed. “Not for long, sweetie.”

I stepped back, allowing her to unbutton the front of my blouse. Her eyes followed her hands as she moved from button to button. With the last button undone, and my blouse opened wide, she pulled the garment from my skirt and let if fall behind me. She soothed the sides of my skirt down my hips before unzipping me and pushing the skirt all the way down and off. I turned my back to her, giving her easy access to the bra clasp in the center of my back. She unclasped it and slid the straps over my shoulders. When she lightly kissed the nape of my neck, my whole body shivered.  

I turned around and faced her once more, the both of us now totally naked. This time our embrace was warm and soft, skin to skin, breast to breast, belly to belly. Her soft pubic hairs pressed against my right thigh. We kissed until our lips became tired, rested for a brief moment, then kissed some more. Our tongues fought each other for territory inside our mouths. I don’t even remember how we did it, but the next thing I recalled was being next to her, on the bed, embracing once more, our legs tangled together, our bodies pressed tightly together.

Breaking the latest of our sweet kisses, I looked down at my sweet Heather and smiled. She smiled back and my heart melted on the spot. The love I felt for her was almost overpowering. To know her was to love her. It was a simple as that. 

“I want to try something new tonight,” I whispered.

“Uh-oh,” she laughed, “why do I think I am about to get ravaged by you somehow? ”

“Maybe because you are right. But would that be so wrong?”

She laughed again. “Well, I have never complained before. You have made everything so wonderful. Each time we make love is like the first time. I could never get tired of you, Beth.”

“And you trust me, right?” I asked.

She looked at me quizzically. “Of course,” she replied.

“You’ll need trust for this next little session. Lots of it. But don’t worry. You will be on the receiving end the whole time. My pleasure will come in the giving.”

“That’s what I was afraid of,” she said with a wry smile.

I arose from the bed, walked over to the closet, and pulled out a brown grocery bag filled with a variety of new “toys” I had purchased just for an occasion such as this one. I reached into the bag and pulled out a black blindfold. I moved slowly toward her, a sexy look on my face. She looked at me, wide-eyed, as I approached the bed with the blindfold dangling from my right hand. 

“The blindfold is to make sure you can’t see what I am going to do, only feel it.” She gulped slightly as I drew the blindfold over her head and covered her eyes. ‘Be honest, no cheating, can you see anything?” I asked.

“It’s dark in here,” she giggled.

I moved back to the brown back and took out four pieces of nylon rope, each a little over two feet in length. I sauntered back to the bed, looking down at her delightfully naked flesh. Her legs were slightly parted, offering me a exceedingly pleasant view of her reddish, down-covered crotch. 




Popsicle Girl Ch. 04



“Raise your arms above your head,” I said in a commanding voice.

Blushing profusely, she raised them. I took one of the pieces of rope and began looping the nylon around her left wrist. “Omigod!” she exclaimed, realizing what I was doing. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“Don’t be scared. Just enjoy,” I said in a soothing voice, trying to ease her initial fears. I tied the pieces of rope just tightly enough to keep her wrists from pulling through the loops.

I drew the rope around her other wrist, then pulled her arms back toward the headboard. The bed had four posts, one in each corner. The bed was perfectly built for a light bondage session. I secured the rope dangling from each wrist around the two posts at each side of the headboard, causing her arms to extend back and to the sides. Heather’s face was beet-red. 

Kneeling on the bed next to my naked angel, I tied a piece of rope to her left ankle. I pulled her leg far to the side. The rope was just long enough to make its way around the lower bedpost.  Moving to her other side, I did the same to her right ankle. In pulling her right leg over, her cunt gaped open, giving me a delightful view of the pink moistness inside the open slit. A droplet of the moisture slid from vagina and came to rest on her exposed crinkled anus. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her freckled skin had a rosy-pink hue above her beautiful breasts.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“A little nervous, but I’m fine,” she replied. Her voice showed her fear. She pulled in vain at the ropes that held her wrists in place.

“I want you to be a little nervous. Fear is a part of this game. I promise I won’t hurt you.” I thought for a second, then added in a soft, sexy voice, “Well, at least not too much.”

I got up from the bed and stood next to my naked, bound Heather. The view was amazing. Her breasts stood firm; tiny beads of perspiration dotted the landscape between her tits. Her legs were spread really wide. The light-red pussy hairs looked so natural and contrasted perfectly with the alabaster white of her flat abdomen. Her legs were long and sleek. Her curled toes were ample evidence that she was aroused by being bound in this manner.

With the blindfold snuggly in place, she would have no idea what might be happening to her next. She bit her lower lip in anxious anticipation. With a slow, quiet movement, to prevent her from even sensing what I was doing, I bent over and placed my mouth just above her left breast, only millimeters from her pink nipple. Suddenly I took a quick, playful bite of the pebble-hard nubbin. She screamed, not from pain, but from the mental impact of not knowing the bite was coming. I suckled the nipple for several delightful moments before raising my head.

“That was kinda fun,” I said, looking back down at Heather’s naked, splayed body.

Heather’s face was completely flushed. “You can’t believe what this is like until you actually do it,” she said. “Not being able to see what you are about to do makes all the difference in the world. The suspense is killing me! I’ve never done this before, but I think I could learn to like it.”

Moving imperceptively, I inched my way to Heather’s midsection. Her yawning pussy looked terribly inviting. I moved my hand slowly to the middle of her wide-spread legs and again without warning, suddenly plunged my middle finger deep into her soaked pussy. She screamed louder this time, her hips jerking upward. 

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE,” she cried at the unforeseen surprise.

I flattened my palm against her puffy vulva and finger-fucked her. The sounds of sloshing juices inside her cunt was music to my ears. She moaned loudly. She thrashed back and forth on the bed as best she could, her body held in place by the ropes at her feet. I wiggled my finger inside her and gathered as much of the juices as I could. When I finally withdrew my finger, it glistened with her sweet nectar. 

Stealthily, I moved toward her face. Her lips were slightly parted. I could tell she was using her sense of hearing to try to determine where I was. I smiled as my cum-filled finger moved closer to her mouth. Not wanting to give her sense of smell a chance to give away my next move, I quickly shoved the finger between her lips, right onto her tongue, giving her a taste of her own juices. She gasped out loud.

“Suck it clean,” I ordered.

Red-faced, she sucked greedily upon my middle finger and happily swallowed her own honey-dew. The little slut would do anything I wanted her to. She was my captive, for the moment at least, and she was loving all of it.

With her blindfold still in place, I removed my finger and went back to my bag of tricks. I quickly located a long, thin, jelly-like, battery-operated dildo. I didn’t turn it on until I was seated on the bed next to her sprawled body. The buzzing sound, when I turned it was on, filled the room. She sensed immediately what it was. With the device vibrating, I ran it through the pussy hairs that adorned her lower abdomen. She clasped her hands around the ropes that were holding her tightly to the headboard as I moved the head of the dildo over the pubic mound and into soft folds of her pussy. When the vibrating head came into contact with her clit, she moaned loudly and lifted her hips up to accommodate me. I wasn’t a real fan of “toys,” but this kind of bondage, with her legs spread wide open, was perfect for toy use. 

I moved the shaft of the dildo up and down and finally into Heather’s glistening slit. She continued to arch hips approvingly of the device as the vibrating tip neared her vagina. I tipped the shaft forward and eased the head into her copiously flowing juices. She gasped out loud as she felt the vibrator enter her slit. I kept the head of the dildo at the edge of her vagina for several delicious moments. She squirmed and squealed in delight.  When I eased the entire penis-like device into her, letting the vibrations inside her cunt do wonders, she thrashed back and forth on the bed, with only as much room as the ropes would allow her. 

“Oh, that feels so good!” she cried.

I watched the entire shaft disappear into the curly forest. It became coated quickly with her juices. Even above the noise of the vibrator, the squishy sounds inside her pussy were loud and clear. I began to fuck her with the vibrator, moving it in and out of her vagina slowly at first, then building to a crescendo.  She bucked her hips up and down as I drove the device as deep as I could, then pulled it almost all of the way out before jamming it home again. 

Heather was making unintelligible gibberish now. Words like “nggggggggggh” and “uhhhhhhhh.” Beads of sweat formed on her brow. Suddenly her whole body stiffened. I held the dildo deep inside her as she screamed and came. 

When I finally withdrew the device, it glistened brightly with her juices. She came down slowly, her head moving back and forth from to time as the last vestiges of her orgasm tingled inside her cunt. I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her pussy hairs. The smell emanating from between her parted legs wafted into my nostrils. It was an aroma I had come to love.

“That was beautiful,” she panted. “Can we take the blindfold off now?”

“When we are done, sweetie.”

Her face contorted into another quizzical look. “We’re not done?” she asked.

“We’ve only just begun.”

I thought I saw a smile on her lips. The little stinker was ready for more. I got up and put the dildo in the bathroom, where I could wash it later. I had Heather eating out of my hand now. If she was willing to be tied up like this, totally helpless, she was ready for anything my little heart desired.

I returned to my bag of toys and took out a black leather riding crop that I had purchased several days ago just for this kind of occasion, its shaft looking thin and mean. At the tip of the crop was a folded-over piece of triangular leather, perhaps an inch and a half wide.  I slowly strode over to Heather. She had no idea what I had in my hand or what I had on my mind.

“Okay,” I said as I stood next to her naked body. “The safe-word is ‘mercy.’ If you say the safe-word, I stop what I am doing immediately. If I don’t hear the safe-word, I’ll assume that what I am doing is not hurting you and that you like it. Do you understand, young lady?”

I could almost hear Heather’s mind working behind her blindfold. There was obviously something I was about to do that might cause her some pain. She didn’t answer me at first.

I looked down at her and said, “I promised earlier I would not hurt you too much. Not more than you are able to take. It’s all about trust, babe.”

“I… I trust you,” she finally blurted.

I took the leather tip of the riding crop and ran it through her sweet pussy hairs. She had no idea what I was using touch the curls. Then, without warning, I lifted the crop away from the red forest and brought the tip down hard enough to make a soft cracking sound on the skin just about the hairs. The desired effect was more frightening than painful. The sound echoed throughout the room. 

“Ahhhhhhh!” she cried. “What was that?”

“Easy, babe. Did that hurt too much?”

“No,” she admitted, “but you scared the shit out of me.”

“What’s the safe-word?” I asked.

“M-mercy,” she stutteringly replied.

“Did I hear you say the safe-word?”

“No. I’ll never say it!”

My, what a brave little girl! The next snap of leather fell on the inside of Heather’s left thigh. More sensitive than the area above her pubis, the pain was slightly more than she had just felt. She gasped out loud. A slight redness appeared where the blow had landed, but I had purposely made it soft enough to yield only the color change to the skin. I looked down at her once more. 

“No safe-word?” I asked again.

She gritted her teeth. “No!” she said stoically.

I moved the tip of the crop to just above the right thigh, then brought it down with the same velocity I had used on the left side. Her hips jumped slightly off of the bed and she made a deep throaty sound that spoke only slightly of pain and a lot more of fear. She had no idea where the next blow might land.

Instead of asking her if she needed to use the safe-word each time I drove the tip of the riding crop against her delicate skin, I continued a triangular pattern involving each of her thighs and her lower abdomen, varying the pattern often enough so she would be unable to know where the next blow would hit. Her fear was in not knowing where the next strike would be. My happiness was in having the power to deliver each blow where and when I wanted to.

Heather knew I would never hurt her more than she could take. Although none of the blows were hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, I was amazed at her high threshold of pain and her ability to withstand this new surprise to her life. I had the feeling I could have given her much harder blows, but I didn’t want to scare her too much. This just might bring a whole new excitement to our lives.

After several moments I said, “Do you want me to stop?”

There was a pregnant pause before she finally replied, “No. I think I like it.”

I decided to turn my attention to another area. Her chest heaved with each breath and her creamy-smooth breasts rose and fell before my eyes. I moved the tip of the riding crop to the side of her left breast and, without warning, snapped it lightly on the sensitive skin.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she cried. The surprise proved more powerful than the slight pain she may have felt.

I moved the crop to just above her right nipple and flicked it just enough to make a light slapping sound. She bucked her body up and down and screamed loudly again. I had seen movies of much more severe activities involving whips and breasts and pussies and asses. What I was doing was basically mild in comparison, but the desired effect of total surprise made the scene perfect. I tapped each of her nipples several times as she tossed her head back and forth.

“Want some more?” I asked.

“Oh, yes, please,” she begged. It was more than obvious that I had created a monster. She was really getting into this in a big way, and I loved it!

“The I need to turn you over so I can bake your backside a bit, then.” I kept her blindfold in place, but untied her wrists and ankles. There were no rope burns on her extremities. “Turn over on your tummy,” I commanded.

She turned over, her delightful ass pointing skyward. I secured her wrists and ankles with the ropes once more, leaving her totally helpless, her legs and arms once again splayed wide. Her ass was made to be toyed with. It was, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the best part of her body. It was the nicest ass I had ever seen, bar none. And now it was mine for the taking. The only limit was my imagination.

I tapped the leather flange on the upturned buns several times, very softly, in quick succession. She clenched her ass in anticipation of the next blow, but I waited until she unclenched her cheeks before I brought the riding crop down just a bit more hard than I had on the front of her body. 

“OH!” she cried. “That hurts.”

“Sorry, babe. I’ll ease up.”

“I didn’t say to ease up,” she said with a slight protest in her voice. “I just said it hurts, that’s all.”

“But not too much?” I asked.

“Maybe it hurts just right,” she admitted.

I smiled. She liked it more than I thought she would. My sweet baby girl was a bit of a pain slut. I would never, ever cause her real pain. In a million years I could never hurt her. I would respect her limits. If she liked a spanking or a mild whipping or light bondage, all the better for our relationship so I could allow my dominant side to come through. But, in the back of my mind, I knew I would carefully explore this new part of our relationship.

I gave her ass at least a dozen good swats, varying the pace and the pattern so she would never know when I would strike her next. Her ass cheeks blushed a bright red, but it never became too painful for her. She made lots of noises, she squealed from time to time, but she took it all without a murmur of regret. In fact, more than once, she lifted her ass off the bed as an invitation to the riding crop.

When I finally removed the blindfold and the ropes and turned her over, her face glowed. She smiled. A bright, happy smile. “How did I do?” she asked.

I smiled back. “Much better than I thought you would,” I replied.

I climbed in bed next to her, but with my face toward her feet. Her legs were still invitingly wide open. Her red-haired pussy beckoned to me. I lifted her right leg over my hip as I eased my body toward her, my right leg moving under her left hip. I looked up at her from this strange position and smiled. She looked down in time to see my cunt come into contact with hers, scissor-like. 

“This is your reward for being so good,” I whispered, pressing my sex tightly against hers and beginning a slow, grinding motion. 

The feeling of Heather’s pubic hairs sliding against my shaved cunt, our vulvas embracing in their own loving way, was unbelievably wild. Her sex was puffy, soft and wet. Call it penis envy if you want, but I suddenly wished my clit was long enough to fit inside her vagina. Both of us were grinding against each other, pressing our bodies together in a sweet frenzy of unbelievable excitement. We worked our pussies against each other for at least ten minutes, back and forth. It was non-stop pussy to pussy. Our juices flowed like faucets and mingled together. The feeling was wonderful. Clit upon clit. Her soft but oh-so-wet pussy hairs played sweet music on my bald pubes. It was wet and sloppy and kinky and absolutely out of this world great! The more I gave my cunt to Heather, the more she gave back. Our bodies melded together. We moaned in unison. Musical sounds of love filled the room. I closed my eyes and let the wonderful feelings wash over me. Nothing else could have felt this perfect.

For the first time in our short-lived love life we came together, exactly at the same time. The entire evening of emotions washed over us, wave upon wave, as our mutual orgasms sent rockets skyward. Electricity had seemed to move from one grinding pussy to the other. We didn’t unclasp our bodies until we had both come down from our highs. I hated it when I removed my pussy from hers.

Outside, in the world beyond our bedroom, the last claps of thunder sounded in the distance. The storm had passed over us and we had hardly heard it. I got up as soon as I came down from the beautiful orgasm and opened a window to let the newly freshened air in. Heather’s smile as I turned back to her said it all. Love shined in her eyes. I returned the smile of love with of my own. Without a word, we had just spoken of joy and happiness.  

I climbed back into bed and snuggled up to this sweet, wonderful, beautiful love of my life.  I kissed her the tip of her nose. When she closed her eyes, I softly kissed her eyelids. I brushed my fingertips across her forehead.

“I love you, Heather,” I whispered softly.

She smiled. “I love you, Beth.”

Despite my best endeavors to avoid problems during this most romantic of times, we would, unfortunately, soon discover that the most difficult part of our new relationship would occur this very evening. Difficult you ask? After a lovely dinner and sweet music and torrid sex? After teaching Heather the wonderful joys of bondage? After a mutually exciting orgasm? Well, actually, to be quite honest, the problem was not insurmountable at all; in fact, it was certainly solvable, but it did require a great deal of ingenuity on both of our parts. After all, neither of us had ever seen a wet spot on a bed sheet nearly as large the one we now were going to have to avoid for the rest of the evening. The wet spot where two cunts had come together and become consumed in a fire of lust. The wet spot of all wet spots. Such simple things are often the problems of love.

I looked forward to the days ahead. Heather had become my soul mate. My confidante. My best friend. My constant companion. My lover. She was like a hundred unread books, each chapter with a totally different make-up, to be taken in slowly and savored, page by wonderful page. Learning about her, inside and out, day after day, would become the happiest part of my life. I would learn to live for the wonderfully sweet taste of her lips on mine. But, then again, isn’t trying to get to the core of a popsicle what life is all about?

To be continued…