0 comments/ 128553 views/ 15 favorites Walk the Wild Side By: genderbender The fictional vignettes below are inspired by real life personal ads published in the San Francisco Weekly in a section titled Wild Side, Women Seeking Women. I hope my stories tickle your imagination as the ads tickled mine. With the exception of one ad modified slightly to accommodate the storyline, the ads are presented exactly as they appeared in SFWeekly two years ago. If you're looking for gorgeous, kinky lesbians, San Francisco is defintely the place for you! * * * * * Lisa finds Kelly Curious Exotic Female 5'8", 125lbs, blonde/hazel, 36-26-36, seeks same for first time encounter -- hopefully more! Clean, safe, discreet, and very feminine Part-time model Interested? Wild#7038 07/22 Kelly dialed the number printed on the piece of paper. Her fingers were shaking. The ad came out about a week ago and this was the first time she'd gotten up the nerve to call for her messages. If any of her friends knew she'd written an ad like this they'd have a fit! Everyone thought she was straight, which of course was factually true. The closest she'd come to getting it on with another woman had been in high school when she and Leslie Cabot started making out one night after drinking a bottle of very potent wine. It started out as a very funny conversation comparing the boys they'd each gone out with. Fumbling, insistent fingers and slobbering kisses were the rule among their assorted boy friends. Then they started talking about French kissing, which Leslie insisted she'd done many times. Kelly wasn't convinced and after the last glasses were drained they found themselves on the sofa, awkwardly angling heads as they found one another's lips. To both girl's great surprise, the sensation of kissing another girl was far superior to most of what they'd experienced at that time in their young lives. By the time Leslie's parents arrived home, the two girls were passionately making out in the basement, bodies writhing together on the lumpy sofa, their lips literally bruising one another as tongues slid from mouth to mouth with abandon. When next they saw one another, both now fully sober, the tension in the air was almost suffocating. They never spoke of what transpired between them that night and gradually drifted apart. "You have three messages..." Kelly pushed the required button and waited for the miraculous instrument to speak to her. The telephone cradled in the palm of her hand was covered with perspiration. She was really getting warm. "Hi, my name is Chris. You sound good enough to eat." Click. A man's voice. Exactly what she didn't want, not now. Her last relationship had been a disaster, the handsome, articulate man showing himself eventually to be a real asshole. She pushed the button again. "Hello. I'm interested in meeting you. I hope you won't be offended if I ask for a copy of a photo before we do. If you'll send a recent full-figure photo to P.O.Box 1578 in San Rafael, I'll send you a picture of me. I think you'll like what you see. This is my first time too, so I'm being a little bit cautious. I'm sure you understand. My name is Lisa." Click. Kelly's heart was in her throat. A real woman talking about getting together for a first time encounter - hopefully more. That's what Kelly had written in her ad, so that must be what the woman wanted. She didn't say how old she was. Kelly's mind began spinning and then another message came through the receiver and she pressed the required button. "Hey sweet thing. You don't say, so I guess you're open to a soft butch like me. I'd love to get together and check out the chemistry. Nothing heavy, just a look see. My eyes can't wait to feast themselves on your luscious body. Maybe a cup of coffee would do? My name is Rebel but don't let that worry you. I'm a lot mellower now. Give me a ring, okay. My number is 654-7891." Click. Kelly hadn't really thought about what sort of woman she was interested in meeting, but with Lisa and Rebel's messages to choose between she had little doubt Lisa would get her first attention. Her mind began going over recent photos of herself, ones that showed off her excellent figure. What a thought, wanting to look good in a woman's eyes, a woman she hoped would become her lover. The idea really turned her on! Lisa noted the lack of return address and concluded the woman who gave her name merely as Kelly was being as cautious as she was. She unfolded the letter and picked up the glossy photo that fell out. The woman was wearing short shorts and a tank top that hugged her curvaceous body. Blonde hair was swept away from a lovely face. Beautiful would be too strong a word, but very attractive would not be too much of a stretch. She glanced at the letter. Dear Lisa, Thank you for calling about my ad. I was afraid no one would respond. I felt so foolish placing it. I've never done anything like it before and half expected everyone would think I was some weirdo. I'm not that at all. I've just had this urge ever since I was a teenager to get to know another woman like that, you know. I kissed a close girl friend when I was fifteen and it sort of blew some circuits. It scared me so much that I avoided close contact with women, even women friends. I don't have any trouble getting attention from men, but I find myself wanting to re-experience the excitement I discovered with that girlfriend. I hope you'll write to me and that we can meet. I've gotten a post office box too. You can write me there. Lisa looked again at the picture, her mind leaping back in time to that wonderful summer. Kelly was voluptuous like Carly though her complexion was completely different. She knew she'd never find a perfect replacement for her first and most tantalizing lover, but her mind still played its little games. She noted the address and began composing her response. This was definitely worth pursuing a bit further. Lisa finds Ginger Stunning Bi-Blonde Gorgeous, feminine, sophisticate, (30), terrific body (genuine assets), very chic, spunk, style, charm and heaps of sex appeal. Seeks hot looking femme for innocuous conversation and wanton seduction. Wild#7618 07/29 Ginger called for messages, hopeful of finding some new ones. She was getting tired of sick butches hot for her body. She'd had enough of possessive men and had no intention of getting into the same kind of relationship with some lesbian who wanted to own her body and soul. She'd discovered women while in college and knew they could be an exciting alternative to men. Her roommate Julie was the one, the guide on her magical mystery tour... Ginger came home literally falling down drunk after a dreadful date with a Phi Delt who wouldn't take no for an answer. After filling her with booze he attacked her in an upstairs bathroom. She was able to fight him off and stumbled down the dimly lit stairs. A fellow from one of her classes drove her to her apartment where Julie took charge. "Can you lift your arms?" Ginger was resting heavily against Julie, both young women seated on the edge of Ginger's bed. She tried to lift her arms but they seemed to go no higher than her shoulders. Julie was struggling with her sweater, which was now above her breasts but held by her arms. Julie leaned closer, her hands under Ginger's arms, lifting them as she pushed the sweater higher. Ginger felt her roommate's breasts touching her own but thought nothing of it. The sweater slid free and her arms collapsed to her side. Ginger stared down through her hazy mind as Julie unzipped her jeans and pulled them off. Ginger suddenly fell back onto the bed, losing her balance as the jeans slid from under her bottom. She lay there, vaguely aware of fingers taking off her shoes and socks before pulling her jeans off. The next thing she was aware of was the presence of her roommate lying at her side. She turned her head, eyes trying to focus on Julie's lovely face only inches from hers. "You did it again, didn't you sweetheart?" Ginger wasn't sure what Julie was talking about. "You give these guys the look, shake your booty and they go wild." Ginger smiled in recognition. Julie had told her before that she had to be more careful about leading guys on, that guys couldn't be trusted. She tried to formulate words to convey her appreciation for Julie's concern but the presence of fingers on her bare belly, just below her breasts commanded her attention. "You're really too sexy for your own good, aren't you sweetheart?" Julie rolled closer to her on the bed. Ginger was suddenly aware of her roommate's breast pressing against her bare arm. Julie was a gorgeous young woman. It always struck Ginger as curious that she didn't have a string of young lotharios after her. She never made the connection with the possibility Julie might be gay and didn't make that connection in this intimate moment either. She was, however, aware of the warmth of the body next to hers, and the sensation of fingers gently spreading over the sensitive skin of her belly. Her body responded instinctively, possibly building on sexual feelings stirred by that asshole who kept pawing her breasts and jamming his knee between her thighs. She sighed, her legs opening and closing again. The fingers were moving lower. "A little turned on, heh?" The fingers slid over her panties, the sexy silk bikini panties she always wore to such advantage. Her thighs fell open in an invitation the fingers quickly accepted. Ginger was in an altered state that made it difficult for her to connect the fingers now teasing her through the silk of her panties with her friend and roommate who lay next to her on the bed. There was no mistaking though the sensations stirring in her loins, the familiar feelings that invariably led to sexual release. And the fingers were so good at touching her, unlike any she'd known before, perhaps with the exception of her own fingers when they gave her pleasure. "That's it baby, let it go, let it go!" The words were whispered in her ear. She could feel the breath behind them, sensing the lips were close. Then a tongue touched her ear, devilishly penetrating the opening. Her moan was involuntary but it spoke volumes about what she was feeling at that moment. The tongue continued its dance which seemed uncannily connected to the fingers playing across her engorged clitoris. Ginger suddenly exploded, her orgasm jerking her hips off the bed. Her head rolled from side to side, her fists clutching the bedspread. Then lips were on hers and she gave herself up totally to the offered kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss. Ginger fell asleep, never quite connecting her sexual release to the presence of her roommate. It wasn't until morning when she found herself lying naked in her own bed wrapped in the embrace of her equally naked friend and companion of these past few months, that Ginger realized what happened. Surprisingly she didn't resist this dawning awareness. She simply gazed down at the gorgeous, naked woman lying next to her and prepared herself for the next chapter of their redefined relationship... If Julie hadn't moved to the coast after graduation, Ginger had no doubt they would still be lovers. Her friend showed her everything there was to know about loving another woman. She'd tasted it all during the last year of college, though she never felt inclined to join her friend in pursuing the lesbian scene off campus. Much to Julie's chagrin, Ginger still occasionally dated men and even more rarely had sex with them. Ginger knew she was bi-sexual, that neither a man, nor a woman would ever be able to satisfy her completely. "Hi, my name is Lisa. Your ad intrigues me, though in all honesty it also scares me a bit. I've never been with a woman before, at least not since I became a woman myself. If that sounds a bit confusing excuse me. That's pretty much what my life has been like for quite some time now. Anyway, I'd like to exchange photos if that interests you. I can assure you I meet your qualifications. If you meet mine I'd like to meet you. My post office box is 1548 in San Rafael. I look forward to hearing from you. Bye for now." Ginger smiled. This one sounded like a keeper. She picked up the photo of herself from the desk and thought about this woman's reaction. Nobody who'd ever met Ginger found her other that gorgeous. Lisa stared at the photo. It amazed her to realize a woman this stunning was in the market for another woman. The men of the world would heave a collective sigh of remorse if they knew such a woman chose to be with other women rather than with a man. Of course, Ginger advertised herself a bi-sexual, so perhaps there are some men feasting on this incredible body. If she hadn't already made an appointment to meet Kelly, this would have been the person she would focus all her attention on. Ginger called the number at the bottom of the letter and once again heard Lisa's voice, this time on her own answering machine. The minute she'd seen this young woman's picture she knew she had to meet her. Julie had been a knockout, but this woman was from a different league. A stunning body and perfect face. Ginger was surprised she hadn't seen this woman in a movie magazine before. She had star quality written all over her. There was no answer so she left a message. Kelly meets Lisa Kelly walked toward where she was seated, her long blonde curls dancing with each step. She was wearing a lightweight cashmere sweater large enough not to appear cheap, but sufficiently form fitting that no one would miss her lush breasts shifting beneath the soft fabric. The white slacks were well tailored and conformed to her slender thighs and narrow hips. Lisa waved toward her, but the young woman had already set eyes on her and simply smiled. She chose the seat next to Lisa's, sliding elegantly to rest before extending her hand. "Hi. You're even prettier in person." Lisa accepted the hand which was quite warm to the touch. She felt herself blush at the compliment. "Thank you. I could easily say the same about you." It was true. The picture had done little justice to this woman's lovely face. It told the truth about her spectacular body but not her face with its deep-set sparkling eyes and lush, full lips alight with gloss. Lisa felt herself responding to the physical presence of this young woman. "Have you ordered?" They proceeded to make small talk as they sipped tea and nibbled at a plate full of cookies. It turned out that Kelly was in fact a lingerie model who worked in various print media, including catalogues and occasional newspaper spreads. She was also a graduate student in psychology and hoped to become a therapist some day. Lisa was fascinated to hear her story. The fact their knees kept touching beneath the table and discreetly hidden by a table cloth, only added to the good feelings building between the two of them. By the time they said good-bye, they'd already decided to meet again. Next time Kelly was going to visit Lisa's home. The thought was tantalizing for them both. Ginger is Hot! What a strange feeling. Lisa peered at her reflection in the mirror. Despite the familiarity of the face she could have been looking at a stranger. The bright yellow spandex appeared to be painted on her thighs and legs. She turned to gaze at the round cheeks of her well-toned bottom that were equally revealed by the glimmering material. The white spandex tank top constrained her full breasts making it unnecessary to wear a brassiere, something for which she was grateful. The combined effect of no brassiere and the stretchy spandex, however, was incredibly sexy. Lisa typically dressed much more conservatively, so the appearance of her gorgeous bosom offered in such a daring way was unnerving. She pulled the oversized silk blouse on, hoping it would diminish the shocking sexuality of the tank top. It worked somewhat, but there was no denying her seductive appeal. She thought of Ginger's ad and knew her attire would draw warm approval at least and wanton seduction at most. She grabbed her handbag and the slip of paper with the address Ginger had given her over the phone and left. The club was South of Market, a part of town she seldom visited. With its leather bars and lesbian clubs it offered little that had in the past attracted her. Ginger assured her this wasn't a lesbian club which relieved Lisa somewhat, but she was still taken back by the loud music and outrageous decor that greeted her as she entered. Ginger had called the place's style androgynous funk. As her eyes grew accustomed to the minimal lighting she saw an assortment of patrons who could be either men or women, mixed in with others whose gender was not in any way in doubt. Masculine men in the tightest jeans that showed off their genitals and feminine women in daring costumes that made her's look downright conservative. She laughed to herself. Then her eyes caught sight of Ginger, who was dancing surrounded by a group of four men. She looked absolutely stunning, just as her ad and picture had promised. She was wearing a bright blue knit jumpsuit that appeared to have been painted on her incredibly voluptuous body. Lisa stood transfixed for a moment, then felt herself drawn to the scene like a moth to a bright light. When she reached the edge of the dance floor Ginger's eyes met hers and a smile of recognition crossed her full lips. She began moving toward Lisa in time to the music. None of the men seemed aware of what was happening, they simply moved with her, their eyes greedily caressing her body as she liquidly followed the pounding rhythms. Nothing prepared Lisa for what happened next. Ginger stepped off the dance floor and slid her arm beneath Lisa's silk shirt and around her torso, pulling her into an embrace before turning her body onto the dance floor. Lisa gave herself up to the music, the heavy beat, the hands holding her body tight to the lush curves she'd been following with her eyes only moments before. The men stood back, looks ranging from disappointment to appreciation on their faces as they watched the women dance together. Lisa remembered her dance with Carly, that wonderful feeling of a woman's curves against her young body. Ginger's breasts spread over her own bosom, a leg slid between her parted thighs as they turned. Lisa was transported. This was definitely a wanton seduction, only it was happening in front of four young studs who if given half the chance would fuck either of these beautiful young women. But the women were there only for each other, bodies pressed together, eyes locked in a gaze filled with powerful sexual energy. Then the music stopped and Lisa felt herself suspended in space and time. Suddenly lips touched hers, a soft, inviting kiss she could in no way resist, even with those men's eyes staring at her. She returned the kiss, welcoming the tongue that slid between her lips. Then the kiss broke and she heard a collective sigh from their circle of admirers. Ginger turned toward the men. "Sorry guys. My date arrived." Ginger's fingers spread over her breast, pressing the heavy mound through the spandex. Lisa glanced around, extremely self-conscious about being touched so intimately in this public place. Her blouse was spread wide, her breasts thrust over the top of the table at their booth. Anyone glancing in their direction would see Ginger's long red-tipped fingers caressing her breasts. To her surprise she saw other's casually and openly expressing their desire for one another. It came in every possible form, from a man cupping another man's genitals to a third man foraging within a woman's open blouse, breasts naked, to two women making out in a corner booth, their hands busily moving beneath the table's surface. Ginger had obviously planned this meeting well. Lisa closed her eyes, relishing the caressing fingers, knowing this gorgeous woman had no intention of stopping there. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 2 The fictional vignettes below were inspired from real life personal ads published in San Francisco Weekly in a section called Wild Side, Women Seeking Women. Except for slight modifications required to facilitate the storylines, the ads presented are as they appear in SFWeekly. If an original ad was placed by any reader of this service, I hope you won't be offended by where my imagination has taken your words. * * * * * Femme Wanted Looking for young, fun, outgoing, open minded, humorous, busty female to share in fun and intimate times. I am 28, 130, 5'6", beautiful and bi-racial Wild#7246 07/29 Laura had precisely the kind of busty body she was looking for. By the time she'd been fourteen her body was so lusciously developed that she was forever being hounded by the boys and men of her small town. What a relief it had been to move to the city when she was old enough for college. But to her surprise, when she arrived on campus the attention was even worse because now there were lesbian and bisexual women after her as well! And since she shared bathrooms and lockerooms with such women, the opportunities for mayhem were that much greater. When that sexy little black girl, Melanie, stepped up to her in the shower and slid her hand between Laura's slender thighs and started teasing her clitoris, she'd been too shocked to do anything but stand there. No one else joined them in the shower, whether by accident or design she was never able to discover. What she knew, however, was that her body quickly responded to the girl's expert fingers and before she realized what was happening she came, her thighs quivering, knees turning to jelly. It was natural to visit Melanie's dorm room, where her education began in earnest. No one in the city knew Laura was half black. They took her exotic appearance as oriental, which of course she was as well. Half black, half Japanese. She found herself comfortable with Melanie, though that sudden assault in the showers changed things forever between them. Once in the small room, the door locked behind them, things escalated quickly. Finding herself naked on that narrow bed, her body writhing against the delicious curves of this young black beauty was more exciting than anything she'd ever before experienced. When fingers, lips and tongue began their marvelous journey over her heaving breasts and between her widespread thighs, she knew she'd found paradise. She still fucked a man now and then, but she was always ready for a sensuous, busty young woman to make love with. The woman who answered her ad was beyond Laura's wildest imagination. They'd spoken on the phone after exchanging messages. Laura had thought to ask for a photo but she decided what the hell, it was only a meeting for coffee. If the chemistry wasn't right either one of them could simply drop the whole thing. Rebecca told her she had long blond hair and was about 5'8". She said she'd be wearing a miniskirt and tee shirt. Laura arrived early and found a table overlooking the busy San Francisco street. After ordering she settled back in her chair and began watching the people in the upscale coffee shop as well as those passing on the street. Almost on the hour she caught sight of Rebecca, and what a sight it was! The girl walked with a spring in her step that caused those oversized breasts in her tight tee shirt to do the mambo. And everyone along the street was watching each luscious step of that sweet young thing's swinging hips. This was a body to die for, beyond a doubt. Then the thought crossed her mind that it couldn't be Rebecca. No way could she have such good fortune. She watched the young woman turn into the coffee shop, then pause just inside the door as she scanned the people seated at the tables. A number of young guys had already spotted her, heads turning to follow the girl as she slowly made her way between tables. Suddenly their eyes met and Laura smiled. The other young woman did as well. A moment later this sensual temptress was seated next to Laura, their knees touching beneath the small table. Throughout their conversation Laura could feel the eyes on the two of them. She knew they were very attractive young women and the attention was flattering. At the same time she found herself becoming quite possessive of the lovely creature seated close to her. Her mind spun into fantasy of what it would be like to be naked with Rebecca, to feel that lush body pressed to her own. The thoughts stirred juices between her thighs and she could tell her panties were wet. "This it the first ad I've answered. I mean the first time I responded to another woman's ad." Rebecca would not be called beautiful in the normal sense of the word. She appeared to be an overachieving small town girl with features that were less than refined. But she used makeup well and her hair was quite lovely. There was also a sparkle in her deep-set eyes that seemed almost mirthful. When added to her very voluptuous young body, the package was much more than worth pursuing. "So what made you decide to answer my ad?" They had shifted their chairs closer together to give them a little more privacy as they had this rather intimate conversation. Their knees were still touching, their fingertips only an inch apart on the table's surface. "Well, its kind of a long story..." Rebecca worked in a law office as a file clerk. She'd been in the City for a couple of years and at this office for over a year. She liked the people and the work was tolerable. One of the lawyers had been encouraging her to go back to school to get a degree as a paralegal so she could make more money and have more interesting work. At first she'd really appreciated this young woman's interest in her. Erin had recently passed the bar and took her position with the firm very seriously. She fashioned herself as a power player and wore really conservative clothes, pinstripe suits more often with trousers than with skirts. She also wore her hair very short. Although she was quite attractive, she seemed almost masculine to Rebecca in both her dress and personal mannerisms. But because she showed such an interest in Rebecca's welfare, nothing else really mattered. Then one evening, when Rebecca was working late putting away files from a recently settled case, Erin had come into the file room. She said she was looking for a file and Rebecca offered to help her find it. The next thing Rebecca knew Erin was standing behind her in front of an open file drawer, hands on Rebecca's waist, breasts pressing into her shoulder blades. She tried to focus on the files riffling through her fingers but the pressure of the woman's body against hers was very unsettling. Rebecca had had enough men come on to her that she understood this wasn't an accident. They were probably alone in the office, at least alone in the administrative area. Erin's breathing was heavy, then her hands slid up into the drawer, thumbs and wrists brushing the sides of Rebecca's breasts. She almost panicked at that moment. But something kept her from pushing Erin away, from telling her to back off. Suddenly Rebecca realized she was getting excited, that her body was responding to this woman's body pressed against her own. Then she got frightened. What if someone walked in? What if she get in trouble and lost her job? She found the file and stepped to one side, gently pushing Erin's arm out of the way. Erin's face was flushed but Rebecca had no doubt hers was as well. Erin took the file with a muted thank you and quickly left the file room. Rebecca was too shaken to finish her filing and left for the night. But she had great difficulty sleeping that night. Images kept swirling through her mind, images of women, of Erin, of those hands sliding beneath her arms. She tried to put it out of her mind and focus on her work, but she found herself looking at the other women in the office in a different way. She wondered who among her co-workers was lesbian or who was bi-sexual. She began reading about the subject, curious what it was all about. She was aware that many more women were exploring this world and after much soul searching decided to give it a try. She absolutely ruled out having an affair with someone she worked with every day. That was a recipe for disaster. So she started checking the personals and finally decided to answer Laura's... "Well, I'm glad you did." Laura reached out and squeezed Rebecca's hand. "I am too." The delicious smile crossed her full lips and her eyes sparkled. Laura couldn't be happier. They went to the movies on their first date, then took a leisurely walk through Golden Gate Park on their second. Walking with Rebecca in her shorts and tank top was quite an adventure considering all the attention her lush young body drew from both men and women. It took all of Laura's will power to keep her hands off the girl. After the walk they stopped by Laura's place to wash up before going out for something to eat. At least that's what they told each other when they left the park. Laura was hoping for something a little more exciting. Rebecca was standing at the sink in the bathroom brushing her hair. Laura leaned on the door jamb her eyes lovingly appreciating those wonderful curves. Each time Rebecca raised her arms to pull the brush back, those sumptuous breasts shifted within the form fitting tank top. Laura knew she had a knockout body, but this young woman was something else. Rebecca glanced over at her for a moment, a smile slowly crossing her mouth. "You have that look in your eye." Laura lifted her eyes from Rebecca's bosom and returned the smile. She sensed the fun was about to begin. "And what look is that, if you don't mind filling me in?" Rebecca turned to face her, shoulders back to accentuate her heavy breasts, hands resting on her hips. Her face was flushed and Laura guessed it wasn't from their hike. "Now if I have to tell you it'll spoil the fun won't it?" Laura pushed herself off the door frame and stepped into the tiny room. "Well, I certainly wouldn't want to spoil your fun. In fact, that's the farthest thing from my mind." She took another step and was now directly in front of Rebecca. "Boy, this is really something." The girl rolled her eyes, allowing them to finally rest on Laura's once again. "You mean, girl, this is really something. Right?" Rebecca laughed at her mistake, then loudly swallowed. She was obviously feeling very uncomfortable with this seductive banter. "Yeah." Laura reached out and put her hands on Rebecca's waist, just where it swells out to her hips. Stepping closer she allowed her breasts to gently brush against Rebecca's much larger bosom. She nuzzled her lips against Rebecca's neck, slowly breathing in the lovely scent of her freshly washed skin. Then she kissed her neck, lips soft and moist. Rebecca shuddered in her arms. Laura felt hands sliding up along her arms, and knew the battle was halfway won. Laura trailed her hands down Rebecca's back until her fingers spread over the taller girl's tight round bottom, which had so delighted her as she'd followed Rebecca on the narrower pathways. Rebecca's arms now were wrapped around her neck in the closest embrace. Their bodies were literally glued together. Laura tilted her head back and found Rebecca's eyes heavy with excitement. Leaning closer she touched her lips to Rebecca's, a soft, chaste kiss that held wonderful promise. She leaned back again, gazing up at the lovely young woman about to become her lover. "You know we could put together something to eat here. We have all the fixin's." Their eyes locked together and Laura doubted Rebecca missed the meaning of her words. The heat from their bodies was getting intense. Their word play continued as Laura made a couple of sandwiches and tossed a small salad. Rebecca set the table and poured cold wine from the jug in the refrigerator. Laura served the sandwiches and placed the salad bowl on the table before returning to the sink to wash her hands. Rebecca was running on about something that happened at work, seated at the table with her back toward Laura. Drying her hands she peered over at her friend, the luscious young woman who was about to become her lover. Walking to the table she stepped behind Rebecca, leaning down to kiss the tender skin of that tanned neck. Her fingers slid around Rebecca's bare arms, quickly finding those remarkably full breasts. It was the first uninhibited caress of their new relationship. Rebecca leaned back in the chair offering her breasts to the moving fingers. Then her head turned and Laura accepted the upturned lips with her own. The kiss was tentative at first, warm, soft lips only barely moving. But the fingers caressing Rebecca's wonderful breasts were turning them both on and after a moment the kiss deepened, tongues sliding together the instant lips parted. After a long deep kiss, Laura reluctantly withdrew her lips, gazing down at the sultry eyes peering up at her. They'd passed another milestone in their bisexual seduction. Things were going better than she imagined they could. Laura gazed over at Rebecca lying on her back at the opposite side of her double bed, her lovely blonde hair spread over the pillow, eyes closed. They'd each had a couple glasses of wine with their lunch and both needed a break after eating. Of course, it was surely the heightened sexual energy between the two of them that made them opt for the bedroom rather than the living room to take their break. Laura knew it would only be a matter of minutes before the kiss they'd shared at the table was repeated in this cheerful room. She reached out and spread her fingers over Rebecca's flat belly, just below those incredible breasts, which even in this position were spectacular. This girl was stacked like the proverbial shithouse! Rebecca's eyes opened and her head turned on the pillow until their eyes met. "Hi. Did I doze off?" Her face was flushed from the wine and she looked lovely in the filtered light of the sheers covering the two windows overlooking the park. "You may have. It's okay if you'd like to take a nap." She kept her fingers still, not wanting to tempt Rebecca if she really wanted to rest. "Oh, I'm not sleepy, just a little high from the wine." Her tongue slid out to moisten her lips as she finished talking. "So, you're not too tired to fool around?" Rebecca smiled, her tongue sliding over her lips once again. "You want to go rollerblading?" Even as she said the words she giggled. Laura smiled and shook her head no. "I was thinking more of an indoor sport." Her fingers slid down Rebecca's belly and dipped between her bare thighs before pressing into the folds of cotton covering her lover's genitals. The move caught Rebecca a bit by surprise but she made no move to resist the caress. "You don't waste time do you?" Laura could see in her lover's face the building excitement stirred by her practiced fingers. There were too many layers of clothes between her fingers and Rebecca's clitoris to gauge precisely her reaction, but she knew she was covering the strategic areas as her fingertips slid from side to side. "Tell me if I'm going too fast." Rebecca's hips shuddered on the bed and her left hand suddenly reached down to grab the shifting fingers. She was obviously close to cumming and wasn't quite ready. "Wow!" She held the back of Laura's fingers as her body calmed down a bit. She was obviously very ready for this encounter. She was a firecracker in fact, ready to explode at a moment's notice. Laura slowly slid her fingers free trailing them up along Rebecca's belly again. Both of them watched the long, slender fingers spreading over one luscious breast. "You're incorrigible." Again Rebecca simply watched, making no move to resist the slow caress. "I certainly hope so." She slid closer so her hand could caress the opposite breast. Rebecca's nipples were now visible in the tight tank top. This was one responsive young woman. "Ooo." Rebecca's hips moved again on the mattress as her body began undulating. Laura eased closer again, drawing her body next to Rebecca's. Leaning over she pressed her lips to the nearest breast, nuzzling the firm mound with her face. Opening her lips she took the tip of the breast into her mouth, gently clamping down on the nipple with her teeth through the material of her lover's tank top. Rebecca groaned. "Oh god! You're something." Rebecca's fingers were in her hair pulling her mouth tighter against her breast. Laura slid her fingers down again and eased them between the now parted thighs. "Oh shit! Take off my shorts, please." Laura raised her mouth from Rebecca's breast and glanced toward her fingers searching for the zipper, then pulling it down. The button easily slid free. Leaning down she grasped the tight shorts and jerked them off those slender thighs. As she lay down again Laura spread her fingers over the cotton panties bunched between Rebecca's thighs and pressed into the waiting genitals. Rebecca propped her head up with the pillow and watched Laura's fingers moving over the cotton, this time following the contours of her lover's engorged clit. Again Rebecca's hips began heaving off the mattress. Laura eased up. This was a most delicious dance they were sharing together on Laura's bed. Reaching up Laura eased her fingers inside the cotton panties, quickly sliding through the dense curls of pubic hair and over the prominent mound until they found the tender folds of flesh sheltering Rebecca's genitals which were moist from those preliminary caresses. Her fingers moved slowly from side to side over the folds. Rebecca moaned. Laura withdrew her fingers again. Reaching up she began sliding Rebecca's tank top off. Rebecca seemed anxious to help, grasping the garment and quickly stripping it off her body. Those incredible breasts were completely naked, the firm mounds sticking straight up from her chest. If Laura didn't know better from touching them, she'd have guessed this temptress had had silicone implants. But these beauties were real! Her hands slid over both breasts as she leaned over to lick first one nipple, then the other. Rebecca's hands were clutching her arms and she could tell the girl was really getting into this scene. The cool breeze from the open window was wonderfully refreshing. They lay next to one another, both young women completely naked after frantic fingers stripped clothes from heaving bodies so tender, sensitive places could be soothed. Now hands slowly moved over lush curves, lips pressed together, tongues exploring. They lay close to one another, slowly kissing. With their first orgasms behind them they slipped easily into this more leisurely lovemaking, the kind that new lovers need to learn one another's body, one another's secrets. Rebecca turned to offer room for Laura's right hand caressing her breasts, loving the gentle touch, the knowing touch. Then Laura rolled on top of her, wedging her warm body between Rebecca's parted thighs. Hips thrust and the delicious pressure grew in her loins. She marveled at how many ways there were for two women to make love. First Laura's fingers, then her lips and tongue between Rebecca's legs. Now she was being stirred by her lover's entire body. Glancing down she saw Laura's breasts atop her own, nipples touching nipples. Her pelvis turned toward her lover, lifting her genitals against the bony mound wedged between Laura's thighs. Oh yes! This is it! She moaned again, her body giving up another sharp orgasm. 27, Irish-Nordic White trash, kinky bi, long hair, curvy strong moonchild girl needs lover-girlfriend. Be pretty, not pretentious, self-aware, courageous Wild#7099 07/29 Bridgit pulled her black hair into a tight knot in the back. She knew wearing her hair like that highlighted the delicate porcelain features of her face. Dark, thick eyeliner surrounded her deep blue Irish eyes. A thin silver ring extended from her left nostril, similar silver rings surrounded the lobe of her left ear. Extending her tongue she saw the round silver knob laying almost magically in the saliva, waiting to tease cock or clitoris. She was black Irish and proud of it. She was also a kinky bitch and was proud of that as well. Her tight black net shirt stretched over her perfect little breasts. The nipples were visible through the satin undershirt. She tightened the wide black belt and turned to peer at her bottom in the dirty mirror. The tight black denim hugged the round cheeks of her bottom. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 2 She knew her ass was her best feature and did all she could to show it off. Tonight she and Jerry would go looking once again for the girl who might join them in their bed. Jerry was most intent upon getting all three of them in bed, but Bridgit would just as soon find a lover she wouldn't have to share with her skinny, hung boyfriend. She needed a little tender loving, to feel a tongue between her legs again, a woman's long, wet tongue. She also wanted to feel a woman's breasts spread across her own, a woman's lips pressing against her mouth. She still missed Carrie, her delicious, curvy lover with the wicked sense of humor and bizarre sexual desires. Jerry's cock was too big for her tight little ass and his tongue had never been lower than her breasts. But Carrie, sweet Carrie would lick her tight ass until she screamed. "I need a bitch like that. I need her now!" Bridgit's words came back to her from the mirror. It was true, absolutely true. When she arrived home exhausted at three in the morning she was alone. Jerry had gone off with a couple of buddies to do lord knew what. He could have been after dope, another woman or some moneymaking scheme she didn't want to know about. He'd run so close to the law on so many occasions she'd stopped worrying about it. If he ended up in jail again she'd just find someone else to carry the freight. In the black living room the flashing red light from the answering machine was impossible to miss. She thought for a moment of going straight to bed, but then the possibility it might be Jerry motivated her to press the oversized button and listen. "Sweetness, where are you?" Carrie's lovely lilting voice filled the room. "I miss you. I need you. Ditch that asshole and come lick me. I'm so hot for you this phone could melt at any minute. I got a hard on for your sweet little ass. Bring it to me, let me taste you. You know where. Right now. The key is where it always is. You can wake me up with your tongue. I'm waiting." The words were breathless. Bridgit erased the message and stared at the red light which no longer flickered. "Fuck it!" She turned and walked out of the apartment. Just because Jerry didn't want to have anything to do with Carrie after that little confrontation in which she called him a worthless piece of shit, didn't mean she couldn't enjoy a little loving on the side. Carrie worked the street and made a fine living, even without a pimp. A number of kids, most in their mid-teens looked out for one another. Carrie recently turned eighteen and probably should have graduated by now from the often dangerous life on the street, but she seemed to thrive on the craziness. She kept a dingy little apartment for herself, a place she never brought tricks to. In fact Bridgit doubted she ever let anyone else visit her there. Jerry sure as hell didn't know where it was, which made her feel a little bit easier about heading there in the middle of the night. The key was wedged under the door frame at the upper left hand corner where it was hidden from view by a rusty old light fixture. Bridgit slid the key into the lock and slowly turned it. When the door opened she returned the key to its hiding place. She stepped into the nearly pitch black room and closed the door behind her, carefully sliding the deadbolt lock in place. She didn't want any surprise visitors tonight. Peering into the bedroom which was illuminated by street lamps in the middle of the block she saw Carrie sleeping, the covers pulled to her chin, her long hair spread over the white pillow. Her friend had made a big deal about buying satin sheets, saying she wanted them to make love on silk but this was as close as she could come. Bridgit was certain Carrie was naked beneath the bedcovers. She always slept naked. Bridgit stripped off her clothes, throwing them on the sofa in the living room. The air was chilly on her naked body, causing her nipples to harden as she walked quietly through the door, to the edge of the bed. She leaned down and lifted the covers, sliding beneath them over the soft sheets until she came in contact with her lover's warm body. Carrie stirred slightly but didn't waken. Bridgit slid her hand over Carrie's belly, up until her fingers found those lovely little tits. Carrie always joked that more than a handful was a waste. These firm breasts were exactly a handful for Bridgit. The nipple rose in her palm. Then her fingers slid down, retracing their path over the girl's flat belly until she found the bushy pubic hair Bridgit had on one occasion tried to braid. She'd given up the challenge when she could no longer resist the tender lips guarding Carrie's tight pussy. She merely dropped on her belly and pressed her mouth against the folds of flesh as her tongue began its wonderful caress. It was her fingers working the magic at the moment, however, and Carrie could no longer deny what was happening to her body. Her arm reached back, swinging around Bridgit's head and pulling her friend's mouth to her own. Their kiss was instantly deep and passionate, the product of many hours of soulful kissing and languorous lovemaking. From her lover's response Bridgit knew her tight little ass would be serviced tonight, or if not tonight, certainly tomorrow morning. They'd found the classic sixty-nine position, both girls completely naked, heads bobbing between parted thighs. Carrie's fingers clutching her bottom, pulling her wet genitals against that flashing tongue. It was hard to concentrate on the lovely pussy beneath her lips with jolts of electricity shooting through her loins. Slurping sounds filled the dimly lit room. It was early morning and they'd been making love for hours it seemed, neither able to let go of her lover's beautiful naked body. Bridgit felt Carrie shifting on the bed, hands pulling her body until she finally rolled over. It was time at last for the delicious loving she longed for. Fingers were moving over her bottom, gently caressing the uplifted cheeks, the tips teasing between them. Then lips followed, lightly skimming over the sensitive flesh. Her groans came of their own accord, hips lifting off the bed. She could feel Carrie moving, carefully positioning herself between Bridgit's legs, hands sliding up along the back of her thighs, over her bottom until they grasped her waist. Then the mouth was back, this time centered between the round cheeks, tongue sliding along the crevice. The fingers had left her waist and were now spreading the cheeks for the marauding tongue. Carrie kept whispering between kisses, promising Bridgit that any moment she'd get what she was begging for. Any moment that tongue would find the tight circle, would tease the sensitive flesh before penetrating the opening. Bridgit's fingers clutched the bedding, hips shuddering beneath the fevered lips and tongue. Without warning the promise was fulfilled, the magical tongue probing, teasing, sending the most delicious sensations through her entire body. Bridgit felt another orgasm building in her loins. Carrie's fingers were on her clitoris, teasing the erect nub as the tongue continued its devilish play. It was more than her body could take, more than her mind could hold. With a sudden gasp the dam broke. Her whole body was convulsing on the sheets made damp by her perspiration as deep throated groans filled the room. They awoke in one another's arms to the sound of birds outside the window. Bridgit stretched, glancing over at the clock to check the time before rolling back toward Carrie's naked body spread on the satin sheets next to her. She always loved eating pussy first thing in the day, even if it was after noon. It was never too late or too early to devour this gorgeous creature. Carrie moaned, her mind slowly swimming back to awareness, stirred awake by the tongue playing between her slender thighs. Very Pretty Girl Half black/half white, 24, 5'5", 109lbs, stylish, sexy, bisexual with finest curves seeking same for friendship, clubbing and more. Any beautiful race okay. Wild#7695 07/22 Christy brushed her curly hair back and slid the comb into place. Wearing her hair back highlighted her prominent cheekbones and drew attention to her deep-set black eyes. She tucked the spandex top into her jeans, appreciating the appearance of her perfectly shaped breasts beneath the shimmering material. Her breasts weren't overly large but they were beautifully formed, with prominent nipples floating in the circle of chocolate brown centered at the tip of each full mound. No one who'd ever seen her without clothes failed to remark on the perfection of her body. Most of those people had been men, but that was before she'd discovered the pleasures of making love with a woman. She'd never forget that remarkable discovery less than twelve months before. Rob kept insisting that it was the only way to add a little spice to their sex life. Christy didn't realize their sex life needed any spice. She was perfectly happy with his slender body, his lovely male organ, and his ardent desire to please. She was an uninhibited lover, more than willing to use her lips and tongue to pleasure her man. Taking his cum in her mouth after she'd lovingly worshipped his thick, curving cock, was no hardship for her. She even offered him her backside when he was in a particularly kinky mood. It had been a bit uncomfortable at first, but with ample lubrication it proved to be surprisingly pleasurable. But he kept saying he wanted to see her make love with another woman. He didn't need to fuck their companion, though if Christy gave the go ahead, he admitted he'd enjoy it. With her rather half-hearted endorsement they ran an advertisement in the SF Weekly. Christy was surprised when they received a half dozen responses. They'd agreed that she would be the one to interview prospective candidates since she was the one who'd be doing the dirty deed. She eliminated two candidates after telephone conversations, finding one impossibly dumb, the other a professional who expected to get paid for her services. The other four she met at a neutral site. The first was a real dog, if she were to borrow Rob's unflattering term. The second was a bit butch, but obviously not so much so that she objected to a man being present during their little adventure. She was adamant, however, that she wouldn't do anything with a man under any circumstances. The third was more than passable and willing to play it out any way it came together. Christy would have invited her over to the apartment to meet Rob if it hadn't' been for the fourth young woman. Joanna was in her late twenties, a graduate student in art who supported herself as a cocktail waitress at a fancy uptown club. She told Christy she wore this skimpy costume almost guaranteed to produce big tips from the inebriated businessmen who frequented the place. Christy could tell she had the figure for it, even observing her in jeans and a sweatshirt. Christy found herself really intrigued by this sensuous woman and for the first time this scheme of Rob's was becoming interesting. They scheduled a meeting at the couple's apartment so Joanna could decide if Rob was someone she might want to go to bed with. A funny thing happened when the three of them met. The chemistry between Joanna and Christy continued to bubble. Joanna and Rob got along well enough, but it soon became clear his was going to be a passive role in this drama that was unfolding. Since he'd been open initially to that possibility there was no reasonable objection he could make when the two women decided to retire to the bedroom that very evening. He simply followed them into the dimly lit room, sitting on the upholstered chair in the corner. Joanna had dressed a bit more seductively that evening, trading her sweatshirt for a rather tight tee shirt. She still wore jeans, but now they were of white denim and appeared to have been painted on her lovely bottom and long slender thighs. Christy couldn't keep her eyes off the woman's body. Joanna, who didn't miss a moment of Christy's attention to her, reciprocated, reaching out to take the other woman's hand as they sat on the sofa talking. Now that they were in the bedroom, it was Joanna who took the lead there as well, turning to embrace Christy as she stepped into the room. The feel of firm breasts pressing against her own was eerie, probably because this was so clearly more than friends hugging. This was the start of seduction. Joanna had spoken matter-of-factly about her experience with women during their first meeting. From that moment Christy had been anticipating this moment. She could feel hands moving over her back, hands drawing her body closer even as they caressed her. Fingers slid down over her bottom, squeezing before rising to her waist. Suddenly they were swaying together, finding themselves moving to the beat of the music playing in the living room. Joanna's lips were on her cheek, then on her neck. Goose bumps rose on her arms wrapped around Joanna's slender torso. She felt fingers sliding up her waist, the thumbs slipping around until they found the bottom of her breasts. Instinctively she leaned back, giving the fingers room to maneuver. Both women gazed down at the fingers spreading over Christy's breasts, fingertips finding her aroused nipples and gently teasing them before continuing their moving caress. Her body was getting hot, her face flushed. Their eyes found one another and they continued their gentle swaying. Joanna's fingers were still on her breasts, alternately teasing her nipples and then squeezing each mound. When Joanna leaned closer, Christy welcomed the moist lips touching her mouth. The kiss instantly deepened and whatever hesitation had ever existed for Christy melted at that moment. Soon their lips were hungrily moving together, tongues sliding from one mouth to the other. Rob's presence was completely forgotten as the two women slipped deeper and deeper into the passion which seemed to consume them. Christy was first aware of Rob's presence when Joanna's face lifted from hers and those incredible lips and tongue began trailing down her naked body, first to her heaving breasts, then over her flat belly. Suddenly her eyes focused on Rob sitting on the arm of the chair, the front of his jeans open, the long, thick cock she knew so well clutched in his right hand as he stroked himself. His eyes were glazed with excitement as he watched Joanna's beautiful naked body settle on the end of the bed between Christy's parted legs. Then those lips and tongue were on her clitoris and Rob's presence once again disappeared from awareness. She began moaning, fingers spreading across Joanna's scalp, entwining with her lover's disheveled hair, pressing the mouth closer as the tongue slid into her heated center. This was loving she'd never imagined existed. Suddenly she exploded, her orgasm rippling out from her loins until her entire body was tingling. Joanna's mouth road the storm and that maddening tongue kept the explosion alive. Shock wave followed shock wave as her belly convulsed. Joanna crept along her body until the two naked women were enfolded in one another's arms, breasts nuzzled together as their lips met in one last kiss. Christy fell asleep. When she awoke she and Joanna were alone in the room. She slipped out of her lover's embrace, stepping off the bed and peering around for something to put on. Her eyes fell on her still sleeping lover, whose beautiful body and face were like a dream to Christy. After putting on a robe she looked for Rob who was no where to be seen. Only later did she learn he had gone out looking for a prostitute to spend the passion roused by watching Christy and Joanna make love. Their little adventure, rather than bringing new excitement to their love life, ended up driving a wedge between the two of them which split their relationship completely apart. Unfortunately, she and Joanna didn't live happily ever after either. They lived together for a short while, but then Joanna got a teaching offer in another city she didn't feel she could turn down. After she finished graduate school that spring she moved on. Christy was forever grateful to her first lover for introducing her with such passion to the joys of Sappho. They made a promise to one another that should circumstances give them the opportunity, they would try it again. In the meantime, Christy was looking for another lover, another passionate young woman to share this exciting discovery with. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 3 The fictional vignettes below were inspired from real life personal ads published in San Francisco Weekly in a section called Wild Side, Women Seeking Women. Except for slight modifications required to facilitate the storylines, the ads presented are as they appear in SFWeekly. If an original ad was placed by any reader of this service, I hope you won't be offended by where my imagination has taken your words. * * * * * Sexy Bi-Female Is seeking other bi-female, race unimportant, 21-35, for erotically sexual encounters. I'm 5'7", 120lbs., physically fit, very horny. Looking for oral ecstasy? Wild#51589 08/13 Her friend took her to that club south of Market on a dare. Neither of them were gay. In fact neither of them had as much as kissed another woman. She'd heard about the club and suggested they go check it out some evening. The whole thing was pretty much forgotten until one Friday when the two of them went to a regular club and found themselves dumped by a couple of Neanderthals who tried to pass themselves off as normal Homo Sapiens. Her friend said fuck it, let's go over to the Lady Slipper. They both were a bit tipsy, so it could be argued they didn't really know what they were doing. That judgment would be proven true when they found themselves way over their head in a world they hadn't known even existed. They took a cab to the club. The Persian driver checked them out as they left the cab, probably shaking his head about these young American women who did such decadent things. Or maybe he was just checking out their asses in the tight pants they wore. They decided the safest way to play this adventure was to pretend they were an item, two pretty femmes very much into each other and only vaguely interested in the scene at the club. They took each other's hands as they pushed open the club door, glancing conspiratorially at one another as they stepped into the dimly lit entry. They followed the sound and soon found themselves in a large room with a dance floor at one end and a long bar at the other. In between was an assortment of tables with chairs and booths that lined one wall. It looked unremarkably like any other club they'd ever been to. They walked toward the bar, aware of eyes following them. Cindy ordered drinks for them both and turned to glance over the crowd. Women in every gender bending shape and flavor were there, from hard butch to the softest femme. Since there weren't many hard butches around she assumed this was not their type of venue. They probably preferred the leather bars and motorcycle crowd, which Cindy was vaguely aware of from personals she'd read. Then she noticed women moving up stairs at the back of the room, next to the end of the bar. Other women were descending. She glanced over at Kate and nodded her head in the direction of the stairs. Kate followed her nod and then leaned closer. "I don't think we should go up there." Cindy was certain her friend was right, though this scene was so tame it hardly seemed worth the effort of coming here. They took their drinks and sat at an open booth, following the lead of their fellow patrons by sitting together on one side facing the dance floor. Couples were dancing, again every combination represented. Some of the women were fat and ugly, others very presentable, whether butch or femme. Cindy knew there was nothing about she and Kate that kept them from fitting in with this diverse crowd. Then she noticed a rather gross looking butch staring in their direction, so she took Kate's hand from the table and lifted it to her lips for a brief kiss. Kate gasped and turned to look at her. "Shh, we got company. Just act natural." Cindy whispered the words though that was hardly necessary with the loud music reverberating through the space. Kate laughed nervously, her fingers clutching Cindy's hand. When she looked in that direction again the dyke was gone. "Let's dance. That should clear the field for us." Cindy took a deep sip of her drink and slid off the seat. Kate followed her, still holding on to her hand for dear life. When they reached the dance floor the music changed and suddenly they were being invited to slow dance. Cindy turned to her friend, rolled her eyes and extended her arms. Kate stepped up to her and they began circling to the music. Glancing at the women around them, whose bodies were undulating together, hands quite openly caressing backs, bottoms, arms, even breasts, it was clear this was going to do nothing more than draw attention to them. Cindy drew Kate closer, whispering in her ear. "We've got to try a little harder, I'm afraid." Kate's body, which had been rigid since they first touched on the floor, seemed to relax and Cindy was able to draw her into a close embrace. She'd danced with other girl's in school, but never slow dancing with a woman whose breasts were of the dimensions of Kate's. Their cheeks were close together, thighs brushing as legs slid past each other as they turned to the music. Cindy felt her body getting warm and sensed her face was flushed. Glancing around she saw women kissing, their faces illuminated from time to time by the flashing light reflected from tiny squares of mirror affixed to the revolving globe above the dance floor. There was nothing sisterly about these kisses and they disturbed Cindy. She loved to kiss a man and the thought women could share that same passion was quite a revelation to her. Whatever she'd thought about women being together, it hadn't included anything like this; dancing, kissing, gentle caresses of your lover's curvaceous body. The music ended and without speaking they walked from the floor. Kate had dropped her hand, but Cindy kept her arm around her friend's slender waist as they returned to their booth. Again she noticed the exodus up the stairs and found herself wondering how much farther the women who made that journey were willing to go in expressing their desire for their partners in such a public place. They finished their first drink and ordered a second when a pretty waitress stopped by their table. Kate had taken her hand again as the young woman walked up to them and continued to hold it until the drinks had arrived. They sipped their drinks, eyes wide as they watched the women around them. As the evening got later, the drinks seemed to be lubricating the scene. More open displays of affection could be seen at the tables, on the dance floor. Cindy saw two women standing in the shadows on the opposite side of the room making out passionately. One woman's blouse was open and her breasts were bare to her lover's caressing fingers. Cindy whispered to Kate and nodded in their direction. Kate glanced over. She didn't turn her eyes away and was staring as the woman who had been caressing those oversized breasts slid her hand under her friend's skirt. There was no doubt about what those fingers were doing even if they were hidden from view. Just then one of the waitresses walked up to them. Neither Kate nor Cindy could hear what was being said but the waitress appeared to be quite earnest in her presentation. A moment later the woman was buttoning her blouse. Then the two of them walked to the stairs and disappeared from view. "Are you sure you don't want to check that out?" They were seated close to each other, their faces only inches apart. Anyone looking in their direction would think they were making love to another. The subterfuge carried with it its own quality of excitement and Cindy could feel herself aroused. The combination of their playacting and the real passion all around them was turning her on! "Do you want to?" She could tell her friend was feeling some of the same excitement she was feeling. "We can always leave if its too much." Kate's eyes had a wild look in them. She knew her friend was an uninhibited lover when she was with someone who turned her on. She'd seen her in action a couple of times and it was something to behold. Beneath that small town girl demeanor was a tiger waiting to pounce. To date it had only been men who drew out the tiger in this girl. Cindy couldn't help but wonder whether her friend's interest in visiting this place might not come from a secret desire to experience this kind of loving. Cindy was certainly finding herself increasingly open to the possibility. They finished their second drink and once again left the safety of their booth. This time they crossed the room walking with arms around each other's waists. Their thighs brushed with each step and their breasts collided on occasion, both sensations that added to Cindy's growing arousal. Of all the women she'd seen in the club thus far, Kate would surely be the one she'd be interested in making out with. Even as she thought that thought she cringed inside. She swallowed and took the first step on the stairs. There was a long corridor running the length of the building that opened before them as they reached the top of the stairs. Women were milling about, moving from one door to the next along the corridor, or crossing from one room to the next. Some doors were crowded with women peering into the room. Cindy saw the couple they'd been watching before near one of the first doors along the corridor but they seemed only marginally interested in what was going on in there. Once again the woman's blouse was open and her friend's hand was under her skirt. This time, however, the skirt had been rolled to the top and stuffed into the waistband, leaving the lower half of her body uncovered. She clearly wasn't wearing any panties and equally clear that her friend's fingers were at that very moment sliding in and out of her pussy. The hand moved quickly up and down, its middle three fingers pointing upward, appearing and then disappearing with each stroke of the pumping hand. From the expression on the woman's face there was little doubt her orgasm was very close. Cindy felt Kate's hand tighten on her waist and knew Kate was looking in the same direction she was. At that instant the woman groaned loudly, her hands reaching down to grab the fist between her thighs and hold it still. The women were kissing passionately, mouths moving wetly from side to side, tongues visible as they fluttered together. People brushed past them and they moved from the middle of the corridor, stepping past the cluster of people at the first door, then past the two women who were still kissing deeply, then to a door with only a couple of women peering in. Cindy stopped and turned, leading Kate with her. Inside the room was something neither of these young innocents had ever even imagined. A tall, completely naked blonde was standing at the far end of the room, her hands and ankles locked in shackles attached to the wall. Her body glistened with perspiration. Another naked woman held what looked like an old fashioned cat-of-nine-tails, which she was striking the other woman with. Since there were no marks on her perfect body, Cindy could only guess the instrument of torture was made of something softer than barbed leather. Then the beating stopped and the woman brandishing the weapon stepped up to her charge and began licking her body. Within seconds her face was between the blonde's long, slender thighs. You couldn't see the kiss, but the blonde's expression announced the reality of that caressing tongue. Others moved toward the wall as though this whole dance had been choreographed and soon the blonde's body was covered with searching lips. Her nipples, her armpits, her mouth. There was even one woman who had slid behind the blond and was kissing her backside. Then as miraculously as it had begun, everyone stepped back and the "torture" resumed. The look in the eyes of the gorgeous blonde was wild, speaking of the truth of this event, the necessity for chaining her to the wall. She was a wild woman, wild with passion. Cindy's breath stopped in her chest as the blonde's eyes met her own. She stumbled from the door, unable to look anymore. This was too bizarre, much too bizarre. It was Kate who stopped at the next door. The scene was totally different. Mattresses literally covered the floor of the large room, all but a few near the door already occupied with women making love. There was no grand scheme here, simply pairs and threesomes of women worshipping one another with their fingers, tongues and lips. Cindy's eyes moved from one mattress to another, her mind not quite able to comprehend what she was witnessing. She was aware, however, of Kate's arms around her waist. She glanced over at her friend and instantly saw that the tiger was unleashed. Her eyes shone with a fire similar to the blonde in the last room. Kate was standing almost facing Cindy, her legs parted, her thighs on either side of Cindy's thigh. Cindy raised her arm and draped it over her friend's shoulder, allowing her to move closer. Breasts pressed into her side and Kate's hips seemed to be riding her thigh. One of Kate's arms was around her back, the other now rested below Cindy's breasts. She suddenly realized they were no different than any of the women in this room, which reeked of perspiration and the sweet musk of a woman's genitals. These were women excited by the proximity of other women making love. They gave in to their passions, casting inhibitions away as they gave one another pleasure, even if it came in the form of pain. Cindy's eyes moved around the room and them back to Kate's lovely face, the flushed cheeks, the lips moist from her darting tongue, eyes on fire. Cindy lifted her left hand and slid her fingers over Kate's luscious breast, pressing into the firm mound, then teasing the nipple. Kate's eyes moved away from the writhing bodies, finally coming to rest on Cindy's. Neither of them said a word but Cindy's fingers kept caressing Kate's full breast. They drew closer, eyes locked. Then in a rush their lips came together. There was nothing tentative about this first kiss. All the passions stirred by this evening exploded with their kiss. They needed no instructions, no permission. They simply kissed, lips moving, tongues darting. Their bodies turned and a moment later they had fallen on one of the mattresses, hands hungry for one another's bodies, mouths feverishly making up for lost moments of longing, of hunger. Before their visit to the Lady Slipper was over their fingers had found naked genitals and both young women experienced release. Later they lay naked on Cindy's bed and explored other delights they'd witnessed during this shocking night of discover. A new chapter had begun for each of these very attractive young women. Tasty Woman Female, attractive Asian, hot, loves slow passionate lovemaking with other wet woman. Let's sixty-nine all night. Wild#51596 08/13 Amy was obviously fucked up. Her parents thought so, her friends at school thought so, her psychiatrist thought so. She was obsessed with this porno star and couldn't get her out of her mind. Janine was the woman of her dreams. She was the only porno star around who made love only to women. She'd never made love on the screen to a man. She refused, despite the pleading of horny men who wrote the studio or the studio itself who knew they had a gold mine on their hands. This gorgeous, stacked woman was a firecracker who regularly exploded on the screen with a level of passion unheard of except among the truly great actresses. It was too easy to fake it. The sex became tired and boring. The actors knew it, the audience knew it But Janine was in another universe. You could see her excitement when she made love with a woman. That was what Amy wanted, to sixty-nine all night with Janine. She wrote her letters, she sent e-mail to her. She'd sent panties and asked Janine to wear them and send them back. She begged to know her clothes and brassiere size so she could send her things. She shaved her pubic hair and mailed that to Janine, promising her a smooth clit to lick if only she'd call Amy her next visit to San Francisco. The studio had sent a picture of Janine, which helped little since Amy already had every video she appeared in. So she wrote her ad, praying some woman would take her mind off her obsession, would give her the loving she longed for, the slow, sweet, passionate lovemaking, the hot passionate lovemaking that Janine gave her co-stars. Janine tipped the envelope and stared in disbelief as short curly hairs tumbled onto the kitchen table. The note said it was pubic hair. Janine lifted her eyes and saw Julie Ann smiling. "Another conquest, huh?" Janine smiled. "Yeah, just what I need. As if one horny woman wasn't enough." Julie Ann laughed. "I thought you always said the more the merrier?" Janine suddenly recalled the young woman who'd joined them in bed a couple of nights before. Now that was one hot teenager. No doubt all three of them had enjoyed the experience. She'd met Sheila on the set of her last film. Despite the young woman's assurances, it was clear she'd never made out with a woman before. The director suggested they "rehearse" their scene together and Janine was more than willing. Sheila was a very sexy, very attractive teenager. Janine found a quiet area away from the production crew, who were shooting another scene with Julie Ann the happy recipient of loving attention from two other actresses on the movie. Janine knew she and Sheila wouldn't be on until later in the day. Janine walked up to the girl, sliding her right arm around Sheila's slender waist, drawing the lush curves against her body. The girl's eyes were wide with something between curiosity and terror. Janine smiled. "Just relax sweetheart. I promise this won't hurt." The fingers of her left hand spread over Sheila's breast, the full mound surprisingly firm. The wonder of a young woman's body! The nipple quickly responded. Sheila's eyes followed her fingers as they lovingly caressed first one breast, then the other. Her eyes widened, whether out of fear or excitement Janine wasn't certain. She did know, however, that she had no intention stopping. She was getting turned on. Urgently she pulled the young blonde closer, pressing that lovely body tightly against hers. Reaching up she grasped the girl's chin, lifting it until their lips were just barely touching. The girl's eyes were even wider, but she didn't resist as Janine pressed her mouth over the girl's soft lips. She'd learned long ago that the difference between merely competent women porn actresses and a star came in how they kissed another woman. Most were timid, afraid of an intimate kiss on the lips. They had no difficulty licking another woman's pussy but a kiss on the lips was too much. Janine had overcome her initial hesitance and quickly found delight in making out with another woman. Now she relished every moment of loving a sensual woman. Of course, having such a luscious young thing to play with was a special treat. She'd have to thank the director for hiring this sweet innocent teen. She dropped to her knees, sliding her hands beneath the young woman's dress, fingers moving along warm thighs until they spread over firm, round cheeks. The dress followed her hands upward until silk panties came into view. Janine pressed her lips into the silk, tucking her chin under the prominent mound, gazing up between the teen's heavy breasts as her mouth nuzzled the sweet genitals she expected to be kissing momentarily. Sheila's eyes were wild with excitement. Janine tilted her head back, her fingers sliding around to the front to pull the panties to one side. She extended her tongue, all the while staring up into those deep set blue eyes which were riveted to her mouth. Leaning closer she slid her tongue between those slender thighs until the tip found moist folds of flesh which quickly parted to reveal the girl's engorged clitoris. Sheila groaned, her hands reaching down to grasp the back of Janine's head. Her tongue played over the swollen organ, then dipped between the lips protecting the girl's pussy. What nectar! Janine grabbed those round cheeks and pulled the lush fruit closer as she licked and sucked. Sheila was getting more and more excited, groans rising from her throat, fingers clutching Janine's hair. Her scream pierced the air, announcing to everyone on the set that she'd met Janine. Janine tilted her head back, mouth and face slick with saliva and juices from this teen. She smiled up at Sheila, her tongue playing across her lips to savor the taste of pussy. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 3 "I think you're ready now." Janine raised her eyes from the delicate curls of pubic hair and glanced across the room toward where Julie Ann was reading a magazine. Her bare legs extended from the short silk robe and were resting on the glass top table. Janine was already dressed, which was not unusual for the two of them. She was the early riser and Julie Ann liked to lounge in bed, then in the bathtub and finally in the living room before even thinking of getting dressed. More often than not, these late morning and early afternoon hours had become wonderful opportunities for lovemaking. Despite the long night of making love two nights before, Janine could feel herself stirred as her eyes lovingly caressed her mate's gorgeous body beneath the silk robe that lay caressingly on the lovely curves. She doubted Julie Ann had opened her robe like that on purpose, but it didn't really matter, because the effect was just the same. Those sumptuous breasts she'd feasted on so many times were pouring out of the partially open robe. Janine felt her juices beginning to flow. Maybe she did have the energy for a little playing around before they dressed for the evening. She'd promised the producer they'd show up at his party that evening and strut their stuff for some of the money men. That would be work. This was going to be pleasure. Janine pushed herself away from the table and started toward the sofa. Actual Playboy Model Bi-WF, 26, witty and wild, wants best of both worlds sharing her life. Will you be my gorgeous and brilliant woman? Wild#51528 08/06 Teri had her first experience with another woman during a shoot for a special edition of the magazine. They'd been getting a lot of competition from Penthouse, in particular their increasingly frequent spreads depicting women making out with one another. Teri had been pretty shocked the first time she saw one of those issues, but the more involved she got in the business, the more she understood there was plenty of that kind of behavior going on. So when the photo editor mentioned doing something like that in a special edition, with less obvious exposure of genitals of course, Teri discreetly let it be known she was interested. They brought in a special photographer for this shoot, a man who occasionally shot for Penthouse and was known to have a particular talent for this type of situation. The rumor mill had it that Earl's wife, a very sexy former Penthouse Pet, kept bringing sweet young things into their bed and he'd been forced by necessity to develop an appreciation for this alternative form of lovemaking. No doubt his layouts were packed with erotic feminine excitement. Teri knew his work from Penthouse. In fact it had contributed to her increasing interest in exploring this other world. The atmosphere at the mansion around the time of the shoot was quite charged. All of the girls knew what they were going to be doing. Some were nervous, others, like Teri, clearly excited. Teri knew many of them from previous shoots and had made friends with some. It was strange to find herself with women she'd seen naked so often who might, if assignments worked out that way, end up in her arms on a satin covered bed. She could feel other girls looking at her in unusual ways as well. Cynthia was a playmate when she was younger. From bootleg photos she'd seen early in her own affiliation with the magazine, Teri knew Hef liked to fuck and suck this formerly sweet young thing. Now she did makeup for the girls before and during shoots. She was still a gorgeous creature, perhaps 35 years old with a knockout body and very pretty face. Rumor had it that she tried for a career in the movies but got no farther than the casting couch. Rather than end up a high class hooker she returned to the mansion and her new role as mentor and makeup artist for the young models. Teri liked her. It was doubtful she spent time in the master's bed any longer, with his lovely wife to be satisfied and the never ending assortment of beautiful young ladies should his libido demand variety. They were alone in the brightly lit room used for makeup. Teri sat in the chair as Cynthia finished up with her face before they did some test shots. They were making small talk about the upcoming shoot and Teri was surprised to hear the enthusiasm in Cynthia's voice. The thought never had crossed her mind that this gorgeous woman's sexual interests might lean in that direction. "You'd better be careful. From what I hear Earl has this way about him that girls find themselves doing things together they never would dream of doing otherwise." Cynthia's face was close to hers. Teri was watching her in the mirror surrounded with glowing light bulbs. The older woman was dressed as always in a skin tight tank top and short shorts. Perhaps it was her way of telling the new girls she'd lost none of her voluptuous charm. Cynthia continued. "Have you ever made it with another woman?" The question was so matter of fact that Teri simply smiled and answered the question. "Not yet." Cynthia's eyes lifted to return her gaze in the mirror. A smile slowly spread across her bright red lips. "Well, lucky girl who gets to be the first." Cynthia's eyes lowered as she openly stared at the front of Teri's robe to where the deep cleavage between her breasts was visible. "Are you making a pass at me Cyn?" Teri was shocked to hear the words come from her mouth. Their eyes met in the mirror again. Cynthia winked, the tip of her tongue just resting on her lower lips. "Look me up after your shoot and I'll give you an answer. Now off you go." Teri rose from the chair and brushed past the older woman, her mind spinning with possibilities. Fingers lightly patted her bottom through the silk robe as she walked away. Teri asked the director of productions where she might find Cynthia and was told she was upstairs. That meant either she was in her room or one of the common areas reserved for the girls who stayed at the mansion. Teri wrapped the silk robe she wore tightly around her naked body and headed toward the more public part of the mansion on her way to the second floor living areas. There was always an assortment of partially clad women and very wealthy men milling about the first floor, as well as in the outdoor garden and around the large pool. If possible she didn't want to get sidetracked now that she'd set her mind to checking out Cynthia's veiled offer. Men turned to gaze at her as she walked by. Her naked body had been seen in one centerfold layout as well as in the lingerie edition. She had little doubt they recognized her and were intimately familiar with her voluptuous charms. But she wasn't into playing that game right now, simply nodding at each man and passing along. Fortunately the robe was long enough that none of them would have the chance to see her bare bottom as she strode up the broad marble stairs leading to the second floor. Just as she reached the top Hef appeared from her left, surrounded as always by a luscious contingent of newcomers anxious to get his attention. So many luscious bodies and so little space in the magazine. Teri said hi and continued on her way. Her infatuation with the master had ended shortly after her centerfold hit the newsstand. Of course, that was also the time when his eventual wife descended from Canada to capture his heart and begin her rise to the mistress of this domain. Teri knocked lightly on Cynthia's door and was instantly greeted by a cheerful invitation to enter. She pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the beautifully appointed room. As a person with tenure, Cynthia had one of the nicer rooms in this older section of the mansion, with its wood wainscoting and antique furnishings. Cynthia lay casually on an old fashioned chaise lounge easily large enough to accommodate two people. She was wearing a lovely pale pink peignoir that lay gently on her curves. "Welcome to my web said the spider to the fly." She smiled up at the younger woman as she approached. "You're not planning on eating me are you?" Teri was accustomed to sharp, sexually laden repartee, but her experience playing this little game was exclusively with men who were forever after her sweet honey pot. Cynthia lifted her arm and lay it across the back of the lounge chair. "Come join me and we can consider the possibilities." Teri could tell the older woman was also naked beneath her silk robe. She settled on the edge of the chair and turned to ease back into Cynthia's waiting embrace. Their warm bodies touched at the hips but nowhere else at the moment, though that was surely one of the things that could change quickly. "You promised me an answer to my question if I stopped by after the shoot." Cynthia smiled. "How did the shoot go?" A lovely evasion? Teri wondered. But Cynthia's face showed no signs of discomfort, no appearance of withdrawing from the intense dance they seemed to be sharing. Then Teri thought about the setup shots Earl took. She'd worked with Janine, with Julie Ann and briefly with Morgan. The master seemed to be looking for the right mix of appearance and sexual energy. Teri had really gotten into it with Janine, a very luscious, sexy blonde with a body to die for. "A lot of work, but we're getting someplace." Cynthia's hand slid down from the back of the chair until fingers lightly grazed Teri's shoulder. The contact was like an electric shock. She hadn't touched any of the women on the set but had noticed the chemistry between Janine and Julie Ann who seemed unavoidably to brush against one another or to share little jokes no one else was privy to. She obviously was already feeling the excitement of this shoot. "It's good to get someplace, especially someplace as nice as that." Teri looked up at Cynthia whose deep blue eyes gazed directly at her. "And the answer to your question is yes." The fingers on her shoulder were sliding lower, skimming across the silk, reaching toward the inside edge of the robe until the tips were on her bare chest. "Want to play with me?" Teri's breathing was labored and she could feel the juices moving in her loins. This was an offer she couldn't imagine turning down, especially now before this shoot. "It might be fun." Teri smiled, her awareness focused on the fingers now slipping inside the robe, over the slope of her breast until they were covering the heavy mound. "I can promise you it will be fun, lots of fun." Cynthia's face approached hers and Teri knew she was about to be kissed for the first time by another woman. What a wonderful dream this was turning out to be. Teri found herself in the familiar sixty-nine position but without the familiar organ in her mouth. The mouth roaming over her genitals was familiar, but it was certainly a different experience not having whiskers rubbing the inside of her thighs, feeling instead lush, naked breasts moving over her torso. And the tongue and lips were wonderful! She was on fire! Whatever inhibitions she might have had in the past about kissing another woman's genitals seemed dissolved by that magic tongue. She stared in wonder at the beautiful pussy lying beneath her face, her own tongue poised on her lower lip. It was time to taste the fruits of Sappho. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 4 The fictional vignettes below were inspired from real life personal ads published in San Francisco Weekly in a section called Wild Side, Women Seeking Women. Except for slight modifications required to facilitate the storylines, the ads presented are as they appear in SFWeekly. If an original ad was placed by any reader of this service, I hope you won't be offended by where my imagination has taken your words. * * * * * Be My First WF, 23, 38-24-36, Attractive, bi-curious, petite, seeks attractive bi- sexual woman, 18-35, I need you now, I've waited so long. Wild#8114 07/22 Kelly sat patiently in the canvas chair as the stylist worked on her hair. She gazed absentmindedly at her reflection in the mirror. The photographer told Carol what he was looking for and Kelly did what she did best. She sat still and waited while another professional prepared her for the shoot. She understood instinctively what the client was looking for in this layout. She'd been told many times how beautiful her face was, how sensual her lips were, how luscious her breasts were. They wanted a young, wildly sensual look for the layout, which played on the sexual charge between her and the young stud who shared the set. There was no doubt the young man had his charms, but then no one on the set knew Kelly was looking for something entirely different from what this young man appeared to offer. Besides, she already knew he was gay. Rob didn't announce his preference, but those close to the shoot knew he and the photographer were making it. Gary got a hardon every time Rob was present. It surely wasn't Kelly, since Gary didn't give her much beyond the time of day. She recalled stopping by Gary's trailer the previous day to ask him a question about the schedule. The door was open or she wouldn't have just walked right in. The office was vacant but she could hear something from the back of the trailer and walked to a second open door. Just as she was about to push it open she heard a groan. Instinctively she leaned forward to peer past the edge of the door. There was Rob, bareass naked, his wonderfully aroused cock disappearing and reappearing from Gary's worshipful mouth. She watched in awe as the kneeling man swallowed the long, thick organ at the bottom of each powerful stroke. Despite her proficiency and considerable practice she'd never come close to taking that much cock in her mouth. She knew she had no business watching these male lovers, but she wasn't quite able to tear her eyes away. Then Rob was cumming, his hands clutching the back of Gary's head, groans rising from his throat. Gary held the organ in his throat, lips pressing into the lush pubic hair, fingers clutching Rob's perfect ass. Then finally his mouth withdrew, strings of cum visibly stretching from his lips to the glistening organ still clutched in his fist. Kelly quietly departed. The stylist finished and Kelly knew it was time. She adjusted the leather bikini top over her voluptuous breasts before pushing herself out of the chair. Time to get to work. Kelly's introduction to the joys of loving another woman had happened during a shoot for the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue the year before. It was quite an experience working with such an collection of sexy young women willing to bare their bodies in this fabled publication. Kelly's agent had had a hard time containing himself when he got the call from the magazine telling him that she'd been selected for the shoot. A number of the models were familiar to her. They were real icons in the profession. She watched the staff cater to the established stars, leaving younger models to fend for themselves. Kelly didn't mind. She quickly made friends with Jill, a lovely brunette with a body to die for. Of course, all the models on this shoot would satisfy that criteria. But Jill was different, in ways that Kelly discovered only with time. They were alone in the trailer after the first day's shoot. Jill stepped from behind the screen wearing her sexy undergarments. Despite having seen the lovely young model walking around all day dressed in the most revealing swimsuit, Kelly couldn't help but appreciate how luscious she looked in a skimpy brassiere and matching thong style panties. Perhaps it was spending the day in the sun, or maybe the glass of wine she was sipping, but gazing over at this sensual looking creature was making her feel light headed. She noticed Jill's eyes peering in her direction. They'd been introduced the day before but this was the first time they'd been alone together. Jill walked toward where she sat and settled next to her on the love seat. "Can I have a sip?" Kelly was aware of the warm thigh against her own as she offered the glass to Jill who raised it to her full lips. Their eyes held one another as she sipped. She returned the glass, a sultry smile crossing her mouth as her eyes lowered to the open front of Kelly's robe. She'd showered and was naked beneath the terry cloth robe. Jill's gaze was unsettling to her. It felt very much like the leering looks she often received from men in the business. Her own eyes lowered to Jill's breasts, noticing the other woman's aroused nipples were visible through the nylon cups that held the heavy mounds snugly. Then their eyes met again. "That was good. I think I'll pour myself a glass." Jill pushed herself up from the love seat and walked toward the small refrigerator. Kelly's eyes followed her, taking in the perfection of her body. Her bottom was naked, the tight round cheeks shifting with each step. Jill leaned down as she peered into the refrigerator, offering the most provocative view of the wedge of silk between her thighs that covered her genitals. Kelly was surprised to feel herself becoming aroused! Looking at a woman's body had never caused this reaction before. Then Jill was returning, with both a filled glass and a half full bottle. Her breasts shifted within the skimpy brassiere as she moved closer. "Thought you might like a refill." She leaned over to pour the wine, her breasts practically tumbling out of the lace trimmed cups. Then she sat down again, her warm thigh pressing against Kelly's leg. "Here's to good times." Jill clinked her glass against Kelly's before taking a long sip. They talked some about the business, about their past assignments. Kelly felt Jill's eyes move on her body, especially after she'd reached for the wine bottle on the table in front of the love seat. As she settled back against the cushion she was aware the front of her robe had fallen open. Following Jill's gaze she glanced down and saw her bare breasts practically on display with little more than her nipples still covered by the robe. Instinctively she reached up with her free hand with the intention of pulling the garment closed but suddenly Jill's fingers were grasping her own. "Don't." Kelly turned to look at Jill, whose eyes lifted from her breasts to meet her own. Their gaze held for what seemed like a long while but was probably only a few seconds. Kelly's heart was beating quickly in her chest. Jill's fingers released hers. Suddenly those very same fingers were touching her breast. Looking down she watched in disbelief as Jill's long, slender fingers spread to cup one breast, the tips sliding under the robe, pushing it off the fullness of the mound. Her nipple was alive in the palm of this woman's hand as the fingers gently squeezed her breast. The caress felt so good Kelly simply enjoyed it. Her compliance seemed to encourage her seducer, who began teasing her nipple between thumb and forefinger. Kelly groaned, unable to contain her response. The next thing she knew Jill was kissing her breast, lips and tongue playing over the distended nipple. Her robe was completely open now and Jill's fingers were moving down her waist and over her thighs. Instinctively her legs parted and the fingers slid between her thighs until they found her moist genitals. She was shocked to feel herself responding with such enthusiasm to this woman's loving. Her fingers were in Jill's hair, pulling the sucking mouth closer to her saliva smeared breast. Her hips were shifting on the sofa as fingers teased across the sensitive folds of flesh surrounding her aroused clitoris. Then the fingers were on that hard little nub, expertly playing across it in a rhythm that drove her wild! When Jill began kissing her, there was nothing in Kelly that could have resisted. Her thighs were spread wide to accommodate the fingers touching her there and her whole body seemed to be on fire. Lips touching her own were wonderfully soft and sensitive as they drew her into the kiss. Soon she abandoned all hesitation, kissing the other woman passionately. Her orgasm arrived a moment later, exploding from her loins to shake her entire being. Her second orgasm came less than five minutes later as Jill's mouth fixed itself to her clitoris and gently sucked the stout little organ between pursed lips. That talented tongue that only moments before had been slithering into Kelly's hungry mouth was slithering now into her moist pussy. She was barely able to stifle her scream That brief episode in the trailer was the beginning of a delicious introduction to Sappho for Kelly. Before the shoot was over they'd spent many hours in bed at one or the other's hotel room, naked as they explored the perfection of one another's bodies with their lips, tongues and fingers. Kelly was a quick study and Jill a wanton lover who was willing to try everything. Sadly, as happens in this business, they found themselves in different parts of the country within a week of finishing their shoot with only the intention to see one another again in the future. Alas it hadn't happened over the last year and Kelly was hot for some new action. Golden Brown diamond cut, dancer, almond eyes. Sensuous, sleek, very clean, seeks single, bi or bi-curious girl friend, 25-35, for massage trades and Yum Yum fun! Wild#2159 07/29 Celia stretched the tight muscle, her strong fingers threading through the knots. This was hard work but she loved it, especially when a pretty femme called for a massage. She'd made more sexual conquests with women coming for massages than she could count. Of course, guys like Rob weren't too bad either. Her eyes moved down his muscular athlete's body, covered only by the small towel strategically placed over his manhood. As often happened he was getting aroused by the sensuous touch of her fingers across his nipples as she massaged his prominent pectoral muscles. Her eyes were fixed on his growing organ lifting the towel so noticeably. She could feel herself getting turned on and wondered whether she should offer him a special massage of that most prominent muscle. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. Her mouth rose and fell over Rob's cock, lips and tongue expertly servicing the thick organ. His groans told her she was doing exactly what he needed. Her fingertips lightly caressed his balls, then slithered down to tease between his thighs. This little act of service would net her an extra hundred if his tips in the past were any measure. And what a delicious task to perform to make money. She would certainly have done it simply for the pleasure, but she wasn't about to tell him that. Suddenly his organ surged in her mouth and she sucked harder, the pressure bringing him over the edge. Hot juices exploded against the roof of her mouth as instinctively she started to swallow. Her name was Paula and this was her first visit for a massage. Celia was delighted when the young woman walked through the door, a picture of loveliness in her summer dress that showed off her delicious figure. It took all of Celia's will power to keep her eyes off those pert young breasts which appeared to be unencumbered by a brassiere. After their brief introduction Celia stepped to one side of the table and waited as Paula moved behind the screen to take off her clothes. She appeared a moment later with a large white towel wrapped around her body and slid onto the table. Celia rubbed her hands together to warm them, her eyes following Paula's slender fingers untying the knot that held the towel in place. As she rolled onto her stomach those lovely breasts came into view for an instant before Paula lay flat on the table. Celia's fingers instantly spread over rather tense shoulders and the fun began. As her hands moved lower the towel was carried with them, slowly revealing Paula's back, then her slender waist and finally the prominent round cheeks of the girl's perfect bottom. Walking around to the opposite end of the table Celia started again from the feet, then slowly moved up along each leg until her fingertips were between those slender thighs. Paula's legs fell apart and as expected Celia was treated to a perfect view of this sweet young thing's pussy. Had they met before Celia would certainly not have hesitated about caressing those lovely folds of feminine flesh. But she restrained herself until it became clearer what this young woman was hoping for. "You can roll over now." Celia stepped to the side of the table, her hungry eyes watched Paula roll on her side and then fall over onto her back. Those lovely breasts were larger than she'd thought at first, the full mounds holding their shape as Paula stretched out on her back. Celia stepped to the top of the table again and began massaging the young woman's shoulders and upper chest. The position allowed her to feast her eyes on Paula's breasts as well as the blonde curls where those slender thighs came together. It appeared Paula had trimmed her pubic hair at the sides, perhaps for a skimpy bikini. Her body was perfect for a bikini. Celia's fingers trailed down toward those sumptuous breasts. Leaning over she whispered in Paula's ear and was delighted to hear the response. "Mm, mm." Her fingers spread over each breast in a move that was much more a caress than a massage. Nipples were hard between her fingertips. Celia could hardly wait to taste them. After a long, slow caress her fingers released the lovely mounds and Celia stepped around the end of the table. She glanced down at the girl's pretty face and saw Paula's eyes gazing up at her, a slight smile on her full lips. Celia returned the smile at the same time as her hands once again found Paula's firm breasts. Paula had been told about Celia from a friend who'd received the full treatment some months before. Contrary to appearances, she was not quite without experience in making love with other women. From her friend's description of her visit to Celia's office, Paula knew she wanted to experience it for herself. She wasnt' disappointed. The two young women lay naked next to one another on the table, their lush breasts pressed together as they deeply kissed. Fingers played between open thighs and there was little doubt another orgasm was waiting for each of them. Tired of Testosterone Me too! Men are fun but I need a change! Let's explore a few fantasies, if you are bold, busty, built, brilliant and beautiful, call. So am I! Wild#8671 07/22 Sally lay back on the bed, her eyes following Mark's fingers pulling the zipper of his faded jeans over the prominent bulge which had been growing since she began leisurely disrobing. At the moment she was wearing only her sexiest bikini panties and brassiere. He reached up to undo the metal button, then slowly stripped the garment down his tanned thighs, kicking it off when it reached the bottom of his well muscled calves. His jockey shorts showed clearly the dimensions of his arousal. Sally felt her juices flowing and reached out her tongue to moisten her lips. Mark stripped off his tee shirt. He stepped closer to the bed, his thumbs sliding beneath the elastic waistband before slowly rolling the garment down. His pubic hair was thick, the dark brown curls glistening in the light from the bedside lamp. Then his cock came into view, the thick organ popping out of its confinement until it stood pointing toward her. He kicked off his shorts and kneeled on the bed. They' d done this before and each time seemed to turn her on more. He slid closer until the bulging, purple crown touched her lips. She willingly slid out her tongue, caressing the silky soft underside of the organ. Mark sighed, his fingers gently touching her hair. He loved it when she sucked him, almost as much as she loved taking his beautiful male organ into her mouth. Her tongue danced along the rigid member as her mouth sucked. Such power to suck a man's cock, to let him cum in her mouth. She'd learned to continue pleasuring her lover after he'd cum, to ride with him through the undulating waves that followed the first ejaculation. A real orgasm lasted many minutes, minutes of intense pleasure. Only when his body relaxed fully did she swallow that precious fluid, that nutty, salty cum. She understood how much a man wanted her to swallow his cum rather than to spit it out. She wouldn't dream of wasting a drop. Mark groaned, his cock twitching out its final drops of cum. He'd collapsed on the bed next to Sally, his hands reaching out to draw her into his embrace. He needed to rest a while before he savored the pleasures of this incredible woman's beautiful body. Mark was the latest in a long line of lovers Sally had taken. The first had been when she was fifteen years old. Now she was twenty-five. She had no difficulty attracting men's interest. If anything she had the opposite problem. Like yesterday during her lunch break in the city where she worked. She was wearing a light cotton spaghetti strap dress with a full skirt on the surprisingly warm, sunny day. She could feel the eyes following her as she passed by, eyes caressing her full breasts filling the tight bodice of her dress, the curving tops and hint of cleavage as visible as her shoulders and arms. She also knew as she walked toward the mid-day sun on the crowded sidewalk that her thighs and loins could be seen through the thin cotton skirt that swung around her legs with each shift of her hips. She could hear the footsteps of the men behind her jockeying for position to get the best view. She smiled to herself, chuckling at how predictable men could be in their hunger for a woman's body. She swung her hips, her heels a staccato on the concrete, her breasts jiggling within her formfitting dress. That's it, she mused, a woman's body. It was what she longed for as well. Ever since that party in Sausalito on the houseboat and that sexy sweetheart who made a pass at her. Lovely Brittany. Who'd of thought she worked in the porn business? Sally was in the small kitchen looking for ice for her drink. No way could she drink this hard stuff without mix and ice. Suddenly she wasn't alone and whomever was behind her had placed their hands on Sally's waist. She was accustomed to men taking liberties with her and was prepared to give the guy the brush off when she felt breasts touching her shoulder blades. Her mind was suddenly spinning. For a moment she thought it might be the hostess, a woman she knew casually. But Becky's rather small breasts would definitely not make this impression. Then lips were on her neck, bringing a whole new dimension to the experience. This was definitely a pass! The fingers on her waist were suddenly on her breasts! Sally shifted awkwardly as she tried to rid herself of the glass and tray of ice cubes in her hands. But the fingers had found her aroused nipples through her silk blouse and the touch was creating the most surprising sensations between her thighs. Her hands lifted to the back of the fingers with the intention of pulling them off her breasts. But her own fingers didn't seem to work and instead of stopping the caress she found herself participating in it, hands pressing the fingers closer. Sally was shocked with herself, shocked but incredibly turned on. It was the beginning of a remarkable night. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 4 She learned later that the tall blonde stud with the huge erection was "in the business," as Brittany put it. The sequence of events leading up to her arriving with Brittany in this man's bedroom was remarkable in itself, but what happened on those satin sheets was breathtaking. Sally, a newcomer to sex with multiple partners, was instantly the center of attention. She stared over at the man as Brittany slowly took off her clothes, watching his eyes caress her body as it slowly came into view. His fingers were lightly touching the growing bulge in the front of his velour lounging pajamas, which to her surprise just kept getting bigger and bigger. At the moment her last garment fell to the floor, he stripped off his trousers and that monstrous cock swung toward her. Brittany's fingers were touching her body, hands moving from her breasts, down her torso, fingers sliding between her thighs as lips touched her neck and shoulder. Brad stepped in front of her, his hands cupping her breasts, fingertips squeezing the distended nipples. Brittany's left hand reached out and grasped the thick organ before guiding its bulging tip between Sally's thighs. She heard a groan but she was already too far gone to understand it was her own voice filling the small room. Brittany had fallen on her knees and was sucking the man's cock as Sally kissed him, reveling in his strength which was in such contrast to the sensual lips and tongue devouring her mouth. Then Brittany's lips were between her thighs and Sally almost swooned. She grabbed hold of the man's torso for support as her knees turned to jelly. The kiss broke and she stared down at the young woman's beautiful face poised between her thighs, the lips and tongue glistening with saliva as the mouth fed on her genitals. Her first orgasm exploded! She felt herself collapsing and then felt the strong hands at her waist guiding her to the bed which seemed to have appeared almost miraculously behind her. The next thing she knew that incredible male organ was between her thighs, its thick crown wedging between the moist lips of her pussy. Brittany was kissing her mouth as the cock eased into her body, inch by gut wrenching inch. Sally was beside herself with excitement, the orgasm only minutes before forgotten as her body was carried along by another rising wave of excitement. Her second orgasm came as the man's throbbing cock spewed its treasure into her body. The next thing she knew Brittany was licking her pussy again. Sally found herself facing the other woman's loins, slender thighs parted less than three inches away from her lips. It was the first time in her life she'd looked this closely at another woman's genitals, the puffy folds between the thighs, just below the lush curls covering the mound where the thighs came together. It seemed such a natural thing to press her mouth against those folds, to reciprocate the delicious caress she was at that very moment experiencing. Soon the two women were lost in unbridled passion, naked bodies writhing on the satin sheets, fingers clutching round bottoms, breasts shifting over one another's bellies. Sally's third orgasm shook her to the core. Before the night was over Brittany felt that huge organ in her pussy, but not before Sally had taken the monster into her mouth. As the thick organ stretched her mouth open she pondered those talented actresses who could take a man's cock down their throat. No way could this cock fit in a woman's throat! Brittany and Sally enjoyed a couple of months of delightful passion together before the beautiful young woman headed south to Tinsel Town. But those months changed Sally's life. She still enjoyed making love with men, but now she needed a woman in her bed as well. Perhaps this ad would bring her to Sally. Until then she had Mark. Hot Erotic Female bodybuilder/fitness model 28, 5'3", 110lbs, totally ripped, sexy tanned hard body seeks fit, athletic female for mind-blowing workout. Wild#8666 07/22 Jamie grunted as her arms pressed the pads of the machine together in easy, methodical reps of this familiar exercise. Her eyes swept the room to size up the competition as well the stud muffins that brought her to this gym. Turning her attention back to the mirror in front of her machine she saw her glorious body glistening with perspiration from her workout. As usual her nipples were hard, clearly visible at the center of each prominent breast. The pale lavender tights she wore showed off every curve of her well toned body, just the way she wanted. After all, what was the use of working your body so hard if you weren't going to show it off? Her eyes returned to the larger room. There were lots of familiar faces and a few new ones. It was the newcomers who interested her, man or woman, boy or girl. She chuckled at the idea. She'd been called polymorphously perverse before and it was true, though she'd limited herself to lovers with two legs, at least up to this point. She caught sight of a new guy doing curls at a machine, his long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, the muscles of his arm rippling with the each movement of the bar clutched in his fist. His ass was perfect in the spandex shorts he wore. Jamie paused in her routine waiting patiently for him to turn from the machine so she could complete this essential and arousing assessment. He finished, leaning down to pick up a towel before wiping his face, the move accentuating the tight, round curves of his bottom. Then he turned, oblivious to Jamie's rapt attention. Shit! The guy was really hung. The spandex shorts clung to every curve of his abundant manhood. Obviously he was as intent as Jamie to show off his wares. Then the young man's head swung around and his eyes met Jamie's admiring stare. He smiled and started walking in her direction. He obviously had worked out a lot because his body was perfectly toned, his muscles well defined. He walked gracefully, the way, Jamie imagined, a martial artist might. She averted her eyes as she picked up a towel to wipe her face. When she lowered the towel she saw her young stud talking to the "competition." Jamie couldn't help but smile to herself as she recalled the private workout she'd had with Christine, a sultry bi-sexual swinger not unlike herself. She may be competition for men, but she was also a delightful lover for Jamie. Perhaps a threesome was in order. She watched them banter back and forth until, at last, the young stud turned again toward Jamie. His eyes made quick work of checking her body out and then he sauntered up to her machine, leaving Christine to her workout.. "Gorgeous, I mean gorgeous." He smiled, his eyes openly admiring the fullness of her breasts displayed so blatantly in the stretched nylon of her bodysuit. Jamie reciprocated by lowering her eyes to the well-defined bulge in the front of his shorts which appeared even more formidable close-up. Lifting her eyes she was met with a smile and a wink. "I think we've got makings of something here, what'd ya think?" The club had private hot tubs for members wishing to soak the pains from their weary bodies. At least that was how they were described in the fancy brochure used for marketing. Jamie knew them as perfect places for getting it on with your latest conquest. The attendant told her which room Craig was in, a smile crossing his face in recognition of what was obviously about to happen in that tiny room not far from his desk. As she expected, the door wasn't locked. She found him already in the tub, his well muscled arms stretched along the edge. His shorts and tank top hung on the hook next to the door, so no doubt that sumptuous cock was waiting for her at that very moment. "Aw, I was afraid you'd decided to skip out." She laughed at his playful words. "You don't know me very well, do you?" "Well, that's something we can remedy as soon as you join me." With her eyes fixed on Craig's face Jamie reached up and pulled the straps of her bodysuit off her shoulders, slowly dragging the clinging garment off her breasts. When the proud globes burst into view she paused, relishing the look in Craig's eyes as he devoured her glorious bosom. Then she resumed her little striptease, pulling the bodysuit free of her body and kicking it to one side. Jamie stepped into the hot water, not missing for a moment Craig's huge cock standing erect beneath the surface. Without hesitation she straddled his thighs, settling to her knees on the bench as she rubbed her breasts across his upturned lips, dipping her bottom every few moments to play that stiff organ across her genitals. Then they were kissing, passionately devouring one another mouths. Craig's hands moved over her body, caressing her round, firm bottom, then swinging up and around, fingers spreading to cup her heavy breasts. Jamie was really turned on! Normally she would stretch out their foreplay, savor the slow caresses, the tentative exploring of one another's bodies. But Craig's fingers teasing her nipples, and that long, thick cock nudging her waiting pussy were too much. Slowly Dana lowered herself, all of her attention suddenly locked on the thick cock nudging against her genitals before finally wedging into the tight opening. She'd intended to taste that lovely cock before sliding it into her body, but such is life, she mused at the huge organ penetrated inch by delicious inch into her pussy. Their first joining had been a spectacular success! Doubtlessly everyone in this part of the building heard their orgasms. Now Jamie was ready to satisfy her oral needs. After quite a few minutes resting from their workout, they slipped out of the hot tub, took a quick dip in the smaller cooling tub adjacent to it and sprawled next to one another on the wooden bench. Jamie slid close to Craig's gorgeous body, her fingers trailing across his chest to tease his nipples. Leaning over she sucked one tiny spike between her teeth. Her fingers eased down the tightly muscled stomach, her eyes following their progress toward the well developed cock laying to one side on Craig's tanned thigh. Her fingertips traced the sensitive skin that circled the crown and the organ twitched. She slid her fingers around the shaft and squeezed. She could feel the organ responding to her fingers, filling out and stretching against the pressure. Jamie leaned down trailing her lips along Craig's belly, through the lush blonde curls before sliding her full lips over the crown. Her head bobbed above Craig's cock which was now clutched in her pumping fist. Fingers lightly touched her hair. Craig groaned, his hips shuddering on the bare wood. Her fingertips played over the large balls hanging below the thick organ, then slid lower to tease between his cheeks. All the while her lips rose and fell, her tongue dancing along the organ as her whole mouth gently sucked. She knew she was good at this but how could it be otherwise when she loved the feel of a cock in her mouth so much. He was getting close, she could tell. Her fingers returned from their short journey to grab the base of Craig's cock, squeezing rhythmically as her mouth worked. She felt the surge before the exploding juices sprayed against her tongue. Jamie sucked harder, swallowing quickly, not wanting to miss a drop of the salty nectar. It was near closing time when Jamie walked into the practically empty women's dressing room. She was weary but sated after her workout with Craig. He was as good as his boast, and that thing dangling between his legs was as close to a magic wand that she'd ever come across before. He was your typical male lover who believed his stick could do all the work, so what he offered in ardor he lacked in finesse. But men were for fucking after all, and perhaps for a little sensuous sucking, so she wasn't complaining. As she turned the corner toward her locker she saw Christine standing in the middle of the aisle buttoning her blouse. Her bare legs extended from beneath the hem of the silk blouse. She sensed Jamie's presence and turned in her direction. The bottom of the blouse swung open just enough for Jamie to catch a flash of color that could only be Christine's panties. Her friend smiled. "So another notch on you belt, so to speak." Jamie caught the note of envy in Christine's voice and decided to leave it alone. "Yeah, I had a good workout." She stepped to her locker and twirled the combination lock. Christine stepped next to her, hands now at her side, her blouse still only half buttoned. Jamie wondered whether she was about to get a lecture or something. "I had a pretty good workout too." Christine turned and leaned back against the adjacent locker and gazed over at Jamie. "So did Charlie know how to use that thing?" Jamie turned to face her friend. "His name is Craig and the answer is yes." Christine was looking particularly desirable at the moment with her damp hair loosely falling around her face, her skin flushed from her shower, her moist lips parting in the most inviting way. Jamie didn't miss how the way she was standing, arms pulled back, elbows against the steel locker, caused her ample breasts to pull the partially buttoned front of the tailored blouse open. "I was hoping you'd invite me to join the two of you." Christine's fingers lifted to begin playing with the button strategically located between her breasts, the topmost closed button. Jamie's eyes followed the movement, her body beginning to generate some interest in the possibilities here. She was surprised to feel her growing arousal, then recalled the delicious sensations Christine's tongue between her thighs had created when last they shared a bed together. "I get the feeling you've got something else on your mind at the moment." Christine smiled. "You're too clever for me. I've got the hots for you. What's a girl to do?" The button slipped free and the fingers slid down to the next button. Jamie glanced down at the cleavage rising above the clasp holding two well filled brassiere cups in place. She lifted her eyes and smiled. "I could be interested, but I need to get something to eat first. Care to join me?" Christine pushed herself off the locker, stepping closer to Jamie, her hand reaching out to cup the mound between her thighs. "I'll skip the obvious comeback, but you know I'm interested in something more than lasagna." Their lips met in a quick kiss before Christine withdrew her fingers and stepped back. She stood there the entire time Jamie dressed, eyes hungrily gazing at her body. They had Italian food and Christine did order lasagna, announcing she needed carbos to give her energy for later in the evening. After a brief conversation in the restaurant Jamie offered and Christine agreed to spend the night together. By the time they reached Jamie's apartment it was a little after ten o'clock and both young women were ready to hit the rack. Jamie offered her friend a negligee, choosing a sexy silk number that would add a little spice to the occasion. Christine headed for the bathroom while Jamie changed in the bedroom. She slid into bed after turning off the overhead light. Christine returned from the bathroom looking absolutely gorgeous in the silk negligee that lovingly caressed her delightful curves. Jamie lifted the covers for the other girl who quickly slid next to her. Turning on the satin sheet she was rewarded by firm breasts pressing into her own as their lips found one another. Instantly lips parted and tongues slid forward to duel. There was no hesitation between these occasional lovers, their hands quickly moving to caress firm flesh through the soft silk. Their lips parted with a gasp and instantly Christine's mouth lowered to Jamie's breast, sucking the silk covered nipple into the moist heat. Jamie gazed down at the lovely woman's face, those full lips parted, the tongue twirling around her distended nipple whose details could almost be seen through the saliva drenched silk. She knew the groan now filling the tiny room was her own. The fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh were beneath the silk and she knew it would only be a few more moments before her throbbing clitoris would receive the attention it longed for. Craig's cock had been marvelous, but she knew the lips now sucking on her breast would soon be between her thighs and she would be screaming for joy and release. She lifted Christine's face from her breast and reclaimed those lips and tongue, expressing her appreciation in advance for the delights she knew soon would follow. Then the lips were moving down her body, across the shimmering silk now bunched at her hips, inexorably approaching the hand now stirring wonderful feelings between her spread thighs. The tongue reached bare skin, dipping into her belly button before beginning to forage through her lush pubic hair. "What a sweet pussy." The words were whispered just a moment before the lips made contact with her aroused genitals. Jamie groaned as the tongue teased across her clitoris. A finger was sliding into her moist pussy and although Craig's cock had been so much larger, this digit drove her wild. To be loved by another woman was a world apart. Her fingers twined in Christine's thick, wavy hair and she pulled the mouth closer. Suddenly the tongue had joined that devilish finger and she lost control, her body heaving off the bed as the first of many orgasms she expected to share with this lover rocked her being. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 5 The fictional vignettes below were inspired from real life personal ads published in San Francisco Weekly in a section called Wild Side, Women Seeking Women. Except for slight modifications required to facilitate the storylines, the ads presented are as they appear in SFWeekly. If an original ad was placed by any reader of this service, I hope you won't be offended by where my imagination has taken your words. * * * * * Seeking a Partner in the crime of seduction. Beautiful, tall, curvaceous blonde, 28, desires gorgeous counterpart to join me in seducing men of our choice. Bi-curious gets extra points. Wild#9634 05/19 Cass opened the letter with a bit of apprehension. She'd talked on the phone with Brandi a couple of times but this was the moment of truth. They'd decided to exchange photos before actually meeting. Cass had met too many women who'd responded to her ad who could have been called attractive only by their mothers. She longed for someone hot! She unfolded the single page, discovering a color copy of a full-figure photograph. It was a moment before Cass realized her jaw had dropped open. Brandi was an absolute knockout! She was beautiful, tall and curvaceous, as she'd promised during their last call. Cass put the sheet on the desktop, carefully pressing out the creases with her left hand as her right reached for the phone. The number was scrawled across the bottom of the page as though Brandi had known she wouldn't waste a minute before calling to make a date. She didn't. Brandi had made it clear during their earlier conversations that while she was bi-curious, she was also more than a little apprehensive about exploring that unfamiliar territory. Cass promised they'd take their time to get to know one another, perhaps even focus on meeting some men before opening that door. Brandi was reassured. For their first meeting they decided to take a walk in the park. Cass leaned against the hard back of a park bench not too far from the fountain that was to be their meeting place. It was a cool spring day. She wore jeans that through time had become familiar with the lovely curves of her body, as well as a sweater her mother probably would have declared too tight. But she'd learned long ago that if you've got it you flaunt it and her lovely bosom had always been her finest asset. She peered around her, not certain which of the many walkways would bring her new friend to this first meeting. It was the middle of the week so there weren't a large number of people in the park. A few mothers pushing strollers, an occasional jogger, but no one occupying the other benches circling the fountain. Then she caught sight of Brandi, her long auburn hair floating in the breeze. Cass sat mesmerized, her eyes slowly taking in the other woman's beauty. Heavy breasts shifting within the tailored blouse visible beneath the open jacket, womanly hips swinging sensually from side to side. Their eyes met and held each other, smiles lifting as they acknowledged one another without words. Then their hands met in a warm handshake. Cass found herself rising to her feet and suddenly they were in each other's embrace, warm bodies pressing together. As suddenly as they came together, they stepped back. The sexual energy between them seemed palpable. They sat down, fingers still touching. "Whoa, this is intense!" Brandi's voice was richer and deeper in person than it had been on the phone. "Yeah. So let's take a deep breath." Cass released Brandi's hand and leaned back against the bench. "Good idea." Cass couldn't help but notice the top three buttons of Brandi's blouse were undone and the cleavage between her full breasts was visible between the parted cotton panels. She had to force her eyes to stay focused on Brandi's face. "So, shall we take a walk and work off a little of this free floating energy?" Brandi smiled and nodded. They stood and headed down one of the paths. They shared another hug when they said goodbye. Cass was certain Brandi had been as turned on as she had at that moment, though perhaps the heart she felt beating so strongly had been her own. Her lips brushed Brandi's cheek as they stepped back from each other and Cass had little doubt they would have kissed on the lips had they been in a less public place. Or maybe that too was only her fantasy. But it was a lovely fantasy and she had no intention of pushing it away. They spoke on the phone later that evening. "I really wanted to kiss you on the lips this afternoon." Cass could hear Brandi's sharp intake of breath as she listened. She remained quiet in the silence that followed, giving her new friend time to compose herself. She didn't want to make it hard for Brandi, but on the other hand, this was the direction she wanted their relationship to take, so there was no reason to ignore her desire. "God! You don't waste words, do you?" "Are you trying to tell me you didn't feel it too?" Another long pause. "Feel what?" Cass smiled to herself. She could hear the shakiness in Brandi's voice. She was either terrified or excited. "Sweetheart, I don't want to rush you, but there was a pretty potent charge between us this afternoon. I can't believe you didn't feel it too." Cass could feel her juices flowing even as she spoke. She lifted her fingers to her breast, caressing the firm mound through the silk of her negligee. "I felt it." Cass's nipple was hard between her twirling fingers. "I wish you were here right now." Another sharp intake of breath followed by silence. "I'm glad I'm in my own bed at this precise moment, thank you very much." "You mean you wouldn't like to have my hands on your body right now? I can touch my own breasts any time. Like right now, for example." Her breathing was getting ragged as she played this little seduction game over the phone. "You're touching yourself?" "Yeah. I'm wearing a silk negligee and my fingers are teasing my nipple. It's so hard. I wish you were here to kiss it." "Oh god!" "So you're in bed?" "Yes." "What are you wearing?" There was a long pause. Brandi's breathing was heavy. "Nothing." Cass groaned softly, her mind casting about for the picture still sitting on her desk of this luscious creature with her body to die for. "Wouldn't that feel nice, to rub your naked body against my silk negligee?" "If you're trying to get me turned on you're doing a good job of it." The words were literally breathless. "Good! Then there's hope for this relationship." Brandi laughed. "I'd say so. But right now I've got to get off the phone and get some rest." "That's right, you've got to get back to work again tomorrow. I'll let you go, but only if you promise me one thing." "What's that." "The next time we see each other you'll let me have one kiss." A long pause, followed by an audible sigh before Brandi finally spoke. "One kiss. Okay." "Goodnight." "Goodnight." Cass put down the phone, resting back against the pillow as her right hand slid down her body to complete the task she'd begun with her earlier caresses. They weren't scheduled to see each other again until Saturday and her body was screaming for release right now! They went to a club but they payed little attention to the men who repeatedly asked one or the other of them to dance. Although that had been her initial intention, Cass found herself preoccupied with seducing her new friend first. And the way Brandi looked that evening, Cass couldn't possibly have turned her attention anywhere but toward the gorgeous young woman in front of her. They left the club about midnight, hailing a cab without a clear idea of their destination. All they knew was that after a couple of drinks they both needed to get some fresh air. The cab pulled to the curb and Cass opened the door for her friend. As Brandi stepped into the darkened interior, turning and sliding onto the bench seat, her skirt moved up along her slender thighs until the tops of her nylons came into view. Cass joined her, resting her arm on the back of the seat after closing the door. "Where to?" Cass peered over at Brandi, struck once again by her beauty. Her face was flushed from the alcohol, her hair a bit disheveled from the wind, her eyes sparkled with the excitement of their conversation and flirtation. "My place?" She spoke the words quietly, waiting for Brandi's answer. Their eyes held each other for what seemed like a long while. The cabbie's voice broke into their reverie. "I didn't hear you." Brandi glanced toward the front of the cab, then returned to meet Cass's gaze. She slowly nodded her head up and down. Cass smiled, turning toward the driver to give him her address. Cass hadn't planned it that way, but the chemistry was simply too powerful for the two young women to wait until they'd reached her apartment. As they'd made the first turn after leaving the club, Brandi's body slid against hers. Cass allowed her hand to ease off the seat to rest on her friend's shoulder. The car moved from lane to lane causing their bodies to move against one another. Soon Brandi's head was resting on her shoulder. The smell of her shampoo filled Cass's nostrils. Her friend'sarm pressed into the side of her breast and the warm thigh against her own only added to her growing arousal. When Brandi's head turned toward her, moist lips slightly parted, eyes meeting hers, there was nothing for her to do but to lower her mouth until they were kissing. Nothing about the kiss was unusual apart from the fact it was between two women. Soft lips pressed together, chastely at first but then with greater urgency. Cass slid her fingers beneath Brandi's breast and around to grasp her waist as they turned toward each other, their lips still working together. When Brandi's tongue touched her lips Cass quickly reciprocated. The sudden deceleration broke their kiss. Cass opened her eyes, surprised to find they'd already arrived at her apartment. They untangled themselves and she paid the driver, whose smile suggested he'd been watching in his rear view mirror. "Have a nice evening ladies." He winked as he drove away. That one kiss quickly turned into a second, this time on the sofa in Cass's apartment. Soon they were deeply kissing, tongues moving from mouth to mouth in the most exciting way. And when Cass's fingers spread over Brandi's beautiful breast, the young woman made no objection, her hand clutching her lover's arm throughout the slow, tender caress. They spent the rest of the evening in some pretty heavy petting, gradually casting off their clothes until they were lying in one another's arms wearing only their undergarments. Cass didn't want to frighten the girl, trusting that when the time was right they'd take the next step. In the meantime, she was more than happy to share their long, slow kisses and to run her hands over Brandi's sumptuous body. Her lips spread over the tip of Brandi's breast, her tongue licking the erect nipple through the nylon brassiere cup, followed by teeth gently biting the stiff nub. Her lover's fingers were spread in Cass's hair, alternately pulling the mouth closer and moving her away. Her tongue flicked quickly over the nipple, then began trailing down. Her fingers were already between Brandi's thighs, the tips playing across the silk panties covering her genitals. Cass gazed up between Brandi's breasts and met her lover's eyes, which were on fire with excitement. The girl had already had one orgasm, though it was clear there were more where that came from. Brandi seemed to sense what the lips now resting on her flat belly could do if given half the chance. Cass moved slowly higher, until they were kissing once again, a safe, passionate kiss. Brandi stayed the night but they kept their undergarments on. Later, Cass promised herself, later. She finally fell asleep. Cass slowly rose to awareness, the bright light from the open window overcoming her sweet dreams. It took her a moment to remember she wasn't alone in her bed, and another moment to realize that the breasts pressed against her back were naked. She slowly turned her head until she found herself face to face with Brandi, whose deepset eyes were gazing back at her. A smile crossed those lush lips she'd been kissing last night. "Good morning sleepyhead." The hand that had been resting on her waist was moving around her torso until long fingers were spreading over her breast. Her hesitant partner had suddenly lost her inhibitions! Cass allowed her body to turn until she was on her back. Glancing down she confirmed her initial judgment. Brandi's glorious breasts were completely naked, the full mounds pressing into her side, one nudging into her own breast, which was still encumbered by her brassiere. But her lover was already attending to that small problem, fingers working the clasp lying between her breasts. A moment later the harness popped open and her own heavy breasts came into view. She watched Brandi's fingers return to cup one mound. Cass reached her free hand up to the back of Brandi's neck and drew her lover's face closer until their lips finally met. Their practice of the night before was clearly not forgotten as lips parted and tongues began their magical dance. Cass turned some more until their naked breasts were pressed together and their thighs entwined. Her fingers slid down and quickly discovered that Brandi's bottom was bare as well. She cupped the tight round cheek, pulling their loins tighter together. She knew they were about to take the next step in their exploration of Sappho. She fully intended to taste every square inch of this gorgeous woman's body. They eventually found the classic sixty-nine position with mouths buried between parted thighs. By that time Cass had wonderfully demonstrated the joys of this taste treat by bringing her lover to a gut wrenching orgasm with her lips and tongue. Now Cass could feel Brandi's excitement as for the first time in her young life she pressed her lush lips against Cass's genitals. This was what she'd been longing for, though not even her wildest dreams included a lover of such beauty. Her hands cupped Brandi's cheeks, pulling the moist pussy to her mouth, tongue riding across the engorged clitoris before plunging into the pink opening waiting for her. The sound of slurping lips and sliding tongues filled the small room as they road the rising excitement. When their orgasms came at last, the groans were muffled against wet flesh as hips heaved against bobbing heads. Finally they collapsed on the damp sheet, both women wonderfully exhausted from their efforts. Jack sat at the bar, his eyes wandering toward the two women. The blonde noticed him walk in and had glanced in his direction a couple of times. Then he saw the brunette peering toward him. He held her eyes for a moment, then smiled his warmest smile. The brunette turned toward her friend, then suddenly eased off the bench and started walking in his direction. Unlike Marilyn, this beautiful young woman was wearing a dress that showed off the lovely round curves of her very full breasts. This was definitely a woman! He turned on his stool and followed her with his eyes as she came closer, her hips swinging sensually, breasts shifting with each step. "Hi." "Hi yourself." "My friend and I were hoping you could join us for a drink." My how times have changed he mused, delighted to receive such an invitation. "I'd love to. My name is Jack." "I'm Brandi and my friend is Cass." "Wonderful, lead the way." He picked up his drink and followed Brandi, his eyes appreciating the roundness of her bottom beneath the clinging silk dress. He eased onto the seat facing the two remarkably lovely young women. "Cass, my name's Jack." He reached across the table to offer his hand, which she immediately took. "Hi Jack." They were well into their second drink together before they'd filled each other in on what was important in their lives. The girls seemed particularly interested in his decision to move north after a failed relationship. He didn't go into any details, but they seemed pleased to learn he'd made no connections up here yet. They also noted with interest the fact he didn't work. He simply said he was an artist, not expanding on the subject. "My friend and I have been looking for someone who might be interested in a girl friend." Jack peered over at Cass, who seemed to be taking the lead from that side of the table. "That shouldn't be too hard, I wouldn't imagine." Brandi smiled and Cass continued. "Well, its got to be the right guy for the right girl." "And you think I might be the right guy?" He knew he was good looking. He'd never had any difficulty attracting beautiful women. He also knew he was an excellent lover, his recent dalliance with Marilyn not withstanding. "We wanted to check out the possibility." He smiled, aware she hadn't answered his question directly. "And who is the lucky girl who has such considerate friends." Brandi lowered her eyes, waiting for her friend to continue. "Well, that piece of information isn't ready for publication quite yet." "I see. So once you've made your selection, then you'll divulge the woman's identity. Is it safe to assume this woman is as lovely as her two friends?" Cass smiled. "It would be very safe to assume so." "Well, then if I'm considered a worthy candidate, I'd love to meet your friend, though certainly no more so than I love having met the two of you." He raised his glass in their direction. They sat in silence for a time before Jack asked if they'd care to stop by his new home and help him christen it with a bottle of champagne he had chilling in the refrigerator. He watched the two of them turn to face one another and somehow wordlessly decide they would. A quick taxi ride got them to his home, which was the penthouse of a very exclusive building with views toward the bay and downtown. They made small talk as the elevator rose to the eighth floor. He could tell from the expressions on their faces that they were impressed. It was one of those rare times when his money seemed worth having. More often than not the accoutrements of wealth held little interest for him, but it never hurt to impress a beautiful woman. To impress two beautiful women at the same time was especially nice. It was still warm enough that they took their fluted champagne glasses out onto the deck with its magnificent view of the sparkling city lights and the distant Bay Bridge with its necklace of lights. "Here's to your new home." Cass raised her glass and the three of them toasted one another. "And here's to new friendships." He offered his toast and once again they all drank. He'd left the two women alone while he opened the bottle of champagne and it was clear Cass had an announcement to make as she lifted her glass a third time. "And this toast is to a handsome man we'd like to introduce to our friend." Jack smiled and lifted his glass, pausing before taking a sip. "And who is the lucky girl?" "We both are!" Brandi blurted out the words before Cass could speak. Jack took a sip, but less in celebration than to give himself a moment before speaking. "Well, now, forgive me for being obtuse. I'm a pretty hip guy, but I've never been presented with quite so delicious a possibility as this. You're putting me on, right?" Cass smiled, her free hand sliding around her friend's waist and drawing their bodies close to one another. "Sweetheart, let's just say that you've died and gone to heaven. My lover and I have room for one more and we want it to be a man. Trust me, there's plenty to go around." Cass lowered her lips and kissed Brandi on the mouth, a deep, slow kiss that ended with a gasp. Four deepset eyes turned to meet his gaze. Jack had to agree, he'd died and this was heaven. He'd fantasized often about making love with two women, watching them go down on each other as he pleasured them one by one. But nothing in his dreams had come close to these two gorgeous women who appeared to be offering themselves to him. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 5 "I'm smart enough not to turn down a chance of a lifetime. My mom didn't have any stupid kids." Cass extended the hand holding the champagne glass toward him and he stepped into her waiting embrace. Their arms wrapped around one another as they drew close. A moment later he was kissing Cass and a moment after that he was kissing Brandi. The possibilities here were unlimited! Freaky, Busty, Bi-Femme wet, clean and ready wants to taste the same. D-cup a plus. All calls answered. Wild#8575 05/19 Freda walked down the sidewalk, her hips swinging freely from side to side. Her oversized breasts bounced within the cotton camisole meant to be worn beneath a blouse, but in the current style, worn with only baggy shorts and sandals. She was aware of the eyes following her and smiled. Despite her youth, she'd learned long ago the power she commanded because of her DD breasts. Skip and Todd followed her at some distance, the two teens laughing as they played their word games with one another. It hardly seemed fair to her that these wiry youths could indulge themselves together when she was still without the sweet young thing that would fill out their unholy foursome. Sure, she got plenty of attention from the two boys, attention she enjoyed immensely. But to lie at the side of their king sized bed with nothing to do but watch the two of them making out was less than fun. Ever since she'd first made love with another girl, she'd been waiting for her next adventure in the world of Sappho. Todd's cum was oozing out of her pussy and running down between her cheeks. She reached for a tissue from the small table next to the bed and noticed Skip still sitting in the chair he'd occupied, slowly stroking his long, hard cock, waiting for his turn. Freda wasn't certain whether he was going to give her the pleasure of that substantial organ, or to offer Todd the opportunity to soothe his ardor. Skip moved from the chair and settled his naked body on the edge of the bed, his free hand extending to take hold of Todd's diminished cock. Freda understood instantly that she was to become a spectator at the moment. Todd rolled onto his back, his hips lifting off the rumpled sheet as Skip lowered his mouth to the slick crown emerging from his closed fist. His tongue slithered out to lick the thick juice still oozing from Todd's organ. Then his full lips spread over the crown, his tongue extending along the underside of the shaft as it slid into his mouth. Freda had seen this scene before and knew Todd's cock would quickly respond to this sensuous caress of lips and tongue. When Skip's mouth lifted a moment later, she could see the organ she'd sucked so fervently just a short while before had in fact thickened. Then Skip was turning to lie on the bed, positioning his rigid organ in front of Todd's face. Instantly, her lover took the cock into his mouth and returned the sumptuous caress being given to him by his best friend. No matter how many times she saw these lovely young men going down on each other, it surprised her. She didn't have a judgment about two men doing each other. It was just something other people did, rather than things her friends did. Then she began hanging out with Todd, who soon became her lover. Skip came on the scene a short while later and things accelerated quickly. She was happy to share her body with both of them, so there was really no objection she could raise when the two of them began making out one night in their shared bed. It was just strange to watch guys sucking each other's cocks. Her mind began spinning back to her own experience with a lover of her gender. Billie was her cousin. They only saw each other a couple of times a year, though they enjoyed their visits so much they remained close despite the distance between their families' homes. Her cousin was wild! She was forever telling Freda about the boys she was hanging out with and the outrageous things Billie did with them. It was little wonder that Freda got turned on whenever they spent the night together in one or the other's beds. They had to whisper or the adults would come and tell them to go to sleep, which had been okay when they were eight and nine, but not when they were in their early teens and life offered such delicious possibilities. On the wondrous night of discovery Billie had been talking about making out with a guy in the backseat of his car. Freda knew Billie was not supposed to be seeing any guy old enough to have a car, so it was clear what she was hearing was to be treated as the most sacred secret. "You can't believe how exciting it was when he started running his hands under my sweater and began touching my breasts." Her cousin was well endowed in that department, even at thirteen. This was the first time her report had involved such tantalizing behavior. "And then he started taking my brassiere off. I almost freaked when he slid his hand around my back and began fumbling with the clasp. I probably would have stopped him but his other hand was teasing my breasts, the fingers, you know, playing with my nipples." Freda could feel the dampness between her thighs. Her own nipples were like tiny spikes beneath the long tee shirt she wore to bed. "Before I knew it he was licking my breasts. It was dark outside, but there was just enough light from the radio dial that I could see his lips and tongue on my nipple. I came on the spot!" They were lying so close that Freda could feel her cousin's breasts touching her own. Suddenly her mind spun Billie's words into an image of the boy kissing the very breasts touching her own, licking and sucking. Then it was her face bent over Billie's breasts, her lips and tongue working at the glistening nipple. She forced her mind back into the room, focusing her eyes on her cousin's pretty face. "You came just from having your breasts kissed?" The words blurted out. Billie slowly shook her head up and down. "Yeah, but it was more like he was licking my nipples. That really turned me on!" "I didn't know it could be like that." Freda's words were breathless with excitement. "Nobody's touched your breasts?" Billie seemed to lean closer as she whispered her question. "Not like that." Even before her sentence was complete Freda felt the fingers making contact with her side. She stared over at her cousin in the dim light, trying to read the expression in those deepset brown eyes. "Why don't you let me touch you." Her heart skipped a beat, her breathing suddenly stopping. The fingers were sliding higher. Freda didn't know what to say. More than anything she wanted to experience what Billie had described. But how could another girl touch her like that, kiss her like that. Before she could find an answer to her questions the fingers were pressing into the firmness of her breast. Their eyes held one another and the fingers spread over the tip, then down the slope of the full mound until the tip was pressed into the warm palm of Billie's hand. Freda sighed. The sound seemed to encourage her cousin because at that moment Billie began squeezing and lifting first one breast then the other. Freda could feel her excitement building, could sense the truth of Billie's description. Then the fingertips were twisting her nipple through the cotton and she couldn't contain the low moan that escaped her throat. "Yeah, like that." Billie eased closer, her fingers releasing Freda's heavy breast. But they hadn't left her body, they simply slid down her side until they reached the bottom of her tee shirt. As they reversed their journey, the fingers were now moving over bare flesh and Freda gasped. She hadn't expected this! But there was nothing in her that could stop that hand, could deny the feelings stirring between her thighs. Then the fingers were cupping her breast again in a most intimate caress. The fingertips on her nipples a moment later were excruciatingly wonderful. Freda was moaning non-stop now, her head turning on her pillow. Billie's body pressed closer and Freda felt a warm thigh slide over the top of her own. She couldn't help but spread her legs to accommodate the knee that began sliding up between her thighs. Billie's hips thrust toward her thigh as the knee wedged higher. The two girls were riding this wave of arousal, neither having any idea where this journey would lead them. Freda's hips lifted toward the knee, exquisitely aware of how the friction between their bodies was creating the most delicious sensations in her loins. Her orgasm shattered her. Despite the number of times she'd pleasured herself, nothing she'd experienced came close to this overwhelming release. As her body shuddered she instinctively reached out to pull her cousin's body tightly against her own. A moment later Billie's orgasm joined her own. The fell asleep in one another's arms. Needless to say, that experience changed their relationship dramatically. The second night of the visit they explored the delights of kissing, experimenting with all the secret things they'd heard about or experienced with the boys in their lives. With each visit they took another step along the path of Sappho, ultimately tasting every treat available to women of passion. In fact, despite Billie's departure for college across the country, they still kept in touch with one another. Freda could hardly wait for Christmas break when they might resume their exciting relationship. What Freda needed, however, was a hot woman who lived in the neighborhood and who might like to share nights of delight with Freda and her friends. Freda got back to the apartment about two o'clock in the morning with Todd holding her arm to help steady her. She'd had too much to drink, either that or they'd scored some bad grass. She was still lightheaded. Todd was making moves that suggested he was looking forward to spend some time together in her bed, but Freda needed a break. The door was unlocked which suggested Skip was already back from whatever party he'd gone to that night. She could smell the marijuana as she stepped into the apartment they shared and knew at least some form of party had been transferred to their rooms. The living room was dark but the door to the bedroom shared by Todd and Skip was illumined, the door ajar and soft music wafting from the cheap stereo they'd picked up at the flea market. Todd led her toward the music, one of his hands covering her round bottom, the other holding her arm against his side. Skip lay naked on the rumpled bed covers, his long, slender cock in the grip of a girl's mouth. The girl was completely naked too, her very voluptuous body sprawled next to Skips, her head bobbing up and down. Freda's eyes widened and suddenly she was awake. Her eyes scanned the girl's incredible body as her mind fantasized about what she would do if she were on that bed instead of Skip. Then she was aware of Todd's fingers drawing her hand across his body until she made contact with his naked erection. She glanced down and saw his huge cock sticking out the front of his jeans. She grasped his organ and began stroking the thick shaft, her eyes once again fixed to the girl's body, at the sumptuous breasts laying together to create an incedibly deep cleavage. Perhaps if she could get Todd on the bed with Skip the boys might want to play and leave her alone with this sexy beauty. To that end she released Todd's cock and began stripping. Her partner took the hint and began stripping as well. A moment later they joined the lovers on the queen size bed. The girl finally opened her eyes, lifting them to meet Freda's gaze. She was definitely stoned! "My name's Rebecca." "Hi, I'm Freda and this is Todd." But Todd was already preoccupied, his pursed lips falling to receive the saliva smeared cock still gripped by Rebecca's tiny fist. Freda saw the sweet young things eyes widen as this strange man's mouth moved lower and lower until the entire length of Skip's organ had disappeared. When her eyes finally lifted to meet Freda's gaze her shock was evident. "Boys will be boys. Perhaps we should make some room for them." Freda reached across the naked men and took Rebecca's hand as it lifted from the cock she'd been servicing only a few moments before. The two naked women struggled to their feet, Freda turning and leading her new acquaintence out of one bedroom and into another. To her delight, Rebecca did not object in the least as Freda leaned close and drew the girl's face close. Their lips touched, holding a simple kiss for a moment as Freda's fingers eagerly formed over one of those incredible breasts. They fell back on the bed, their lips finding one another again for a kiss that quickly deepened. Clearly this girl was an uninhibited lover, available to both men and women. Freda knew she'd died and gone to heaven. Walk the Wild Side Ch. 6 The fictional vignettes below were inspired from real life personal ads published in San Francisco Weekly in a section called Wild Side, Women Seeking Women. Except for slight modifications required to facilitate the storylines, the ads presented are as they appear in SFWeekly. If an original ad was placed by any reader of this service, I hope you won't be offended by where my imagination has taken your words. * * * * * Hot, Tanned, Exotic Hardbody! Sexy, feminine, attractive fitness model/body builder/adult entertainer ISO fit, hot feminine, frisky playmate for no strings passionate, erotic workout. Clean, safe, discreet. Call me Wild#9456 05/26 Brad sauntered toward her, his well muscled body glistening with oil. He wore only a loin cloth that did nothing to hide the heaviness of his aroused manhood. Greta danced slowly toward him, aware of the men in the audience whose hungry eyes were following her movements. She extended her hand, fingers spreading as they made contact with the well filled loin cloth, gripping Brad's erection as she stepped around behind him and pressed her naked body against his back. They turned toward the audience, giving them an unhindered view of her fingers massaging the young man's cock through the fabric. Then she was pulling the skimpy garment to one side, fingers searching into the material before releasing the rigid member. Both of her arms were around his slender torso, fingers of one hand now stroking the substantial cock while her other hand cradled his scrotum. She'd been an erotic dancer long enough that she recalled the days when such intimate contact was completely out of the question. Today no holds were barred! Fortunately, she was enough of an exhibitionist that she was more than willing to go all the way on stage. In fact, she looked forward to it! If truth be known, the only time she fucked a man at this point in her life was when she was on stage. She coiled her body around Brad's, leaning over until her lips spread atop the bulging crown of the cock clutched in her fist. She slithered around his body, slowly dropping to her knees as he turned to face her. They were in profile with the audience now, two professionals who knew exactly what the panting men seated in the darkened room wanted to see. Her tongue extended along the underside of the throbbing organ, her lips spread as her mouth slowly descended. She felt Brad's fingers in her hair gently guiding the movements of her lips and tongue as she pleasured him. She tilted her head back, lips formed at the tip as her tongue swirled around the sensitive rim. Then she withdrew, slowly unfolding herself before standing and with great deliberation turning to offer this stud her round bottom. Greta could hear the ragged breathing of men in the audience, men who would love to join her on the stage so they could slide their rigid cocks into her waiting body. Just then she felt the lips on her bottom, the tongue slithering through the crevice between her cheeks, easing past her ass and penetrating her moist pussy. She reached back to spread her cheeks, her knees locked as she leaned toward the marauding mouth. Her groans filled the room. She stared into the darkened room, only barely able to make out the faces beyond the bright stage lights. She lasciviously ran her tongue around her lips in a parody of excitement, suggesting to the men staring at her that she would be more than willing to take their stiff cocks in her mouth if only they were standing in front of her naked body. Her fingers cupped her heavy breasts as they hung beneath her torso. Brad's mouth had disappeared and she knew his cock would arrive shortly. No matter how many times she did this on stage, it never ceased to excite her to feel the man's cock enter her wet pussy. She wailed as the thick member pressed between the puffy lips of her pussy and without hesitation slid to the bottom of her cunt. Brad was obviously hot for this moment as well, because he began fucking her with abandon. Firm thighs slapped against the back of her buttocks. Fingers slid around her torso and cupped her tits. She leaned back, giving herself completely to the fucking. She could hear groaning in the audience, which only added to her ardor. Their bodies were dripping sweat as they heaved themselves against one another. Then they stopped and Greta knew it was time for the next scene. Brad's cock slid from her pussy and he stepped to one side as she turned her exposed genitals toward the audience, displaying her aroused clitoris and the parted lips of her pussy. She dropped to her knees and slowly turned onto her back, legs still spread wide. It was as though she were offered herself to the entire audience. At the same time Brad lowered to his knees, leaning closer as he guided his glistening cock to Greta's waiting lips. She hungrily sucked him in, aware she was tasting juices from her own pussy. After a long, deep kiss, her stage lover withdrew and with a minimum of effort positioned himself between her thighs and once again penetrated her with that monstrous cock. Quickly they found the rhythm of fucking once again. They rolled from side to side, first Brad, then Greta on top, all the while offering the audience an unhindered view of cock sliding in and out of pussy. Greta was getting so close to cumming, her hips shuddering above Brad's. She squeezed his arm, meeting his gaze when his eyes opened at last. The intensity of his gaze told her he was close as well. They threw themselves at one another, moans rising. She came first, a wail filling the darkened room. A moment later Brad pulled her torso toward him, allowing his cock to slide free just as his ejaculation erupted, spewing thick juice across her buttocks and onto her back. She turned quickly and pressed her lips over the still surging cock to capture the final cum. The room was silent apart from the heavy breathing. Another successful performance! Greta closed the door to her apartment. It was almost four in the morning by the time she'd showered, dressed and stopped for a bite to eat. She was ready for bed but decided to check her voice mail box to see if anyone interesting answered her ad. It had been wonderfully satisfying to fuck Brad, but she ached for a woman's body in her arms. "Hi, my name is Lonnie. Hope you'll give me a call. I'm envisioning long nights in bed together and I don't mean sleeping. You won't regret meeting me." She ended with her telephone number. Greta smiled to herself. Lonnie was obviously a very self assured young woman. She'd call her in the morning. She reached behind herself to tie a knot that held the exotic sarong top in place. The shimmering silk clung to her remarkably full breasts and left her midriff bare. Spandex pedal pushers held tight to every curve of her round bottom and slender thighs, as well as the prominent mound between them. She was pulling out all the stops for this one. After talking with Lonnie on the phone she was looking forward at least to a hot evening on the town and even hotter night in bed. Summer Fling? Beautiful, voluptuous, playful sexy, talented WF, 5'7" ISO handsome, well-endowed gentleman for devilishly wild times. No strings, just fun! Wild#9444 05/26 Shelley was shocked at the response to her advertisement. She was visiting San Francisco for the summer before buckling down to some serious studies in the autumn when she returned to Rutherford College to begin her junior year. There was no doubt she'd burned the candle at both ends the preceding year, usually spending her time in partying with her friends rather than with the books. Her parents sent her to stay with her mother's younger sister with the clear intention of getting her away from Lisa and Jessica, her partners in crime. They didn't know about Rob, which was so much the better for all concerned. He'd been understanding about her leaving for the summer. His only comment was her departure meant he could actually get some work done during what was the busy construction season for his architectural practice. Della was much hipper than her sister and brother, though she probably would not have approved of the precise wording Shelley had chosen for her personals' ad. Even Shelley regretted her daring as she listened to the recorded messages in her voice mail. She decided to wait until she received the requested photo before responding to any of the men who'd called. Some guys were downright obscene in the suggestions, though no doubt she'd indulged in most of the suggested activities with her college women friends. The photos began coming in and again she was shocked by how perverse some of the men were, sending her photos of themselves naked with erections big and small. She quickly discarded these and sorted through the others, taking time to scan the photos and read the attached notes. There were a number of very presentable young men who were offering their attention for the summer months. No doubt her "no strings attached" offer of "devilishly wild times" had peaked more than their fancy. "So have you met anyone yet?" Shelley shielded her eyes against the sun as she gazed up at her aunt. She'd been sun bathing on the deck which extended the length of Della's flat, unaware of her aunt's return from what was likely a shopping excursion. Della was disgustingly wealthy following her unhappy marriage to a very successful businessman. With money and beauty she had it all in Shelley's mind. "I've met a couple of guys, but no one I'm interested in seeing again." "San Francisco is not the greatest place in the world for finding a man, at least not if you're a woman. There are probably more gorgeous men in this city than anywhere else in the country, but they're all gay." Shelley shook her head in agreement. Della stepped closer to the chaise lounge and out of the direct sun. Shelley could see her aunt better now. "So how do you meet men?" Her aunt laughed, turning to pull up a chair into which she settled, crossing her legs as she did so. The move caused her short skirt to slide along her nylon covered thighs. Her legs were great. Shelley had always looked up to her aunt, who seemed both sophisticated and sexy to a young girl. "Well, I guess if you can't beat em, you can always join em." Shelley heard the words, but they didn't make any sense to her. Her expression spurred her aunt to continue. "You're mother didn't tell you I guess." "Tell me what?" Her aunt's eyes lowered for a moment, then lifted to meet her gaze again. "I'm sampling the other half of the population." Suddenly it was all clear and Shelley couldn't contain her laughter as she recalled her own seduction at the hands of her friend Lisa and the subsequent months of debauchery with Lisa and Jessica at the sorority house. "I'm sorry Del, it's not funny. I mean, it is funny, but not about you. I mean, oh my God!" "Sweetheart, what is it?" Della leaned over and took her hand. Shelley was suddenly very aware of being practically naked in the skimpy bikini that revealed so much more of her body than it concealed. Her nipples were hard beneath the tiny triangles of thin nylon which covered only the center of the two lush mounds. She hesitantly raised her eyes. "I had a fling with a woman at school last year." Juices began flowing between her loins at the mention of Lisa. If she were honest this conversation with her gorgeous aunt was contributing to her arousal. "Really." Shelley's gaze fell to the open top of Della's blouse, to the deep cleavage visible there. Then she glanced away as she tried to calm her feelings. The energy between the two women was charged with electricity as they went through the motions of living their lives. Shelley walked at the Marina, checking her voice mail box to listen to responses to her ad. Della puttered in the huge pots filled with flowers on the deck, or worked at the desk on bills and her investment portfolio. They would run into each other, occasionally sharing meals, their conversations stilted. Shelley kept thinking about her mother, so prim and proper in her role as wife of a wealthy man. What would she think if she knew her daughter had the hots for her very own sister? Then one afternoon Shelley stepped out of the guest bathroom into the dimly lit hall and walked smack into her aunt. Della grabbed her arms to keep her from falling and suddenly they were in one another's embrace, heavy breasts pressing together, warm thighs touching. It seemed so natural to slip her arms around her aunt's body and hold her close. Their eyes locked, holding one another for what seemed an eternity. Shelley never knew who made the first move, but a moment later their lips touched in the gentlest of kisses. Della moaned and the kiss suddenly altered, lips softening, then parting as tongues slid out to meet. Shelley's hand slid down to cup her aunt's round bottom, pulling their loins tightly together. Her many hours of lovemaking with Jessica and Lisa had prepared her for this wonderful seduction. Their lips finally parted and the two women who'd known each other for all of Shelley's life peered into one another's eyes. They'd entered a new world of intense passion that neither had guessed could exist between the two of them. "Are you okay sweetheart." "Oh god, Del. I want you so much." Shelley leaned closer to kiss her aunt again but Della leaned back. "I want you as much as you want me, but we have to be very clear about what we're doing." Shelley stepped back, her breathing ragged from their intense meeting. "I know what I'm doing Del." "But what about your mom." Shelley's eyes moved from her aunts face to peer down at the lovely breasts held by the delicate cups of the bikini she wore beneath the oversized silk blouse. "My mother doesn't have to know anything about this." Della reached out to lift Shelley's face and once again capture her gaze. "That's fine with me. We'll just keep it between the two of us. We can call it our summer fling." Della smiled and once again drew her niece into her embrace. Their lips melted together. Della rode between her parted thighs, that obscene dildo sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Shelley gazed up at her aunt's beautiful face so contorted with passion. Her hands cupped Della's heavy breasts, fingers tweaking erect nipples. She'd already cum once from the delicious kiss her aunt had bestowed between her legs. And now she was being fucked by a woman for the first time. There was something obscene about feeling both a cock in her pussy at the same time a woman's breasts rubbed against her own. It was surely something she wanted to experience again and again! Walk the Wild Side Her tank top was stretched across her chest above her naked breasts. Ginger's mouth was affixed to one nipple and she was using her tongue to drive Lisa wild. Of course, the fingers between her thighs were helping too. Ginger had literally attacked her the minute they got into the car parked in the dimly lighted parking lot behind the club. There were many other people in the lot and it was clear to Lisa that the patrons used their parked cars to play out the lust stirred by the scene inside. Lisa rode with the moment, responding to Ginger's passionate kiss, allowing her hands to cruise over her lover's magnificent breasts, to slide down the woman's flat belly to feel the mound between her slender thighs. Visions of her many nights with Carly slid through her mind. This was the sort of passion she had been missing. Suddenly she was aware of a face at the window and glanced in that direction. A young woman's eyes met hers. A smile crossed the woman's face and she slid her tongue across the fullness of her lower lip. Lisa wanted to protest, but Ginger's finger was sliding into her pussy and no words of any kind could rise from her throat. There was only a groan as her hips jerked off the car seat. Her eyes met the woman's once again. She winked at Lisa who could only close her eyes. Her breasts were naked and now her pants were down to her thighs. Fingers were stroking her genitals, the longest sliding in and out of her pussy. Then lips were on hers and she lost herself in the mouth and tongue hovering above her. The orgasm ripped through her body and she screamed into the open mouth, around the tongue sliding against her own. Lisa climbed into bed exhausted. Ginger had rung every ounce of energy from her body. After that first orgasm they'd driven to Ginger's penthouse apartment and quickly stripped off their clothes before tumbling into the king sized bed in the middle of a huge room Lisa assumed was the bedroom. In fact it was the living room, or as Ginger described it, the play room. Not very many people were invited to Ginger's home, but those who did were treated to a loving unlike any they'd been likely to experience before in their lives, whether they were men or women. Lisa and Ginger made use of every square inch of the satin covered bed as they hungrily devoured one another's perfect bodies. Lisa lost track of how many times she came but she knew she gave as good as she got. Ginger lamented her decision to leave and begged her to promise they would see each other soon. Lisa only wanted to get home and sleep. Kelly is Ready for Another Step It was a week before Lisa was ready to entertain anyone. Kelly came a little after eight o'clock. She was dressed to kill in a low-cut silk dress, high heels and silk stockings, her hair piled on her head, her face perfectly made-up. What a contrast with Ginger, Lisa mused as she poured her guest a glass of white wine. She handed it to Kelly, her eyes quickly scanning the deep cleavage and lush curves of the woman's breasts. She sat next to Kelly on the sofa, turning until her knee made contact with the other woman's warm thigh. They talked. They laughed. They had a second glass of wine. Lisa knew this was the beginning of hopefully more. She was surprised to find herself ready again after that intense bout with Ginger. Here she felt more like she would be the one taking the initiative. She liked the idea. "So tell me about that infamous kiss. What was the girl's name?" Lisa leaned closer. Her knees were tucked under her now, her skirt having slid up to the lace tops of her nylons. She gazed openly at Kelly's breasts, then returned to her new friend's eyes. "Her name was Leslie Cabot. She was such a showoff. She told me about all the things she'd done with boys, you know." "You mean about how they used to touch her breasts?" As Lisa spoke she extended her fingers until the tips grazed the nipple of Kelly's breast, then spread to cover the heavy mound. Kelly's eyes opened wide and peered down at the fingers and then back up at Lisa. Lisa smiled. "Go on." "Yes, about how it felt to have fingers touching her there, teasing her nipples." Lisa knew her friend was speaking about the present, about Lisa's fingers caressing her breast at that very moment. Lisa moved her hand across to the other breast, lavishing the same lush caress. Her other hand slid around Kelly's shoulder and she leaned closer, bringing her own breast into contact with Kelly's arm. "But what about the kissing." Lisa leaned toward her and gently pressed her moist lips to Kelly's cheek. "Tell me about the kissing, about the French kissing." Kelly groaned. There was a long moment of silence before she spoke. "Before she could tell me about the kiss, Leslie and I were kissing." Kelly turned toward Lisa, the move bringing her lips to within inches of Lisa's mouth. Lisa accepted the invitation, pressing her lips to Kelly's mouth. For a moment they simply held the contact, but the sexual juices already stirred by Lisa's caressing fingers would not permit them to stop there for long. Lips softened, moved, then parted as the women gave themselves to the kiss. This was no longer a tease, a demonstration, this was the real thing. Two aroused women kissing deeply, tongues dancing between open mouths. Their bodies moved on the sofa until they were holding one another, breasts pressed together, arms wrapped around each other's torso. The kiss went on and on, moans rising in Kelly's throat. Lisa reached behind her lover's back and unzipped her dress, then reached up and pulled the garment over Kelly's shoulders and down her arms. Those beautiful breasts came into view, each mound cradled in a daringly low-cut, lace trimmed cup. Her fingers slid into one of the cups and lifted out a firm breast, quickly finding the erect nipple and teasing it as her tongue slid deeper into Kelly's open mouth. Kelly suddenly pulled her mouth away. Lisa saw the fear in her friend's eyes and withdrew her fingers from that lovely breast. "Are you okay?" Their eyes held one another for a moment before Kelly was able to speak. "I'm sorry. I just got so excited I thought I as about to explode. It was scary." Lisa lifted her fingers to the side of Kelly's face and lightly caressed her soft skin. Neither woman spoke and after a moment a smile slowly formed on Kelly's moist lips. "Wow! This is even better than I remember." Kelly leaned forward and kissed Lisa on the lips. Lisa withdrew after a brief kiss. "We don't have to rush this. There's plenty of time." She pulled Kelly close to her, marveling at the difference between this encounter and her evening with Ginger. If truth be told, she liked them both, but this seemed very special to her. This was learning to make love to another woman, a real first encounter. It was worth going slowly. They restored Kelly's clothing and shared a few more kisses, though they both seemed willing to cool down the temperature between them. They each spoke some more about the early experiences that had led to their fascination with loving other women. By the time Kelly was prepared to leave they'd promised one another to continue the tantalizing exploration begun with their two meetings. To slow down the pace a bit they decided to go to a movie together the following week and stay in touch with each other by telephone until then. They kissed warmly at the door, their bodies once more pressed together with promise of things to follow. Carly Reappears in Lisa's Life Bi WF Sensual Goddess! Cultured, worldly, traveled, educated, very beautiful, curvaceous brunette, 42, seeks feminine angel, BiF, similar traits, open minded, sensual, for "cerebral" Kamasutra! Pluses: into Eastern spirituality? Hinduism? Buddhism? Tantra? Wild#28576 07/22 Lisa had forgotten she'd answered this ad. The first time she came across it she dismissed it because of the woman's age. The second time she stopped to consider how old Carly would be and realized she could be around this age. That made her wonder what Carly would look like now. She sent off a letter and for the first time didn't ask for an exchange of photos, simply leaving her telephone number. The voice on her answering machine seemed vaguely familiar, though the accent was unlike any she knew. The woman, who didn't give her name, said she would be dining the next evening at a fashionable outdoor restaurant near the university. If Lisa came by around nine o'clock she could join the woman for coffee and dessert. Lisa would recognize her by the white gardenia she'd be wearing over her right ear. She would be alone. Lisa realized the woman was giving her a discreet means of canceling their meeting if she found the woman to be less than she hoped for. Lisa was intrigued. A cultured, worldly traveled, educated woman into Eastern spirituality, who was also very beautiful and curvaceous. Once again she marveled at the number of exquisite women seeking the love of another woman. She felt overwhelmed by the possibilities, especially after her interludes with the powerhouse Ginger and the demur Kelly. What would this woman have to offer? She decided to find out, despite her busy schedule. Lisa dressed with great attention to detail. She knew from past experience with this restaurant, as well as the woman's ad, that she would dress elegantly. She chose a high necked sleeveless silk sheath that was just tight enough to show off her rich curves without making her look like a high class prostitute. She piled her long hair on her head, put on diamonds she seldom wore, slipped on long gloves and departed. The valet took her car and she walked around the side of the building through a passageway toward the patio overlooking the river running behind the campus. It was a favorite spot among senior faculty and administrators as well as the more affluent parents coming to visit sons and daughters enrolled at the prestigious university. At the corner of the patio she gazed over the patrons, surprised to find the patio filled at this hour on a Thursday evening. Then she saw a white gardenia, though from this angle she was gazing at the back of the woman's head. Her rich, dark hair was pulled back on the right side to show off the delicate flower, whose placement in some cultures would announce her availability. Lisa stepped between tables and began a meandering journey toward the woman. A number of patrons glanced at her as she passed and a waiter near the French doors leading to the main restaurant seemed to be following her progress. The woman's bare shoulders were visible now, deeply tanned against the white dress she wore. Lisa stepped around to the side, turning as she did so to peer down at this potential playmate. As the woman's eyes lifted to meet her's, Lisa gasped. Their eyes met and the shock of recognition jolted them both. Neither could find words for what seemed like an eternity but was probably no more than a couple of seconds. Then Lisa blurted out the word. "Carly, oh my god!" The older woman rose from her chair, nearly pushing it over as she stepped into the younger woman's embrace. They held one another, both women crying, sputtering greetings. Then they leaned back, arms still holding the other's waist, breasts just barely touching, eyes fixing on one another. "I can't believe this!" A broad smile crossed Carly's beautiful face. Except for slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes she looked exactly the same. Even the lush breasts offered on display in the low-cut dress she wore looked the same to Lisa. "Please, sweetheart, sit down." Her lilting voice, calling her sweetheart. It was like the years melted between them. The waiter arrived to pull back her chair and she literally collapsed into it. Her knees were weak, her mind spinning. Carly reached out and took her fingers. She leaned close before speaking. "You're grown even more beautiful than I dreamed was possible. You are exquisite!" She squeezed Lisa's fingers. Lisa smiled. So much love she'd received from this woman. So many compliments. She suddenly felt like that little girl again, tongue-tied before this woman's beauty and elegance. "And you've come back to me." Lisa felt the juices between her thighs erupt at those words, which were pregnant with meaning. She had come back to this woman, fully knowing the invitation in the advertisement was for a lover, a feminine, bisexual lover. What she had longed for, her first lover was longing for as well. Was it fate that brought them together? It certainly seemed to be the case. "There is so much to say to one another and this is hardly the place to say it. Would you come to my place?" Those dark deep-set eyes bore into her soul and Lisa was once again totally mesmerized. She merely shook her head yes. Carly's "place" was an elegant townhouse near the university in what was probably the finest neighborhood in the entire metropolitan area. Lisa had thought of buying a home there after her father's death and her inheritance. Her mother had divorced her father when Lisa left home for college, moving to Paris and living on the generous settlement he'd made with her. It had shocked Lisa to learn how wealthy her father had become through his long years of hard work in investment banking. When the attorney read her father's will in that wood paneled, leather filled conference room, she almost fainted. She was suddenly a very wealthy young woman who would never need to work if she chose not to. From the appearance of this beautiful home, it seemed Carly had done quite well for herself too. "Please have a seat." Carly had led her to the leather sofa. As she settled she was aware of the older woman moving across the room. She looked up to follow her dear friend's progress, slender hips swinging gently, perfect legs striding confidently, lush, curly hair bouncing. "I'm having a glass wine. Care to join me?" "Yes please." She watched Carly return, noting once again the fullness of her breasts, the perfection of her face, those deep-set eyes peering toward her. Carly leaned down to offer the glass, giving Lisa a wonderfully exciting view of her overflowing dress. She rose slowly, her eyes fixed on Lisa. "I think it would be a good idea if we turned down the sexual heat for a while, so we can catch up with one another. Okay?" There was a smirk on Carly's face. She had read Lisa's state of arousal perfectly. "Okay." Carly completed her graduate program in England, then married a very wealthy young man with a minor title. The money became a gateway for Carly into a world unknown to her before. She met refined people who appreciated not only her beauty but her substance. After a few years, however, she began to chafe at the profound limitations of her marriage to a man whose surface refinement covered a rather boorish manner she found offensive to say the least. He also had quite a fixation on young boys, which harkened back to his boarding school experience. They soon made an arrangement which seemed to suit them both. She spent his money and pursued her interests while he pursued the boys of the region who accepted his generosity in exchange for their nubile young bodies. "I began spending more time on the continent. And it was there I ran into your mother." Lisa's eyes widened. She exchanged letters with her mother and visited with her on a couple of occasions, but this was the first time she'd heard anything about Carly visiting as well. Her expression no doubt conveyed her confusion. "I know, I know. Your mother didn't tell you did she?" "No, she didn't." Carly reached over and picked up her hand before continuing. The move was anything but reassuring at that moment. "You never knew about your mother and me, I mean how we met." "I do so know how you met. You were a student in her class." Carly smiled indulgently, reading the rising anger in Lisa's tone. "Well, it wasn't quite like that I'm afraid." There was a pregnant pause before she resumed. "You see I was a model for one of her life drawing classes. I responded to an advertisement and she hired me." Lisa puzzled over this information, which made no sense in the context of what her mother had told her before. "Then things got complicated." Again a pause, again Lisa's heart moved up into her throat. "You see, you're mother and I became lovers." Lisa's eyes widened in disbelief. This was impossible! "No way! You've got to be kidding me." Lisa pulled her fingers from Carly's hand. "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's true. We'd stopped by the time I came to stay at the lake, but we were lovers for nearly two years before that. In fact, you're mother was the person who introduced me to the beauties of loving another woman." "But my father, she was married to my father." Lisa's mind was spinning with this tale being told by someone whom she'd always trusted. "Your mother and father loved one another deeply, that's true, but he was so involved in his work. Your mother became desperate for affection. She eventually found it with other women, women who wouldn't threaten her marriage. When your father finally found out, years later, your mother acceded to his demand for a divorce and moved to Paris. She was having an affair with another student at that time, another model who gave her virginity to your remarkably beautiful, seductive mother." Lisa's mind was moving a thousand miles an hour. Memories, conversations, fights, telephone messages, a million pieces of information swirling through her awareness. It was possible, what Carly was describing was possible. But that summer, that wonderful summer? "But my mother wouldn't have left you alone with me if she thought you might...?" Her mind stopped. Carly gazed at her, a warm smile crossing her full lips. "You're mother knew we were lovers sweetheart. At first she thought it was fine, that the beauty she'd found in loving other women was something you should know about. But then she became jealous of us. She could see how close we'd become, how you were blossoming into beautiful young womanhood. She was afraid I would take you from her. She arranged for my fellowship and demanded that I leave. She threatened to report me to the police if I continued to be your lover." Lisa closed her eyes, tears welling up then pouring out, down her cheeks. "I'm sorry my love. I couldn't tell you the truth. Perhaps I shouldn't be speaking about those things now either. Your mother meant well. You were a very young girl, no matter how grown up you seemed to be. She was right. If I had stayed I couldn't have kept myself away from you. I would have been tempted and so would you. Then I ran into your mother in Paris. To both of our surprise, I think, we became lovers once again. I would visit Paris a couple of times a month, each time spending those days with your mother. It was wonderful, except for one thing. Every time I made love with her I thought about you. I wondered what had become of you, what you looked like, whether you'd married. I discreetly inquired of your mother what you were doing but she was wise to me and kept the subject closed. Then during one visit I saw a letter from you on the piano and when your mother left the room to get a coat before we departed for dinner I memorized your address." Carly told about her divorce, the generous settlement her husband had given her, no doubt mindful of her knowledge about his pedophilia. She spent the spring in Paris, finding quickly that without frequent separations, her relationship with Lisa's mother was not sustainable. They shared a loving farewell and Carly began what turned out to be a twelve month journey around the world, which included an extended stay in India. She'd kept Lisa's address with her and at one point in her journey decided she must try to find Lisa again. By the time she arrived here, Lisa had moved and the forwarding address had expired. Carly assumed she had remained in the area and began making inquiries. Then she placed her advertisement, praying the message would find the right eyes, the eyes at that moment peering toward her. Walk the Wild Side "So you see, I've never forgotten you. I simply couldn't betray your mother's wishes, at least not until now. Of course, I doubt your mother would be disturbed about our finding one another at this time in your life. You're a woman now, a beautiful, independent woman who from what I understand is extremely wealthy as well. That's my story." Lisa was resting against the back of the sofa. The starch had left her spine long ago and she'd simply collapsed into the cushion. Carly's story sounded like a soap opera melodrama, yet something told her it was true. But what could she make of it all? This woman, who had taught her the joys of loving a woman was also her mother's lover. To learn that her mother was bisexual was a shock, but would she be able to share a woman with her own mother, even this beautiful, desirable woman? Then she thought about her last few weeks of exploration with other women, with wild, spontaneous Ginger, and sweet, passionate Kelly. Who was she to say anything about her mother or Carly's past? She gazed up at the beautiful face of the woman next to her, the dark eyes searching her's. She reached over and took Carly's hand. "This is a bit much to digest in one evening. I hope you'll understand if I need some time to be with it?" Carly smiled and squeezed Lisa's fingers. "I love you sweetheart. I want only that you should take care of yourself in the best way you know how. I took a risk in coming here and I have no expectation things will work out as I wish. But you must know how much I wish for our coming together again. It is for you to decide both whether and when that happens." Kelly Succumbs at Last Lisa was glad she had a date to go with Kelly to the movies. More than anything she needed to get her mind off Carly and her mother. Lisa put on jeans and a sweater, brushing her hair back from her face before leaving. They planned to meet at the theater. Kelly was standing near the ticket booth. Lisa noticed the women waiting in line. She'd expected this film would draw an assortment of lesbians and she was right. Most were butch, but there were a few femmes leaning into the leather jacketed arms of their butch girlfriends. She waved toward Kelly who walked to where she stood at the end of the line. Lisa felt suddenly daring and slid her arm around Kelly's waist, gently pulling her curvaceous body close. Kelly was wearing a skirt and blouse. The thought crossed her mind that someone might think she was the butch partner in their relationship, though with her beautiful face and knockout figure it was doubtful. The idea was intriguing for a moment though. The theater was crowded for this late showing. They found seats to one side and near the back. Lisa didn't mind, she just wanted the movie to begin so she could lose herself. The film was reputed to have pretty steamy lesbian lovemaking, which was what drew all these women to the theater. Kelly had suggested it and Lisa agreed without hesitation. Now they sat close to one another, their entwined hands resting in Kelly's lap. The theater dimmed and the movie began. The sexual energy between the two women characters was palpable from the first scene in the elevator. Jennifer Tilley's incredible body would have excited any lesbian. You could tell where the story line was leading, that eventually these two women were going to get together. Lisa moved closer to Kelly, allowing her arm to rest against the other woman's breast as she pressed their hands down between Kelly's firm, warm thighs. The scene on the screen was heating up. The two women were seated on the sofa and Jennifer was talking about how hot she was, how wet she was. When she reached for the other woman's hand and slid it beneath her skirt you could feel the tension in the theater. Lisa could also feel Kelly's thighs falling open. She released her friend's hand and turned her fingers to slide between the open thighs, cupping the prominent mound above her genitals. The woman on the screen was obviously finger fucking Jennifer. Moans from the screen mixed with Kelly's low groan. Her hips lifted off the seat. Lisa slid her hand down to the bottom of Kelly's skirt and then up along her nylon covered thigh, quickly past the nylons, over the warm flesh until she was touching silk panties covering moist genitals. The two women on the screen had separated when Jennifer's boyfriend arrived. But Lisa's fingers stayed where they were, the tips pulling the silk to one side until only tender flesh lay beneath them. Glancing over Lisa saw the couple on the other side of Kelly were making out as well. No one cared it they diddled each other during this film. Shortly after Jennifer and her lover were naked in bed. Jennifer was obviously fingering her partner, whose beautiful body glistened with sweat. They were both writhing together, lips locked in a deep kiss. It was the most realistic kiss Lisa had ever seen between two women, at least on the screen. She slid her finger between the folds of flesh and over Kelly's aroused clitoris. The quick intake of breath made her release the contact. No way did she want Kelly screaming in the theater. The movie calmed down, focusing on the non-sexual themes. Lisa withdrew her fingers, casually pulling Kelly's skirt down. On impulse she leaned over and kissed Kelly on the mouth. The response was instant and predictable. This young woman was obviously ripe for some real loving. Lisa knew she needed that as well. She needed to get the image of Carly's body out of her mind so she could think about all she'd learned. The thick carpet was soft against her bare bottom. Kelly's legs spread wide in front of her, silk panties pushed to one side. Lisa leaned closer, pressing her lips to the moist folds of tender flesh, her eyes gazing past Kelly's bare breasts to the hazel eyes staring down at her in shock and excitement. Her tongue tasted the salty flesh, then worked between the folds to find Kelly's erect clitoris. The woman groaned loudly when she found it. "Oh god, oh god. Please! Please!" Lisa honored her request. Before the evening was over they'd arrived fully naked in Kelly's bed, their lush bodies writhing together as they slowly kissed each other from head to toe. Kelly was surprisingly adventurous now that the ice had been broken, even thrusting the spread cheeks of her round bottom toward Lisa's probing tongue at one particularly passionate moment. Ginger had taught her about this delightful treat and Lisa was pleased to be able to pass the wisdom along to Kelly, whose perfect ass drove her wild. The next morning they were at it again, neither woman prepared to let go of the other's luscious body. Eating Kelly's sweet pussy again was the best breakfast Lisa had ever known. A New and Exciting Conquest Gorgeous Executive 30's, tired of being in charge, seeks very attractive, assertive, fit playmate, 20's-30's to just "do me" during discrete dalliances. Strap-on, imagination a plus. Wild#7415 07/22 The ad was still there. Kelly had a dildo in the drawer next to her bed and had hesitantly taken it out that morning. It was a hand held job but looked remarkably realistic. They played with it, teasing one another. Kelly begged her to use it on her. As much as Lisa preferred to use her lips and tongue to tease and taste her partner's genitals, she indulged her lover. She discovered it was a powerful experience fucking another woman with a dildo, even one held in her hand. What would it be like to strap one on, to walk up to a gorgeous executive and do her? Lisa knew of a store called Good Vibrations. Certainly she'd find what she was looking for there. "My name is Jessica. You know what I want. Will you give it to me? I need it, but only from a gorgeous, fit playmate like me. Are you the one? Give me a call." Lisa waited for the click, her heart pounding in her chest. The voice was surprisingly sultry. She could almost taste the woman from listening to her voice. She took a deep breath and spoke. "I'm wearing it right now. I'm waiting for you Jessica. I might let you lick my huge breasts before I do you. I might even let you lick my long, thick cock. Call me..." Lisa was surprised when Jessica suggested they meet at her office. Of course, she'd suggested a meeting at seven o'clock in the evening, which meant her co-workers would already be gone. Lisa decided to play the seduction out from the beginning. She carefully selected her outfit, fully expecting Jessica to be shocked by her daring. The guard at the first floor lobby gave her a quick once over as she stood in front of his desk while he called upstairs. Then he waved her toward the bank of elevators. Lisa could feel his eyes following her. The click of her heels on the marble floor echoed through the quiet space. Lisa allowed her hips to swing seductively from side to side. The elevator opened onto an elegant room which served exclusively for the company Jessica apparently ran. Lisa walked across an oriental carpet into the reception area. The room was unoccupied but a door at the back was open. She walked toward it and found herself in a long corridor. Instinctively she moved toward the far end. Through the door open she could see an expanse of window through which other downtown skyscrapers were visible in the evening light . It looked like an executive's suite to Lisa. As she came nearer she heard that sultry voice call her name. She stepped through the door and paused. Jessica was leaning against the front of a huge walnut desk. She was dressed in a conservative blue pinstripe suit but it looked anything but conservative on her. The skirt was short, showing off gorgeous legs in silk stockings and spiked high heels. The jacket of the suit was open over a silk blouse whose buttons were undone to the edge of her overflowing brassiere. As advertised, Jessica was gorgeous. This was an executive definitely worth fucking! Lisa reached to her side and untied the large scarf wrapped around her waist and covering the front of the designer jeans she was wearing. She dropped the scarf to the floor and began moving slowly toward Jessica. She could see the woman's eyes move down to her breasts which literally filled the tight sleeveless tee shirt she wore. Then they moved lower, suddenly widening when they discovered Lisa's surprise. The bulging form of the dildo she wore was outlined clearly in the faded denim hugging her loins. Lisa had wanted to feel what it was like to be a man, to be aroused and for the arousal to be visible to the woman about to be ravaged. The dildo she'd purchased was incredibly life like, a thick, healthy looking eight inch organ flexible enough to fit in her jeans and rigid enough to penetrate any woman's pussy or ass. Lisa was prepared for either. "Oh my god." Jessica's words were breathless, her eyes riveted to the front of Lisa's jeans. Lisa stepped up to Jessica without saying a word. Her right hand reached forward, fingers pressing into the elegant wool skirt to cup the mound between this luscious woman's thighs. At the same time she kissed the shocked woman on the mouth. Lisa was not surprised by Jessica's instant, passionate response. They kissed deeply, Jessica's hands clutching her arms as they rocked closer to one another. Then Jessica pulled away, gasping. "I've got to lock the door." Lisa smiled and stepped to one side. She gazed after the other woman as she walked across the office, her hips swinging, her legs so gorgeous. When she returned she stripped off her jacket, tossing it on a chair next to the desk. Lisa's eyes caressed those lovely breasts as Jessica once again stepped to her side. This time it was her hands on Lisa's body. She gazed down at the long slender fingers spreading over her breasts. "You're really something!" Jessica leaned down and pressed her face against the fullness of Lisa's breasts. One hand had slid down, clutching the cock that filled her jeans, before sliding lower to ease between Lisa's thighs. Then they were kissing again and Lisa's fingers found Jessica's breasts through the shimmering silk. Both women were heating up quickly. Jessica's bottom was against the desk. On impulse Lisa pressed her over until she fell back onto the bare surface. Her legs swung up, parting the instant Lisa's hand slid beneath her skirt. Stepping between those long legs she used both hands to lift the skirt over the tops of the silk stockings, past the garter belt until the woman's silk panties were fully exposed. Leaning over she pressed her lips into the silk triangle that covered Jessica's genitals. The woman groaned, her hands reaching down to clutch Lisa's head and pull the mouth tighter against her loins. Lisa pushed the silk to one side and ran her tongue over the puffy folds of skin, pressing into them until it slithered into the opening of Jessica's already moist pussy. As suddenly as she'd begun this assault she withdrew. Jessica was on her elbows, eyes staring wildly toward Lisa, breasts rising and falling with her excitement. Lisa leaned over and unbuttoned the remaining buttons of Jessica's blouse, pulling the panels apart to reveal the exquisite brassiere and even more beautiful breasts which overflowed the delicate cups. She released the clasp between the lush mounds, the harness exploding apart to reveal the naked breasts tipped with hard spikes. Leaning down Lisa sucked first one, then the other nipple into her mouth, tongue lasciviously enjoying each hard nub. Then she stood up, gazing at the beautiful creature nearly naked beneath her. She was going to fuck this woman! Jessica's wide eyes followed the movement of her fingers as she undid first the button, then the zipper running down the front of her jeans. Lisa bent over quickly to strip the garment from her body, standing once again with that obscene organ now thrusting from her naked loins. The flesh colored straps holding the instrument in place were almost invisible. Reaching up she stripped off her tee shirt, exposing her gorgeous, naked breasts. Spitting into the palm of her hand she smeared saliva on the bulging top of the organ held firmly in her other hand. Jessica was watching every movement, her eyes on fire. This was what she'd wanted. But never in her wildest imagination could she have dreamed such a creature would be standing between her legs, gorgeous face, lush, curvaceous woman's body, thick organ that looked so real she could faint with excitement. Lisa stepped closer, her eyes fixed on the tip of the organ as it spread the folds of flesh, nudging into the opening prepared earlier by her moist tongue. She heard Jessica's groan, her whimper a plea for release from this delicious torment. The saliva smeared head disappeared, then the shaft realistically crinkled with swollen blood vessels followed, inch by awesome inch. The cleverly designed instrument gave Lisa exquisite pleasure as well, with a raised ridge that stimulated her clitoris with each movement of the cock, as well as a plug that was at that very moment inside her convulsing vagina. It was like fucking herself at the same time she fucked this beautiful woman. Soon she found her rhythm, sliding the thick organ in and out of Jessica's upturned pussy. Leaning over they kissed, then Lisa sucked the woman's breasts, all the while fucking her. Jessica's groans were getting louder and louder, her hips bucking off the polished walnut, hands reaching out to grasp the desk's edges. Her gorgeous breasts shuddered with each powerful stroke of that insatiable cock, her wide eyes searching Lisa's as though she had the answer for the torment gripping Jessica's body and soul at that moment. But then release came, the wonderful release of all torment. Jessica's hands were suddenly on Lisa's arms, fingernails cutting into the skin as she screamed out her joy. The orgasm came in powerful waves, each with a groan, a shudder that shook Jessica's body. Lisa fell on the woman's prone body, lips finding the hungry mouth that was pleading for her kiss. They sucked and licked, riding out the last convulsive movement in Jessica's body. This was nothing Lisa ever believed she would experience. She was naked, her body draped over the back of the leather sofa near Jessica's desk. Jessica was behind her, that realistic looking cock strapped to her waist. The thick organ was sliding between the parted cheeks of Lisa's bottom, probing the newly discovered center of forbidden sexual delights. The naked women had already tasted one another's bodies including this nether region. When Jessica had expressed her desire to fuck Lisa's sweet little ass, there was just enough excitement left stirring in her body that she had said yes to the idea. Now she was feeling that gut splitting sensation of a cock sliding into her sweet little ass. Oh god, it was incredible! Lisa Indulges her Love for Carly Lisa didn't get home until two o'clock in the morning, her body both sated and exhausted. In the last couple of weeks she had taken on three women lovers, each strikingly beautiful, each uniquely sexual. She could hardly believe her good fortune. She also could find no way out of her dilemma with Carly. No matter how many times she made love to another woman, her mind kept returning to that incredible summer of love. It dawned on her the only way she could ever know if that magic were real would be to make love with Carly. She fell asleep knowing this was the only way. Lisa was surprised to find it was a limousine pulling in front of her home. A nice looking young man stepped from the driver's seat and walked around to open the back door. Carly emerged looking incredible in a silk blouse and matching silk slacks that showed every lush curve of her body without appearing in any way tawdry. Lisa opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. "Oh, you're ready I see." Carly stopped at the bottom of the steps, her eyes bright and filled with love as she gazed up at the gorgeous young woman standing before her. Lisa wore cashmere that clung to her body with the same elegance as Carly's silk outfit did. "I know we have a long drive. I wanted to get an early start." "Wonderful. Then let's begin our journey. Roger can take your bag." The young man stepped forward as Lisa followed Carly to the rear of the limousine. She slid into the leather covered elegance of the limousine, stepping to the bench seat at the rear. Carly was quickly at her side. The door closed, the driver put her bag in the trunk and returned to his enclosed compartment. The limousine slid smoothly from the curb and swung into the street, silently carrying them toward Lisa knew not what. They talked quietly, Lisa's eyes gazing out the smoke colored glass windows to the scenery they passed through. She recalled seeing limousines before, especially as a girl, wondering what happened behind those darkened windows. They was alone here, alone and invisible to the outside world. Roger was sealed in his compartment, an opaque glass window separating him from their luxurious world. Carly rested back at the side of the lushly cushioned seat, her hands demurely in her lap. Lisa gazed over at her, vividly aware of the woman's lush body beneath the caressing stone washed silk. She looked up and found Carly's eyes peering back at her. "Why don't you come a little closer?" The smile was warm, the eyes soft with caring. Lisa moved across the seat and into Carly's embrace. A hand slid around her shoulders and pulled her closer until her arm pressed into Carly's firm breast. She glanced up and saw Carly's tongue moistening her lips. The simple movement stirred her. Then she felt fingers on her chin, fingers gently lifting her face. Their eyes met again, held one another as lips touched lightly. The perfume was the same, she knew it for certain. And the lips. The lips touched her so gracefully. There was no pressure, no demand. She felt herself melting into the softness of the caressing lips. Carly sensed her willingness, her longing in fact. The lips spread, moved ever so slightly. Lisa sighed, her lips responding, parting. Then the tongue touched her lips, the tongue that had tasted every delight of her young body. Her lips parted, Carly's tongue extended, sliding along her own tongue. She turned instinctively in her lover's embrace, the move bringing their full, firm breasts together. The fingers that had been on her chin were now caressing the side of her breast. Lisa turned slightly to offer the fingers access to her body. Their lips parted, both women gazing down as Carly's fingers spread over Lisa's breast. Walk the Wild Side "As I promised my love, your breasts are beautiful." The long fingers moved over the full mound, measuring, caressing, teasing all at the same time. "You know we have plenty of time to make love if you wish." Lisa's heart fluttered, her breathing was already ragged. Her tongue darted forward to moisten her lips. She'd come on this journey with doubts, with questions, even with anger. But now in this woman's arms nothing seemed to matter, nothing except the fingers on her breasts, the lips that were touching hers only moments before. Carly lay back against the leather, her eyes following Lisa's fingers opening the front of her blouse. Silk parted to reveal more silk, this time a delicate camisole with lace filigree between lush, full breasts whose nipples were evident in the silk. Lisa sighed, her hands lifting until her fingers were formed over each breast. The firm, resilient mounds filled her hands, nipples swelling against her palms. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to one breast, her tongue sliding out to moisten the hard nub through the silk as she gently sucked on it. She was rewarded by Carly's low moan, by the fingers pressing into her hair and pulling her mouth closer. One hand slid down, fingers reveling in the sensation of luscious silk covering firm woman's flesh. She cupped her fingers between Carly's thighs, the tips pressing into the tenderness lying there. "Oh my, what a wonderful lover you've become." Lisa lifted her head, eyes finding Carly's. She smiled, licked her lips and returned to the wet silk, teeth gently squeezing the engorged nipple. Carly groaned. It seemed so right for Lisa to take the lead in their lovemaking. Lisa gazed up at the woman's beautiful face, at the eyes following her tongue and lips playing over the sweet tasting genitals offered to her mouth. Soft sighs, fingers playing through her hair, shuddering thighs told her of Carly's excitement. Tongue slid over the aroused clitoris, then teased between puffy lips and into the familiar opening. How she loved to kiss another woman between the thighs, to tease her body into abandonment. Carly's hips jerked and a loud moan announced her first orgasm. Lisa knew others were waiting. Lisa arrived home late that evening, her mind spinning and her body sated like never before. She and Carly had spent the day at the lake home where they'd first exlored eros with one another, revisiting every room in which they'd made love that summer. Lisa had been unable to part with the cottage even though her new home was four hours away. It was clear the magic which had been expressed in those early encounters was still very much alive between the two of them. If anything, Lisa's enhanced skills as a lover of other women, made the passion between them even more exciting. They'd kissed deeply in the back of the limousine before saying good evening to one another, with a promise of more lovely moments to share in the future. Lisa still wasn't prepared to give herself exclusively to this beautiful, mature woman, but she remained open to that possibility. Ginger Offers a Treat Lisa decided to splurge, to treat herself to some sexy new lingerie. With her four lovers still very much in her life, she thought it would be fun to spice up her lingerie collection. She drove to the Village Center, parking her car near Nordstrom's. She'd dressed for the occasion, aware of the possibility of meeting lovely young sales girls that might strike her fancy. Now that her juices had begun flowing, she found herself almost continuously on the prowl. She was aware of eyes following her as she walked along the open court between the elegant shops. Her own eyes moved from side to side as well, taking in the wonderful collection of scantily clad women and teenage girls. The joys of summer, of shorts and sleeveless tee shirts conforming to well curved bodies. She saw her reflection in the shop windows, her own curvaceous body. How wonderful to be alive, to be fully in touch with her sensuality. The young woman waiting on her was quite lovely, with a luscious figure one would expect to find in Victoria's Secret. How better to sell sexy lingerie than to have curvaceous young women serving customers, both women and men. The young woman seemed oblivious to Lisa's eyes gazing into her open blouse as she leaned over the counter to take brightly colored silk garments from the display case. Lisa found herself quite excited and more than ready for the evening she had planned with Ginger. Lisa opened the front door of her home and to her surprise Ginger was not alone. The lovely girl standing next to her sensual playmate appeared to be no more than eighteen years old. She was dressed like kids her age in faded jeans and a tight tee shirt. But this sexy young temptress looked like anything but a kid. Her prominent nipples visible in the thin cotton suggested the girl wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her young, perfectly formed breasts were deliciously enticing. Lisa raised her eyes and directed her gaze toward Ginger who winked. "Sweetheart, I want you to meet Lucinda. Isn't she the dearest thing?" Ginger stepped back to gaze at the girl who stood nonchalantly as the older women peered back at her. "Turn around Lucinda so my friend can get a better look at you." The girl did as she was told, slowly turning. Lisa's eyes moved down the girl's body again, this time appreciating the round cheeks of her bottom which were displayed arrogantly by the tight jeans. The thought crossed Lisa's mind that the girl might not be wearing panties either. Lucinda completed her turn and stood with one knee bent, her hands on her hips. The expression on her face hadn't changed since she'd stepped through the doorway. "I'm pleased to meet you Lucinda. My name is Lisa." She extended her hand but the girl didn't take it. Lisa turned to look at Ginger who was smiling broadly. Lisa waited to be let in on the joke. "Lucinda's a hooker honey. She's here to get laid, not to make friends. Right Lucinda?" Lisa returned her gaze to the girl's face. Lucinda smiled slightly and nodded her head up and down. Ginger stepped to the girl's side and slid an arm around her waist, pulling her into an embrace. Lisa watched wide-eyed as Ginger kissed the girl on the lips, a kiss that quickly deepened. Then as suddenly as it had begun it ended, Ginger stepping back. The girl peered over at Lisa as though waiting for a reaction. Lisa did what came naturally, stepping close to the girl and kissing her as Ginger had done. The girl's slender body folded into her embrace. Her lips were soft and moist from Ginger's lips and tongue and she quickly responded to Lisa's kiss. Those firm young breasts pressed into her own fuller bosom. Lisa reached down to caress the girl's wonderful bottom, pulling their loins closer together. This girl clearly enjoyed her work! Her breathing was already coming in short gasps and her hips thrust powerfully toward Lisa's leg as it slid between the girl's thighs. They both gasped as the kiss broke. "I knew you'd fancy my little gift. I think we should retire to your bedroom and get better acquainted." Lisa lay next to the naked girl, gazing past her up thrust breasts, over her flat belly toward Ginger's beautiful face poised between the girl's slender thighs. Her uninhibited lover was lasciviously licking the girl's pussy, tongue and lips creating slurping and sucking sounds. The girl's loud moans filled the room. Lisa leaned down and suckled one of those spike hard nipples, fingers squeezing the other firm, young breast. Then she was kissing Lucinda, using lips and tongue much as Ginger was doing below. Suddenly she felt lips on her thighs and knew Ginger was going to pleasure her as well. She fell back against the bed covers and spread her legs. The girl turned with her and was now licking her breasts. Ginger's lips were on her and she felt herself swoon. The tongue dipped down toward her nether region which had played such an important part in their first lovemaking. Lisa shuddered as the talented tongue found the sensitive spot and began teasing. Lucinda was kissing her again, this time lying above her, firm young breasts touching her own. The tongue was at her genitals once again, slowly penetrating her wet pussy. Lisa felt herself losing control, her hips bucking off the mattress. Her orgasm jolted her, a sharp release that quickly spread through her loins and belly. Lucinda's mouth lifted and their eyes met. Lisa knew this was only just the beginning. Lisa smeared KY Jelly on the crown of the cock hanging from her loins, her eyes moving from the obscene organ to the scene before her on the bed. Ginger was on her knees, perfect bottom lifted high in anticipation of the gift Lisa was preparing for her, face pressed against the girl's equally lovely backside as her tongue lavishly moved between those round cheeks. Perhaps Lisa would fuck them both. The thought was extremely exciting to her. She stepped behind Ginger, easing her body on the bed, positioning the glistening cock before leaning forward. Ginger groaned as the thick knob wedged into the tight opening. Then the muscles relaxed and the organ began its inexorable descent. Lisa lay back in the tub, soothing her tender flesh with the warm water. Ginger and Lucinda hadn't left until 3:00 a.m. the night before and Lisa was exhausted. Not only had she fucked both Ginger and the teenager, every orifice of her body had been serviced in every way imaginable. She'd lost track of how many times she'd cum. It was past noon and her body was still exhausted from the workout. And she had a coffee date for later that afternoon with the sales girl from Victoria's Secret. Perhaps she should cancel and give her aching body some much needed rest. How About a Little Diversion? An hour in the tub and a good meal did wonders for Lisa. She decided to keep her date. Her lovemaking with Lucinda peeked her interest in younger women and the sales girl from Victoria's Secret appeared to be around twenty. Lisa mused about their first meeting as she selected the outfit she planned to wear for their brief meeting. She was delighted when the young woman had accepted her invitation, especially since it meant foregoing her usual dinner break. Lisa suggested they simply grab a bite to eat in the food court. She slid the tailored blouse up her arms and over her shoulders, then slowly slid the pearl buttons in place. Gazing at the mirror she was pleased with the effect created by the translucent material. Not only were the delicate details of the brassiere visible through the blouse, but the cleavage between her breasts as well. She smiled to herself. Lisa waited at the bench in front of Victoria's Secret, her eyes feasting on the lovely women both young and old who trailed in and out of the store. A couple of men passed, each taking note of her presence. She gave them no mind. Ever since she'd begun this intense adventure, nothing in her being had wished to make love with a man. Even when she lay back to receive that long, thick dildo the night before, it was as much the glory of Ginger's huge breasts swaying above her as the cock that drove her wild. The thought was stirring her juices again. What an uninhibited lover she was. And that incredibly sexy teenager. She forced the images from her mind. At just that moment Heather walked from the store looking as lovely as she had when Lisa first met her. Lisa's eyes quickly moved down the length of the girl's body as she approached. She was dressed to show off her curvaceous body, no doubt on the instructions of the store's management. The silk blouse seemed to caress the curves of her deliciously full breasts, her skirt was short to show off excellent legs. And her lovely face was perfectly made up. Lisa raised her eyes and was greeted with a warm smile. Once they'd gotten their food they settled at a table off to the side of the outside eating area. Lisa settled for some fruit and cheese as well as a lovely chardonnay wine. She watched the younger woman eat what must have been her main meal of a long workday. "I imagine you must get lots of attention from the men who come into the shop." They'd been making small talk and Lisa wanted to take their conversation a different direction. Heather smiled at her question. "Yes, quite a bit more than I'd prefer, to be honest." She was sipping coffee. Lisa already had discovered that Heather lived alone in a small cottage in Mill Valley. Her grandfather had set up a modest trust fund for her that helped make living in Marin possible. She certainly couldn't afford her life style on what she made at Victoria's Secret. "How is that?" "Well, they can get pretty insistent sometimes. I suppose I should be flattered but I don't always feel that way." "I don't blame you, Heather, though I don't really blame those men either. You're very lovely." Heather blushed at the compliment, her eyes quickly moving away. Lisa smiled. This was a very sweet seduction if she did say so herself. "I hope I didn't embarrass you." Heather's eyes met hers again. "Well, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't embarrassed, but for the life of me I don't know why." "Perhaps it's because I'm a woman." Heather's eyes were a lovely shade of green, which looked particularly entrancing with her deep auburn hair. Lisa guessed she was Gaelic, a lovely Irish lass perhaps. "That might be it." Her eyes lowered again and Lisa wondered what Heather wasn't saying. She glanced down to the open vee in Heather's blouse to the quite noticeable cleavage that had so impressed her upon their first meeting. When she raised her eyes she found Heather peering across the table at her. She continued to wait, almost certain that the young woman was aware of the nature of Lisa's interest in her and was measuring her response. "You're the first woman I've waited on who's asked to meet me away from work." Lisa smiled, still not speaking. After a long silence she finally responded. "I hope that's alright, my wish to spend time with you." Again there was a long silence which seemed pregnant with possibilities. Obviously Heather was struggling with how to say what she wished to say. Finally she spoke. "Are you trying to pick me up?" Her face flushed again and her eyes showed fear. Lisa reached over and placed her hand on top of Heather's fingers. "As a matter of fact, I am." Heather's eyes flashed from side to side, possibly to see if anyone could overhear their conversation. She didn't move her hand. "This is hard to believe, if you don't mind my saying so." Her tongue slid out to moisten her lips. "And why so hard to believe?" Lisa pressed the hand beneath her fingers. "You don't look like somebody who'd be interested in making out with another woman, that's all." "Heather, my dear. I make love with men and I make love with women. Both can be wonderful if you're with the right partner. I find you a very desirable young woman." She could hear the sharp intake of Heather's breath as she said that. But still the hand remained beneath her fingers on the table. "Wow. This is a first, a real first." "I'd love to be your first and I think you'd love it too." Their eyes met again, this time Heather held her gaze. "You're serious aren't you?" Lisa nodded her head up and down. "Definitely. What do you say?" Heather flushed again, her mind obviously playing with the possibility of making love with Lisa. "I'd like to think about it a bit." "Okay. Let me give you my card and you can call me if you'd like to meet again. I hope you will." Lisa walked away from the table, aware of the young woman's eyes following her. Others stared as she passed as well. She knew she was beautiful, desirable. She wondered if Heather saw her that way. Time will tell. She didn't have long to wait. Heather called later that same evening after she'd finished work. Lisa was already dressed for bed in a silk negligee and matching peignoir. Since beginning to indulge herself so wonderfully with the many new women in her life she'd started taking much better care of herself in many ways, including wearing only the sexiest undergarments and bed clothing. She felt aroused just listening to Heather. "I'm very flattered by your interest in me. You're a very beautiful woman. I feel a little tongue tied but I guess what I want to say is I'm willing to get to know you better, at least as friends, if you know what I mean." They eventually made a date to visit the ocean the following day. Heather gave Lisa directions to her cottage and promised to bring a bathing suit. Lisa went to bed happy. Lisa parked her car under the large bay tree and turned off the engine. She was a bit early and thought of waiting in the car, but then decided to take a look at Heather's cottage. Her directons said it was behind and to the left of the brown shingled home across the street. She buttoned the oversized silk blouse she wore over her swimwear leaving only a hint of the cleavage created by her abbreviated bikini top. The blouse carried memories of her first night with Ginger, adding greatly to her excitement at this new adventure. What would the future bring with this luscious creature who'd never made love with another woman? The low, shingled cottage was lovely and she imagined the view of the Bay must be exquisite. Lisa lightly rapped her knuckles against the pane of glass. She could hear Heather bustling about, the muffled sound of a greeting and then the door swung open. Heather stood before Lisa dressed only in the sexiest of undergarments. Their gaze held one another for a moment. Heather's face was flushed. Lisa eyes moved down to take in this desirable young woman's luscious breasts overflowing the daringly lowcut brassiere she was wearing. Nipples were visible through the translucent nylon cups. Lisa reluctantly lifted her eyes and was about to make an apology when Heather spoke. "Come in." Lisa stepped past Heather into the small cottage and turned to watch her new friend close the door, a move that exposed her completely naked bottom to Lisa's gaze. She felt her arousal growing as her eyes caressed Heather's beautiful, lush curves. "I'm sorry, I came a little early." Heather stepped back from the door and turned slightly. "It'll take me just another minute." She said nothing about needing privacy and Lisa, despite her upbringing, made no offer to withdraw. Her eyes followed the tempting young woman turning toward the open closet as Lisa appreciated the effect of Heather's thong panties that revealed the perfection of her round bottom. Heather stood at the closet, her fingers pushing garments to the side as though deciding what to where. Lisa's juices were flowing now and she simply couldn't resist those beautiful cheeks on display before her. Her footsteps were silent on the thick carpeting as she moved toward Heather until she was directly behind her. Heather had been talking in a low voice but the words made no sense to Lisa whose attention was focused on the girl's scantily clad body. Her fingers reached out, spreading over Heather's round bottom, the wonderfully smooth skin warm to the touch. The shorter girl gasped, her hand suddenly still on one of the plastic hangers. "I couldn't resist." Lisa's hands slid up and around Heather's hips until they were grasping her slender waist. Slowly she eased the girl's body back against her own, the tips of her breasts nuzzling into bare shoulder blades. The hand fell from the hanger but Heather offered no resistance. Lisa peered down into the well filled brassiere as her fingers played up Heather's sides, eventually turning to slide under each firm breast. Her fingers came into view as they spread over the tip of each mound, lifting and gently squeezing. Heather's heart was pounding in her chest. This wasn't at all the way she expected their meeting to go. She'd planned to maintain her distance today, to keep conversation light. But then she'd decided to wear this sexy brassiere and these daring panties. She hadn't expected Lisa to come early, she really hadn't set a trap for the older woman. Yet when Lisa arrived Heather had relished her surprise, her open admiration. But this! The fingers caressing her breasts were so exciting! Her eyes gazed down at the long, slender fingers tipped in red pressing into the fullness of her breasts. Her nipples were on fire! Then lips were touching her neck in a soft, moist kiss. Oh my god, what am I doing!? Her head fell back against Lisa's shoulder. Walk the Wild Side Lisa's fingers slipped into the diminutive brassiere cups and were now cradling naked breasts, thumbs and forefingers finding and then teasing erect nipples. Heather's response was not at all what she'd expected. The young woman was panting in her embrace, body leaning back into her arms, hands pressed atop Lisa's caressing fingers. And now the face was turning toward hers. Lisa leaned down to touch her lips to Heather's mouth and the next step in this great seduction began. Heather stared down at Lisa's beautiful face between her thighs, at the moist lips and tongue playing over her exposed genitals, creating the most incredible tingling sensations that spread from her clitoris through her loins. The diminutive cups of her brassiere lay hanging on either side of her naked breasts. The tips of both full mounds were smeared with Lisa's lipstick. Heather hadn't been prepared for Lisa's assault but soon the tormenting mouth and hands moving feverishly over her curves worked their magic. She groaned as her tensing body prepared itself for a third orgasm. "Oh my god! Yes! Yes!" They lay next to one another on the large bed, naked bodies nestled against one another as they kissed. It was a gentle kiss. Heather was a passionate, willing pupil and gave herself completely to their lovemaking. Lisa was delighted with her latest conquest, assured there would be many more leisurely days with this young beauty naked in her arms. * * * * * Hope you enjoyed my little flights of fancy. If you did you might want to check out later stories also based upon SFWeekly personal ads.