29 comments/ 48745 views/ 90 favorites The Girl Who Came In From The Cold By: BuckRivers Author's Note: I would classify this story as half romance, half sex, with an emphasis on the mental dance that happens before, well, the horizontal dance. Feedback is always welcome. **** Anne lay nude on the bed, her $150 haircut mussed beyond repair. Her legs were spread obscenely wide, forced open by the young blonde who knelt between them. There were fingers caressing inside her, fingers caressing her clitoris, even fingers gently pressing and stroking her anus. She flexed her buttocks, trying to generate more contact. "Please," she panted, "just a little faster. Finish me off." Her hands gripped her breasts, fingers locked on her nipples, twisting and pulling to give herself more stimulation. Sweat glistened on her skin. The blonde girl smiled. "I think we can keep you going a little while longer," Christina said. "Let's make this last." Anne moaned in both pleasure and frustration. *** It had been 24 hours since Anne had met Christina. She was halfway through dinner when the girl rapped on the diner window. The young woman waved heartily, her fingers invisible in her mittens and her cheeks red with cold. Anne's eyes followed her, perplexed, as she hustled toward the door, entered, and stamped the snow off her feet. A biting wind blew in alongside her, rustling the papers on the community bulletin board. Waving off the waitress, she pointed in Anne's direction. The girl wore a puffy down coat that was as white as the snow, and skinny black jeans that implied a trim figure underneath. She pulled down the hood as she approached, shaking free a short mane of barely blonde hair. She was a cute young thing, adorable in a nymph sort of way, and if there had been a man in the place he would have instantly fallen in love with her. "How are you?" the girl chirped enthusiastically. She closed in with a hug and an air kiss before Anne could react, then slid into the booth across from her. "Uh, I don't think – " The girl didn't pause. "I didn't think I was going to make it! I got caught up at the store, and there was a darling dress that I just had to try on." As the waitress came over, she smiled widely. "Just a glass of water for me, please. I'll look at the menu in a moment." She and Anne made eye contact. The girl had shockingly beautiful hazel eyes, the kind that made one's heart skip a beat when they made contact. They silently pleaded with her as the waitress departed. "I don't think we know each other," Anne said flatly. She had no intention of being used. The girl took off her mittens and flexed her fingers. Leaning forward, she spoke softly and swiftly with worry in her eyes. "Please. I just need to get out of the cold for a little while. I'm an artist. I'll draw a portrait of you if you'll just let me sit here for a few minutes and warm up." Anne frowned. The girl wasn't a panhandler, but she was close. She exhaled and glanced outside. It was pitch dark and dropping toward zero degrees. And she admittedly was strangely swayed by the girl's attractiveness. Biting against her better judgment, she didn't immediately reject the plea. "You don't have a place to go?" The girl's head shake was barely visible, and she looked like she was about to cry. Anne eyed the waitress returning, then looked at the girl. She was perhaps 19 or 20 years old, her eyes bright and her skin smooth. She didn't look like she was trouble, but how could one tell? The waitress set the water down. "Do you need a few minutes?" she asked. "Yes, please." The girl picked up the menu. The waitress studied her, then exchanged glances with Anne. Anne shrugged and nodded, and the woman stepped away. Thank you, the girl silently mouthed. **** Anne tried to reach between her legs. She couldn't stand it any more. She would have to finish this herself, setting aside all dignity. Leveraged between her legs, Christina grabbed her wrist and pulled it away "No touching," the blonde said, her fingers still stroking Anne's G spot. "As punishment, put your arms above your head. No more touching your boobs." Anne groaned in frustration, but obeyed. Why was she obeying? She was 15 years older. This was her hotel room. She was the one with the money and the power. But she knew the answer. She raised her arms over her head and gripped the headboard. It felt so frustrating, and yet it felt so good. The blonde smiled warmly at her obedience, and Anne had to smile back. Christina was young and thin, perhaps even skinny. She was naked too, her breasts small but well shaped and prominent on her slender chest. They were topped by long erect nipples and bright pink areolae the size of bottle caps. Her short ash blonde hair was straight with a slight inward curl, wrapping over her ears, and she had to periodically tuck it back over her ears. Her hands danced between Anne's legs, massaging her clitoris, running through her trimmed rectangle of chestnut pubic hair, stroking her lips, thighs, ass. Anne hadn't orgasmed yet, and it was already the best sex she'd ever had. She squirmed in need. "You're so good at this," she gasped. "How did you get so good?" "Practice," Christina grinned. "Constant practice." **** The blonde looked over her shoulder at the waitress, then back at Anne. "Just let me get my fingers warmed up, and I'll draw a portrait of you." Anne reluctantly picked up her fork. "So you don't have a place to stay? No friends or family?" The girl shook her head. "Long story. I got left at a gas station a couple of days ago, and all my stuff was in the car." She smiled wanly. "I guess we broke up." "Seriously?" Anne's ears pricked up. The girl didn't know it, but she had hit a nerve. Anne had a sympathetic ear for stories of women being wronged. "Yeah. At least I had my backpack." She gestured toward the small daypack next to her. "It had my drawing stuff in it. The first day I earned enough money to get a hotel, but I didn't get it the last night and of course no one was out today." She nodded toward the weather, then offered her hand. "I'm Christina, by the way." Anne warily lowered her guard. "I'm Anne. Oh, your hands are ice cold." "I was able to stay in the library all day, but they closed at six." Christina flexed her fingers, which were slowly regaining a pinkness. "I'm really sorry for this." "Don't worry about it. I'm eating alone. I guess I don't mind having a little company." "Just let me know when you want me to leave. But I really will draw you a picture." Christina pulled an artist's pad from her backpack, along with a packet of colored pencils. "Do you live here?" she asked as she began organizing them. "No. I'm here on a business trip. Just a few days." "I was supposed to be just passing through. I got blindsided. But as long as I have my stuff I can earn a little money. There's an Amtrak that comes through and it's not that expensive, so with some luck I can get out of here in a few days." Christina shrugged off her coat. Underneath, she wore a form-fitting black sweater that accentuated small pert breasts and a waspish waist that was possible only with youth. Anne's eyebrows rose in silent approval. As Anne ate, Christina drew, and the two women made small talk. After several days on the road alone, Anne actually found the conversation pleasant. When the waitress returned, Christina asked for another glass of water. "I've actually just eaten," she said, handing the menu back. The waitress shrugged and left. Pursing her lips, Anne relented. "Do you have any money?" For the first time, the façade of bravery broke. Christina's lower lip quivered, and she wiped away a tear. "Today was a rough day," she said. Anne's gaze locked with her glistening eyes before she turned back to her drawing. The older woman sighed. "Order some food. I'll trade it for whatever you're drawing." She could tell that the younger woman was conflicted, and for a moment Anne thought she was going to break down. A dozen emotions ran across her face, before she finally said, "Thank you very much. I'm so sorry. I'll pay you back. But I'm so hungry right now." Anne flagged down the waitress yet again. The woman glanced at the artist's pad, which Anne couldn't see, then looked at Anne with a bemused expression as if comparing. "Yes?" "I think she is going to have something after all." Christina ordered the cheapest thing on the menu, a small side salad, and Anne forced her to order more. The young woman was so adorable, so sweet, that Anne found herself wanting to take care of her, protect her. How could a man desert a girl like this on the side of the road? Anne broached the question. "You said that you got left at a gas station. What happened?" Christina spoke while drawing. "Just a fight. A stupid fight." "Men can be jerks." Christina shifted uncomfortably, and took a moment to answer. "Yeah. Um...women can be, too." "Oh. I thought you implied it was a lover's quarrel." Anne uttered the words, then saw the look of unease on Christina's face and realized her error. "Ohhhhh." "Are you going to kick me out?" "No, no, not at all. I'm sorry for my assumption." Anne looked at Christina with new eyes. This cute young thing was a lesbian? **** Anne's hips levitated off the bed, yearning for that final push. "Unnnngh", she grunted through clenched teeth. It was so exquisite, so exasperating. Christina was keeping her right on the edge of orgasm, but not letting her pass. "Your breasts are so beautiful. I love how big they are. Do you want to touch them again?" Anne released her hands from the headboard, grabbing two handfuls of her own flesh. She too loved their size, and she was quite proud of them even if she tended to hide them in her style choices. She circled her large areolae, pushed her breasts together, then began working on her nipples again. Anything to get closer to that elusive orgasm. "I can tell that you're turned on," Christina chuckled softly. Her thighs had forced Anne's apart to an extreme degree, and she sat directly at Anne's cleft, working her teasingly and persistently. "Are you ready to cum now?" "Oh, god, yes. Please, yes." "Get ready. I'll put a third finger in." Christina's hands continued to ply Anne's most personal areas. Was she that skilled, or were all women naturally good at this? Anne had no experience to guess, but she knew that she'd never had better attention. She gasped and squirmed under the blonde's labors. Christina shifted slightly. "Ready?" she asked. "Let me take you over the edge." Her slender fingers increased their pace and pressure simultaneously. She worked Anne's slick clit directly, no longer teasing it. The fingers inside Anne's pussy, already filling and stretching her, began vigorously rubbing her in just the right spot. Anne brought her hands up to her head, grasping her hair in ecstasy, squeezing her elbows together to compress her ample breasts. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh," she rasped, trying her best not to raise her voice past the walls of the room. Her stomach clenched, her hips rising. She froze to maximize the vigorous attentions of her suitor. "That's it! Here it comes! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!" It took a full sixty seconds to work through the orgasm, sixty seconds of mindblowing spasms, and Christina played her perfectly. In the end, Anne collapsed exhausted into the sheets, breathing heavily with the exertion of ecstasy while Christina smiled contentedly above her. "Am I good at this?" she asked teasingly once Anne began to recover. Anne couldn't talk for a moment. "That was fantastic," she uttered at last. "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." Slowly recovering her senses, she gazed up at the slim blonde, studying her slender frame and youthful breasts. They were so adorable, so beautiful. She had never done anything like this before. She had never accepted the attentions of another woman, and she had certainly never offered them. But this was an opportunity that couldn't be missed. Shyly, she asked for the world. "Can I touch you now?" **** Christina ate quickly. "This is heavenly," she said appreciatively. "All I had today was water." Anne had made the transition now from skepticism to worry. "Can you not call your parents or family? It seems like they could send you money." Christina grimaced. "I'm sure I could," she said. "But I can't. I just can't." She shook her head emphatically, her short hair bouncing around her ears. "Why not?" Christina searched for an answer. "Well," she said at last. "It's just pride, I guess. They disapproved of my relationship with Erin, and I guess they were right. But if I call them ..." Anne smiled sympathetically. "I understand completely. I had to eat a lot of crow with my family about my ex-husband. Was Erin the person who left you here?" "Yeah." Christina started to say more, but bit her tongue. Having finished her food, she picked up her art pad again and began sketching. Anne gave her a moment, then pushed. "This must be scary for you." Christina stopped sketching, her eyes staring through the paper. She looked back up at Anne, her eyes glistening. "Why would she do this to me?" she asked. Anne fought an urge to hug the girl. "You'll be fine," she comforted. "Maybe it just wasn't meant to be." Christina's laugh surprised Anne, sudden and sad and wise. "The whole thing was stupid," she said, her pitch rising and her voice accelerating. "She was my art teacher. She's twenty-five years older than me. It just kind of happened and she was terrible for me, but at the same time she was so amazing. I think maybe she was manic because one day she could make me fall in love with her and the next day she would destroy me. And I loved it and I hated it, and I loved her and I hated her. But she made life so exciting. Do you know what I'm talking about?" Tears were streaming down her cheeks. Anne nodded, remembering her own tumultuous marriage and everything that destroyed it. "Actually, I do." Christina let the tears flow. "And then she left me here! Just drove away! We were moving to Memphis together! What am I going to do!" There was nothing to say. Anne bade the girl to put the artist's pad down and took her hands, gently rubbing her thumbs on the back of them. She let Christina cry it out. When the girl calmed down, Anne offered some words of experience. "Honey, it's hard now. But you'll be better off for it. I swear." Christina sniffled. "If I survive." Anne looked at the young woman before her. If she was a man, she would fall in love with this sweet young thing. She wanted to embrace her, to protect her from the cruelties of the world. The tears only made her more endearing. "You'll survive," she said. Christina sniffled, then wiped her nose with the back of her hand in a very unladylike manner. Anne smiled, and Christina saw her and smiled back, blushing. "Let me finish my drawing of you," she said. The talk became simpler, more shallow as the young woman drew, erased, and shaded, her eyes alternating between Anne and the paper. The waitress refilled their waters and looked over Christina's shoulder. Her eyebrows arched and she smiled with amusement. She again compared back and forth to Anne, piquing her interest. Finally Christina looked at the paper and nodded. "I think it's ready. Want to see it?" Anne nodded enthusiastically, quite curious even as she told herself not to expect much. Christina turned the pad around, and Anne's jaw dropped. The portrait was beautiful. It was a work of art. Anne's features were expertly rendered, simultaneously accurate and idealized. It was clearly her in the picture, but a more perfect form of her. Anne objectively knew that she was attractive because she'd heard it all her life, but she had the self-doubts that any women feels. Somehow, the drawing captured all of her finest features and polished the rest. Christina had given her an angelic expression and Anne nearly cried when she noticed the faint glowing halo above her head. Wordless, her throat too tight to talk, she motioned for the paper. Christina handed it to her. In the harsh light of the diner she studied it, every pencil mark, every shading, every nuance. She lightly ran her finger over a rough spot in the paper, and realized that it was a dried teardrop. "This is amazing," she choked out at long last. This girl saw her as a beautiful woman. "Thank you." Anne took another moment to think. "May I ask a question?" "Sure." "Why am I nude?" Christina had drawn Anne as she sat at the table, but with one key difference. In the drawing, she was nude, or at least topless. No wonder the waitress had smiled. Christina smiled shyly. "I hope that wasn't bad. But I like drawing boobs and I can't draw clothes." Anne laughed genuinely and deeply, the first time she had laughed with such amusement since the divorce. "Sometimes the simplest answer is the right one," she replied. She looked outside. It was a frigid night, and the snow was increasing. The sign of her hotel was lit up in the distance. Why was she scared to say this? It was nothing but a gesture of kindness, right? She took a deep breath. "You need a place to stay. Come and stay in my hotel room tonight." **** Christina laid back on the bed, stretching her back and arching her small breasts up. "Come play with me," she purred, her eyes half-closed in sensual relaxation. Now it was Anne's turn to be the explorer. She gazed upon Christina's body, so white and pure and beautiful. Moving in, she straddled the reclining girl's waist and sat atop her. Christina playfully reached up and played with Anne's thick nipples. Anne was too shy to immediately return the favor. Instead, she ran her hands lightly up and down Christina's slender arms, delighting in their softness. Even with the girl's skinniness, she had the softest skin that Anne had ever felt on another person. But then again, she'd never felt a woman in this manner. Her past experiences were all with men, hard and strong and hairy. Christina was just the opposite, and she was fascinating. Her hands moved further up to Christina's shoulders, then traced the line of her collarbone. Christina released Anne's nipples and lay back, her eyes closed and her narrow pink lips curled in pleasure. Anne stroked up her throat, then her jawline, and finally ran a finger across those luscious lips. Christina's lips parted, showing perfect white teeth and just the tip of a glistening tongue. Anne moved up further, gently caressing the blonde's earlobes. Her hands slid behind Christina's head, and suddenly she was bending down, resting atop the slim blonde, their lips locking into a long, romantic kiss. Their tongues intertwined, their breasts crushed against each other, and she was so warm and soft. Anne felt as if she could cum again, just from the embrace. But after a long, passionate kiss she rose again. There was too much to explore. She looked at Christina's breasts. Being a young woman, they were firm and rose straight up from her chest with no support. Much smaller than Anne's mature D cups, they were still filling out, but were nonetheless round and firm. Anne slowly worked toward them, stroking Christina's jaw, her throat, her collarbone. Could she do this? Could she actually touch another woman's breasts? Christina exhaled a moan. "Oh, yes, I love that. That's wonderful." They were much firmer than Anne's own breasts, spongy to the touch. Christina's nipples were erect, thinner than Anne's but just as long or even longer. They were a beautiful coral pink, and Anne played with them until Christina finally bade her release. "Move down," she breathed. "You're about to make me cum just from my boobs." Anne licked her lips and girded her courage. She scooted down until she knelt between the blonde's long legs, and the girl accommodated her by spreading them wide. Anne's nostrils flared at the sight, her heart pounding in her chest. The Girl Who Came In From The Cold Christina had long, slender legs, but it was their junction that mesmerized Anne. The girl had a rake of pale brown fur, so naturally sparse that her skin could easily be seen through it. It arced down toward a pussy that was gorgeous, delightfully puffy outer lips framing a vulva that spilled outward in pale pink. Anne studied it. She slowly ran her fingers across it. She gently tugged and squeezed the lips. She stroked Christina's thighs and mound, gently running her hands through the sparse pubic hair. And of course, she toyed with the clit, soft and slick and wet. Christina began moving her hips, becoming more and more aroused. "Can I ask for something special?" she whispered. **** It only took five minutes to get back to the hotel. "Thank you so much," Christina said more than once. "I really didn't know what I was going to do." Anne's pulse was racing. Why was she doing this? This girl could be a killer for all she knew. Maybe she'd just murdered her family and was on the run. Maybe she was a drug addict who would steal everything Anne had while she slept. Or for that matter, maybe she was a lesbian rapist. She looked over at the young woman in the passenger seat and swallowed her fears. Most likely, Christina was just what she said she was: an abandoned girl who was helpless and vulnerable. Anne parked the car and they went inside. It was a nice corporate hotel, and Anne had what was called a "mini-suite". There was only one bed, but also a couch, and that was what she had offered Christina. She felt a minor pang of guilt since the bed was a nice and roomy king size, but she had to set a limit somewhere. "Wow, this is so nice," Christina said, shyly looking around. "It's almost like an apartment." "I like this chain. They give you lots of room if you're here for several days." "Wow, a couch and a desk and - look! You even have a fridge!" "Make yourself at home. I need to get ready for some work meetings tomorrow, but I usually turn the TV on for background anyway. Feel free to watch something, or do whatever you want." "Do you mind if I take a shower and rinse my clothes out? I've been wearing the same thing for two days now." "Go right ahead." Anne pulled some papers out of her suitcase and sat at the desk as Christina disappeared into the bathroom. Light spilled out of the doorway, and she heard rustling and movement. Then the shower turned on. She tried to concentrate, but ... why couldn't she concentrate? Her mind kept drifting toward the shower. The light still shone through the doorway. Anne thought back – what did the shower look like? It was a walk-in, no curtain, just a clear glass panel. Why hadn't Christina closed the door? Wicked thoughts entered Anne's mind. Why did she bring Christina here? She hated to admit it, but she knew that she wouldn't have done it if the girl hadn't been so attractive. Was it a natural instinct to protect attractive women? Or was there something else behind it? She was lonely, and had been for years. Even before the divorce she was lonely, even when there was another voice in the house. After they broke up, everything was so silent. And her bed was so empty. She'd transferred to the sales job because it got her out on the road and gave her opportunities to talk to people, but hotel rooms were just as silent. Christina was pretty. She was pretty and talented and she had a personality and a brain. Any man in that diner would have fallen in love with her on first sight. Any man. Anne had fallen in love with her on first sight, too. Those big hazel eyes melted her. She wasn't a lesbian, not at all. This wasn't about that. Sometimes you just fall in love with a person and the gender doesn't matter. She'd had little unrequited crushes on women before, and she increasingly fantasized about women in the lonely expanse of her bed, but it was just a normal girl thing, and this was the same. It was meaningless, more of a beauty idolizing thing than anything romantic. Everyone wants to be in love with an attractive woman. Right? She thought back to the portrait and smiled. It was safely in her purse now, and would likely go up on her wall when she returned home. The shower stopped and there was more rustling and movement. Eventually Christina came out, clad in a towel that reached from the top of her mild cleavage to the bottom of her hips. She had another smaller towel wrapped around her hair. "Oh, that feels so much better," she said. "When Erin left me, she took all my clothes other than what I was wearing. I've rinsed them out now and have them hanging up to dry. I hope you don't mind." Eyes wide, Anne scanned the girl's barely covered form. "No, not at all. Just feel free to, um, hang out." Christina went to the couch, fluffing her hair with the upper towel. Anne's eyes followed her as she walked, taking in the long, slender legs from her well-shaped thighs to her finely boned ankles and feet. That towel was very short. The girl flopped onto the couch, leaning her head back and sighing deeply. "Last night I slept on a bench," she said. "But I didn't really sleep. It was about 40 degrees and I was scared to death." The couch faced generally toward the desk, and Anne stared at the bottom of the towel. It was so high on the girl's thighs that, that..."That must have been terrible," she said, stealing glances into the shadows. Christina absentmindedly pulled the towel down slightly, but barely had enough to cover her top half. "Oh, it was. No one bothered me, but I was all by myself, and you don't know what could happen. I have no idea what this town is like." "Well, you're safe here tonight. Are you done with the bathroom? I need to brush my teeth." "Oh, sure." Ann went to the restroom and shut the door for privacy. Her makeup kit was already there, and nothing was missing, which was a good sign. She got out the toothbrush and toothpaste and began brushing. Christina's damp clothes were hanging on the shower curtain and, well, there was privacy, so Anne examined them idly while brushing. The girl's panties were tiny, a jade green thong that was sheer lace in the front and nearly non-existent behind. Her bra didn't match, being an off-white with sheer lace cups that provided little support. Anne looked at the label. 32B. Her jeans were a Size 2 with an impossibly small waist, her sweater a Medium. It was a nice fine silk blend, soft to the touch. Anne spat into the sink, rinsed her mouth, and went about her normal cleansing and makeup removal. After finishing, she rinsed, drank a little from cupped hands, and re-entered the main room. Christina was lying down now, curled up in a fetal position. Her breathing was very deep and regular, the pattern of a person who was deeply and soundly asleep. The poor girl must have been exhausted. Anne approached quietly, coming from the direction of Christina's head. Her guest was still only wearing the towel, and she had converted it from a garment to an ersatz blanket. It provided scant cover. Very scant. As people tend to do when they sleep, she had pulled the towel up toward her shoulders. Her hips were now completely bare, leaving her naked below the waist. Since she was in a fetal position, her top leg provided some cover, and Ann found herself gazing into the area beneath it, at Christina's lower belly. Her belly button was still covered, but lower, much lower, was that a trace of pubic hair? If her leg was positioned an inch lower, the view would be much better. Crossing by, Anne ensured that Christina was asleep, then furtively glanced again, this time from the direction of Christina's derriere. The girl had a fantastic ass, smooth and small and tight. It was perfectly formed. And what was that below? Christina's fetal position blocked any type of full-on porn view, but at the same time Anne could see a peek of the girl's vulva, given her slim thighs. She could clearly see the bulge of two labia majora, squeezed and bulging outward, lined with a dusting of honey brown pubic hair. Anne studied Christina's face. The girl was obviously deeply asleep, and Anne shamefully took advantage of that opportunity. Stepping slightly closer, she studied what she saw. It wasn't as if she'd never seen another woman's pussy before. She'd been in locker rooms and the occasional oriental sauna. And of course she'd seen her share of pornography online, particularly this past couple of years as her libido and unmet need seemed to grow with every passing day. But those had all been either furtive glances or digital images. She'd never had a chance to study a live pussy in detail. Tilting her head slightly, her adrenaline flowing, she couldn't help but smile. Not many people got to see such a view. The girl was beautiful, and so was her vulva. Her outer lips looked so large and soft that Anne could imaging them guiding a penis inward, massaging it with their softness. She wondered how they felt, and if her own lower lips could ignite the same passion in a man. She wanted to see Christina fully naked, to examine her and compare. But the towel and her positioning were cruelly teasing. She couldn't see any breasts at all, and she couldn't see between the girl's cheeks or for that matter most of her pubic area. The positioning simply wasn't right. It was frustrating to get such a forbidden view and then have it be so conveniently obstructed. She desperately wanted Christina to shift, to move her legs, but at the same time she knew that any movement would terrify her that the girl was awakening. She shook her head. Why was she standing here ogling this young woman? Ann, she thought, you're going crazy. You need a man. She went to the bed, pulled off the top blanket, and covered the young blonde up. Christina mumbled in her sleep and her expression became one of content. Bending over her, Anne was tempted to offer a good night kiss on the cheek, but settled for a reassuring touch on the shoulder. She was a good person. **** Christina rolled over onto her knees and grabbed some pillows, piling them onto the middle of the bed. With a sheepish smile, she said shyly, "I love to be taken from behind. Would you do that?" Anne smiled at the personal disclosure. "Sure. What do you want me to do?" Christina flopped onto the pillows, so that they supported her midsection. She rested on her knees in back, spread wide, and stretched her arms over her head, offering her perfect ass up to Anne. "Climb onto me," she said. "Reach around and play with my tits and my pussy. I like to pretend that I'm being taken unwillingly." Anne moved up between Christina's legs and spooned her from above. She sighed contentedly at the warm softness as she settled her weight onto the younger woman. Her large breasts crushed against Christina's slender back, her hips ground up against her ass, and she spread her own legs to further force Christina's legs apart. "Like this?" "Ohhhh, yeah. Take me. I want to struggle, but don't let me get away." Anne reached low with her right hand, around Christina's hip. She found her soft pubic hair, then moved south into the girl's silky folds, locating and fingering her clit. Her left hand came around at chest height, pulling Christina close and gripping one of her long and erect nipples. Christina whimpered. "Oh, god," she said in a high voice, then tried to bring her legs together. Anne's legs, positioned inside, blocked her, and Anne began finding a rhythm in her frigging. Christina squirmed and bucked, but gently enough that Anne had no problem controlling her. Seeing Christina's exposed neck, she leaned in and bit down. The homeless girl was going to have a hickey tomorrow. **** It was a long night for Anne. She usually slept naked, and she had developed a nice tradition of masturbating before bed every night. With Christina in the room, both of those were out of the question. She tossed and turned, Christina on her mind and her clit begging for attention. She lay still and listened, picking up on the blonde girl's deep, regular breathing. What was it about this person that she found so intriguing? She'd never had such obsessive impure thoughts before, at least not about a real person. Like all women, she had fantasies, and as she moved into her mid-thirties they were growing more adventurous. She'd been married for several years, and she had dated both before and after, so she'd done most of the things with men that women do. Her remaining unfulfilled male fantasies were probably best left in the realm of imagination, particularly since she didn't have any men in her life that she trusted these days. Her fantasies with women were still completely unmined, though. She wasn't a lesbian, but at the same time she saw the sensuality and sexuality of women with increasing intensity these days. Her favorite fantasies at the moment sometimes involved men, but always involved women. Women touching her, kissing her, licking her, forcing her, seducing her...women teaming with men, women acting on their own, women making her fall in love with them. Anne thought about Christina on the couch. What would it be like to invite her into the bed, the two of them lying together, warm and naked under the covers, kissing and touching and melding into one? Anne slowly, stealthily pulled down the shorts that she'd worn to bed as makeshift pajamas, along with her underwear, and tossed them out onto the floor. Then it was off with the t-shirt, leaving her scandalously nude with the other woman only a few feet away. Maybe in the morning she would summon the courage to "accidentally" get out of bed naked in front of Christina. Maybe she would go over the couch and crawl under the blanket. Maybe the two of them would end up 69ing each other, each sighing and moaning as Anne learned from Christina how it was done. She listened again for the deep, regular breathing, and then snuck a hand down between her legs. In dead silence, a finger began slowly working up and down her slit. It was a long, slow, exhausting process to cum in complete silence with minimal movement, but the risk added all the more excitement, and afterwards she lay still to listen for sounds from the couch, then fell into a satisfied sleep. The next morning, when she woke up, Christina was gone. No trace of her, nothing missing, the blanket and towel neatly folded on the couch. She was just gone. Anne rose nude, checked her purse and was relieved to find her wallet and the beautiful portrait intact, then took a photo of the bathroom mirror where "Thank you" and a pair of kissing lips were drawn in lipstick. She showered and dressed for her day, quelling her disappointment, a disappointment that she didn't quite understand. She had done a good deed for a person in need. That was all it was, right? Yet somehow the hotel room seemed empty, echoing with her loneliness. She sleepwalked through her sales appointments, and in between them she idly looked up the location of the library and the train station. She had a silent lunch nearby. The cold front was still in force, the air frigid and heavy. And then five o'clock came, and she decided that perhaps she should visit the library. Her pulse quickened as she pulled into the parking lot. This was insane. Why was she doing this? She would not allow herself to seriously consider the answer to that question. It took some searching, but Christina was there. Hidden in the back at a small desk, she was hunched over a drawing as Anne approached from behind, wearing her familiar clothes from the night before. Anne peeked over Christina's shoulder. The girl was drawing a self-portrait, an artful nude. It was as beautiful as Christina was, even if the bare breasts were a bit larger than life. Anne studied them for a moment before crouching down next to Christina and touching her back. "Oh!" The blonde jumped and started. "Hello," Anne whispered, offering an uncertain smile. Christina seemed shocked. "Hi," she said in a quiet library voice, a smile blossoming onto her face. "How was your day?" Christina studied Anne, as if unsure of what to expect. "It was good. Really cold again." "Did you sell any portraits? That one is beautiful." Christina looked down at the drawing. "I always have trouble with arms," she said. "I did sell two pictures, though. I cleared thirty dollars." "Can I take a look?" Christina handed the pad to Anne. The figure's pose was seated on the floor, slightly reclining, one knee up, the other curled around it. Just like last night, Anne's view between her legs was conveniently blocked. The nipples were erect, the areolae small, and Anne wondered how accurate it was. The figure's eyes looked directly into Anne's, a knowing smile on her face. "You have amazing talent." "Thank you." A pause hung in the air while Anne pondered how to move forward. "Can I trade dinner and my hotel room again for this picture?" "Seriously?" "I love the picture. And do you still need a room?" Christina laughed with relief and gave Anne a hug. "You're my guardian angel," she whispered into Anne's ear as they embraced. **** "Nnnnnnnh!" Christina moaned and squealed as she fought underneath Anne. But Anne had leverage and the resistance was playful, so she easily kept control. Biting on Christina's pale neck, fondling her breasts and nipples as they swayed and bounced, she concentrated mostly on her fingers between the blonde's legs. Christina was so wet and slippery that it was almost hard to rub her with sufficient friction. But Anne kept it up. Pressing her full breasts into Christina's back, she leaned into her ear, almost touching it with her lips. "Come for me, sweetie," she whispered. "You're so beautiful." Beneath her, Christina was quivering with pleasure, whimpering as she drew close. Anne forced her legs further apart, thrusting her hips into Christina's firm little ass as she frigged. "I'm almost there!" the girl said through clenched teeth. But it still took almost five more minutes of dedicated effort before she arched upward. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, spasmed in pleasure for several seconds, and then finally fell hard back to earth. As her body dropped limply into the mattress, Anne reluctantly released her grip on the young woman's breasts and pussy and transitioned into a spooning hug. She lay atop the panting blonde, gently kissing her upturned cheek and ear and jaw. "That was wonderful," Christina murmured. "That was really your first time doing it?" "Mmm-hmm." Anne was luxuriating in the warmth and softness of her partner, loving on her with strokes and kisses. God forgive me, she thought to herself, but I think I'm in love. They lay together for several minutes, at some point pulling the pillows out from underneath so they could lie flat, Christina on her stomach, Anne on Christina, their bodies molding together. Finally Christina spoke. "Do you want more?" Anne smiled. She'd come down from her previous orgasm, but as the books and articles said, she was in her sexual peak years. Another one would be welcome. "Are you willing?" "I love watching you cum. Roll over and lie on your back." Anne rolled off of Christina and the young girl pounced atop her, kissing her passionately. Her tongue invaded Anne, soft and assertive. Then she began moving down. Throat, breasts, stomach, hips. Anne felt soft fingers spreading her lower lips, and her clit blossomed in sudden pleasure as a soft tongue enveloped it. She thought back to the days when her marriage was most passionate. Those days were never like this. **** Anne took Christina to a very nice dinner at a very nice restaurant. It was the type of restaurant that she tended to avoid these days, because they were always full of dating lovers and happily married couples. But tonight she was in the mood for a splurge. The Girl Who Came In From The Cold "So how often do you travel for work?" Christina asked as they shared an appetizer. "Pretty often," Anne answered. "I'm usually gone four or five days a week. I'm home on weekends." "That must be pretty hard." "Not really. I kind of like it." Anne sipped her wine. "Ah. So are you single? Or do you just like to get away from the kids?" Anne smiled at the joke. "Single. Actually divorced, I guess." "Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Anne shrugged. "It was for the best." Against her will, her mind raced backwards as it always did, trying to trace where it all went wrong. She disappeared inside herself for a moment, then realized that Christina had asked a question. "What was that?" "I asked how long you were married." "Eight years. It was final a little more than a year ago." "That must have been tough." Anne swirled her wine gently in the glass, watching the rivulets form and flow. "Yeah. It's been lonely." "Are you dating yet?" Anne laughed. "I'm trying to. But it hasn't been very satisfying. When you're 33 and single, most of the available men are jerks." Christina laughed with her. "Men are jerks." She raised her water glass up and clinked with Anne's wine glass. "Maybe you should give women a try," she giggled. Her eyes were so beautiful, her lips so full. Anne's thoughts both horrified her and thrilled her. She searched Christina face for a subtext. "Don't tempt me. I haven't had sex in six months." Christina laughed. Anne swore that she was about to say something else, but the waitress arrived with the entrees at that precise moment. Once she was gone, Anne turned the talk to Christina. "So did you ever hear back from your ... uh ... your girlfriend?" "Erin? No. I think we're done. Even if I heard back from her, we're done." "I'm sorry to hear that." Christina wrinkled her nose. "I'm not. I was getting tired of all the drama anyway." "You seem to be adjusting well." "I've had some time to think about it. It wasn't going to be a long term thing. And her leaving me here like this makes the breakup easier for me." Christina offered a philosophical smile. "It was a terrible thing to do," Anne agreed. They ate and made small talk before Anne couldn't hold off any longer. "Can I ask you a personal question?" Christina's eyebrows rose, and she shrugged. "Sure." "When did you know that you were ... um ... interested women?" Christina laughed. She looked away for a moment, running a hand through her hair as she thought about her answer. "Y'know, I don't think I actually made that decision." Anne's quizzical look bade her to continue. "I've dated guys. I assumed I would always date guys. But Erin came in and swept me off my feet. It was totally unexpected." "So it was a one-time thing? You'll go back to men?" Christina chewed over the question. "I'm not looking to get married," she said at long last. "I'll marry a man, I suspect. But I don't think I would close the door on anything in the short term. Erin put me through a lot of bad stuff, but she also opened my eyes to a lot of good stuff." "Like what?" Christina stopped cold for a moment, and then a sadness appeared in her eyes. She focused on some distant place, her beautiful mouth melting to sadness. "Just ... passion, I guess. She made everything so exciting. She came in and she overwhelmed me. She wanted me so much that it was intoxicating, and so I wanted her back. I want that more than I want a man, and I don't know if a woman is better at it or if Erin was just an oddity." "That sounds amazing." This girl was 19, and she'd already experienced what Anne had sought for her entire life. "It was. Looking back, I don't regret it a bit. Plus, it was like having a best friend that you also –" Christina stopped cold, then glanced around. She leaned in and whispered. "- have sex with. And I have to tell you, the sex was absolutely amazing." **** It had been five years since someone had eaten Anne's pussy, and it had never been like this. Christina's tongue danced in her most personal of areas, wrapping itself around her clit, pushing into her folds. Anne lasted only five minutes before she came, writhing and squealing and gasping. Then Christina did it again, patient and persistent as Anne once again climbed the summit. The girl was amazing. She crawled up Anne's body, molding her slender shape to Anne's curves. Her smile was devilish. "Do you want to try something kinky?" she asked. "Erin would do something to me that would drive me crazy." It had already been the sexiest night of Anne's life. She had cum three times, and had experimented in ways she'd never thought possible. She looked into Christina's gorgeous, long-lashed eyes. "Sure," she said. "Turn over on your stomach and move down to the end of the bed. Put your pussy right on the edge of the corner." Anne complied, moving down. Her upper body lay on the mattress, but her legs dangled, barely touching the carpeted floor. Her lower body weight crushed her mound onto the corner of the mattress, but it was an erotic and arousing pressure. Christina got off the bed and knelt on the floor, her soft hands pushing open Anne's rear cheeks. Anne's eyes popped open as the tongue found a new place to explore. **** Anne was a nervous wreck by the time they got back to the hotel. She knew what she wanted, but it terrified her. Why was she torturing herself like this? She would never have the nerve. Christina set her backpack on the couch and flopped down beside it. "Thank you for giving me the blanket last night," she said. "I was so sleepy that I don't even remember getting it." "I thought you would get cold." "I've been cold for days. Do you mind if I take it again? Will you be warm enough without it?" "Well, I was thinking," Anne said in measured tones. "It's a king-sized bed. If you're comfortable with it, just sleep with me tonight. There's no need to sleep on the couch." Christina smiled broadly, and a twinkle flashed in her eye. "I haven't slept in a bed for three nights," she said. "But I should warn you that I don't have anything to wear. Are you comfortable with a naked girl in your bed?" Anne swallowed hard. "Actually, that's how I prefer to sleep too if you don't mind." The blonde girl processed the information and grinned. "Perfect. We'll match!" Anne was ready for something new in her life. She wanted adventure. She wanted passion. She wanted to do something so daring, so out of character, that it would jolt her out of her rut. And yet she couldn't ask. She wanted Christina to give her a sign, to make the first move. She didn't want to chase a poor innocent girl out into the street by making an unwanted advance. "Do you mind if I shower again?" Christina asked. "It's time to rinse the undies." "No, go ahead." Anne set her work papers on the desk as Christina headed into the bathroom. Once again, she left the door open and Anne could hear the rustle of clothing being removed. The water turned on. Anne imagined the slender blonde's stripping down, bending over to remove her panties, her small breasts dangling and swaying. She wanted the passion that Christina had felt. She wanted to be with someone. But that's not what she was. She was a guardian angel. Her job was to protect Christina on a cold winter night. Anne sighed. Christina's art pad was on the coffee table next to the couch. Anne looked toward the bathroom, then idly picked it up. She loved the girl's work, and now had a nude of Christina to go along with the nude of herself. She wanted to see it again, study it, because that was the closest she would ever come. She flipped it open to the back, and smiled at the drawing. Christina was gorgeous, and the expression on her drawn face was a beautiful and sultry come-hither look. Maybe when this was all over, Anne would masturbate to that portrait. She turned the pad back a page. What else had Christina been working on? She froze, her eyes like saucers. The drawing, like all the others, was beautifully rendered. Christina was on her back, her legs wrapped around Anne's waist, her wrists tied to the bed frame. Once again, she made Anne look beautiful as they consummated the kiss. Anne studied every aspect of the drawing; the romance of the lips against each other, the eroticism of breasts pressed together, the symbolism of the bound wrists. Anne stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. Christina was rinsing herself when Anne entered the bathroom. Anne caught Christina's eye, and the blonde's eyes widened as she gazed upon the older brunette's nude curves. Anne's memory flashed an image that she would hold the rest of her life, Christina's nude slim body, water flowing down, pert pink nipples on slick, shiny breasts, a neatly trimmed strip of honey pubic hair. The two women drank each other in. Anne's heart was beating like a hummingbird. "Would you like to perhaps explore a new friendship?" she asked hesitantly. Christina smiled broadly, her eyes bright. She nodded, tucking her wet hair back behind her ears and placing herself on full frontal display. She curled a beckoning finger. Anne moved forward and opened the shower door. Stepping in, she forced the blonde up against the wall, trapping her wrists above her head. With the warm water flowing upon them, the two women kissed long and sensuously, their slick bodies rubbing against each other. **** Anne slowly awakened, responding to the muted light of a cold winter morning. She was warm and comfortable, nestled up and spooning Christina's naked body. She sighed and pulled the girl closer, touching as much of her as she could, burying her face in the honey blonde hair before ever so lightly kissing the slender neck below. Her top hand wandered, tracing the length of the thigh, the curve of the hip, the flatness of the stomach. Slowly, carefully, she moved up to Christina's heart. The blonde shifted slightly, beginning to awaken. She hummed contentedly, then pulled Anne's hand to her mouth and kissed it. Anne's heart bloomed. It felt so good to come in from the cold.