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From: "Medea F.K." <medeafk@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Kate (FF, fist)
Date: Sun,  3 Nov 2002 03:10:04 -0500
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	The great thing about being a bi female is that it's easy to find 
opportunities to look at women you find attractive, without making it seem 
as though you're weirdly obsessed with sex.  Even if you really are 
sex-obsessed.  The downside is that often other women, even ones who might 
potentially be attracted to you, assume that you don't do girls because you 
once had a boyfriend.  I'm sure this leads to all sorts of missed 
opportunities, but sometimes near-misses pan out after all.  Like Kate.
	Kate worked at a coffee shop I'd occasionally stop by on my way to work.  I 
didn't pay all that much attention to her at first, but she surprised me by 
learning both my name (Julia) and my usual order (a double tall mocha) 
relatively quickly.  After that, I started watching her.  She was actually 
quite pretty, but a little shy, and I got the impression that most people 
ignored her in favor of the bubbly co-eds she worked with.  She seemed a 
little older than most of the other employees, which made me curious about 
why she was working a job like this.  It didn't appear to be a matter of 
intelligence.
	I started chatting with her a little more when I came in, just innocuous 
little things like the weather and the strange people one sees in our part 
of town.  Her sense of humor was a bit snarky, but I liked it.  After a 
while she started to offer all sorts of amusing commentary on local politics 
and events.  I really enjoyed talking to her.  I found myself buying coffee 
more often than I used to.

	It was summer, and a few days before the Fourth of July.  As she rang up my 
mocha, I asked if she had any plans for the holiday.
	"Oh, not really.  My boyfriend wants to go down to the waterfront to see 
the fireworks, but I think I'd rather stay in this year."
	"Yeah, I usually try to avoid the drunken crowds," I said.
	I wasn't thinking about it at the time, but here's where I made the big 
mistake, the same one I complained about just a bit ago.  After that, every 
time I noticed that she was wearing something particularly cute, or she said 
something that made me grin, I thought `too bad she's straight'.
	Sometime around August, I noticed that she wasn't there anymore when I came 
in.  I asked some of the other employees if she'd switched to another shift, 
but a lot of them were new, university students who had come back from 
summer break and realized they needed money if they were going to eat this 
semester, and the ones who had worked there longer just shrugged and said 
they thought maybe she quit.  I was disappointed to hear that.  The news was 
good for my caffeine habit, though.
	I had mostly forgotten about the whole thing until a full six months later, 
when I happened to be looking through the local literary events calendar and 
discovered that she was doing a book reading at the downtown Barnes and 
Noble.  I had to go, of course, even if it was in the middle of the week.
	It turned out that the book she was reading from was a novel and it took 
place in a coffee shop.  Well, that explained why she was working there.  
The date came around, and I went, getting there a little too late to find a 
seat.  After listening to her read a completely hilarious passage from the 
book, I decided to buy a copy and have it signed.  I made sure I was the 
last one in line, so I could actually have a chance to talk to her.  The 
reading was well attended.  It seemed that her book was getting a lot of 
attention, especially considering that she wasn't a well-known author.
	After about forty minutes of waiting, it was my turn.  When she saw me, she 
grinned.
	"Julia!  It's great to see you.  I'm so glad you came."  She signed my book 
in large, graceful letters, and then asked, "Hey, do you have to be anywhere 
after this?  Can I buy you a drink?"
	How could I say no to that?
	We wandered over to a brewpub/restaurant a few blocks away, and started 
chatting about the coffee shop while waiting for the beer to arrive.
	"It's just too funny, that you stayed there all those months as research," 
I laughed.
	"Hey, I've had worse jobs.  Besides, working with the public is great for a 
writer.  You meet characters too weird to dream up on your own."
	"I don't think I could have done it, all the same.  I bussed tables during 
high school, and that was plenty for me."
	"Yeah, I had one of those jobs, too.  Restaurant customers aren't half as 
interesting, though.  I think coffee houses draw weirder people because it's 
a cheap place to hang out."  She paused.  "You know, you were one of my 
favorite customers."
	"I didn't think I was that... odd."
	"No, not that sort of thing.  You're a nice person to deal with.  Customers 
who treat you like a fellow human are rare some days."
	"Oh.  Um, thanks."  I think I might have blushed a little at this point, 
but our drinks arrived and saved me.  After that we started talking about 
Kate's writing projects.  She was still trying to figure out what to do 
next, after the book promotion stuff was over.  She said she had a few 
ideas, but was trying to avoid anything about trendy Gen Xers.  I just sort 
of nodded and smiled.  I like to read, but she seemed to have a much better 
grasp of modern literature than I do, so the discussion was a little over my 
head.
	After a while, the conversation drifted off, and we sat and watched the 
other patrons as we finished our beer.  Then, out of the blue, she turned 
back towards me, and said something I completely hadn't expected.
	"You know, there's another reason you were my favorite.  You have that 
incredibly thick dark hair, strong, lean hands, and you smile like you're 
always having a good time.  All my favorite things in a girl."
	I blinked.
	"And I'm wondering if I can talk you into coming home with me tonight."
	I stared dumbly for a moment.  "I... ah, I thought you had a boyfriend?"
	"We broke up ages ago."  She grinned.  "I wanted to ask you out last 
summer, but I was involved with someone, and I didn't think there was a 
chance you'd be interested, except then you showed up tonight..."
	"Oh, wow.  Yes, of course.  I would love to."
	I laughed and shook my head in disbelief as she paid our bill, and then we 
wandered outside to hail a cab.

	She lived in one of the neighborhoods that border the downtown core, not 
far from my house and the coffee shop where we met.  Her apartment was a 
little small, but the high ceilings and right balance of furniture kept it 
from feeling cramped.  She tossed her coat and shoulder bag onto the couch, 
and then disappeared for a moment, while I set my things down beside hers.  
When she came back into the room, she smiled and took me by the hand.  She 
led me into her bedroom, filled with flickering candlelight, and then sat 
down on the bed, taking her shoes off.  I sat beside her and stroked her 
hair, gazing into her eyes.  She kissed me hungrily, and as soon as we 
stopped for air I started unbuttoning her shirt.
	Her smooth, pale skin was utterly enticing.  I eagerly began to kiss and 
nibble at her neck.  She started to tug my shirt upwards, and I adjusted my 
position to let her remove it.  I decided this might be a good time to take 
my bra off as well, and she did the same with hers.  Her nipples were soft 
and flat, calling me to suck them into hardness.  Kate moaned and started to 
fall backwards on the bed.  I fell with her, continuing to caress and kiss 
her breasts.
	As she squirmed beside me, my hands moved along her body to where her jeans 
concealed her pink slit.  I unbuttoned her pants, then sat up so I could 
remove them completely, along with her underwear.  I tossed her clothes to 
the floor, and returned to lie next to her, fingers delving into the 
increasing wetness between her legs.
	The way she sighed and writhed had me so turned on, and it was all the 
encouragement I needed to keep going.  Slowly, I rubbed her clit, teasing 
her with my fingertips.  When I thought she was wet enough, I slid a finger 
into her cunt, then a second one, thrusting into her more quickly.
	"Oh god yes," she groaned.  "Fuck me with those beautiful fingers."
	"I bet you could take them all, my whole hand," I said, pounding her 
harder.  "Do you want that, want me to stretch you wide open?"
	"Yes, yes!  Give me all of it."
	I added a third finger to the two already inside her, twisting them back 
and forth.  I love the way it feels inside a woman, reaching deep inside her 
most private parts.  Reveling in the slick warmness pressing against my 
fingers, I carefully added my pinky, and slowly pushed my hand deeper.  The 
angle was starting to get a bit awkward, so I rearranged myself to kneel on 
the floor between her legs, which were hanging over the side of the bed.
	Moving also allowed me to bring my face closer, and lick her as I worked 
with my hand.  She was so slippery by this point, I didn't need to worry 
about extra lube at all.  I had my hand in all the way to the knuckles, now. 
  If I could get my thumb in there too, it was just a little push and ...
	"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, fuck me," she cried, as the rest of my hand entered 
her and I curled my fingers into a fist.  Her moans started to turn to 
squeaks and whimpers, and then she said, "Harder."  I sat back on my heels 
and fist-fucked her as hard as I could.  I could feel her cunt gripping me, 
stretched to its limit.  She reached down to feel my wrist where it entered 
her, and then began to rub her clit.  In a few short strokes she was coming, 
screaming, crushing my hand inside her.  Finally she relaxed enough to let 
me pull out of her, and I climbed back onto the bed to hold her as she 
continued to gasp and shiver.
	"That was incredible," she said, finally catching her breath.  "It's been 
so long since I've been with anyone who could do that for me.  Most guys' 
hands are a little bigger than I can handle."
	"Glad to be of service," I smiled.  "It's incredibly hot to watch, too."
	"Well, then you're probably wondering how I'm going to repay you."
	I eyed her with curiosity.
	"You're still wearing pants.  I think you need to take them off," she said 
with a smirk.
	She stood up, pulling me along with her, and helped me remove the last of 
my clothes.  Then she pushed me back down on the bed and showed me what her 
tongue could do.

--
Medea
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