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Chain Letter Ch. 1

By: Mark Anthony



Disclaimer: This story is copyrighted 1999 by Mark Anthony. This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between consenting female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

Andrea frowned at her terminal as her eyes scanned the message. Most of the cubicles around hers were already vacated, the employees of the Imagine Publicity Agency having left at five o'clock sharp, to nice houses in quiet suburban neighborhoods. She, like most evenings this week, had opted to stay, mindful of her precarious status as new employee, hoping to score points with the boss by putting in extra hours. Five had become six without much work being done since she had spent the time clearing away the huge amount junk mail that was piling up in her inbox.

She brushed a lock of blond hair out of her face absentmindedly, looking for a sender's address. She knew better than to reply to the message when she saw it was some kind of anonymous mailing list. The contents of the message, unfortunately, reminded her all to well of her ongoing boyfriend problems of the moment, which centered around a dufus by the name of George Torelli. Instead, she tried to focus on the annoyance of having to filter through the mess of unwanted messages and other junk mail, but ten seconds wouldn't go by before George's face cropped up again and again in her mind.

"What the hell," she muttered, clicking on the forward icon and sending a copy of the "love mail" to three of her girlfriends--she sure as hell didn't lose much by resorting to that desperate kind of help. The message was forwarded instantly, and she erased it, shut off her computer, stretched her arms, grabbed her coat and purse, and went home.

By the time she got home, she had forgotten the whole thing.

"So what's the deal with the agency?" George asked, with typical nonchalance. "Are you gonna keep the job or not?"

Andrea was slowly discovering that her boyfriend had a gift for making his inquiries sound mechanical and coldly ritualistic, as if it were a particular burden on their relationship. She sat tensely on her chair, in a conservative but nicely cut evening dress, which tightened around her delicate, bare shoulders, and emphasized her soft silhouette. She had bought it recently, more to please herself than for George.

"I still don't know George. Can't we talk about something else for now, please?"

George was good looking to say the least, a bit of an unexpected catch for Andrea, following a double date with a cousin and two of her acquaintances two months ago. He was tall, striking, with sharp features and the body of a consummate athlete. She, with her shoulder-length natural blond hair, gentle brown eyes and sexy figure, was certainly a catch for *him*.

The first two weeks had been great, the couple quite taken with each other... but the routine of a normal relationship had soon begun causing a great deal of friction. George was very much self-absorbed. Looking back on the last few weeks, Andrea really wasn't sure they were going anywhere.

"You're always talking about the job when we get together Andrea", his biting sarcasm catching the attention of the young waiter who was passing by their candlelit table, "Now that I *indulge* you for a bit you don't wanna talk about it?" His emphasis on the word indulge carried all the snobbery he would have used in reprimanding a child.

Andrea made a dismissive gesture, trying hard not to let the mounting frustration in her ruin a perfectly good meal in the romantic surroundings of the Italian restaurant. She desperately wanted to enjoy a smooth evening for once.

So George dropped it. But his voice kept that nagging acerbic edge all evening, as he made a point to recount the trivial details of his own little life, most of it growing more and more uninteresting in her eyes. The gap in common interests had appeared quite early, but had been ignored by the both of them in the excitement of a budding relationship. It was now coming back with a vengeance. By the end of desert, both were silently looking into their own empty plates. Andrea was trying to come up with reasons for staying with him. By the time the check arrived, George announced he was coming over her place to grab his stuff.

"Fine" was all she said.

A single tear was slowly coming down her cheek by the time she got to Fey's place. Her friend opened the door and quickly got her into the lofty apartment, sitting next to her and being supportive as she struggled with her emotions.

The tears were of frustration mostly--that and the feeling of trying to give yourself wholly to another while receiving nothing in return. George was a son-of-a-bitch, and she wasn't unhappy to be rid of him--she was just angry at herself for having wasted time on him.

Fey nodded sympathetically, with an understanding forged since they were both little girls. They sat on the large couch, in the middle of spacious surroundings, soft lights illuminating part of the mostly dark apartment. The purposefully somber and reserved atmosphere was the sort of thing that was part of the cathartic ritual, something that went back a long way in their friendship.

"Don't worry about it" Fey assured Andrea with a impish smile, "at least now the wish-mail can do its work". Andrea looked at Fey, momentarily puzzled. "Oh--that e-mail. Yeah, I guess" she said, unconvinced. "I never put much stock in those things. And it's not as if the breakup wasn't going to happen."

She could feel that anger rising in her once again, but Fey calmed her down. She hugged Andrea tightly, stroking her mane of rich hair. "Believe me Andrea," she offered, gazing in her lovely eyes, "you can't avoid this kind of thing. Meeting this jerk may have been a low point, but at least you got rid of him in record time. Now if it had been me..."

"You never went out with a jerk like that!" Andrea protested.

"Harrison Nichols" Fey reminded her.

Andrea's mouth closed tightly, unable to think of a comeback.

Fey's expression was soft, even amused. "Two years, remember? And I'd still be hanging on to him if it wasn't for you."

Andrea smiled ever so slightly, for the first time of the evening, which delighted Fey.

"I still lead the 'most jerks dated' category, though..." she mused jokingly.

"Damn straight" Fey said, with a mock 'better you than me' expression, and yelped when Andrea poked her in the ribs.

Both women exploded in laughter.

Days turned into weeks.

Andrea soon forgot about George. In fact, her "mourning period" was short lived, ending abruptly when she discovered that she was in line for a promotion at the agency. Before the end of the month she was in charge of several projects, and was even allotted a budget and given administrative responsibilities. Someone had noticed the long hours she had put in and things were definitely looking up.

Two weeks later, she took time on a lunch break to pay Rachel a visit.

She was a mutual friend of Andrea and Fey, was a tall and stunning brunette working in a modeling agency, easily the best-looking girl Andrea knew. She had provided useful contacts to Andrea who had landed her the job at the Publicity Agency. Understandably, Andrea wanted to drop by and thank her again for the lead--it wasn't the ideal job she had conceived of securing when she had left college, but it was pretty close. If only she could get PR assignments, she was sure she could really stand out.

The studio Rachel worked in currently was about fifteen minutes away from her workplace--about halfway to a fast-serve restaurant she liked, not much of a detour for her. She walked into the older looking building, nodding to the receptionist in the main hall and asking on which floor she could find the shooting studio. After a quick ride up an elevator, she walked onto a vast indoor expanse, crammed with projectors, lighting equipment, cameras and wooden panels which served as subdivisions for the extensive number of simultaneous shoots presently going on. The ceiling was easily twice higher than normal, and it seemed that everywhere she looked, there were two kinds of people: gorgeous female models in various states of dress (or undress), and neurotic, focused short men holding on tightly to their cameras, meandering their way through the slightly crazed shooting schedules to make their deadlines.

She inquired quickly to a short and dungy techie who scarcely gave her any attention until she repeated three times that she was here to see Rachel, and then proceeded to yell her friend's name in an ear-splitting voice that made her wince. Seconds later, Rachel's head popped from around one of the backdrops. The techie pointed over his shoulder to Andrea, mumbling something before making a quick exit between the labyrinth of backdrops.

Rachel wore a light robe, under which Andrea could see a revealing dark negligée, a garter belt and long, black stockings with intricate patterns. The model stood a good inch over her on account of a pair of black stiletto heels, and she walked over with an ease and detached informality that seemed to contrast with her state of undress. Other women, similarly attired, came and went, presumably part similar shoots, all of them coldly detached and uncaring of the occasional lewd stare from a technician taking five and admiring the scenery.

"It's been a while Andie" said Rachel brightly, hugging her friend with enthusiasm. "I've been hearing good things through the grapevine."

"Well," Andrea said, unable to conceal her excitement, "I guess I've been doing something right. They might move me up to the public relations department if I can handle the ongoing projects."

"Moving up, mmh? Does this mean I get a finder's fee for getting you in?" Rachel teased.

"Only if I were doing as well as you apparently are" Andrea countered, on the same playful tone. "Now you're doing Victoria's Secret? When are you leaving for Paris?"

Rachel winked as she straightened her bust, as if to show her tits off. "You gotta use whatcha got baby" she managed, in a low, baritone voice, nudging Andrea with her elbow. Both laughed heartily.

"How are you doing?" Rachel continued, in an obvious reference to Andrea's ex. "I haven't been keeping up with my e-mail lately."

"Who?" Andrea inquired, with a wink.

"That was over quickly!" Rachel giggled. "I've talked to Fey, but I didn't know how you still felt about all of this..."

There was a bit of an embarrassing silence then, as if Rachel had run out of things to say--as if she needed to keep going but couldn't quite figure how. It was a peculiar feeling, especially since Rachel wasn't usually much of a motormouth. The sudden silence drew attention to it.

"You got time for lunch in your busy schedule?" Andrea said, quick to break the hush.

"Not at the moment," Rachel answered briskly, with a slight sway in her voice "we're doing catalogs. On the other hand, early next month might be possible--there might be a lull in the shooting schedule. Say... Saturday?"

Andrea frowned momentarily. "I though Saturdays were out since you started going out with that guy from the New York agency? Rob-something...?"

"Who?" Rachel asked, in her best imitation of Andrea's voice and expression.

Their eyes locked. Andrea laughed again , shaking her head. "Jeez! *I* haven't been keeping up with *my* mail! Since when did you break up with him?"

"Since when he started trying to screw me over a deal--not to mention the 'if you want a lucrative contract, I'll have to know how far you're willing to go' routine. Scum, like the rest of 'em." She seemed only slightly annoyed despite the bitter comment, which struck Andrea as a bit odd considering that Rachel was a rather passionate girl about these things.

Andrea caught sight of someone coming out of the sea of people and projectors, and quickly spoke up. "Hey--Hey, is that Vivian?" She called out her name, and the woman indeed stopped and turned, smiling back to the two women.

Rachel's face froze for a second, and she gestured to Vivian to join them. She did so immediately, though she seemed almost reluctant.

She was slightly petite, a semi-pro basketball player turned aerobics instructor. Vivian took care of herself better than any of Andrea's friends, and she had even benefited from a staff discount at the old gym Viv used to work in two years back. She was well proportioned, with slightly Mediterranean features--long dark hair, hazel eyes, and a seemingly year-round soft tan.

"You still here?" Rachel asked Vivian. "I though you had left."

Vivian shrugged, her eyes shifting briefly towards what Andrea assumed to be the ladies' room. "How are you?" she asked warmly, looking at Andrea.

"Doing better at work. Just thought I'd drop by to say Hi--I guess that means we're synchronized."

Vivian nodded, but winced as she looked at her watch. "My boss is going to kill me if I'm not back by One. I have to get going now if I want to beat traffic." She gazed to the pair with apologetic eyes. "Can I make it up to you both? A bitch session at Fey's one of these days?"

"Sounds good" Andrea said. Then: "This place is a fair's way from Wilson and Wilson, Vivian. You came here during lunch?"

Vivian acquiesced nonchalantly. "We've been drafting contracts for Rachel's agency lately. Since she counseled a few of her photographers to come our way, I thought I'd come and thank her personally. I'm sorry, I *really* have to get going."

Rachel and Andrea both nodded understandingly. "I'll talk to Fey," said the latter, "we'll get together soon, I promise."

"Sounds great!" called out Vivian as she turned her heels and made off. "Love ya!"

She waved, and for an instant, Andrea could have sworn that she had winked at Rachel. She turned to see her friend looking on towards Vivian with a strange, far-away look. She blinked and seemed to return to reality moments later. They made small talk for another ten minutes or so, before the techie who had called for Rachel earlier screamed for her once again, and she ran off, apologizing and promising to keep in touch.

Work piled up something fierce. The recent transfer to the PR department was an opportunity for Andrea to show off her people skills, and show off she most certainly did. Her new boss, the third in as many months, was pleased with the feedback from the long-standing clients, and had decided to increase her responsibilities.

And her salary. With her commission bonus, she would rake in an extra ten, maybe fifteen thousand by the end of the year.

She saw Fey from time to time, but that was pretty much all the time off she could afford. She found deadlines to be a rather effective antidote to the occasional longing for romance she still felt. The workdays were long, and she was content to come home, eat a bite, and take a long shower before bed.

Hot water streamed down her body as she stood in the shower, knowing it to be the highlight of this calm and quiet Wednesday night. She stepped out after a few minutes, urinated, put on a bathrobe and fixed herself a diet strawberry shake before slumping in the single couch that sat in front of the newly purchased 17 inch television to watch the 11 o'clock newscast. She got as far as the International news before shutting it off. She finished the shake, left the empty glass in the sink and headed off to sleep.

Lying in her bed, trying to doze off without thinking of work, she closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. Sleep eluded her, but she felt her muscles relax. She shifted between the satin sheets of the massive double bed, delighted to have it all to herself.

And then, with that strange kind of mental spark that generates unrelated thoughts, she began thinking of Fey. Soon after, she drifted into a light sleep.

She felt free, secure and happy. She would later remember her dreamlike surroundings as that of a sunny tropical beach on a remote island, though in the hazy, fantastical atmosphere of reverie, it could just as easily have been a beautiful mountain scenery or a sophisticated expanse of luxurious gardens hidden away behind a sumptuous manor.

Fey was with her. Both stood face to face, ghostly dreams in an imagined realm, holding each other in an embrace that was far more than sisterly.

Neither was adorned with clothing of any kind.

And in that strange, out-of-body experience not altogether uncommon in dreams, Andrea saw herself touch and caress Fey in ways that would have made her conscious self blush furiously. Fey reciprocated approvingly, her soft smile seductive and inviting. Soon, both women were locked in a passionate soul kiss, their lips softly touching, their tongues roaming and searching with delirious passion.

It was as if the universe around them gravitated slowly, deliberately, an audience to the display of beauty, love and lust. Their nipples hardened, as each woman used their fingers to softly caressed the other's pussy. Their delicious fondling soon produced orgasmic results. Still locked in a kiss, their climax came quickly and effortlessly, a beautiful thing.

Andrea awoke with a start, unsure of how long ago she had dozed off. Her sheets were damp, her breath was shallow, and a strange and not altogether unpleasant warmth had invaded her pussy. She fell back in bed, eyes searching the ceiling, trying to understand the fleeting dream she had just had. Her mind, clouded and confused, had trouble putting the pieces together. The urge grew inside her, and she instinctively realized she needed release. Her hand quickly found its way under her nightgown, and she discovered that she was even more wet than she thought. She closed her eyes, falling into a slow, familiar rhythm, her agile fingers beginning their work.

She conjured up several images and fantasies in quick succession, but it was not long before Fey's delicate face came to her. In the heat of lustful passion, she did not feel overly alarmed--she had once fantasized about making love to other woman as she fingered herself. But she had never seriously considered a sexual encounter with another woman. The sudden fantasy seem both unexpected... and welcome.

Without thinking much of it, she settled on the image, picturing Fey's shapely and feminine body, and felt her arousal increase abruptly. She focused on the feelings inside her, on the pleasure she felt as her fingers began stroking her wet pussy. As she imagined Fey's nakedness, her soft skin, she saw herself drawing near her, caressing her feminine body. Fey had long auburn hair, down to her lower back, and her soft features combined with her hauntingly dark green eyes, her slim waist and long legs, made her attractive... desirable. Before long, Andrea's fingers were buried deep in her own slit, her knees parting of their own accord as if to accommodate an invisible lover. Her back began to arch as she neared a powerful climax, reflections of Fey's breasts, face, legs and cunt dancing behind her closed eyelids.

Her orgasm overtook her brutally, and was strong and long. She found herself shouting incoherently and without reserve, unexpectedly intense pleasure coursing through her. Her body trembled and shook for the next minute or so, and all energy left her as the tremors subsided. She stayed in her bed, motionless, warmth and sweat and juices seeping inside her sheets. Her eyes opened, and looked up to the ceiling for the longest time, her face devoid of expression. Slowly, absentmindedly, her fingers rose to her lips, brushing against them. She licked her own juices.

And found herself wondering what Fey would taste like.

Fey opened the door to Andrea and caught herself staring. Andrea wasn't exactly dressed for a night on the town as they had previously planned, wearing only a white T-shirt, a pair of jeans and sneakers. "Uh... I don't think they'll let you in the club Andrea" she cautioned.


Chain Letter Ch. 1



Andrea shrugged. "I'm not feeling like going out actually. I figured I'd stop by anyway and see if you were up for something a little more low-key. Cup of coffee or something. If not I'll take a rain check--but I figured it'd be best if I apologize in person for dropping out."

She stared at Fey, who was dressed to *thrill*. Her bosom was wrapped in tight silk, and a short skirt showed off her beautiful legs. Her lips were of a luscious shade of red, bringing to Andrea's mind images that had haunted her dreams every night for the last week. She tried hard not to blush.

"No problem" said Fey at once, with an kindly smile. "Work has been a bit hectic lately, and I wouldn't mind taking a break. Coffee sounds great. Just give me time to get out of this--I'd be a little conspicuous." She winked playfully at Andrea and quickly hopped back into her apartment, motioning for her friend to come in. Andrea had to stop herself from telling her to keep what she had on--her friend's dress was certainly an eyeful. Part of her felt weak and unsure, not quite used to thinking along such lines after nurturing a purely non-sexual friendship with Fey since the first day they met.

She was still desperately trying to sort herself out.

Fey came out of her room a minute later, dressed in a black tank-top and a pair of white cotton pants.

Andrea stared on for a few seconds, and Fey blinked. "Everything alright Andrea?"

Andrea smiled softly. "Sure."

It was a small French café, with a menu that adequately suited the Parisian surroundings. Both sat in a comfortable booth, next to a large photo of the Arc de Triomphe basking in nighttime illumination, itself flanked by a Renoir portrait. Andrea had ordered a selection of cheese which she shared with Fey, along with a bottle of Porteaux.

"I don't know what's going on with Vivian" she stated, after telling Fey of her visit at the studio. "I know she's hung around Rachel longer than either of us, but it seemed like she was sneaking out of the studio when I saw her."

Fey's expression was pensive, but quickly returned to normal as Andrea looked up again. "I wouldn't worry about it Andrea," she offered supportively, "I'm sure it's nothing. Probably worried about her boss, that's all." Her voice had seemed hesitant to her ears, and she wondered if Andrea had caught it.

"I can't put my finger on it, Fey. Even Rachel acted a bit strange. Hardly let me get a word in edgewise. That's not like her--she seemed a tad nervous or something."

"The shoot?" Fey offered as explanation.

Andrea arched an eyebrow, puzzled. "I roomed with Rachel for two years remember? Haven't seen anything I haven't seen before. Besides, since when has Rachel been self-conscious about her body? She's not exactly in the right line of work if she's shy, is she?"

Fey held up her hands, and Andrea winced inwardly, realizing she was becoming defensive. She gave her and apologetic look, and her friend smiled, patting her nonchalantly on the arm.

For a moment, she caught her own breath. She had always been fairly relaxed around Fey, not giving a second thought to a hug, a kiss on the cheek, or even holding her hand. But in this instance, after the dreams that had recurred over and over, after the thoughts and fantasies that she had entertained, she tensed up.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sure Rachel and Viv are still OK with you. Models and lawyers... even *we're* a little worked out... it's nothing." Fey was almost whispering, her face coming closer to hers, her eyes looking at her softly, with a strange light glowing in them.

Andrea's throat dried up. Her hands felt frozen, Fey's warm fingers covering in her own. Her friend's red lips parted softly as she crept close.

For one eternal, intense, painful moment, Andrea's heart refused to beat.

The seconds trickled by, interminably. Fey hovered, inches away... and her eyes shifted down. Her hand idly slid from Andrea's returning to her lap. Her smile lost its enigmatic, eerie quality, becoming simply sympathetic. Casual.

Friendly.

They talked of little or unimportant things, as they often did.

Andrea's place was a good walk away from Fey's, certainly a detour from the Café, but she strode along with Fey, chaperoning her towards her place. The sound of her own heartbeat thundered loudly inside her, and she tried to focus on the sidewalk, ignoring the wetness between her legs and the growing intoxication of being near Fey.

They got to the apartment, their excuse for a conversation having reached an abrupt end, their eyes averting each other's.

"I guess I'll see you--"

"It's really late" Fey piped up suddenly. "I'd hate for you to call a cab. Why don't you just crash over?"

Fey's words had come in a rush. Too suddenly. But Andrea's heart was thundering again, her palms sweaty.

"Sure." She managed, her voice sounding as dry as sandpaper to her own ears.

They climbed the flights of stairs in heavy silence, as if fate was steering them towards a dangerous crisis. Andrea's feelings for Fey, ablaze inside her, were briskly consuming any notion of taboo her sexual identity was built upon.

They sneaked inside Fey's apartment like a pair of thieves, still not a word spoken between them. When the door closed behind them, their eyes met once again.

They melted into each other's arms, their embrace tender and loving beyond anything in their friendship. Their lips met in a soft, passionate kiss, the kiss of lovers who had long lived apart. They tasted of each other, slowly, languorously, as if getting to know each other all over again.

Andrea's hands reached behind Fey's back, tracing the soft curve of her spine before lightly caressing her hips. Fey's fingers rose up slowly to Andrea's chin, cradling her face as she continued to mash her lips against hers. Their tongues met in the steaming exchange, at once daring and hesitant.

They came up for air and quickly renewed their embrace, Andrea now planting soft kisses down her friend's neck while Fey threw her head back. She felt energy coursing through her, instilling her with fierce desire. She was quickly loosing control of her own lust, her tongue dancing over Fey's skin, as if to taste every inch of her body.

"My God... I want you Fey... I want you so bad... I've wanted you..." she whispered frantically.

Fey shushed her reassuringly. "I'm yours... Andrea... ohhh... yeahhh..."

Andrea had begun rubbing her leg up and down Fey's inner thigh. She brushed Fey's pelvis with her knee, which got her to moan softly in her ear. She could not believe how hot it made her to have a woman moan like that, as she was doing these things to her. She felt the hard nipples rub the inside of her t-shit, felt Fey's through her own, and suddenly gripped her shoulders, shifting her towards the nearest sofa as she continued to plant wet kisses all over her neck.

In a quick and mutual gesture, both took off their t-shirts and bras. Andrea and Fey fell next to each other, their hands now softly cradling the other's breasts. They looked at each other, smiling wickedly, and Andrea's head came down first, her sensitive tongue eagerly sliding past her lips to tease Fey's nipples. She was slow and deliberate at first, letting saliva run down her tongue and lathering Fey's breasts, only to lap it up the next instant.

Fey, falling back into the couch, moaned louder and louder.. "Yeahhh baby... ohhh, Andrea... suck my tit... ooohhh... you're making me sooooo..." she ended the sentence with a squeal as Andrea playfully bit down, feeling Fey's nipple harden even more between her teeth. Amazingly, Andrea was sure that this did more for her than for Fey.

Andrea soon began fumbling with Fey's pants, and quickly unfastened them. She slowly slid off and fell to the floor, on her knees, while Fey raised her legs slightly, kicking her sneakers off and allowing Andrea to pull her pants off. Andrea gazed at her beautiful legs, and then settled on her white panties, which were soaked.

"My you're a horny little bitch!" she said, smiling at her sudden boldness. "I bet you've been horny since this afternoon--I bet you wanted to get me to a Dyke bar tonight, am I right?"

Fey giggled at Andrea's sudden trash talk, her legs coming down on either side of her lover's head, gently resting on shoulders.

"You can have me Andrea. Please..." Her eyes were filled with growing love and with passionate lust.

Andrea's smile grew taunting. "Ask nicely and maybe I'll consider it."

Fey's expression became a pleading one. "Please... Andrea."

"Please what?"

"Please... eat me..."

"Eat what?" Andrea asked, her tone playfully even.

Fey whimpered. "Eat... my pussy... please... suck my pussy."

"You mean, like this?"

Andrea's finger's brushed the panties aside gently, her tongue softly caressing Fey's pink folds for the first time. She felt her head grow light, the intoxicating sensations... smell, taste, sight and touch... all contributing to her growing need for orgasmic release. She gently licked Fey's beautiful, wet slit, like she had done so many times in her dreams these last few weeks... as if she had done so for years...

"OHHHHhhhh YEEAAAHH... ohhh... that's it... OOOOHH!!" Fey's voice rose sharply as Andrea teased her clit with the edge of her tongue, and she could not hide a slight smile even as she continued its delightful task. Soon, Fey's words turned to moans, and then to screams. She felt her lover's hands on her head, pressing down with urgency, and fiercely buried her tongue deep inside Fey's pussy as she came. She opened her mouth eagerly, trying to drink as much of Fey's essence as she could.

She continued to lick and suck even after Fey's orgasm had subsided, worshipping her lover's pussy without a care for her own needs. She had brought Fey to an intense climax by sucking her sweet cunt, and the realization filled her with a warmth and feeling of well-being that momentarily doused the fire burning inside her. She glanced at Fey's expression of blissful content, and responded eagerly when she called her name.

"Come to me Andrea. Kiss me..."

Andrea obeyed willingly and presently, her lips still glistening with Fey's juices. Their lips met once more, Fey tasting of herself, and relishing in the erotic act. She pulled Andrea to her, shifting slightly on the sofa so both could once again be side by side. Fey's left hand slowly slithered inside Andrea's jeans, and under the elastic band of her panties. Even as she lapped up of herself fervently, her fingers found Andrea's hot, wet cunt, and began rubbing gently.

Andrea's reaction was both immediate and sudden, her body shaking as Fey was slowly masturbating her. She tried to keep her lips locked in the passionate kiss they were enjoying, but the fire was burning inside her once more, and she began to breathe quickly, almost hyperventilating.

"Fey.... Ohhhh... don't stop... please don't stop... OOOHHHHH!"

Her instant climax coursed like lightening inside her, shattering her soul in a million pieces. She cried out until her throat felt raw, her pelvis thrusting forwards against Fey's hand in the long instants that followed. And afterwards, as the intense pleasure slowly ebbed away from her body, and she slumped backwards, her body soaked in sweat, she would feel Fey's warm breath upon her cheek, and the wetness of her fingers upon her lips. Her eyes closed, she would obediently lick Fey's hand, before their tongues met once again, in an amorous dance.

Much later, after long hours of lovemaking, they would lie, limbs intertwined in an impassioned embrace, they would talk of a new life for both of them A life together. A life to be shared in passion and love.

To Be Continued...



Chain Letter Ch. 2



Disclaimer: This story is copyrighted 1999 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission. This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between consenting female adults. If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto. Send any and all comments to actium31@yahoo.com. Specify which story archive where you found the story if possible, as some of my stories are posted on several sites. Any and all feedback is welcome.

Summary: Following a strange e-mail she has received, Andrea's love life has taken an unexpected turn. Now in love with her longtime friend Fey, she begins to discover the extent of the changes in her new life...

Andrea's fingertips sensed the warmth of the morning sun as it crept slowly on the edge of the bed, through the vertical blinds that hung over the window in Fey's large bedroom. Her eyes opened slowly, consciousness and feeling emerging from the dark abyss of sleep. She gazed upwards, staring mutely at a corner of the ceiling, the play of shadows and reflections upon it quite fascinating to her. She felt Fey's feathery breath on the back of her neck, followed by the swell of her breasts pressing on her back as she inhaled, the touch of still arms and hands wrapped around her in a loving embrace. Her right leg came between Andreas' tights as she lay behind her on the bed.

The memories of the last day, making love to Fey, stirred from within, along with feelings frightening in their intensity. She shifted ever so slightly, taking care not to wake her lover, basking in the blissful moment as she lay safely enfolded in Fey's arms. She could no longer conceive of a life without her. More to the point, had difficulty understanding how this truth had eluded her for so long. She felt reborn, a child seeing the world with new eyes. She dozed off, only to rouse herself as Fey's lips kissed her tenderly below the ear.

"Mmmmm..." she moaned approvingly. "Now *that's* the best wake up in the morning" she mused aloud.

"You said that yesterday" Fey said softly.

"And I'll probably say it tomorrow." Andrea turned her head, and Fey arched hers forward. Their eyes closed as their lips met, their mouths tasting of each other. They had experienced so much together in the last few days... every kiss an attempt to make up for lost time... A fire was stirring inside Andrea once again.

"Let me..." she whispered imploring.

Fey's arms released Andrea, who turned on her side to face her lover. Her hands began caressing Fey as she laid on her back, her eyes still closed.

"You're so beautiful, Fey, I can't believe we might have lived out our lives without..." Her hands roamed of their own accord, following her eyes, softly fondling Fey's breasts as she stared at the stiffening nipples. Fey arched her back slightly, her body responding spontaneously to Andrea's touch.

"Yessssss."

Andrea continued to stare at her naked lover's body, down her belly and towards the lovely triangle of trimmed pubic hair nestled between her legs. Stirrings as natural as they were powerful rose in her, and her mouth watered. Just thinking of going down on Fey made her wet in a way no other lover ever had. She continued caressing Fey's tits, large mounts of soft, pink flesh, using her long nails to trace around the areolas, teasing her nipples, purposefully dawdling in order to get Fey more excited. In a few moments, Fey's nipples stiffened to granite rigidity. She stirred slowly in bed, her eyes shut, a lustful grin on her lips, as if she were asleep, trapped inside a ardently erotic dream. Andrea's left hand made its way downward, her nails playfully zigzagging on Fey's delicate skin. As she neared Fey's wet pussy, she began caressing her hips, legs and tights, languorously delaying the inevitable. She could feel Fey's body trembling in anticipation, electrifying sparks of pleasure jumping from her hand to her lover's flesh every time her fingers gracefully stroked their way near her hot slit.

Andrea moved like a tiger, unfettered by sheets which had been tossed off the bed four nights ago-it seemed like a lifetime now-because it hampered their intense lovemaking. She rose on her hands and knees, taking the time to gently lick each of Fey's nipples once, with feline mischief and grace. Fey, her hands buried under the pillow on which her head rested, growled in salacious appreciation , her lust slowly taking complete control of her. Andrea, like a hunting predator, made her way down the massive oak double bed. She came to rest on Fey's left side, her nostrils filling with the woman's pungent, delicious smell, her own arousal growing exponentially in the realization of that she was, once again, about to go down on her girlfriend. She took a moment to look at Fey's nakedness and marveled at the perfection of her delicate and gorgeously feminine body, which she had explored lovingly in so many delightful ways. She lingered, mesmerized by the sight of her graceful and shapely legs, by the inviting sight of her sweet little pussy, of her pink folds, of her wetness slowly seeping from the soft lips, of the clit she had licked and bitten, teased and sucked as Fey howled and screamed for her not to stop. She licked her lips, smiling despite herself and she lowered herself humbly to service her girlfriend with all the love and skill she could summon.

She started slowly, her tongue almost hesitant in its careful exploration of Fey's crevice. She tasted of Fey's wetness, and heard her stifled moans as she maintained the pretense of the erotic dream. She continued, her tongue darting and moving lazily up and down her pussy, her lips and chin quickly becoming slick with Fey's juices. Soon, one of her hands went to her own cunt, already in bad need of stimulation, while the other slithered between Fey's thighs. Andrea used her index and middle fingers to spread Fey's pussy slightly, her tongue becoming more adventurous. She would pause occasionally, rubbing her chin and mashing her lips messily against Fey's hole, immersed in the blissful task of bringing her ever closer to a shattering climax. Soon, her fingers were spreading Fey's pussy wide, her tongue snaking in and out of Fey, probing deep inside her.

Fey could no longer maintain any pretense. Her hands came out from under the pillow, to grab Andrea's head and push her down hard. She could barely articulate words, crying out every time Andrea's tongue would nuzzle inside her.

"Ohhh... GOD!" She finally managed, in a hoarse voice, "FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE! OHHHGNNN YEAHHHHH!" She was gasping, trying to breathe as Andrea continue to drive her straight into an abyss of boundless pleasure. Her body, now soaked in sweat, began shaking uncontrollably as she neared the edge, her mind and soul fragmenting and splintering before the onslaught of her lover's tongue. In a single, explosive moment, the orgasm erupted inside her. Her hands forced Andrea's head down while her tongue was deep inside her. Her back, neck and head arched back to near-breaking point, her legs squeezing Andrea's shoulder uncontrollably. Sparks of energy fired up and down her spine as her awareness seeped out of her body, through her cunt and into Andrea's eager, thirsty mouth. She came and came, drenching her lover's entire face, a renewed offering, a tribute to their newfound love. The climax continued for long, interminable seconds, before subsiding like the receding waters of a tidal wave. Fey collapsed back on the bed, heaving, sweat dripping off her sizzling body, juices seeping from her slit.

Andrea's own climax, though shorter and less intense, came as she heard Fey go over the edge. The mere notion of making Fey come by sucking her pussy was enough to drive her to orgasm. She collapsed as Fey did, but continued to minister to Fey's pussy, weakly but dutifully lapping up her juices, pausing occasionally to lick her lips and relish in the taste. She then brushed a few fingers off her chin, and brought them to her mouth, eager to lick the wetness off them. She blinked as she heard Fey's weak voice calling out to her, and crawled back up to the head of the bed, her naked body deliberately rubbing up against her lover's. Andrea felt Fey's warmth against her skin, a divine sensation, and finally rested on top of her, their bodies pressed together. She initiated yet another deep kiss, eventually letting Fey take the initiative and passively submitting while her lover licked herself off her lips, tongue and chin.

"Did I tell you I love you?" whispered Fey breathlessly.

"Only a million times Fey" replied Andrea.

"I want you in my bed every night" Fey said, her eyes burning with passion. "I want you beside me every morning."

Andrea lowered her lips to Fey's. It was all the answer she required.

The days at work, away from Fey, were long for Andrea. She thought of her new love constantly, occasionally taking advantage of her new, private office suite to finger herself to a shattering climax at various times during the day. She'd spread her legs, sprawled in a massive executive chair, the leather rubbing across her skin as she frantically worked herself into a climax. Behind her, through the enormous expanse of plate glass, the city continued its frantic existence, oblivious to the woman's consuming lesbian fantasies. Andrea had never felt so oversexed before, and wondered how she could possibly need sexual release during work hours despite being now engaged in the most fulfilling and intense sexual relationship of her life. She handled her PR responsibilities well, but the constant distraction would occasionally worry her-but only after a climax. She soon stopped wearing panties, preferring the feel of her naked pussy against the fabric of her long, gray corporate-style skirts. And she enjoyed the freedom that came with simply slipping a hand beneath it whenever her thoughts wandered over to Fey. Strange perspectives crept in her psyche. She began eyeing women at the office in a whole new light. She would feel herself respond to them sexually, though she did her best to hide this from everyone, including Fey. Andrea was nothing if not faithful, but her emerging feelings for all things female led her to a rich and active fantasy life. She took it a level further, wondering who among the girls in the office might actually be bisexual-or even exclusively gay. She longed for a new sort of contact-someone she could talk to about to help her sort through her feelings. Two weeks later came unnerving news that had some bearing on her new life. The rumors, strangely, had drifted past her office without penetrating it. Olivia McComb, one of the directors of the Graphics Design department, had left unceremoniously from the company a few days ago. Andrea barely knew her, but had never got the impression that she was unhappy with her job. Rather the contrary, which made this all the more peculiar. Casual talk around the coffee machine shortly after hearing the news shed a distressing light on the subject: apparently, she had been "caught in the act" by the Vice-President while on holiday upstate. As Andrea poured herself a cup, straining to overhear nearby gossip between half a dozen employees standing idly in the cramped staff room, the nature of the "act" in question quickly became obvious, chilling Andrea to the bone. McComb had been seen in the arms of another woman. The tone of the chattering individual was unambiguous as to the implication, and affirmed solemnly that it was the true reason behind what now appeared to be a coerced resignation. McComb had apparently been confronted by unmentioned parties, and had chosen to leave the company discreetly and on officially good terms rather than face the possibility of her private life becoming public, and of having to slug it out with the courts for years to establish a discrimination charge. "I Guess the VP wants this place dyke-free" the gossiping individual remarked. Andrea walked straight to her office.

If there was such a thing as a "Lesbian restaurant", the guide proclaimed, "Bachantes" was it. The food was mostly Italian, with a bit of Greek and French littered across the menu. Fey and Andrea sat quietly in one of the private booths off the to the far left, candles illuminating their dark corner with a soft yellow glow as they each sampled a glass of Spanish Red Wine. "What do you think of all this?" Fey asked, trying not to let worry creep in her voice. Andrea smiled warmly, her hand sliding across the table and clasping Fey's. Despite her initial fears after hearing the rumors earlier in the day, she had quickly found her composure again. She glanced over at a nearby table, where two girls made small talk over appetizing courses. "I don't care much about it, Fey." She paused, biting her lip pensively. "Funny. I never gave much thought to that kind of discrimination. Didn't really feel concerned, I guess." Fey nodded, half lost in her own thoughts. "I wonder if we get bumped up to a new tax bracket too" she joked. Andrea giggled as she caressed her lover's hand, but it sounded a bit nervous. Both of them had tap- danced around the sensitive issue as their bond became more and more serious. Now engaged in a mutual and monogamous sexual relationship, both secretly felt uneasy about what kind of impact, short or long- term, it would have on their lives. To deny that it would be anything less than tremendous was to play the part of the ostrich, and both women were intelligent and honest enough with themselves to realize it. Neither had quite worked up to discussing it outright. "Andrea... I don't think it might be wise to..." "Don't even go there Fey" Andrea interrupted abruptly. "If you think I'm giving what we have because she was forced out of a job..." he voice trailed off momentarily. "Just ain't gonna happen" she managed finally, trying not to be upset. " 'What we have'? Andrea, what *do* we have? What has happened to us?" Her voice quivered as she saw sorrow creeping over her Andrea's face, and she quickly slid her fingers between her lover's reassuringly. "Look-I'm happy for the first time in my life. I can't find the right words to tell you how much I feel for you. But the last thing I want for you is to suffer." Andrea's words echoed the tears forming in her eyes. "Well I'm sure as hell willing to suffer if it means holding on to you, Fey" she professed empathetically. "How could I with having destroyed everything you strove for ever since we went to college together?" "Fuck the agency if they find out-I don't care. I'll sue their asses if they try it, and I'll stir such a mess in the media they'll loose half their clients. Three of my majors are promoting their open-minded stance on same-sex couples-I'll have no trouble keeping them with me if I change agencies, and I bet they'll get mileage out of it with the media if they stay with me. I'll land a better job, guaranteed." A strange light burned in Andrea's eyes, a fiery passion that would destroy anything that stood between her and Fey. "So I guess it's official, love" Fey whispered, elated by Andrea's profession nearly to the point of tears. "We're... lesbians." It was the first time she had spoken the word in reference to herself. Andrea leaned over the table, brushing her lips against hers. "All I know is I love you. I don't care what it makes us, and I know you don't either." Fey closed her eyes, indulging in the soft kiss, uncaring of the universe around her.

Behind the words, Andrea's feelings were in turmoil. The brave facade she had put up with Fey almost convinced her, but dark thoughts soon began emerging once again. Perhaps she would not have minded if this had been a brief fling, something of an experiment that would soon run its course. But it was not-she was as convinced of her love for Fey as she had ever been of anything else in her life. Her feet led her to the towering building of dark glass and shining steel which housed the Wilson and Wilson offices one week after her conversation with Fey. She fled into it, leaving the bustling insanity of the streets at lunchtime behind her. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she wondered once again what in God's name had possessed her to seek out Vivian on this matter. The former aerobics instructor turned-lawyer was a rising star of the company, specializing in corporate litigation but not without solid background in criminal court proceedings. Andrea had already worked out an excuse, planning to tell her lawyer friend that she was here on behalf of the recently departed McComb, in order to inquire as to her rights and options in the face of corporate discrimination, but she felt so nervous she feared Vivian might suspect something else was going on. She stood in the lobby for some time, rehearsing the excuse under her breath, before walking up to the monstrous set of elevators. She punched a large black button and was instantly rewarded with a chime and the hush of sliding doors. The cart accelerated smoothly up the building, while Andrea stood in center, alone and anxious. She was almost hoping Vivian had gone out for lunch, as she sometimes did instead of working through the break with a coffee and sandwich. She stepped off the elevator as the doors opened on the twelfth floor. Vast corridors carpeted in dark gray stretched in all directions, and she took a moment to orient herself before making for the right office. Staff rooms appeared deserted, as were all of the offices she came across, judging from the occasional set of semi-transparent ceiling-to-floor windows that flanked the entrance of various corporate suites on the way to Vivian's. She heard voices reverberating from around the corner as she neared her destination , and slowed her pace instinctively. She came to a sudden stop when she recognized Rachel's voice. A sudden, strange feeling came over her then, and she peeked carefully around the intersection, gaining additional cover from the lush green leaves of a tall plant sitting right around the corner. She saw Vivian standing in the doorway of her office, swaying back and forth like an amorous schoolgirl. There was something in her stance-something lascivious or inviting, totally at odds with what one would expect from a very serious, competent and professional corporate lawyer.

Rachel was standing near her.

Andrea swallowed hard-Rachel was actually right up against Vivian. Her hands slipped around the lawyer's hips as she proceeded to slide her tongue down her neck. Vivian's hands soon brushed Rachel's chin, raising it to her own before initiating a sultry kiss which lasted several seconds and left them both breathless. Andrea's eyes had grown as wide as Canadian coins. Both women were looking a little flushed, and the silent, conspiratorial stare which followed the kiss was a blatant clue as to what had surely transpired minutes before in the heart of Vivian's office. Both quickly ended their embrace, Rachel taking hesitant steps towards Andrea's corner, evidently heading for the elevators.

"Can't wait for you to come at my place'" she said as she turned and waved to Vivian, her voice filled with amorous innuendo. Andrea didn't wait for the rest. Though this place certainly was enough of a maze to hide in, she bolted, a flurry of thoughts racing in her head. She crammed herself in a deserted, out-of-the way corner for a full five minutes before daring to emerge, darting for the elevators and hoping that Rachel wasn't lingering on the exit floor of the building. Before long, she was back on the street, hidden amongst the crowd of pedestrians moving hurriedly before the clock struck one. She walked for some time, oblivious to the world, immersed in her own thoughts.

"It has to be the chain letter" Fey said, before kissing the nape of Andrea's neck. Her naked body gently melted into Andrea's, the two women locked in loving embrace on the massive beige couch. She shifted slightly, trying to accommodate Fey-who lay under her, arms wrapping over hers-and gazed up at the romantic sight of a clear, starry night shining through the vast skylight windows angled over the salon. The moon, directly visible from her vantage point, shone some pale rays down the opposite, immaculate wall, the only source of illumination inside the apartment.




Chain Letter Ch. 2



"You think so?" Andrea asked, sounding unsure. Fey's responded with another gentle kiss, Andrea sighing in approval. Both women whispered in a low tone, as if the darkness would be dispelled by the tone of their voices. The aftermath of their torrid lovemaking was always a peaceful time, and she felt at peace in Fey's arm, on the couch.

"C'mon Fey" she chastised affectionately, "What do you really think?"

"I think you want to fuck them both, love" Andrea was silent for a long time.

"I'm with you Fey. Nothing's ever going to change that." she finally said.

Fey had not ceased her loving ministrations, playfully licking Andrea's ear. "I know that," she whispered tenderly, "but I also know that you have sent this letter to Vivian and Rachel. They must have discovered each other just as we have discovered ourselves."

Andrea frowned. "You think this happened because of a dumb e-mail dumped in my inbox by who knows what? Because I send it to you and Rachel and Vivian?"

"And what if that was the case?" Fey asked, her tone quite serious.

"All I know is that I crave you in a way I have never felt before, and everything is falling into place. I've known you all my life, and if anyone ever deserved to be my soulmate, you'd be it. Until this mail, the accident of our gender defined the extend of our physical relationship. This is not so anymore." Andrea pondered the words while she felt Fey's hands trace lazy circles on her sensitive skin. Her nipples stiffened once more, the incessant yearning growing inside her.

"On your knees" Fey ordered suddenly, with a compelling edge in her tone. She slid off the couch and brought both of them down to the floor. Andrea came down on all fours, suddenly curious and puzzled as to what Fey had in mind while she fell on her knees behind her.

"Spread your legs" Fey demanded. Andrea did so, a smile creeping on her lips. She felt herself grow submissive, the anticipation of what was to occur making her wet. She played the part of the obedient girl to a tee, raising her ass suggestively and giving Fey complete access to her pussy. Fey's hands began to caress her ass languidly, her fingertips feeling the warm flesh beneath her hand. She stared at Andrea's kneeling body, willingly offered for her pleasure, and couldn't help but feel her own arousal growing inside her. In the semi-darkness, she smiled to herself, licking her lips before slowly lowering her head.

She kissed the soft cheeks of Andrea's ass, and then proceeded to lick the warm flesh. Her tongue darted with deliberate slowness at first, lapping up and down in long strokes like a cat. She heard Andrea's breath quicken, her body shaking ever so slightly as she continued her little teasing game. Soon, Fey focused her attention on Andrea's pussy. Her lips and tongue drew close, caressing her inner tights but stopping short of her slit, playfully teasing Andrea's anus before retreating quickly to the soft cheeks. Andrea began to moan audibly, her back arching so her cunt could become as accessible as possible. Her legs were spread wide, and Fey could see her essence glistening in the moonlight shining inside the unlit apartment.

"You want to eat Rachel don't you?" she asked, her voice husky and suggestive.

Andrea moaned at first, but quickly spoke up. "I... want you..." Fey's tongue darted out, only once, licking up Andrea's slit. She tasted her, and relented immediately. She heard her gasp before letting out a frustrated moan, and smiled wickedly.

"You can't hide this from me Andrea. You want her to eat your cunt, don't you?"

"No!" Andrea denied plaintively.

"Say it! Don't be afraid of saying it. I'd *love* for her to eat *my* pussy. Any woman would. You must lying to me."

Andrea's moans turned to a sharp squeal as Fey's tongue suddenly slid out of her mouth and parted her lover's pussy lips.

"Ohhhh... yesssss! I want her! I want you! I want both!"

"And Vivian too?"

"Yes! Vivian! I want to eat her cunt while she's eating you!"

"Yes, that would be nice wouldn't it? I can tell how hot and wet it makes you just by sticking my tongue in your hole."

"OHHHH! OHHH YEAH!!!" Andrea screamed, as Fey proceeded to do just that.

Fey smiled to herself as she continued her delightful task. Moreover, she was becoming wet herself, the thought of Andrea and Fey having sex with Rachel and Vivian driving her wild. When she felt Andrea's whole body tremble, her voice breaking as she screamed, begging her lover to let her come, she smiled wickedly. Then, she sucked avidly, with total abandon, her tongue burying itself inside Andrea's cunt. Her lover responded quickly, first with a sharp scream, and then a shuddering which coursed, like raw lightning, through her entire body. She collapsed on her back minutes later, an exhausted smile on her face. "Did you really mean that, about Vivian and Rachel?" she asked breathlessly, as Fey slid on top of her. Fey kissed her on the forehead, once. "I'm game if you are" she replied.

From then on, it was a delightful sort of conspiracy. Andrea and Fey plotted like a couple of schoolgirls. As if it were at all possible, the very notion of staging a kind of seduction on the unsuspecting couple actually enhanced their lovemaking. Both women had, sadly, a limited amount of experience when it came to lesbian sex, and though they both had quickly learned how to expertly please someone of their own sex, the notion of experimenting with another woman was an opportunity that the women felt they should both seize. If anything, their joint efforts dispelled any kind jealousy; Fey and Andrea had grown to trust each other on a level that took most couples years to achieve. They would partake of this pleasure together.

The shoot began promptly at 8 on Saturday morning, the girls on contract in their respective lodges getting ready. It was a racy shoot for a gentlemen's magazine-a special issue that would model various sexy outfits showcased by a number of boutiques in the hopes that incentives from the male readers would drive the girlfriends and wives to make a few purchases. A few lingerie and swimsuit spreads to begin with, something to capture the mood, before moving up to semi-nude spreads that would easily double as secondary pictorials for the magazine in their own right. Rachel was in her own dress room, trying to shake out of a groggy state as she slipped on the garter belt which complemented a black teddy she was to model. She had not really slept the night before, and the fatigue was catching up to her. She turned as the door opened, but didn't bother to cover herself up out of habit, her bra casually resting on a nearby chair.

"Hiya Rachel! Catchin' you at a bad time?"

Rachel smiled as Andrea strode in. "How are you doing?"

Andrea smiled back, her eyes falling to her friend's exposed bosom. "You planning to give anyone heart attacks today?"

Rachel laughed. "Not the photographer, that's for sure. I hate to cater to stereotypes, but he's as 'uninterested' as it gets. Probably why his work is so good-he can concentrate." She gazed at her friend for a moment, and momentarily forgot about adjusting her fishnet stockings.

Andrea was dressed in an unusual fashion, even for a day off. A pair of tight jean shorts she had never seen her friend in, and a Pastel T-shirt that was more than was a little taunt around her shapely breasts. Rachel tried not to notice Andrea wasn't wearing a bra either. "What about you? Would you be able to concentrate with me around?" Andrea said with a wink.

Rachel blinked, before realizing it was a joke. "You want to stay for the shoot?"

"Sure. I've visited once of twice, but I don't think I ever stayed to see how life is in the fast lane."

"Well, it's a bit of a raunchy session. Now, if you don't mind us girls throwing our clothes off for the camera..."

"Not one bit" Andrea assured her.

It was a strange thing, really. In what now felt like a lifetime ago, she really wouldn't have been interested in the dizzying array of female flesh that paraded before her. But as she stood on weak legs, blood thumping in her ears, her eyes studied the goings-on of the shoot with keen interest. A shapely brunette stood around projectors, her back arched, legs parted, hands on the hips, her beautiful ass to the camera.

Her head was turned, eyes staring straight into the lends, her expression devilishly provocative. Andrea began to fantasize about seducing the model before her, as she had a dozens of times over the last four hours with dozens of different women. She had seen Rachel a handful of times during that period, a strange glow in her eyes as she posed enticingly for the camera. The last shot before lunch break was not at all unconventional considering the nature of the spread, but Andrea's heart stopped as Rachel walked before the backdrops accompanied by a tall blonde-haired woman with a soft tan, delicate features and the proverbial hourglass figure. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Rachel's, but her ass and legs were a definite attention grabber, with curves that could cause accidents on straight highways. She wore a yellow bikini that hid very little, while

Rachel was inside a blue one-piece that was virtually part of her smooth skin. Her rich chestnut hair was hanging freely from her shoulders, her lips a compelling shade of dark red. Both women were quickly sprayed with water by a techie holding a hose, and the makeup crew then proceeded to do a final retouch to maintain their alluring looks. The photographer called for everyone to get ready, and the two girls took their positions. The cheesy beach backdrop was certainly not the focus of attention-Andrea's eyes seemed to narrow exclusively to the scene before her. At first, Rachel and her companion posed conservatively, like a pair of regular girlfriends walking on the beach. Back to back, staring off to the right, leaning against each other, locked in a sisterly hug. The first roll of film was quickly done away with.

The second part of the shoot left Andrea breathless. The hugs became more than sisterly. The point of view of the models shifted from the camera to each other. They held hands at first, and soon began taking suggestive poses with clearly sapphic overtones. It was obvious to everyone present that this was a professional shoot, a simple-some would call fraudulent-illusion, manufactured for the needs of fashion magazines the world over. Nothing that every female model didn't have to do on occasion, from New York to Paris.

Clear to everyone but Andrea.

The last shot, as Rachel and her counterpart drew so close as to feel each other's breath on their lips, as if about to engage in a passionate kiss, left Andrea so wet and horny she had to walk back a few steps and sit on a pile of wooden boxes.

The photographer called it as the second roll was finished. The Blonde immediately disengaged, her demeanor shifting from pseudo-lesbian interest to cool and professional heterosexuality, making for her dress room without further ado. Andrea saw Rachel, still standing as the techies fretted about her, taking down the backdrops before lunch. Her eyes, staring from amongst the busy crew a full twelve feet away, locked with Andrea's. A hundred years compressed into a single second. Andrea held her breath, taken aback by the deep sense of longing Rachel seemed to communicate to *her*. The magical moment was interrupted suddenly, the model turning and briskly walking away, her expression flushed and confused.

Andrea didn't bother to knock. She walked in to the room, and saw Rachel sitting next to the large mirror, her legs crossed, a towel hanging around her neck. She wore a light beige robe, the swimsuit lying discarded on the floor. "Any reason why you have your dress room at the other end of the hall, apart from everyone else's? The dust between here and there is a killer on the lungs." "The other girls don't like me." offered Rachel sourly.

"Really?" responded Andrea, surprised by her friend's tone.

"No... actually I asked for it. I like my privacy. Besides, no one else wanted it."

"Something bothering you?"

Rachel stared at herself in the mirror. Andrea came up behind her. She rested her hands on the model's shoulders.

"Maybe I have a lot on my mind."

"Like what?" whispered Andrea. She felt her friend tremble beneath her touch. She began to massage her lightly. "We've known each other for a long time Rachel. I know we don't keep in touch as much as we used to, but I'd like it if you'd get whatever is getting you down off your chest." Her tone was reassuring and gentle.

"It's... difficult to explain. Complicated" Rachel said, as if struggling with every syllable.

Andrea continued to massage Rachel's neck, her fingers caressing her shoulders and collarbone through the robe.

"I'm all ears."

Rachel tried to speak, but her voice apparently refused to cooperate. She was obviously feeling lightheaded, Andrea's relaxing touch working wonders. Her eyes began to close of their own accord.

"I must be doing a good job" mused Andrea, in a quietly playful tone. Rachel hummed approvingly, obviously lost in the moment. In her tired state, the rush of heavenly sensation was carrying her body to another place. Andrea's fingers stroked up her neck. Tracing the edge of her jawbone. With an open palm, she caressed Rachel's cheek, and the latter instinctively shifted her head to the side, rubbing her soft skin across Andrea's hand. Rachel felt her friend move behind her. Her eyes were still closed, but she knew Andrea had come around as she remained seated on the chair. She felt the soft touch of her lips as Andrea kissed her lightly on the mouth.

Her eyes flew open. Andrea was smiling like an angel. She tried to look confused, even offended, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Her eyes searched those of the woman before her, and saw a growing lust that paralleled her own.

"I don't think we should-"

"You know what I think?" Andrea interrupted, her voice soft and even, her index brushing across Rachel's lips. "I think you would have preferred that I do that last shoot with you, instead of that other girl. I also think it would have gone a lot father if it hadn't been a shoot." Rachel felt her heart race.

"I think you want me. Here... and now." She kissed her again, with mounting passion. This time, Rachel responded. They gently drifted to the floor in each other's arms, mouths still locked in the soul kiss. Their hands roamed over each other, Rachel's trembling and awkward while Andrea's were both gentle and adroit.

Breaking the kiss, she uncovered Rachel' smooth bosom, naked beneath the robe. Rachel moaned softly as Andrea, resting on top of her, lowered her mouth to her already stiff nipples. She could not believe Andrea was suckling at her breast... could not believe how hot and horny she was feeling... the need for release growing swiftly, alarmingly.

Andrea was in heaven, completely focused on her actions, with but a dim awareness of how incredibly wet she was becoming. Hoping for a mere opportunity to open the door to the seduction of her gorgeous girlfriend, she was now about to have her in her own dress room. She used her tongue expertly, teasing Rachel's nipple until she groaned, her hips bucking under Andrea, the passion driving her wild. She briskly opened the folds of the model's robe, revealing her nakedness, and shifted momentarily to the other breast, where she continued her oral teasing. She smiled wickedly at the sight of Rachel, her eyes closed once again, her whole body shuddering under her every time she bit down playfully. She continued for long, endless seconds, before Rachel's moans became louder. She moved with catlike grace, backing up on all fours until her head rested over Rachel's slit. Her eyes were hungry at the exquisite sight of her trimmed pussy, glistening with juices, begging to be licked and savored. Andrea could not wait any longer, knowing that anything could trigger Rachel's orgasm. She wanted her mouth on the woman's pussy when she came, wanted to taste her deepest essence. She lowered herself to her, and gently began teasing Rachel's clit with the tip of her tongue.

An earthquake shook through Rachel, her whole body trembling, as if trying to come apart. She managed not to alert the entire building as Andrea intensified her licking and sucking, lost in a sudden eruption of intense pleasure. Her hips bucked yet again, but Andrea's mouth was steadfast. Soon, she felt the mad rush building inside her, the awesome power about to be released. "Don't... stop... don't... ohhhh!" she said, urging Andrea on. Lights exploded before her eyes. She moaned once again, unable to stop herself. She felt herself gush all over Andrea's face, felt every nerve in her body responding to the blissful climax. Soon, her moans were replaced by sharp intakes of air, as she struggled to breathe despite the waves of ecstasy crashing inside her. Finally, she slumped back, her whole body throbbing, sweaty. She was dimly aware of Andrea's mouth, still busy on her sensitive pussy, kissing it gently, lapping up the excess of girlcum. She tasted herself when Andrea's lips came over hers, their tongues roaming and hungry for each other.

"I want you." Rachel said ardently. Andrea was all smiles. "You'll have to ask nicely."

It was Rachel's turn to grin. "Nicely? I saw how hot you were back there, during the shoot. Damn near made me loose my composure. I was getting so fucking hot just looking at you." Andrea stood up slowly, and unfastened the buttons and zipper on her jean shorts. In a few seconds she had removed them, along with her soaked panties and sneakers. She stood before Rachel, who had curled up on herself, watching with an amused smile that grew lustful as she glimpsed for the first time at Andrea's naked pussy. She stood there, arms to her hips, a seductive smile daring her to do unfathomable things. She still wore her pastel T-shirt, through which she could see her stiff nipples, but it seemed to combine with her nakedness from the waist down into the picture of a wicked and sensual amazon, beckoning her to satisfy her desires with her mouth. Rachel rose to her knees, submissively. Andrea picked up on it, and remembered the intense love-play she had enjoyed with Fey days before. "You still haven't asked" She said reproachfully. Rachel, completely naked, prostrated herself on her hands and knees, kissing Andrea's bare feet.

"Please..." she whispered.

"Louder."

"Please" begged Rachel, speaking up.

"Please what?"

"Please... let me... suck..."

"Say it!" snapped Andrea in a mock-angry tone.

"Please let me suck your pussy." God this is making horny, thought Andrea. She arched her back slightly, thrusting her hips forward.

"You want to lick my cunt, you want to eat me, is that it?"

"Yes!" Rachel implored her, still very subservient. "I want to lick you cunt... I want to make you come..."

Her hands still on her hips, Andrea nodded, as if giving a slave permission. Immediately, Rachel rose up on her knees, her hands sliding up and down her lover's legs as she proceeded to eat Andrea's cunt out voraciously. Already wet, Andrea sensed Rachel's agile tongue sliding over her pussy lips, and felt her heart slamming against the inside of her rib cage. Quickly, instinctively, Rachel's hands rose and slid behind Andrea's ass, caressing it. She continued to attack Andrea's cunt with aggressive fervor, biting gently on her clit and roughly thrusting her tongue deep inside her slit. It wasn't long before Andrea was approaching her own climax. The speed with which this liaison had become sexual, combined with the erotic nature of the morning's shoot, plus Rachel's energetic efforts, was enough to break down her resistance with surprising swiftness.

She felt Rachel's hands on her ass, massaging the cheeks, her fingers sliding in and out of her crack, teasing her anus and asshole. No one had ever caressed her quite that way, and she found herself squealing in response to Rachel's touch. The kneeling servant, ever aware of her lover's reactions to her stimuli, intensified her finger probing. As tongue centered on her clit, licking it forcefully with the tip of her tongue, her hands spread Andrea's ass cheeks, and she inserted her middle finger deep in her asshole. Andrea's strangled scream heralded the shattering climax which exploded inside her. Rachel violated her deeper and deeper with her finger while her mouth continued to suck her pussy with determination and love.




Chain Letter Ch. 2



The woman continued to shake, the strength in her legs quickly fading. Somehow, she managed to retain her equilibrium, perhaps because she was almost bracing herself on Rachel. In the minutes that followed, Andrea staggered towards and sat on the lone chair next to the mirror, trying to catch her breath, her body still glowing in the aftermath of the passionate encounter. Rachel rose to her feet, picking her robe up but making no move to put it back on. She came close to Andrea and kissed her softly on the cheek. They were quiet for sometime. It was an awkward and heavy silence.

"What is it?" Andrea eventually asked.

Rachel looked away, not answering. Finally, she managed a gentle whisper. "I... I want you to know, I'm not angry or upset about what just happened. In a way, I... I think it was meant to be. But..."

Words failed her again, and she looked down, locked in some kind of deep emotional quandary.

"There is someone else" Andrea said, in a tone that suggested she was half-guessing.

Rachel nodded curtly.

Andrea looked down, wondering if this was the time to spill the beans regarding what she had seen the week before. But as she was about to speak, she was silenced by a kiss from Rachel. Her eyes snapped up, staring up to her friend's gentle smile.

"God, Andrea... I don't want to betray my lover's trust, but I can't get you out of my mind. I..."

Andrea shushed her. "Don't say any more, baby. Think it over. If you want to see me again, just call me." She hesitated before adding, "If you want me to forget about this, I won't. I can't. But it can be our own little secret."

Andrea could see the emotions conflicting inside her.

"No," Rachel finally said, "I won't forget this. I love her, but I can't live without you either. Maybe I can... explain this to her. Hell, maybe we can..."

Andrea smiled, amused by the turn of events. Some instinct prompted her to cut Rachel off. "Not yet, baby. Maybe later. Let's enjoy this little affair for a while, just the two of us. What do you say?" Rachel smiled wickedly. "We should have done this years ago."

Andrea's kiss was long and sweet. "I know."

To be continued in part 3...



Chain Letter Ch. 3



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Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange chain-letter through e-mail, discover that two mutual friends (Vivian and Rachel) are also engaged in a secret relationship. Both women agree to seduce the unknowing couple separately...

 1.

Andrea sneaked into the kitchen, dropping her suitcase and smiling at Fey, sitting at the large dinner table.

"Afternoon, dear. Mmmmm..." Her kiss was deep and enthusiastic, her tongue dancing inside Fey's eager mouth. She reached over from behind, snaking around Fey, who shifted in her seat to accommodate her. Andrea caught a glimpse of several balance sheets, interest reports and investment accounts covering the smooth, varnished surface of the table. "What are you doing? Keeping up with the paperwork?"

Fey smiled warmly, still flushed by the kiss. Every time Andrea came in from work, she could look forward to a delightful interlude. "Yeah, we have a charity auction in two weeks. I'm working on projections."

"The work of the rich and beautiful fundraiser is never done, mmmh?" Andrea teased, pulling up a chair and sitting down right next to Fey. She took off the jacket that hung over her white blouse, dropping it on the backrest, and kicked off her shoes.

"Well, I *do* have to catch up. I was... a tad busy this afternoon."

Andrea grinned, interested in the implication behind the slight pause. "Vivian?" she ventured.

Fey winked at her, with a wicked expression on her face.

"And just exactly what kind of activity caused that delay?" Andrea inquired eagerly.

Fey stood up slowly, clasping Andrea's hand in her own and pulling her up from the chair she had just sat in. "How about we get you out of these clothes and I can tell you" she said softly.

2.

Office Hours were brisk and hectic at Wilsons and Wilsons. Fey arrived around one-thirty, not bothering to schedule an appointment. The secretary gave her the usual routine speech until Fey coerced her into calling Vivian, at which point the lawyer ran out of her private office to welcome Fey with open arms.

They sat in comfortable leather sofa-chairs, next to the large desk cluttered with files, papers and legal documents, and chatted for a while. Vivian complained about her heavy case load, but expressed a dire and genuine need to go out on a girl's night one of these days, for old times' sake. Fey filled her in on the small changes in her own life, somehow managing not to mention Andrea, as well as the rather drastic changes in her sexual preferences. She also dropped subtle hints to the effect that this was much more than a social call. Eventually, the usual banter between girlfriends gave way to the affair at hand. Vivian crossed her legs, right over left knee, and Fey did not fail to notice her long legs.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, sensing that Fey had come for a specific reason.

"It's a bit embarrassing, really" Fey told her. "I'm here for your advice. Both as a lawyer and as a friend."

"Certainly," Vivian assured her, her hands coming together on her knee. "What can I do?" Fey recounted the details of the fictitious incident with perfect skill and timing. The slight tremor in her voice was reminiscent of latent nervousness, as was her subtle avoidance of Vivian's soft, hazel eyes. It immediately triggered an alarm in Vivian's head, since Fey was really *not* the kind of person to break down under any kind of pressure... a child born into a wealth, raised sensibly by loving parents who encouraged her talents and interests, a woman who studied and worked hard, became heir to a sizable family fortune-and had the skill to do it well... Fey was *never* upset about her work.

Vivian focused attentively on Fey's words, trying to gleam some kind of understanding. A fellow chairperson, in charge of a mutual charity fund Fey supposedly administered in concert with a corporate partnership in the private sector, had made advances to her. This person also happened to be the key to the company's ultimate approval of a very large and generous charity donation.

"Advances?" Vivian inquired worriedly. "What this man do?"

Fey breathed in deeply, managed an acutely embarrassed look. "Uh, actually... it was a... 'she'"

She glimpsed Vivian's reaction, a concerned frown followed by a gentle nod.

"What did this... person do?"

Fey did her best to look flustered. "She began massaging my shoulders following a late night meeting to go over some figures. We were both tired, I was pretty racked, maybe even a bit tense. Maybe she noticed I was a little stressed out, and wanted to help me get rid of it. It all seemed rather innocent at first."

Vivian nodded, concentrating on Fey's every word. "Go on."

"I had a funny feeling. Her hands were caressing me at times. She lingered a bit much. I didn't think much of it at first. Her perfume smelled nice... when I finally stood up... began stepping closer."

Her pause went on for several heartbeats.

"She... walked into my arms. It was all very strange. I didn't really fight it. I was... surprised. It only became uncomfortable when her cheek stroked mine. Her hands moved around my hips and brought me closer to her body. I felt her against me..."

Fey still observed Vivian from the corner of her eye, noting her friend's impassible stare. Her thoughts briefly returned to that strange e-mail that had been sent by Andrea. Despite what she and her lover suspected, she knew she still had to tweak her story slightly, eliminating the notion of a coercive act and win the lawyer's sympathy... and seduce her.

"I felt her lips against me. It was like a dream... like I was outside myself. I couldn't quite believe what she was doing... I never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this..."

Vivian reached out from the adjacent sofa with her right hand, covering Fey's in a gentle and supportive way as she began shaking like a leaf. "It's OK... don't worry, I'm listening... Did you get a chance to struggle? Did anyone see the both of you?"

"No..." Fey whispered, eyes glued to the carpeted floor, "I ... I didn't really *want* to fight it."

Vivian shifted slightly on the sofa, her leg brushing momentarily and involuntarily against Fey's. "Was she pressuring you in other ways?" she asked softly. "Did she tell you this was the only way her company would hand over the money to the charity?"

Fey shook her head. "I wasn't thinking about that. I wasn't thinking... about anything. Her breath was sweet... I don't think I could have broken away... even if I had wanted to."

Vivian frowned, and for an infinitesimal moment, seemed unsure of herself, unable to understand. Her hand, still covering Fey's, squeezed gently. "Don't take this the wrong way Fey... I just want to be absolutely sure... do you think it may have something to do with the fact that this person pressured you, and may have... confused you a little?"

She was hesitating, struggling with her words, unsure what to imply, unsure of what her words meant or insinuated. Fey remained silent for a time, and finally brought her other hand to cover Vivian's. "I don't think it was wrong for me to kiss her back... It didn't feel wrong..." she murmured. Vivian's visage betrayed conflicting emotions, but the trembling of her hand was all the indication Fey needed. She could feel Vivian's pulse race as she cradled her right hand, and her fingers enlaced those of the beautiful, professional woman who was attempting to comfort her.

"I'm not saying it's wrong..." Vivian finally said, "but... what I mean is..." her voice trailed off, her concentration broken by Fey's gentle caress. Despite the delicate tan of her skin, she seemed to be blushing.

A moment later, she sighed, brushing long strands of black hair behind her ear with her left hand. Then, her words came out softly, diplomatically. "If she did something that was against your will, then what she did was wrong. Was it... unwanted? Is that why... you came...?"

Fey's dark green eyes were filled with guilt, submissively kept downward. Her voice was becoming softer and softer with each response, as if she were sinking deeper and deeper into a dream "I'm not sure..."

"You're not sure she forced herself on you," Vivian whispered, "...or you're not sure you didn't want her..." Fey's eyes suddenly rose to meet Vivian's, and spoke tender words that send a current running through her spine. "Have you ever wondered how it would be?"

Vivian lost herself in Fey's mesmerizing gaze. For a moment, she was caught between long, eternal seconds, caught in the soft beauty of the woman whose caressing fingers were sending shivers that warmed her entire body. Then, sharply, she looked away, pulling her hands to her, shattering the spell. She quickly stood up and reached for a tissue box behind her desk, as if to hand it to Fey. Her heart and mind fought for control as her body shook with growing passion, trying to reassert control.

She felt a warm hand on her shoulder, felt herself being turned slowly around. Felt arms sliding around her delicate hips. Her own arms remained at her sides, unwilling to fight the sudden embrace. Fey's breath was hot on her lips. Her mouth opened, her body trembling momentarily as she immersed herself in the slow, languorous kiss. Seconds trickled by as Fey continued, her fingers rising in Vivian's back, caressing the curve of her spine through the rich fabric of her executive garb, pulling her closer. Vivian relinquished all control, this new spell melting away any and all resistance. Halfway through the kiss, she opened her mouth, accepting Fey's eager, probing tongue. Finally, she pulled back, catching her breath, her body warm, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, a wetness seeping between her legs.

Fey's breath was sweet and intoxicating. "Please" she begged, "I... need you... want you..." Vivian's body responded to the plea, her assertiveness reborn in an explosion of sudden, intense, undeniable lust. She lowered her mouth down upon Fey's, brushing her lips teasingly against hers.

"Let me" she said simply. They turned together, like a waltzing couple, Vivian in the lead. She pushed Fey back against her desk, graciously guiding her up on it's cold, wooden edge. Her hand caressed its way down Fey's chest and hips, her fingertips brushing against the white cotton shirt, sliding under the long folds of her light peach skirt, searching out the thin fabric of her panties. Fey breathed in sharply at the sensation of the woman's fingers on her pubis, only to relax moments later, an half-embarrassed, half-wanton smile on her lips. Vivian began to tease her, stroking her lightly, feeling her pussy heat and wetness through the cotton material.

"What did you want that woman to do?" Vivian breathed lustfully. Fey's legs parted instantly, accommodating Vivian's delicious ministrations.

"Oh...!" she cooed softly, before catching her breath. She gazed at Vivian's wicked smile, at the mischief in her eyes... totally lost in the delicious song of her fingers on her cunt. "I... wanted..."

"You wanted her to lick your pussy, my dear" Vivian stated matter-of-factly, 1with the assurance of a woman in complete charge of the situation.

Fey moaned in approval, the burning inside her pussy becoming unbearable. Her knees parted even farther, while Vivian continued to masturbate her.

"Do you know how it feels?" whispered Vivian, in lustful rhetoric, "To have a woman making you come? ... to have a woman's tongue teasing, stroking... licking your pussy?"

Fey's stifled a squeal as Vivian's hand shamelessly slipped inside her panties, her fingers probing deep into her moist slit. She was lost in her part, becoming the enraptured, consumed neonate, driven to the edge by the lovely, experienced woman who was meticulously finger-fucking her in her own office, only a few feet away from her secretary and the rest of the service staff. All sense of control was slipping away, replaced by libidinous desire and impassioned wantonness.

"My... my... my" commented Vivian, her tone seemingly as indifferent as if she were reading court transcripts, "you're completely wet down there..." Her eyes had lost none of their mischief, and delighted in seeing Fey reacting with such abandon to her attentions. "Surely you've been thinking nasty thoughts... I bet you've been thinking about her all the way to my office..." Vivian's tone of voice was lewd, echoing Fey's obvious enjoyment of her gentle touch. She pulled her hand out from Fey's cunt, and brought her fingers to her mouth, savoring her juices, shamelessly and gingerly sucking on each digit as she stared directly in the woman's eyes, obviously enjoying the taste. Fey shook and trembled, her legs parted immodestly, her skirt pulled back, her soaked panties laid bare.

Vivian slowly got on her knees, while Fey's legs shifted, knees coming together accommodatingly while the lawyer pulled the panties off effortlessly, down the thighs, past the knees, the ankles and the pair of white high-heeled shoes. She threw them aside while Fey spread herself once again, her hands leaning back for support on the desk as she offered herself. Vivian's knees rested on the soft carpet, eyes level with the beautiful sight of her friend's hot, flushed, wet pussy.

"Mmmmm... you are going to taste soooo good."

Fey closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip, feeling Vivian's warm tongue licking her dripping cunt. Her whole body shook uncontrollably, the spasms of pleasure making it difficult for her to breathe. She began to shift up and down on the edge of the desk, following the rhythm of Vivian's licks.

"Oh... OHHH... Ohhhh Viv!" she spat out, in short, breathless cries. Vivian smiled wickedly, her tongue delving deeper inside, parting Fey's sweet little slit. She lapped up her sweet juices, which now coated her mouth and dripped down her chin. She nibbled at Fey's clit, smiling as it produced half-stifled squeals.

Fey's head and back arched as her fingers rigidly gripped the desk, knuckles becoming white under the effort. Her entire body was burning, begging for release, breaking under the strain of Vivian's merciless, passionate assault. She was locked in heavenly torment, in a maelstrom of pleasure, seducing her friend with the sweet essence flowing freely from her cunt. Her awareness dimmed, centering on her hot slit, the feel of her labia being parted by her lover's enchanting tongue... She squealed, calling out her name as she came, not caring if she was heard, only aware of her pussy opening up like a flower, drenching Vivian's face with a torrent of her juices as she climaxed.

She shook, long and hard, legs wrapped around Vivian's soft neck, her pussy riding her friend's face... she felt her soft, dark curls caressing the inside of her tights as the orgasm continued to rage through her... and slowly leaned back on the desk, still quivering in the glowing aftermath of the incredible climax that had almost shaken her apart. She took a moment to catch her breath, sweat pooling between her breasts, her shirt clinging to her skin as she shifted her balance forward.

"Oh... Vivian... I can't believe... that was amazing..." Though she struggled to reassert the part of the lesbian neonate, she most certainly did not hide her appreciation of Vivian's loving skills. The lawyer stood up, lightly brushing the fingers of her left hand against her glistening lips, rubbing female juices into her skin, while she caressed Fey's labia with the right, still very much in control of the situation.

"Is... that what you wanted from that woman?" she asked Fey softly.

"Not... all of it..." Fey answered, smiling blissfully. She slid off the desk like a siren returning to the sea, her long auburn hair flowing over her shoulders as she leaned over and licked her juices off Vivian's waiting tongue. They kissed once again, their tongues thrusting deeply in each other's mouths, the eagerness of their first moments together giving way to a deeper, more consuming intimacy.

Fey's hands quickly rose to fondle Vivian's heavy bosom, restrained inside the tight and formal business shirt and jacket. She wore a navy blue striped suit that accommodated her feminine curves while giving her a commanding presence, and Fey's nimble fingers briefly stopped caressing the heavy orbs through the dense material to delicately and quickly unfasten the buttons that held the treasure she sought. Instantly, effortlessly, the jacket fell to the floor behind, and Fey contemplated the low cut white blouse Vivian wore underneath. Her arousal grew as she noticed the firm outline of Vivian's protruding nipples, which she caressed immediately. Her friend was not wearing a bra underneath, and moaned approvingly under Fey's tender touch.

The buttoned folds of the blouse were soon parted, revealing Vivian's beautiful, shapely breasts. Fey was mesmerized by the spectacle, her lover smiling a secret smile, her hand still massaging Fey's drenched pussy, indulging her to continue caressing her tits. The woman sighed as she felt Fey's warm fingers slide against her skin, wrapping around her breasts and kneading the heavy, firm flesh. Her pink nipples hardened almost painfully, the unearthly sensation of Fey's graceful caress sending her mind reeling.

Fey's head leaned down. She paused for a moment, as if to hesitate. "Yes... Fey... please... don't be afraid..." urged Vivian, just as Fey had hoped. Her lips pursed into an 'o', and she slid them over the areola of Vivian's left breast. She ran her tongue roughly against the nipple, before sucking on it gently. Vivian's left hand continue to caress the folds of Fey's pussy, but the right rose and lost itself in the rich mane of her lover's soft hair, pressing down urgently on the back of Fey's head, guiding her mouth to her bosom like a mother would a suckling child's.

"Yes... don't be afraid... don't be afraid..." she soothed in a dreamlike voice. Fey increased her sucking, biting down on the large nipple before lazily teasing it with the very tip of her tongue. Then, using her pink tongue, she began tracing lazy circles down the slope of the breast and up the other, tasting the salty sweat off Vivian's moist skin. Slowly but surely, she was assuming control of the situation, Vivian loosing herself in an ocean of yearnings. She continued to lick and suck, her face buried in the heat of Vivian's flesh. She reached down with her hand, snaking underneath the lawyer's tight, business skirt, feeling for the softness of panties. As the tip of her fingers encountered warmth and wetness, Fey smiled at the delightful surprised-Vivian was not wearing any. She deftly brushed past her pussy lips, and slowly, into the dampness of her vagina.

Vivian breathed in sharply, and Fey felt her chest rise up and down as she continued to slide her fingers in and out of her pussy.. She felt the lawyer's sweet and abundant juices running down her knuckles and palm, and felt the yearning to sample of Vivian's elixir. She continued to finger fuck her friend until the latter couldn't stand anymore, trembling and moaning, desperate for release.

"Fey... please... oh... don't!"

She let out a frustrated moan as Fey stopped. When their eyes met, Fey nodded to the nearby couch.

"Your turn..."

Vivian's skirt dropped to the floor after a quick motion, and the white blouse, damp with her sweat, quickly followed. Fey slid over to the couch, reclining in the soft leather, her head gently resting on one of the armrests.




Chain Letter Ch. 3



"Come to me" she beseeched her.

Vivian walked over, lifting a leg over Fey's head and bringing down her knee on the armrest. She loomed over her, using the couch for support, and lowered herself on Fey's smiling face.

Fey's delicate tongue began its loving exploration, sliding up and down Vivian's pussy with affectionate attention, while her hands rose underneath the woman's ass, cradling it. Vivian felt the soft fingers caressing the warm flesh, supporting her while she was being carefully eaten out with growing lust and enthusiasm. Finally, here in her office, she surrendered to Fey's sweet, passionate song, moaning with abandon. Climax was quickly upon her, and she felt herself capsize over the edge. Her hips buckled, and Fey thrust her tongue deep inside her as she came, her body wracked by spasms.

She leaned down into the couch, pressing down, trying to steady herself as the climax continued to rage inside her. Finally, she steadied herself, the storm ebbing and flowing out of her, Fey's mouth still glued to her slit.

"Oh... Fey... that was wonderful..."

Fey giggled, her tongue still lapping up Vivian's wetness, mashing her lips against her cunt in a sexual kiss which went on long, enchanting minutes.

3.

Dinner that night was sensational. Fey and Andrea sat face to face, naked, their legs around each other's hips. Around them, the glow of candles illuminated the remains of a terrific meal, mussels served in a succulent wine and garlic sauce, which they had carefully and lovingly fed each other. They gazed in each other's eyes silently in the aftermath of the romantic feast, their love speaking words their lips could not.

"Did the secretary find out what you had been doing?" asked Andrea, referring to Fey's earlier escapade with Vivian.

"Well," mused Fey facetiously, "she didn't transfer any calls while we were together..." She paused, brushing her index on her lips. "Then again, she did give me a strange look when I strolled out of the office." Her playful smile quickly reflected itself on Andrea's lips. Both women giggled like schoolgirls.

"I wish I could have been there" confessed Andrea, her hands caressing Fey's shoulders. "It must have been an Oscar winning performance."

Fey beamed proudly. "Maybe so-but let's not forget your little contribution, which all made it possible, eh?" She paused, cocking her head slightly to one side. "*Now* do you believe the e-mail had something to do with it?"

Andrea shifted slightly, leaning closer to Fey's naked form, aware of the powerful feelings stirring inside her. "I dunno, Fey. Somehow it bothers me to think that all this may be happening because I received and then forwarded a dumb e-mail." She was aware, then, of a slight sensitivity around the subject, a nagging fear that the close examination of her feelings-and all relevant causes that led to uncovering such-might unravel the spontaneous magic that had so brightened her life. She felt as a dreamer, whisked away to imaginary bliss, and instinctively fearful of ascertaining a dark truth or cold element of logic that would dispel the wonderful fantasy.

"We'll never wake up from this dream, love" said Fey, as if reading her mind. To reassure her, she brought her lips softly upon Andrea's, running them across her mouth. Her fingertips brushed her lover's nipples, hardening them. "I'm not bothered that it opened my eyes, that it allowed us to discover something wonderful within ourselves, something we could share together. That gift was for Rachel and Vivian as well."

Andrea's blood raced as she initiated a kiss of her own, Fey's sweet words stirring her passion. The mere thought of what she shared with Fey, the earnest profession of this love by the object of her affection-her obsession-never failed to light a fire inside her.

"Speaking of Rachel and Viv," Andrea whispered between kisses, "what about the slight predicament you and I seem to have embroiled ourselves in, mmh?" Fey sighed, feeling Andrea's hot breath sliding down her cheek and into her ear.

"Well, I don't see why you and I... shouldn't... benefit... from a little... outside experience... wouldn't you say?"

Andrea's lips brushed against Fey's delicate ear, the tip of her tongue dancing over the arch. She felt Fey shiver as she held her closer. "Indulging ourselves?" she said huskily, "Sounds like a good idea... I'd hate to initiate an affair with another woman only to end it right away..."

"Vivian still needs to make sure that I'm well guided on the path to my 'newfound' identity... would be a shame to turn her generous offer down..." Fey answered back, on the same lusty tone.

They laughed. Kissed. Made love upon the floor, unhurriedly, until the early morning hours. Their naked bodies spoke amorous words, sang passionate songs, testified to unabashed emotions, a trust that lived even as they sought to seduce respective mistresses... they fell back in each other's arms, whispering all, hiding nothing, alive with a passion burning brighter.

4.

'The Labrys' appeared a small and modest cabaret from the street, but once inside, Andrea was somewhat pleased by the low key, haunting atmosphere. There were several couples sitting about, all of them women, but the dim, exotic arrangement of lights gave the club an almost cabalistic air, making it a shadowy private and mysterious place where women could freely love women, without a care for the rest of the world.

She looked at her watch. 8:12 PM. Rachel would be meeting her here soon. She had forwarded the address to her via e-mail a few days ago, when they had made plans to meet in secret for a night together. Andrea had never heard of the place before, but looked forward to her first visit to a lesbian club. She strode past the starlit dance floor and the female couples enthusiastically swaying to the sharp, recognizable rhythm of a seventies song revamped to a 90's techno edge, carefully stepping up to the bar.

She caught the eye of the bartender, a tall blonde wearing a tight black shirt with the bar's name displayed in fluorescent letters, and, feeling a bit adventurous, motioned at one of the brands on tap before holding up her index finger. The woman nodded while the loud music blared on, and brought Andrea a tall glass of imported dark-red Canadian beer, with a hint of foam at the top. Andrea paid promptly, and made for one of the tables nearby, in a dark corner next to the unused stage.

"First time here?" asked a voice behind her, just as she got there. Andrea smiled, deposited the glass upon the table, turned, and brought her arms up, reaching for Rachel's beautiful face. They kissed briefly and amorously, drawing little attention from other women around them.

"It's nice to see you again, Rachel" Andrea whispered in her ear. "You look fabulous!" She took the time to give Rachel another once over, wondering half-jokingly if other women in the club might not be gawking at her date in envy. Her date's rich, full lips were of a dark red shade of lipstick, and her eyes shone in a strange shade of pale green, contacts which had an almost hypnotic effect-further emphasized by delicate, masterful use of eye-shadow, and a hint of rouge on her delicate cheeks. The smooth curves of her lithe body, tautly covered by the glistening fabric of her black, low-cut dress, invited

Andrea's eyes to roam, filling her with a growing feeling of amorous excitement. They moved to the table, Andrea pulling up a chair and sitting down. Rachel moved gracefully next to her, floating down on the edge of her chair and crossing her long supple legs gently.

"Quite a bustling place you invited me to-didn't look this busy from outside" Andrea's eyes moved from one side of the place to the other, becoming used to the darkness. Rachel shrugged as she motioned to a nearby waitress, who acquiesced at once with a nod. She made for the bar, presumably to fetch her usual.

"I've been here a handful of times, and it's always been fun."

"Alone?" risked Andrea, aware of the possible danger in breaching the subject. Rachel's smile was mischievous, and not at all bothered by the question. She ran her hand carefully through her hair, as if to thrill Andrea. "Yes, but it's no reason not to share it tonight with you."

Andrea's answer was to slowly run her leg up Rachel's own, feeling the smooth skin. She felt slightly intoxicated to be in such proximity to her again, party to a clandestine meeting in a new, exciting kind of place. She was wearing a simple white tank-top which emphasized her ample cleavage, a short black skirt which fell to mid-thigh and black stiletto heels. Her nipples protruded shamelessly through the thin fabric, a true measure of her growing arousal. The waitress, young and petite, was scantily dressed in a provocative red leather outfit, and brought Rachel a Gin Tonic promptly, smiling secretly at Rachel as she noticed Andrea's sensual stroking. She quickly turned to other customers after collecting for the drink, leaving the two lovebirds alone.

Andrea and Rachel talked for a while, occasionally stopping for spontaneous moments of kissing and stroking, unhurried and natural. Meanwhile. alternating rhythms of a myriad of music styles ranging from hard rock to ballads blared on. The clientele seemed diverse yet refined, all of them evidently attired at great expense, from the demure and conservative dress of female corporate executives to the shocking and exciting fashion statements of attractive women uncaring of labels. Andrea took in the scene, scarcely surprised by Rachel's discerning taste in clubs. In her friend's world, glamour and wealth were job benefits, and it seemed that her changing tastes in sexual matters wasn't going to change that.

They remained in the quiet corner, enjoying their drinks before ordering more. Rachel spoke of various shoots she had been doing, while Andrea listened intently. She crept close to Rachel, hanging on every word, playing up the part of the enthralled groupie somewhat. Between the alcohol, her excitement of her seduction game, the strange mixture of female scents in the club and the exhilaration she felt at drinking in an exclusive lesbian club catering to a wealthy clientele, she almost felt like she had borrowed someone else's life, and decided to enjoy it as much as possible. It was not long before she reached over to Rachel, her arm sliding around her waist, drawing her closer, her mouth brushing her neck, planting soft kisses below her ear while her clandestine lover enjoyed her attentions passively.

"I hope your sweetheart won't find us here tonight" Andrea whispered, aroused once again by the notion that she had become Rachel's 'mistress'. Little did her quarry know that she was secretly thrilled by the knowledge that Fey and Vivian were, in fact, together at this very moment; through a careful arrangement masterminded by Andrea, she had made sure that both she and Fey would be able to mutually explore their respective sides of the affair that very night.

"You keep asking about her-I'm just worried that you'll end up having an affair with her too" answered Rachel breathlessly, enjoying the feel of Andrea's breath on her neck.

Andrea giggled as she nibbled Rachel's ear. "Mmmm... I'd rather have you both at the same time" she said huskily, passion mounting inside her.

Rachel turned her head slightly, locking eyes with Andrea. She was silent for a moment, the hunger in her gaze testifying to conflicting emotions... lust, fear, love, confusion... Andrea tilted her head, her forehead touching Rachel's as she continued to stare into her eyes. She kissed the tip of her nose, as if to dispel her worries, and clasped her left hand as she rose from her seat.

"C'mon, let's dance" she said.

5.

The floor was a tad crowded, but many of the couples held each other close as multicolored lights flooded the semi-darkness in that corner of the club. Andrea felt confident, almost daring, as she strode into the area with Rachel one her arm. Women around them were in a universe by themselves, together with their partners, concerned with little else. She caught a glimpse of several couples engaged in deep, French kissing, unabashed, shameless, audacious. She turned to Rachel, her hands circling her waist and slowly bringing her body close to hers. Rachel's arms rose to Andrea's shoulders, her fingers wrapping around the base of her neck. Their bodies began swinging to their own rhythm, oblivious to the music or the other women around them. Andrea felt Rachel's ample breasts press against her own, and slid one of her hands down her lover's back, to rest it against her ass. Against each other, feeling the heat rise between them as they turned leisurely, their lips came together naturally. The playful, sweet kiss quickly bloomed into a fervent, open- mouthed communion, tongues probing each other in a celebration of sapphic lust. Andrea lost herself in the tempest of rousing passion, intoxicated by Rachel's captivating beauty, excited by the web of seduction she had woven around the gorgeous model, impatient for what the next few hours would bring.

Their lips fervently sought each other, opening and closing as their tongues gently danced together, slipping hotly, exploring reverently, tasting of each other. Their heaving bosoms mashed against each other, and they felt the hardness of their nipples rubbing through fabric, while their hips stroked against each other's legs, releasing sharp flashes of pleasure coursing through their ravishing bodies. They melted into each other, the kiss sparking a burning passion that was quickly consuming them.

Their mutual humping intensified as they continued to kiss with complete abandon, nearing the peak of their mutual desire for each other. The music, lights and darkness whirled around them, so many galaxies spinning out of control, as their passion exploded, releasing the fiery energies of their lust, fusing their souls in a glorious, fervent, wonderful moment.

They came up for air a minute after, bodies trembling, faces flushed and skin slick with the sweat of expended energies. Their eyes locked, thoughts reeling, jumbled, hearts pounding. Somewhere, light years away, a few female voices clapped and cheered, happy witnesses who no doubt appreciated the spectacular fireworks which had consumed the both of them.

Andrea was lost in Rachel's eyes. "Let's get out of here" she urged.

Rachel's lovely smile made her skin grow hotter. "Come with me..."

6.

The city lights were like a galaxy of stars dispersed on the swarthy ground, crisscrossed by avenues and towers of bright lights. The view from the 34th floor penthouse suite of the Ritz Carlton was a breathtaking, romantic spectacle. Nearby, Cordon Rouge chilled in a silver tray filled with ice, while two half-filled champagne flutes rested on a glass table next to it. Upon the beige carpet floor, high heeled shoes, panties, a robe, skirt and sweater lay in a scattered path that led to the sumptuous double bed upon which two women gingerly and lovingly sought mutual ecstasy in sapphic intimacy.

Andrea breasts chafed against the tan bedcovers, her knees pushing deeply into the soft mattress, her hands wrapped around one of the soft white pillows at the head of the bed, her ass arched up, offered for Rachel's careful, tender attentions. Her voice quivered again as she called out Rachel's name, feeling her lovely face nuzzle in her nether regions, slick with wetness. Andrea felt her tongue enter her once again, from behind, and moaned between pants, reeling at the sensations of her pussy lips parting to accommodate the gorgeous model's lovely, slithering organ. For the last twenty minutes, she had been a slave to pleasure's torment, subservient to Rachel's careful, calculated stroking, her whole body transformed into a lightning rod, struck by fulgurations of ecstasy at the feel of ever lick.

Rachel, grinning devilishly, ceased her gentle teasing of Andrea's dripping cunt and lathered the soft skin between her lover's slit and asshole with a sweet mixture of her juices and her own saliva. She paid careful attention to her anus, before liking up to the tight opening, animated by bewitching, overpowering urges.

Her soft hand rose, tending to Andrea's wet pussy, her fingers stroking over the soft folds before sliding deep inside Andrea effortlessly.

"Ohhh! Ohhh! Rachel! Please!" Andrea panted, her breathless voice begging for release, "please... please... fuh... fuh fuck me... lick me... fuh... finger me! Don't... stop!!!" Rachel's smile grew as she intensified the motion of her deft fingers, and her tongue circled around Andrea's asshole like a frantic snake.

Andrea's howled as Rachel's tongue slipped inside her ass... as her lover's index and middle fingers slid deep inside her hot cunt. She pushed back, her bottom arching up into her beautiful lover's face, while she felt a wave surging inside her. A maelstrom was growing furiously as Rachel's tongue slid deeper and deeper, her hole widening to accommodate her. Juice-coated fingers furiously stretched her slit as they penetrated her, bringing her closer to a shattering orgasm... in those last few moments, lost in a torrent of fiery sensations, she gave herself freely over... mistress to her lover for a night of passion... a slave to her lust for Rachel as she was a prisoner of love to Fey... Her screams echoed in the many, luxurious rooms of the dim suite, without crossing the threshold of the thick walls and the faraway, heavy door. Amid the trappings of glamour and opulence, she came and came, brought to supreme sexual ecstasy by a woman who belonged here. The seducer now seduced, she shook and cried and trembled as Rachel reaped her reward, delivering her sweet secret love to heavenly and fearsome release even as she ravished her in ways she dreamt of only in her deepest, darkest fantasies...

Rachel trust forth, with fingers and tongue, until the wonderful spasms subsided, draining her to the point of exhaustion. Andrea collapsed promptly face down upon the bed, her pussy oozing of her sweet nectar onto the bed sheets, a slender trail of saliva dripping down Rachel's chin, where it thinned to a glistening strand that descended in her sweet love's ass. The ravishing model lowered her head, affectionately lapping up her saliva from Andrea's lovely crack, before following the upwards curve with her sensitive tongue, and down the middle of her back. She tasted the slick sweat off Andrea's skin, pooling between her delicate shoulders, while she listened to Andrea's sweet, soft murmurs...

(End of part 3. Stay tuned for part 4... the final chapter of the story...)



Chain Letter Ch. 4



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Summary: Andrea and Fey, lovers since they have received a strange chain-letter through e-mail, have respectively seduced two mutual friends, Vivian and Rachel. The time for the disclosure of their mutual affairs is at hand...

1.

The west wind blew softly in their faces as the stars twinkled overhead, barely obscured by a radiant moon suspended in the cloudless night sky. The distant sound of crashing waves rumbled in their ears as they walked barefoot on the fine sandy dunes, fingers enlaced as they held hands. The beach was deserted this time of night, leaving them alone with their thoughts, and each other.

"She has your heart, doesn't she?" asked Rachel softly.

Andrea turned to her, strands of hair dancing in the breeze. She searched Rachel's eyes, silently.

"Yes. She does," she confessed, surprised that Rachel, who never breached the subject, suddenly spoke of her secret lover. Andrea drew close, adding in a murmur, "Although as you once told me... I can't live without you..."

They kissed, softly, unhurriedly, as they had often for the last three months. Their hands caressed each other through light cotton dresses, feeling the warmth and softness of their bodies.

Andrea had been methodical as the affair had unfolded, dropping suggestive hints of her involvement with another woman. In a way, it had been fairly easy for Rachel to guess; there had been no word of another man in Andrea's life since George-in itself uncharacteristic-yet she had made various comments which implied both a kind of steady relationship, and the relative need to be rather subtle and low-key about it. Rachel has merely connected the dots.

"Tell me about her..." Rachel said, as they resumed their walk.

Andrea's stared at the far away darkness, as if to behold Fey's enchanting face. "She's beautiful... intelligent... sensitive... she warms my heart every time she smiles... she fills me with a kind of joy I never knew existed..."

The words felt awkward in her mouth, insufficient to describe the depth of her feelings. "It's as if my soul had been fractured in two long ago... and the pieces had suddenly been reunited."

She gazed downwards, slightly flustered. Rachel smiled warmly. "She sounds like quite a woman... maybe I'll have to meet her sometime."

Andrea suppressed a mischievous grin. Curiosity was getting the best of Rachel... If she only knew, she thought.

"Wellll..." Andrea replied, "maybe I can meet *your* girlfriend sometime, how about that?"

Rachel's eyes shifted momentarily sideways, no doubt thinking exactly what had gone through Andrea's mind a second ago. "Well then, we'll have to be careful. They might be so angry because of our respective infidelities they'll break up with us and leave together."

Andrea exploded in laughter, trying not to sound hysterical. God, if she only knew!!! Fey and Vivian we together at his very moment!

Her body pressed closer to Rachel's, and she slid her arms around her waist. "I guess we better make the best of it while we still can..."

They closed their eyes as their lips met.

2.

The 'trap' was set.

After months spent enjoying private pleasures, sharing their exploits between bouts of intense lovemaking, Andrea and Fey were ready. Ready to end the secret of their respective affairs... but not the fact of their existence.

The time was right. The risk of Vivian and Rachel confiding in each other could only increase, and the fact that neither Andrea or Fey had remained single during this time might, interpreted in a larger context, lead either of the other two women to draw conclusions.

Saturday evening, barring any last-minute cancellation, Vivian and Rachel would drop by Fey's place for a get-together between girls, following a gracious invitation. Andrea spent the week going over the luxury apartment she and Fey now shared, getting most of her things stashed in one of the many closets in order to making sure no one would know she'd been practically living there these last few months.

She still dropped by her own place from time to time, 'maintaining the illusion', picking up mail and messages, but wasn't even bothering to heat it anymore. The rent was no bother considering the money she was now making, and besides, it was useful to have a second place to herself, for impromptu meetings with Rachel.

'Girls night' was set. It was the first time all four would be together since a similar event the year before. Andrea and Fey both made a point of not seeing their respective mistresses the whole week prior, hoping to build a little bit of sexual tension.

It would be, after all, a very special night indeed.

3.

Fey, who had taken quite an interest in the art of gourmet cooking in her teenage years, outdid herself with the menu: roasted delmonico veal in medeira sauce alongside India rice and a salad of watercress kissed with a balsamic vinaigrette, garnished with lavender. She joked along as she prepared the extravagant feast all of Saturday afternoon, telling Andrea about the times she had cajoled her family cook, a severe but kind-hearted Frenchman, into teaching her the fine art of culinary seduction. Andrea watched her work with wonder, helping out when she could and briefly stepping out for a moment to purchase enough wine for the evening: a bottle of Château Latour red, one of Beaujolais nouveau, two bottles of white Montrachet, and two Château d'Aqueria rosés.

By four-thirty, everything was ready. The two hosts resolved to open one of the white wine bottles, moving to the living room as the veal roasted in the oven, kissing amorously on the sofa while they waited for Rachel and Vivian to show. It was to be a casual dinner, but both had decided to dress up for the occasion. Fey wore a notched collar beige blouse with a knee length dark skirt with belt buckle. Andrea sported black slacks with a carmine turtleneck, and stood a inch taller in her in pumps.

At five-thirty, there was a light knock on the door. Fey and Andrea, fleetingly brushing off the lipstick evidence of their intimacy, suddenly returned to a 'proper' demeanor as they quickly strode to the apartment entrance.

4.

Rachel arrived first, stunning Andrea and Fey with a tight satin T-shirt, a matte skirt and strapped heels. All three greeted each other politely, exchanging pleasantries while Andrea spoke with her eyes, giving Rachel an appreciative and hungry look.

She traded a conspiratorial glance with Fey moments later when Rachel wasn't looking.

The trio slowly left the vestibule and went to the spacious living room, where they sat for a time, enjoying white wine while waiting for Vivian.

The lady in question arrived twenty minutes later with the sound of a bell, greeting Fey and Rachel with a warm smile that seemed to indicate she had not met either for months. Her lips brushed Andrea's cheeks moments later, while she whispered a warm hello. Removing her jacket, she revealed a sleeveless sheath dress, made elegant with the addition of a string of classic pears and matching earrings. The scent of 'Dominance' fragrance filled the air, and Andrea smiled knowingly to herself, remembering that it was one of Rachel's favorite.

The chilled wine and bouchées de foie gras were waiting for everyone as they settled on the divans in the living room. While the veal roasted to perfection, the women began talking excitedly, as they had many times before. Job, friends, family, were all discussed, but relationships were not brought up.

Fey interrupted half-an-hour into the conversation, noting that she had check out how the veal was doing. Vivian offered nonchalantly to lend a hand, and both vanished quickly down the hall and into the kitchen, which sat next to the dining room, at the far end of the apartment.

Moments after they had disappeared, Andrea jumped out of her sofa and crashed across next to Rachel. The former had scripted, along with Fey, a few 'opportunities' that would allow the both of them to enjoy a bit of private fun with their respective lovers. It would be a while before they were disturbed.

"Well hello there" she whispered huskily, cuddling up to Rachel. "I thought we'd never be alone."

Rachel eyed the corner that lead to the hall and kitchen worryingly, but only for a moment. She brought an arm over Andrea's shoulder and drew her close, for a kiss. Any will to quickly draw away faded as her mouth mashed against Andrea's soft lips, and their tongues slipped eagerly in each other's mouths. Rachel's fingers slid over the rich crimson fabric of Andrea's sweater while her lover's hand gently cupped her left breast through her T-shirt, unfettered by a bra.

"You think they'll be a while?" Rachel asked in a hushed tone that betrayed her growing sense of arousal. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes gleaming with hungry lust. Andrea's lecherous smirk spread slowly across her face. "Why do you ask?"

Rachel's hand cupped Andrea's pussy through her tailored pants shamelessly. "Just wondering if I might not sample something extra before the main course..."

Before Andrea could answer, she undid her lover's slacks and slipped a hand inside. Her fingers quickly found the elastic band of her panties, slid under them and into her lover's hot, moist cunt. Andrea bit her lower lip trying not to moan too loudly. It was for the sake of pretense, really, since she was quite sure Fey and Vivian were both occupied with similar activities at the moment.

Rachel teased her lover for long seconds, before pulling out her hand. She immediately brought the glistening digit to her mouth, closing her eyes as she relished the taste. "Goes very well with the wine, wouldn't you say?" she mused wickedly, while Andrea tried to regain her composure.

"We have to find a way to step out for a moment later... I'm not going to be able to go through dinner unless I know I can have you tonight!" she exclaimed with shortness of breath.

Rachel looked once again to the hallway, hesitation etched on her soft, delicate features. Andrea knew Rachel would be hard pressed to abandon Vivian tonight, and quickly changed the subject to keep her from brooding on the thought.

"C'mon" Andrea said, interrupting the thought. "Let's get back before they get suspicious."

She made a point of making a lot of noise on the way to the kitchen, buttoning up her pants as she went.

5.

The veal was absolutely delicious. The Château Latour proved a delectable choice to accompany the meal, and proved to inspire a fairly good mood around the circular, candlelit table. Fey and Andrea sat at opposites, with their respective lovers on the right. Both shared subtle moments of affection with their mistresses during the meal, sliding their legs together under the blue tablecloth while pretending to go on with the conversation. Rachel and Vivian responded to the advances of their lovers in kind, and a strange secret dance ensued throughout, Fey and Andrea exchanging secret looks while all four pretended that nothing was going on.

Discussion was light, and compliments to the chef were in order. The wine kept flowing, now well into the Beaujolais and the rosés wines, and a toast was proposed, to Fey's masterful cooking skills. Andrea savored each and every one of the wines, noting that she was becoming more and more uninhibited as the soirée progressed. Her threshold being higher than most women, she instinctively knew that the spirits would create an atmosphere conductive to seduction.

By the end of the meal, Andrea was quite wet, Rachel's agile feet having sensually demonstrated the ardor and desperation of her yearning condition. She gave away no sign of a reaction as she quickly got up to give Fey a hand to clear the table, leaving Rachel behind with Vivian as they came and went to the kitchen.

When all had been cleared away, Andrea deftly proposed that all four adjourn to the living room once again, this time for a bit of crème de menthe to pass the evening. Rachel and Vivian both nodded in approval.

They sat together for a time, back on the couches, chatting away softly as the evening wore on. Andrea sat close to Rachel on a two-person sofa while Fey and Vivian had the larger one to themselves. Gentle music played in the background, and scented candles lit all about provided a golden light and peaceful atmosphere.

Rachel and Vivian contently reclined in their respective positions. Eventually, conversation fell in a serene lull, and all four women stated at each other in contemplative silence. Vivian and Rachel were smiling happily, basking in Fey's hospitality.

There was a pause, a moment that heralded a slight, ever so subtle change in atmosphere. Both guests arched eyebrows as Andrea and Fey stood in unison, moments after CD's shuffled in the player behind, and an original piano and acoustic guitar piece suddenly filled the air. The standing pair came together, their hands reaching, their arms going around each other... like lovers answering the call of the secret song their share as their own. Andrea and Fey began rocking back and forth slowly, dancing slowly as the lovers they truly were.

It was not long before they searched each other out, their mouths coming together briefly in a quick but torrid kiss. They heard a communal gasp from their dual audience, and each turned with a smile to their respective mistresses. Andrea's eyes focused on Rachel's stunned expression while Fey noted Vivian's brief moment of astonishment. Incomprehension fled from their faces, replaced by slow realization. Andrea and Fey both winked naughtily, smiling alluring smiles.

Rachel rose from her seat first. "Why do I have a feeling..."

Vivian's voice, overlapping, "I don't believe..."

Both women were at a loss for words despite their understanding of the sudden development. They looked at each other, the existence of their mutual affairs revealed instantly. There was no furious exchange of stares, but merely a recognition of the fact. They both turned to the dancing pair.

"What's up lover?" Andrea and Fey asked suggestively, in perfect harmony, breaking their embrace to step over to their respective mistresses. Andrea slid her arm around Rachel's, while Fey came down next to Vivian on the couch, embracing her around her neck.

"You've been... plotting for how long?" Vivian asked, trying to sound incensed.

"Well... we didn't really plan it at first, it sort of just happened when Andrea... ah... 'seduced' Rachel" Fey said.

"And how long have you been... together?" Rachel inquired, now understanding why she almost always caught the answering machine when calling to Andrea's place.

"About as long as the both of you" answered Andrea, beside her. "Fey has an interesting theory about that..." she added teasingly, with a wink to her soulmate.

"Well..." Rachel said with a heavy sigh, "now I don't know whether to feel jealous or angry". There was little conviction in her voice, betraying her still bewildered condition.

"We have an ideal way of remedying to that" Fey whispered huskily, as she disengaged herself from Vivian and stood up. In an instant, the hosts had traded places, Andrea strolling over to the couch and slithering next to Vivian, her hand unabashedly moving around her narrow waist, bringing her body close. Meanwhile Fey was coming around Rachel, her hand brushing the model's shoulder as she walked past, coming up behind her. Carefully, she hugged her from behind, her breasts pressing in the lovely curve of her back.

Though uncertainty paralyzed both Rachel and Vivian for just an instant, a new awareness soon dawned upon them. Still striving to cope with the monumental changes in their lives, stirred as never before by the beauty of the female form, they gave in to their impulses simultaneously, driven by fantasies and infatuations born the moment they had discovered lesbian love. It was not a selfless pursuit for carnal pleasure at the expense of their mutual love, but a interdependent exploration of their new sexuality, with women who had once been friend and were now lovers...

Vivian closed her eyes as she felt Andrea's lips brush over hers, while Rachel looked on hungrily at the erotic spectacle, moaning as Fey's hands cupped and massaged her ample, sensitive breasts.

Lust and passion overtook them all.

6.

In a quick motion, Fey grasped Rachel's shirt and brought it over her breasts. Her hands returned forthwith, fondling the hot flesh, feeling the nipples harden even as she stroked them.

Andrea took it slow, parting the fabric of Vivian's dress gently before lowering her mouth to the gentle slope of her quarry's bosom. Her tongue slid gently out of her mouth, leaving a thin trail of saliva down the tan and smooth skin, and around the curve of Vivian's breast. The latter moaned approvingly, and caught her breath as Andrea's lips parted widely to take in as much of her tit flesh as she could.

Rachel was similarly powerless to keep her arousal in check, her head tilting back as Fey continued to expertly massage her breasts from behind. She pressed back against the woman's bosom, bringing her hands over Fey's and guiding them as they kneaded the firm flesh. She felt the woman's hips gyrate against her ass, and locked her legs in place, giving Fey something to stroke against. The feeling of the woman's pelvis rubbing against the curve of her rear was maddeningly intense.

Vivian's dress was boldly parted at this point, both of her breasts hanging free, her chest heaving as Andrea continued to suckle like a sapphic succubus. The warmth and heat of her cunt was spreading inside her, to all parts of her body, igniting an inferno that was quickly consuming her. Andrea's hand adroitly slid under the loose and draped dress folds, and searched for Vivian's wet hole. The latter could do nothing but fall back into the couch, lost in a haze of burning desire.

Rachel's breath was coming in rasping inhales and exhales, Fey's tongue licking the lobe of her ear while one hand pinched her nipples and the other surreptitiously slid under her short skirt, feeling for her seeping, hot pussy. The g-string she wrote was nimbly slid aside by Fey's fingers, and a low husky groan rose from Rachel's throat as she felt her clit being stroked ever so gently.

Andrea's fingers, slick with Vivian's abundant juices, penetrated deep inside her, bringing her nearer and nearer to a sharp and fierce climax. She could not believe how quickly things were unfolding, how completely overtaken and consumed by lust she had become.

Vivian screamed aloud, incoherently, in the throes of wanton lust, and shook as she capsized into oblivion, Andrea's fingers pumping furiously in and out of her, her teeth biting down on her nipples as she came. Wave after wave crashed into her, tearing her apart.

The cries were soon answered by Rachel as she, too, tipped over her own threshold and no longer held back. Fey's bewitching embrace had stripped away her sense of restraint. Her body responded instinctively, the fervor building inside her as Fey continued to tease her clitoris, as she continued to pinch her nipples, as she fondled the hoot flesh of her breasts, as she whispered of her impending night of passion even as she thrust her delicate tongue in her ear...




Chain Letter Ch. 4



She climaxed, the strength leaving her legs, her body shaking with unthinkable pleasure. She gave herself to Fey, to the beautiful woman, lover of her lover, to the servant of her mistress. She felt her juices drench Fey's busy fingers as she continued to scream, between short ragged breaths, drowning into a sea of orgasmic ecstasy, before collapsing back into Fey's supportive arms.

The room fell silent, but only for a few moments...

7.

Their bodies were pressed against each other's, spread across the spacious double bed, searching, feeling, yearning.

Andrea's face was buried in Vivian's pussy, licking with abandon, her tongue sliding in and out of her flowing crevasse, while the object of her affection moaned and shook with every lick. Her naked skin was slick with perspiration, the agony of the delightful torment taking its toll on her voluptuous womanly form. Meanwhile, Fey and Rachel were locked in a deep soul kiss, their tongues intertwined in a sensuous dance while their hands and fingers were buried in each other's throbbing cunts, effortlessly sliding in and out, their bodies shaking in unison as the mutual stroking brought them ever closer to a simultaneous orgasm.

They had made love for hours, and there was yet no sing of relenting or cessation, the passionate fire consuming them whole without burning itself out. Their screams of glorious bliss echoed in the room as three of the women shook in the throes of lesbian climax. Andrea dutifully continued to lick Vivian's delicious essence from her dripping slit as the lawyer reclined back in momentary exhaustion, while Fey and Rachel smiled as they continued to kiss, unwilling to break even for an instant the intoxicating communion of their yearning mouths, their hands relaxing to a soft caress of their pussies, bodies glowing with the warmth of newly consumed passion.

Hours... hours spent in loving worship, an odyssey of sapphic discovery, a communion of sacred pleasure, between women... between lovers well acquainted and newfound companions exploring each other's bodies...

They remained, all four, still for a time. Then, Rachel, Fey and Vivian moved of their own accord, while Andrea remained motionless. Then, as she tried to shift, she was gently restrained. All three women positioned themselves properly, before descending upon the lone woman, fingers, hands and arms gently taking hold of her.

Andrea sighed as she felt herself being transported in a heaven of rapture and exhilaration, sensations visited upon her body by three very sensual women intent on worshiping her form with unrestrained passion almost too much for her to bear. Her arms came to rest over her head, arching her back and giving full access to her soft and supple tits, while her legs were gently parted, her moist pussy glistening in the candlelight. Fey's lips slid over her trembling mouth, initiating a long, sensuous kiss, while Vivian teased each of Andrea's nipples in turn with a tongue both eager and nimble. Meanwhile, farther down, Rachel's hands were sliding under the smooth skin of her rear, raising her pelvis, while she felt the familiar but no less erotic feeling of a snaking organ caressing the puckered opening of her asshole. She was entranced by three mouths, praising the temple of her physical form with lips, tongues, saliva, sending her soul and mind reeling.

Fey's tongue slid deeper and deeper into her mouth, and both women enthusiastically joined in a mutual and amorous exchange that enflamed the measure of their passion a thousandfold. In the meantime, Vivian had ceased her teasing and now suckled at Andrea's breasts in earnest, like a woman possessed. Every lick, every bite send shivers down Andrea's spine, and she proceeded to cradle each orb of flesh even more lovingly as she continued to suck with libidinous abandon. While she did so, Rachel's careful exploration of her mistress' ass gave way to bold and unabashed thrusting, her probing and saliva-coated tongue slithering in and out of her rear like a snake forcing its way into a small hole. As her left hand continued to cradle and support Andrea's lovely ass, her right hand was busily stroking her pussy, smearing her juices all over her outer lips and mons. Occasionally she would pause from her rimming to slide one of her fingers in her mouth, or to partake of Andrea's cum!

from the source with a lick, before returning to the sweet orifice she revered orally.

All three women continued for long minutes, working hard to bring Andrea, perhaps the one responsible for introducing them all to a new and extraordinary form of love, to the edge of her greatest orgasm yet. All three pressed on, tentatively, careful not to precipitate things, bringing her higher and higher into unexplored realms of ecstasy, adoring every minute and second of their task.

There was only so much Andrea could withstand... Lying on a bed, ravished by three beautiful women hell bent on making her cum, she felt herself break away from all things physical as the crashing wave of her climax came upon her. Sensations beyond her ability to describe left her gasping for a breath as lightning fused up and down her spine, exploding every nerve in her body. Her hips bucked, her chest arched outwards, her head swung side to side, tears drowning in the beads of sweat which had formed on her skin. Fey, Rachel and Vivian held her in their arms as she continued to climax on and on, for seconds, and minutes, the multiple orgasm continuing as they persisted with their affections.

Andrea felt herself sliding into a semi-conscious state, aware of the presence of her lovers around her and nothing else... she had known bliss beyond imagining, and felt more love for Fey, Rachel and Vivian than anyone else in her life. She smiled weakly, hoping to recuperate quickly, and visit upon all three others the same kind of joy she had experienced...

8.

*****

Love getting you down? Can't find the right person to share your life with?

Close your eyes and wish for your true love!

Send this e-mail to three of your girlfriends... and your wish shall come true!

*****

"What are you doing?" called out Fey, walking up to Andrea. She was wearing a short white bathrobe, water still glistening on her warm skin. She slid a hand from behind and cupped Andrea's breast through her light blue nightgown. Behind them, in the bathroom, Andrea heard the sound of the shower running, and moans from Vivian and Rachel.

"Just sending a message. Seems like the appropriate thing to do."

Fey smiled as she read the words on the computer screen. "Playing Cupid, I see."

"Strangers really. Maybe someone out there needs the kind of luck I've had in finding a soulmate."

Fey shifted around and responded to Andrea's declaration with a soft kiss.

"So I guess you won't be sending a copy to your sister in Minnesota?"

Andrea elbowed Fey playfully in the ribs. "Hey-she's married with two kids. I'm not going to mess that up!"

Fey giggled happily, and kissed Andrea again. "Alright-but hurry will you? Vivian and Rachel are getting antsy again, and I may not be able to handle both of them!"

She sauntered back into the bathroom, while Andrea's eyes returned to the screen. She randomly handpicked four or five female names and electronic addresses from a 'searching-for-love' web site, pasted them in the e-mail's recipient field and sent them via an anonymous account. The message vanished from her screen, and Andrea briefly wondered about the magic which had come attached to the mail she had received, so long ago it seemed. She wondered if a bit of that magic would not travel along with her message... wondered if a woman like herself had not, months ago, sat in front of a computer, in the wake of a new understanding of her deepest passions, sending out a message such as this...

She smiled as her thoughts returned to Fey and the others, and rose at once, the fabric of her gown tugging gently at her stiffening nipples and sending shudders of excitement all the way down her moistening cunt. She leisurely walked over to the bathroom, her spirit soaring in the wake of love...

End.