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Subject: {ASSM} Room For Rent-Part 1 (F-Solo, FF, tease) by Aphrodite
Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2002 06:10:09 -0500
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Room for Rent
Part 1


c March 2002 Aphrodite
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Room for Rent-Part 1
By Aphrodite
Aphrodite_Goddess1@Hotmail.com
 
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It all started 2 years ago. I was out, working in my garden, minding my own 
business, when up walked this absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man. I get 
goose bumps just thinking about him now. He stood about 5'8" and had broad 
shoulders. The tightness of his T-shirt perfectly outlined his bulging biceps and 
the urge to run my hands across them was almost unbearable. 

"Pardon me miss," he said, with a smile that shot shivers down my spine. "I got 
into town and was hoping you could give me some directions."

His voice radiated through my body and I could feel myself getting wet just 
having him stand there. `Oh, if only I wasn't married,' I said to myself.

Realizing I was covered in dirt and most likely my hair was a mess, I quickly 
attempted standing, to brush myself off, but my legs were shaky and gave way 
beneath me. Purely out of instinct, I had reached out to break my fall only to 
find myself in his arms.

`So this is what heaven is like,' were my thoughts. It had been far to long since a 
man held me, including my husband, who was never around long enough for 
anything more than a kiss on the forehead. I decided to work with what fate had 
handed me and enjoy the moment. Holding him tightly, I pretended to be 
catching my breath as if scared from the experience. I remember the feeling of 
his chest against mine, and the strong embrace of his arms. "Thank you for 
catching me," I panted into his ear, savoring the scent of his cologne and the feel 
of his body pressed to mine. His maleness bulging into me.

"Are you ok?" he sounded so inviting. I was about to answer when I heard the 
car horn, and there sat Cheryl with a grin on her face.

"I..I, am sorry. I don't know what came over me there. I am so embarrassed," I 
said as I moved away from him and took a few moments to collect myself. 
"Now where was it that you needed directions to?"

"Don't worry about it, I am sure it happens to a lot of people from time to time." 

He was such a gentleman in every way. Made it very difficult to concentrate, but 
somehow I managed and gave him the directions to the motel in town. As he 
walked away I realized I never got his name, but what did that matter, I would 
probably never see him again.

Cheryl had emerged from her car and was walking towards me at this point. She 
is my best friend and I was so happy to see her. We talk about everything in our 
lives and if she hadn't just arrived, I most likely would have been on the phone 
to her to fill her in on all the details anyway. 

"What was that all about," she asked, walking up to me. 

"Oh just some guy looking for directions. But I have to tell you it felt like so 
much more" I said, as I gathered up the gardening tools, purposely avoiding her 
gaze.

She just looked at me with amusement as we walked into the house.

"So tell me about this guy". Cheryl was not one to scoot around an issue, always 
blunt and straight to the point. Despite knowing she would ask, I couldn't help 
but blush as I recounted the events of the moments before she arrived. 

"I tell you Cheryl, I just don't know what came over me. You would think I had 
never been in the presence of a man before." I poured the coffee into a carafe, 
set it on the kitchen table, and sat down.

"It was like I had lost control of all reality, and I honestly can't tell you that I 
would have fought off any advances, if he had made them. Oh My God if Brian 
ever finds out about this; then again he is never here to even care". Tears started 
filling my eyes and I felt Cheryl's hands on my shoulders. 

"Oh sweetie, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You slipped and he caught 
you, that is the truth and that is all Brian needs to know".

Her hands felt so good as they massaged my shoulders. Reaching up I clasped 
one of them and lowered it to my heart and kissed it. 

"Thank you hon, you always know what I need to make me feel better". I 
glanced up at her, and saw her eyes were closed and her head tilted back 
slightly. "What are you thinking?" I couldn't help but ask.

"Oh nothing really". She smiled and continued my massage. "You are so tense, 
he really did get you worked up. Are you sure there isn't more to it than you are 
telling me". She let out a little giggle. 

She must have leaned down to kiss my head as she had done a thousand times 
before, when consoling me, because when I raised by face to look at her a 
second time, our lips met. I don't know if I was in shock, or wanted it, but I did 
not pull away, and neither did she. Slowly moving her hand from under mine, 
she then lowered it to my breast, sending shivers down my spine like I had never 
felt before. Instantly I was aroused, scared, and shocked all at the same time. My 
heart was beating overtime as she massaged my breast. It was wrong, but that 
only made me more excited, and I could feel myself getting wet all over again. 

"Cheryl!" I said as I pulled away abruptly.

Again she just smiled at me, but this time the smile was different: naughty yet 
soft and wanting.

"Cheryl, ah. What are we doing?" I turned to face her.

"I have wanted to do that to you for a long time" she said, "I know you are 
straight though. I'm sorry". She lowered her eyes to the floor as they filled with 
tears. I had often wondered why she never had boyfriends, and when I would 
point out guys for her, she would make up excuses not to go talk with them. 
Now it all made sense to me. I thought I knew everything about Cheryl, but 
obviously I didn't.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, taking her hand into mine and holding it 
tightly. 

"I don't know. I guess I was afraid you would react like everyone else. That you 
would. well, try to change me. You know, try to convince me that I am wrong 
to want girls". She moved to pull up a chair and sat down, maintaining the tight 
hold on my hand. 

"Truth is, I am in love with you, and always have been. When you got married I 
knew I could never have you. It breaks my heart to see you so lonely all the 
time. You deserve so much more and I know I could give that to you. I have just 
been unable to get it into words. And I honestly didn't know how you would 
react until now".

"What do you mean react? Did you think I wouldn't be your friend because you 
are a lesbian, oh I admit, it is a shock. But did you honestly think I would throw 
what we have together away because of it?"

"No, I guess not. but I couldn't stand you knowing and still not wanting me. I 
sense that you do want me though, don't you!" She looked into my eyes with 
such love. I felt the butterflies rise up into my stomach, the tiny hairs on the 
back of my neck tingle, and the subtle pulsating feeling between my legs as she 
asked. 




"This is all so sudden. I am not sure that is something that I can answer right 
now. I don't want to hurt you sweetie, you are the best friend a person could 
ever ask for. And I do have feelings for you. I have just never looked at any 
woman in that way." I could see tears filling in her eyes and it hurt me deeply. 
"Why don't you let me think on this for a bit."

She threw her head up and looked at the ceiling. The tears were running down 
her cheeks as she wiped them away with her hand.

"Ok, yeah! You think about it and let me know what you decide."  She turned 
abruptly, grabbed her keys from the table and headed for the door. 

"Cheryl" I said in a pleading voice. 

She stopped shy of turning the knob, but kept her back to me. "Yeah." 

"Please don't leave upset, no matter what, we will always be friends. "  Without 
another word she opened the door and left.


That night I had trouble sleeping thinking about Cheryl. Just remembering her 
hand on my breast made my heart race. How right it felt when our lips met. I 
had never thought about being with a woman before, yet the thought of being 
with her made me tingle all over. There was a gentle yet pleasurable throbbing 
between my legs so I lowered my hand to sooth it. My clit was swollen and 
pulsating beneath my fingers. I let my mind drift into it's usual fantasy mode but 
found that the man of my dreams was replaced by Cheryl. I could almost feel the 
softness of her face against my thighs as her tongue foraged in and out. My 
juices covered her face making it gleam in the light from the window. As her 
tongue reached the epitome of my desire, a scream escaped my mouth. Waves of 
ecstasy overcame my body.

"Are you ok?" the voice was not Cheryls. I opened my eyes to find my husband 
hovering over me. 

"Ah.. Yeah.. Sorry I woke you, was just a bad dream." I turned away from 
him and fell asleep

The next morning I awoke drenched and quickly headed for the shower. After 
drying off, I phoned Cheryl.

"Cheryl, I need you to come over." I said when she answered the phone.

"Are you sure."

"Yes, I need to talk to you about yesterday. I feel so bad about how we left 
things. Please, come over." I could feel the anxiety building once again. 
Hanging up the phone, I rushed to the bedroom and tidied up.

Cheryl lived just a few streets down so it was no surprise to me that the doorbell 
rang just moments later.

"Thanks for coming Cheryl." I said when I opened the door. 

"Before you say anything Patricia," she pressed her index finger to my lips as I 
started to talk. "I am glad you asked me here today. I did a lot of thinking on my 
own last night. I am very sorry for yesterday. I honestly don't know what came 
over me. You were never to know about that and now I have probably lost you 
even as a friend."
The tears filled her eyes as she spoke and I couldn't stand to see her make 
herself suffer any longer.  


"Come with me," I interjected, and led her to the bedroom where I sat her at the 
foot of the bed. 

"What are we doing in here?" she asked. I could see the tension in her body as 
she sat there trying to hold back a smile.

I did not speak and stepped back about four feet. I slowly raised my shirt up 
over my head. I could see the look of anticipation and shock in her eyes, and 
decided torturing her was fun. With even slower motions, I unzipped my pants 
and at a snails pace lowered them past my hips. 

"Oh, how many times I have seen you looking like this, and wanted to touch 
you." Her breathing was heavy and she squeezed her legs together tightly. I 
couldn't believe what I was about to do. What I was about to do with her. The 
feeling of anticipation now building within me as well, as I moved closer yet, 
still apprehensive and taking my time. I moved my hand up over my black satin 
bra, pausing momentarily to caress my already erect nipples through the 
material. I could see her excitement clearly as a wet patch had formed at the 
crotch of her skintight stirrups. Overcome by an urge, I reached down and 
lightly brushed my hand across the warm wet area, making her jerk at my touch. 
I raised my hand to my face and smelled at her scent, oh how sweet it was. 

"Oh you are such a tease," she retorted.

"I am sorry," I said. "I do want you more than anything at this moment. This is 
new to me however, and I am really not sure what to do at this point". Out of 
embarrassment I giggled. 

"Well we are in the same boat then, because this is new to me too".

I looked at her in shock. "You mean you have never...?" I motioned with my 
hands something that was suppose to mean, had sex. 

"I have never wanted anyone but you". She reached up and pulled me down on 
the bed next to her.  Moving the hair from my face and grasping firmly on the 
back of my head she pulled me closer until we were engulfed in each other's 
oral juices. Getting a hold on her shirt I furiously ripped it off, over her head, 
and threw it to the floor. Her breasts were perfect mounds that fit nicely into my 
hands. My thumbs fumbled at her nipples beneath her bra, the satiny material 
making it easy for them to slide back and forth over the enticing nodules. 
Lowering her to the bed, I managed to undo her bra on the way down and 
removed it. With a breast in one hand, I lowered my mouth to the other, striking 
at her nipple with my tongue. She squirmed beneath me with each strike of my 
tongue. The anticipation of it all had her almost peaking already, and I so 
wanted to make her cum. 

With my one free hand and her help, we somehow managed to get her pants off, 
without me having to stop my feast. I found my way to her vaginal lips and 
gently raked my nails across them.  Her hips began to rotate in anticipation of 
my touch, as I continued my tease downward to the crack of her butt. I ran my 
fingernails along the slit and then back to her already dripping lips.  As her 
moans grew louder and her hips swayed faster I knew she was on the edge. 

"Fuck Me!!!" she screamed out in a breathless voice. "I need to feel you in me."

"Are you prepared to beg for it." I said in as much of a seductive voice as I 
could muster beneath my own panted breathing.

"Please.. OH!. Please.. This is torture," was her reply.

"Well, when you put it that way, how can I say no."

With two fingers I parted her lips and slid them down till they rested on either 
side of her clit. She raised her ass pushing my fingers harder against the sides of 
her love button. I slowly slid them down, until they hovered outside her cave of 
passion. I had no time to react when she thrust herself upon them, and began 
rocking back and forth. 

"Harder." She screamed.

I moved down between her legs and trust into her deeper.  Her warm juices 
flowing over my hand. The smell of her arousal was exciting me more. My free 
hand was now manipulating my own throbbing love nest as I lowered my lips to 
hers. She tasted so good to me as I feasted. I could feel the warmth building 
between my legs as my climax grew. Then simultaneously our spasms met with 
an explosion. Resting my head on her thigh I tried to catch my breath. 

"I think I love you too." I said. 

Her hand reached down and stroked my hair and I knew at that moment what I 
had been missing all my life. 

I never felt as complete as I did that day. And I knew I didn't want it to end.

 

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