Chapter 2

Sandy needed no further urging. Her hands settled on the tight little ass she had thought about for years. She parted the wet curls in front of her with her tongue and slipped her tongue tip into Caroline’s pussy.

“Oh, GOD, yes.” moaned the young woman. Her head tipped back and her eyes closed blissfully.

Sandy flattened her tongue in Caroline and began to lap up and down the open slit in front of her. Reaching the top, she flicked the hard pearl that was exposed before her before lapping down again. Her mouth closed over the swollen labia and she sucked them into her mouth, savoring the taste of the college girl’s pussy. She plunged inside the young woman, her head reeling at the taste she had dreamed of for so long.

Caroline’s hips were jerking. Her hands pressed harder, rubbing the older woman’s face into her. Her breath came faster, in gulps and gasps. Now she was pleading with Sandy.

“Please, yes, oh my God. Fuck me Ms. Sandy. Oh God it feels so good.”

Sandy’s tongue found Caroline’s clit again and lashed it. The younger woman squealed. Then the kneeling woman took the hard nubbin in her lips and began to suck it. Caroline’s face twisted and she screamed. Sandy drove two fingers up inside the dripping pussy, spreading them and pumping her arm as she continued to suck Caroline’s clit.

The young woman went wild, crying out in abandon, screaming her older lover’s name over and over as she reached a series of nearly violent orgasms, flooding the older woman’s face with her juices, who eagerly lapped them up. After the young woman finished shaking, she leaned against the wall, looking down at the other woman, who rested her head on Caroline’s stomach and hugged her close.

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“Indeed,” replied the other woman. “Sandy was great fun. She had engaged me only for the afternoon, but I ended up spending the entire weekend with her. It was rather one-sided though.” At Dawn’s raised eyebrows Sandy nodded and continued. “She didn’t care about my reciprocating. She just wanted to perform oral sex on me, all over and on every part of my body.”

“Goodness again.” commented Dawn. Denise noted that the reporter had shifted back and forth during the recital, while leaning forward as if to make certain she didn’t miss a single word. Her right hand had lifted to touch her breast just for an instant before pulling it back down as though she had just realized what she had done.

“Now more common is someone who wants a particular scenario. The person I role play isn’t that important its what she does that is the main point. Jacquie’s fantasy was to be seduced by a neighbor into her first lesbian experience. It didn’t matter which one. In fact the name I used was not that of anyone in the area that she knew. The idea of a neighbor and acquaintance was the key as she wanted someone she could feel safe with who wouldn’t reveal what happened. She did have a few wishes about her seducer. I didn’t mind dyeing my hair but its a good thing I was taller than her already, I don’t think I could do anything about that. And I used a great deal more make-up than I usually do as she wanted someone older than her but then the essence of role playing is to pretend anyway. By the way, it was also my first time with a married woman.”

Jacquie was a normal everyday housewife and mother. She loved her family, she loved being a stay-at-home mom. She made great meals, attended every school function and kissed her husband every morning when he went to work and every evening when he got home. They had sex every Saturday night, and sometimes on Sunday afternoon. She enjoyed it immensely.

But Jacquie had a fantasy. She wanted to be seduced by another woman. Not by a stranger, not in some bar. She wanted it to be someone that she knew, but not so close a that it would ruin a friendship or perhaps lead to complications. Another married woman would have been perfect, but she just didn’t know anyone. Then she saw the ad.

The doorbell rang as she was vacuuming the Living Room. Shutting off the appliance, she answered the door. She was wearing her usual “work around the house” clothes; a pair of jeans with a much washed and shrunken t-shirt, its once bright colors now faded. Her brown hair, which normally reached halfway down her back, was caught up in a hasty twist.

“Hey there Jacquie,” smiled the woman from down the street. She was older than Jacquie, right around forty and a couple of inches taller. Her red hair hung to her shoulders. Like Jacquie, she was wearing jeans. Her top was brief, two thin straps holding up an abbreviated shirt that made no attempt to cover her midriff.

“Come on in.” Jacquie stepped back and motioned for her friend to enter. As always, she felt a little twinge of something or other in the pit of her stomach at the way Ginger’s gaze seemed to linger on her. Somehow, the attention the other woman seemed to pay her did something to her, something that charged the air between them. Glancing down for a second, she confirmed what she already knew. Her nipples had hardened slightly as Ginger’s eyes fastened on them. Her friend gave her a little smile, which was both unsettling and exciting.

“So what are you doing today?” asked the pretty brown-eyed hostess as she led her neighbor into the kitchen and poured them each a cup of coffee.

“Absolutely nothing,” responded her visitor. “I have all my chores done, for the morning anyway, and thought I’d drop by for a chat.”

“Well, I’m glad you did.” Jacquie turned and rummaged through the papers spread over one corner of the kitchen table. “I want to show you something here, as soon as I can find it, that is.”

Ginger stepped in close behind her. Jacquie shivered slightly as the other woman’s hands touched her hips. The taller woman looked over her shoulder, almost resting her chin on Jacquie’s shoulder.

“Nope,” laughed Jacquie. She shifted her weight back and forth, her attention more on the closeness of the woman behind her than on the papers in front of her. “Its a secret.”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Jacquie was distracted by the gentle pressure of the hands resting on her hips. Because her shirt was too short to reach the top of her jeans, the taller woman’s thumbs and index fingers were touching her bare skin. She wanted to jump as those fingers began to move, making slow, soft strokes on her skin.

“What,” Jacquie had to stop and swallow, her throat was so suddenly dry. “What secret is that?”

Ginger was so close that she could feel her breath on the side of her neck. The creeping fingers at her sides were moving, moving up, moving under her shirt, moving around to her tummy. They were warm and made her feel something strange and exciting all through her body.

“You mean you’ve never guessed?” The words were whispered right into her ear. Ginger’s lips were so close that Jacquie could feel them brush the shell of her ear and yet she had to strain to hear the other woman’s words.

A throaty laugh blew warm air into her ear. “You can’t tell it even now?” The hands that had been rubbing her tummy and crept up further and were brushing the bottom of Jacquie’s breasts. She was conscious that Ginger was pressed right against her and she could feel the taller woman’s breasts against her back. Two thin cotton shirts were not enough to prevent her from telling just where Ginger’s hard nipples bored into her.

“I, I, Oh God Ginger, what are you doing?” As though they had a mind of their own, Jacquie’s hands reached back to grasp the other woman’s hips. She felt the woman behind her press forward, her jeans rubbing against Jacquie’s denim covered butt.

“Guess how I feel about you.” This time Jacquie DID jump as the other woman’s lips touched the side of her neck.

“What do you mean?” Jacquie gasped. “Ginger, you’re acting like you, like you want to…”

“To make love to you.” Ginger finished the stammering question. Her hands slid up, cupping the married woman’s breasts.

Jacquie wanted to protest, to pull away. But she couldn’t. The gentle squeezes on her breasts, the fingers rolling her already stiffening nipples and the hunger growing deep inside her would not allow her to pull away. Her eyes closed and her hips began to move in response to the woman behind her.

Ginger slid one hand back down Jacquie’s tummy, coming to rest at the top of the shorter woman’s jeans. A quick twist and the top button was undone. Jacquie arched slightly, not only allowing the other woman to unzip and begin to pull the levis down, but also gave her room to reach between them and unfasten the visitor’s jeans.

Somehow the sensation of the often washed denim and her cotton panties sliding down her legs was as thrilling as anything Jacquie had ever felt. That is, until she stepped out of her clothes and Ginger again pressed against her. The feel of the other woman against her bare bottom, sliding slightly up and down, a trickle of wetness and the caress of damp curls on her ass fired her desire.

Ginger’s hand was around her again. This time it cupped her mound and one finger parted her already puffy labia. Jacquie moaned and began to rub her ass back onto the wet pussy grinding against her. The hand on her breast squeezed gently, as gently as Jacquie could ever recall being touched. Deft fingers teased her nipple, even as another finger parted her labia and slipped inside of her.

Jacquie turned her head, whether to protest or beg for more she never was sure. For as soon as her lips parted to speak, Ginger’s mouth found hers and the resulting kiss left the married woman gasping for breath, her body on fire. When the kiss finally broke, Ginger turned Jacquie around and in one swift motion pulled the shorter woman’s shirt off. Tossing it aside, she kept her arms in the air.

“Take mine off,” she instructed.

Her eyes aglow, Jacquie pulled the loose top up. Small, firm breasts fell into view, the nipples already hard. Jacquie could not resist. Even as she tugged the top up, she leaned forward and for the first time in her life fastened her mouth onto another woman’s breast.

Jacquie reveled in the feel of Ginger’s pink tipped orb. She ran her tongue over its entire surface and then returned to the nipple, sucking it and feeling it become rock-hard in her lips. She darted to the other breast and repeated her actions. The soft but deep moans coming from over her head inspired her to leave no part of Ginger’s breasts untouched. She licked between them, under them, let her tongue dance along their sides. Her knees tried to buckle, but the other woman pulled her back to her feet and embraced her.

“Ginger,” gasped the housewife. “I want all of you.”

The visitor replied at first by crushing Jacquie’s rounded body against her leaner frame. A slender thigh parted her legs and began to rub against her already soaking wet pussy. Two hands fastened on her ass and am eager tongue invaded her mouth. Step by step Ginger moved her backwards until Jacquie felt the edge of her exercise mat touch the back of her heel. The two women, still clutching each other, sank down together.