A Moment in Time

By Ann Douglas

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking,"
said the strong male voice over the cabin intercom.
"We're about to start our approach into Los Angeles
International and should have you on the ground in
about twenty minutes."

"On the ground in 20 minutes," Kelly thought as she
stared out the tiny window at the countryside rushing
by below, ignoring the Captain's comments on the
weather and such. "And then a three hour layover until
I catch the 6:30 to San Diego."

The 39 year old redhead sighed as she thought of the
long wait in an airport lounge with absolutely nothing
better to do but watch people come and go. Of course
she could go over her presentation one more time, but
she really figured that an even dozen times in the last
two days had been enough.

"Forget about inflight movies," She said to herself as
her seatbelt closed with a snap. "They should have a
theater or two in the airport so that people could kill
a few hours."

Originally, the layover in Los Angeles was going to be
the best part of her trip. Her Internet lover,
Michelle, lived up near Oakland. When she had first
learned she was going out to the West Coast to
personally present the new marketing campaign she had
helped develop, Kelly had seized at the opportunity to
fulfill a person desire on her stop over here. San
Francisco or Oakland would've been better, but the
tickets had been bought for L.A. before she had even
been given the assignment.

According to her original plan, Kelly was going to have
a full day here and Michelle was going to make the
drive down from Oakland. The two woman had never
actually met, but had been exchanging emails and gifts
for a few months now.

Kelly was an up and coming advertising executive for a
New York firm. On the fast track for a Vice President's
slot, this trip was going to be a feather in her cap.
5'3" with short dark red hair, the first thing most men
took in upon meeting her was her 38 inch bust. It
usually put them off guard and Kelly was just
aggressive enough to take advantage of their
distraction. By the time they learned there was a lot
more to her than just a big set of boobs, she had
usually passed them on the ladder to the VP's chair.

Michelle on the other hand was 32 and a career military
woman. A Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy, she was
as aggressive in her own field as Kelly was in hers.
She had bucked the boy's club mentality and flew multi-
million dollar jets for a living. Currently she was
stationed at the Alameda Naval Air Station up near
Oakland.

Both women were married, both were mothers with small
children. And both had discovered in the last few
years, an interested in other women.

They had met one night on the Internet when Kelly
responded to a note Michelle had posted on a bi
newsgroup. The fact that they lived on opposite sides
of the country just gave them the freedom to be totally
honest with each other in their almost daily
correspondence. The friendship had developed quickly.

Within an hour of learning that she was going to make
the presentation herself instead of Bill Sullivan, her
immediate superior, Kelly had fired off an email to
Michelle. They quickly worked out a plan were as
Michelle would take a 48 hour leave and meet her in Los
Angeles. Then they would have a full night and day
together.

Then a lousy twist of fate intervened in the form of
one Janice Zimmerman. Janice was the pencil pushing
travel budget coordinator at Kelly's firm. Known as
"old nickels and dimes", she took great delight in
trying to find new ways to save even a few dollars, no
matter what the inconvenience to the traveler.

The pleasure she got from her discoveries, and the
chaos they caused the unfortunate traveler seemed to be
almost sexual in nature at times. At least that had
always been Kelly's impression. It was probably the
nosy old biddy's only such enjoyment.

So it was that Janice took great delight in changing
Kelly's travel plans so that she had to fly to San
Diego tonight instead of tomorrow. In doing so, the
company would save fifty dollars on air fare and a
whole nights hotel accommodations. Their clients had no
problem moving up the meeting a day and Janice had
further booked Kelly on a flight home tomorrow that
would mean she would have to go right from the
presentation to the airport. This would save another
night of hotel expenses. The fact that Kelly would be
totally exhausted by the end of this two day marathon
didn't really factor into the equation.

Kelly could still see the excited gleam in Janice's
eyes as she devastated her plans. It was almost taken
as an article of faith in the office that Kelly had a
hand in the scandal that resulted in the sudden firing
of Bill Sullivan a few days before. In truth, she had
nothing to do with the anonymous phone call that had
led the night security guard to Bill's office late
Friday. Of course, she wasn't sorry that he had been
caught screwing one of the college interns on the
couch. No, she hadn't made the call, but had she known
about the tryst, she wouldn't have hesitated to have
made it.

As she felt the wheels bounce on the hard concrete of
the runway, Kelly against cursed the fact that her
chance to finally meet Michelle was slipping out of her
fingers. The Navy Officer had told her that even if she
broke every speed limit on the way down here, she
wouldn't arrive until just before Kelly had to leave.
As much as she wanted to finally meet her in person,
the Ad Exec wasn't selfish enough to ask her to drive
all the way down here just to wave good-bye.

As people all around Kelly took to the aisles and began
to gather up their belongings, she just continued to
stare out the window. It wasn't like she had to hurry
to make her next connection. Then, with only a few
other people left onboard, she got up and removed her
carry-on bag from the overhead compartment.

The flight attendant gave her a pretty smile as she
thanked her for flying Southwest Air. Kelly smiled back
at the young blonde, wondering if she'd like to help
her kill a few hours. A silly thought really. Even on
the remote chance that the tan suited woman was also
into girls, the ground crews were already loading food
and fuel onto the plane for their next flight. She
would be out of here and on her way long before the New
Yorker was.

Savoring the idle thought of how the flight attendant
would've looked in a skimpy red bra and panties, Kelly
exited the cabin and walked down the long passageway
into the terminal.

"Guess I'll get something to eat." Kelly said to
herself as she strolled down the walkway, ignoring the
many people around her. "Although I can't imagine the
food being any better here than on the plane."

Lost in thought and oblivious to her surroundings,
Kelly didn't notice the short haired blonde woman she'd
just walked past.

"Hi stranger," The blonde said with a smile. "Buy a
lady a drink?"

Then the woman leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

Caught off guard, Kelly jumped back. The look of alarm
on her face quickly changed to astonishment as she
focused on the woman who had kissed her.

"Michelle!" She exclaimed.

***

Standing 5'6" with blonde hair and baby blue eyes,
Michelle was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse- and
matching shorts. The thin material of her shirt and the
tight fit of her shorts outlined the well-defined
muscles of her calves and arms. A well tanned body
showed that she was an outdoor person who loved to soak
up the desert sun.

Smiling ear to ear, blushing just a little, the younger
woman held out a small bouquet of flowers to her
Internet friend.

"These are for you, Kelly" She said quietly. "I can't
tell you how much your letters have meant to me over
the last three months. I looked forward to them every
day. Thanks for being my friend, you're really someone
special."

Taking the roses in hand, Kelly finally found her
voice.

"But how...? You said that it was impossible for you to
drive down in time." Kelly stammered, still a little
shocked by Michelle's sudden appearance.

"Honey, I'm a Naval Aviator." She laughed in a deep
rich voice. "We don't drive.....we fly!"

Michelle explained how she had hitched a ride on a
transport flight and had only arrived a half hour ago.

"This is wonderful!" Kelly beamed. At least we'll be
able to have dinner together."

A wicked smile appeared on Michelle's face. She stared
at the beauty of her cyberlover's face and quickly lost
herself in the richness of her deep brown eyes.

"I had something a little better than dinner in mind."
The Navy Officer quipped.

With that, the taller woman led Kelly down the corridor
and through a locked door that read "Security Only."

"Were are we going?" Kelly asked curiously.

"The Security Chief for the airport is a Reserve
Officer and a friend of mine." Michelle said as she
closed and locked the door behind them. "He had a small
office that he converted into an apartment some time
back. A place where he could rest up during emergency
situations. It's not the Hilton but it sure beats a cot
in the storage room."

Michelle continued as they proceeded up a long flight
of stairs.

"I called him yesterday and explained that I had a
rather special friend passing through here today and
I'd really like to be able to spend some private time
with them." She said as they reached the top of the
stairs and Michelle unlocked yet another door. "Since
you only had a few hours, heading out to one of the
local motels was out of the question. He immediately
offered me the use of his apartment."

As she stepped into the rather spacious room, Kelly
wondered if Michelle had mentioned that her special
friend was another woman. Given the military's rather
silly obsession with same sex relationships, she
guessed she hadn't.

"Here we are, home sweet home." Michelle pronounced
with a sweep of her arm. "At least for the next couple
of hours."

Taking a good look around the room, Kelly couldn't help
but be impressed. The Hilton it might not of been, but
it sure as hell had the Holiday Inn beat by a mile.

"We've got champagne, various appetizers and such."
Michelle said as she gently placed her hands on Kelly's
arms. "But first, something I've wanted to do for the
longest time."

Pulling Kelly tight against her, Michelle kissed her
again. This time it was full on the lips. Kelly
responded quickly to the warm, soft pressure against
her lips, and the taste of Michelle's tangy red
lipstick. Opening her mouth as she felt the tickle of
Michelle's tongue against it, Kelly drew it inside her.

"Mmmmm," Michelle purred as tongue found tongue.

The reality of countless night's dreams brought a warm
feeling to both women. Kelly felt a soft touch against
her breast as Michelle slipped her fingers beneath the
folds of her blouse.

"Let's get more comfortable." Michelle said as she
kissed her a second time.

Slowly, the two women began undressing each other,
continuing to stroke and kiss as they did. Michelle
quickly lost her blouse and shorts, displaying an
perfect tan that continued even beneath her
undergarments. Nude sunbathing was a passion with her.
If you wanted to enjoy the kiss of the sun, why let a
few silly scraps of cloth get in the way.

Kelly had been wearing a blue blazer with matching
blouse and skirt, very conservative and business like.
Michelle was more than eager to help her out of the
jacket, running her hand across the outline of her
breasts. The soft motion was enough to cause the
quarter size aureoles to shrink and harden, exciting
Michelle even more. She considered ripping it open in a
burst of passion, but the idea that any other clothing
Kelly might have had was locked away in her luggage
finally prevailed.

Filled with excitement, Michelle quickly unbuttoned the
blouse and in one quick snap, unfastened the Victoria
Secret's black lace bra her favorite spot out in the
desert and taught her wonderful feeling you got from
frolicking au natural.

"Let just me get the rest of this off you." Michelle
said in a commanding voice.

The authority in her tone and her willing reaction to
it took Kelly by surprise. She wasn't used to taking
orders, especially from another woman. Her bisexual
experiences had been with women more or less her own
age. The first had been after a long endless night
working on a report when she had been guided into the
pleasures of girl-sex by her administrative assistant.
It had been an eye-opening experience.

Yet in the end, she was somewhat relieved when Donna
had quit to take a job with another company. Kelly's
world might not have been as oppressive as Michelle's
regarding lesbianism, but it wasn't that open either.
She wouldn't loose her job over being exposed, but it
would certainly bar her from the vice president's
office. After Donna, all of her affairs had been far
from the office and usually with women who had as much
to loose as she did.

What really surprised Kelly was that she was actually
enjoying a submissive role for a change. Usually she
had to exert her dominance in every aspect of her life,
but she could feel the energy in the woman undressing
her. It excited her and she wanted to just see where it
would take her.

In no time at all, Michelle had undressed both Kelly
and herself. Kelly watched with approval as the Navy
Officer had carefully placed her traveling suit over
the back of a chair, careful not to wrinkle the
clothing. At least she was considerate enough to
realize that she could hardly show up in San Diego in
crumpled clothes. Deals had fallen through over less.

Michelle couldn't keep her hands off Kelly's huge
breasts. Once, while she was pregnant, her own breasts
had been close to this size, but had shrunk back to
normal afterwards. Still, one does what they can with
what they have. She gently caressed Kelly's mounds with
her hands and swirling fingers, making imaginary
circles around the now swollen nipples. Her soft touch
excited Kelly greatly, her nipples had always been
extra sensitive. Michelle could hear her lover's
breathing began to quicken, causing the blonde's own
juices to collect between her legs.

Her tongue replaced her hands and like a babe, she
pulled the large nipples deep into her hungry mouth.
Strong fingers kneaded the abundant flesh, playing an
erotic symphony on Kelly's body.

Kelly reached out with her own slender fingers and
played with Michelle's breasts in turn. Truth be told,
she actually wished she had mounds like that, having
always believed that hers were oversized. She lifted up
each breast to her mouth and ran her tongue across the
stiff and tanned nipples and kissed each in turn. This
sent little shivers of pleasure across Michelle's
chest.

In response, Michelle slid one hand down across Kelly's
thigh and between her legs, delighting in the deep
wetness she found there. Skillfully massaging the
stubby clit she found there, she began to steer Kelly
toward her first orgasm. A single finger became two,
then three. They slid in and out faster and faster,
adding fuel to the fire that raged deep inside.

Kelly continued to work on Michelle's breasts, kissing,
teasing, and biting them over and over. The
conflagration that radiated from her own womanhood made
her more and more aggressive. She began to heave back
and forth as she felt her first small orgasm, the
wetness of which covered Michelle's fingers.

With her free hand, Michelle jerked Kelly's head back
and kissed her forcefully, sucking the force of Kelly's
orgasm into her. Her tongue pressed firmly against
Kelly's. The kisses continued, becoming softer, longer
and much wetter. There were few things Michelle loved
more than sharing French-kisses with another woman, and
from the response, Kelly shared the passion.

***

Now it was Kelly's turn. She led Michelle back to the
large bed, the size of which made it obvious that
Michelle's friend used it for a lot more that a quick
nap. She spread her long muscular legs wide and
immediately dropped her head between them. Kelly had
been delighted to see that Michelle had indeed kept her
pussy as bare as a teenage girl's as she had mentioned
in her emails. She had never been with a woman who
shaved her hair, it was an immense turn-on.

Michelle moaned as she felt the soft wetness of Kelly's
tongue as it slid up and into her love canal. Hitting
all the right spots, she began to drive the younger
woman up the ridges of her own climax. It wasn't long
before Michelle's heart was racing and the same
electrical surges that Kelly had felt a short time
before now ravaged her own body.

Grabbing the back of Kelly's head with her powerful
hands, Michelle pulled her deeper between her legs. So
forceful was her grip that Kelly couldn't even catch
her breath. Not that she cared at the moment. All that
concerned her was the small trickle of juices that she
was eagerly lapping up with the tip of her tongue. A
trickle that she knew would soon be a flood.

She didn't have long to wait as Michelle's naked form,
covered with sweat, began to buck and quake. The larger
woman let out a loud cry of joy as she exploded in and
across Kelly's mouth. Kelly would've joined in the
shout but she was too busy lapping up her reward.

"Oh God, that was great," Michelle panted as the two
woman laid side by side.

The two spent long minutes just silently kissing and
licking each other clean. No further words were shared,
just an occasional shared laughter.

Finally, looking up at the large 18 inch clock on the
wall, the military woman noted that they had already
been at it for over a half hour. Time was running so
fast.

Kelly meanwhile was oblivious to the passage of time,
she was having to much fun. She never realized how good
it could feel to just let someone else take control,
even if just for a little while.

"I've got a little surprise for you." Michelle laughed
as she reached under the bed and pulled out her flight
bag.

Kelly watched, first in fascination, then in shock, as
Michelle produced a large 9" dildo from the dark blue
bag. In her own luggage, she kept a smaller vibrator,
but nothing like this. It was the strap on kind, and it
was obvious that Michelle planned to wear it.

"I don't know about this..." Kelly said with more than
a touch of hesitation in her voice.

"Didn't you say in your emails that it's always been
your fantasy to be fucked by a monster cock?" Michelle
asked as she jumped back onto the bed. "How you always
dreamed about it but would never do it with a man other
than your husband."

Kelly bit down on her lower lips as she studied the
formidable rubber phallic. It had been her fantasy to
be totally ravaged at least once in her life. She loved
her husband, she really did. Yet sometimes she so much
wanted something more than his 7" in her.

"I guess that sometimes you can fantasize about
something knowing it's never going to happen, that way
its a safe obsession," came her reply.

"All right." Michelle said, a little disappointed.
"I'll just put this away then."

"Wait...." Kelly said, taking the time to measure her
words. "I'd really like to try it... honestly."

The look of disappointment on Michelle's face instantly
turned to joy. It resembled nothing else if not that of
the cat that ate the canary. She quickly secured the
straps of her artificial manhood around and between her
legs. She held out her hand to Kelly and guided her to
the floor, it was always more fun down there.

She again started with kisses, first her cheeks, then
her mouth. She continued down her body, taking the time
to once again enjoy the fullness of Kelly's breasts.
Eventually she reached her still moist mound,
glistening with shiny droplets of her earlier eruption.

Spreading her cunt lips, Michelle wasted no time in
exploring the inner reaches of her new lover's
sexuality. The scent of their recent sex filled her
nostrils as much as the taste of it filled assaulted
her tongue. Michelle took a firm grip on Kelly's
buttocks and pulled her closer.

"Oh yes..." Kelly said as the frequency of Michelle's
withdrawals and re-insertions increased with each
passing moment.

Michelle continued with her oral ministrations, always
aware of the ticking of the clock above her. And with
each passing minute, Kelly's moans became louder and
louder. Michelle was pleased that she was having such
an effect on her lover, but was becoming concerned that
someone might hear her. True, they were in a private
section of the terminal, but there were still workers
in the building. What if someone heard them and decided
to investigate?

"Not so loud!" Michelle commanded as she paused for a
moment. "We don't want to draw company."

Kelly nodded in agreement and obeyed for a few minutes.
But finally the wet, moist tongue buried inside her
cause her to resume her cries, in an even louder
volume.

"Oh god! Oh my god! Oh it's so good... faster! Faster!"
Kelly suddenly yelled so loud that it caused Michelle
to jump.

In all her letters, Kelly had never mentioned that she
was a screamer. Michelle immediately realized that
Kelly couldn't help herself. As the woman beneath her
let out a second equally loud shout, Michelle grabbed
the closest thing at hand off the floor and pushed it
into Kelly's mouth. What it turned out to be was her
own panties, still wet with her anticipation over
Kelly's visit.

"Kelly, you have to quiet down..." she said in her most
commanding tone. "If you can't stop I'll have to leave
that gag in place... either that or we'll have to stop.
If I leave it there, then you can moan as loud as you
want. Do you want me to take it out and stop?"

Kelly shook her head side to side in a violent motion.
No matter what it took, she wanted Michelle to keep on
going.

Assuming the classic missionary position, Michelle took
hold of the large rod dangling between her legs and
positioned it at the entrance of Kelly's now very
lubricated pussy. She pushed forward ever so slightly,
opening wide the folds of her womanhood.

Kelly let out a grunt that was heard even through her
makeshift gag. She was far from a virgin having lost
that distinction some 23 years before, but she had
never ever taken anything that big inside her before.
Michelle looked up from her view of the cockhead
disappearing inside Kelly's pussy at the sound. She
looked into Kelly's brown eyes to see if she wanted her
to stop. It only took a second for Kelly to bob her
head up and down for Michelle to continue.

Over the next several minutes, Michelle slowly entered
and re-entered Kelly, measuring the force of her
thrusts with the display of discomfort shown on the
businesswoman's face. She really didn't want to hurt
her and was relieved when her facial expression changed
from one of determined acceptance to one of enjoyment.
If the blonde haired woman needed any other
encouragement, she felt Kelly's hands against her ass,
pushing her inside her.

Now freed from that worry, Michelle began to pump away
in earnest. Faster and faster she thrust, driving
almost the full length of her fake cock into her lover.
The pressure of the small protrusion on the underside
of the rubber that caressed her own clit, sending
oscillating waves through her own form. Thus each
powerful stroke was felt by both women.

Michelle had started with the missionary position
because it was the easiest for entry. Now to was time
to just really have fun. She pulled out of Kelly and
barked out an order that would've made her instructor
back in basic training proud.

"Get on all fours!" She commanded.

So wrapped up in the wonderful feeling she was getting
from Michelle's robust penetrations, Kelly quickly
moved to respond. Without really taking the time to
think about it, she flipped over and assumed the
position, lifting her bottom up into the air as to
invite easy access. She just wanted Michelle back
inside her.

In that she wasn't disappointed. Michelle grabbed her
legs and spread them even wider. Then with a lust
filled thrust, rammed the cock back inside her. Harder
and harder she pushed, taking both of them to the
heights of passion.

Both women could feel the rising explosion that would
consume them both. Kelly was more than content to just
lie there and await it, but Michelle was determined to
meet it head-on.

Pushing Kelly's head to the floor, Michelle straddled
her, planted her cock ever deeper with each effort. Now
it was Michelle who was grunting ever louder as sweat
poured from her pores and her breasts bounced back and
forth. Kelly was totally pinned, she tried to shift to
a more comfortable position was helpless against the
younger woman's strength.

It was Kelly who erupted first. Michelle could feel her
pussy contract around the fake cock as she pulled and
pushed it in with a single fluid motion. Her own orgasm
followed two strokes later.

They collapsed upon each other, drenched in a
combination of sweat, sex and exhaustion. They just
laid there for about ten minutes, trading soft touches
and little kisses.

The clock on the wall told them that Kelly's plane left
in less than forty minutes. They had to get cleaned up.
Reluctantly they lifted themselves off the floor and
kissed one more time.

Standing naked a few feet from each other, they laughed
at the sign of each other. Neither resembled the woman
who walked into the room a short time before.

Thankfully, the makeshift apartment had a shower large
enough for two and it wasn't long before they had
washed each other clean. Time was now the enemy as they
dressed and gathered their things. Since Michelle had a
change of underwear in her bag, Kelly asked to keep the
ones that had served as her gag as a souvenir. She
quickly shoved them into her jacket's side pocket.

They had to race down the corridor to make the last
call for the flight. Flashing an id given to her by the
Security Chief, Michelle went with Kelly all the way to
the plane. Kelly suddenly pulled her to a stop just a
few feet from the cabin door. Quickly looking right and
left to make sure they were alone, she leaned forward
and kissed her. It was a brief but satisfying kiss.

"I love you," Kelly whispered before she turned and ran
into to plane, afraid that if she waited any longer she
might not get on.

Michelle watched as the attendant secured the cabin
door behind her. Her eyes searched the small windows as
the plane pulled away for some sign of her - to no
avail. Before turning and heading back down the
passageway, she whispered to herself.

"I love you too."

***

Kelly felt both happy and sad as the plane pulled up
and into the sky. Happy at what Michelle and she had
shared, it was an experience she would always remember.
Sad at the knowledge that it would never be repeated.
They were of two different worlds and neither would
give up their world to live in the others. They would
always remain friends. That, and the memory, would be
enough.

***

Three days later, Michelle got her first email from
Kelly since they had met. She agreed with Kelly's
assessment of their relationship. It was enough that
they'd had that moment in time. As she got to the
bottom of the letter she burst into laughter, "...and
the client in San Diego couldn't believe how relaxed I
was after traveling cross-country the day before.

By the way, you'll never believe what happened while I
was away. They fired Janice Zimmerman. It seems that
all the while she was saving the company those nickels
and dimes, she was diverting the nickels to her own
personal account. They're even thinking of pressing
charges against her. I almost feel sorry for her, after
all, it was because of her the trip turned out like it
did. Think I should send her a thank you card.

Love Always,
Kelly
XOXOXOX

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Voyager: Seven & One is Two

By Val White

Captain Janeway was reviewing Tuvak's security report,
when the computer announced someone at the door to her
ready room. "Come in," she said.

The door slid open and Seven of Nine entered. As the
door closed behind her, she said "Captain."

"Yes Seven, what can I do for you?" Captain Janeway
asked as she motioned for Seven to sit down on the
couch with her.

"I wish to be more fully integrated into the crew. To
date, most of the crew seems to tolerate me in the
workplace. On a social level, I feel excluded. I know
this is partly due to what the crew perceives to be an
aloofness in my bearing, and partly because I was
recently Borg. But I miss the closeness of the
Collective, and would like to explore human social
interaction to see if it can be a reasonable
substitute."

"I'm glad you've reached this decision," said Janeway.
"I want all of my crew to feel they belong. We are so
isolated out here, we not only have to be each other's
workmates, but also friends, family, and lovers. Did
you have something specific in mind? Perhaps you could
join one of the many clubs Neelix has organized.
There's a band, a chess club, and a dozen or so others.
We can have him join us and explore your options if you
like."

"No, that is not what I had in mind. While I do want to
more fully develop all facets of my humanity, I wish to
concentrate on my sexuality for the moment."

The Captain was taken aback by this. She had often
fantasized about the newest member of her crew. She had
such a perfect body. Large firm tits, a perfect ass,
and that beautiful face framed by her pretty blond
hair. As usual, she showed no outward sign of her lust.
She was the captain and had to maintain a professional
relationship with her crew.

"Well, Seven, I think it might be better to start with
friendship before building up to sex. While casual sex
with a person you are not emotionally attached to is
perfectly acceptable, it's probably not the best way to
learn about human interpersonal relationships. If you
do not have a good grasp of human emotion, sex can be a
traumatic experience."

"I understand all of this. I have read extensively on
the subject, and I have also spoken at length to the
Doctor. He has given me a thorough physical
examination, and tells me my preoccupation with sex is
due to my still developing human systems which had been
repressed by the Borg collective. In the last month or
two, my sexual hormonal systems have caught up to my
physical development, and I am therefore, as he put it
'as horny as a jackrabbit.' A jackrabbit is a small
Earth mammal, renowned for producing many offspring."

"I am familiar with the saying," Captain Janeway said
with a smile.

"In any case, he tells me that I am physically ready
for sex. After questioning me, he felt that I may be
emotionally ready, but conceded that psychiatry was not
his specialty. He suggested I speak to you."

"What makes you think you're ready to take such a large
step?" the Captain asked.

"Contrary to what the crew believes, I am becoming
emotionally attached to them. I find it difficult to
verbalize, because in the collective, there was no need
to speak. The collective knew what you thought without
the need for oral communication. My emotional
development as a human has far outstripped my ability
to speak about it.

"Consider, I possess an attractive female body. Do you
not think that I could seduce any one of a number of
the males, or the females, for that matter, aboard this
ship, at any time I desired? But I chose to consult the
Doctor and my Captain because I respect the two of you
as leaders, and because I believe that as friends, you
will give me proper guidance."

Janeway had to concede that Seven of Nine sounded more
emotionally mature than she had thought her to be. But
something that Seven had said had caught her attention.
She thought she should let it lie for the moment, but
her curiosity got the better of her. "You spoke of
seducing a woman. Do you think about having sex with a
woman?"

"Yes. I have read extensively on the topic, and find
that it is not unusual for women to have sex with each
other. I therefore wish to experience the full range of
human sexuality, so that I am better able to decide
what pleases me the most. I have read that some
cultures consider homosexual behavior to be
unacceptable. Do you have any views on this?"

"What consenting adults do in the privacy of their
quarters is their business." Janeway was sorry that she
had started this line of conversation and hoped Seven
would drop it.

"I see. Do you enjoy having sex with women, men, or
both?" asked Seven.

Captain Janeway didn't want to lie to Seven, and felt
that it wouldn't be right not to answer her question.
She didn't want Seven to feel she couldn't talk to her
captain, so she answered truthfully. "I enjoy making
love to men and women."

"Although without any actual experience I cannot say
for certain, I believe I will also enjoy both sexes. I
have perused some of the erotic material in the
library, and find both the heterosexual and homosexual
material stimulating. I especially enjoy masturbating
while watching recordings of groups of three or more
persons engaged in a wide variety of combinations and
positions."

Captain Janeway was extremely excited by the thought of
Seven rubbing her pussy as she watched some
pornographic holo-movies. She knew that she should
regain control of the conversation and steer it back to
Seven's emotional preparedness for sex and away from
the more descriptive turn it had taken. She was
therefore surprised to hear herself ask "Exactly how do
you masturbate?"

"When I first began pleasuring myself, I was somewhat
tentative. I would simply lightly touch my breasts and
outer genitalia, causing only mild sensations of
arousal. After a few times doing this, I decided to
explore further. I inserted my index finger into my
vaginal opening and stroked it in and out, simulating
sexual intercourse."

"That's called finger fucking, or fingering," the
Captain told Seven.

"Yes, I have heard and read these colloquial terms in
my studies. It is more acceptable to use these terms
than the proper anatomical terminology?"

"It depends on the exact situation. When speaking to
someone as a prelude to sex, or for the purposes of
titillation, it is better practice to use the slang.
But in a medical or counseling situation, or when the
primary purpose of the communication is to convey
information, the official terms are usually more
appropriate."

Captain Janeway noticed a smile playing at Seven's lips
as she asked "Which should I use in this situation?"

Janeway realized that Seven was flirting with her. She
was definitely more ready for sex than the Captain had
originally thought. Janeway felt a heat building
between her legs as she let her eyes travel up and down
her crewmate's beautiful body. "Um, perhaps to allow
you to practice using erotic speaking as foreplay, you
should use the colloquial terms."

"Very well. I felt that finger fucking my pussy was
very pleasurable. I therefore engage in it as often as
possible. I have also discovered that when I rub my
clit, my twat seems to get hotter and produces more
liquid. I have just recently began to have orgasms. I
love the feeling of my cunt muscles clamping down on my
fingers as I stroke them in and out of my pussy." Seven
noticed that the Captain's breathing was getting a
little heavier She knew that her description was
causing the Captain to get excited. "Is something
wrong?"

"No, uh, no," the Captain answered.

"Do you ever masturbate?" asked Seven.

"Yes, that's a normal part of human sexuality.
Sometimes it is too difficult or inconvenient to find a
partner, or you don't want the complications another
person might entail, or you simply feel that a solo
session will be more to your liking at that particular
time."

"Perhaps you could watch me masturbate and let me know
if my technique is satisfactory."

Janeway's pulse quickened at the idea. "Very well.
Remove your clothing."

Seven stood up and undid the fastener running down the
one piece skin tight outfit she wore. In a matter of
only a few seconds, she was standing before the Captain
completely nude, with her legs spread slightly apart.
The Captain noticed that she had no pubic hair, but she
did have one of the vestigial Borg interfaces just
above her snatch. It looked like an intricate piece of
jewelry, and she thought it was quite attractive.

Seven noticed the Captain staring at her twat and said
"The Doctor, for reasons of his own, decided that I
didn't need body hair. When he stimulated my hair
follicles, he only did the ones on my head. Do you find
the effect appealing?"

Captain Janeway replied "Yes, I always preferred a girl
with a shaven pussy."

"Do you keep yours free of hair?"

"Yes I do," the Captain answered.

"I would like to see your cunt. I believe it would be
most stimulating."

Captain Janeway tore her gaze from Seven's pretty quim,
and looked up at her face. Seven was smiling at her.
"Perhaps you'll get to see it before too long," she
said. "Now, why don't you show me how you stimulate
yourself."

Seven sat down on the couch facing the Captain with her
legs spread wide. She reached down with both hands and
began massaging her large, firm breasts. Soon, her pink
nipples were erect and stuck out from her beautiful
tits. Seven placed a hand under her right breast and
lifted it up while bending her head down. She licked
her nipple, and then sucked on it.

Janeway watched raptly. She could feel her cunt
beginning to get wet as she enjoyed the show Seven was
putting on for her. She fidgeted on the couch, enjoying
the feel of the fabric of her panties as they rubbed
against her twat.

"You have very nice tits, Seven. I imagine sucking them
like that feels very good. If you nibble them with your
teeth, you may find that pleasurable as well."

Seven bit down on the end of her nipple and let out a
little yelp of pain.

"No, not like that. That was too hard. Here, let me
show you." The Captain leaned forward and took one of
Seven's mounds in her hand. She hefted the weight and
enjoyed feeling its firmness. She then leaned down and
flicked her tongue across the hard nipple, and then
very lightly pulled it with her teeth. Seven let out a
shudder of excitement.

"Yes, that is very nice. I will have to add that to my
repertoire of self-stimulating exercises, and also use
it when making love to another woman."

"Men enjoy it too," Janeway commented.

Seven let a hand slide down to her cunt. As the Captain
followed it to its target with her eyes, she saw that
Seven was quite aroused. Her outer cunt lips had
swollen and her inner lips poked out, she could even
see a slight glistening of pussy juice. Seven spread
her lips further apart and the Captain drank in the
sight of her pink flower. Seven ran her hand all over
her cunt, then slowly slid a finger into her opening,
As she finger fucked herself, she began rubbing her
clit with her other hand.

"You seem to know what you're doing," the Captain said.
"Have you ever tasted yourself?"

"No, I have not. Should I?"

"Well, if you want to have sex with another woman, an
important part of that will likely be cunnilingus. It
might be helpful to know if you like the taste of a
woman, and if you don't you might be able to acclimate
yourself to the flavor by licking your own juice often
enough."

"That is logical." With that, Seven withdrew her finger
from her twat and placed it in her mouth. She sucked
with a pensive look on her face for a second or two,
then smiled.

"You like the taste?" asked the Captain.

"Yes, it is quite flavorful. Perhaps you would like to
try it?" asked Seven.

The Captain wasn't sure when it had happened, but she
realized that sometime over the last couple of minutes,
she had made an unconscious decision to pursue this
encounter to its logical conclusion. She therefore did
not hesitate for a moment. "I'd love to lick the juice
from your pussy. But first, I think I should get more
comfortable."

She got up and took off her clothes. Seven watched with
interest as her Captain stripped in front of her. Even
though she had seen perfectly life-like holographic
projections of nude women before, this was somehow more
personal. Besides, it was the Captain! She had often
fantasized about the Captain as she masturbated,
imagining it was the Captain's fingers that pleasured
her instead of her own.

When the Captain removed her bra to expose her breasts,
Seven was happy to learn that despite her age, they
hadn't started to sag, but stood up proudly. She had
small brown nipples that were already hard. The Captain
then removed her last piece of clothing, her panties.
She did indeed keep herself shaved. Seven thought she
could smell the Captain's sex from the couch, and
enjoyed the scent.

"Oh Captain, you look delicious!"

"Thank you, Seven. Under the circumstances, I think you
can call me Katherine, or Kathy. Now, why don't you lay
back. Lift your legs up to your chest. That's right,
now spread them wide. Wide. As wide as you can! Nice,
very nice."

The Captain got on her knees on the couch and bent down
until her face was mere inches from Seven' wet cunt.
She could smell Seven's arousal, the scent was an
aphrodisiac, causing Katherine own pussy to exude more
of its own love potion. She reached out and spread
Seven's lips further apart to better enjoy the sight of
the treasures buried in the folds of her cunt.

Seven's inner lips were drenched in her wetness and her
clitoris stood out proudly from its protective hood.
The Captain reached out with her tongue and licked up
some of the nectar flowing from Seven's love opening.
It tasted like heaven. It had been so long since she
had eaten a woman's cunt. She remembered Kes's sweet
tasting twat fondly, and wished that she could share
this voluptuous blond with the innocent but lusty Kes.

Katherine began probing at Seven's opening with her
tongue and soon had it buried in the delicious snatch.
Seven whimpered with excitement as she was eaten by her
commanding officer. The Captain withdrew her tongue
from Seven's tight, warm pussy and replaced it with
her finger.

As she screwed the beauty with her hand, she moved her
mouth up to Seven's joy buzzer. She flicked her tongue
rapidly across the sensitive flesh and Seven responded
with a low moan of ecstasy. Katherine nibbled lightly
at the clit in her mouth, causing Seven to buck her
hips, forcing her cunt into Katherine's face.

The Captain crawled up Seven's body and began kissing
her, never removing her hand from Seven's quim. Seven
felt her Captain's tongue probing past her lips, and
tasted the juice from her twat in Katherine's mouth. It
tasted even better than when she had licked her
fingers.

Wanting to return some of the incredible feelings the
Captain had been causing in her, Seven reached over the
Captain's ass down to her cunt. She began rubbing the
outside of it and the Captain let out a muffled cry of
passion from around Seven's tongue which was now
exploring her mouth.

The Captain broke her kiss and looked at Seven. "Are
you familiar with the term sixty-nine?"

"Yes. That is where two people simultaneously give each
other oral gratification."

"That's right. Would you like to try it?"

"I believe that the taste of your cunt as your tongue
stimulates my clit and your finger probes my twat will
be most arousing. I expect that I will climax quite
quickly under those circumstances."

"The feeling will be mutual, I'm sure," said the
Captain.

She turned around and straddled Seven's face, then
wasted no time applying herself once again to Seven's
fragrant, hairless snatch. Seven reached up and placed
a hand on each of the Captain's buttocks, pulling her
cunt down to her face. She lifted her head slightly and
licked the Captain at the juncture of thigh and pussy.

She then inserted her tongue into the folds of
Katherine's twat and tasted a woman other than herself
for the first time. While the taste was similar to her
own juice, the Captain's cunt cream was slightly
different. She loved it! She began licking with
abandon, rubbing her entire face all over Katherine's
cunt.

The two women were getting extremely worked up by this
time. They were both breathing very heavily and letting
out little whimpers of delight whenever their partner
hit a particularly sensitive spot. The Captain felt her
excitement building to a crescendo and screamed "I'm
cumming! Eat my pussy! Oh Seven, I'm cumming on your
face!"

Seven felt the Captain's body stiffen, then shake and
shudder as her orgasm overtook her. The Captain pushed
her ass down and Seven had her muff forced into her
face. Seven opened her mouth wide and tried to cram her
tongue into the Captain's love nest. Suddenly, a
torrent of pussy juice flowed from the Captain's hole.
Seven slurped and lapped all she could, but couldn't
keep up with the flow.

As Seven enjoyed the copious cunt cream from
Katherine's orgasm, she felt her own climax explode.
Jolts of lightning were firing through her body. She
could feel the bolts traveling from her clit, to the
inner reaches of her twat, to her sphincter causing her
asshole to clench, to her erect nipples, down her arms
to the tips of her fingers, along her legs to her feet,
and to her face. Her entire body was on fire with the
intensity of her orgasm. She bucked and thrashed under
the Captain, who continued to lick and suck on her love
knob.

After a short time, both women's orgasms subsided and
the Captain repositioned herself in Seven's arms. They
kissed slowly and deeply. Katherine took a couple of
minutes to lick her pussy juice from Seven's chin and
neck, stopping frequently to share the nectar with
Seven in a probing kiss.

"Did you enjoy your first sexual encounter?" the
Captain asked Seven.

"It was most exciting. I hope to repeat it, and many
other experiences, in the very near future," Seven
answered. "I think I shall locate a male member of the
crew so that I may experience the feeling of a cock in
my twat. Would you care to join me?"

"Who did you have in mind?" the Captain asked.

"I find Tom Paris to be attractive. If he would be
willing to have sex with me, I would like to feel his
cock inside my pussy."

The Captain reached down to her jumble of clothes and
found her communicator. Touching the small device, she
said "Lieutenant Paris, please report to the Captain's
ready room."

A disembodied voice replied "Right away, ma'am."

Lake Resolve

by Valenti

The divorce had been emotionally nasty. The cheating
bastard lied to me for five out of the six years we were
married. Fortunately we didn't have any children so after
the divorce, we agreed to split everything down the
middle. We each had half the debts and half the assets
and that was the end of that. Two years later, at 30, I'm
still single and harbor a hatred and lack of trust
towards men.

I continued my teaching position as a high school teacher
but I became less and less enthusiastic and more recluse
since the divorce. I focused all of my energies around
work and less with social activities. My sex life had
gone from bad to non-existent except of course my
obsession to masturbate, which was my refuge for relief

As the summer break got closer Amy Jenkins, another
teacher at the school, middle aged and a good friend when
I needed one, offered to let me use her cabin. She knew I
was a little broke and probably couldn't afford a cruise
or something like that, and she also knew I needed a
well-deserved break. Amy and John had owned the cabin on
the lake for years and when they relocated to the states,
they decided to hang on to it figuring it might be a
retirement option for them later on. Amy told me that it
would be an ideal place to inspire me to write my book
and help heal some lingering personal hurts. Amy and her
husband had not used the cabin in years and all she asked
was that I clean up around place and stack some wood for
next winter since they planned on getting up there for
Christmas.

Amy had drawn me a detailed map, made a list of how to
turn on the water, electricity and told me to make sure I
arrived in the daylight because it's so dark at night I'd
never find the roads. Perfect I thought. All by myself to
think things over and get my life back on track. My life
has been on hold since the divorce and now with two
glorious months on my hands, I might even be able to
start that book I've put off for so long.

The trip from Ohio to the Northern Ontario cabin by car
was twelve hours and I decided to stop overnight Toronto
to take in the sights before heading up north to the
cabin. Amy was right. The lake was so peaceful and the
forests were breathtaking. The cabin looked a little run
down but rather quaint and definitely inhabitable. It had
a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom and a cozy sitting area with
a large stone fireplace and two large windows one on each
side that afforded a clear view of the lake.

The cabin did have some luxuries, a satellite dish
antenna, a fridge and stove, a small shower and simple
furniture. The location was breath taking. The cabin was
on the edge of a Lake Resolve surrounded by dense forest,
very private and secluded.

It was around four in the afternoon when I got there and
I decided get my things unpacked and go over the
checklist Amy made for me. All of that now done, what
now? Here I am all alone and excited about the new
adventure reassuring myself that this had been a good
idea.

After fixing something to eat I decided to try out the
TV. Amy was right, there were only two snowy local
channels but there was always the VCR. Amy told me about
the general store and they had some videos I could rent.
I decided to venture out there tomorrow. I made a nice
cup of coffee, sat on the deck and enjoyed the view of
the sun going down.

There was a telescope in the cabin and I set it up
outside and scanned the shoreline for civilization just
before the water extinguished the light of the setting
sun. I could see other cottages spotted along the lake in
between trees and most were very secluded. This was so
beautiful I thought. I went in and slipped into my robe,
and with nothing on underneath, I settled back on the
rocking chair outside on the deck and listened to the
night.

The night before when I was in Toronto the bright lights
of the X rated video store signs caught my attention and
I figured what the hell, nobody knows me here, I bought a
couple of XXX rated movies to add to my growing
collection figuring it would be a long summer. I decided
that tomorrow night I'd watch one and fuck myself into
frenzy. God I needed it I thought to myself. It had been
at least two years since I was fucked. I'm thinking to
myself, what a looser. I've gone out on three dates since
my divorce and all three turned out to be jerks.

Here I am at the prime of my life and I have to resort to
vibrators and fingers. Ah that reminds me, good thing I
brought it. There was no one around to bug me, and no one
around to worry about. The night was so siren and the
half moon glimmering over the quiet water. I stood out on
the porch and let my robe open free to enjoy the night.
The air was warm but my nipples still went instantly
erect and aching to be touched.

I thought about my body, and for thirty, I didn't look
too bad. Most say I look much younger since I'm only
5'5", 125 pounds. I keep my blond hair shoulder length
and my best features are my face and legs. My
measurements are 32c, 25, and 36. I'm rather on the small
side everywhere except I think my butt is too wide, at
least for my size anyway. I try not to let the fact that
I have small breasts bother me, but I do wear padded bras
and overall I guess I'm not too bad. Strange thing is
lately, when I masturbate in front of the mirror, the
sight of my small breasts almost flat and boyish really
turns me on.

Since the divorce, I've begun to notice other woman. As
confusing as it sounds, it sort of turns me on. On
occasion I would admire the way they dress, check out
their legs and sometimes try to imagine what they would
look like in just a bra and panties. For about a year now
I've dismissed these thoughts as just plain old not
getting any sex and I'm horny as hell.

What really confuses me is I have some of those images in
my mind's eye when I finger myself into frenzy. I've even
considered exploring these emotions further but I'd be
scared shitless to actually act on it. I retreated back
into the cabin and as habit has it, I slipped my fingers
deep inside my damp pussy, and for the next twenty
minutes or so, I considered the possibilities.

The next morning I had coffee out on the deck spent and
the rest of the day getting acquainted with my new
surroundings. I unlocked the shed and dragged the canoe
out to the dock. I did a little dusting in the cabin and
aired the place out and found a fishing pole and some
tackle. There were some people on the lake and at nearby
cabins so I decided to take the canoe out for a little
spin around the shoreline.

About half way around the lake I noticed a picturesque
little cove and steered the canoe towards it. It's so
lovely I thought. I brought my little note pad and a pen
in case I had any brilliant ideas for my book and I
thought to myself, I could really get some serious
thinking done around here. Maybe I could figure out how
to get out of this mental funk I'm in.

As I rounded the edge of some large rocks, not more than
500 feet from me and nested in amongst the trees was a
pretty little cottage and from my vantage point I could
see someone coming out onto the deck and laying on a
lounge. I had to take a second look. Did I see what I
thought I saw? Lying on the deck was a nude woman soaking
up the sun. What the hell I thought. I felt instant panic
as if I had intruded on some ones privacy.

In my panic to try and turn around, the paddle made
splashing noises and to my embarrassment, she raised her
head and saw me. How embarrassing I thought. The woman
waved and I clumsily returned the wave. She motioned me
to come over and with that she slipped on a robe and
stood up. I clumsily paddled up to the dock as she
strolled down the short path to greet me. "Hello there"
she said, "You're new up here."

"Yes I am," I replied smiling. "I didn't expect to find
anyone around here, I'm terribly sorry if I disturbed
you. I didn't see your cottage until I rounded those
rocks." I sounded like a blubbering idiot.

"No problem, it's always nice to meet new folks," she
said. "I'm Jan, Jan Harris, can I interest you in a cup
of coffee or something?" she asked.

I was trying not to stare at her near naked body.
Nervously I said, "Yes I'd like that, thanks." I tied the
canoe to the dock and climbed up.

Jan appeared to be in her late 40s to early 50s, she was
nicely tanned, and had a nice shape for a woman her age.
I was sure that underneath that robe, this woman was
completely nude. If were me in her situation, I would've
scrambled inside but that was me I guess. "This is quite
a setup you have here," I commented. "I'm Rose Brooks," I
said and reached out as we shook hands.

Her bronze tanned hand felt dry and callused most likely
from too much gardening and not enough moisturizer, but
never the less she was friendly. We walked up to the deck
and Jan said just a second I'll be right back with the
coffee.

"It's nice here," I said looking around and commenting to
her as she slid open, the screen door.

"Yes we love it here. We don't get many visitors so it
can get lonely at times but there's always something to
keep busy with," she explained.

I thought to myself, yes like lying around nude, and I
smiled to myself at the thought. We sat and sipped coffee
and I told her how nice it was of Amy and John to let me
use their cabin. I hope to be inspired to write a book
this month but if I got bored, I'd head back home.

"Well Rose I'm sure you'll find enough around here to
keep you busy. If you get bored, come on over and I'll
show you some of the local caves and the local bar."

"You're kidding, there's actually a social scene around
here," I said sarcastically.

"Of course there is," she replied with a friendly tone.
"Mind you I'm about the youngest babe around here and I'm
52. During the summer months a lot of wives stay up here.
Some of the husbands are retired and some like my husband
take four and five-day weekends to be here. During the
week, he stays in the city. We have some thing going on
all the time up here," she explained.

"I had no idea really," I said in amazement. "I didn't
realize there were so many people around here."

"You'd be surprised what goes on up here," she said with
a smirk.

Jan seemed very nice. During our second cup of coffee
though, I noticed her robe loosen and open slightly. I
couldn't see part of her bare breasts and could tell she
wasn't wearing anything underneath. I could see her
crossed legs through the glass top table and thought to
myself they certainly were one of her best features. Jan
looked to be in reasonably good physical shape.

She seemed so self-assured and confident in the way she
spoke. She had only one grown daughter and Jan had been
married for 35 years. She told me she was always
interested in art and a few years ago she took a few
lessons. She spends most of her time painting.

"I love art as well," I told her. "I couldn't paint if I
tried but I love Monet, his colors are so brilliant."

She smiled and nodded in agreement. I took an instant
liking to her. I told Jan about my ideas I had for my
first book and I was teacher and divorced. "Say Rose
tomorrow I was going over to the old cave mill to paint.
How would you like to join me? I'll bring a picnic lunch,
you can bring a good book and we can soak up some sun
while I paint. This place is beautiful," she said with
excitement. "What do you say?"

"Well sure I guess that sounds like fun."

"It's settled then. I'll come by with the boat around
11:30."

We had chatted for what seemed only minutes but I glanced
at my watch and noticed it was almost one! "Dear me! It's
one already, where has the time gone? I really need to
get going. Thanks for the coffee Jan and it was nice to
meet you," I said.

"Tomorrow will be fun," she said. "We can catch some
sun."

"I'd like to see some of your paintings sometimes," I
commented. With that I climbed into the canoe and gently
paddled away.

My thoughts were reeling from one mental image of Jan to
another. All the time we were chatting, she captured my
interest. I tried not to be obvious when I looked at her
sitting across from me in her loosened robe and me
knowing she was wearing nothing underneath. I thought of
her legs and how sexy they looked through the clear glass
table as she crossed and uncrossed her legs each time
causing her robe shift just a little to allow it to ride
higher up her thighs and reveal some more.

What the hell was going on with me? Shit this was crazy.
Last night I was finger fucking myself to the images of
porno video queens and today I'm getting wet over a woman
almost twice my age. Shit never mind the age dam it, it's
another woman, what the hell am I thinking? I had to
admit she had a definite effect on me. As I paddled the
canoe as fast as I could, I was feeling that familiar
tingling in my pussy and when I looked down, oh my God! I
was wet down there. Oh shit! I hope she didn't notice.
God I'm so embarrassed.

That night as I skinny-dipped in the lake to take a bath,
I couldn't help thinking about the day's events. I
wondered if she was serous about catching some sun? Did
she mean in the nude? I fingered myself to sleep that
night with the thoughts of Jan rubbing sun tan oil all
over me.

During breakfast I questioned myself. I realized being up
here on my own allows one to do some deep soul searching
and self-talk. Did I really find Jan attractive, I mean
in a sexual way? I was never into woman except of course
in fantasies sometimes, but I didn't think that counted,
did it? I would sure like to find out more about it
sometime. At some point in my life I'd like to explore
the other side I thought.

I was looking forward to exploring the lake and I had
packed my sunscreen, towel, note pad, pen and sunshades.
I spent the rest of the morning planning out what chores
I could do around this place. Like clockwork, she was
right on time. I heard Jan shouting from the dock, "hey!
Rose, what's up?" I waved back as she brought the boat
over to the dock and tied it off.

Today she was wearing a straw hat, a bikini top that
showed off her large at least 36d size breasts, and a
pair of kaki short shorts that showed off the rest of
her. I knew she had her bikini bottoms on underneath
because I could clearly see the outline of her bottoms
through her shorts. Her tits sagged a little and bounced
as she climbed up the stone steps from the dock to the
cabin and I noticed her thighs were wide bigger than my
own but solid none the less. Her legs were defiantly her
best feature. I couldn't help notice as she sauntered up
the path how attractive this woman was for her age. I'm
thinking wow! That is one set of tits!

We made some small talk and I showed her some of the
things I was planning on doing around the place. Jan was
genuinely interested and commented how she had been here
years ago before Amy and John moved to the states. They
knew them only casually. "You have everything? She asked.
I nodded and we jumped into the boat.


The boat was just a small aluminum fishing boat with a
small engine. We slowly trolled along the shore and Jan
pointed out several points of interest. We cruised slowly
by a swimming dock just in front of an A frame style
cottage and a young girl waved to us and shouted out,
"Hey Mrs. Harris!"

"Who's that?" I asked.

"It's Emily Anderson, Julie and Bill's daughter, she
said. Her and her Mum stay up for the summer every year.
Emily works at the general store a couple days a week."

We pulled into a secluded cove as close to shore as
possible and waded in the rest of the way pulling the
boat onto the sandy shore. "This place is enchanting," I
said.

"I told you you'd love it here," she said, pleased with
herself that she was right. We found a nice flat spot
atop some huge rocks. There were four large pools of
water where the rocks had formed and water overflowed
from one pool to another and then onto the lake. The
water in those pools was as warm as a hot tub.

"I come here all the time," Jan said. "The water is so
warm I sometimes soak and bathe in there for hours
sometimes." We spread out a large blanket and Jan raised
the wicker basket as if to say let dig in. She pulled out
two plates, forks, two stemmed wine glasses, and a
chilled bottle of Reunite. As we nibbled on our
sandwiches and salads the wine went down like ice-cold
water on a deserted island. I couldn't help but be amazed
how beautiful this place was. The sound of the birds and
the view of the water made it seem more like our own
private paradise.

After lunch we sipped our wine and just took in the day.
"Last night I heard something outside," I told Jan, "I
was scared shitless."

She laughed. "It can get scary sometimes you never know
what lurks outside your door at night," Jan said in a
funny eerie tone of voice.

We both laughed and finished our drinks. I enjoyed having
company and especially Jan's company. It's been a long
time since I've been able to open up a little and sitting
with Jan was very refreshing. I hardly knew this woman
but even so, I thought she was a warm and sensitive
person.

The rest of the afternoon Jan painted the rock formations
on a canvas and I actually started writing some thoughts
down for my book. Jan had situated herself about 20 feet
behind me up on a large rock and I was lying on my tummy,
down on the blanket propped up with my arms, facing the
water working on my tan.

I turned around to ask Jan how it's going and to my
surprise, she was sitting on a rock behind her easel with
her top off. "Oh my gosh!" I said out loud
unintentionally.

"I hope you don't mind," she laughed. "I hate tan lines,"
she said casually and continued to paint. "It is a free
country you know," emphasizing the word free as she
spoke. "You should try it sometime, it's very
liberating."

"I would I guess but I'm a little embarrassed."

"Embarrassed about what silly?" she mocked, "It's only us
girls for heavens sake."

"Easy for you to say," I said. "You have tits to bare,
me, I'm flat as board, I hate them." By now I was feeling
very self-conscious of the whole situation.

"Well if its any consolation Rose, I think you have very
nice tits, and besides, they'll never sag when you get to
be my age. Lighten up," she said humorously, "you're on
vacation."

I wanted to. I really wanted to bare it all I was
thinking. With that, I sat up and nervously removed my
top. The sun felt wonderful on my breasts. I felt proud
of myself to muster up the courage and I was getting very
aroused.

Jan continued to paint and commented, "Now, doesn't that
feel much better?"

I must have dozed off because when I awoke, Jan was
laying on her tummy on the blanket beside me eyes closed
and enjoying the sun as I was. We lay there in the sun
for a while both of us in a half sleep just enjoying the
day and Jan rose and climbed up into the rocks and jumped
into the water. I heard a splash and decided to join her.

"The water's warm," I commented as I eased in and we
kidded and splashed around. I tried not looking at Jan's
tits but that was easier said than done. This whole
experience had already had an effect on me. When I get
back today I'm going to make myself come silly, I
thought. Maybe I'm just too much of a prude. I should
just accept this situation for what it is, a casual and
private swim with a friend, and besides, I am on
vacation!

We got out of the water and gathered our things. "Jan,
that was the most relaxing time I've ever had. I'm having
so much fun. Thanks for bringing me here," I said
gratefully.

"Your welcome sweetie," I knew you'd like it, there's
always something to do around here."

"Hey let me look at your painting," I asked.

Jan had painted the rock formation that she was facing
and on the ground she painted in the blanket and the
picnic basket, the bottle of wine and two glasses. I also
noticed she had started to outline a figure. It would be
the image of me lying on my tummy on the blanket. "Oh Jan
that's so beautiful." I said.

"We'll need to come back and finish it sometime," she
said. Just then I felt a rush of emotion and a tear came
to my eye and I lifted my head to face Jan and gave her a
hug and said "thanks." Realizing only then that our
chests were bare and had brushed against each other for
just a few moments. For a moment I felt a rush of
pleasure deep in my lions.

On the boat ride back I joked with Jan and asked if she
always hangs around half nude and she laughed and said,
"Any time I think I can get away with it."

"I guess I'm quiet a prude," I told her. "I've lived a
sheltered life but I did go skinny dipping one time with
my girlfriend Sarah when I was around eleven or twelve.
Does that count?"

Jan laughed, "Ok we'll give it to you." She dropped me
off at the cabin and said she would be going home for a
couple of days for a family wedding and should be back
with her husband sometime next week. The rest of the day
I cleaned up around the place and then decided to drive
to the general store for milk, bread, some snacks and
maybe rent a video.

"Hi!" came an enthusiastic and chipper greeting. "You're
the lady that's living at the old Jenkins place right?"

"Ah, yes I am. I'm Rose. Rose Brooks."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Brooks my name is Emily Anderson.

"Please, just call me Rose, and I'm not married." I said.
"How did you know where I lived?"

"I overheard my Mom and Dad talking about you last week.
That a friend of the Jenkins was going to using the cabin
for the summer."

Emily was a thin tall girl about 5'8". Her hair was jet
black and pulled back into a ponytail. She was a pretty
girl and looked like a typical teenager complete with
gothic style makeup. "Actually I saw you today with Mrs.
Harris, I was the one on the swimming deck waving this
morning remember?"

"Yes of course, I guess you work here?" I asked.

"Yep, a couple of days during the week and on the
weekends. Keeps me in gas money and helps me from getting
too bored," she said.

"Well, it was nice to meet you," I said. "See you next
time."

The next day was another wonderful day. The sun was
shinning and after a light breakfast of fruit and bran
flakes, I settled down at my laptop and actually started
write my thoughts to page. In the last few days I had
figured out a main plot, identified some of my
characters, and had roughed out chapter one. It was going
to be a spy thriller.

My experience of such a wonderful day with Jan was still
fresh in my mind and each time I thought about her I
became excited. The other thing was these new thoughts
and feelings I began experiencing the past few days.
Thoughts of Jan and her casual attitude towards nudity
had me intrigued. Was I attracted to her as in sexual way
or was I infatuated with her because of her charm and
wit. Today I was confused about my newly aroused bi-
sexual feelings. I was as giddy as a schoolgirl. The
clean air and sun was relaxing and for the first time in
years I was feeling good about myself.

So, I thought, what was I going to do today? I thought of
Jan and realized that last thing I wanted to do was
interpret her the wrong way and risk embarrassing myself.
I wondered if Jan was a lesbian, after all, she was
married! Was she trying to come on to me, is she just
being nice.

I was never very good at reading people. Oh well I
thought, I'll just play it by ear and either way I'll
consider her a friend. By noon I couldn't resist. My mind
was hell bent on going back to the secret cove and
explore. I packed some snacks, ice and I figured four
beers, should be enough. Lets see, book, lotion, beer,
ice, junk food, that's it. I loaded the canoe and paddled
off.

I was getting familiar with the lake's shoreline and as
long as I kept close to the shore I could get around.
With skill I pulled the canoe up to the shore and laid my
stuff and blanket out and popped open a cold beer. I
explored the area and saw some foot trails leading into
the woods. They looked like cool bike trails and wished I
had a bike to check them out but I wasn't going in there
alone.

After rubbing some sunscreen on, I looked around and
considered removing my top. What the hell, there's no one
out here. Without a second thought, it was gone. The sun
felt warm to my skin. Looking around and seeing that I
was alone, I slipped out of my shorts and bikini bottoms
and I instantly felt free. I rubbed lotion all over my
naked body and especially on my breasts.

The last thing I want is a burn on these sensitive little
babies I though. I found a comfy spot on the blanket, put
my walk-man headphones on, and lay on my back to relax
and enjoy the warm energy rays of the sun.

Meanwhile Emily saw and recognized Rose as she paddled
past her parent's and cottage figured out that she might
be going to the cave pools. Thoughts flashed through her
mind as she remembered all the things she learned there.

Beth, the daughter of friends of the family was three
years older than her and at fourteen, Beth was much more
developed than Emily. Beth spent two summers with them
when Emily was eleven and twelve. When you're only
eleven, a fourteen year old seems all grown up. Both
girls would ride their bikes on the trails and one day
they found this perfect spot.

One thing would lead to another and after a few dares,
both girls mustered up the courage to go skinny-dipping.
Emily was always amazed at how much more developed Beth
was. Beth had hair on her pussy and her breasts were more
than just two bumps underneath her T-shirts. Beth would
always reassure Emily that one day her tits would be big
and would probably have a sexier body than her. Both
those summers, the girls were inseparable.

Emily had a hunch and hoped that Rose might be going
there. "Mom, I'm going out for a bike ride, see you
later," she said in a raised voice as she mounted her
bike and headed toward the trails.

On the way she reflected back on all the fun her and Beth
had sneaking up and spying on people. Some would just
come and explore the cave with nothing interesting
happening and other times boy friend with girl friend
couples would come and neck. That was cool. Emily still
gets horniest when she's peeking. The best peeking was
when Mrs. Harris would go there. The first time she saw
Mrs. Harris there she was with her husband. They looked
around for a while then left.

After that Mrs. Harris would come a lot and always by
herself. She always took her clothes off and would either
paint or just lay and suntan. Sometimes she would take a
bath in the cave pools. Mrs. Harris was old but Beth and
Emily liked watching her lather her body and shampoo her
hair. Mrs. Harris had the biggest set of tits Emily had
ever seen. Beth and Emily couldn't keep their eyes off
her.

Sometimes they would lie perfectly still in the trees for
hours watching in amazement. From that spot Beth and
Emily had their first lessons on sex. Emily remembered
how bushy Mrs. Harris's pussy was and then one day it was
bald and smooth just like hers. If anyone caught them
there, they would be in big trouble so the girls vowed to
keep anything they saw or did their secret. Both girls
shared the same bedroom in the cottage; each had their
own beds.

By the second summer, after a peeping session on Mrs.
Harris, the girls giggled and talked about her in bed one
night. It was on that night that Beth showed Emily how to
get herself off. Beth told her that when she gets all
sticky and funny feeling down there, to put her fingers
in her pussy and that makes it feel good. Eventually both
girls started to practice kiss and play with each other
and got pretty good at it.

Now it wasn't long before Emily reached the cave pools
and snuck to the edge of the tree line with caution as
she had done so many times before. With anticipation she
saw her there. Her hunch was correct. Emily was amazed at
the sight of Rose. She looked so sexy lying there. Emily
could see that Rose's breasts were almost flat and
reminded her of her own. She noticed that Rose looked
almost boyish but yet sexy. She could see Rose's neatly
shaven pussy, a narrow patch just above the slit, and she
made a mental note to try that sometime.

Emily quietly undid her jean shorts and slipped her hand
down to her pussy as she had in this very spot so many
times before. She came fast, hot, and hard and she wished
Beth could be here to help her along.

Emily wanted to talk to Rose again. She wondered if it
was such a good idea just now but after thinking about
how to approach her, she figured on just riding her bike
off the path and into the clearing. It would give Rose
enough time to see her coming and cover up. Unfortunately
for Rose, her headphones prevented her from hearing
Emily's approach and it wasn't until Emily had rode
across and momentarily blocked Rose's sun did Rose open
her eyes.

I was in a half sleep and was suddenly startled by a
voice. "Hey Rose,"

"Oh my God!" I screamed, "oh my God, oh my God!" In a
panic I searched for my top or something, for anything to
cover up with but couldn't find anything. Feeling really
stupid, and in a panic, I crossed my arms over my chest
to cover up.

"I'm sorry if I surprised you," said a familiar voice.

"Oh uh, hi Emily," was all I could blurt out. "Oh my God
I'm so embarrassed. You startled me," I said nervously
still looking around for something to cover up with. I
was thinking where the hell is my top dam it?

As if she could read my mind, "It's right behind you,"
she said.

"Thanks." After a few moments of panic, I asked, "So what
brings you here?"

"I come here all the time," she said. I've been coming
here since I was eleven."

"I didn't think anyone knew about this spot," feeling
stupid after I had said it.

"Everyone around here knows about the cave, I come here
all the time to think and hang out," Emily told me.

"How old are you anyway?" I asked.

"I'll be seventeen next month," she said proudly. "I'll
be in the twelfth grade." Which is how the Canadians
describe their senior year I gathered.

"You in college?" she asked. "Thanks but no, I'm thirty
years old. That must seem ancient to you," I said.

"No not really. You look so much younger," she
complimented mew.

"Uh Listen Emily, I'm sorry about what you saw, I thought
I was all alone here," I said so as not to scare her off.
"I hope you're not offended," I said apologetically.

"Ah it's ok, I do it all the time."

"What sneak up on people who are sun tanning topples?" I
said jokingly.

"I tan nude here all the time!" she said.

"Really?" I asked. "Ya, Beth and me used to skinny dip
and nude tan all the time."

"Really!" was all I could say. "Who's Beth?"

"She was my best friend."

"Weren't you afraid of getting caught, like you caught
me?"

"Well I guess we were at first but I was only eleven
years old when we first started. After awhile we hoped
that someone would see us. It was sort of a turn on," She
said.

"You're kidding right?" I asked.

"No," she said.

It seemed that Emily had explored every nook and cranny
on this lake and offered to show me around if I liked. We
talked for a while and she seemed like a normal 16-year
old. Her Mom, like many others live at the lake during
the summer and her father comes up on the weekends.
Fortunately for Emily, the general store gave her a part
time job for the summer so that she could earn and still
come to the lake.

"Don't you miss your friends at home?" I asked her.

"I don't really have many friends. Most kids don't like
me very much."

"No way!" I said, "You seem like a nice person, I like
you!"

"Gee thanks," see said, "you're pretty cool yourself."

I thought she was blushing when I told her that.

"Beth couldn't make it this year," she told me. "She has
to work. She's already in college. I got a lucky break
with the general store so I came up with Mum," she
explained. "Maybe we can be friends." I said.

"Mind if I catch a few rays with you?" Emily asked.

"No not at all," I said and I patted the blanket for her
to sit down.

"I have the day off today so I have all afternoon," she
said. Emily removed her Tee shirt and revealed more of
her young firm body. She wasn't built much bigger than I.
My breasts were as small as hers but then again I'm 30
and she's only sixteen. Her tits looked perfect on her.
Her body was nicely formed and I envied her youth. She
was wearing a pair of kaki shorts and a hot pink bikini
top that looked awesome on her. Truly Botticelli had her
in mind when he sculpted the statue of God Venus I
thought. I handed Emily the sunscreen and I reached for a
beer. "I'd offer you one but I think you'd get in
trouble."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," she replied so I gave
her one. She gulped it down almost all at once.

"Hey Emily, you're going to get wasted like that."

"Sorry," was all she said. We talked for a while and she
told me about the caves and trails. I told her I didn't
have a bike but maybe she could show me some of the caves
some time. She looked very pleased that I would ask her.

She slipped her shorts off revealing a skimpy and sexy
bikini. She rubbed sunscreen on her front and asked if I
would do her back. Secretly I admitted I wanted to. I
rubbed the sunscreen on her back and shoulders. I did her
thighs tried not to get too close to her pussy when I
rubbed her upper legs. I rubbed the oily solution along
her back again and down the side of her chest barely
brushing her small tits through her top.

This is one little sexy vixen I thought to myself. I gave
her a light slap on her leg and said, "all done!" "You
mind getting my back?" I asked. I lay down on my tummy
and she worked her hands on my back and shoulders. Her
hands glided like silk over my legs and thighs and back
to my shoulders. When she moved back down to the tops of
my legs. I spread my thighs open a little, trying not to
be obvious about it, hoping she would go in just a little
further.

She started rubbing my shoulders again, "Ah that feels
soooo good," I said letting out an involuntary moan.
"Where did you learn to give messages? You can give me a
rub down anytime," feeling totally stupid after saying
it. I thought. God, I am stupid. She's going to think I'm
a pervert or something.

"Beth and me read some books on message therapy and we
practiced on each other, she explained. "I'm thinking of
going for sports therapy."

"Well I think you're pretty good at," was all I could
say.

"Thanks," she replied. "If you want, I can give you my
five minute special. They say practice makes perfect."
Before I could answer Emily had already began her routine
and explaining what she was doing and for what muscle.

The five minutes seemed like hours. I was experiencing
euphoria. My sexual desires were boiling over and I knew
that if I rolled over my wet spot would give me away.
Sometimes Emily's fingers would inadvertently get caught
up under my bikini bottoms and that would just help my
lust boil even more.

All the while, Emily was explaining her technique and
then she straddled me, sitting upright on my butt. This
she said would allow her to transfer all her weight to
her hands. Her legs were touching mine and her body felt
hot on my skin. Did she know what she was doing to me?
God I was getting really hot. This whole experience was
unbelievable. I'm getting an awesome message by a sexy
young girl and we're both topless at that. Shit they'd
never believe what's been happening to me back home.

Shit! What am I saying? I better not tell anyone about
this at all.

Emily had finished and asked me, what I thought? "That
was great, maybe I can return the favor sometime but I'm
afraid I'm not as good as you." I said hoping she would
take me up on it. I think at that point I crossed the
line. I wanted this girl. I knew this was wrong. Having
sexual feelings for Jan, and now for Emily, these were
new emotions for me and I decided if the opportunity came
up, I was going to fuck this young thing. Still topless
Emily spoke and broke my train of thought. "Beth and me
gave ourselves messages all the time," she said. "Beth
called it practice time."

"Well," I said, "I think you'll make a good masseur."

"So Emily, are there any guys around here?"

"Are you kidding," the youngest guy around here is over
fifty, most of the guys stay home and work and stuff,
none of the teenagers come up any more except maybe for a
weekend.

"Do you have a boy friend?" I asked her. She looked at me
and then leaned her head down a little and said, "No,
most guys are jerks," she said. "All the guys at school
go after the girls with big boobs, not to many go after
me."

"Sounds like how it was when I was in school, it hasn't
changed much I guess." I told her. "As you can see, I'm
pretty much lacking in that area," I told her, "but
you're still growing. I've got about all I'm going to get
out of these babies," I said and we both laughed.

Emily went on to tell me about school, boys, her likes
and dislikes, and sports. As she spoke I noticed how her
skin was now oily and glisten in the sun.
She was cute and animated when she spoke. I got the
distinct impression Emily was flirting with me. I
suggested we go for a swim. "I think all this hot sun and
talk of boys is getting me hot and bothered." I sat up
and ran into the rock pool water and hoped she wouldn't
see my wet spot on my bikini bottoms.

Emily joined me in the water. "They should name this Lake
Topless," I joked, "I think everyone I've met around here
including me is into topless swimming."

Emily didn't seem shy at all. I was more nerved than she
and I began to wonder who was teasing who.

"Do you skinny dip a lot here Emily?"

"All the time, but during the day there are too many
folks that come by, Beth and me found another spot last
year that's off the trails."

"More privacy than this! Can you take me there some
time?" I asked enchanted by how casual she was about this
whole event. "Maybe we should put our tops back on before
someone sees us?" I said.

"I don't see anyone around," Emily said smiling, and with
that she pulled off her bikini bottoms. Not to be out
done by a kid, I did the same and slipped out of mine. I
tried to be casual as I waded around in the water. "Do
you do this with all the strange woman you meet?" I asked
with a flirting tone of voice.

"Only the ones that turn me on," she said, staring
directly into my eyes. I thought she was truly beautiful,
God I wanted her, what was I thinking? I'm not supposed
to feel that way towards another woman, towards a kid!
This is nuts! I pondered the feelings for a few moments
and attributed them to the fact that I hadn't been laid
in two years. I moved closer to her in the water and
asked, "Would it be ok if I kissed you?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," she said in a whispered voice and
her mouth opened to receive my probing tongue.

We kissed and felt each other up for a few minutes and I
probed her tight pussy with my fingers. She told me she
was so horny but I realized Emily was a minor and if
someone saw us I could be in deep shit!

"We can't do this here Emily," and reluctantly we both
got dressed and decided to meet later. God we were so hot
for each other. I never felt a passion so strong and I
could see that Emily was trembling.

"I've never done anything like this with an older woman,"
she said.

"Have you ever been with another girl before?" I asked.

"Maybe. Have you ever been with another woman before?"
she asked me.

"Well not exactly. I've been nude around other woman
before," I said with a quizzical look on my face. "Why?"

"Yesterday I went biking and saw you and Hrs. Harris
here," Emily said with a little smile on her face. "She
has huge tits doesn't she?" she asked.

"That's for sure, you little spy," I said grabbing her
and wrestling her to the ground. "We didn't do anything,"
I quickly added.

"I know," Emily said and I leaned into her and kissed her
on the lips. Our mouths opened quickly to accept each
others probing tongues. Emily wrapped her arms around me
and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. Oh God I was on
fire! I had to come up for air. "Where did you learn to
kiss like that?"

"Practice," she said smiling.

"With who? Other girls?"

"Maybe," she replied teasingly.

For the next few days, I only saw Emily when I went to
the general store. She got some additional hours and
wanted to earn the money. Me on the other hand, I dreamt
about fucking her with my vibrator and wondering just how
much girl-girl action she's had and with whom. Jan came
back to the lake and her husband stayed up a long
weekend. She invited me over for diner and I had a chance
to meet Doug. You know how one sometimes imagines what
someone's spouse might look like?

Well Doug and Jan just didn't look like they were a
couple. Doug was really quite boring and sort of nerdy.
No wonder she leaves him home alone and comes up to the
lake. I told Jan I had met Emily down at the store and
she took me exploring on some of the hiking paths but I
didn't tell her any details. "She a cute little thing
isn't she" Jan commented. "Nice girls her and Beth" Jan
stated. "I'm sure she told you all about Beth. She's as
good as lost without her around I think."

That week I met Emily's parents and we had a drink
together at the local watering hole. They are a nice
couple and we got along great. Emily's Mom said if I ever
needed anything just get a hold of her from the general
store, they know the number or if Emily is there, just
let her know. Little did they know that their little
Emily had already given me what I needed? The next few
days were great days to work on my book.

My mind ran wild with creative ideas for the book and I
had thoughts of Emily and me in bed. I wasn't sure I
could ever work it to see Emily alone again but if
there's a will, there's a way. I decided to drive up to
the general store and rent The Sent of A Woman video and
also to have a chance to see Emily.

The store was pretty quiet and Rose and Emily had a
chance to talk for a while. Emily's parents were headed
home for the night tomorrow. Her Dad would stay back in
the city again and her Mom would return back the
following day. Emily told her parents she needed the
money and didn't want to miss a day of work. It was
Saturday and they had her scheduled all day. She wanted
to stay back and work since she'd be home alone for only
one night they agreed but her Mom would have someone
check in on Emily to make sure she'd be all right.

I knew what she had in mind and I suggested to Emily to
check with her mother and that she would be welcome to
stay at the cabin with me. Tell her I'd enjoy the company
and you'd have an adult watching over you.

We laughed and she said she'd give it try. What a
brilliant plan. The next morning Emily's Mom drove by and
asked me if it would be ok with me. She's sixteen and
they've left her before but she'd feel better knowing
Emily wasn't alone at night. I agreed to have Emily over,
we had an iced tea together and she was on her way. That
day my excitement was overwhelming.

I went up to the general store and picked up a case of
wine coolers and winked at Emily as she rung me out. We
both knew that after tonight, nothing would be the same.

Emily arrived a little after six. I had prepared a salad
and put a couple of steaks on the grill. I could see that
Emily was nervous and I had butterflies in my stomach as
well. We kissed passionately and that put us both at
ease. During diner we had a couple of wine coolers but
neither of us needed any encouragement.

We cleaned up the dishes and went into the bedroom to
slip on something more comfortable. Emily saw my lingerie
drawer and was dying to try some on. "We're about the
same size Rose let me try some on?" she asked.

"Sure Emily anything you want."

We undressed and dressed each other in different outfits
and kidding around, we posed like a couple of sluts. We
talked like best friends at a sleep over. "So what are
some of the things you and Beth did around here?" I asked
flopping down on the bed.

Emily told stories of how they would explore the caves
and trails. Some of the best games were spying games.

"What were your spying games?" I asked with interest.

"No way, you don't want to know."

"Yes I do, come on, I'll tell you some secret stuff I did
when I was a kid."

"Ok well we used to sneak up some of the other kids
around here and catch them doing stuff they weren't
suppose to do you know like drinking or smoking. Stuff
like that. I was only eleven. We'd get ice cream and
candies bought for us to keep us quiet but then one night
it got real interesting. There's something you should
know about Mrs. Harris."

"Really! What?"

"Well one night we were sneaking around her place. Beth
was fifteen and I was twelve. Beth knew everything about
anything I Thought. You know at night if you have lights
on in your cottage you can't see anyone outside right?"

I nodded and then realized what I had done a couple of
nights ago and made a mental note to keep the lights off
since there's no dam drapes in the place. Mrs. Harris was
stark naked on her couch watching porno movies.

"Wow that's hot!"

"Ya that's what we thought to. She had a real big set of
tits and we were only used to seeing each other's. We
must have been outside her window for almost an hour
watching her and the TV. We could see the TV better than
we could see Mrs. Harris because of the big arm rests on
her sofa but still we caught a pretty good peek. Man we
were horny."

"So what did you do?"

"There were bunk beds in my room and Beth and I shared
the same room when she visited. That night for the first
time we both had an orgasm. I've been playing with myself
ever since."

I've never done anything like that before," I told her.
"Actually I've never told anyone one this but when I was
around eleven or twelve my friend Sarah and I went skinny
dipping in her pool one night. I remember how skinny and
flat we were. It was pretty funny now that I think about
it. Anyway, we had to be quiet so her parents wouldn't
hear us. When we got out of the pool it was so cold we
both wrapped ourselves in a huge towel butt naked
touching chest to chest holding ourselves tightly to keep
warm."

She paused for a moment, "I know this isn't as exciting
as your stories but after that, Sarah and I would have
sleepovers and we would pet and feel each other up. That
was my only girl-girl experience until you came along
Emily."

I looked at the pretty teenager for a moment and then
asked, "So what else happened with you guys?"

"Well, sometimes we'd go over to Mrs. Harris's place
because she wanted to practice painting humans and wanted
us to be her models. All we would have to do is lay
around and sun tan and try not to move too much. To be
honest, Beth and I liked going over there because we
could drink as much Pepsi as we wanted, and we were
hoping to sneak a look at her big tits again."

"So what happened there?" I asked.

"Every time Beth and I went over, Mrs. Harris insisted we
have enough sunscreen on so as not to burn. She would
always be the one rubbing it on us when we were there, or
she'd make us rub it on each other while she watched. A
lot of times she wanted us to rub sunscreen on her so she
wouldn't burn. Beth and I liked feeling her body when we
spread the sunscreen on." Emily laughed at the memory of
it.

"And later, when Beth and I were alone, we would rub and
pet our pussies until we came. Usually she would let us
take turns rubbing her with sunscreen. I never had the
nerve to feel her tits or pussy but Beth always did when
she thought I wasn't looking. On one occasion her friend
from art class was staying with her for a few days and
both of them wanted to paint us. Her friend looked
younger than Mrs. Harris and pretty skinny. When her
friend was there, Mrs. Harris wouldn't let us rub any
sunscreen on her, and her friend mostly wore a wrap or
cover up from the sun. I thought that was different."

She paused reflectively, "After those three days, we
never saw her friend again. That summer Mrs. Harris would
ask Beth more than me to rub sunscreen on her. I finally
figured that Mrs. Harris had the hots for Beth because
she was three years older than me and had some nubs for
tits. Secretly I felt a little jealous. Beth wouldn't
admit it but I think she wanted to have sex with her.

"With all this talk I'm so fucking horny I want to fuck
you," I said. With that we leaned into each other
touching and lying side to side on the bed and began to
finish what we had both started back at the cave.

My thoughts and emotions were racing a mile a minute. My
heart was about to pound right out of its cavity Her kiss
felt so good and warm. My pussy felt hot and sticky. Oh
my God we were so hot for each other. I was the gentle
aggressor and Emily willingly submitted to me. We
undressed slowly savoring our bodies with our eyes and
devouring each other with our tongues. I sucked on
breasts and she found my pussy and slipped her lean
fingers deep inside.

Emily made me wild with passion and I instinctively
wanted to suck her pussy with my mouth. For the first
time in my life I kissed, sucked, and tasted another
woman's juices. Emily returned the favor and I came hard.
It was the best orgasm I had ever experienced and like a
drug addict, I craved for more and more.

We spent the better part of the night there together,
tightly in each other's arms enjoying the afterglow of
the experience. I could not have ever imagined it so. We
stayed there together as one until the late morning sun's
rays filtered through the window and woke us up.

"Ah shit! It's Jan," I moaned. Seeing her tie off the
boat to the dock through the lake view windows and making
her way up the path. "Fuck I forgot she was coming over
this morning," I said.

"Shit, now what?" she said.

"Emily, just jump in the shower and by the time you get
out I will have explained how your Mom asked if you could
stay over, don't worry about it." I told her. "Now calm
down."

"Good morning Jan!" I kind of slept in and forgot all
about brunch. I'm not even showered or anything."

"Hey don't worry about it," Jan replied and gave Rose a
peck on the cheek. "I had a guest last night," I said.
"Emily stayed over and was just getting ready to go to
work."

As Rose explained the story how it was that Emily was
here, Jan heard the shower running and noticed there were
no blankets or pillows out on the sofa. There was only
one small bedroom and she concluded that both women had
slept together. Jan also noticed the funky scent on
Rose's face when she cheek kissed her not minutes before.

"That was nice of you to let her stay." Jan replied.
"After brunch do you want to come to my place, I promised
to show you works" All three women had some brunch
together. Emily went to work for noon and Rose showered
and got dressed while Jan finished doing the dishes.

Once at Jan's, they mixed margaritas in the blender and
drank while Jan showed off her works. Her loft was Jan's
studio. Small but brightly lit from the three skylights
and one wall was completely mirrored. Rose was amazed how
many paintings Jan had done. Some finished and others
were work in progress. Rose noticed several paintings of
two little girls sleeping on a blanket. Rose also saw the
one of her from last week that wasn't finished.

"I'd like to finish that one before you leave next month
Rose." Both women mixed another pitcher of margaritas and
went back up to the loft. "Rose I'd like to paint you in
the nude, what do you say?" asked Jan.

"I thought you'd never ask," and without a further word,
I removed my shorts and tank top and asked, "How do you
want me?"

She said how about on the floor and Jan came and knelt
down beside me and held me. "I would like to kiss you if
that's ok," Jan said quietly and with that, she kissed me
square on the lips. I didn't resist.

"Oh Rose I'm so hot for you. You don't know how much I've
wanted to be with you but was afraid of your rejection."
She said with heavy breaths. "After I saw you and Emily I
knew that you wouldn't reject me."

I kissed her and told her I wanted he to. Jan and I
kissed and sucked each other like two ravenous beasts
over prey. Jan was defiantly experienced in women to
women loving and I was instantly addicted to her. I
couldn't get enough of this older woman. Jan knew exactly
what I wanted and needed.

We made love all afternoon stopping only for a short rest
and back to it again. We couldn't get enough of each
other and for the first time in my confused little life,
I things clearly. Jan had all the toys that woman could
wish for.

She used that strap-on dick like she was a guy and I
enjoyed having her fuck me with it. I lived with Jan in
her cottage for the rest of the summer and she taught me
well in the ways of lesbian love. I thought of Emily and
we debated whether or not we should have her over but
decided against it because of her age.

Mid August came too fast and furious. School had begun
and I approached life with a new vigor and enthusiasm. I
thanked Amy. For the use of her cabin and wondered to
myself if she had any idea what goes on up there. Next
weekend, I was going to start looking for nice girl and
settle down.