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Subject: {ASSM} Isobel (FF, lesbian) (Katherine T.)
Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 22:10:04 -0500
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The following entertainment is for adults only, and anyone not
an adult is hereby warned to go away.

All comments to the author will be greatly appreciated.
Contact me at kt1960@earthlink.net

A repository of erotic fiction by Katherine T. can be found at
the following URL: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Katherine_T



                             ISOBEL

                         by Katherine T.
                      kt1960@earthlink.net


     In the real estate office where she works, Isobel has been
reading the same listing over and over for the past five minutes
as Charley walks up to her desk. Charley is as sleek as they get,
a woman who has everything going for her, always hurrying around
town in a flashy little sports car with some exotic creature
beside her, always dressed in nothing but the latest fashion and
knowing every hot place in the city. Where does she get the time
to sell any real estate? Girls go crazy over Charley, fawning
over her, the femmes quivering in the aura of Charley's butch
confidence. All of this making Isobel envious because her own
life seems so empty by comparison. If Charley is sleek, Isobel
sees herself as dull, grey, pushing forty and generally hopeless.
     Charley says: "I'd say from the looks of it you could use a
drink." She has the kind of smile that makes you think nothing
can hurt her. "I've got a date for lunch, but why don't you come
along for the ride and get your mind off the office?"
     Isobel shakes her head. "No, I'll only get in the way."
     "Don't be ridiculous. Besides, I want you to meet this girl.
She's a real knockout."
     Which Isobel doesn't believe. If Charley's date was a real
knockout, Charley would never be so magnanimous. From the
beginning they've had a mutual understanding: two dykes in a
straight office, let's just keep it between ourselves and don't
expect me to make it with you. Maybe the others in the office
know about us, but let's not talk about it. This unspoken
agreement has always been accepted by Isobel. On occasion she
sees Charley in a bar and they wave to each other, but it's never
more than that. And now this offer that ought to be declined. But
Isobel tells herself she needs it, she needs to be with people,
she needs something. She'll be better off having lunch with
Charley than eating alone again.
     "You sure she won't mind?"
     "Of course not. Come on, let's get out of here."
     Twenty minutes later in a restaurant, Isobel is sitting
across a table from Charley and her date. The girl is indeed
gorgeous, a blue-eyed blonde in her mid-twenties, long hair, a
heart-shaped face and red rosebud lips. Isobel thinks the girl
looks a great deal like a former lover who broke Isobel's heart.
This girl's name is Lauren and she works nights as a dancer in a
topless bar, the required assets for the job now barely concealed
by her low-cut dress. Delicious tits. Isobel finds it difficult
to take her eyes off Lauren's breasts. Looking at those breasts
makes Isobel more envious of Charley than ever.
     Now Isobel gazes down at her drink in order not to seem too
obvious, not to seem too blatantly hungry for something. Lauren,
after all, belongs to Charley and it's bad form to intrude into
someone else's relationship. Charley is rambling on about
something, but Isobel isn't listening. In the back of her mind
she imagines Lauren is laughing at her and she wishes she were
more of a conversationalist. Tonight, when she thinks about this,
she'll regret every moment she was awkward. Charley always knows
what to say. Now the waiter approaches the table and says to
Charley: "There's a phone call for you at the bar."
     Charley rises and she smiles at Isobel and Lauren. "I'll be
right back."
     Suddenly Isobel is alone with the beauty on the other side
of the table. Isobel has no idea at all what they've been talking
about and she struggles to fill the awkward silence.
     Isobel says: "Charley tells me you were once in a
centerfold."
     Lauren nods. "I was Miss August. I was a cow-girl with a
ten-gallon hat and two six-guns. Maybe you saw me." 
     Isobel shakes her head. "No, I don't think so. I think if
I'd seen you, I wouldn't forget you."
     Isobel is surprised to hear herself say such a thing. Will
Lauren think she's flirting?
     Lauren smiles. "Well, it was a long time ago. I was just out
of high school and still living with my parents." Then Lauren
jumps into a nonstop monologue that begins in the cornfields of
Iowa and follows her life through succeeding chapters to the
present. Isobel is spellbound. If Lauren would go on and on like
that all day long, Isobel would sit there without once taking her
eyes off Lauren. But Charley returns and interrupts them.
     "Hell, I'm sorry," Charley says. "I've got some pressing
business at the office and I'm afraid I'll have to leave. Why
don't you two stay on and have lunch together? It's on me."
     Lauren smiles. "I'd love to."
     "Then it's settled," Charley says. She turns before Isobel
can say anything and she gives Isobel a sly wink, an invitation
that tells Isobel go on, do what you want. Then Charley leaves.
The waiter returns and Isobel and Lauren order lunch.
     They talk. They eat. They have some more wine. Before Isobel
is aware of it, an hour has passed and they're on their feet and
leaving. Both are a little tipsy from the wine and Lauren is
hanging onto Isobel's arm to keep her balance. Isobel is amazed
at herself for drinking so much and not feeling it.
     Lauren says: "I've never had such a good time. It's so hard
to find people you can talk to. You're really a good listener."
     "You're an interesting girl."
     Lauren giggles. "And you're the strong silent type and I
love that."
     Isobel doesn't usually think of herself as that strong and
silent, but she lets it pass. She's willing to be anything Lauren
wants. Every time she glances at Lauren, she needs to make an
effort not to look down the front of Lauren's dress.
     People are staring now, and Isobel feels a bit foolish about
to stagger out of the restaurant in the middle of the day with a
beautiful girl on her arm. She thinks the waiter smiled a little
too much when she paid the bill. So what, let them look, Isobel
thinks. She decides she doesn't give a damn. This is the first
time she's felt really alive in months and months.
     "Come on, I'll take you home," Isobel says.
     "Don't you need to go back to the office."
     "I'll call in sick."
     And they walk out.

                          *     *     *

     Lauren has a small apartment in a building for young
singles. The apartment is on the second floor, and rather than
wait for the elevator they climb the stairs with Lauren hanging
onto Isobel's arm to keep from falling. "I've had too much wine,"
Lauren says with a giggle. Isobel is completely sober now,
worried about how far to go and how much of what happens will get
back to Charley. Did she read Charley wrong in the restaurant?
She's not certain; she's never certain about anything. That's her
big problem, isn't it? Not enough certainty.
     When they reach the door to Lauren's apartment, Lauren
fumbles in her purse for the key. "Don't mind the mess, I'm not
much of a housekeeper."
     Inside the apartment, Lauren picks up a stocking lying on
the floor in the small living room. Isobel sits down on the sofa
and she looks around at the clutter, the various articles of
clothing scattered everywhere, every available surface piled high
with an assortment of junk. Isobel is amused as she takes it all
in. So what if the girl is a slob, with that body she can be
anything she wants.
     "I love it," Isobel says.
     Lauren blushes. "I know it's a mess but I just hate doing
housework. There's so much more to life." She kicks off her
shoes, and then she sits on the sofa near Isobel and she lies
back with one leg dangling provocatively over the edge of the
sofa as she throws her arms back over her head. "God, I'm dizzy.
I sure did drink too much wine."
     Isobel gazes down at the luscious figure stretched out
before her. Lauren's skirt has pulled back to expose her firm
thighs, and those lovely breasts seem about to pop out of her bra
any second. Isobel stares at the deep neckline of the dress and
she imagines Lauren's hard little nipples right there where the
stitching converges on each side. Thinking about Lauren's swollen
breasts makes Isobel's pussy twitch, and with a sigh she leans
back and she casually places one hand on the crotch of her own
tight slacks. Lauren seems oblivious. Isobel gazes at the ceiling
as she carefully presses her palm against her crotch, and then
finally she pulls her hand away and she sits up and she tells
herself to relax. Take your time, Isobel thinks. Don't ruin it.
     Now Lauren shifts on the couch and she raises one knee, her
skirt sliding the rest of the way down her smooth legs to expose
the milk-white crotch of her panties. Her creamy inner thighs are
so incredibly appealing, Isobel can barely control herself. She
has an urge to dive between those legs and rip the flimsy
material away with her teeth. She tells herself Lauren can't
possibly be ignorant of what she's doing to her. Is it some kind
of game Lauren is playing, some kind of teasing idiotic game?
     At last Isobel reaches out and she gently rests a hand on
one of Lauren's knees. Lauren takes a deep breath but she says
nothing. Isobel's fingers inch a bit higher and she lightly
strokes the girl's tender flesh. The satiny feel of Lauren's skin
sends an electric chill up Isobel's arm and down into the
pleasure center between her legs.
     Lauren's response is more verbal. "Mmm, that feels good."
Then she spreads her legs and adds: "Do it some more."
     God, she really wants it, Isobel thinks. She feels her belly
tingling as the erotic heat builds inside her. She licks her lips
and she slides her hand further along the girl's exquisite flesh
until her fingers are almost at the treasure between those lovely
thighs. The bulge of Lauren's pussy is visible under the tight
panties, and now for the first time Isobel sees the thin cotton
is wet with the sweet juice of Lauren's cunt, right there where
the swollen lips are no doubt pouting open. Isobel is almost
drooling as she imagines the cunt exposed, the slick lips sucking
at her thrusting tongue.
     Lauren moans. "Oh baby, you make me feel so good!"
     Isobel feels the room begin to spin. She imagines she feels
a wad of juice gush out of her own pussy and soak the crotch of
her pants. With a groan, she slides off the sofa, sliding down on
her knees beside Lauren with her right hand stroking the insides
of Lauren's thighs, her fingers digging into the yielding flesh
and rubbing the smooth skin with her open palm. "Do I?" she
whispers. "Do I make you feel good?" And as she says this, her
left hand travels over Lauren's body to slip inside the open
neckline of Lauren's dress. Carefully, gently, her fingers
trembling, Isobel pulls the neckline of the dress away and she
eases Lauren's breasts out of her bra one after the other, the
lovely globes jiggling on Lauren's chest like two mounds of
jelly, the hard little nipples standing straight and begging for
attention. Lauren shudders as Isobel brushes her nipples with the
tips of her fingers. Lauren spreads her legs further, and now
Isobel's right hand is toying with the edge of Lauren's panties,
stroking, teasing with her right hand while she uses her left
hand, her thumb and forefinger, to roll one of Lauren's erect
nipples.
     Lauren purrs like a kitten, the pink tip of her tongue
licking her wet lips. She starts gyrating her hips with a
seductive motion, her eyes half closed, her ass moving on the
sofa, all of it driving Isobel to the edge of madness.
     With a husky groan, Isobel suddenly bends to take one of
Lauren's nipples between her lips. Lauren sighs and immediately
she takes hold of Isobel's head to pull Isobel's face more
firmly against her chest. "Mmm, I love that."
     Isobel's tongue rolls over the hard little nipple, around
and around in ever larger circles until she's licking the entire
breast. She moans as she tries to suck all of the breast inside
her wide open mouth. But the breast is much too big and she
finally returns to the nipple to suckle it again. She squeezes
the nipple between her lips, flicks her tongue over the tip and
around the areola. Lauren squirms on the couch as Isobel teases
the nipple with the sharp edges of her teeth.  "Oh baby, I want
you!"
     With her free hand, Isobel yanks back Lauren's skirt to
completely uncover Lauren from the navel down. Isobel sits up and
she pulls the girl closer to the edge of the sofa, positioning
Lauren's legs on either side of her own body, Lauren making no
move to resist, but instead watching with enthusiasm as Isobel
now stands up and fumbles with her belt to get her pants down.
     "Keep your legs open," Isobel says, her voice throaty as she
pushes her slacks and underpants down at the same time.
     Lauren snickers, her eyes narrowed as she gazes at the
abundant bush of hair at the joining of Isobel's thighs. "I'm
still wearing my panties."
     "Just wait."
     Isobel gets her slacks and underpants off, and then she
strips her knee-highs off her legs and she stands there naked
from the waist down, her eyes fixed on Lauren's panty-covered
crotch, her fingers sliding down over her own belly and into the
heavy bush between her legs. "God, you turn me on," Isobel says
in a rasping voice, her forefinger and middle finger now
squeezing her clitoris, jerking the flap up and down without
caring what Lauren thinks, Lauren's eyes wide open with
excitement as she watches it.
     Isobel pulls her cunt open, her fingers forcing her clitoris
to protrude. "Here, what do you think of this?"
     Wide-eyed, Lauren stares at the big clit. "It's huge."
     Take your time, Isobel thinks. Make it last.
     She drops down again and she runs her hands over Lauren's
legs and then over the mound of Lauren's pubic arch. Isobel's
fingers take hold of the white panties and she slowly pulls them
down, down over the trim golden triangle, Lauren moaning and
closing her eyes as she lifts her hips to make the unveiling
easier.
     Slow down! Isobel thinks.
     She bends forward to get her face against the golden bush,
nuzzling it, getting the smell of it, sniffing at the powerful
hot woman-smell. She blows her hot breath on it and she feels
Lauren shudder in response.
     Now Isobel pulls back and she gets Lauren's panties down,
and Lauren raising her knees to help Isobel slide the panties
over her lovely legs. The panties dangle on one slender ankle
until Lauren kicks them free. Then, her eyes heavy with passion
and her lips pouting, Lauren spreads her knees apart to show
Isobel everything she has.
     "And here's Lauren," the blonde says with a soft giggle.
     Isobel gazes down at the most beautiful cunt she's ever
seen. It's perfect, everything perfectly formed. It's a blonde
cunt, blonde hair, pink lips, a bright pink interior now revealed
as the inner wattles are flaring outward, the short clitoris
completely covered by its hood, the opening showing an oozing of
opalescent cream, and below that the tight pinkish-brown anus
already receiving the juice streaming from the vagina above it.
     "You're flooded," Isobel says, her eyes on the wetness, the
pool of it in the mouth of Loren's vagina.
     Lauren groans, half lying on her back, her chin pressed down
against her collar-bone, her knees up and wide apart to make
everything she has available to Isobel. "Eat me," she says
seductively. "I'm dying to feel your mouth on my pussy."
     With a soft growl, Isobel bends forward to press her lips
directly on the open sex.
     Lauren gasps, closes her eyes, shakes her knees back and
forth. Her legs drop to wrap around Isobel's waist and pull her
in. Isobel is now covering all of Lauren's cunt with her mouth,
the slippery outer lips hot beneath the broad surface of her
tongue, Lauren's pubic hair tickling her lips and teeth as she
blows her breath into the oozing flower.
     Lauren groans, cries, digs her fingers into Isobel's short
hair as she squirms her hips on the cushion. Quickly, Isobel
slips her hands under the girl's ass, her fingers clutching the
buttery globes as her mouth at the same time presses down with
her tongue sinking into the sticky sweet pudding of the open
cunt. Lauren rolls around in Isobel's hands as Isobel laps and
licks and stirs the slick inner walls of her vagina, pushing
forward with the pointed tip of her tongue until her mouth is
completely engulfed by Lauren's hot flesh. Without reserve now,
Isobel uses her nose to rub Lauren's swollen clitoris back and
forth until Lauren cries out and heaves and shoots her legs up in
the air as her cunt explodes again and again.
     Isobel continues to suck as Lauren comes down, Isobel's lips
pulling at the flowing cream, savoring it, gorging herself. 
     Lauren finally drops her legs over Isobel's shoulders again
and sighs. "Hey, that was something." The blonde giggles. "You
really did me, didn't you?"
     Isobel pulls away, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand
and rises to find her purse. "You're a lovely girl."
     Lauren gazes at Isobel's full ass as Isobel crosses the
room. "Thank you."
     "It's too bad you're Charley's girl."
     "But I'm not. Did she tell you that?"
     Isobel finds her purse, extracts a Kleenex and wipes her
chin. Then she turns to face Lauren again. "She didn't say it
exactly, I just assumed it."
     Her legs crossed, Lauren shakes her blonde head. "I'm not
anybody's girl. In case you're interested, I've never done this
with Charley."
     Isobel sits down in one of the easy chairs and she crosses
her legs to hide her sex and make her thighs look more firm. Now
she wishes she had her pants on. "Say that again."
     "I said I've never done this with Charley. She tried, all
right, but it never happened."

                          *     *     *

     The next day at the office, Charley winks at Isobel. "How
did it go with the blonde, Isobel? Nice time?"
     Isobel blushes. "Interesting, yes."
     Charley laughs. "Interesting? Yeah, she's that all right.
Sweet, isn't she?"
     And as Isobel watches Charley walk away, she wonders how
many of Charley's other girls are interesting and sweet and
untouched by Charley. Maybe it's the sports car, Isobel thinks.
Maybe there's something about a flashy red sports car that gets
in the way. She smiles at her own silliness and she starts
reading the latest real estate listings again.

                               End

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