## Archive-name: it-happened-one-night

From: jfriday@ada.stat.uga.edu (Paul Stacy)

Subject: ARCHIVE: It Happened One Night (Lesbian parts)

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NOTE CROSSPOSTING!!!!

"I do not pay more attention to my cats then to you!"
"You aren't even aware of your own habits!"
God I was tired of this argument we'd been having in for the last three weeks. Now sitting inside Harry's Bar, I had had enough.
"Look I can't talk about this one more time. I'm out of here. I'll see you in the morning."
"Where are you going to go? To a hotel? That would be sweet!"
I left the bar without a backwards glance. My boyfriend could be such a bitch! He stared after me as I walked out, I'm sure he thought I would walk back to our apartment. Neither one of us could have known what would happen.
It was uncomfortably cold out as I walked along the dimly lit street. I was pissed and not a little buzzed. Damn him, his life revolves around himself. If I'm not paying attention to him something is wrong with me. I stomped on ignoring the bums and the rude cat calls I got from the seventeen year olds lurking outdoors for the first times in their lives.
I was beginning to feel the cold. Shit.
A gray Cadillac Seville pulled up beside me. I walked quicker. The driver sounded the horn. It was a slightly gentile sound, even for 11:00 at night.
"Hey, Kat, wait up!"
Jesus even the weirdoes know my name!
"Kat, stop, don't you recognize me?"
I looked closer. I did recognize him. He was a client that came into the real estate company I worked at as a secretary. We had spoken a few times and he seemed alright.
"Brad, hi how are you?" I couldn't force any interest into my voice.
"Great, look what are you doing out here?"
Twenty questions, just what I needed.
"I'm walking, Brad."
"Well get in the car for godsake. I'll give you a ride home. Don't worry, we'll go straight to your house."
That was all I needed.
"Alright thanks." I said it with less gratitude than eunuch invited to his first bachelor party.
"Just a little down tonight?"
By his tone of voice I couldn't tell if he was being face- tious or what.
"Look you don't want to go home right now do you?"
This guy was bright.
"I know of a party going on close by, casual people, you know, comfortable. What do you say we stop by for a while."
I looked at Brad more closely. He was forty if a day. But he was the well-kept forty of a former athlete who went to the gym four days a week to convince himself that he wasn't losing it.
"Sure, why not?"
We drove past what I considered close by. Finally we pulled up to a two and half story house set far back from the road. The out side of the house was lit with soft red and blue malibu lights.
There was the sound of jazz music dominated by soulful saxo- phones in the night air.
"This is it," Brad said unnecessarily.
I was still in a bad mood.
We went up to the door. Brad opened it, apparently it was not the type of party that you knocked at.
We went in.
The room was typical party. A light layer of smoke (this was the nineties after all) and people crowded around each other talking at once without listening at all. Brad introduced me around then slipped away. I wondered about that, but not too strenuously after my third glass of champagne.
I milled around talking for an hour or so, then it began to occur to me that the faces were somewhat fluid. I mean they were familiar, but not entirely so. The people I had spoken to seemed to disappear for long periods of time no worse for wear. Brad never rejoined me and I began to get miffed.
I noticed a girl Brad had introduced me to at the beginning of the evening sitting alone on a leather couch. She seemed quite contented to be there, with a vague smile at the corners of her soft mouth.
"Eva, have you seen Brad?" I was done with this party and wanted to say a curt goodbye to him.
"Yes--don't you know where he is?"
Her smile was soft, almost fearful as she looked up at me.
"No, I haven't seen him since I got here. I don't know where he could be.
Her smile became stronger. Her attitude seemed to shift. "Have you ever been to one of John Barclays' parties before?"
"No, I've never been in this part of town before."
It could have been my imagination, but it seemed to me that her smile became a little bit stronger. I sat down on the couch.
I'm sure it wasn't her doing, but the leather couch seemed to fold our bodies closer together. Her hand fluttered around her hair and came to rest casually, on my thigh. I ignored it.
"I'm sure Brad's up in one of the rooms. Do you want me to show you?"
It must have been my imagination, but I could have swore I heard a challenge in her voice. I nodded my head.
Eva pushed herself off the couch, her hand still upon my thigh. Her hand slid up, accidentally, and she gave no notice that she brushed me.
It made me aware that I was damp there. Eva took two steps and glanced over her shoulder, with the most natural air she stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. I drew my breath but followed her.
I followed Eva into a hallway with closed doors. The carpet was the mundane variety, but the sounds coming from behind the closed doors were not. A high-pitched female scream that could have been pleasure or perhaps not, echoed in the hallway. This time, Eva ignored the obvious.
I began to feel a little bit nervous, but it was a pleasant sensation, contrasted as it was with my day-to-day life. I was sure, in my naivete that I would be able to back out of whatever was in front of me. I was getting wetter.
Eva and I approached a stairway. She moved up gracefully as if in her own home. I began to notice the quality of the carpet- ing and the furnishings, and I clutched my fluted champagne glass, the sixth of the evening, closer to my body.
We came to a landing larger than most rooms. It was exqui- site. It was a soft ivory complemented by a blue and ivory silk wallpaper. There was a couch of matching blue silk nestled in the landing and Eva indicated with a dismissive air that I should wait there.
She was challenging me! I knew that she was manipulating me, but my ego still had to respond.
"I'll follow you up, thanks."
Eva allowed herself the smile of a slave who's become a master, to rest on her lips.
We mounted the rest of the stairs. The light from the wall fixtures was very subdued, as if adjusted for eyes that would have come out of a darker light.
The hallway consisted of closed doors, about five on either side. We past the first door. No obscene noise greeted us, just the soft, muted music from below.
Eva glanced back to see if I was following her. I gave her my best impassive smile, which she returned with what must have been her best "you ain't seen nothin' yet" grin.
We paused in front of what I took to be a mirror at first. Reaching for a switch, Eva adjusted the light around us. The "mirror" resolved into a one way window, behind which was one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen was pacing. I felt a momentary stap of sheer female jealousy looking at her. Long black hair fell in curls down her back to her waist. Her face, perfectly oval, needed no make-up or other tricks to look lumi- nous. She was tall for a woman, and looked even more so because of the high black heels she was wearing. Oh! And what she was wearing! It was a black negligee as they were meant to be. Silky lace covered her body and melted into a sheer black fabric that fell to her feet.
I looked away, feeling as if I was intruding on another's privacy.
"Look," Eva commanded.
I looked.
A slender dark-haired man was entering the room. He was dressed in a leaf brown robe made of shiny material, silk?
He didn't approach the woman and her pacing became more agi- tated. He walked instead to a small bar inset to the far wall.
"Who are these people?" I asked, whispering for no apparent reason.
"Other guests like yourself who've come, or been brought here for fun." I was distracted. This kind of voyeurism made me uncomfortable.
The man set down his glass and looked at the woman. She stopped pacing, stopped moving at all, in fact. She watched him as he crossed the room towards her.
He stopped within inches of her face. They stood staring at each other, testing, challenging. Her eyes dropped first. She backed way from him, her legs bumping against the large four poster bed that dominated the room. She shook her head twice, as if she had just realized what she had lost by dropping her eyes first.
She tried, in a flurry of black lace, to roll away from him on the bed. He reached for her, easily grabbing her left ankle and pulling her back across the satin bed spread. With his left arm he pushed her body back onto the bed, with his right he exposed her thigh. He reached down with his mouth and kissed the exposed flesh.
She tried to squirm away and he grabbed a hand full of black hair. She relented and he gave all his attention to the thigh that had become his captive.
He sank down to his knees and divided his attention between the two legs now exposed for his pleasure.
The woman's body relaxed. She began to move in rhythm with the one his tongue had naturally taken up. She pushed her body towards his face, eager now to participate.
With his left arm he pushed her back, teasing her, giving only as much as he wanted.
She snarled in frustration and violently pushed herself away from him. Sitting back on her heels she regarded his amused expression with malice. She launched herself forward at him, too quick for him to respond. Helpless he found himself beneath her. She moved quickly, angled his body to the head of the bed, and snapped his left wrist in a handcuff that had lay hidden in the covers. While he was recovering from the shock of this turn around, she took his right wrist and treated it the same as its brother.
The black haired women stood away from the bed to survey what she had done. With two sure moves she secured his legs in straps there for just that purpose.
Her smile was exquisite. Slowly she reached for his brown robe, parting it at the chest.
Although the man was slender he was by no means small and the chest she exposed was well muscled and strong. She leaned her head over enough for her hair to brush his skin. He smiled at her benevolently as the illusion of control still rested in his brain.
She smile at him, and reached down to his chest with one manicured fingernail. Still smiling she twisted one of his chest hairs around her finger and pulled it out.
His grunt of surprise was inaudible, but expressed complete- ly on his face. The change in his position was starting to dawn on him.
I looked over at Eva for her reaction. Her eyes were trained on the glass.
"Watch," she commanded.
I did as she said.
The black haired women leaned her head all the way back enjoying the sensuousness of her hair against her skin. She moved away from the bed, to the bar, and picked up the man's unfinished drink. She added ice cubes to it and stirred with her finger. She moved back to the bed where the slender man lay, watching her with a bemused expression.
Withdrawing her finger from the glass, she ran it slowly around his mouth. He quickly lifted his head and sucked hard on her finger. She laughed as she pulled away from him. She set the drink down beside the bed and took out both of the ice cubes. One she placed in her mouth, the other she gripped in her right hand. The man shook his head from side to side, silently pro- testing her intentions. She placed the icecube in her hand into the glass and approached the bed. Slowly she pulled away the rest of his robe, exposing his half hard penis to our view. She spat the icecube out of her mouth into her right hand and leaned forward across the bed. Slowly she tongued his stomach as her right hand traced a frozen path up his left thigh. He squirmed under her ministrations, but she paid no attention to him. She popped the icecube back in her mouth and slowly caressed his now tight scrotum. His erection grew and she nuzzled it closed mouthed. Changing positions back with the icecube she attacked him, drawing him into her frosty mouth. he must have been moaning at these conflicting feelings, but he arched his back for more just the same. She drew her head all the way back, almost free- ing him from his new prison, then plunged her head down to engulf him again. Her right hand, still holding the icecube snaked up his thigh, he was hardly aware of it, until it hit his scrotum. He leaped away from her, and she easily brought him back into position. Sucking hard on him she made him endure the icecube on his most sensitive parts. Her mouth manipulated him and he moaned with an impending orgasm. Quickly she withdrew and let him settle back down. He glared at her and she smiled as she ran the rapidly melting icecube along his hard penis. She followed it with her mouth and worked him until he was just to the brink.
My mouth was slightly open during this last demonstration. My breath was coming in uneven pants as I watched the two lovers. Eva had moved behind me, when I don't know. Her breath touched the back of my neck softly and I became aware of my own body. I was warm, my thighs felt as if they were near a fire. I felt Eva's warmth and enjoyed it. Her hand moved lightly on my arm, so lightly I was almost not aware of it, it was just a sensation to be enjoyed. She caressed my arm and gently traced a path across my neck. I shivered in response, but held still. Slowly her hand wondered around my shoulders and down my chest. Gently she pushed her fingers, over my T-shirt, between my breasts and down my stomach. She drew small patterns there and eased her way back up.
I didn't move, I couldn't. I had never been touched by a woman before. I was shocked, and excited.
Eva must have sensed my indecision. Her roaming slowed and she just brushed the tops of my breasts so softly I could almost pretend it wasn't happening. But it was and the rest of my body knew it.
She whispered in my ear....."Kat.....do you like what you've seen so far?"
I didn't answer, but continued to stare at the lovers in front of me.
The woman's left hand had encircled the top of his rock hard penis. She tightened her grip and squeezed off his orgasm. He thrashed on the bed. He wanted satisfaction, he wanted her and he didn't want to wait.
Her garments were cleverly made, with a single motion she undid the crucial part of her outfit. She smiled down on the man.
With one hand on the bedpost, she raised herself up across his face and slowly lowered herself down.
His faced leaped forward to caress her now. Where he had been stingy before he eagerly aimed to please. Her head when slowly back as his lips and tongue sought out her center.
He seemed to move in slow motion as he slipped his tongue on the outside of her body. Gradually he moved inwards, lapping at her as she became visibly wet.
She dominated him. Taking his hair in her left hand she guided his tongue where she wanted it. She reached behind her with her right hand, moving the almost gone icecube along his genitals.
They were both covered with sweat. She moved down his body and teased the head of his penis with her wetness. She moved against him, driving them both crazy.
Languidly she grasped the head of his penis with the icecube still in her hand. She inserted him inside her, frozen flesh meeting with magma.
She rode him with excruciating slowness, up and down avoid- ing his desperate thrusts.
His face changed, he was pleading with her, his words so clear I could read them.
"Free me, I can give you more pleasure if I have full move- ment,.........Master."
She looked down at her slave. Quickly she pushed her body down full on him, rapidly she repeated the motion. The man's breathing was ragged.
Abruptly she pulled off.
Moving quickly she freed him, "Show me what you can do, slave."
The man drew a deep breath, he had been so close to cumming he couldn't accept that it wasn't happening.
He drew his arms and legs together and placed his hands on the woman's back. He pulled her close and kissed her deeply with his tongue.
He continued to kiss her and maneuvered her onto her back. Still kissing her he turned her slowly from her side on to her stomach. She let him do so with without response. But once on her stomach she started to protest. He held her fast, with one hand on her neck and the other making trash out of her clothes. He exposed her back, and below. His tongue started at the base of her spine and moved down. Licking her softly he reached the crack of her ass.
Eva's hand was on my breast now, feeling the entire expanse, caressing the roundness, the fullness that they were.
I leaned into her hand without thought. She touched my nip- ple, running the flat of her hand against the rising flesh.
The man's tongue traced a devastating path. Lashing her with his tongue, he controlled her. He explored her, violated her, and she could not resist him.
Her legs spread beneath him, and I felt my own legs moving. He spread her ass apart, and she did not resist him. He lowered his head to her ass and began to claim her. His tongue moved along her, his teeth nipped at her clitoris and she jumped away. He pushed her back, and plunged his tongue into her. She bucked beneath him, but he held her too tightly. With one sure move he shoved his tongue in her ass. She screamed. The sound made it out of the room.
Eva was panting into my ear. She bit it quickly and squeezed my breast hard. I moaned into the air and her hand flew down my thighs. Her hand moved fluidly up my skirt. She touched me with her hand on top of the material of my panties. I was soaking wet. She moved her hand around the material and traced a path along the edges. With her fingernail she lifted the seam of the cloth and touched my wetness. She drew her finger along my lips, honing in on the clitoris, she caressed it briefly, then began to explore me.
I gave into the sensation of pleasure that surrounded my mind. She moved both hands together touching me everywhere at once. Her hands slid across my breasts, then back under my skirt, they stayed there and she touched quickly, bringing me to a quick orgasm. My legs shook and gradually I became aware of the sound of my own labored breathing, and my surroundings.
"Jesus!" I was stunned by my lack of inhibitions.
Eva smiled into my bewildered face, gently she kissed me on the lips, and I returned her kiss with all the feeling that was running though my body because of her.
Without speaking she took my hand and walked me down the sumptuous hallway and opened a door near the end.
We entered a semi-dark room. The room was furnished in shades of dark blue and gold. The bed in the center was a beau- tiful recreation of an eighteenth century canopy four poster bed. Still without speaking she led me over to the bed and laid me down on it like a long lost lover.
Gently she kissed my face, my eyebrows, my nose, the barest caress upon my lips. She turned my head and breathed softly into my ear, "I love you."
Slowly and with incredible tenderness she moved her hands along my shoulders, down my arms, and stroked each of my fingers in turn. Her hands moved my force of nature along my torso, gently giving homage to each breast, and then slipping along my stomach.
I was filled with a sweet languor, my limbs felt heavy and responded with a sensuous will of their own.
I did not want her to stop.
Cleverly, and with out my knowledge, she undid the fastening on my skirt.
I sighed with relief as her soft hands came in contact with the bare skin of my stomach. She traced circular patterns on the flesh and I ached for her to explore me. She teased me with her nearness, her denial of my desires.
Maybe it was just what I'd seen that night, maybe it was a real, undeniable part of me, but I became bolder as she teased.
I reached for her, and rather than attack and demand what I wanted, I nestled her. I moved my mouth over her breasts outside the cloth. I let my hot breath caress her, and kept my mouth poised over them. She moaned and slightly arched her back, then she tried to continue with her slow seduction. I would not give ground and her body melted into my mouth. Without strenuous movement I eased her onto her back. Slowly, I lifted the silken material of her blouse and traced her own patterns on her skin with my tongue.
With excruciating slowness I licked my way up her soft body. The sensation was strange. I was so accustomed to the hard, muscled chest of my boyfriend that to be so intimate with soft, yielding flesh like my own was intoxicating.
I reached her breasts and lifted the material over them. She was wearing a white lace bra, like my own. Without touching the material I slid my tongue under the lace and licked the top of her breasts. Gently I eased the blouse over her head as I sank my face into the natural valley in front of me.
I brought my face in line with hers and reached my lips out slowly to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth. Her hands moved onto my back, tugging at the material of my shirt. Together we eased it over my head. She stroked my back and pulled down both of my bra straps. My breasts felt very full and the nipples were rock hard. A slight shrug of my shoulders slipped the material down lower. The sight of my own breasts nearly naked next to hers was too much for me. I unclasped her bra and she seemed to burst out of it. I captured one of them in my mouth and sucked on it softly. She moaned again, and I sucked harder on her. Her control started to slip and she moved my head to her other breast. I treated it the same, gradually sucking harder and harder.
She could not play the passive any longer. Eva wedged her thigh between my legs and forced them apart. With a strong push of her hips she forced me onto my back. I went willingly.
She kissed me hard on the lips and jerked my bra down around my waist. Laying her body on mine she lived the golden rule. The feel of her mouth on my breasts was unbelievable. I arched my back into her as if to push more of me into her mouth.
Aggressively she tongued my stomach, discarding the bra entirely when she got to it. She hiked my loosened skirt up and dived between my thighs.
She set her mouth down on my sopping wet panties. She licked around the edges coming in brief contact with my flesh. She started to ease the interfering cloth off of me and my own hands flew down to help her. Satisfied now with no impediments she proceeded.
Starting at my inner thigh, just above the knee, she alter- nately licked, bit, and sucked her way up my legs. I was almost insane with desire. I grabbed her hair and forced her head along its journey at a faster pace. Still she teased me! Her tongue traced a light pattern on my lips, I pressed my hips into her face and she pulled away just enough to maintain contact with out giving me what I wanted. She explored me licking down lower and lower, running her tongue down, rimming the outside of my anus. A scream of frustration formed in my throat. She must have felt the change in my body, because she moved with lightning speed, and slammed her tongue inside me. The scream of frustration changed and reborn, became a scream of shear pleasure as my overwrought body was given what it craved. She shoved her mouth into me, using her strong tongue to spread me open, she stuck it deep inside of me. I thought the orgasm would never stop. Just when I thought I could not take it for another second she would back off, then begin again.
Finally I was whimpering with pleasure and she backed off for the last time. She moved to face me and with her mouth still wet with my juice she kissed me long and deep.
"That was magnificent ladies." A male voice intoned from right beside the bed.
We both jumped around startled. Two men approached the bed. The man who had spoken removed the robe, his only covering. Grinning down at me he moved on Eva, and with out saying another word bent and kissed her passionately.
"Brad, what are you doing here!" The shock of seeing him overwhelmed me.
"I followed you. You don't think I would have let you walk home from that neighborhood do you?"
"But how..." I noticed his clothes, or more accurately the lack of them.
"I said I followed you, well I did, and I've been watching you all night."
The testimony to the truth of this statement stood at atten- tion between his legs.
"But..."
"Be quiet," he commanded pushing me back onto the bed.
Then he took me and gave something Eva never could.

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