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	Joy And Happiness
	by Ann Douglas
	(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

	"Can I get you anything else?"  the white haired waitress
asked.

	"No thank you,"  the darker haired young woman in the booth
replied as she looked up from the magazine she had been reading,
glancing as she did at the half filled coffee cup to her left.  "I'm
fine."

	The waitress, her name tag identified as Rhonda, smiled as
she totaled up the check, leaving it on the edge of the table
before heading off to check on another of her customers.

	It had been the third time the twenty-six year old had read
the article since coming into the coffee shop.  Not that she didn't
already know every word by heart before she'd even opened the
cover.  The most important of which were the simple words under
the title - "by Michelle Petrocelli."

	After four years of doing all the grunt work that every
fledgling writer had to endure, it felt good to finally see her own
byline.  Having their own feature article was a dream that most of
the friends she'd gone to journalism school had yet to see.

	"Congratulations,"  Sally Kirkland, her editor at the magazine
had said only a few hours before when she had presented Michelle
with an advance copy of this week's printing to have as a memento.
"Now go out and do something to celebrate, because come Monday
morning I'm going to have a new assignment for you and I'm not
going to care what you did for me this week."

	"I'm ready to start on it now,"  Michelle had said in an
eagerness that the veteran editor had seen all too often.

	"No,"  she grinned in reply, "there'll be plenty of time for
you to start on it after the weekend.  It's not every day that a
writer gets her first byline, you should go out and celebrate.  Take
in a show, go to a bar, get drunk, get laid, do something to mark
the occasion."

	Hiding her disappointment at not being able to jump right
back into the pool, Michelle took the copy of next week's magazine
and left Sally to her work.  After having sacrificed so much to get
where she was that moment, the one thing uppermost on her mind
was to make sure that she stayed there.  To prove that she really
was a great writer and not a one story wonder as she'd seen others
turn out to be.

	The problem with celebrating, Michelle thought as she
reached out for the last of the coffee, was that it really wasn't
much fun to do alone.  Her family was up in Connecticut, and hadn't
really been all that enthusiastic as to her choice of professions in
the first place.  Friends were few and far in between, especially at
the office where trying to make a place for yourself among the
limited space of a weekly publication didn't make for close
associations.

	The attractive young woman didn't even have a boyfriend at
the moment, at least not one that she wanted to celebrate with.
The few guys she'd been with since her break up with Kevin Shaw
last Christmas had all been rather forgettable.  Warm bodies to
sometimes share her bed, but not her life.

	The truth was she still missed Kevin, and regretted how
their three-year relationship had turned out.  Six years her senior,
the architect had been just about everything a woman could've
wanted in a man.  Handsome, intelligent, caring, and great in the
sack.  The only problem was that Kevin had reached a point in his
life where he wanted to get married and settle down.  A place
Michelle felt was still at least a few years in her future.  There
were still so much that she wanted to do before then.

	The two of them had parted as friends, but Michelle knew
that it was a friendship that would quickly wither on the vine.  A
mutual friend had already told her that Kevin was seeing someone
else and it was already becoming serious.

	"I guess that old song on the radio is true,"  she mused as
she drained her cup.  "The one about the clean-up woman."

	Michelle's lament was interrupted by a comment made by an
older woman in the booth across from her.  It had been made to
the woman sitting opposite her, but had been loud enough to carry.

	"Isn't that disgusting,"  the woman had said, the look on her
face reflecting her words,  "and in public yet."

	Curious, Michelle followed both women's gaze to the booth
right behind her.  She had to look back over her shoulder to see
what they were talking about, but tried to do so in a way that
looked innocuous.

	There were two girls, who looked to be on the short side of
twenty, sharing the booth.  Or more precisely, sharing half the
booth as they were both sitting on the same side and snuggling up
against each other.  Their hands were all over, touching places the
two women across the aisle would've considered highly
inappropriate even for a mixed couple.  Giggling as they looked into
each other's eyes, their mouths drew close enough to share a quick
kiss.

	"Well I never!"  Michelle heard one of the older women say
as she and her luncheon guest got up and left in indignation.

	"Maybe that's your problem,"  the writer thought as she
turned her head back around and watched the two of them go up
to the counter to pay their bill.

	Michelle, on the other hand, certainly had and wasn't put off
by the two girl's behavior in the least.  Back in the summer
between High School and College, she had been lucky enough to
have been introduced to the intimacies of girl sex by an older
woman named Samantha Clark - Worthington, the wife of a rather
prominent local businessman.  The affair had lasted all summer and
had opened the then naive eighteen year old's eyes to a world of
things.

	Additionally, she had pledged Delta Theta Phi during her
college years, the most exclusive sorority on the East Coast.  One
didn't become a member of the sisterhood without having gone
down on a few of the sisters along the way.

	But that had been a much different woman, she reminded
herself.  There came a time when you had to put aside the
adventures of youth and become a responsible adult.

	"Listen to me,"  Michelle told herself as she couldn't believe
what she had just thought.  "I can't be more than six or seven
years older than these girls and I'm still almost ten years younger
than Samantha was the night I met her."

	The memory of that night, which also happened to be the
night of her senior prom, caused the short haired brunette to also
think of Bobby Fortuna, her high school boyfriend and her date for
the dance.

	It had been the last time she had ever spoken to her one
time love.  After the prom was over, Michelle had expected Bobby
to try and take her virginity, something they had been heading
towards after a year of back seat trysts.  It was a possibility that
she didn't have a problem with, having decided that the star
quarterback of the All State Championship Team was going to be
the one.

	What happened was, however, something totally not what
she had expected.  Bobby had evidently only passed his finals by
cheating, having bought copies of the test from another student.
Since he didn't have the money to pay what he promised, he tried
to convince Michelle to pay off the other boy with a sexual favor.

	Outraged that Bobby would even think she would do such a
thing, she had walked off into the night, not having any idea where
she was going. Thankfully Samantha, who had also been returning
from another party at the North Shore Country Club where the
Prom had been held, had rescued her.  One thing had led to
another, and by morning, Michelle had indeed lost her virginity,
although not in the way she could ever have imagined.

	Bobby later got some other girl more willing to pay off his
debt and went off to Northern State on a football scholarship.
Caught up in a cheating scandal his sophomore year, that surprised
just about everyone but Michelle, he'd lost his scholarship and
wound up working for his father's lumber mill.  The last Michelle
had heard was that he'd married some girl he'd knocked up and
they were already three kids beyond that.

	Dismissing Bobby from her mind, after the three or four
seconds he had occupied it, Michelle couldn't help but steal
another glance at the booth behind her.  This time, she took a
longer, more detailed look at the two women.

	One was Asian and more than a little androgynous in
appearance.  With straight black hair, cut even shorter than
Michelle's, she had a face that defied any sexual identity.  If not
for the firm, rounded breasts quite evident beneath a sleeveless
white T-shirt, the muscular young woman in black jeans could easily
have been taken for a man.

	The other young woman was almost twice her companion's
size.  A hefty, dark brown skinned girl with breasts larger than
both Michelle and the Asian girl's together.  Long black hair
stretched down her back, framing a round, pretty face with full,
bright red lips.  Dressed in a form-fitting but not overly tight blue
dress, she was quite lovely.

	In fact, it was because that they both didn't fit society's
norm for what was considered attractive, but were nonetheless so,
that Michelle looked at them longer than she should have.  At least
as not to be considered staring as the now absent women across
the aisle had been.

	"You have a problem?"  the Asian girl unexpectedly asked
Michelle as she realized that the older woman was looking at the
two of them.

	"Me, no, not at all,"  Michelle quickly said, feeling
embarrassed at having been caught.  "I was just curious as to what
that tattoo meant?"

  	The girl's eyes glanced down to her exposed upper left arm
where a Chinese ideogram  had been tattooed.  A small look of
annoyance filled her face, an expression that Michelle was sure
indicated that the girl didn't believe her or was tired of explaining
the tattoo.

	"They're the characters for her name,"  the black girl
answered for her,  "it mean's Joy."

	"And I suppose you're Happiness?"  Michelle said without
thinking, realizing as soon as the words had left her mouth that it
was a possibly sarcastic thing to say.

	"Actually,  I am,"  the girl replied, not taking insult at all,
"how did you know?"

	"You're actually named Happiness?"

	"Not exactly,"  the girl explained,  " but my Mama named me
Hanna and that means happiness."

	"Satisfied?"  Joy asked as she picked up the check from the
table and rose to her feet.  "Let's go honey,"  she said to her
girlfriend as she headed up toward the front counter to pay their
bill.

	"Joy's not in the best of moods today,"  Hanna smiled and
said in way of an apology before following.  "It was nice meeting
you ..."

	"Michelle,"  the older girl said, realizing that she hadn't
given her own name,  "and it was nice meeting the two of you too."

	Michelle waited until they had paid their check and left
before going up to do the same.  Dropping  a bill on the table as a
tip for Rhonda, she wished she had gotten the chance to talk to
them a little more.  They seemed like a very interesting couple and
if she wanted to grow as a writer, meeting people like that seemed
valuable experience.

				-=-=-=-

	The weather was perfect for a New York autumn, and
Michelle decided to take a walk around the neighborhood and
maybe do a little shopping.  Maybe  buy herself a little something
nice to celebrate the article.

	Three stores, two hours and two something-nices later,
Michelle was feeling pretty good about herself.  Shopping was
probably third on the list of her favorites things to do.  Right
behind writing and a really great fuck.

	Having enjoyed the result of two of those things today, the
brunette was reminded that it had been quite some time since
she'd enjoyed the third.  Oh there had been a guy here and there,
but none of them had rocked her world anything like Kevin had.
God that man could fuck!

	Well that was his new girlfriend's treat now, she reminded
herself as she headed for yet another store.  She had no one to
blame for that but herself.  Still, there were times when she really
wondered if she had made the right decision.

	But Kevin, like Bobby, was in her past.  The future, was right
around the corner.  Who knew what that would bring?

	In this case, as the twenty-six year old literally rounded the
corner of Seventh Avenue and Bleeker Street, the future came in
the form of someone from the past.  Only a few hours in the past
to be precise.  Joy and Hanna, the two girls from the diner.

	"Excuse me,"  Michelle said as she narrowing missed running
into the couple, before she recognized who they were.

	"Hi there!"  Hanna said, a broad smile on her face.  "Imagine
running into you again."

	"Yeah, imagine,"  Joy echoed, the inflection in her voice
saying more than her words.

	"Hello again,"  Michelle said as she looked first at Hanna, and
then at Joy.

	To people passing them by, the three women made an unusual
sight.  Then again, in this part of Manhattan, unusual sights were
usually the norm.

	Aside from being the oldest, Michelle was also the shortest
of the group.  Only an inch or so separated her and Hanna, but Joy
was almost a half-foot taller than both of them.  The writer was
also dressed a lot more conservatively in a green pants suit and
comfortable loafers.

	They exchanged a few more pleasantries, or at least
Michelle and Hanna did, as Joy looked on with a dispassionate face.
It was obvious that she couldn't wait for them to be on their way,
an event that looked to be even more delayed when Hanna noticed
the store name on the side of one of Michelle's bags.

	"Oh my goodness, you went to D'Angelo's,"  Hanna gushed,
"I adore that place.  We can't afford anything in it, be we love to
just go and look."

	"I guess it is kind of pricey," Michelle said, remembering
that not everyone grew up always having money for silly things like
D'Angelo's.

	"Can I see?"  Hanna asked as she peeked into the bag.

	"Sure, why not,"  Michelle replied, always anxious to show
off a new article of clothing.

	With that, Hanna reached into the bag and lifted out a
bright purple and gold scarf.  Her eyes opened wide with
admiration as she wrapped it around her neck and looked at her
reflection in the closest store window.

	"Oh baby, doesn't it look great,"  Hanna asked Joy as she
admired the scarf.

	"Honey, you make anything look great,"  Joy said, her face
forming a smile for the first time since Michelle had met her.

	Leaning closer to the older woman, Joy asked her, in a low
voice that only the two of them could hear, how much the scarf
had cost.  The answer that Michelle gave caused that smile to turn
back into a frown.

	"Someday I'll be able to buy things like this,"  Hanna said as
she put it back in the small red bag.  "Maybe when I finish school."

	"What are you studying?"  the shorter woman asked, drawing
attention away from the expensive scarf.

	"I'm in Pre-Med at Empire State"  Hanna said proudly,
"made the dean's list the last two semesters."

	"Good for you,"  Michelle said in honest admiration.  "And are
you also in school?"  she asked Joy.

	"One of us has to work full time,"  Joy said,  "I'm a personal
trainer over at New Woman."

	Taking another long look at Joy's trim, muscular form,
Michelle took note that the tall Asian woman was a walking
advertisement for her services.

	"And what do you do?"  Joy asked Michelle, conscious of the
fact that the shorter woman's eyes lingered on her perhaps a bit
too long.

	"I'm a writer,"  Michelle replied, explaining that the
magazine she worked for was coming out on Monday with her first
feature article.

	"That's so exciting,"  Hanna said,  "isn't it Joy?"

	"Makes me all a tingle,"  Joy quipped, as she made a motion
of glancing at her watch.

	"I guess we should be going,"  Hanna said, catching the
obvious hint.

	"It was nice running into you again,"  Michelle said, sorry to
see the brief encounter end so soon.  "Maybe we'll run into each
other again one of these days."

	"You really mean that?"  Hanna asked.

	"Of course I do."

	"Joy, maybe we could ..."  Hanna started to say, but was cut
off by her girlfriend's look.

	"Look, Michelle,"  Joy said,  "I don't have anything against
you, but Hanna and I have plans for the afternoon."

	"I totally understand,"  Michelle said.

	"Since Hanna obviously likes you, I'd invite you along but I'm
pretty sure you wouldn't be into what we have in mind."

	"You might be surprised,"  Michelle heard herself say,
surprised at the words that spilled out of her mouth.

	"Yeah right,"  Joy laughed.

	A moment passed, giving Joy a chance to consider that
Michelle might actually be serious.

	"You do know what I'm talking about, don't you?"  she asked,
wanting to be sure that Michelle hadn't misinterpreted what she
meant.

	"Let me hazard a guess,"  Michelle said with a grin.  "You and
your lovely lady here were going to spend the afternoon fucking
each other's brains out."

	"Something like that." Joy grinned.

	"Not a bad way to spend the rest of the day,"  Michelle
commented, realizing that her own lack of sexual relief was taking
her in a direction she hadn't considered in a very long time.

	Another long pause passed, until Joy asked, "Do you think
you'd be into that?"

	Michelle also let a moment go by, just long enough for her to
glance in Hanna's direction and see the expectant look on her face
as she waited for the brunette's answer.

	"It wouldn't be the first time,"  Michelle grinned.

	"No shit,"  Joy grinned as well, thinking that maybe she had
read this woman wrong.

	"Would you like to come home with us?" Hanna quickly cut in,
her heart skipping a beat.  "We only live a few blocks from here."

	Realizing that things were going a little too fast, and not
wanting to jump in where she might cause a problem, Michelle
didn't rush to answer.  Instead she turned to Joy to see what she
thought of her girlfriend's suggestion.

	"We sometimes play with others," Joy simply said, again the
inflection in her voice adding to the simple statement.  Her tone
saying that she wouldn't be adverse to the offer her lover had
made.

	"Might be fun,"  Michelle said, not really giving an answer.

	"Buttercup, it would be a lot more than fun,"  Joy corrected
her as her mouth twisted into the wickedest of smiles.

				-=-=-=-

	Home turned out to be a four-story walk up above a dry
cleaning store.  Three rooms in all, the kitchen was only slightly
larger than the bathroom, which in of itself consisted of little
more than a stand-up shower, a commode and a sink.  But the only
room that interested the trio at the moment was of course the
combination living room/bedroom, and Michelle was glad to see
that was definitely full sized.

	The bed was easily large enough for three, with room to
spare.  Oversized pillows rested against the wrought iron
headboard, and a bright red comforter covered a sturdy mattress.
The rest of the furniture was typical of what you'd find in a
college student's apartment.

	"Very nice,"  Michelle said as she stood at the bottom of the
bed, thinking the apartment was actually a lot better than her own
dorm room back in college.

	"I know what else is very nice,"  Joy said as she pressed up
against Michelle's back, hard enough that the older woman could
feel the swell of her breasts.

	"Mmmmm,"  Michelle softly purred as Joy brought her hand
around and cupped the underside of the brunette's left breast,
squeezing the soft flesh and rubbing against her nipple with her
thumb and forefinger.

	Out of the corner of her eye, Michelle caught sight of
Hanna resting against a low standing chest.  For the moment at
least, she seemed content to just watch her lover and their guest.
Michelle's attention was immediately drawn back to the Asian girl
as Joy tilted her head back and brought their lips together.

	It had been a number of years since Michelle had felt the
kiss of another woman in quite the same way.  Feeling Joy's nimble
tongue pressing deep into her mouth to caress her own, the
budding writer was reminded how different it could be from that
of a man.  Different, but quite enjoyable in it's own right.

	Sliding her hands along Michelle's waist, Joy brought them
back up and cupped both mounds this time, repeating the forceful
motions of her single hand.  Then she pulled them back, taking with
them the light green jacket of the older woman's pants suit.

	Before the jacket could fall to the floor, Joy's hands
returned.  This time they quickly worked their way down the thin
line of buttons holding Michelle's white blouse together.  It fell
loose along her sides, exposing a matching green bra that displayed
more of her charms than a more modest woman might have desired.

	Michelle's blouse followed her jacket as Joy took a wide
step back, turning the shorter brunette as she moved.  The Asian
woman let out a low whistle of appreciation as she surveyed the
valley of delight in front of her.  Gripping the bottom of her own
shirt, Joy pulled it up and over her head in one quick action.  Her
own rounded mounds stood naked, a bra not being something she
normally bothered with.  Michelle let out a quiet but no less
appreciative sigh as her eyes focused on the dark quarter-sized
areola that capped both mounds.

	Joy stepped forward, closing the gap between them.  Her
open hands closed against Michelle's clothe covered breasts as
their mouths met once more in a kiss.  Even as they embraced,
Michelle felt a second set of hands on her as Hanna finally joined
in, pressing tight against her back, her prodigious mounds rubbing
against the exposed flesh.

	Hanna slipped her fingers past the elastic that held tight
Michelle's pants, briefly brushing her fingers against the damp
panties beneath.  Then, dropping to her knees, the darker skinned
girl pulled down the pants, revealing the other half of Michelle's
lingerie set.

	Those same fingers danced across the cheeks of Michelle's
ass, followed in their wake by the soft press of Hanna's lips and
tongue.  The long haired girl rose back to her feet, turning her
attention to the tiny clasp holding together Michelle's thin bra.  A
restraint also gone a moment later.

	Joy felt the hindrance to her touch slacken and lifted her
hands to let it fall free.  Michelle took the opportunity to show her
appreciation to Hanna with a kiss equally as intense as those she
had already shared with the Asian girl.  Each of their tongues
danced erotically against the other.

	Joy's fingers, meanwhile, were performing a dance of their
own across Michelle's small breasts, paying particular attention to
the tiny, stiff nipples pointing outward.  She leaned inward and
quickly planted a wet kiss on each of them, alternating the press of
her lips with a dash of her tongue.

	"Oh yes,"  Michelle moaned loudly as Hanna withdrew her
tongue.

	Hanna took a further step back, taking a moment to unzip
her dress and slide it down over her body.  Her dark breasts hung
heavy against the confines of her thick bra, the whiteness of
which matched the large size panties that covered her womanhood.
Both quickly joined the dress on the floor as the nineteen year old
shed her undergarments as easily as her inhibitions.

	Following her lead, Michelle shed the last of her own lingerie
as she pulled down her own panties and dropped them on the
growing pile.  As she undid her shoes and stocking, she caught sight
of Joy to her left, echoing the actions of the other two women.
Pulling down her black leather pants, she revealed both a lack of
undergarments and pubic hair as well.

	Michelle couldn't help but compare the contrast between
the two lovers.  As a physical trainer, Joy had the kind of body
that most women could only dream about.  She was willing to bet
her paycheck that the Asian woman's body didn't have an excess
ounce of fat anywhere on it.  While her breasts were only slightly
larger than the older woman's own, they appeared much more solid.
Including the shaved area between her legs, there appeared to be
a noticeable absence of body hair.

	Hanna was almost a total opposite, but quite sexy in her own
way.  Thinking back to the art courses she's taken in college,
Rubenesque came to mind as Michelle tried to describe the black
girl's body.  Large heavy breasts hung free, with areola the size of
the palm of her hand capping each one.  A thick mat of tight, curly
black hair hid the prize between her thighs, but Michelle was
certain she would get a close enough look at it soon enough.

	The few seconds Michelle had taken to compare Joy and
Hanna, had also been used by both of them for the same reason.
Looking at Michelle, both saw a woman who was, by any standard,
highly desirable.  Her breasts, while not at large as Hanna's or as
firm as Joy's, cried out to be touched.  She might've carried a few
more pounds than she liked, but not enough for anyone else to care.
The brown hair below her own waist had been carefully trimmed
into a small triangle, a practice she had always been highly
conscientious of.  One that her lovers had always been appreciative
of.

	The moment of dual appreciation passed and the younger
lovers closed on Michelle.  Their hands reached for Michelle's
breasts, caressing her soft flesh even as their mouths again
traded erotic kisses.  Kisses that continued even as they worked
their way down Michelle's chest until each of them took a nipple
between their lips.

	"Oh God, yes!"  Michelle moaned even louder as she felt the
wetness of their twin touch.

	Talented tongues and hands played across Michelle's body,
bringing with them memories of long ago nights when she had
shared in the delights of Sappho with her sorority sisters.
Recollections that added to the pleasures washing over her.

	Even as their mouths worked their magic on Michelle's
tender mounds, two sets of hands also brought their skills to the
brown patch between the brunette's legs.  Hanna reached down
and brushed her fingertips across the wet mound, stroking the
outer edges of Michelle's pussy.  Joy, meanwhile, pressed three
fingers past the damp folds to caress even more sensitive flesh.
With an almost blurring motion, her fingers moved in and out of
the tight passage, sending vibrating waves of delight radiating
outward.

	"Ooooooo,"  Michelle echoed as, eyes closed tightly, she
asked herself how she had ever given things like this up?

	After playing for a while, Hanna and Joy guided Michelle
over to the bed and laid her across it.  Then they split apart, with
Hanna moving up by the headboard and Joy climbing onto the
bottom of the bed.

	Not wasting a moment, Joy took hold of Michelle's legs and
lifted them apart, replacing her fingers with her tongue.  Parting
the way with outstretched hands, she shoved her tongue as deep
into Michelle as possible, tongue-fucking her hard and fast right
from the start.  Her hands slid under the older woman's ass, taking
a tight hold and giving her even greater access.

	Michelle wanted to cry out but her voice was muffled by the
press of one of Hanna's large breasts pressing against her lips.
The brunette opened her mouth wide and took in as much of the
chocolate treat as possible, her lips and tongue playing with the
thick nipple, licking, sucking, and biting the hard tip in every
possible combination.  She continued onto the soft flesh around it,
working her way back in concentric circles to the hard center.
Then she began all over again as Hanna shifted position, letting
Michelle sample its twin as well as the deep valley in-between.

	The tiny sparks that flooded Hanna's chest were but poor
imitations of those racing outward from between Michelle's legs,
but they were pleasing nonetheless.  She knew there would be
much more to come soon enough.  A taste of which was
forthcoming as reaching out with one free hand, Michelle found
the sweet spot between Hanna's legs and began to play that pearl
as well.  In no time at all, she had worked several fingers deep
inside and added to the dark skinned teenager's pleasures.

	Back and forth the three woman went, slightly changing
positions every so often, continuously adding the their collective
delights.  Echoes of passion washed over all of them, sometimes
rebounding and multiplying.  Each gave as much of themselves as
possible, sharing in their common desire.

	Then, Joy abruptly took charge, pulling them all apart.
Michelle followed Hanna's lead and quickly followed the Asian
woman's direction.  Hanna now took the head of the bed, resting
against the heavy pillows with her legs spread wide.  Michelle came
next, down on all fours with her head between Hanna's legs, only
inches from her dew covered mound.  Joy was again at the bottom
of the bed, her hands playing with the cheeks of Michelle's ass,
holding them apart to give wide access to the sweetness of the
brunette's mound she had been so enjoying all along.

	Now it was Michelle who wasted no time in getting right
down to business.  A quick mental calculation could have told her
that it had been five years and two months since the last time
she'd gone down on another woman, Courtney Carter to be exact,
one of the girls in her sorority.  But the nimble action of her
tongue as she remembered long unused skills proved she hadn't
forgotten a thing.  In no time at all, she had the younger woman
purring like a kitten as the brunette drank deep of the sweet
nectars her efforts produced.  An ambrosia she was determined to
reap the full benefits of as her ministrations grew ever more
frenzied.

	Joy had held back slightly, waiting to be sure that Hanna
was well being taken care of.  Assured that she was, she went to
work again on Michelle, alternating the thrust of her tongue with
her equally talented fingers.  The echoes of passion the twin
delights generated washed across Michelle's body, passing through
it and finding their way into Hanna as well via the equally skilled
fingers and tongue of their guest.  Hanna added to her own
enjoyment as she lifted her breasts upward, massaging then with
her tongue.

	Absorbed in the honeyed pleasures of Hanna's sex, Michelle
didn't notice at first that Joy had abandoned her own.  By the
time she did, the woman behind her had returned and she didn't
think anything of it.  Not until, a dozen heartbeats later, when she
felt a much harder pressure against the walls of her womanhood.

	In that brief interval, Joy had slid off the bed and removed
one of her favorite toys from the chest at the foot of the bed.  It
took no time at all to slip in on.  If Michelle were to tear herself
away from her Sapphic repast, which she had no intention of doing,
she would see that Joy was now equipped with a realistic strap-on
that was much more endowed than Kevin Shaw had ever dreamed
of being.

	Of course Michelle knew that size wasn't always everything,
and the that skill of the person you were with mattered just as
much as the equipment in hand.  But when you had both, heaven
could indeed be a place on Earth.  Something that Joy was happy to
demonstrate as she took hold of her "womancock" and pressed it
against the entrance of Michelle's pussy.

	Michelle's eyes opened wide at the unexpected, but familiar
sensation.  It only took the few moments that Joy used to cover
the head of her toy with an abundance of lubricating nectar for
the older brunette to realize what it was.  Just enough time for
her to prepare herself to take as much of it as she could.

	Effortlessly, Joy pressed forward, burying a third of her
length inside Michelle before pulling back.  Slowly at first, then
with an increased tempo, she repeated her actions until all of her
filled Michelle.  Then, taking a tight hold on the woman beneath
her, Joy began to fuck Michelle in earnest.

	Faster and harder, Joy brought Michelle a level of ecstasy
that few men had ever equaled.  Elation that Hanna shared in as
well as it drove Michelle to do Delta Theta Phi proud, bringing the
teenager to the edge of orgasm. An edge she teetered precariously
on.

	Joy recognized the look on her lover's face and knew that it
wouldn't take much more to put her over the top.  In a way, she
knew that she and her lover were connected by the woman
in-between them.  The pleasures Joy was bringing to Michelle,
found their way to Hanna as well.  So in bringing Michelle to
orgasm, she was doing the same to her love.

	Joy leaned forward, reaching under Michelle as her fingers
found her clit, adding to the pre-orgasmic tremors that were
taking hold of her body.  It didn't take much more effort to take
her over the edge as well.  Michelle resisted the urge to surrender
to the forces assaulting her just long enough to know that she had
brought Hanna to climax first.

	The larger girl had dropped back against the pillows as her
body quaked with orgasmic satisfaction.  Her eyes closed as she
shut out everything but the serene bliss that Michelle had brought
to her.  The familiar smile on her face brought a warm satisfaction
to Joy.

	Michelle's orgasm followed almost immediately, her body
shuddering as Joy pressed into her one final time, pressing their
bodies tightly together as she shared in her rapture.  The small
orgasm that the constant friction of the base of her womancock
against her clit didn't compare with the rapture of the other two
women, but coupled with the joy she had helped produce, it was
satisfying enough.

				-=-=-=-

	A while later, after they had untangled themselves, Joy
suggested that Michelle make use of their small shower to clean
up.  Michelle was about to decline the offer, but quickly realized
that no one was going to have to get all that close to her to know
how she'd spent the afternoon.

	By the time she emerged, clean and fresh, Joy had tossed on
a new T-shirt that clung to her own sweaty body.  Hanna, Michelle
noted, seemed to be taking a nap.

	"She does that a lot,"  Joy explained,  "especially after
someone really makes her come hard."

	Michelle smiled at the compliment.

	"You know, you're okay,"  Joy said as Michelle quickly got
dressed again.  "This afternoon was a lot more fun that I thought
it would be."

	"It was a lot of fun for me to,"  Michelle smiled.  "It made
me remember some things that I should never have forgotten."

	Joy wasn't sure what to make of that, but just nodded
nevertheless.

	"You'll say goodbye to Hanna for me?"  the older woman
asked as she put on her jacket.  "I don't want to wake her just for
that."

	"Sure,"  Joy said as she escorted Michelle to the door.
"Don't forget your shopping bags," she added as she picked up the
small one from the floor.

	The mention of the mornings shopping made Michelle realize
something.  She paused for a moment, opening one of the small
bags and took something from the bottom of it.

	"I want you to have this,"  she said as she handed the purple
and gold scarf to Joy.

	"Hey, we didn't invite you here in order to get anything,"
Joy said defensively.

	"I know that,"  Michelle smiled,  "and I wouldn't offer it as
that.  It's a gift, the sort of thing a friend gives."

	Joy still seemed reluctant.

	"For Hanna then,"  Michelle said,  "you said yourself how
beautiful she looked in it."

	"I don't have anything like that to give you in return,"  Joy
replied, having already accepted the offering under that premise.

	"Believe me, what you've given me is a lot more valuable than
any scarf,"  Michelle said as she picked up her bags and again
headed for the door,  "even one from D'Angelo's."

	A quick, almost chaste kiss followed and Michelle was on her
way out the door.

				-=-=-=-

	A month later, Michelle was walking down Seventh Avenue
and spotted the couple walking on the other side of the street.  A
happy smile filled her face when she saw the scarf wrapped around
Hanna's neck.  Whenever she thought of it, which had been often
the last few weeks, she thought of the wondrous excitement of
that afternoon.  An excitement that she knew she would never let
slip from her life ever again.

END

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