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Subject: {ASSM} Blue Flame (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.)
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{ASSM} Blue Flame (lesbian, FF) (Katherine T.)

The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com

Author's note: I wrote this story some years ago under another
pseudonym. I've made some changes and I'm now posting the new
version for the first time on ASSM.


                           Blue Flame

                         by Katherine T.

     Bo takes good care of Sherri, but sometimes she drives
Sherri crazy. On Sunday she says Sherri ought to get a regular
job in an office instead of working in a bookshop. Then on
Wednesday she comes home from work and she says all the idiots in
the country seem to be working in corporate offices these days.
She runs a limousine service that caters to business executives
and entertainers. She owns and manages the business, and Sherri
imagines Bo reigns like an empress over the people that work for
her. Sherri has never visited Bo at work, but she can imagine it.
     Bo is much older than Sherri, but she's not motherly. Not
Bo. She's definitely not into mothering, not classical mothering
anyway. She looks after Sherri, but it's the looking after you do
when you own something, not the looking after you do when it's a
piece of yourself. Sherri doesn't mind it. Bo takes good care of
her, and Sherri likes the way Bo looks after her, and Sherri
doesn't mind it at all. She's absolutely certain if Bo started
mothering her all the electricity between them would vanish.
Sherri knows enough about vanishing electricity. You don't need
to be forty to know about that.
     Bo has dark hair that she usually keeps tied up. When she
unties her hair, it flows down around her shoulders in great
waves that make her look like a dark Valkyrie. Her family is
Spanish, from Seville, and the first time Bo made love to Sherri,
Sherri imagined Bo was wearing a flamenco costume. Bo laughed
when Sherri told her; she laughed and went right on making love
to Sherri. Bo is a big woman, five feet ten and strong, with high
cheekbones and those dark flashing eyes. When Sherri is with Bo,
she feels as though everything around her is charged up to a
million volts. If Sherri's fingertip approaches Bo's shoulder,
Sherri imagines a blue spark jumping the gap between them. She
belongs to Bo. She's Bo's woman. When they go out, Sherri dresses
the way Bo wants her to dress and she's proud to be with Bo.
Sherri loves it when Bo takes her to a dyke bar and all the other
femmes look at her with envy in their eyes. Sherri loves that.
Sherri looks back at the other femmes and she can see them
thinking about her and Bo, imagining things. But they don't know.
They can't imagine a million volts. They don't know what it's
like when Bo comes up behind her while she's in the kitchen or
brushing her teeth in the bathroom, the way Bo comes up behind
her and strokes her ass and then gets under whatever she's
wearing to get her fingers into Sherri's cunt from behind. Bo
doesn't say a word, she just fucks her. Sherri is always ready
for it, always waiting. Bo bites the side of her neck and pumps
her and the world goes up in a blue flame.

                          *     *     *

     She's in the bedroom with Bo, the two of them standing near
the mirror. They've already had several glasses of wine, and now
Bo has handed her another one. She slips her arm around Sherri's
waist, her hand casually dropping to fondle Sherri's ass through
her dress. She asks about Sherri's day, and Sherri shrugs and
tells her it was ordinary.
     "Not busy?"
     "Not today."
     Meanwhile, Bo is getting a good feel of Sherri's ass with
her hand, turning her on and no doubt turning herself on also.
Sherri tells her she thinks she'd better put the wine away. "I
don't want to pass out."
     "Why not?"
     "Because if I pass out, you might do all kinds of nasty
things to me."
     Bo licks her ear as her hand massages her ass in a circle.
"In the mood for nasty things?"
     "If it's something good."
     "The best, pet. I guarantee it's the best there is."
     "Really? Then maybe I ought to try it."
     Their little game. She already has Sherri's dress lifted in
back, her hand roaming over Sherri's ass. Sherri is wearing
pantyhose, and Bo's hand is like a hot iron. Her fingers dip to
the lower part of Sherri's asscrack, and she hooks one finger to
press against Sherri's anus through the nylon.
     Sherri can feel the fingertip.
     Bo whispers into Sherri's ear: "Love me?"
     "You know I do."
     Bo kisses her. Sherri returns the kiss and Bo takes her in
her arms. Then Bo pulls away and they face each other as they
start undressing. Sherri always get turned on by the way Bo looks
at her when she undresses. And Sherri gets turned on looking at
Bo. Sherri loves every inch of Bo's big body. Sherri loves her
thighs and hips. Sherri love her hands. Bo has perfect hands.
     Sherri climbs onto the bed and lies down on her belly. Bo
comes behind her, and she makes Sherri slide backward and then
lift herself up on her knees. "That's better,"  Bo says. She
pushes Sherri's thighs apart. She pushes gently at Sherri's head
and shoulders to get them down on the mattress. Sherri knows what
Bo wants, but she likes it when Bo arranges her body like this.
She kneels on the edge of the bed with Bo behind her, her knees
wide apart, her cunt and ass turned up and completely exposed.
     "Delicious," Bo says. "I could come just looking at you."
     Sherri love it when she says that. Bo continues talking
about what she sees. Sherri close her eyes and shudders at the
nasty words. Bo is exactly what Sherri needs to forget the world.
     Finally, Sherri feel Bo close behind her, and Bo puts her
hands on Sherri's ass and squeezes her buttocks. Sherri gasps as
she suddenly feels Bo's face back there, her mouth, her tongue
licking everywhere, tickling, probing, pushing inside to get her
wet and open. Sherri moans. She moves her hips from side to side.
When Bo's tongue leaves her, she's sorry to lose it. But a moment
later Sherri feel Bo's finger. Her thumb. And now Sherri wants
that more than Bo's tongue.
     Bo's thumb. There are days when Sherri moves like a robot in
the bookstore, feeling bored and tired, and then she remembers
Bo's thumb and life is sweet again.
     Slowly, Bo's thumb fills her ass. Sherri open herself as Bo
fills her.
     "How's that?"
     "It's good, Bo."
     "Open, pet. Open up to Bo."
     And Sherri opens. Bo has fingers in the other place now,
fingers sliding into Sherri's cunt, fingers stretching her
vagina. Her hand moves, a slow, deep pumping of both openings at
the same time, one spare finger constantly rubbing and grazing
Sherri's clit. Sherri doesn't care about anything else now, only
about what Bo is doing to her. Never mind anything else, all that
matters to her now is what she has at the moment. She feels
stretched a mile wide by Bo's moving thumb. She can feel Bo's
free hand gripping her ass as she fucks her. Sherri rolls her
hips around, abandoning herself to the fuck, abandoning herself
to Bo. She's a wonder, so perfect in the way she moves at just
the right pace. As if she knows every nut and bolt in Sherri's
body, every wire and connection. She knows how to move her
fingers in ways that drive Sherri wild.
     The pumping quickens. Sherri can hear herself moaning. She
can hear the wetness in her cunt.
     "Now," Bo says.
     Everything explodes and Sherri is dying. Her body is falling
apart and she's dying.
     That's how it is with Bo. A blue roaring flame.

                               end

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com

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