4 comments/ 10665 views/ 0 favorites In Search of April Ch. 01 By: DesertRoze I have been sitting here for two hours now, pouring April’s favorite white wine down my throat, letting it drown me to the point of numbness. I am alone in this little house by the beach, and I shiver with the chill of winter although it is actually late July. She has only been gone three days and already the color and song fade out of my world. My muse, my sunshine, my eccentric little piece of heaven, snatched away to God knows where…gone. April’s picture sports an impish grin from across the room, a look of pure and simple joy in her eyes. Her hair is dark and wavy, whipping this way and that in the wind. Her blue eyes are barely visible, as they squeeze shut when her round cherub cheeks smile so hard. Everything about her has always been willowy and childlike, even a bit fragile, but not that smile and definitely not that laugh. I love…loved the way she would throw her head back and let out the most unladylike laugh at any moment, uncaring at how inappropriate her timing might be. April is the one woman I have ever known to take every bit of happiness life can offer. She never whined, rarely complained, and I think I have seen her cry maybe once. Where is she? That’s the thought that keeps running through my head. The bed has been empty and after a week the scent of her hair has almost left the pillow. I finally caved and called the police three days ago, she did not leave of her own accord. She would not, and I saw some men watching her a couple of weeks back. Everything she owns is here, all her clothes with their soft fabrics and delicate patterns, her perfume, brush, even her poetry, scribbled down on napkins and old phone bills. Oh, my love, where could you be? I remember the first time we met. It was a sunny spring day, a bit cool still in late March. I had just gotten done with a big case, lost it actually. I could feel my world crashing down around me, and I knew for sure my spellbinding legal career was coming to a screeching halt. I left the courthouse and drove around aimlessly, until I wound up parking and making my way down to the beach. Now, if you know southern California, you understand that I had to make my way through a jumble of tourists, families, and those loathed wannabe Barbie and Ken doll high school and college kids who have nothing better to do then meander up and down the boardwalk. And here I was in my expensive suit and conservative haircut, sensible shoes and minimal makeup. Well, I thought with a chuckle, at least I fit that ridiculous dyke stereotype everyone keeps expecting from me. Anyway, I ordered a cup of coffee and sat down to people watch, hoping to get my mind off my impending career doom. I zoned out, dazed by the unexpected events of the day. It wasn’t until I heard her voice that I realized tears had been streaming down my face for some time. “Ummm…Miss? Excuse me?” I turned to see the most beautiful girl I have ever seen up close. She wore a pink floral dress with spaghetti straps under a white pullover and no shoes. Her hair looked healthy but unkempt, a soft mane around her round face and bright eyes. She was short, maybe 5’4, with a tiny waist and…okay I looked, firm, well rounded breasts. She held a notebook that looked like it had been totally soaked in water at some point. And, as I was soon to find out, she was direct. “You are so sad, I can’t help but talk to you.” Her look of distress was so sincere the tears just escaped more quickly from my eyes. I was about to throw out some stupid excuse, use the “allergies this time of year” bullshit line or some other nonsense, but something in her manner made me be so shockingly honest, I cannot believe it to this day. I simply told her “I lost the case.” “Hmmm?” She was confused, but at this point she sat down beside me, close enough for me to smell that haunting perfume of hers. “Oh, I’m sorry,” I told her, almost laughing “I am a lawyer, and this was my first big case. It could have made my career, but I decided to fuck it up instead.” “Everyone fucks up sometimes.” She reassured me. “If not, why would we need you lawyers anyway?” Her voice was so calm and matter of fact, I thought it was an insult at first. But then that smile I would grow to love spread across her face. She laughed that hearty lumberjack laugh of hers and I couldn’t help but join in. Soon we were both in tears, as fits of giggles overtook us. “I’m April.” She reached out for my hand. “Haley.” I took it, knowing I would never want to let go. Over dinner that first night, I found out April was a poet, working odd jobs when she needed to so she could support her carefree existence. She had moved to California from Wyoming because of her love of the beach. She had a free spirit, a gentle manner, and a good heart. And she thought I was beautiful. Nothing shocked me as much as that last revelation. She told me as we were finishing our delicious Italian meal that my eyes were breathtaking. I know they are my best feature, the pale green in nice contrast with my strawberry blonde hair. But how could this little doll-like creature find my tall gawky body so lovely? I had always thought I was awkward at best, my five feet, ten inches towering above most women and many men. My athletic figure was, while well proportioned, not what I would call sexy. But she adored me, it was clear in her every word and expression. I took her home that night, I couldn’t help myself. Her kisses burned with passion as she arched her back in my arms. The most delicious little moans began to escape her. We tasted each other’s lips and tongues out on the balcony for the whole world to witness, as I delighted in how sensitive her back was when my fingers gently traced her spine. “We should go in,” she huskily whispered in my ear. That’s when I knew she would not back out, not become bashful or regretful. I lifted her little body up easily in my arms and carried her to bed. So softly I laid her down on my bed, easing myself on top of her. Her body welcomed me, twisting and squirming so that our skin could touch as much as possible. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth down to hers yet again. I began to kiss and nibble her neck and earlobes, as her excited moans and whimpers became more urgent. “Shhh, nice and slow April,” I told her, as I climbed off of her and sat her up beside me. I undid the sandals she had put on for our dinner and threw them on the floor. Next came her white pullover. “Now the dress baby, let me see all of you.” She complied, letting her sundress fall to the floor in a soft swish of fabric. She stood before me naked except for a flimsy pink pair of panties. Her soft pink nipples were hard as her upturned breasts jutted out for me to watch. I had meanwhile taken off my own clothes and sat back to watch the show, rubbing a finger lazily around my pussy lips. I could feel myself getting wet. April stepped out of her panties and I saw her round shaved mound and almost gasped in wonder. I love the female body, but she must have been the closest thing to perfection I had ever seen. She walked over and sat on my lap, pushing her round breasts into mine. I have huge tits, which I now know she loves. She began kissing my neck, licking down in small circles until she captured my nipple between her lips. Her finger found my other one and lightly pinched it, sending shivers up my spine. I let her push me back onto the bed, as her tongue and hands explored their way down past my stomach to my trimmed wet pussy. With no hesitation at all, April parted my lips with her fingers and flicked her tongue over my clit. I let out a low guttural moan of frustration, trying to get her to lick me harder. April chuckled and continued to tease me, until with no warning she stuck her tongue deep into my pussy, quickly fucking me with it. She rubbed my clit with her fingers for a bit, then when she sensed I was close to exploding, stuck two fingers inside me and began stroking me quickly. I came within just a few minutes, harder then I had in years. She lay down beside me with a smug look of satisfaction on her face. “Haley, I love your pussy, your whole body!” She seemed so happy. I leaned over and gave her a penetrating kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. “Your turn darling….” We made love all that night, and two weeks later she moved in. We were so damn happy, I knew I could never live without her. She stayed with me for almost two years, and I had already decided she must be mine for life. She told me later she knew that first day on the beach we were meant to be together. I don’t doubt it, April seems to have a sixth sense about some things. My life was perfect, even while I was rebuilding my shattered career, I was never happier. Now she is gone, and I sit here waiting by the phone, hoping for any shred of news, of hope, of her. April was my springtime, born in early December or not. She was my completion, my inspiration, my life. Please, God bring her back, I silently prayed. I was shaken out of my misery by the sound of the ringing phone… To Be Continued… Let me know how you like this one. It is just a rough copy and I may change plot points and story ideas at some point. But I hope that you enjoyed my beginning. In Search of April Ch. 02 This is the edited, and I hope better, version of Ch. 2 in my April saga. I hope you will read my first story to get to know the plot and characters. I hope you like this, but as always am looking for any thoughts or suggestions of fellow writers. Let me know what you think and check out other chapters in the story as well. Thanks for reading! April tried to keep her eyes open as heavy waves of sleep washed over her tired and aching body. She knew it was important to stay awake, aware of her surroundings....but where the hell was she? She looked around and saw only darkness and confusion, jumbled shapes that didn't make sense to her drowsy and confused mind. Nothing hurt but her head really; all she felt was a dull ache in her left arm and shoulder. Damn it, she'd almost gotten away from whoever was in that car...But she must not have escaped. No, she vaguely remembered being driven away. After all, if she had gotten free, Haley would be here, making sense of this blurry world she now found herself trapped in. For some reason she couldn't understand, April's mouth wasn't forming words. She kept attempting to speak, only to hear a kind of moan come out, a foreign sounding voice croaking out of her own throat. Drugs, that must be it. They must have used drugs. But what did they want? April found that trying to piece together her abduction was nearly impossible. She thought something must be wrong with her memory, it was playing tricks on her just like her eyes. It was taking strings of events, tying and knotting them together, until she wasn't sure what happened. Dreams and reality, past and present, they were all undistinguishable to her. As her mind slowly began to clear, it gave way to more and more pain in her head. She felt as if she had a hangover or a bad cold. Through the pain, April again tried to piece her shattered memories together, though she had precious little to work with. There was at least one face she'd seen before, which now swam around in the turbulence of her pounding head. Yes, she had seen him at the market a couple of times as she picked up groceries. He'd asked her advice on which fruits to pick out, what wine went with what dinner, simple friendly conversation. He never even tried to hit on her. He was always so friendly...But then it wasn't unusual for April to start talking with a complete stranger. It happened all the time. But yes, she was almost positive he was in the car...why? Had they been looking for her? April had moved around a lot, even to some places Haley hadn't yet heard about. April wasn't the type to make enemies, she kind of floated through her life without much anger or fighting. Often, she was the type to remain unnoticed, although once someone got an idea of who she was, they usually cherished the time they were able to spend with her. She'd had lovers of course, male and female both. April fell in love with the person, not the gender, a concept that Haley had never been too comfortable with. April could not think of a single reason why someone would want to harm her, let alone who that someone might be. As April finally succeeded in fully awakening, she felt disoriented and a little nauceous. She was lying in a narrow bed, with one white pillow and an old brown comforter covering it. It was so dark, but that was probably good because of her continuing headache. There was only one tiny window directly across from her; it looked like just a tiny strip, much too small to crawl out. She tried to peer out the grime encrusted glass from where she was lying, but couldn't see much through the layers of dirt. However, a little sunlight somehow managed to sneak in and she was able to make out her surroundings by the light of the dusty sunbeam. The room was tiny, with only one door. Other then the bed, April didn't see much of anything, although the dust on the concrete floor looked like it had been recently disturbed. Looking down at herself, April realized she was still dressed in her pale blue sundress, with not so much as a rip in the ankle length skirt. She could feel her panties and bra still in place, and silently thanked God as she felt the light lace fabric move against her hot skin. Actually, April noticed with some surprise, she was pretty much unharmed. Inside the little shoebox of a room, the air was stale, and April's skin and long curls were sticky with sweat. She smelled nothing but old air. This room must not have been used very much. Flashes of fear and pain raced through April's panicked thoughts now and then, more so as she became fully aware of the predicament she had woken up in. She knew for sure there had been a forgettable looking grey van, which was nothing out of the ordinary really. Southern California was always full of tourists in the summertime months. She had been walking along one of the small streets, looking at all the souvenier shops, skimpy bikini selling boutiques, and other commercial touristy garbage in all it's glory, in one of those tiny crowded streets. She had been so near the ocean, near home too, and the air had smelled fresh and salty. The van was moving slow, most likely lost. Then that man, the one from the market, had rolled down the passenger window. He smiled and waved her over, saying he needed directions. Again, perfectly normal. April got stopped ten times a day in her travels with poor lost tourists and confused newcomers asking for some help. Then it happened, lightning fast. April remembered seeing the side door slide open, remembered hands reaching out to grab her, that white hot pain in her left arm and shoulder when she jerked her body away from the impending attack...there wasn't even time to scream. It was all coming back to her. Inside the van with it's heavily tinted windows her face had been covered and her nose plugged by a couple of hands. She'd opened her mouth to protest, only to feel a cold and nasty tasting liquid poured into her mouth. She had to swallow after what seemed like an eternity of holding that foulness in her mouth and trying not to breathe, she was about to pass out, her lungs had demanded air. Down the liquid had gone, scorching her throat as it went. Then, finally, the hand was removed from her nose and she was shoved down on the seat, into her assailant's lap. She had gulped in breath after breath of precious fresh air before she tried to speak. "Quiet," someone hissed, pushing a blunt object into her back. "Behave and no one will do anything too unpleasant. But if you want to be difficult..." The male voice chuckled, obviously enjoying April's fear. That's all it took for her. She shut up as they began to drive fast on what must have been a freeway. After awhile she became dizzy, even while she was lying down on the seat. She couldn't remember whether she'd tried to scream as the realization hit her that she was losing consciousness... Now she was here. April's heart began to pound as a feeling of dread overwhelmed her. _____ April tried to fight the panic attack that was setting in. God, she wished she could be more like Haley. She'd seen that woman stressed, afraid, even cornered. She was always stoic, catlike, her green eyes seemed to glow like lightening bolts ready to shoot out at any moment. April let out a sad sigh, thinking of Haley's soft honey colored hair framing her sweet face. Haley was never unnerved by any situation, at least not on the outside. Such strength and power, not like April. April trembled there in that hot nasty little hole of a room, weak and frightened. Haley might call it delicate. April allowed herself a small smile, thinking about how Haley refused to see any of her faults. Still, April wished she had her lover's ability to appear unaffected by anyone or anything. She had already paced the length of the room countless times, feeling along the walls for any way out. There wasn't one. She had screamed. She started out with "Hello?" Again and again she'd shouted, till her voice was hoarse and tears ran down her dusty cheeks. "Hello?" Nothing. "HELLO!" Nothing out there, not even the slightest of sounds. On and on, until finally, "HELLO? SOMEBODY FUCKING ANSWER ME!" Nothing at all but the dust floating silently through her one beam of sunlight in that awful window. This place was April's hell, a place without people or birds or breeze or real sunshine. Isolated, alone, anyone who knew her would know she'd most likely go insane in a matter of hours. Speaking of which, how long had she been sitting on that little bed, hidden away from the world? She supposed there was really no way to tell, all she knew is that the sun must not have gone down yet. . April's worst fear was that Haley would think she'd just decided to leave. After all, she'd done it before, woken up in one place and decided it was time to move on, and she'd told Haley all about it. April just hoped Haley knew that would never happen. The one thing that she was certain of was that her twenty four years of drifting from one place to another were finally over, she'd finally found the place she truly belonged. Maybe if her things had been left undisturbed, Haley would find her most recent poems and prose, all written to her. April remembered the pure pleasures of living with Haley. If she'd been at home this morning she would wake up to the sound of the waves breaking on the beach nearby, and smell the air, so sweet and salty and warm. Haley would always be up first, frantically late for work. At first April left her alone, but soon enough they had made up their own little morning routine. "No, stay home today", April would demand only half kidding, with a fake pout and wide eyes. "I'll make sure it's worth one silly day of work." "Oh, April baby, what do I do with you?" Haley would always come over to the bed where April was lounging, naked still from their fun the night before. She would reach up for Haley as she bent down, wrapping her arms around Haley's neck and bringing her down to the bed "I have to work....no, April, please...". She would then planted kisses gently on Haley's neck and shoulders, working her way down to Haley's beautiful full breasts. God, April thought Haley must be perfect. She'd been with women before, but never one she physically desired as much as Haley. As she imagined their morning games, she could almost feel Haley's skin beneath her fingers. "Just stay a little longer, an hour maybe." April would whisper this seductively in Haley's ear as she arched her body up to rub against Haley's, the feel of bare skin meeting bare skin driving both women wild. Haley always gave in, without a single exception. Making love in the morning was April's favorite thing to do, even more enjoyable then sex with Haley at night. At night they fucked, often both women would get wild, dirty, hot and wet with sweat and grunts and panting, all the things that go along with great sex. But in the morning they always went slow, always gentle, as they made love and both of them came time and again. Their passion was so intense that both of them could climax several times in a row in quick succession, and Haley was never too late to work. April knew how much Haley loved the feel of her mouth, she could bring Haley's beautiful pussy amazing orgasms by licking and sucking, gently stroking her clit with just the tip of her tongue. Haley did the same for her, only with the addition of a finger (sometimes two) inside of her tight shaved cunt. Haley knew that special place inside, just the right way to hook her fingers, making April buck her body, gasping and moaning, and within thirty seconds her cum would soak Haley's fingers and mouth. Never before had April felt such passion, such an overwhelming need to be with someone. So much for being a lonesome poet, all on her own. Even now, in this terrible situation, she almost forgot about everything imagining Haley's firm but gentle touch, and could clearly picture her wide smile that never came often enough. Haley's face was hard and full of angles during the day, a typical no nonsense down to business well practiced lawyer's face. But when they kissed, when they touched, all that poise and professionalism went away, and Haley became a gorgeous woman, full of passion, desire, and love. April almost smiled thinking of Haley's beautiful sculpted features, and the magnificent green of her big round eyes. So lost in thought, she almost missed the sound of the key turning in the lock. The room filled with a little more light, to reveal the silhouette of a tall man taking of most of the doorway. "Hello, April," the voice was deep yet cold. Before her eyes adjusted, she knew him. "Oh, my God! You?" April's heart plummeted in her chest. She now longed for the panic she felt before. This fear was much greater, deeper and more real. "So what is it that you want, Michael?" As the light adjusted, a slow grin spread across his mustached face. To Be Continued... In Search of April Ch. 03 Here is the continuation of Haley and April's story, told in Haley's point of view. Although I plan to revisit April once or twice along the way, I'm sure you can tell I'm much more comfortable writing as Haley. This is, after all, Haley's story of searching for her love, and should be told by her. Please have patience, as this installment sets up most of the rest of the story, and all that sexy writing we come to this site for. All comments are appreciated and I look forward to hearing from any and all of you. Thanks for reading. I was shaken out of my misery by the sound of the ringing phone... My hand trembled as it tentatively reached for the receiver. The phone rang once, twice, three times. I was in a daze, so afraid, so anxious. On the fourth ring I snapped out of it and picked up. "Hello?" My voice sounded hollow and empty, much as my house, bed, and heart felt. I sounded like a mixture between a bullfrog and someone with a heavy cold. The thought almost made me laugh, and I think I finally realized how scrambled my mind had become. "Hello, Ms Jennings?" All too perky a voice for my present state of mind greeted me. "No, I'm Haley Jenson. Can I help you?" "Oh, ah, yeah, Jenson, right. Anyway, I'm Christi Prentice and I was wondering if we could have a little talk about your missing...ah, friend. I need details for my story and was wondering if we could meet for-" "Who do you represent Miss Prentice?" I was rather annoyed. The police had released a statement, and our local news station had been kind enough to give it about thirty seconds of air time in the last three days. I'm not a big fan of the media anyway, having watched them scavenge for any bit of story they can get, be it true or false, on some of my bigger cases. "Look, Ms Jenson," she said this with an exasperated tone in her high pitched voice, which made it all the more unpleasant, "it's obvious to me something is going on here, and it would be a shame for you to hold back pertinent information due to wanting to keep your...ah, lifestyle choice a secret." I saw red. Who the hell was this little tabloid bimbo reporter to tell me what was right or wrong? How dare she treat me like this? I slammed down the phone without a thought. My heart began to pound and my eyes filled with tears. Damn it, I had worked for so long to attain the level of respect that I finally had in my profession. Sure, my colleagues knew who I was, and that April wasn't just a friend or acquaintance. Was I so sheltered by a group of kind and unobtrusive coworkers that I'd forgotten how some cruel people reacted? God, wait till this story got out. What would they say about me, about April? Had I done the right thing by calling the police? My head was spinning as I aimlessly paced around the house, my light buzz from the wine replaced by a sense of restlessness. Frustrated and alone, I decided it was time to get some real help. _____ I logged onto my laptop in the office of my little beach condo and began answering the tedious mountain of emails from the office, clients, and my family and friends. Many showed sincere concern about the well-being of my little April, and that calmed me down some. Thank God, some people really did care about her and what happened to us. I scrolled down the list, eventually burnt out on answering all the lawyer bullshit emails, and saw an address I hadn't seen in quite some time. It was a new email from ChloeBear317, an old girlfriend and close buddy of mine. Talk about a gift sent from heaven. The message simply read; Hi Haley, We haven't talked in awhile, and I miss ya baby! Let me know how you and that girl, I think her name is April??? are doing! Drop a line, I'm never too busy for old friends. Love and Kisses Chloe At that moment I knew what to do. Chloe had done work in private investigating, quite successfully in fact. I knew she had some lingering feelings, and that it might be awkward for both of us, but if ever I needed a friend, it was now. I wrote back; Chloe, I need your help ASAP. Can you get a plane down here this week? Haley She was on a flight the next evening. _____ Waiting at the airport, I was very nervous to see Chloe again. Although we hadn't dated in years, she was one of those girls you never really fall out of love with. She is a beauty, if I remember correctly, and her personality is equally captivating. We had met when we were both in our second year of college, working diligently at our pre-law studies, although she was a big political science nut. She had started out as just an experiment, some college fling. After all, I still thought I liked boys. She knew she loved men, but somehow we couldn't get enough of each other. Chloe was the outgoing type, not quiet and reserved like me. She was bubbly, exciting, always the life of the party. It was only obvious our relationship should have remained carefree and fun. But that was not to be. I think we both fell in love about a year after the whole thing started, and we fell hard. We moved in to some off-campus housing together and really made a go at it. I suppose I convinced myself that everything was fine, I was walking on clouds after all I felt so happy. But no illusion lasts forever, and that's exactly what Chloe and I were, an illusion. My dreams came crashing down to land somewhere around my feet when I came home one day to find Chloe in our bed with a man, fucking him like an animal in heat. I still remember to this day how their bodies glistened with sweat, how the entire house smelled of their lovemaking, the moans and grunts of two beings so hot for each other they were mindless. It was the dazed look in her eyes as he was pummeling her that really broke my heart though. It was a look I'd never seen from her, lusty and intense. The sheer satisfaction shone in her face, and in every movement her body made. As much as she loved me, and I know she did, it wasn't meant to be. But I could not bear to lose her entirely. We became good friends and kept in touch, although we drifted apart a little when she moved to Colorado. Thinking about it, I hadn't seen her in five years the day I picked her up from the airport. Chloe walked off the plane with her usual quick steps, everything she did was full of energy. She looked, if possible, more beautiful then I remembered her. Her long, natural blonde hair had been curled and styled, flowing down her back in waves like a waterfall. She wore minimal makeup to compliment her pale, creamy complexion. A light pink business suit covered her voluptuous body, accentuating her curves nicely. She was tall, though a few inches short of my five foot ten. Her body was lovely, she had an hourglass figure with full breasts and her hips and butt were pleasantly rounded. Her round face was at the verge of being chubby, her small features and delicately thin lips went oddly well with her plump cheeks. Her smile beamed, giving her whole face a warm glow as soon as she saw me. "Haley!" she yelled, running to me and embracing me tightly. Over dinner that night I told her about April. I talked about my love for her, our instant connection, even out first meeting on the beach. Chloe listened with the patience of a true friend, my confidant and one source of strength since this whole nightmare began. Once in awhile I noticed a look of something like pain or regret flicker across her face, but she never opened her mouth to stop me, simply nodded her head to let me know she was listening. I finished talking around midnight, sitting in my living room, with the view of the moon on the ocean waves. We picked at our Chinese food I'd had delivered earlier, but by now it was long cold and greasy. We decided to call it a night. Chloe told me how we should proceed. "Well, it's pretty logical, really. All we have to do is go through her old photographs, notebooks...does she have a date book?" I laughed and pulled out an appointment she'd jotted down on the very delivery menu we'd used to order the Chinese. "Ah, not the organized one I see. Oh, well, we'll figure it out." I knew Chloe was reserving judgment for my benefit; disorganization drives her crazy, as it did me before I met April and her never-ending chaos. I gave all of April's stuff to Chloe, in hopes that she would find a phone number or address which we could use. Chloe got settled on the couch, and then I went to my bedroom and got ready for bed. I knew I would sleep well that night, and in the morning I would be one day closer to having April by my side again. Chloe wouldn't let me down. _____ Chloe lay on the soft sofa unable to sleep. She knew she must suppress all those feelings of what might have been with Haley, but she couldn't get those sweet college memories out of her mind. Being a good friend to Haley was important. But what if this little Miss April had just run away, picked up and moved on? In her work, she had certainly seen stranger things happen. Maybe telling Haley the truth now would keep her from getting even more hurt after time, money, and heartache went into the search. Chloe let herself get lost in the fantasy. April had left to go write some stupid poem on a fucking Chinese food menu, never to return. Yeah, right, who would leave a girl like Haley? But maybe... Chloe could be the one to pick up the pieces, be the shoulder to cry on, the best friend, and eventually the lover. She hadn't been ready to admit what she felt for Haley in college, but she was now. In fact, she'd thought of Haley nonstop since their less then graceful breakup. Haley with her sexy strawberry blonde wisps of hair, her electric green eyes, her round coral colored nipples and huge breasts. Oh, she was a goddess! Chloe was amazed at how strongly she felt for this woman, no doubt sleeping by now in the next room. Her hand trailed down to stroke her own inner thigh, and she felt the dampness and warmth in the crotch of her panties. She slowly slipped a finger underneath the flimsy undergarments to feel her excitement, gently teasing her pussy and clit. She grew wetter and had to be careful not to moan too loud as she assaulted her soaked pussy with one and then two fingers, stopping every now and then to rub and gently pinch her hard little clit. With her other hand, Chloe reached under the night shirt she was wearing and played with her nipples, twisting and rubbing them one at a time. The fingers inside her cunt picked up a frenzied pace as she came closer and closer to orgasm. All the while she pictured Haley's tight athletic body, naked and throbbing, pushing into her own just like their lovemaking years ago. Chloe came harder then she had in ages, drowning her fingers and panties, as well as the blankets beneath her. She lay back, not quite spent because she had been forced to be quiet. She struggled with the idea of what to do. Would it be so bad to just sneak in next to Haley and rekindle an old romance? Chloe tossed and turned for a few minutes more, until finally she knew what to do. To Be Continued...