Carrie Minberg, Female, 21

	- Narrator, Bitterwood graduate

	- Beige, freckled skin, 5'6, 140lbs, curly back-length dark-red hair

Lacy, Female, 22

	- Junior at UC-Santa Cruz, sister of Donnie

	- Rich-tanned beige skin, 5'7, 145lbs, back-length bleached-blonde hair

Donnie was gone by the time I got up, a note left on the bedside table thanked me for a fun night, said he'd call me soon. Lacy was making breakfast, and I joined her for coffee, figuring I'd get out and shop for a bit, in need of new clothes after my move West.

She grinned at me. Instead of offering a good morning greeting, she said, “guess you and my brother are getting along just fine... good thing we don't have neighbors.”

I offered a sheepish grin, replied, “I'm sorry, Lacy. I... I was loud, sorry. I'll keep it down next time. Hope I didn't keep you up.”

“S'ok,” was all she said, still grinning.

- - -

We spent all day shopping for clothes, I bought several new outfits, much too cold yet to wear them, but the prices were right, so I figured I'd stash the summer skirts and cutoff shirts for a few months until the weather warmed. I picked up some more modest wear, including a couple of sweaters that hugged my boobs very nicely, and two pairs of tight blue jeans that Lacy insisted looked great on me.

She picked up a pair of corduroy pants and a hippie shirt, and when she stepped out of the dressing room, I felt myself grow wet. Lacy looked fantastic, no bra, the open cut of the shirt showing me her pert breasts, her light-pink nipples, as she bent over to straighten the pants. Her ass was round, exceptionally full, more so than I'd noticed before. Maybe it was the pants. Whatever it was, I rode home with my panties sticky and damp.

- - -

I started work on a Tuesday, a day-long orientation session to jumpstart me in the data center work I'd be grinding through four days a week. It was obviously going to be a monotonous role, manipulating spreadsheet data into formats based on ever-shifting government regulatory requirements. But it paid pretty well, and thanks to my years of working with computers, I fell easily into the routine. By the end of the week, I was already handling my responsibilities with little effort, and often found myself multitasking: whirling through the work while thinking about Donnie. And Lacy.

Lacy was growing on me quickly. She was hot, no doubt about it, and she knew it, often flirting playfully by jiggling her boobs or butt, or flicking her eyelids at me in a joking manner. On the surface it was just two new friends having fun, but her eyes often lingered just a moment too long on my chest or lower down. I caught her gazing at where my skirts rode up just a bit too high, revealing my inner thighs and perhaps a hint of my bare crotch within. I didn't attempt to hide myself from her view, and once or twice I spread my legs wider while pretending to be distracted by something else going on.

She looked, and I let her, and on Friday night that week, as we sat outside on a relatively warm evening drinking draft beer at the bar in town, I noticed how her skirt ran up and left her own crotch open to my eyes. Lacy wore thin grey panties. Thin as in almost see-through. She watched me with a smile as I couldn't help but glance to where her thighs parted and her panty-clad vagina hinted at the treasure below.

Lacy blinked twice, tilted her head a bit, then leaned forward. “Look... Carrie, you up for some... fun tonight? Maybe just the two of us?”

I knew what she meant immediately, but played along. “Fun? Sure... what do you have in mind?”

“I dunno... maybe head back to the house, take a bath... together... see what happens...”

I smiled, “a bath. Yeah... yeah, I'd like that.” The tub in the master suite was a large, jetted reservoir that could have fit two or three people easily. I thought a moment, smile slid from my face slowly. “Um... what about Donnie?”

Lacy frowned. “Oh... I thought... I thought you were just kinda friends. Didn't know...”

“No! No, not that... No, we're just... friends. Not dating. You know he's seeing Geneva, right? So... yeah, not that. Just... I mean... he's your brother... I don't want to do anything to screw up your relationship, you know?”

“Oh.” She brightened. “Well, up to you if you want to tell him, I guess. Look, Donnie's a good guy and we get along great, really. I don't think he'll care. He knows I... like to have it both ways, know what I mean? So... he probably figures we've already gone there...”

“I see. Tell you what,” I said before finishing my lager, “let's go enjoy ourselves tonight and worry about that later, eh? You keep flashing me the goods and it's all I can do not to drop down on my knees and do some praying at your altar... if you know what I mean.”

“Oh, I so do...”

We paid the tab and walked back to the house as the darkness grew deep. The wind was rushing around the trees, blowing leaves and needles all around to crunch underfoot and slap against our faces. Lacy's skirt fluttered around in the wind in a way that almost showed me her panty-covered ass as we walked up the drive, and on the stairs leading to the front door, I smiled as she flipped up the hem and let me watch her tight, jiggling butt shift with each step.

Inside, we grabbed beers and leaned against the counter as we took long draws from the bottles. She grinned at me, let her hand trail over my stomach, and I felt goosebumps rise from my skin as Lacy's delicate fingers slipped just under the waist of my jeans. She pulled me to her slowly, her eyes shining into mine, and we kissed for long moments.

Her mouth was so soft, so gentle, a careful touching that became warmer and wetter as my tongue played against her. My hands ran along the back of her skirt and I cupped her ass, pulling her tight against me as I squeezed. She moaned sweetly into my mouth, her own hands finding my button and zipper and she swiftly slid down my pants. Her fingers stroked my panty-covered Mons and soon began to explore my sex.

I was wet. As her touch found my slit, I could feel my slickness growing, spreading over the fabric and undoubtedly smearing onto her flesh. Our plans for the bath were quickly forgotten as she pushed me back against the counter and slid down my panties, dropping to her knees and burying her face between my thighs.

I let out a sigh and spread my legs. Her tongue danced over my clit, into my vagina, her hot licks sending shudders into my body. I rocked against her, rocked and slowly humped Lacy's face. She moaned as she ate my cunt, my juices coating her tongue, my body growing warm and tense. My head rolled back, “mmm... oh, yes... Lacy... oh, yes... eat me... oh, eat me...”

She licked my puss like a pro, shifting from my clit to my labia, diving into my vagina, drawing up the slick wetness she found and circling my clit again. It took only moments for me to shudder into a wonderful orgasm. “Unn...Unn... Ohhhh... OOOOOHH... UUUUHH... UUUUHNNN... OOOHHH...” I held her head as I came, grinding myself against her. Lacy's tongue never stopped, keeping a steady rhythm as my cunny released and I trembled and sagged against the counter.

She rose up, her face covered in my cream. I tasted myself on her lips, sucked in my own flavors and moaned into her mouth as her fingers again danced between my thighs. I barely managed to squeak, “bedroom?”

Lacy nodded and I took her hand, led her to my room and pushed her back onto the bed. I flipped her skirt up and snatched down her panties. The beautiful blonde's bright pink cunt was trimmed, delicate tufts of blondish-brown pubes forming a thin trail that ran from her clit up a couple of inches before tapering off. I smelled her excitement, musky, feminine odors wafted into my nose and I sucked in Lacy's aroma. I shivered and did it again, then settled quickly in as she drew her legs up and offered me her private flesh.

I lapped against her labia, tasting the sweet and tart cream which had spread in a sheen along her bright pink flesh. Lacy's vagina was small, silky, and even with my tongue I could tell she was very tight inside. I licked her juices, let my tongue slip into her hole, felt her body grow tense as her hips moved around my head.

Up I drifted, circling her clit before lapping it like a lollipop. Lacy's nub was hard but small, rose up from under her thin hood and strained as I sucked it in. She quivered, moaned, “ooohhh... ohhh.... oh, Carrie... oh... oooohhhh...” Up and down I licked her, let my hands move up to her breasts. She opened her blouse and unhooked her bra, let my fingers grasp and massage her lovely boobs. Lacy's tight little nipples were firm against my palms as I squeezed and caressed them eagerly.

Her body shuddered suddenly as my tongue moved under her clit and ran quickly from her tight little hole to her hard nub over and over. She bucked, hummed through her teeth. Her flavors and scents were intense. I brought a hand down to her crotch, slipped a finger into her hole. Her vagina clenched, very tight. I rubbed up inside her puss, found the rough patch of her G-spot, and bore down on her clit all at once.

Lacy exploded under me. Her vagina clamped down in spasms on my finger, her body shaking, rocking back and forth and up and down. Not quite circular, irregular, chaotic. I fought to keep control of myself as her body jerked and clenched. She cried out loudly as she came, finally humping up and down, up and down, her ass rising and falling in quick thrusts. For long moments she shuddered, her ass off the bed, my head locked between her thighs, before she finally let out a long, loud sigh and collapsed back again.

I slid over her and between her legs, brought my lips to hers. I rocked against her as if I were fucking her, humping my pelvis against her crotch. She rose up to meet each movement, our mouths gasping together. My hand found her puss and rubbed her clit as her finger slipped into my slit and slid inside me.

I pounded against Lacy, my lover's body under me. I controlled her, kept my weight on her. With one hand she fingered my pussy, with the other, she held my back, keeping my body against her own. “Oh, Carrie... ooohh... ohhh... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me...”

It took no time for her to cum again, her finger in my vagina froze as she orgasmed. As she washed with sweat and pleasure, she found my clit and twirled it as I humped her, my body slamming against her, my weight pressing down, pinning her under me. She locked eyes with mine, willing me to cum, and not for the first time in my life I wanted a penis so badly. I imagined I was fucking Lacy, fucking her hard, filling her tight pussy with my cock, filling her hot vagina with my semen.

I cried out, lost in the fantasy, as her fingers raced around my nub. My body slammed down twice, three times, four, I strained, strained, tightened, felt her fingers slipping around my clit, and I came hard, imagining I was cumming inside Lacy's body, cumming inside her pink hole.

I fell over her completely, panting, her hand and mine trapped between us, caught in a mix of sweaty bodies and hastily opened clothing and pulsing, flushed skin.

Lacy giggled first, said breathlessly, “oh my god, Carrie... oh... my god... you're good... goddamn... you're good...” She laughed again and I joined her.

We were both worn out, smiling, full of exhausting, wonderful pleasure. We kissed again and I slid down once more, let my tongue slowly, gently dance between her thighs, licking up the creamy cum she'd released during her orgasm. It was tart and thin, an edge of sweetness, of honey and sage and dry wheat ale. It was wonderful and I let myself enjoy her flavors and intense odors for long moments before sliding beside her onto the bed.

Lacy's hands ran lazily over my body, gently massaging my breasts and stomach, dancing lightly on my neck and ears and nose. She exhaled finally, said softly, “still interested in that bath?”

“I'd love that.”

We drew ourselves up slowly, still half-dressed. Lacy's blonde hair was a mess, and I knew mine was as well. I looked at her naked ass as she walked by me, the tight woman's wonderful form so lovely and enticing. I knew then that living with Lacy could be a very rewarding experience.

I admitted to myself, though, that it could also get very complicated. As she drew up the bath and we dropped the remainder of our clothing in silence, I let the consequences of a sexual relationship with Lacy play out. Not all of the scenarios were good. And there was Donnie to consider. “Would you like a glass of wine while we soak?”

Lacy smiled and nodded and I returned moments later with two glasses of Riesling and handed her one as she slipped into the hot, soapy water.

For a few moments we both just relaxed with pleasant grins on our faces. Lacy spoke first. “You know... the first time I saw you I was attracted to you. Can't help it. I thought you were hot... but... I didn't really expect us to do anything, you know? Just a fantasy. But... god, Carrie, that was better than I hoped for, really. I dunno, I guess I've had a lot of fantasies about potential lovers before, and usually... not always, but usually they don't turn out to live up to it, right? I have a pretty healthy... imagination... I fantasize a lot...”

“Me too, me too. To all of that. I... I fantasize a lot about people I meet... about having sex with them... sometimes it works out and sometimes not... No regrets, though, right? I mean... even when it isn't as good as the fantasy... still, it was worth experiencing.” I grew quiet a moment, felt a bit saddened. “Well... not always... not always...”

Lacy caught the change in my mood, moved closer and laid her arm in my lap. “Wanna talk about something?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. I... I don't know how much Donnie told you about me. Not even really sure how much I told Donnie about me.”

“Not too much. Something about you in Boston and a breakup and getting on your feet again. Not much, really.”

I didn't reply, thoughtful, lost a moment in memories of Elise, and even of Lawton.

“Look, Carrie, I don't want to bring up old stuff, ok? Not after we had that much fun. No reason to spoil it with me being nosy.”

“No... No, it's ok. I guess... After some of the relationships I've been in, I worry about what happens now, you know? You and me... we live together, the temptation will be there constantly... and don't get me wrong, I want to give in! Seriously, I do. I'm... very sexual and you... you are so fucking hot. But... Look, I've burned bridges... several times... and I've had them burned under me, too. I don't want to do that with you.”

She was quiet a moment, said quietly, a bit disappointed, “never has to happen again, Carrie. We had a good one, you know? I'm ok if we just be friends...”

I shook my head. “That's not what I'm suggesting. No, not at all... Maybe... If you want... Maybe it would help to talk about it. About... things I've not told many other people, and not in a long time.”

“Sure... Yeah, anything, Carrie. We've got all weekend.” She smiled at me. “Let loose.”

And I did. I told her about my first time, about Lawton and Camille and Elise. I couldn't help crying when I talked about Elise. The hurt was still there. I felt all too sharply the loss of her. She'd been so much to me, fit so perfectly in my world. If she'd have been the one to fuck up, if she'd have been the one to cheat, to lie, to live a secret life, I could have let her go, perhaps. But knowing it was me, that I'd fucked up, even knew I was fucking up when I did it... that made it hurt all the worse, made it linger, fester, and continue to keep me from completely letting go.

But the distance from her, both in time and space, had made it manageable. I'd thought I'd freed myself from that guilt and loss, and at times really believed I had, but telling Lacy about her made it clear, as the tears slowly slipped down from my eyes, that something still burned in me. I felt a rising fantasy grow, that I might one day see her again, maybe she would even take me back. I did my best to squash that false prophecy and tell Lacy about the rest of my relationships.

When I'd finished, she sat quietly a time. We'd finished our wine and our skin was well past the shriveled stage. Lacy said nothing as she climbed over me and straddled my thighs, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me long and deep. She smiled, said gently, “thank you for that. I understand you better, now. That's... I'm impressed, Carrie. That's a lot of baggage to carry in your head and you manage it so well. Don't doubt that you have the strength to do it, ok? Jeez, seriously.”

“I dunno, Lacy. Sometimes maybe... but sometimes... not so much.”

“Everyone has baggage. Everyone, me included. But you can't go back and change things, so you're wasting yourself on trying. Remember the mistakes and don't do them again. That's really all you can do. Learn and move on quickly.”

“I suppose...”

“As to us... what... what should we do?”

I paused and tried to reason out an answer, any solution. I was tired, emotionally spent. I managed to say softly, “I don't know.”

“Tell you what,” her hand slid between our wet bodies and slipped between my legs. “I want to make you cum again and then let's go to bed. For tonight, maybe we can just cuddle up and end the night like that, you know? Let's figure out the rest of it later.”

As her fingers danced through my slit, a small grin slid over my face as my thighs parted and I accepted her proposal. “Yes... Let's.”