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Looking Back Now

By: trianglove



"Dedicated to my special friend and co-conspirator Rebecca.  Thanks for all the help editing and suggestions, my ToE girl."



My name is Jennifer and I should mention right off that I am a widow, which is part of the reason for my slightly above average lifestyle. Unfortunately, my nouveau prosperity came at the bittersweet loss of the love of my life, and subsequent inheritance of a generous life insurance policy distribution. 

Since losing Ricky, I'd not done much thinking about the opposite sex. My high sex drive had slowly been coming back, but I wasn't too interested in facing the demons I'd squelched right after the funeral. End of story. 

It's been a good several years since those tragic days. More recently, I feel pretty good about my stability and some of the new directions my life has taken. But let me digress to about a month and a half ago... 

Looking back now, the story I'm about to reveal to you seemed like the beginning to an ordinary day. 

I'd awakened at my usual early hour, taking my time with enjoying my coffee and setting the pace I would have to call "leisurely vanity". I don't like to rush my mornings, and I want to look my best when I'm all done. Sure, it means I have to get up sooner than I would have to otherwise, but I've never been the kind of free spirit who can hop out of bed, toss on jeans and a t-shirt, brush my teeth, and head out the door. 

I'd be afraid to sum up all the hours I have lived my life, taking the necessary time it requires to be presentable and happily coifed and pampered each and every day. I guess I envy those who can get away with those minimal preparations. Ha!

I especially like to keep my nails nice, so I regularly visit the local spa for a mani and pedi. Just one of those necessary luxuries, you know. I'm an inveterate fan of my French look. I think the result is professional, laid back and very sexy, all at the same time, depending on the circumstances. Whether I'm wearing my favorite bikini or pinstripe suit, I love the sharp appeal of that pretty white stripe on the ends of my perfectly sculpted tips, fingers AND toes. 

That's arguably one of the most fundamental, visual elements of the female mystique, in my opinion. Am I letting on about a bit of a fetish for you, my reader? I suppose I am, but you'll get to know that and more about me as you read further, and I hope we'll discover and build a certain relationship here together. I'm altogether cool with the idea of you falling for me. God, I'm such a flirt! 

Maybe you're wondering more about the rest of the picture. OK, ok. I'm taller than your normal American girl, busting the average by several inches. Let's just say that I am one of those girls who captivate people's opinions wondering what it would be like to be entangled by "...those long legs of hers". 

By the way, I'm so glad for the fashion shift this year in women's heels. I never liked those long, pointy elf-toe shoes that have been popular the past few years. I adore the newer round-nose shoes that have hit the stores this fall. That being said, the effect of me in my heels with my height make for quite a sexy presence, especially when I match an entire ensemble with say, a tasteful pencil skirt and crisply starched, classic blouse. 

My long, curly, brunette hair still looks quite attractive on my slender, 28 year old frame. I'm not into being all buff, though I admire any woman, well any person, come to think of it who works to maintain at least some of that sexy body we were all born with. I prefer to maintain a nice overall tone.

My greatest insecurity is about how I come off with people. I really admire the softer touch so many of my female friends have which seems to allude me. That's the one major thing I'd like to trade in, if I had the choice. Somehow I seem powerless to override my instinct for having a much too sharp edge at times.

Folks where I work do seem to respect me for a good level of intellect. I'm fairly passionate about my profession, and I never allow the mixing of business and pleasure. I suppose I might come off cold that way, but my Daddy gave me succinct advice about that long ago which I've always managed to keep in the front of my work experience. It's paid off well for me, and I enjoy a comfortable lifestyle, shall we say, due to a good education and an even better work ethic.

Well, so as I started off telling you, it seemed like an ordinary day, as I pressed the button to open the garage door and started my shiny, little Nissan 370Z. 

I love the feel of my leather seats that seem sculpted just for me. I exited my driveway, with the quiet but powerful feel of that little rice rocket moving me forward in a very satisfying manner, shifting through the gears with the leather knob in my right hand. 

Within 5 minutes, as the sun began to break the horizon with its typical beautiful hues, I had arrived in the small town I live close to and I began to encounter the first few vehicles of others who were on their way to make it to their morning jobs. 

I was soothed by the high quality sound system I had ordered my car to be equipped with. Although I like a large variety of diverse musical artists, from contemporary to classics, I was tuned to some relaxing, commercial-free piano, a Franz Schubert piece I think, thanks to my magical and mysterious satellite provider I sooo take for granted.

As I came to a rather halting stop for some unknown conflict ahead, I was suddenly bumped in my rear! Talk about being shocked out of my little slice of commuter heaven! 

I could tell right away there wasn't too much damage, because the force of the impact was only minor. Nevertheless, I knew I was in for a pain-in-the-ass encounter with my assailant, and worse still, the INSURANCE company. Damn the shitty luck. I began to lay odds upon the likeliness that they were using their damn cell phone and not paying attention. Pet peeve city.

My ruminations quickly came to an abrupt end, when I saw in the side mirror a flash of brilliant color, as the driver who hit me climbed out of its car. Yes...ITS! Not his, not hers, but holy fucking...what was that? OMG! "What is that?", I mused, as I checked out the blob of color that was approaching my car in an animated way. A clown? A clown hit me! 

You've got to be fucking kidding me! A short, unisex figure spilled out of their car, cell phone to their ear, as IT approached me. I had no idea what to make of the apparition enfolding before me. Was it a girl or a guy? I couldn't even tell, thanks to the goofy makeup and the fluorescent orange wig. 

Imagine my thoughts upon the realization of such a strange situation. I mean really! Have you ever been in a collision with a clown? What an absurd situation. I almost expected 20 more to come tumbling out of the vehicle, with bicycle horns squeaking and jugglers juggling.

I tried to regain some composure, and hit the little button to drop my electric window downward. Her voice, so panicked, but reliably feminine, finally gave me the identity of her gender.

"Oh my god!" "I'm so sorry for bumping you." she said, as she closed her cell phone and bent down to apologize. Suddenly after being so consumed with part rage, part total vulnerability, there was this urge to just burst out laughing, as her bright purple, bobbing, round nose and exaggerated red mouth was right in my face.

I unfastened my seat belt and began to open my door. She sort of jumped back from the car as it opened. I climbed out, grabbing my wallet and registration card as I exited my personal space. Again, the girl who I made out to be younger than me, and shorter by the typical amount, began apologizing effusively, as we both went back to survey the damage. 

Her non-flattering outfit, not the least bit fitted since it appeared to be derived from a bed sheet, did nothing to reveal anything but a reasonably respectful physique, no more, no less. The more I noticed, the more I realized she was quite a bit shorter than I was, like maybe just over 5 feet. She actually seemed sort of adorable, with a lost little puppy kind of personality, as she went on about this and that, revealing more and more of her quirky self.

In an effort to calm the situation down to a reasonably manageable level, and to try to restore an element of sanity to this crazy situation, I interrupted her and stuck out my hand, saying, "Hey, don't worry, this kind of thing happens all the time, and by the way, my name is Jennifer." 

The clown introduced herself as "Vicki" and offered her small hand in a reserved and tender manner that struck me as very non-clownish. Maybe Vicki was a very sweet clown, instead of a typical boisterous and annoying one. Whatever! I knew my best bet was to try to apply a sensible scrutiny to the situation and an orderly exchange of information so we could both be on our way and not let this unwieldy situation require more effort than necessary.

Over the next many minutes, things calmed down and we swapped our information; details for the insurance companies to sort out. Other cars went by, gawking at the unusual, early morning spectacle taking place. 

Soon, the lone cop car arrived, and the officer, once he got over the same initial shock I felt in the company of our colorful driver (who, as it turns out, was on her way to a paid gig), got us mercifully through the usual procedure. Before long, we all bid one another a kind enough thanks and goodbye. Of course, I knew I'd have a big hassle ahead, just to get the bit of damage Ms Vicki Clown had administered to the virgin derriere of my little car.

Well, that should have been the end of the story right? It's funny how the little incidents in life, as we cross paths with our fellow humans, can have such huge consequences in our destiny. Sometimes I think there's more to the "butterfly effect" than we wish to believe.

Fast-forward to this week.

Did I mention the small town I live in? I don't have much to do with the locals, because I like to keep my private life separate from the typical gossips that seem to migrate to these locales. I moved here for the quiet and the ability to get away from the city.

One of the small-town features I'd noticed at my local bank is a bulletin board outside in the entry foyer where people will post all manner of business cards and notes for others to see.

It had been over a month since my little fender-bender, and the repairs had all been taken care of. But as I entered the bank, I was struck by an especially colorful card with pretty, pastel balloons on it.

It read, "College Clowns, Sweet Treats with Flashy Flair".

In the lower corner were the obligatory identifiers, and as I looked closer, I saw not one, but two names.

"Give us a call, Vicki and Sherri", and listed their contact numbers. Without really thinking much about it, I grabbed one and stuck it in my purse as I entered the bank to take care of making a withdrawal. I ended up forgetting about the discovery until later that evening.

The striking bank teller I'd not noticed in my past visits, with her straight blond hair and unusually attractive smile, made my visit as painless as possible. I caught a bit of an undertone I wasn't certain about; maybe it was a feeling like she was giving me the elevator eyes as I filled out the withdrawal slip. She really caught my attention as she creased her lower lip with her manicured fingertip in a playful, flirtatious kind of way. 

The way she then counted out several twenties with her lovely hands kind of made me a bit light-headed. Her distinct, nail color choice was an iridescent pinkish fuchsia that I'd seen on other women and absolutely thought looked ravishing!

I've always been attracted to pretty hands, which is why I give plenty of personal attention to mine. Before "Meredith" placed the bills in my hand, I noticed she rested her slightly extended pinkie finger on the edge of my hand as if to steady hers. The effect gave me a heady rush, as she softly counted out the bills, one by one.

As I exited the bank, my legs were a bit wobbly from the risqué edge I'd been skating on at Meredith's window. The distinct flavor of her pretty perfume remained fixed in my mind for quite a few minutes thereafter.

Was I interested in women; I asked myself, admitting the thought had crossed my mind before...

I wondered to myself, once I got back into my little car, "...how long HAS it been since the last time I stopped to pleasure myself?" 

I'd been so busy lately that my usual sexual needs had taken a back seat to deadlines and working extra to meet them. I'd been exhausted Monday, Tuesday, AND Wednesday this week, with no time to spend except for the minimal requirements of eating the careful elements of my diet, sleeping 6 or 7 hours, and making the every other day trips to meet with my personal trainer, a Marine of a girl, if there ever was one. 

Katy took more interest in keeping me fit than I did myself, it seemed, but I was always happy with the results, so I followed her strict guidance willingly so that I could continue to wear all the pleasant clothes, both professional and casual, that kept me feeling like I was in top shape. All the rest of my time had been work, work, work.

Mental note to self...Victoria's was having their annual sale this week, and I needed to get up to the mall to replace some of my undies that were a bit worn. Maybe I'd treat myself to something a bit frilly and special since I had a small performance bonus coming in this week's check. Perhaps I'd also drop by my favorite Italian restaurant to pick up their delicious mussels in marinara and pasta that I allowed myself on occasion.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, that noticeable warm buzz that was a reminder of my need to slow down for a bit of pampered Jennifer time, during which I promised myself to take care of the sexual business I'd suddenly become much more aware of. 

Come to think of it, how had I let three days slip by without even thinking of my delicious little pussy and the huge appetite it normally had? Hmmm. 

As I drove back to work to make the most of the next 4 hours of my afternoon schedule, I allowed myself a bit of leeway to consider what little thing from my favorite lingerie store might look appealing on me, also giving consideration for the rapidly increasing warmth between my thighs to build its sunny glow deep within. Sunny glow hell! I was getting downright horny with each passing moment.

I turned into my parking space and checked my lips and whitened teeth in the rearview once, ready to head back into my office to deal with my "other necessary life". Was that a bit of wetness I detected, as my legs came together exiting my car? There had been so many subtle cues to my recently denied sensuality during my lunch break, and Meredith's fragrance resurfaced in my mind. I took a quick sniff of my hand where she had touched me, hoping to find a trace of her scent, and cursed myself for absentmindedly using the antibacterial cleanser as I was prone to do on occasion during the day.

Another mental note...make a deposit of that paycheck inside the bank this Friday, not at the ATM, as is my customary habit. Again, the image of Meredith's sexy finger tracing a crease across her lower lip made one last visit to my frontal lobe, just as I opened the inner door of the office and once again resumed the role of Jennifer, superwoman of the computer, aeronautics CAD engineer for a biz-jet concern.

Finally, 5 o'clock came, but I had to run by the store to pick up a few things on the way home. On the way through the check-out line, I decided to pick up a glossy copy of the latest Cosmo.

Once I got home and had something yummy to eat, I kicked off my heels and moved up to the bedroom with my hedonistic girlie magazine, quickly changing into a sheer lace nightie, then flipping pages through this and that story which gave me all the details of other women's sordid, but enviable lives that I was missing out on. 

As I was about to cast it aside so I could inhabit the sultry time I'd promised myself (where had the time gone...it was already getting close to 9) I noticed an ad about sexy videos made just for women. They claimed to have nice but naughty, high-quality DVDs which featured real dialogue and hot, carnal sex instead of the usual, poorly executed male-made class of porn that floods the market.

"Hmm, I thought to myself, I think I'll check this out."

So I hopped out of bed, plopped into my computer chair, and found the website, HotMoviesForHerdotCom. What started as an anonymous search suddenly came to a halt when I saw "Lesbian Film Reviews". Of course, I clicked on it, despite the huge smorgasbord of other choices, remembering back to the earlier encounters of the day. I suddenly felt the urge to explore more of my sense of where my new interests might lie, piqued especially by Meredith's undeniably sexy appeal.

As I panned through several different reviews, I finally found one which seemed to be quite highly rated, so in a quick fit of guilty pleasure, I opened the communication icon of my cell and dialed their customer service number. I heard the voice of a very pleasant-sounding agent come on the line, and I proceeded to give her my order and credit card information. Satisfied that I had taken a bold step into the unknown, I even decided to have her place a priority delivery service on my order. 

Suddenly, the sensation to pursue my newfound lesbian fantasy took on quite an urgent appeal. When I hung up the phone, my attention went straight to my throbbing pussy, alert and ready for immediate action. I could actually feel the pulsed sensations within the folds of my moistened pussy lips, prompted by each beat of my heart. My heartbeat accelerated out of control as the sheer madness of my enterprise collected in an unknown voice in my ultra-horny brain and shouted out "...do me now!"

Right there in my computer chair, I hit the "Preview this Video" arrow for another illicit sampler I'd noticed, and I clicked the little corner icon to get the full-screen effect. As the cinema opened before me, my legs also opened and my fingers began probing my now sopping wet tangle of flesh and bone. I was raw with desire, being so suddenly and completely absorbed in what I was seeing. There were two modelesque girls with their legs scissored together, platinum blonde on blonde, facing each other, and rubbing their juices into one another, squeezing their nipples, moaning, and sharing the most delicious, passionate looks.

I licked my lips lasciviously and heard the very audible sounds of my pussy juices as my fingers stroked my clit and ran down the length of my swollen cunt. I felt a tremendous orgasm approaching very quickly, as I continued aggressively probing my wet flesh. I was so turned on from the earlier part of the day combined with this hot extravaganza I now saw before my very eyes, that before I knew what was coming, my hips were bucking and my eyes closed tightly shut, as I rode the crazy wave of my first orgasm. 

The smaller pre-cursor orgasm was immediately followed by the huge crush of another. It reminded me of getting caught in a rogue wave at the beach; getting mauled by the force of all that water pushing and grinding and swallowing me whole, spitting me out on a glorious and serene, peaceful calm backside, the likes of which I'd not experienced in a long time. What bliss! 

Finally, my eyes reopened, I noticed myself regaining my breath, and my ears heard the last fragments of the tail end of the video. With my sticky, moist fingertips purposefully held away, I managed to click the close box on the window of the site using my ring finger, and with wobbly legs, crawled into bed and fell fast and deeply asleep. Just before I totally passed out, the slightest little tickle of a memory occurred to me about the pretty, pastel balloon business card I'd forgotten all about...

Looking Back Now Ch. 02



OK, I'm back to tell you more of my story. I'm switching things up a bit by exploring a written video format at first. Try to ignore any assumptions, and imagine it, just as it's written.

Then I'm going to switch to third-person narrative so I can have a little more flexibility with the dialogue...Love and hot kisses...Jennifer =)

4:45am Friday...

[Tight film camera close-up on shower drain] Water flowing and rapidly disappearing through drain holes.

Sound of water splattering loudly.

[Camera pans, opens frame a little] Five toes come into view, the water dripping in large and also small drops, viewer sees French toenail tips as camera opens frame and gradually reveals entire naked , female adult foot, then the second foot about 10 inches away, comfortably spread. The woman is obviously showering.

[Camera continues to open just a bit more but pans upward, showing ankles, then lower calves] Water flowing in heavy drops and flowing sheets, falling downward, hissing and splattering all around. 

The faint sound of moaning and heavy, irregular breathing can now be heard above the water noise as the camera continues to show the viewer the long female legs, water coursing down. Steam from the hot water gradually grows, slightly obscuring the view.

[Camera begins to slow its pan as her lower thighs come into view] Breathing intensity increases, becomes more halting and urgent as moans increase. French fingertips from one hand just come into view as camera has now reached her upper thighs, water running, heavily dripping and streaming from the fingertips.

[Now the camera focuses completely on Jennifer's right hand, fingers, enlarged clit, and shaved pussy, as the plunging fingers and hand are obviously involved in bringing her to orgasm] Her hips are thrusting and retracting, uncontrolled, urgent, irregular in rhythm. 

[Quick, different shot of a brief bedroom scene, Jennifer engaged in total, vividly depicted, naked bodily contact with another non-descript, but well-proportioned, youngish female] The inference is a scene for the viewer's sake to show what it is Jennifer's imaginary thoughts are fantasizing about. 

[Quick return back to the shower scene taking place]

[Camera opens frame a bit more to reveal Jennifer's other hand laid flat against the shower wall to steady her] Breathing and moaning very heavy and jerky now, as the powerful orgasm overtakes her and the fingers rub and bury themselves deeply into the soaking wet pussy. Moans of a reserved, private nature, meaning to not arouse anyone but her, are quite audibly heard over the sound of the shower's water fall. Jennifer is obviously alone there in the shower with her impassioned imagination.

Quickly the camera opens full frame to reveal Jennifer's entire body, eyes closed, her face in a sexual, dreamy state, her left hand now cupping her right breast as her forearm hugs her body for post-orgasm comfort, her swollen nipple being massaged with Jennifer's wet hand, as the water continues unabated.

Fade to black.

Friday, 10am. Coffee room at Jennifer's work.

The operations manager for the Gulfstream Aerospace satellite office where Jennifer worked in uptown Charlotte was conversing in an animated shoot-the-breeze conversation with the office manager when Jennifer walked into the company's nicely appointed breakroom with her empty coffee cup. Smiles and greetings were exchanged.

The conversation continued, as if it had not been interrupted.

The ops manager, Dawn, a well-dressed professional woman, said, "...so the new mint flavored birth control pills for women are going to be called....Pre-dick-a-mints." All three women giggled, and the conversation changed to:

"So Helen, for our office get-together next week, let's come up with another caterer."

Helen was an older, matronly woman who had the air of someone who'd been accustomed to a comfortable career with Gulfstream. 

She said, "I know; that Office Solutions group didn't exactly pan out as well as I had hoped when they did our last party. I'll have to consult with some of my other office buddies to see if they can recommend anyone."

Jennifer absentmindedly listened to the conversation. Her thoughts had mostly been focused on the design she'd been working on since 7:30am, but she was now thinking back on the delightful morning episode she'd enjoyed so much while in her shower. A satisfied, small smile appeared on her face, as memories of the sultry fantasy came flooding back into her consciousness.

Her curiosity about the whole lesbian experience had suddenly, like a hammer head shark on the attack, become a burning quest, with a thirst that had become irresistible and urgent. Seeing the videos on the website the previous evening had so captivated Jennifer that she was now fighting to maintain her office composure. That spark had started a blaze which was now ravenously consuming every one of her idle thoughts.

The morning shower episode had only served to whet her appetite, as she imagined her sexy unidentified lover, the softness of her supple, young body burning its hot influence deeply into Jennifer's psyche. She felt terribly excited by the whole recent chain of events, but also somewhat unsure and confused since the experience was all new to her.

She returned to her private, nicely decorated office as the other two also drifted off to other places.

As Jennifer stole away and temporarily moved her lascivious thoughts to another compartment of her brain, she began to refocus her energy on the matter at hand; a drawing for the 11th redesign of a complex part of the plane's forward canard stabilizer.

As she reached for her coffee cup to give it another gulp, her eyes drifted down to the balloon-colored business card which she'd placed on her desk. She'd put it there, trying to come up with a sensible plan to somehow find a means to get back in touch with Vicki. As if on cue, the catering conversation from the break room came to mind once again.

She thought to herself, "Well Vicki probably would be glad to have a shot at some cash for such a job, if she had the desire for such an event. Hell, she's comfortable being around others, but she was probably like most college kids, in need of a little financial help in whatever form it might take."

Jennifer postponed the canard drawing, and picked up her phone, dialing the number listed.

As the phone connection made its characteristic tones, Jennifer felt her adrenal gland kick in, pumping that crazy rush of adrenalin into her nervous system. "Cool it", she told herself, not wanting to convey anything other than a helpful Samaritan attitude.

After two brief rings, a soothing voice said "Hello?"

"Hi, is Vicki there?" Jennifer responded, as her knees involuntarily knocked together a bit.

"This is Vicki, the voice said with a smile."

"Oh hi, Vicki, this is Jennifer from back in August. We had that little fender-bender, remember me?"

"Oh HEY!" Vicki said excitedly, with instant recognition.

The two exchanged a bit of catch-up small talk, covering the quick waterfront of pleasant comments.

With a brief pause in the conversation, Jennifer took her cue and said, "Well, hey, I work for an aviation company uptown, and we have this little office party coming up."

"Oh, really. That sounds like fun, may I come?", Vicki said, with a kind giggle in her voice.

Since things already seemed to be moving so smoothly, Jennifer laughed and said "Yes, of course" then launched into her solicitation.

"Well, I was wondering, and I don't mean to seem rude or anything, but I know you have the clown business, and I was wondering if you've ever done any catering. We have decided not to contact our previous guys, since they let us down with some financial misdealings." 

"Wow" said Vicki, "How sweet of you to think of me! Actually, my Mom used to do some light catering, and I helped her. She still has some stuff, but not for any large events."

"Oh, it would only be about 7 or 8 of us in my department, but the budget would be pretty good, so you'd be well-compensated for your effort, that is if you'd like to try."

Vicki practically lit up like a Christmas tree. "Oh my god, are you kidding Jennifer? I'd LOVE to do that! I can sure use the money." "You're such a great sweetheart to think of me!"

Jennifer's mouth formed a knowing smile as she thought about the hopeful plans and ulterior motives she had up her sleeve, hopefully to be divulged at an opportune moment in the near future.

"Well, I can't make any promises, but I'll be sure to pass on your name to our office manager with a good word to promote you." "Her name is..." and the conversation continued into the details of who was going to call whom and what dates were involved so Vicki could block time out for the event, just in case everything worked out and she was chosen.

Vicki added, "Do you think it would be OK if I have Haley come with me to help? She's my other clown buddy, and I don't think I'll be able to do it by myself."

"I thought your other partner's name was Sherri."

"Oh!" said Vicki, "she moved to Australia, and now I'm working with my girlfriend Haley...I need to get that changed on my card..."

"Sure, well I think that would be a great idea." chimed Jennifer, already feeling just a bit jealous of anyone else who she might have to compete with for Vicki's sovereign attention, if the opportunity presented itself.

The two exchanged short-term farewells and vowed to be in touch in the near future.

As soon as Jennifer hung up, she dialed Helen's number and proposed the situation, hoping to beat out any other candidates with her glowing report about Vicki's large amount of experience and keen professional attitude. She hoped that she wasn't sticking her neck out too far for Vicki's sake, and realized the destabilizing effect her newfound fascination with women was having on her whole demeanor.

She and Helen confirmed that Helen would gladly follow up on the call to Vicki.  Jennifer hung up and opened her new Palm Pre to the personal directory of names and contact information.

"Gail Patterson" was the name she sought, and within moments, dialed the number and had the next conversation with her trusted therapist.

"Hey Gail, it's Jennifer...say, do you have any openings for a session? Something's been on my mind here lately."

Gail said, "...you ought to go buy a lottery ticket tonight Jen, hell you might want to buy ten of them. I just had a cancellation for this evening at 7. Would that work with your busy schedule?"

"I think that'd work fine if you're sure you can wedge me in there. I don't want to pass up the chance while I can take it." said Jennifer.

"OK, see you then" offered Gail, and they disconnected. "Now if I can get focused back on my CAD drawing..." thought Jennifer, and she totally lost herself in the details of her work for the remainder of the day, except for the interruption of Helen coming by two hours later to say that everything was copacetic with using Vicki for the job. Jennifer clutched her fist, jerked it downward, and breathed a "Yes!" as soon as Helen closed the door and disappeared from view.

Jennifer worked a little past her typical quitting time, which had become the de- rigueur custom all week, as she knew the deadline for the airfoil redesign was drawing close. She figured she still had enough time to swing by the bank in her hometown and get back up to the neighboring, small town of Matthews to make her 7pm appointment with Gail.

Tucking herself into her little car, she raced home, avoiding most of the rush-hour traffic by selecting a few rural roads most folks didn't usually want to bother with. As the week's memories passed in and out of her conscious state of mind, the more upbeat dance tunes on the radio kept Jennifer company as she dance-wiggled in her seat and considered what was still in store for the remaining part of the night.

She pulled up to the brick building, which was busier than usual with the other folks who'd also been paid, and unbuttoned one of her upper blouse buttons to give Meredith a little something extra to see.

She then shuffled out of her car, opened the heavy double door, and passed the familiar bulletin board in the outer foyer of the bank.  She happened to notice the pretty cards of Vicki and Sherri/Haley's still in the lower corner and absentmindedly plucked out another one so there'd be one to keep at home, since the original one was now at her desk at work.

Jennifer immediately caught sight of Meredith, busily helping a line of customers with their transactions. There were two other tellers Jennifer vaguely recognized, but had fortunately not developed any ties to, so she felt she could go join Meredith's line without causing a fuss.

As she waited for the line to progressively get shorter, there were several opportunities to steal a gaze at Meredith, basically to check her out in a way that Jennifer hadn't had quite the opportunity to do last time. As the last customer left Meredith's line and she announced "Next please", a delicious little smile of familiarity came across her lips, and Jennifer approached.

"Hi Meredith." Jennifer offered.

"Hi there Jennifer. I was hoping I'd see you again before too long." she said, as the forgotten perfume from Thursday confronted Jennifer's nose with a warm and sensuous welcome.

"Wow, I'm impressed that you remember my name." mused Jennifer, as her words caught in that embarrassing way in her throat. She then quickly gulped that funny way when something catches a person off guard.

Meredith spoke confidently saying, "I had a feeling about you the other day and I decided to memorize your name right away; you seem like maybe someone I once knew", she fibbed, not wanting to reveal the true nature of her interest.

Jennifer smiled as warmly as she could and acknowledged the kindness, but in her mind, she wondered if there was some yet-to-be-revealed agenda that might be present instead. She certainly hoped so, remembering that fingernail tracing across Meredith's lip in such a sexy manner. Jennifer also noticed the same color was still painted on and asked her:

"Meredith, do you mind me asking what the name of your nail polish is? I think it's so pretty."

"Oh, thanks, she responded, I just love it. It's my favorite color and they call it Passion for Pink..." although her voice had lowered a bit in a semi-conspiratorial tone. "It's so delicious, isn't it?"

Jennifer quickly and secretly considered the promiscuous-sounding name, wondering about the possible double entendre, and again complimented Meredith's choice. The clever name reminded Jennifer of how Ricky used to refer to Jen's tender, sexy places as her "pink parts".

"So what can I do for you today, Ms. Jennifer?"

"Oh, I just want to deposit this check and get a little fun money for the weekend." she said, passing the prepared deposit slip and paycheck across the counter.

Meredith observed the documents and said, "Oh, you forgot to endorse the check, hun."

Jennifer enjoyed the pleasant, little term of endearment, and wondered if Meredith offered it just to her or if maybe she addressed all her clients in such a manner. She hadn't noticed her using such terms during the time she spent in Meredith's line, so she took it to be a good sign.

And as Jennifer dutifully signed her name, she noticed Meredith taking the opportunity to visually explore her body, especially the exposed cleavage she had hoped she would find interesting.  Jennifer's legs began once again to get a bit unstable as the feeling of desire by this mysteriously sexy woman crept over her. It felt so good that Meredith seemed to be checking her out.

Meredith began processing the transaction, entering Jennifer's account number at her workstation from the coded number on the deposit slip.

As Jennifer's account transaction summary came up on her computer monitor, Meredith noticed the recent line item that had already posted from Jennifer's phone order the previous evening. Meredith immediately recognized the named video company, because she herself did business with them, whenever she was in the mood for some private home viewing.

Meredith's voice once again assumed a low volume level and she softly confided in Jennifer saying, "Forgive me for mentioning it but I used HotMoviesForHer just this past weekend and ordered some fun videos!"

Jennifer's face flushed a bit, totally caught off guard, as she considered the impropriety of the situation, but decided this inadvertent disclosure might be just the ticket for connecting with Meredith on a fast track she'd never anticipated.

A tense moment passed, but Jennifer's instinct took over, and she simply elicited a sexy wink and a little upturned corner of her mouth.

"So you want $150 cash?" Meredith offered, seeing the entry on the check slip.

"Oh, yes please." was the reply, as the two regained the previous momentum of the business at hand.

Meredith's deft hands shuffled the paper items and the machinery clicked and whirred as the accounting system registered the transaction, and the hidden cash drawer finally popped open. 

Meredith counted out the bills once on the faux black marble countertop, and then repeated the same drill as Jennifer looked on, mesmerized by Meredith's sexy hands and hushed tones as she counted to herself.

When the obvious moment came for the cash to change hands, Jennifer opened her hand as before and this time, Meredith repeated the same drill as before, but with more pressure from her smooth pinkie finger, holding down on Jennifer's soft palm as she counted the bills out loud for a third time.

"...one hundred forty, one hundred fifty...and one more thing..." as Meredith picked up a small piece of concealed paper with a hand written note, placing it on top of the stack of bills. It was a phone number, Jennifer noticed. "Please call me sometime" was all Meredith revealed in a hushed tone.

Jennifer tentatively placed a hand on Meredith's saying "I'll call you, sweety".

She left the bank in a hurry since she knew she needed to scram if she was going to make it to Gail Patterson's office in time.

She stashed the money and phone number in her wallet as she left. Jennifer tried to remain calm at this startling, new development, but to herself she exclaimed, "...oh my god, I can't believe that just happened!" Her hand was between her thighs every time she wasn't shifting gears, massaging herself through the fabric of her slacks. This time, she remembered not to use the anti-bacterial stuff, and frequently took a pleasant whiff of the fragrance Meredith had left behind from the brief contact.

It took a little less time to drive than she thought and she pulled up to Gail's office a few minutes early. She buttoned her blouse back to the more conservative cleavage mark and then programmed Meredith's number into her cell for absolute safekeeping, still relishing the handwritten note like a piece of rich, dark chocolate.

As the office door whooshed behind her, Jennifer entered Gail's empty waiting area, but the inner door quickly opened and Gail's pleasant voice greeted her.

Hey stranger, it's been awhile." was Gail's kind greeting, delivered with a welcome smile. "C'mon back, and let's do some weed."

The two women laughed a bit at the therapist's wicked humor, and they walked side-by-side to the well-appointed inside office, mostly furnished with Gail's contemporary desk, messy with gobs of paperwork and file folders.

The two automatically fell into a loose routine, but it wasn't long before Jennifer began to explain her newfound interest in same-gender sexual urges she'd been feeling.

"I'm just so overwhelmed with the desire to get some girl nookie, she explained, and I feel all sorts of peculiar emotions about the whole Ricky thing."




Looking Back Now Ch. 02



Gail said, "Well Jen, you know you are an obsessive person, so there's not much to explain behind your heavy fascination with such a new and powerful persuasion. Furthermore, as we've talked about before, that obsessive tendency is what makes you so good at getting on that god-damn computer of yours for hours at a stretch and being able to craft such award-winning pieces of work which your company values so much."

"So let me remind you once again not to be too hard on yourself. I'm a little concerned that you're willing to misrepresent and overstate Vicki's experience level to the company just to see if there's an opportunity to get into her pants..."

Jennifer interrupted, "But Gail, what about the whole thing of dealing with this whole bi thing?"

"Honestly, Jen? You know a good therapist is more geared toward helping the client to see things for herself, but knowing you as I do, and seeing you're in a bit of a rush to make a decision, I'd say you needn't fear the unknown, as long as you practice all the safe sex things you're already well aware of." "...other than that, what will it hurt to follow where you feel you're inclined to go?", said Gail. "I have to suggest that you may find that the reality is a lot more uncomfortable than the appeal of the fantasy."

No matter what other words of wisdom came from Gail during the remainder of the session, Jennifer's lasting impression was the green light she received from her therapist, who was also her trusted, long-time friend.

The two women finished, exchanged hugs, and parted with "good luck" wishes, and Jennifer climbed back into her car. It was Friday night, and Jennifer felt fully determined to segregate her pussy's reality from its illusion.

On the way back to the house, Jennifer's excitement level built with every turn in the road. "Yes, to say I can be obsessive about calling Meredith is probably an understatement." she realized. But there was no recrimination or self-abasement in her conscience. The whole thing reminded Jennifer of having those first crushes in high school, but this situation seemed exponentially more risqué and tantalizing.

As soon as she arrived at the house, she debated calling Meredith right away. She'd been pondering her moves for the entire trip home. Now she was uncertain as to how bold to be. "Well, I need a shower, no matter what." she decided.

But she first poked her head out the front door and retrieved the FEDEX package she'd hoped to find, along with the day's mail. Clutching the package from the porch, she ran upstairs to the master bedroom, doffed her business attire and strolled into the bathroom not wearing a stitch.

The sensations her body felt during the shower were sublime, with her hands excitedly rubbing the soapy, slippery, scented wash over her luscious, naked skin. The fragrance of it was lavender. It was nothing fancy, but Jennifer always found the smell comforting and it relaxed her senses. She was reminded of the erotic shower scene from earlier in the day, and was even tempted to reenact it, but for now, she decided, it would be better to postpone that gratification.

As soon as she bailed out of the refreshing shower, Jennifer wrapped herself in an oversized, pink towel. She hadn't washed her hair, so there was no tedious time needed to undertake that whole grooming process. In a few, short moments, she was propped up in her bed on her large pillows, with the undeniable throbbing of passion coursing through her entire body, especially noticeable in her "pink parts". Her heart beat very quickly now, as she retrieved her Palm device from her purse.

Meredith's number was safely stored, but Jennifer preferred to retrieve the hand written piece of paper from her wallet. There was still no substitute for intimate human interaction, even if just in the form of a tiny note. While she fished for that, she also got the second business card of Vicki's which she'd picked up at the bank, and set it out on her highly polished sideboard, under her favorite alabaster lamp.

Jennifer dialed the number and the phone on the other end began ringing right away. Jennifer's luck was still holding, as the sexy voice she recognized as Meredith's answered. 

"I was just thinking about you Jennifer", said she, obviously having some sort of caller ID integrated with her phone. "How are you, pretty woman?"

"Oh, I...I'm fine. You surprised me by knowing it was me!"

"Yeah, sorry, the days of 'who's on the phone' surprises seem to have passed with the last millennium. Sorry, shall we go through that again? It was a bit rude of me."

"Oh no, I'm willing to forego the usual formalities in lieu of moving right to the heart of the matter..." Jennifer admitted with a flirty laugh.

"Well that makes two of us. So what are you up to on this fine Friday evening that you've chosen to take me up on my offer for a private call?"

Jennifer liked the somewhat more aggressive tone in Meredith's voice, which made the whole process a bit easier to flow with.

"Oh, I dunno. I got home a little late and just had a shower. No big plans. What about you?

"Well, I was just hanging out knitting an afghan and drinking lemonade." Meredith said, delivering her improvised line with smooth precision, not betraying the goofiness of the statement in her voice.

"Yeah, followed Jennifer, I was hoping to catch some breathtaking Andy of Mayberry re-runs."

Meredith began softly whistling the well-known tune that always started every Mayberry episode.

With that, Jennifer could no longer hold it, and she busted out in a laugh. That got Meredith going too. So they'd officially broken the ice, and done a "right good" southern respectable job at it.

"You're a hoot Meredith"

"Please, call me something a bit more intimate...my good friends call me Mer."

"OK, in that case, call me Jen, if you wish."

The two spent the next fifteen minutes enjoying a delightfully warming, humorous repartee, several times having to wait out the rolls of laughter. During the conversation, it became abundantly clear that both girls were "between love interests", exchanging the minimal necessary details, reasons, and usual excuses.

Finally, a pregnant pause came, and Jennifer decided to fill the uncomfortable gap with, "Well, Andy's waiting for me, so I'll let you go, but it was nice chatting with you. Call me sometime, OK? Here's my number."

"Oh, don't bother, said Mer, I already jotted it...I mean...sure, go ahead and give it to me!"

Jennifer laughed, flattered that Mer had already done the dirty work, but she took the time to recite it to her anyway.

Mer read the number back, totally screwing up the order of the numbers on purpose.

"You're a goof", said Jennifer.

"...anything to put a smile on those sexy lips of yours..." returned Mer.

Whoa! There was the first openly sexual volley fired, thought Jennifer. Her gut reaction was to deflect the comment, so she simply laughed it off. But she did enter a plea of her own to let Mer know there was something there to pursue if she desired.

"Hey, I've been meaning to ask what your fragrance is", she asked. I have noticed it and think it's really good.

"Hmmm, first you want to know my nail color and now you're after my perfume." Mer's voice next dropped to a seductive tone..."next thing you'll want to know is whether I come to work au-commando."

Jennifer suddenly noticed that her hand had been stroking her pussy lips for maybe several moments. Her hand had found a slit in the towel and was finding abundant wetness.

As soon as the realization came upon her, for some reason, she pulled her hand away and smoothed the soft towel back into place, although her fingers definitely now had a distinct stickiness.

All Jennifer could think of to say was, "Oh, doesn't every over-15 girl do that these days?"

"Ooh, I like your naughty side, Ms Jen.", admitted Mer.

"We're being bad, I'd better let you go" repeated Jen.

This time, Meredith allowed the exit strategy, and the two exchanged goodbyes. As soon as Jennifer tossed her handset onto the bed, she stretched a contented stretch and smiled to herself saying out loud, "...well that went better than I planned."

Jennifer hopped up from the bed. Her towel had become loosened during the maneuvering in the bed, and the bedroom was plenty warm, since the cool evenings of the Carolina Autumn weather had yet to arrive. So Jennifer hung it up in the bathroom to dry, and came bouncing and giggling back into the bedroom, her tits jiggling and wobbling freely.

She dove on top of the bed naked, feeling like a kid, after the wonderfully friendly and alluring, sexy exchange with Mer. She began opening the sealed FEDEX envelope, trying not to damage her nails on the difficult non-tear wrapping bag. Then came the cardboard container that the DVD was housed in, which wasn't so difficult.  "Christ, she thought to herself, they make these damn things so hard to get into!"

Next was the tight, tamper-proof cellophane wrap that hugged the disc box tighter than a hoard of...

Suddenly, before Jennifer was able to successfully liberate the disc, her Palm buzzed with the tone of an incoming text.

"1 message received", it said

She selected "Read"

my lemnads wrm. hows andy. mer

Jennifer hit "Respond"

andys kinda lukwrm 2, thnkn bout my new dvd...

ought 2 b hotr. watz its name? answered Mer

"Oops, thought Jennifer, now I have gotten myself into a jam since it's not just a regular porno flick." Gail's counsel from earlier in the evening ran through Jennifer's mind, and she decided to push her good luck.

no boyz, no toyz, num 6

Meredith responded...

ooh my notty jen. i wanna c

Jen wanted to be funny but daring, so she responded:

privit jama party 4 2? ;)

u wont kep me past my bdtm, wil u? was Meredith's response.

blv i hav a spare bdrm. brg tothbrsh.

Really ;)? asked Meredith

1162 maypath road. im popping the corn in 25 mins. be thr or b []

my ass is haulin! was Meredith's final text.

Thanks to Meredith's teller position at the bank, she already knew the address, had MapQuested it, and knew quite well how to find the front door of her future lover Jennifer's house.



Looking Back Now Ch. 03



Hi love...I'm hoping you're still reading. Things are about to get pretty sizzling...Lusty kisses...Jennifer ;)

Meredith cruised through the nighttime streets with the windshield wipers scrawling across the glass, clearing the raindrops which were now beginning to increase in their assault upon her windshield. It didn't take long to navigate the 12 miles to Jennifer's house, but driving in this kind of weather was never pleasant. No biggie...she'd tossed on a rain coat at the last minute when she'd stepped out of her house, and now she was especially glad for such preparations. 

The nights were still warm, so she'd even had to use a bit of air conditioning. Agh! Another traffic light turning red just up ahead. As she waited for the time to pass, Meredith was greatly aware of the urgency she felt. Funny how such delays usually had little impact, but on occasions like this, they seemed to plot and conspire to make time seem extraordinarily long. Ah, finally green, and that was the last one!

Now it would be smooth cruising all the rest of the way, as she passed the last landmarks and yes...there it was, as her headlights began to pick up the street marker for Maypath Road.

Jennifer had headed out to the front porch and was sitting on the swing, taking in the moistness of the late summer rain, enjoying the pat, pat, pat of the raindrops as they plummeted down her home's downspouts and splattered at the base. Lightning off in the distance, followed by a muted thunder, were comforting to watch; they even added to the special excitement of this very unique night.

Some owls hooted in the adjacent forest; surely a good sign heralding the exotic nature of what she hoped would be an adventure of great dynamic. Suddenly, above the sound of the rain and crickets, Jennifer heard the sound of a car approaching. It had to be Meredith, because her driveway was so long that it sounded much different from an ordinary car passing nearby. Headlights through the trees confirmed it, and once again, Jennifer was all-too aware of her adrenelin rapidly rising to heady levels.

Meredith's pulse quickened as she approached Jennifer's house (what's with this fucking long driveway??), and it was obvious that all the outer floodlights had been turned on in reception for her. She saw Jennifer's figure on the porch through the intermittent wipes of the car's blades, and as she got closer to the house, one of the two garage doors began to slowly open, revealing yet another lit area and an empty bay.

From the porch, Jennifer held the remote in one hand and she motioned for Meredith to pull her car into the opening of the garage to allow both her and her little car to get out of the weather. What an unexpected surprise!

Jennifer then ran back into the house and through the hallway and the kitchen, arriving at the door leading to the laundry area and finally the door going out to the integrated garage she'd insisted on having. 

Meredith saw the door open and had already turned off the car's engine. Jennifer punched the "door close" button on the remote, and watched as Meredith's head popped out from the car.

"Hey! You made it! Welcome to my home, Mer"

"Wow, thanks so much for letting me park inside. I came prepared with my raincoat, but I didn't expect such a nice luxury."

As the two exchanged greetings, Jennifer beckoned Meredith to cross the garage floor and to join her standing there. Jennifer smiled broadly, opened her arms in a welcome hug, and Meredith gladly took the invitation for the warm greeting.

As they hugged, Jennifer greedily breathed in the familiar fragrance of Mer's delicious perfume. Both women pulled back and smiled at each other. Quickly, with years of acquired social habit, the two again drew close, turning their heads slightly obliquely, and pecked one another with a half kiss on the cheek.

Jennifer felt the roughness of Mer's raincoat against her, since she chose to simply put on a soft cotton-print top and matching, short bottoms, her favorite lounging and summertime sleepwear. Her pink, fluffy slippers were the only other accessory of her brief outfit and the length of Jennifer's legs, now fully revealed, pleased Mer as she quickly checked her out in the not-so-bright lighting.

Mer followed as the two headed away from the cars, Jennifer pulling Mer into the house, their warm hands grasping snugly. She had a moment or two to sneak a glance at Jennifer's cute-looking tush wearing the cropped, softly hugging shorts.

As the two entered the kitchen, with huge excitement and anticipation running high, Jennifer turned to face her guest once again. She offered a game show hostess wave toward the well-equipped kitchen interior, and said "Welcome to my little slice of decadence in the face of world peril."

"Now let me have your raincoat, and let's get this girl party underway!", she said, beaming warmth and welcome to her new guest.

"Wow, nice place..." Meredith gushed, as she fiddled with the belt and buttons of the full-length raincoat, looking about at all the nice kitchen appurtenances and at the highly polished countertops. Everything was very nicely decorated, but it all paled in comparison to this moment of standing next to the main object of her desire.

Finally the coat parted, and Jennifer gasped audibly. The two women's eyes met again, and sparkled gaily, as Jennifer reached out to help with getting the coat off of Mer's shoulders and arms. Mer had chosen a pair of pretty wedges to drive in, but Jennifer was unprepared for the brevity of what was revealed underneath the raincoat.

Meredith had briefly turned her back to Jennifer in order to remove the coat, and in the brighter light of the kitchen interior, Jennifer saw an incredibly sexy woman revealed in a hot body, clad in a dramatic, sheer, ivory babydoll. The low-rise v-string and upper cups were accented with a frilly tulle highlight and minimal spaghetti straps.

"Wow, cooed Jennifer, when you come to a pajama party, you don't mess around, do you? Oh my! Look at you!"

Meredith blushed and said, "...well you SAID we were going to have movies and popcorn, so I figured my little, black dress was out, plus I just picked this up at Victoria's today so it seemed a good opportunity to wear it." An exaggerated pout formed on Meredith's glossed lips as the two faced again and as Mer feigned her feelings being hurt.

"Oh no, you look a-DOR-able, sweetheart", and to emphasize the point, Jennifer beckoned Mer to accept another hug, one which Mer was very quick to accept.

As their two bodies now meshed, sans raincoat, Jennifer remembered the words of her therapist...

"... you may find that the reality is a lot more uncomfortable than the appeal of the fantasy..."

If the feelings of her heart fluttering like a bird suddenly taking flight, her pulse banging noisily inside her veins as if the whole works might come unglued any moment, and the warmth that raced up and down the length of her young, mature body like a crazed pogo stick was any indication, then the question of her pussy following suit was totally a non-issue. 

Even as these thoughts raced through her head, she felt a very pleasant tingling spreading throughout her body which affirmed that her experience was not the least bit objectionable.

Both women slowly, intimately pressed their warm bodies together and mutually wrapped their arms, encircling one another's backs, and held there...and held there even longer...neither wanted to break the tender, sensuous embrace. The warmth flowed between them as the scent of one another's aroused endorphins mixed and danced in feminine heat. 

It was a defining moment between the two early-stage lovers, neither planning for such a thrill, but both powerless to turn away from its incredible panacea of flavors and textures.

With the prolonged hug, a certain unspoken amount of communication passed between Jennifer and Meredith on a telepathic wavelength that was every bit as real as any tangible words might convey. It said, "We have both been dreaming of this; let's never deny it. The time has come for us to have our very own slice of heaven."

As time slowed with this display of affection and desire, both women were so aware of the very real presence of each other's firm breasts as they mashed together and sought one another's instinctual, maternal comfort. Their senses of smell and touch were on high alert, both sampling one another's exotic scents and softness. They both buried their noses in each other's luxurious hair; Mer's long strands of thick blondness, and Jen's generous, curly, dark, brown locks that adorned her shoulders and ran down to elbow length.

Jen whispered into Mer's ear, "Thanks so much for inviting me to your little pajama party...", and the passionate moment finally came to a close, as the girl's flesh separated and Jennifer laughed, looking adoringly into Mer's bright, sparkling, hazel eyes.

"Well, I feel so underdressed in my frumpy cottons with you all ladylike and frilly!" said Jennifer.

Meredith turned sideways to Jen, grasped her arm-in-arm, and proclaimed, "Take me to your closet and let's either put me in something more casual or you into something with lace!"

Though they'd begun moving forward, Meredith suddenly stopped their forward momentum as the two laughed in excitement. "Oops, I almost forgot", as she released Jen and pounced on her raincoat hanging on the barstool. Rummaging through the pockets, she straightened once again and said, "Found it!", as she produced her toothbrush and held it high like a scepter, smiling an exaggerated smile.

Jen laughed out loud at the funny image as if Napoleon Bonaparte himself were standing before her, arm raised in salute.

"God, you're a nut Mer!", as this time SHE grabbed Mer's arm and both women half ran to the staircase, giggling all the while, Jen leading the way.

The two pounded up the carpeted stairs and Jen led her new friend down to the master bedroom door, standing wide and open. As they entered, Mer took in all the sights of Jen's most private of rooms. Central to the room, other than the huge flat-screen TV, was the contemporary canopied, four post, king-size bed. The comforter and sheet were turned down and the overstuffed pillows were pushed to one side, revealing where Jennifer had obviously lain not long ago.

"Nice!" was all Mer could manage in the brief moment which passed, as Jen scooted her up to the oversized, matching armoire. 

With a flurry to rival the toothbrush scene downstairs, Jen reached into one of the lower drawers. "OK, I think you'll really look cute in this cotton, red one-piece, it's a favorite of mine!" said Jen to Mer. Mer walked with it over to the full-length mirror, and held it out, then laid it upon the front of her body.

Jen's eyes were glued to Mer's incredible tushy, so exquisitely shaped and shimmering under the barely there teddy, every chance she could sneak a peek.

Holding it out again, Mer eyed the rear, center section of the full-length red outfit, and cooed, "Oh, look at the cute fanny flap with the big white buttons! How sweet, where did you find it?"

"Oh, my friend has a consignment shop uptown and she let me have it for next to nothing..."

It truly was a fun and playful outfit.

Then Mer's eye caught another treat almost out of sight in the drawer and she exclaimed "oooh, what's that?"

"Oh...it's just a dust ruffle I never use anymore..." trailed off Jen.

"You're kidding" inquired Mer.

Jen started laughing, bending a bit at the hip, and held Mer's right forearm to show she'd fooled her sexy friend.

"You ARE kidding, you little buttsqueeze" and with that, Mer smacked Jen's tushy with a good slap, which caught Jen off guard and elicited a YELP from her, followed by more laughter. Mer then helped herself to removing the enticing-looking garment from the drawer herself.

"MMmmm, now I LIKE this, she emphasized, as the two walked over to the bed to spread the two choices out upon the comforter. "I see you're a Victoria girl also Jen..." as Mer spied the sought-after Italian designer label carried by the VS company.

Beside the red one-piece laid a devilishly cute cami, white in color; a silky piece trimmed in black, also with elegant spaghetti straps. Jen stepped back over to the armoire, dug a bit in the drawer, and produced the matching thong. She laid it out beneath the cami with the little red bow in the middle of the skimpy black, lacey waist strap.

Mer coyly looked at Jen, cocking her head first to one side, then the other, placing her painted nail upon her lower lip just as she had done in the bank that first day saying, "..Hmmm, I dunno...tough choice whether to dress me down or you up, sweetie." 

Jen decided to break the deadlock by offering, "OK, well why don't we flip a coin, heads for red, tails for the Intimissimi piece", as she reached for a useable token that was in her jewelry dish on top of the dresser.

"Wait" Mer quipped, as she quickly placed her hand upon Jen's to stop the token that was poised upon her manicured thumb, almost ready to take flight.

Both girls had barely stopped smiling the whole time they'd been together since Mer showed up at the door, and Mer's eyes now brightly sparkled once again with her idea. 

Their touching and playful flirting did not go unnoticed by either of them, although they remained outwardly tacit about each new exchange. Now Mer's warm hand upon Jen's allowed them both to once again enjoy the sensual bond that increased with each passing moment.

Mer announced, "If I end up wearing the red butt flap, then we meet next weekend at my house wearing the other two pieces, OK? It'll be my turn to host you."

"Deal" Jen agreed enthusiastically, and freed her hand, tossing the token into the air. She flipped it, but it went too high, bouncing off the ceiling so that both girls had to jump back. Mer hollered "Augh!!" and Jen snorted and held her hand to cover her mouth and nose, laughing all the more, as the token fell to the floor and rolled under the edge of the bed ruffle.

Mer jumped down to push the edge of the ruffle out of the way, offering Jen yet another incredible view of her ass, all poked up, this time without the benefit of the sheer coverage, which had parted along the long, vertical, back seam. Damn, her hot ass looked good enough to bite right then and there.

She scrambled down on all fours also, and both saw that the "tails" side showed. 

"Awwww said Mer, well can I just borrow the one-piece anyway? It's so adorable!" 

"Of course you may!" said Jennifer, as both of them straightened and faced each other.

Jen quickly folded the red outfit and set it upon the dresser for Mer, and then disappeared into the bathroom with the more sparse pieces in her hand, pushing the door partly closed behind her.

Mer flounced down upon the bed and waited excitedly for her host to reappear, looking the entire room over, and feeling all bubbly and content; just so girlish here with her sexy friend.

She yelled through the door, "You don't have to mess with the popcorn if you don't want to Jen, I'm kinda a little bit stuffed from my dinner."

Jen returned, "..okay, me too really, but how about a little red wine?" as she continued dealing with getting her outfit adjusted just right.

Mer said, "That sounds better, shall I go get it?"

"Sure, it's on the counter in the kitchen...it's a Merlot, is that OK?"

"Oh yum, I'll just bring the bottle up, ok? Hurry up in there, I'm ready to snuggle up and watch this naughty movie of yours."

"Yeah, you'll see the glasses, just grab them and I think I left the corkscrew out" returned Jen, as Mer dashed out the door and back down the softly carpeted steps.

Jen breathed out with anxiety, quickly fanning her face with her right hand. Her pulse had hardly slowed down a bit since she'd received Mer's "My ass is haulin" message. She looked at herself in the mirror, opening the door to hear Mer's progress downstairs.

"Am I ready for this?" she asked herself, calmly reassuring herself and pulling on her curls a bit, as she looked herself over in the mirror. "There's no turning back once I walk out this door." 

Although she felt an ample supply of butterflies whizzing around in her gut, her blood pumped steadily and her unshakable curiosity would not be denied, she decided. 

As she exited the bathroom and sat upon the bed, she first crossed her arms, but then thought better of it and relaxed them both down on each of her sides. She heard Mer ascending the steps, accompanied by an occasional clink of the glassware.

She quickly reached for the remote and flicked on a collection of favorite female vocalist tunes, softly coming from the Bose system. She immediately recognized the distinct voice of Neko Case.

Mer re-entered the bedroom and suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth open. Her look of amazement, upon seeing Jen, quickly turned to a flirtatious smile.

"Honey, sorry, but you look so much hotter as a naughty girl than as a teddy bear in your cottons, and you're a thousand percent better than when you come see me at work!"

"I guess I'm to take that as a compliment?" Jen playfully asked, batting her eyes at Mer and flinging one side of her long curls back over her arm, smiling flirtatiously.

Mer waltzed over to stand directly in front of her lovely hostess, bent down slightly, placed her free hand upon Jen's thigh, and praised her, "You, my dear, look indescribably delicious, how's that?"

As she did so, Jen couldn't help herself, and she stared briefly at Mer's exposed, generous cleavage that was presented oh so provocatively. Mer reached up and cupped Jen's chin in her hand, pushing her head back upright.

"There's more where that came from if you loosen me up with some wine, dearie" as she handed the bottle and opener to Jen.

Jen blushed furiously, and stammered a bit, something about not getting any wine on the bed, as she wiggled off the mattress slowly and headed into the bathroom. 

Meredith sat down on the warm spot just vacated by Jen's tush, and got her first good look at Jen's bared and muscularly firm ass.

Jen countered from the bathroom, "I think I may be the one in need of loosening up a bit." As she pulled the cork out of the bottle with an audible pop.

Hearing this, Mer got up and walked into the bathroom, placing both glasses down on the pretty vanity surface.

Jan hesitantly held the corkscrew out to Mer, the cork skewered, and said, "Care to have a whiff of the cork?"

Mer kindly grasped Jan's hand so the both of them were holding the corkscrew, but she pushed it aside, and slowly closed the distance between their faces, holding Jen's gaze in her hazel eyes.

"I like it that you're wound a little too tight" declared Mer.

Mer's lips were close enough that Jen was able to feel the warm breath on her face and nose.

Neither girl was smiling now. Both of their expressions were dead serious, reaching out with trepidation and crazy tingling...anticipating, wishing upon a star, their thoughts spinning in a blurry whirl.

The moment held. "My incredible dazzling ship has just arrived into port", thought Jen. This is the crown jewel I've been dreaming of.

Jen closed her pretty brown eyes and felt as if she floated on a puffy cloud. Mer looked at her longingly but held her position.

Jen moved her head forward, slowly, seeking her luscious, rich destiny with all her senses tuned to ultra-sensitive.

She contacted the glossed lips of her guest, just touching...softly...very tenderly...not kissing...just quietly and lightly pressing herself into Mer's wonderfulness. Her nose picked up the sweet notion of Mer's delightful, scented gloss and even the subtle scent of her skin, as her breath slowly ushered itself in and out. 

Their warm noses touched sides. All was deadly quiet, except for their breathing, slowly rising and falling.




Looking Back Now Ch. 03



Another moment passed, and Mer's eyes went fully closed.

Jen thought to herself, "I think I have just died and gone straight to Venus."

Mer's thoughts were all over the page, but the pinnacle moment of being able to share what was most likely Jen's first girl/girl kiss experience layered itself in her mind as one of the sweetest and most treasured things she'd ever known. She knew this would be one of life's moments which she'd never forget.

The two separated just a bit and partly opened their eyes. Mer admitted in a soft, sexy phrase, more breathed than spoken, "I have been sooo wanting to do that from the first moment I saw you, Jennifer."

Jen clucked at her, and softly said "Well duh...what took you so long, banker chick?"

Silently, their hands let go, and Jen struggled to blindly guide the corkscrew down to the vanity while Mer's arms had already begun encircling Jen's waist.

Jen followed suit, wrapping her arms in the same way, seeking closeness and comfort. They both drew themselves toward one another, once again feeling their firm but cushy breasts squeezing...mashing together. Other body parts mingled, but more importantly their eyes once again closed, and this time, their lips met at a different angle as Mer tilted her head slightly askew. 

Fires were started somewhere deep within with that kiss. The moment was so deliciously, insanely erotic and yet sweet, tender sweet.

Mer's hands lowered a bit as she felt Jan's waistband and worked her thumbs under its elastic tension. She couldn't wait to see where this was all going, but at the same time, knew she needed to wait it out patiently, not wanting Jen to spook and run.

The kiss lingered, then let up, as they turned a bit, changing angles and pressure and beginning to now part their lips, adding just a hint of their tongue tips.

Jennifer also lowered her hands, but she actually cupped Mer's upper ass cheeks which she'd been dying to touch and squeeze.

Mer pulled away again briefly and spoke "Burberry...Brit"

Jen's eyes opened and a quizzical look came upon her face, questioning without speaking.

"It's what I wear that you seem to like so much"

"God, baby, you smell so good to me" Jen admitted, not the least bit hesitant at using the 'baby' term, now that they had kissed, eliciting hope and expectancy. She mentally filed away the name of the fragrance.

There was enough of an interruption of the immense sexual tension to merit a brief break. Jen looked down and uncoupled from Mer with her left arm, but continuing to press Mer into her using her firm ass cheek for leverage.

She reached out to grasp the wine bottle and playfully poured each of them a glass of the rich, red Merlot. She picked up one of the glasses and handed it to Mer, who reluctantly released one of her hands from the elegant trap it had found in Jen's G-string band.

The two opened a bit of clearance between the warmth of their bodies; barely enough for two wine glasses to fit between them. Jennifer picked up her glass and briefly looked upward to the ceiling and the outer space beyond, searching for inspiration.

Looking back down, her dazzling brown eyes reacquired Mer's and she spoke her ad-lib toast, "...to the thought that everything from this point onward this evening will only get better..."

Mer acknowledged the toast by giving her a quick kiss in affirmation, and the two each took a thirsty mouthful of the delicious redness. They swallowed and kissed again, lips parting, as they co-mingled the berry-rich flavor which they'd just consumed.

"Shall we just stand here all night kissing, my Juliette?" asked Mer

"It's tempting, but I would prefer to take you to my big bed, my crazy-sexy kisser girl. C'mon", Jen said, as she softly turned her partner's body so the two of them could walk with their arms around each other's waists.

Jen's private thoughts were only that she'd made a totally good decision to invite Meredith over to play, as her hand gave a pleasant squeeze to Mer's ass cheek. 

The two uncoupled and Jennifer set her glass upon the nightstand, next to the hand-written note that showed the private phone number.

As Mer looked on, Jennifer tossed more of the comforter aside, exposing most of the fresh bedding sheets and the ample pillows.

"Here, let me hold your glass while you climb in" she said to Mer.

As Meredith found a comfortable spot and piled a few pillows behind her so she'd remain propped up, Jennifer told her, "I find it a bit hard to even imagine you're here in my bed, as she handed both wine glasses to Mer for safekeeping while she also found purchase to a good place that got her as close as possible to Mer.

"Well, take your glass, and I'll pinch you if you need me to convince you this is really happening" Mer said, striking a very sultry pose, as Jen accepted her glass back.

Without seeking further permission, Mer reached a hand forward and found Jen's right nipple, giving it a firm-but-not-too-hard squeeze. 

"Ooh! Mmmmmm, I may need a few more of those pinches from time to time, if you don't mind."

Meredith then turned her glass up and gulped the remaining contents, setting the empty glass upon the headboard. "I want you" was all she then said.

Jennifer said, "But what about the movie?" as she also finished what was left in her glass and stashed it next to Mer's. 

"Later gorgeous; right now you're all I want for provocative company tonight" Mer said, as she reached out a hand behind Jennifer's neck and pulled her back into kissing range.

The two exchanged kisses for minutes and the minutes turned into incredible, passionate journeys into places Jennifer never knew existed. Meredith was the first to move beyond her lips to kiss behind Jennifer's ear, as their hands caressed and wandered, touching, brushing and lightly grazing one another's faces, sides, arms and bits of exposed flesh. Jennifer followed suit, seeking out anyplace that seemed to get a moaned response or a quick inhale of breath.

The whole experience was familiar from her long ago erotic nights with Ricky, but wholly different and ridiculously more exciting than Jennifer had even come close to imagining.

Meredith then took the lead, pulling first one, then the second spaghetti strap from each of Jennifer's soft shoulders, touching and caressing all the new flesh to behold, gradually working her way into the splendid curves of Jennifer's inviting mounds and valleys of breast flesh.

The warmth of both their bodies seemed to melt away any of Jennifer's inhibitions, as first her breasts and nipples were exposed, followed by her own explorations of Meredith's.

Neither girl's camis lent themselves to being pulled downward, so before too much frustration set in, the two removed each other's upper clothing. Not a wealth of words were spoken, as signals were communicated mostly with "oohs and ahs" and furtive glances with impassioned pursing of lips, interspersed with kisses, endless kisses.

Jennifer finally spoke, "I want to see all of you, my lover", and as Meredith obligingly lifted her hips upward, Jennifer quickly but ever so lovingly pulled the beautiful, satin piece of nothingness off Mer's hips and then down her handsome thighs as she settled back down. Jennifer pulled the tiny garment the rest of the way off Meredith's sexy legs, past her feet, purposefully avoiding the first gaze at her most private of places. (She loved surprises!)

"Just so I don't feel all alone, shall I undress you also?" spoke Mer. 

Jennifer freed herself of any remaining inhibitions by turning herself around in the bed, on her hands and knees, offering her partner a full view of her hindquarters; splendid naked thighs and her two mounds of ass flesh. 

It was an easy invitation for Meredith to accept, as she worked her hands under the last stitch of clothing between them and pulled them off of Jennifer, not the least bit hesitant of looking at the visible folds of pussy flesh revealed between Jennifer's slightly parted legs.

"Don't move..." was Meredith's request, and as Jennifer remained where she was, looking at Mer's delicious-looking feminine feet and lower legs, her own tits nicely suspended in mid-air, Meredith shifted downward in the bed, off of the support of the pillows so that her head was now next to Jennifer's knee.

She tugged upward on Jen's leg and Jennifer helped by lifting. With a quick movement, Meredith maneuvered herself between Jennifer's legs and accomplished the first half of a 69 position. In doing so, Meredith spread her own legs and exposed for Jennifer the first broad glimpse of Mer's gorgeous pussy flesh.

Jennifer now was able to stare with no reservation as she began caressing Meredith's warm, sexy stomach bump, just north of a wisp of barely visible, closely cropped blonde hairs, the color of a wheat field just before harvest.

Meredith reached up and pulled one of the pillows under her head to be at just the right height (which was just a tiny bit beneath Jen's moist, parted lips) and was drawn to the bead of pussy nectar Jen had unconsciously prepared for her. She also noted the recently waxed pelvic bone mound, bare and sassy.

With no hesitation, Mer slowly combed the entire length of Jen's soaked pussy with her hungry tongue, licking with passion and intense skill, parting the wet lips, diving in and foraging.

Jen nearly passed out with pleasure at the intensity of Mer's incredible pussy play. All these long years of waiting and not having someone do that to her since losing Ricky was now being rewarded.

Suddenly, and with eager resolve, she decided that she too wanted to enjoy the full benefit of the position, and shifted a bit, going down on her elbows, Mer's open pussy lips wide and openly exposed like a fine meal laid before her.

Both women moaned with the deepest 69 pleasure as each of them sought out the peculiarly exotic flavor of the other's pussies. Meredith was already well underway in sucking voraciously for all she was worth, as Jennifer sampled her willing lover's pussy meat and taste for the first time.

Meredith's taste was something Jennifer's palate immediately acquired a total desire for, and the ecstasy of having Meredith stimulating her so much was quickly turning into a mesmerizing and unparalleled trip into oblivion. It was getting harder to remain focused on gorging herself on her pussy treat as she felt an unbelievable urgency rising deep within her loins.

Jennifer's clit was the main object of Mer's attention, and it wasn't long before she could tell Jennifer's body was beginning to convulse. That urged her on even more, as she listened to all the audible indications that Jennifer's orgasm was imminent.

With a wave of the most delicious, overpowering, consuming sensual delight, Jennifer lost all control of her body. She felt worlds colliding; her consciousness passed out of the known solar system, her body turned flips inside out, yet Mer somehow held on and continued licking and sucking on Jennifer's delicious pussy parts.

Jennifer felt herself come close to blacking out from the extreme pleasure that jolted her body. "This must be what it feels like to be struck by lightning", she thought to herself, as wave after wave of raw pleasure made her quiver and shake.

Tears came to her eyes as the orgasm finally began to fade bit by bit. She fell onto her left shoulder, and Meredith allowed her victim to dismount and fall limply on her side.

Mer turned herself and reoriented her body to be once again face-to-face with Jennifer, whose eyes were still closed and leaking just a bit from her tear ducts.

She reached out a hand and began to caress Jennifer's cheek and displaced curls of hair, which now went every which way. Finally, Jen slowly opened her eyes just a bit, still nearly paralyzed from the magical orgasm that her lover had given her. 

Mer moved in closer and kissed Jennifer's soft lips. Both exchanged each other's scents and tastes from their mutual muff dive. The deliciousness and incredible sensuousness of the whole episode washed over both women, as they reacted to each other's satisfied silence. They both were drawn to looking romantically and deeply into each other's eyes.

The two pulled one another close, entangling and wrapping their legs together. They wanted each to be inside one another's body, so intense was the needful desire for complete and utter intimacy.

"Oh god, your tits feel so heavenly" crooned Jennifer, kissing Mer's wet, wet lips, as she did her version of a Beatles twist routine, grinding naked nipples against nipples. It was a not-too-easy movement given the closeness of their bodies, but that made it all the more appealing and intimate, thought Mer, as their magical heat continued to grow and intensify once again.

Then Jennifer sought Mer's rapt attention with her best school-girl pout.

"What? What's that for?" asked Mer.

"I've been a very bad girl, Mer" she revealed.

"Why, did you forget to put the potty seat down again?" Mer joked.

That got an award-winning smile and giggle from her naked lover, who then resumed her pout. Summoning as much drama as the scene warranted she said, "I took, but I did not give".

"...well, that's OK, seeing as..." and Mer's voice trailed off as Jennifer poked her finger out and laid it upon Mer's lips, stopping her mid-sentence and preventing her from completing her thought.

"I want you, and I want you so badly" Jennifer simply stated.

"uhmmm, ok...did you want to twist my arm a little on that one?" was all Mer could dig up from her keen and witty repertoire.

Too late; Jennifer had already broken eye contact from Mer and was caressing her exposed shoulder and forearm, quickly encircling her most available nipple.

Jennifer hesitated and looked back up at Mer inquiringly.

"Now what, my little pop tart?" asked Mer.

A delicious, flirty smile came to Jennifer's face and her eyes lit up brightly.

"What's your favorite position for sex with a girl, Mer?"

"Oh!..., really? Nah...You're really doing just fine the way you were going" which was certainly a true statement for Mer to make, given the newness and virgin-like nature of their sexual danse de deux.

"No, but I mean, I don't have any experience and I know you've done this before, so...remember our toast? Tell me what I can do that will really make you dream about me".

"Oh well, I'm not sure we're ready for all that; you can just do whatever you like." Mer replied, again not wanting to go too far, too fast with her new lover, but becoming tantalized at the thought.

"Meredith Daniels! You'd better just stop and tell me or I'm going to have to spank you!!!"

"Ha ha, now that's rather intuitive of you, my curious long-legged friend...I wouldn't mind seeing your feisty side come out a bit more" teased Mer. 

"Oh, please tell me..., Jennifer said, her eyes looking deeply into Mer's, their faces once again quite close...I want to, I want to, I want to..."

"OK, ok, my pouting Princess. But you have to tell me if it's not what you had in mind, ok?" challenged Mer.

"Don't worry, I hope it's naughty and dirty and I can make you feel as crazy as you made me feel. Remember, I've never been with a girl, but I WAS married for a few years, so it's not like I'm some prudie..." Jen's voice tapered off..."Show me!"

With that, Meredith turned onto her back and handed Jen a pillow. Jennifer overheard a favorite song by KT Tunstall playing...

"OK, she said, put that under my back and get on your knees in front of me, I'll hold my legs" and Mer pushed her ass up into the air, as Jen wiggled around and sat up on her knees, placing the pillow under Mer's back for support, watching Mer spread her legs and pull her knees back toward her face.

"Are you sure about this?" asked Mer.

"Oh, god, I'm LOVING what I'm seeing so far!" responded Jen.

"OK, here, now scoot up next to me and sort of cradle my butt up against your chest."

The two worked as somewhat inexperienced gymnasts, turning and adjusting to each other's differences, but it was obvious to Jen what Mer had in mind, and she ably got very up-close and personal with Mer's perfect ass cheeks matching her shoulder height, and Mer's pussy splayed wide open right in front of her face.

No more directions needed to be given, as Jennifer confirmed "Like this?" and began licking the delightful, lusciously wet lips Mer offered so unconstrained and yet totally vulnerable.

"Unh-huh, just like that" was her suddenly transformed response. Mer's face went into a paralyzed trance, as her lover ignited multiple rockets within her psyche. There was just something about the view that Mer liked, seeing her lovers face right in front of her, licking and munching away at her soaked cunt and clit. 

Then there were also the obvious sensations of erotic stimulation...

Jennifer was totally getting into the position as well, as she greedily consumed the raw pussy flesh, then paused and massaged and caressed and kissed and sucked on those glorious ass cheeks she'd wanted to go after! No sooner was her appetite for ass met, than she realized how badly she once again wanted the pink flesh that was blisteringly, carnally, immediately available to cherish and indulge herself with. 

Back and forth she switched, taking Mer's moaning and devilish, sultry looks as the perfect encouragement. Both women thrived off of each other, giving and taking, each one deriving a pure and sublime satisfaction in their roles.

"I want to lick your ass Mer", Jennifer begged, and Mer simply nodded a surprised but thankful yes and continued her languorous journey which Jen was taking her on.

Jennifer's pulse really began racing, given the naughtiness of the new task at hand, because she also loved her ass to be stimulated, so she knew exactly how good it felt.

Jen's passion was so great now that she didn't act sheepishly, but aggressively sought out Mer's puckered ass button with her tongue. This new activity made Mer really spasm, as she reached up to help Jen by playing with her own clit while Jen's attention was temporarily diverted.

"Oh, god, oh shit yeah baby" were the words that Mer spat out. "Oh fucking shit that feels so hot and nasty...umm-hmmmm, put a finger in baby!" Mer pleaded.

Jen substituted her right index finger for her tongue, massaging the tight, wrinkled flesh at first, as Mer implored her to do, and then resumed licking the sopping wet pussy as Mer continued massaging her clit lasciviously.

Mer's hand was massaging first one of her nipples, then the other, squeezing her boob meatiness, satisfied for a brief second, but then craving stimulation elsewhere. All her nerve endings in most of her favorite spots were being diddled with, and it was rapidly bringing her toward her very happy place.

"Oh, stop teasing me" begged Mer, indicating the fingertip which grazed and rubbed, but did not enter her puckered hole.

"Like this?" Jen interrupted and asked, greedily and immediately returning back to Mer's pink lips, as she stuck her fingertip into the tightly closed sphincter up to the first knuckle.

"Ooh, oooh, yessss" Mer sang out at a higher pitch, clearly on a much better plateau than she'd just been on.

Then began the rumblings of Mer's orgasm volcano. Jen knew it instinctively and maintained pressures in all the same places, twisting and turning, pressing and plunging, licking and sucking, as Mer maintained diligent contact with her erect nipples and clit.

Finally, the stimulus became too much to bear, and Mer paused like a great calm before a huge storm. Her movements completely ceased.

Then WHAM, the bucking of her hips came in convulsive heaps. She let go of her legs and they swung forward, trapping Jen's head between them, as they crossed behind Jen's back and served to put an impossible headlock on her tormenter. Her eyes slammed shut as Mer's intense orgasm rocked the foundations of her woman-ness.




Looking Back Now Ch. 03



The bed began to shake and Jen was happily rewarded that she'd achieved for her hot lover the pleasurable place Mer surely coveted. 

It took many moments for the shaking to begin subsiding, immediately followed by a retracting and loosening, as Mer's post-orgasm pussy sensitivity set in. 

Her hips contracted in irregular pulses, one of the key distinguishing features between a real and a fake orgasm, Jen noted with satisfaction. Jen knew the obvious signs and she slowly allowed her mouth and tongue to resolve to a tenderer lapping and kissing.

Not wanting Mer to feel anything but total relaxation, Jen quickly moved to get out from under Mer, and helped settle her now rubbery legs back down onto the oversized mattress.

She then reached out, grasping the remote to kill the Bose and flicked a close-by light switch then blew out the candle which had burned down to nearly nothing. Lastly, she covered them both with the bed sheet and cozied up to her new, naked, best gal-pal.

She placed her arm and hand between Mer's lovely breasts and allowed her fingers to cradle her chin as she caressed Mer's face and cooed softly and tenderly into her ear.

"...the fantasy might be better than the real thing...yeah, right!" thought Jennifer.

The two slowly and peacefully drifted off into a dreamy naked sleep, cuddling one another and smiling the smiles of utter satisfaction.

*

"I am pleased to submit Chapter 3 for my fans.  It was a real challenge, but there's still lots more to come, I hope! I am very grateful for your support and encouragement!  Love and kisses to all my readers!  T Love"