Dress Rehearsal
by Ann Douglas
Amber Hall sat in the back booth of the small diner, her
eyes lost in the black cup of coffee she had been staring at for
the last half-hour. The twenty-three year old had a big problem
and felt she had to get out of her apartment to think about it.
"Well how’s my favorite television star doing today?" the
tall black waitress asked as she walked back to the short-haired
blond with a fresh pot of coffee in her hand.
The dark-skinned twenty-one-year-old looked down at the
untouched cup of coffee sitting on the table and knew something
was wrong. Amber had been coming into the dinner for the last six
months, ever since she had gotten her role on the hit show, “Angie
O'Neil”. It had been the young woman's big break, landing the
role of Cynthia Pennington, one of Angie's office girls. She had
been almost a total unknown at the time; with only a few guest
shots to her credit.
"What's wrong, girlfriend?" Heather Cox said as she sat
down on the opposite side of the booth.
Amber and her had struck up a camaraderie of sorts over
the last months. Especially since Heather had aspirations of
becoming an actress herself, majoring in drama at the local
University. Despite her success, Amber was still a small town girl
at heart and welcomed the younger woman's friendship.
Heather knew her boss wouldn't complain if she took a little
break, it wasn't busy this time of day. Besides even if old man
Robinson had a problem with her talking some time to talk to
Amber, he wouldn’t get on Heather’s case about it. Not when
Heather knew all there was to know about how he was doing the
nasty with Mildred Wilson, the cook he had hired a few months
back. No, he’d never take the chance of his wife even getting a
suspicion of something like that. Especially when there were all
those sharp utensils in the kitchen.
"They didn't cancel the show, did they?" Heather asked,
thinking that might be the cause of Amber's depression.
If the Network had canceled the show, Heather would've
been greatly surprised. Angie O'Neil had been the surprise hit of
the year. Written off at first as just another office drama, it had
burst out of the mold to become a solid top ten show.
"No, but I think they're going to cancel me." the dejected
girl said.
"Why?" Heather asked, visibly concerned for her friend.
"Because I screwed up at rehearsal today." Amber said.
"And I heard the director say if I did it when we taped it
tomorrow, he'd give my part to someone else."
"He told you that?" the younger girl asked.
"Not directly, but I overheard him telling the producer."
"Well what was the big screw up?" the drama student asked.
"Well, I guess I'd better start from the beginning." Amber
said, thankful to have someone to talk to about it. "You know how
important sweeps weeks are to a Television Show, right?"
Heather nodded her head in understanding. A sweeps week
was a benchmark for shows ratings. The viewership numbers they
got during sweeps set the amount they could charge for
commercial time. And after all, making money for the Network was
what television was all about.
"And you know how a lot of shows pull out all the stops to
get people to watch. Especially when they are on against another
popular show, which of course is doing to same thing to draw the
numbers."
"Sure, I understand all that." Heather said.
"Well, Angie O'Neil is no different. They found out that
two of the other Networks were going to run an all out effort to
knock Angie right into last place during sweeps next week. They
had a meeting a couple of days ago and decided that our original
story for next week wasn’t a big enough rating booster. So instead
they announced they were going to have a storyline where Angie
kisses one of the girl's in the office."
"You have to be kidding." Heather almost groaned.
The girl/girl kiss was becoming more and more frequent on
Network TV. It had made an appearance on both Roseanne and LA
Law, and most recently three appearances on Ally McBeal. Almost
now a cliché, it was nevertheless almost always a ratings booster.
Especially if it was two good-looking women doing the kissing.
The Networks were always saying they put things like that
into programs to push the envelope and show how tolerant they
were. How they weren't just appealing to what she considered
juvenile male sexual fantasies. Heather would believe the Network
boasts when they put two leading men making out on a prime time
show.
"No, I'm not kidding," Amber said. "And guess whose
character they picked to have Angie lip lock with."
Just her asking the question gave Heather the answer. If
the producers were going to use a gimmick like that to draw
viewers, then picking Amber was the first thing she agreed with
them on. Amber Hall was, in her opinion, the most attractive girl
on the show.
"And you didn't want to do the scene?"
"Quite the contrary," the actress said with an excitement
in her voice. "I almost jumped for joy when they told me. Think
about it for a moment. I'd be the center of attention for almost
the entire episode."
Actual on screen time was something every actor and
actress was always conscious of.
"So what happened?" a now confused Heather asked.
"Actual filming for the episode doesn't really start until
tomorrow, but they scheduled a dress rehearsal for today. Just
to see how the kiss scene would play out."
"And the dress rehearsal?" Heather asked.
"Turned into a disaster, at least for me." Amber said.
"Everything was going great, I had my lines down pat and was right
on my marks. I have to say, I had some really great scenes too."
Heather could see in Amber's eyes how important this all
was to her.
"Then came the big moment, Angie and I looked into each
other's eyes, her hand took mine and then ... I started laughing."
"Laughing?" Heather repeated.
"Giggling actually," the blond said. "Loud, uncontrollable
giggling."
Heather responded by giggling herself.
"I'm sorry, Amber." she apologized. "I can't help it. I just
never expected you to say that."
"At first, the director took it in stride, saying that
sometimes it happened, especially when you were doing a love
scene. But after the fourth and fifth try, I could tell he was
getting pretty annoyed."
"What was the matter?"
"I don't know. I just couldn't look at Kate and seriously
think, now I'm going to kiss her and not laugh."
Kate Douglas, an attractive 44 year old, played Angie O'Neil
in the series.
"I apologized over and over, but the producer said it had
been a long day and we might as well wrap it up. That we'd start
fresh in the morning."
Heather could now see frustration in the older girl's eyes.
"After everyone else had left, I went back onto the set to
think about it. The producer and the director were sitting there
talking about my performance, or lack of it. I heard them say they
should make some alternate changes in the script to make Monique
the girl who winds up kissing Angie - just in case."
Monique St. George played Virginia Brooks on the series,
Cynthia's main rival in the office.
"I also heard them say if I couldn't pull off a simple scene
like this, then maybe they made a mistake hiring someone with my
inexperience."
"That's not good." Heather said.
"No it's not." Amber admitted.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know." the actress said with an air of finality.
The two women sat there in silence for a few moments as
each tried to think of something more to say.
"You know, I feel pretty silly offering you advice about
acting..." Heather started to say.
"Go ahead, cause I'm at a dead end." Amber interrupted.
"Well in acting class they said that you should always use
what you know to improve your performance."
"I've been told the same thing." Amber said. "But I don't
get your point."
"Lets look at it another way," Heather said. "You remember
that movie you were in, what was it called, Sorority Girl's Pool
Party?"
Amber cringed. That B Film had been her first screen
credit. A low budget tit and ass film, the kind that played in drive
ins and drew teen boys and couples looking for a make out movie.
"I'd rather forget that." Amber grinned.
"The point is, you had a love scene in that movie." the
waitress said. "As I remember it, a rather hot love scene."
Amber thought back to when she was making that film. She
had been hesitant about doing that scene, especially because the
script called for her to appear topless. It wasn't that she had a
bad body, actually the reverse was true. The twenty-year-old was
just nervous about showing off her breasts to thousands of
moviegoers.
The movie producers were quick to point out that if she
didn't want the role, there were literally a thousand unemployed
young actresses that did. The final bit of advice that made her do
it came from an older actress on the film.
"Honey," she'd said. "When you take your bra off, trust me,
no one is going to be looking at or going to remember your face."
"I still don't get your point?" Amber said.
"Well you didn't seem to be giggling when you lost your
blouse and made out with that guy playing your boyfriend."
Heather noted. "How did you manage that?"
"I made believe I was making out with my real boyfriend at
the time." she answered.
"Bingo, you used what you knew." Heather smiled.
"But I could hardly make believe Kate is my boyfriend."
Amber insisted.
Heather hadn't considered that. When she pictured Kate
Douglas in her mind, she'd be hard pressed to think of her as a
man either.
"Unfortunately I don't have any experience kissing a woman,
got any you could spare?" Amber laughed.
It took a moment for her to realize that Heather wasn't
laughing. She stopped and looked at the expression on her
friend's face.
"You're kidding." Amber said.
"No, I'm not." the younger girl said.
"You've actually kissed a girl, a real kiss, not one you give a
friend."
"I've done a lot more than kiss one." Heather said, hoping
the revelation didn't shock her too much.
"Maybe you should be the one kissing Angie O'Neil." Amber
grinned, taking the news in stride.
"You think they'd hire me?" Heather asked.
"I'm afraid Kate wouldn't want to do a scene with someone
like you." Amber confessed.
Heather suddenly became very angry in her tone.
"Don't tell me she had a problem with sisters." she said.
"Oh no," Amber said, realizing that was what she had said
made it sound like. "What she has a problem with is appearing with
girls who have bigger boobs than she does. Kate feels men wind up
looking at them, and not her."
Heather looked down at her large bosom and laughed. This
time Amber joined her.
"So I guess we know now what we have to do about your
problem." Heather said, changing the subject.
"What's that?" Amber said still laughing, feeling better
than she had all afternoon.
"Make you feel more comfortable about kissing a woman."
Heather grinned.
"What?" Amber exclaimed, no longer laughing.
"Unless of course you'd rather see Monique saying your
lines." she smiled.
Amber thought about that for a moment, then smiled back.
No, that wasn't something she wanted to see.
Heather had to get back to work, the dinner rush was
starting. She told Amber to go out and have a nice dinner, the
food here really isn't all that good she confided. Then meet her
back here at eight when she got off.
"We'll go out and talk some more," she'd said as she
climbed out of the booth. "Wear something nice."
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Amber had changed into a short-sleeved yellow blouse with a
blue denim shirt. She wasn't sure where they were going and
figured this outfit was good for just about anywhere. They’d gone
to shows before, a few times to bars. Once, they’d even driven
upstate just to get out of the city for a day. When Heather
finally showed up, she had changed her white uniform for a plain
but form fitting red dress.
"If we were only going to a bar, there were a lot of nice
places closer to home." Amber said as she stood outside the place
Heather had brought her for drinks.
"Trust me," the young black woman said as they stepped
inside. "You've never been to a place like this before."
That made Amber stop and look at the neon sign in the bar
window a second time. The sign that read Scarlett's Rose.
"Oh my," Amber said as they stepped into the lounge and
she got a good look around. "You're right, I've never been to
anyplace like this."
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see there
had to be over a hundred women there. The club was a lot bigger
than it appeared from the outside.
"Just think of this as field research." Heather laughed.
Heather caught the barmaid's attention and ordered two
beers. She spent a few moments chatting with the six-foot
muscular blond after the two bottles had been deposited on the
bar. The conversation was long enough for the older girl to realize
that Heather was a regular here.
"Cheers," Heather said as she handled Amber her bottle
and took a long pull from her own.
Amber took a small drink as well, watching as her companion
tilted her bottle straight up and drained nearly a third in one long
gulp.
"God, I've been looking forward to that all day long." she
said as she brought the beer back down. "Come on, let’s find a
table."
Heather took Amber's hand and led her through the crowds.
As they moved, Amber looked right and left at the crowd,
confident that Heather knew exactly where they were going.
It was amazing how varied the crowd was, she thought. The
woman around her seemed to be of every age, race and description.
Some women were middle aged, some looked to be barely in their
late teens. Others were somewhere in between.
As they made their way around the edge of the dance floor,
Amber watched the pairs of women swaying to the music. The
movement of their bodies was almost hypnotic.
"There's an open table over there." Heather said as she
pulled Amber's hand to get her attention over the music.
Once they were at the table, Heather ordered another
round for the two of them. A girl in a very skimpy costume,
highlighted by breasts bigger than Heather's, brought their
drinks.
"Thanks Bonnie," the dark girl said, smiling at the
well-endowed redhead.
She watched Bonnie take an order from another table, then
turned her attention back to Amber.
"Bonnie used to work at Hooters," Heather said. "But she
found that Scarlett's paid a lot better. Besides, she'd rather
strut her stuff for the girls here than a bunch of drooling, horny
guys."
Amber didn't comment, she just took a sip of the iced beer.
"So what do you think of the place?" Heather asked,
bringing her own drink to her lips.
"It's interesting ... " Amber said, as she looked into a
corner where two young women were making out.
"Well that's one word for it I guess." her companion said as
she turned and saw what had caught her attention. "I hope you're
taking notes, she joked. "There's going to be an oral quiz later."
Amber really wasn't paying attention. She was too
captivated by the two women back at the corner table. Even in the
dim light, she could see them trading tongues. A quick flash of
strobe highlighted the couple for a brief moment, just long enough
for the actress to recognize them.
"Oh shit," Amber said under her breath, "I know those
two."
Last season, Amber had done a guest shot on the sitcom,
Buddies. The brunette and blond were two of the show's stars.
Evidently, they were better buddies than anyone realized.
"It's really not polite to stare." Heather whispered as she
brought her face close to Amber's.
"Do you know who those two are?" Amber whispered back.
"Yes, I know who they are," Heather replied. "And before
the night is over, I'm sure you might see some other familiar faces
as well. You have to understand one thing, and understand it well.
Whatever or whoever you might see in here, stays here.
Understand?"
Amber suddenly remembered Heather showing a card to one
of the women at the door when they first came in. At the time,
she thought the twenty-one year old was being carded. Now she
realized that she was showing some kind of membership card. By
bringing Amber here, to what she also now realized was a private
club, the younger girl was also vouching for her.
"I understand." she assured her friend. "Nothing goes
outside these walls."
"Okay, now that we have that out of the way," Heather
grinned. "Let's dance."
Before Amber could object, Heather had her out of the
chair and on the dance floor. Amber had danced with other girls
plenty of times, so it didn't feel strange to dance with Heather.
At least until the live female band switched to a slow, sexy dance
and Heather pulled her close.
Amber was very aware of the warmth of Heather's breasts
pressed against her own as they moved around the floor. The
fragrant scent of the younger girl's perfume filled her nostrils as
she pressed her dark cheek against her’s. There was one point in
the dance when Heather's lips brushed against Amber's. A touch
so brief as to be almost imperceptible, but one that was uppermost
in her thoughts.
"That was fun." Heather said as they retook their seats.
"Yes it was." Amber had to agree.
"So no more gloom and doom." she asked.
"No more doom and gloom." smiled a now reenergize Amber.
The two women talked for a few more minutes, then took to
the dance floor again. This time, no matter the dance, Amber
didn't find it strange at all to hold onto Heather, no matter how
close.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Three hours later, Amber and Heather exited the club into
the warm evening air, arm in arm. They flagged down a cab, and
headed off into the night.
It didn't take long for the cab to pull up in front of the
apartment building Amber lived in. After it dropped her off, it
would head uptown to Heather's parent’s house.
"Thank you for a wonderful adventure." Amber said to her
friend after passing the driver enough to cover both the trips
here and uptown.
"So you're all ready for tomorrow?" Heather asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Amber laughed. "At least I hope
so."
Amber turned to get out of the cab. She got halfway out
the door, then paused. Heather was about to ask what was wrong
when Amber suddenly whirled about and pulled the younger girl to
her.
The press of Amber's lips against her own took Heather
unaware, but it was a very pleasant surprise nevertheless. Her lips
were as soft as she might have imagined, her tongue containing the
merest hint of the passion her body held in check.
"I think you are more than ready for tomorrow." Heather
said breathlessly as their lips parted.
"Come on upstairs with me." Amber said, holding Heather's
hands in her own.
"Are you sure?" Heather asked, her trembling hands held
only in check by the warm hands grasping them. "You might feel
different when the sun comes up."
"The only regret I'd have when the sun rises is if you aren't
there with me to watch it." Amber said, the deep look in her eyes
proclaiming the intensity of her words.
Heather's surrender came in a sweet kiss. A gesture
carrying the secret affection she had carried for the actress,
almost since the day they had met.
Both women suddenly became aware of the eyes of the
cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror.
“There’s been a change of plans.” Amber said. “We’re not
going to need that ride uptown after all.”
The fiftyish man made a little sour face as Amber canceled
his fare. He figured that would have just about finished his shift.
“You can keep the fare.” Heather said as she grabbed her
purse and followed Amber out the door. She didn’t want to waste
a minute getting upstairs.
The now extra large tip changed the cabbie’s frown to a
smile. He leaned out the window and said.
“Have fun ladies!”
He watched the two women disappear into the vestibule.
They seemed like nice girls, he thought. So what if they were
attracted to each other in that way. Look at his nephew, Matt,
6’2” and two hundred and fifty pounds, who’d ever had though he’d
turn out to be a fairy. But when you thought about it, it didn’t
mean he loved the kid any less.
As the old man pulled away from the curb, he thought maybe
he’d take the tip and bring his wife home a little special something.
Who knows, maybe she might be in the mood to give him a little
something too.
The little tryst that started in the back seat of the cab,
continued in the elevator ride up to the nineteenth floor. Heather
hoped the trip stayed nonstop. Otherwise one of Amber’s
neighbor’s was going to get to watch her perform a fairly good
impression of a tonsillectomy with her tongue.
She couldn’t believe the sudden change in her friend’s
demeanor. Was this the same girl who only this afternoon went
into giggle fits when she thought about kissing another woman?
Heather could only guess that those giggles might have been some
kind of defense mechanism. A way to avoid something that she
didn’t want to face.
Only in her case, rather than a case of homophobia, the
reverse might be true. The actress might actually be sexually
attracted to women, but afraid to let the Jeannie out the bottle,
so to speak. The trip to Scarlett’s might have done just that, and
once unleashed ...
“Nineteenth floor,” Amber said as she gave the younger girl
one last peck on the cheek. “Ladies lingerie, moonlight and fine
wine.”
Amber’s apartment was only two doors from the elevator, so
she had it open in less than a minute. As they stepped inside,
Heather felt a tinge of guilt that she might be taking advantage of
her friend. She didn’t think Amber had all that much to drink at
the club, certainly no more than Heather did. Ethically, shouldn’t
she just leave the older woman now that she was safely home?
“I’ve never had sex with a girl, but I’ve thought about it.”
Amber said as she draped her arms over Heather’s shoulders.
“I’ve even played with myself while I thought about it. Isn’t that
shameful.” she added.
“This is so wrong,” Heather repeated to herself as Amber
cupped one of her large breasts through her dress. “I really
should leave.”
“You have really beautiful breasts.” Amber said as she
squeezed it. “I wish my tits were that nice.”
“Oh God,” Heather moaned as she felt her nipple growing
erect beneath Amber’s hand. “It’s been so long since I’ve been
with someone. I’m not sure I have the strength to do what’s
right.”
Amber stopped what she was doing for a moment, a move
that grabbed Heather’s full attention a lot more efficiently than
anything she might have said. She looked into the younger girl’s
eyes and spoke in a clear, controlled voice.
“Heather, I’m not drunk.” she said as if she could read the
conflict in the girl’s mind. “At least not on alcohol.”
“I’m glad of that at least.” Heather said relieved.
“You have to understand, I’m from a really small town. And
there it doesn’t matter what the outside world is like, or what
they show on television and the movies. People there don’t talk
about things like lesbianism, about having feelings for another girl
in your class. Of watching her making out with the asshole that
happens to be the quarterback on the football team and having it
hurt so much you want to die. So you just bury all that away, and
try to live a life that other people look at as normal.”
“But you’re an actress, you’re in a major TV show.” Heather
responded. “Why would you have to hide anything now?”
“Because I’m scared of loosing it all. Scared because I could
never go back to living in that town. Mostly I’m scared because I’m
so afraid that I’d end up alone.”
Heather looked at the actress and couldn’t help but think,
there but for the grace of God. Her own parents weren’t exactly
thrilled when she came out, to them at least, but in the end they
still loved her. Could she have handled living in a small closed town
like Amber?
“Oh God Amber,” she said as she hugged her. “I’m so sorry
for you.”
“I know I’ve been coming on like a slut so far.” Amber said.
“But I can’t help it. I’ve kept all these desires bottled up for so
long, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t let them out. If you
don’t want me then ...”
“Girlfriend,” the twenty-one year old grinned. “Who in their
right mind wouldn’t want you.”
“Give me five minutes and then come into the bedroom.”
Amber said as she ran her fingers along Heather’s cheek. Then she
turned and quickly walked away.
Heather watched Amber disappear across the room,
thinking that she had the nicest legs she’d seen in a long time.
Some of the women she knew at Scarlett’s were impressed by
breasts, some by a cute ass, but give her a great set of legs any
day.
‘This is certainly turning into one interesting night.”
Heather thought as she looked around Amber’s apartment.
The apartment was pretty nice, four rooms and a small
terrace. Yet for someone who’d hit the big time and supposedly
was raking in the dough, Amber seemed to be living rather simply.
The apartment wasn’t all that different than that of any of her
middle class neighbors. Well she’d only been on the show a short
time, maybe it took a while to get used to having money. Then
again, maybe it was just another aspect to her personality.
The clock on the wall said her five minutes were up.
Heather began to follow the path Amber had taken. Her heart was
beating a little more quickly now, telling her that this might be
more than just a casual roll in the sack for either of them. Ten
minutes ago she thought she should leave. Now she was so glad
that she hadn’t.
“Amber?” she said softly as she stepped into the bedroom.
The room was only semi-lit by a night-light. The tall girl
stepped further inside, still finding no sign of her friend. The bed,
she took note, was still made.
“Amber?” she repeated.
“Out here.” said a voice from beyond the glass doors at the
far end of the room.
Watching her step in the dark, Heather followed in the
direction of the voice. She figured Amber had left the lights off
for a reason and made no attempt to turn any of them on.
“Amber, are you ...” she started to say as she stepped
through the open door and onto the terrace. “Oh my God!” she
gasped, erasing what ever her next words might have been.
At the far end of the balcony stood Amber, silhouetted in
the light of a full moon. Bathed in moonlight, the blond had left all
of her clothes behind in the bedroom. Heather couldn’t think of
the last time she had seen anything so beautiful or erotic.
“Oh God,” Heather repeated. “You are so beautiful.”
“I’m glad you think so.” Amber said as she walked barefoot
toward the dark girl. “I’ve always thought my breasts were too
small.”
Heather looked down at Amber’s mounds. In the reflected
light she could see they were small, perfectly rounded orbs. In
the center of each were tiny pinkish circles, with equally tiny, but
stiff nipples. Following her gaze downward, she found a small, light
to the point of being nonexistent patch of blond hair between her
legs. That settled her question of whether Amber was a natural
blond if nothing else.
She stopped two feet from Heather, looking up and down
her body. It was obvious to Heather that Amber wanted her to
strip as well. The tall black girl turned for a moment and looked
out beyond the terrace. Across the street there were at least
two buildings as tall as this one, with most of the lights on, showing
that the apartments were occupied. Still, with no light behind
them to back light their bodies, she doubted anyone would really
be able to see them. Yet even if they could barely make them out,
at this distance, what were they going to see.
Heather reached behind herself and pulled down the zipper
holding up her red dress. Once it was all the way down, it was easy
to wiggle out of it. She picked it up off the all weather carpet
that lined the terrace and tossed it through the door into the
bedroom. Her shoes followed a few moments later. She could feel
Amber’s eyes locked on her as she undid the front clasp that held
her 38-inch bust in place. Just as quick, the black bra followed
her dress through the opening.
As was her habit, Heather took a moment to rub her
breasts. She’d never been able to find a bra that was both
comfortable and still strong enough to hold her mounds in place.
Because of that, she always massaged her breasts just a little
whenever she took off her bra. Her red nails pressed against her
dark brown silver dollar sized areole, producing rigid nibs twice the
diameter of Amber’s.
She ran both her hands down the length of her body to the
waistband of her midnight black panties. Slipping her fingers
under, she pulled them down as well. In a playful move, Heather
whirled them around her index finger a few times, then sent them
flying along the now familiar path. She smiled as she considered
what would be the reaction of someone down on the street had she
let go of them a moment too soon and they flew off the terrace
instead.
The two would-be lovers stood there in silence. If they
could step out of themselves and examine them from the side,
they would find their bodies a study in contrasts. Amber had skin
a milky white, Heather’s a chocolate brown. Short, almost pixie
length blond hair as compared to waist length black. Heather’s
breasts seemed almost twice as large as Amber’s, just as her dark
mouth seemed to cover twice the area as well.
Amber moved first, taking a long step forward that put her
in Heather’s arms. They kissed once more, their breasts rubbing
nipple to nipple. Each succeeding kiss seemed sweeter than that
which preceded it. Every time their tongues met, they seem to
reach deeper into the other’s mouth, deeper into the other’s soul.
They sucked on each other’s lips, taking their time, making each
kiss last an eternity.
Amber cupped her hands under Heather’s breasts, feeling
the warmth of the brown flesh. Heather followed suit, their flesh
tones forming a stark contrast. The blonde’s pink lips released
their dark counterparts and moved onto Heather’s neck, then her
shoulders, finally to her breasts.
Countless nights she had dreamed of the softness of
another woman, of the honeyed taste of her mounds. She lowered
her head a little further and kissed the top of each of them.
Heather brought her lips to the side of Amber’s bowed
head, nibbling at her earlobe, blowing gently into her ear. Her
tongue followed, tracing a path along the canals.
Amber’s oral caress reached the darker circles of Heather’s
breasts, running her tongue across and under them. Finally she
guided the closest one between her lips and into her mouth.
The night air was unusually calm as the two naked women
stood and embraced in the reflected light. The only sounds were
the beating of their hearts, the rising of their breaths, and the
soft sound of lips against flesh.
Heather sighed in response to the wet embrace that
stroked her nipples. At the same time, she slid a free hand down
to where she could just slide it between Amber’s legs. Brown
fingers and red nails eclipsed the light hair as her hand pressed
against the small mound, finding it very moist to the touch.
Heather pressed further with her touch, moving one finger
past the blond barrier and into the valley beyond. Amber jumped
just enough for the taller woman to feel it, an acknowledgment
that she had found her sensitive spot on the first try.
The long haired girl continued to stroke the blond mound
lightly. Just enough to trigger a response, but not enough to
distract the shorter girl from her mammary explorations.
Finally, Amber could ignore the hand caressing her
womanhood no more. She glided her own hand between Heather’s
legs, past the curly haired boundary to the pearl beneath.
Although she lacked the younger girl’s experience, the neophyte
had no trouble finding her goal just by touch. Excited as it was,
Heather’s clit stood out and practically drew attention.
Amber slid her fingers up into Heather, finding an easy path
up the well-lubricated walls. She slid them in and out a few times,
just enough to coat her fingers with the fresh dew. Just as
quickly, she drew them out, and raised them to her lips.
“Mmmm.” the older girl purred as she took of her first
taste of a woman. “I’ve often wondered what it would taste like.”
“Is it what you thought it would be?” Heather asked as she
drew Amber’s hand to her own lips, sticking out her tongue to wipe
clean a small drop she had missed.
“Different, but still enjoyable.” Amber answered.
“Then you’ll have to take a more direct approach to fully
appreciate it.” Heather said.
“I’m afraid I’m not sure how.” responded Amber.
“Then I’ll just have to demonstrate.” Heather beamed.
The railing at the edge of the terrace stood just above
waist level. Heather positioned Amber against the railing, her arms
stretched out in each direction for support. Her brown skilled
lover started once again at her lips, kissing them softly. Heather
moved her hand down across Amber’s chest, running her fingers
against her rounded breasts. She played with her small pink
nipples, pressing them between her dark fingers.
Heather’s tongue quickly replaced her fingers, tracing a path
across the pale skin, a wet line that left tingles of delight in its
wake. Little quivers that alternated with sharp spikes, as small
love bites interwove with her caresses.
Finally she was on her knees, her face level with the small
blond patch of hair. Heather leaned her head forward and kissed
the center of it, her tongue darting out and running up and down
its length. The hair was damp with the aroma of Amber’s
excitement, a fragrance that sent shivers across Heather’s
mahogany skin.
The kneeling girl placed her hands on the back of Amber’s
ankles, then slowly brought them up, playing her fingers on the
velvet smooth legs. Gently she inched her way up until she reached
the cheeks of Amber’s ass. Dark hands spread out against the
plump flesh, pressing hard against them. Then, in a surge of lust,
she pressed her head tight between Amber’s legs.
“Ohhh Yesss!” Amber called out as she felt Heather invade
her most intimate region with her tongue.
With a quickness born of a too long abstinence, Heather
explored the limits of Amber’s womanhood. Amber in turn, was
gripped by a torrid of desires long suppressed. Her hands gripped
the metal railing as she tried to keep balance on legs now so
incredibly weak.
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, Heather drove her
nimble tongue. Experience and desire intermixed to quickly stoke
the fires that had been simmering within Amber all evening.
Despite the comfortable breeze, an icy sweat covered
Amber’s naked form. Her body quivered with the rising crest
radiating from her pulsing sex. The actress wasn’t a virgin, she’d
surrendered her virginity to a boy back home in an effort to fit in.
There had been three young men since then. None of the four had
brought her anywhere near the level of excitement she now found
herself. A level rising with each passing moment.
“I’m ... go ... ing ... to ... co ...” Amber panted, unable to fully
get the words out.
It didn’t matter, Heather could read the signs in the older
girl’s body like a familiar tome. She redoubled her efforts,
determined to make her climax as memorable as possible. It was a
goal she reached a dozen heartbeats later.
Amber screamed a silent scream, afraid if she gave voice to
the rhapsody cascading through her body, it would be heard by the
people walking the streets far below. Her legs were now rubber,
and only Heather’s still strong grip on them kept her standing.
Heather was too busy enjoying the fruits of her efforts to
notice any of this. The only thought echoing in her mind was that
she had just given Amber her first Sapphic orgasm. A fact that
made the ambrosia coating her tongue all the more precious.
“He ... Hea ... Heather,” Amber said as she found her voice
and slid down to the floor, sitting down next to her lover. “I don’t
know what to say.”
“Say you’re glad we did it.” Heather intoned.
“I’m so glad we did it.” the sitting blond smiled. “What else
would you like me to say?”
“How bout that you want to do it again.”
Amber’s reply was non-verbal as she reached behind
Heather’s head and pulled her close, their lips coming together
once again.
The two women rolled into each other’s arms and onto the
floor. They rocked back and forth, trading kisses and caresses.
Heather lay atop Amber and kissed her hard, their lips and
tongues performing an erotic ballet. At the same time, the light
skinned girl ran her hands up and down Heather’s back, exploring
every aspect of her body. Again and again she ran her fingers
across her ass, her nails leaving a quickly fading trail.
They changed places, never breaking their kiss, as Amber
now took the initiative. The blond brought her fingers to
Heather’s face and stroked her cheeks. She moved down and
cupped her lover’s large dark breasts, once more bringing the large
nipples to hardness. They shifted position, just enough so Amber
could reach those delicious treats.
Heather now sought out the shorter girl’s body, filling in the
blanks on her own mental map. By the time they were done, they
were as familiar with every aspect of the other’s body as they
were their own.
Amber whispered a request into Heather’s ear. A petition
that only made her face glow even brighter. They untangled their
limbs and totally changed positions, until they found themselves in
the classic sixty-nine. Both spread their legs, clearing a path for
the other’s desire.
Amber started first, tentatively probing the recess of
Heather’s saturated pussy. The strong scent of her sex was
overpowering. The taste of her fruits exquisite. She closed her
eyes as she drove deep inside, savoring a feast only dreamt about
up to now.
“Oh yes,” Heather encouraged her. “You’re doing fine.
Motivated, Amber moved her pulsating mouth closer and
sought out Heather's clit. She alternated between her finger and
her tongue, pleasing Heather with each stroke. A rhythm quickly
developed as her actions became as natural to her as breathing.
Satisfied that Amber was well on her way, Heather turned
her attention to her own prize. Her first taste of the blond pussy
before her had left her hungering for more. With practiced skill,
she mirrored the ministrations her own pussy was receiving, quickly
catching up to Amber,
It became a contest between experience and neophyte
enthusiasm, a race to see which could bring the other to orgasm
first. In the end, the sudden surge across the finish line was too
close to measure, too euphoric for either of them to actually care.
Both gyrated faster and faster, driven on by the love of the
other. Hearts raced out of control as naked flesh burned with
desire. Finally, they gripped each other and traveled together as
one through the Fields of Elysium.
The journey left them both totally drained. A joyous fatigue
that brought sleep to their eyes and a chance to relive it all over in
their dreams. It was hours before their eyes opened to look
wordlessly and longingly at each other.
Moonlight had given way to sunlight as they stood up and
felt the morning warmth on their skin. The day was just breaking,
but there was no time for even breakfast. Amber had just enough
time to quickly wash up and dress, before racing downstairs to
meet her ride to the studio.
Heather, dressed in one of Amber’s robes, looked down on
her love from the terrace. As she watched the dark studio car
pulled into the early morning traffic, she threw a kiss for luck into
the air.
No matter what the day brought now, last night would
always shine in her memory.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Heather lay naked in bed, a sheet wrapped around her as she
watched the Angie O’Neil show. A week had passed since her night
with Amber. Seven days in which she had scarcely spent more
than twenty minutes talking to her. The normal shooting schedule
for the show had been compressed in order to get the ‘ratings
week special’ on the air in time.
“Here it comes.” Heather thought with excitement as Angie
took Cynthia in her arms.
The redheaded forty-year-old stroked Amber’s short hair,
mouthing dialogue that Heather paid no attention to. Her
attention was on their lips as their heads grew closer.
During the brief chats they had during the week, Heather
had asked Amber how the scene had gone. The actress had just
smiled and said Heather would have to wait until show night to see.
From all the publicity the episode had gotten, Heather knew that a
few million pairs of eyes were watching with her. Strangely
enough, Amber’s eyes were not one of them. She’d told Heather
many times she could never watch her own performances.
“I hope she doesn’t giggle.” Heather said to herself as she
watched their lips meet.
The dark girl held her breath, her attention focused totally
on the television screen. She watched as Angie and Cynthia closed
their eyes and pressed their lips together. Watched as Amber
didn’t giggle. Watched as Kate Douglas ....
“She’s giving her tongue!” Heather cried out in surprise just
before the screen faded to black. “I saw that old bitch, she was
using her tongue!”
The sound of the closing theme filled the room as Amber
walked back in. She was as naked as Heather, carrying a small tray
with wine and cheese. Laying the tray on the bed, she climbed up
next to Heather.
“That horny old bitch used her tongue!” Heather repeated.
“Did she?” Amber grinned broadly as she handed her lover a
glass of wine. “I really don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember?” Heather said as she took the glass.
“Did she do that during the dress rehearsal?”
“I really don’t remember the dress rehearsal that much,”
Amber said as she leaned forward to kiss Heather. “But I do
remember, our undress rehearsal.”
And it was the undress rehearsal that would be repeated
again and again.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1999
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