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                                          Two Women
                           It started when I was in junior high school. 
                One day, as I was sitting in the back of the classroom during study
                hall, I began to daydream about one of the older boys in the school.
                 Unconsciously, my hand drifted under my skirt, and my fingers were
                      lightly rubbing the edge of the elastic of my panties. 
                  Vickie's voice, from the seat behind me, was startling when she
                             whispered, "Oh, Barb, isn't that lovely."
                                 "Shut up! Someone might hear you!"
               "Don't worry, No one is paying any attention." Then Vickie's hand was
                  suddenly under my skirt, feeling the location of my fingers. She
                squeezed my hand, and her hand drifted slowly, gently upward. "Where
                                              is it?"
                 Her fingers generated marvelous feelings as they caressed my pubic
                 mound. But, all too soon, the bell rang and it was time to leave.
               Confused, I tried to avoid her as we left school, but she caught up to
                                     me and walked beside me. 
                "I can make it feel really good," she said in a hoarse voice, as we
               walked side by side. Frankly, my knees were weak, and my mind whirled
                           with plans for letting her prove her ability. 
               Although I hadn't paid much attention to her before, I began to treat
                                     Vickie as a best friend. 
               Just a few days later, we were playing after school in her back yard.
               Her house was the same as the others in the neighborhood, but her back
               yard was very deep--it actually extended the length of two or more of
               the ordinary back yards. And, there was a grove of about a half dozen
               pine trees, that surrounded a cool, dark glade. In that glade, I felt
                          completely isolated from the rest of the world. 
               We were doing something--I can't recall what--then I felt her presence
               behind me, and her warm breath in my ear, as she whispered, "I'd like
                                      to make you feel good." 
                 Her arms went around my waist, and she kissed me, or licked me--I
                 don't know--on the nape of my neck. It would sound icky to a young
                         girl, but it felt--well it felt nice. Very nice. 
                How hot she seemed as her lips caressed my neck--and how natural it
                 seemed as she pulled my arms upward, and lifted my shirt off in a
                  fluid motion. Her hand rubbed the surface of my "teen" bra, and
                focused pressure on my right nipple. My breasts were still conical,
               just developing, but her rubbing showed me for the first time just how
                                  sensitive my nipples could be. 
               There was nothing that I could do except to revel in the feelings that
               she was giving me. I felt warm and a little dizzy, and leaned back to
                                               her. 
                   She continued to nuzzle me, and with both hands she kneaded my
                  breasts. For the first time, I felt a warmth between my thighs. 
               With the tips of the fingers of her left hand, she began to rub up and
                 down my bare belly.  Her fingers moved gently down the front of my
                    skirt, grazing the top of my pubic mound. The feelings were
                indescribably intense, and I was so wrapped up in them that I didn't
               even notice when she unclasped my bra, unzipped my skirt and let both
                                   garments drop to the ground. 
               She gently pulled me backwards, until I was sitting in her lap, as she
                                      sat down on the ground. 
                As we sat, she continued to nuzzle, continued to rub, until I had my
                                     first orgasm in her arms. 
                Later, she and I had many lovely times together. She taught me about
               my body, and made me love her. I can't even begin to explain what she
                                            taught me. 
               However, our times together were soon over. When I began high school,
               she family moved away, and, although we wrote to each other at first,
                            we eventually lost contact with each other. 
               In high school, I never made contact with another girl like I had with
               Vickie. At first, it was because I mourned my lost love. Later, it was
                 because I was afraid to make such a contact with any of the other
                girls. I had no way of telling which of them would be interested in
                such games, and feared that if I approached the wrong girl, that she
                            would spread the word that I was "strange." 
               However, I did discover that the making of love with boys and, later,
                men could be quite pleasurable as well. Although, and perhaps it was
               just the memory of my first time of feeling the wonder of sex, I never
                  found a man who could satisfy me in the same way as Vickie. As a
               result, through my late twenties I was my own woman.  I never married,
                 and I developed a rather successful career. I dated, and made love
               with a few men--some of them were nice, but none of them were "right"
                   I first saw her at the office. Her breasts and legs caught my
                attention as she parked her round, lovely bottom against a corridor
               wall as we talked. I don't believe that she noticed as I gazed at the
                   long stretch of her thighs underneath the hem of her skirt. We
                  frequently talked, and became office friends--often eating lunch
                                             together. 
                I don't know if I mentioned that she was married. Our conversations
                would often turn to married life, and sometimes to her sex life.  I
                 discovered, for example, that her husband was a very conservative
                lover. She loved him, but would have been happier if he would loosen
                 up and include such things as mutual masturbation and oral sex in
                                     their lovemaking routine. 
               It was perhaps a month or two later that she, in some way, recognized
                 my attraction to her. Her reaction was in the form of teasing and
                joking. We never discussed getting closer, and I never broached the
                    subject of woman-to-woman love.

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 However, she was aware of my
               attraction, and, I suppose you'd say that she took advantage of it for
                                        her own amusement. 
               For example, one day when I brought some paperwork to her at her desk,
                she swung her knees around against my leg and began rubbing me with
                methodical strokes, watching my eyes steadily with a slight, mocking
                                              smile. 
                  I don't know what she was seeing in my eyes.  Perhaps my pupils
                  dilated. Perhaps there was some sort of softness that she could
                detect. She saw something, though, and laughed out loud, showing the
                  tiniest tip of shiny tongue between her pink lips and wet, white
               teeth. I felt a strong tug of affection for her at that moment, and a
                                    lovely warmth in my loins. 
                 She had a fondness for sheer, silky blouses. When she wore one, it
                  gave me the urge to put my hands on her shoulders and delicately
               caress the place where her bra straps were visible through the fabric.
               When she wore a sweater, I felt an overwhelming desire to run my hands
                        under it, and to squeeze her lovely, round breasts. 
               Later--whether she started it or I, I don't know--we developed a game.
                First, it started with light, though sexy, banter. I would comment,
               for example, on the color of her panty hose and ask her to pull up the
                hem of her dress so that I could see them better. She would say "No,
                      your stockings are nicer, why not pull up your dress?" 
                 Then, it gradually became more physical. We would meet in various
                 quiet corners of the building, and she would lean back against me,
               gently rubbing her bottom against my mound. Sometimes, she would turn
               around and give me a quick peck on the lips--once or twice, the kisses
                 were deeper. But always, she would break away after a few moments,
               straighten her dress and leave me to dream of her lips and her body. 
                Then, she got pregnant with her first child. This caused a change in
                our relationship. I believe part of it was that her husband wouldn't
                sexually satisfy her because of her pregnancy--but the result was to
               my benefit, because our necking sessions at work became more involved,
               and lasted longer. She seemed to find it harder to break away after a
                brief touch or kiss, and she and I would often hug, kiss deeply and
               fondle each other through our clothing. In fact, she seemed to become
                 frustrated, since we dared not do anything that lasted more than a
                          couple of minutes for fear of being discovered. 
                  I craved her--but would only take our relationship as far as she
                                              wanted. 
                  A few months into her pregnancy, I moved from my old place to an
                 apartment which just "happened" to be a block from her house. This
                meant that it became very convenient for us to car pool together. We
                spent ever more time together, and I eventually would spend evenings
                at her home, both when her husband was present, and when he was away
                                        on a business trip. 
                When her husband was away, we would play. At first, we behaved like
                 teenagers--we sat on the couch and necked, then, after a while, we
                                            would pet.  
               She complained of backaches as her body grew larger--so I read all the
               books I could find, and learned to give a skilled massage.  This meant
                that I could see her naked, as she would lay on her bed, and I would
                                    massage her aching muscles. 
                Soon, we both would wind up naked, and we would kiss, and cuddle and
                   would either masturbate each other, or watch each other as we
               masturbated ourselves. I don't believe that she started out as skilled
                at pleasuring another woman as Vickie was, but we learned together,
                        and could give each other the greatest of pleasure. 
                Once, she took me as I was sitting down. I was sitting on the couch,
                and she sat before me on the floor. Her hand reached under my skirt,
                her fingers entering my womanhood. She crouched on the floor next to
               me, her hand searching, moving, feeling within me. It felt so strange,
                to sit quietly, hands folded across my breasts, her arm extended up
                               inside me--my legs spread far apart. 
                 Sitting still, maintaining myself through the pure ecstacy of her
                explorations: her little touches, her experiments, her caresses, her
               attacks. Those long fingers plunging into me, then withdrawing to move
                  around my nether lips--the bud of my clitoris at first erect and
                  swollen, then withdrawing into the engorged nest. She rose, her
                fingers still in place, her mouth seeking mine. Our tongues crowding
                into each other, the one seeking the other, pleading and prodding. 
                 I opened for her, whispering in her ear as she massages the inner
                  ridge of flesh, wrings it and makes it come like rain, the honey
                    weeping on her hand--my ecstacy telling her that I am hers.
                    Surrendering with each gush of that pink and hidden place. 
                   She sat next to me, and we kissed. As we kissed, I removed her
                housecoat--she wore nothing underneath except a pair of thin, silky
                 panties. I kissed her mouth, her neck, then spent time kissing and
                   licking and sucking on her lovely breast--now swollen with her
                pregnancy. I kissed my way down her front, and moved myself forward
                until I could reach her panties. I began to lick at her through the
               thin barrier of the fabric, and her hands flew to my head, stroking my
                   ears, her open mouth making small cries as the tension built.
                I moved aside the sopping nylon and buried my face against her.  Her
                 nails grazed my back, as her legs jerked convulsively upward. Her
               ankles locked against my spine. I moved slightly upward to her center,
                sucked in into my mouth. Her loins rolled upward in powerful thrusts
                as she cried out, my tongue and lips constantly moving until I felt
               her shuddering against me, heard her scream, the tenseness dissolving
                                            out of her. 
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