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Chain Letter (2) Disclaimer: -This story is copyrighted 1999 by Mark
Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way,
shape or form without express permission. -This is a work of erotic
fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between consenting female adults.
If it ain't your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18
years of age, ditto. -Send any and all comments to actium31@yahoo.com.
Specify which story archive where you found the story if possible, as some
of my stories are posted on several sites. Any and all feedback is
welcome. Summary: Following a strange e-mail she has received, Andrea love
life has taken an unexpected turn. Now in love with her longtime friend
Fey, she begins to discover the extent of the changes in her new life...
Andrea's fingertips sensed the warmth of the morning sun as it crept
slowly on the edge of the bed, through the vertical blinds that hung over
the window in Fey's large bedroom. Her eyes opened slowly, consciousness
and feeling emerging from the dark abyss of sleep. She gazed upwards,
staring mutely at a corner of the ceiling, the play of shadows and
reflections upon it quite fascinating to her. She felt Fey's feathery
breath on the back of her neck, followed by the swell of her breasts
pressing on her back as she inhaled, the touch of still arms and hands
wrapped around her in a loving embrace. Her right leg came between
Andreas' tights as she lay behind her on the bed. The memories of the last
day, making love to Fey, stirred from within, along with feelings
frightening in their intensity. She shifted ever so slightly, taking care
not to wake her lover, basking in the blissful moment as she lay safely
enfolded in Fey's arms. She could no longer conceive of a life without
her. More to the point, had difficulty understanding how this truth had
eluded her for so long. She felt reborn, a child seeing the world with new
eyes. She dozed off, only to rouse herself as Fey's lips kissed her
tenderly below the ear. "Mmmmm..." she moaned approvingly. "Now *that's*
the best wake up in the morning" she mused aloud. "You said that
yesterday" Fey said softly. "And I'll probably say it tomorrow." Andrea
turned her head, and Fey arched hers forward. Their eyes closed as their
lips met, their mouths tasting of each other. They had experienced so much
together in the last few days... every kiss an attempt to make up for lost
time... A fire was stirring inside Andrea once again. "Let me..." she
whispered imploring. Fey's arms released Andrea, who turned on her side to
face her lover. Her hands began caressing Fey as she laid on her back, her
eyes still closed. "You're so beautiful, Fey, I can't believe we might
have lived out our lives without..." Her hands roamed of their own accord,
following her eyes, softly fondling Fey's breasts as she stared at the
stiffening nipples. Fey arched her back slightly, her body responding
spontaneously to Andrea's touch. "Yessssss." Andrea continued to stare at
her naked lover's body, down her belly and towards the lovely triangle of
trimmed pubic hair nestled between her legs. Stirrings as natural as they
were powerful rose in her, and her mouth watered. Just thinking of going
down on Fey made her wet in a way no other lover ever had. She continued
caressing Fey's tits, large mounts of soft, pink flesh, using her long
nails to trace around the areolas, teasing her nipples, purposefully
dawdling in order to get Fey more excited. In a few moments, Fey's nipples
stiffened to granite rigidity. She stirred slowly in bed, her eyes shut, a
lustful grin on her lips, as if she were asleep, trapped inside a ardently
erotic dream. Andrea's left hand made its way downward, her nails
playfully zigzagging on Fey's delicate skin. As she neared Fey's wet
pussy, she began caressing her hips, legs and tights, languorously delaying
the inevitable. She could feel Fey's body trembling in anticipation,
electrifying sparks of pleasure jumping from her hand to her lover's flesh
every time her fingers gracefully stroked their way near her hot slit.
Andrea moved like a tiger, unfettered by sheets which had been tossed off
the bed four nights ago--it seemed like a lifetime now--because it hampered
their intense lovemaking. She rose on her hands and knees, taking the time
to gently lick each of Fey's nipples once, with feline mischief and grace.
Fey, her hands buried under the pillow on which her head rested, growled in
salacious appreciation , her lust slowly taking complete control of her.
Andrea, like a hunting predator, made her way down the massive oak double
bed. She came to rest on Fey's left side, her nostrils filling with the
woman's pungent, delicious smell, her own arousal growing exponentially in
the realization of that she was, once again, about to go down on her
girlfriend. She took a moment to look at Fey's nakedness and marveled at
the perfection of her delicate and gorgeously feminine body, which she had
explored lovingly in so many delightful ways. She lingered, mesmerized by
the sight of her graceful and shapely legs, by the inviting sight of her
sweet little pussy, of her pink folds, of her wetness slowly seeping from
the soft lips, of the clit she had licked and bitten, teased and sucked as
Fey howled and screamed for her not to stop. She licked her lips, smiling
despite herself and she lowered herself humbly to service her girlfriend
with all the love and skill she could summon. She started slowly, her
tongue almost hesitant in its careful exploration of Fey's crevice. She
tasted of Fey's wetness, and heard her stifled moans as she maintained the
pretense of the erotic dream. She continued, her tongue darting and moving
lazily up and down her pussy, her lips and chin quickly becoming slick with
Fey's juices. Soon, one of her hands went to her own cunt, already in bad
need of stimulation, while the other slithered between Fey's thighs.
Andrea used her index and middle fingers to spread Fey's pussy slightly,
her tongue becoming more adventurous. She would pause occasionally,
rubbing her chin and mashing her lips messily against Fey's hole, immersed
in the blissful task of bringing her ever closer to a shattering climax.
Soon, her fingers were spreading Fey's pussy wide, her tongue snaking in
and out of Fey, probing deep inside her. Fey could no longer maintain any
pretense. Her hands came out from under the pillow, to grab Andrea's head
and push her down hard. She could barely articulate words, crying out
every time Andrea's tongue would nuzzle inside her. "Ohhh... GOD!" She
finally managed, in a hoarse voice, "FUCK ME WITH YOUR TONGUE! OHHHGNNN
YEAHHHHH!" She was gasping, trying to breathe as Andrea continue to drive
her straight into an abyss of boundless pleasure. Her body, now soaked in
sweat, began shaking uncontrollably as she neared the edge, her mind and
soul fragmenting and splintering before the onslaught of her lover's
tongue. In a single, explosive moment, the orgasm erupted inside her. Her
hands forced Andrea's head down while her tongue was deep inside her. Her
back, neck and head arched back to near-breaking point, her legs squeezing
Andrea's shoulder uncontrollably. Sparks of energy fired up and down her
spine as her awareness seeped out of her body, through her cunt and into
Andrea's eager, thirsty mouth. She came and came, drenching her lover's
entire face, a renewed offering, a tribute to their newfound love. The
climax continued for long, interminable seconds, before subsiding like the
receding waters of a tidal wave. Fey collapsed back on the bed, heaving,
sweat dripping off her sizzling body, juices seeping from her slit.
Andrea's own climax, though shorter and less intense, came as she heard Fey
go over the edge. The mere notion of making Fey come by sucking her pussy
was enough to drive her to orgasm. She collapsed as Fey did, but continued
to minister to Fey's pussy, weakly but dutifully lapping up her juices,
pausing occasionally to lick her lips and relish in the taste. She then
brushed a few fingers off her chin, and brought them to her mouth, eager to
lick the wetness off them. She blinked as she heard Fey's weak voice
calling out to her, and crawled back up to the head of the bed, her naked
body deliberately rubbing up against her lover's. Andrea felt Fey's warmth
against her skin, a divine sensation, and finally rested on top of her,
their bodies pressed together. She initiated yet another deep kiss,
eventually letting Fey take the initiative and passively submitting while
her lover licked herself off her lips, tongue and chin. "Did I tell you I
love you?" whispered Fey breathlessly. "Only a million times Fey" replied
Andrea. "I want you in my bed every night" Fey said, her eyes burning with
passion. "I want you beside me every morning." Andrea lowered her lips to
Fey's. It was all the answer she required.
The days at work, away from Fey, were long for Andrea. She thought of
her new love constantly, occasionally taking advantage of her new, private
office suite to finger herself to a shattering climax at various times
during the day. She'd spread her legs, sprawled in a massive executive
chair, the leather rubbing across her skin as she frantically worked
herself into a climax. Behind her, through the enormous expanse of plate
glass, the city continued its frantic existence, oblivious to the woman's
consuming lesbian fantasies. Andrea had never felt so oversexed before,
and wondered how she could possibly need sexual release during work hours
despite being now engaged in the most fulfilling and intense sexual
relationship of her life. She handled her PR responsibilities well, but
the constant distraction would occasionally worry her--but only after a
climax. She soon stopped wearing panties, preferring the feel of her naked
pussy against the fabric of her long, gray corporate-style skirts. And she
enjoyed the freedom that came with simply slipping a hand beneath it
whenever her thoughts wandered over to Fey. Strange perspectives crept in
her psyche. She began eyeing women at the office in a whole new light.
She would feel herself respond to them sexually, though she did her best to
hide this from everyone, including Fey. Andrea was nothing if not
faithful, but her emerging feelings for all things female led her to a rich
and active fantasy life. She took it a level further, wondering who among
the girls in the office might actually be bisexual--or even exclusively
gay. She longed for a new sort of contact--someone she could talk to about
to help her sort through her feelings. Two weeks later came unnerving news
that had some bearing on her new life. The rumors, strangely, had drifted
past her office without penetrating it. Olivia McComb, one of the
directors of the Graphics Design department, had left unceremoniously from
the company a few days ago. Andrea barely knew her, but had never got the
impression that she was unhappy with her job. Rather the contrary, which
made this all the more peculiar. Casual talk around the coffee machine
shortly after hearing the news shed a distressing light on the subject:
apparently, she had been "caught in the act" by the Vice-President while on
holiday upstate. As Andrea poured herself a cup, straining to overhear
nearby gossip between half a dozen employees standing idly in the cramped
staff room, the nature of the "act" in question quickly became obvious,
chilling Andrea to the bone. McComb had been seen in the arms of another
woman. The tone of the chattering individual was unambiguous as to the
implication, and affirmed solemnly that it was the true reason behind what
now appeared to be a coerced resignation. McComb had apparently been
confronted by unmentioned parties, and had chosen to leave the company
discreetly and on officially good terms rather than face the possibility of
her private life becoming public, and of having to slug it out with the
courts for years to establish a discrimination charge. "I Guess the VP
wants this place dyke-free" the gossiping individual remarked. Andrea
walked straight to her office.
If there was such a thing as a "Lesbian restaurant", the guide
proclaimed, "Bachantes" was it. The food was mostly Italian, with a bit of
Greek and French littered across the menu. Fey and Andrea sat quietly in
one of the private booths off the to the far left, candles illuminating
their dark corner with a soft yellow glow as they each sampled a glass of
Spanish Red Wine. "What do you think of all this?" Fey asked, trying not
to let worry creep in her voice. Andrea smiled warmly, her hand sliding
across the table and clasping Fey's. Despite her initial fears after
hearing the rumors earlier in the day, she had quickly found her composure
again. She glanced over at a nearby table, where two girls made small talk
over appetizing courses. "I don't care much about it, Fey." She paused,
biting her lip pensively. "Funny. I never gave much thought to that kind
of discrimination. Didn't really feel concerned, I guess." Fey nodded,
half lost in her own thoughts. "I wonder if we get bumped up to a new tax
bracket too" she joked. Andrea giggled as she caressed her lover's hand,
but it sounded a bit nervous. Both of them had tapdanced around the
sensitive issue as their bond became more and more serious. Now engaged in
a mutual and monogamous sexual relationship, both secretly felt uneasy
about what kind of impact, short or longterm, it would have on their lives.
To deny that it would be anything less than tremendous was to play the part
of the ostrich, and both women were intelligent and honest enough with
themselves to realize it. Neither had quite worked up to discussing it
outright. "Andrea... I don't think it might be wise to..." "Don't even go
there Fey" Andrea interrupted abruptly. "If you think I'm giving what we
have because she was forced out of a job..." he voice trailed off
momentarily. "Just ain't gonna happen" she managed finally, trying not to
be upset. " `What we have'? Andrea, what *do* we have? What has happened
to us?" Her voice quivered as she saw sorrow creeping over her Andrea's
face, and she quickly slid her fingers between her lover's reassuringly.
"Look--I'm happy for the first time in my life. I can't find the right
words to tell you how much I feel for you. But the last thing I want for
you is to suffer." Andrea's words echoed the tears forming in her eyes.
"Well I'm sure as hell willing to suffer if it means holding on to you,
Fey" she professed empathetically. "How could I with having destroyed
everything you strove for ever since we went to college together?" "Fuck
the agency if they find out--I don't care. I'll sue their asses if they
try it, and I'll stir such a mess in the media they'll loose half their
clients. Three of my majors are promoting their open-minded stance on
same-sex couples--I'll have no trouble keeping them with me if I change
agencies, and I bet they'll get mileage out of it with the media if they
stay with me. I'll land a better job, guaranteed." A strange light burned
in Andrea's eyes, a fiery passion that would destroy anything that stood
between her and Fey. "So I guess it's official, love" Fey whispered,
elated by Andrea's profession nearly to the point of tears. "We're...
lesbians." It was the first time she had spoken the word in reference to
herself. Andrea leaned over the table, brushing her lips against hers.
"All I know is I love you. I don't care what it makes us, and I know you
don't either." Fey closed her eyes, indulging in the soft kiss, uncaring of
the universe around her.
Behind the words, Andrea's feelings were in turmoil. The brave facade
she had put up with Fey almost convinced her, but dark thoughts soon began
emerging once again. Perhaps she would not have minded if this had been a
brief fling, something of an experiment that would soon run its course.
But it was not--she was as convinced of her love for Fey as she had ever
been of anything else in her life. Her feet led her to the towering
building of dark glass and shining steel which housed the Wilson and Wilson
offices one week after her conversation with Fey. She fled into it,
leaving the bustling insanity of the streets at lunchtime behind her. Her
heart pounded in her chest, and she wondered once again what in God's name
had possessed her to seek out Vivian on this matter. The former aerobics
instructor turned-lawyer was a rising star of the company, specializing in
corporate litigation but not without solid background in criminal court
proceedings. Andrea had already worked out an excuse, planning to tell her
lawyer friend that she was here on behalf of the recently departed McComb,
in order to inquire as to her rights and options in the face of corporate
discrimination, but she felt so nervous she feared Vivian might suspect
something else was going on. She stood in the lobby for some time,
rehearsing the excuse under her breath, before walking up to the monstrous
set of elevators. She punched a large black button and was instantly
rewarded with a chime and the hush of sliding doors. The cart accelerated
smoothly up the building, while Andrea stood in center, alone and anxious.
She was almost hoping Vivian had gone out for lunch, as she sometimes did
instead of working through the break with a coffee and sandwich. She
stepped off the elevator as the doors opened on the twelfth floor. Vast
corridors carpeted in dark gray stretched in all directions, and she took a
moment to orient herself before making for the right office. Staff rooms
appeared deserted, as were all of the offices she came across, judging from
the occasional set of semi-transparent ceiling-to-floor windows that
flanked the entrance of various corporate suites on the way to Vivian's.
She heard voices reverberating from around the corner as she neared her
destination , and slowed her pace instinctively. She came to a sudden stop
when she recognized Rachel's voice. A sudden, strange feeling came over
her then, and she peeked carefully around the intersection, gaining
additional cover from the lush green leaves of a tall plant sitting right
around the corner. She saw Vivian standing in the doorway of her office,
swaying back and forth like an amorous schoolgirl. There was something in
her stance--something lascivious or inviting, totally at odds with what one
would expect from a very serious, competent and professional corporate
lawyer. Rachel was standing near her. Andrea swallowed hard--Rachel was
actually right up against Vivian. Her hands slipped around the lawyer's
hips as she proceeded to slide her tongue down her neck. Vivian's hands
soon brushed Rachel's chin, raising it to her own before initiating a
sultry kiss which lasted several seconds and left them both breathless.
Andrea's eyes had grown as wide as Canadian coins. Both women were looking
a little flushed, and the silent, conspiratorial stare which followed the
kiss was a blatant clue as to what had surely transpired minutes before in
the heart of Vivian's office. Both quickly ended their embrace, Rachel
taking hesitant steps towards Andrea's corner, evidently heading for the
elevators. "Can't wait for you to come at my place'" she said as she
turned and waved to Vivian, her voice filled with amorous innuendo. Andrea
didn't wait for the rest. Though this place certainly was enough of a maze
to hide in, she bolted, a flurry of thoughts racing in her head. She
crammed herself in a deserted, out-of-the way corner for a full five
minutes before daring to emerge, darting for the elevators and hoping that
Rachel wasn't lingering on the exit floor of the building. Before long,
she was back on the street, hidden amongst the crowd of pedestrians moving
hurriedly before the clock struck one. She walked for some time, oblivious
to the world, immersed in her own thoughts.
"It has to be the chain letter" Fey said, before kissing the nape of
Andrea's neck. Her naked body gently melted into Andrea's, the two women
locked in loving embrace on the massive beige couch. She shifted slightly,
trying to accommodate Fey--who lay under her, arms wrapping over hers--and
gazed up at the romantic sight of a clear, starry night shining through the
vast skylight windows angled over the salon. The moon, directly visible
from her vantage point, shone some pale rays down the opposite, immaculate
wall, the only source of illumination inside the apartment. "You think
so?" Andrea asked, sounding unsure. Fey's responded with another gentle
kiss, Andrea sighing in approval. Both women whispered in a low tone, as
if the darkness would be dispelled by the tone of their voices. The
aftermath of their torrid lovemaking was always a peaceful time, and she
felt at peace in Fey's arm, on the couch. "C'mon Fey" she chastised
affectionately, "What do you really think?" "I think you want to fuck them
both, love" Andrea was silent for a long time. "I'm with you Fey.
Nothing's ever going to change that." she finally said. Fey had not ceased
her loving ministrations, playfully licking Andrea's ear. "I know that,"
she whispered tenderly, "but I also know that you have sent this letter to
Vivian and Rachel. They must have discovered each other just as we have
discovered ourselves." Andrea frowned. "You think this happened because of
a dumb e-mail dumped in my inbox by who knows what? Because I send it to
you and Rachel and Vivian?" "And what if that was the case?" Fey asked, her
tone quite serious. "All I know is that I crave you in a way I have never
felt before, and everything is falling into place. I've known you all my
life, and if anyone ever deserved to be my soulmate, you'd be it. Until
this mail, the accident of our gender defined the extend of our physical
relationship. This is not so anymore." Andrea pondered the words while she
felt Fey's hands trace lazy circles on her sensitive skin. Her nipples
stiffened once more, the incessant yearning growing inside her. "On your
knees" Fey ordered suddenly, with a compelling edge in her tone. She slid
off the couch and brought both of them down to the floor. Andrea came down
on all fours, suddenly curious and puzzled as to what Fey had in mind while
she fell on her knees behind her. "Spread your legs" Fey demanded. Andrea
did so, a smile creeping on her lips. She felt herself grow submissive,
the anticipation of what was to occur making her wet. She played the part
of the obedient girl to a tee, raising her ass suggestively and giving Fey
complete access to her pussy. Fey's hands began to caress her ass
languidly, her fingertips feeling the warm flesh beneath her hand. She
stared at Andrea's kneeling body, willingly offered for her pleasure, and
couldn't help but feel her own arousal growing inside her. In the
semi-darkness, she smiled to herself, licking her lips before slowly
lowering her head. She kissed the soft cheeks of Andrea's ass, and then
proceeded to lick the warm flesh. Her tongue darted with deliberate
slowness at first, lapping up and down in long strokes like a cat. She
heard Andrea's breath quicken, her body shaking ever so slightly as she
continued her little teasing game. Soon, Fey focused her attention on
Andrea's pussy. Her lips and tongue drew close, caressing her inner tights
but stopping short of her slit, playfully teasing Andrea's anus before
retreating quickly to the soft cheeks. Andrea began to moan audibly, her
back arching so her cunt could become as accessible as possible. Her legs
were spread wide, and Fey could see her essence glistening in the moonlight
shining inside the unlit apartment. "You want to eat Rachel don't you?"
she asked, her voice husky and suggestive. Andrea moaned at first, but
quickly spoke up. "I... want you..." Fey's tongue darted out, only once,
licking up Andrea's slit. She tasted her, and relented immediately. She
heard her gasp before letting out a frustrated moan, and smiled wickedly.
"You can't hide this from me Andrea. You want her to eat your cunt, don't
you?" "No!" Andrea denied plaintively. "Say it! Don't be afraid of saying
it. I'd *love* for her to eat *my* pussy. Any woman would. You must
lying to me." Andrea's moans turned to a sharp squeal as Fey's tongue
suddenly slid out of her mouth and parted her lover's pussy lips.
"Ohhhh... yesssss! I want her! I want you! I want both!" "And Vivian
too?" "Yes! Vivian! I want to eat her cunt while she's eating you!" "Yes,
that would be nice wouldn't it? I can tell how hot and wet it makes you
just by sticking my tongue in your hole." "OHHHH! OHHH YEAH!!!" Andrea
screamed, as Fey proceeded to do just that. Fey smiled to herself as she
continued her delightful task. Moreover, she was becoming wet herself, the
thought of Andrea and Fey having sex with Rachel and Vivian driving her
wild. When she felt Andrea's whole body tremble, her voice breaking as she
screamed, begging her lover to let her come, she smiled wickedly. Then,
she sucked avidly, with total abandon, her tongue burying itself inside
Andrea's cunt. Her lover responded quickly, first with a sharp scream, and
then a shuddering which coursed, like raw lightning, through her entire
body. She collapsed on her back minutes later, an exhausted smile on her
face. "Did you really mean that, about Vivian and Rachel?" she asked
breathlessly, as Fey slid on top of her. Fey kissed her on the forehead,
once. "I'm game if you are" she replied.
>From then on, it was a delightful sort of conspiracy. Andrea and Fey
plotted like a couple of schoolgirls. As if it were at all possible, the
very notion of staging a kind of seduction on the unsuspecting couple
actually enhanced their lovemaking. Both women had, sadly, a limited
amount of experience when it came to lesbian sex, and though they both had
quickly learned how to expertly please someone of their own sex, the notion
of experimenting with another woman was an opportunity that the women felt
they should both seize. If anything, their joint efforts dispelled any
kind jealousy; Fey and Andrea had grown to trust each other on a level that
took most couples years to achieve. They would partake of this pleasure
together.
The shoot began promptly at 8 on Saturday morning, the girls on contract
in their respective lodges getting ready. It was a racy shoot for a
gentlemen's magazine--a special issue that would model various sexy outfits
showcased by a number of boutiques in the hopes that incentives from the
male readers would drive the girlfriends and wives to make a few purchases.
A few lingerie and swimsuit spreads to begin with, something to capture the
mood, before moving up to semi-nude spreads that would easily double as
secondary pictorials for the magazine in their own right. Rachel was in
her own dress room, trying to shake out of a groggy state as she slipped on
the garter belt which complemented a black teddy she was to model. She had
not really slept the night before, and the fatigue was catching up to her.
She turned as the door opened, but didn't bother to cover herself up out of
habit, her bra casually resting on a nearby chair. "Hiya Rachel! Catchin'
you at a bad time?" Rachel smiled as Andrea strode in. "How are you
doing?" Andrea smiled back, her eyes falling to her friend's exposed bosom.
"You planning to give anyone heart attacks today?" Rachel laughed. "Not
the photographer, that's for sure. I hate to cater to stereotypes, but
he's as `uninterested' as it gets. Probably why his work is so good--he
can concentrate." She gazed at her friend for a moment, and momentarily
forgot about adjusting her fishnet stockings. Andrea was dressed in an
unusual fashion, even for a day off. A pair of tight jean shorts she had
never seen her friend in, and a Pastel T-shirt that was more than was a
little taunt around her shapely breasts. Rachel tried not to notice Andrea
wasn't wearing a bra either. "What about you? Would you be able to
concentrate with me around?" Andrea said with a wink. Rachel blinked,
before realizing it was a joke. "You want to stay for the shoot?" "Sure.
I've visited once of twice, but I don't think I ever stayed to see how life
is in the fast lane." "Well, it's a bit of a raunchy session. Now, if you
don't mind us girls throwing our clothes off for the camera..." "Not one
bit" Andrea assured her.
It was a strange thing, really. In what now felt like a lifetime ago,
she really wouldn't have been interested in the dizzying array of female
flesh that paraded before her. But as she stood on weak legs, blood
thumping in her ears, her eyes studied the goings-on of the shoot with keen
interest. A shapely brunette stood around projectors, her back arched,
legs parted, hands on the hips, her beautiful ass to the camera. Her head
was turned, eyes staring straight into the lends, her expression devilishly
provocative. Andrea began to fantasize about seducing the model before
her, as she had a dozens of times over the last four hours with dozens of
different women. She had seen Rachel a handful of times during that
period, a strange glow in her eyes as she posed enticingly for the camera.
The last shot before lunch break was not at all unconventional considering
the nature of the spread, but Andrea's heart stopped as Rachel walked
before the backdrops accompanied by a tall blonde-haired woman with a soft
tan, delicate features and the proverbial hourglass figure. Her breasts
were slightly smaller than Rachel's, but her ass and legs were a definite
attention grabber, with curves that could cause accidents on straight
highways. She wore a yellow bikini that hid very little, while Rachel was
inside a blue one-piece that was virtually part of her smooth skin. Her
rich chestnut hair was hanging freely from her shoulders, her lips a
compelling shade of dark red. Both women were quickly sprayed with water
by a techie holding a hose, and the makeup crew then proceeded to do a
final retouch to maintain their alluring looks. The photographer called
for everyone to get ready, and the two girls took their positions. The
cheesy beach backdrop was certainly not the focus of attention--Andrea's
eyes seemed to narrow exclusively to the scene before her. At first,
Rachel and her companion posed conservatively, like a pair of regular
girlfriends walking on the beach. Back to back, staring off to the right,
leaning against each other, locked in a sisterly hug. The first roll of
film was quickly done away with. The second part of the shoot left Andrea
breathless. The hugs became more than sisterly. The point of view of the
models shifted from the camera to each other. They held hands at first,
and soon began taking suggestive poses with clearly sapphic overtones. It
was obvious to everyone present that this was a professional shoot, a
simple--some would call fraudulent--illusion, manufactured for the needs of
fashion magazines the world over. Nothing that every female model didn't
have to do on occasion, from New York to Paris. Clear to everyone but
Andrea. The last shot, as Rachel and her counterpart drew so close as to
feel each other's breath on their lips, as if about to engage in a
passionate kiss, left Andrea so wet and horny she had to walk back a few
steps and sit on a pile of wooden boxes. The photographer called it as the
second roll was finished. The Blonde immediately disengaged, her demeanor
shifting from pseudo-lesbian interest to cool and professional
heterosexuality, making for her dress room without further ado. Andrea saw
Rachel, still standing as the techies fretted about her, taking down the
backdrops before lunch. Her eyes, staring from amongst the busy crew a
full twelve feet away, locked with Andrea's. A hundred years compressed
into a single second. Andrea held her breath, taken aback by the deep
sense of longing Rachel seemed to communicate to *her*. The magical moment
was interrupted suddenly, the model turning and briskly walking away, her
expression flushed and confused.
Andrea didn't bother to knock. She walked in to the room, and saw
Rachel sitting next to the large mirror, her legs crossed, a towel hanging
around her neck. She wore a light beige robe, the swimsuit lying discarded
on the floor. "Any reason why you have your dress room at the other end of
the hall, apart from everyone else's? The dust between here and there is a
killer on the lungs." "The other girls don't like me." offered Rachel
sourly. "Really?" responded Andrea, surprised by her friend's tone.
"No... actually I asked for it. I like my privacy. Besides, no one else
wanted it." "Something bothering you?" Rachel stared at herself in the
mirror. Andrea came up behind her. She rested her hands on the model's
shoulders. "Maybe I have a lot on my mind." "Like what?" whispered Andrea.
She felt her friend tremble beneath her touch. She began to massage her
lightly. "We've known each other for a long time Rachel. I know we don't
keep in touch as much as we used to, but I'd like it if you'd get whatever
is getting you down off your chest." Her tone was reassuring and gentle.
"It's... difficult to explain. Complicated" Rachel said, as if struggling
with every syllable. Andrea continued to massage Rachel's neck, her
fingers caressing her shoulders and collarbone through the robe. "I'm all
ears." Rachel tried to speak, but her voice apparently refused to
cooperate. She was obviously feeling lightheaded, Andrea's relaxing touch
working wonders. Her eyes began to close of their own accord. "I must be
doing a good job" mused Andrea, in a quietly playful tone. Rachel hummed
approvingly, obviously lost in the moment. In her tired state, the rush of
heavenly sensation was carrying her body to another place. Andrea's
fingers stroked up her neck. Tracing the edge of her jawbone. With an
open palm, she caressed Rachel's cheek, and the latter instinctively
shifted her head to the side, rubbing her soft skin across Andrea's hand.
Rachel felt her friend move behind her. Her eyes were still closed, but
she knew Andrea had come around as she remained seated on the chair. She
felt the soft touch of her lips as Andrea kissed her lightly on the mouth.
Her eyes flew open. Andrea was smiling like an angel. She tried to look
confused, even offended, but she couldn't bring herself to do so. Her eyes
searched those of the woman before her, and saw a growing lust that
paralleled her own. "I don't think we should--" "You know what I think?"
Andrea interrupted, her voice soft and even, her index brushing across
Rachel's lips. "I think you would have preferred that I do that last shoot
with you, instead of that other girl. I also think it would have gone a
lot father if it hadn't been a shoot." Rachel felt her heart race. "I
think you want me. Here... and now." She kissed her again, with mounting
passion. This time, Rachel responded. They gently drifted to the floor in
each other's arms, mouths still locked in the soul kiss. Their hands
roamed over each other, Rachel's trembling and awkward while Andrea's were
both gentle and adroit. Breaking the kiss, she uncovered Rachel' smooth
bosom, naked beneath the robe. Rachel moaned softly as Andrea, resting on
top of her, lowered her mouth to her already stiff nipples. She could not
believe Andrea was suckling at her breast... could not believe how hot and
horny she was feeling... the need for release growing swiftly, alarmingly.
Andrea was in heaven, completely focused on her actions, with but a dim
awareness of how incredibly wet she was becoming. Hoping for a mere
opportunity to open the door to the seduction of her gorgeous girlfriend,
she was now about to have her in her own dress room. She used her tongue
expertly, teasing Rachel's nipple until she groaned, her hips bucking under
Andrea, the passion driving her wild. She briskly opened the folds of the
model's robe, revealing her nakedness, and shifted momentarily to the other
breast, where she continued her oral teasing. She smiled wickedly at the
sight of Rachel, her eyes closed once again, her whole body shuddering
under her every time she bit down playfully. She continued for long,
endless seconds, before Rachel's moans became louder. She moved with
catlike grace, backing up on all fours until her head rested over Rachel's
slit. Her eyes were hungry at the exquisite sight of her trimmed pussy,
glistening with juices, begging to be licked and savored. Andrea could not
wait any longer, knowing that anything could trigger Rachel's orgasm. She
wanted her mouth on the woman's pussy when she came, wanted to taste her
deepest essence. She lowered herself to her, and gently began teasing
Rachel's clit with the tip of her tongue. An earthquake shook through
Rachel, her whole body trembling, as if trying to come apart. She managed
not to alert the entire building as Andrea intensified her licking and
sucking, lost in a sudden eruption of intense pleasure. Her hips bucked
yet again, but Andrea's mouth was steadfast. Soon, she felt the mad rush
building inside her, the awesome power about to be released. "Don't...
stop... don't... ohhhh!" she said, urging Andrea on. Lights exploded
before her eyes. She moaned once again, unable to stop herself. She felt
herself gush all over Andrea's face, felt every nerve in her body
responding to the blissful climax. Soon, her moans were replaced by sharp
intakes of air, as she struggled to breathe despite the waves of ecstasy
crashing inside her. Finally, she slumped back, her whole body throbbing,
sweaty. She was dimly aware of Andrea's mouth, still busy on her sensitive
pussy, kissing it gently, lapping up the excess of girlcum. She tasted
herself when Andrea's lips came over hers, their tongues roaming and hungry
for each other. "I want you." Rachel said ardently. Andrea was all
smiles. "You'll have to ask nicely." It was Rachel's turn to grin.
"Nicely? I saw how hot you were back there, during the shoot. Damn near
made me loose my composure. I was getting so fucking hot just looking at
you." Andrea stood up slowly, and unfastened the buttons and zipper on her
jean shorts. In a few seconds she had removed them, along with her soaked
panties and sneakers. She stood before Rachel, who had curled up on
herself, watching with an amused smile that grew lustful as she glimpsed
for the first time at Andrea's naked pussy. She stood there, arms to her
hips, a seductive smile daring her to do unfathomable things. She still
wore her pastel T-shirt, through which she could see her stiff nipples, but
it seemed to combine with her nakedness from the waist down into the
picture of a wicked and sensual amazon, beckoning her to satisfy her
desires with her mouth. Rachel rose to her knees, submissively. Andrea
picked up on it, and remembered the intense love-play she had enjoyed with
Fey days before. "You still haven't asked" She said reproachfully.
Rachel, completely naked, prostrated herself on her hands and knees,
kissing Andrea's bare feet. "Please..." she whispered. "Louder." "Please"
begged Rachel, speaking up. "Please what?" "Please... let me... suck..."
"Say it!" snapped Andrea in a mock-angry tone. "Please let me suck your
pussy." God this is making horny, thought Andrea. She arched her back
slightly, thrusting her hips forward. "You want to lick my cunt, you want
to eat me, is that it?" "Yes!" Rachel implored her, still very subservient.
"I want to lick you cunt... I want to make you come..." Her hands still on
her hips, Andrea nodded, as if giving a slave permission. Immediately,
Rachel rose up on her knees, her hands sliding up and down her lover's legs
as she proceeded to eat Andrea's cunt out voraciously. Already wet, Andrea
sensed Rachel's agile tongue sliding over her pussy lips, and felt her
heart slamming against the inside of her rib cage. Quickly, instinctively,
Rachel's hands rose and slid behind Andrea's ass, caressing it. She
continued to attack Andrea's cunt with aggressive fervor, biting gently on
her clit and roughly thrusting her tongue deep inside her slit. It wasn't
long before Andrea was approaching her own climax. The speed with which
this liaison had become sexual, combined with the erotic nature of the
morning's shoot, plus Rachel's energetic efforts, was enough to break down
her resistance with surprising swiftness. She felt Rachel's hands on her
ass, massaging the cheeks, her fingers sliding in and out of her crack,
teasing her anus and asshole. No one had ever caressed her quite that way,
and she found herself squealing in response to Rachel's touch. The
kneeling servant, ever aware of her lover's reactions to her stimuli,
intensified her finger probing. As tongue centered on her clit, licking it
forcefully with the tip of her tongue, her hands spread Andrea's ass
cheeks, and she inserted her middle finger deep in her asshole. Andrea's
strangled scream heralded the shattering climax which exploded inside her.
Rachel violated her deeper and deeper with her finger while her mouth
continued to suck her pussy with determination and love. The woman
continued to shake, the strength in her legs quickly fading. Somehow, she
managed to retain her equilibrium, perhaps because she was almost bracing
herself on Rachel. In the minutes that followed, Andrea staggered towards
and sat on the lone chair next to the mirror, trying to catch her breath,
her body still glowing in the aftermath of the passionate encounter.
Rachel rose to her feet, picking her robe up but making no move to put it
back on. She came close to Andrea and kissed her softly on the cheek.
They were quiet for sometime. It was an awkward and heavy silence. "What
is it?" Andrea eventually asked. Rachel looked away, not answering.
Finally, she managed a gentle whisper. "I... I want you to know, I'm not
angry or upset about what just happened. In a way, I... I think it was
meant to be. But..." Words failed her again, and she looked down, locked
in some kind of deep emotional quandary. "There is someone else" Andrea
said, in a tone that suggested she was half-guessing. Rachel nodded
curtly. Andrea looked down, wondering if this was the time to spill the
beans regarding what she had seen the week before. But as she was about to
speak, she was silenced by a kiss from Rachel. Her eyes snapped up,
staring up to her friend's gentle smile. "God, Andrea... I don't want to
betray my lover's trust, but I can't get you out of my mind. I..." Andrea
shushed her. "Don't say any more, baby. Think it over. If you want to
see me again, just call me." She hesitated before adding, "If you want me
to forget about this, I won't. I can't. But it can be our own little
secret." Andrea could see the emotions conflicting inside her. "No,"
Rachel finally said, "I won't forget this. I love her, but I can't live
without you either. Maybe I can... explain this to her. Hell, maybe we
can..." Andrea smiled, amused by the turn of events. Some instinct
prompted her to cut Rachel off. "Not yet, baby. Maybe later. Let's enjoy
this little affair for a while, just the two of us. What do you say?"
Rachel smiled wickedly. "We should have done this years ago." Andrea's
kiss was long and sweet. "I know."
To be continued in part 3...
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