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Lessons in Love

By: ruwanr



The drive from the railway station back to the old country house was like a memory trip for Anne. This was where she had grown up from infancy and through childhood until education took her away to the city. And now she was returning once again to start on a new life from the very place she started off. 

Anne was coming home to get married in less than a week at the home where she had so many memories and fun. It was true that her mother passed away during her adolescence in this very home but had been cushioned from the pain by her father's unmarried sister who had moved in to look after her. It was Aunty Dee who was making all the arrangements for the wedding and Anne had to just come home and till the big day. She should have been exhilarated just thinking about it. After all she was getting married Derek Houghton, who was considered a very hot property in the marriage market. He had the career, wealth and good looks to sweep any woman off her feet and it was what he had done with Anne too. 

But there was this niggling feeling of discontent in the depths of her mind as she drew closer home. She could not quite place what it was but it may have been the fact that Derek had not joined her to come home to spend the last few days before the wedding citing work commitments. Though she was 28 years old, Anne was still a hopeless romantic at heart. She was always looking for romance in her relationship with Derek and he was not a born romantic as she was. It was true that he had taken a months' holiday for the honeymoon but Anne needed his love and affection right now. It was not his nature to express love and affection when they were in public though Anne secretly wished he would do so. Even when they were alone together it was only a rather formal kiss on her cheek. To Anne who was still a virgin this was very distressing as she was not sure whether she knew what she had to do when it came to love. Still she was glad to be back with her loving aunty Dee.

She came out of her reverie to find the car door being opened by her aunt to a warm welcome. After several hours of talking and a splendid lunch made by Mrs Tomms the cook she thought of taking a breather in the garden. Aunty Dee had been going on and on about the new landscaping that had been done especially for the wedding, which was going to be a big garden party. It was indeed lovely to be on the rolling lawns around the house bordered by brightly coloured summer flowers. Her spirits were lifted with the late afternoon summer sun on her back in the beautiful garden.

'Welcome home Miss Anne.' The deep heavily accented voice quite startled her, as she was least expecting to meet anybody in the garden.

'Er, I … do I know you?' The man who had appeared from behind her was obviously a gardener. 

'I am Igor. I am the gardener here now.'

'You must be new here. I haven't met you before.'

'Ah, no I start only 3 months ago. I want to wish you for your wedding. I try to make the garden very beautiful for your wedding party.'

'Oh thank you. It is very beautiful indeed.'

'Miss Anne don't burn in the sun. You must look best for your wedding. Everybody tell me you are very beautiful. But you are more than I even dream.'

Anne moved to the shade of a tree heeding his advice while he stood in the sun. It was only then that she saw him well. Even though he was dressed in a dirty singlet and jeans Anne was quite shocked to find that even though he was a labourer on her father's property he was very sexy. He wore his dark hair very short and there was a 5 o'clock shadow that darkened his jaw line. His shoulders and arms were well muscled and curly dark hair matted his chest. His singlet and jeans hugged his body revealing a narrow waist and hips and big thighs. Even though he was not very tall there was an aura of strength and vitality, which Anne found to be vaguely disturbing. Looking at the dark hairs on his chest Anne realised that she did not know what Derek was like under his beautifully made Savile Row suits. Did he also have a body that had the animal magnetism that this man exuded from every pore of his compact body? She also realised that her heart was pounding very loud almost well enough to be heard by him too. She was struggling to keep up a conversation with him.

Igor sensed the effect he was having on her senses. As soon as he had seen her walking in the garden, her perfectly shaped body topped off by her silken blonde hair shining in the afternoon sunlight, he had felt the urge to go and talk to her. She was a very beautiful woman and was giving him some very erotic thoughts. After all he was a hot-blooded young, fit man and it was only natural that he should feel attracted to her beauty. 

'Are you trying to flatter me Ivan?'

'Flatter? What is that? I do not understand very well. Is it like push you?'

'No, it's that you lie to just please me.'

'Ah no Miss Anne, I mean it real true. You are like the most beautiful girl I ever see. Even more than my wife.'

'Ooh you are married? You look too young to be married.'

'I'm 24. I marry when I am 20. She is home in Hungary. I come over because your father give me a good job.'

'Oh, that's too bad. Do you miss her?'

'Yes. But everybody here very good to me. Your father, he promise to help me get her to England soon.'

'That's good, I will remind him about it Igor.'

'Ah, you are very kind Miss Anne. So why are you alone here when you get married in few days. Where is your boyfriend?'

'He's very busy with his work. He will come closer to the wedding.' Anne said almost ruefully. Igor sensed that she was not very happy with her boy friend for not being with her. 

'Ah, that is too bad. This is the happiest time in the life. He should be here with you. When we get married, I was with her 2 weeks before the day. It was a very happy time. Very exciting and sexy also.'

'Well I suppose I am that not lucky Igor, Derek cannot seem to get any time off to be here. So I am left alone till he gets here.'

'Miss Anne, I get an idea. You been very kind to me so I like to help you also.'

'That's very kind of you Igor, but what can you do to help me?'

'I have the motorbike. I can take you to the disco or a dinner or somewhere you like to go when I finish work. You must enjoy these days. It is not good to be sad Miss Anne.'

Anne was quite taken aback by his suggestion of going on a date with him. But she was also very touched by his concern for her.

'Oh, Igor that is one of the kindest things anybody has offered to do for me. But I am not sure whether it is correct for me to accept. Thank you very much. I will never forget your kindness.'

'That's alright. I was trying to be of some help.'

'Thanks Igor, I will see you sometime.'

'Yes I live on the grounds. You know how to find me Miss Anne.'

Anne walked away her head in turmoil. She took a long walk through the countryside and took nearly 3 hours to get back to the house. Aunt Dee was waiting in the sitting room for her.

'Oh there you are my dear. I was starting to wonder where you had disappeared to. Good walk?' 

'Not bad Aunty Dee.'

'You are still down at the mouth dear. What's wrong?'

'Nothing…. Well I guess I would have like to have Derek here with me.'

'He's a very busy man isn't he? Anyway he's taking you on a months' honeymoon.'

'I know, but wished I had more time with him right now. You know I haven't ever had a proper boyfriend before.'

'Yes I think I can understand what you mean my dear. Don't you know some one who can take you on a date? Doesn't matter who it is as long as you get to have a good time to get your mind off things. Cant one of your friends set you up with somebody suitable? You should be very happy during this period dear.'

'I don't know, I must call up someone and see.' Anne did not have any friends close around her home and did not know whom to call. But she did not want to tell her aunt that, knowing that she was trying to help her.

'Yes you do that. Tell me if you will be in for dinner before you go out dear.'

It was nearly an hour later, which saw Anne leave the house to try to set up her date. She was of 2 minds about what she was doing. On one hand she felt she should not be trying to go on a date with another guy while she was to be married in a few days. On the other hand she was feeling neglected by Derek in the these few days before their wedding and felt Aunty Dee's advice was correct. She did not tell her aunt that she was going out as she stole out of the house. She crossed over the garden down towards the garages. She remembered that the rooms over the garages were given as accommodation to the head gardener. 

As she tapped on the door she suddenly felt the urge to turn back and run away but there was no chance of doing so as the door opened almost immediately. 

Igor stood framed in the doorway, naked except for a towel clutched at his waist. He appeared to have been just out the shower his hair tousled and beads of water on his body. He had the most perfectly proportioned body, which seemed not to have even an ounce of spare fat. The curly dark hair on the broad expanse of his chest tapered down as it ran down the front of his stomach to widen out again as it went below his belly button. His legs were 

Well muscled and well furred with golden hair rather than the dark brown hair on his upper body. As Anne's eyes flicked over his body she felt quite weak at the knees and found herself stammering.

'I er….I'

'Ah Miss Anne sorry I do not know it is you knocking on my door.' Said Igor promptly wrapping the towel around his waist. 

'I thought it must be one of the boys coming to tell me before he goes after work.'

'You are not very busy now are you?'

'No, no I just finished showering after work. Will you come inside miss Anne?'

'Yes, thank you. I was wondering whether your offer was still on. I am sorry if I sounded a little rude before when you were trying to be very kind to me.'

'I don't get angry with you. You are a very nice girl. Now come inside.'

The room was very plainly furnished with a bed, a table and a cupboard. But she noticed that it was kept very clean and tidy.

'Sorry I don't have the chair. You will have to sit on my bed Miss.'

'Igor, will you stop calling me miss. You can call me Anne.'

'Alright. So, now you like to go out with me?'

'Er, yes… unless ofcourse you got something else planned.'

Igor knew he had to get into some clothes very quickly or risk being seen by Anne to be getting aroused. In a way he felt that might not be a bad idea either. He knew she was excited as well by the way her eyes kept flitting all over his body.

Anne was feeling overcome by the animal magnetism of Igor as he stood directly in front of her while they talked. She felt that he was standing uncomfortably close to her. She could almost touch his body if she put her handout. The ridges of muscle on his chest and on his stomach were clearly visible as were the muscles on his thighs. She almost felt like running her fingers over the ridges of muscles on his stomach, which was lightly sprinkled with a hairy trail down the centre. What excited her most was the fact that the knot on the towel across his waist was very carelessly done just off the centre of his waist. The two edges of the towel did not quite meet together, affording her a peek of what was underneath. He was considerably more hairy at the groin and there was hair with glints of gold curling over the edges of the towel. She also felt that she could make out the inside of his right thigh and a darker shadow resting against it covered by the curly hair. She almost shivered in excitement when she noticed that his towel was starting to get tented up in front, which meant only one thing. 

'Well I was going down to the pub with the boys a little later. But that is not important as you.'

'Er what….Oh thank you Igor. I was not sure whether I was going to make a fool of myself.'

'No, never with Igor. I am your friend. Tell me, what do you want to do?'

'You decide. I don't know what we can do here.'

'What about going to a beach. We got sunshine for 3 hours more.'

'I don't want to be recognised in this area. Do you understand Igor? Everybody knows me here because of dad.'

'Sure, we go a little far. We go on my bike.'

'Ooh I have never gone on one before. Is it safe?'

'Trust me ok? Now I quickly put on some clothes and come.'

Within 5 minutes he was back from the toilet where he disappeared into to dress.

'OK, ready to go. Is this alright?'

He stood in front of her arms opened out for her appraisal. He was in a figure hugging black T-shirt with very short sleeves and a pair of white shorts with wide slits on the sides. Anne felt quite sure that he was not wearing anything else underneath because she could nearly make out the outlines his manhood straining against the thin fabric. 

'Oh, you look very handsome in that Igor'

'My wife, she like me like this also. Make me look sexy she say.

'Mmmh yes I agree with her.'

'OK let's go'

Anne held on to Igor for dear life as they thundered down the roads on his big bike. She felt very close to him as she felt the muscles on his torso flexing beneath her fingers as he controlled the bike at high speed. Almost too soon they were bumping down sand and gravel on to a beach, which she had never been to. For miles on end there were wide expanses of sand but totally desolate. It was as if they were the only people on the planet. 

'This is wonderful Igor.'

'See, nobody around. We are 40 miles from home. No one see you now.'

'Ooh did we come that far? Its only about 20 minutes isn't it.'

'Yes we come at 80 miles an hour. Did you like it'

'Oh my god yes. I think it is the most exciting thing I have ever done in my life. Really.'

'Ah what do you say Anne. What about sex? That is the most exciting thing no?'

'Er I have not had much experience with that.'

'What? Ah but you joke with me no?'

'No it is true Igor.'

'But you marry in few days. What about your fiancé?'

'We haven't done it.'

'That is very surprising no? But you are so beautiful. You have the boyfriends before?'

'No not really.'

'Ah, but you are so very beautiful. See now with your hair blowing away on the bike you are more beautiful. Just like after having sex.'

Ivan stood squarely in front of her gazing at her. His hands on her shoulders. His eyes were warm and intense almost hypnotising her to do his bidding.

'So beautiful Anne.'

One arm slid down to her waist pulling her towards him while the other ran through her hair holding her head cradled towards his. Anne was so overcome by emotion that she offered no resistance, even encouraging it by putting her arms around his back pressing her body to his. She felt seared by the warmth of his body while he cradled her against himself. Anne knew he was going to kiss he when he lowered his head towards her.

'So beautiful Anne. You are so beautiful.'

'Oh Igor.' She moaned softly.

As he touched his lips lightly against hers it was almost as if she was getting scorched. She was whimpering in pleasure asking for more. He sensed her need and started kissing her deeper, his tongue prying open her lips. As his tongue explored the insides of her mouth Anne was almost melting in desire. She was feeling the strangest sensations in her body, her nipples felt as if on fire as they pressed against his firm muscled chest. She was also feeling a warmth in her belly, which seemed to come from the core of her being. Igor's hands were exploring her body his fingers inflaming her skin wherever he stroked or fondled. He had pulled up her frock right up to her waist had pulled her right leg around his waist. The short golden hairs on his hard thighs tickled her in a strangely erotic way and now she could feel the steely hard length of him pressing on to her soft flesh at the base of her tummy. It seemed like eternity before he took his lips away from hers bringing her back to reality.

'Oh Igor no ones ever kissed me like that before.'

'Is that your first time?'

'Yes I thought I was in heaven.'

'I want to go on kissing you, making love to you. Your lips are so sweet and beautiful.'

'oh…but'

'Don't be scared Anne. We go to the sea now and have the swim and enjoy. Igor will not hurt you.'

'Wont you join me to swim?' Igor asked pulling off his T-shirt. He so wanted to see this beautiful woman without her clothes. He could see her nipples outlined against the cloth of her frock and that meant she was sexually aroused by what they had been doing. He was close to bursting with need. He also wanted her to savour his body, which he knew she was very attracted to. Even though she said she had never done it before Igor had found her fingers exploring his body in the most erotic fashion while they were kissing. 

Anne hardly heard what he was saying as she gazed again at his body which was now more familiar to her and even more desirable. Her eyes were inexorably drawn to his close fitting shorts. The bulge which she had found to be so attractive when she saw it before they left home seemed almost angry and she could make out his erect penis jutting out straining against the thin cotton.

'I didn't bring a costume you go ahead.' She managed to mumble.

'But its only you and me here. You don't need a costume.'

'Ooh no, I cant Igor. You go ahead I will stay here and enjoy this beach. It is so lovely.'

'Are you sure? If you want I go in naked also.'

'No Igor, I am fine. You go ahead. Really.'

'OK I come back quickly.'

He was gone splashing in to the waves as Anne watched on. She was wondering whether she had had made the wrong decision in not joining him. He made her feel so good about herself in a way that Derek had never done in the whole time they had been together. This man in a few hours had done things to her body and her heart that she had never experienced in her life.

Good as his word in 15 minutes he was splashing out of the water towards her. Anne was lying back on the warm golden sand as she watched him come towards her. She felt a quickening of her pulse as he drew close and the exciting sexual feeling was back. Even as she admired his perfect physique she was once again drawn to the shorts, which covered his manhood. She was slightly shocked to see that he seemed to be still fully aroused while the water seemed to have made the thin cotton nearly transparent.

'Ah, you would enjoy the water Anne. It is nice and warm.'

'I was enjoying the beach and the sun. I'm OK.'

Igor could see that she was clearly aroused by what she was seeing and decided to take matters in hand. 

'Now I need to dry my hair and my shorts.'

'Oh we didn't bring any towels. What can we do?'

'Dry it with my shorts and squeeze the shorts.'

'Oh my god. Right here?'

'Yes, you are not shy again are you? You get married soon no? You see the naked man before don't you?'

'I suppose yes. A couple of times'

'Good, then you what do you say, …..compare Igor with Derek.'

'Oh I have not seen him.'

Then who do you see? You say you have no boyfriends.'

'My sister has got 2 sons.'

'They are adults or teenage?'

'No, one is 4, the other is 2.'

'Ah, Anne they are little boys. Igor is a big man. So you are the virgin?'

'Well yes, if you put it that way.'

'How old you are? 18, 20?

'Oh no, I'm 28 Igor.'

'Wow, you still not make love. Don't worry Anne. Igor is your friend. Do you like to see my penis?

'Er….I. yes Igor. I'd like that.'

Igor was feeling at the top of the world. This stunningly beautiful woman was a virgin and was asking to see his erect penis. He felt a yard long. As he peeled off his shorts Anne could only watch open mouthed. Within the confines of the shorts it had looked large and manly. But now released and fully erect it seemed a thing of wonder. Slightly darker than the rest of him, it stood slap up against the lighter skin of his stomach. Anne was drawn to its length and girth, how it was thicker at the end, the skin which seemed to be criss-crossed with veins and how it seemed to move on its own accord as Igor calmly proceeded to dry his hair with the shorts. 


Lessons in Love



Maggie had made her break with family ties when she was eighteen and left home to attend the university in Columbus, Ohio, that was not too far from her hometown of Pittsburgh, PA. It was the first time she really felt free of all the negatives in her young life: father deserting her mother and sister while she was still in the womb, growing up poor in the Projects located in the Hill District situated above the city, and her mother's second husband sexually molesting her. 

It was not a good beginning in her world, but this was a new start for her in which she was responsible for making her own decisions and working hard to get through college and graduate with a BA in English and a minor in Biology. Maggie wanted to be a teacher of English on the high school level. 

For the first time in her life she was happy, really happy, and she looked forward to days of hard work, going to classes, having exams, and burning the mid-night oil studying. All this, however, was just a part of her new life that she faced willingly. Just being away from her home and on her own was more than enough to make her happy, and she was determined to do well so that she could continue her four years of college and then go on to grad school for her Masters Degree.

The world was now her oyster for her to open and find the pearl that would help make her happy.

Maggie had a dorm room on the fourth floor of the oldest building on campus whose classrooms had been converted into a dormitory. The building dated back to 1850 when the college was founded, and the large, grey granite building was the only one on campus. From the outside it looked like a prison, cold and foreboding. Three stories were of equal length, but the fourth floor, centered in the middle, was smaller, giving it the appearance of a tower However, Maggie didn't mind being on the fourth floor except for having to lug all her suitcases and boxes up all the stairs to her room 412. Besides, there were two advantages: there were fewer rooms on the fourth floor…only eight…and the view opened up onto one of the ritzy suburbs of Columbus. 

Across and down the street was a small White House fast food place where one could get square hamburgers with lots of glazed onions for ten cents, a diner up from it called the Feed Bag to which she often went about one or two in the morning after she had done her homework to have a full breakfast, a movie theatre, a drug store on one corner and another one across the street from it. There was also a large, brown stone church, and from it there were several clothing shops; another movie theatre that showed risqué movies; and businesses above which were apartments.

The university as well as the eateries, movie houses, stores, and apartments across from it faced Main Street. Every town or city seems to have a Main Street. Just find Sinclair Lewis' novel Main Street to get the meaning and flavor of its collective meaning of such a popular name for a street.

Maggie shared the dorm room with two roommates, Pam and Bonnie, both of whom were good looking and friendly, but Bonnie was a knockout. She had wavy, shoulder length blonde hair, soft blue eyes, sexual lips, firm breasts, narrow waist, rounded hips, and long legs. 

Bonnie majored in music, and her instrument was the organ. She was also a majorette.

Pam was the complete opposite of Bonnie. She had short, brown hair; brown eyes; a good body; but not as curvaceous as Bonnie's. Her breasts were small and firm, but they suited her small body. Pam was studying to become an elementary school teacher.

The big surprise for Maggie and all the girls on the fourth floor was that they had a Nigerian Princess in their midst. 

It took a few days for Maggie to acclimate herself to college life and find her way around campus, but in no time she felt quite at home.

She did remember the Dean of Students at the Freshmen-orientation ask them to look to their right and then to their left. He then told them a foreboding truism, "Of each set of three, only one of you will make it through the first semester." That was a chilling prognostication to hear at the very beginning of the term.

"Maybe the Dean said that to encourage everyone to work extra hard in order to be that ‘one' who made it through her or his Freshmen-year," Maggie thought. "Besides, I graduated high school with Honors, so I should be able to continue doing well in my classes and get good grades."

In the weeks to follow Maggie got into her regiment of what was needed for her to do at the university. This included working to help pay her tuition as well as room-and-board since she received no help from her mom and That man. She was lucky though because the gardener/groundskeeper of the university needed help, and since she was a Biology major that included both Botany and Zoology, she was placed into the hands of a young, kind man who was from Germany. However, Maggie still found time to have fun with her roommates and friends.

On one particular day, one of her floor-mates whose name was Nancy came to Maggie's room and asked her if she would like to go with her to meet her cousin who had an apartment right across the street from the campus. Nancy told Maggie her cousin was quite a few years older than she, twenty-six to be exact, and was a nurse who worked in one of the hospitals in the city. She shared the apartment with her roommate Kathy.

"Sure, I'd love to meet your cousin, Nancy. I like to meet new people and get to know them. Do you think she'll mind our barging in on her?" Maggie asked.

"My, gosh, no! I've taken a number of girls over to see her," Nancy answered.

When Nancy told her she took a number of girls over to see her cousin, she wondered why they were just girls and no boys.

"Oh, well, what does it matter to me," Maggie thought while her mind raced with anxious anticipation of meeting Nancy's cousin.

It took about ten minutes for Maggie and Nancy to walk slowly across campus to Nancy's cousin's second floor apartment where they climbed the stairs that led to her door. Nancy knocked on the door and the two waited.

Maggie heard the turning of the doorknob and then saw the door opening. Nancy's cousin stood before them, and when Maggie saw her, she gulped as her heart beat faster and she felt butterflies flitting around in her stomach. She was taller than most girls, close to six feet, making her about three inches taller than Maggie. She couldn't help starring at her large breasts that thrust outwards from under her cut-off, loosely fitting T-Shirt that hung on her right shoulder, exposing the very top of her cleavage. Her abdomen was exposed from where the cut-off T-Shirt stopped to her blue, hip-hugger shorts that seemed to be just above her pubic line. 

"Well, hi, Nancy, good to see you. It's been several weeks since you were over here, and it's also been several weeks since you've written home to your folks. Ma asked me the next time I saw you to tell you to write home."

"Okay. It's just that I'm so busy with my classes and homework. We were told that for every hour of class we should spend at least two hours on homework. That's six hours of study if we have three classes the same day!" Nancy half groaned.

Nancy's cousin grinned and said, "I know what you mean. It hasn't been that long since I was in the same place you are now, but hey, come on inside. No sense standing out in the hallway. And who is this lovely girl you brought with you?"

As Nancy led Maggie into the living room, she said, "Oh, I'm sorry. Maggie, this is my cousin Francine, but she prefers to be called by her nickname Flip." And pointing to Maggie, she continued, "And this is one of my floor-mates, Maggie."

Flip offered her hand to Maggie, and when their hands touched, Maggie felt an instant sensation and a source of unknown energy pass through her body. This sensual energy caused her nipples become instantly hard and erect that Flip noticed immediately. And Maggie felt light-headed and wet between her legs that she squeezed together as if trying to hold the urge to pee.

Still holding hands, Maggie wondered if Flip felt the sensual energy, too. She looked up and Flip captured Maggie's green eyes with hers, and Maggie thought she was looking beyond her body into her soul. Maggie felt tingling energy flow between her and Flip, and Flip, too, felt that instant response of their touching hands and felt sexually aroused by it.

"Oh, my, what am I doing? I'm getting turned-on by an eighteen-year old girl? But I can't help it. It wasn't planned, but in that instant when our hands touched sensual energy passed between us as if it had a mind of its own," Flip thought as she looked for answers deep within herself.

Regaining her composure, Flip reluctantly slipped her hand away from Maggie's and invited Nancy and Maggie to have a seat, making sure Maggie sat beside her on the sofa while Nancy sat in a soft chair opposite it with a coffee table in between.

"I'm so glad you brought Maggie to meet me. I like meeting your friends, especially when they are as beautiful as Maggie," Flip said as she turned her head and looked at Maggie who was looking at her.

Neither one could deny the instant connection they felt when they touched hands, and neither one could deny how sexually stimulated their touch had been. Flip's nipples had become instantly hard and erect as had Maggie's, and both were obvious beneath their T-Shirts. Maggie wondered if Nancy could see both of their erect nipples. 

Nancy began talking to Flip, but Flip found it difficult to take her eyes off Maggie. She was absolutely mesmerized by her beauty.

"Hey, remember me? Your cousin Nancy?" Nancy broke into Flip's and Maggie's connection.

Nancy's voice brought her back into reality as she turned her head towards her cousin.

"Why, of course, I remember you, Squirt," Flip said jokingly. "How could I forget the little girl who followed me around just about everywhere when she was ten? I couldn't loose you if I tried. And I didn't until I went to college and nursing school."

"Well, I'm not ten anymore, and even though you are eight years older than I, in a way I've caught up to you," said Nancy. "Maggie is just eighteen, too, so you are eight years older than she."

Flip looked back at Maggie, not having considered the age difference between them. She just knew she was so beautiful and how instantly attracted she was to her. Their first touch was electrifying, and her new feelings for Maggie ignored their age difference.

"Well, Maggie, tell me about yourself," Flip asked.

Maggie briefly told Flip things about herself, but she left out all the bad things that had happened to her and concentrated on the good such as having good friends while she was in high school and her very best friend Jackie. The rest was obvious. She decided to go to college and major in English since she had a desire to become a teacher and writer.

"I guess that's about it, Flip. Not very interesting. Is it?"

"On the contrary, I enjoyed hearing about you, Maggie," Flip assured her.

Maggie smiled and looked deeply into Flip's hazel eyes. 

"Well, what about you, Flip?" asked Maggie. "I told you my life story. Now you tell me yours. Fair is fair."

"Hey, what about me?" asked Nancy.

"Oh, we already know about you, Squirt," Flip answered.

"Stop calling me Squirt! I'm no longer young and short," Nancy said somewhat defensively.

Flip smiled at Nancy and said, "You're right, Nancy, but I'd like to share some things about me with your friend Maggie that you already know. As she said, ‘Fair is fair.'"

"Well, Maggie, there's not much to tell. I led a pretty normal life growing up on a small farm outside Marysville, Ohio, and doing the usual. After graduating from high school, I went to college and studied to become a nurse, and now I work as a floor nurse in a hospital in the city. That's about it, Maggie," said Flip.

The one thing Maggie wanted to know about Flip was whether she had any really close friends, boyfriend's or girlfriends…hoping she liked girls rather than boys. In other words Maggie was hoping Flip was a lesbian as she was. She really hoped so, and she thought she might be from the unspoken connection between them when they shook hands. It was not the usual handshake between strangers.

This gave her hope.

"Maggie, what I'm about to tell you I don't try to hide, so I'll be truthful with you," Flip, said, hoping Maggie was a lesbian or at least bi-curious or bi-sexual. "I've been in a relationship with a senior college girl for some time now, and we get along fairly well, but it isn't one of those everlasting relationships."

Maggie looked over at Nancy to get her reaction.

"Oh, don't worry about Nancy. She has known for some time I'm a lesbian," Flip assured Maggie. "Haven't you?"

"Yes, a long time. Ever since I was a young girl and accidentally caught Flip in bed with one of her college roommates she had invited to spend Thanksgiving vacation on the farm," Nancy answered.

Maggie quietly breathed a sigh of relief now knowing Flip was a lesbian and that maybe, just maybe, she had a chance making love with her. She already had created mental pictures of them together in bed.

"Oh, Maggie, look at the time. We'd better get going. It's about dinner time, and you know how packed the Student Union gets," said Nancy in a nearly frantic voice.

Maggie looked at her watch, and it was 4:45 PM, and the Student Union opened its lines at 5:00 PM.

"All right, Nancy. Let's go. We want to miss the crowds," Maggie replied reluctantly. 

Maggie started to get up from the sofa and Flip stood up, too, offering her hand to Maggie. Maggie stared at Flip and exchanged deep looks as she put her hand into hers, wondering if she would have the same sensual experience. Yes, she hadn't been mistaken by what had happened before. There was definitely an instant connection between them.

Her hand trembling as she held Maggie's hand in hers, Flip turned her gaze on her cousin and said, "Nancy, why don't you and Maggie come over Friday evening. I'll make us dinner, and if you don't tell the house mother, I'll have a bottle of wine, too."

"Oh, golly, Flip, we'd love to come over, but I already have a date for Friday," Nancy said.

Flip's heart skipped a beat with anticipation as she worked to control her breathing.

"I'm sorry you won't be able to come, but that doesn't mean Maggie can't come by herself," said Flip. "Would you like to come over, Maggie? There would just be the two of us since my roommate Kathy will be going home for the weekend."

Flip held her breath as she waited for Maggie's answer, hoping it would be "yes."

Maggie went flush before she said anything. She didn't want to seem too obvious, so with knees atremble, she looked at Flip and said, "Why, that would be wonderful, Flip. Even though my other two roommates and I get along quite well, I enjoy getting out of the dorm on my own. But, I don't want to put you out just for me."

Flip's voice quivered slightly when she said, "Oh, it's no bother, Maggie. I'd enjoy your company. And we can get to know one another even better."

"Then, okay," said Maggie, smiling with joy.

"Good. I'll see you Friday. Seven o'clock all right with you?" Flip asked.

"Any time is fine for me," responded Maggie enthusiastically as visions of their being alone together filled her mind and made her quite wet between the legs.

Friday came none too soon for Maggie. All she had been able to think about the rest of the week was going to Flip's apartment and being with her…alone. 

"I wonder what will happen," Maggie pondered. "Probably nothing but eat and talk. What would an experienced, beautiful, twenty-six year old lesbian want with a nearly inexperienced young girl of eighteen like me? Oh, well, I'll soon find out."

Maggie crossed Main Street at Drexel Avenue and climbed the stairs that brought her to Flip's second floor apartment. She took several deep breaths to calm herself before she knocked on the door, feeling as if her insides were mush. With hand shaking Maggie knocked on the door and waited.

Flip opened the door, having a big, warm smile on her face, and invited Maggie inside. I'm glad you dressed casually, Maggie, since I did, too. After being in a nurse's uniform all day, it's good to get into something loose and comfortable, and what's better is the fact I'm off tomorrow, so I can sleep in with no alarm clock going off.

Maggie wore a pair of purple shorts and a white T-Shirt that had the school's logo on it, the university's colors being purple and white. It was somewhat tight, making her nipples obvious through the cotton material. On her feet were white socks and walking shoes.

She had taken special care applying the little make-up she used and fixed her long, curly, orange hair into a single, French braid that hung down to the middle of her back. Her hair was so orange that she was called "carrot top" when she was growing up, both in and out of school. Her fair complexion with a few freckles on the tip of her nose set off her brilliant green eyes. Anyone looking at Maggie would know she was Irish, and, of course, her name Maggie for whom she was named after her great-great-grandmother Maggie who had come over to the US during the Great Potato Famine clinched it.

"Come on in, Maggie. No sense standing in the hallway."

Maggie walked into the living room as Flip closed the door, locked it, and joined her. As Flip followed Maggie, she took in every detail of her…her body as well as the way she walked.

Flip was wearing blue shorts that were quite loose at the bottom and went up just above her pubic line. She had a very loose-fitting white top cut off just enough to cover her breasts with short sleeves. This revealed Flip's lower abdomen in a most sexy way, and Maggie saw she was not wearing a bra underneath her T-Shirt because her nipples were quite visible pressing against the cotton fabric. She even saw the faint silhouettes of her areolas. Maggie wondered what caused Flip's nipples become hard and erect since she had come into her apartment. Was her arousal mental, sexual, or both?

Flip, too, had taken special care with her make-up to make sure it all came together, and she had brushed her short, auburn hair back on top and to the sides, but loosely done so that it had body and looked natural. Short hair was good when dealing with patients. She didn't have to mess around fixing her nurse's cap. 

Maggie was spell bound by Flip's eyes and by her lips covered with a seductive, red lip-gloss that made them look like a woman's pussy lips.

Maggie seldom wore make-up because her cheeks had a natural flush to them, and her lips were soft red like wild cherries. 

"My, you are beautiful, Maggie, even in casual clothes, but then, I'm sure you've been told that many times," Flip said.

Maggie blushed, and her cheeks became even more flushed. 

"Well, I don't know about that, Flip. I've always considered myself as being plain, and I could do without my freckles," Maggie said.

"No, no!" said Flip. "You have a natural beauty, and your freckles are a part of you. Believe me you are most assuredly beautiful."

"And I think you are stunningly gorgeous, Flip. You are very sexy and desirable," Maggie sighed.

"Well, enough of praising one another's beauty. Come sit down on the sofa so we can talk and get to know one another better," said Flip as she sat down and patted the cushion close to her. "Supper will be a few minutes. I'm baking lasagna. Hope you like Italian."

"I love Italian," answered Maggie.

While the lasagna was in the oven, Flip and Maggie shared small talk about their pasts, and each felt the palpable, aroused tension between them. They were both excited to be together, and yet they skirted around the issue of their being attracted to one another, neither one wanting to be the one to make the first move.




Lessons in Love



However, whether deliberately or not, while they talked, Maggie turned half way around on the sofa and rested her left forearm on the top with open fingers rubbing against the material to quell her nervousness. She didn't want to make a fool of herself by coming out and saying how she felt about being with Flip.

"That would be much too obvious," thought Maggie.

Flip, in turn, struggled with the differences in their ages. She looked at Maggie and saw a young girl just out of high school, and at the time not knowing Maggie's sexual orientation, she didn't want to make the mistake coming on to her. But, there were signs, words, and innuendos that Flip picked up on that led her to believe Maggie would be receptive to her advances.

Therefore, Flip decided if she were going to find out, she'd have to make the first move, not expecting an eighteen year old to make a move on a twenty-six year old lesbian.

Flip followed Maggie's move and turned in the sofa so their knees were almost touching, and she put her right forearm on the top of the sofa, bringing their fingers close to touching.

The physical closeness of Flip and Maggie became intense, almost to the point of being unable to control their rising emotions. 

Not being able to resist her desire for Maggie while she kept talking, Flip reached out with her hand and softly touched Maggie's fingertips with hers, and once more the touch was sexually electrifying, sending erotic tremors through both Maggie and Flip.

Maggie did not pull back. This was a good sign that encouraged Flip to continue. As she continued to talk, Flip kept her fingers moving along Maggie's fingers and onto the back of her hand on which she brushed them back and forth. From the back of Maggie's hand Flip moved slowly along Maggie's smooth forearm, feeling goose bumps as she did so. To go any further, Flip wiggled towards Maggie until their thighs touched. She then let her hand slid up onto her shoulder, and when she did, her bending caused her loose top to open, exposing the tops of her breasts and deep cleavage to Maggie's view.

Maggie's heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing came rapidly, and her words became almost intermittent sounds because she was so sexually excited by Flip's touch on her arm, and she felt herself getting so wet between her legs and wondered if there was any wet spot on the crotch of her shorts that Flip could see. 

"Maggie, look at me," said Flip. "I know by now you know how you excite me and how much I want to make love with you. We both may have known it from our very first touch on the day Nancy brought you to meet me. There was a sensual energy that flowed between us. I don't know what, how, or why. I also don't really know your sexual orientation, but knowing your attraction of me, would you like to make love?"

Maggie's insides about melted with desire that she could hardly believe what she just heard Flip ask her…to make love. Something she wanted from the moment she saw her.

Without waiting for Maggie's answer, Flip slid her fingers up the side of Maggie's neck and cupped it in her hand. As she leaned slowly towards Maggie, she laid her head back and brought her face to hers, gently placing her lips onto hers. It was not a kiss. Just lips touching. However, overwhelmed with desire, Maggie pressed herself against Flip and opened her mouth over her lips and kissed her. Flip in turn opened her mouth and shared their first kiss. It was so soft, tender, and sweet.

Once their lips met, Flip and Maggie wrapped their arms around each other, feeling their breasts push into the others. Using their lips and tongues, they frantically devoured one another, sucking on each other's lips, both tops and bottoms, licking their tongues with the tips of them, inserting their tongues into one another's mouth as physically possible, and taking turns sucking each other's searching tongue. They exchanged their saliva as if it were precious water to slake their hungry desire one for the other.

At times while still holding Maggie around her back in her right arm, Flip took the initiative and brought her left hand and caressed the side of Maggie's face. She ran her fingers along the smooth skin of her left cheek. Circled her ear with her index finger, beginning on the outer edge and slowly drawing it ever closer to the opening itself. Flip also lowered her hand until she was holding Maggie's jaw in the palm of it, running her fingertips along it and down the side of her neck.

Their kissing was instant and insatiable as they clung within the arms of one another. It seemed as if their kissing would never end, and at the time, neither Flip nor Maggie wanted the kiss to end, so enamored were they of one another.

"Oh, my god," sighed Flip within her conflicting conscience. "On one hand I admit the difference in our ages and think I am taking advantage of Maggie and should have been the one keeping herself under control. But, oh, my desire for her was too strong. It's as if I had been waiting for Maggie all my life. And now that it has begun, I need to have it go on to the very end of our making love."

For her part Maggie's mind was full of erotic sensations and images, and all she could think about was Flip, Flip, Flip. She didn't consider the age difference. She was in Flip's arms, and there she wanted to be, and she felt the deepest, sexual urge course throughout her young body, causing her heart to pound so loudly she thought surely Flip could hear it and sense her wanton desires.

At least ten minutes had gone by while Flip and Maggie devoured one another with their kisses, and the kiss might have gone on longer if Flip didn't reluctantly pull back slowly, sucking Maggie's lower lip between her lips as she did.

Flip looked into Maggie eyes, wondering if somehow she had betrayed her and took advantage of her with the kiss, but she saw not betrayal but passion mirrored in her eyes and a sensual expression on her face.

At first neither spoke a word. Flip and Maggie sat there looking at one another, noticing their breasts rise and fall with each gasping breath. However, they continued to hold hands, feeling their intense warmth.

"Oh, my, Maggie," said Flip, "you have been on my mind ever since your earlier visit with my cousin Nancy. I didn't mean for this to happen. You're so much younger than I, but I want you so very much."

Maggie looked longingly into Flip's eyes and said, "I've wanted you not only in my thoughts but in my arms ever since you opened the door to your apartment and I saw you for the first time. I would have been crushed if you hadn't invited me back to see you, and now if you hadn't made the first move, I would have. As for our difference in age that's nothing when we have bonded with such strong, emotional, and physical feelings for one another. I think it was inevitable, and if there is such a thing as fate as my Druid ancestors believed, then I believe from the beginning of time we were destined to meet and become lovers."

"Then fate it is, Maggie, and I could never give you up now that we've found each other. I even broke up with my former girl friend the day after we met. I was that enamored of you and somehow sure we were going to become lovers," said Flip with confidence in what Maggie had just told her as being true. It was Fate that brought them together, and their being together was meant to be. 

Flip slide even closer to Maggie, pressing the flesh of their thighs against one another, and once more they felt that energy flow between them, and each felt herself getting wetter between her legs.

Flip reached out towards Maggie and dropped her hands down to the bottom of her T-Shirt, taking hold of it with her fingers. With hands shaking Flip slowly raised Maggie's T-Shirt up her torso until she reached her breasts. She paused momentarily, looking at Maggie, and then she lifted the shirt up and over her breasts and continued up her arms that let Maggie's head go through the hole at the top until she had Maggie's T-Shirt in her left hand, leaving Maggie in her low-cut bra with lace on top that had at the front a pearl clasp on the end of the looped straps attached to the cups. 

Maggie felt the difference in temperature because of the moisture of her sweat from being nervous and aroused. It cooled her off but only in body, not desire.

Flip let Maggie's T-Shirt slip to the floor beside the sofa and turned her attention to Maggie. She reached out to Maggie with her hands, letting her index fingers and thumbs push the pearl through the opposite side's end, allowing the cups flop forward to uncover Maggie's breasts.

Now Flip looked at Maggie's breasts and felt a rush on her face, never having seen such beautiful and well formed breasts. They were white as alabaster capped with pale pink areolas and slightly darker pink nipples which were standing stiff and hard. Gooseflesh surrounded her areolas in perfect circles. Flip guessed Maggie was about a 32 C that was one size smaller than her 34 D to DD, depending on the maker and style.

"Oh, Maggie, you're breasts are beautiful. I love the way they stand out naturally without any support and how they come to a rounded point," said Flip as she imagined having her hands on them and her mouth sucking on Maggie's nipples.

Flip reached out and put her hands gently onto Maggie's shoulders in order to remove Maggie's bra completely and drop it on top of her T-Shirt. 

She then said, "Lie down and put your head on the sofa pillow at the end. I want to devour you with my mouth as I have already devoured you with my eyes."

Without breaking contact Flip helped lower Maggie onto the sofa where her head was raised on the round sofa pillow, and as she was ready to lean forward onto Maggie, Maggie said, "Wait, Flip. I want you to take off your top so I can see your big breasts and feel our breasts touching when you come down to me."

Flip smiled knowingly at Maggie as she reached down, took hold of the bottom of her loosely-fitting shirt and pulled it up and over her head in one, easy motion, exposing her breasts since she did hot have a bra on. She then dropped her hands onto her breasts and cupped them with her hands, pointing them at Maggie as if in invitation. 

Maggie automatically licked her lips and opened her mouth as if Flip were going to bend down and let her suck on her breasts, but Flip dropped her hands into her lap and looked at Maggie to get her reaction.

"Well?"

"Oh, my. Your breasts are so large and beautiful, Flip. I love their roundness and your areolas that are as big as silver dollars and how long and hard your nipples are," Maggie said in awe.

Flip made no response. She simply leaned forward, moving her hands with open fingers from the top edge of Maggie's shorts, over her abdomen, up her chest and sides, and onto and over her breasts until she covered them and felt the hard nipples pressing against her palms.

When Flip first touched Maggie's breasts, she thrust her chest upwards to make the contact all the more sweet. This movement also pressed her breasts into Flip's hands that now were massaging them gently, sometimes drawing circles around her areolas and at other times gently pinching her taught nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.

Maggie was lost in a world of sensuality and feelings, and she fell deeper into this world when Flip's mouth made first contact with her right breast, first licking the nipple and then sucking it into her hot, wet mouth.

"Oh, Flip, I love the feel of it, your mouth on my nipple. How you excite me," moaned Maggie.

Without a word Flip moved from Maggie's right breast to her left but fist licking her cleavage from bottom to top and then over to her nipple. All of this was making Maggie more aroused by the minute, and her young pussy was so very wet from her natural lubrication.

In her sexual wantonness Maggie jerked her hips upward against Flip's body, and this move let Flip know Maggie was ready for her next move. Putting her hands around the base of each breast and closing her fingers, Flip slowly slid her hands up towards her nipples, closing her fingers more and more until there were only two areolas and nipples raised between her closed hands and fingers.

Flip bent over and licked each nipple with the tip of her tongue, taking them into her mouth and giving a final suck. She then moved her head into the middle between Maggie's breasts and, sticking out her tongue, she licked downward between the cleavage of her breasts until she was licking on her upper chest. From there Flip slid her hands down Maggie's sides and continued as she left a wet trail down the middle of Maggie's body until she came to her bellybutton. Here she stopped and licked around it until she dipped the tip of her tongue into it, leaving a small pool of saliva as she withdrew.

Maggie was caught up in the throes of her sexual excitement, and Flip heard her groans and moans of wanton pleasure, encouraging her to continue her way to Maggie's Nirvana, her pussy.

Flip did not have far to lick to get to the top edge of Maggie's purple shorts that fastened below her navel. Once there Flip ran her wet tongue across this dividing line between flesh and clothing while she held Maggie's hips in her hands.

Maggie thrust her hips upwards that let Flip slide her hand onto her ass cheeks, but as Maggie went back down, Flip pulled out her left hand and went to the drawstring of Maggie's shorts and loosened it, allowing her to take them off.

Flip moved her right hand from Maggie's ass and went to the top of her shorts. Now she had both hands with which to take off Maggie's shorts. The top of the shorts were now loose, loose enough for Flip to take hold and slide them off Maggie's rounded hips, and without stopping Flip continued to take Maggie's shorts down her legs and over her feet, putting them with the T-Shirt and bra. As for Maggie's walking shoes and socks, they came off quickly, leaving Maggie completely naked. 

While taking Maggie's shorts off, Flip saw her pussy covered with curly, orange hair as well as her thighs and calves. She was amazed with Maggie's orange hair both on her head as well as on her pubic mound. It made her so distinctive, and with her porcelain skin and slightness of build, she reminded her of photos and pictures of Irish faeries dressed in short, filmy, gauze outfits.

Now, she knelt on the floor at the foot of Maggie's body, looking up from her feet to her head. 

"Oh, my, what a beautiful, young woman Maggie is," sighed Flip. "The Fates, indeed, smiled down on me to bring such a lovely my way."

While still held in awe by Maggie's beautiful body, Flip said, "Maggie, slide your body a little to your right so it is at a better angle to me, but keep your head high on the sofa pillow so you can see what I am doing to you."

"All right, Flip. Anything for you," answered Maggie.

Maggie did as Flip had told her and moved her body to the right so that her ass was close to the edge of the sofa, her left leg lying straight and her right thigh on the sofa with her knee bent so that her foot touched the floor.

"That's right, Maggie. Exactly how I want you," said Flip.

With great anticipation Flip drew closer to Maggie and positioned herself between her legs. She then put her trembling hands onto Maggie's knees, and from them she slowly and erotically slithered her hands led by her searching fingers up the smoothness of Maggie's soft, inner thighs. As she moved forward, Flip had to lean forward herself until her fingers rested at the creases of Maggie's legs that join with her lower abdomen. Now her face looked closely at her pussy.

Flip kept her hands still while she took time to study Maggie's pussy, remembering every nuance of it, devouring it with her eyes, and enjoying this first time she would make love with Maggie, thanking the gods for sending Maggie to her.

Minutes passed and she could wait no longer. She also sensed Maggie was becoming restless, too, with the delay. Therefore, to satisfy them both Flip ran her index fingers along the creases formed by her abdomen and thighs, feeling the soft, orange pubic hair that covered her mons. She went up, bent her head forward, and placed her mouth over the inside of Maggie's right crease and thigh. With the oval of her mouth Flip sucked on Maggie's skin, flicking the tip of her tongue over the surface, and when she finished the kiss and raised her head, she left a rosy pink spot on her pale skin, that which is often called a "hicky."

Maggie moaned and waited for whatever Flip had in store for her. What pleasures?

As for Flip, she let her fingers drift down to the bottom of Maggie's pussy and placed her right hand over her vulva and pressed gently on it while at the same time run her fingers through her pubic hair, noticing the pinkness of her flesh of her pussy lips from the paleness of her body. 

Not wanting to touch Maggie's clit just yet, Flip slid her fingers down past her clit and, joining them with her left hand, made a straight line between her little lips (labia minora). This separated the lips as she continued their path downward towards Maggie's vulva and her vagina just beyond. 

Flip felt how wet Maggie was, and her fingers collected Maggie's pussy-cream the closer she got to her vagina hole. She deliberately passed Maggie's urethra and vagina, continuing past her perineum to her asshole. 

Here Flip found Maggie's asshole and softly moved the pad of her right finger around it, increasing the pressure ever-so-slightly until her sphincter muscle relaxed. She was then able to get the tip of her probing finger inside her. This being their first time making love and Flip not knowing Maggie's likes and dislikes, she didn't want to go too far. She, therefore, thought she would be content with just a light touch and a smooth in and out motion inside the beginning of Maggie's asshole.

Maggie didn't cry out, try to withdraw from this foreign intrusion into her, nor tell Flip to stop. In fact, she moved down on her finger and pushed it a little deeper inside her asshole, but she did not go too far.

Flip backed her finger out of Maggie's asshole and started back up towards her vulva in search of her vaginal opening. She used both of her index fingers to open Maggie's pussy lips until they reached the vulva and entrance to Maggie's vagina. Flip spread Maggie's pussy lips and saw the coral pink color of her vaginal sheath. She also saw the pussy cream that had collected around the outside.

What Flip didn't see was Maggie's hymen intact, and she questioned her virginity. However, there are so many ways for girls today to break their hymens without penis penetration: feminine tampon products requiring vaginal insertion during their periods; riding a bicycle, especially those banana seats on geared bikes; being active in sports; using dildos and vibrators during masturbation; and, of course, their ever present fingers.

"Oh, Maggie, you are so beautiful. I love your womanhood. It is so young and fresh, and I love the natural fragrance emanating from you," said Flip.

Maggie had been lost in her private, sexual dream world when Flip broke into it with what she said, but even what she said had become a part of her dream world.

A gentle smile formed on Maggie's face as she relaxed in the glow of Flip's and her lovemaking.

"Oh, Flip, I'm so glad you like what you see and who I am. I was afraid you might look at me as someone too young and inexperienced for you since you have had other lovers," Maggie said almost apologetically.

"Nonsense, Maggie. I think you are deliciously beautiful, and I've not felt this way about any of my former lovers, and I emphasize ‘former' since I want us to become love partners. And think of it this way. You have much to learn when it comes to making love with another woman, and I have much to give in the art of Lesbos. So, we make a perfect match. Don't you think?" asked Flip.




Lessons in Love



Maggie worked to wrap her mind around this idea, and she decided what Flip had just told her was true. And, besides, age is not a barrier, not if two are in love with one another.

"Yes, Flip, we are a perfect match, and I so want for us to be love partners, but if you don't mind my asking, I've read and heard that with most couples one takes the role of the husband and the other the role of the wife. Which is which for us?" Maggie asked with some trepidation that she might have overstepped herself.

Flip laughed, almost a chuckle, then very seriously said to Maggie, "Well, Love. Oh, you don't mind my calling you Love so soon. Do you?"

"No, no, not at all since that is the way I think of you already," answered Maggie.

"Anyway, as far as we are concerned, I think I being older with more experience should be the husband and you the wife. Besides, I keep my hair short and am have a bigger build while you are not short but more diminutive in your nature than I and have your lovely, long, naturally curly orange hair," continued Flip in answering Maggie's question. "Is that all right with you then, Maggie?" asked Flip.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Maggie smiled coyly and answered, "Yes, Love, that makes perfect sense."

"Well, then, now that we have that settled, let's get down to business. And I mean down," Flip grinned.

Flip returned to skirting around Maggie's vaginal opening until she felt it expand to her touch as if inviting her fingers to enter. Flip collected as much of Maggie's pussy cream as possible, and then she placed the tips of her index and middle fingers at the opening of Maggie's vaginal sheath. She gently pressed her fingers inward and met no resistance. On the contrary Flip's two fingers slid past the ridges on top near the opening and then onto the soft, spongy spot just beyond that was Maggie's G-Spot.

Once fully inside Flip began an in and out motion, trying to go deeper inside with each piston stroke. After she got as far as human anatomy would allow, Flip concentrated on finger fucking Maggie, rubbing her G-Spot and feeling it fill with her paraurethral fluid that she might ejaculate when she had her orgasm. The more she slid back and forth inside Maggie's pussy, the fuller the sac became, and the pressure increased around Flip's two fingers so that she felt Maggie's entire vaginal canal full and pressing on her fingers.

Maggie had been moaning with pleasure each time Flip thrust into her vagina, and with each thrust of Flip's fingers Maggie pushed with her hips, especially when she rubbed against her G-Spot, something she knew about but never felt in her own pussy because at the angle of her hand she couldn't reach it with her fingers no matter how hard she tried.

"I'll wait until I have a chance to be inside Flip's pussy and feel her G-Spot," thought Maggie.

By now Flip had pulled her fingers out of Maggie's pussy, and seeing them covered with her cream, she brought them to her mouth and licked them. She wanted to know what Maggie's pussy cream tasted like. She licked them clean and then brought them back down to Maggie's vaginal opening. Here she explored with her fingers on both the outside of Maggie's vagina and her urethra, the heart of Maggie's vulva.

Maggie was going into erotic hysterics with all the finger manipulation on her pussy and began to rotate her hips and thrust them up and down in a fucking motion.

Flip knew how sexually aroused Maggie was and that it was time for her to help her have her orgasm, the first one with her. Her virginal orgasm with her.

Flip slowly led a slick trail up between Maggie's pussy lips until her index finger stopped on the underside of Maggie's clit, her love bud that by now was extended from beneath its hood and swollen with engorged blood, causing it to tingle with sexual energy that needed to find a pathway out.

With great care Flip put her right thumb underneath Maggie's clit for a hold and then flicked her right index finger across it as softly as butterfly wings or the touch of a soft, egret feather.

Never had Maggie experienced such sensual arousal…so light a touch on her clit.

She thrilled to it and went deep inside herself as she sought the trigger that would bring her to orgasm.

Little did she know there was a trigger and help outside that would help her achieve her orgasm. The outside help was Flip's hungry mouth and tongue.

As Maggie wrestled with her wanton desires, she had her eyes closed while Flip moved her fingers around Maggie's clit a few times, heightening her sexual needs.

In doing so, Flip lowered her head with her mouth opened in the shape of an "O" and gently placed it over Maggie's clit and the lower part of her shaft, and sucked it into her mouth, creating a suction.

Maggie bucked her hips upward in response to this new and wonderful feeling, and at the same time by instinct she reached down and placed as much of her hands that she could on Flip's head and pressed down, compensating downward pressure with upward pressure.

"Oh, Flip…my god! This is…so unlike…any feeling…I've had before. Your mouth… around my clit…is making it…come alive…with sexual…energy…and I feel it vibrating. Oh, do…suck harder…and get me off. I need…to cum…so badly," Maggie moaned in words she gasped in groups rather than full sentences.

With her mouth firmly attached to Maggie's clit, Flip had no recourse but to mumble her awareness of what Maggie had just managed to say through her sighs, moans, and groans.

Flip reached down and slid her hands beneath Maggie's ass so she could create more downward pressure on her clit that was surely near the bursting point of discharging the ecstatic energy that had been slowly building since Flip had begun making love with her.

Flip's drawing Maggie's hips upward as she pressed her face into Maggie's pussy and directly onto her clit, also pushed her pert breasts press against Maggie's upper thighs, heightening the erotic sensations for both Flip and Maggie.

"Oh, yes. Yessss., Flip," cried Maggie through her muffled voice, "I'm right at the edge. I'm going to cum."

This was Flip's cue to take one last, long suck on Maggie's clit before she ducked her head down so that she could put her open mouth over Maggie's urethra and vaginal opening, waiting for Maggie to have her orgasm even though she didn't know she would ejaculate or not since not all women do. But, she was hopeful. Flip wanted to taste the fruit of her labor.

Maggie raised her hips upward as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave crashing against a rocky shore, and her tidal wave came in the clear fluid she ejaculated from both her vagina and urethra, filling Flip's mouth to overflowing. Most of Maggie's ejaculate shot into Flip's mouth and down her throat while some of it shot up her sinuses and dribbled from her nostril. The rest squirted out the corners of her mouth. In all, Flip's face was awash with Maggie's ejaculate.

After the first major ejaculation, there were two more, each one diminishing in amount and force, and each one being controlled by Flip so she was able to swallow, but at the end of the third ejaculation Flip kept a mouthful she didn't swallow but mixed it with her saliva.

Maggie's hold on Flip's head relaxed, and she was able to raise her head and get into a kneeling position. She looked from Maggie's wonderfully, drenched, pussy covered with wet but curly, orange, pubic hair to her cherry pink nipples that capped her shapely breasts and onto her beautiful face that was outlined by her orange hair made into a single, French braid that went down to the small of her back.

Flip continued to watch Maggie as she saw her eyes move beneath her closed lids and her working to get control of her breathing and heart rate. When she did, Maggie opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Flip lovely face looking at her, smiling. Maggie also saw Flip's face covered with her pussy cream.

Sliding forward, Flip enfolded Maggie into her arms and hugged her. She then turned her face to hers and lowered her lips onto hers. Maggie waited for the touch, and when they did, she opened her mouth to receive Flip's erotic tongue. That she received, but with Flip's tongue came a surprise. When Flip opened her mouth, she let a mouthful of her saliva mixed with Maggie's ejaculate flow into her mouth. Maggie, while surprised, savored the elixir of their lovemaking before she swallowed, and then she and Flip shared a lover's kiss, still feeling the ecstasy of their lovemaking.

"That was wonderful, Flip. What you did to me and for me. Never in my life have I ever felt this way," said Maggie as she enfolded Flip into her arms and whispered softly into her ear. "I love you, Flip, my Love."

"I love you, too, Maggie," said Flip passionately.

Flip and Maggie held on to one another for the longest time, not wanting to break the bond between them, but finally Flip moved away and sat up, still holding Maggie with an amorous look in her eyes.

Without a word Maggie reached out and cupped Flip's large breasts in her hands, and with an impish grin brightening her face, gently pushed Flip down onto the sofa and said,

"Now it's my turn to eat your pussy and see what it's like and what you taste like."

And Maggie bent over with her hands still on Flip's breasts and buried her face between them in her cleavage. Pushing them even more tightly against her face, Maggie blew on her skin the way a mother plays with her child, making that wet, blubbering sound.

"Oh, Maggie, stop! Stop! I have to pee, and if you don't stop and let me up, I'm going to pee right here on my sofa," begged Flip.

Maggie had raised her head by now and was laughing, enjoying their playful mood after having made such intense love with one another, but she didn't want Flip to have an accident on her sofa, and so she pushed herself up, leaving a kiss on Flip's stomach right on her bellybutton, causing Flip to laugh again.

"Okay, I'll stop, but it's my turn to eat your pussy. I haven't seen it yet. Just your beautiful breasts. Besides, I have to pee, too," Maggie said quietly.

"Then come with me to the bathroom, and we'll both pee before coming back to the sofa," Flip said, smiling seductively.

After Flip and Maggie peed, Flip laid her shorts on top the dirty clothes hamper, thinking it would be useless putting them back on since she would be taking them off in just a minute or two.

However, as she was doing this, Maggie cried out softly, "Oh, Flip, do me a favor. Put your shorts back on, please. I want to be the one to take them off you as a part of my servicing you with cunnilingus."

Flip saw the hunger in Maggie's eyes. She, therefore, said, "All right, Love. If that's what you want. I'll do it. Right now I'd do just about anything for you."

Flip put her shorts back on. Maggie smiled her thank you and reached out and offered Maggie her hand.

On their way back to the living room, they passed the kitchen, and Maggie smelled the delicious aroma of the lasagna and said, "Oh, Flip, what about your lasagna. Isn't it going to burn?"

With an impish grin, Flip half-whispered, "No, Love. It's not going to burn. It was already done cooking before you arrived, and I turned the heat down just enough to keep it warm, hoping what happened between us would happen."

Flip grabbed Maggie's hand and led her back into the living room, talking as they went as if to avoid giving Maggie any explanation for what she had done.

Maggie smiled and replied, "Oh, you were that sure I would want to make love with you? Did you?"

"Well, yes. At least I hoped so. I got those vibes when we first touched, an energy that can pass only between kindred spirit that somehow lets two people know they are somehow connected. It's the same as being soul mates. You felt it, too, Maggie? I know you did. I saw it in your eyes," said Flip.

"Oh, yes. I felt it. It was strong and coursed through my body, causing me to have a powerful personal and sexual attraction to you, and what we just shared proved our instant soul connection. In the Irish we call soul mates Anam Caras," said Maggie.

They were now standing with Flip's back facing the sofa and Maggie in front of her. Maggie bent down and kissed Flip on the side of her neck and gently sucked, and then moving her mouth up and down her neck, she continued kissing and licking until she buried her face where neck and shoulder meet. Maggie's heart began beating loudly once more within her, and she reached down with her left hand, cupping Flip's left breast and felt her heart beating faster, too. It was time. Past time to give as she had received.

"Now, Love, let's get you down onto the sofa. Scootch up to the corner and position yourself between the back and the armrest. I want to take your shorts off so I can study your pussy and see all of your womanhood up close and personal, not just the quick peek I saw when you peed," Maggie said with a gleam of innocent seductiveness in her green eyes.

Flip sat down in the corner of the sofa and did as Maggie had asked. When she was sitting the way Maggie wanted, Maggie knelt down on her knees, spreading Flip's legs wide so that she would be well between her thighs and up towards the front of the sofa.

Looking longingly into Flip's eyes, she reached out and cupped her breasts once more with her hands and pressed gently, feeling her nipples that were hard and erect and pushing her breasts together and upwards.

Maggie waited but a few seconds before she leaned forward, burying her face between Flip's ample cleavage once more and reveled in the touch of her flesh against Flip's. It was wondrously heaven-like for Maggie to be so close to the woman she so quickly loved and who had brought her to orgasm just minutes ago.

She felt like a child nestling against her mother's breasts, feeling their roundness and softness as well as their warmth. Turning her head from side to side, Maggie kissed and licked the sides of Flip's breasts and tasted the saltiness of her flesh from perspiration that formed on her skin during her giving of love to Maggie.

With her hands still on Flip's breasts, Maggie stopped licking and began a slow slide down from Flip's cleavage onto the top of her chest wall with her hands following.

Wanting to capture the moment, Maggie slowly ran her hands along Flip's sides while she kept her moist tongue drawing a wet line down. Maggie's tongue was now at the upper edge of Flip's low-cut shorts, and as she licked back and forth across the dividing line, Maggie brought her hands onto the sides of Flip's shorts. With both hands she reached the middle and untied the chord that held them up.

Maggie then put her fingers beneath Flip's shorts at the top and expanded them to loosen them like the bottoms were around her thighs. She then slid her hands up to the top of the shorts and slid her fingers underneath while keeping her thumbs on the outside to keep a good hold on the material. 

Maggie gulped from sexual anticipation, knowing she was but seconds away from looking between Flip's legs and at her pussy. Holding her breath, Maggie wiggled Flip's shorts away from the top and over her round hips that matched her breasts in size. She paused for a second before she continued and had them past Flip's pussy.

"Oh, my, Flip's pussy is so deliciously formed. I love how her dark hair delineates her womanly ‘V' running down the creases in her legs and covering a small portion of her upper thighs. I also love the way her mons rises up, making her pussy seem raised and full. Flip reminds me of those buxom women with small waists and ample, well-formed thighs one sees in photos of the early 19th century, the kind one sees in many pieces of art displayed in museums and art galleries," Maggie sighed with loving discernment of Flip's body.

Maggie continued removing Flip's short until she slipped them over her feet and dropped them to the floor. Without wasting time Maggie righted herself and put her hands onto Flip's knees.

"Oh, Flip, you are absolutely beautiful, and your body excites me so. I don't know if its due to our age difference, but your body seems more rounded and softer than a young girl's body such as mine," Maggie said as if it were almost a question. "And I love it."

Flip smiled lovingly at Maggie, "Yes, Love, most women add on a few extra pounds as they get older, and it's their padding that gives them that more rounded look," Flip said. "But with the right diet and daily exercise, women can keep their girlish figure. That's the good part."

"Well, I love the way you look and don't want to waist any more time with small talk. I want to eat your pussy and help you have your orgasm as you helped me have mine," Maggie said.

She then slid her hands from Flip's knees and very slowly worked her them down the sensitive insides of Flip's thighs so she could focus on her pussy with anticipation of her lips kissing Flip's nether lips.

When she finally got down to the top of Flip's inner thighs, she allowed her hands to rest on the creases where the legs stop and the abdomen begins. Maggie then, her eyes still open so she saw the details of Flip's vulva, lowered her head and placed her face onto Flip's hairy pussy.

Maggie swooned with the very thought of having gained what she had wanted since she first met Flip just days ago, making love with her. Now she had arrived at her Nirvana, and her mouth touched the gates waiting for her to open them.

Maggie smelled Flip's mature fragrance, and it added to her sensual excitement as she tentatively stuck her wet tongue out of her mouth and wiggled it between the lips of Flip's vulva. Once there Maggie moved her tongue around, aware of the silky pussy cream she was collecting on her tongue.

"Mmm, Flip tastes so good," as thoughts raced through Maggie's mind.

Still pressing her hands against Flip's inner thighs, Maggie finally shoved her tongue beyond Flip's vulva and into her vaginal sheath. It felt smooth, warm, and creamy on her tongue, and she tasted a hint of Flip's musk that excited her and intensified her senses, both physical and emotional. One does not truly make love unless both mind and body are one. This was the state Maggie was in as she made love with Flip and as she ate her pussy.

Maggie explored Flip's vagina as if it were virgin territory which, of course, it was for her, knowing that Flip had other lovers, but she thought, "This is my time here and now with Flip, and since this is our first time making love, it is as if we are first-time lovers," Maggie convinced herself regarding Flip's and her blossoming relationship.

While Maggie was exploring Flip's vaginal sheath, first touching the ridges on the upper side and then the tip of her tongue against the soft, spongy spot several inches beyond the ridges. Maggie knew this was the area of Flip's G-Spot, and so she gave it extra attention with her tongue, sliding it back and forth and pushing up with it only to have it return to its original position.

Flip moaned with carnal lust as Maggie ate her pussy, and she pushed her hips forward to increase the pressure on Maggie's lips that flattened her lips around her vaginal hole and shoved her tongue in a little further than it was.

"Maggie, that feels so good, but do bring your tongue up to my sexually, excited clit. Your eating my pussy as made me so horny. It won't take long for me to cum the way my clit is vibrating.

Maggie reluctantly withdrew her cum-coated tongue but licked it clean before she moved back onto to Flip's pussy. Maggie wanted to give Flip full erotic joy, and so she kept her left hand on Flip's pussy with her first two fingers inside her vagina. As Maggie moved her tongue slowly towards Flip's clit, she also slid her right hand down between Flip's crease past her perineum, between her ass cheeks, and onto her anus. Here she sought out Flip's asshole with her little finger, and when she found it, she slowly circled it with her finger, pressing ever so gently until the sphincter muscle relaxed and allowed Maggie's little finger inside.




Lessons in Love



This is an excerpt from a story which I wrote called "A Stranger At The Well". The story is a fairy tale, set in another time and place. Rachel is not a modern day character. She is eighteen, but naive and ingenuous, having been raised in isolation before she meets Donald, a more worldly and experienced person, who falls in love with her and marries her in a private ceremony on her small farm.

Donald could not help wondering how much Rachel understood about the part of marriage that took place between sundown and sunup. She was a virgin in the purest sense of the word, in every element of her being, and he dared not change that roughly. She deserved the most tender handling.

When she laid down on the mat with him at night, she seemed to welcome his presence as a natural thing and to curl up into him as easily as a kitten with its litter-mates. Donald sometimes kissed her playfully on her cheeks and forehead, and rubbed her back and arms. She would smile and giggle at the tickling sensation of his tongue and lips, gently nibbling at her.

But once, when he had moved to her mouth and put his lips on hers, a surge of sensation had brought his body suddenly into tension, and he had pulled her to him, kissing her with hunger.

Rachel had become immediately rigid. If Donald was hungry, then she was the prey, and she didn't like that feeling. Donald had felt her response, and released her at once, dismayed to realize what he had secretly suspected--that her desire for him was as yet unawakened.

"I'm sorry," he had murmured, slightly embarrassed by the intensity of his own reaction.

Rachel felt bewildered by the sudden predatory feeling she had gotten from Donald, but he hurried to reassure her, asking cautiously, "Can I just hold you?"

"Well...alright," she had agreed.

So he had carefully placed his arm over her and lay still, putting space between his energized body and her timid one until he felt calm again.

* * * *

After their fanciful private ceremony, Donald and Rachel had returned to their shack hand-in-hand. 

Rachel didn't know what to do next. There wasn't much she could do in this confining dress. What else did one do on their wedding day?

Donald suggested a picnic lunch, and Rachel thought that a perfect idea.

When they had spread out the blanket and food in the back field, they sat and fed each-other. It was another of Donald's good ideas. 

"How fun!" Rachel thought, chewing the dried apples Donald dropped into her open mouth. She laughed as he playfully nipped her fingers when she thrust the bread and cheese in his mouth, and gargled the water she poured into it.

With their stomachs full, Donald pulled Rachel into his lap and leaned against one of the ancient oaks that stood in the field. He had thought it through carefully, and he decided that now was the right time to address her backward upbringing. He plunged ahead, hoping it would be well-received.

"Can I ask you something?" he began.

"Yes."

"Well, you know that people marry so they can raise a family, right?"

Rachel nodded.

"Well...is that something you want to do?"

"Oh, yes!" Rachel replied, swelling with enthusiasm at the idea. Just as she had never expected to marry, she had never thought of having children. But once it was proposed, the idea excited her. How sweet to have a tiny baby to love!

"Well, Rachel...Do you know how children come into the world?"

"Well, I know how baby lambs come into the world," she offered.

"...And, do you know how they get into their mother's belly?"

"They just start growing there."

"How?"

"I don't know. It's magic."

"Would you like to have some of that magic?" he asked hopefully.

Rachel grinned. "I sure would."

Donald felt desire trickling into his loins. He paused and took a breath in preparation for the revelation to Rachel. Then he looked deeply into her eyes.

"It's the ram that gives the magic to the ewe," he stated.

Rachel stared blankly, and then jolted upright, jumping away from him and grimacing with a sudden remembrance.

"No!" she protested. "No! That ram--he was nasty!--And noisy!--And that ewe, she yelled! She didn't like what he was doing at all! She ran away from him, and he caught up with her, and she squealed and squealed!"

"Rachel..." Donald interrupted, realizing he hadn't quite managed to convey what he had hoped...

"Rachel," he cajoled. "It's not like that at all...I mean..."

His words trailed off without a sure direction.

Then he tried again. "Rachel, it's not the same with people...Oh, Rachel..."

He suddenly felt weak with longing for her. How could he tell her what he was feeling? Surely, she was feeling something too.

He took her hand. He closed his eyes. A wave of desire moved through the mid-line of his body, its origin indistinct, coming at once from his heart and his groin.

"Can you feel that?" he asked.

Rachel closed her eyes. A sudden, warm current seemed to move to her insides.

"I love you, Rachel," Donald whispered.

And Rachel understood, in a moment, in an instant. Love.

He took her hand and began to kiss it softly, holding it against the smooth skin of his shaven cheek. He took her other hand and pressed it together with the first, locking them together in silent prayer and sealing them with kisses.

Holding her clasped hands in one of his, he pulled her toward him, laying her head against his shoulder. He stroked her hair gently, and closed his eyes, rocking slowly back and forth.

The day was warm, and Donald removed the dark jacket he had worn for the ceremony. Suddenly, Rachel was worried about her dress. She tried to jump up, but Donald held her, commenting, "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it later. You look so beautiful in it. Lie down."

So she reclined on the blanket, and Donald propped himself on his arm, leaning over her with his other arm for support. He placed his lips to Rachel's, watching her eyes. She stared back at him.

"Close your eyes. Relax," he murmured, kissing her again. He kissed her cheeks and her forehead, gently brushing his cheek against her wispy eyelashes. He kissed her chin and her jaws and her neck, breathing softly on the skin made wet by his mouth.

He returned to her mouth, his breaths becoming longer and deeper. His tongue moved evenly across her lips, gently pressing them apart. He explored her mouth with his tongue, and she opened it to receive him.

He pulled away to look at her, reached for a tendril of her hair and arranged it around her shoulder. It curled gently over her breast. He leaned forward and kissed her chest, brushing his blond curls against her skin and nuzzling his nose softly into the folds of her dress, as they heaved softly with her breathing. A sweet longing swelled in her breast, and she wanted to hold him close, as she had held the baby lamb.

He ran his hands up and down her torso, her arms and shoulders. The sensation in her breast spread to every part of her body he touched, and a strange yearning rose up deep in her bowels.

Unfastening the buttons of her gown, Donald kissed the white flesh of her breasts passionately, sucking the skin tenderly into his mouth. When he reached the nipples, he sucked hungrily on them, and Rachel remembered the lamb again, pulling on its mother's teats.

She felt her body responding to him with new and powerful feelings. He looked at her with gleaming eyes, and professed, "You're so beautiful. I love every inch of you."

As he returned to her breasts, Rachel became aware of a pressure against her leg. She flashed on the ram, and she couldn't get the ewe's bleating out of her mind. She felt suddenly frightened, panicky.

Donald stopped kissing her, feeling her abrupt withdrawal.

"Rachel, " he promised. "I'll never hurt you. And I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do."

He sat up and rested his arms on his knees, with his broad back to Rachel. He took two long breaths, closing his eyes and willing against nature for the river to flow backward.

Finally, he asked, "Would you do me a favor, Rachel? Would you stroke my back?"

"Oh, yes. I will," she volunteered, reaching her arm up from her supine position. She stroked firmly and willingly, running her long fingers through the wiry hair on his shoulders and back.

"My body is yours to explore, just as you like," he reassured. "I don't want to scare you, Rachel."

"Alright," she agreed. She felt calmer, as they backed away from the abyss that had appeared without warning.

He laid down, and she rubbed her firm hands across his chest and belly, stopping now and then to bury them in the curly hair that accented the muscular lines of his sun-bronzed chest and abdomen.

"My father had hair like this," she commented. "It used to mat together when I poured the water over him in the washtub."

Her face suddenly brightened. "Could--could I give you a bath like I used to do for Papa?" she asked.

Donald smiled. "I guess we could make an exception for one chore today," he teased.

Rachel jumped up and pulled him to the cottage. She found a work frock to change into.

"Now, close your eyes," she admonished Donald, before stepping out of the ornamented white dress and into the simple one.

"Now you can open them," she instructed, handing Donald the dress. He folded it carefully and stowed it in the bag he had brought it in, while Rachel started a fire.

She hung the big water pot to boil and fetched the metal washtub from its resting place near the sink. She poured cold water into it and procured soap and towels from their respective places.

When the water was hot, she dipped and poured it into the tub, mixing it with the cold until it was a perfect temperature.

Then she turned her back. "You can get in now," she said.

Donald stood up, dropping the suit trousers to the floor, folding them and putting them aside. He stepped into the tub and sat down, covering his loins with the cloth Rachel had hung over the side of the tub.

"Alright, I'm ready," he said.

Rachel turned around and knelt down to scrub his back. She worked efficiently and gently. The hair on his back and chest indeed matted, and then sprung up in wet ringlets that produced a rich white lather with the soap. Her strong hands massaged his muscular arms, and then his legs, reaching into the milky water to rub his feet, his calves, and his thighs.

When she was done, Donald proclaimed, "I've never had such a refreshing bath! Thank you. Now it's your turn."

Rachel startled. "Oh, no, that wouldn't be right. Papa never washed me. I wash myself," she declared proudly.

"So be it," Donald concluded.

"I'm hungry," Rachel said suddenly. The afternoon light was growing thin.

"So am I," Donald said as he stood up, wrapping himself with a towel.

Rachel busied herself with the meal, and then they ate it in quiet companionship before retiring to an early bed.

2. Magic

Rachel was up early, busy as usual. Donald joined her, and together they worked as they had done for the past two seasons.

After the evening meal, Rachel flopped carelessly into bed, tired yet satisfied. Donald rubbed her sore muscles, taking pleasure in the smoothness of her skin beneath his hands. The days were becoming warmer, and even the night had lost its chill.

"M-m-m," Rachel hummed.

"It's so warm I don't want any bedclothes tonight," Donald commented. "Isn't this spring air delicious?"

"I love it." She buried her face in her folded arms as she lay on her stomach.

Donald tickled the backs of her legs softly with his moving fingers. He inventoried the curves of her neck, her small waist, her round hips and shapely legs with his eyes, and wondered how much of them belonged to him tonight.

Rachel rolled over to look at him.

"Why are you so good to me? What did I ever do to deserve you? I feel like a fairy princess in a story that can't possibly be true. No one is really as kind as you are. They're mean and angry, like my father."

Donald was motionless beside her, savoring the moment between them. There was no answer to give her, except that he loved her. His eyes spoke of that as they peered into Rachel's brown ones, and though he said nothing, she seemed to understand.

Rachel rolled back, and Donald slid down beside her, wrapping his body around hers. Her hair smelled sweet to his nostrils as they rested close to her head. Her even breathing told him she was already slipping into slumber, and answered the question he had asked himself earlier.

When he was sure his movement wouldn't rouse her, he extricated himself from her sleeping frame and found the night air beyond the door a poor second for a lover. He crouched near the earth, grasping his frustration and feeding it to the dark soil, groaning with the pain of it. 

Then he could sleep near her again, and feel his love for her without anger, and touch her without seizing. So he returned to bed, closed his eyes, and was soon lost in sleep.

* * * *

The spring days passed evenly and uneventfully into summer. Donald held the reins of his patience, and gave Rachel the space she required. Sometimes his body ached to be inside her, but he held his peace, knowing her wounds needed time to heal.

She seemed content with simple companionship, and sometimes she was much more of a little girl than a woman; but that too only needed time. And with it, he began to perceive changes in her. She became less timid and began to venture out further away from him, to the barn and the fields alone.

One day, she announced to him that she wanted to have a baby. Donald wondered if he dare hope she understood the implications of her announcement.

"That is the only thing that could make me happier than I am with you right now," he replied, smiling broadly.

He saw that she knew what she had asked for, when she sat cross-legged on the bed that evening, stretching her hands out to him. Her face was open and smiling.

"Come love me, Donald," she said. "Come give me your magic."

Donald could always read her thoughts as they marched liberally across her face, and this evening they were spirited, and unwittingly provocative.

Her simple dress revealed a womanly body which filled the bodice with full, round breasts, while glimpses of white flesh peeked out from the depths which lay beneath the skirt, hiked up and stretched tight across her thighs so she could sit thusly. Her long mahogany hair draped in rich waves over her shoulders, inviting Donald's hands to stroke it.

Donald rose from the chair where he had been sitting after the evening meal, and Rachel's eyes followed him to his full height, as it towered over her.

She admired the strong lines of his face and body as he stood before her. His jaws, his eyebrows, his nose stood out like bold strokes in an artist's sketch on the tan canvas of his face. The prominent eyebrows were raised with anticipation; and though he was smiling, his eyes, which often crinkled and danced with humor when he laughed at something she said, looked darker and deeper than usual.

The rough-hewn muscles of his shoulders and chest rippled beneath his peasant shirt, and balanced with Doric grace on the sinewy pillars of his hips and legs, camouflaged in loose brown trousers tied at the waist.

Rachel noticed how blond his hair looked, after many hours of basking in the sun. It was as golden as his skin was brown; it fell carelessly in long ringlets around his face, and she wanted to touch it.

But what drew her more than that were his lips, thick and red, curved up in a knowing smile, waiting to be tasted.

He knelt on the bed and clasped her hands, feeling the energy in his body shift into a lower octave, gathering its power and stowing it for the moment.

He pursed his lips gently against the soft skin of Rachel's face and neck, moving her down onto the bed. Her lips answered, meeting the firm line of his jaw and brushing against the evening bristle of his beard.

She pulled lightly on the blond curls at his nape as his tongue flicked across her cheek and nose, finding her mouth warm and inviting. She sucked his lips into her mouth one at a time, fed by their succulence.

They sighed in unison, allowing the natural tension to ebb out of their bodies, so it could return on a deeper plane to take them down to the hidden meeting-place.

Rachel wondered at the strange transformation taking place in her. It was as if some buried chest had been opened within her, revealing secrets to her body she didn't know she knew.

Donald slipped his hand under the yoke of her dress and stroked her neck and shoulders, sending little shivers down her back. He deepened his kiss, holding her neck tighter and moving his tongue in and out of her mouth with an insistent rhythm.

The cadence excited her, launching sensations of pleasure into other parts of her body. His tongue moved deeper and stronger, as his breaths grew long and laborious. His whole body felt suddenly heavy, as the weight of it pressed against her.

Rachel moved slowly out of the narrow box of her body and into the expanding world of feeling which was echoing around her, drawing her into the place where she and Donald merged into one.

His hands slid up to cup her clothed breasts, squeezing them lightly, and massaged the nipples with open palms. It sent sharp sensations of pleasure rippling through her, and ignited a warm hunger in the floor of her body.

Her arms tightened around him in response and clasped his back, molding the strong muscles of his arms and shoulders, finding that as she massaged his flesh, it began to feel as if it was her own. Her desire for him increased as his mouth moved over hers, intense and hard, and her muscles grew taut like his.

He sat up to pull his shirt over his gleaming brown torso. She watched him, her chest heaving with panting breaths, and felt impatient at being separated from him.

He unbuttoned her smock with warm fingers, and buried his face in her breasts. He moved his restless mouth over their satin hills and down the valley of her shifting belly. 

She drew her breath in sharply as his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking ravenously, and he ran his powerful hands down her sides to clasp her hips. Holding them with both hands, he felt as if he could move mountains, and their bodies undulated with a motion that seemed to come from the earth itself.

He pulled her dress down to expose the bare beauty of her shoulders. With trembling fingers, he caressed them and found her mouth once again with his hungry lips. She moaned softly and melted into his hard body as it pressed upon her.

She began to understand what he had meant about magic, and the sensations she was feeling urged her deeper into the river of passion which flowed out of his hands.

They were strong and probing as they slid smoothly down her side and over her hips, taking the material of her dress up with them as he rubbed her thighs, kneading them insistently. Her body answered with a rhythm that matched his moving hands.

She felt the pressure of his erection against her leg, but this time it exhilarated, rather than frightened, her.

Donald took her hand and pulled her to a sitting position, slipping her dress off her arms. She shivered in the cool air, and he laid her down again, covering her with his heated chest. As he pulled the dress down over her legs and feet and placed it on the bed next to them, a curtain closed around them, sealing them into the Holy Place.

He gazed with wonder at the naked artistry of his wife's body for the first time. He eased his breath out in a sigh that ended in a low whistle. His eyes fixed on hers, and the adoration she saw in them banished all embarrassment. Her body was a shrine, and he the only supplicant.

He untied his trousers and laid next to her, placing her hand meaningfully on the manhood which pushed against their coarse material.




Lessons in Love



"Don't be afraid of me," he whispered. "Take me deeper."

Instinctively, Rachel knew what he meant, and when she closed her hand over him, she had the amazing feeling that she was exploring a new part of her own body. His low, guttural moans ravished something deep in her chest.

Curiously, she caressed the pulsing contours, feeling the rough texture of the material which separated her from flesh, as well as the throbbing organ beneath it.

He held the trousers open, breathing hard, and growled as she slipped her hand inside, reveling in the softness and firmness there. His hips pressed into her hand, and he closed his large hand over hers, guiding it forcefully into the piston action that played a mounting counterpoint to his thrusting hips.

At the same time, he reached for her thighs, moving his fingers up and down with the ancient, archetypal rhythm until they met the depression between them. Urging them apart, he continued the rhythm, smooth and relentless, along the wet fleshy folds inside until her caresses were his, and his were hers, and the hypnotic drumbeat droned on with its ceaseless, pounding inertia.

He quickened the beat suddenly, and the shock of pleasure she felt made Rachel's hand grip him harder as she cried out. The forceful, throaty groan he returned startled her, and she quickly released him, surfacing briefly.

"Did I hurt you?" she cried.

"No," he answered breathlessly.

"I want in," he pleaded, sliding a long finger inside her and bringing it out to continue the cadence.

She nodded, answering as if in slow motion from the pool of sensation in which she was floating.

He spread her legs wide, and knelt between them, fingering the soft wet folds while she held him, guiding him to the merging point.

He entered her, moving gently with the rhythm, now emanating from the welded place. He rested his forearms on either side of her head, holding himself back with their powerful muscles.

Rachel winced, and he stopped, holding himself still. He stroked her face with his finger, pushing the damp locks of her hair away from it. He voiced sacred words and forbidden mantras, uttering the petitions permitted only in this hallowed place. He watched her relax back into the pool, and then he began the rhythm again.

Rachel closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. She felt full and empty at once. She was filled with Donald, yet she wanted him more. So she wrapped her legs around his hips, answering his thrusts and pulling him deeper into her, embracing both the pain and the inexorable pleasure of the moment with long, plaintive moans.

Donald thrust harder and deeper, until the fiery sweetness in the inner core overflowed, washing over them in waves and waves of exquisite pleasure. Their voices cantillated in cries and groans, tangling together in the silence of the dark room.

Rachel slumped beneath him, panting evenly, and Donald rolled to his side, taking her with him. She breathed in counterpoint to him, drawing in when he breathed out, breathing out as he drew in, so that their bellies formed an unbroken, oscillating line together.

Gradually, their breaths came in longer, hushed measures, as their bodies melted slowly away from each-other into a deep, contented sleep. 



Lessons in Love



Natalia and I will be married six years this July. In that time our relationship has blossomed and grown, particularly our sex life. We have explored our deepest fantasies and made them a reality.

My arse has always been a turn on for her. I always found that surprising as I considered it nothing special. When we first started to go out she would wait until I came out of the bath and bend me over so she could kiss my bum cheeks. Later she grew more confident and would prise my cheeks apart and allow her tongue to probe deeper until she was literally licking my arse hole. The first time this happened I almost came straight away. It was the combination of the physical sensation of her tongue wetting my arse with saliva and the mental image of such an audacious act that drove me to an intense orgasm. 

In Natalia's mind it was far from degrading for her to lick me, on the contrary I became her bitch and my arse became an object for her pleasure. 

Over time she would use my heightened level of arousal to start to cross unspoken boundaries. She had me on my back one day and had been licking my balls and working her way down to my arse with her tongue. After probing it briefly and coating it in saliva she started to press an index finger against it. I looked at her in protest but before I could mutter any words her finger started to ease into me. My arse was tight around her finger but she continued licking my balls and managed to force her finger all the way in to the knuckle. As she played with my prostate a series of small orgasms rippled through me, slowly building in intensity. I was coming again and again but they were all dry. I had never experienced such pleasure and was totally at her mercy. 

From then on she would often introduce her finger into me and I would gratefully receive it. On one occasion we were about to make love and I was lying on my back expecting her to come over and straddle me so I could put my cock in her pussy. I had asked her to put some stockings on as I loved to see her in them. Instead she thought it would be better if I wore a pair of her sheer tights. As the fabric was stretched up my legs I suddenly felt vulnerable. Instead of straddling me she forced my legs apart and drew them up around her waist. My nylon covered legs clung on helplessly around her sides as she started a thrusting motion. Her fingers lightly ran along the sheer tights. In her mind she was imagining that she was wearing a huge strap-on cock and was fucking me senseless. I enjoyed the feeling of giving myself to her completely and we both started to cum.

I have always loved to see women in sheer hosiery, the material fascinates me. I love the way it stretches over smooth skin and shimmers in the light. Better still is to touch it, slippery smooth, the skin yields beneath my fingers stretching the fabric with it. Light and dark areas are created when the fabric curves away accentuating the shape of the legs. To me it is the ultimate in femininity, the most delicate of materials, the tiny pattern of fibres encasing the leg beneath it in a varnish like sheen. I loved it when Natalia started to buy me tights for my birthday, it meant so much to me and I always looked forward to seeing what she had chosen. Sometimes we would go into Calzedonia together and buy tights for both of us. She found it erotic too, since I was now her bitch. Some day she will buy me fully fashioned stockings too with a gorgeous seam up the back. I imagine the non stretch fabric has a different sensation against the skin and the suspender straps would gently pull on my legs with every step. 

We carried on with this mild form of role play for a while until one day she went out and bought a large double ended strap-on vibrator. The smaller end fitted tightly into her pussy and concealed a vibrator for her pleasure. The other end was larger, about eight inches long and thick with it. It also had a vibrator in it and both were controlled by a battery pack that she wore on her hip. Thick straps securely held it against her soft olive skin allowing her the power to thrust backwards and forwards with impunity. 

I will never forget the night she introduced my to it. She had changed into a pair of sheer brown tights and had cut a hole in them to allow her end of the dildo into her. Black patent high heel boots finished the look. It was my birthday and I had been told to close my eyes and wait for my surprise. With my eyes closed she lead me to the dining room table and bent me other it. She took a pair of tights and blindfolded me with them in case I started to look. Each foot was then tied to a different table leg drawing my legs open. My trousers and pants were drawn down to my knees exposing my bum to the air. She lightly planted kisses on my bum cheeks and worked her way towards the crack of my arse. Her fingers sunk in to each cheek and drew them apart. I let out a sigh as her tongue started to work its way slowly towards my arse. Saliva started to run along my crack and over my balls. Eventually she reached it and flicked her tongue over my hole a few times making sure it was soaking in saliva. I thought this was my birthday surprise and wasn't prepared for what came next.

She lingered there, her face buried in my arse, her tongue probing against my hole gently licking at it. She withdrew for air and started to insert a finger into me. This was soon replaced by a thumb so that my arse started to stretch open for her. A hand was placed on my back, forcing it to arch and raising my arse higher into the air. Now standing, she grasped her large cock with one hand and swung it smoothly across my bum until it reached my crack. As she pushed forward it peeled apart my cheeks and came to rest at my entrance. I had no idea what it was at this stage and could do nothing to stop her anyway as I was tied to the table. 

She leaned forward and started to push into me. My hole slowly started to stretch wide surrendering to the penetration. The bulbous head disappeared into me followed slowly by the thick veiny shaft. The motion was slow but relentless. I sucked in air as I struggled to take in what she was doing to me, I couldn't believe my lovely wife was actually fucking me. I protested that it was too big to get any more in. 

By now it was only less than half way in and she had no intention of stopping there. The vibrator was turned on and my arse started to shake. She paused to take in the sight of my cheeks convulsing either side of the thick shaft. Then, placing a hand on each side of my waist she continued to press forward with her hips, forcing herself further into me. The powerful vibrations helped to ease it in, I could feel the vibrations moving deeper. The sound became more muffled the deeper it went and I could sense it was now far inside me. Eventually her thighs pressed against me, I had been completely impaled.

"Happy birthday, bitch!" She loved to refer to me as her bitch and now I couldn't argue with her. She had made me her bitch and I loved her for it. With her hands clamped tightly around my waist she set to work fucking the life out of me. The fucking continued until she had come several times. 

She lay, exhausted, across my back, her cock still buried deep within me, her soft breasts pushed against my back. We shared that intimate moment for a few minutes while she caught her breath.

Eventually she pushed herself up and looked down at my arse, still stretched wide around the root of her cock. It was a sight that fascinated her. She reached over to her camera that was lying on the table. Setting it in movie mode she aimed it at my arse and started to film the sight. She slowly withdrew the cock and filmed as my arse peeled back clinging to the veiny shaft. When it was almost out she paused and filmed it slowly forcing its way back in, capturing with intimate detail my subjugation until my arse cheeks splayed out to accept the final inch. 

She then untied my blindfold, positioned the camera in front of me and played back the film. As I watched in amazement she mirrored the on screen action so I could see and feel myself being fucked at the same time. An intense orgasm rippled through my body, she was fucking with my mind and my body. 

The strap-on cock became a regular part of our love making and when I was fucking her she would say "That's it, show me how to fuck you, imagine I am fucking you right now like this". As I slammed my cock into her relentlessly I would say "This is how you have to fuck me". I would pull it all the way out and ram it home. She would encourage me by saying "Yes I'm going to fuck your arse like that, hard and fast with my huge cock". As I started to cum in her pussy she would start to orgasm too. Her love juices poured out of her well fucked pussy and she would tell me she was cumming in my arse.

Later that year we went on holiday to a tropical paradise and stayed for a week in a hillside hotel overlooking views of lush greenery. When the rain fell it was an amazing place to be, the rain beat against the cabin roof and rivulets of water meandered across the balcony floor. The sound of the wildlife from the forest canopy made us feel close to nature and we were soon losing our inhibitions and getting very intimate. 

One day we were sitting on the veranda watching the view and talking about our fantasies. As we started to kiss passionately she undid the front of my trousers and pulled them down so she could see if I was wearing a pair of sheer tights for her. Satisfied that I was she ran her hand around my bum, under my balls then down my leg, digging her nails lightly into the soft fabric as she did so. My other clothes soon became abandoned on the floor and we lay on a sun lounger, our bodies entwined, kissing and stroking each other. 

Her hand reached behind her and she brought out the strap-on cock. I first became aware of it from my peripheral view as we continued kissing. She moved it up towards our mouths until the cock was at the side of our faces. Soon it was pushing our lips apart and our tongues became separated, forced either side of the bulbous head. She started to lick it passionately, her saliva forming a slick coating that slid around the sides and hung down in thick cords.

I had no choice but to lick the other side of the thick cock, our tongues touching as we surrendered ourselves to it. She started to grunt and make lustful sounds then rolled her tongue around the tip as if to coax the cum out of it. We both became sluts hungry for that cock. I had never felt so dirty and we both went into a frenzy of licking as we rolled onto the floor, our legs entwined. 

We became oblivious to the rain that had started to hit us. Natalia's thin summer dress clung to her olive skin and turned transparent in the wet. Underneath lay a deep 6 strap suspender belt in a sheer black gauze material, a black thong, bra and seamed stockings. I lifted the dress off her as beads of warm raindrops fell from her tousled black hair. Rivulets of water started to run across her chest towards the valley of flesh between her ample breasts. I eased off her bra and as the tension released they bobbed slightly. They were a magnificent shape and size and topped off with large dark areole. The taunt smooth flesh held them suspended as if in mid air. 

I picked her up and lay her on her back on the lounger so that her head was hanging off the edge. Easing my tights down I held the back of her neck and presented my cock to her mouth. She angled her head back and took as much of my cock into her mouth that she could manage. My balls hung lazily above her face. I then pulled the tights back up to my waist, trapping her head inside them and forcing her deeper onto my cock.

The rain was beating more heavily now and our bodies became slick and slippery. I leaned forward planting kisses from her belly button towards her pussy. She let out a sigh as my tongue touched the intimate flesh of her clit and started to flick at it lightly. I brought the strap-on cock around and pushed it against her swollen pussy lips. Right in front of my eyes I watched her pussy lips part and ease around the head of the cock as I began pushing it into her. Instinctively her legs splayed out either side and her hips angled upwards trying to draw more cock in. Her body was submitting to this double fucking and she loved it. She began sucking harder on my cock and pulled me further down her throat. As I pushed into her I continued to lick at her clitoris making large circular movements with my tongue. 

Her hips floundered and her legs shook as both cocks continued to impale her gorgeous body from both ends. She was trapped beneath me, her head caught in my tights staring at my balls that swung just above her face. Slowly I pushed the other cock all the way into her gorgeous pussy, somehow she managed to take the whole length.

I turned on the vibrations and the reaction was immediate. Her body spasmed and her head thrashed about on my cock. I pressed my tongue harder against her clit and suddenly a torrent of juices gushed from her pussy soaking the her stockings. I leaned farther forward, and began licking as much juice as I could. Her thighs shook and her pelvis juddered sharply as orgasmic waves overwhelmed her.

Her orgasm sent me over the edge and I grabbed her head and thrust my cock deeper into her open mouth. Her neck bulged out in response just as I started to pump spunk straight down her throat. My balls had reached her nose and she was forced to watch them convulsing in front of her eyes as my spunk was driven out of them and straight into her throat.

I tensed for a brief moment, savouring the feeling of filling her. As I withdrew my cock I pulled the other slowly from her soaked pussy. Her body juddered then went limp as it gave up the two shafts. Her tongue followed the tip of my cock as it left her mouth. It flicked at a stray drop of spunk that had formed at the end. The pearl drop slid along her tongue and disappeared into her open mouth.

A second drop of spunk dripped onto her face and ran down her cheek. She had been well fucked and had a glow about her. Afterwards we lay on the lounger and cuddled up as the warm rain continued to beat against us.

Nabla