Affairs/sherry.ff
                                       Lothie
                                     Sherry Fan
                As my friend D'Glenn likes to say....No shit, there I was.  Sitting
                  in, of all things, con registration.  It was the holiday season.
                 Funny, isn't it, how people go "the holiday season", and you know
                  which holidays they're speaking of?  It's not Beltane, it's not
                   Lammas...it's "the holiday season".  And everybody knows it's
                                          Winter Solstice.
                       Okay, so it was the holiday season, and there I sat in
                  registration.  I didn't have to do this.  I was a guest at this
                   con.  I was providing these people with entertainment, free of
                  charge, except of course for a membership and room.  Yeah, well,
                 that's not the way we folk look at it.  I wanted to give something
                  back, since I always got so much out of cons.  Besides, working
                registration is FUN.  I was kind of tired at this point though, and
                I was sort of wishing everyone would go away and register tomorrow. 
                  I just sort of sat there, staring straight ahead.  And then this
                             pair of black denim jeans walked up to me.
                 "Sherry Johnson.  I'm preregistered," said a voice, presumably the
                   one belonging to the jeans.  Dutifully I checked my printout. 
                      There were two entries under the same name, but spelled
                  differently, Sherry Johnson and Shari Johnson.  So I mumbled the
                  following words, words I was later to muse over in astonishment:
                                      "Sherry spelled how?"  
                 "Sherry as in Cream," answered the voice, and at that I looked up.
                  Sweet Jesus.  Standing in front of me was everything I had ever
                 wanted in a woman.  See, I'm the voluptuous type; I look like the
                 Ideal Fertility Goddess, except that I have only two breasts.  My
                  feeling is that any more than that will get in the way.  But my
                tastes run to women more slender than I, preferably with dark hair. 
                 Of course, such women, who are invariably tremendously physically
                      fit, see very little in me, so I take what I can get.  
                 I looked up at this vision and tried not to tremble.  She herself
                looked tired and bored, perhaps more of the former than the latter. 
                 She caught me staring and gave a little frown.  "Something wrong?"
                                             she asked.
                   "No, no," I replied.  "Okay, Sherry Johnson."  I handed her a
                 membership badge, a pin, and a ballpoint pen to write her name on
                 the badge.  "Remember, your legal name has to go on the badge, but
                            you can also write anything else you want."
                 "Right," she mumbled, and I watched while she wrote her name, and
                  then added "Shadow Huntress" after it.  I approved.  This was my
                 kind of female person.  I crossed out her name on the member list
                                          and then nodded.
                "All set then," I said needlessly, handing her a program book.  "Is
                               there anything else I can do for you?"
                  "Well, I don't know," she said with uncertainty.  "Where do I go
                                        to look for a room?"
                  "You mean besides hotel registration?" I responded with a smile.
                  "No, I mean, I don't have the money for a room to myself, I was
                      hoping I'd crash.  Is there somebody in charge of that?"
                "Well, not officially," I answered.  "I mean, we don't have a booth
                 for it or anything.  But listen, if you need a place to stay, you
                   could stay in my room.  There's nobody else there but me."  My
                              heart beat a little faster as I said it.
                She looked at me doubtfully.  "But the more people in the room, the
                 less I'll have to pay," she said.  "I'd rather find a room with a
                    lot of people in it, even if I have to sleep on the floor."
                  "No, you don't understand," I answered.  "I have a free room, so
                you don't have to pay me anything at all.  Isn't that a good deal?" 
                 As she still looked doubtful, I added, "Listen, if you INSIST, you
                                      can sleep on the floor."
                She flashed me her perfect teeth in a sudden smile.  "I don't think
                               so," she replied.  "Okay, what room?"
                 "Five-Oh-Five," I responded.  Whoever said there's nothing to the
                  Rule of Five didn't know what he was talking about.  "Just go to
                  the desk and tell them that you're with me and ask for a key," I
                            added.  "I'll be up there in an hour or so."
                   "I'll wait there then," she replied.  "Maybe I can take you to
                  dinner to thank you, or something."  She pinned her badge to her
                   shirt, then picked up her bag and, smiling again, walked away
                                  toward the hotel reception desk.
                                    "Or something," I breathed.
                                                        *     *     *
                 She was there, as she promised, when I got back to my room.  I was
                     tired and thought that a shower would be just the thing. 
                  Apparently she had thought so as well, for she was clad in a big
                 fuzzy bathrobe, and her short dark hair was wet.  She looked up at
                    me and smiled as I entered.  "Hi.  Hope you don't mind if I
                                             showered."
                 "My home is yours," I responded automatically.  "I think I'll have
                one too."  I quickly stripped off my clothes, and was about to grab
                   my bathrobe, when I caught her staring at me.  "What is it?" I
                 said, instantly defensive.  Okay, I like my body -- it's been good
                  to me, and I hope it's been good to my lovers too -- but I KNOW
                              that I'd never make it as a centerfold.
                 "Oh -- no -- it's just....you're beautiful," she said simply.  Her
                               eyes were big and full of admiration.
                I blinked at her, then shook my head slightly.  "Huh?" I said, with
                    my usual eloquence.  "No, never mind."  I held up my hand to
                 forestall further speech on her part.  "I'm going to shower now."
                   In the shower, I pondered what had happened.  Me?  Beautiful? 
                  Okay, so I don't crack mirrors or anything, but there's nothing
                   special to recommend me either, unless you feel that big eyes,
                  large breasts, and a sweet voice are going to do it for you.  I
                  don't even have a charming personality.  I thought about it some
                 more as I stepped out of the shower and ran a comb through my long
                 hair.  Okay, I have good hair too.

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  It's long and sort of mahogany
                   colored.  But for these little things she says I'm beautiful?
                I pulled on my robe and went into the bedroom again.  She was still
                sitting there on the bed, and when she saw me she blushed.  I would
                     have let her off the hook, but she rushed right in with an
                                            explanation.
                 "I'm sorry I embarrassed you," she began.  "It's just that....this
                is hard to explain....you look like my ideal of a woman, and I just
                                 blurted it out without thinking."
                      "*I* look like YOUR ideal?" I said, lifting my eyebrows.
                  "Yeah.  I mean, you have all that long gorgeous hair -- it looks
                  real soft -- and that creamy white skin, and those breasts...."
                         "They're not that great," I muttered, embarrassed.
                "I think they're beautiful," she said stubbornly.  "I wish I looked
                  like you.  Or I wish I had a lover who did.  But women like you
                never want me, they think I'm too tough...."  She lowered her eyes.
                 I sat down beside her on the bed.  "That's funny, Sherry.  You're
                  my ideal too.  I like slender women with little firm breasts and
                  short dark hair....I don't know why, but women who look like you
                   drive me crazy.  And not one woman like you has ever looked my
                                              way...."
                  "Well," she said, and her voice was a little shaky, "I'm looking
                       your way."  And she looked at me with those big eyes.
                  My response was to kiss her.  I leaned forward, held her head at
                 the back of her neck, and caressed her lips gently with mine; when
                 she leaned toward me and parted her lips I slid my tongue between
                 them.  Her mouth was sweet and hot, her lips soft and smooth.  We
                  kissed deeply, our tongues gently probing, and then I sat back a
                  little.  Wordlessly, I stroked her cheek with my fingertips, and
                 then my hand wandered downward, over her neck and throat, down to
                  her breast.  Her robe had fallen open a little, and I cupped her
                   breast, squeezing gently, feeling ner nipple stiffen under my
                 thumb.  Sherry closed her eyes and moaned gently, and I smiled and
                    pulled open her robe the rest of the way.  Such a beautiful
                                  creature, and she was mine.....
                  "Ohhhh...." she breathed.  Our mouths met again, and I sucked at
                 her lips and tongue.  She was passive under my hands, and I pushed
                    her down on the bed gently, where she lay, her arms and legs
                    spread, her eyes closed, her lips parted.  She looked like a
                                      sacrifice to Aphrodite.
                 I knelt between her thighs and leaned against her, my mouth at her
                breasts.  I began to suck gently, first one nipple, then the other,
                and she gasped and writhed against me.  I could feel her pubic hair
                    against my belly, and as I continued to lick and suck at her
                    breasts, I could feel it grow damp with her excitement.  Her
                     nipples were erect and dark rose in color, and a blush was
                   spreading up from her breasts to her face as she began to lose
                                         herself in desire.
                 I abandoned her breasts and began to move my mouth down her body. 
                  Her belly was flat, but soft, and her navel was a perfect little
                 bowl.  I licked it, sucked at it, and blew gently into it, and her
                 body jerked in response.  I ran my tongue over her lower abdomen,
                  kissing the little hollows in her hips, working my way down and
                   around but never into the forest of her pubic curls.  Finally,
                  though, I had mercy on her, and I kissed her lower lips with as
                          much passion as I had kissed her mouth earlier.
                  Her lips opened at the pressure of my tongue, which slid easily
                     into her pink slit.  Instantly I moved my tongue up to her
                  clitoris, which was erect and throbbing a little.  I flicked it
                   gently with my tongue, then swirled around and around it.  Her
                   hands came to rest in my hair, not pressing my head, but just
                  holding it, in acceptance of and gratitude for my ministrations.
                  With a last little flick at her clitoris, I moved my mouth down
                  again, probing with my tongue.  Sherry moved her hips upward and
                  put her legs over my shoulders so that I could taste her vagina,
                 and I happily complied.  Her tunnel was sweet and tight; I pushed
                 my tongue in and listened to her moan.  I wanted her to come, and
                     so one of my fingers joined my tongue inside her, pushing,
                                     stroking, probing inside.
                  She tasted delicious.  I let my tongue wander all over her pubic
                  area from her clitoris to her anus, slowly and lovingly stroking
                everywhere.  A second finger joined my first inside her, and I felt
                 her vagina begin to tense around my fingers in preparation for her
                orgasm.  I moved my fingers faster, let my thumb dance on her anus,
                    and flicked her clitoris over and over, very lightly with my
                     tongue.  She clasped her thighs tightly around my head and
                 positively bellowed as she came, her fluids drenching my face and
                                               hand.
                   As soon as I could move, I wiped my face against her thigh and
                  leaned over her again. She was staring up at me, her face still
                 flushed, tears in her eyes. I smiled at her, cupped her breast in
                  my hand, and kissed her again, long and deeply. Her arms came up
                  around my neck, and we held each other tightly, kissing over and
                   over again, pausing only to stroke or lick one another's skin.
                 I was just musing to myself that sitting at the Registration desk
                 at a con does indeed have its advantages when the door opened and
                     the two men in my life, my husband and my lover, walked in
                 together. They stopped short when they saw us together on the bed
                                            and grinned.
                    "Hi darlings," I said lazily, and an evil idea formed in my
                                             mind.....
                                          TO BE CONTINUED
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