15 comments/ 95879 views/ 14 favorites Seducing Carmen Completely By: AVixenLiterally Hi. My name is Michelle. I'm 39, single, just coming out of a four year relationship; bitch just up and left me one day. A note on the kitchen table, her things gone -- and a few of mine, thank you very much!! Sigh! Oh well. I cried for a week. Now I just go back and forth between numb and angry. Umm, you didn't start this story to hear about my trials and tribulations, so I'll get started. I'm supervisor of my department; I've been there since I came out of college actually. I know -- a bit unusual in this day and age. Truth be told -- ours is a company that doesn't particularly pay all that well in the beginning; they make it that way to see if people will stick around. If they do, and many don't, then the rewards - and money - begin to grow quite nicely as you move up the ladder. This is my fourth promotion; I'm up over $75,000 per year. It's not a queen's ransom but it makes for a comfortable lifestyle. I have my own place; well, yes -- the bank owns it, I pay my 'tithe' every month. A car, not new, but recent and paid for -- I like it. A car in the city is a bit much, but it comes in handy now and then. On to the story. I have several friends I've met online over the years; all women, of course -- oh, sorry, yes, I'm gay. You may have gathered as much. I was online with one of them one night and the talk had come back, again, to the subject of a girl I had taken notice of at work. Here's some of the dialogue: She: So you fancy someone at work? testing Me: actually yes ... She: (Giggle) there's your story Me: If I did something at work, it might be non-consensual ... a straight girl makes a mistake and gets taken ... She: Exactly, you want to keep your job, you have to please me sort of thing Me: it's dangerous -- her being straight and both of us working at the same company She: Yes, it's dangerous, after a fashion -- but that adds to the sense of excitement in it -- that, and, of course, you turning this young, inexperienced young woman ... introducing her to sex between women Me: I know, it does ... I see her every day and think of her at night -- often. wink Have you done this with any in your department? She: Oh yes, quite. There are several who now serve me, and in fact, they are often 'helpers' as I introduce a newbie ... if one of my pets has been particularly 'good' she gets to enjoy the 'rookie' The object of my attention? Her name is Carmen. She is from Pittsburgh, stunningly beautiful. Came to our city to go to college and stayed afterward. Gorgeous, soft brown eyes, full lips, a gorgeous round face, long, straight, beautiful dark brown hair. Short, but a completely stunning, slender figure with a bust that could bring me to 'flood stage' all too quickly, thank you so much. She wasn't shy; quiet would be more apt. Family: one (a sister) of two children, devout Italian Catholics. Parents: a stay-at-home mother, and a dad who, apparently, does well. I overheard her in the lunch room one day complaining to one of the other young women that she hadn't had a date in some time. Men are such idiots. So my friend rather egged me on. It was decided that, having read her resume again, I would approach her under the guise of needing help editing a story for a 'friend.' The friend was me, of course -- she need not know that. I was writing dialogue for a conversation and had gotten stuck on a few phrases. It was rather obvious from the dialogue that it was between two women and very graphic. I would set the 'trap' so to speak with the dialogue, and, at my friend's suggestion add to it with a little something special. I would wet the paper with the juices from my pussy. My scent on them, we thought, would be unmistakable and I would be closely observing her reaction to it. Just one page -- it should be enough. So the trap was set, the prey baited. I waited for the day; it was a late afternoon -- most had left. I had seen to it she'd been given extra work that would require her to stay late -- as it was a time sensitive task. The caring boss (me) came by to check on the young, unsuspecting employee. My mouth wasn't the only thing watering as I approached her. "Carmen, I see you're here late today. Is the report going to be finished by tomorrow as the client has requested?" "Oh yes absolutely, Ms. Johnson; really, I've got most of it either finished or nearly finished. I thought I'd stay a bit late and re-check a few things to make sure they match up correctly; then I shouldn't have to worry about the final numbers being right." "That's simply brilliant of you dear; good thinking -- save you a lot of extra worry at the end. I knew I could count on you." She blushed beautifully. I wanted to fall to my knees and have her right there. "Ms. Johnson, you've made me blush (wink) at your kind words. Thank you so much." "You must have plans tonight -- someone as young and lovely as you must have someone interested." Her face fell. I actually felt bad for her; it was a bit cruel. "Umm, no, I'm not seeing anyone right now." I changed topics. "Carmen, if I remember, you majored in English in college." "Yes, I did; a double major actually, English and Accounting." "Ah yes, that's right. Well, did you do some writing in your studies? Other than the usual papers and things?" "Why yes. In fact, I wrote some poetry now and then, and had my hand at writing some little short stories and things." "Oh my! Really? I do hope you let that find its wings and grow. I wonder if I might ask for your help. A friend of mine, who I've met online, has sent me a story of hers to edit. Part of it is dialogue and I'm stuck with a few pieces of it. Would you mind taking a peek at it -- on your free time, of course, and see if you can untangle some of the phrases that I can't seem to fix properly?" "Oh that would be just wonderful. Yes, of course; that's so sweet of you to ask me!" "Carmen, I don't mean to overstep boundaries -- being your boss and such -- but if you might allow, perhaps I might persuade you to go to dinner with me when you're finished here. We could review and discuss this then." I gave her my sweetest smile. "No, not at all. I think I might like that. Yes, let me finish and I'll come by your office. Thank you. I think this will be fun." Oh, my darling Carmen, you have no idea! I counted the minutes as they dragged by. I had gone to the ladies room to add my 'perfume' to the paper. Twenty two minutes later Carmen knocked on the door. I stood, grabbed my purse and coat, smiled and said, "So did you get accomplished all you'd set out to do?" I walked with her to the elevator, pushed for it, and we waited. "Yes, I was actually quite pleased. Tomorrow ought to go quite smoothly and quickly. I might have it ready for you early." She smiled. "Thank you so much for the dinner invitation. It was a nice surprise." The elevator door closed. After exiting the building, we chatted as we walked to the restaurant, which was only a block and a half away. I asked for a table; it was early and we were led to a booth. Menus were placed in front of us; our server would be by shortly. We sat and smiled. I had to avert my eyes from hers; just too gorgeous. I knew exactly what I wanted, and the food here was very good as well. I stared at the menu as if it were in a foreign language. "I come here fairly often, Carmen; if you have questions about any menu items feel free to ask. I'd be happy to let you know what dishes I personally prefer." The server came. I ordered a wine. "Please dear, have whatever you choose." She ordered wine as well. How cute. I might see if she might allow herself to have perhaps just a bit too much. "You've been with us for over a year now, isn't that right, Carmen? I hope your review was satisfactory. I know entry level positions don't pay much; the higher ups do that for a reason. Please don't let that be a discouragement." "I'm making do, Ms. Johnson. My dad sends me a little bit every month, though it pains me to take it. I live within my means. Given the economy I was happy to find work and I'm enjoying it. The women I work with are mostly my age; that makes it nice too." "I'm delighted to hear it." Our drinks arrived. We ordered. I lifted my glass. "To your continued success young lady. I do hope you have a successful career." She flushed quite thoroughly again. I watched her as I sipped. She tried to hide it; it was clear she didn't drink wine this good that often. "So tell me about the writing you've done." She went on and on. Her face got more and more animated as she talked. Oh lord, she truly is beautiful. She used her hands quite a bit as she talked. They're small, thin, and lovely. Her breasts jutted; they threatened to burst the buttons. I wanted them in my mouth. Who needs an appetizer; I was gazing at mine. "Oh that sounds simply marvelous. I envy you your talent and creativity. I read the stories my friend writes and I just ... they take me away completely. I am drawn into the characters and the story lines. I envy those of you who have the gift." I thought she might melt at my words. We ate and chatted lightly. I ordered more wine for both of us. She really is a delightful young woman. Much more interesting and well read than one might guess if the only contact with her was at work. I had my mind set on more but this was turning into a very lovely night. She finally asked me about the 'reason' for my invitation. I laughed softly. "Oh, I know her from online chats and such. It started with an email I sent after reading one of her stories. She replied, we emailed back and forth, and we began chatting. She's very nice, just a bit younger than I am, and in a very lovely relationship with her sweetheart. It's a bit of an odd coincidence; both women work at the same company; one started after their relationship had begun." I smiled sweetly. "Her writing is very hot, very erotic, and extraordinarily well crafted." Her eyes widened with my every word. "She's a lesbian?" I had to dig my fingernails into my thigh. "Oh my yes dear, she's very openly gay. They both are. It's quite sweet really; she describes how they live, where they work, and some of their adventures in their life." She was very quiet for a very long time. When the second glass of wine came she took a healthy sip. She stared intently at the glass before she spoke. "I knew some girls in college who were gay. A few of them came on to me." Her voice went very soft. "I never did do anything with any of them -- but I admit to wondering about it from time to time. My family takes being Catholic very seriously. I don't know if I ..." her voice trailed off. I tried to bring her back to the 'task.' "Perhaps if I give you the page with the dialogue, you could give it a read and your impressions of how it might be improved." She snapped out of her reverie and nodded. I grabbed the folded page from my purse and set it in front of her. This, I thought, would be interesting. She hesitated for a moment, in contemplation, and slowly opened it, turned it around, and began to read. Miss: In my lap then pet Miss: My pet will be treated royally today Pet: Yes miss ... thank you Miss: And she does not give me kisses, thank you, she will receive them as a reward for her recent performances. Pet: Well then, have at me miss ... still in my robe Miss: Taking your face, your pretty, pretty face, in my hands, cupping your cheeks, Miss: my thumbs grazing your chin, slowly, lovingly. Miss: Moving one finger to my mouth, wetting it thoroughly, Miss: anointing your lips with my saliva Miss: Glisten Miss: Shine Miss: Glow Miss: for me pet Miss: I love the way your lips spread into a spontaneous smile for me Pet: blushing Miss: Pearly white teeth Miss: Mint? Do I smell mint? Pet: toothpaste Miss: Smells good on you, blends in perfectly with your natural mouth scent Miss: Sexy and cool, what a mix Miss: My hand moves to the back of your head Miss: Draws you closer Miss: and closer Miss: Our lips touch, just fleetingly Miss: I whisper into your mouth, Miss: You Miss: are Miss: wonderful Miss: as my pet Miss: and as my friend. Miss: Your breath warms mine Miss: mingling Miss: still holding us apart Miss: testing your patience Miss: Will you give in? Miss: and crush your lips to mine? Miss: or will you wait? Miss: to be taken? Miss: Mouth open, barriers removed, awaiting my invading tongue? Miss: Yes, you may pet, I know you are, so I might as well give you permission Pet: ::good grief ... she knew:: Miss: She always knows pet Miss: You tell me, in your thoughts, miss I am being naughty without permission Miss: This time I give permission, pet Miss: Do unto yourself as you wish I do unto you Pet: :(moaning) Miss: Louder pet!! Miss: Shake the rafters Pet: Say the word miss ... please! Miss: Now pet Miss: Any time is NOW time pet Pet: Gawd Miss: Today is free day, free now, all the time, again and again Miss: Hands full? Miss: I mean did you cup, and did you fill? Miss: Oh my yesssss pet, I bid you Miss: NOW Miss: Fill your hands Miss: and baptize your luscious globes Pet: Oh god - I couldn't type ... it was blinding hot ... lord almighty! Pet: Phew ... you DO get to me miss! Miss: I feel it when you do, pet, Miss: There is a poignant, pregnant silence from you Miss: Which means your mind has wandered, like your hands, Miss: and I just want to keep arousing you with my words. Pet: A quick cleaning in my mouth ... then to type Miss: You may not be able to type, but you can read. Miss: Have you showered? Pet: Yes - I need another. Miss: In that case, pet, my pretty, pretty, disheveled pet, please, for me - Miss: cup your pussy, fill your palm with joy juice Miss: and anoint it on each your glorious breasts, Pet: Yes miss ... brb. Miss: make them glisten for me Pet: Please talk to me as I do this, miss. Miss: Oh okay, I thought you had gone pet. Miss: I love it when you cover your beautiful girls in your juices. Pet: brb - As in doing as miss asked. Miss: Juice I created in you Miss: and caused it to bubble out Miss: because I know - Miss: the next thing you will do Pet: They are wet with me, miss! Miss: when I leave you. Miss: You are to go for a shower Miss: and before you do, Miss: you will let the robe slip from your shoulders Miss: and stand in front of the mirror Miss: and look Miss: at yourself Miss: and see what your Ma'am has got you to do! Miss: Revel in your "pethood," Miss: proud, Miss: erect, Miss: like your girls Miss: and their bullets. Miss: Hair everywhere, Miss: matted with sweat, Miss: breasts with pussy juice caking on them, Miss: leaning over, standing on tiptoe Miss: to look in the mirror over the sink Miss: at your shaven lips. Miss: Wet! Miss: Your thighs. Miss: Wet! Her eyes widened as they moved down the page. Many of the sentences only had one word. It was intentionally chosen for its brevity, eroticism, and, I hoped, for its seductiveness. I caught her sniff; her lovely face showed her confusion. When she raised those fabulous brown eyes, they showed both confusion and ... was it interest? "What is it dear? Do you have any thoughts?" "Do women talk like this with each other? It's so ... earthy." I kept my features and my eyes as quiet as I could. Earthy!! Oh how delicious and naïve. This would be a most satisfying taking. She would be fabulous ... I just knew it. "Oh I quite imagine women talk with women as women and men do when they're in love and intimate with each other. Surely you've had moments like that?" She blushed again. "Oh my, Carmen, I apologize, that was a completely personal and inappropriate question for a boss to ask someone who works beneath her." Let's see how she reacts to that!! "Oh no, Ms. Johnson, if I gave you that thought the apology should come from me. No, it's because I have yet to be that way with a boy ... or man." Don't faint Michelle!! This one you will have is a virgin! I took a sip of my wine; she mirrored me with one of her own. "I overstepped. It's that simple. Now, there are a few places that befuddle me. Can we look at them together?" I slid a bit closer to her in the booth; my thigh was within inches of hers. I moved the paper between us. I reached into my purse for a pen and marked the lines that I wanted to highlight. It was merely a ploy; it was going so much better than I ever dreamed. We talked of moving a few lines around; changing a few words, changing the tone with it. I took a stab at it: "Carmen, can you feel the passion and love between them? Innocent as a lamb, she said, "Oh yes! These are two women who love each other quite completely. It's very cute." Yum! "I must admit, Ms. Johnson, it's very erotic. The feelings that Miss has for her pet are most moving; they speak to me." It took every last bit of my resolve not to kiss her then and there. I smiled and nodded as I patted her hand. I continued, asking about moving this sentence from here to there, perhaps this word might work better than that one. She was in a full flush now, thoroughly unnerved and unsettled, likely from feelings that she had yet to experience. I let her work at her own pace as the battle was waged in her head. She answered -- mostly in one word sentences or with nods and shakes of her head. I droned on ... then, all at once, I tried to bring it to a head. "Have I made you uncomfortable Carmen? I see unrest, or is it discomfort, in your eyes? Oh dear, I have, haven't I?" I lowered my head and shook it -- as if shaming myself for what I had wrought. Then I was given a start! She reached out and covered my hand with hers, giving it a squeeze. "No, Ms. Johnson, not at all. Dinner has been lovely, and while this piece we've been working at is far from anything I've read, it's just ..." She shook her head as if to clear it. "I really can't put a finger on it just yet. Am I explaining it well? Or am I further making a fool of myself?" She was breaking my resolve and my heart. It just happened. I leaned and brushed her lips with mine; just a brush, mind you! Feather soft. Her eyes went wide in shock; just that quickly they softened, then warmed and glowed. I saw something there; then it was my turn for shock. The smallest of smiles crept across her face. Her hand went to the back of my head and dear god, she kissed me! It was a kiss, too. My heart felt as though it would explode from my chest. She opened her mouth to me -- not much, but an invitation. I took it, though only a short, sweet taste. I pulled away. She had tears. "Did I do something wrong, Ms. Johnson? I ... oh god, now I've gone and done it." "Michelle." "Excuse me?" "My name is Michelle, Carmen. Call me by my name." She blushed yet again and nodded. "Thank you Ms. Joh ... Michelle." "You're welcome dear. I think I've confused you thoroughly tonight. I've led you to do something you may not have wanted to do. I think we ..." She stopped me. The voice was no longer soft and questioning. "No, Michelle. I meant to kiss you. I wanted to. I liked it." That little smile again; this one spoke of confidence, of taking. I had a small laugh inside my head. I'd best be careful here; after all, I'm the one doing the seducing!! "Let me get the bill, Carmen. It's time, I do believe, for us to go home." Testing, testing; what now? "Well if you insist. I wouldn't mind another glass; we could talk more. I've nothing much to go home to other than some stupid television show." Yum! I ordered two more glasses -- and the check. I was quiet; let the pot boil a bit more. Just after the glasses were set on the table and the check presented, she spoke again. "May I ask a question Ms. Jo -- Michelle?" Seducing Carmen Completely I smiled brightly; my ears rang with the pounding of my heart. I was certain she could have a whiff of me ... I did. "Well of course you can Carmen! What is it you wish to ask?" Please, let it be what I pray it might be. "Umm, it's a bit difficult and embarrassing, actually. I've had the thought that, if you are ... umm, that is to say, I never gave thought, ever that you could be ... but perhaps, if I haven't made a total ass of myself, I might like to find out what the girls from college teased me with and the two them on the page spoke of ... would you teach me?" "Teach you?" "Could you show me how a woman loves another woman, Michelle?" Oh lord. "You're sure of this Carmen? I could hurt you badly if it doesn't go well -- your heart I mean; and as your boss, there's some risk for me; I could be accused of seducing someone who works for me. You're sure this is what you want?" I could see in her eyes she hadn't thought of what I'd mentioned. I could see her wrestle with the yesses and the noes; it took a while before she spoke. Her voice trembled at first but there was resolve in it; she'd made her decision. She took my hand and held it as she looked at me and spoke. "Yes, I'm quite sure now. I want to do this -- tonight!" She actually nodded as she finished - as if to punctuate the sentence with feeling. I smiled as I watched her eyes. "Yes, I should very much like that. I'm honored, in a way. It's very sweet, what you've asked me to do." I kissed her again. This time it lingered; it was very much a kiss on both our parts. We smiled, sat quietly; the check was taken, the card run, and when it was brought back to the table, I signed. We both finished our wine and stood. This was it; yes or no. I looked at her while I put on my coat. Her head was down; she was, it seemed, coming to a final decision. When her head came up, her eyes found mine, and she smiled. Absolutely, heartbreakingly dazzling and precious -- that smile. We turned for the door. "One last question -- may I invite you back to my place?" No hesitation in her answer. "Oh my yes, I would like that. Lead on." Just cute as can be, she slipped her arm into mine and we walked the couple of blocks to where I live. Five floors; the elevator took us to the fourth. I took out my keys; my hand shook a bit. We walked down the carpeted hallway. The lighting was muted. She took it all in. I slid the key in the door, turned it, and the door opened. I pushed the switch on the right to turn on the lights. She entered, I followed. I closed and locked the door. She stood, hands in front on the strap of her purse. Her face and eyes showed nerves. I smiled warmly to try and get her butterflies to flutter in formation. I took her coat and hung it up; did the same with mine. I switched on a lamp. "Please Carmen, come sit. May I get you something to drink?" "Um, I don't mean to be forward Michelle. May I ask? Could we just get to it? I'm nervous enough as it is." Oh my! I wanted to say something but my feet moved, on their own it seemed, and I closed to her. Her eyes were warm. She licked her lips. I slipped my arms around her waist and bent to taste her. Her eyes closed as we kissed. Her lips parted -- this time in open invitation. I was leading, yes, but she gave as well as received. This woman is a virgin? Lordie! This was not the kiss of an inexperienced fawn. It seemed to go on and on. I would pull away a bit, only to have her bring me back. She would pull away, I resisted. When we finally broke the kiss we were both quite breathless and flushed. She smiled brightly. I could only stare in amazement. I simply had to have more of her. Her arms went round my neck. I finally made a move. I slid one hand up her side, fingers trailing lightly over the fabric of her blouse. I wasn't touching anything yet, just slipping up and down her side. She didn't tense, didn't pull away. Next time down, I slipped over the outside of the swell of her breast. Even with that I got a sense of how full and fabulous it was. As I touched her, her hand went from my neck to the back of my head. Her fingers slipped into my red hair and brought us a little closer. Hmm. Okay! On the next pass my fingers stayed on target. I played with the peaks; they had turned hard and sat high. The first hint of a moan from her -- oh, it truly was glorious. I moved my fingers to slip over the buttons of her blouse. She begged me with her quickened breathing. I opened one. My fingers moved over her skin lightly. This next was -- oh god. She unbuttoned the blouse completely and pulled it from the skirt. I moved from our kiss. Her eyes were hot. "Please?" I bent to the swell in the red silk. I licked and kissed. I felt her head loll back. I would keep her here in the foyer for a bit longer ... the rest of her taking would come in my bed. Her back arched as I kissed her cleavage. I would not do what her body begged for. I found the zipper at the side of her skirt. I tugged at it, it slid; my reward was another moan. It fell past her hips; she moved to press herself to me. Oh my yes!! The thought ran for a moment; this one has dreamed of this for some time. I would give her a full dose of fulfillment of what she had, I thought, yearned for. New treasures were mine to explore. I did. I circled the top of her panties, never doing more than that. She shivered with it. All at once, my hand moved to cup her. She broke the kiss and cried out at it. One finger pressed where she needed it. She shuddered. It was delicious to watch. My hands moved to each side of her face as I kissed her again. Her moan might have been in frustration; it might have been in bliss. It was time. When I broke the kiss I took her hand and led her to my bed. I threw back pillows and blankets. She lay on her back. "Watch me Carmen." The city's ambient light let me see her eyes as I took off my clothes -- slowly. Her eyes ate me up; I was a puddle. It had been a long time since a lover's eyes devoured me as completely as hers did. 'No! She is too young; she is your employee.' I would not allow myself to think of it. This was but a lesson, an awakening. This would only be tonight. The voice said, 'Unless she asks you for tomorrow as well.' I blushed; she thought it was from being under her gaze. Yeah, okay, that too! Everything but my panties -- I stood and let her drink me in. I skimmed my hands to my breasts, cupped them, threw my head back and moaned. I bucked my hips, licked my lips. I moved my fingers through the silk of my panties, mimicking the movements I teased her with. I moved to the bed and lay with her. Her voice was soft. "Is this part of it Michelle?" I kissed her. As I lifted from it I smiled and nodded. "You are so beautiful Carmen. Yes, dear, loving takes many forms. Some are hot and quick, some wonderful, long, and soft in their torturous delights. It's all a matter of the mood, the moment, and the lovers. The dance is always the same and always so wonderfully different. What feels right for the two dancing is how they dance." I kissed her. My hand moved to the front clasp; I set her breasts free. She gave her thanks in the intensity of our kiss. There was but one gateway left to remove. She would beg me to remove it. I took her!! I danced with my lips, fingers, tongue and teeth. Whatever was there I took, completely ... or not. I teased -- here, there, everywhere. She grew frantic in not knowing. I exulted in her erotic confusion. Each flail of her limbs as she tried, hopelessly, to capture me, was met with an escape -- to move quickly to the next target of my choosing. I lapped at her atop the silk that covered the prize. She bucked, moaned and begged. I moved to kiss her; her mouth ate me up. I breathed into us, "Do you understand yet baby?" Her moan was of want not understanding. "This is how we love; it is glorious to love your mirror." There were still areas yet unexplored; I tore my way through them; lapping at the valley of her hips, licking from the sopping center up, past her pubic bone, further north past her belly button, laving her heaving belly, slipping between those glorious breasts. Finally I gave them their due. In doing so I both pleasured and tortured her. I thought she might well peak; I did my best to lead her to the edge while not taking her over. When finally I gave myself over to loving her breasts, her reaction was to thrash wildly under me. My god, this one craves attention to these glories. How fabulous for her!! They shall be both beacons and sirens. They will serve her well as both. Serve them well I did ... as best as I could as she writhed beneath me. I finally had to hold her arms over her head and throw my leg between hers to gain some control over her. Oopsie! The press of my leg led to her bucking furiously as she drove to attain her goal. I smiled. She was glorious. I hated to -- but she called to me with her want. I slipped the soaked silk from her hips and drew it over her legs. Once gone, I slipped between her thighs; unbidden, she lifted herself to me. Her prize, my goal, was bare, beautiful, and sweetly scented in the glorious aroma that is a woman. I bent to give her release. I had foresight enough to hold her hips with my hands. As I took her with my mouth, the explosion as she came round was quick and glorious. I saw her hands flail in the air ... I looked over the peak of her pubic bone as it bucked, her mouth was open, head whipping back and forth. She keened a high pitch cry. My thumbs teased and tortured, my nails dragged and skimmed her clit. I dragged her from pillar to post, up, over, round about, repeat. I did -- she followed. How much could she take? I would do my best to find out. Young as she is, I would do my best to wear her out. Just when it seemed she might be spent, there was still more hiding, begging to be drawn from her. I did and her cries of joy thanked me. Still one barrier to be tested -- I worried over it even as we were making such wonderful love together. If it's there I would like to be the one who takes it from her. My fingers moved to her lips, full with blood, scented in the glorious aroma of her arousal. Try as I had to drink it all in, more of her juices had pooled. I pressed two fingers into her. She screamed in delight. I slipped in and out; young and inexperienced perhaps but, under the influence of what raged inside her, she drove her hips to take. Back and forth I sawed, a little deeper each time. She lifted her feet and drove her heels to the bed to give me access and herself purchase. Ah, yes! There it is; she knew, and demanded that I take it. Only one word, "Please!" said in a breathless tone that spoke of need and ache. I sawed deliberately in and out, and one push -- she knew and met me headlong with the thrust -- it gave way. There was a sharp cry but it was lost as I pressed on, curling now to parts of her that she didn't know could give her pleasure. I drank fully and joyfully all of what she gave me. Again and again she crested -- not all of them were shattering, but all were pleasing. I bent my head to the pearl. When I took it fully in my mouth, my fingers moving deeper still in walls that clung desperately to them, she called out again and wildly bucked. This one took her savagely and gloriously. She grunted, she panted, and her hands tore at the peaks high on her chest. Her body went stiff as a board ... oh it was a glory to behold, then the lovely demon thing left her. It's my pleasure lover; the taking and the giving. This is to be my gift -- your lesson. Pass it forward. But tonight, we have danced!! I lay atop her as she recovered. I helped her back, loving her softly as she did ... it took a while. ********** It's past dinner time. When I finished writing last night I was a limp, tired mess. I feel I must confess: the writing of our loving that night wrecked me. I could barely sit still in my chair. All the feelings and emotions of that night came in a rush; they flooded and drenched my memory and yes, my river banks overflowed as well. So much so that it took quite some time to quell the storm between my legs. The memories, and my spends, were quite lovely. Oh my yes!! All day at work I debated -- should I stop now or go on a bit? I'll finish this with how it ended. Several months later, her cell rang. She answered, mouthing 'Mom' to me. She listened and turned white as a ghost. She began to cry. I rushed to hold her. She cried as she said goodbye and hung up. She cried and cried -- hot, tearing, gut-wrenching sobs. I held her. Her fists beat my chest. I let her -- it hurt, I didn't care. I led her to the couch. When finally she could talk she told me, "Daddy had a heart attack. The doctor's think he's going to be okay. My Mom was sobbing; she's so scared. I could hear my little sister in the background crying. I have to go home Michelle. I have to see Daddy. Mom needs me too." I nodded and held her. Poor thing; wrecked. I drove her to the airport the next day; we had found an early morning flight home. The cost didn't matter. I paid it. She had to go. Not a word of discord. She called that night -- she spoke to me as if I were a trusted co-worker. I knew; it was expected. "Daddy is okay. He cried when he saw me." I was in tears at her words. Yes, of course, she could call me any time, day or night. Yes of course, she would stay until it was time to come back home. No, she was home. I was her boss. I knew how much sick time there was. I did what I could. You can, perhaps, figure out how this ends. Home was home; Daddy had beaten the 'widow maker' but the heart strings tugged and won. Oh, she called a few times, especially early. Several times she wasn't around family -- those were more personal, intimate. But that changed and so did how often. Did she ever come back? She did, but only to tell me the movers would be coming in the morning to pack her things. She told her mother and sister she was saying goodbye to her boss. By then I knew. It had been coming; she hadn't known how to tell me. I hurt but it was okay. There was no reason for me to be angry. It wasn't 'love' between us. Could it have been? I think of that question when I think of Carmen. I know; it's a rather futile debate. But we all, I think, who have been a party to such things have the debate anyway. The ember that was inside her had never gone out. When I was finally able to speak about Carmen I was asked, "Didn't she resist? When you had a hand up your skirt the first time, did you not draw back a bit, before giving in and pressing forward again?" Good lord yes!! I resisted vigorously -- for the full five seconds. Scamp! So? When it came to confront her - in the form of the dialogue and dinner, Carmen made the decision that was right for her. Besides, what is right and wrong? If the 'ember' was there all along wouldn't it likely have come to life another time, with another Michelle? I do believe it to be so in my heart! That heart was hurt when she left. She left a mark -- but it brings a smile to my face now. Was she the only one? Hmm, she was, I admit, the only virgin I've had. Okay, I should clarify, only virgin with her hymen intact. And, an important distinction, if only to me -- she was the only Carmen!! This you should know -- we were lovers. It was but a few months and they were grand! Every woman who's ever crossed my path and shared a bed with me will always have a place in my heart. It's just me. And no, I don't keep count or notches or anything like that. As I write today my bed is empty. I only wish my heart to be ready when 'she' appears in my life! I wish you could have known her. I wish I could have known her longer. Author's Note: This is a flight of fantasy - fiction. If there is any resemblance to anyone walking among us I apologize. I hope you enjoyed my work. This was not intended to be my first offering. It just happened that way. The germ came in a conversation with a close friend. It is a wonderful and lovely thing to use the word "friend." She is that. For all I owe her and for so much more, that which I hold closest to my heart is that we are, literally and truly, friends. To the other half who makes them both whole: Thank you as well, sis. Michelle and Carmen would be fortunate to have a love as sweet and rich as these two do.