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Willing Ch. 02

By: Lisa Summers



There was a long silence in the cab when I finished my story about Katia and me, I guess my story brought us both down a little, I didn't mean it to, but there it was. Soon enough, though, Virginia and I began chatting again, about a ton of different things. I found myself liking the brown-haired, brown-eyed young girl. I had been put off by her earlier comment about trading sex for her room back in Bullhead City, but when I asked her about that, it seemed that it was more of a boyfriend/girlfriend thing, not the outright sex for money thing I'd first thought.

I know a girl with her looks would have to have a fair amount of experience with sex, at least in my experience. Her eyes were deep and dark, the kind of eyes that people get lost in. Her complexion was tan, and under the quick fix up of the bruise her boyfriend had laid on her, and her smeared tears, she had fine features. Her voice was melodic and pleasing, and she seemed very bright, and sharp, asking a lot of questions.

She was shorter than me, about 5' 3" and around 130 pounds, and shapely, with full breasts and a generous ass. Out of my league, that was for sure, but a girl can look, and dream, right?

"I thought I loved him," Virginia said, talking about her boyfriend, AKA 'Mike the Ass Hole.'

"At first he was sweet to me...the sex, well, I didn't really care about that so much." She hesitated. "Then he got into that whole crystal meth thing. I could see things going downhill rapidly. And now, now I've got to be more responsible. There's more than just me to think about." She was referring to her pregnancy, which had apparently brought about the abrupt breakup with 'Mike.'

As we pulled into a truck stop just on the far side of Albuquerque, I told Virginia that I had to take a ten hour break so that I didn't go over my hours of service "I'm not about to lie on my log book," I told her. "Trucking's my life, I don't want to lose my CDL.'

"Well, thanks for the lift all this way - I don't know what I would have done without you," she said. Her smile looked kind of too bright to me, y'know? Kind of a 'stiff upper lip' look?

"Umm, you still don't really have any prospects, do you?" I asked her. She looked apologetic.

"No, but I've imposed way too much," she said.

"Look, I don't want you to think I'm coming on to you, though you ARE really cute, but how about we finish this trip together? I can drop you off at your parents, I've got a pretty big cushion of time going this way, and I'd welcome the company..."

"Seriously?" she asked, her brown eyes on mine. "You REALLY wouldn't mind? Oh, but I'm costing you money..."

"Well, you can pay me back when you get to your parents. It's only meals and stuff anyway," I said. "You can sleep here in the back tonight, it's a little cozy for two, but I promise, I'll behave." I smiled, and she smiled back.

"I'd like that," she said.

"Oh, and my house is in Fort Smith - you know, in Arkansas - so we can overnight there tomorrow, okay?" 

"Sure," she said.

"Okay, since that's settled, let's go get sump'n to eat, and then a shower, okay?"

"Wow, a shower would be GREAT!" Virginia said. "I feel as grubby as hell."

We hoofed it over to the restaurant, which was fortunately set up as a diner rather than the usual brand name fast food place. It would be nice to have something closer to real food for a change. We both showered first, and when Virginia came out of her shower cubicle, I whistled.

"You sure clean up good," I said.

Virginia blushed. "Hey, speaking of looks, you said something earlier today.....is it okay if I mention it?"

"Umm, sure," I said, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Umm, you said that you had a face like shoe leather. You're a good looking woman, Linda, you shouldn't put yourself down like that. I'll admit you've got a pretty good tan, though..." she looked apologetic.

I remembered the brief frown that had passed over her face when I said that, in telling Katia's story.

"Well, I appreciate it, but this mug has been through a lot. It's okay that I'm a little weathered, I don't mind." I did mind, though, everyone wants to look good, and accepting age is kind of tough, at least for me. I'd gone through my life, and what did I have to show for it? 38 years old can be ancient, depending on where you've spent those years.

Virginia looked dubious. "If you don't mind, I could show you a few things you can do, I had a job at a spa for a year. How about when we get to your house, okay?" I shrugged. I'd never really gotten into lotions and such since entering the military. Travel light, or don't travel at all.

We finished up in the female trucker's locker room - and thank god for those, I remember the old days - and I put my arm around Virginia's back, she put her arm around my back and we stood looking at the mirror. "Looks like we BOTH clean up pretty good, huh?" She squeezed my hand.

"We sure do," she said. We headed down to the restaurant. It was a pleasure to tuck into their meatloaf. Virginia had the pan-fried chicken. We each had two beers, well, I had two Buds and she had two O'Doul's. As I said before, I don't drink much, and never before driving, but I had a mandated 10 hour break, so I didn't see much problem with it this time.

"Oh, this is GOOD!" she said, wolfing the meal down.

"Don't eat the bones, now," I kidded her. She pretended to throw the naked leg bone at me. It was nice to have somebody to kid with on the road.. I rarely ever have passengers. We finished up with 'pie alamo'.

"'Alamo?'" she asked.

"Just something from when I was a kid," I said. "I used to call pie with ice cream, 'pie alamo,' cuz I didn't know any better, and my parents thought it was cute."

"Tell me about your family," Virginia asked.

"Not much to tell, really," I said. "I grew up in Arkansas, my parents' house is about ten miles from mine."

"So, you see them all the time?" she asked.

"Well....no," I said. I felt a little pang at the memory of the last time I'd seen them.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Well, when my parents found out I liked girls, my father threw me out....I guess it was time I was goin' anyway, so I joined the Air Force."

"Why would your father throw you out?" she asked.

"It might have been the shock of it, more than anything else. Plus, he was a fundamentalist Baptist minister."

"Ouch," Virginia said. "So, how did it happen?"

So, I began my story.

"I was on the girls' track team, Northside Senior High in Fort Smith, the Lady Grizzlies - y' see, the Grizzly Bear's our mascot. Anyway, I ran the 400 meters and the 4x400, you know, the relay with the baton and all?" Virginia nodded.

"Well, unbeknownst to me, Celia Watkins, one of the cheerleaders had taken a shine to me. She was an 11th grader, and I was a senior, and I really hadn't noticed her, other than her humongous tits. She'd been held back at least once, I think she was older than me, and I was eighteen. Now, I was scared shitless that people would find out I even liked girls, much less that I LIKED GIRLS, y'know? So, it wasn't like every girl who had an urge that way knew they could look me up for some good times." I chuckled.

"She started coming up to me around the start of track season, spring of my senior year, and asking about stuff, totally random, and we'd have conversations, nothing special. I didn't think anything of it, other than that she was cute. She was a Catholic, anyway, so we didn't exactly run in the same social circles. I didn't really think anything of it, because to be honest, I was mooning over my English teacher, Miss Smith, who was about the prettiest woman I had EVER seen up until I left Arkansas.

"So, one day in April, we'd just half finished a joint boy-girl track meet at Southside - we won, by the way - and I was sitting in the girls' locker room. I'd pulled up after completing my part of the 4 x 400, with a cramp in my calf, so I left the meet early to get dressed. I was alone, not really thinking about anything, when Celia strolls in, dressed in her cheerleader outfit. The cheerleading squad would come to the close by events, mainly to cheer for the boys.

"Sounds like the beginning of a porno movie," Virginia said, grinning.

"Yeah, but I don't know about 'happy endings, exactly,'" I said, ruefully. "Anyway, what happened was a complete surprise to ME."

"Hey," said Celia, "that must have hurt." She was a cheerleader-cute blonde, short, maybe 5', kind of plump, and as I said, with big tits. I nodded. "Yeah, kinda."

"Can I rub your calf for you?" she asked. "I've had training in that kind of thing. Johnny (her brother, a shot putter) showed me how to do it."

"Okay," I said. She sat down on the floor in front of me, her knees bent, her feet pointing in the same direction under her ass. She put her hands around my leg, and started gently massaging my calf. I've gotta say, that girl DID know what she was doing, in several ways. I've never felt hurt go away so fast, nor pleasure come in to take its place. Not like that.

I couldn't help but notice that her skirt was pulling up towards her hips every time she changed position, and also that she was looking at the crotch and leg holes on my track shorts as often as she was looking at my face. God help me, once it began, I did NOT want it to stop!

I caught myself moaning once or twice, and she had this secret little grin that excited me more than it warned me what was up. Pretty soon, I could see the panties of her outfit - now, you know, those are the panties that all the guys, and more than a few gals, are lookin' at when the cheerleaders do flips and such. You don't see nothin', but it's surely pleasant to look at, and think about. And I WAS thinkin' about it.

I guess we woulda' both enjoyed a chaste little show, except that Celia's fingers began to move up my leg, massaging their way up to heaven, heh. I could feel myself getting wet, and when I found myself moving forward on the locker room bench to let her GET to heaven, well, we BOTH knew what was up then.

Celia leaned forward and kissed my knee, looking up at me, taking her cue from my reactions. Then she began kissing the inside of my thigh. I closed my eyes, figuring if I closed my eyes, whatever happened wouldn't be my fault. Then Celia brought her hands, and especially her fingers, onto my thighs on the inside of my legs, tracing her fingertips lightly on the sensitive skin there. I gasped, the pleasure was so intense, and let her go on. There was no doubt in my mind what she was doing, and surely no doubt in HER mind what I was going to let her do.

Then I felt her fingers go to the waistband of my white track shorts, and begin tugging them off my hips. I lifted up my ass, and the slick, satiny white material slipped right down my thighs to the floor. That left my thick white athletic panties, and to my shock and horror, and exquisite happiness, she pulled them off, too. My little pussy was exposed to her, and she smiled like it was Christmas morning, then leaned in and kissed me right on my clit. What a shock ran through me!

I knew what a clit was for, god knows I'd touched it and played it like a banjo enough times, but I'd figured I'd never actually have another girl touching it, much less kissing it. I came just like that, she'd done such a good job of building my anticipation, without me even realizing it. I suppose my moans further encouraged her.

Celia's mouth lingered over my cunt, and after a minute, she started lapping at my hole. Running her rough tongue up and down my swollen pussy lips, then thrusting it inside my hot, wet hole, she brought me to another peak quicker than anyone ever since. I was lying back on the bench, my legs spread wide, while her face got all wet and creamy with my cum juices. I had my arm over my face, like I could pretend it wasn't me enjoying another girl's mouth on my spasming hole, in case God was looking or something, lol. God, my hips were raising up and down like the elevator in a two story fat women's dress shop on sale day.

I guess I came a half dozen times, then begged her to stop. I raised myself weakly up on my elbow, to see that she'd pulled down those virginal cheerleader panties, AND the much cuter bikini panties underneath, and was finger fucking herself while she ate me out.

"Give me some of that!" I gasped, scrambling off the bench. Celia stood up and shimmied off her red skirt (Our school colors were red and white, y'see), both sets of panties already laying on the floor at her feet. After months of imagining my OWN face between Miss Smith's legs, here was the real thing just offering itself to me, and I wasn't gonna miss out!

Celia lay back where I'd been on the bench, and pulled her legs up towards her breasts, her sweet little pussy, all pink and wet and hot, and dripping her excitement, looked like a little orchid. Her ass hole below it, was all puckered, a nearly round little tan opening, but squeezed tight shut, then kind of winking. I hadn't thought about another girl's ass hole in my fantasizing before, but hers was awfully cute.

I brought my face close to her hole, as she urged me on. "Go ahead, Linda, lick my hole! I've been dreaming about us licking each other's cunts, and you sucking on my nipples, they're all fat and plump for you to suck on!" I did what she'd done, but I started with her hot little lips, first, the cream was just everywhere, and getting all over my face. God, it tasted so GOOD! Musky, creamy, hot, her little pussy was like manna from heaven. I could feel her hands on the back of my head, urging me deeper between her thighs.

It was kinda hard to breathe, but I wasn't complaining. I lapped at her pretty, pink slit for the longest time, then wrapped my lips over her swollen clit, which was exposed and reddish and gleaming wetly, showing her excitement. Celia moaned as she came, her hips bucking around and up and down, moaning, "Fuck me, Linda, make me cum!" over and over, until finally she slumped down, her sweet, plump ass flattening on the hard wood of the bench. I was just putting my finger on her tan, puckered ass hole, wanting to feel her heat and tightness inside there, when the locker room door slammed open!

It turned out, we were in the wrong locker room - we were in the home boys locker room, and those sweaty males came pouring in, stopping and gaping at us when they spotted us, Celia with her pussy wide open, and me with my face covered with her sex cream, my finger poised to slip inside her ass. Now, boys in Arkansas don't get exposed to a lot of the things that happen in the big city, but they're smart enough, and horny enough, to figure out two girls carpet munching when they see it.

In some ways, if we had to get caught, it was good and it was bad. If it had been our own locker room, either the boys OR the girls, everyone would have known exactly who it was, and what we were doing. Maybe they woulda kept it to themselves, maybe not. But since it was a bunch of Southside boys who didn't know us, and whose brains went into vapor lock when they got a good look at not just one, but TWO very wet pussies, we were able to escape in the confusion.

Sadly, while the details were a little fuzzy in the story that followed, Northside was able to figure out with near certainty who it was. So there wasn't enough 'evidence' to 'convict' us, but the rumors dogged the two of us until the end of that term. We were too embarrassed to ever get back together, sadly, and my dad was so disappointed in me that it just became easier for me to cut ties and join the military. 

I haven't talked to my dad since, and just cards to, and from my mom at Christmas and birthdays."

"You haven't seen them since?" Virginia asked.

"Nope," I said.

"Well, I'm sorry for that....but that's a helluva hot story."

I smiled. "Yeah, I really wish I coulda got together with Celia one more time, she was a pistol."

"Do you at least hear from HER?" Virginia asked.

"Yeah, she's a fat mom of seven, and has two grandkids." I laughed. "I wonder if she'd ever do THAT again?"

"Well, maybe not, with seven kids hangin' around," Virginia said.

"You'd be surprised," I said. "Lotsa women seem to figure out things a lot later in life."

"I suppose," she said. "Hey, I'm done," she said, looking at her plate, and thus reminding me that we had to figure out accommodations for the night. As we got up from the booth, the young mother in the next booth looked up at me curiously. I guess I'd been overheard - I probably was a little louder than I should have been. She smiled nervously, and I nodded at her. I suppose I'd given her something to think about. I paid our check at the cashier, putting the tip on the ticket. Virginia wrote the total down.

"I AM going to pay you back," she said. I nodded, and we walked out across the lot to the tractor trailer way in the back, behind a couple dozen others parked for the night. We saw a slim shape step down from one cab and walk over to the one next to it.

"Is that, um, a hooker?" Virginia asked.

"You mean a lot lizard? Yeah," I responded.

"Lot lizard? That's what hookers are called?" Virginia asked.

"At truck stops, yeah," I said. "It's pretty rough - for them."

"Have you ever..."

"God, no!" I said. "I'd sooner go through life alone than touch one o' them. Those poor skanks, nobody benefits from what they do except some truck driver's dick."

Virginia slipped stepping up on the climb to the passenger side. I caught her as she nearly fell, her body warm in my hands. She giggled.

"Oops, my bad," she said.

"Huh, no more beer for YOU," I said, mock sternly.

"Well, I'll sleep well," she said. I followed her in.

"Okay, through there," I said, pointing to the sleeper. Virginia crawled in, and I couldn't help but admire her ass. I followed.

"Now, this is a pretty small bed, it's a little smaller than a double, so it's sort of cozy for two - I hope you don't kick in your sleep." 

"No, I don't think so, leastwise I've never gotten any complaints. If you don't mind, I'm sleeping in my panties, okay?" She looked at me. 

"Works for me, that's how I sleep too, most times. Though in the winter, I'll wear a flannel nightgown." Virginia grinned at me.

"An old granny nightgown? You must look cute."

"Well, you're not gonna see it tonight, honey. It's too damned warm for that."

I had made a mental vow not to put Virginia in an awkward position. I am a lesbian, of that there can be no doubt, but I wasn't going to put the moves on a woman who was in my care. At least, not unless she asked for it first. Of necessity, we ended up with us spooning. Her body was warm and supple next to me, her back to me. I thanked god that I wasn't a guy, I'd hate to have a boner pushing into her butt. 

I pondered her situation, and something we hadn't talked about. She was pregnant, and I wondered how she was going to deal with it. I heard her snoring softly, then the next thing I knew, I was waking up, but it was still dark outside. I wasn't sure what had wakened me, until I felt it, a slight, rhythmic jiggling of our bodies. Virginia was in my arms, our bodies close together, my face in the warm hair at the back of her neck.

"What the fuck?" I wondered to myself, then I realized that Virginia had her fingers between her thighs, stroking herself lightly, so's I wouldn't notice. Once I realized what was happening, I smiled. Virginia was playin' with herself while I held her - man, that was somethin' I'd never experienced before.

I could feel myself wetting at the thought of a half-naked, beautiful woman masturbating while I hugged her - don't that beat all? But I was too scared to see what she'd do if my fingers joined hers at her hot little cavern. As close as we were, if she'd wanted me to join her, I figured she'd let me know. Eventually, I dozed back to sleep. I guess I dreamed her moans when she came, I don't know.


Willing Ch. 02



Next thing I knew, early morning sunlight was streaming in the small window over our heads. She woke when I moved. "Morning, sleepyhead," Virginia said, turning in our little bed, her breasts full, her nipples brown and erect, little creases in the skin from the sheet. She smiled.

"That was a nice night's sleep," she said. 

"I guess it was, you've got drool all over your chin," I teased.

"Aack," she said, wiping with the back of her hand. 

"Okay, how about we get dressed, have breakfast, and then hit the road?" I said.

"Umm, I really hate to impose even more..." she said.

"What?" I said, a little impatient. Sometimes chicks drive me crazy - just say what you're going to say!

"These are the only clothes...." she began.

I smacked my forehead. "My bad," I said. "I've got some extra stuff here, blouse, panties, jeans...it looks like they'll fit you, more or less. Would that do?"

"That would be very nice," she said, sitting up primly, with her hands together in her lap, and those sweet breasts exposed. I started laughing.

"What?" she said, offended.

"Oh, you just sounded like some Baptist church lady: 'That would be very nice...may I please have some more sugar in my tea....oh, yes, another cookie would be lovely!'" 

She blushed. "I guess it did sound funny, sitting half naked in the back of a truck with a lesbian I spent the night with, huh?" 

"Some lesbian I am, " I said. "I didn't make a move on you all night."

She shook her head sadly. "Nope, not one move," she said. "Disappointing." I didn't know if she was still kidding or not. She sure didn't mention whatever she'd been thinking about while fingering herself.

"Well, let's get going, okay? I'm gonna have to push it to get to Fort Smith inside my window." 

I hustled some clothes together for Virginia, and except for being a little wrinkled, she looked just fine. We went back to the diner for a nice middle American eggs and pancakes breakfast. When I remembered to get her two Amaretto creamers and three sugars for her coffee, she looked pleased. For some reason, that made me happy. After filling the diesel tanks, we headed back out onto I-40.

Again, we defaulted to girl talk, and I hesitantly asked her how she felt about being pregnant.

"It's not the way I would have chosen for it to happen," she said. "I'd like to get married to somebody I could love forever, and raise a family like that. Not get pregnant by some meth head, and not have a job or a house or really, much of anything."

"Well, at least you have your family, right? 'Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.' I think Robert Frost said that - at least I got ONE thing out of school."

She looked surprised. "I like that,' she said, then repeated the saying, as though committing it to memory. Returning to our conversation, she said, "I'm not going to give the baby up - and I certainly wouldn't do...anything else." She crinkled her nose in displeasure at the thought.

I didn't want to impose my views on the subject, that's as personal a choice as they come, but I was glad.

A ways along, I said, "I've told you a couple of stories about my bein' a lezzy. Now, be honest, have you EVER done anything with another girl?" She looked thoughtful.

"Yes, and not that long ago, either," she said, kind of surprising me.

"Really," I said. Interested cat was interested. Virginia began her story.

"Yeah, Mike and I sort of had a party about a year ago. It started as a wedding reception at one of the casinos in Laughlin, it wasn't even anyone we knew, we were just working, but after we got off work, they asked us to stay at their reception anyway, so when we were pretty tanked, a couple of us made our way back to Mike's house in Bullhead City, on the other side of the Colorado River. 

There were three girls and two guys, plus Mike and me. We smoked some dope at the house, then people started pairing off, until there was just Mike and the girl and me. It seemed the most natural thing for the three of us to end up in bed together. I think Mike planned it that way - he'd often talked about a 'threesome.' I once thought about asking him if he'd go for two guys on one girl, but by that time he was already showing a temper, so I figured I'd better leave that alone.

Anyway, the girl, Rachel, I think her name was, and I lay on the bed, while Mike sat in a chair watching us. Rachel was a tall, about your height, green-eyed cutie, with long, black, wavy hair, small tits, and a nice, but small, ass. We started kissing, Rachel and I, it felt really nice. There's something about a girl's tenderness and gentleness - don't get me wrong, a hard dick is nice, but girls are...special, y'know?" Our clothes came off pretty fast, and I was really interested in checking out another girl's body from a different angle.

You know, breasts look different that way, you can SEE her pussy without using a mirror, and you can see and, well taste and touch another girl's ass, where that ain't likely with your own. Plus, you've got all the sweet sounds a girl makes when she's hot, not all grunting like...." Virginia paused.

I was feeling a little hot myself. This girl was pretty good at telling stories!

"Anyway, out of the corner of my eye I could see that Mike had his dick out and stroking it, sitting on a folding chair in the corner. I guess I don't blame him, I was getting pretty hot kissing her. But pretty soon he faded out of whatever I was thinking about, Rachel was a LOT more interesting. 

I lay on my back, and she straddled me, her knees on either side of my chest - we were both fully dressed at this point - and started talking to me. God, that REALLY got me hot!

"Hi baby," she said quietly, looking down at me. I don't think she even knew my name.

"Let's forget about him," she whispered. I don't think her head moved more than an inch in nodding toward Mike, whacking off in the corner, but her green eyes were locked on mine, like a laser beam. I was fascinated, hearing another girl talking to me like that.

"I'm going to open up that little blouse of yours, and show us your plump breasts, so soft and sweet, baby. I want to see those round beauties moving up and down as your breathing gets heavy, and your sweet, smooth skin there, soft and tasty. Then I'm going to lick and suck your hot little nipples, sweetie, make 'em hard and stiff with pleasure and desire. 

When you start to squirm from pleasure running down to your hot little clit, then I'm going to tease off your skirt, and kiss and lick your smooth thighs, your pussy getting wetter and wetter. You like that, don't you baby? Your pussy getting wet, and hot, can you feel the liquid oozing down your slit? Baby, I'm going to kiss and lick that liquid, your sweet, hot cum juices....lapping your hole with my tongue."

I was starting to squirm for real, her words were getting to me, but even more than that, was her tone of voice, and the way her eyes never left mine, and the slight, knowing smile on her face. I vaguely heard Mike grunting in the corner, but my attention was completely on Rachel. God, she was getting me SO excited, and she hadn't done a damn, thing, and we both still had our clothes on. She was far more exciting than Mike, or any other boy for that matter, and she was doing it all with her words.

"I like licking your pussy while you still have your panties on, sweetie. Licking your wet hole through the thin fabric, licking pearls of your cum through the cotton, then licking around the crotch, on either side of your tight, pink hole, my rough tongue licking up your plump lips, your hot ass squirming under me....do you want me to lick inside your hole, baby?" Rachel paused, waiting for my response.

I nodded, my body unconsciously squirming with desire for her. 

"Then tell me, baby," she teased.

"I want you....I want you to lick me, lick me there....in my pussy." God, just saying those words, begging another girl to eat me - I came then, the first time. Rachel smiled, whether from my surrendering to her, or because she somehow knew she'd made me cum, I don't know. But I knew that I wanted to be naked with her, and her words were driving me crazy.

"Yeah, baby, I'll lick your tight, pink hole. You're so hot inside your tiny pussy, and so red inside, cream running down inside you, as your body begs for something to fill you, do you want my hot, hard tongue fucking you there?" I nodded again, my hips rocking up and down, as I imagined her fucking me with her tongue. 

"I'll fuck your sweet hole, baby, licking and fucking your hot cunt, it tastes so good, your hot hole welcoming my mouth. Then I'm going to softly kiss your clit, would you like that?" She cupped her breasts above me, squeezing and kneading them. She was making herself crazy, too.

"Please....fuck me now," I begged her. "You're driving me nuts," I said, my chest heaving. She had my arms pinned, or I would have reached under her skirt and ripped off her panties. She saw me looking at her crotch, my desire plain.

She chuckled. "Be patient, baby. While I'm going down on you, I can see your little ass hole, she wants to have some attention paid to her, too. She's tight, and puckered, she's SO shy, but she wants to play too. Doesn't she?" Her eyes were looking deep into my soul. I nodded.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Did HE ever touch you there?" she whispered, her head moving only a quarter of an inch towards Mike, still grunting. "Did he ever make you cum just by touching you there?"

She saw me shake my head slightly. "I didn't think so," she said triumphantly. "Boys don't know how to please a girl's sweet little rear hole, do they?" I nodded, hypnotized.

"I'm going to trace around your little hole, with my wet fingertip, lightly touching each little fold around your ass hole, tight and brown, but so pink inside. Do you know how my finger will be wet, baby?" I nodded. "Tell me," she insisted.

"From my cum," I whispered. "From my pussy."

She smiled. "That's right, darling. And HOW is the liquid from your cum going to get on my finger?" she teased. I squirmed under her.

"Because you're going to fuck my pussy with your finger." I came as I whispered the words, meant for her ears alone. My hips shook with the crashing pleasure of my second orgasm, my panties soaked with my cum. It felt so weird - in my head, I was already naked, and intertwined with HER naked body, her finger both fucking my cunt, and also teasing my ass hole, yet we were still both dressed.

Rachel smiled, fully aware that she'd brought me to a second orgasm. "That's fine sweetie," she whispered down to me, then bent down and brought her soft, full lips to mine, the first actually overt sexual thing we'd done, other than her driving me crazy with her words. Her lips were warm and plump on mine, her tongue slowly and almost shyly came to my mouth, in contrast to the bold way she was seducing me.

I opened my mouth, and her tongue slithered inside my mouth, touching me inside and caressing my own tongue. I felt a small orgasm then, not crashing like the other, but a shuddering shiver of pleasure centered on my clit and mouth at the same time. At the same time, I felt her shiver on top of me, and felt a small satisfaction that she'd cum too, as her mouth on mine became a little sloppy, her saliva dripping onto my tongue.

Rachel paused, savoring the intense pleasures coursing through her, then gathered herself together to continue.

"Mmmm, baby, that was sweet," she said, a little louder, loud enough for Mike to hear now. 

"Did you enjoy it?" she said. I nodded.

"Tell me," she commanded.

"Yes, I enjoyed cumming...with you on top of me," I said, squirming again, and loving being forced to verbalize what she was doing to me. From the corner of the room, we heard Mike, sounding a little drunken.

"Hey, when are you guys gonna take your clothes off? Let's get this party started! I want you two to have some fun too."

Rachel laughed, a low, throaty chuckle. I couldn't help but giggle too. Rachel turned to look at Mike.

"Oh, pretty soon. We were just getting to know each other," she said, smiling down at me. I smiled up at her, enthralled, and eager to please her.

Rachel returned to her exquisite torture.

"And so baby, what should I do with my wet finger, poised at your cute, little hole? Should I continue to tease you by caressing the sweet skin around your ass hole, or should I thrust it deep inside your tight, dark opening, or perhaps should I compromise, fuck my finger DEEP inside your tight ass, in and out, filling and emptying your waiting, eager ass, and then suck on my finger when I take it out of you?"

I groaned. Each image was hotter than the last.

"Do it all," I moaned. "I want you to do it all to me."

Rachel pretended to think about that. "Mmm, what to do?" She smiled evilly. "I know, since you want me to do all those things, I won't do any of that." I groaned.

"No, what I'm going to do, is kiss that sweet, tight, hot ass hole between your plump ass cheeks, then lick around it, savoring your hot, musky smell and taste, and thrust my tongue deep inside your ass the same time my fingers fuck your dripping wet cunt. Would you like that instead?"

I came, monstrously, as I imagined this beautiful girl eagerly licking my ass hole, while finger fucking my pussy, itchy and hot with need. "Oh god!" I exclaimed. "Fuck!"

Rachel leaned down and kissed me again, my mouth eager now to take her in, her tongue now teasing my lips, not really kissing me, but teasing me further. I gave up and let her do to me what she wanted. I was totally hers, after more and better orgasms than I'd ever experienced before.

Rachel then leaned down further, her soft lips an inch from my ear. "And then I'm going to make you do all of that, to me," she whispered.

The orgasm that resulted from that one sentence, spoken so deliberately for me alone to hear, outshone even the ones that preceded it, as I found myself picturing me doing to her, all the nasty things she'd just described. I pictured my mouth on her cunt, and then on her ass hole, as I rode out HER relentless orgasms. I found myself doing things I'd never even dreamed of minutes before, and cumming as she came, and it was the thoughts of our mutual cumming that thrilled me more than anything.

She smothered my body with hers, as I shook and moaned from the intense pleasure, almost more than I could stand.

Virginia stopped with her story, and I found that I'd been holding my breath.

"Wow," was all I could say. Virginia smiled.

"Yeah, it was something, alright."

"So, what happened with Mike that night?" I asked.

Virginia grinned. "Do you care?" she asked.

"No, not really," I said, and we both laughed.

"Well, to wrap the story up, Rachel and I took our tops off and Mike jerked himself off, looking at our tits, then fell asleep." 

"And did you two, you and Rachel, did you actually DO those things?" I asked, curious.

Virginia looked at me, an impish gleam in her eye. "Maybe I'll finish the story for you sometime," she said, sitting back in her seat. She had a Mona Lisa smile. I kept on driving, anxious now for Fort Smith.



Willing Ch. 03



We pulled into my home in Fort Smith about 11 pm. I live in a manufactured home on an acre I bought from a farmer right on Old Union Town Rd in Rena, north of Fort Smith. It's got a nice, long circular gravel driveway in front - I'm damned if I'm gonna be backin' up when I bring a semi to my house.

Now, in case you're thinkin' it's some old rattletrap mobile home, it's not. It's a Sun Building Systems, two story, 2200 square feet, 4 bedrooms and 2.5 baths. Its most prominent feature is a cathedral ceilinged great room/living room, with an open loft above it for the bedrooms and two baths. I'm proud of it, and I'm not bragging.

But I AM bragging when I tell you it has hardwood floors, nice carpeting and I had it decorated by Ann Coleman Interiors. I may be a poorly educated ex-military truck driver redneck Arkansas hick, but I will be damned if I don't do my best to have a nice home. A home for Sneezer the cat, and Bruiser and Polly the dogs, and me, when I'm in town.

"Whoah," Virginia said. "Nice place."

"Yeah, thanks," I said. "To tell the truth, I'm lookin' forward to a nice, long, hot bubble bath, followed by a good night's sleep in my very own bed. And I've got a guest bedroom all fitted out for you, and you're sure welcome to a bubble bath, too/"

"With you?" Virginia said, startled, her eyes wide.

"Heh, well, if you like, but I meant in the guest bathroom. I'll be in the master bedroom."

""I didn't mean, I mean, I think it would be fine, uhh, I haven't, I don't.....umm."

"Are you done, honey?" I chuckled. "You're my passenger. Just think of me as your low rent bus driver, and I don't think bus drivers go around propositioning their passengers, do they?" Virginia's face was bright red. Of course, I didn't tell her how much I'd have loved a bath with her...

"It's been a long, long day, sweetie. Let's get us some rest, okay?" Virginia looked relieved as we entered. 

"Wow, this is really nice," she said, when we got inside and I turned on the lights. The front door opens directly into the great room, with its cathedral ceiling, so, yeah, it makes a pretty nice entrance. The spiral staircase to the second floor gets some comments too. It's just too bad I've never had much opportunity to have someone over. Relatives were out, hadn't talked to my family in some time. Neighbors were sort of out. With a one acre lot the smallest in the rural area, it's hard to get to know your neighbors, and because I was on the road so much, I didn't have that many friends in Arkansas. And....lovers. There hadn't been any of those.

Thinking about it, I was probably closer to the guys at Arcturus, based in Los Angeles.

"Would you like something to eat?" I asked Virginia. She smiled wearily.

"Naah, maybe just show me where my bedroom and the bathtub are?" she said.

I pointed at the kitchen. "Everything you'll need for eats are there, feel free to root around if you get up before me, okay?" She nodded.

She marveled at the staircase. "Don't you get dizzy?" she asked, jokingly.

"Only when I roller skate down," I replied with a smile. I let her go first. Virginia sure did a nice job of filling out her jeans, and I felt a stirring in my loins, no matter that I'd sort of tried to keep things non sexual. The stories we kept telling each other made that goal kind of iffy.

She held onto the railing as I led her to her bathroom and bedroom, as the hallway is open to below on the one side. "Wow, I feel kind of a vertigo," she said.

"Sorry to say, I hardly notice it anymore, but that railing will keep you from falling, don't worry." I said.

"It's a really nice view," she admitted, referring to the view of the living room from above.

She was thrilled at her bedroom, down the other end of the hall from mine. The decorating had extended to the three bedrooms, the fourth bedroom I'd turned into an office, and it clearly hadn't had a woman's touch, unless you count mine. It was pretty business-like. It was next to my bedroom.

I left her there, after telling her she could take that hot bubble bath if she wanted, and that I'd be in my office catching up on paperwork for an hour or so. I had settled into my desk, reconciling my fuel logs for the last few months. After about ten minutes, it occurred to me that there was no bubble bath in the guest bathroom. So I went to my bathroom, where I kept a spare. There is an herbary in Fort Smith that makes a luscious cucumber melon mix, and I wanted to share it with her, I thought she'd like it.

As I neared her room, I heard subtle noises. I thought, maybe Virginia was talking on her cell phone, but I remembered she didn't have a cell, or much of anything else. Her boyfriend, Mike the Pathetic Ass Hole, had taken all her stuff when he left her in the truck stop. So I eased over by the door, I didn't want to disturb her. It was then that I made a terrible, yet wonderful, discovery.

Remember, I had very few visitors. As a matter of fact, Virginia would be the first in my eight years there. It was then that I discovered the decorator had arranged the Chatham antique dresser, with its mirror above, in such a way that I could see most of the bed reflected in the mirror, but apparently Virginia couldn't see me.

Well, it was a terrible discovery, because I had come up on Virginia masturbating.

And it was wonderful, because I had come up on Virginia masturbating.

God help me, I was transfixed. All I could do was watch. I know it was wrong. But I did it anyway.

Virginia had her jeans off, as they lay puddled on the floor by her bed, on top of her sneakers. She was wearing just her panties and one of my short sleeved tee shirts. She had her legs pulled up to her chest, and she was gently caressing the taut skin of her calves, ankles, feet and up to her shins, first with her fingernails, as though gently scratching an itch, then with her fingertips. I noticed that her nails left little white streaks in her tan skin, like little comet trails, that faded back to tan after a few seconds.

Her bottom, two marvelously perfect and full globes of female flesh, filled out and stretched the thin, pink fabric in that position, until I imagined the cloth of the panties WAS her ass, her beautiful ass naked for me, smooth and beckoning, begging the touch of fingers, and lips to caress that warm, fragrant skin.

I saw as she momentarily pulled her legs closer, her cotton panties pressing against her pussy lips, the space between them dark and darkening the pink cotton every time the fabric touched her. She hummed soundlessly, a melody I couldn't place. Then I recognized it as one of the songs from the Ronstadt CD I'd played for her our first day together. Her voice was soft and sweet. I felt a heat in my own pussy.

Then she spread her legs, still bent, so that her feet were together, nearly sole to sole. The leg holes of her panties didn't mold exactly to her legs in that position, as the muscles attaching her thighs to her hips flexed, causing gaps in the fabric, giving me a small peek inside her sweet mons. I couldn't see her pussy or anything like that, but only more of her bare skin ever closer to that wondrous masterpiece, dark shadows cast at about where her bush would be, and lower, where her slit would meet the flat skin between it and her ass. The fabric teased me with those suspected glimpses of pussy.

She caressed her inner thighs, paler than her calves and lower legs, again as before, fingernails first tracing a sweet pain across her tender flesh, quivering as they passed, then the more tender caress of fingertips over smooth feminine flesh, sighing as they went on their way.

Her fingers playing on her sweet inner thighs, strayed closer to her panties, and the magnificent treasure they hid. Index fingers straying under the elastic, she lightly bit her lower lip, her head to one side, as the barest touch of finger tip to plump, swollen lip on each side sent stray, faint tendrils of excitement through her, as she teased herself.

After a few minutes of this, she brought her left hand up under her shirt, which had pulled up exposing her navel, to lightly caress her breasts, fingertips squeezing her warm, soft fullness, then lightly pinching her nipples. I ached to see them, but her shirt still covered those lovely globes. Her right hand covered her pussy, outside of her panties, pressing on it as she caressed her breasts and nipples. Her head slowly rocked from side to side, soft sighs escaping her.

Her right hand, fingers together, and impatient now, dove under the elastic of her panties on the right side, and, wetting themselves with her now noticeable creamy fluid, stroked up and down her quivering, full labia, momentarily dipping inside her tight slit to re-wet themselves. As though noticing for the first time what her hands were up to, Virginia lifted her head slightly to stare amazed at her mons, as though unbelieving her hand to be so bold, but unwilling to tell it 'no.'

Then she momentarily brought her randy right hand up to her occupied breasts, faint shine of liquid wetness from her fingertips trailing across her slightly plump stomach where her fingers touched. He right hand slid over her shirt, addressing the full globes beneath as her left hand had, but losing interest there quickly, returning to slip under the waistband of her panties, her stomach its accomplice, as it lowered itself to allow the hand easier entry under the frilly elastic.

I momentarily glimpsed fingers through the view of the legholes, like seeing a burglar who has stealthily entered a house boldly walking past a window to the view of passersby. Ripples in the cloth of the panties only gave clues as to what her randy right hand was up to, as the cloth bulged on a line directly above her pink slit, then lowered several times, then the hand removed itself, and she brought it to her face, sniffing it delicately, the tip of a pink tongue appearing. I couldn't tell if the tongue was tasting the adventurous fingertip, or merely displaying its pleasure at events, but it remained caught between her white teeth as her right hand rejoined the left in pleasuring her breasts.

Apparently the presence of its bolder sister encouraged the left hand. The two pulled up her shirt, exposing to both Virginia and me, her breasts, two full apple sized fruits, capped by two large, brown nipples. Both breasts heaving as she breathed in and out more intently now, excitement building. Both hands returned then to their familiar homes, her left softly and idly caressing those sweet and tender breasts, now available for both Virginia and I to feast our eyes on.

Her right hand returned to its favored spot, attacking her pussy through the right side opening of her panties, her still spread legs making the invasion rather easy. With insolent familiarity, the fingers slipped themselves into her wet opening, caressing labia and slit both.

Her hips began to react more now, as her excitement and pleasure grew, each source of sexual pleasure involving itself greedily and insistently. Momentarily, her legs slid down, then up toward her chest, undecided where more pleasure might be found, then spread themselves again, her favored position, feet sole to sole. 

To my surprise, her left hand then invaded her hips, perhaps anxious to sample some of the pleasure and intensity her sister the right hand had drunk in. Her left hand seemed to have some familiarity, slipping into her heat and wetness from both the left side opening, and from above, slipping under her waistband and copying the sensual actions of the other, but unfortunately still hidden from my view.

To say I was torn, would be to minimize my emotions. I felt guilt, spying on a person I had come to appreciate and care for. Mixed in with that was an intense sexual excitement, at the rare pleasure of being able to watch a beautiful girl play with and caress herself, hopefully to a shattering orgasm. I had no idea what I should do, but I was very clear on what I wanted to do. Aside from a desire to rush into the room and fuck her senseless, was a strong desire to see her contorted and frenzied in the most intense pleasure a woman can endure.

To make her aware of my presence would end her pleasure and mine. So, I did nothing, but continued to watch. If that makes me a bad person....I can live with that. I pressed the heel of my hand against my pussy, through my jeans. My other hand was caressing my breasts through my flannel shirt. My nipples were stiff with desire....for her, for myself, even for Katia of my past. Years and years of frustration were building inside me to unbearable levels.

Virginia's hands returned to her favorite position, right hand at her crotch, left up high, on her breasts. To my pleasure, she moved her panties aside momentarily at her crotch, her pink pussy and swollen lips plain to see, wet and dark with passion and desire. Her fingers roamed lightly over her beauty there, no pubic hair to be seen, which inflamed me even more. I so wanted to run to her, and thrust my own fingers deep inside her heat, to feel her wetness, to smell her hot musk, salty, sweet and rich with her feminine ecstasy. To taste her sweet, feminine moistness and heat, to feel her silky smooth skin at her mons.

But I was afraid I would terrify her if I did that.....I held back, pleasing myself selfishly instead. I thrust my hand into my jeans, my fingers squeezing my wet, swollen and plump lips together, fantasizing that her fingers on her own cunt, were thrusting into mine instead. That my fingers on my wet, hot pussy, were on hers instead, that her moans were for me, and I stifled my own sighs, though I ached to whisper them into her little ear, and into her mouth as we kissed, and even into her dripping vagina as I licked her to cum after cum. God, what was happening to me?

I heard Virginia say something, and I thought for an instant that she'd noticed me. Then her words became clearer.

"God, Rachel, squeeze my nipples, yeah, that's nice, pinch me, make me hot!" she whispered. I felt a pang in my heart, I don't know why, Virginia wasn't mine to own. But then she followed with, "Oh Linda, uhh, yeah, stroke my pussy while Rachel kisses me. I want you on my cunt, licking me, eating me out, make me crazy with lust, let me cum in your mouth..."

Wow. Virginia was fantasizing that both Rachel, her only girl on girl experience, and I were BOTH fucking her! The thought that I was a part of her sexual fantasy made me cum, my thumb and forefinger squeezing my clit as electrical sparks lit up my lower body. I stifled a moan. It wouldn't do to be caught now.

I re-focused on Virginia's sweet, erotically supple body, reflected in the mirror, knowing now that, in her imagination she was entwined with me and a beautiful young girl, both of us teasing and pleasing her. I began to see my hands, and another girl's hands, in place of Virginia's, as she writhed on the bed.

Her top was completely off now, as she aggressively caressed and squeezed her full breasts, nipples erect and lovely, long and hard, brown in a small island of brown areola, and surrounded by her paler, plump flesh, her breasts so soft and feminine. My mouth watered.

The fingers of her right hand openly stroked and fucked her pussy, and I could imagine the feel of her slick, moist heat on my fingers as they skated over her plump fullness there, and the rich smell of her excitement, my face inches from her liquid slit, as streams of her excitement dripped from her lovely hole, down to her dark and exciting ass hole.

Virginia pushed her panties down off her hips, excitingly pushing them to her knees, but stopping there. She pulled her knees up to her breasts, exposing her pink slit and plump labia, richly engorged with her excitement, and gleaming with the wetness of her fluids. I ached to lick her there, but instead, thrust my own fingers deep inside myself, almost more than I could take, but not caring, only wanting to fuck her and to be fucked by her.

My other hand brutally squeezed my breasts as I came yet again. I feared I would bruise myself in my excitement. Virginia echoed my savagery on herself, fingers thrusting inside, fingers pinching exposed nipples, hips rocking as she came, experiencing the same pleasures I was experiencing.

I looked up at the mirror again. Virginia was now completely naked for me, with the exception of her small panties, now at her ankles and holding her feet together as if tied in bondage, her legs spread wide, hips thrust upwards. Virginia's fingers, and my fingers, and excitingly, Rachel's imaginary fingers, now circling tightly around, on and over Virginia's aroused pussy, the flower of her sex, a lovely pink, bedewed orchid, so plain to see and vulnerable, waiting to be brought to ultimate pleasure by the three of us, and by Virginia alone.

Virginia's mouth was open, her jaw slack, as her consciousness was concentrated on her pink pearl, her whole world and awareness now a tiny organ the size of a pea, but holding a universe of sensation. Now she seriously attacked her clit with her fingers, stroking around that small fortress, afraid to invade it, anxious to invade it, so thrusting and crossing, but not quite touching it as she, and I, would like.

My own fingers, bolder than hers, stroked my clit, and in my imagination, stroked hers roughly, cherishing her cries of anguish and excitement as she felt me in control of her pleasure, she fearing what I would do to her....and hoping I would do it.

Virginia brought the panties on her ankles up towards her, by spreading her legs, opening up her luscious, lovely slit. I could feel my tongue stroking over it, and her little shudders of pleasure as I did, then she pulled them off her feet, and her pussy was free to open wider, liquid gushing out as she opened herself for all the imaginary fingers and tongues and dildos fucking and filling her.

Virginia's head rocked from side to side. Her mouth opened, she cried out near soundlessly, a small thread of saliva drooling down her cheek from her red, plump lips, echoing her lips below. Her hips were wild, thrashing up and down, and up again, rocking, first one hip, then the other. Her legs were frantic, lying flat one minute, then pulled up towards her the next. Her hands went from breasts to pussy to thighs, returning always to her hungry clit, the queen of her being, demanding and cruel.

Now the two hands worked in happy harmony, a conspiracy between them to drive Virginia insane with lust and pleasure. Left held her labia aside, exposing her wet slit and her pearl at its top. Right sped up her assault on the now defenseless little clit, which had risen up to its fullest standing, proud and eager for the fight. Left mounted a rear attack, wetting herself inside the slit, then sliding down to first, tease, then invade, her defenseless rear hole.

She cooed, loudly now, not caring who heard, or perhaps hoping someone special would hear, as Left invaded her rear hole, taking her by surprise. As Virginia's attention was diverted, Right roughly crossed over Queen Clitoris, once, then again, Virginia's hips jerking as bolts of pleasure coursed through her. Her feet shook as small, building cums ruled her lower body.

Virginia winced, as though in pain, but it was in fact an overwhelming orgasm that forced her body over on her side, and moaned out a single word: "Linda."

And then she lay silent. Her body slowly collapsed back to the mattress, the tension of her massive climax unwinding, her body relaxing into the soft bed.

I eased myself back down the hall toward my office. Then, a few minutes later making noise, calling, "Virginia, I've got some bubble bath for you!" I made my way back toward her room, after giving her time to dress. I knocked on her door, ignoring the fact that it was open and I could see her. She could see me now, too, our eyes locking in the mirror.




Willing Ch. 03



"Umm, I remembered there's no bubble bath in your bathroom. Here's a special blend I get in town. I hope you'll like it...." I said, edging into the room.

Virginia's face was flushed, her hair tousled. "Oh, thanks," she said, with an embarrassed smile. "I just fell asleep for a few minutes...the craziest dream." she lied, a charming fib. The smell of female sex was hot in the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake you?" I lied back to her, two women conversing in the language we perhaps know best.

"No, no..." she said, without further elaboration. A woman knows that lies are best served bereft of decoration, as it leaves less to remember later.

"Well," I said, "I brought....this," offering the scented syrup to her. "It's one of my favorite scents, and it's made by a crafts lady here in Fort Smith. I hope that you'll like it. That is, if you still intend to try a bath tonight."

"I think I would like that very much," Virginia said. "No offense to your profession, but it's been hard to remember that I'm a woman after spending so much time in a truck."

"Please don't think I'm trying to seduce you," I said, "but I would find it hard to forget you're a woman." Virginia blushed.

"You've been so kind to me. Thank you, Linda. You took me off the street, literally, and let me stay in your home. I don't know anyone else who would do that." Now it was my turn to blush.

I thought she might get up to kiss me on the cheek, and panicked. "Well, enjoy," I said, turning away, then reluctantly returning to my office.

A note to the Reader - Why on earth would I turn away from a beautiful young woman who felt indebted to me, in my own home, and when I knew for a fact that she was sexually attracted to me?

Why, indeed? Well, let's remember that real life is nothing much like fiction, is it? If this were an erotic story, chances are that we'd share a chaste kiss of thanks and welcome, which would then turn into gradually more intense sexual action and reaction, until we were both quite covered with each other's juices and rather spent from our mutual passion.

But, Dear Reader, I am a real, live person, and such responses don't come so easily to me. All my life, when I've been presented with real love, or should I say, Real Love, I've become the coward. Katia was just one example of my weakness when forced to make life choices. My life as a trucker, another choice where I chose not to choose at all, but just went with the ebb and flow of life. My love affairs were nothing more than one night stands. Sex, yes.....love, not so much.

I could only hope that somehow, in some mysterious way, Virginia and I would indeed come together, yes, in that amazingly sexual way that you are hoping for, but also in that marvelous way of love that so few of us have ever really experienced. 

THAT is why I did what I did, or maybe, failed to do. Don't judge me harshly.

I heard the water running in her bathtub, and I smiled. Virginia deserved a nice relaxing bath after all the stress she'd had, and after the shattering orgasm I'd so innocently given her. Well, Rachel and I gave her, lol.

I finished my office work, and reset the program in my travel computer to account for a side trip to drop off Virginia at her parents' home, then transferred it to a flash drive to enter it in the laptop in my cab later. After that, I undressed and went to bed. I didn't sleep well at all. I dreamt about Virginia, and a faceless girl named Rachel fucking my Katia, while I sat in a chair, bound and gagged.

I woke up about nine the next morning, to the smell of bacon cooking. Wondering, I threw on cutoffs and a tee shirt, and went downstairs.

"Well, hey, sleepyhead," Virginia said as I stepped off the bottom rung of the staircase, to see her frying bacon in a skillet. "I looked in on you while you were sleeping. I hope you don't mind me poking my nose in. You looked so cute - you were all tangled up in your sheets, and your hair was all mussed up, like a little girl. Uhh, it's still all mussed up," she said, smiling prettily. "Oh, you can see I found the bacon, and there's coffee brewing, too."

I felt a little ashamed at her apologizing about 'looking in on me.' I'd done a lot more than that last night. "You didn't have to do that," I said, although it smelled mighty good. The bacon I mean....though the other was so nice, too.

"Oh, I don't mind. I used to cook for Mike, and he was an Ass Hole. I really like you, so it's the least I could do." That made sense. I sat down at the pine dinette table in the kitchen.

"Would you like eggs, too?" Virginia asked. "I held off on those, cuz I didn't know when you'd be up, and they don't hold up so well."

"Okay, sure," I said. "Three eggs, scrambled?" Virginia nodded and smiled, and poured me a cup of coffee.

"Here, while you wait, this'll help you wake up some." She set the cup in front of me. It was perfect, and of course, black, no sugar.

"You remembered," I said, smiling sleepily. To my utter shock, Virginia then leaned down and kissed me on my cheek.

"I'll never forget," she whispered, her deep brown eyes locked on mine, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder, and a delicious shiver ran through me.

"I know I won't either," I said. Virginia got misty-eyed. Then I said, "Two amaretto creamers, three sugars." Virginia mock-smacked my shoulder.

"You know what I meant," she said. "You rescued me. You're kind of my knight in shining armor, Linda."

"I think I'm a knight with armor that's a little rusty, Virginia...gettin' old," I said, in my usual clumsy way, not knowing how to express my growing love for the beautiful young girl.

Virginia looked at me sternly, eyes fierce now, not soft. "You stop bad mouthing yourself, Linda. You're quite attractive, and you're not old at all. I bet thousands of women would like to get to know you....well, you know. Speaking of which, what do you do for entertainment around here? You said you had a few days off, maybe you could show me the town?"

"Well, I sometimes go to Downtown Fort Smith," I said. "There's tons of exotic little shops and cafes....well, exotic for Arkansas, anyway." Virginia's eyebrows rose.

"Tons of shops? Oh, honey, I am THERE! Can we go? Do you have the time?"

"Sure," I said. "I'm basically free the next couple of days, why don't we have some fun together?" Although I hadn't meant it that way, apparently Virginia interpreted my comment in a sexy way, and her cheeks colored. It made me feel pretty good that I got to her, a little bit. I'm usually behind the curve when it comes to double meanings.

"I think I'd like that," she said throatily. Wow!

Virginia got my breakfast together, and I ate like a starving wolf, as my father used to say. Virginia beamed as I went through it like a tornado through a trailer park, and really grinned when I complimented her cooking profusely. She took my hand in hers.

"I enjoyed cooking for you, really," she said. "It's nice to cook for an appreciative person."

"Would you like to meet my kids?" I asked, smiling. Virginia looked confused.

"Uh, Bruiser, Polly and Sneezer," I said. "They're over at Miz Smith's." Virginia made an O with her mouth.

"I'd love to," she said. I ran upstairs and freshened up, tamed my unruly hair, and put on a pair of jeans and a work shirt, socks and sneakers, and returned to the kitchen. 

"It's just down the street, we can take the jeep," I said. I had a red 08 Jeep Wrangler that served as my vehicle of choice when I was at home.

"We're not taking the truck?" Virginia asked. "Thank goodness. It's comfy, but it's SO businesslike," she said.

"Well, it IS my office, " I said. "Plus, if we took it downtown, it would be tough to park outside those antique stores." Virginia nodded.

"Then there's the whole 'getting hung up on the traffic lights thing, too," she said soberly, continuing the joke. I grinned back at her as we got in to the Jeep at the side of the house.

I peeled out, spraying some gravel in the air. "Wow, this feels like a skateboard after traveling in your truck," she said, wonderingly. We went about a half mile down the road to Miz Smith's old clapboard bungalow, and pulled into her driveway. Bruiser and Polly, my Golden Retrievers, came bounding out, and nearly bowled over Virginia. They danced around us, and after getting some pats on the head from me, immediately paid all their attention to Virginia, anxious to meet this new woman in my life.

I saw Miz Smith hold open the screen door, and Sneezer regally strolled out, tail held high, and galloped toward me in her cat like way, eventually twining around my feet. She paid no mind to Virginia. I picked her up (Sneezer, not Virginia) and cooed over her. She really demands personal attention.

"Thanks, Miz Smith," I yelled to the seventy-ish black woman standing on her porch, smiling our way.

"My pleasure, Linda," she yelled back. "That your new girl friend?" she yelled, only slightly louder. Both Virginia and I immediately colored, our cheeks bright red.

"No, just a passenger," I yelled back, with a shrug to Virginia.

"Uh huh," Miz Smith responded, not believing me. "We're all just passengers in God's Great Ark, girl," she said. To listen to her, you'd think she was some country rube, and miss the fact that she was retired from the CIA, where she'd apparently been some kind of intelligence analyst. There was also a neighborhood rumor that she'd had something to do with the ouster of Idi Amin, the late Ugandan dictator.

Waving goodbye to Miz Smith, the five of us jammed into the Jeep, Bruiser and Polly filling the back, Virginia in the passenger seat, and we drove back to the house. 

Virginia said, "You don't mind if I pet your pussy do you?" and I almost hit a tree, as she grinned evilly next to me, stroking a very content and purring Sneezer in my lap. When we got inside, I set out food and water for the three of them, and then Virginia and I prepared to go out.

"Hey, maybe we could celebrate something or other on the town tonight? What about that bar you mentioned," Virginia said. I looked at her, thinking about my response.



Willing Ch. 04



"Hey, maybe we could celebrate something or other on the town tonight? What about that bar you mentioned," Virginia said. I looked at her, thinking about my response.

Virginia and I had arrived at my house in Fort Smith, and had a couple of days free before we had to continue our trip: me to deliver "art" to several cities in North Carolina, and Virginia to return to her parents' home, pregnant and after being dumped by her semi-psychotic druggie boy friend. There had been a lot of sexual innuendo between us during the trip, but because of my fear of rejection, I had been reluctant to make a move on her.

I guess I was hoping that just, somehow, it would happen. Virginia seemed to be warming to me, but the magic moment just hadn't come along yet. There were still a few days before I would leave her with her parents...

"The Ace of Spades?" I said, referring to the girl bar that I visited, on the few occasions that I actually went out for company in Fort Smith.. "Honestly, I think you'd be bored there. I know I usually am. Think of a southern bar full of fat, redneck guys. Now replace them with fat, redneck girls, most of whom act like guys." 

"Uh, that's not the image I think of when I think of girl bars," Virginia said. She thought for a moment. "Can I use your computer?"

"Sure," I said. "It's in the office upstairs." I was a little puzzled. Virginia smiled at me, gave me another peck on the cheek, and rushed up the stairway. Her kiss burned on my cheek.

A few minutes later she came running down again. "There's a club in Fort Smith called Nouvelle Génération," she said excitedly. "It sounds like it's new, and it has a younger crowd, and it's definitely a girl bar. Can we go?" She sounded like an eager little girl.

"Umm, okay," I said. "But if we don't like it..."

"Sure, we can leave, no problem." Her eyes lit up. "But I get to dress you up. You need to get away from that trucker shtick."

"What, you don't like flannel?" I joked. Hey, it makes me feel secure. But it did start me thinking about appearances. Flannel was great for the truck, but maybe I didn't have to wear it at home.

"Huh, you can do better, sweetie," she said. It sounded real nice, coming from her.

"Well, before you dress me up, I need to take a shower. I didn't get a bath last night. Oh, how was yours, I heard the water run..."

"Heavenly!" she said, with a rapturous expression on her face. "I was SO tired, and that just turned my muscles to rubber bands." I smiled, replaying for a few seconds the mental video of her 'bating, that I watched last night.

"That's good," I said. I got up and headed upstairs. I ran the shower, stripped down and stepped in. It's a conventional bathtub-shower combination. I didn't have enough money after everything else I had done in the house, to do anything fancy, like a jacuzzi, unfortunately. The hot water and soap felt really, really nice, and it was nice to use a scented soap instead of the crap at truckstop showers. I was humming to myself, when I thought I heard Virginia calling.

I stuck my head out, around the edge of the shower curtain, to see Virginia standing hesitantly at the doorway. "Hi, sorry to bother you...do you have any throwaway razors? I really need to do my legs," she said. Her eyes seemed to be focused on the edge of the curtain. Could she be scoping me out?

"Uh, sure, you can find a pack of them in that drawer there." I pointed, and in so doing, "accidentally" lost my hold on the curtain, and it swung away, exposing my whole, naked and soap covered body to her. What the hell, I was getting tired of being a chicken with the girl who was so big a part of my current life.

Virginia's eyes widened, but she didn't look away. "Oops," I said. I moved to grab the curtain.

"You're pretty darned hot, Linda," she said, admiringly. Her eyes finally left my tits and the curve of my hips, and met mine. It was nice to be cruised by a beautiful girl for once.

"Not bad for an old lady, huh?" I said, smiling tentatively.

"I'm not taking you with me to the club if you're going to do that 'old lady' thing, Linda," she said, semi-seriously.

"Sorry," I said. "If I hang out with you, I imagine I'll feel a lot younger." Ha! Another double entendre from the hick.

"Yeah, it'd be good for both of us....well, gotta go," she said reluctantly. "Oh, before I forget, can I borrow a pair of panties? I feel so awkward asking that, but I don't have any choice, and I feel yucky wearing yesterday's."

"Yeah, I'll get you a pair after I dry off, okay?" She nodded, and left. I closed the curtain, then finished up my shower. I thought about those panties....so close to her skin....absorbing her smell and the cream from her many cums last night...I began to think it might be nice if I got my hands on them. I couldn't resist letting my hand drift down between my thighs, find my soapy slit.... of course I'd have to scrub myself there, a girl must have a clean pussy....especially when going on a date.

A date! Was that what it was? Why not, even if she didn't know it. Could I touch her hand while we walked, perhaps my hand on her shoulder as I pointed at a particularly attractive antique armoire...my face next to hers as we watched passersby at lunch. An appreciative kiss on her soft cheek, thanking her for her company, so pleasant and companionable. The smell of her, her warmth lingering on my lips...

My fingers worked to clean my cunt, two fingers on labia, one finger, the longest, penetrating me deep, deeper, thumb on my swollen clit, mustn't forget to clean that, and oh, it was too much, the gush of pleasure as I imagined taking Virginia in my arms, right there on Garrison Street, kissing her as she was born to be kissed. Her returning my kiss, hotly, gasping into my mouth, "Yes, Linda, yes, please, let's go, now, I can't stand not being naked in your arms!"

I shuddered there in the shower, hot water cascading down my body, sheets of soapy water turning to droplets of clear water beading on my skin, as intense tremors of pleasure coursed through me. Oh, Virginia, would it ever be? I felt a trepidation following my ecstasy.

Could I change my life, here with this beautiful girl, end my loneliness, give her my life in return? Would I dare to roll the dice? Would I dare NOT roll the dice? It seemed if I didn't, that I had no more excuses left...left only to join Katia on that dark highway.

ENOUGH! I shouted in my head. No more dark thoughts, 'do your best, God will take care of the rest,' Miz Smith often said. Time to take my girl to town.

I dried off, and got dressed in my femmiest clothes, a belted suede skirt that ended just above my knees, and a cream long-sleeve jersey top with button top, and Clarks Weave Strap sandals. I even dabbed on a touch of 'Insurrection,' somebody gave me once. I strolled down the hall to Virginia's room, holding a clean pair of panties.

"Hey, you decent? I'm coming in even if you're not..." I pushed open the door after a few seconds. Virginia was sitting on her bed, wrapped in a towel.. She gaped when she saw me.

"Holy shit, Linda. Umm, you ARE Linda, aren't you?"

"Don't be catty," I giggled.

"Well, you sure clean up good," she said, admiringly.

"Thank you, miss," I said. "How about you get these on and look through my closet to see if you can find anything to wear?" I held out the panties. She reached for them, but I pulled them back a little.

"Give me your others, I'll do a wash later," I said.

"Oh, okay, thanks," Virginia said. She gathered up her dirty stuff, all of it, not just the panties. As she was bending over, the bath towel came loose. "Whoops!" she said, grabbing for it.

It fell to the floor, and I frankly admired her shape.

"Don't look!" she said, scrambling to get it wrapped around her again.

"Why not, you're a beautiful girl....and I am the sort of girl who looks at other girls, you know."

"I know, but I want to be made up....besides, I'm getting fat."

"Fat? You're kidding, right?"

"Hold on," she said, slipping on the plain white panties, then dropping the towel. Her breasts were amazing, teardrop shaped, she could have modeled for any artist and driven him to tears over his inability to properly pay tribute. "See?" she said, her fingers gesturing to her slightly plump belly, like Vanna White pointing out the letters T, N, and S on a game show board.

"Um, you're pregnant, Virginia. That's not fat, that's a little person. Well, a little person and your body making a home for her...um, or him."

"You don't think I'm fat?" she asked. Typical woman.

"No, you're just beautiful, honey," I said, happy to slip the endearment into the conversation. "So, c'mon pick out something."

She looked through my stuff. I could tell she wasn't overly thrilled with the selection. I've certainly never been a clothes horse, and let's face it, I tend more to jeans and flannel, where Virginia is about the most feminine girl I've ever met. She cobbled together a jeans and tan blouse outfit, and made it look nice and girly, which pleased me no end. She wore her sneakers she'd worn the whole trip, as my feet are two sizes larger than hers.

The way she tsk'ed about the whole thing, though, I had a feeling we'd be buying her some clothes in Downtown, so I made sure I had enough cash, and a credit card, just in case.

We drove down to Downtown Fort Smith, and I pointed out places from my past, some of them, anyway. Virginia seemed really interested, and pretty soon I guess I let down my hair and talked more about my fears and my hopes. It felt good to confide in somebody. About the only people I could talk to, besides Miz Smith, were the boys at Arcturus. You can imagine what that's like, even though they're all really the salt of the earth.

We walked around the district for hours, pausing for lunch at Creative Kitchen, one of the small food places there.

"Linda!" Jami, one of the owners yelled when we got in the door. "Honey, what happened to you? You look like Glenda the Good Witch finally took pity on you! And who is this beautiful young lady you're squiring around? Would there be anything you want to tell your friends? Jennifer, come out of the kitchen, see who's here!" Jennifer was the other owner. Neither lady was a lesbian, as far as I knew, but they were two of the sweetest people I knew.

Both of them fussed over the two of us. When Virginia and I both assured them we were just friends, the two of them exchanged one of those looks. They obviously didn't believe our protestations. Ordinarily, Creative Kitchen doesn't serve meals, but the two ladies are always happy to make their specialty catering sandwiches for friends, served with the tap water of the South, sweet tea. We enjoyed their pleasant company and food, I caught up on the doings of a lot of people I don't know, and we generally had a good time. After a bit, we bid them farewell and continued shopping.

While we did look at a lot of antiques and crafts, honestly Virginia and I had no need for any of that, so we concentrated on clothes shopping for her, and a little for me. We ended up buying her a couple of tops and skirts, a pair of jeans, and a pair of sandals. I got two blouses and skirts.

"If you don't mind, could we stop at Walmart and I could pick up some panties and a bra, maybe some socks, and some personal hygiene stuff?" Virginia pleaded.

"You sure you wouldn't like some place nicer?" I asked.

"You mean, like 'Tarjhay'?" Virginia joked. "Sweetie, I'm just a down home girl, Walmart'll do me fine." I liked how she kept trying on different endearments. We made a quick stop at the Super Center on Rogers Avenue, and Virginia picked out what she needed. It felt so comfortable to do such humble things with her, and I could see that being something I'd want to do a lot more of.

Then we headed back to my house, and spent an hour playing with the two dogs in the yard. Bruiser and Polly were very definite about their liking for Virginia, and she seemed to feel the same about them. Sneezer alternated between the two of us, nestling in the lap of whoever sat down first.

"Honey, you play with these critters, I'm going to do a load of wash," I said.

"Can I help?" Virginia offered.

"No, you tire these three out...please. Otherwise they'll keep us up all night between them." I headed inside. The laundry area is on the other side of the kitchen from the staircase, so I went upstairs and bombed Virginia's dirty things and mine over the railing. It's a lot easier than carrying a laundry basket down a spiral staircase, but more than once I've heard an indignant 'YOWWLL!' when a pair of jeans landed on top of Sneezer getting snoopy. She's since learned to duck when she sees the panties flying.

I picked up Virginia's panties from last night, and I found the temptation to be too strong. I sat on her bed, and brought the crumpled panties to my nose. I inhaled deeply, and felt a rush of intense emotion and excitement, as her deepest, most intimate fragrances coursed through my olfactory system, setting marks in my memory that would never, ever erode. I would always know her smell - the richest, most wonderful feminine scent I have ever smelled.

I know it's bad, but I took that pair of panties and hid them in my dresser, then tossed the rest of our clothes downstairs. I started the wash, then went outside to rejoin Virginia and the animals. "Linda, do you hear that?" she asked me quietly. I listened.

"I don't hear anything?" I said.

"That's it, the sound of silence," she said, a content look on her face. "It's been a long time since I heard that," she said, a smile on her face.

"I never thought about that," I said. "I'm on the road so much, with the whine of the highway in my ears, I never thought about what it is that makes this place so welcoming to me. It's the...the 'nothing', the quiet, no horns, or neighbors, other than Miz Smith, and she keeps to herself. Did I tell you, the neighborhood rumor is she used to be a spy, kind of?" Virginia looked intrigued.

"No, do tell," she said. 

"I will, sometime. Right now, I guess we'd better get dressed, huh? Dinner, dancing, drinks?"

"Sounds like a date," Virginia teased. I felt my face color.

"Well, um," was about all I could manage. I tried to change the subject.

"You ever been to a girl bar?" I asked, curious.

"No," she said. "One time in high school, a bunch of us tried to get into one in Portsmouth, Virginia, we were just curious. Course, they threw us out before we got more than two feet inside the door. Honestly, some of those chicks were 'some tough lookin' hombres, pilgrim.'" The last she did in a horrible John Wayne voice.

I put on a serious expression. "You were lucky they didn't shoot you, though," I said. "Some dykes take the whole thing very seriously. They don't like to be made fun of."

"Seriously?" Virginia said, her eyes widening. "Shoot teenagers?"

"Oh, yes," I said. "Many lesbians have been threatened in general and learn to pack heat. Why, I know of many who sport ankle holsters as well as a gat in their purse. .357 Magnum Colt Pythons with six inch barrels are the weapon of choice among lezzies. You never know when you'll set an angry dyke off. If you do, it's best just to hit the floor and count the shots. Since they're revolvers they hold six shots. So, when you count six, you'll want to get up and bolt."

I sat back and looked blankly at Virginia. She just sat there, mouth open for a moment.

"You're....you're kidding, right?" she said. I grinned.

"Oh, you!" she squealed. 

"Careful, don't throw that cat," I warned her. "Sneezer's considered a dangerous weapon in Arkansas. You could be up for a long jail rap."

Virginia got up, walked over to my chair (without Sneezer) and leaned in and kissed me, hard on the lips. Well, I didn't have any answer for that, other than to kiss her back. I guess that's when the dams broke, and everything changed forever for the two of us.

I leaned forward, and put my arms around her. She casually brought her arms around my neck, neither of us breaking the kiss, or wanting to, and I sorta pulled her into my lap. She cooed as we embraced, our bodies warm against each other, our heart beats could be felt by the other, as our breasts mashed together.

Finally, I DID break the kiss.

The late afternoon sun broke from behind a cloud, rays of brilliant dying yellow behind her head making Virginia look like a silhouette, like you could buy at a state fair of your kids, her features indistinct, but the outline of her unmistakable.

I eased her forward off my lap, and she gave a little mew of disappointment. I smiled at her, and without a word, took her hand in mine, then led her into the house, through the back hallway to the great room, up the staircase, and into my room. There I embraced her, and we kissed again, lovingly and gently, our bodies in as close a contact as we could manage.

"You don't know how long I've been wanting this," I gasped into her hair, as I began unbuttoning her blouse, her sweet breasts spilling out against me, nipples already fiercely hard and erect.

"Oh yes I do," she muttered, her own fingers busy with the belt at my skirt. For a long while there were no words.

I felt my skirt slipping down when Virginia had undone the belt, and pulled the side zipper halfway down. I shimmied my hips a little to help it. It took a couple of shakes, and I thought my hips might be getting bigger. My own hands were cupping Virginia's boobs. Maybe it was my imagination, hell, I'm sure it was just my imagination, but they seemed bigger, Perfect handsful, impertinent nipples poking into my palms as I squeezed andheld her soft warmth.

Virginia moaned as I pressed her nipples. Her face lifted up a little, her lips brushed sideways over mine, her eyes closed. Her head dropped back, exposing her throat to me, a sign of submission or passion, I don't know. I kissed her there, I could feel her breathing, I could feel her pulse, hot and strong. I could hear the small murmurs in her throat, her nearly silent approval. I kissed her throat harder, and all over, on both sides. Her arms went around my neck.

Her hips pushed into mine, the rough denim of her jeans against my panties. I looked down, her butch crotch against my feminine mons. That was a real turnabout, I thought. I closed my eyes, I kissed her throat again. Her scent filled my nostrils pleasantly. She had tried on a perfume in one of the stores, 'Flora' I think it was called. She joked at the time that it was an 'asshole repellent.' It fit her perfectly, blending with her woman sweat, excited musk smell. I felt myself becoming very wet.

My hands went to her hips. She was wearing one of my belts. It felt strange to be unbuckling a familiar belt from the other side. She waited patiently while I fumbled, then murmured, "aahh" softly when she felt it loosen. I felt her face in my hair as she sought out my ear. I felt for the brass rivet, as she nosed closer, I thought she'd whisper something. But she knew we didn't need words just then.

I felt a warm, wet touch on the outside of my ear, and I giggled. Her tongue, curious to taste me there. I loosened the top button of the jeans, then the button below, and below that, and that was enough. She took her arms off my neck, all this time holding me close, and pushed the jeans off her hips, down to mid thigh. My hand went into the tangle of denim just below her panty-clad pussy, and cupped her vee, hot and moist. Her hips were rocking slightly from side to side, her hips moving up and down just a little.

Her teeth nipped at my ear as I pressed harder, feeling her heat and damp there, the slight bump of her swelling mons. She purred in my ear, approval. Her hands back on my neck. I felt as though we were dancing, but we weren't moving at all, and the only music was between us. 




Willing Ch. 04



Then we kissed again, we had all night, we could take it slow, and we would, I knew. Virginia took her arms from around my neck again, and began unbuttoning the five buttons at the top of my jersey. She looked from the buttons, into my eyes, her eyes smiling, joyful, happy, really happy, then back to the buttons as she undid them.

Momentarily, a small pink tip of tongue appeared, trapped between almost perfect white teeth, as she worked the third button over and over, then tongue disappearing, replaced by beautiful smile as she succeeded. The last two seemed to volunteer to open, we all, including the clothes, wanted her to succeed. She pulled the fabric apart now, she could see a lot of the skin at the center of my chest, and almost to my slight cleavage, and leaned in and kissed me there, her breath warm and moist on my breasts. I sighed. I'd never been touched in that way before.

My hand still on her vee, my other went to her rear, cupping each full, warm, soft globe in turn. Her perfect, woman's ass alive in my hand, the soft fabric keeping me from her full intimacy. But we had all night, we could take it slow, and we would. I took her more fully into my arms, holding her with a strong, firm grip, and she melted in my arms, loving a strong embrace. Her arms yet again around my neck, we kissed yet again.

Our tongues met and danced together, our breathing clashed, breath into breath, then we synced, and breathed each other's breath, one inhaling as the other exhaled. She shivered in my arms, the tenderness and the rightness of the moment bringing her to a small orgasm, tendrils of ecstasy touching her down, then up, her entire body. Her breathing became ragged, but we adapted and stayed together, still sharing our breathing.

Her breath, our breath, was sweet, and warm. We broke our joined kiss, and warm breath raced over cheeks, as we rested together, heads bowed, temples touching. We became acutely aware of each part of the other's body, where we touched. Her cheek was soft against mine, her smell feminine. Her breasts were full and excited, long nipples poking me gently. Our bellies rested together, occasionally quivering against the other's, a slight nervousness from us both. Our hips had a magnetic attraction for each other, both of us still panty clad, hers in satin, mine in cotton, both warm and bulging at the crotch, as our labia were swollen, turgid with excited blood, our bodies preparing for sex.

She giggled nervously, softly, as our mons pressed together, then moaned, her mouth briefly seeking out mine as she felt immense pleasure from the feel of another woman's pussy against hers. Her kiss expressed her feeling, her tongue taking the lead as she fucked my mouth, teasing me, goading me into fucking her soon, and hard.

But we had all night, we could take it slow. I so wanted this to be the greatest fuck of her life. To make love to her slowly, and teasingly, until she thought it might never end. To never LET it end, to make her happy always, to show her my love for her.

I pushed her jeans further down her thighs, tanned and lovely. The rough denim fabric slumped in defeat below her knees. She lifted her feet, first one, then the other, shaking off the encumbrance of clothing. Now she had on just her bikini panties, and her blouse, fully unbuttoned, her breasts pushing it open. I stood back, but still with her in my arms. I looked her up and down, drinking in her long, lovely and wavy brown hair, framing her heart shaped face, to her slim neck, creamy complexioned chest and full, ripe breasts, to her, yes, plump belly, so extremely beautiful to me, to wide hips covered in white satin, enticing moist vee of panties, her slim, girlish thighs and nicely shaped calves and petite feet, bare now.

Her gaze into my eyes, uncertain, knowing she was being evaluated. But she was not being judged - I found her perfect, but it was a pre-ordained conclusion. I had found her perfect the moment she laughed at my coffee joke in a windswept parking lot in faraway Kingman, Arizona.

"I love you," I said, tears in my eyes. Her eyes were shining too.

"Oh, I love you so much, Linda," she whispered. "Please make love to me," she said.

I shrugged my top off over my head, and tossed it to the side. My breasts now bare, Virginia gently brought her small hands to them, touching their fullness as though she feared they would break, then squeezing them lightly, wonderingly, her fingertips touching my nipples, stiff with longing for her. She looked up at me, her eyes on mine, her smile of discovery was evident. It was as though she had never touched another girl in this way before.

Her hands both cupped my breasts as I had cupped hers, then she leaned into me, our breasts now touching, our nipples kissing, sparks of sensual electricity jumping from girl nipple to girl nipple, then coursing down through our trembling bellies to our pussies. We both moaned with the unexpected pleasure, our lips met once again, the warmth of her lips, the softness against mine, thrilled me in a way I'd never experienced with other women.

I breathed in her scent, fully aroused, feminine musk and perspiration tang combined with her sweet breath and the traces of her perfume, a potent mix. The smell of her aroused me, on top of the feel of her, and her small, female sounds from deep in her throat. I groaned, this time with need. I wanted to be in her, and on her, and with her, to gel together and make us both one. The human sexual need and fulfillment, the fucking, the lovemaking, the tenderness, did not seem enough to express my feelings for her at that moment.

In each other's arms, she took her submissive position of placing her arms around my neck yet again, allowing full access to her supple and ripe body. My hands slipped under her loosely worn blouse, caressing her smooth back, feeling each muscle flex there, her soft warmth. She sighed as my fingers caressed her shoulders, back, and down to her hips. My hands roughly grabbed and squeezed her full buttocks, pulling her into me. She made a small 'whoofing' sound as she exhaled from the force of my passion, then moaned happily.

Her lips caressed my neck, moving to my shoulder. I pulled her hips even closer, and our labia, and now our fully aroused clits, pressed together, still separated by two layers of thin cloth. She bit my shoulder lightly as she came, her body writhing slightly as she tried to move her clit into mine, and over it. The pain of her love bite was exquisite, and I came too, milliseconds after her, whispering wordlessly into her ear.

I don't think I said any real words, I don't think she heard any real words, but my meaning was clear as I expressed my love for her, and she came quickly a second time, not carried there by words, but by meaning and my emotion and passion for her, and hers for me, which seemed to fill the air around us. 

We stood together for long seconds, not kissing, recovering from our orgasms, then I slid my hands under her panties, onto the silky smooth skin of her ass cheeks, warm and soft and so, so feminine. Virginia sighed, and her breathing became more rapid as the carnal stimulation of her body began.

Her bottom was magnificent under my fingers, curving roundly, tracing the round, full globes with my fingers into a dark, hot crevice between them. She gasped, and pressed her lips against my shoulder again as my fingertips discovered the moist, tight and so hot, opening there. She murmured assent wordlessly into my skin, and my finger gathered her moisture, sweat and feminine cream that had dripped to that spot between vagina and anus, wetting and lubricating it.

She trembled as she felt me wetting my finger, knowing what would come, and she pressed her teeth against my shoulder again, but not biting, her anticipation growing. Her ass rose up slightly as her body prepared for a new sensation, entirely reflexively, her sweet body conspiring against her to grant her the full seduction and introduction to woman on woman love, permitting the tender invasion of her body by her mate.

My finger, now wet and slippery, sought out the tight opening, pulsing open then closed, her anal muscles trembling and unsure of what was expected. She gasped and bit me again, as my finger slipped past her tight anal ring, deep into her rectum, and she orgasmed, her body trembling, hips shaking, a moan escaping from her as she pressed her body hard into mine.

Once again, the pain in my shoulder was exquisite, as I used it as a measure of the intensity of her ecstasy. As I slipped my finger deeper inside her, taking possession of her most intimate spot, I came again, lightly but an extended dream of ecstasy, my body almost paralyzed for long seconds by the pleasure the touch of her opening, and the passion of her cum expressed through my pain had brought me.

I have never enjoyed discomfort of any sort, but the love and passion of Virginia's shoulder bites oddly brought me pleasure I had not known before.

As I recovered from my own orgasm, and Virginia's trembling had calmed, I slowly withdraw from her. She kissed my ear softly as she felt my finger leave her. "Again," she whispered. I kissed her savagely then, as her utter submission to me, and me alone, excited me tremendously. I groaned loudly, then picked her up, off her feet, and carried her to the bed a few feet away.

Virginia squealed with pleasure at the unexpected domination by her female lover. I dropped her onto the bed from a foot above it, and she bounced a little as she settled into the downy softness of the mattress. She looked up at me, standing above her, her eyes shining, then her eyes traveled down my body lingeringly to the crotch of my panties. She reached up with her hand, and her index finger traced the line of my labia, starting from just to the side of my clit, down one side of my labia, then up the other, avoiding touching my swollen pink pearl. She slid back on the mattress using her elbows, her eyes inviting me in to the bed which had, in the blink of an eye, become her love nest, her place of domination. Now she would control her own submission to me.

I crawled between her legs, and she spread them to allow me access to her, granting me welcome to more of her lush and sensual body. I knelt between her legs, and, unable to resist her musk, leaned down to her panty clad pussy, and kissed her wet labia through the fabric. Virginia moaned, and thrust her hips upward, seeking more and greater pleasure.

I rode her thrust, teasing her need, then returned to kissing her wet softness as her hips relaxed again. I felt her hands gently on my head as she urged me in deeper, but we had all night. I kissed her inner thighs, from knees upward, to just outside the hemline of her panties, her feminine musk richly filling my nostrils as I neared her wet slit and erect clitoris, only inches and thin fabric away from my hungry mouth.

Virginia squirmed as my trail led from knee to dripping cunt, her hands urging me to the need between her legs. I teased her pussy by pulling the fabric away from a leg hole, barely exposing a swollen and hot pussy lip, my breath racing over her labia, but my lips avoiding actually touching her there. She groaned above me, her breathing again ragged, her hips squirming. I knew she was close to yet another orgasm.

I did the same to the other side, breathing in the hot female fragrance of her glistening slit, then breathing on her labia from clit down to the bottom of her hole. She moaned again, impatiently, hips rocking as her pleasure built. I then gently ripped aside the soaking wet crotch of her panties, baring her whole slit and her swollen, pink clitoris, and lightly licked along her lips, then softly kissed her erect pink pearl, wet and hot.

Virginia shrieked as her orgasm washed over her, drowning her in the ultimate feminine pleasure, babbling endearments, her hips rocking and thrusting, her fingers curling through my short, blonde hair, tightening on locks of hair as particularly intense jolts of ecstasy overcame her, nearly causing her to lose consciousness. Certainly she was not thinking of anything other than the pleasure filling her being for those brief seconds of heaven.

I allowed her to calm down, and to recover herself. It seemed apparent that this orgasm had been the most intense yet. I lay down next to her, me on my side watching her, she on her back, legs bent, knees up in the air. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, then she turned her head to look at me. I finally discovered what real love looks like in a lover's eyes.

She didn't say anything, it wasn't needed. I slid over, closer to her, and she turned on her side to face me. I took her in my arms and embraced her, feeling her heat, listening to her breathing, the slight sound of her swallowing, the smell of her upper body, and reconnecting my senses with the whole of her, rather than just her lower half. Virginia kissed my lips softly and gently, her tongue touching my lower lip. She considered the taste of herself there, and smiled, then kissed me again, just as softly and lazily, with no urgency.

My left hand rested on top of her hip, still panty covered. Virginia had given herself over to me completely, and would allow me to do anything and everything I wanted. She was fully my woman. Everything I wanted, was her complete and total happiness.

I pulled our hips together, as she moved herself to aid me, then again I slid my hand over her ass once again. I could not get my fill of her magnificent and alluring bottom. She breathed silently against my cheek as I caressed her right cheek, then cooed with pleasure when she felt my fingers seek out the elastic hem at that globe, and slip under, flesh to flesh now. I felt her sharp intake of breath as she realized I wanted her dark, nether hole again.

She brought her lips to mine as my fingers pushed into her hot crevice, then neared her tight hole. The bold thrust of her tongue into my mouth told me all I needed to know about her eagerness to be fucked again by a woman's finger in her rear opening. Her anal ring was tight at first touch, then slackened as she consciously strove to ease my filling of her ass. 

My finger easily slipped inside her, as she was still wet and lubricated from her previous fuck. Virginia moaned into my mouth, and her hand eagerly slipped between our thighs, seeking out my own slit. She thrust it into my panties, and expertly stroked my slit, tracing her fingers over my swelling labia, thrusting a finger inside my dripping hole, then circling my proud clit with her wet finger, and then capturing it between her thumb and forefinger.

Sudden jolts of color, sound, smell and feeling coursed through my clit and thighs, radiating out to every part of my body, as I came, explosively, under Virginia's touch. It took me many long seconds to come down, my breath calming, and then I realized that Virginia had come at nearly the same time as me, from the combined stimulation of my finger filling her ass, and the realization that she'd made ME cum while in her arms.

I felt her lips resting warmly on my cheek, as we both enjoyed each other's presence and being. 

Virginia pulled back a few inches, both of us lying on our sides still, and looked into my eyes, her brown eyes tranquil and peaceful. I felt as though we were having a conversation while we gazed into each other's eyes, and it seemed she felt the same.

Perhaps there are forms of communication beyond speech, and even beyond the communication of gestures, expressions, sounds and even smells. Some perception that people have called ESP, I don't know. I'm a simple person, but we told each other of our needs and wants, desires and wishes, for both ourselves and for the other, and we agreed on all. If Virginia and I never saw each other ever again, we would be sad, but we wouldn't be in doubt about anything the other thought or believed. We totally accepted, and knew, each other, in body and soul.

I lay back, and Virginia draped herself on me partially, her body inclined on mine. Warmth and softness, the essence of female sexuality, shared between us, making the two of us together more than just the sum of our parts. Virginia idly kissed me, her eyes on mine, and smiled. I read her mind, and pushed her on her back again. She eagerly spread her legs. I brought my hands to her panties, then quickly pulled them off her hips, seeing for the first time directly, and for the first time since I'd watch her masturbate, the loveliness of her sweet pussy, swollen and hot with her desire.

She was shaved, or wax stripped, I wasn't really sure which, but bare of pubic hair, her deep pink pussy, with its darker red center, clearly the focus between her legs. It glistened inside her opening, her wetness visibly forming and dripping down to her ass. I brought my face close to her center, anxious to taste her fully and deeply. I licked along her labia again, this time over and over, instead of briefly and almost brusquely as before. My tongue roughly lingered on the slick plumpness of her there, and dipped deeply inside her slit, lapping up copious amounts of her cream.

For the first time in our lovemaking, Virginia verbally urged me on. "Lick me there, Linda...ahh, that's it, ohh! Ooh, yeah, dip your tongue inside me, I'm so hot and wet for you, I want you to get me all over you, I want to lick me off your face....tickle my slit....ohhhhh....oh god, yes, my clit....oh oh oh yes, yes, YES....unnnhh....FUCK ME, FUCK ME LIKE THAT!" The last she nearly screamed, her head rocking from side to side on the pillow, and her thighs pressed hard against my head as she came crashingly, her thighs scissoring closed on me. She moaned quietly as she came back to me, softly urging me with her hands to lie next to her. I moved back to her, both our heads on the same pillow, grinning happily at her. I was so full of happiness at that moment.

Virginia grinned back at me. "God, you're fabulous," she whispered. Then she began kissing and licking my face, loving the taste and smell of herself on me. "And you taste SO good," she giggled. I grinned back, and she kissed me on my lips, and I tasted her on her own breath, it seemed so hot to me. Her hand slipped between my legs, boldly into my panties, and she fondly fingered me, two of her fingers filling my wet hole.

"I know what I taste like, now," she said impishly, "but I wonder what YOU taste like..." She brought her hand out of my pants, and brought it to her nose, sniffing delicately.

"Mmm, smells good," she murmured saucily. Then she dabbed at her fingers with her tongue. She smacked her lips contemplatively, then looked in my eyes. "Tastes even better," she observed, keeping a straight face. I smiled, then she slipped her fingers between my lips. "See?'

She grinned, as I sucked on her fingers, turned on by having her fingers in my mouth, even better that her fingers had been busy fucking me only seconds before. 

"But I want to see what you're like directly," she complained. "Direct observation can't be refuted." She got up on her knees, then grabbed my panties and pulled them off me. "Ahh, so THAT'S what one looks like," she teased, looking at my cunt. She started pushing my thighs apart. I took the hint and spread my legs for her, suddenly shy and afraid I might not please her.

Virginia lay down between my legs, and began leisurely running her fingernails over my inner thighs. "I like the way this feels, when I do it to myself," she said, and I gave a guilty start, remembering watching her do just that last night. "Oh, did I tickle you?" she said, looking down at me with a smile.

"A little," I whispered back. "But it feels good." She smiled back.

"I'm sure it'll get to feeling even better," she said. She leaned down and began kissing along my inner thighs, each one leading up to, but not quite reaching, my inflamed pussy. I didn't think she'd had much, if any experience, with another girl's pussy, unless she'd done something with the 'Rachel' of her story, but she did a very nice job of building my anticipation. 




Willing Ch. 04



Everything she did led up to my pussy, concentrating more and more of my attention there, the need and desire for satisfaction growing until it was almost intolerable. "Lick me, lick my pussy," I whined. Virginia looked up at me, her mouth so close to my cunt, and just smirked. I thrust my hips, wriggled my ass, but she continued teasing.

"Tell me what you want," she teased.

"I want your tongue inside me, in my wet pussy, licking my cream. I'm creaming for you, baby. Your hot body makes me wet, makes me want to be naked with you, all the time, touching your hot, full breasts, fingering your tight little cunt, licking your hot little ass hole..."

She groaned when I mentioned licking her ass hole. That excited me even more, to know that she was aware of how exciting our asses are, one of my favorite places on a woman, and that we would be exploring each other there soon. She brought one hand down between her legs to play with herself while she ate me. God, she was SO hot with me!

Finally, when she had settled into a routine of kissing and licking just inches away from my slit, she fastened her lips onto my labia, kissing my pussy as she would my mouth, and simultaneously thrust her tongue inside me while running her thumb over my aching clit. I exploded in passion, rocketing to the most unbelievable orgasm I had ever experienced.

Virginia gasped, though I didn't know why, but in any case, my body was thrumming with nerve endings firing spasmodically throughout my body, all sensation growing from out of my clit, then gradually shrinking back into it. I lay there, quiet and relaxing from the extreme tension she had released, when Virginia raised herself up to my head, with a rueful look on her face, as well as creamy liquid on her face, dripping down her cheek, and even into her hair.

"What happened, baby?" I asked her, opening my arms to take her in them.

She said, "You squirted all over my face when you yelped. Was that cum?"

I giggled. "Remember from my story?" I said. "Remember how Katia said I squirted on her, too, and it was the best orgasm of my life? Looks like I did it again, but harder, and more..."

"Does that mean THIS was the best orgasm of your life?" Virginia asked, now looking proud.

"Oh, yes, baby. As long as I live I don't think I'll ever cum like that....unless maybe you're fucking me." Virginia snuggled in my arms, and sighed.

"My first time ever, really with another girl, and I made you happy," she whispered, her cheek against my breasts.

"So, you never actually....um, made it, with that girl Rachel?" I asked.

She shook her head against me. "Nope, you were my first without clothes on and where we actually did something, other than talking about it. And I want to do it again, sometime, okay?"

I ran my fingers through her long, brown hair, so fine. "Forever and ever, if you want," I whispered. She looked up at me, her eyes shy.

"Really?" she said. "You'd want me around forever?"

"I'll ask you to marry me now, for when the day comes when we can do it legally," I said.

"In that case, yes, yes, YES!" she squealed, snuggling into me, as though seeking shelter from all the bad things in the world.

"I do have some bad news for you, though," I said, warningly.

"What?" she asked, concern in her eyes.

"We're not going to make it to Nouvelle Génération tonight," I said, sadly.

"Oh," she said. She thought a moment, then said, "Would you buy me dinner here, then?"

I thought about it, then nodded. "If you have a liking for frozen pizza, I think we can fix you right up, miss." 

"Can we eat now?" she asked. "For some reason, I'm ravenous."

"Yeah, me too," I said. "Let's go do it, or I could go make it and bring it up here, we could eat in bed."

"That sounds wonderful, but I don't want to be away from you, not even for a second," Virginia said.

"Well, we could both go make it, then bring it up here, okay?" I said. She nodded happily. She slipped her panties back on, but left her blouse on. I was amazed it was still on her. Happily, she left it open, so I could look at her sweet breasts and nipples.

I looked around for something to wear, as I was quite naked, and her jeans were closest. "Okay if I wear these downstairs?" I asked her.

"Ooh, that's hot," she said. "You're wearing my jeans...and without any panties," she finished, as I slipped them on. "I may never wash them," she said.

We made our way downstairs, and both decided on a half vegetarian, half pepperoni pizza, and put it in the oven. We sat and talked about arrangements we would need to make in our lives now, things we weren't thinking of just hours before.



Willing Ch. 05



"Mmm, this is a REALLY good pizza," Virginia said, brushing back her long brown hair with the back of a sauce-speckled hand.

I giggled. "It's a store brand, Virginia. How good could it be?" Virginia was my pregnant lover, and I'm Linda - I'm a blonde dyke, and I drive trucks for a living. We were starved after making love for the first time.

She thought a minute. "I dunno. I guess getting your brains fucked out makes things taste that much better, huh?"

"I just hope we don't put on weight," I said, mock-seriously. "If we make love every night, and food starts tasting too good, we might end up looking, well.....kind of, um, heavy." Virginia looked distressed.

"I'm going to put on weight, whatever I do," she said, and I remembered her pregnancy - I had only known her for a few days. I felt like an idiot.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," I said. "That's a different kind of weight. That's the greatest kind of weight ever to put on. You know that, and it's really wonderful!"

"Yeah, I know," Virginia said, "but we need to talk about it anyway, so it's good you brought it up now. I AM pregnant, and that kind of ends up being a pretty long term commitment. I'm okay if you just want to fuck for a while, and maybe we just be friends after that? Even friends with privileges if you want, but you don't owe me ANYTHING. I'm headed to my parents', and I'll be fine there, really." She had started as a stranger to whom I gave a ride, from Arizona to North Carolina. Last night she had become much, much more.

"I'm sorry, but I won't be fine if you leave. I understood that you were pregnant, and what that means if we become a couple - I mean, I ALREADY think of us as a couple. Miz Smith thinks we're a couple. Jami and Jennifer at Creative Kitchen think we're a couple. Are you calling them stupid?" I meant every word of it, except for the last part, which was just a joke, to make her smile. It worked.

"Well, I want us to be a couple, too, but I don't want to put any ties on you. It wouldn't be fair," Virginia said, tears running down her face even as she smiled her beautiful smile.

"Silly, that's what being a couple is," I said, "putting ties on each other, because it's what we want." She leaned closer to me on the bed, and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I love you, Linda. You're the sweetest person I've ever known. And you make me feel good, really good, that I'm in love with a woman." I kissed her. I was fascinated by how good her lips could feel on mine.

"Hey, you taste like pepperoni. You said you were going to eat the vegetarian part," I said, frowning.

"Oh, it was just a little bit," she said. "And I didn't eat the pepperoni part of the pizza, I just had a couple of pieces of pepperoni."

"How is that different from eating the pepperoni part?" I said, not really expecting to win the discussion in spite of the fact I had logic on my side.

"Oh, look, you got some sauce on your nipple," Virginia said. "Here, I'll lick it off." She leaned down and took one of my nipples in her mouth, and won the argument. We were both completely naked, in bed, and had polished off the large, half veggie, half pepperoni pizza. I lay back on the mattress, my head on the pillow, as Virginia turned our post-sex snack into a pre-sleep seduction.

She kissed my nipples, her warm, soft lips touching, then surrounding, my nipples as she took them into her mouth, and began lightly sucking on them. Then a thought occurred to me - Virginia would begin lactating at some point, I had no idea when - that would be hotter than hell, to drink milk from her sweet breasts. I felt a tickle in my slit, and knew my pussy was getting wetter.

"Oh yeah, Virginia, suck my nipples, ohh, I want you to suck me hard, I want you to drink my milk, it's hot and sweet for you, baby, your mouth and lips and tongue feel so good on me, sweetie." After a few seconds, her head raised up.

"God, I'M going to be giving milk when I give birth," she said, wonderingly. Her hand slipped down between her legs as she fingered herself. I KNEW mentioning baby milk would get her hot. We hadn't been together that long, but I could see we were already meshing, at least on some things - the things that were important to us now, anyway. She went back to sucking my nipples, then brought up her hand that had been between her legs. I could see two of her fingers had been in her cunt, apparently deep in her cunt, there was girl cream all over them.

She took those two fingers and slipped them inside me. I eased my hips up, and spread my legs more to allow her in.

"Ohh, please fuck me with those cum-covered fingers, baby, I want your cum inside me! Your fingers are filling me, it feels so fucking good to have you inside me, unhh, yeah!" Her fingers really felt so hot in me, and the thought of this beautiful girl working to make me cum, and to mix our fluids together was exciting. My hips began moving, rotating around, as Virginia slid her fingers in and out of my pussy.

She had her eyes closed as she sucked on my nipples, then went to kissing my breasts, her lips warm and wet on my soft skin. I felt her take her fingers out, then pause. I put my hands on her hair, loving the feel of her glossy mane in my fingers, loving the way her hair looked and smelled.....

Suddenly, I felt her finger at my ass hole. It was unexpected, and I was a little surprised, but very pleased. I pulled my legs up further to give her better access to my tight rosebud. I moaned, and Virginia giggled as she kissed my breast, then raised her face up to the pillow, and kissed me on my mouth, lightly, because she began mixing kisses with her words.

"Do you like that, baby?" she asked. "Do you like feeling my finger at your little rear hole?" I could feel her eyes on me, and I opened mine to see her intently staring in my eyes.

"Uh huh," I moaned helplessly. Ass play makes me weak and hot. She smiled evilly.

"Then tell me what you like, baby," she said, her finger teasing my pucker, and hole.

"Ohhh....I like to feel your finger at my ass hole....I'd like to feel you fuck me there, fuck me with your cummy finger, slide your slick, wet, tasty finger in my ass, do me, make me your whore....I'll do anything you want me to," I said, starting to lose it as I felt my anticipation building.

"I'm going to fuck your little girl ass hard, and deep, I'm going to cum inside your ass, my hot female cum's gonna be dripping out of you ALL. NIGHT. LONG...." she said, the last, very slowly and deliberatively.

"Ohh, fuck, yes, fuck me, Virginia, make me your hot slut, cum inside me, cum on me, I want to cum for you, ohhh, oh yes, I'm cumminnnnngggg!" My hips began shaking, sensual electricity shocking me, as she slid her finger up my ass, fucking it in and out, her dirty, nasty lovemaking thrilling me endlessly.

Virginia kissed me as the waves of pleasure washed over me, and I groaned into her mouth as I couldn't put my feelings into any kind of words, just sounds that had no detectable meaning, but were a release for the pleasure in me that I thought would make me explode.

Virginia embraced me, our bodies hot and sweaty together (yeah, girls sweat - when it's for a good cause!), slippery and the musk, stray perfume, and perspiration from our earlier lovemaking reigniting and filling our noses with wonderful smells of woman on woman sex, and love....and I think I actually passed out for a few seconds.

"Linda, hey, you okay?" I heard Virginia saying, as I came out of my fog.

"Um, god, I think I passed out for a few seconds, damn..." I muttered.

"That's weird," Virginia said. "You actually fainted, are you sure you're okay?" She looked worried.

"Don't worry, honey. We've been up all day, and just had the most marvelous evening together...I'm just not used to having someone I love so much, make me so happy."

"Well, okay," Virginia said. She still seemed a little dubious.

"Baby, there's something I REALLY want to do," I began, anxious to return some of the pleasure she'd brought me.

"Okay," Virginia said. "What do you want me to do?"

"Just lie on your stomach," I said. "I'll do most of the rest." Virginia rolled over on the queen size bed, her cute ass in front of me. I separated her legs, and knelt between them, her plump ass cheeks separating slightly, and her puckered brown hole becoming visible, and opening slightly,

"Mmm," Virginia muttered, the side of her face in the pillow, her eyes closed.

I put my hands on her warm ass cheeks, and parted them, her sweet little brown eye now prominent. I leaned down, my face directly in her ass, and sniffed her butt.

"Oh, that's so gross," Virginia moaned. "Are you smelling my ass?"

"Oh yeah, baby doll, I'm smelling your sweet little fragrant ass, and soon I'm gonna be kissing and licking your tight little hole. Do you like that?"

"Ohh, fuck," she said, pressing her thighs together, and rocking her ass from side to side. "That's the fucking hottest thing I've ever heard." Her hand slid down between her thighs, and I could see her fingers moving into her as she stroked her labia, and her clit.

"Mmm, so good," she moaned, ass moving more now. I put my hands firmly on her hips to hold her still. She cooed with pleasure at feeling my strong grip on her body, and pressed against it. She was getting excited from my restraint on her movement. I leaned down to the immediate object of my affection, her hot little ass hole, and began lapping and licking her there.

Her scent there was quite pleasant, the musky smell of her vaginal cream that had been dripping down there over the last few hours of our lovemaking, plus her hot sweat, salty and pungent, and the earthier smell of her ass itself. The more I smelled and tasted of her ultra-feminine body, the hotter I became. My pussy and clit were driving me mad with need.

I licked all around, and on, her tight brown pucker, the muscle tightly closed.

"That tickles...but don't stop," she giggled, eyes still closed, as she concentrated on her pleasure, fingers furiously stroking her wet pussy. I wasn't about to, I wanted to eat her ass as deeply as I could get away with. I pressed my tongue into the tight opening, urging her to relax her anal sphincter so I could taste her inside, too, in her warm, pink tunnel.

Gradually, my saliva filled her little, tight hole, then slipped past her reflexively closed anus, lubricating the opening, and allowing my tongue to enter deeper and deeper, her anal opening slick once liquid was applied to it.

"Unnh," Virginia groaned, as I forced deeper inside her, my tongue exploring deeper into her nasty, lovely ass hole. Her hips bucked as she came with force, victim of the excited stimulation of my tongue fucking her naughty ass, the strong grip I had on her, and her frenzied stroking of her sensitive clit.

Virginia screamed with excitement as all this stimulation came together in her brain and her clit at the same time, giving her a massive orgasm. "OHGOD, FUCKME, FUCKME, EATMYASS, MAKEME CUM, AGAINANDAGAINANDAGAIN!! OHOHOHFUCK!!!!!" She thrashed on the bed for at least a minute, hips pumping up and down, in spite of my holding her, until finally, eventually, she slowed her movements, then relaxed, exhausted from the tidal wave of ecstasy that had drowned her, stray jolts of sensual electricity still making her body jerk occasionally.

I slid up next to her, just holding her as she lay there, hardly moving at all, just moaning a little. She snuggled herself closer to my naked body, even though we were already in full contact.

After a few minutes, Virginia began to rouse, gradually rolling to her side so she was facing me. She took her left hand, and exhausted, put it on my hip, her eyes open now and shining, her smile tired but very, very happy.

"I think that was the biggest cum ever," she said.

"The best you ever had?" I asked, proud and happy.

"No, the biggest cum that any human being has had in the history of the world," she moaned. "Seriously."

"Mmm, I'm glad," I said. Then I got an evil thought. "Now it's my turn." She looked at me inquiringly, but didn't say anything.

"Roll onto your back," I said, simultaneously pushing her away from me. With a 'whoof' sound she complied. Then I got up on my knees, and straddled her face, my own wet, hot pussy inches from her face.

"Now lick me, bitch," I ordered her. 

She began to protest, squirming a little, but I said, "Shut up, slut. Put your tongue on my pussy. Suck and lick it, make love to my woman hole with your mouth and tongue. And do a real good job, I want you to make me squirt my cum in your mouth, filling your mouth with my hot cream." As I said this, I reached back with one hand, and began caressing her pubic area with my fingertips.

As I suspected, my verbal description of what I wanted began to get her hot, and into our continued love play, even though I knew she had to be tired from her previous orgasms. She submissively began licking my labia, as I positioned myself to make it easy for her to reach me there without straining herself. I didn't want her to end up with a sore neck, though I was okay with her tongue getting a workout.

My excitement was building rapidly, due in part to the thrill of sexually dominating my female lover, but even more to the wonderful job she was doing licking my hole. She licked along my lips, pausing occasionally to lap up the girl cream dripping from my hole, then thrusting her long tongue inside my tight slit to get more. She was becoming wonderfully depraved, and enthusiastic about lesbian sex. She'd only actually been fucked by a man, or men, before.

After a few minutes of teasing and caressing my wet hole with her tongue, as I pressed my crotch closer to her, she licked her tongue lightly over my clit, sending sparks of electricity through my groin. I began tracing my fingertips over her wet, swollen labia, hot under my fingers, and she moaned under me. Our mutual excitement grew, both of us writhing together, me, spread legged over her face, my cunt dripping on her face, my wet heat bathing her mouth and nose, and she, hips rocking, legs moving apart to give me greater access to her female opening.

"Oh sweetie, baby, lick my hot cunt, show me what a good little cunt licker you've become," I moaned. "Make me cum, honey, let me christen you as the lesbian you've always been, but never knew, until you tasted pussy for the first time," I moaned, hot for her. "I want to see your ass shake as you cum, my fingers deep inside your honey pot, gathering your sweet cream, sticky and gooey, so I can lick you all night long..." Virginia moaned, her lips fastened to my pussy, her tongue alternately thrusting in me, and then flicking over my clit. My fingers were busily fucking her hot hole, wet and slick with her cum.

"Aah, aahh, fuck me, lick my hole, I'm so excited by you, I'm cumming, cumming, CUMMING...your mouth, in your mouth, on your sweet face..." I could feel the now familiar tremors of an impending climax, brought on by the most exciting, most beautiful, greatest lover ever, my sweet Virginia, my love, my life. My whole body became suffused by a restless energy, a cloud of excited passion filling me, waiting for a match to light it. A random flick of her sweet tongue, then her teeth grazing over my swollen clitoris, and I exploded in pleasure, my hips shaking uncontrollably, moaning and babbling, Virginia worked hard not to suffocate as I thrashed on her, my pleasure nearly complete and perfect.

I pulled my hips back from Virginia's head. Damned if her face wasn't wet again! I leaned down to her, and kissed her soft lips, licking her cheeks that were streaming with the squirts of cum I'd deposited there. I giggled. "Are you okay, sweetie?" I asked.

"Yes, baby, but where do you get all that cum from?" she asked ruefully. "And could you, please, get me off, I want to cum now, you've got me so hot, ohhh fuck."

"Sure thing, baby, let me just do this..." I got up off her, turned around, facing her lower body, and sat my ass in front of her face.

"What are you doing?" she protested.

"Mmmm, I want you to lick my ass hole, you little slutty cunt," I cooed. I placed my full, round ass about six inches from her face. She could choose to be my ass slut, or not. I could hear her sniffing, smelling back there....deciding. I waited...and waited. 

Would she take that GIANT step into becoming my lesbian ass slut, choosing to lick and kiss my nasty rear hole, making love to my butt hole with her sweet mouth and lips? Or would she recoil from the degradation of submitting to my filthy sapphic lust.... 

Slowly at first, then more rapidly as her eagerness grew, I felt her bring her hands to my thighs, and pull my ass back, onto her face.

She pressed my ass onto her face, and I sighed with pleasure, both because of the pleasurable feeling of her soft skin on my ass cheeks, and because she was showing her submissive nature, and how nasty she was willing to be with me. 

I lay over her on my hands and knees, keeping most of my weight off her, but our bodies touching warmly, my own face on her pussy. Virginia hesitated....I was sure she'd never done such a thing as lick another girl's ass before, but I didn't care - I wanted her to do it, to please me, excite me and to make her even more, mine.

I felt her nose against the smooth skin of my ass globes, then the moisture of her mouth, her heat, as she opened her mouth, her lips separating, to tenderly kiss my warm butt. Her breath was sweet and warm on my ass, her kiss tentative, then growing in enthusiasm as she discovered the pleasure she took from putting her mouth on another girl's hot ass.

Her kisses were spread all over both butt cheeks, as the softness of my ass, and the hot, feminine musk of my pussy and ass began to excite her. It was fascinating to see, taste and smell the cream at her own pussy increasing as she became more and more excited by being so close to, and dominated by my ass, and my as yet untouched ass hole. I wriggled my ass on her face to signal to her that I wanted even more, and began lapping at her luscious, creamy pussy under my mouth.

She responded by licking my ass cheeks with her tongue, wet and rough. I shivered with pleasure as it began to spiral in toward my ass hole. It seemed as though Virginia had made her final decision as to whether she would become a lesbian ass licker, putting her tongue inside another girl's hot, tight and earthy ass hole.

I continued licking her wet hole, her cummy juices almost more than I could swallow, her hot girl cream filling my mouth, and coating my face. The feminine fragrance of her pussy was exciting and nearly overwhelming in its richness and abundance, the fresh smell of excited pussy as it overflows its tight confines with gushes of creamy female cum.

I began to lick from the bottom of her cunt, along the hot labia on each side, toward her already swollen clit, stopping just short of touching her little pink pearl, already out from under its protective hood, her clit a darker red now that she was highly excited, and glossy with her pussy juices.

I felt her tongue coming closer and closer to my own dark ass hole, until I felt the rough tip of her wet, pink tongue touch, and begin circling the puckered flesh of my anal sphincter. She began salivating profusely as she discovered that the taste and smell of my ass hole were extremely attractive and stimulating to her. I heard her moan, loudly.

"Oh god, Linda, your ass and your little hole are so fucking hot! Sit on my face, honey, I want more of it!"

I carefully pushed my ass a few more inches down onto her face, not wanting to smother her, until her nose and mouth were completely between my round, female ass cheeks, and she began alternating her nose and then her tongue onto, and slowly, into, my ass hole. Her saliva lubricated my tight hole, and soon her tongue was dipping deep inside my ass as she licked my ass hole, then fucked it with nose and tongue.




Willing Ch. 05



As she continued with her nasty, exciting dirty ass licking, I began to circle her erect clit with my tongue, swirling it around her little pearl, moving closer and closer to her center with its thousands of pleasure centers. I heard her groaning, the pleasure from having her virgin nose and mouth buried in my dark hole, along with the building pleasure at her clit, causing her to lubricate wildy, and rock her hips from side to side, and up and down, anxious to explode in the pleasure that only a woman can give another woman.

Within seconds, we both reached our peak, and exploded in explosions of pleasure as we each orgasmed countless times in the most thrilling climax either of us had yet experienced.

"Oh GOD!!" I screamed. "I'm cumming, Ginny, I'm cumming on your face! Lick my hot ass, eat me, EAT MY ASS HOLE, FUCK!"

Virginia was less articulate, with her face between my ass cheeks, but no less vocal, moaning and sighing loudly, as spasms of ecstasy coursed through her body, paralyzing her momentarily, then limbs thrashing, as her ecstasy became almost painful in its intensity.

The pleasure for each of us seemed to go on for an eternity, but eventually the rigidity of muscles, and the spasming nerve endings, slowed and our bodies returned to a state of utter relaxation, the different pleasure of the post-coital glow, each of us warm and comfortable, drowsy, and needing contact with the other.

I got off Virginia, then lay with her, only a sheet covering us, and we kissed slowly, and tenderly, our warm, soft naked bodies snuggling. The ass fragrance on her breath was SO enticing. After a few minutes of this connubial bliss, two mates joined, she turned herself facing away from me to better feel me holding her warmly in my arms, her soft, warm ass nestled in my hot and wet crotch, and we spooned as we drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke hours later, in the dark. I looked at the clock on the bedside stand, 3:23 in the morning. Virginia and I were still spooning, her body hot in mine.

I was extremely horny, even after a night of lovemaking with my new love, Virginia. Her ass, so soft and warm, nestled sweetly against my clit and pussy, was driving me insane with lust for her. I was overcome with an urge to fuck those sweet cushions, to deeply penetrate and fill that tight, hot, juicy hole.

I slowly stretched my arm back to the bedside stand on my side. I had a little toy in there that I'd never used, but it was increasingly evident that it would be perfect now. I opened the drawer, and removed it, a nine inch, double headed, pink latex dildo, very thin. I brought it over and put it between my thighs to warm it, then slid it into my still creamy cunt, first fucking one end in, then, when it was thickly coated with my feminine juices, I slowly removed it, and slid in the other end, until it was completely coated in my cum on both ends.

The whole time, Virginia stirred occasionally, and sighed in her sleep, but didn't wake, only snuggling her cute ass against me. I slid the dildo back into my pussy from my rear, then brought my hand around to hold the end sticking out, about four inches, like the way a guy holds his dick when he pisses.

I pointed the dildo until it was pressing lightly against Virginia's hot, and still lubricated, ass hole. Slowly, so slowly, I pressed forward, until the thin rubber dick head slid past her anal sphincter. Virginia sighed as it was going in, then moaned, as her unconscious, sleeping body began to feel the invasion of her sweet ass.

I slowly fucked into Virginia's hot ass hole, so tight, and her body began to respond more and more, although she was still asleep. Her moaning became almost continuous, Because were on our sides as I fucked her ass, I only had my right hand free to use, but I reached around her naked body, and began caressing her soft breasts. Her nipples were incredibly hard, as her excitement at this point was already intense.

My fingers caressed her hard nubbins, pinching and squeezing them lightly, cupping her warm pillows, as her moaning increased. I slowly fucked in and out of her tight hole. Her ass responded by pressing harder into my crotch, as though in her unconscious, sleeping state, she wanted to be fucked in her ass deeper and harder.

As I held the dildo against myself so it wouldn't slip, my thumb was thumping rhythmically against my clitoris, getting me even hotter, too. Virginia's ass was rotating around in little, tiny circles, even as she fucked herself into me, then back away again, the fake dick sliding in and out of her hole, both our motions increasing in speed as our excitement grew.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned into Virginia's soft, perfumed hair, as I slowly approached my own orgasm. She moaned as though she heard me, and was responding to a lover moaning in her ear. I don't think she consciously heard me, though. 

I slipped my hand over her hip, and down to Virginia's pussy. It was incredibly hot and wet, wetter even than when I'd been eating her earlier. Her excitement was incredible. My fingers slipped over her labia, hot and swollen, and wet with her female juices. Her hole was tight, but her thighs moved slightly apart as she stirred. I'm sure it was her unconscious, sleeping self responding, and desiring the touch of my fingers there.

Although still asleep, Virginia began moaning, "Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh," and, "Yesssss, yesssss!" Then grunting, "Unnh, unnh, unnh," and pushing her ass hard into me, trying to get the fake dick deeper inside her. I slipped three fingers into her pussy - a very tight fit, but she moaned louder, and stretched out her body, her right hand coming behind her to caress my hip as I fucked into her from behind with the dildo, and into her front with my fingers.

Suddenly, Virginia spasmed, her thighs squeezing tight against my hand, and her ass cheeks clenching on the dildo, as she came, numerous times, still deeply in her sleep state. Her orgasm launched me into mine. I only came once, but it was a large, dreamy one, the enormity of the ecstasy we'd both felt from Virginia's 'sleep fuck' giving me immense pleasure.

We both fell back asleep, still joined by the double-headed dildo in my cunt and in her ass, my fingers partially inside her pussy, my hand cupping her mons.

The next thing I knew, the late morning sun was streaming in across our bed. As I awoke, I saw that Virginia was no longer in my arms. Then she leaned over me from behind me, as she was standing by the bed, looking down at me. 

"G'morning, sleepyhead!" she chirped happily. Her hair was beautifully tousled in the way that can only happen during wild, extended sex. She planted a gentle, lingering kiss on my cheek, and it eventually slid over to my mouth. What a wonderful thing a morning kiss between lovers is!

"How'd you sleep?" she asked, sitting down on the side of the bed next to my hip. I noticed she was now wearing a pair of cotton panties. Her breasts were, as always, beautiful, and delightfully uncovered.

"Mmmm, pretty much like a rock," I said. "At least after we finished making love," I said, smiling up at her. "It was fantastic....you're fantastic," I said.

"Oh god, yes," Virginia agreed, her head nodding slightly, her smile shining like the sun. "I never, ever, EVER imagined it could be like that with ANYBODY, much less with another woman!" She hesitated.

"But, I don't understand this," she said, showing me the dildo in her hand. "I don't remember this. I KNOW what it is, but for the life of me, I don't have a clue where it came from....or for that matter, where it went."

I smiled impishly, and slid my left hand inside the rear of her panties, pressing my index finger against her cute rosebud, between her lovely, warm ass globes.

"Ouch!" she yelped as I touched her still tender hole. Then it dawned on her. "That went up my butt??" she said. "How come I don't remember?"

"Well, you were half asleep," I explained. "You found that in the night stand, then you began sliding it into my pussy, fucking me with it....it really felt good, thank you SO much! Anyway, after you had it halfway inside me, you put the other end in your, well, your heinie there, and to put it bluntly, you had me fuck your butt. You seemed to like it, and I know I did."

"I did that?" she asked, looking perplexed.

"Yes, and I think it was one of the best orgasms you've ever had," I responded.

"Huh," she concluded. "Well, maybe next time we could do that while I'm awake. It kind of sounds like fun." Then she leaned down and kissed me again, her long, brown hair brushing over me very pleasantly. This kiss lasted for a long, long time while my hand caressed and squeezed her soft, warm breasts, and then we got up to prepare for the day ahead. Little did we know how exciting it would be....



Willing Ch. 06



"Hey, I'm gonna take a shower," I said to Virginia. 

I was headed toward the bathroom, when I heard her ask, "Uh, is there room for two?"

I looked back at her, sitting on the bed nearly naked, her long brown hair attractively resting on her shoulder, curled along her neck. She smiled coquettishly, batting her long eyelashes at me. I felt a shiver run through me. I felt my nipples getting stiff, and I could see hers already were.

"Yeah, I think I could get you in," I said, smiling back at her. "I know the owner." Virginia got to her feet, and walked over to me, taking my hand in hers, love in her eyes. I couldn't resist, and kissed her, loving the feel of her lips on mine, the urgent press of her body into me. We bumped hips as we walked to the bathroom, the warm feel of her against me always welcome.

When we got there, Virginia slipped her panties off her wide hips, her back to me, displaying her absolutely delicious butt. She looked back at me over her shoulder. "Hey, don't look at me undressing," she said.

"I was just thinking about breakfast," I joked.

I turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature to warm, near hot, and pulled the curtain so water wouldn't splash out. " 'kay," I said, as I stepped in, holding the curtain for her. Virginia stepped in and immediately slipped into my arms and we kissed deeply, as water ran in rivulets down our bodies. 

"I've never been so happy, my entire life," Virginia whispered, her voice just audible over the hiss of the water. Her eyes were shining.

I felt a strange pang in my heart. I wasn't sure where it came from, but it seemed to be something like a fear that I'd wake up from a dream of love, alone, in the sleeper of my truck cab, on the way from here to there by myself. It was incredible to me that I was standing in the embrace of a woman who wanted nothing more than to be with me, loving me.

"Oh yeah, me too," I said. "But, c'mon, time's a-wasting, let's get cleaned up!" I took a squirt of my herbal shampoo and began soaping up my hair. "Have you ever tried this?" I asked Virginia.

She looked at the bottle. "No, how is it?" she asked.

"It's wonderful," I said. "It's got a lovely fragrance, and my hair has a glossy sheen when I use it - see?" I shook my head from side to side like a model on TV, and Virginia burst out laughing.

"I almost expected to see your hair do something, like in the commercials," she said. "But it's only like two inches long..." I laughed along with her.

"It's the choice of butch dykes everywhere," I said, smiling. Virginia kissed me again, pressing her ultra-feminine body against me. Her pregnancy really agreed with her, at least so far. Her breasts seemed bigger, her hips more seductive - of course, I'd only known her less than a week, and she was only two months along, so there was a slight chance it might be my imagination.

"Well, why not try it?" I said. She shrugged, and turned her back to me, dipped her head under the shower, turning her tousled locks into a sheet of shiny wet hair, ready for shampooing. She looked over her shoulder, rather seductively, I thought, and looked at me.

"Okay," she said expectantly. Then it occurred to me that I was supposed to do her hair.

"Oops, sorry," I said, applying a dollop of the cream-colored goo to her scalp, then began massaging it in. "Mmm, that feels SO good," she moaned, pressing her round ass back into my crotch.

"Ohh, jeez, we're never gonna get out of the bedroom, are we?" I said, comically. "We're just gonna fuck ourselves to death, or starve to death when Sneezer the cat refuses to bring us dinner in bed anymore, or something..."

Virginia giggled. "Okay," she laughed. "But could you finish doing my hair, and then I'll do yours? It really DOES feel good, and I don't think anyone else has ever done my hair for me, except my mom, or the girl at Super Cuts." 

"Okay," I agreed. "And I'd just like it noted for the record, that I really DO like fucking you, I'm not trying to get out of anything..." Virginia backed her ass into my crotch again, and looked around at me.

"Oh I KNOW you love to fuck, especially me."

"ONLY you," I corrected her. She shivered, maybe with happiness, the water was getting hot so it wasn't from cold. I finished up her hair. Even wet, her hair looks dynamite. "All done," I said.

She turned to face me, water droplets hanging from the end of each nipple, her whole body freckled with clear droplets. I smiled at her. "You look pretty, decorated with drops of water like that."

"Shut up, lesbian seductress," she said. "I wanna do your hair. I've got some ideas." She put some shampoo in her palm, then reached up and began doing my hair. Of course, it's not very long, I'm not that fem, so it didn't take long. Virginia giggled. "It sure doesn't take you long to do your hair, does it?"

Then we soaped each other up, and yes, it was quite enjoyable to run my hands over Virginia's slick, soapy, ultra-feminine body. What did you think I'd say? And you might be asking, did we make love again?

In a word.....no. We had both really lowered our energy levels for that kind of pursuit the night before. If you read Chapters four and five, you'll know that. But we both really enjoyed touching each other, and whispering fondly as we bathed. It was just a nice way to get closer to this woman who had stolen my heart. Soon enough, we got out and dried off, big, fluffy bath towels rubbed briskly over each other's body. The temptation was building to wrap Virginia in one of those towels, nearly bigger than she was, throw her back on the bed, and ravage her, but it was resisted - barely.

We both dressed for a day cleaning up around the house. We planned to go to Nouvelle Génération, the new lesbian and gay club Virginia had found in Fort Smith, later, after a quiet dinner at home, but for the meantime, it was jeans and a golf shirt for me, and a skirt with a cute cotton blouse for Virginia. We were both sitting at the kitchen table, and had finished our late breakfast.

"Okay, I'm gonna do your hair," Virginia announced. She pulled the table away from me, so I was just sitting in the straight-backed kitchen chair. "Sit up," she commanded me. I straightened up. "Don't fidget," she said.

"Fidget?" I asked.

"It's what my mother used to tell me when she was going to cut my hair, as a little girl," she explained. "I'm pretty sure it basically meant, 'if you get up, I will smack you SO hard...'" she said.

"Well, I won't get up then," I said. "But look, you're not going to doll me up are you? I like my look," I said.

"You mean, your butch look?" Virginia said, her hand on my shoulder. Then she turned and, straddling my legs and facing me, sat down in my lap, her face inches from mine, her pussy, covered only by her skirt, only inches from mine, which was, sadly, clothed in jeans. 

"Baby, I LOVE your butch look," she said, her eyes on mine. "I ADORE it when you're on top of me, and in me...." Her eyes softened a little. I could see she wasn't kidding. She continued.

"I'm not gonna do anything to fem you up, sweetie. I don't want THIS to stop...." she took my hand, and brought it under her skirt, to her damp slit. She wasn't wearing any panties. She pressed my hand against her heat and wetness, and leaned forward to kiss me, her lips warm and soft on mine. 

"And I want you inside me....fucking me. And speaking of fucking me, that thing you had up my butt last night? I'd like it in here, too," she said, pressing my hand against her hole again.

I gave an embarrassed cough. "Uh heh," I mumbled. "Um, you figured it out?"

"It's hard to stay asleep with a dick up your ass," she said, grinning.

"Why didn't you say anything?" I asked.

"Well....because I LIKED it, and because YOU liked it, and because you were having a REALLY good time." I began teasing her clit with my thumb and forefinger, but Virginia shooed me off, getting up off my lap, and grabbing the comb and scissors she'd placed on the kitchen counter, next to a large handheld mirror and a bottle of hair gel.

"No, no, no! First your hair. Then if you want to have your way..." she promised. I shrugged.

Virginia began combing my hair, this way and that, and snipping at it here and there.

"Do you happen to know what you're doing?" I asked, a little timidly.

"Uh huh," she said. "I got a hairstylist's license in Arizona, and I've done a lot of boys' hair. And obviously, your hair is more like that than anything else. Don't worry, you'll still look dykey and hot when I get done." I let her get to her business. I respect a professional. She did her thing, then whipped out a handful of hair gel, and massaged it through my hair.

"God, that feels GOOD," I sighed, as her greasy fingers ran through my hair, followed by the comb.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it? Everybody likes their scalp played with," she said absently, concentrating on my hair. I was surprised at how serious she looked doing my hair, but, like I said, I respect a professional when they're at their work.

Virginia walked around me about three times when she was done, just staring at my head, and 'tsking' a couple of times with her tongue between her teeth, then finally smiled, and said, "Okay, you're done." Then she picked up the hand mirror and showed me her work.

"Damn!" I said. "That is HOT!" I said. She looked at me, not sure if I was kidding her, or mad, or really liked it. She'd made my hair into an elevated flat top, about an inch higher than a guy's would be, and just combed down and closer to the scalp along the sides and back. Picture the leader of a '50's gang in a movie from that era, complete with the greasy hair look. The only thing missing was a spit curl in the front. And of course, I'm a dirty blonde.

Seriously, it was a combination of dykey butch, girl sexy, and pretty darned classy looking all at the same time. I could see somebody like Angelina Jolie doing her hair that way, and walking around in a wife beater - as I say, sexy!

"So, you like it?" she asked, smiling, standing in front of me. I stood up and took her in my arms. We kissed passionately, then I spun her down my arm, did an Elvis sneer, and said, "Thank You Very Much," in my best impersonation of the King. She rolled her eyes.

Virginia gathered up the scissors and other paraphernalia, and took them to the main bathroom upstairs. I heard the doorbell ring, and went to answer it. I opened it, to see a good looking guy of about twenty-five standing there.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for a woman, about twenty or so, brown hair, nice shape," he said.

"What?" I said. It was the oddest question I've ever gotten at my door - and I live in Arkansas.

"Yeah, her name's Virginia, Virginia Staples. I'm pretty sure you gave her a ride from Arizona, and I've been tracking her down, wanted to bring her home." He looked through me as though he expected me to lay down for him and let him come right on in.

Fuck! It was Mike the Ass Hole. I hadn't seen him at all when he literally dumped Virginia in a truck stop parking lot. Her meth head ex-boy friend had come a-calling for something he had no right to.

I had not considered this happening. 

"Oh, yeah, the hitch hiker....I let her off in Flagstaff. I think she was catching a bus to New Hampshire or Vermont, or something. Sorry I can't tell you much more than that, she didn't talk much. Sorry." I just looked at him, leaving the ball in his court. I didn't think Virginia was too interested in talking to him, but as much as I loved the girl, it wasn't my place to tell the guy to go to hell. I'd do it if she asked me to, or for that matter, send him there, or whatever else she wanted to do, but we hadn't planned for this eventuality.

"Oh...yeah?" he said, plainly not believing me. "That's too bad, I have the money I owe her, a couple thousand bucks." I was getting angry, either because HE was an idiot with that stupid story, or he thought I was an idiot who'd fall for it. Either way, I was done with this dog turd.

"Yeah, well, I hope you find her," I said, and started closing the door on him. The next thing I knew, the door was being slammed in my face, knocking me off my feet. This guy outweighed me by about 75 pounds and a couple of inches, but he REALLY got my blood up. He started kicking me, and screaming, "Where IS that fucking cunt, you fucking dyke???"

I took one shot to the stomach that knocked the wind out of me, then grabbed his Doc Marten on his second swing, and simultaneously twisted his foot and pushed his leg up into his hip. That threw him backwards on the floor, and I leaped on top of him and started choking him. I've been in a few fights with chicks his size who were probably as vicious as he was, but none of them had the muscle mass a guy would. It would be a matter of time before he wore me down. 

I also saw that he had what looked like a snub nose revolver of some type in his right front pocket. Not that I'd care, but I can tell the difference between a guy's dick there, and a gun, and I figured he'd use it if he got a chance.

With the difference in size between us, and his obvious state of rage, it wouldn't be long before he'd have me down for good. So, choking him or kicking him in the nuts seemed the best choices to incapacitate him. Gouging eyeballs is on the list, too, but honestly, I'm too squeamish for that. Then I heard Virginia rushing down the stairs, screaming, "OHMIGOD! Michael!! What the fuck are YOU doing here?? GET OFF LINDA, YOU ASS HOLE!!!"

Between the two of us, busy as we were, it didn't seem that we were going to be explaining things to her in much detail, so I yelled.

"Virginia, in the cookie jar, the Colt Python!" I hoped she'd understand. Other than my joke about crazy lesbos the night before, we hadn't talked about weapons, and I had no idea if she even knew how to use one. I always keep a loaded Colt Python (but only a 4" barrel, not a 6") in a cookie jar on the kitchen counter.

My immediate, half-assed plan, was to pray she'd get it, do NOTHING with it other than to bring it out to the great room. I'd break away from the Ass Hole, and then hold him under arms and call the cops. Of course, no battle plan, especially the half-assed ones, survives the first encounter with the enemy.

Ass Hole was punching my breasts as I continued to choke him. His face was turning redder, and his eyes were bulging out, so I knew I was getting somewhere, although the pain in my left breast where he kept hitting me, was making me see stars. We were both grunting like mad from the exertion.

All of a sudden, there was a loud 'BANG!!' from behind me, along with the crash of smashing glass from in front of me, the sound of one of the front windows being shot out. I immediately knew that Virginia had found the gun, but it had gone off. I was terrified that she'd shot herself accidentally. I whirled off Ass Hole to see.

Virginia was standing about ten feet away looking at the Python as though it were a snake (ha ha). She didn't look injured, but I jumped up and ran to her, taking the gun in my hand for safekeeping, and to use to keep the Ass Hole at bay.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT??" I screamed at her. She just looked at me dumbly for a second, then nodded. I looked her over, and she did look okay, just a little stunned by the sound of the Colt. Then I turned to confront Ass Hole. The door was wide open, and he was high tailing it straight across the fallow farm field towards Miz Smith's house, about a mile away.

I could see his Isuzu out the front door, and I wondered why he hadn't just jumped in IT.

"Shit!" I said. I held onto Virginia, who by this point started shaking, from her reaction to Ass Hole unexpectedly showing up, and the discharge of a weapon.

I grabbed my cell phone from the kitchen counter and called Miz Smith, the sweet little retiree neighbor. She picked it up after a ring or two.

"Hey, Miz Smith, it's Linda from down the street. There's a-"

"Oh, hello, Linda dear. How are you and that sweet Virginia doing?"

"Uh, just fine ma'am. Look, there's-"

"And Sneezer? I just adore that little calico...."

"Uh, fine. Listen, there's a very violent man headed your way. Lock ALL your doors and windows, stay inside. I'm calling the cops right now, and then I'm coming over. I'll explain later!"

"Alright, dear, you have a nice-" I didn't listen for the rest, just ended the call, then dialed 911, getting the County Sheriff's office - my house is outside of the Fort Smith Police Department's jurisdiction. I reported an attack by a crazed assailant, the gun going off, and that he was last seen heading toward Miz Smith's, giving the operator the address of my house and Miz Smith's. She tried to keep me on the line, but she had all the information I had, and I had to go save Miz Smith. A woman in her 70's versus young meth head Ass Hole wouldn't turn out well.

"I'm going to Miz Smith's," I explained to Virginia, who had gotten over her momentary shock. "You stay here." 

To my surprise, Virginia said, "No way in hell, I'm going with you. I want another shot at him!" Running out the door, I noticed a set of car keys lying on the floor - they must have fallen out of Ass Hole's pocket. To my disgust, they were on a swastika keychain. "Jesus!" I exclaimed, to no one in particular. And there was NO way I was gonna let Virginia take another shot at Ass Hole.

The two of us ran past Ass Hole's Isuzu, and jumped in the Jeep and peeled out for Miz Smith's place. I drove like a maniac - halfway there, we heard the sound of another gunshot.

"Shit!" I screamed. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" as I pounded the steering wheel on the short drive. 

We pulled into the driveway right behind a sheriff's deputy. He'd heard the gunshot too, so we approached him cautiously, our hands up. I left my Colt in the Jeep. He had his service revolver out, taking no chances.

"We're the folks who called you," I explained, then filled him in on the story. I know some of the people in the Sheriff's Department, two of the female deputies would come into the Ace of Spades on occasion. I didn't know this guy, though. I said I'd heard a gunshot from this location, and the only occupant was an elderly lady. He called for backup.

As he was radioing in, the front door of Miz Smith's house opened, and out walked Miz Smith. We all three looked at her, then each other.

"Come out of the house, ma'am," the deputy directed her. "All the way out." She did, looking as relaxed as ever.

"Miz Smith, are you okay?" I yelled.

"Yes, dear. But I'm afraid that rude young man isn't."

"Ma'am, where's the assailant?" The deputy asked her.

"Oh, he's on the floor of my laundry room, in the rear of the house," she said, as calmly as if she were talking about a guest who had dropped in unexpectedly. "I'm afraid he's busy with stopping the bleeding from his leg," she explained. "I had to shoot him, the poor boy."

As it turned out, Miz Smith was fortunately armed, something most folks out in the country make a top priority these days. She'd nailed Ass Hole as soon as he forced open her rear door. I was relieved that she'd paid attention to my warning, but a little surprised at how deftly she'd handled the whole thing.

Well, the next few hours were a matter of police checking out both crime scenes, and taking our statements. Of course, both Miz Smith and I had permits for our weapons, and it was the belief of the sheriff's office that both shootings were justified. As he was leaving, the first deputy mentioned that they'd also found a 'distribution weight' of crack in one of Ass Hole's pockets.

"Besides going down for numerous assault, B & E, and unlicensed weapons charges for the revolver, this dude's gonna do a long stretch just for possession of crack cocaine with intent to sell. He MIGHT see daylight in thirty years or so. The jackass claims the old lady shoved it in his pocket - can you believe the nerve of that guy?" Virginia looked confused, but didn't say anything.




Willing Ch. 06



Finally, the cops left, and Virginia and I were standing with Miz Smith. "Lemonade, ladies?" she offered.

"Well, perhaps a little," I said as Virginia nodded, clinging to me. We talked to Miz Smith, and she assured us she was fine, and she really did appear unperturbed by the events of the day.

"There's just one thing I don't understand," Virginia said. "Mike was a meth head. I don't think he'd ever have anything to do with crack." Now it was Miz Smith's turn to look confused.

"Oh dear. I really AM losing my touch," she said, more to herself than to us. "I would have sworn he would pass for a crack dealer. Meth, you say?"

Virginia and I just looked at each other, dumfounded. Could Miz Smith be THAT devious? A sweet little old lady like her?

"Miz Smith, can I ask you a question?" I ventured.

"Certainly dear," she said.

"Ma'am, the rumors in the neighborhood about you getting Idi Amin thrown out of Uganda, are they true?" She looked at us so sweetly and innocently.

"Why, yes, dear. With the assistance of the Israeli Mossad and Pakistani Intelligence, of course."

"Of course," I said. "Ma'am, it is indeed an honor to know you." She nodded graciously.

"Don't be strangers, the both of you," she said. "I knew you'd get together, eventually. You make a lovely couple."

Virginia and I drove back to the house. We had to be available for any further statements, but other than that, we were free to go, which meant I could continue with my load of 'art' tomorrow, as planned. The only question was, would Virginia stay here in Fort Smith, or continue to her parents' in Fayetteville, NC?

When we walked through the door into my house, or rather, 'our' house, I took Virginia in my arms, and hugged her, and she, me, savoring the feel of each other's body. We were just so happy to have each other. Finally, Virginia spoke.

"I should have known something like that would happen. He must have watched you give me a ride, and either followed us the whole way, or done some detective work to find us. I don't think he was smart enough to do anything but follow us." She shivered. "I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there to protect me," she said, hugging me fiercely.

"Huh, anytime," I said offhandedly.

"You must be REALLY sore," she said, solicitously. "I want to check you over."

"Let's take a bath," I suggested. "I need to clean up for the club tonight, anyway."

"I forgot about that. Can I join you in the tub?" she said, with a little smile.

"I thought you'd never ask," I said. "That saves me from kidnaping you."

"Ohh, that's too close to what might have happened....or worse," Virginia said, her hands both around my right arm as we walked toward the spiral staircase. I gestured her first up the stairs - I cannot get enough of looking at her cute little tush, but this time I grabbed it when we were halfway up. Virginia squealed, then giggled, mock slapping at my hand.

"You can see it when we're in the tub together.....naked and slippery," she teased.

"Mmkay," I said.. We finished the short trip up to the main bathroom. I leaned over to turn on the water, when, "Owww!" I yelped at a sharp pain in my side.

"What is it?" Virginia said, hurriedly, concern in her eyes.

"I dunno, when I leaned over, I felt a sharp pain, right about here..." I took her hand and put it on my stomach, right under my rib cage. "Oof," I said, as she pressed lightly.

"Let me see that," she said, starting to pull my shirt out of my pants.

"Hold on, let me get the bath started," I said, wincing as I bent over and turned on the faucet, then dumped in a couple of capfuls of the cucumber and melon bubble bath. I straightened up and sighed. "Okay."

Virginia unbuttoned my shirt, slowly pulling it off over my shoulders and head. "Jesus!" she exclaimed as she looked at my belly and left breast. "You've got some ugly purple welts there!" She traced over them with her fingers, hissing as she felt them, though I think I was just bruised, not actually swollen or lumpy or anything.

"I guess that's where Ass Hole kicked me, and punched me," I said. "It's sore."

"I should think so," Virginia said. "It looks terrible."

"Um, thanks," I said.

"Well, it does," she replied. "And it's not your fault. God, you got hurt saving me from him." She kissed my arm. "You should see a doctor and get it checked."

"Yeah, I will...later. Let's just have a good soak, okay, and then we can go out tonight." I watched Virginia as she undressed.

"What?" she said, noticing me looking at her. "Is there something on me?"

"Huh, no, I just like looking at you. And I REALLY like watching you take your clothes off." 

It's funny, no matter how intimate you have been with someone, they can still be embarrassed to undress in front of you. Virginia was no different. Her face colored, and she held up the blouse she'd just taken off in front of her breasts.

"I know, it's silly, but I'm just shy to be naked in front of you just....I dunno, out of the blue, y'know?"

"Out of the blue?" I asked, absently swirling my fingers in the tub, to check the temperature. It felt perfect.

"Well, without you getting me...you know..." Her blush was deeper now.

"Getting you....excited?" I guessed. Virginia shook her head up and down, like a little girl verifying that, yes, she DOES believe in Santa Claus. I don't think she could say it, although last night she'd said all kinds of absolutely filthy and exciting things to me. I shrugged.

"Okay, I understand, but I'm gonna strip and get in the tub. Then I'll close my eyes so you can get in with me, okay?" I looked at my beautiful, though shy, Virginia.

"Okay," she said. "I know it sounds silly...." her voice trailed off as I pulled down my jeans, then my panties. Her eyes were on my pussy. I decided to tease her a little. I idly stroked one side of my crotch, my finger stroking up and down next to one of my labia, as though I were scratching an itch. Then, I pretended that my scratching was starting to turn me on a little - well, actually, playing with myself a little in front of Virginia WAS starting to turn me on.

I slowly ran my finger on top of my labia, then dipping it into my wetness inside, which was just beginning to form, and continued stroking, but both lips now, and I began stretching my body a little, moving my hips and ass, and sighing softly. I pretended to be completely absorbed in touching myself, but snuck a peek at Virginia. She was transfixed, her mouth open slightly, her tongue touching her lower lip.

"Ohh," I sighed, a little louder, then slid my forefinger inside myself to the first knuckle. I began caressing my breasts with my other hand, then deliberately looked up at Virginia, my eyes holding hers. Her eyes were wide, a sure sign of her excitement and receptivity to my playing. I smiled coyly at her, and her tongue licked both lips, her rate of breathing increasing.

She seemed unaware that she'd dropped her 'protective' blouse. I stepped over to her, and brushed my lips over hers. She shivered with pleasure. I took my wet finger, and brought it up to her eyes, so that she could see the girl cream on it. She gulped, her chest heaving slightly now, her nipples becoming erect. As her eyes followed my moistly glistening forefinger, I brought it under her nose. I could see her inhaling through her nostrils, taking in the scent of her woman, and she shivered again, swallowing twice in rapid succession.

Then I lowered my finger to slip my hand inside her skirt and panties. With my hand pinned by the waistband against her swelling stomach, I unbuttoned her skirt with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, and my fingers continued on to her sweet little mound. Guessing that her slit would be wet already, I slowly forced my forefinger, still moist with the residue of my own excitement, inside her slit.

"Ohhh," she whispered, rising up on her tip toes as I penetrated her. I moved my finger in a 'come here' motion inside her, as she moaned, her hips rotating, her anticipation rising, her impending cum building inside her. I felt her arms go around my neck, and our cheeks caressed.

"Fuck me," she whispered in my ear, pressing her soft breasts and hard nipples into mine. "Fuck me hard, baby, and I'll do ANYTHING for you..." she whispered in my ear, the tip of her pink tongue touching my ear. Now it was my turn to shiver with pleasure. I slipped my finger out from inside her, then circled it around and on, her stiff clit. Her hips jerked into me as she came, she pressed her lips onto my cheek, and her knees buckled. 

She was hanging on, her arms around my neck the only thing holding her up, until I threw both hands under her ass, and held her close as she orgasmed in my arms, her heart beating madly, and she bit my shoulder again, something I was coming to associate with Virginia's pleasure. I was beginning to like it.

"Okay, baby," I coaxed her, after she had regained her strength. "Now you can strip for me, huh?" I grinned at her. She wriggled her cute little nose at me, and finished undressing, not a bit shy this time, even running her fingertips along her breasts, and then along her labia, just to tease me. I held her hand as she daintily stepped into the garden tub, and languidly curled herself along the tub bottom in the bubble-laden water. Then I followed her in, sitting down next to her, then lying back in the hot water, relaxing in its luxuriousness, as Virginia lay on top of me, both of us partially supported by the water.

We lazily kissed, enjoying the soft haze of her post-coital pleasure. Somewhere in our moist, steamy, lazy bubble bath, we both fell asleep, our bodies and minds completely relaxed after our harrowing morning into afternoon. It's not often that two girls can have sex, a good breakfast, combat a crazed ex-boyfriend, more sex followed by a relaxing bath, with the promise of a fun evening out on the town, all in the same day. But we had to get it in, because my schedule was tightening up again, with a full truck load of 'art' in my front driveway that I had to get to North Carolina.

"Ohhh," I sighed, jostling Virginia as I awoke. "Looks like we nodded off, honey." The water was cool around us.

"Oh, man, did we really?" she smiled up at me sleepily. I leaned down and kissed her, her mouth warm and a little wet - I think she'd been drooling in her sleep. She yawned as we kissed.

"Ooh, sorry," she mumbled. "I have trouble waking up from midday naps."

"Mmmm," I said. "Well, whadda you want to do?" I asked. "Just bag going out tonight, or go finish our nap in a warm and cozy bed, or force ourselves to wake up, get dressed, and go out?"

"I'd really like to get into bed with you," Virginia began, which sounded like the best option to me, "but I'd rather get a chance to show you off to the other women at this club."

Ugh. Women always choose things like that. Showing off something instead of fucking.

"Okay," I agreed. "Let's get dressed then." I could always hope that she'd change her mind halfway through getting dressed. Unfortunately, the words, "Oh honey, I've changed my mind. Can we just spend a cozy evening at home?" never came, so we found ourselves heading out to Nouvelle Génération, the new lesbian club in Fort Smith. 

We'd never been anywhere together except traveling, and shopping, so this was pretty much our first date. 

Even though we'd slept together already. 

Even though we had decided we were in love. It's a crazy world these days. 

Anyway, we parked and headed in to the club, which was close by the district we'd gone shopping at the day before. The club itself was on Garrison Avenue. There was actually a really hot, raven-haired latina at the door, checking IDs and turning away obvious straight gawkers, though there seemed to be straight, lez and gay couples in the place. I had to think that the black-haired chick couldn't be the bouncer, as she looked way more elegant than she did as a bruiser.

That seemed like a good sign, as the door chicks at every other lez bar I'd ever been to were about twice my size, and three times uglier than me. Some places, like the Ace of Spades, were so dead that they didn't bother with someone at the door, just a bartenderette with a cut off baseball bat hidden behind the bar.

We found ourselves a table in the back after walking past a clump of about 15 2-tops, with a very small singer's stand at the front by the bar, then a nice wooden dance floor, about half filled with girls dancing, then a mixture of a dozen 2-tops, and about 10 4-tops in the back. There was a long mahogany bar along about half the length of the place, maybe thirty feet long. The door to the restrooms, an unlabeled door, probably to the manager's office, and a fire exit filled out the wall to the rear of the bar.

"This okay?" I asked Virginia over the loud, bouncy music.

She nodded. "Uh huh," she had to say, a couple of times, until I caught what she was saying. She shrugged, and gestured towards the speakers scattered around. I nodded, agreeing with her. It was pretty loud. It finally quieted down after about five minutes, I guess the manager noticed it was a little loud and turned down the amp.

We sat together, our bodies touching, and faced the dance floor. The girls dancing were pretty cute, for the most part. The butch girls weren't overly butch. I mean, no denim overalls, or rolled up sleeves, trucker ball caps, that kind of thing. It seemed to me that they were getting a higher class clientele here than at the Ace of Spades. The fem girls looked really cute, and about half looked to be college age, the rest late twenties and a sprinkling of thirty-somethings like me.

"What kind of music is this?" I asked Virginia.

"Oh, that's called 'Trance,'" she said.

"What? Trancer?" I asked.

"TRANCE," Virginia said, giggling. I couldn't help but laugh too. "It's electronic dance music, kind of bouncy, fast, you know," she said, a little louder for my benefit.

"What would you two like?" We were both startled by the voice, as we'd been intent on trying to hear each other, and the music cut off just as the voice began speaking. Virginia and I looked to our left, to see a really gay looking waiter smiling impatiently at us.

"Well, come ON ladies, I'm not getting any YOUNGER," the waiter said, tapping his toe impatiently.

"Geez, man, just hang on, would you? We just got here, PLUS this is our first time here. What do you HAVE?" Well, I guess that made all the difference, because he just changed his attitude completely.

"You're NOOBIES? Well, paint my butt pink and call me ELIZABETH!"he exclaimed. Virginia and I looked at each other and giggled.

"Okay, girls," he said in a more normal voice, but still VERY effeminate, "MY name's Drew, and I'm VERY pleased to meet you. This place is Nouvelle Génération, and we hope to make it the hottest, most welcoming gay and lesbian hot spot south of the Mason-Dixon line. So, welcome!"

He then went on to explain all about the place, where everything like the restrooms were, how to order, and so on. One thing he said caught my ear.

"You said you serve meals here?" I asked. He nodded. 

"Yes ma'am, we do," he said. "Would you like to see a menu?"

"Please," I said. He brought one over, and I ordered a Sam Adams White Ale and Virginia had a Prostel Alkoholfrei that the waiter recommended. I'd never heard of that, but I'm learning there's an awful lot I don't know. We weren't planning on staying out late in any case, since we'd already had a pretty exciting day, and neither of us could think of anything better than being with each other in a warm bed anyway.

This night was more of a 'check out the new place' kind of a date, and so far I was pretty pleased. Virginia looked like she liked the place, and she told me so. Her hand was warm and soft in mine as we watched the people on the dance floor. There were two women on the floor we noticed right away, one a blonde with shoulder length hair, a little older, maybe in her thirties, and dressed like a professional woman, like a lawyer or something. The other black-haired, in a pixie cut, much younger, dressed like a student. They were both very cute, both fem, and pretty good dancers.

At one point, one of the two girls noticed us looking at them, and pointed us out briefly to her girl friend. They continued dancing, then went to sit down, a few tables away from us. Almost immediately after they returned to their 2-top, the pixie cut girl came over to our table, and introduced herself.

"Hi, my name's Amy, and my girl friend over there is Brenda. I know this is kind of forward, but by any chance were you all over at Creative Kitchen yesterday? You looked familiar, and I wondered if you were the same couple."

"Yeah, that was probably us, we were there yesterday," I said. I looked at Virginia. "We're new here, we don't really know anyone in this club...would you guys like to sit with us?" The whole time, Virginia didn't show any of the little cues that would tell me if I ws going off the rails, so I felt okay about making the invitation.

"I dunno," Amy said. "Let me check with Brenda." She wandered back over to her own table, leaned over and said a few words to the blonde. She looked over at us, and shrugged, then nodded, getting up and picking up both their mixed drinks.

The two girls made their way over to us. I was pleased to see how cute they were up close, but also a little disturbed by my physical reaction to them, given that I'd fallen in love with Virginia, and really determined to be faithful to her. Still, it is always pleasant to look at a beautiful girl, isn't it? I looked over at Virginia, and she seemed interested too. She looked over at me uncertainly.

Virginia and I moved over to the4-top next to us, sitting closely next to each other, and the two women sat on the other side, also touching, clearly 'together' as Virginia and I were. Up close, it became clear that, while Amy was college aged, Brenda was more in her late twenties, or even early thirties. Very cute and fem, though, both of them.

We introduced ourselves all around. Amy was 'Amy Lomborg,' and Brenda was 'Brenda Cartwright.'

"So, what's your story?" Brenda asked. She was clearly the more assertive of the couple.

I explained how Virginia and I had met, and had fallen in love on our cross-country journey. From their smiles, and the way they interacted, Virginia and I both gathered that Amy and Brenda had a similar story, and we were interested in hearing it.  

After I finished, not leaving out too many graphic details, I said, "So, tell us how you two met."

Brenda began their story.

"I'm an adjunct professor at Webster University's Fort Smith Metro campus, teaching courses in Musical Theatre, in the Department of Theatre and Dance. Amy's a senior in the Department, majoring in Theatrical Production - you like to keep your sweet looks back stage, huh, honey?"

Amy smiled at this, and squeezed Brenda's hand.

"Anyway, I had been married to my high school sweetheart for six years. We'd gotten married our senior year of college, then I'd gone on to get my Ph.D, and begin teaching at Webster. I had no idea I could ever be interested in another girl, or maybe I just really did a good job of suppressing my attraction to females. In any case, I had no clue.

Amy, on the other hand, has known she was a lesbian since - what, when you were about twelve?"

Amy nodded, and agreed.

"So, when the whole thing started, it came as a distinct surprise to me. Amy says she knew I was a lesbian all along, even if I didn't know. We were putting on a production of Tartuffe, with me directing, a cast of dozens, Amy as one of the stage hands, and one girl in particular, Samantha Brooks, who was playing 'Mariane', who is a girl of marriageable age in the play. She was, to put it mildly, "hot."




Willing Ch. 06



As director, I found myself handling all sorts of things back stage, including fetching things for the actors. I guess it's a little different on Broadway, or for that matter, Off-Broadway. I got a note from Samantha, via one of the extras, that she needed a bottle of water in her dressing room, as her throat was 'a little sore.' A sore throat in a key player can be fatal in a stage production, what with the need for them to project their voices.

I hustled back to her dressing room, really, just a little closed off cubicle. I was stunned to see her reclining back on her chair, with her legs up, and somebody under her voluminous period dress, doing something, which it gradually occurred to me, was eating her pussy. Samantha's blouse was open, and her full breasts and nipples exposed. Even in my shock, I had to admire their beauty, really quite magnificent. I was slow to react - I had never actually seen such a thing, though I had, from time to time, read passages in fiction which had briefly described such things, and I confess, I lingered over those passages, and even thought about them later, when my husband was busy trying to please me. 

"Oh, my," Samantha cried, in the most dramatic, unconvincing way. "I didn't expect you NOW!" She moved to rearrange herself, again, rather unconvincingly, and the person under her skirt backed out. I was very surprised to see that it was Amy. Of course, she was dressed in black jeans and a tee shirt, typical for stage hands - I had thought it was one of the males in the crew.

I knew Amy, she was one of my students the previous semester. A sweet girl-"

She smiled at Amy and kissed her.

"-but I had no idea she was interested in other girls, though thinking back, in class she was definitely tomboyish - look at me, calling my lover 'tomboyish.' "

Brenda smiled at her own naivete.

"Well, it was a little embarrassing, but definitely exciting. I felt a strange excitement in a part of my body where I'd never actually felt such a thing. You can guess what that might be! Amy mumbled a few things, the funniest was, 'Hello, Professor Cartwright.'"

"Umm, hello Amy," I said, not knowing how else to respond. Amy said something about having to see to the curtain drops for Act 2, and backed out. I noticed her wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, and wondered what she was wiping off, until I figured it out. I felt as though I were a slow learner sitting in Honors class. Sex hadn't been a big part of my marriage, or my social life before marrying. Really, I could take it or leave it, fucking a man wasn't that exciting.

"Ohh, Professor, I'm so sorry," Samantha said. "I don't know how to explain it," she said. "I think there's something wrong with me..."

"Wrong?" I asked her. I was still all at sea, picturing Amy's face so close to Samantha's vagina.

"Yes, look," Samantha said. She released the clip holding her skirt and petticoats on, and they draped themselves over the chair as she stood, her entire lower body instantly naked. 

"Samantha, where are your panties...why did you do that?" I asked her, confused.

"Look," Samantha said, then stepped closer to me, took my hand, and pressed it to her vagina. Remotely, I remember thinking that grammatically she would have been more accurate in saying 'feel this,' rather than 'look,' but that thought fled rather quickly.

Amy giggled next to her. I looked at Virginia. She looked highly entertained.

"Oh, Professor Cartwright....may I call you Brenda....I don't understand why I'm so wet, and hot...do you?" Her eyes bored into mine, her lips approached my cheek. I didn't quite understand what was going on, but I could feel an exciting glow rising in my chest, up toward my face. It wasn't embarrassment, but sexual excitement I was feeling. I'd barely ever touched my own vagina...my pussy, and certainly never that of another girl.

Her lips came closer to my cheek, my hand still on her pussy, and I realized I would let her kiss me, and that her hand was no longer holding my hand against her pussy, which most certainly WAS both hot and wet. My hand was just staying there of its own accord. I noticed a beckoning scent filling the small room, and I realized it was Samantha's pussy giving off an excited fragrance of feminine sexuality. I then felt a distinct itch in my own pussy.

Then her warm, soft lips touched me, completing an electrical circuit, and I felt powerless when her lips removed themselves from contact with my cheek, then touched back down on my lips. It was like an instant revelation to me. I had been married for six years to a wonderful man who had made love to me dozens of times over that span..."

Virginia and I looked at each other, I could see Virginia doing the math in her head, then we both looked to Amy. She shrugged and grinned.

"...and never once had I felt with him the excitement I felt from a beautiful girl merely kissing me on the lips. I felt my breathing increase, become shallower. My breasts were heaving, my nipples becoming hard, and then I felt a strange tickle at my pussy, and to my shock, I realized I was becoming wet there.

When Samantha brought her hand down between my legs and began hitching up my knee length wool skirt, I felt powerless to stop her - no, that's a cop out - I didn't WANT to stop her, I even spread my stance a little, realizing that her fingers were going to be at my pussy any second. The back of her hand as it rode up my inner thigh, her fingers busy on the fabric, felt like a soothing massage building the anticipation inside my clitoris. For once I could pin down EXACTLY where that maddening pressure was, my clitoris, that never before seen (in my life, anyway) pearl of pleasure between my legs.

I felt my arms go around Samantha's neck, I badly wanted to feel a female, with her inner sexual wisdom, in my arms, to smell the fragrance of a woman's body, to feel HER touching and stimulating me. I was approaching a near volcanic level as she expertly brought me higher and higher, from prim, married woman to eager sapphic initiate.

Samantha's other hand went to my breasts, her hand outside of my thin blouse, but I could feel it burn my skin with sexual, lust-filled promise as though I were naked, no blouse or bra to stop her from making me cum. I don't know how she knew, maybe it was just chance, but my breasts have always been very sensitive. On the few occasions when I'd masturbated as a single girl (something I'd NEVER done as a married woman), my breasts had played a very prominent role, as my fingers kneaded and caressed them.

Then her fingers reached my pussy, brushing against it through my panties.

"Mmm, your little pussy is wet," Samantha moaned into my ear, her lips now on my ear. "Its making your panties wet....I'd LOVE to lick your sweet little slit," she sighed, her warm breath racing over my ear lobe. 

I started panting, needing just the slightest little push to cum explosively, to ascend to lustful, lesbian heaven, to realize that all I could ever want, all I could desire, would be to immerse myself in naked, writhing female bodies, licking, sucking, filling sweet, tight, wet holes, and having my holes ceaselessly filled by strong women and girls.

Suddenly, Amy swung open the door. "Jesus Christ, Samantha, your scene's up in 30 seconds!"

Samantha became a blurry whir as she threw me off, reattached her clothes, and rushed off to do her soliloquy, the one scene she didn't have to share with anyone else. Say what you will about Samantha, she could really focus when it came to her star turn!

So, there I was, all ready to fuck, and she'd left me in the lurch.

That was when I saw Amy close the door behind her, with just the two of us in the close confines of Samantha's dressing room. Amy didn't say a word, she stepped over to me, inclining her face to mine, obviously to bring her lips to mine, to kiss, to join me orally with another ripe, ready, lusty and beautiful young college student.

I had no hesitation....my clit wouldn't have let me do anything else, anxious as it was to explode for the first time. I put my arms around Amy's neck, easily allowing her to replace Samantha as the woman who would fuck me and bring me to my first lesbian orgasm. To be fair, I would have spread my legs for any woman who entered at that moment, who was so inclined to take me."

"It was MY good luck that it was my beautiful Amy," Brenda said, looking at the raven-tressed girl with the short hair sitting next to her. 

Virginia sighed. "Aww," she said. Amy looked rather proud.

So Amy pressed me against the wall of the cubicle, and knelt before me, slowly lifting up my skirt, to gaze hungrily at my panty clad pussy, said Brenda as she continued with her story. 

"How beautiful you are," Amy said, as she pushed the hem of my skirt into my paralyzed fingers. She just expected that I would be an accomplice in her understudy seduction, the star player having fled the scene. And she was right. I was powerless to stop her from doing whatever she wanted to do to my sex-starved body, humming with need for her like a tuning fork.

And I would have done to her anything she wanted me to....and I did.

Amy traced her fingers lightly over my inner thighs, my sighs and gasps of pleasure sweet musical accompaniment to the pleasure she was bringing my highly strung body. When she began to trace her warm, soft lips over those same places, I quivered with the beginnings of what would be dozens of orgasms. It was as though they had been accumulating in me all my adult and adolescent life, and Amy was the ultimate key to loosing them.

I felt her hot breath on the crotch of my panties, then the flick of her tongue on the damp fabric, as streams of multi-colored electricity coursed straight from my pussy into my brain. Amy pressed her lips on my pussy, as I cursed my panties for their obstruction. I reached down and pulled them down off my ass and hips, the soft, wet fabric gathering in a knot at the top of my thighs, just under my curved ass globes.

 

Amy reached around my hips, her fingers lightly caressing, then squeezing my sensitive bottom, ass cheeks quivering under her warm, strong feminine touch. "Uhh, kiss me there," I moaned, my darkest sexual thoughts from my repressed youth coming back to wash through my imagination. "Lick me, tease my holes with your sweet lips."

Amy didn't disappoint me. She licked the crease between my thighs and pubic area, millimeters away from placing her mouth on my pussy, as it dripped with desire. Then, after preparing the way so wetly, she dipped her rough tongue between my silky and wetly gleaming labia, fucking me with her mouth, lapping up my copious love cream. Her tongue fucking in and out of my highly tuned cunt, brought me to cum after cum, my hips rocking with intense pleasure, my fingers curling through her short hair, as I humped myself onto her face, avid to eat my feminine center.

Amy's lips fastening over my unhooded, unprotected clit, brought me to a massive orgasm, and I produced a scream of pleasure that was surely heard in Little Rock, if not in the audience watching the night's play. I could only imagine the secret thoughts of each woman in that audience, at the pleasure some unknown female was experiencing and voicing, and had I the ability, I would at that moment have gladly licked and kissed the pussies and ass holes of each of them, the thought of hundreds more female slits hot and wet for me bringing me to a second crashing orgasm in a matter of seconds.

"My god," I exclaimed. Amy laughed. 

"It's all true," she said. "And imagine Samantha's frustration at that point. She had to hear it, on stage."

Virginia and I both squirmed in our seats, but were enjoying ourselves greatly.

"So, I shook and quivered and nearly crushed poor Amy's head as I tried to shove it up my cunt," Brenda laughed, continuing again her story.

Of course, I was exhausted, part of my rampant desire for another woman sated. But not all of it!

I urged Amy to her feet, and framing her sweet face in my hands, brought her lips to mine, savoring the hot, moist smell of a woman's pussy juices - MY pussy juices - that coated her face and neck so abundantly. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, over her incredibly, wonderfully soft lips, lapping up her saliva, my cum, whatever fluids she wished to bestow on me. Later, we would discover other fluids of ours we could enjoy together, but this is the story of my first time, no?

Amy didn't particularly need much by way of encouragement. You see, she had been secretly in love with me ever since the previous semester, and, suspecting what even I did not suspect, had arranged the entire affair - the note supposedly from Samantha for ME to bring water, her timely seduction of Samantha, not for Samantha's sake, but rather to bait ME, the overall timing so that Samantha could not possibly consummate her subsequent seduction of me.....well, you can see how a woman that devious and brilliant rarely comes along, and you must grab her while you can!

"Incredible," I murmured to myself.

"Indeed," agreed Brenda.

So, I took the lead for once. I broke our sweet, sweet kiss, Amy's moist mouth reluctantly removed from its communion with mine, and began unbuttoning her black jeans. Brass rivet loose, zipper pulled down, stripped off her hips, to the floor, kicked off to some far corner, faded khaki tee shirt pulled over her head, cast away to join jeans - just like that, my dream girl was naked.

Pushed back onto dressing table top, stage makeup bottles scattered everywhere, on her back, lifting her slim thighs and legs up, up, and up!

I had my naked, sweet young seductress just where I imagine she wanted to be - compliant, submissive and available for me to take, in any manner I chose. She willingly and eagerly held her thighs to her breasts, her ripe, ready and as yet ignored pussy opening its small, tight flower-like self to me. I knelt between her slim, pale thighs, marveling at the utter beauty we women carry around with us, but must hide from others, the small, slight, pink, red and purple Orchid of Pleasure, glossy and glistening as though with the morning dew, smelling of the most intoxicating fragrance humankind could ever conceive.

I leaned forward, inhaling the pleasant aroma of her excited, sweet vagina, her fresh, young body demurely abundant with the pleasures of womanly cream. Trickles of her fluid traveling from the bottom of her slit, to be discovered by my questing mouth later on the way to her other feminine treasures.

I lapped at her hole, my first taste of another woman's pussy, of the heart of her sex. I marveled, and salivated at the slick smoothness of her small labia, almost childlike in dimension, but quickly swelling as Amy realized that her deepest desires of lust and womanly sex would soon be realized. Heat from those small lips, guarding an even smaller opening. 

I imagined that her vagina, so small and delicate, would be damaged irreparably by a man's crude thrusts, but that a woman's tongue would tease and please it perfectly. I dreamed that Amy's pussy, in short, was the first created by our Creator for the touch only of another woman. I would respect that divine provenance, by worshiping her there.

"Such a sweet, beautiful pussy you have, Amy," I whispered. "I would love to spend eternity licking and kissing you to madness. Shall I?" I asked.

She groaned. "Fuck me, Professor Cartwright. Make me cum, I want to cum on your face, and your thrusting fingers, and on your naked body," she whispered. I couldn't wait any longer, I lapped at her thick wetness, the taste of her female cream both salty and musky on my tongue. I lewdly kissed her labia as though they were her lips, rapidly thrusting my tongue in her, her tightness, and silky heat there was heaven-like.

I brought my fingers to her clit, circling her emerging pink nubbin with my forefinger, slowly at first, then faster, increasing the slight pressure, her hips tensing as her anticipation of abrupt release built inside her.

"Unnnh," Amy moaned. "Oh god, yes, fuck me with your sweet tongue, baby, ohh, your finger is driving me fucking CRAZY! Uhh, yeah, that's it....so good..Ummmm, yessss, I'm cumming, cumming, cumming, YES YESSSS!! Her thighs squeezed together reflexively as Amy spasmed, my tongue inside her, her hands vainly trying to reach me to press my face harder into her opening, gushing as it was with her fluid.

I lapped gently at her as she came down from her orgasmic high, the sexual tension visibly leaving her body, muscles relaxing, small satisfied sounds from her throat. Then I pushed her legs towards her breasts a little further, and lightly licked her small, pink ass hole, tightly puckered and full of so many promises of future pleasure for us both.

I heard Amy's voice, still shaky from her orgasm. "Baby, please don't get started on my ass hole HERE. We're liable to get arrested if you do...."

"And that was both my first time, and how Amy and I got together," Brenda said to the three of us at the table. "My divorce followed a year later, and Amy and I have never looked back."

"Wow, that's a great story," I said. Virginia nodded her agreement.

"Would you like to hear MY first time?" Amy asked, shyly.

"Sure," Virginia and I said in unison, and probably a little too loudly. Brenda and Amy laughed.

"Okay," Amy said, beginning her story.

I realized early on, that I was a lesbian. I used to dream, for years, of hugging and kissing other girls and women, but I had NO idea of the actual mechanics of how girls "did it." As a result, it 

wasn't until Orientation week at Webster University that I got clued in, ie, lost my virginity to another girl. Make that, 'girls.'

Orientation is held during the summer, before Freshman year, when the campus is pretty much deserted. The intent is simply to familiarize the young freshmen with the campus, so that they'll be comfortable when they come back for the real stress of classes. It's also an opportunity to start making college friendships, some of which may last a lifetime.

Because the campus is deserted, it's possible to wander off and not be disturbed by anybody, but every freshman orientation group of thirty or so, is assigned a group leader overall, and each freshman has a 'Personal Buddy' who can 'take them under their wing,' and answer any and every question.

Our group leader for this orientation group in July was Melissa Perkins, a junior, and my Personal Buddy was Elly Samuels, a sophomore. Orientation lasts three days, so there's plenty of opportunity to interact, especially with your Personal Buddy. You're assigned to room for the three days with your Personal Buddy, to get a sampling of dorm life.

I found Elly to be really cute and friendly, and a natural attraction seemed to form between us. She had long, blonde hair, blue eyes, a cute face, and an athlete's body, tall and slim. She played softball for the school, and she spent the whole orientation wearing hiking shorts and a softball jersey. Melissa, on the other hand, was red-haired, with long, curly hair, big green eyes that looked even bigger behind the thick glasses she wore, and dressed very conservatively, in a long skirt and long-sleeved blouse.

Webster seemed to be a big improvement over my religious-based high school, which was pretty rigid, and homophobic. I got little vibes off Elly that maybe she could like girls too, but I had zero experience with gaydar, and I was terrified that I'd make a mistake if I said too much.




Willing Ch. 07



"Hey, wake up honey, it's time to go," I gently nudged Virginia. As my pregnant, lesbian lover, I naturally wanted her to experience a gentle awakening on her first day as my 'trucker helper'. As you know (if you've read the previous chapters), everything that happened previously on the truck, occurred before we discovered that we were in love with each other.

"Huh," she mumbled. "What?" She stirred in the crumpled bed sheets, her body warm next to mine.

"It's time to hit the road, sweetheart," I said, sitting up in bed next to her delightfully naked body. "You remember, we talked about it." My fingers toyed with her wavy, brown hair.

"But, it's so dark!" she pleaded.

"Well, yeah....it's 2 AM," I said. "We've got a ten hour trip to Atlanta, and I want to miss the morning traffic here in Fort Smith, and the PM traffic in Atlanta." I hesitated. "You could stay here, if you'd like, this house is as much yours as it is mine as far as that goes." I hoped she'd say no. I didn't want to be separated from her, not even for a few minutes.

"No...no, I don't want to be away from you. And, my parents know I'm coming, and I don't want to disappoint them. I'm happy that you decided to rescue me, though, or I'd be forced to stay with them..." Virginia smiled a sleepy smile at me, and I kissed her warm, sweet lips.

"Okay," I said. "That's the choice I hoped you'd make, I don't want to be away from you, either...but it's business time now. So, let's shower." I gently patted her naked bottom as she was rising from the bed, and she wriggled it at me. Oh, how I wanted to pull her back into bed and make love to her, to hold her in my arms and never let her go. But, that don't butter the parsnips, as some writer from my high school English class said in some story.

We both stood in the hot water of the shower for a minute, clearing the cobwebs, then began soaping each other.

"Oooh," Virginia hissed, as she traced the purple bruises on my breast and under my ribs. "Does that hurt?" she said.

"Well, yeah, but probably not as much as your ex's leg, and pretty soon, his ass hole, feel," I said. He'd been shot after trying to get at Virginia to do something violent.

Virginia gave out a short laugh. "I'm sure his ass hole's gonna feel VERY sore over the next 30 years or so in - what did the deputy say?- oh, the Cummins Unit," (that being the Arkansas State Prison where he was likely to spend a deservedly long stretch for a lot of bad things he did, and for one bad thing he didn't actually do, that our sweet, elderly neighbor had framed him over.)

We were both rapidly coming awake, so we finished up our shower. I will admit that we did a little kissing and caressing during the shower, but nothing that would make either one of us cum. I try to be as professional as I can reasonably be, and I had to adhere to my schedule again, to get my load to a bunch of 'Starving Artists Sales' throughout North Carolina. We just didn't have enough time for fucking that morning, but I hoped that we would once we were in Atlanta for our layover.

We had packed our stuff the night before, and returned my two dogs and cat to Miz Smith, our neighbor, for safekeeping, so it was simply a matter of getting dressed and eating breakfast, and hitting the road.

Virginia had turned out to be an excellent cook, and she made a good, hearty trucker's breakfast of ham, eggs, hash browns, and lots and lots of coffee that I scarfed down. She ate too, but not very much.

"Feeling okay, babe?" I asked her, as she pushed a piece of potato around the plate.

"A little queasy," she said, but smiled anyway.

A light bulb went off in my head. "Your pregnancy..." I said.

"Yeah, I think so," she said. 

"I'm sorry....is there anything I can do?" I asked. Just because I'm a woman, doesn't mean I always know what to do about every women's issue. She smiled - how I LOVE her smile!

"Just be sweet to me, okay? And keep a trash can around....oops!" she exclaimed, heading for the downstairs bathroom. I pretended not to hear anything.

When she came out, I said, "If you want to stay home, it's okay, really. And I can stop at your parents' and explain things to them..."

She smiled, her brown eyes warm with love. "That sounds really nice, darling, calling this 'home,' and it really is now, for me, but I want to spend more time with YOU, and get to know you better. Besides, I should be fine in a couple of hours, plus I'm pretty sure I'd better be there to introduce my lesbian girlfriend to my ex-Marine dad."

"Former Marine," I corrected her. "There ARE no 'ex-Marines.'" I grinned at her.

"Then you know EXACTLY what I'm talking about," she said. 

"Okay....hey, I'll get the dishes done while you finish getting ready, okay?" I said. It doesn't do to leave dirty dishes around for a couple of days unless you like having all kinds of bugs around!

We finally got going, right around 2:45, and Virginia actually dozed off in the sleeper after a while, then rejoined me later in the morning, just in time to stop at a Burger King for lunch at a truck stop along Rte 78, west of Birmingham, Alabama.  

"Gosh, I'm famished," she said, a whole lot more awake this time, and with a lovely glow about her. I pulled the truck into a pull through slot.

As I set the brakes, I looked at her and said, "You know something? I think you're starting to get that 'mother-to-be' glow." I grinned at her. She looked like a work of art to me. Once in high school art class, we'd seen a series of paintings about 'Madonna and Child.' Without meaning to sound sacrilegious, Virginia had a lot of that Madonna in her - and I DON'T mean the one who was lucky enough to kiss Britney Spears!

"Do you think so?" she said, beaming. "I kind of feel like, well, like I have a purpose now. Like WE have a purpose. Y'know?"

"Yeah, I think I do," I said. I leaned over and kissed her as she was perched in the passenger's seat. She kissed me back warmly.

"I love you," she said, her brown eyes soft and beautiful, a wisp of her hair partially over her forehead and one eye. I reached over and brushed it from over her eye.

"I love you, too," I said. "And little Virginia...or whatever." She looked confused, then giggled.

"Oh, the baby....at first I thought you were talking about my pussy!" 

"I think only guys name their thing 'Little' whatever," I chuckled. "And don't get me started on thinking about your body until we get to Atlanta. Normally I'd overnight in the sleeper on that part of the trip, but how about we get a motel room - and maybe go out somewhere? It's just for the required layover, and we'll get into Greensboro first thing tomorrow. That way we can have a nice, romantic night on the road."

Virginia nodded, and we got down from the cab and walked to the BK. We both decided to have salads, hers was with the grilled chicken, mine with fried. As we were eating and talking, to my surprise, I saw one of my brother drivers from Arcturus walk in. "Hey, look, it's Sam Watson," I said to Virginia. "I'm gonna call him over."

"Hey, Sam," I said loudly. He looked over to see who was calling his name.

"Linda!" he exclaimed. He came over and eyed Virginia. As I said in the first part of my story, the boys know I'm a lesbian, but they're also smart enough to know that not every woman sitting next to me is automatically gonna be one, too.

"Virginia, this is Sam Watson, another driver at Arcturus," I said. "And Sam, this is Virginia, my girlfriend." His eyes brightened, I think for two reasons. One, he was happy for me, knowing that my love life hadn't exactly been busy over the last couple of years. Second, and more important, guys always seem to like looking at lesbians that are cute. I dunno why, lol.

"Pleased to meetcha," he said, taking her hand. Virginia returned his greeting.

"Hey, get your food and sit with us, okay?" I said. He nodded and went off to order. A few minutes later he came back with a tray holding two double Whoppers, a really large order of fries, a large chocolate milkshake and a small soda. He caught Virginia and I looking at his food.

"What?" he said defensively. We both looked at him, then his awesome pile of food, then back at him.

"Hey, I'm hungry," he said. "Besides, this is a diet Coke," he pointed at the cup. "And it's a small. Don't want to overdo things." Virginia looked at me in disbelief, her eyebrows raised.

"Hey Sam, have you seen the advertisements for that new gizmo that slows your truck down to a stop if you have a massive heart attack while you're driving?" I said with a straight face.

Sam looked at me, unaware. "No, where do you get it? How much does it go for?" he asked, as Virginia began giggling uncontrollably.

"Hey, is she okay?" he asked, looking at Virginia.

"I'm sorry," Virginia coughed out. "Something went down the wrong pipe."

"You be careful, young lady," Sam advised her gravely. "Eating can be very hazardous."

Virginia started laughing again, and covered up, getting up and choking out, 'Scuse me...gotta go to bathroom..." giggling the whole way. Sam, ever polite, halfway got up from his seat.

"I hope she'll be okay," Sam said, sitting back down.

"Yeah, I think she'll be okay," I said. Sam looked at me and then started grinning.

"Your GIRLFRIEND!" he exclaimed. "You did REAL well for yourself, Linda. She's a REAL looker. And she seems like a nice girl."

"Thanks, Sam," I said. "There's a story to go with it, maybe I'll tell you about it sometime." I paused. "You know me, Sam, I haven't exactly been burning up the bed sheets lately..."

"Lately?" he snorted. "Linda, I've known you for eight years, and I can count the number of real girlfriends you've had in that time on my old hunting dog's right front paw...and he ain't got one!" He slapped the table to emphasize his point, and his heap of fries collapsed, probably in fear.

"Well, anyway, what I wanted to say, Sam, is....I think she's the one." He looked confused, then he understood.

"This is your One True Love, Linda? Well, congratulations," he said. "I guess it was never fair that you escaped the torture us married men have to go through," he teased. "No, seriously, that's great news."

"Thanks," I said. "But I've been thinking, in the back of my mind, as soon as I realized Virginia was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, that being a trucker, at least a long haul trucker, was gonna create some problems. How do you handle it, with a wife and kids?" I asked him.

"Honestly?" he asked. I nodded.

He paused, then shook his head in disgust. "It's hell." 

I had never before seen the expression of sadness that passed over Sam's face. 

"I've been married twenty five years, got three fine kids, and I don't know any of them OR my wife. We tried having her come along with me on these trips, it didn't work, you can't build a life on a truck. And I COULD have cheated on her, you know how it is, but that wouldn't feed my hunger for real companionship. And besides, that's not the kind of person I am, or want to be." He paused again. 

"Truth to tell, Linda, if you want to have a life with this woman, get out of the long haul business, I can't say it any plainer and up front than that."

His words depressed the hell out of me. Long haul trucking was pretty much all I knew. But I DID want a life with Virginia....and little Virginia. And I still don't mean her pussy.

"But hey, I didn't come over here to bring you down, honey," he said. "I came here to EAT." And Sam then tucked into that meal, and I could see it didn't stand a chance against HIM. Just then, Virginia came back from the ladies room.

"Hey hon," I said. "Everything okay?" I was wondering if she'd had another bout of morning sickness. 

"Oh sure," she said. "So, what are you two talking about?" I looked at Sam, but he was busy inhaling half of a Double Whopper.

"Ahh, just the same old road stuff. Nothing important." Virginia snuggled next to me, and we finished our salads. We all finished our meals, and got ready to leave.

As we were walking out, Sam said, "By the way, Linda, Alex Arneson at Betelgeuse Trucking is opening up a division for truck rentals. It's supposed to compete with U-Haul, but for commercial use vehicles, not mom and pop rentals. He needs a general manager, and is looking for someone experienced with commercial trucking. It sounds like it would be perfect for you." He looked me in the eyes - I could see the conflict there. 

"I thought you should know, what with your situation," he finished. Alex Arneson was a long time competitor to Arcturus, based in the South, unlike Arcturus, which was based in Los Angeles. He was always on the lookout to steal people from Arcturus, usually by waving a lot more money at them. I looked at Sam.

"Thanks, Sam," I said, patting his solid shoulder. He smiled, a little sadly I thought, waved and walked away.

"What did he mean by telling you that?" Virginia asked.

"I think he gave me something that was very valuable to him. When he said that job would be perfect for me....that meant it was perfect for him, too. He just...handed it to me." I was troubled by the information Sam had given me. I didn't know what to do.

I explained to Virginia about my prior conversation with Sam, and what the information could mean to one of us. She looked anguished. "Oh, man, Linda, I would want that so much for you, but then that would mean it was for me, too, and against your friend......being grown up is tough."

"Yeah," I said. I sighed. "Why don't we get our asses to Atlanta, and see how things go." 

We walked back to the truck. I refilled our fuel tanks, then we headed up I-20 towards Atlanta. We had about a two and a half hour segment, and I figure we'd get to our motel by three PM, just missing the buildup of commuter traffic. Atlanta's probably the city I hate dealing with most because of its traffic, but that's made up for by its many gay and lesbian clubs. It's one of the most progressive cities I've run across for gay social life, and I did appreciate that.

I thought we'd go to Outwrite Bookstore and Coffee House in midtown Atlanta for dinner, rather than one of the bars or clubs. Virginia couldn't drink anyway, so bars lost a lot of their attraction, and neither of us obviously was looking to meet a hookup, plus we were leaving at two AM that night, to get to my first stop in Greensboro by eight AM. Virginia found us a Comfort Inn on I-20 in East Atlanta. It would cost us a bit to taxi to Outwrite, but that was easier than trying to find a clean motel with truck parking inside the metro Atlanta area. Being on the east side, we could get out of Atlanta without running into an unexpected late night accident causing traffic blockage.

Traffic was unexpectedly light in the Atlanta Metro area. I pulled in to the Comfort Inn's parking lot, found a satisfactory spot, then secured us a room. "Oh, this is nice!" Virginia exclaimed when we put our stuff in the room. "This is like our honeymoon cottage."

I was overcome with emotion on hearing her say that. "Oh, Virginia, I love you SO much," I whispered, as I took her in my arms. "You don't know what you mean to my life," I said, my eyes tearing up.

"I know, baby...I know," she said, patting my back as I engulfed her in my arms. I never wanted to let her go.

But then I did let her go. If this was like a honeymoon cottage, we'd damn well better treat it like one!

I slipped out of her arms, and put my hands on the brown leather belt at her waist.

"Mmmm, what are you doing?" Virginia giggled, though she made no effort to stop me.

"Unbuckling your belt," I murmured. My fingers felt clumsy in my haste.

"Why?" she asked, although I think she knew very well.

"So I can get your jeans off," I muttered as I pulled the belt end out of the buckle.

"Why would you want to get my jeans off?" she asked, teasingly.

"So you don't have anything between me and your pussy," I replied.

"Why would you want that?" she asked, as I unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them to the floor.

"Because I want to lick your sweet little cunny," I said, pulling her white cotton panties off her hips, taking them off each foot, and then throwing them in a corner.

"Why on earth would you want to do that?" Virginia whispered, wriggling her sweet ass and bare hips.

"Because you tell me it feels nice," I said, pushing her back on the bed. I noticed that her slim legs managed to spread a little wider when she got herself settled on the bed.

"Why would I think it feels nice?" she teased, a slightly more anxious edge to her teasing.

"Because you like feeling my rough tongue rub over your wet pussy lips, and fuck into your hot pussy, and scrape over your little pink pearl," I said, then got down to business.

"Why would I - ohhhhhhh," she said, then stopped using real words.

I lay on my stomach, my face at her sweet little hole, tonguing along her swelling, hot labia, sniffing the hot, sweet, musky smell of her slit, which was visibly moistening as her excitement grew. Virginia groaned, her hands in my hair, her hips thrashing as I moved on to slipping my tongue inside her glistening slit, a dark pink vertical opening between her legs.

"Unnngh," she said, as I fucked into her hot hole just a few times, then inched myself forward until my lips were above her light pink clit, erect and exposed. As she continued her running commentary, I fastened my lips around her little knob, squeezed on it, and then rasped my tongue over her clit, and she erupted with an orgasm that was both loud and active.

"Ohh god yeah baby lick my pussy so sweet that's it yeah lick my wet hole ooooh deeper deeper fuck ohhh FUCK inside me now oh deeper please god oh do me harder harder oh oh my clit's so wet and hard and ready put your mouth on her god yeah yeah YEAH ohmigod yes yes YESSS fuck me so goooooood!!!"

You see, Virginia and I had discovered that fucking each other all night long was a good thing, and that we were pretty good at it, but all night long fucking didn't mesh well with getting up early. So, we'd decided to make each other cum quickly, sort of to take the edge off, and take our time making love whenever we got the chance.

So after Virginia came, I let her catch her breath as I snuggled with her, then we kissed. "Mmm, I like your perfume, sweetie," she said, as her lips and tongue strayed from my mouth to my cum-wet cheeks and chin.

"Thanks, it's organic, and locally grown," I mumbled back, anxious to feel her hot lips on mine, and then her mouth on my own hungry pussy. It had been too, too long since we'd been getting busy making love, and while Virginia had at least one cum, I hadn't cum on her in some time. I quickly unbuttoned and pulled off her red check cotton blouse, my mouth watering at her perfectly shaped breasts and her erect nipples.

Then I lay on my back, and quickly unbuckled my own belt and shimmied off my jeans, as Virginia lay on her side grinning at me. "Whatcha lookin' at, Ace?" I growled.

"Oh, I just LOVE a butch dyke," she said in a little girl voice. I pulled down my panties, then sat up, and pulled off my golf shirt, so that I was fully naked too. Virginia jumped on me, and began kissing my breasts, then taking my nipples in her mouth, and softly sucking on them.

"Ahhh," I moaned. "That feels really nice." Virginia used a nice mixture of soft kisses and little nips with her teeth to make my nipples so hard that they nearly hurt. I massaged and caressed her upper back, warm and smooth, as she pleasured my breasts.

Finally, though, I growled, "Now it's MY turn to cum, bitch!" and rolled her onto her back. Sitting up, I straddled her warm, feminine body, my thighs on either side of her breast, and moved myself up so that my pussy was at her face. "Lick it, bitch!" I ordered her.




Willing Ch. 07



"Oh, no, please, I've never..." she protested, getting into the swing of things. "Not with a woman!"

"Eat my wet hole, cunt! I'm gonna make you LOVE being fucked by a woman!" I pressed my slit against her mouth. "I'm gonna make you BEG to have a woman fucking your mouth, and your sweet little pussy, so hot and moist...and your tight little brown hole..."

"Oh god, please, no, I'm a good girl," she pleaded. "Don't make me kiss your vagina, I've never even seen another woman's private parts...it's too much!" I ran my forefinger down my wet slit, covering it in my cream, then brought it to her nose. She tried to turn away, but I had her pinned.

"Oh, the smell," she said. "It's so strange to smell another woman....her pussy...so different..."

I slipped my wet finger between her lips. "Oh, the taste....your vagina is so wet...so hot...oh, it tastes...oh god, it tastes so nice! You're forcing me to taste your pussy...no, it's wrong, you're trying to turn me into a lesbian...make me want to eat women's hot, wet cunts..."

"Eat it, you little slut, eat my hole," I growled.

"Oh, you're forcing me to lick your pussy, your hot cunt, licking your fat pussy lips, your wet, hot hole, your stiff and hard clit, ohh..." I began rocking into her face, and Virginia began attacking my mons with her lips and tongue expertly, licking up my cream and teasing my sensitive flesh with her sweet tongue, building my anticipation to climax.

"Aah, fuck, you're making me so hot, baby. Lick my hole....yeah, that's it....ohh, my clit, ohh squeeze it....yeah.....aaagh, my clit, I'm cumming....FUCK, I'm cumming sweetheart!! Fuckkkkkk!!" I spasmed, my thighs reflexively trying to squeeze shut on her head. I held them open, and Virginia slowed her oral contact on my pussy, knowing that I would be sensitive after cumming on her. I slumped after the release of tension, then crawled off her sweet body, and lay next to her, cuddling, loving the feel of her warm body next to mine. We kissed and just snuggled, then both fell asleep.

We napped for about two hours, warm in each other's arms. We awoke, still in each other's arms, still warm and comfy. "Hi baby," I murmured to her, as I watched her eyes flutter open.

"Mmmm, hi sweetie," she said. "What time is it?"

"Umm, about five, I think," I said, turning to look at the bedside clock. "Yeah."

"Guess we better get going, huh?" she said.

"Yeah, okay," I said. "Let me freshen up, though. I've got your cum all over my face." Virginia giggled.

"Yeah, me too. I like it," she said.

"Maybe so, but still....if you walk into a lesbian coffee house smelling like that, they'll ALL want a piece of you." 

"Would that be SO bad?" Virginia mused. "Having two or three women on me?" She grinned at me.

"More like fifteen or twenty," I said. "And some of them might be overweight. You might get crushed."

"I hadn't thought of that," Virginia conceded.

"That's why you have me around," I said. "I can keep the riff raff off you." I sat up, then headed to the vanity sink. Virginia got up as I was bent over, splashing my face. I felt her hands on my bare ass.

"You've got a nice ass," she observed. "Maybe I should kiss it....or something." Her finger slipped between my cheeks. I was SO tempted to let her continue.

"Heh, I'd like that, but later, okay? Or else we'll never get our night out on the town."

"Spoilsport," she pouted. I grinned at her.

"Look, the chances of a chick as hot looking as you getting through the night without getting fucked by some random lezzie, are pretty damned slim. So just be patient." She chuckled.

"I'll hold you to that."

"Okey-dokey," I said, as I grabbed a small towel, wet it with hot water, then towel bathed myself. Then I wet another one and threw it to her. "Your turn, sweetie."

I watched as she also dabbed at herself. I just shook my head. How did I end up with a chick as beautiful as Virginia?

"What are you wearing tonight?" I asked her.

"Um, this place is pretty casual, right?" she asked, looking a little apprehensive.

"Oh, god yeah," I said. "Jeans, shorts, skirt, dress, mink stole, tuxedo, whatever, is fine there."

"I think you'd look GREAT in a tux," she said, rubbing up against me. "Sexy, and butch, and dykey.....and kinda feminine, too." She kissed my cheek.

"Think my tan skirt and white blouse'll be okay?" she asked. "It's pretty much all I have for dress up until I get to my parents, and until I get settled with you. Everything I have otherwise is back in Bullhead City, and there's not really enough there to go back for, at least immediately." I nodded.

"Yeah, you'll look great," I said. "I'm wearing jeans and a golf shirt."

"A change from your usual golf shirt and jeans, huh?"

"I wanted to do something different," I said. Virginia nodded.

"It's daring, but I think you could carry it off. And on the bright side, it's not flannel." Virginia called for a taxi, and five minutes later it appeared. The driver took us across town to Outwrite in record time (especially for being around rush hour), and Virginia looked at the place skeptically. It's in a strip mall.

"All the goodness is inside," I said. "Like me."

"Well then, it's probably absolutely outstanding," Virginia said, and took my hand in hers. We entered, and found ourselves a seat in a booth, after walking past and through the diverse collection of books.

"Hey, this place is nice,"Virginia said, looking around. "And it's for gays and lesbians?"

"It's frequented by gays and lesbians, and it's certainly got a lot more works by gays and lesbians than most bookstores, but it's for anybody and everybody," I said. And there were plenty of obviously straight couples, as well as men together and women together, whatever their orientation. Plus the usual scattering of singles found in every bookstore.

Virginia and I ordered, soup and a sandwich for me, and a salad and sandwich for her, and both of us got iced tea, sweet of course. As we were eating, I noticed a nice looking blonde, about my age, walk in with a woman maybe twenty years older, and thought to myself, 'there's Virginia and I in around twenty years'. Except maybe we'd have a teenaged boy or girl with us, complaining about something. It gave me warm feeling, and I could only hope it came through. 

The female couple sat down in the booth behind us. They were engrossed in conversation, and it was almost impossible for both of us not to hear what they were saying.

Blonde: "So, this is how it went down."

Older woman: "Okay, let me hear it."

Blonde: "I was on vacation on the island of St. Martin. I had planned on it being a trip with my boyfriend, a nice, restful fuck fest - we're both usually so occupied with our separate businesses, that making love at home is impossible. On vacation, it's the goal, right?

Anyway, that was before I found out about his two girlfriends on the side. When I confronted him, you know what he said? "Would you be interested in a threesome?"

Can you imagine that? As IF I would want to do it with another woman and him. I told him to take his dick and shove it up his own ass, and shove his two floozies there, too. Then I canceled his ticket, kept my own and the reservation at La Samanna Resort and went on my own. If need be, I could find a cabana boy or something to keep me occupied, and, if not, I could just relax, far away from grasping, grubby white collar Wall Street ass holes.

The beach there, Long Bay, has a reputation as a 'quiet and romantic' beach. Well, that would have been great if I had a boyfriend to be romantic with. The problem with 'quiet and romantic' beaches, is that there's nothing else to do there. That's why they're quiet and romantic.

So I just had to make the best of things, and enjoy the sun, surf and food. I had the sweetest room with a lovely ocean view, and a wide balcony. I had great plans to sit out there, and watch the sunset while I enjoyed some of the fine French wines available on the island. Mornings I planned on starting with breakfast at the restaurant on the veranda. I was a little disappointed when I got to breakfast at about 8 AM, to find about half the tables filled with couples only...so I'd be the wheel without a bicycle. Ehh, but I was determined to take this vacation however it came, and enjoy myself.

There was a wonderful selection of tropical fruits, so I ordered the fruit plate, yogurt, orange juice, and coffee. As I was waiting for my selection, a rather attractive young woman came in, and looked around, She saw me sitting alone, and smiled graciously but noncommitally at me, then chose a table near mine.

The waitress took her order, and it occurred to me that I could start my vacation by meeting someone who wasn't already tied up with another conversation partner. "Excuse me," I said. 

She looked up, quizzically. "Do you speak English?" I asked.

She smiled. "Yes, mais oui."

"Are you dining alone, by any chance?"

"Yes, unfortunately," she said, looking around at the couples engrossed in each other.

"Would you care to dine with me?" I asked, feeling especially forward.

"I would be very pleased," she said, and got up and came to my table. She took my hand in hers, and we shook briefly.

"Gabrielle Delacroix," she said. "It is mine the pleasure."

"Susanne Marler," I replied. "Pleased to meet you."

She seated herself opposite me, and smiled. "Now comes the difficult, the ice crusher, no?"

 

I laughed. "Do you mean, 'the ice breaker'? Yes, sometimes that is the hard part. How about I start?" Gabrielle nodded, her smile lingering at her mouth, but quite alive in her green eyes. Her hair was long, and blonde, fine like cornsilk. If I hadn't heard her accent, I could have thought her a California surfer girl. She looked about twenty-five.

I told her my story - that I was a stockbroker from New York City, that my boyfriend had managed to mess up our vacation, and that I was just looking to have some fun. She could see that I was a bit older, as I'm thirty-five, and my brown hair and brown eyes were equally obvious.

"Yes," she said. "I work for the government of the French Republic, in Paris."

"Oh, what do you do?" I asked.

"Well, I am only a manager in my agence, it is called Direction générale de la concurrence, de la consommation et de la répression des fraudes, it is something like your American Consumer Product Safety Commission, with whom we have much intercourse, as many fraudulent activities begin in one country but end in another."

"My lover too was unable to come now, but will join me later in the week. But we are both free to do as we like, we are French, no?"

"Really?" I said. 

"I am pulling your foot, your leg, I mean," she said, laughing. "Americans have opinions of the French, no?"

"No, I mean, yes," I said, smiling at her wit. "Yes, we certainly do."

"Well, often it is deserved," she sighed. She hesitated. "Would you perhaps be interested in us, in you and I, being together today to have some fun? There do not appear to be many others to join us..." she gestured to the couples around us. 

"I think I'd like that," I said. "Although, I wasn't planning on doing all that much today. It's my first day here, and I thought I'd spend it on the beach."

"Excellent!" she said. "If you would allow me to join you, it would be very pleasing." Odd construction, but I got her point. We made our plans to return to our rooms and change after breakfast, then meet at the gate to the beach entrance.

Gabrielle was quite charming and intelligent, and her English was far better than my French would ever be! She was attractive, not a raving beauty, but quite lovely, and very feminine. I felt comfortable with her, and speculated that it was probably better there was no man here, at least for us today, as I am very competitive. I suppose that's my nature, it certainly reflects in my work.

I found her mannerisms charming, and felt attracted to her as someone I wanted to spend some time with, someone I wanted to know better. We both finished our excellent breakfast, and as we parted, agreeing to meet later, she put her hand on my arm, then leaned in and kissed me, lingeringly, on my cheek.

I felt a tingle there, where her lips touched me, and smiled at her. Our eyes locked for a few seconds, and she whispered, "I will count the minutes until we meet again, cherie."

I felt dazzled by her. She was so different than the other women I ran into in Manhattan, so business-like, and frankly, trying so hard to be masculine. Gabrielle was quite the reverse, dazzlingly feminine.

 

I returned to my room, and caught up with a few work-related things on my laptop - yes, even on a pleasure trip I felt the need to at least stay connected with work - then tried to decide on what I would wear. A bathing suit, obviously, but which? I decided to stay somewhat modest, and chose my Burberry Check bikini in blue, to show off my nice, but not overwhelmingly beautiful, body. 

Modestly-sized breasts, hips that I think are a shade too wide, at least my thighs are attractive enough. Frowning, I looked at my butt in the mirror. Flatter than I would like....ah well, nothing to be done about that. Besides, was I dressing to compete with this French girl - no doubt she had the latest outfit, and the body to fill it out - I'd probably regret getting in a competition with her. From what I'd seen in her cotton blouse and skirt at breakfast, she could stun if she wanted to.

I put on a white cover up, then walked down to the beach, picking up a blanket and beach towel from the pool boy - sadly, he was twelve years old - a little out of my range of interest!

I was waiting at the gate only a minute or so, when Gabrielle came down, wearing a short beach robe over her suit. She was beautiful already, and her smile was sweet and dazzling.

"You look so beautiful, ma cherie! You could be a wonderful delicacy for someone very lucky!"

"Thank you," I said. "But I think you are stunning." She took my arm in hers.

"Let us begin our adventure, yes?" 

"Um, okay," I said. We walked maybe a quarter of a mile along the white sand, our feet in the cool wet sand where the waves decide to return to the sea The hotel provided beach umbrellas randomly along the beach, so we found one that seemed perfect. There was tropical brush lining the edge of the beach about 150 feet from the water, and there was no one anywhere in sight on either side as far as I could see. Gabrielle seemed to read my thoughts.

"The couples, I think they are having an early morning interlude, no?" She meshed the fingers of her hands together, and grinned. "It is a very French thing to do, certainement."

I laughed. "We Americans are too go-go to think of that," I said. "But it certainly seems like a good idea." She laughed.

"Perhaps your stay on a French island will help you there," she said with a smile.

"Perhaps," I said, doubtful. I'd need a man for that, and so far the twelve year old pool boy was leading the sixty year old desk clerk by a nose.

"Well, let us settle here, it is acceptable?"

"Yes, it's quite lovely," I said, as I dropped the blanket, towel and my bag of stuff. She dropped her bag also. She helped me spread out the blanket, then arrange the umbrella so that we could see the water as we lay down, with the umbrella adjacent to provide shade if it became too hot, and also provide a modicum of privacy.

Immediately, Gabrielle removed her robe. I was surprised to see her wearing a rather quite modest two piece bathing suit. 

"Oh, your suit is very pretty," I said. "Where did you get it?" I expected that it was from some French couturier.

"It is from 'Venus,' on the Internet," she said. "From Florida, in your country." That was a little deflating! After Gabrielle pulled out a large bottle of fresh-orange scented suntan oil from her bag, she then removed her top.

She saw my expression. "Oh, have I offended you, mademoiselle?" she said. "I am so sorry-"

"No, no," I said. "Just culture shock, that's all. I kind of forgot that Europeans go topless on beaches. Please don't mind my provincialism."

Gabrielle looked at me appraisingly. "When in Rome..." she said, raising her hands, definitely a Gallic gesture.

"You think I should..." I didn't finish.

"Well, it is your choice. But I assure you that many women here will be sans tops....and bottoms, too. And you have a very lovely, a very charming body. You would not be embarrassed."

I looked at Gabrielle. Her breasts were larger than mine, perfectly tear-drop shaped, with large brown areolas, and small nipples. I wouldn't look so good in comparison to her, with what looked like C cups, but what the hell, I was supposed to be having an adventure, too.

"Um, okay," I said. I removed my top, and her eyes brightened. "Your breasts are magnifique!" she exclaimed. "And your pink nipples are so lovely. I am so regretful that my own nipples are so common," gesturing toward her chest.

"I don't know about Frenchmen, but in America, men prefer larger breasts," I lamented.

"Ahh, but in France, it is the shape, and the details about a woman's breasts which excites us. If she has a creamy complexion, if her nipples and areolas are pink, if the shape is just-so...these are things for which we look. And as for what men think....well, it is not important." She had a faint look of disgust on her face with the last sentence. Strange that she'd be down on men with her boyfriend coming to the island in a few days. At least I had a reason to be pissed at men.

Then Gabrielle handed me the lotion. "Please, you would apply it to me, yes?" She turned her back to me, without waiting for a reply.

"Sure," I said. I poured some in my hand, then began applying it to her back, as she gathered her long hair in her hands and brought it over her shoulder to her front.

"Ahh," she sighed. The cool lotion does feel good when first applied. I spread the slick liquid over her smooth back, her back and shoulders firm and strong under my hand. She lifted her arms, expecting me to spread it along her side and on her arms. I shrugged, and continued to massage the oil into her skin. I noticed she had a tiny patch of hair in each armpit.

"That feels very nice," she sighed. "You are very good at that." I smiled.

"I spent a lot of time on beaches as a girl," I said.

"I wager you were a very beautiful little girl," she said.

"Oh, why?" I asked, just keeping the conversation up.

"Because you are a very beautiful woman," she said, turning to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes locking with mine for a few seconds.

"Oh, thank you," I muttered, a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sensed that she meant what she'd said, and I wasn't used to 'the competition' giving a compliment, and actually meaning it.

"Seriously," she said, now turning to face me. "You are a very beautiful woman, and anyone who would double time you is a fool."

"Two time," I said, laughing.

"Yes, two time," she said, laughing herself. "My English betrays me often."

"It's very lovely, Gabrielle," I said. Searching for an equivalent compliment, I added, "and your voice is very nice." My eyes were fixed on her breasts. They were damn lovely.




Willing Ch. 07



"Ahh, but the rest of me is...not so nice?" I was shocked at the remark, and looked up to her face to see the merriment still in her eyes. "My eyes, they are up here, no?" I blushed furiously at her having caught me so easily.

"Gabrielle, I, I'm sorry-" I began.

"No, no, no, don't apologize, cherie. It is entirely natural to be curious about another woman's breasts, when it is not common to see them au naturel as we do in France. Here, I need lotion here, also." She took my right hand, and turned it palm up, then poured some of the lotion in my hand. Then she kind of thrust her chest out, toward me.

"Um..." I said, not sure what to do or say.

"You must apply it to me, I need the protection." Her logic was flawless. 

I tentatively began spreading the oil over her upper chest and shoulders, only gradually, shyly, approaching the swelling fullness of her breasts themselves. She said nothing, allowing me to caress and massage her soft, warm breasts, though I conspicuously avoided touching her nipples, which were erect and hard. I rubbed the lotion into her skin, even the warm, moist skin on the slight underside of her beautiful breasts, then to her stomach, down to the top of her swim bottoms.

Honestly, I enjoyed applying the suntan lotion to her. Her body was lean and firm, except in those places where we women are not.

"There," I said, signaling completion of the task.

"Oh, but you must do these, too. I must not burn here, they are too sensitive." She dribbled a small amount of suntan oil on each nipple and looked expectantly at me.

"Oh," I said, when I realized she was waiting for me to proceed. I tentatively took her nipples between my fingers, and rolled them to coat them in the high SPF oil. Gabrielle sighed as I touched her there.

"Thank you so much," she said, leaning forward and kissing me, this time on the mouth, again to my surprise. She giggled at the look of surprise on my face.

"Now it is my turn to please you," she said. 'Please me?' I wondered.

Gabrielle began applying the lotion to my breasts before I had more than a second to think about what she was doing. I knew it would seem churlish to object once she'd begun - besides, it felt quite nice. So I let her continue, and I was startled to hear myself moan with pleasure. Gabrielle said nothing, but her eyes were knowing.

When she gently rolled my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, applying the protective, citrus-scented oil, I felt a distinct thread of pleasure make its way from my nipples, down through my stomach, to my clit. It was beginning to feel like a dream to me.

"Ahh, there, I think you are done in your front," she said at last. I felt disappointment. "So I will do your back now." I obediently turned around to give her full access to my own back.

The feeling of her warm, strong hands and fingers on my back was nothing short of orgasmic - at least it felt better than any orgasm I'd ever had. She kneaded, and caressed, and massaged almost all of the tension out of my body, until I felt like a wet noodle under her touch. I again found myself moaning, but this time I wasn't embarrassed - I just didn't want her to stop!

It seemed like too soon when she said, her voice sounding reluctant, "that is all, cherie, your top is finished."

"Now you must decide," she said abruptly.

"Decide what? I sighed, still in an orgasmic glow.

"You must decide whether you wish to keep your bottoms on or not, so that I may apply the lotion to you correctly."

"Um, keep them on," I said.

"Oh, that is unfortunate," she said. "I would like to take mine off, so that I may get a correct tan, but I would feel strange if I do so and you do not." Well, she didn't seem to be taking into account how strange I would feel, but, I looked around. There was still no one anywhere in sight....and she HAD said that most people here went bottomless...didn't she? It's not as though there'd be any guys gawking at me, and I'd just be here with another woman. SHE wouldn't be staring at my pussy or ass - after all, she had those things herself.

"Um, okay," I said. "I'll take them off." I reluctantly pushed my bikini bottoms down, and to my relief, Gabrielle was looking toward the Caribbean waves, so I quickly lay down on the blanket, after some confusion about which part of me I'd actually be putting 'sunny side up.'

"Ah, are you ready?" she said, when she turned back to me.

"Yes, go ahead," I said, only a little trepidation in my voice. I thought to myself, that it really was time I grew up and got over the 'naked' thing. It was hardly adult or in keeping with the spirit of my adventure on a Caribbean island!

Gabrielle knelt next to me, the outside of her thighs warm against mine, then I felt a cool squirt on the back of my left thigh. I giggled, because it felt like somebody cumming on me, but cooler.

"Ah, it DOES feel peculiar, does it not?" Gabrielle sighed, followed by the feel of her talented fingers caressing in the lotion. Her fingers rubbed me along the outside of my legs, from the blanket, up to a center line along the back of them. Although it felt very sensual and soothing, there was little about it to excite me sexually. Still, I could have put up with such a pleasant sensation all week, and gone home extremely satisfied.

Then Gabrielle attended to the outside of my legs on the other side, leaving my ass and the insides of my legs to be done. I was curious how she would deal with those areas, and determined to let her have her way there, at least as far as applying the lotion was concerned!

Then I heard the lotion bottle make kind of a 'glop glop' sound, followed by the splash of liquid on the center of my left butt cheek, and the sound and sensation were repeated on the right cheek. Well, now I knew whether she'd cover my ass in lotion. Then she began to rub it in.

I don't know if you've ever had someone caress and massage your bottom. I don't mean when a guy grabs it because he wants to get a handful of a girl's ass, or when he's using it as a handle to get his dick deeper in your pussy, or, god forbid, your ass hole - I mean when someone is doing their utmost to bring YOU pleasure, by touching all the areas there that are forbidden in everyday life. 

Gabrielle MUST have been an experienced masseuse, or so I thought. It was the only way I could explain her knowledge of how to bring another woman such intense pleasure, and without involving her pussy and clit. Her fingers played varied solo pieces of music along the curves of my butt, always spreading lotion on unexposed areas, pressing, whispering over sensitive areas of skin, teasing areas she could not possibly have known were aching for her touch, as I had no idea they were.

Then she pressed the heel of her hand continuously into my plump ass cheeks, rolling her hand, moving it a few inches, rolling hard into me, again and again, over and over, the pleasure intense, incredibly so. I found every muscle back there, relaxing, sensitive to her touch, including that around my anal sphincter. I was afraid I might accidentally fart, and embarrass myself, given how even my sphincter was now relaxed. But, I thought it was a risk worth taking, I didn't feel as though I would do anything accidentally. In any case, all she did was massage me, but my lord, WHAT a massage!

After the intense kneading and rolling of my ass flesh, I thought there was nothing else she could do there to please me. And that was when I became aware that I was wet. That is to say, my pussy was becoming quite wet. I could feel moisture creeping downward from it onto my bare skin above my clit. I had gotten a full Brazilian for this vacation, and it was a shame that no one would be taking advantage of it. Then I considered that Gabrielle might, indeed, probably would, be doing my front. I could only hope she didn't see my pussy becoming wet under her touch.

My thoughts returned to what Gabrielle was still doing to my now quite delighted rear end. Her fingers and palms fluttered over my globes, fingers almost randomly touching and pressing me, and just as randomly, caressing me, building my excitement higher with each casual, yet studied, caress. 

To my utter shock, I felt a series of tiny, almost imperceptible orgasms course through me. With each touch of a finger, caress of palm, my heart changed its beat, my breathing turned rapid and shallow, my fingers and toes flexed, until I groaned, the pleasure....almost constant, but fortunately not overwhelming. How embarrassing to have a full blown orgasm after being touched by a woman, beautiful and sweet, or not!

"Oh, have I hurt you?" Gabrielle enquired, after a somewhat louder groan, following a somewhat more noticeable climax.

"Oh....no, just a slight cramp," I responded breathily.

"I am SO sorry," she said. "I have spent too much time applying the cream in one area, it can cause cramping I think." I felt her blessed fingers leaving me, and felt like screaming out, "NOOOOO!!"

But then I felt the familiar splash of viscous liquid on my inner thighs, and her talented fingers urging me to spread my legs. "You don't know how many guys have wanted that same thing from me," I thought to myself. But they didn't get it.  

She would - not that there was anything sexual going on, of course. I wriggled my legs apart, my head still resting comfortably on my crossed arms on the blanket, beginning to slip in and out of a doze, completely relaxed now.

Gabrielle' fingers and hands continued to apply the lotion to my inner parts of my legs, first coating and massaging my feet within her hands. God, a foot massage may be the next thing to heaven, I think! Then she rubbed more lotion in, traveling up my ankles, and calves, to the underside of my knees, and then to my inner thighs, sensation building inside me again, and as it was the route she seemed to be following, electricity coursing beyond my thighs to my pussy and clit.

These orgasms were only a little more intense, but there were so many. I had for so long imagined that each woman could experience only one orgasm during the course of being fucked, and then her pleasure was over. This was an entire other universe of orgasms - not one orgasm, but rather hundreds or thousands of orgasms; not intense pleasure, but rather pleasure washing over me - small, delicate, and in some very odd way, musical, causing me to moan; not bringing me to a peak of pleasure, followed by a valley of relief and absence - but rather just bringing me to a peak, building higher and higher, but no downward slide, no end to pleasure. 

I was confused by what was happening. Whether through design or accident, I was being led on a course to the most intense orgasm I would ever experience. How could I get out of this situation without embarrassing us both by cumming loudly when Gabrielle eventually began to apply lotion close to my pussy or clit?

"Well, what do you think - oh, hello," the blonde said, looking at Virginia and I, who were staring around the ends of our tall booth (rather comically, in retrospect) at the two women. They looked at us in amusement. "I'm guessing you heard my story," the blonde said, smiling. "Would you like to join us?"

Virginia and I looked at each other, and I nodded. We scooted around and joined the two, who were seated on opposite sides of their booth, each with a cup of tea in front of her. I was next to the blonde on the far side, Virginia seated next to the older woman, opposite us. The blonde began the round of introductions.

"I'm Lori Sommer, I'm an author of lesbian erotica from Colorado. This is my agent, Beverly Sanford, from New York City. I'm in town to do a little story research, and Beverly thought she'd bring me down some contracts for future projects. And you are..."

I introduced Virginia and I, leaving out much of our story, but mainly getting across that we were newly a couple and had wanted to have dinner at such a well known lesbian hangout.

"Hmm. You're a truckdriver?" she said, pointing to me. I nodded. "And you're a pregnant hitchhiker?" 

"Close enough," Virginia said.

"And you fell in love?" We both smiled, and nodded.

"You know, I think there could be a story in you two," Lori said.

"Really?" I said. Virginia smiled.

She added, "If you hear the rest of the story, you'll DEFINITELY think there's a story there! It's been quite a week," she remarked.

"Oh yeah?" Lori said, curious.

"Lori finds stories in nearly everything she does, or people she meets," said Beverly, the older woman.

"As a matter of fact, that's what I was doing, when you all 'accidentally' overheard us," Lori said. "I was reading Beverly the beginning to a story inspired by a woman I met on the flight down here. I wrote it on the plane as I was sitting next to her. I felt kind of rude doing that, but if I didn't write it down, the story would be lost. She was quite charming, but slightly pushy. New Yorkers." She shrugged. Beverly rolled her eyes.

"When I get it wrapped up, I'm thinking of calling it 'Interlude,' or 'Tropical Interlude,' something like that."

"You mean there wasn't actually a 'Susanne Marler' or a 'Gabrielle Delacroix'?" I asked.

"No, just me showing off a little," Lori said.

"Lori likes to do that to people," Beverly said.

"Well, you've got to admit, it's a great way to meet people," Lori said, grinning. "Besides, that makes this officially a business meeting and therefore tax deductible." 

She turned to Virginia and me, serious now. "Ladies, I have no doubt whatsoever that there are indeed both a 'Susanne Marler' AND a 'Gabrielle Delacroix' out there right at this moment on a beach somewhere. Probably not St. Martin though, because the sun's already gone down. Maybe Pago Pago or something. Anyway, the artist and woman in me both want to believe so much in the power of love, and its pure existence. I hope that IF those two DON'T exist, that maybe I can bring them into being, one way or another."

"Have you found your Love?" I asked the author.

"Thank god, yes. I have a lovely wife named Karen back in Colorado, and I can't wait to see her, and hold her, and, well you can imagine how I can go on..."

Well, we all had a great additional hour of conversation with those two lovely women, until Virginia and I had to beg off. We exchanged addresses with them, and I told Lori that I hoped we'd be able to get together with her and Karen sometime. She smiled and said, "The invitation is always open.' then she told us her agent would be happy to pick up our check, and grinned at Beverly, who looked resigned.

As we were walking out, I asked Virginia, "Did you think she was telling a story, or was she recounting something that really happened?

Virginia shrugged, and said, "She had ME fooled. And it was VERY enjoyable. I wonder where we could find her stories?"

"I dunno, maybe on the Internet somewhere. I don't think she publishes under the name 'Lori Sommer,' though. She said she used a pen name, 'Lisa' something."

We caught a taxi that got us back to our motel. We freshened up, then slid into bed, happy to be in each other's arms again, and looking forward to the conclusion of our trip. After a long, comfortable kiss with the woman I love, I told her what was first in my heart.

"I love you, Virginia.'

"I love you, too."

We slipped into our short night's sleep.



Willing Ch. 08



I awoke in complete and utter darkness, a strange tickling between my legs. As I ascended to the surface of consciousness from the depths of my deep sleep, I realized that someone - Virginia - was lying between my legs, her mouth on my pussy. Apparently she'd started without me, as my pussy was dripping wet, my clit was buzzing, and my entire vulva felt ready to explode with excitement.

"Unnh, uhh, Virginia, that feels so good....god, honey, you woke me with your licking....ohhhh," I muttered, groaning with unexpected pleasure, as my sweet, but apparently very horny, girlfriend continued eating me out. I had been dreaming that I was giving birth, while some man clanked a tin cup on jail bars outside my bedroom. I laughed to myself - my dream self had wondered why a baby coming out of my vagina had felt so good - now I knew!

"Good morning, baby," Virginia cooed, throwing the sheet off from over us, then returned to licking my swollen pussy lips, and lapping at my wet slit, and occasionally lightly kissing my clit. I lifted my hips up, stretching with pleasure, and loving the feel of her warm lips on me. My hands clenched the mattress on either side, twisting the sheet fiercely, as ecstasy coursed through me, spasms of pleasure wracking my body.

"Oh god, Virginia!" I yelped. "My clit's on fire, your wonderful tongue is driving me crazy!"

Virginia giggled, and reached up, over my stomach, to hold my breasts in her warm hands, caressing, massaging, squeezing my small breasts, flicking her thumbs over my nipples sharply, making me jerk as bullets of pain/pleasure tore through me, straight to my cunt. "Unnh!" I grunted, cumming over and over, my ass thrashing on the mattress. "Fuck me....fuck me," I moaned, as she fucked deep into my hot slit with her sweet tongue.

I felt overwhelming waves of love radiate through me, desire, lust and love for the sweet girl who was getting busy between my thighs. I wanted to reciprocate all the pleasure she was giving me. But she mock-slapped my hands when I tried to pull her up over me.

"No, no, no," she lectured me. "Mommy's gonna make you cum again....her own way." I moaned in frustration, but I was rewarded when Virginia finally moved up and lay on top of me, our breasts and stiff nipples pressing together, and then again when Virginia kissed me, her face and cheeks creamy with my cum, redolent with my own feminine smell....and taste.

I licked her, when she wasn't hotly kissing me, loving the feminine smells on her, from both of our hot bodies. I so wanted to lick every part of her sweet body, but it was clear that she wanted to fuck me, and wouldn't tolerate any nonsense. It was a pleasure to be dominated by her. 

"Now, baby, you're going to get a nice, hot and slow fuck from your lover girl," she whispered in my ear. Then she sat up, her warm, full breasts resplendent on her chest, and I ached not to be able to just kiss those cute hemispheres. She arranged herself so that our legs were scissored together.

She rested with her ass on my left leg, her left leg under my right leg, and her right leg along my side, then slid herself slowly into me, the heat and moisture of her pussy radiating over my thigh, then onto my own cunt - I imagine she felt the same. Soon our labia were nuzzling each other, then kissing wetly and hotly, our pussies sharing our heat and moisture, our clits trying to kiss too. I think we both knew that our clits rubbing together would make us explode unbelievably.

It's not as easy as you might think, both of us breathing heavily with excitement, and women aren't exactly built to match up pussy to pussy without doing a little bit of docking together. But when Virginia lay herself along my right leg, and began kissing my foot, and I did the same with her, then we started to sync, our pussies really coming together, and things got REALLY hot. I have NO idea where Virginia figured out the whole thing, it's not as though she were some super lez.

"Mmmm, this is different, baby," Virginia laughed, as she kissed the top of my foot, and humped her pussy slowly and softly into mine. Then I felt her lips close around my big toe - my baby girl was sucking on my toe, while she fucked her cunt into me.

"Ohh, nice," I moaned, then sucked her big toe into my mouth. It was weird, I'd never done anything quite like that. It tasted nice, after all, it was Virginia's - anything of hers would taste good to me, lol. Then I went from toe to toe on that foot, sucking each of them like little dicks, or more like big clits - a far nicer image for me!

We got into a rocking motion, sliding our wet pussies against each other's hole, enjoying the heat and wetness and excitement that we were feeling for each other, as we sucked on each other's toes, sweet little female toes sliding in and out of our mouths. The pleasure was building inside each of us, and anticipation of the ecstasy the other would feel was in turn making both of us hotter, and more sensitive to the stimulation at our pussies, and at our feet and mouths.

Eventually, both of our mons were smeared with a mixture of our clear female lubricants, slick fluid dripping all over our mounds, lips, clits and slits. The wetness was enabling our labia to mash more closely together, and soon our clits were brushing, then touching, then kissing together, erect, sensitive clit kissing erect, sensitive clit, thousands of nerve endings in each tiny, pink pearl massively stimulated with every movement of our bodies together.

"Unnh, unnh," Virginia moaned. "Oh, Linda, I'm cumming, I'm cumming.....I can't hold it off, ohhhh!!" Her body jerked and slammed into mine, figurative sparks flying from my clit as she crashed her crotch into mine, and we tried to join our pussies as one.

"Oh, yesss, I'm cumming toooo!" I moaned, as I experienced my second orgasm of the morning. "Oh, god, yesss baby," I sighed, as my body spasmed with pleasure, then collapsed, resting my head on her ankle. 'Great way to start the day,' I thought to myself, 'completely worn out from fucking my wife' (as I was now thinking of Virginia).

I crawled around to Virginia's recumbent form, and to my surprise, she was asleep! I looked at the clock on the night stand - we had another hour of sleep coming to us, thank goodness.

I lay with Virginia, fast asleep, pulled the sheet over us both, and suckled on one of her sweet breasts, softly tonguing and sucking her nipple, which became hard quickly in my mouth. It felt so comforting, I felt so loving and so loved, and quickly joined Virginia in sleep.

When I awoke to the sound of the clock-radio, I had Virginia in my arms and we were spooning, our usual sleep position. Her body was warm in my arms, her hair smelled of cum and shampoo, and I nuzzled her ear softly. "Time to get up, sweetie....again," I whispered.

"Mmmm, good morning....or night. Darn, it's still dark - do you ALWAYS have to wake up when it's dark? I can't even see you, baby," she complained. I heard her fumbling around, then the light snapped on as she found the lamp switch.

"Mmm, that's better," Virginia said, giving me a sleepy smile and kissing me, then snuggling her body into mine. "I feel so rested," she said.

"That's a bit of a surprise....you were a lovely little tiger," I said into her hair.

"Hmm....what do you mean?" she asked.

"You know....before," I said. Virginia lifted her head.

"Before?" She had a puzzled expression.

"Well, yeah," I said. "Umm, about an hour ago. You were all over me - it was wonderful. And then you tribbed me, both of us actually, til we came."

"'Tribbed?'" What's that?" she said, still puzzled.

"Like this," I showed her, putting the first two fingers of both hands in a 'V', and putting them together. "I didn't even know you knew about that."

"I didn't," she said. "Or at least, I've never done it, but I did read about it when I was on the Internet the other day - I wanted to be good for you." I laughed.

"Well, asleep or awake, you're the best lover I've ever had," I said. "Will you marry me?"

She smiled. "Of course, when we can some day, I'd love to marry you."

"No, I mean now. Or at least in the next month. We'll find some place where we CAN marry, so we have a legal certificate," I said. "Wedding dress, everything - at least, what we can afford."

She had a stunned look on her face. "You REALLY, REALLY mean it?" she said, her eyes searching mine. I nodded.

"You bet." 

"Oh, yes. Yes, YES, YES, YES!!!" She hugged me so hard I thought she'd crack my ribs. We kissed to seal the deal. 

Then I said, "You'd better shower. You've got my cum all over your face." Virginia looked blank. Then she touched her cheek with her fingertip, and found some.

"Where on earth did THAT come from?" she asked of no one in particular, smelling her finger.

After I turned on the water at the shower, I stepped over to Virginia, kissed her on the tip of her nose, grinned and said, "Clearly, it's a sign from heaven that you were meant to be married to me." I had never felt happier in my entire life. 

We shared the shower, which was becoming a habit - and a nice one, at that. I admired her sleekly wet body, as I soaped her down, cupping her full but firm breasts, her soft ass cheeks, and her beautiful pussy. She returned the favor, getting me clean, and re-stimulated, all over.

We dressed, then headed out on the road. 





Willing Ch. 08



"Ohhhh," she moaned, feeling me playing with her back door, even as I slipped my other fingers back in her pussy. "Yes," she gasped. "Fuck me!"

I pushed her back on the bed, her legs spread, her nightie wet at her nipples, her excitement causing her to lactate. And her panties were wet at her pussy - she was as hot as a firecracker, and anxious to be sucked and fucked, ready to explode! I slid between her legs, my cock again pressing at her pussy. I used my hand to move it along her thigh, the tip of my dick pushing the hem of the flimsy, sheer panties aside, to her plump pussy lip, then into her wet, dripping slit.

I slid my hard cock into her tight pussy, sinking deeper and deeper inside her wet heat, filling and fucking my sweet, sexy Virginia. She clutched me into her, pulling me towards her, wanting me deeply inside her.

"Oh god, your cock is so big inside me," she moaned. "You're fucking me so hard...so deep!"

I felt her fingers digging into my back - Virginia is especially expressive when we make love, biting my shoulder, and in this case, scratching my back with her fingernails, when she cums. Then she wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me even deeper inside her eager pussy. I fucked deeper inside my sweet, hot wife's hot hole, her heat surrounding me, her moisture dripping between us.

I thrust hard and fast inside her, then slowly withdrew my cock, teasing her with taking it out.

"No, don't take it out, please....I need you inside me," she whispered.

Then thrusting hard, again and again, causing a rapid intake of breath as she gasped with pleasure, at being fucked so hard and so totally. Her pussy was wet, slick and hot on me, her excitement dripping down her thighs to her ass.

Her nipples were leaking explosively, what seemed to be streams of her milk running down the sides of her breasts, staining the orange colored nightie, and even wetting the sheets.

Then we kissed, and she really went off. Our pussies came together as soon as our lips did, the thrust of tongues, and wet, hot mouths together making both of us reach heights of sexual ecstasy, thrusting against each other in ecstatic delirium. We both shuddered in pleasure as we came at exactly the same time, joined in pleasure as our bodies were joined.

"Ohh, Linda baby," Virginia gasped after our mutual orgasms had waned, "That was a fantastic cum. I love you being inside me, so sweet....so hot."

"I love fucking you, Virginia. I love making love to you. I just...love you, sweetheart," I sighed, my cock still deep inside Virginia's cunny, impaling my hot lesbian lover and wife.

We lay together, warm female body on warm female body, my strap on cock satisfying and filling my hot, sexy wife, and we gently kissed and embraced, loving each other's touch and presence. But we weren't finished. Small movements of our hips kept the dildo stimulating us both, and we were both very interested in further mutual pleasure. So, we weren't thinking of stopping anytime soon.

I lifted up Virginia's sheer nightie, which really didn't hide anything, just made it more interesting. Her stomach was exposed - she still had a little bulge from weight she hadn't lost, and which I found quite attractive - but her breasts were still covered due to an elastic band on the nightie under her breasts. I lifted the part of the nightie with the elastic, and tucked it under her chin, to look at her swollen breasts.

Each of her pink nipples had tiny droplets of milk, maybe a dozen per nipple, where she was leaking. There were wet streaks on her fair flesh, where her surfeit of milk had leaked during our just concluded raw fuck. Not for the first time, I leaned down and gently sucked her nipples, drawing out more of her abundant milk, which was sweet and warm. Virginia groaned with pleasure, her hands cradling my head as I nursed at my wife's breasts, feeling closer to her than I ever could have expected.

I nursed there for maybe five minutes or so, and Virginia and I could easily have finished that way, goodness knows, I nurse at her nipples nearly as much as Julia! But the process of nursing often stimulates a woman clitorally, and that was the case here. Virginia began to squirm, and I thought I might be too heavy on her, but when her hand 'accidentally' fell in her lap, and then 'accidentally' inside her panties, and finally, when her fingers 'accidentally' slipped into her pussy, I could see she needed some sweet relief.

I stopped suckling her sweet, hard nipples, then brought my mouth to hers, kissing her softly. Virginia moaned when she tasted the mouth full of breast milk I was dribbling back into her mouth, moaning as a stream of her sweet, white mother's milk caressed her pink tongue, her body shaking with an unexpected orgasm.

"Mmm, baby needs a helping hand, huh? Let mommy do you, okay? That way we can both have fun!" I slid further down Virginia's body, licking and kissing her as I went, and especially inhaling the scent of her lovely body. I reached the top of her panties - as sheer as they were, and as wet as she'd been, her panties overall were damp throughout, and like a wick, they carried her fragrance, the perfume of her cunt.

I slowly pulled her panties down, inch by slow inch, but only after I had thoroughly kissed those parts of her stomach, then her tiny, shaped patch of curly hair and the bare skin around it, from one side to the other. The feel and taste of her pubic area was so exciting and delicious, creamy and smooth, warm and responsive.

I slid her panties down completely off her hips, and over her feet, pausing to bunch them up and smell them - her mating scent was mouth watering. Then I slipped my hands and arms under her thighs, lifting them up to her chest, til her knees were touching her still leaking breasts - pink and so full of her warm milk for her family. But I was more interested in her pussy right now. 

Picking up her legs brought her pink slit up towards my face, and spread her lips slightly apart, to show a tiny bit of the glistening pink interior. As well, her tiny anus was also exposed, and Virginia now knew she was completely exposed, heightening her excitement. I began licking lightly at her damp hole - up along both swollen labia, hot, wet and dark red in color. Then my tongue circled her clit, also swollen from her excitement, and wet from her pussy, but without touching it. I didn't want her to cum too soon.

I licked down below the slit of her pussy, my tongue on its way to the earthier pleasure of her ass hole. Her fragrance and taste and skin texture changed, but became no less attractive to my hungry tongue and curious nose. I sniffed all around her there, Virginia's body is a complete smorgasbord of deliciousness to me, pleasure and reward wherever I go. 

My tongue teased around her sensitive anal ring, Virginia shivered as she felt my tongue wetly running over her hole, female cream running along it from her fevered pussy. 

"Umm, lick me there, baby," she whispered.

"Where?" I asked innocently.

"Umm, lick my ass hole," she said, throatily. "Stick your tongue deep inside my nasty, dirty hole, lick me all around, make me cum.....then kiss me, so I can taste myself on you, I want to taste my ass on your hot mouth, okay, sweetie?"

I groaned. I love Virginia's filthy mouth when we fuck. It makes the beautiful act of love into a naughty, dirty and SO exciting fuck - just the way we both love it to be between us! I licked all around her hot, puckered hole, tasting the tang of her sweat, and sexual musk and some other, earthier flavor. She squirmed, excited at having a woman's tongue far up her hot ass.

"God, yeah!" she exclaimed. "Eat my hole," she moaned. I thrust my tongue as deep inside her sweet, hot ass hole as I could, loving the filthy thought that I was fucking another woman in her ass with my tongue. Then I kissed her ass hole, pretending that her anal ring was her lips, and I tasted and sucked and licked her most intimate opening lewdly and hotly, saliva and the cum dripping from her pussy wetting that sweet little opening of hers.

Then I lifted myself up even with her body, my hips nestled between hers, and kissed her mouth, receptive and willing, her mouth opening to me even as I approached, my tongue, covered with all the flavors of her ass, thrusting into her hot mouth. She grunted with pleasure as she savored the smell and taste of her own ass from my mouth, our hips coming together, over and over as we both came again.

Then I pulled back from her, and looked down at her, so content in the glow of sapphic sex.

"Now it's time for my hard cock in your little ass," I growled. "I've made it nice and wet, and ready for a good, hard fuck!"

Virginia looked up at me with alarm. "No....not in my ass, that one's too big, it'll split me. Please...don't..."

Instead of taking pity on her, I reached down to both her breasts, and began milking her, alternating one, then the other. Months of practice had made it perfect. A small stream of her warm milk, geysering straight up five or six inches high, then falling back to cover her breasts, upper chest, and stomach, with a few stray squirts falling into and onto her mouth and face.

Virginia writhed with pleasure, as the focus shifted from her ass to her breasts and nipples. As she became more excited, a strange but familiar (to me) look came into her eyes.

"Oh yeah, baby," she growled. "Fuck my hole...shove that hot cock deep inside me, deep inside my dirty ass hole...fuck me SO good!!" She rocked her hips to emphasize her need for something hard, inside her, fast and deep.

I took hold of my cock, then brought it to her little, puckered hole, easing it in, first, past her anal ring, which was already slack with her state of excitement and need, then faster once inside her, until I was deep inside her ass.

Virginia sucked in her breath. "Aaah, good," she muttered, her head rocking from side to side as sensation from her ass filled her brain. Her own hands were squeezing her breasts now, random spurts of sweet mother's milk squirting over her and me both, as I fucked in and out of her, using the same technique I'd used on her lovely pussy.

My excitement grew as I ploughed her hole, and the inside of the dildo pressed onto my clit. I put my hand between her thighs and squeezed her mons, my thumb on her clit, tapping it.

"Aah, aah," Virginia gasped, as my light taps on her moist, pink pearl sent her over the edge.

"Aaaaah, yes, damn, yes, I'm cumming, cumminng....oh fuck so good..." she moaned as I came at the same time, both of us joined in mutual ecstasy, our bodies thrashing together in pleasure and love. Eventually, I slowly withdrew the dildo from Virginia's body. I unsnapped the harness that held it on my hips and tossed it aside, and we lay together, two hot and sweaty women in a loving embrace, slick bodies joined, and we dozed, tired from our exertions.

About a half hour later, we both roused when we heard Julia begin crying, as if she knew it was time for our love break to end. 

"Oh goodness, Julia cries and my breasts start leaking again," Virginia said, ruefully, the creamy white droplets already forming at her nipples.

I smiled. It was nice, having a family.