8 comments/ 37014 views/ 15 favorites Click A Chick By: Lisa Summers I don't suppose it will surprise anyone that, in the age of the Internet, texting, and beyond, it is not only possible, but extremely easy and pleasant to acquire the services of a female 'companion' when one is a busy lawyer visiting Washington D.C. I am 34 years old, 5' 6" tall, with short, ash blonde hair, blue eyes, attractive and slim, though I admit I'm putting on just a little weight as I grow older. Oh, and my name is Lisa. I was staying at one of the very best hotels on Pennsylvania Avenue, just across from the White House itself. I was in town to meet with some officials at the State Department. However, an international emergency had required that the key official absent himself, so I had extended my stay by a few days to accommodate him, and complete my meeting, even if a few days later. So, what to do, with some free time, and feeling horny? As I alluded in the opening paragraph, one can text one's desires and have them fulfilled - if you know where the text should be directed. I sent the following text to a national specialized escort service that a 'very good friend' had assured me was reputable, called "Click A Chick." I had arranged an open account with them before leaving Colorado, 'just in case': (name withheld) hotel rm 456 any girl 4-12hrs 'Any girl' meaning I would take whomever they sent, '4-12 hrs' refers to how long I would like her to 'accompany' me - oh, can I quit with the euphemisms? I wanted a girl to FUCK, and to FUCK me. I wanted to cum gloriously, and bathe myself in her cum! Shockingly, lesbians like to fuck every bit as much as men do, and in my opinion, do a better job of it. God, my pussy was creaming just thinking about getting some strange! Feeling her tongue on my clit, my fingers and tongue in her sweet, hot asshole - I HAD to have it! Within thirty minutes I received a response: 45 mnts I began to have second thoughts. What would she look like? Would she be as 'open' to 'interesting' things as I am? Would she be nice, or would she be too business-like? A million thoughts like this were going through my head, and maybe a thousand times I thought of sending a 'CANCEL' text, but frankly, my horniness stopped me. I so longed to feel another female's body on mine, to feel her soft lips and warm breath racing over my skin, to taste her smell, and smell her taste, all over, to explore EVERY part of her... Exactly 45 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Bursting with curiosity, I swung the door open, to find the most adorable, teenage girl smiling back at me. "Click?" she asked, our code word. "Click!" I said. "Please, come in." She walked in, carrying a small overnight bag, and wearing a demure denim outfit, skirt and jacket top, with a white cotton blouse underneath. Ankle socks and sneakers completed the outfit. Her hair was long, straight and chestnut brown, tied back in a ponytail that hung to the center of her back. Her cute ass swayed naturally from side to side as she walked toward the living area sofa. She turned to look at me inquisitively, her sweet brown eyes asking if it was okay to sit there. I smiled. "Yes, please make yourself comfortable," I said. She sat, straightening out her skirt demurely. "Would you like a drink?" She looked embarrassed. "Umm, I'm not old enough to drink, and I don't really know what to ask for." There was a hint of a blush on her lovely face. She looked as though she'd just come from school, very little makeup, but tons of natural beauty. "Well, wine's always a good choice," I suggested. "Okay," she said, relaxing a little. I called room service and ordered some food and two bottles of a red that I like, but have trouble finding in Colorado, where I live. The big city has everything, doesn't it? "Please don't be offended," I said, "but could you show me a driver's license or something, to prove you're at least 18?" Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. It's not like I use call girls all the time, so I'm not sure what the protocol is, but I also didn't want any headlines in my local paper of 'PROMINENT LOCAL ATTORNEY IN UNDERAGE LESBO CALL GIRL LOVE NEST SCANDAL.' The publisher is VERY conservative, but from the 'other' political party, and he'd no doubt love to embarrass me. She giggled. "This is my first time," she said. "Do we always get carded?" But she showed me her drivers license, from Pennsylvania. She was indeed 18, and her name was Elizabeth (name withheld..) "Elizabeth, what a lovely name. I'm Lisa, pleased to meet you." She nodded, and impulsively leaned forward and hugged me, and gave me a peck on the cheek. She smelled fresh and natural, unlike the rest of D.C. There came a knock on the door. I answered it, and as expected, it was room service with our wine and some appetizers. He rolled the cart over near us, had me sign the check, then left. No doubt he was used to such things as two women drinking alone in a hotel room, and more. "May I ask what a Pennsylvania girl is doing here in D.C., uhh, doing this?" It was an awkward question, but my lawyerly curiosity was aroused, as were some other emotions. She was cute and I found my body responding to her presence so close to me. I poured us some wine, and we both tasted, and found it quite good. "That's good," she said, commenting on the wine. "Well, it's a classic summer job," she said, returning to the subject. "I work in a restaurant in town for my uncle, saving money for school. I'm going to Cornell this fall.' "How nice," I said. "Cornell's a great school. So you're working two jobs?" "Well, yeah. A full time job at the restaurant. One of the other wait staff told me about 'Click A Chick,' and it sounded like a great way to make more money on the side." "Have you made a lot of money from your, uhh, side job?" I asked. "I don't know, this is my first time," she said. "Your first time?" I asked. "Um, you know what it entails, right? I'm a lesbian and-" "Oh, don't worry, I understand. I know I look like an all-American cheerleader dating the quarterback of the football team, but in high school I had several girl friends, very close girl friends. Boys, not so much." She paused. "Plus, do you ever get so horny that you think you'll scream?" she asked in her young voice. "I mean, where jilling just isn't enough?" When I nodded, she continued. "I thought that 'Click A Chick would allow me to meet some nice women, who share a love for other females. And god, you are so sexy, I can't stand it!" "So, how do we-" I began. "Get together?" she asked. "Well, first things first. Maybe this is a good way to start." She stood, and took my hand in hers, and pulled me up. She hugged me, her body warm against mine, fitting together nicely, as she was about 6" shorter than my 5' 6". Her long brown hair contrasted nicely with my ash blonde hair, though mine was much shorter. She looked up at me in our embrace, her sweet, young face open to me, showing no guile, her brown eyes searching mine. Her small breasts rose and fell as her breathing deepened. Our lips came together so naturally, her breath slightly minty and with a hint of our wine, and warm as it first raced over my cheek, then our lips pressing together, warm and soft, her lips quivering at first, perhaps nervous. I know I was! Once we kissed though, I felt the tension slip out of my body, and a warm glow begin in my clit. Our hips pressed into each other, and I sensed she was as anxious to alleviate that sweet pain as I was. I turned her around where we stood, pressing my front against her ass, which was nicely rounded and plump, her hips wide and full, promising pleasure galore. I put my arms around her, both hands on her stomach, which had a little baby fat. I found that so fucking hot! I sniffed at her hair, as she rested her head back against my breasts. It smelled like cornflowers, so fresh and innocent. I could feel Elizabeth's body moving as she breathed in and out. I began unbuttoning her blouse, as she sighed in anticipation. She lifted her right hand, and put it on my right arm, gesturing that she wanted me to hurry and undress her, though I intended to drag it out. After all, we had all night. Her left hand slipped down to my hip, as she rubbed me there, occasionally snaking further back to caress my ass. As each button gave way, her blouse opened a little bit more, until the buttons were all conquered, but her blouse was still tucked in, and she still had her denim jacket on over it. I slid my left hand inside her blouse, to feel the heat of her small breasts under her bra, virginal and white. I slid a finger under the bottom of a cup, feeling the swell of her breast, plump, soft and moving with her breathing. Elizabeth groaned with pleasure as I invaded her body with my hand. "Oh, that's nice," she moaned, her head resting back on my breast. I twisted around a little more to insinuate my whole hand under her bra, my fingertips brushing against her nipple. It became kind of a tight fit, so I used my right hand to reach under the back of her jacket, roughly pull the blouse out of her skirt, then reach up and quickly unhook her bra. It immediately loosened, and I was then able to grasp her nipple, already hard, between my forefinger and thumb, pinching it slightly. Elizabeth squeaked, then sighed, her hips squirming as sensation ran from her nipple to her pussy. I had both hands under her loose bra, each hand caressing her sweet little apples, her nipples now rock hard, as I alternated pinching them. She leaned back, and I leaned forward, kissing her roughly, our lips meeting much as I imagined our cunt lips might later, soft plumpness touching, moisture seeping from one to the other. Our tongues danced together, her young mouth sweet and minty under mine. Small guttural noises were escaping from her throat as we kissed, and as I teased her young breasts. My fingers danced over her smooth, silky skin, stroking the softness of her breasts, and strumming and pinching her incredibly wide nipples. I broke our kiss, then burrowed my nose around her long ponytail, kissing and nuzzling her soft neck, smooth and swan-like. Then I stepped back. "Elizabeth, you've got such a beautiful young body. I could worship an ass like yours!" She laughed. "We're supposed to think of you as a guest in our temple." "That sounds kind of, well, Victorian," I said. "But I promise I shall worship devotedly, in your temple." Elizabeth giggled. "They told us that joke already," she said. "But please, don't stop!" "No worries," I said. I led her into the plushly appointed bedroom, to the king sized bed. I quickly stripped the bedspread off, leaving the cool white sheets, and numerous down pillows. "Now stand at the foot of the bed, facing away from me, towards the headboard," I instructed her. She did as I ordered. I approached her from behind, then pulled the denim jacket off her shoulders and arms, and placed it on the chair next to me. Elizabeth looked more than ever like a young school girl in her white blouse, denim skirt, sneakers and ankle socks. I felt a tingle in my own pussy, imagining what I would see of her when I was further along with undressing her. I kissed her neck again, and she shivered with pleasure. "That feels good!" she said, her voice cracking slightly. "Let's have your hair hang loose, Elizabeth," I said. "It's so beautiful and glossy, I want to see how it looks against your bare skin." I unrolled the scruncie, and her chestnut mane hung straight, spreading in a glossy wave over her back and shoulders. I smelled it again, fresh and welcoming. "Ohh, Lisa, can I turn around and kiss you?" she said, looking over her shoulder back at me, the most wistful expression on her face. If I didn't know that I would eventually have her moaning in anticipation of being fucked, I might have given in to such a beautiful face. "No honey, you're mine to tease......and to please," I finished. "You'll be able to kiss me soon enough, sweetie." Then I slowly pulled her thin white blouse off her shoulders, seeing her pale, pink skin there for the first time. Her perfection was augmented, not marred, by the few freckles scattered over her shoulders and back. Slowly, slowly, her lovely flesh was revealed to me, as the unbuttoned blouse pulled away and down, finally off her arms. Now she had only the unhooked bra, white, small and virginal. Lacy, sexy in its simplicity. I pulled the bra off each arm, the straps sliding down to her wrist, then off each hand. I smelled the cups of her bra. Small, but warm with her body heat, they smelled slightly of her body, salty with a touch of her body wash. I detected no perfume, which pleased me immensely. I so wanted to taste the girl tonight, not any adornments. "Mmm, you smell divine, Elizabeth" I cooed. She looked uncertainly over her shoulder at me, but said nothing. "I adore your fragrance," I added. "I didn't wear any perfume," she said. "I'm sorry." "The fragrance of your body is absolutely wonderful," I said. "I could eat you up." She shivered, and pressed her thighs together, still facing the wall behind the headboard. Dressed only in skirt, shoes and socks, she looked like a teenager getting ready for school. My pussy was dripping with anticipation. I could feel that slight tickle when my pussy cream drips out from excitement. I returned to hugging Elizabeth from behind. "Just a few minutes more, darling," I whispered in her ear, kissing it. She giggled again. Then I reached around her slim waist, and unbuckled the belt of the denim skirt, unsnapping the button at the top, then lowering the zipper, allowing it to fall to the floor around her feet, leaving her in a pair of simple white cotton panties. God, what an adorable piece of art she was! She began apologizing. "I was leaving work when I got the text to come here," she said. "I didn't have a chance to wear something more...attractive." So she'd been working all day before coming here, and hadn't had a chance to shower - god, I was SO turned on knowing I'd get to taste and smell her wonderful body au naturel! Her two, plump ass cheeks were better revealed now, the two, full globes distinct, as each filled up one side of her panties. Sadly, she wasn't revealing much more, as her panties weren't a thong or bikini, but the modesty in her choice of panties to wear with me gave me an even greater, a far greater, thrill than if she had tried to show off with something revealing. I knew that I would be making love with a virginal young girl. My mouth watered. Her thighs were long and slim, with muscles that hinted at her spending time in sports, or cheerleading. Her calves echoed her fit shape, and I was moved to ask her about it. "Elizabeth, honey, were you a cheerleader, or did you do sports?" She looked at me over her shoulder, openly curious. "Yes, I was a cheerleader at my school," she said, smiling. "But as I said, I didn't fuck the quarterback - it was the point guard on our girl's basketball team." I chuckled. "Honey, you're in such wonderful shape. You're quite lovely." I could see her preen at the substantial compliment. Such a beautiful creature, clad only in simple panties and sneakers. It was almost enough to make me cum just from admiring her beauty. But we had much more to come, in that area. "Step out of your skirt, honey," I instructed her. I picked up her skirt, warm from her body, and yes, I smelled it, too, then placed it next to her jacket and blouse. It smelled slightly musky, which made me think of the delights she held for me between those luscious ass globes, and between her thighs. "Okay, now I want you to climb up on the bed, and kneel there, still facing the headboard, okay?" She nodded, and climbed up on the massive king bed, wobbling momentarily, then sitting up so that she rested on her knees and lower legs, the rest of her upright. It was just the position I wanted her in. I looked more closely at Elizabeth's fine little ass. I've always loved another woman's ass. The look of it, the smell, the taste, the heat.....if I could figure out how to fuck myself with a woman's ass, no vibrator could ever compete. Anyway, I could see that Elizabeth's panties were moist and damp, and bunched up a little bit inside her tight little crack. I pinched a piece of the fabric, and slowly pulled it out of her ass crack, then patted her sweet, round globes. "Unnh", Elizabeth squeaked, startled by the intrusion into a most intimate place. "I wasn't expecting that!" I stood over by the right side of the bed, where Elizabeth, still obeying my command to kneel and face the headboard, could see me, and began 'absent-mindedly' disrobing. Her eyes were fixated on me as we made small talk. I pretended that I was just absent-mindedly taking off my clothes, but I did it so slowly and teasingly, I could see that I was turning her on even more. She'd start saying something, then when I slipped off my blouse, and my bra, languorously showing my full breasts, and my long nipples, or showed her my ass when I took off my skirt, she'd completely lose track of what she was saying. "You like watching women disrobe, don't you," I teased her. "Yeah, I used to watch my older sister change her clothes when I was a little girl," she said. "Then I used to go masturbate after she'd left on a date or whatever." "What did you think about when you were playing with yourself?" I asked her, curious. "I dunno, just how pretty some women are....like you," she added, her eyes on my bare breasts. "Yeah?" I whispered, moving closer to her. "Did you ever touch her, your sister, I mean?" "God, no! Though I wanted to. She had nice breasts, like yours. Her nipples were brown though, I love that yours are pink....and long." She unconsciously licked her lips. "Would you like to suck on my nips?" I asked her coyly, cupping my hands under my breasts. "Oh....yes, please!" she said, her voice tremulous. "Well, you've got to ask for anything you want," I said. "Go on." "Please, Lisa, could I suck your nipples......and hold your breasts, feel them, kiss them?" "Oh yes, and more, darling....when I'm ready to let you." I smirked at her, and naked now except for a pair of black satin panties, as she was still dressed in her white cotton little girl panties, I walked back to the foot of the bed, directly behind her. I rested my crotch, wet and hot, against her warm, soft ass, then slipped my hands around her waist again, now with little of anything between us. I raised my hands and began caressing her sweet breasts, warm and soft, and scratching my fingernails over her nipples. "OHHH....AAAHHH" she moaned, the gentle touch of my fingers on her soft breasts clashing with the pain on her nipples from my nails. I knew every scratch was sending an electric jolt straight to her little pussy. I wanted her sopping wet down there. Her head lolled back against my breasts, fuller than Elizabeth's, and aching to feel her mouth on them. She must have read my mind. "Oh Lisa, please let me kiss your nipples, pleassse," she whined. I leaned around and kissed her sweet lips yet again, my tongue swiping at hers. "Soon, darling," I hissed in her ear, then slipped my right hand downward, my fingertips caressing her plump tummy on the way to a delightful rendezvous with her young cunt. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she felt me making my way to the real center of her torment, the ache in her plump and swelling clitoris. My fingers flattened on her stomach, as my hand wormed its way under the thin elastic at the top of her white cotton panties. Elizabeth sighed as my fingers slipped under the fabric, her plump ass wiggling involuntarily, as electricity oozed through her vulva. My fingers stroked a thin bush of fine public hair above her pussy, her pubic curls nicely groomed Click a Chick - Conclusion Note - this story is entirely fictional and has no relation to any real life events. * I awoke disoriented, in the dark, wondering where I was and who that was kissing my pussy. I heard a giggle, and a soft voice asking, "Oh, did I wake you?" It slowly came back to me. I was in bed with Beth Roberts, a call girl I had booked the night before. We had made a real connection with each other - me, a 34 year old attorney, she an 18 year old part time 'escort', who had never actually 'escorted' before meeting me. Our first experience together had been more than amazing, and we had fallen asleep together spooning, my arms around her, loving the feel and the smell of her, the small sounds she made falling asleep with me. Curiously, we both still had our panties on, and beyond caressing each other to multiple orgasms, hadn't actually done most of the things that make lesbian sex so damn much fun. The last thing I remembered before dropping off, were our murmured introductions to each other. "Beth, I'm Lisa Summers." "Pleased to meet you, Lisa Summers. I'm Beth Roberts." Followed by soft snores all around. Now it was, I saw, 3:17 in the dark morning. I was flat on my back, and Beth was between my legs, her face and mouth pressed to the crotch of my black panties. She looked up and asked if she'd awakened me, her giggle most enchanting. My cunt felt fully engorged. I suspected she'd been teasing me for a while before I awoke. "Um, sure and thank you," I said, wiggling my ass to make myself a little more comfortable. I raised my legs to give her better acces to my pussy, and to spread it open a little more. I was dying to have her tongue deeply inside me. I also didn't mind if she was attracted to my ass hole, and I wanted her to get a look at it. Maybe she'd explore there with her finger, or, excitingly, with her long tongue. Mmmm, analingus is SO much fun! "Don't let ME stop you," I sighed, as she pressed her lips onto my still cloth-covered clit. "And for the love of god, PLEASE lick my cunt without all these horrible clothes we're wearing!" I exclaimed. Beth hastened to pull my panties down, soaked with the fluid from my many cums of the evening before. As they slowly came off my hips, Beth smiled, her eyes on my little hole, already pouting with desire for her feminine touch. As my small bush, swollen clit and wet, pink slit were revealed, Beth brought her nose to my crotch, inhaling deeply. She left my panties still half on my hips. For some reason I found that even more exciting than if she had just stripped me completely. I guess it was because it reminded me of being fucked by a girlfriend in an elevator once. She had knelt before me, flipped up my skirt and pulled my panties down just enough, and licked me to a quivering cum, all in the matter of a descent from the 77th floor to the 32nd floor of a Manhattan office building. Then she made me stand in the elevator from the 32nd floor to the lobby with my panties on my thighs, still off my ass and cunt, pussy smelling like sex, while about a dozen nuns piled on (the elevator, not me.) But I digress. My mind returned to the delightful torment of the present. "Ohh, that's wonderful," Beth sighed, as she smelled my pussy, my hole becoming as hot as it had been the night before. "And I wonder how you taste, darling," she said, the tip of her tongue already licking along my swelling labia. My hips lifted in reaction. "Don't be in such a hurry, sweetheart," she whispered. She pulled my panties completely off my hips, as I raised my butt slightly off the bed to help her. Beth slowly eased them over my ass globes, her hands caressing my butt, tickling me. Her index finger lingered near my ass hole. "Ohh, Beth, baby, I'd just love you fucking my hot little ass hole, sweetie," I coaxed. "In time, you little slut, in time," she whispered. "I'll be fucking all your moist little holes, long and hard." I felt cool air on the wet areas of my vulva, and a small trickle of my vaginal cream, along with her saliva, run down to my ass crack. "Mmm, sweet, hot honey....sweet, hot pussy," Beth murmured, bringing her mouth back to my cunt. She licked along both my fat labia, up towards my clit, but ignoring the pink, juicy pearl itself. She slid her hands under my thighs as she pressed her face into my pussy, fucking inside my hot slit with her tongue, lapping up my cum juice, her face wet with evidence of my desire. I SO wanted to lick my cummy juices off her. She leveraged herself deeper into my cunt. I swore she was trying to climb inside me! The sensations were overpowering. "Ohh, fuck, Beth, I'm cumming.....fuck me SO good! Lick my hot hole, baby, lick up my cum, feed it to me, taste my cum, honey! Fuck me, fill my cunt!!" My head was rocking from side to side on the pillow, damp with my sweat. The next few minutes were lost in waves of ecstasy. Sensations of pure pleasure shot through me, my clit happy to convert her tongue's caressing of my vaginal walls and swollen labia into passion gushing from my hips through me to each extremity, until I was weak from the release of erotic tension. My hips shook with pleasure, my chest heaving as I gasped. "Umhhhhhhhhh" I wailed, overcome by this young vixen. Beth slowly nibbled on my labia, knowing that my clit was probably very sensitive. I dreaded her touching it, as I thought I'd shoot through the roof, but I SO wanted the pleasure that would come from direct clitoral stimulation. My clit was hot and pulsing. I felt as though it was the size of a man's dick, and idly thought how nice it would be to fuck Beth with my clit. Beth returned to simply kissing my vulva, then drew herself up to me, bringing her face to mine. She hesitated above me, I suppose that she wasn't sure if I would want to smell and taste a woman's cum on her face. Well, there was only one thing I wanted more than tasting my own cum, of course, and that was HER cum. I put my hand on the back of her neck, and pulled her beautiful face to mine. The smell of pussy was strong in my nose. Our lips joined in a slow, soft kiss that rapidly grew hot, fast and hard. I wanted to express my passion and love for her, and begin to pay her back for all she'd done for me. She was lying next to me, our breasts pushed together, her nipples hard, her breasts soft and warm. I broke our kiss, then slid my way down her body, kissing her breasts, lightly biting her thick nipples, then continuing downward. She rolled onto her back from her side as I moved down. I kissed her tummy, the tiny swell of her stomach so adorable to me. She spread her legs, her panties obviously wet at her crotch, now willing to give herself over to me for whatever I wanted to do. I tongued her hot little navel, so salty, and she giggled with pleasure, and need. My fingers roamed over her panty-clad mons, hot and moist. Her mount bulged out a little, no doubt her labia and clit were swollen with desire. I could smell her pussy now, excited and hot, and just a shade different from the fragrance of my own, like two competing, rich perfumes. I imagined that rubbing our dripping cunts together would produce a third, rich fragrance, suitable for bottling, and sale to lovers everywhere. "Do my pussy, Lisa!" Beth said. "I need you so bad!" I smiled at her. "Okay, baby...." I said. And thought to myself, "...eventually." I kissed her thighs, as I traced the hem of her panties, at her waist, and thighs. Easing my fingers under, but making no real effort for her pussy, though I longed to taste and feel her there. Beth squirmed with excitement. "Unnh, you're...teasing, you bitch. Please, please, fuck my hole, she's so fucking hot for your touch!" I planted a firm kiss on her clit through her panties, and Beth sighed. "Mmm, would you like me to lick your fat little pussy lips, honey?" "YESSSSS," she hissed. "And kiss your hot, swollen clit, all pink and gleaming with your pussy cream?" "OH, YESSS," she hissed, again. "And slide my fingers DEEP inside your tight little pink hole, fucking in and out, while I lick your wet pussy lips, and my thumb frigs your sensitive pearl? "OH, FUCK YESSSS!!" she whispered. "I can't stand it!" "Okay, roll over, cunt. I want your ass first," I commanded. She protested, but I turned her onto her side, and swatted her left butt cheek through her panties. She yelped, but continued until she was lying on her stomach, her cute butt in front of me, her beautiful, long brown hair spread all over her upper back. "Ahhh," I cooed. "Beth, as lovely as every part of your body is, I absolutely love a beautiful girl butt. And now it's my turn to worship your adorable ass." Beth turned her face to the side to look up at me. I could see her smile. "Then please do," she said. "I'll try to put up with it. But please, I need to cum!" I planted several kisses on each ass cheek. The thin fabric was hardly even there, and it was damp and hot. It smelled like Beth, and just the way I imagined Beth would smell after a day of work, and a night of sex with another woman. My clit tingled with pleasure. I slid first one hand over her right ass cheek, by going under the fabric at her thigh, caressing that full, plump, beautiful ass until she sighed with pleasure. Then I did the same to the other ass globe, gently massaging both cheeks to maximize the pleasure of contact with her intimate area. Her ass was so smooth, her butt cheeks soft and warm, and so round. Beth wiggled with pleasure, squirming and pressing her thighs together. "Oh, fuck this!" I finally said. "I want that hot ass naked, and now!" My impatience was overcoming me. I put my fingers on each hip, under the hem of her panties, and shimmied them down her hips, and thighs, then off completely. Her sweet ass was open to me for torture and teasing, and most assuredly, for fucking. "Beth, I'm going to lick you, and slide my tongue inside you, and caress you until you cum a thousand times," I said, my own clit throbbing. Beth said, in a muffled voice, "For god's sake, fuck me, I'm going crazy here!" I dove back onto her ass, separating her full ass cheeks with my hands, to reveal her pink, puckered ass hole. God, what a beautiful sight! I love how beautiful a girl's anus is, so pink or tan around the delightful opening, and then so deeply pink inside, after the time spent coaxing that shy opening. I began licking and kissing her naked butt cheeks, working my way to the damp, hot crevice between them, the fragrance of her body increasing as I neared her hot anus, twitching and pulsing as cool air touched her there. I moved my face in closer to her hole, then tentatively reached out with my tongue to taste the wrinkled skin around her anus. Beth moaned, and her ass lifted right up into my face, my mouth going fully onto her hot rear hole in a lewd, but very pleasurable kiss. We both seemed to be enjoying it, so I kept my mouth on her anal sphincter, as her butt descended back to the bed. As well, I slid my right hand under her pussy and began stroking her there. Her plump pussy lips parted, her hole ripe and ready for fucking. She was a veritable waterfall of girl cum, her fluid dripping over my fingers. I thrust two fingers inside her pussy, as my tongue re-thrust inside her ass hole. "Ooohhh, god, fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME," Beth crooned, as she alternated impaling herself deeper on my hand, and then on my tongue. I was lapping madly at her hot, sweet ass, while frigging her furiously, my saliva running down from her ass to join with the liquid from her wildly excited pussy. "Cumming, I'm cumming!!" Beth gasped, as her body spasmodically shook with seemingly never-ending waves of feminine pleasure. I roughly humped into her cunt with my hand and fingers, her pussy holding tight to me, and lapped furiously at her delicious girl anus, her sphincter tightening and opening frantically. "UNNNHHHH!" Beth moaned, her movements slowing as she gave herself up to ultimate pleasure at the hands (and tongue) of another woman. I moved up to spoon with her once again, my hand still between her thighs, wet and slick and hot. My pussy pressed into her ass, loving the feel of a woman's plump, round bottom on my own tender clit. Beth was breathing heavily, and moaning quietly, little tendrils of sexual and erotic excitement still occasionally coursing through her body and brain. I kissed the nape of her neck, sweaty and hot, lapping at her skin like a kitten at a bowl of milk, the salty, feminine taste delicious. After a little while, she fell back asleep, our bodies comfortably nested. I lay awake, though, looking at Beth. I felt a restless energy, the excitement of meeting one's mate, and knowing it was something more than a one night stand, more than just a simple night of fucking. God, she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever met. I sat up, my back against the headboard, a few pillows supporting me, and just watched her, a beautiful young goddess in heat. I was so content just looking at her - her long hair, damp and sweaty in some places, lying across her white shoulders like a shiny wave in others, a few strands partially covering one eye, hair flying up comically every time she breathed. Her smooth complexion, so fair and natural, the essence of sweet youth. Her soft lips, opening and closing slightly as she dreamed, perhaps kissing me in those dreams? As she slept, she sought out the comfort of my body, of my touch, laying her head in my lap as she slept, my little kitten, and I stroked that lovely hair, and her soft cheeks and arms, and watched over her, unable to close my eyes for fear that she would disappear. I guess I watched her for three hours at least, just....loving and watching my love. At some point, just as the early morning sun was breaking through our window, I fell asleep, my eyes moist with tears of joy. After tons of wonderful dreams, I woke, and remarkably, Beth and I were back in our spoon position, my right hand on her soft belly, occasionally straying to her damp, fuzzy patch above her clit. Beth was snoring softly, and I smiled, remembering our mutual pleasure. I looked over to the bedside clock. It read 8:30. I thought we'd better start getting up, as I had to check my Blackberry, and Beth had already overstayed her 'appointment.' But there was no way our first liaison was going to end without me tasting her pussy. I eased myself away from Beth's luscious body, and she rolled onto her back, still asleep. I gently moved her legs apart, and lay between her slim thighs, then eased my face down to her pussy for the first time. Her pussy was a beautiful pink inside, though very tight, with fat labia, reddish and shiny with moisture. Her pubic hair was light brown, closely groomed and only visible above her clitoris. Her sweet little clit was small, but bright red and swollen, still wet from the moisture of her pussy. The hood was retracted and fleshy. I leaned down closer, licking her labia, finding invisible, downy hairs there. Her taste was salty and sweet, and heavily intense and musky, which you might expect after the last 24 hours, and which pleased me immensely. I love a clean woman's real scent and taste, especially after hours of sex with another woman. Beth moaned above me, and I felt her hands on my head. "Unnh, lick me, Lisa," she whispered. "Make me cum again, baby." She directed where she wanted me to lick, and I gently, slowly and lovingly tongue fucked her feminine hole, lapping up her hot syrup, sticky and sweet. Beth's hips were rotating and rocking, and I could tell that she was building to a different kind of orgasm than she'd experienced before. She talked to me, softly and sweetly, the whole time, it was turning me on as much as the taste and the smell and the feel of her under my mouth. I put my hand between my own thighs as I ate her, stroking my pussy and squeezing my clit as I licked her. "That's it baby, your tongue feels so rough on my poor litle clit, lick me so good," Beth moaned, her hips rocking into me. "Fuck my pussy with your divine tongue...yeah, that's it, baby," she crooned. "Lick my hole, make me cum....god, I can't believe you're gonna make me cum again....ohh, fuck yeah, ohhh, on my clit.....unnhhh..." Beth was moaning, and babbling and I didn't really know what she was saying, but I surely knew what she was telling me. As I fastened my lips gently, lightly on her clit, hot and swollen, her hips shook wildly, almost throwing me off her cunt. "Unnh....fuck, so good, so good.....goddamn Lisa!!! I'M FUCKING CUMMING AGAIN!! FUCK!!! YESSSSSS!!!" A gush of liquid from inside her pussy, I swallowed as much of the salty fluid as I could, but it drenched my face, and then I came too, flashes of color and pleasure coursing through my body and brain for what seemed hours. I know I babbled my pleasure into her pussy as I orgasmed. Eventually, I pulled myself up to her pillow, and Beth and I kissed - softly, gently, sweetly, all the things that make love between two women so much more than exists in any other union. We just....breathed together, existed together, felt so much, together. I thought I'd never met anyone so, I don't know, so much like all of what I could want from life. "Beth, I-" I began, not knowing what I'd say, but knowing it would be right - "live with me," "\marry me," "fuck me eternally..." Who knows what I would have said? But Beth began kissing me, her lips now my universe, distracting me, and the long hours spent watching over her, and our frenetic, physical lovemaking all night conspired to make us fall asleep yet again, something nagging at me as I dreamt. I dreamt Beth was running away from me, looking back at me as she went, a look of love on her face, blowing me kisses - but leaving me nonetheless..... I woke again, this time with sunlight streaming in over my shoulder. Beth was not in the bed with me, I assumed she was showering, though I had hoped we could shower together. "Beth?" I called, with no answer. There was no sound of water running in the bathroom. I slowly struggled awake. Maybe she was in the living area, drinking her morning coffee? I got out of bed, and draped myself in the sheet - not out of any sense of modesty, for Beth had seen me naked, and I desired nothing more than for her to see me that way again, but because I thought it might be a sexy entrance to begin yet another round of lovemaking. "Beth?" I said, as I walked through the opening to the living room. No Beth, just the leftover wine and food from the night before. Where could she be? I thought, as I walked back into the bedroom....TEN O'CLOCK!! The clock on the bedside table screamed. I was upset that Beth was gone without a word, but I had to get out of there myself to make my appointment at the State Department. I could figure out what to do after I completed my assignment. I showered and made up, finished dressing, the perfect professional woman look. Out of habit, I straightened the tangled bedsheet as I replaced it on the bed, and noticed a pair of white panties caught in them. Beth's panties, of course. I clutched them as a drowning man clutches a reed, and smelled the damp material. Soaked with Beth's sweet juices, the thin fabric brought memories of the night before rushing through me. I put them in my purse, as I didn't want hotel housekeeping rummaging through something now so precious to me. My appointment went well, though I was distracted throughout it. When the Under-Secretary suggested I take him to lunch, something I would normally do in order to seal the deal, I had to beg off, pleading a 'migraine.' As he was a friend of some years, no damage was done, and I promised him I'd make it up to him the next time around. Now I had to work on finding Beth. She'd honored her commitment, and stayed until her time was up, then had left. Maybe she didn't see our evening together the same way I did, though it seemed impossible that we would misunderstand each other after such an intimate meeting. But I had to know - I wasn't interested in never seeing her again, she had become part of me. I thought I'd communicate with 'Click A Chick', and get in touch with her that way, since I didn't have Beth's cell number, or really, know much else about her. Click a Chick - Conclusion Other than the fact that I loved her. I immediately sent Click A Chick, Inc. a text: nd cell # last nt girl, elizabeth hav smthng fr her The reply from Click A Chick was prompt: no can do lgl issus stlkrs WTF? I wasn't a stalker! I loved her! I texted back: not stlkr lov her pls? The reply a few minutes later: srry Just that. My desperation response text: thn giv hr my cell 970-555-6754 The reply from Click A Chick, Inc? ok no grntees These people were buttheads, but at least they'd give her my number. Or TELL me they'd given her my number. I became depressed again after the brief elation of having my cell number sent to Beth. I had no reason to stay in town, other than to see and talk to, one more time, the most beautiful girl in the world, but I could stretch out my stay in DC for one more night. I could only pray that they actually WOULD give her my number, and that she'd call. Then I remembered that she'd said that she worked in her uncle's Italian restaurant in Georgetown. There couldn't be THAT many Italian restaurants there. I could go to them, one by one, and find her, or ask after her. It was the only positive action that came to mind, and far more preferable to sitting and waiting, miserable and missing her. There was certainly no guarantee that she'd want to have anything to do with me, or felt anything like what I'd felt, but it was worth a try. I went to the hotel taxi stand, and told the Diamond taxi driver, a gruff looking unshaven type, that I wanted to hit each Italian restaurant in Georgetown. He looked at me curiously. "What, are you queer for Campari?" he said. I became angry at his rudeness. "No," I said. "I'm queer for the most beautiful girl in the world, and she works in one of those restaurants." I guess if you mix a 1940s screwball comedy with today's LGBT world, it makes some sense. The driver looked dumbfounded, but then shrugged. "You know, on second thought, I don't think you and I are going to get along. I'll take the next taxi," I said. As I walked back to the next car in line, the first driver thumped on the side of his cab, and shouted insults. It was very satisfying to piss that idiot off. The next cab was driven by an elderly black man, who looked a little like the character actor Ossie Davis. I explained the basics of my quest to him. "It would be my pleasure to get you to your desired destinations," he said. What a courtly old fellow! I climbed in, and we drove west towards Georgetown. I wish I could report that I found Beth at the first restaurant, and she fell into my arms, declaring her love for me. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. At restaurant after restaurant, managers, waitresses, and even maitre d's shook their heads in the most discouragingly negative way. My energy began to flag by the seventh restaurant. Of course, it was entirely possible Beth had just made up the whole story, and I was beginning to believe she might have. But she didn't seem like somebody putting on an act. She had been the most incredibly genuine person I'd ever met. I would see this through until the end, and I left the last restaurant as discouraged as I could possibly be. I climbed back into the cab. By this time it was about 8 o'clock, and we'd been all over Georgetown for the last 5 hours. "Well, I haven't had much luck so far," I told the driver. I gave him a brief, and expurgated account of my quest, basically that I was looking for someone 'very close to me,' and was batting .000. I didn't tell him any of the particulars, of course. He had a sad expression on his face when he saw how down I looked. "No luck, huh?" he said. "Look, I'm so sorry, it must be tough to miss the one person in the world for you - yes, I can see THAT much in your eyes, young lady. I firmly believe we each get one special person, and mine would be my Leslie. Forty years we've been together." He paused. "You know, I still believe in the power of prayer. You might give it a shot. HE's always listening." I smiled. "I'll bet SHE is. Maybe I will." I smiled, grateful for his interest in my desperate quest. "But could you take me back to my hotel now?" "Certainly, young lady," he responded, with a gallant bow. He chatted as he drove east, across town, about what exactly, I couldn't say. He was about two blocks from the hotel, when he pulled over to the curb near Massachusetts Avenue, and said, "Here you go, this'll do you some good." He pointed to the doors of a church, a small building of red sandstone block construction, called 'Luther Place Memorial Church.' I looked at him quizzically. "Look, I appreciate-" "Now, no, no no....don't you go on with your excuses young lady, I have ALWAYS found it to be true that I find what I have sought in the church." With that he actually got out, and opened my door. I had no choice but to get out, handing him $500 for his time and trouble all evening. I figured I could just walk back to the hotel. Goodness knows, that close to the White House, security wouldn't be an issue. But the old man wouldn't let me skip the church and get along to the hotel. Reminiscent of an expression I used to see on my father's face, he stood at his cab, with a similar look of 'you get your tail in there, little miss, or you will NOT hear the end of it!' So, to placate him, I went to the large oak doors, and was surprised to find the doors unlocked. I let myself in. A few minutes of meditation couldn't hurt - I'm not very religious. I had no idea what denomination the place was. After a little while I could walk back to the hotel, I thought. The silence inside the church was overpowering. It was like when you walk alone or with a lover, at night in a heavy snowstorm, all noise is hushed. It was like that, and kind of comforting. The lights were low in there, but there was enough light to see by, especially with the few spotlights on different features. I went to the last row of pews in the rear of the church, and sat down, wondering where I would go from here. I was kind of drawing a blank, but praying that 'Click A Chick' would come through for me, and praying that maybe whoever He or She is who pulls all the strings could cut me a break. I was actually getting some comfort from the whole thing, when someone at the front of the church abruptly got up and began walking toward the rear of the church. I thought it might be the pastor attending to his altar, or one of the parishioners getting in some late night prayers. I had my head down, and I was surprised when I heard the person say something, the sudden sound, a shock in the quiet of the church. "Lisa!", loudly. Then, as though realizing where she was, for it was a girl's voice, again she said, "Lisa!", this time in a softer whisper. My head jerked up - it was Beth! "Ohmigod!" I blurted out. I jumped up, banging my knee on the back of the pew in front of me, pain shooting through my leg. "Shi-" I began, but remembering where I was, and also having something much more important to do than complain, I hobbled into the center aisle, and Beth took me in her arms. "Oh my Lisa!" she said, several times, her face next to mine as we hugged, and held onto each other. I could feel tears running down her cheeks, then realized my cheeks were wet, too. "I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you again!" Beth said. "Umm, you do want to see me, don't you?"A look of fear flickered across her face. "Only every minute of every day to come," I said. "What happened? Why did you leave? Why didn't you leave me a note?" I was crying, I'm pretty sure it was because I was happy. "Oh, I woke up and realized I was going to be late getting to work at my uncle's restaurant. I kissed you, and told you 'I love you,' don't you remember? You were kind of asleep, but I didn't have much time. I said I'd be back as soon as I could." She looked embarrassed. "I couldn't find my panties, so I wore yours from last night. Are you mad?" "Uh, no...actually, I'm kind of turned on, thinking about you wearing my used panties," I said. "But, go on..." "I hurried through my work at the restaurant, dying to see you again, and rushed back to the hotel. When I got back, you were gone. I asked at the desk, but they said you'd left. I thought they meant, for good. I didn't know what to do, and this older man, sitting in the lobby coffee shop overheard me, and said I should come here, to this church, that HE always found what he sought in a church, and I would too." "An older man?" I said. "Was he black?" I was beginning to get suspicious, it's the lawyer in me. I don't believe in coincidences. "No, he was a white guy, with an old-fashioned mustache. You know, like in westerns on TV?" That was puzzling. Beth looked at me, eyes shining. Her grip on my hand tightened. "Oh, Lisa, I never want to let you go! Please say you feel the same!" "Oh, I do, Beth, I love you so much. Let's get on back to my room - we have a lot of decisions, and plans to make. And I'd like to tell those idiots at the registration desk to get their facts straight. And, umm, do you think you could quit your job?" "At my uncle's restaurant? Oh, I don't-" "No, silly - at Click A Chick," I said. Beth nodded. "Oh, yes! You're the only woman I ever want," Beth said, as she kissed my cheek softly. "And Beth, I've GOT to know - WHAT is the name of your uncle's restaurant? I went to every single Italian restaurant in Georgetown, and nobody ever heard of you." She looked embarrassed. "Umm, it's called 'Alfredo's," she said, looking at the floor. "Alfredo's?" I repeated, puzzled. "I didn't see any Italian restaurant in Georgetown called 'Alfredo's'..." "Well.....it's more of a pizza place," she said. "And it's kind of in 'north Georgetown', on Wisconsin Avenue..." Beth's face was turning red. "It's blocks away from Georgetown, and a pizza place, and you call it a Georgetown Italian restaurant?" I asked. "I kinda thought it sounded better, we sell calzones, too," Beth said, her face now bright red. Her smile, though, was brighter than the sun. "You went to EVERY Italian restaurant?" Her eyes were moist. "You really DO like me!" "Correction, I LOVE you," I said. We kissed, but chastely. After all, we were in a church. As we walked down the church aisle, hand in hand (not for the last time, either!), we crossed the area in the rear of the church, where baptisms are performed. "Look Lisa, what a beautiful baptismal font," Beth said, pointing at a carved white, marble bowl sitting on a pedestal. My eyes, though, were fixed on a simple 8 x 10 framed black and white photograph of two men standing together, one black, one white, on the wall above it, with a printed card below it that said: "Donated by the LGBT Community Group in memory of Pastor Ezekiel Preston, pastor of The Luther Place Memorial Church, Washington, DC, 1972 - 1982. He and his life partner, Leslie Askew, established the Lutherans Concerned of North America LGBT program at Luther Place Memorial Church. Both men died helping others in the crash of Air Florida Flight 90 on January13, 1982. Requiescat in pace" "Beth, that black gentleman looks like my taxi driver tonight....." a chill ran up my spine. "Oh, Lisa, the man in the hotel coffee shop..." she said, then stopped and stared at me. "Maybe you and I need to get to church more," I said, as we walked out the door and up the street, clinging to each other as though we were never going to let go. * Epilogue It was a month later at my home in Ft. Morgan, CO, that Beth and I received a thank you card from Luther Place Memorial Church, for our $500 donation to their 'Homeless Youth Fund.' Click A Chick Her hair there was damp and moist, a foreshadowing of the condition I would find her womanly slit to be in, dripping with her cream, and molten with her heat. By her cooing and moaning, I suspected that might be the case. My index finger assiduously avoided the swollen pearl of her pink, slick clitoris, hot and wet and aching for my touch as it might be. Instead, I slid the tip of my finger down along her labia on one side, finding heat and moisture on one side, and fine, downy pubes on the other. Picking up some of her female moisture on the pleasant slide downward, I caressed those sensitive, swollen and hot lips, as Elizabeth moaned and jerked. "Oh god, Lisa, fuck me! Please, fuck my hole, I want you inside me!" "What else do you want, sweetheart?" I whispered in her ear, my breath hot and moist on her. I was pleased that she was verbal - I absolutely adore women who aren't shy about what they want. "Ohh, I want you to fuck my hole with your fingers, fuck me hard....then I want you to eat my hot hole, and make me lick your cum-covered fingers....oh....oh...and make me eat your sweet, hot hole and cum in my mouth....OHHHHH!!!" Elizabeth's wide hips shook and bucked, as tsunamis of pleasure washed over her young body, all sensation concentrated in one small part of her body, then radiating out to every part of her loveliness. Elizabeth moaned with pleasure, her hands flailing, her right hand coming up to hold my head close to her as she began whispering coital endearments. "Ohh Lisa, I love you so much, you can do anything you want with me, make me your slave, I love you, fuck me endlessly, make me yours forever, fuck me....fuck me..." her voice trailed off, as I supported her, her body now weak with expended passion. I lay her down on the bed, on her side, and spooned with her as she caught her breath. Our bodies warm together, the scent of her aroused passion filling both our noses. I could feel her breathing steady, then after a long while she wiggled around to finally face me. "I'm so embarrassed," she said, the most delightful rosy glow suffusing through her breasts and upper chest, and reaching up to her face. "I'm supposed to be pleasing you, but you've just given my the most wonderful orgasm of my life!" I smiled at her. "Oh, I WILL be cumming under your touch, sweetie, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to show a young girl just how wonderful lesbian love can be. Even if you meet some guy and get married some day, he'll never make you cum like I will." "Oh god, Lisa, NO man could ever send me to heaven like that! I always want to be your lover, if you'll let me." She had a serious look on her face, her brown eyes on mine. Of course, the young feel such things so intensely! "I promise, you'll be mine tonight, Elizabeth," I said. "We'll see after that." "Please, call me Beth," she said. "And tonight will be so wonderful!" "I'm glad your nickname is 'Beth," I said. "It just seems much more feminine than 'Liz,' - and I like my girls to be very, VERY feminine." Beth blushed even more. I guess it was the realization that, for the first time, she was opening up to the deep pleasure of the lesbian experience with a woman, rather than casual experimentation with another girl. I knew I would certainly ruin her interest in any man in the future. I lay back on the bed, my head resting comfortably on one of the plush down pillows. I was sending Beth the message that now, she could take charge of me. She showed that she was quick on the uptake, unusual in a young girl. She leaned over my full breasts, my nipples stiff and hard and aching for her mouth, and lightly took one between her lips, gently squeezing me, as her hand caressed the hot underside of my breast. She sucked me into her hot, wet mouth, suckling at me like a lover, so much more aggressive and even cruel than a child, her teeth teasingly on my sensitive flesh, making me jerk as sparks of pain and pleasure radiated inexorably to my pussy. The girl showed potential. She continued making oral love to that breast, then switched to the other, kissing and sucking and biting that nipple, drawing out quiet involuntary moans from deep in my throat, as her hand went to the first breast, caressing my softness and pinching my hardness. Sharper electrical jolts traveled even faster, and more intensely, to the ecstasy building in my hips. I could feel the wetness in my panties. Beth's hand snaked down my stomach, and to the elastic of my black panties. Instead of slipping under, though, her fingers skated over the fabric, to trace my pussy lips, as I had done to her, but without the excruciating pleasure of skin to skin contact that I ached for. "Oh god, Beth, touch me there, you're teasing me so, touch me! I need to feel you on my pussy!" Beth ignored me. She was becoming such a delightful tease. Instead, her finger scraped over my cloth covered clit, my hips jerking in response, flashes of color momentarily filling my brain, as I came so close to cumming. The mini orgasms instead were perfect, and a prelude to what Beth would give me, in time. She kept her hand between my legs as she pressed her whole body against mine, and now mounting me, laying on top of me, began kissing me passionately. There were so many sensations flowing into me! I could feel Beth's hot, soft lips on mine, roughly osculating on my lips. Her tongue was daintily caressing mine, the saliva dripping from her tongue to mine. Her tongue was roughness, when the top with its taste buds slid against the side and underside of mine, so sensitive and slick. Her breath racing over my cheek from her small, but flared nostrils. The smell of her breath, still minty but acquiring hints of my own body scent. Her long hair, brushing over my face as she lingered over me, tickling my cheek and neck. The smell of her hair, that sweet fragrance of shampoo and girl-sweat, so erotic and stimulating. The feel of her smooth young skin against mine, warm and moist. Her breasts, her nipples so steel hard pressing into my breasts, and my own hard nipples pressing into her softness. The heat from her vulva, still covered and remote from me, when I now desired to have it pressed into my own vulva, and into my face, and onto my mouth, my consciousness overwhelmed by so many feminine gifts to me at one time. Her fingers between my legs, passively pressing against my hot and swollen pussy, now searching for the thin edge of my panties at the critical juncture of my Y, slipping under and triumphantly slipping deep inside my slick and willing opening, a cry of pleasure torn from me as I came, and came, again and again and again, endlessly. Beth keeping her mouth and lips to mine, riding my wildly bucking body as her fingers no longer tease, but instead please, ecstasy washing over and through me, an orgasm of a magnitude that I had not expected, but which I gratefully accepted from my wondrous lover, the amazing Beth. As we lay together, my body damp with my perspiration, and Beth caressing me, her cheek hot and flushed against my own, our breathing now in sync, I heard her chuckle softly. "What?" I said. At first a croak, then on second try, more clearly, "What?" in a slightly peevish tone. Beth raised her head up, a grin on her face and the most beautiful sparkle in her eye. "You thought you'd overwhelm me with that magnificent orgasm you gave me, didn't you? And that I wouldn't be able to do it back at you! Huh? Huh?" Her smile was marvelous. And I knew I was falling in love. "Yes, I admit it," I said, with a serious expression on my face. "You failed to fall into my love trap, I suppose..." Beth looked at me, unable to tell if I were really wounded, or putting her on, until she heard my giggle and the grin I could not suppress. "That really WAS quite mind blowing, Beth," I said quietly, as she rested on me, and looked lovingly into my eyes. "It sure was," she said. "Wait, are you talking about MY orgasm, or yours?" At that we both giggled, the 34 year old and the 18 year old, now both of us schoolgirls. I had never felt such a feeling before. Is this LOVE, I wondered. It was too early for all the fears that such thoughts bring to a woman. And we still had the rest of the night.