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Subject: {ASSM} Young Parts 1 and 2 (F/m, F/f)
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(c) 2002 Chili Pepper. All rights reserved.
Comments welcomed to chilipepper43@hotmail.com

I am a thirty five year old female, married for five years, but divorced
for the past ten. I'd like to share with you the excitement I feel when
I'm with a young boy, fourteen to sixteen years old. I first learned of
the joys of young men about three years ago. I was living in a small
cottage in the suburbs of a major mid-western city. My nextdoor
neighbors were a lovely family with four boys aged fifteen, twelve, ten,
and eight. They lived on a large plot of land, probably three acres,
with a large pool and horse corral. The fifteen year old was responsible
for maintaining the lawns and gardens, and when he wasn't hard at work
gardening he would swim laps and practice his diving in the pool. I
would sit for hours in the window of my sitting room and watch his lithe
body working out in the water, or twisting and turning gracefully in
studied arches off the diving board. My nipples would grow and throb as
I watched him pushing the heavy mower over the lawns, or his thighs
ripple as he knelt in the flower bed pulling weeds. I would watch the
sweat pour off his back and run down to the waistband of his shorts. I
could almost taste the sweetness of his sweat on my tongue, and I would
sometimes rub my crotch and lick my fingers as if they carried his sweet
sweat.

I had been negotiating with my landlords, an elderly couple who were
planning to move to Florida, to buy the cottage. While I rented, the old
man did all the gardening for me. One day in early June I got a call
that they found the perfect house in Naples, and wanted to sell me the
cottage ASAP. We closed three weeks later, and I now needed to find
someone to take care of the lawn for me. I was watching Jack mow his
lawn, and suddenly solved my problem. I walked over to the edge of the
property and called out to Jack. When he came over, I asked him in for a
glass of iced tea, to discuss a business proposal. When I asked him to
care for my lawn, he happily agreed, and said that he would come over
the next day.

At noon on Sunday, I heard the mower in the front yard, and I strained
out the window to watch. I gazed at his firm young body, and felt my
nipples strain against the tight halter top I was wearing. After about
an hour, he finished the front, and as he was driving the tractor around
the back, I ran out and asked him if he'd like an iced tea. He said
"Sure," and followed me into the kitchen, where he sat on one of the
chairs and watched me make it up. I carried two tall glasses across the
room to the table, and placed one in front of him. I gently brushed
against his arm when I put it in front of him, and it sent chills down
my spine. We gabbed for a while, and I got up to pour another. After I
put it on the table I placed my hands on his shoulders and lightly gave
him a rub. He told me that felt terrific, as his shoulders and arms were
really stiff from the diving competition he had been in Friday night.
This encouragement really spurred me on, and I became bolder, rubbing
the top of his chest, the front of his shoulders, then down ever so
slowly to his nipples. He stretched his arms straight over his head, and
I brazenly slid my hands around his sides so I could rub his arm pits
and the undersides of his arms whle he held them over his head. He made
no effort to stop me, so I just continued to rub slowly and gently from
his elbows to his nipples.

I could smell the powerful, sweet smell of young boy sweat from under
his arms. Until boys turn about eighteen, they still have a sweet,
innocent aroma about them; after that, serious sweat smell sets in. But
he smelled sweet and sexy, and my nipples were pounding. I asked him if
he had ever been this close to a woman before, and he replied that no,
he never had, but that he thought he liked it. I took his hand in mine,
and pulled him up out of the seat. He was a good six feet tall, to my
five foot four inches; his nipples were just below my chin. I gently
rubbed his throbbing pectorals, and leaned forward to kiss and lick his
nipples. While I sucked and bit them, I slid my hands down his sides to
his waist, and left them at the top of his shorts. Slowly, I kissed
my way down his sinewy torso, bending my knees until I was kneeling on
the floor in front of him, his shorts in front of my face.

I slowly leaned forward and breathed deeply, letting the strong aroma of
his sweaty crotch fill my nostrils. Leaning further, I touched his
shorts, and gently rubbed my face against his fly. I could hear him suck
in his breath as I pushed my lips against his stiffening cock. I nibbled
at it through the heavy denim material, and took the fold of his fly
into my mouth and sucked. The material absorbed the saliva out of my
mouth, but I was so excited that it immediately replenished. I slid my
hands around to the top of his fly, and unbuttoned his shorts. Slowly
pulling the zipper down with my right hand, I slid my left hand into his
shorts, and felt the tough curly hairs at the top of pubis. His cock was
still stuck down inside the leg of the shorts. I grabbed the top of his
shorts with each hand, and gently tugged them down his sides, until his
semi-rigid staff came into view. I stopped, and gazed longingly at it,
and thought about how sweet it would taste.

I slowly slid my right hand down to the base of his cock, and tucked my
thumb around it, between his shaft and balls, and gently tugged at his
shaft until it popped out of his shorts and stood at full mast in front
of my face. I pulled it down so it stuck straight out at my lips, which
parted without any prompting, and, of their own volition, slid around
the purple head of his cock. I sucked his entire shaft into my mouth,
and buried my nose in his fragrant crotch hairs. I was dizzy from the
intoxicating smell, and loved the feel of his huge cock-head jammed
against the back of my throat. I could feel the pre-come oozing down my
throat, and luxuriated in the smell, and feel, and taste of him.

Holding his shaft against the back of my throat, I pulled his shorts
down to his ankles. I ran my fingers up his legs to his thighs, then
around to the base of his taught buttocks, and continuing to the crack
between them. I pulled him against my mouth, and began to slide my lips
up his shaft. I forgot that this was his first time with a woman; as I
slid my lips up his cock, he suddenly tensed and shot a huge stream of
come into my mouth. Even if I had been expecting it, I don't think I
could have held it all. Swallowing as rapidly as I could I managed to
keep a lot of it in my mouth, but I still spilled large globs down my
chin onto my halter and bare chest. He continued to spurt come for what
seemed to be minutes, and I swallowed all that followed.

When he finally stopped coming, I wrapped my hand around his still stiff
rod as I pulled it out of my mouth. I looked up into his deep brown
eyes, and he gave me a sheepish, little-boy smile. His hard-on was not
diminishing at all, and I kept a tight hold on it. With my other hand, I
scooped the globs of semen off my chest and rubbed them on his cock.
Then I sucked it back into my mouth and cleaned it off again.

By this time, my nipples were aching inside my halter. I needed them to
be sucked and pinched to take the hurt out of them. My bikini panties
were sticking to my slit, and I was oozing down my legs. Taking his cock
out of my mouth, I unsteadily rose to my feet. I was dizzy, and my knees
were not very stable. I grasped his arm, and leaned my head against his
chest. He gently put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me against
his body to steady me. I felt his hard penis against my bare stomach,
and my breasts crushed against his. I took a couple of deep breaths and
started to feel a bit stronger. His right arm was down by his side and
he held me with his left around my shoulders. I slipped my right arm
around his waist and led him to the living room. I pushed him to sit
down on the sofa, and stepped back from him a couple of feet. I spread
my feet apart, clasped my hands behind my neck, and threw my head back,
staring at the ceiling. I could feel his eyes caressing my body, and
silently stripping my already skimpy clothing off.

My nipples were hard as rivets, beads of sweat popped out in my armpits,
and literally a stream of liquid ran down the inside of my thighs.
Standing straight up again, I slowly and sexily pulled the halter strap
down off my left shoulder with my right hand and slid my hand inside the
cup, massaging my aching breast and squeezing my nipple. I pulled the
cup down and slowly let him see more and more of my breast until it was
fully exposed to his view. I spread saliva over my first two fingers and
lightly rubbed my nipple, and, raising my left arm over my head, gently
caressed my breast and armpit. Changing sides, I repeated the show with
my right breast. He was staring intently at me, watching every move. I
leaned back again, and slid my hands to the top of my shorts. I gingerly
opened the button at the top of my zipper, and then pulled the zipper
slowly down all the way and spread the shorts open. I wasn't wearing any
panties, so the small tuft of crotch hair was just visible at the base
of the zipper. I stood up straight again, and took a couple of small
steps towards him, straddling his legs. I took his hands in mine, and
placed them at the top of my shorts. He got the idea, and slowly eased
the shorts down over my hips, until they were stopped by his legs.

He now had a perfect view of my closely cropped tuft of hairs. I shaved
my lips smooth, and also the area from my legs in towards the center of
my belly, leaving only a narrow tuft of hair at the top of my slit.
Leaning forward, I knelt over his legs, and brought his hands up to cup
my breasts. He gently rubbed them, and rolled my nipples between his
thumbs and forefingers. I was in heaven, reaching down and wrapping my
hand around his stallion's shaft, while he massaged my breasts in his
huge hands.

Again his inexperience became evident, as he shot another round of come
all over my shorts and pussy hair. With my shorts still around mid thigh
I couldn't get his cock against my pussy, but his stream of come sure
could. I rubbed it all over my belly, and down between my pouting lips.
I stood up  and pulled my shorts off completely and threw them across
the room. I knelt over his crotch again, and leaned forward, guiding my
left nipple into his waiting mouth. He sucked hard on it, and bit it
between his front teeth. I exploded in one of the most intense orgasms
I've ever experienced, shaking all over, and crushing my nipple hard
into his mouth, against his teeth. He had a surprised look on his face
when I finally subsided and looked into his eyes. I pulled back, and
kissed him lightly on the lips, and then told him that it was OK, it was
wonderful, it was the best feeling ever. He whispered that he thought he
knew what I meant, that I had made him feel great too.

His amazing young cock was still at full attention, so I reached down
and guided it toward my throbbing pussy. I leaned forward to meet him,
and let him slide into the depths of my belly. By now, he was able to
hold off coming, but not for long. Within three long slides in and out
of my hot tunnel, he came again, this time gasping and trembling all
over. He filled me to capacity, and I could feel the slipperiness of his
come mixed with my own juices. I stood, then sat beside him and leaned
my head down to lick our love juice off his softening rod. Sliding him
in and out of my mouth, I prodded him to another hard-on, which he held
while I sucked on his shaft and stroked him with my hand. Picking up
speed, I moved my mouth and hand in concert up and down his hard tool.
With my left hand I rubbed his balls, and slid my hand between his legs
toward his anus. He complied with my unspoken request for more space
between his legs. I slid my hand up to my mouth, and slid my finger
between my lips and lubricated it with a great gob of saliva. Gently
sliding my hand back down to his crack, I moved my finger against his
sphincter, and slowly pushed. As I passed the second knuckle into his
anus, he stiffened again and let another splash of semen into my hungry
mouth. This time, though, he wilted quickly, and I lazily sucked on his
soft tool until it had shrunk to almost nothing. "I better get back to
mowing, or your lawn will never get done," he suddenly said. I sat up,
and gave him a long lingering kiss, sharing the salty taste of his own
semen with him. "You'll come back again, though, won't you?" I asked. "I
sure will," he answered. "I think I can get used to this."

[Continued......]
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(c) 2002 Chili Pepper. All rights reserved.
Comments welcomed to chilipepper43@hotmail.com


Jack and I had many afternoons together during the summer months that
followed our first liaison. But when fall came around and school started
up again, I naturally saw less of him than before. He would come by on
Saturday afternoons when he wasn't at football games, and we would fuck
and suck our brains out. As fall turned to winter, though, even our
Saturday afternoons became fewer and farther between. Finally, one
afternoon, I asked him point blank what was happening to us, and he told
me that he had a girlfriend, and really didn't feel comfortable with
both of us. "I'd like to meet her," I told him, and he grudgingly agreed
to bring her by next Saturday.

On the next Saturday, I spent the morning in the bathroom, making sure
that I was perfect in appearance. I took a long, hot bath, and shaved my
armpits and legs perfectly smooth, and made sure that the narrow tuft of
hair over my pussy was neatly trimmed, and my belly smooth as silk. I
washed my hair, and steamed my face, then did my nails, both fingers and
toes, and then dressed in the softest silk lace panties, soft bra,
see-through chemise blouse, and a loose fluffy skirt. I wore open
sandals with no stockings, and rubbed lotion deep into my legs so they
would be soft and smooth. I had shopped Friday night, and had bought
champagne and orange juice to make mimosas. I nervously paced the
cottage, from kitchen to livingroom to bedroom and  back over and over
again. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Jack and Lisa were standing at
the front door. I opened it, and invited them in. Lisa was a real
knockout, much prettier than I would ever be. She was tall, about five
foot seven, with long blond hair which hung down her back to the top of
her buttocks. She had a full, round face, not chubby, but perfectly
formed, with a slightly turned up nose, full pouting lips, and deep
azure eyes. Her breasts were full, probably BB or C, and a 34 inch
chest, which flowed into a narrow 26 inch waist, and blossomed out into
32 inch hips. She was very conservatively dressed, in a long tweed
skirt, white blouse with lace lined buttons all the way up to her neck,
a matching tweed jacket, and stockinged legs tucked into tight closed
shoes. She wore tiny opal earrings in her pierced ears, a gold brooch on
her lapel, and a matching opal ring on her right hand.

After the introductions were complete, I offerred them a mimosa, and
they jumped at the offer. We sat in the livingroom chatting about the
town, and school, and growing up, and dating, and sex, and the future.
They had been going out together since school started, had gotten into
some heavy petting, but had not had sex. Jack commented that the high
school wrestling team was in the state championships on TV, and wondered
if we could watch for a while. I said sure, so we moved into the den and
turned on the set. I poured more mimosas all around, about the fourth
round so far, and we settled down to watch and critique the matches.
Watching these young boys in hand to hand combat was a real turn-on for
me, almost as much as fucking Jack had been. My nipples were growing
hard and beginning to ache, and I thought I could detect a similar
reaction in Lisa. She squirmed close to Jack, and kept grinding her
thighs together. From time to time, she would look over at me and I saw
deep into her young eyes and felt a strong attraction to her.

I got up to go into the kitchen to pour another round of mimosas, and on
the way I managed to knock the cable out of the wall in the kitchen
where it fed the TV in the den. "Damn!" Jack shouted, "the reception is
out." "Well, why don't you check the box on the side where it comes in
and see if everything is OK," I suggested. He unhappily put his jacket
back on, and went outside to check the connections. I brought the drinks
back into the den and sat on the sofa beside Lisa, instead of in the
chair where I had been sitting. I leaned forward, close to Lisa, and
smelled her young perfume. Looking deep into her eyes, I saw a look of
wonderment, and maybe just a little embarrassment. She sat transfixed,
returning my longing gaze. I slowly lifted my right hand to the back of
her neck, and pulled her lips close to mine. I gently touched her mouth
with mine, and ever so slowly licked her parting lips with the tip of my
tongue. I slowly pulled her closer, and kissed her harder and harder. I
placed both of my hands behind her neck, and twisted her head back
against the sofa, and continued to kiss her as if there would be no
tomorrow. I pushed her hair aside, and kissed her neck. She slowly took
a deep breath, and her breasts heaved. With my left hand, I took her
right hand and lifted it behind her neck, and moved my face so that I
could bury my nose in her armpit. She smelled heavenly, and I sucked her
smell deep into my lungs. I grabbed her right hand in mine, and held it
behind her neck, and slid my left hand down her shoulder and around into
her armpit. I rubbed her armpit and took deep smells of her, and then
slowly slid my hand around to cup her full breast.

I moved my fingers around to her buttons, and opened her blouse, one
button at a time, leaving the top button closed, holding the collar
tight around her soft neck. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse, and when I
got to her skirt, I pulled her blouse out and finished off the last two
buttons. I  pushed the blouse away from her snow-white torso, exposing
her downy armpits to full view. I leaned down again, and this time I
kissed and licked the soft downy hairs under her arms, letting my tongue
trail out of her armpits to the edge of her bra. Reaching around her
back, I unsnapped her bra, and gently put my lips on her nipple. I
sucked gently for a while, then crushed my teeth against her stiff
nipple. All the while, I was squeezing her breast  flesh in my hand.
Growing more brazen, I let my right hand rest on her thigh and slowly
pulled the material of her skirt up. Feeling no resistance, I slid my
hand under her skirt, and up between her thighs. She still offerred no
resistance as I slid my hand higher and higher, until I cupped her
steamy mound in my hand. As I rubbed her soft femininity, she purred
like a kitten, and melted into my arms. She was hot, and I was at least
as hot. I rubbed her like there was no tomorrow, and she gently
shuddered and groaned as her orgasm overtook her.

We suddenly heard Jack's heavy footstep on the porch. Lisa jumped up and
ran into the lavatory to put herself back together. Jack apologized, but
couldn't find any problem with the wires outside. When Lisa returned, he
said that they had probably already overstayed their welcome, so they
got their coats on and left. My heart was still racing, so I poured
another mimosa for myself, and went upstairs. I drew a hot bath, threw
my clothes on the bed, and slid into the steamy tub. After soaking for
an hour or more, I put myself into bed.

Very early the next morning, before I had really awakened, the doorbell
rang. I looked at the clock, and saw it was only 7:30. "That must be
Jack, again, at long last!" I thought. I threw my robe over my lacy
teddy, and ran to the front door. Imagine my surprise when I opened the
door and saw Lisa, not Jack, standing there. "Can I come in?" she asked
softly. "I hope I'm not intruding." Clearly the confusion showed on my
face. "Oh, sure, come on in," I said. "I really wasn't expecting you."
She smiled at me, and said that yesterday had been one of the most
exciting days of her life. "Do you have any more champagne?" she asked.
"Do I have more! I think I bought a whole case yesterday, and we only
had two bottles." "I'd like another of those mimosas, and I'd like to
see how you make them." Lisa wore the same long coat from Saturday,
which she peeled off and threw on the sofa. She was wearing a long lacy
white robe, but it didn't look like there was much under it. Her nipples
punched against the soft material, so I knew she didn't wear a bra. I
took her hand, and led her into the kitchen. She stood very close to me
while I poured half orange juice and half champagne into the glasses. I
handed hers to her, and she held her hand out to me. Looking me straight
and deep in the eyes, she toasted "To love." "To love," I answered. "I'd
like to see your bedroom," she whispered.  "OK, come with me," I said. I
took her hand again, and led her up the stairs and into my bedroom. I
set my drink down on the night stand; Lisa casually walked around the
room, feeling very comfortable. Soon she strolled over to the corner of
the bed where I sat, and sat beside me. She put her left arm around my
shoulders, and gently placed her right hand on my cheek. She softly
caressed my face, and ran her fingers through my hair, and around my
earlobe, and down my neck to my collarbone, and ever so gently back
again. She slid her hand along my jaw to my chin, then softly rubbed her
finger in light circles around my lips; back and forth; up and down;
around and around. She ran her hand down my neck, and back up, and
gripped my chin in her hand, and pulled it around to face her. She
leaned slowly forward, opened her lips, and gently brushed them against
mine. She lightly ran them over my mouth, just as she had with her
fingers, just barely brushing against me. She drew back slightly, and
eased her tongue out between her lips, and then went back to lightly
caressing my hot lips with her moist tongue.

She again slid her hand down my neck, gently caressing my skin. When she
reached the top of my chest, she ran her fingers lightly over my chest
to my shoulder, then to my other shoulder. Back and forth she teased me,
sometimes stopping to brush my hair back off my shoulders, or to lightly
caress my earlobes.Then she began to let her fingers trail ever so
slightly downward across my chest, slightly lower and lower, until she
just brushed the top of the rise of my breasts. On the next pass, she
stopped at my cleavage, and slowly lowered her hand to gently circle my
breast with her fingertips. She drew little figure eights around my
breasts, just brushing the bottoms, then circling around to the top of
the other. Round and round she went, slowly narrowing the circles on
each pass, until she was rubbing my nipples in tight circles each time.
She slid her hand under my left breast and cupped it in her palm, and
began gently but rhythmically squeezing it, sliding her hand around my
flesh and squeezing my taught, hot nipple between her thumb and
forefinger. She then slid her hand around to the right breast and
repeated the caress.

Lisa was still teasing my mouth with her soft lips and moist tongue when
she pulled back on my shoulder and pushed back against my breast. I
allowed her to lay me on my back on the bed, her arm still around my
shoulders. I extended my arms out over my head as my back gently hit the
mattress. With her right hand she pushed the material of my robe off to
the sides, exposing my torso to her curious eyes. The teddy was now
pulled tight against my body, instead of hanging loose off my chest. She
slid her hand to my cleavage and slowly unbuttoned the teddy, and pulled
it apart to expose my heaving breasts. She leaned forward and down to my
armpit, and, licking her tongue, gently licked my underarm from my elbow
to the rise of my breast, then licked back again. As she slid her mouth
up and down my armpit, she gently nibbled at my skin, then sometimes
took little bites at my underarm. "You smell wonderful, and taste as
good!" she exclaimed. She stopped in the middle of my underarm, and
sucked on my skin, then she resumed her rhythmical licking and sucking.
Her little bites sent fire through my nipples, down my tight belly into
my loins. My nipples were crying out for a hard bite, standing hard and
proud on my chest. My breath was quick and shallow; I could feel the
sticky wetness between my legs running onto the bedspread. I longed to
feel her hot tongue set fire to my clit, but I didn't want her to stop
what she was doing either. She kept sliding her hot mouth up and down my
underarm, until she suddenly swooped around and licked her way in a
great arc under my breast and up to my nipple. She swirled her tongue
around the tight rosebud, and engulfed it in her hot mouth, crushing her
lips against my areole, and biting hard on my nipple. She let go long
enough to lick another arc under my left breast and sucked hard on its
nipple. She leaned over me and began the same licking and sucking on my
left armpit. As she lay against me, I could feel the hardness of her
nipples press against me, through the material of her robe. "She's hot!"
I thought to myself. "I hope she never stops!"

She continued for what seemed an eternity, alternating her sucking among
my armpits and nipples. She held my right arm over my head with her left
hand, and balanced herself with her right. Slowly, she leaned on me, and
slid her right hand down the lacy teddy towards my aching hole. She
gently rubbed my wet mound, and the material stuck to my skin. She eased
her fingers under the material of the teddy, and stroked my smooth belly
from the base of my breast to the top of my hot slit. She moved her hand
up to open her robe, and slid her right leg up my thigh, then down
between my legs, prying gently against my mock resistance. I could feel
the heat of her crotch as her leg penetrated further between mine, and
closer to the seat of my firey passion. She slowly began to rock her
body, bringing her pussy into harder contact with my thigh. She stopped
sucking my nipples, and moved her face up to mine. Looking deep into my
eyes, she pressed her lips against mine, and shot her tongue deep into
my waiting mouth. She pressed herself tightly against me, and began to
gently tremble. As she kissed me harder, and stuck her tongue further
down my throat, she shook harder and harder, and squeezed my body with
her right arm. She ran her hand up into my left armpit and pulled
herself tightly against me. She was shaking like a leaf, quivering from
head to toe. I had never seen anything like this before, but I had not
been with many women before, either.

She humped hard against my leg, and her shaking increased in intensity.
Her humping became a rhythmical body wave, and her orgasm totally
consumed her. With each grind of her pelvis against me, the size of the
wave increased, until she was lifting her thighs high in the air, then
crashing down against my leg. She held me immobilized under her body,
and finally reached a thunderous crescendo. She grabbed my leg tightly
between hers, and ground her pussy in great circles against me. Slowly,
her orgasm began to subside, and she collapsed on top of me. Her
breathing came in great, deep sighs. She closed her eyes, and held me so
tightly I could hardly breathe. I slipped my arm down around her
shoulder, and gently squeezed her. I pulled her snugly against me, and
with my left hand caressed her flaxen hair. I let her rest for a few
minutes, then I whispered into her ear "Let's take a nice hot bath."

I drew a hot tub of water, while Lisa went down to make another round of
mimosas for us. I poured a cup of bubble bath in, and watched the foam
fill the tub. Lisa returned in a minute, and placed the glasses on the
floor beside the tub. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and pulled
my body close to hers. She slid her hands up my back, and gently pressed
her breasts against mine, rubbing her nipples against my breasts. We
climbed into the tub, and caressed each other all over. I guided her
hand to my pussy, and let her take over from there. She caressed my lips
every so gently, slowly parting them with her fingers, and gradually let
her fingers wander into my waiting hole. She slid in easily, and I
gasped as her palm rubbed my pelvis and her finger hit my cervix. She
continued slowly caressing me, and finally found my love button with her
thumb. She began to rub it in a tight circular motion, and I exploded.
After a minute, I relaxed a little, but was ready to continue
immediately. We embraced, and rubbed our breasts together, and kissed
each other deeply. We couldn't get enough of each others' bodies. Lisa
rolled onto her right side and lifted her left leg into the air. I
rolled onto my left side, and slid down between her legs until our
pussies met. We both began to grind in a slow rhythm together. I had
never experienced such intense feelings as I did at that moment. My leg
began to quiver and shake, and I had to drop it down on Lisa's. She was
trembling also, and we simultaneously burst into shattering orgasms.
Again and again, the waves of intense spasms rocked our bodies. Each
time the orgasm began to subside, we would grind once more, and set our
bodies off again.

It only took a couple of minutes, even though it felt like light years,
for us to become totally wasted. We slumped against each other,
lavishing the feel of the hot foamy water, and each other's firm, tight,
female body. Finally, I wanted to get a bit more comfortable, so I got
out of the tub, and extended my hand to Lisa. She climbed out with me,
and we gently dried each other off.  I picked up our mimosas, and handed
Lisa's to her, then took her other hand and led her back to the bedroom.
We toasted again, then set the glasses down on the nightstands, rolled
together in a snug embrace in the center of the bed, and drifted off in
a deep sleep. I awoke several hours later, alone in the bed. There was a
brief note on Lisa's, pillow. "Thank you so much. I love you, but I'm
late already. Can I come back Tuesday after school? I'll stop by, and
see if you're in. Thanks. Lias"
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