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From: "Al Steiner" <steiner_al@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} NEW: Stacey by Al Steiner (FF,MF,voy) 1/2
Date: Wed, 19 Feb 2003 06:10:06 -0500
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Here's another story of mine that was originally posted at ruthiesclub.com.
This one is a little kinkier than my usual fare.  As always, please email to
let me know what you think about it.











STACEY 1/2

By Al Steiner

Steiner_al@hotmail.com











"They sleep in separate rooms?" asked Stacey incredulously.  "Are you
kidding?"



"Swear to God," replied Sarah, her best friend and college roommate.  They
were discussing Sarah's parents, whom they were driving up to Heritage to
visit for the Thanksgiving holiday break.  "They've been doing that for like
ten years now.  Since I was in third grade.  They just don't get along all
that well I guess."



"Wow," said Stacey, shaking her head a little.  She was sitting in the
passenger seat of Sarah's BMW convertible as they drove up Interstate 5 from
Sacramento.  They were both freshmen at the University of California at
Davis.  Sarah had invited her to stay the long weekend with her and her
family since Stacey's parents, who lived in Palo Alto, had elected to spend
this particular holiday in Hawaii.  Now she was starting to wonder if it was
such a good idea after all.  "Do they like fight a lot and stuff like that?"
she asked nervously.



"No, nothing like that," Sarah told her, flipping her blonde ponytail from
one side of her head to the other.  Her hair was always in a ponytail,
except when she was sleeping.  And her face, though pretty, had never had
make-up upon it.  She had told Stacey once that she didn't need make-up
since she was not trying to attract any boys.  "They just don't talk to each
other much.  They kind of stay out of each other's way, you know?  Don't
worry.  Everything will be just fine.  They're both dying to meet you."



"They are?"



She gave a slight smile.  "I didn't have a lot of friends when I was in high
school.  They..."



"Get the hell out of here with that," Stacey interrupted.  "YOU didn't have
any friends?  You're rich, you're a sweetheart and you've got a body to die
for.  You had to have been the most popular girl in school."  And this was
true.  Sarah was indeed from a rich family and she was indeed one of the
sweetest people Stacey had ever met.  And her body was indeed a nice one as
well.  It was trim and petite, like a dancer's body, with long, shapely legs
and small, pert breasts.



Sarah blushed a little.  "Afraid not," she said.  "Like I told you before,
me and boys never really got along with each other.  I never hung out with
the crowd in high school.  I just kind of kept to myself."



"Hard to believe," Stacey told her, although she already knew about her
friend's aversion towards the male sex, an aversion that came complete with
a leaning towards the female sex.  This had been demonstrated in graphic
detail to her their second month together as roommates when, after smoking a
joint up in their dorm room, they had ended up first masturbating together
and then, at Sarah's initiation, masturbating each other.  It was an act
that had repeated itself three times since then, always after smoking grass
or drinking.  Stacey was not sure exactly how she felt about this.  She
could not deny that she had enjoyed the touch of Sarah's hand on her pussy.
Nor could she deny that she had longed to further the encounter, to let her
friend suck her breasts or even lick her.  But she was horribly afraid that
this might mean she was becoming a lesbian.  True, her natural inclination
was towards guys, with their hard bodies and their masculinity.  But what if
she started wanting to do things with women EXCLUSIVELY?  What would happen
then?  She had only slept with one boy in her life and it had been an
experience worth forgetting.  What if she stopped desiring men before she
had a chance to experience them to the fullest?  Was that possible?



"So anyway," Sarah said, breaking her train of thought, "they're both really
excited to meet my best friend.  I never really had one before you see."



"I see," she said, feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable with the
direction the conversation was moving.  She decided to change the subject.
"So they're both lawyers, right?"



"Right," Sarah said, gunning the engine and whipping around a line of big
rigs in the slow lane.  "Dad's a corporate lawyer for Barkely-Cavenaugh.  He
just made partner a month ago.  Mom is a police brutality specialist for the
ACLU."



"A corporate lawyer and an ACLU lawyer?" Stacey asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Christ, could they have less in common?  Where did they meet?"



"In law school," she replied.  "I used to wonder about why they started
dating myself since they're so different.  It was only in the last few years
that I started to figure it out."



"Yeah?"



"Yeah," she said, giving a cynical look that had never been meant to be
displayed on someone so young.  "My mom married him because she knew he
would be successful.  He was focusing on corporate law and had all the
family connections.  My grandmother raised her to look for those kinds of
things in a man.  The same way mom tried to raise me."



"I see," Stacey said, feeling uncomfortable again.  Was there any way that
they could talk of neutral subjects for a bit?  She was getting tired of
these confessions.



Sarah smiled and patted her friend's knee affectionately.  "But don't
worry," she assured her.  "Except for the separate bedrooms and the silence
between them, we're just a normal, happy, upper-middle class family.
They're gonna love you."



"Are they?"



"Guarantee it."



As it turned out, Sarah was right.





+++++







Sarah's parents lived in Whispering Oaks, which was the fashionable part of
the Heritage metropolitan area.  Their house was a ten-year old tri-level
that had been erected upon a premium lot located on a cul-de-sac within a
gated community.  The back of the house looked out over the Heritage River
and the parkway that surrounded it.  The front featured an oversized,
immaculately maintained lawn.  Sarah pulled up in front of this house at
just after 6:00 PM on Wednesday evening.  To the west the sun had just
dipped below the horizon imparting an inky twilight upon the neighborhood.



"Nice place," Stacey said politely as she took it in for the first time,
although, in truth, her parents' house was actually a bit larger and in a
bit of a nicer neighborhood.  She diplomatically did not mention this.



Sarah shrugged.  "Nicer than the dorm, that's for sure," she replied,
shutting off the engine.  "Well, shall we go meet them?"



"I guess so."



The door was flung open before they were even halfway up the walk and out
came her parents, happy smiles upon their faces as their only daughter
returned to them after her first extended absence.  Stacey saw immediately
that Sarah took after her mother.  She was nothing more than an older
version of Sarah herself.  She was about the same height, had the same
blonde hair, and the same small breasts.  Her face was showing her forty
years a bit, with the odd wrinkle here and there, but she was, overall, a
very lovely, mature looking woman.



Stacey looked at Sarah's mother for only the briefest of instances however
before her attention was riveted to Sarah's father.  It wasn't that he was
stunningly handsome, for he wasn't; he was actually pretty average looking.
About 5-11 or so and about 180 pounds, he was not a particularly formidable
specimen.  But his face was pleasant and confident looking, with deep blue
eyes and a small goatee on his chin (she took a moment to wonder how a
corporate lawyer got away with that particular accessory).  He had a thick
mop of short, sandy brown hair atop his head that was neatly styled in a
professional cut.  His shoulders were broad and his arms well muscled
beneath the polo shirt that he wore.  It looked as if he worked-out
regularly.  When he turned around to hug his daughter and give her a kiss on
the cheek, she saw that his ass was quite impressive for a forty-two year
old.  She found herself experiencing a small tingle of arousal as she looked
at him.  Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was having marital troubles
and had been for quite some time.  Perhaps it was the taboo aspect of her
being Sarah's father.  Whatever it was, she knew she was attracted to him
from the first moment.  And when he looked at her for the first time, after
the hugs from the parents were complete, she could see that he was taking an
interest in her as well.  She saw it in the way his eyes looked her up and
down, in the way they took in her large breasts beneath her UC Davis
sweater.  A connection had definitely fired between them.  Of that she had
no doubt.  She found herself wondering what she should do about it.



"Mom, Dad," Sarah said, leading them over to where she stood, "this is
Stacey, my roommate and the best friend in the world.  Stacey... Mom and
Dad."



Stacey smiled, holding out her hand to the mother first.  "Nice to meet you
Mr. and Mrs. Benning," she told them.  "Thank you for letting me come visit
you for the holiday."



"Any friend of Sarah's is a friend of ours," said Mrs. Benning, taking her
hand and shaking it.  She smiled and gave a soft squeeze as they shook.
"And call me Anne."



"Anne," Stacey dutifully repeated, wondering if it had been her imagination
that Anne's thumb had slid softly across the back of her hand or if it had
really happened.



"And I'm Michael," said Mr. Benning, stepping forward and almost snatching
her hand away from his wife.  His grip was firmer against hers, though not
enough to be called rough.  "It's very nice to meet you."



They chatted on the porch for a few moments, Sarah catching them up on what
had happened to her since the last time she'd talked to them, telling them
about their drive up from Davis, and sharing a few anecdotes about their
friendship.  The air outside was somewhat chilly, with a cold northern
breeze blowing across them.  As the chat went on Sarah realized that Michael
and Anne were both seeming to glance at her chest a little more than was
usual.  She took a quick look down at herself and realized that her large
nipples, which were extremely sensitive, had hardened and were poking
noticeably through her sweater.  She felt horrified at this, but at the same
time strangely excited.  She couldn't help but notice that the bulge in
Michael's jeans, which had been quite impressive to begin with, seemed to
have gotten a bit larger.  Christ, were her nipples turning him on?  She
thrilled at the thought that that might be the case.  But why was Anne
staring at them too?  She did not seem upset with the display that was being
offered.  She found herself wondering if maybe Sarah's inclination towards
women might be an inherited trait.



"Well," Anne said at last, giving one more extended glance at Stacey's
chest, "why don't you girls go get your things out of the car and come on
in.  I have a pot roast that I've been cooking all day and its just about
ready to eat."



"Sounds great Mom," said Sarah, who had seemingly been oblivious to the
entire episode between her parents and her best friend.  "Come on Stace,
let's get unloaded."



"Right," Stacey said, nodding a bit.  Numbly she followed Sarah to the car
while Michael and Anne retreated inside the house.







+++++







The pot roast was absolutely divine and both girls, deprived of home cooked
food for months, tore into it with a vengeance, greedily consuming two
helpings apiece, complete with mashed potatoes and gravy and steamed
carrots.  Between chomps and chews at their food conversation drifted around
the table, much of it centered on Stacey.  Anne and Michael both asked her
many questions about her upbringing, her parents, her major in school, her
future plans.  Both seemed particularly interested in whether or not she had
a boyfriend.  Stacey noticed that although both of them talked to her a lot
and that both of them talked to Sarah almost as much, they rarely said a
word to each other.  Requests to pass a particular food item were about it.
As Sarah had told her, they were not hostile to each other, just
uncommunicative.



After dinner was complete the four of them pitched in together to clear the
table and clean up the mess that had been made.  This was something of a new
experience for Stacey since her parents had always employed a maid for such
work.  Nevertheless she picked up the basic idea pretty quickly.  While
Sarah and Anne concentrated on moving the dishes from the dining room to the
kitchen she rinsed them off in the sink while Michael loaded them into the
dishwasher.  As they performed this chore she noticed that her friend's
father was standing perhaps a little closer to her than was absolutely
necessary for the task at hand.  His hip was in slight contact with hers and
their shoulders came together whenever one of them shifted their weight.
And when she handed a dish to him for placement in the machine their wet
hands would touch at the fingertips, seemingly deliberately on his part.



She felt the tingles of electricity again at the realization that he was
going out of his way to touch her.  He was attracted to her and was trying
to show it, trying to be a little flirtatious with her.  It made her warm
inside to know that she had enough sex appeal at nineteen to get a rise out
of a married man twice her age.  It made her feel sexy and wanted, a little
surer of her sexuality.  And she was attracted to him as well, of that there
could be no denying.  Though she had no intention of doing anything with
him, she decided to flirt some with him, just to test out the waters of her
powers as a female.  She had so little experience with this sort of thing.



She commented on his build as they continued to rub hips and shoulders and
touch fingers to each other.  "You must work out a lot to get all those
muscles," she observed.



He smiled, setting a serving platter in the rack and reaching over to grab a
plate from her.  "Three or four times a week," he said.  "I have a lot more
time to do it now that I've make partner at the firm.  Once you get to be a
boss the workload gets cut in half."



"That's pretty tight," she said, giving an extra slow rub of her hip as she
handed it over.  "What's up with the goatee?  I thought that law firms were
pretty strict on that sort of thing."



His smile broadened, his fingers going up to stroke the growth of hair for a
moment.  "It annoys the hell out of the other partners," he said
mischievously.  "I never would've been able to get away with it before my
promotion.  But now that I'm up the ladder I can pretty much do what I want,
within reason anyway.  I thought about getting an earring as well, but that
might've been just a tad over the line."



Stacey giggled, feeling a warm flush as he seemed to fight to keep his
shoulder in contact with hers.  "Well, if you can't get an earring, maybe
you could pierce something else then.  That's what I did when I wanted to
rebel against my parents.  Of course they don't know that I have it, but...
well... you know."



"Really?" he said, raising his eyebrows in interest.  "And what exactly did
you pierce young lady, or dare I ask?"



Another giggle, another rub of the shoulders.  Yes, her flirting was
definitely having a pleasant affect on Michael.  It made her feel powerful
and sexy.  She slapped at his shoulder playfully.  "Nothing obscene," she
told him.  "Just my belly button.  In my family that would be quite an
atrocity though.  My parents are kind of religious."



"So you said," he said, and then gave a quick glance around, as if to see if
anyone was in earshot.  No one was.  Anne and Sarah were in the dining room,
wiping down the table.  "I bet it looks real sexy on you," he told her.



She took a glance around herself and then almost whispered, "Do you want to
see it?"



"Uhh... sure," he said, blushing a little himself now.  "I'd love to."



She turned towards him and pulled up her UC Davis sweater to just below her
breasts, baring her smooth, sexy stomach for him.  A gold ring was threaded
through the top of her belly button.  He swallowed audibly as he looked at
it.  She saw the bulge in his pants actually twitch a bit, giving her
another rush of tingly power.  She was actually turning him on!  He was
practically drooling at the sight of her tummy.



"You like it?" she asked.



"It's very nice," he told her.  "Doesn't it... uh... doesn't it hurt
though?"



"No, it makes awesome tingles when someone touches it.  Do you think it's
sexy?"



"It's very sexy," he confirmed.  Tentatively he reached out his hand.  "Do
you mind?  I've never felt one before."



She giggled.  "Not at all.  Go ahead."



His fingertips touched her just above the ring, resting for a second on the
tanned skin of her belly and then gently caressing the ring itself.  Tingles
of excitement went radiating up and down her body at the touch.  She felt a
gush of moisture flooding her sex and rubbed her legs together
involuntarily.  The bulge in his pants, she noticed, took another lurch and
grew a bit.



"Better stop that," she whispered.  "Touching it has... well... an effect on
me."



"Really," he said, giving it another soft rub.  "Well we can't have that,
can we?"



She smiled.  "At least not right now," she told him, causing another flush
to rise to his face.



He finally took his hand away and she let her shirt drop back down.  They
went back to washing dishes for a moment, both of them silent.  Stacey was
really enjoying herself now, was feeling powerful at the affect her
flirtations were having.  She really was a sexy thing!  She really could
attract men as well as Sarah.  She really could play the game.  The only
thing that she didn't know was just how dangerous the game that she was
playing really was.





+++++







The lower level of the house had been converted into a large family room,
complete with a large-screen, high-definition television set that was hooked
up to a satellite dish, surround sound, a stereo system, a pinball machine,
and a pool table.  After clean up was complete and an after-dinner brandy
was consumed by all (it seemed to be a bit of a tradition in Sarah's family)
the four of them went down to this room and teamed up for a few games of
eight ball on the green table.  The team composition was rotated every game.
It was always Sarah with Michael and Stacey with Anne or the other way
around.  Anne and Michael never teamed up together against the two girls,
obstinately so that their superior pool shooting skills would not be set
against the two girls' more meager ones, but in reality it seemed to Stacey
that they just didn't want to play together.  And though everyone seemed to
have a good time during the game, Stacey noticed that Sarah's parents still
never engaged in any sort of conversation with each other.  They would each
talk freely with their daughter or with Stacey herself, but never did they
talk to each other.  Sarah didn't even seem to notice this, so used to it
was she.



Flirtation with Michael was a little more difficult with his wife and
daughter in the room but she still managed to do it in a subtle manner.
Looks and secret smiles were exchanged between the two of them when the
other two weren't looking, looks full of naughty intention, smiles that were
more than just friendly.  Several times Stacey managed to brush against him
as she moved from one position on the table to the other and once she
managed to slide her jeans-clad buttocks directly across the front of his
pants as he passed behind her and she bent over to take a shot.  It was
during that encounter that she actually felt the bulge in his pants against
her for the first time.  She felt it pushing on her ass for the briefest of
instances, felt it bulge just a little bit more at the delicious contact.
When she saw the flush on his face as he retreated to the other side, when
she heard the stammer in his speech when he spoke a second later, she
thrilled again at this power of flirtation that she was discovering.  The
sensation was doubled, tripled even by the impropriety of it, by the fact
that they had accomplished it right in front of Sarah and Anne and that the
two of them had not even noticed.



These moments during the pool game swelled her confidence and made her more
brazen later in the evening, as everyone settled down just prior to bed.
The two girls went upstairs to change into their nightclothes.  Sarah chose
a pair of rather conservative silk pajamas to wear.  Stacey, though she had
a pair almost exactly like them, elected instead to go with a knee-length
red T-shirt.  As an added enticement she removed her bra, allowing her
generous breasts to bounce and jiggle in a most sexy way.  She waited for
Sarah to make some comment on her attire, to maybe tell her that it wasn't
exactly appropriate for her household, but if anything Sarah seemed to like
the way she dressed.



"You've got the prettiest boobies," she told her, unabashedly staring at
them as the t-shirt fell into place.  "I wish mine looked that good without
a bra on."



"Thank you," Stacey said, a little embarrassed, but a little excited as
well.  She had already decided that if her friend wanted to finger her pussy
for her tonight that she would let her.  And the way that Sarah was looking
at her, it didn't seem that that was going to be a pipe dream.



Michael and Anne had moved to different parts of the house but both were
still awake.  Anne was in the living room, a few legal texts spread out
before her as she worked on some briefs for her job.  Michael was in the
family room, working on some paperwork of his own and sipping out of a mixed
drink of some sort.  The two girls, after briefly exchanging a few words
with Anne, found their way back to the family room.



"Do you mind if we play a few games of pinball Daddy?" Sarah asked Michael.



"Not at all," he said, casting a pleased look at Stacey's bare legs.



"Tight," Sarah responded, oblivious to the look.  She pushed the button to
launch the machine into its cycle and set it up for two-person play.  A
moment later she was banging the ball around the table while the lights
flashed and the buzzers buzzed.



When it was Stacey's turn she made an extra effort to move her body in
exaggerated fashion as she manipulated the flippers and pushed the machine
from side to side.  This caused her breasts to jiggle about beneath her
shirt in a way that she hoped would be alluring to Sarah's father.  She
noticed right away, before her first ball even drained, that it was working.
His eyes would keep coming off of the paperwork before him to lock onto her
chest and the hem of her t-shirt.  The bulge in his pants began its slow
growth again and he had to shift from side to side, as if it were
uncomfortable.  She thrilled once again in the thought that she could give a
grown man an erection.  She felt like such a woman!  Such a sexy, desirable
woman.



After twenty minutes of this bouncing and jiggling, the bulge was quite an
impressive size indeed, so large that he repositioned the work folder he was
perusing so that he could hide it.  She decided to up the ante yet again, to
give him a view of her that he wouldn't soon forget.  While it was Sarah's
turn she "accidentally" dropped the coaster that she was using for her drink
to the floor.  Feigning absent-mindedness she bent over at the waist to pick
it up while her rear-end was pointed directly at Michael.  She felt the hem
of her t-shirt ride up in the back, well over her tanned upper thighs.  Had
it gone high enough for him to catch a glimpse of her lavender panties
hugging her ass-cheeks?  The muted gasp she heard from behind her told her
that it probably had.  She let the coaster slip through her fingers a few
times, as if she was having trouble grasping it.  Finally she slowly stood
back upright, her hem falling back down to where it belonged.  She took a
moment to glance at Michael and saw that he was flushed once again, a
strange, almost hungry look in his eyes.  He was looking at her face now,
staring directly at her as if he knew exactly what she was doing.  Perhaps
he did.  She gave him a flirty smile in return.



When they tired of playing pinball Michael invited the two of them to join
him in a game of three-handed cribbage.  Sarah was not too keen on the
idea - she said she was tired and wanted to go to bed - but Stacey finally
convinced her that one game wouldn't hurt.  When they sat down on the
sectional couch, the board set up on the coffee table, Stacey deliberately
positioned herself directly across from Michael.  She made sure that the hem
of her shirt rode up once again, displaying about half of her smooth thighs
for his inspection.  Every once in a while, when Sarah wasn't paying
attention to her, she would allow her knees to fall apart just a bit, just
enough so that Michael, if he was looking, would be able to catch the
briefest glance between her legs.  Each time his gaze fell there he would
flush again and swallow audibly.  He took to holding a couch pillow on his
lap so that his hard-on wouldn't show.



Sarah ended up winning the game by more than twenty points.  She declared
that it was the first time in years that she had ever beaten her father at
cribbage.



"I guess my mind just... uh... wasn't completely on the game," he offered,
still holding his pillow firmly in place while Stacey allowed her legs to
slip open one last time.



"I'll take any victory I can get," replied Sarah, still seemingly oblivious
to the tension between her father and her friend.  She yawned, stretching
her arms out and then turned to Stacey.  "Well I'm about beat.  You ready to
call it a night now?"



"Yeah," Stacey said, "I guess so."  She actually wasn't.  She was quite
enjoying the flirtation and the teasing but she wasn't really sure that
Sarah would like it if she decided to stay up with her father.  And she also
knew that Sarah had some plans of her own once they climbed into the double
bed upstairs.



They both said goodnight to Michael.  Sarah gave him a daughterly hug and a
peck on the cheek.  As she stepped away to head for the living room and her
mother, Stacey stepped up and put her arms around him as well, pulling her
body against him.



"Thank you so much for having me here Michael," she told him, her hands
touching the muscles of his back.  She felt her braless breasts pushing
against his chest and she moved her shoulders just a bit, increasing the
pressure, rubbing her nipples against him through their clothing.  She was
actually able to hear the harsh intake of breath in her ear as she did this,
as he felt her globes pressing into him.  His pelvis, seemingly of its own
volition, pushed forward against her, bringing his bulging hard-on directly
into her lower stomach.  She could almost feel it pulsating there, a living,
caged beast that she had been teasing unmercifully.  Once again she felt the
power of her femininity rushing through her, sending wetness to her sex,
soaking her lavender panties.



"You're uh... uh... welcome," Michael managed to squeak, his hard-on still
pushing her stomach, his arms around her back, caressing the skin beneath
her shirt.



They broke the embrace only reluctantly, and only because Sarah was still
standing there, and would begin to wonder in a moment why they were hugging
each other so long.  When she pulled away she saw the look in Michael's eyes
had become almost dangerous in its wanting.  For the first time she began to
wonder if maybe she had taken things a little too far.



The girls went into the living room and told Anne goodnight, each giving her
a brief hug as well.  Stacey, still reeling from her encounter with Michael,
hardly noticed that Anne gave her a little more than a friendly hug as well,
hardly registered the fact that she seemed to enjoy the touch of her breasts
against her own as much as her husband had.



"I told you that you and my parents would hit it off," Sarah said as they
ascended the staircase.



"I guess you were right," she replied.  "They're really cool.  Both of
them."



Neither of the girls noticed that both Michael and Anne had positioned
themselves at the bottom of the stairs and that both of them were looking up
the hem of Stacey's shirt while pretending to do something else.





+++++





"I'm sorry that we don't have a guest bedroom," Sarah said as she pulled
back the covers and slipped between them.  "Daddy's been sleeping in it for
years now and the other spare room is being used as an office."



"That's okay," Stacey told her, noting that her friend sounded anything but
sorry about this and not really caring at the moment.  She was so horny
right now that she thought she would cry in frustration if Sarah didn't try
something with her.  "It's not like we haven't... you know... been in the
same bed before."



"No," she said with a sweet smile.  "It's not like we haven't."



They climbed in and Sarah flipped off the bedside lamp.  They lay together
on their backs, about eight inches apart, both of them staring up into the
darkness, their bodies not touching.  Finally Sarah turned her head towards
her, her hand creeping over and landing on Stacey's knee.



"Stace?" she said hesitantly.  "Do you think that maybe we can... you
know..."



"Do it Sarah," she said, opening her legs.  "I could really use it tonight."



Sarah sighed in contentment and let her hand slide upward, along her inner
thigh and under the hem of her shirt.  Stacey opened her legs wider and
moaned as the hand touched the crotch of her panties.



"My God," Sarah whispered, lust in her voice.  "You're soaking wet girl.
Were you thinking about this all night?"



"Something like that," Stacey told her.  "Now do me baby.  I really need to
come."



"Take your panties off," she said, her breathing excited now.



Stacey quickly pushed them down to her knees and pulled one leg out.  She
used her foot to kick them the rest of the way off.  She then opened her
legs widely again, resting her right one over Sarah's left.  Sarah's hand
slid up her thigh again and soon her fingers were slipping between her
saturated lips, probing inside of her, while her thumb circled slowly around
her clit.  Stacey began to moan almost immediately as the joy of her
friend's touch worked its way through her being.  Sarah's fingers felt so
good inside of her, against her.  Her pelvis began to rise and fall.



"Oh god, that feels nice Sarah," she said softly.



Sarah's lips were suddenly against her neck, her tongue licking at her skin.
"I can make it feel nicer Stace," she whispered into her ear.



"Huh?" Stacey grunted, although she had a pretty good idea what her friend
was talking about.



"I can use my mouth on you," she told her, giving an extra hard tweak on her
clitoris.  "I can suck you off and lick you.  Do you want that?"



Stacey trembled in place, her emotions tearing her in two directions.  "Ohhh
Sarah... I just... I can't do that.  I'm not ready to do that yet."



Sarah seemed disappointed, but she didn't stop what she was doing.  "That's
okay," she whispered.  "I'll do it this way.  Will you do me after?  Just
like before?"



"Yes," Stacey promised.  "Just make me come."



Sarah's fingers drove in and out while Stacey's tightness gripped at them,
massaged them.  Sarah's thumb found her clit and began to rub it, tweaking
it back and forth like a joystick.  Her lips went back to Stacey's neck,
kissing it and sucking on her earlobe - something that she had never done
before - something that nobody had ever done for her before.  She moaned as
she felt her orgasm approaching, her hand grabbing onto Sarah's leg and
squeezing it nearly hard enough to be painful.  When Sarah bit down on her
neck, she came, the waves of pleasure bursting through her, making her
nearly convulse in pleasure.



"Wow," Sarah said when it was over, her voice almost awed.  "I never saw you
come like that before.  What came over you?"



Stacey was still panting a little, a sheen of sweat on her brow.  "It
must've been you biting my neck like that," she lied.  Although that had
certainly put a new dimension on their frigging, she had been imagining that
it was Sarah's father's teeth that were biting her, Sarah's father's hand
that was caressing her.



"I'm glad you liked it," Sarah told her, snuggling up a little, so that her
small breasts were pushing against Stacey's arm.  "Will you do that for me?
Will you kiss my neck while you finger me?"



"Yes," Stacey whispered, letting her hand slide up her leg along the silk of
her pajamas.  "Why don't you get these things off?"



She took them off, along with her pink cotton panties, and Stacey put her
hand between her friend's legs and started to rub her off.  As Sarah had
done to her, she plunged her fingers in and out of the slippery membranes
while rubbing her swollen clitoris with her thumb.  As always, the
experience of getting her best friend off with her hand gave her a naughty,
forbidden thrill of excitement.  This sensation was doubled as she leaned
over and kissed Sarah's neck, tasting her female flesh, biting it and
nipping at it enough to leave little red marks.



Sarah came almost as quickly as Stacey had, though not quite as violently.
Her body tensed up and a low growl, almost feline in nature, came from her
mouth.  Stacey felt her pussy contract and spasm around her thrusting
fingers.  Sarah's head whipped back and forth a few times and then suddenly
her lips were on Stacey's, kissing her, her tongue darting out and entering
her mouth.  Stacey kissed her back, letting out a little growl of her own as
she felt the slippery girl tongue tangling with her own, as she felt the
soft lips, as she tasted her friend's saliva.  Sarah moaned into her mouth
as her body had its way with her.



When it was over they broke the kiss almost reluctantly and then lay
together, snuggling up, their arms and legs still intertwined.  Stacey's
hand slipped from between Sarah's lower lips, the juices saturating her to
the wrist.



"Mmmmm," Sarah said with a contented sigh, her own fingers stroking Stacey's
hair.  "That was tight.  The absolute tightest.  I loved it when you bit my
neck.  I loved it when we kissed each other."



"Yeah," Stacey said softly, her mind confused over what had just happened,
her thoughts troubled and guilty like they usually were after she and Sarah
had one of their little sessions.  Was she turning into a lesbian?  Was it
possible to be converted into one?  She didn't know, had no one to talk to
about it.  But didn't her flirtations with Michael earlier at least prove
she was interested in men as well?



Sarah soon drifted off to sleep, as she usually did after a good
friend-induced orgasm.  Her soft snores sounded in Stacey's ear, her fingers
still entwined in her hair.  Stacey was unable to sleep however.  The guilt
and fear at what she had just done coupled with the excitement of her
earlier encounters with Michael kept her mind buzzing along, not allowing it
to shut down into sleep mode.  She tossed and turned a little, breaking free
of Sarah's grip and rolling to her own side of the double bed.  Sarah
herself rolled over onto the other side and continued snoring away.

















Here's another story of mine that was originally posted at ruthiesclub.com.
This one is a little kinkier than my usual fare.  As always, please email to
let me know what you think about it.

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