Chapter 3

“I can’t breathe,” Sheila thought as she sucked on Doll’s soft, insistent tongue. “I, I can’t breathe. I, I’m going to suffocate, I’m going to die, I can’t, I forgot how to breathe. Breathe Sheila, breathe.”

Doll pulled her mouth from Sheila’s mouth. With a soft kiss to Sheila’s lips she nuzzled against Sheila’s throat.

“I, oh, oh how? How did she know that’s my secret spot?” Sheila asked herself as she sucked precious air into her lungs.

Holding one another tightly, they again kissed. And again, Sheila found herself warring with herself. This was wrong; lesbians were vile, lesbians were disgusting, lesbians were inferior creatures. The kiss felt so wonderful, so loving, so right, just so right.

“Breathe, damn it, breathe,” Sheila tried to remind herself again.

Doll said some words; Sheila did not hear the words. She responded to the words without hearing them. She followed the woman down a short hallway, no discernable thought in her head.

The bedroom was beautiful. Doll said it had been Annie Priestly, the wife of Michael Priestly that had selected the furniture in her home but Sheila did not pay any attention to the words as she slipped her shoes from her feet.

She watched Doll’s warm eyes as she undressed. Sheila hoped, prayed she would see acceptance, see desire in those eyes.

“Oh Sheila, you, you’re beautiful,” Doll whispered as Sheila stood nude in front of her.

“Not, not beautiful enough,” Sheila declared.

“Beautiful enough,” Doll assured her, gently pulling Sheila onto the bed. “Almost, almost too beautiful.”

After several soft kisses, Doll again nuzzled Sheila’s throat. Her fingers toyed with Sheila’s breasts, feather light touches.

“Mmng!” Sheila moaned when Doll’s mouth softly suckled her large areole.

“Ooh!” Doll moaned, increasing her suction on Sheila’s hard nipple.

Sheila wrapped her arms around Doll’s head, pressing her more firmly against her right breast. Doll’s long hair softly brushed across Sheila’s flesh, softly ‘painted’ intimate pictures on Sheila’s torso.

“Mmng! I, oh! Ack!” Sheila grunted then gasped as Doll’s small teeth nipped firmly at Sheila’s hard nipple.

“I, oh, oh God!” Sheila grunted in climax.

Doll silenced Sheila’s declarations with a frenzied kiss. Gone was the soft seduction; Doll now expressed an urgency as she slid her satin and laced covered body down Sheila’s gasping grunting form.

“I, oh, oh God, God yes!” Sheila cried out as she felt Doll’s warm breath blow across her blonde curls.

Doll’s stubby fingers entered Sheila’s sex as Doll’s tongue flickered along Sheila’s drooling lips. Sheila grunted then sucked in a ragged breath as Doll’s lips encircled her clitoris.

“Oh dear God,” Sheila gasped out as Doll’s soft tongue swiped back and forth, back and forth over Sheila’s clitoris.

“I, oh! Aaieegh! I, oh God! Aaieegh!” Sheila shrieked in climax when Doll lightly nipped at her clitoris.

By her second orgasm, Sheila was babbling nonsense. She finally pushed Doll’s head away from her overheated crotch.

Ung!” Sheila grunted as Doll crawled forward, resting her full weight on Sheila’s prone body.

“I, that, was I, was that good?” Doll asked needlessly, then kissed Sheila’s gasping, groaning mouth before Sheila could answer.

“Mm,” Sheila agreed, tasting herself on Doll’s lips and tongue.

She’d tasted herself before, tasted her fingers after masturbating, tasting her lovers’ cocks after they pulled out of her pussy. Sheila kissed Doll deeply, trying to taste more and more of her own essences on the girl’s mouth.

“I, now, I, I ain’t never done this before but…” Sheila said, gently untying the knot between Doll’s small breasts.

“I me neither,” Doll reminded Sheila.

“Oh goody,” Sheila smiled. “So we’re each other’s first?”

“Uh huh,” Doll giggled happily then gasped out loud as Sheila’s warm mouth encircled her rust red areole.

Sheila could taste Doll’s flesh, a tinge of sweat, a cloying hint of chemicals; most likely Doll’s lotion. She listened to Doll’s grunts and breathing as she lapped insistently at Doll’s hard nipple. A light nip produced a very guttural response so Sheila bit down again. Once more she received a grunt of approval.

“I, that, I, yes! Yes! Aaieegh!” Doll gasped then screamed as Sheila used her teeth to pull Doll’s small breast away from her slim ribcage.

While Sheila’s mouth and teeth tortured Doll’s small breasts, Sheila reached inside of Doll’s skimpy panties. She felt the scrub of coarse pubic hairs capping Doll’s plump pubic mound. She could feel the wetness, feel the rubbery texture of Doll’s lips peeking through the slit that bisected the pubic mound. She felt Doll’s pronounced clitoris poking through the curls and diddled Doll’s clitoris with thumb as her fingers sought entry into Doll’s wet folds.

“Aaieeh! I oh, oh God yes!” Doll shrieked as Sheila rubbed Doll to a quick climax.

Sliding the scrap of cloth down over Doll’s thin legs, Sheila wiggled to lie between Doll’s splayed legs. She looked at her first pussy and thought how very pretty the human pussy could be.

The sight was beautiful. The aroma was heavenly. Reaching a hesitant tongue out, Sheila licked from bottom to top, grazing Doll’s clitoris. The taste was divine; a heady, musky, earthy taste.

Using her thumbs, Sheila opened Doll’s wet folds and delved her tongue into the coral pink flesh. She moaned as she tasted more and more of Doll’s essences.

Thrusting two fingers into Doll’s snug depths, Sheila sought out the girl’s g-spot. While her fingers blindly sought Doll’s g-spot, Sheila continued to lick up and down, tasting the girl’s delicious nectar. From time to time, she would bat at Doll’s clitoris, causing little squeaks and moans.

I, oh I, I, oh God I… Aaieegh!” Doll shrieked when Sheila massaged her g-spot while delivering a firm bite to her clitoris.

Sheila wondered if Doll had urinated on her face. There had been a forceful stream that coated Sheila’s face, much of it going into Sheila’s mouth.

“No, no, it don’t taste like…” Sheila decided, slowly backing away from overstimulation of Doll’s pussy.

“I, oh, oh God, it, it too soon say I love you?” Doll babbled as Sheila stretched out on the bed next to her.

“I love you too,” Sheila smiled and softly kissed Doll’s lips.

The need to urinate roused Sheila. She smiled; Doll had left the bedside lamp on and it showed her beautiful little pale face, so sweet in sleep. She resisted the temptation to kiss the girl’s face; the need to pee was growing more and more pressing as each second ticked off the clock.

“I, am I?” Sheila thought as she gratefully emptied her bladder.

“What, what does it matter?” Sheila asked herself as she dabbed at her blonde curls.

Retrieving her purse from the living room, Sheila dug out her cell phone. She saw that it was 11:41 at night. She also saw that she’d missed a voice mail from an unknown number and from her mother.

The unknown number was obviously Amelia’s phone; the voice mail was from Shane, syrupy sweet as he begged for some money, syrupy sweet as he pledged his love for her. Sheila blocked that phone number as well.

Her mother’s voice mail was demanding to know where Sheila was; she was tired of running a hotel. ‘Just come and go as you please, running around with God knows who; I swear to God, you show up knocked up, no thought to anyone’s feelings, I work hard to provide…’

Sheila decided to wait until the morning to let her mother know about the changes she would be making. No, there would be no more ‘running around’ and very little chance of showing up knocked up. The staying out all hours, carelessly throwing her money away on temporary pleasures would stop as well.

“No, Mom, no April fool’s; I am making some changes,” Sheila smiled as she put her phone back into her purse.

“Hey,” Doll sleepily smiled as Sheila crawled back into their warm bed.

“Hey,” Sheila agreed, kissing her lover.

Doll wiggled out of the bed and ducked into the bathroom. A moment later, she returned and Sheila admired the girl’s slim body, pale features and long red hair illuminated by the dim bedside lamp. Pulling the girl under the covers, Sheila softly kissed her while her fingers caressed the girl’s flesh.

“I love you and that ain’t no April fool’s joke,” Doll whispered.

“I love you too,” Sheila agreed, rolling to press her crotch firmly against Doll’s crotch.

“Tell me again why we’re doing this?” Sheila demanded as an excited Doll dragged her through the Judge Roberts Airport.

“Because it’s our anniversary,” Doll giggled, elated.

It was the first time either girl had flown; Doll was terrified and excited, clutching onto Sheila’s hand firmly. With a reassuring smile, Sheila leaned over and kissed the girl.

“First class is definitely the only way to fly,” Doll whispered.

While the plane knifed through the fluffy clouds, Sheila reflected on the year. In reflection, the pattern was so blatantly obvious, Sheila was surprised she’d never seen it. She’d always selected boys that would never commit, would treat her like dirt, would use and abuse her. That way, it was always them; it was always their fault that the relationship failed. It could never be her own internal struggles.

The same was true of her disdain, contempt of the few lesbians she knew. If she rejected them, she would never have to look at her own feelings.

Her mother had been horrified that her child, her only child was homosexual. In time, though, her mother said she would not accept it, but she would tolerate it. Her feelings did soften slightly when she met Doll; Doll’s beautiful, warm nature managed to do what Sheila pleas and entreaties could not does.

Eagan Equipment had sponsored Sheila’s training in computers at the Sweet Oak Vo-tech. The assessment test had shown that Sheila had an aptitude for computers and once shown the basics, Sheila was a natural. And upon getting her certification, Craig Eagan hired her to work at their equipment leasing office.

Shane, Terry, and Amelia became very threatening when Sheila sued him in Small Claims Court for the three hundred dollars. A weekend in jail for the three of them convinced Amelia that she had nothing to gain by threatening Sheila Gardener. She also had nothing to gain by being the beard and occasional fuck toy for two closeted homosexuals. Upon her release from jail, she kicked both boys out of her rented home; hers was the only name on the lease.

Shane compounded his problems by lying under oath in the courtroom of Judge Garrett Dunning. Sheila was awarded her three hundred dollars plus punitive damages of one hundred and fifty dollars. Shane was fined and jailed for lying; Sheila smirked at this. Shane would do just fine in jail. His blond locks and angelic face would garner him much attention from the other prisoners.

With a ‘THUNK’ the landing gear locked into place. Doll’s little squeak brought Sheila out of her rumination. With a smile and a soft kiss, Sheila reassured Doll; she was right here.

Their Las Vegas hotel room was enormous, very lavish. Sheila shook her head; it seemed somewhat gaudy to her. Doll was enthralled with the whole experience, running from one corner to the other, touching everything. Finally flopping onto the huge bed, she began to wiggle out of her clothes.

After making love, they slept. When they awoke, Doll wanted to order room service; she’d never ordered room service before.

“Because we’ve never been in a hotel before,” Sheila smiled but indulged her lover.

April first was a searing hot day. After breakfast, Doll and Sheila walked to the chapel, verified their reservation, then hurried back to their room. Sheila dressed in the bedroom while Doll commandeered the bathroom. Admiring the simple, elegant purple silk dress with matching shoes, Sheila announced that she was heading to the chapel; she and Elvis would see Doll in twenty minutes.

“Okay! I love you and that ain’t no April fool’s!” Doll happily squealed through the door.

“No, Sweetheart, it, it’s no April Fool’s,” Sheila agreed, leaving the suite.

**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you for reading my stories. Likewise, I thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my works, those that ‘Favorite’ my words.

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Silksations is introduced in ‘Very Pretty Things’ in Lesbian Sex.

Sheila Gardener is a minor character in ‘Pounds’ in the First Time category.

Amelia Rawlings is mentioned in ‘Hard Lessons Learned’ in the Loving Wives category.

The origins of Salon Heather is introduced in ‘Fresh Tarts, Cherry’ in the Group Sex category.

Beauregard ‘Bo’ Dunn is introduced in ‘It Happened One Day in the Park’ in the Group Sex category. Gemma Lutella, the flat chested girl with the ghetto booty and persuasive uncle is introduced in ‘Taste of Her Sweet Innocent Sweat’ in the Mature category.

Heidi Balstrom is a minor character in ‘Pounds’ in the first time category.

Dahlia ‘Doll’ Stahl’s father, John Leblanc is a character introduced in ‘X-Rated: Daddy’s Dvds’ in the Taboo/Incest category. Her half-sister would be Penny Leblanc, one of the main characters of that tale.

The Priestly Brothers and Annie Priestly are introduced in ‘X squared minus H over P’ in the Loving Wives category.

Eagan Equipment is introduced in the ‘Breaking the Family’ series in Loving Wives. Craig Eagan is introduced in ‘Yummy Things’ in the Taboo/Incest category.

Judge Garrett Dunning is the main character in ‘XYZ’ in the Mature category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day