1 comments/ 77465 views/ 12 favorites Sweet, Sweet Heather Ch. 01 By: Cre8tiveBliss Ever since Linda traveled to Chicago to take care of her ailing grandmother, more than two months ago, I had done little but stay home, keeping pretty much to myself. I had no idea when she might return, but I kept myself occupied with work, television and reading. My own fingers replaced the passion I had known with her for almost three years, but soon I began to feel a void that my fingers couldn't completely satisfy. Before she left, she told me I could date if I felt like it; her only caution was not to get "involved." Jenny, my best friend at work (and straight as an arrow, unfortunately) invited me to a party at her house. At first I was reluctant to go, but she begged. Then she cajoled. Then she pleaded. When she flashed her puppy-dog eyes at me and said, "Please, Beth, I'd really like you to get out of this funk you've been in for the past few weeks." "Okay," I acquiesced, "but only for an hour or so." I wasn't really looking forward to Saturday night, but at least it gave me something to do for a while. I threw on a pair of semi-tight jeans and a white cotton blouse. Nothing fancy, but I felt like I looked fine for a casual party. Jenny lived on the north side of town in a nice house. By the time I arrived, just a little after 9:00 o'clock, the party was in full swing. Jen greeted me at the door with a friendly hug and a sweet smile. "Hey, girl, I'm glad you could make it. Come on in!" The music was too loud for my tastes, and the metallic sound of whatever band was playing on the stereo was not my cup of tea. There must have been 25 or 30 people, mostly couples, in the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen. The place was packed. Unpleasant acrid smoke filled the air. I knew I wouldn't be staying long. I made my way to the kitchen, poured myself a 7&7, and then, as luck would have it, found an unoccupied chair in the living room. I felt like a wallflower, but I didn't mind. At least I had made Jenny happy in coming to the party. I slipped my drink slowly and looked around the crowded room. It would have been difficult to hold a conversation over the music, so I was glad to be alone. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a girl who caught my attention. What struck me the most was her absolutely stunning natural red hair. She was facing me, talking to a girl I had never seen before, drinking from a bottle of Lowenbrau. She was wearing a blue denim skirt and a black pull-over that was short enough to reveal a cute silver or chrome belly button ring. Her smile was infectious. I guessed her to be 19 or 20 years old. I would describe her as "attractively cute." The pullover was tight enough to reveal average sized breasts at best. She giggled a bit during her conversation and I had the feeling she was slightly tipsy. When she happened to cast a glance in my direction, I quickly averted my eyes. Had she caught me stealing a glance at her? For the next few minutes, I stole furtive "peeks" in her direction, not wanting to get caught again. Yet I was totally mesmerized by her. Her skirt, hemmed just above the knee, revealed nicely shaped, totally bare legs. She was not flashy at all; in fact, I saw no jewelry except for the belly-button ring. She had a cute pug nose and a face full of sweet freckles that looked just perfect with her hair. A young male tapped her on the shoulder and she turned briefly to talk to him. I was even more amazed with the rear view. Her hair was perfectly straight, shimmering in the light from above, flowing half-way down her back. What caught my attention, however, was what I felt was the absolute greatest ass I had ever seen. Her skirt wasn't overly tight, but her buns filled it perfectly. I had always been attracted to women with nice derrieres, but this one was out of this world! To my dismay, the male whisked her away to the kitchen, and all I could do was watch her walk away. I quickly resolved to be with this gorgeous girl later tonight when I masturbated. I could already feel a tingle in my loins just thinking what it would be like to bury my face in that exquisite ass for an hour or so. I even squeezed my thighs together tightly to stir my pussy up a little. I had finished about three-quarters of my drink when the dense smoke started to get to me. I hated to give up a cherished seat, but I needed a breath of fresh air. Fortunately not far away was a sliding glass door that led to a deck. I got up and went outside, taking a deep breath. There was only one other couple on the deck, a man and a woman holding hands. I nodded in their direction and then looked at the star-lit sky. I thought I felt a presence behind me, but I wasn't sure. When I turned my head around, the presence, a female, moved to my side and placed her hands on the railing next to me. It was her! The redhead! I nearly fainted. "The smoke is terrible in there," she said in a voice of cotton candy. I tried to gain my composure. "That's why I don't go to many parties." "At least it's a beautiful night," she continued. "You can breathe out here." She was the kind of girl you wanted to kiss on the spot. The kind to hold onto and never let go. I couldn't believe I was this turned on by a stranger. "My name is Beth-Anne," I said. She smiled. Her teeth were perfect. "I know. Mine's Heather." I was taken aback by the "I know." "Ah, how did you know my name?" "Jenny told me you might come to the party. She pointed you out to me just a second ago. She told me earlier in the week you might be coming. She said you were a bit lonely and might need a friend." I couldn't believe my luck. Her voice was so sincere. Surely Jenny must have told Heather about Linda and me. She would know that I was gay. That I was attached. And, yes, that I was lonely as hell. I forced a smile. "Thanks. I do get lonely sometimes." Suddenly, without warning, she placed her hand over mine. Her touch was electric, sending chills up my spine. "If you would like to talk, I'm here for you Beth-Anne." I looked into Heather's eyes for the first time. Her light-blue eyes. "Beth," I said. "My friends call me 'Beth'." She gently squeezed my hand. "Beth. Nice name. So the offer is still on the table. No one should ever be lonely. Would you like to talk it out?" Was she being super-friendly, or was she coming on to me? My heart started beating faster. "I think it would be nice to talk a bit," I replied. Now her smile was even broader. "You can't very well pour it out here, at this party. Let's go somewhere quiet." I know I tried to keep my jaw from dropping, but to this day I wonder how successful I was. She had come to the party, at Jen's invitation, to meet me. She came out to the deck and started a conversation. She had been bold enough to place her hand over mine. And now she was asking me to leave with her. My mind buzzed like a bee in a bottle. "I'd like that," I blurted. "I make a wild Irish Coffee," she said softly. "Would you like to go to my place? It's right up the street." Her hand was still over mine. I laughed for the first time in days. "Irish Coffee is one of my favorites." She didn't just take her hand away from mine. She slowly drew her fingers over the back of my hand. "Why don't you follow me? I live at 345 Windsor, Apartment 23. Go north on Sunset and make a right on Windsor. It's about five minutes away." She turned and departed, but not before her smile indelibly burned into my brain. I really felt like I had just been seduced. I stood on the deck for a few moments, thinking through what had just happened. Remembering what Linda had told me about making commitments. Maybe Heather just wanted to be friends. She certainly seemed kind and sweet. On the other hand, something told me there was more to her approach than simple friendship. I knew, if I went to her apartment, and if she came onto me, that it would be a night to remember. The good side of me told me to go home. The devil in me told me to go for it. The devil in me knocked on Heather's door. She opened it with her now infamous smile. "Come on in. Nothing fancy, but it's home." Her apartment was tastefully decorated, mostly in soft pastels. The lighting was subdued. "I just started our drinks in the kitchen." She turned and I followed her. She must have known my eyes were fixated on her exquisite ass. We chit-chatted while she mixed two Irish Coffees. She seemed like she would be so easy to become friends with. But lovers? Drinks in hand, glasses tingling from the ice, we moved to the sofa in the living room. When we sat next to each other, I wanted to pounce on her right then and there and fuck her brains out. In a better light she was drop-dead gorgeous. Far prettier than I could ever hope to be. Her giggles were infectious. If she was coming on to me, she wasn't making it obvious. I resolved that I would lay back and see what might happen. Certainly I wasn't going to force the issue. Besides, I didn't deserve someone this beautiful to share romantic times with. The conversation soon came around to my "blues." She did it so smoothly I hardly realized I was pouring my soul out to her. "So your roommate, Linda, left about two months ago?" "In April," I replied. "But…" I thought for a second how to word it. "Not exactly my roommate." "More than a roommate?" She had to know. I needed to tell her. "My lover." I tried to read the expression on Heather's face to my announcement. If she was thinking anything, she didn't show it. It went without saying, yet for some reason I said, "I'm gay." I sensed that Heather was formulating her next words carefully in her mind. "I guess I thought so, based on what Jenny told me." "Does that bother you?" I asked. "Why would your being gay bother me?" "Well, some women feel uncomfortable around lesbians." "Actually, Beth, I find it intriguing. I guess… well, I guess I have always been a little curious about the gay lifestyle." She was pulling no punches. Suddenly I felt like a fly being drawn into the proverbial spider's web. The offer was on the table, about as explicit as Heather could make it. She was obviously trolling, seeing if I would take the bait. The good side of me reminded me about Linda. The devil inside me how deliciously exciting this girl next me looked. I closed my eyes for a just a moment and thought about how nice her red hair would look draped over a pillow in her bed. Can someone explain to me why the devil always seems to win out? "Curiosity killed the cat, you know," I said with a slightly wicked laugh. Heather turned toward me on the sofa, curling her legs with her feet under her butt. She was careful not to give me any untoward views up her skirt. "I've read a few books," she said. "Girl-girl type books?" She giggled. "Sort of…" "And the books aroused your interest?" "Mmmm. I think 'aroused' is just the perfect word." I felt a familiar tingle 'down there.' This might be easier than I thought. Heather was ripe for the taking. Time to go for the kill. "What aroused you the most?" "Well, not necessarily the sexual part of it. But the intimacy between two women." I got bold. "Then maybe it wasn't my 'blues' that brought me here tonight?" Heather looked so deeply into my eyes I thought she could see my soul. She thought for a second. "Would it upset you if I told you I wanted to fulfill my curiosity? That maybe Jenny set in motion something I can no longer control?" Damn! Who was hitting on whom? "You are beautiful, Heather." Her face turned a deep red, obliterating a lot of her freckles. "And you are…" Before she could get the next word out, I leaned over kissed her softly, my fingertips grazing lightly across her cheek. She had perfectly kissable lips. Nice and full. Soft and pliant. It seemed so natural. At first she accepted the kiss as a one-way street from me to her, letting me press lightly against her. Then, as if a light bulb suddenly went off in her mind, Heather moved her hand behind my head and drew me into her. Magically, she returned the kiss with just enough fervor to make me feel a wetness begin to grow in my pussy. We continued the kiss for several minutes. I felt like I had awakened a sleeping monster. When we finally broke the kiss, Heather leaned her head back and sighed. "Wow," she said a velvety-soft voice. "It was better than I thought it would be." She folded her hands on her thighs and I placed my hands over them. "You certainly know how to kiss," I whispered. Her face was still red as a beet. "My heart is racing like hell," she said. I squeezed her hands. "It's supposed to, silly. That was the first time you ever kissed a girl?" "The very first time." "And?" "And I loved every sweet moment. Did you feel what I felt?" I laughed softly. "I felt pure pleasure. And maybe I'm a little turned on." She was pensive for a moment. "I'm scared, Beth." "That's normal. Falls in the category of 'to be expected.' The first step is always the hardest." Heather drew her head forward and looked at me deeply once more. "Will you be gentle?" she whispered. "I'll be any way you want me to be. If you like gentle, I'll be gentle." I could see her mind racing again. "And if I like rough?" Well, no use hinting at what you want, baby. "I told you—any way you want me to be." "Sometimes I like both. Gentle to start. Then a bit rough. Then gentle again for the climax." "I can go for that, sweetie." We kissed again. Long and deep. For an eternity, it seemed. I pulled her into me, breast to breast. My tongue explored the warmth of her mouth to my heart's desire. She returned the favor a hundred times over. Sometimes our tongues fought for territory. My pussy was no longer just wet, it was dripping with desire." After we broke the kiss, I somehow ended up in the corner of the sofa, with Heather's back leaning against my breasts. She didn't feel heavy at all. Her body was light as a feather. For the first time, I softly stroked her bright red hair with my fingertips. "So beautiful…" I sighed. My right hand ended up on Heather's bare midriff, and I quickly found her belly-button ring. "Are you pierced anywhere else?" I asked. "No," replied. "Just my belly-button. But I have thought about getting my nipples pierced." "Tattoos?" "Just one," she replied. "Where?" "Do you want to see it?" Dumb question. Since the tattoo wasn't obvious from what I could see, I surmised it had to be somewhere eyes might not often look. Her breast perhaps? "If you would like to show me." To my amazement, Heather stood up next to me. She glanced over her shoulder, smiled, and suddenly hiked up her denim skirt. All the way to her waist. Silky-white, bikini-styled panties clung to her ass as if they had been painted on. Still looking into my eyes, to garner my reaction I suppose, Heather pulled the panties down over her left buttock. Down just far enough to reveal a pretty red rose with a green stem. Right in the middle of the gorgeous cheek. "Mmmm," I said. "You like?" "It's beautiful. May I touch it?" She giggled. "I suddenly feel like there is no part of my body you can't touch, Beth." As she continued to hold the side of her panties down, I ran my fingertips over the blushing rose. Her skin, even over the tattoo was baby-soft. Suddenly I leaned forward, moved my hands to Heather's hips, and, holding her there, planted a gentle kiss right on top of the rose. I could feel her shudder beneath my hands. "Oh, that feels so good!" she husked. When I ran the tip of my tongue over the rose, circling it slowly, Heather let out a long, slow breath. I kissed and licked her there for several deliciously sweet moments. When the kissing stopped, Heather turned toward me, her face more flushed than before, her skirt still encircling her waist, one side of her pretty white panties partially down her hips. Keeping my hands tight against her side, my face just inches from her creamy-white abdomen, I leaned forward and planted another soft kiss on the flesh above her panties. Holding her skirt up with her right hand, Heather moved her left hand to the back of my head and pulled my face into her. My nosed pressed into her softness. When she eased the grip on the back of my head for just a moment, I used the opportunity to move my lips lower, over the front of her silky-whites. She pulled me in again, forcing my chin against her pubis. The good side of me told me to stop, to go home and not start something that might not be stoppable. The devil inside of me lowered my lips to the "V" between Heather's legs. I opened my mouth wide and took in her puffy pussy, over the top of her silky panties. She let out a long scream of pleasure as I devoured her over the thin material. I felt wanton, filled with a lust that had been missing from life most recently. I used my hands to slowly lower the panties, all the while pressing my lips into Heather's sex. I felt the last remnants of the panties move past my lips. I had to lean back and look at the treasure I had just uncovered. Her sex was unbelievably beautiful. Totally shaved. Full puffy lips. Her already hardened clit poking out deliciously between the puffy folds. "Beautiful," I whispered, "just beautiful." Her hands gently caressed the hair on top of my head. "It's all for you, Beth," she husked. I moved my head forward once more and planted a soft kiss on the clitoral hood. Heather opened her legs accommodatingly. When I touched the tip of my tongue to the spot, she threw her head back and moaned, grasping my hair tightly with her hands. As I kissed her there, gently but with feelings of pure rapture, I lowered Heather's panties down her legs. She stepped out of them, one leg at a time, then opened her legs even wider. Taking the cue, I moved a hand behind her thigh, my fingertips attacking from behind, and found her obviously hungry slit. Heather wasn't wet—she was absolutely soaked. I moved two of my fingers into her slit. She moaned again, even more loudly, as I circled the outer edge of her steaming vagina, even as I began to suckle like a baby at the protruding clit. She was like putty in my hands. As my fingers slowly glided more deeply into the warmth of her sex, she started undulate her hips back and forth, beginning the music of a sexual dance that would drive me deeper into her with each movement. After feasting on her proffered treasures for several delightful moments, I withdrew my glistening fingers from the honeypot and brought them to me mouth. I tasted as much of her love-juices as I could, then dipped my fingers back in for more. Heather's legs were noticeably wobbly now. She almost lost her balance from the surging desires inside her. I grabbed her hips to keep her from falling backward. "Beth, oh Beth, I can't believe it! It's so beautiful. So real. So right. Better than I thought it ever could be." I looked up at her flushed face and smiled. "Better than a Boston chocolate cream cake with a cherry on top?" Heather laughed out loud. "Much, much better. Let's go to the bedroom." She reached out and pulled me up from the sofa. Her skirt fell back into place. Leaving the panties on the floor, like a fallen handkerchief, we walked hand-in-hand to her bedroom. I felt like a teenager on my first date. We both giggled excitedly. "Welcome to my boudoir," she said softly as she moved me to the bed. My heart was pounding. My mind was buzzing. My pussy was dripping. I could feel the stickiness on my panties. We eased into the bed together, side by side. We moved into each other and embraced. This time it was two lovers kissing, not two strangers who had just met hours earlier. I loved her open-mouth kisses. Her tireless tongue. She pressed her body into me as tightly as she could. Our pubic bones meshed perfectly, and our bodies ground into each other with a fever that knew no bounds. Sweet, Sweet Heather Ch. 01 I moved my hand over Heather's black cotton pullover and for the first time felt her breast. Maybe only a "B" or "C" cup, but it fit perfectly under my palm. She moaned softly at the touch. I used the side of my thumb to find an erect nipple beneath the two layers of her pullover and her bra. The more I moved against it, the more it hardened. The more it hardened, the more she moaned. Reaching down, I pushed the outer garment all the way up and over her bra. The bra was white, like her panties, with tiny mesh flowers. Her nipples peeked invitingly through the soft material. I pursed my lips over one of the protruding buds and bit gently. The seemingly innocuous move sent Heather into a tailspin. Moans became even louder groans. I tested the waters and bit even harder (didn't she say she liked it "rough"?). The effect was unbelievable. Heather thrashed her body beneath mine and began mouthing unintelligible words. Her breathing was becoming more labored. "Am I biting too hard?" "NO! HARDER! PLEASE!" Emboldened by her pleas, I pulled the top of her bra down, completely exposing her left breast, adorned by a roseate areole and a turgid pink nipple that screamed to be taken. Using the flat of my tongue, I licked the sweet bud and planted my warm saliva all over her small but oh-so-sensitive tit. I bit it once more, even harder than before, and Heather screamed so loud I thought the neighbors would call the police. I pulled the other side of the bra down, roughly, and for the next ten minutes I alternated between the left and right nipples, each one evoking screams of pain and pleasure. I decided not to test her completely, at least not yet. There was plenty of time for experimentation. Her nipples slightly swollen from my onslaught, I looked at my precious new friend. "When you said you liked it rough, you meant it," I said. "It was unbelievable. The build-up was perfect. At first it hurt, but then the pain slowly turned to pleasure." "That's the way it's supposed to be," I whispered, placing a gentle kiss on a still wet breast. "We have all night," she said softly. "And tomorrow is Sunday," I said. Heather laughed. "All night and all day, then." "And I could call in sick Monday," I giggled. "We need to come for air some time, don't we?" she asked with a wry smile. "Eventually. Maybe." Sweet, Sweet Heather Ch. 02 Suddenly I began searching my mind for the guilt I expected to feel. It just wasn't there. Maybe it would be there in the light of day. Maybe, because Linda had told me I could "mess" without commitment, it would never be there. I started telling myself this was a one or two nighter, that I would get my fill and leave before things got out of hand. A game of catch and release, and nothing else. I looked at Heather's body as she lay next to me. Her top was bunched under her arms. The front cups of her bra were pulled all the way down. Her skirt was more than half-way up her thighs. Her legs were opened, invitingly. "Would you like to undress me?" I asked. She smiled broadly. "I'd love to!" I lay back on the bed as Heather bent over me and began unbuttoning my blouse. Slowly. Savoring each sweet moment. Her beautiful red hair flowed down over my head; I ran my fingers through the soft strands as she pulled the material from my jeans and drew it to each side, revealing my light-blue bra. "Mmm. Very nice," she whispered. "It unclasps in front," I said. "How convenient!" she laughed. She unclasped the bra and pulled the cups to the side. She seemed to be in awe of my only average-sized breasts. "They're bigger than mine," she said. I laughed to myself. I don't often hear that from another woman. "My nipples are really sensitive," I offered. "Let's see." She lowered her head and kissed each nipple, softly, in turn. My whole body shivered at the touch. "Mmm. They are sensitive! We'll get back to them in a few minutes." She raised her body up and began unbuckling my leather belt, then undid the button of my jeans. Deftly, she drew the zipper down and the jeans separated into a wide "V". I lifted my hips and she drew the jeans downward, over my waist, down my legs, and off of my feet. My French-cut panties matched the color of my bra. There was a thin band of blue mesh at the panty tops. "Sexy undies," cooed Heather. "Thank you," I said with an embarrassed smile. "Almost too nice to take off." "You can leave them on if you want." "Then I might miss what's inside them," she said softly as she curled her fingers into the elastic top eased them down. When she finished, I was completely naked from the waist down. "You don't shave like I do," she continued, staring down at the triangular forest of light-brown curls that adorned my lower abdomen. There was something strangely erotic about her looking down at my pussy. "I tried to shave, once or twice, but I could never get used to the itchy feeling." "I'll let mine grow out, if you want me to," she said. My mine raced for a second. "Growing out" her pubic hair had the connotation of long term. I decided to let the thought pass, except to ask, "What color is it?" "Same as my hair. I'm a natural redhead." "I bet it would be pretty." "We'll see," she said. I leaned forward and Heather slid my blouse and bra down my arms. As I laid back, I was totally naked beneath her. I watched as her eyes soaked in my entire body, from head to foot. Her soft smile, following the brief inspection, spoke a thousand words. Obviously she liked what she saw. And I loved being naked for her. Throwing her hair back, Heather quickly shed her pullover and un-snapped her bra from the back. She, too, was naked now, save for her denim skirt. There was a part of me that wanted to leave the skirt on because she looked so good in it and because I still had access to all of her goodies. She moved to undo the side zipper of her skirt. "Wait," I interrupted. "Leave it on for a second." Heather looked at me with a questioning look in her eyes. "For just a second," I continued. "Lie down on your tummy, sweetie." Heather moved onto her tummy and I moved down her body until I was kneeling between her slightly spread legs. Her legs were opened far enough to give me a wonderfully enticing view all the way up her skirt to the puffy slit that I had already tasted. I gently massaged her calves, kneading the flesh beneath my fingertips before slowing working my way to the backs of her knees. Her skirt was almost half-way up her thighs, bunched slightly around her perfect ass. The ass that I was about to see completely naked for the first time. The ass that I had lusted after from the moment I saw it at the party. The ass that I would take my time with and enjoy to its fullest in just a few moments. My hands wandered to Heather's thighs, just beneath the skirt. I continued the upward massage, feeling the warm flesh, until my lower arm began to push the blue denim higher, ever so slowly, until my fingers made contact with the area where buttocks meet thighs. Where, in Heather's case, the perfectly round derriere began to take shape. She moaned softly when my fingers pressed into each sweet globe. I kept thinking I was in some kind of dream, that no one could be so fortunate as I to have one of the finest asses I had ever seen right then and there for the taking. I gently moved the skirt all the way up to Heather's waist, then leaned back and took in the view of what I had just exposed. "Exquisite" was one word I thought of, but even that didn't capture the beauty of this young girl's ass. Maybe "perfect" was a better word, because nothing is better than perfect and nothing could have been more perfect than what I was feasting my eyes on. "You have a beautiful ass, Heather," I finally blurted. "Absolutely gorgeous." I watched her smile at my compliment. "It's yours for the taking, Beth." "Keep your chest down on the bed, but raise up on your knees," I said, my voice so thick I could hardly talk. "You want a better view, huh?" she said, as I watched the beautiful buns lift up right before my eyes. Her question went unanswered. The answer was in the question. I couldn't have asked for a better view. I ran my hands all over the proffered buttocks, enjoying to my heart's delight the wonderful feel of firm fleshiness. Heather rotated her hips slightly to my touch. I could tell she was enjoying the attention I was paying to the best part of her body. Boldly, I used my thumbs to pry open her cheeks, just long enough to expose the tiny, pink, crinkly rosebud. I was testing the waters again. She had to have known what I just did, but raised no objection. I kneaded the flesh some more before spreading her open again. This time I left her exposed for several seconds. She knew what I was looking at. I decided to go for all the marbles. Leaving her precious rosebud exposed to the night air, I asked, "Are you sensitive back here, too?" "Oh, my. Do I have to tell you? "No secrets between lovers," I husked. "It's my most sensitive spot, back there. Even more sensitive than my clit. But I have never let anyone touch me there. I do it myself, with my fingers, and I really enjoy it." I laughed. "I would have found out eventually you know. It's better that you gave it up the easy way." I let the elastic buns fall back into place. "And this?" I asked, reaching back and slapping her right cheek with the palm of my hand, hard enough to evoke a tiny scream of pain from Heather's lips. "Oh! Wow! I think I could go for more of that!" she exclaimed. "You've never been spanked?" "Not until about ten seconds ago." "And you didn't mind?" "Do the other side and I'll tell you," she said. I used my left hand to spank the left globe, this time even harder. Both sides were a pretty shade of red already where my palms had landed. She screamed again. "Oh, it hurts. But it hurts so good!" I couldn't believe my luck. This couldn't be for real. The owner of the world's most spankable ass knew exactly what it had been made for. My mind raced with the possibilities of what I could do with the wonderful treasure I had just uncovered. I had just won the world's biggest lottery and I could spend my fortune freely, for as long as I wanted, for as much as I wanted. I stared down at the upturned ass. "I want you so bad, Heather." "And I want you, Beth. I've waited all my life for this moment." Her slit was dripping wet. She was as ready as she would ever be. "There will be plenty of time for enjoying your delectable ass, sweetie. I want what's between your legs first. Turn over." Heather turned onto her back, her legs splayed wide. Her pussy lips gaped open wide enough to reveal the moist, pink flesh inside her slit. I used my thumbs again, this time to open up the gates of heaven. I stared long and deep into Heather's love nest, reveling in its delightful wetness. "I like it when you look at me there," she husked as her eyes followed the paths my eyes were taking. "And I like looking at you there, too," I said, spreading her puffy lips even farther, feasting on the pink flesh I was about to devour. I leaned down and began my journey. Heather's womanly smells were intoxicating. Reflexively, she opened her legs even more. I could almost feel her desire. I kissed the inside of her left thigh for several seconds and then, bypassing my ultimate target, kissed the inside of her right thigh. I wasn't teasing her in the slightest; I was building her up. This was the first time a woman had ever tasted of her delicious nectar, and I wanted to give her something she would remember forever. When I moved my lips closer to Heather's pussy, she raised her hips upward in a movement that was nothing more than totally inviting. I kissed the inside of her right groin, just millimeters from her puffy lip. She moaned softly. Again I sailed by the buried treasure to the left groin. I lingered there for a long time, sometimes kissing, sometimes sucking gently. "I can't take it any more, Beth! Do me!" I had her totally in my snare. "Tell me what you want me to do, Heather." "Kiss my pussy. Please…" The begging and pleading in her voice told me she was ready. More than ready. With my thumbs holding her lips even further apart, I drew the flat of my tongue along the length pussy, from her vagina to her clit, taking my sweet time, moving my tongue back and forth along the way. She literally squealed in delight and grasped the bed sheet so tightly I thought she was going to tear it. When my tongue began its second similar journey, this time even more slowly and deliberately, Heather began panting. When I stopped long enough to cup my mouth completely over her vulva and lash out at her clit with the tip of my tongue, she screamed out loud, took in a deep breath of air, then let it out slowly as she savored the delightful feelings between her legs. "Beth, Beth, Beth…" she said over and over again as I did to her exactly what I knew I enjoyed having done to me. I suckled on her clit like a baby, drawing it into my mouth, laving it with my tongue, then nibbling on it to my heart's content. She pressed her sex into my face and I buried my nose in her wet vagina. When I wiggled my head back and forth, she squealed again. My face was completely wet with her juices, and I loved every wonderful second of it. And so did Heather. She had probably been eaten by men, but not in the way that only a woman knows of. For the next ten minutes I partook of this delectable feast without pause. I toyed with her outer vagina with the tip of my tongue, then plunged deeply into the wetness and drank greedily from her copious fountain of never-ending juices. I sensed Heather was about to come and knew it was too soon. I wanted her to explode the first time, so I drew back and said, "No, don't come yet, baby." "I'm so close," she pleaded. "I'll get you there again. Lots of times. I want the first orgasm with a woman to be the best of your life. Do me first." Heather looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She looked wanton, lustful. "You want me to kiss you there?" she asked, wide-eyed. "I would love that," I whispered, sensing a little hesitation in her voice. "I'll help you through it." I leaned over on my back and let my legs fall apart naturally, offering my new-found friend a nice view of my crotch. I ached for her tongue. I needed her tongue more than anything in the world. She laid down between my legs, on her tummy, her face inches from my pussy. She was so close I could feel her warm breath inside my cunt. She moved closer, her lips pressing into the soft curls. The first kiss there was hesitant, almost fearful. I moved my hand behind her head and pulled her closer. "Just like I did you," I whispered. Suddenly she closed her eyes and insinuated her tongue into the depths of my sex. Without holding back, she started to devour me. Totally. Completely. Now devoid of any inhibitions, Heather went after me like a tigress after its prey. She did all that I did to her and more. She bit into my clit almost too hard, but, sensing my pain rather than pleasure, backed off and suckled me softly. She drove her tongue so far into me I thought she would tickle my throat. She shook her head wildly, from side to side, leaving me breathless. I kept wondering if she had done this kind of thing before, many times before. Like Heather, I almost reached the mountain top. I was so close I could almost taste it. I pushed her head back and said, "Okay, babe. I want you to be the first to come." She sat up on her haunches. Her face was wet with my juices and filled with lust. Her hair flowed down, hiding her lovely breasts between the soft red strands. Her smile was as soft as dew on morning flowers. "Did I do okay?" I smiled back. "Better than okay. Better than great. Better than wonderful!" "I was a little nervous until I tasted you. Then I could have done that all night long." "And I might have let you, but I want you to try some other things. This is a time of learning, of experimenting." Heather lowered herself on top me, her torso over mine, my legs spread wide to accept the lower half of her body between them. I encircled her body with my legs and drew her tightly into me. Her hair fell once more to either side of my face and she lowered her lips to mine. We kissed, open-mouthed. Long, deep, tongue-filled kisses driven by desire and passion. I had the distinct feeling Heather would be an insatiable lover. Both ways. She would give freely and take freely, yet she would not be demanding. When we finally broke the kiss, Heather asked me to shower with her. We did. A long, hot shower where we cuddled and kissed and hugged and touched for as long as we wanted. There was no world outside of what was ours, in the here and now. After the shower, we dried each other off with the softness of cotton towels. Both of wrapped in the towels, we used a blow dryer to dry each other's hair. I brushed the length of Heather's hair for at least twenty minutes, undoing a few tangles in the process and admiring how beautiful she looked. Completing the task at hand, we moved back to the bed, this time under the covers, and snuggled. Sex is great, but snuggling can be even better. Heather was a great snuggler. Our bodies melded together perfectly. Her sharp nipples dug into my breasts. She soothed my forehead with her fingertips, brushing my brow so softly I felt like I could almost have fallen asleep. I kissed her ear, evoking a tiny sigh. "Sensitive there too, huh?" "Sensitive everywhere. I love the way you touch me, Beth." "And you me. I feel so comfortable with you and I've only known you a few hours. I think I could get used to you." What did I just say? That sounded a bit like long-term and that was to have been a no-no per my agreement with Linda. But I had said it and couldn't take it back. And a not so small part of me wanted to be with Heather for a long, long time. "Have you ever heard the word 'trib'?" I whispered. "No, what is it?" "It's when two girls rub their pussies together." There was a pregnant pause before Heather responded. Her mind was racing again. "I think I like that idea," she finally said. "It's something I have always liked doing. It really gives you a sense of closeness. And it feels fucking great, too," I laughed. "Show me," said Heather. "Now?" "No, a year from now. Silly girl. There is no time like the present. You can't entice me with something like that and then not do it." "You are a wanton devil," I said with a broad smile. She shoved the covers down our naked bodies and opened her legs wide. "NOW!" I lifted my body up and moved my right leg between Heather's splayed legs, draping my left leg around her hip. For a brief second, I pressed my pubic hair gently against her clit, then backed off. The fit was perfect, but I wanted to tease her a little. She would have none of it. She raised her hips and pressed the length of sex against mine. Her grinding, clit to clit, was perfectly natural. "Wow, that feels really fucking good!" she exclaimed in a voice so thick with desire you could cut it with a knife. I pressed into her as well and began to grind my pussy against hers in a rhythmic motion that she easily mirrored. Soon our flowing juices were making that tell-tale squishy sound I love so much. "If we keep doing this we can try to come together," I said. I looked down. Heather was pinching her left nipple between her thumb and forefinger so hard her face was contorted in pain. Her head was cocked back, her mouth agape. The grind continued, unabated, for several minutes, the night air punctuated by our moans and sighs. "I'm almost there!" she cried out. "Me too, babe!" It's sometimes hard to climax together. But with Heather it was easy. Natural. And so fucking wonderful! Our pussies literally exploded against each other. Bolts of electric shot through our loins, up our spines, and ended in the deepest recesses of our brains. I think I came three times, two huge ones and a little one. Heather's was one long climax that must have lasted a full 30 seconds. Who knows. Time didn't matter. The world outside didn't matter. What did matter was Heather's cunt and my cunt, still plastered together, slowly coming down from an incredible orgasm that shook the very roots of our beings. When I finally settled in next to her, I felt filled to the brim but totally exhausted. My mind was swirling. I had not felt like I had just felt in years. Maybe never. Little tingles lasted inside my pussy for minutes afterward. Sweet tingles. Tingles of joy. "What's for breakfast?" I whispered as we cuddled once again. Her body felt so warm next to mine. "Bacon and eggs, I guess," she replied. "Sounds great. But you need to know something about me. It's very bad." "Like what?" she asked. "I never get out of bed in the morning when I am with someone unless I have totally unabashed sex." Heather laughed. "Didn't we just do that?" "That was just for starters, sweetie." She laughed again. "Wow, give her an inch and she takes a mile." "Maybe about a hundred miles. I like taking from you, Heather. Cum see me in the morning." We slept like babies until the light of the morning sun broke through the curtains. I awakened first, unaccustomed to these new surroundings. I had ended up curled in a fetal position behind Heather, my pussy hairs pressed into her sweet derriere and my right arm snuggled between her breasts, held tightly by her warm arms. I kissed the nape of her neck and she stirred only slightly. "Wake up, sleepy-head." She stirred again. A stir that told me she had come back to life from her dream world. Surely she remembered my promise of unabashed sex. If she didn't remember, she would soon find out. Sweet, Sweet Heather Ch. 03 Being next to Heather in the first light of sunrise was a dream-come-true. Her body was soft and warm. Her red hair shimmered beautifully. Hundreds of freckles dotted her back and shoulders; some day I would spend the time to kiss each one. Wind whistled from outside the window, but neither of us cared about what was happening anywhere but in her bedroom. She came out of her deep sleep slowly, goaded on by my kisses on the side of her neck and on her shoulders. She was a delight to wake up next to. She held my arm tightly to her chest, as if she never wanted to let me go. Almost completely out of her sleep, she gently kissed the palm of my hand. Brushing her hair to the side, I uncovered her right ear and blew a soft breath of warm air into it. Her whole body shuddered. When I flicked the tip of my tongue inside her ear, she moaned softly. “Oh, Beth, that feels so good.” “Did you sleep well, angel?” “Like a baby,” she cooed. “I think we were both exhausted. I’ll never forget last night.” “And I won’t either. But we never did get to have the talk we were going to have.” “Maybe it’s best. When it’s time to talk, we will. For now I am just trying to sort out in my mind why I don’t feel guilty about what we did.” Heather turned around until we were facing each other, our naked bodies still entwined in a warm embrace. In the soft light of morning her face was even more beautiful than I remembered. “If you don’t think it’s right, Beth…” “Hey! If I didn’t think it was right, I wouldn’t be here now. I wouldn’t be here now still wanting to fuck your brains out over and over again. There isn’t one bone inside me that thinks what happened last night was wrong. It was beautiful, Heather.” She smiled. How I loved her smile! And her face, so flawless even with the sweet freckles of youth. She was the kind of girl who looked perfect without make-up. Maybe a touch of mascara or a dash of lipstick, but otherwise her complexion needed nothing but soft sunlight to bring out the delicate beauty of her skin. I could look at her forever and still be in awe of her sweet appearance. “I was afraid I would disappointment you, Beth,” she whispered. “I’ve never been with a woman.” “Could have fooled me, sweetheart. You sure had me turned on.” I pressed my palm against the side of her cheek. I loved touching her. She pressed her body deeper into mine, crushing our breasts together. I held her tightly and gently scratched her back with my fingernails. “I want you so much,” I whispered. She giggled. “And I want you. More than life itself. But I need to pee and brush away my morning breath away before you ravage my body again.” “Go for it!” I laughed. “We are going to have to share my toothbrush if you want to brush your teeth too,” she said. “Sharing a tooth brush doesn’t usually occur until well into a relationship. I am honored indeed!” We took turns with our morning ministrations. I came out the bathroom feeling totally refreshed as horny as a proverbial hoot owl. Heather had pulled the covers over her body; just her head peeked out from beneath the blanket. I stood next to the bed and looked down at her, naked as the day I was born. Heather looked at me as her pretty blue eyes roamed the length of my body. “You are so very beautiful, Beth.” I felt my face blush. How could she know I loved receiving compliments, even if I knew in my heart of hearts I would never make it as a covergirl, except in the eyes of a lover. “Thank you. But you, my dear, are the one who has all the sexy good looks. You are the prettiest girl I have ever known.” The face above the blankets blushed. “Your boobs are much better than mine," she said softly, looking right at them. "And you have a classic take-home-to-mom look. Except when you are here, with me. Then it’s kinda take-to-bed.” We both laughed. I jumped on the bed and straddled her, over the top of the blankets. I felt like I had known Heather forever. She was so easy to be with. There was no phoniness, no pretending. With Heather you got exactly what you saw—pure beauty and sincerity. “It might be ravaging time, young lady,” I said with a wry smile. “I’m so shy,” she protested. “And I’m almost a virgin.” I laughed out loud. “Almost a virgin is like almost being pregnant, silly. Either you are or you aren’t. Which are you?” “Well, I’m not pregnant, so I must be a virgin,” she replied with eyes batting seductively followed by a bright smile. “Seriously, Heather, are you really a virgin?” She blushed an even deeper red. “Well, not everywhere. I’ve been with men, if that’s what you mean. But I have never let a man take me…” She paused, thinking of the right words to say. “You know, take me back there.” A light bulb suddenly went off in my head. The pretty little stinker was offering me her anal virginity. Who was I to turn her down? I bit my lower lip, thinking of what might be best to say at this very moment. The offer, sexy as it sounded, was nonetheless sweet and sincere. “Turn over, sweetie, and I will take you places you have never been.” Heather turned over, still under the covers, her arms folded on top of her pillow, her forehead resting on her arm. I slowly pulled the blanket down, over her naked back. Leaning forward, I kissed her shoulder blades, then licked and kissed the delicate skin I had just revealed. She moaned softly. I moved my body down until I was straddling her knees, then lowered the blanket further down until her unbelievably beautiful ass came into view. Sunlight rippled across the alabaster skin of the perfectly rounded globes. Nature had given Heather an absolutely divine derriere. Try as I might, I could never put into words how beautiful her ass looked that morning. What was even more astounding, however, is that this pretty girl had just offered it up to me; it was mine for the taking. I leaned over once more and planted a thousand tiny kisses all over the proffered buns. With each kiss, Heather squirmed. She kept repeating how beautiful it felt to have her ass adorned with such tender kisses. Her moans goaded me on. I stopped the kissing from time to time in order to massage the firm yet wonderfully pliable flesh. The exquisite feel of her derriere on my palms was turning me on so much I could feel my juices starting to flow from deep within me. Just as I had done the night before, I pried the cheeks open from time to time, stealing quick peeks at Heather’s beautiful, tiny pink rosebud. A rosebud I would soon deflower. “You are sure you want this?” I cooed softly. She turned her head slightly. “More sure than anything in my entire life, Beth. Don’t tease me, do it!” Heather accentuated her pleas by raising her ass invitingly higher. She was handing it to me on a silver platter. Suddenly I opened her completely, spreading it wide. She sucked in her breath out of surprise more than anything as I took the opportunity to survey the target area. This was too good to be true; I had to be dreaming. “Reach back and hold it open for me, Heather,” I said in a firm voice. She moved her hands to own sweet ass and spread the cheeks. To lubricate the diminutive opening I had a choice of my saliva or her love juices. Her slit was totally moist already with a flow of sweet nectar. My index finger slid easily into her. Her cunt was steamy hot. She moaned softly as I coated my finger with a copious amount of the fluid. When I withdrew it, it glistened in the morning light. Using just the tip of my finger, I moistened the rosebud with her own spendings, circling it, teasing it. Not satisfied that I had lubricated the entry sufficiently, I dipped my finger back into the warm honeypot and extracted more of Heather’s love juices. This time I took my index finger out and touched her anus once more. She squirmed in delight as I began to press inward on the elastic tissue. To my surprise, I broke the sphincteral plane with ease. She cried out in pleasure as I gently pressed my finger all the way into her. The rectal walls were smooth as silk and totally pliant. I had just taken Heather’s virginity back there and, judging by her constant squeals and moans, she was enjoying every delightful moment. I began to work my finger slowly, in a piston-like movement, withdrawing it almost completely, and then gently easing it back in. “OH! Fuck me, Beth! Yesssssssssssss! Yessssssssssssss!” As I pressed my finger inward, Heather moved her hips back toward the invader, trying to work it deeper into her. Fully ensconced, I wiggled the finger inside her, and she responded with loud squeals of pure delight. I lost track of time as I continued the anal invasion without let-up, varying only the speed of the entry and withdrawal or the movements inside the warm cavern. Her words were now unintelligible. Moans were mixed with “Ngggggggggg Nggggggggg” sounds, punctuated from time to time with loud “Oh’s” and “Ah’s.” Heather, still holding her ass cheeks apart, began to rotate her hips in a rhythmic motion in order to vary the feeling of my finger inside her. “Are you ready for a nice surprise?” I asked. “Oh, anything. You can do anything you want!” I slowly withdrew my finger completely, moved my body to a kneeling position behind her, leaned over, and brought my face close to Heather’s perfect ass. I blew warm air directly over her anus and she let out a long “OHHHHHHHHHHH!” Boldly, I leaned closer and kissed the opening I had just deflowered. Heather sucked in her breath again as I used the tip of my tongue to tease the rosebud. Not satisfied with just teasing it, I pressed the flat of my tongue over it and began a slow licking movement that drove her up a wall. Alternating between long, slow licks and teasing butterfly motions with the tip of my tongue, I brought Heather easily to the brink. Her breathing was so labored I thought she was going to have a heart attack. Keeping my tongue pressed against Heather’s anus, I eased a thumb into her totally soaked vagina. It was all that was needed to bring her over the edge. She would later tell me it was the orgasm of a lifetime. “The Mother of all O’s” were her exact words. As she came down from her high of highs, she plopped onto the bed, totally exhausted. Completely satiated. “Oh, Beth, that was wonderful. More than I ever imagined.” “I could play with your sweet little ass non-stop for the next hundred years and still want more.” “And I would give you more, sweet Beth. I feel so close to you. I can’t believe it. I may have to kidnap you and tie you to the bed to prevent you from ever leaving.” “Oh, so we are into bondage play already, huh?” Heather laughed. “Something else I always wanted to try.” Mmmm. Something else we definitely would try I thought to myself. I moved next to her and pulled the blankets over us once more, my arm draped over her back, by head nestled in the crook of her neck, kissing her softly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do, Heather. Anything at all.” “No holes barred?” she giggled. “You are something else, girl. If I had only met you three years ago…” “Beth, I promise I will never come between you and Linda. I know my place. I am just a ship passing in the night, and I’ll enjoy it for as long as I can.” “Sweetie, I already know this isn’t a one night stand. I don’t know how I will deal with Linda, but that is my problem, not yours. Let’s just enjoy our time together and let the chips fall where they may.” “Then you will stay long enough for bacon and eggs?” I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes. “Maybe longer, babe. But I have a confession to make.” “Uh-oh. Unabashed sex also after breakfast?” “Not quite, you little stinker. I always enjoy giving someone a nice little spanking right afterward.” “Sounds like a personal problem, especially if you are at a restaurant,” she giggled. “Good point. Waiters seldom seem to understand.” “And I have a confession to make also.” “Yes?” “I give the greatest head in the world after getting spanked.” I laughed out loud. “How many times have you been spanked?” “Never.” “Then how do you know you give the greatest head in the world after getting spanked?” “Just watch me…” Her voice drifted off into space. Finally, she said, “Let’s go eat. I can’t wait for the aftermath. There’s a couple robes in the closet, lover.” “I always eat breakfast in the buff, dear Heather.” “Well isn’t that funny—I always cook in the nude.” We both laughed, letting out a lot of nervous energy. The day was still young, our relationship was hardly off the ground, but I knew this would be a day I would never forget. Sweet, Sweet Heather Ch. 04 We walked, hand-in-hand, to Heather's kitchen, both of us wearing nothing but our smiles. I felt, in a strange way, a little more shyness than I normally felt. Heather seemed totally at home with our little nude jaunt. She carried herself well, walking smoothly and giggling most of the way. Her breasts, due mostly to their diminutive size, hardly bounced at all when she moved, but they still looked so beautiful. Mine wiggled from side to side. My nipples were like hard pebbles. "I'll cook the bacon and eggs," she said as we got to the kitchen. "You make the coffee." "Deal," I said, and we went about our separate ways to complete the tasks. To prevent grease from burning the front of her body, Heather donned a short, white apron with a red lace border that made her pretty as a picture and, of course, showed off her delectable ass to perfection. Waiting for the coffee to brew, I sat at the breakfast table and watched her. Every once in a while she turned and gave me a wink or a smile. She chattered almost the whole time she was cooking, mostly about small things like her favorite foods or her fondness for animals. She told me about her job—an office manager at a warehouse—that she felt was kind of boring but at least put food on the table. By the time the carafe of coffee was ready, Heather was scooping up the eggs and bacon and throwing them on our plates. I poured two cups of coffee, asked her how she liked hers, and put two small cubes of sugar in each. She threw her apron over the chair as she approached the table. I looked her up and down, taking in her awesome nakedness, and she blushed as she followed my eyes. "Hey, you saw it all last night and again this morning," she said with a soft smile. "I can never see enough of it, sweetie. You are absolutely gorgeous when you are naked. I just love looking at you like this." "Lend me some of your boobs and I would be a lot happier." I sensed she felt like there wasn't enough up top to make me happy. "Look, young lady, I happen to like every part of your sweet body and I wouldn't change one part it, not for the world." "Thanks. You make me feel wanted." She sat down next to me and we chatted some more. More small talk. More likes and dislikes. We found that we had a lot in common, like in movies and our love of animals, especially baby animals. Both of us enjoyed romantic comedies; neither of us liked television sitcoms. Heather liked to swim for exercise; I liked to take long walks. There wasn't one ounce of fat on her body; she took excellent care of it. As she was talking about one of her favorite movies, Heather nonchalantly lifted her left leg up and placed her heel on the seat of the chair. The view she had just given me was out of this world. Her slit was perfect—a nice, puffy vulva and a gorgeous crack from the top of which peeked out, ever so invitingly, her full clitoral hood. I wanted to kneel on the floor and service it for the next few hours. Finally, I spoke up. "Nice view," I said, looking straight at Heather's gorgeous cunt. She blushed and looked down. "Oh, my. I wasn't even thinking." She started to move her leg and I quickly stopped her by holding her left leg in place. "Don't. It's too lovely a view to take away." Heather smiled. "And if I should take the view away?" "Well, the spanking would have to be all the much harder, I guess." She waited until I brought my cup of coffee to my mouth. "Only if you catch me!" she giggled as she quickly arose and started running toward the bedroom. By the time I put my coffee cup down, the little stinker had a three step head-start on me. I turned and jumped out of the chair as fast as I could, catching a glimpse of Heather's perfect derriere half-way down the hall. I ran as fast as I could and gained ground when she entered her bedroom and tried to shut the door on me. I fell to my knees and with one quick movement, grasped her right ankle with two hands. She squealed like a Guinea pig and tried to turn away from me, but my grip was too strong. In the process of turning, she fell to the floor, on her side, full of constant giggles. I pushed the door open with my shoulder and pounced on her like a tigress. I crawled half-way up her body and held her tightly. Suddenly I took a friendly but nonetheless slightly painful bite out of her right ass cheek. She squealed again. "Hey! That hurts!" "You ran from me, you little shit!" "You were going to spank me!" "You deserved it. And still do!" I bit down again playfully. "EEEEEEEEEEE! That's it! I'm reporting you!" I laughed out loud. "You're reporting me? To whom?" "The SPCA!" "They are off on Sundays." "Then the New York Port Authority!" I laughed again. "The New York Port Authority has no jurisdiction over people complaining of ass bites." "My uncle is a criminal judge in upstate New York. He'll throw your ass in jail, you swine!" "Mmmmm. I wouldn't be able to come here and ravage your body if I were in jail. I don't like that idea at all. If I promise not to bite your ass anymore, will you be lenient on me?" Heather smiled. "If you promise not to bite my ass anymore I may just have to kidnap you and force you to do it." "You are so bad. You liked it, you shit." "I'll never tell." I slowly slithered further up Heather's naked body. In the process, she turned onto her back, opening her legs nice and wide for me to press my body into. Her legs came around my back. My pubic bone came naturally into place over hers, my pussy hairs mingling with the upper part of her sex. Her gorgeous red hair fell beautifully into place on each side of her head; her hands were above her head, wrist to wrist, palms up. I put my left hand over her wrists and brushed her left eyebrow with the tips of my fingers. "You are too beautiful for words, Heather," I said softly. She bit her lip, a little nervously. "I feel so happy with you, Beth. I never thought it would be like this. I was kinda scared, and you made things so easy for me. You are a good teacher." It was my turn to smile. "And you are a great pupil. There is so much for you to learn." What happened then was something I will never, ever forget. My mouth slowly moved downward until our lips met. The kiss, soft and easy-going at first, soon turned into the most passionate, most erotic kiss I have ever known. When my tongue delved deeply into the warm, moist cavern of Heather's mouth, she turned into a wreathing sexual time-bomb. She brought her arms around me, hugged me as tightly as humanly possible, and continued kissing me with such a fervor, with such complete abandon, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Every once in a while she would shove her pubis into mine, for emphasis, but this whole scenario was centered on the kiss of a lifetime. A kiss for all ages. The mother of all kisses. It went on, seemingly endlessly, for the better part of ten minutes. It broke several times for less than three or four heartbeats before it continued. Our tongues fought for each other's territory. Our teeth ground together. We sucked voraciously on each other's tongues and lips. The kiss just seemed to build and build into a maddening crescendo of moans and smacks of lips and gasps for air. Outside of this kiss, in this place, at this time, nothing else existed. I really don't even remember how it ended, but by the time it did I had moved my left leg across Heather's hip and brought my hairy bush flat against the slit she had only recently gave me a cats-eye view of. I held onto her left leg for leverage and started churning my cunt against hers. The both of us had been so excited by the super-passionate kiss that we had had become literally drenched in love juices. The resulting "trib" was the wettest one I had ever known. As we pressed our bodies into each other, we seemed to glide back and forth on each other's juices. Usually I like to center my clit directly over my lover's when I do a trib, but the copious flow of sexual excretions from our respective bodies and Heather's constantly undulating hips made that all but impossible. The sounds of two delightfully squishing pussies was music to my ears. Our moans became louder and louder until our bodies gave into the gyrations and we both exploded, Heather first followed shortly thereafter by me. I had multiple orgasms for the first time in a long time, most of them short, quick ones. But the first couple of orgasms were mind-bending, unforgettable. I must confess that it was either during the fantastic kiss or the gut-wrenching trib, I can't remember which, but suddenly I came to the realization that this relationship was about to blossom into something wonderful and beautiful. Something that would last forever. We came down slowly, and I soon ended up in the position we had started, looking down at my sweet Heather. "You drive me wild, woman." She gave me another of her infectious smiles. "Good. I like that." "But now, young lady, I am afraid you must pay the price of running away from me. To the victor belongs the spoils." She looked up at me with her pretty blue eyes and said, simply, "Okay then, spoil me." "I want you to get up and straddle the corner of your bed, on your tummy, with your ass poking out." Heather worked her way out from under me and did exactly as she told, looking over her shoulder when she was in place and giving me a nod. "I'm ready," she said proudly. The view of her puffy sex at the kitchen table was wonderful, but the sight of spread legs and her upturned ass, literally begging to be spanked, was too much to take. Little did she know it, but she had an ass that was made to be spanked. I arose and moved toward her, never taking my eyes from the gorgeous split pumpkin. To my total surprise, Heather looked back at me and said, "Don't hold back, Beth." "I won't, baby." I started her out slowly, building her up. The first few spanks didn't even redden her alabaster buttocks. "Harder," she pleaded. "Easy, sweetie. Let me work it nice and slow. In a few minutes you'll be begging me to stop." "Not in a thousand years." "If it gets too hard, the safe word is 'mercy.' Say the safe word and I'll stop." It took me a good five minutes to get the spanking to a point of even mild pain. As soon as she felt the pain, Heather lifted her hips slightly and spread her legs even wider, giving me an even more inviting target. Soon each spank was evoking a loud "oh" or "ah", but she never flinched. She just asked for more. The ass cheeks quickly went from pink to red and began to ripple slightly as my blows increased in intensity. I moved from cheek to cheek, alternately, sometimes reigning two or three slaps in quick succession over the same area. Sometimes I gently rubbed the redness, soothing away the pain, before striking down even harder. More than once I took Heather's breath away with a good, loud spank, but she never asked me to stop. Every once in a while I dipped two or three fingers into Heather's still dripping honey-pot, just to change the sensation and give her a little reward for her bravery, but I always returned to the task at hand. The spanking lasted almost twenty minutes, and by the time I was done Heather was literally a ball of sweat. Her buns were ripe red apples. Her face was totally flushed, but not near the color of her derriere. I stopped only because my hand began to hurt. She had taken more than I thought she could. I knelt down next to the bed, put my arm around her back, and lightly kissed her shoulder. We ended up in bed, covers pulled over us, snuggling contentedly. We never got out of bed that day. Heather was beyond compare, as sweet as sweet could be. The good side of me told me to go slow, to nurture this budding relationship, to always keep the sexual side of it but, at the same time, to let that side of it mellow into something wonderful for the non-sexual part of the relationship. The devil inside me told me to fuck this girl's brains out every chance I got and get the greatest sexual satisfaction I could. For once, my good side won. When the lease was up on the apartment I had shared with Linda for almost three years, I moved in with Heather. It was strange, but I never heard from Linda again. I assumed she had found someone new also. Heather and I soon fell head over heals in love. We still kept the out-of-this world sex going, but we tempered it with a loving, caring relationship. We learned to communicate our feelings to one another in a way that made both of us feel a closeness we could only have dreamed about before we met. We gave each other sufficient space so neither of us felt like we didn't have our own lives. Yes, perhaps within my heart of hearts I could imagine a world without Heather, but I just couldn't imagine living in it. - The End -