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	Under The Mistletoe
	by Ann Douglas
	(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

	The sounds of traditional Christmas music, intermixed with
more conventional party fare, filled the air as the employee
Christmas party at Hanson Brothers Auto Mall entered its fourth
and final hour.  As company parties went, this one was better than
most, despite the fact that it was taking place in the temporarily
emptied showroom, as opposed to one of the restaurants or rental
halls that most other companies in town booked for the occasion.

	Hanson Brothers was a fairly good-sized business, consisting
at one time of four different dealerships.  It had been in operation
in one form or another since just after the Second World War,
having been founded by the father and uncle of the current owner.
With the changes in the economy over the last few years, Hanson
Brothers had to downsize a little, closing one of its franchises.
Still, George Hanson was determined that the fifty-nine people
that worked for him would still feel appreciated at Christmas.

	If anyone minded the change of locale, no one was heard to
complain about it.  After all, the food was great, the drinks free
and plentiful, and for the most part, the companionship quite
enjoyable.  All these things passed through Tracy Smith's
thoughts as she stood in a far corner, next to an already depleted
buffet table, and nursed the eggnog she had been drinking.  After
almost two hours of non-stop dancing, the twenty-four year old
redhead was content to watch others fill the makeshift dance
floor.

	Originally, since she had only been with the company for a
few months, Tracy had planned to skip the year-end celebration.
The receptionist had changed her mind at the last minute, partially
due to some old fashion begging and pleading from a few of her
male co-workers.  Since the male to female ratio at Hanson
Brothers was over two to one, they needed every girl they could
get at the party.  In the end, she was glad they convinced her since
she had done more bonding with her fellows in the last three hours
than in the last three months.

	Some of that had been due, understandably, to the not
inconsiderable amounts of free booze that had been indulged in by
the partygoers.  Libations on that scale tended to break down most
barriers.  Some of them, perhaps a little too much, she thought as
she reminded herself of the three cases of roving hands that
she'd encountered on the dance floor.  In two of those, a simple
relocation of the wandering hand had proved sufficient.

	Why was it, she asked herself as she brushed back her
short hair, did some guys just assume that being willing to dance
with them also entitled them to other liberties as well.  Still, it
had been a distinct minority of the number she'd been with so
maybe it was best to just chalk it up to the overly festive
atmosphere.

	It wasn't that she was a prude, far from it.  Tracy
thoroughly enjoyed the touch of a man in many an intimate place.
She just liked to be able to control the who and the when.

	In keeping with her desire to stay in control of things, the
woman in the green party dress had stopped drinking alcoholic
beverages halfway through the party in order to give her body
plenty of time to burn away any detrimental effects.  Back in her
college days, she had learned the hard way that she didn't make
great decisions under the influence.  Thankfully, it had been a very
long time since she'd woken up in a strange bed and she wanted to
keep it that way.

	"Merry Christmas, Tracy,"  the obviously inebriated man in
the Santa Claus suit said to the younger redhead as he suddenly
appeared in front of her and moved to give her an affectionate
hug.

	"Merry Christmas, Mr. Hanson,"  Tracy said as she returned
his hug in such a way as to restrict the movement of his hands.
She had heard from one of the saleswomen that while a nice man
when sober, the sixty-something store owner wasn't above copping
a feel when he was in his cups.  Three times in one night had
already been quite enough.

	"Please, how many times have I asked you young people to
call me, George,"  the white haired man said with a smile.  "You
make me sound so old with that Mister Hanson nonsense."

	"Merry Christmas, George."

	"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?"  George said as he pulled
his hands back and gave her an even friendlier smile.

	 It seemed that the information that had been imparted to
her earlier had been in error.  Santa was quite satisfied with a kind
word, a brief embrace and a chaste kiss on the cheek before he
moved on to the next partygoer.  Tracy was glad he hadn't copped
a feel because she really liked the auto mall owner.  When she had
lost her job at Datatech when the company folded, he had been
only too glad to hire her as a receptionist even though she was
vastly overqualified for the position and would undoubtedly leave
the moment something better came along.  What was more, he
came right out and told that to her, saying that if she found
something better he expected her to grab it.  After all, she'd be
foolish to waste all that education she worked so had to get.

	Turning back to her view of the dwindling crowd of dancers,
Tracy almost wished someone had made a serious pass at her
tonight.  Not Mr. Hanson of course, but there were a number of
cute, unattached guys that worked in various departments.
Unfortunately, most of those that weren't married seemed to have
brought dates of their own or else were already matched up with
other women from the dealerships.

	Up until a little over two weeks ago, Tracy imagined she
would be going to the party with Tom Jackson, her boyfriend of
the last nine and a half months.  That was of course before her
former associate at Datatech had proven himself what her little
sister, Karen, liked to call a VC boyfriend.  The sort that you meet
just after Valentine's Day and breaks it off just before Christmas,
thereby avoiding the two biggest gift days of the year.  Tracy
really didn't think that was the case with Tom, but it did seem
awfully coincidental.  Especially since she had spent the night
before his coming to the revelation that they just weren't right
for each other by screwing what little brains he obviously had out.

	But that was the past, and if there was one thing she had
learned for sure in her short life, it was that there was nothing
that you could do about things that had already happened.  If she
had to spend the holidays alone, well there was always her little
battery-powered friend that she kept in a locked drawer of her
night table.  It was a wonderful age to live in, she told herself,
when you could replace a lousy boyfriend with a simple piece of
technology.

	"Oh Jesus, just what I need!"  Tracy suddenly thought as
her focus shifted from modern wonders to Neanderthals when she
spotted Michael "Monk" Webber coming toward her with a smug
look on his face.

	The office rumor mill hadn't gotten wind of her break up
with Tommy more than a few hours before Monk had first tried to
hit on her.  She'd lost track of how many times she tried to make
it perfectly clear to the former high school jock that she just
wasn't interested.  Monk had been an all county fullback who had
several colleges' offering scholarships until an injury during senior
year had ended his running days.  He had taken a job at Hansons,
arranged in part by his father who had once worked there while he
went to the local college, in the hope that the former athlete
would follow in his footsteps.

	Instead, the six foot one blond had tossed aside any idea of
higher education and demonstrated an inborn talent as an auto
mechanic.  In that at least he had succeeded, now holding a
position as one of two assistant mechanics.  Unfortunately, in other
areas of his life, specifically his relationships with women, old
number thirty-one still saw himself as the star around which
cheerleaders and other adoring fans just swooned.  Which was not
a bad way to see yourself at seventeen, but not at twenty-nine
when your glory days were a decade behind you.

	It had been Monk, who after cutting in on her dance with
another employee, that Tracy had earlier had to use more than a
suggestion to avoid an unwanted touch.  Even then, he didn't take
the hint and she wondered if his head was as thick as the muscles
he still cultivated three nights a week at the local gym.  The song
ended right after that and she quickly put distance between them.

	"Hey Tracy, baby,"  Monk grinned as he moved up to her,  "I
was hoping that I'd find you here."

	His comment didn't make sense to the smaller woman in the
little thought she gave to it.  Tracy's more immediate concern was
how to finally drum into his thick skull that she just wasn't
interested.  She wondered if a swift kick in the balls would really
be out of place in this season of peace on earth and goodwill
towards men.

	Thankfully it never came to that as a woman dressed in black
slacks a white top and a matching black jacket stepped in-between
Tracy and her tormentor.  Despite being a full head shorter than
the former football player, as well as less than half his weight, the
thirty-one year old Hispanic woman stopped him literally in his
tracks.

	"I was here first, big boy,"  she said in a strong, but still
feminine tone.  "You'll just have to wait your turn."

	The new arrival was Nina Castro, who was without question,
the top saleswoman in any of the dealerships.  Like Monk, she had
been a local star during her high school days, in her case, winning
several state track competitions.  Also like Monk, an injury had
prevented her from getting the scholarship she deserved.  Unlike
the mechanic, she had still managed to finish college and get her
degree, even if it took her twice the normal time since she was also
holding down a full time job.  She had her sights set on nothing less
than taking over as general manager when Mr. Hanson retired.

	"Or maybe you and I could ... well you know,"  she added,
totally confusing Tracy who had no idea what was going on.  "After
all, it is a tradition."

	Monk never said a word in response, but the look on his face
was one Tracy would long remember.  It was one that she had
never seem him exhibit before.  He was actually afraid of Nina.  In
one quick motion, he turned and went back the way he came.

	"Would somebody tell me what the hell that was all about?"
Tracy said after a moments pause.

	"You don't know where you're standing, do you?"  Nina
laughed.

	Before Tracy could reply, Nina pointed to a spot over the
younger woman's head.  Tilting her head back, the redhead saw
what was hanging there and now understood.

	"Oh shit!" she said as she recognized the large twig of
mistletoe.

	"Well I don't think he'll be bothering you for at least the
rest of the party,"  Nina said.

	"I guess I owe you one."

	"Think nothing of it,"  Nina replied.

	"No, I really mean it,"  Tracy repeated, "I was thinking that
I was going to have to kick him where it would hurt the most to get
my message across."

	"Well that certainly would've reached the head he usually
thinks with,"  Nina laughed.

	Tracy laughed as well, thinking it funny.  At the same time,
she remembered Monk's reaction to Nina and wondered what that
had been all about.

	"Why was he so afraid of you?"  she asked, thinking that
maybe Nina might actually tell her.

	"It's been a great night, let's not ruin it by going there,"
Nina said.

	"Please, I'd really like to know,"  Tracy went on.  "Who
knows, maybe I could use it to keep him away from me for good."

	"I don't think so,"  the olive skinned woman said with a smile.

	"Oh come on, tell me,"  Tracy implored, her curiosity now
fully piqued.

	"He's afraid that I might be contagious,"   Nina finally said.

	"I don't understand."

	"Monk is a first class homophobe, and I'm a first class
homosexual."

	"You're gay?"

	"You've been here four months and no one told you?"  Nina
said in surprise.  "That's got to be a new record.  I thought for
sure that some narrow minded biddy or other would've warned you
by now about staying away from the butch dyke saleslady."

	Tracy was about to say no, but then remembered something
Carol Gates had told her about Nina after she had been there a
month.  It hadn't made much sense at the time, seeing as the
fifty-two year old beat around the bush rather than coming right
out and saying what she meant.  It hadn't taken long for Tracy to
decide that Carol was the local gossip queen and to  disregard most
of what she said about people.  In fact, it had been Carol who had
warned her about Mr. Hanson's traveling hands after he'd had a
few.

	"If they did, I don't really remember it,"  Tracy said
instead.

	"And here I've gone and outed myself for nothing,"  Nina
said in mock exasperation.  "What a dummy I am.  Here I have you
under the mistletoe and I blow my chance on trying to get a
Christmas kiss out of you."

	"You'd want to kiss me?"  Tracy said, trying to ask the
question light heartedly.

	"That's a silly question,"  Nina laughed as a broad smile filled
her face.  "Who wouldn't want to kiss a beautiful girl like you.  I'll
give Monk credit for one thing, asshole that he might be, he does
have good taste."

	Tracy was sure that, if she could see herself through Nina's
eyes at that moment, she would see herself blushing.  If the
woman in front of her had referred to her as pretty, she could've
accepted that with no problem.  People had said that to her most
of her life.  Beautiful, however, was not a term she often heard.

	Looking at the taller woman through her own eyes, Tracy
felt hard pressed to come up with a single word to describe her.
If she was a man, handsome might apply, but somehow it didn't
really seem right.  Nina had dark, curly black hair that was cut
even shorter than Tracy's.  A well defined athletic build was
clearly evident beneath her outfit, but no one was going to mistake
her for a man, at least not once they got a look at the more than
impressive bust straining against her blouse.  The receptionist felt
a twinge of envy when she thought of her small mounds.

	"Have I shocked or scared you?"  Nina asked.

	"Not at all,"  Tracy replied, realizing that she had zoned out
for a moment, "why would you think that?"

	"Well, some people feel a little uncomfortable around gay
women,"  Nina explained,  "and the way you looked for a second, I
thought that maybe you were trying to think of a way to graciously
end this conversation."

	"Not at all,"  Tracy insisted, thinking that Carol Gates and a
few of the other female employees would undoubtedly fall into the
category Nina mentioned.  "In fact, I was thinking pretty much the
opposite.  That a kiss might be interesting at that, seeing that it is
a holiday tradition and all."

	"Oh really," Nina grinned.  "Is that what I am to you now,
interesting?"

	"I didn't mean it like that,"  Tracy quickly interjected.  "I
just thought that ..."

	The redhead didn't have the chance to finish her sentence
as Nina, after taking a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure
that no one else was nearby, learned forward and took her
Christmas kiss.

	The press of the older woman's lips against her own
certainly took Tracy by surprise, but it was a very pleasant
encounter nonetheless.  Over the years, she had shared kisses with
a few girlfriends, but they had always been the sort of quick pecks
that you'd share with a relative.  This was the first time she had
ever had another woman kiss her back.

	Brief as it was, the warmth and softness of Nina's touch
stayed with the twenty-four year old after their lips parted.
Tracy couldn't really be sure, but for just a heartbeat, she
thought she felt the other woman's tongue brushing against her
own.

	"Curiosity satisfied?"  Nina asked as she took a long step
backward, putting a respectable distance between the two of them
should anyone now glance in their direction.

	"I don't really know what to say,"  Tracy said, her lips still
tingling.

	"Well you could say it didn't suck,"  Nina smiled.

	"It definitely didn't suck,"  she said.  "In fact, I think it was
really nice, you're a great kisser."

	"I'd be careful how you toss those compliments around,
little girl,"  Nina replied, reverting now to mock seriousness.
"Otherwise I might be tempted to take advantage of all the
alcohol you've undoubtedly been consuming all night and take even
more advantage of you."

	"I'll have you know that I haven't had a drink in over two
hours, and am in full command of my facilities,"  Tracy replied, her
tone projecting the thought that she didn't feel taken advantage
of in the least.

	"Was that the first time you've ever kissed another
woman?"  Nina now asked, wondering if this was just idle banter
between them or perhaps something more.

	"If you're talking about a real kiss, yes."

	"Not even when you where in high school with your
girlfriends, or in college?"

	"Not a one,"  Tracy grinned.  "You're my first."

	"Then I guess I should feel honored."

	"You certainly should."

	Both of them were now smiling at their playful exchange.
Nina was impressed that Tracy could give as good as she got.  So
few women seemed to be able to do that around here.  Most just
gave her a wide berth, not wanting to socialize with the dyke, but
at the same time, not wanting to piss off the top money earner
Hanson had.

	"But you have had boyfriends?"  Nina asked.

	"Yes I have,"  Tracy replied,  "how about you?"

	"No boyfriends, at least not since I was seventeen."

	"No,"  Tracy clarified,  "I meant do you have a girlfriend?"

	"We sort of went our separate ways over the summer,"  Nina
said, "then again, I understand that you and your boyfriend split up
a few weeks back too."

	"How did you know that?"  Tracy started to ask, then
answered her own question. "Oh yeah, interoffice mail has nothing
on the rumor mill."

	"That and the fact that you have the look of a woman who
hasn't been laid in awhile."  Nina added.

	Tracy paused for a second, wondering if there really was
such a look or was Nina just playing with her.

	"You know, I only live about ten minutes from here,"  Nina
unexpectedly said, again changing the subject.

	"Your point being?"

	"Well, seeing as being direct as worked pretty well so far, I
might as well go right ahead and see where it leads,"  the dark
haired woman said as she took a half step closer and lowered her
voice.  "As I see it, you have two choices right now, no make that
probably three."

	"And what might those be?"  Tracy asked, curious about
what Nina thought those choices were.

	"Well, first of all, you could go back to the party,"  Nina
began.  "It's beginning to wind down but there are still a few not
too bad prospects that haven't passed out or been snatched up by
someone else.  I'm sure you might be able to find someone to take
care of the deficiency that I mentioned a minute ago."

	"Go on,"  Tracy said, not wanting to comment further until
Nina was finished.

	"Or you could go home and take out that little plastic
vibrator that you have hidden somewhere in your bedroom and take
care of some of your needs yourself."

	"What makes you think that I own anything like that?"
Tracy asked, unable to keep to the decision she'd made a moment
before.

	"Honey, I haven't met a woman yet who doesn't own at least
one toy for those empty nights,"  Nina chuckled.  "I myself have
three.  I think the only women who don't have one are either in an
old age home or a convent, and I sometimes wonder about those
Nuns."

	"You said there were three possibilities,"  Tracy reminded
Nina after the Hispanic woman paused for a few seconds.

	"Oh yes, so I did,"  she smiled as she moved even closer and
lowered her voice again.  "Well, if you're really feeling a little
adventurous, you can come back to my place where I can practically
guarantee you that before you could even find someone out there
to pick up, I'd have given you the first of what could be a night full
of orgasms, each of them better than the last."

	There, it was now out in the open, Tracy thought.  She had
just been propositioned by another woman, and rather blatantly at
that.  What had started as just a little sexual interplay had quickly
progressed to an invitation to engage in what the redhead was sure
most of her friends would view as an immoral act.  The respectable
thing to do, keeping with the idea that she really didn't want to
alienate Nina who seemed a nice person in all other aspects, was to
simply say thank you, but no thanks.  Instead, Tracy answered in a
way that would no doubt have shocked her friends and coworkers
had they heard it.

	"Let me get my coat and I'll meet you outside,"  she simply
said.

			          -=-=-=-

	Picking up her heavy winter coat and scarf from the break
room were they had been stored, Tracy quickly made what
good-byes needed to be made.  A sense of excitement filled her
heart as she graciously turned down a few offers of a drive home,
assuring those who asked that she already had one.  Thankfully, no
one thought to ask with whom.

	Stepping out into the employee parking lot, she quickly
located the large SUV that she knew Nina drove.  It was one of
the perks of being top salesperson that the black haired woman
was able to lease the expensive vehicle at cost.

	"I hope Nina doesn't take too long,"  Tracy said to herself as
she bundled up against the cold night air.

	About five minutes passed, during which the receptionist
said goodnight to a few more partygoers who passed her on the
way to their own cars.  With a smile, she turned down another
offer of a ride home.

	Finally Nina came out the glass doors, but to Tracy's
surprise, she wasn't alone.  With her were Danny Logan and Jim
Banks, both of which had made the most of the open bar and were
walking a little unsteady.

	"I hope you don't mind if we drop off these two first before
I drop you off,"  Nina said as she pulled out her keychain and
disengaged the alarm on her truck.

	"No, not at all,"  Tracy replied, not sure what else to say.

	Those where the last words they exchanged as all four
climbed into the SUV, Tracy and Nina in the front and the two men
in the back.

	"Anyone who feels ill had better let me know beforehand,"
Nina said over her shoulder before putting the truck in gear,
"otherwise they're going to be paying to have the entire inside of
my baby cleaned and detailed."

	Both men promised that they would and settled back into
the comfortable seats.  It took fifteen minutes to reach Danny's
house and then ten more for Jim's apartment.  It wasn't until the
latter disappeared into his lobby that Tracy turned to Nina with a
quizzical look on her face.

	"It occurred to me that no matter how we did it, someone
was sure to see the two of us leave together, especially since so
many people were beginning to leave,"  Nina explained as they
pulled away.  "It doesn't take much to have the gossip queen's
tongues a wagging and I assume you'd rather not have to deal with
that."

	Tracy nodded her head, thinking she hadn't considered that.

	"This way,"  Nina went on,  "if anyone saw us, you were just
one of several co-workers that I was giving a lift to.  I've done it
before at the Christmas parties since I don't drink."

	"For a minute I really thought you were actually taking me
home,"  Tracy laughed, "after all, I only live a few blocks from
here."

	"That was the beauty of picking those two,"  Nina concluded.
"It makes sense to have dropped you off last."

	"Something tells me you've done this before,"  Tracy
grinned.

	"A lady never tells,"  Nina grinned back,  "but then again,
I've never really been accused of being a lady."

	"Oh you're awful."

	"Changing your mind?"  Nina asked as they stopped at a light.

	"Not at all."

	"Well in that case."

	This time, Tracy saw the kiss coming and was ready for it, at
least she thought she was.

	Nina pulled Tracy's face toward hers, covering her mouth
with her own.  Her tongue darted into the redhead's mouth as she
kissed her long and hard, as if to draw out Tracy's own passions.
The younger woman responded with a low moan as she felt a warm
hand slip between the folds of her coat and cup her breast, the
fingers of which pressed against her nipple causing it to grow hard.

	The electric sensations that rushed through Tracy as they
continued to kiss seemed to concentrate between her legs, bringing
forth a warmth and wetness in that most sensitive of areas.  Nina
brought her free hand down to it and, after pulling up the green
dress, placed it against the damp panties.

	"Oh yessss!"  Tracy gasped at her touch, not being able to
remember the last time she had such an almost instant arousal.

	Nina slipped her fingers under the waistband of Tracy's
underwear and rubbed the tips of them against her clit.  Whatever
the fires that had filled Tracy, that simple caress was almost
enough to double them.  The small part of her mind that wasn't
being consumed with lust had to consider the idea that Nina
intended to finger-fuck her right there in the middle of the
deserted intersection.

	Then, just as suddenly, the traffic light above turned green
and Nina returned both her hands to the wheel.  She smiled at
Tracy and gave her a little shrug of her shoulders.

	"I just wanted  to give you a little taste, that's all,"  she
said as she stepped on the gas and headed down the boulevard.

	"A little taste,"  Tracy thought as she regained her
composure and straightened out her dress.  "God almighty, the last
three guys I slept with couldn't even kiss like that."

	From that moment on, the streets between where they were
and Nina's apartment couldn't pass by fast enough in her opinion.

			          -=-=-=-

	It was just past midnight when they reached their
destination, which turned out to be the converted basement of a
two family house.  A small flight of stairs in the driveway led down
to a side entrance and the older woman opened the door and let
Tracy enter first.

	"It's not much, but it's home,"  Nina said as she followed
the redhead inside,  "and I've never really needed all that much to
begin with."

	The apartment consisted of one large room that doubled as
both a living room and bedroom, with a small kitchenette along the
wall.  A single door on the far side led to a small bathroom and
shower.  There were more than a few unopened cardboard boxes,
with magic marker identifications, scattered around the room.
Evidently, Nina hadn't lived here long and Tracy could only assume
that the move to here had come after the break up she had earlier
mentioned.

	"It's nice,"  Tracy said as she took off her coat and looked
for a place to hang it.

	"Liar,"  Nina laughed as she took Tracy's coat and hung it,
along with hers on a small wall hook.

	"No, I mean it,"  the shorter woman said, thinking that
anything was better than having to move back into your parent's
house as she had.

	After hanging the coats, Nina moved to a small bookcase
stereo on a nearby shelf and turned it on, filling the air with soft
music.  She explained that her landlord, who lived above, was away
for the week so that didn't have to worry about any noise.

	"Would you like to dance?"  Nina asked as she moved back
across the room and reached out her hand to her guest.

	"I'd love to,"  Tracy replied as if she hadn't spent most of
the night doing just that.

	The press of Nina's body against hers as the Hispanic woman
drew her close was enough to once more send Tracy's heart racing.
Of course it wasn't the first time she had danced with another
girl, she'd been doing that since grade school.  But never before
has she done so and felt what she now did.  To look into another
woman's eyes and feel desire was a totally new experience, to say
nothing of glancing down her blouse and feeling a sense of wanting.

	Yet at the same time, Tracy felt a unusual sensation of
inconsistency as well.  The arms wrapped around her felt as strong
as any man's, yet at the same time, soft as any woman's.  In those
times that she had considered the idea of sex with another girl,
she always thought there would be some kind of clearly defined
difference between that and sex with a man.  Now she wasn't so
sure.  She wasn't thinking of Nina as another woman, someone who
shared the same biological characteristics.  The labels lesbian or
bisexual as might be applied to the two of them didn't even seem
to have the meaning they might once have had.  All that was real
was that they were two people who made each other feel good.

	"Can I ask you a question?"  Nina said as they moved slowly
across the clear center of her apartment.

	"Sure,"  Tracy answered, enjoying the warmth of her body.

	"Why did you say yes when I invited you here?"

	"Is it important?"  Tracy asked in turn.

	"Not really, I was just curious, that's all."

	"Why do you think I said yes?"

	"I'm not really sure,"  Nina answered as she held the woman
in her arms even tighter.  "If I wanted to hazard a guess, I would
say it was just curiosity or maybe a long held fantasy."

	"If that was the case,"  Tracy said as she pressed her head
against Nina's breasts,  "would it be a problem?"

	"No, not really,"  the dark haired woman replied, running her
hand across the exposed flesh of Tracy's back.  "I'm not one of
those women who has to be in love with someone in order to sleep
with them, or else needs to make something into more than it really
is.  Like I said, I was just curious, that's all."

	"Well let's just say that I'm here and leave it at that,"
Tracy said as she tilted her head upward to kiss her would be lover
again.

	"It works for me,"  Nina said in the moment before their lips
met.  After that, no more words were needed.

			          -=-=-=-

	Their kiss this time was gentle at first, with an enticing
sweetness between them.  Nina opened her mouth and felt Tracy's
tongue sliding against her own, letting the inexperienced lover take
the lead for a moment.  A deep moan issued from the dark woman's
lips as she felt both of Tracy's hands groping her fabric-covered
mounds.  The touch was awkward, like that of a teenage boy, but
also nice in a way.  All in all, she didn't mind, there was plenty of
time to show her how to do it right.

	They shared a second kiss, longer and deeper than the first
and in the midst of it, control shifted to Nina.  Her hands ran up
Tracy's bare arms and across her shoulders.  The titillating touch
caused the pale skinned redhead to shiver in excitement.

	Nina continued onward, running her fingers through the
short mop of red hair and down her back.  Their eyes met for a
moment as they exchanged a silent look.  Tracy leaned forward and
their lips brushed against each other once more.  More a graze
than a kiss, it was a acknowledgment that she wanted Nina to take
her totally.

	Tracy pulled back from the caress, only to be stopped by
Nina as she pulled her back to her waiting lips.  This time the kiss
was fiery, filled with passion.  Their tongues passed back and
forth, sharing the reservoirs of desire building within each of their
bodies.  Moans and quiet whimpers echoed against the soft music
around them as their bodies pressed so hard against each other as
to be almost one.

	Through the thin green dress, Nina could feel Tracy's
hardened nipples as the slim girl hadn't bothered to wear a bra
under her outfit.  Nina brought one hand up along the redhead's
right side, stroking the soft curve of her small rounded breast,
then slid it across her chest to cup it in its entirety.

	"Oh yesss!"  Tracy whispered with eager breath.

	"Feels good baby, doesn't it?"  Nina whispered into Tracy's
ear as she licked the outer edge of it.  "Just remember what it
felt like when you do the same for me."

	The lesson taught, Nina glided her hand back across Tracy's
bust and around to the zipper on the back of her dress.  With an
infinite slowness, she pulled it down, exposing the light skinned
flesh beneath it, one inch at a time.

	Finally, she reached a point where the once tight dress lost
all cohesion and it collapsed of its own accord, falling to the floor
around Tracy's ankles, leaving her in only the simple white panties
she had wore beneath it.  Nina's eyes dropped to the bright pink
nipples standing at attention in the center of the younger woman's
mounds, her look that of unabashed appreciation.

	"You are beautiful!"  Nina said, repeating her earlier
assessment, taking in all of the younger woman's petite form.

	"No I'm not," Tracy protested.  "I'm too skinny and my
breasts are too small."

	"Honey, you've got to stop seeing yourself through other
people's eyes,"  Nina said, "and appreciate the beauty that
nature's given you."

	As if to underscore her words, Nina lowered her mouth to
one of those pink circles and closed her lips around it.  An action
that once more sent a moan from Tracy.  Sliding her hand under
the breast in her mouth, Nina cupped it gently while her other
hand caressed its twin.

	Tracy's moans grew ever louder, coming from deep within
her, as Nina moved to her other breast, bringing to it the same
delights.  The dark haired woman dropped to her knees as she
sucked first gently, and then harder at her prize, using her other
hand to tweak the second nipple at the same time.  Then she
reversed her attentions once more.

	After having her fill of Tracy's sweet globes, Nina moved on
to the main course.  She released her hold and moved her hands
down to the top of those simple white panties.  A broad smile filled
her face as she saw that they were no longer exactly white, seeing
as there was a large damp stain on the lower part of them.

	Nina's fingers moved just as slowly as before as she moved
the panties down Tracy's legs, unveiling the tightly trimmed red
bush beneath.  Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed the
center of it, savoring the tangy taste now on her lips.

	Nina kissed her sex again, only this time the older woman
reached out with both hands and spread her legs apart.  Then she
brought back one hand and parted the folds of her sex as well,
rubbing two fingers lightly over it until Tracy's excited clitoris
came into view.

	Tracy let out a deep breath as she felt Nina take her in her
mouth, her tongue caressing the center of her being.  Her hands
closed around the top of Nina's head, leaning against her for
support.  She closed her eyes as Nina reached out with her tongue,
penetrating deep inside her, brushing against her sugar walls.  The
dark haired woman set a fast and furious pace, even as her thumb
moved to rub Tracy's clit in concert.  Soft movements that were
quickly translated to waves of rapture that washed across her
body.

	"Mother of God!"  Tracy called out as a particularly powerful
surge ripped through her.

	A rush that was repeated more and more with each tick of
the clock on the wall as Nina continued her thrusts.  Each of which
was met by a verbal and physical reaction from Tracy.

	The twenty-four year old's moans and exclamations were
like the sweetest symphony to Nina's ears, prompting her to put
even more effort into her task.

	An effort that proved to be unnecessary as Nina felt
Tracy's body grow stiff a few moments later, just as she took her
tiny nub between her lips one last time.

	"Ooooooo..."  was all the redhead managed to gasp as her
body began to spasm, cutting off any attempt at coherent speech.

	Not that either woman looking for creative conversation at
that moment.  Nina pressed her hands hard against the cheeks of
Tracy's ass, pressing her womanhood tight against her face.  At
the same time, she reached in as far as she could with her tongue,
savoring the explosion between the receptionist's legs.

	"Mmmmmmm,"  Nina managed to add to the resonance of
Tracy's orgasm, drinking deep of the honeyed nectar that filled
her mouth.

	"Ooooooo,"  Tracy said in a much softer tone as she felt the
last of her release pass, leaving both a warm afterglow and a
wobbly feeling in her legs.

	Nina lifted herself from between Tracy's legs, rising back
to her full height.  She took the redhead in her arms and kissed
her gently,  sharing the fruits of her climax as she gently stroked
her hair.

	"That was ... really ... something ..."  Tracy managed to say
once she regained her balance.

	Nina smiled her agreement, then glanced past Tracy at the
clock on the wall.

	"And only an hour later than I promised,"  she said with a
grin, her voice filled with the promise of more to come.

	It was a promise that was not lost on Tracy.

			          -=-=-=-

	"Now it's my turn,"  Nina said as she took Tracy's hand and
led her toward the bed.

	She sat Tracy down on the edge of the small captain's bed
and took a step back. She slid off her jacket and tossed it off to
the side, coming to rest on a nearby chair.  Her hands went to the
bottom of her white blouse and with began to work the buttons
from bottom to top.  Tracy's eyes opened wide as more and more
olive hued flesh became visible, a reaction that surprised her
greatly.  After all, this would hardly be the first woman she'd seen
naked in her life.

	She drew a deep breath as the blouse followed Nina's
jacket,  revealing two large mounds held in check by a transparent
bra that looked much too fragile to hold such bounty in check.

	Nina reached for the metal clasp between her cups, slipping
it free and then releasing it.  The effect was instantaneous as her
breasts burst free, bouncing in the air only a dozen inches from
Tracy's face.  Large dark areola the size of the palm of the
smaller woman's hand dominated the globes, in the center of which
stood erect nipples the size of her pinkie tip.

	Tracy's mouth opened wide in astonishment as well as she
took a second look.  She had never seen anything like Nina's body.
Neither totally feminine or masculine, it seems to combine the best
of both.  It was the most beautiful form the redhead had ever
seen and she wished she could just sit there and admire it.

	But that was time that Nina wasn't about to give her.
Taking advantage of her stunned reaction, Nina closed the small
distance between them and slipped the tip of her right breast
between the younger woman's lips.

	"Mmmmm,"  Nina purred as she felt Tracy's lips instinctively
close around her nipple, her tongue already massaging the rigid
stub.

	Next to wondering what it might be like to kiss another
woman, Tracy's biggest curiosity had been how it would feel to
suck on her breasts.  She had played with the nipples of male
lovers, caressing them with her tongue, but it really wasn't the
same.  Her hands came up and she squeezed the soft flesh in front
of her, rubbing her fingers across it, marveling at their warmth.

	"Oh yeah, baby,"  Nina said as she ran her finger through
Tracy's hair, applying pressure to the back of her head and
pressing her nipple deeper into her willing mouth.  "Suck those tits,
show me how much you love them."

	And love them Tracy certainly did.  Drawing Nina's  nipple as
far inside her mouth as she could, she tickled it over and over with
her wet tongue, alternating gentle strokes with tiny bites.  A
rotation that greatly pleased the endowed woman in her arms.

	After a while, she extended her ministrations to Nina's
other mound, giving it the same loving care.  Now she understood
why men loved women with large breasts so much.  Playing with
them was such a rush.

	Tracy bounced from one mound to the other, as if trying to
decide which she liked the best, but at the same time making sure
neither breast was denied attention. She would nibble on one and
grope the other, keeping up a constant level of pleasure in both.

	Nina gave her new lover all the time she wanted to play with
her mounds, remembering her own excitement the first time she
had touched another woman in that way.  It was a memory that
added to her enjoyment.

	Still using one hand and her mouth to play with Nina's
mounds, Tracy moved her other hand down to the older woman's
waist, trying to undo the belt that held up her slacks.  It was hard
for her to work it with one hand so Nina reached down and undid it
for her.  Freed of that obstacle, the redhead quickly went to work
on the zipper, pulling it all the way down in one quick stroke.

	Finding it impossible to go any further and still play with
Nina's breasts, Tracy reluctantly let them fall free.  She was sure,
however, that she would have another chance at them before the
night was over.

	Now with both hands to work with, she gripped the edges of
Nina's slacks and pulled them down, pausing only long enough for
Nina to step out of them and her slip off shoes.  A equally quick
motion pulled down Nina's panties as well and a quick kick sent
them in the same direction as the pants.

	Nina's mound was covered with a thick mat of black, curly
hair.  It was more hair than Tracy had ever seen on another
woman, not that she'd really had the opportunity to take a close
look at that many women.  Spread out across her pelvic region in a
wild and natural state, she found it strangely erotic.

	Tracy reached out with her fingers and lightly brushed the
wiry hair, surprised at how wet it was.  She was close enough to be
filled with the scent of Nina's arousal.  A pleasant, musky smell
that made her want to taste the older woman even more.

	With an excited, yet hesitant touch, Tracy moved her
fingers along the deep furrow between Nina's legs, then slid two of
them inside.  A motion that caused Nina to give a satisfying groan
in response.

	"Yes . . . yes," Nina groaned. "Touch me right there."

	Tracy did just that, walking her fingers up and down Nina's
wet flesh until Nina was even wetter with anticipation.  Then she
slid first one, then two fingers into her depths, moving them back
and forth in quick succession, playing with Nina like she knew she
herself liked to be played with.

	"Yes, just like that,"  Nina panted in way of encouragement,
words mixed with deep, resounding moans.

	Tracy's pace soon became frantic, pumping in and out of
Nina with determined intensity.  As she did, she could feel the
walls of Nina's womanhood pressing against her fingers, the
number of which had grown to four.

	Along with those fingers buried deep, Tracy moved her
thumb to caress the hard center of Nina's sex, causing Nina to
buck wildly with the added pleasure.  The unspoken message was
that she wanted more, and the neophyte lover was only too willing
to give it.  She pressed her hand even deeper, until Nina began to
shudder from the intensity of her touch.  And still, it wasn't
enough.

	"Suck me!"  Nina cried out,  "I want you to fuck me with your
tongue!"

	Tracy had been thinking exactly the same thought.  She
couldn't wait to taste the juices that covered her hand.  She
pulled back her fingers and was about to replace them with her
mouth, but was stopped by Nina.

	"No, not like that,"  Nina said as she stopped her with out
outstretched hand,  "lay on the bed, I'll get on top of you."

	Giving in to the voice of experience, Tracy did as she was
told.  No sooner was she on her back than Nina climbed onto the
bed and swung a muscular leg over her body.  Just as quickly, she
moved up towards the headboard until her moist sex was only
inches above Tracy's face.

	"Tell me how much you want me," Nina said as she held
herself just out of Tracy's reach.

	"I want you," Tracy said in a desperate voice,  "I want you so
bad it hurts."

	Satisfied with the answer, Nina braced herself against the
headboard with her hands and lowered herself onto Tracy.  The
younger woman wasted no time in assaulting the sex pressed
against her mouth with all of her enthusiasm.  Her tongue moved
back and forth, covering every inch of exposed pinkness.

	Her heart was racing yet again as the overwhelming taste
of Nina's womanhood filled her.  Her lips found the exposed clit,
kissing it at first, then closing around it with determination.  Every
touch, every caress, sent joyous spikes into Nina and Tracy's
tongue continued to burrow deep within.

	And still, despite Tracy's resolve, Nina knew it wasn't going
to be enough.  Pleasing as her efforts were, and there was nothing
wrong in what she was doing, she was just too inexperienced to
close that last hurdle between the plateau they had reached and
that on which lay much sought after bliss.  At least not without a
little help.

	"I have an idea that I think you'll like,"  Nina said as she
lifted herself off of the woman beneath her, her tone giving no
clue that her efforts had been anything but satisfactory.

	Before Tracy could agree or raise an objection, Nina had
rolled over to the side of the bed and pulled open one of the
drawers below.  She reached inside it and pulled out something
that Tracy couldn't quite see at first.  In wasn't until she heard a
soft buzzing in the air that she realized what the older woman now
held.

	"Oh my,"  Tracy said as she looked at the long, at least
eighteen inch, black wand.  As long as a Policeman's baton, it put
the little six-inch toy she kept so well hidden at home to shame.

	"Just lay back and relax,"  Nina said,  "you're going to love
this."

	Intrigued, Tracy stretched out on the bed and Nina reached
out with the tip of the huge vibrator and placed it between the
prone woman's small breasts.  She could immediately feel the
gentle vibrations passing through her flesh and thought that aside
from its size, it really wasn't much different than hers after all.

	"It has three power settings,"  Nina said, almost as if she
was a saleswoman for the product,  moving the wand back and
forth across Tracy's breasts, stopping at her pink nipples and
massaging each of them for a few seconds.  "Low, which is what
it's on now,  medium which is what most people tend to use, plus
high, which I personally like to refer to as Oh My God!"

	As Tracy digested that description, Nina pushed the switch
to the middle setting.  A louder hum filled the air as the Hispanic
woman guided the tip across Tracy's stomach and down between
her legs.

	"Ooooo,"  Tracy gasped as the vibrating head came to rest
against her sex.

	Nina let it rest there for a while, moving it up and down ever
so slowly while she leaned forward and kissed Tracy, first on her
lips, then on each breast.  Then she placed her body on top of
Tracy's, their breasts rubbing against each other, nipple to nipple.
The wand was now wedged between both of their legs, held in place
by her weight.

	"Now, isn't this better,"  she said as nuzzled her cheek
against Tracy's and kissed her neck.

	"Oh yes,"  Tracy replied,  "this is wonderful."

	Both of them began to rock and grind their bodies against
the other, keeping time to both the music and each new cascading
wave erupting from between their legs.  Flesh rubbed against
flesh, covered in sweaty desire as it neared a fevered pitch.
Billows tore though them until they teetered on the edge.

	Sensations that continued to increase with each passing
heartbeat, until they were almost one in their passions.  More
beads of sweat covered their backs and breaths shortened.
Already they were in a warm, comfortable place that both would've
been happy to remain.  Well at least one of them.

	Not saying a word, Nina surreptitiously slipped her hand
back down between them and flipped the wand to its highest
setting.  Then she grabbed Tracy and held her even tighter.

	It didn't take a handful of breaths for Tracy to realize
what had happened, or why Nina had referred to level three as she
had.  Like a match to a pool of gasoline, both of their clits
exploded in orgasmic fury, sending them hurdling over the cliff and
into the abyss.

	It was a climax that seemed to travel back and forth
between each of their bodies, increasing in intensity with each
passage.  It lasted both forever and only a few seconds, finally
reducing in scope until only the memory remained.  A memory that
would not be quick in fading.  Even after Nina had shut the vibrator
totally off, Tracy was sure she could still feel its resonance deep
inside her.

			          -=-=-=-

	The clock on the wall now stood at half past two.  They had
been at it for nearly two hours, something Tracy found incredible.
No lovemaking session with a guy had lasted half this long.  She
couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so wonderfully tired.
Holding Nina tight against her, she closed her eyes and relived the
memories of their journey, wanting to hold onto them as long as
she could.

	"Ready for round three, love?"  Nina asked as she kissed the
redhead's hand, slipping her fingers into her mouth and licking off
the dried orgasmic residue that had covered them earlier.

	"Round three?"  Tracy said in disbelief.

	"Did you think I was kidding before at the party?'

	"No, but I ... "

	"Of course if you're too tired we could..."

	"No, I'm not too tired,"  Tracy quickly answered, wondering
where this woman, who was almost ten years older than her, found
the strength.

	"Great!"  Nina called out as she hopped up out of the bed in a
burst of energy.

	Dropping down beside the bed, Nina again opened the drawer
in the base of the bed.  Tracy was almost afraid what she would
produce from it next.  Afraid, yet intrigued at the same time.

	"Since you also like guys,"  Nina said as she started standing
up again,  "I thought you might like to give this a go.  I'm not much
for being on the receiving end, but I do like wearing it."

	As soon as she heard Nina's words, Tracy had a good idea of
what she was talking about.  She had never actually seen one
before, except maybe in pictures on a few websites she had
explored out of curiosity.  Yet, if the baton they had just used
gave her pause, the large rubber toy in Nina's hand almost made
her head for the door.

	It had to be at least ten inches long, and thicker than any
man Tracy had known in the biblical sense.  She could almost close
her eyes and imagine it was the real thing, seeing that it was so
lifelike, right down to the veins along the shaft and the balls
hanging below.  Around the base was a leather harness, complete
with long straps that you could tie around your legs and waist.

	"What do you think?"  Nina asked, holding the artificial cock
up higher so that Tracy could get a better view.

	"What do I think?"  Tracy thought,  "I think I went to the
party tonight with the idea that maybe I'd dance a little and have
a good time.  That I might even wind up blowing one of the guys, if
not letting him get between my legs, if it really felt right.  Instead
I've gone to bed with a woman, had two of the best orgasms of my
life, and now she wants to fuck me.  What do I think?"

	"Tracy?"  Nina asked after a few moments, reminding her
lover for the night that she was still waiting for an answer.

	Five seconds passed, then ten, and still no words came from
her mouth.

	"Tracy???"

			          -=-=-=-


	"Fuck me, fuck me harder,"  Tracy cried out as the woman
behind her slammed her strap on cock deep into her once again.
"God in heaven, I need it so bad and it feels so, so good!"

	Nina had been fucking Tracy for almost a half hour now,
bringing her to the brink of a climax and then backing off.  Only to
then start over once more from the beginning.  It was a pattern
that was driving the younger woman mad with lust - and she was
loving it.

	Nina moved her hands up and down Tracy's body as she
continued to fuck her with increasing ferocity.  Her fingers closed
tight against the redhead's small breasts, squeezing them and
playing with the nipples.  Nina always got off being in control, and
there was no time she was more in control than when she was
fucking another woman.

	Totally drenched in the combined sweat of their third bout
of lovemaking, Tracy moaned like an animal as she clutched the
sheet beneath even harder in her tightly balled hands.  Never in
the seven years she'd been sexually active had she ever
experienced anything like what she was feeling now.  If this was
her last night on Earth, she would only have one wish - that she
reached orgasm before she died.

	Already, Nina had taken her further than she had imagined
possible, and if she would just go on a little longer, Tracy knew
heaven was hers.  She was so close she could taste it.

	Nina pushed Tracy's head and shoulders down against the
mattress, giving her even greater leverage.  The friction of her
strap on against her own sex was enough to drive her into
pre-orgasmic fits as well.  Pulling out of her lover at the verge of
orgasm grew harder each time, but still she knew she had to do it
at least once more.

	"Noooo!"  Tarcy's mind screamed as she felt the pressure
within her fade as Nina withdrew again.  How could she do it when
she was so nearly there.

	It was a complaint that she dared not give voice to, for fear
that Nina might stop for good, not just long enough for her to cool
down and have to start up that steep hill to nirvana again.

	This time however, the pause only lasted seconds.  Just long
enough for Nina to turn Tracy over onto her back and press deep
inside her once more.  The realization that they were going to
reach that mountaintop this time brought an almost indescribable
joy to the young redhead.

	Tracy screamed in ecstasy as Nina drove her inorganic
manhood deep within her, burying its full length.  Their bodies
became once again one, their burning flesh glowing with passion.

	Face to face, their lips met, their tongues intertwined even
as their bodies quaked in anticipation of a heart-stopping
explosion.

	With her last vestiges of strength, fueled by the blind
desires of lust, Nina continued to pump away.  She knew she
couldn't keep it going much longer, but also knew she didn't need
much more.

	Tracy sensed the same thing as she wrapped her legs around
Nina's waist, as if she feared she would play a cruel joke on her
and once again take her joy away at the last moment.  This was not
to be, because not even Nina had the strength to deny herself
what she knew was about to come.

	"Fuck me!"  Tracy screamed at the top of her lungs, loud
enough to have awaken the people on the first floor had they been
home.  Even if she had been in her own basement room, in her
parent's house, she wouldn't have cared.

	One deep, final thrust and they were there.  The violent
eruption that had been building was unleashed and nothing could
contain it.  Their bodies shook uncontrollably as the fires consumed
them.

	They had no words to describe what they felt, not even to
each other.  All they knew was that it was good.  So very good.

	They also knew, there would be no fourth attempt.  Like a
forest fire that had all the air sucked out of it by an explosion, all
of their passions had been extinguished in one soul shattering
moment.

			          -=-=-=-

	Tracy slept the sleep of the dead all day Sunday.  When she
finally crawled out of bed around dinnertime, she didn't even
remember how she got home or what state she had been when she
got there.  Hopefully, it was in a respectable enough state that her
parents didn't ask too many questions about where she had been.

	Wrapping herself in her robe, she headed upstairs where
her family was just finishing dinner.

	"Well look who finally decided to join us,"  Karen Smith said
as she noticed her older sister appear in the doorway that led up
from the basement .

	"You must've had a really good time last night,"  her father
said, causing Tracy to carefully listen to his tone for signs of
disapproval.

	Hearing none, the twenty-four breathed a silent sigh of
relief.  Evidently, she had made it home in a presentable form.

	"Would you like me to make you something to eat, dear?"
her mother, Donna asked.

	"No thank you, Mom,"  Tracy said,  "I think what I'd really
like to do is just go back to bed.  I'm still pretty beat."

	"Okay, dear,"  her mother replied with an understanding
grin.

	"Oh Tracy,"  Brian Smith said as she began to turn, causing
her to stop in mid-motion and turn back around.

	"Yes, Dad?"

	"I understand that last night was a special occasion, so I'm
not going to say anything about your staying out all night,"  he said,
this time a seriousness in his voice.  "But I don't expect you to be
making a habit of it.  Not while you're still living under my roof."

	"Don't worry, Dad,"  I don't think I could ever have another
night like last night if I tried."

	With that, she headed back up to her room, to still much
needed sleep and thoughts filled with the magic of mistletoe, and a
night when she'd had her Christmas stocking truly stuffed.

END


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