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{ASSM} Blue Boy (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
A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T
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 Boy
Cally wants me. She doesn't just want me, she *wants* me. I
can hear the wanting in her voice when she calls me at the
office.
"Dinner?"
"That's fine," I say.
I'm already hot. Just the sound of her voice gets me on
fire.
Cally says: "We'll have a few drinks at Regio's. I'll meet
you at six."
"See you then."
That's all. I hang up, and I sit at my desk wondering how
I'm going to concentrate during the few hours remaining in the
afternoon. A mixture of feelings swarm all over me like buzzing
insects. I feel happy. I feel desperate because I don't like the
idea of being so dependent on anyone. I stare at the yellow pages
of notes on my desk, but I can hardly see anything. Is this time
billable? It's ridiculous to be so affected by a phone call.
I'm thinking of Cally and me under a tree one time. Yes,
under a tree. An unlikely place for sex, at least for people who
live in the city, but it's possible to drive twenty minutes and
find a patch of empty woods. We had a picnic under a tree, and
after the picnic we made love, and it was one of the more
memorable afternoons of my life.
I remember Cally unbuckling my belt. I remember that, and as
I remember it I can feel my heart pumping, pumping in my chest. I
understand why Cally excites me so much. It's because she's
always ready to make a fantasy real, always there with me. Cally
is flawless, passionate, brilliant.
The afternoon passes.
At six o'clock I'm in a booth at Regio's with a glass of
white wine, waiting.
Cally walks in at 6:05, looks around, sees me, walks briskly
towards me and smiles as she sits opposite me in the booth.
"Waiting long?"
"Thirty-five years."
Cally laughs. "You're too easy. What's that? Wine? No, let's
have some ouzo. Are you in the mood?"
"You know what ouzo does to me."
"Yes, it makes you wild. That's the way I want you tonight.
Wild, wilder, and wildest. Two ouzos to prepare for dinner in
that Greek restaurant you told me about."
Two ouzos become four ouzos, and then there's more at
dinner, and after dinner I have to hold Cally's arm to walk out
of the restaurant. Everyone knows what this is all about. Cally
is long and lean and looks like a dyke and I'm her girl.
"Cally, you've made me drunk."
"Really? How tantalizing."
As soon as we're alone in my place, she starts unbuttoning
my blouse.
"I'm not asking your permission," she says.
"I don't want you to."
"I wish I had the strength to lift you up and carry you off
somewhere."
"You're not a truck driver."
"No, I'm just silly Cally."
"Not silly, Cally. I've never known anything silly about
you."
"What have we here? A new bra"
"I bought it this afternoon."
"For me?"
"Yes, for you. I left the office early to look for it."
The bra is black, sheer lace and mesh that shows my nipples.
Cally touches them, rubs her thumbs lightly over my nipples until
they harden. Then her fingers move, her fingertips delicately
tracing the outer curves of my full breasts.
Cally knows how to touch me. I can feel the thumping of my
heart against my ribs. I want us crushed against each other with
my arms around her, but I do nothing, just stand and wait,
waiting with my blouse unbuttoned and off my shoulders and spread
apart to show Cally my new bra.
"Let's look at the rest of you," she says. "Any other pretty
surprises?"
She strips me down. She peels me like a ripe fruit until I'm
wearing only the black bra and the matching black panties. The
panties are as sheer as the bra and they show everything.
Cally smiles as she looks me over. "You're a hot one, aren't
you?" She kisses me, and as she flutters her tongue between my
lips, her fingertips fan over my belly and down to my nylon
covered pussy.
"I have a new toy in my purse," she says. "But let it wait
awhile."
She kisses my neck, slow kissing on one side and then the
other, kissing my neck, my throat, down to the valley between my
breasts. She finally unhooks the bra and removes it. She lifts my
breasts in her hands, and she bends her head to lick and suck my
nipples.
I close my eyes and groan. Feeling Cally's hands and mouth.
Her hands lifting, tugging at the weight of my breasts. The
feelings are so delicious. I want her. I want to touch her. But I
know Cally. I know what Cally wants and I wait.
She stops kissing my breasts and she merely looks at them.
As she does this, her fingers become more insistent, and now she
has her hand between my thighs and she's gripped the lips of my
pussy between two fingers.
"You're drenching your new panties," she says.
"Yes."
"So let's get them off and see."
She tugs the panties down, bends to get them down to my
ankles, and I step out of them.
She remains down there, down on her knees in front of me.
She urges my legs apart with her hands. "Open it," she says.
I almost come when she says that. Hearing her say that
always sends an electric charge shooting through me.
Using both hands, my legs several feet apart as I stand in
front of her, I pry open the lips of my pussy to show myself to
Cally.
She looks at my cunt a long time, then she smiles up at me.
"Creamy today. We're not going to let that go, are we? Come on,
put it on my tongue. Get the cream on my tongue."
I inch forward, my fingers still holding my labia apart.
Cally's tongue is out. At the first touch of the tip of her
tongue on the tip of my clit, I gasp.
"Hello," she says.
"Cally, I love you."
"Let's get the drippings."
She licks me. My legs hardly hold me up. I arch my back and
push my pussy forward. Cally holds my ass as her tongue gathers
my cream. She does it slowly. She teases me.
"I can't stand this," I say. "Put your fingers inside me."
Cally smiles and rises. "No, not yet. Keep dripping." She
kisses me, and as she does that, she passes her fingers between
my labia to gather some of my cream. She brings her wet fingers
to my mouth and she forces me to taste myself.
"I love you, Cally."
"And I love you."
"Why don't you get undressed?"
What will happen to us? I don't know. I've worked so hard
and long to be independent, to be at peace, to have my own life,
to be free. I don't know what comes next.
Cally is naked. As usual, I get a rush looking at her. She's
like a lean thoroughbred, not an ounce of excess fat anywhere.
Hardly any hips, a flat ass, succulent pointed nipples on girlish
breasts. Her pussy is shaved, the bald mound as tan as her flat
belly. Will she give me a broken heart?
"Let me do you," I say.
"All right, but only one. I want to use that toy on you."
"What is it?"
"Wait and see."
She sits down on an easy chair. She lifts her legs and
spreads them, hangs them over the arms of the chair with her feet
dangling. She slides her hands down the insides of her thighs and
she pulls apart the bald lips of her pussy.
She looks at me, her eyes steady with fire. "Come on."
Cally is pink and red and wet and milky at the opening. Her
clit has a long shaft, but the tip is tiny, a tiny pink bead
peeking out of the hood.
On my knees, I slide my tongue along each side of her clit,
and then I dip lower down to suck at her juices. Then up to her
clit again, this time sucking at the top of the shaft. I slide
two fingers inside her and hook them to find her g-spot.
She groans. "I'm on the edge."
"Grip for me."
"I'm going to come soon."
"Yes, baby, yes."
I keep my fingers inside her as I suck on her clit. She
cries out. She heaves. She comes on my mouth.
When she comes down, her eyes are bright. "God, you're hot.
Stand up."
When I'm standing in front of her, she pushes her hand
between my thighs, her thumb sliding into my wet vagina, the last
knuckle of her thumb smashing against my clit. She puts one
finger on my asshole, and she starts working me with her hand and
wrist.
"Now you," she says.
I'm gushing. I run like a faucet on her hand. My knees
wobble. My thighs shake. I hold my breasts in my hands and pinch
my nipples as I come on her pumping hand.
It's like a drug. I can't do without it. If I had this taken
away from me, I think I'd want to die.
She pulls her fingers out of me and she tells me to wait.
She takes up her purse, gives me a wicked smile, and walks out to
go to the bathroom.
I'm still a bit unsteady from the ouzo. I wouldn't mind a
cigarette, but I gave them up long ago. My nipples are still
erect. I think about sucking Cally, and I imagine I can still
taste her. I want more of it. I like sucking a long time. I want
more of Cally. I like it when a cunt flows and flows on my
tongue.
Cally returns wearing a strap-on, a blue dildo I've never
seen before. Thick, ribbed, already glistening with the K-Y she
no doubt had in her purse. I can't help thinking about what those
ribs will feel like.
She gives me a coy smile. "Come on, baby, let's try out my
new toy."
"They keep getting bigger and bigger."
"You don't like it?"
"No, it turns me on."
"I thought it would. We'll call it Blue Boy."
She has me kneel on the easy chair. She stands behind me
with the dildo tickling my pussy while she runs her hands over my
ass. Her fingers enter my vagina, probing the opening.
"Wet and ready," she says.
I feel the tip of the dildo. Then more of it. I groan as she
pushes all of it inside me.
"Good?"
"I love you, Cally."
"You love Blue Boy."
No, it's Cally. Cally is my true love.
end
All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at katherinet_@hotmail.com
A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T
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