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{ASSM} Relax, Darling (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.
Relax, Darling
by Katheine T.
"We could find a room," the woman said.
Caroline was dubious. She did not really find this woman
attractive. On the contrary, she found her a bit repulsive.
Caroline did not even know the woman's name. The woman was short,
plump, and with an angry face. I don't like her, Caroline
thought. This woman was not her type.
As if sensing the difficulty, the woman said: "We could find
a room and I'll take care of you. I mean it, honey. No one ever
complains about me."
Was she begging?
"I don't know," Caroline said.
"Or we could go to my place."
Caroline sighed. "No, we'll go to my place."
She told herself she'd regret it. But this evening she did
not want to be alone. It was just one of those evenings when the
idea of sleeping alone was too much to bear. So she'd come to
this boring party of women in this big house and she'd met this
woman with an angry face. What was her name?
"I don't remember your name," Caroline said in the taxi.
"Pauly," the woman said. She put her hand on Caroline's knee
and squeezed it. "You look like Tina Barrington, the skater. Do
you skate?"
"No, I don't."
Once they were inside Caroline's apartment, Pauly wasted no
time and moved in. Their first kiss. Caroline was less hesitant
now. Her body responded to the woman's determination. She wanted
it. She would pretend Pauly was someone else. She hungered for
the physical contact, the pleasure of being desired.
"You're beautiful," Pauly said. "You can have any woman you
want."
"No, it's not true."
"I snatched you out of the party."
Caroline felt a stab of guilt because she really did not
like Pauly that much.
Pauly took Caroline in her arms again. As their lips met,
Caroline's uneasiness gradually dissipated. She wanted to be
kissed; she wanted a hot tongue in her mouth. At least this was
real. Having Pauly's chunky body pressing against hers made her
confront reality. Now she was no longer depressed; now she was
grateful.
And more than a little interested. She pressed back against
Pauly, pushed her belly forward, slid her hips slowly from side
to side until Pauly groaned and looked up at her.
"God, I love tall women," Pauly said. "Can't we spread out
somewhere? I don't need to drink any more."
"Yes, my feet are tired. I'd like to get out of my shoes."
Caroline led the way to her bedroom. She sat on the bed, and
Pauly quickly knelt to remove Caroline's shoes. After Pauly had
Caroline's shoes removed, she massaged Caroline's feet and
Caroline murmured her gratitude. Pauly's strong hands worked
their way up Caroline's ankles, calves, and thighs. She kneaded
Caroline's legs and thighs through her woolen slacks.
"Long legs," Pauly said. "Let's get the pants off and look
at them."
Caroline sighed and lay back on the bed as Pauly unbuckled
her belt and tugged the slacks down and off her legs and feet.
After that Caroline's sweater. And after that Caroline's woolen
socks. Wearing only her bra and jockeys, Caroline lay stretched
on the bed as Pauly feasted her eyes.
Pauly was still on her knees, and now she leaned forward to
plant kisses on Caroline's thighs, nibbling with her lips as her
face slid upward to nuzzle against Caroline's jockeys.
Her forearm covering her eyes, Caroline opened her legs.
"You're turning me on," she said.
Pauly chuckled against the cotton. "I sure hope so." She
nibbled through the cotton, finding Caroline's labia with her
teeth and causing Caroline to suddenly gasp and jerk her legs.
Pauly's hands slid upward until she could get her fingers on the
front of Caroline's bra. She unhooked it, and then looked up to
watch Caroline's breasts spring free.
"Very nice," Pauly said. Caroline's breasts were sensitive,
delicate looking, the pink tips quivering. Pauly murmured with
pleasure as she ran her fingers over the resilient flesh. "Oh, I
like these." She scrambled up to get at them, seizing a nipple
between her lips and teeth and rapidly tonguing the already
tumescent button.
Caroline no longer cared whose mouth it was. She loved
having her breasts sucked, and Pauly was deliciously aggressive.
Pauly sucked with hunger, no reserve, no tenderness. Caroline did
not want tenderness. The breast sucking went on a long time, and
Caroline did nothing to stop it. Her nipples were raw, her
breasts were coated with Pauly's saliva, and she did nothing to
stop it.
But Pauly stopped it. She rose and chuckled, as if satisfied
that she had the evidence of conquest. She slipped her fingers
under the waistband of Caroline's jockeys and pulled them down.
Caroline raised her buttocks as Pauly pulled the briefs past
her hips and down her long thighs. Then Caroline relaxed on the
bed again as Pauly pulled the jockeys free of her legs and tossed
them away.
Pauly looked. At first she looked while Caroline's legs were
almost closed. Then she put a hand on each of Caroline's knees
and slowly spread them apart to reveal all of Caroline's sex.
Pauly looked and said nothing. Her eyes said it all.
Caroline glanced at Pauly's face from beneath her forearm,
glanced and quivered at the evident raging heat.
"Wait here," Pauly said. "I've got something in my bag."
Caroline did not close her legs. She felt as though she were
floating on a soft cloud. She could feel the wetness between her
thighs. She hated this ugly little woman for making her want it
so much.
Pauly returned wearing nothing below her waist except a
black harness and a black dildo.
"Ever try one of these?"
Caroline did not bother to answer. She loved dildoes. She
felt the beating of her heart as she gazed at the dildo swaying
in front of Pauly's strong looking hips. The promise of being
worked. She wanted it. She yearned for it. She opened her knees a
bit wider, and Pauly smiled when she caught it. "That's it,
honey. Open up to Pauly."
Unable to look at the woman in front of her, Caroline
covered her eyes with her forearm again.
Pauly did not seem to care whether Caroline looked or not.
She bent down, lifted Caroline's knees, pushed them backward and
swabbed her tongue into Caroline's vagina to get at some of the
honey. Caroline groaned as she felt the strong hands gripping her
legs, the strong tongue squirming between her labia to gather her
juices. The sucking was fierce, determined, unequivocal. No
attempt at grace. No attempt to be quietly tender. Pauly made
noise, grunting, sucking, murmuring, rubbing her nose against
Caroline's clitoris as she licked and sucked at the vaginal
opening. Caroline thought she would come soon, but then Pauly
suddenly pulled away, adjusted her position, and guided the dildo
into Caroline's vagina.
"There," Pauly said. She lifted Caroline's knees over her
shoulders and started moving her hips, thrusting into Caroline,
gripping Caroline's thighs as the dildo rammed into the slick
tunnel. "Good, isn't it?" Pauly said. "I told you I'd make you
feel good."
Yes, it was good. Very good. Exquisite. Caroline opened her
eyes, and now when she looked at Pauly she liked what she saw.
end
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
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