Ships Passing in Colorado - FF, mast, oral, anal

A SIG GRAYSON Story
By Sig Grayson with Carree Wilson


Jamie Moore is a copywriter for an ad agency based out of San 
Francisco. In her travels between her agency's office in San Fran 
and Seattle she was able to keep a man in each city until things 
got too serious with both and they eventually found out about 
each other leaving Jamie heartbroken, sorry, cold and alone.
Looking for an outlet for her feelings she began to write of her 
exploits with the two in erotic short stories. 
Jamie developed many fans that wrote her in praise of her work. 
One however, Veronica from Colorado, touched her heart and her 
sexuality. 
When Jamie was at her lowest, Veronica showed her the way through 
her emotions. To get back into dating and seeing men Jamie then 
took up with the security of an old friend school Randy. Randy 
had planned a ski trip to Colorado thus giving Jamie a chance to 
meet Veronica in person. Jamie took the opportunity to fly into 
Denver a few days early before meeting Randy there, supposedly to 
meet an Aunt and cousin. This is the story of that special 
meeting.

Dedicated to GH, this is yours.
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As the Jumbo Jet settled into its landing pattern the power-down 
glide of the engines whined in harmony with the ailerons moving 
the flaps into the runway reverse position. 
Jamie Moore looked out over the distant skyline of Denver, 
missing the old Stapleton Airfield flight path that ran right 
over Lowery Air Force Base and almost parallel with Colfax Avenue 
through Aurora and metro Denver. This was all unfamiliar as she 
searched for something she could grasp as familiar to make her 
feel at ease with her plans for the next 48 hours.

Monday morning she was to meet her friend Randy at this same 
Denver International and they were to fly a commuter jet to 
Powderhorn ski area for a winter break. Jamie wanted a day or 
more in the Denver area to meet with family she had not seen 
since she was in high school, but the main reason for the early 
arrival was to meet a pen pal, an admirer of her erotic stories. 
The fan was an influencing wake up call who told her that life 
still held many pleasures and mysteries after a time when Jamie 
was unsure of her will to live again after losing each of her 
lovers through her own fault.
It was a thank you that Jamie wanted to deliver personally for 
some time. But simple hug and "thank you" was not all she had in 
her plans right now.

In Veronica's letters to Jamie, her original intention was to 
tell Jamie that she enjoyed her erotic writing and that, if her 
story was true as written, to tell her she envied her various 
affairs, but felt sorry she had burned her bridges with the 2 men 
that made her happy.
As the two women bantered back and forth, Veronica, in her 
anonymity, opened up more than she might normally, with a pen pal 
or even close friend. Jamie had, in her stories, told of the 
play-by-play minute juicy details of her love affairs with 
various men she had become involved with. Veronica knew every 
dirty little detail and maybe that led her to tell Jamie of some 
of her affairs, and to admit she was bi-sexual, fully open to 
love men and women. Jamie didn't think of Veronica as a lesbian, 
but as an open participant when the situation presented itself.
Jamie had, in her lonely anger and hopelessness after being found 
out having 2 lovers in 2 wild affairs, wondered if she would ever 
find love with another man. She wondered if another woman might 
be in her future. She once questioned that if she were to love 
another woman, would she still be able to take up with a man 
again. 
As time went by common sense ruled over her as she reasoned that 
men might eventually seek her out to love again and enjoy life 
pleasures. She was in fact, and quite obviously, very attractive. 
She had been foolish to try and balance 2 love affairs with 2 men 
she really cared for. She paid by being found out and losing them 
both.

However, the more Jamie read of Veronica's affairs with both 
sex's and the sexy way they left her feeling, she wondered if she 
really COULD love another woman.
Jamie had taken up with an old friend, Randy, and their 
friendship developed into a new love affair and she soon realized 
that nothing could take the place of a man in her life. She 
simply loved sex with a man, feeling him deep within her. 
She taught her new lover Randy the ropes of her body showing him 
how to play it to make her sing. She also showed Randy that she 
knew the lines and contours of a man and could please him far 
beyond his wildest expectations.
Yet, whenever she communicated with Veronica, certain wonderment 
overtook her. 
Veronica and Jamie shared certain personal pleasures. 
They both liked shaving their nether areas to provide their 
lovers with a smooth, almost baby like, quality. 
They both enjoyed the feel of a tongue on and in their most 
private of places. 
They also enjoyed flaunting their sexuality by leaving under 
garments behind from time to time to "go commando" and feel open 
and free. 
They both even wore clitoral jewelry (ie: clit clips) to further 
tease themselves at times during their work-a-day worlds.

Veronica envied Jamie stories of walking the nude beaches of the 
west coast where ogling eyes were never the norm, it was just 
life as it was there. Veronica secretly wished that she felt the 
confidence to strip her clothes and walk the white sands and gaze 
out over the ocean.

From Jamie's impressions of Veronica, she saw no reason why she 
might be embarrassed to show herself as she arrived from the 
womb. Jamie always tried to enforce Veronica's confidence and 
patience that some day the right guy would come along and 
Veronica would find the happiness that Jamie had known. Although 
Veronica knew approximately what she looked like from her 
stories, Jamie only had intimations and assumptions to Veronica's 
looks. But, in her mind, she was a beautiful person, and that was 
all that mattered. Her sexy words and passion would certainly 
find a life's love soon.

When it became a possibility that Jamie and Veronica might meet 
face to face, a strange feeling came over Jamie.
Veronica was not just a friend she had met over the internet, she 
was this vibrant sexual being who had shared secrets that only 
Jamie knew. Veronica, through Jamie's erotic stories, knew all of 
Jamie's secrets as well. It was as if Jamie were writing for 
Veronica alone sometimes. Knowing each other's most secret 
details of life dropped any roadblocks of friendly decorum in 
their notes. They were both truly open.
They were so open, in fact, that Jamie envisioned them meeting 
and hugging, exchanging kisses, their fondness so deep. Jamie 
felt a kinship, a connection to someone who had touched the 
stillness of her life's pond that sent a ripple over its entire 
surface.

There was also another prevailing feeling that shook Jamie to her 
core. 
One she had felt before:
The first time she had intimate sexual contact with her first 
lover, a passion swept her to do things she did not think she was 
capable of; She took his penis into her mouth and let him expel 
his seed for her to taste and swallow;
Then, that same passion swept over her with her next lover. That 
time, moments after resolving to herself that she was unable to 
have a physical relationship with this man in Seattle, because 
she had a lover home in San Francisco, she lay on the grass with 
him. Where they lay overlooked a still lake rimmed with cool 
pines. They spoke to each other of life and love and then silence 
overtook them as a deer walked to its shore, its doe following 
closely. They drank and sauntered off into the thick woods 
leaving the stillness to return. Jamie looked into his eyes and 
suddenly swung a leg over him to kiss and devour his face, almost 
not knowing what overtook her. With her hand she reached under 
herself and managed to undo the pants of her friend and with 
impatient passion drew out his penis and in one deft motion, 
pushed aside her panty and sunk his being into hers. She rocked 
on his body to pleasure both of them. When it was through she lay 
astride him, his seed still wet and warm within her. She looked 
into his eyes and knew it was right, although she had no 
forethought of what she had done. Something had just overtaken 
her.

She felt one of those same passion filled moments was due with 
Veronica, because recently she had wanted to reach through her 
computer to touch her; To thank her for being the intimate friend 
and confidant she needed. She wanted to thank her for making her 
feel hot passion at her core with the details of her affairs, to 
thank her for showing her that the music of sexual pleasure was 
still within her, it need only be played by the right musician.

But to have an affair with another woman seemed beyond Jamie's 
realm. However, she knew that if the moment presented itself, her 
spirit would know the right thing to do as it had with her 
previous lovers. She had tempted Veronica with its possibility, 
but had tempered her with the possibility that loving another 
woman may not be within her.

The tires screeched on the runway as Jamie looked out over what 
the line in the song "America" described as "purple mountains 
majesty". She took a deep breath as she rose from her seat to 
walk through the jet way into the terminal.
Veronica had said she would show or do something to make herself 
obvious to Jamie. If she were to get cold feet, there would be no 
connection and Jamie could go on to Littleton to visit with 
relatives. Jamie too had her out, if she saw Veronica and became 
afraid, she would pass by as a stranger, never identifying 
herself.

As the jet way opened into the terminal Jamie decided not to scan 
the crowd in the waiting area like an excited teenager looking 
for her idol. She was determined not to seem too excited, in case 
a fear swept over her.

She had dressed smartly that winters day in a simple mauve skirt 
and a low heel. Her deep cream blouse buttoned in the back and 
would have shown Jamie's full breasts had she not hugged her long 
winter coat over her arm in front of her. A flight attendant and 
part of the crew stood aside the partition leading to the waiting 
area thanking them for flying their airline, etc, etc.

Jamie took her first two steps into the waiting area and she 
flushed red and then felt light headed to where she almost 
thought she might have to sit down. Instead she stepped to the 
side and stopped to arrange her coat on her arm again, buying 
time for her to try and compose herself.
Doing so, she stepped forward again, her heels clicking on the 
hard floor she was watching. She tipped her eyes up cautiously 
and looked seemingly at the terminal, but she was excited to see 
if Veronica had come to greet her. At first she felt a 
disappointment and became painfully aware that in a few more 
steps she would be on the baggage shuttle and she might have 
missed Veronica. Should she turn back and scream her name?
Suddenly she turned the rounded corner of the hallway that led to 
the baggage shuttle and she saw a sportily dressed young woman 
with 2 3x5 cards taped together with black blocked letters,  
"Ronnie5", Veronica's email name. She was about as she had 
pictured her in her quick glance, dark short hair, trim body, 
obviously very feminine, and a face that invited a smile.
Jamie kept her poker face as their eyes met the first time, as 
Jamie seemed to be scanning the area, but when she scanned back, 
Veronica's eyes were still on her. 
A smile turned the dimples on in Veronica's face, as she knew it 
had to be Jamie. Wordlessly Jamie went to her and the women 
smiled, then hugged. Tears fell from their eyes as they held each 
other tightly. Finally Jamie swallowed and managed to speak.

"Hello," she whispered in her ear.
The word made Veronica cry harder and hug her tighter.
After what seemed a minute they broke their embrace and looked 
around to see if they had caused a scene, they hadn't; tearful 
reunions were common here.

"I'm parked close to the baggage area, let's get your things and 
get out of here where we can talk." Veronica said, anxious to 
meet her friend.

"I don't have much, Randy is bringing the bulk of everything 
Sunday, with all of our ski things. I just have one small bag." 
Jamie told her.

As they walked from the terminal to the parking lot Veronica felt 
a hand come to her arm and slide down to hold her hand. Jamie 
squeezed it and looked into Veronica's eyes and said, "Thank 
You".

"For what?"

"Everything, just everything."

Jamie gave Veronica the details of her hotel, a Marriott close 
by. Veronica knew right where it was.

"I'll get checked in and we can go have lunch and talk, OK 
Veronica?" Jamie said.

"Yes, and please call me Ronnie. I really wish you would stay 
with me." Veronica said, but she knew that Randy would expect 
Jamie at the hotel.

The check-in was quick and Jamie checked the weather report for 
the following days and it called for sunny and cold for at least 
3 days. The sunny part made her feel at ease about their commuter 
ride to Powderhorn in a couple days.

"I'm going to dash up to my room and freshen up and leave some 
things off, why don't you come up Ronnie." Jamie said.

They made small talk on the elevator as Jamie fished for the pass 
card to get into her room.

Jamie went into the bathroom and splashed a little water on her 
face and washed her hands to feel freshened and came out to see 
Ronnie looking over the view from the window.

"The mountains are so beautiful, no matter how many time you see 
them, huh?" Ronnie said.
She turned to get Jamie's reaction and their eyes met. Jamie's 
were already full of tears again. Ronnie hugged her to comfort 
her and Jamie, voice cracking through her tears said, "I'm crying 
from happiness, not sadness. I'm so glad to hold you and touch 
you."

Ronnie broke the hug and looked into Jamie's eyes and cautiously 
kissed her lips. Jamie kissed back, once, then again. They looked 
into each other's eyes with cautious wonder. Ronnie brought her 
mouth to Jamie's to kiss her deeply and her new friend responded 
with her tongue in Ronnie's mouth. Their hands roamed over each 
other's bodies as they drank in each other's body electrics.

Jamie broke the kiss, but with noses almost touching, eye to eye 
she whispered, "I do think this is right, if you do as well, take 
me where only you can."

Ronnie's mouth covered Jamie's and they kissed again.

"Lets dispense with the rolling around and wrinkling of clothes, 
I don't have much with me. May I undress for you?" Jamie said 
shyly.

"If I may for you," Ronnie answered.

The two women stepped away from each other and looked at the 
other nervously waiting for one to begin.
Ronnie motioned for Jamie to turn around and she undid the 
buttons on the back of her blouse. Once unfastened, Jamie turned 
back to Ronnie and was nervous to pull her blouse from her skirt 
and over her head.
Ronnie smiled at her nervousness and crossed her hands at the 
bottom of her pullover sweater and took it over her head to 
expose her braless breasts. One of her nipples was pierced, but 
both breasts were fully tanned small globes with small dark hard 
nipples. Jamie knew from her own femininity that Ronnie's nipples 
needed a pinch or suckle.  Not knowing how to love a woman she 
hesitated to act on that instinct, but Ronnie then pinched her 
own nipples.

"God, they ache for you already. Jamie, catch up to me, show me 
your breasts." Ronnie said.

Jamie half smiled and half shuddered as a chill went up her spine 
knowing that this was actually happening. She took her blouse 
over her head to expose her bikini style bra with thin silk cups 
that showed her nipples through its material. Before she reached 
to unhook the front snap, she too had to touch her own nipples. 
Freed from her bra, Jamie's breast fell also to two perfect 
globes with her larger nipples centered perfectly.
She had never been shy to walk on the secluded beaches of the 
west coast, Jamaica and St Thomas in the nude, but now she felt 
more nude than ever, showing herself to what could be her female 
lover.

Jamie felt that she should end this right here. She didn't know 
what to do next, the two of them standing there nude from the 
waist up.
Ronnie saw her discomfort and extended her arms to her.

"Come here Jamie, let me show you something that only women who 
love each other can know." Ronnie said smiling at Jamie's 
hesitance.

She extended her arms and took Jamie into them as they wrapped 
each other's arms around them selves. Their breasts fell together 
and then their stomachs touched.

"Oh, you're so soft and warm." Jamie said as Ronnie sought out 
her mouth and they kissed once again, Ronnie's tongue probing her 
mouth.

Jamie could not get over how soft, warm and supple Ronnie's body 
felt next to hers. 
"It's no wonder that men clamor to touch and fondle us," she 
thought. "Women are so, . . .so. . .SEXY!" 

Ronnie began to move her hands over Jamie's back as if they were 
drinking in the warmth and sexiness of the moment. She broke her 
long tongue kiss and whispered into her ear.

"Let's strip the rest of the way."

Jamie knew that the time to stop this was now, if she wanted to. 
The feel of Ronnie's body intoxicated her and she knew she had to 
explore her feelings more.
Ronnie stepped back and undid the belt to her slacks and slowly 
began to peel them down as Jamie searched for the zipper to her 
skirt.
Jamie fingered the zipper slot as Ronnie's body came into view. 
She was totally smooth without any pubic hair, just like herself!

"Oooooooooo! You are so pretty Ronnie, so cute between your 
legs," she said uncomfortably as she watched Ronnie bend and 
spread her legs a bit to look at her own smoothness and to 
arrange her pretty lips. As she stood up straight she did a 
little spin, saying, "This is me, now let's see you!"

Jamie found the tab of her zipper and pulled it down over the 
curve of her hip. The skirt began to fall immediately over the 
silk of her mini slip. She caught it with her finger and held it 
as she stepped out of it, looking up at Ronnie quickly.
 
She tried to finger her slip down and off as if she was alone in 
the room, but she knew she was putting on a show. Her peach and 
white thong panty was all that remained and Jamie pulled them up 
to accent her hips, as she looked admiring at herself, then she 
thumbed to sides and pulled them down to step from them.

She felt nervous and copied Ronnie with a little turnaround 
saying,
"This is me, my tan is usually a little deeper, but. . . "

"You look lovely and so smooth down there." Ronnie said as Jamie 
nervously cupped her pussy in shyness and then arranged her lips 
to cover her modest move.

Ronnie stepped to her again and repeated what she had done 
earlier, mashing her mouth to Jamie's and pressing their breasts 
together, but this time she ran her hands over Jamie's bottom, 
hoping to encourage her to do the same. But, Jamie was lost in 
the new feelings spreading over her and the fear she had gone too 
far in something she could no longer turn back on.

Ronnie finished the kiss and fondles and then looked at Jamie.

"Are you frightened by me?" Ronnie questioned. "I'm not meaning 
to be forward if you think we are going too fast, or want to stop 
it. You look scared."

"I am scared and nervous. I've always felt so in control when I 
made love to anyone before and right now I am without words or 
thought of what to do next." she answered.

"If I were a man and he were making love to you, what would you 
do and feel right now?" Ronnie wondered.
 
Jamie smiled and looked Ronnie right in the eye.

"I've only made love to MY men, and only them, but still I was 
always in control of my emotions. If you were one of my men I 
would be sucking your dick right now. I'm like a baby at the 
breast, I love having that piece of them in my mouth so I can 
show them how I feel and how tender I want them to make me feel." 
Jamie said, embarrassed.

"Making love to a woman is different, obviously." Ronnie said as 
she stepped to one of the beds and pulled down the spread and 
then opened the sheets.

"Why don't you slide in and we can get to know each other?" she 
asked.

Jamie followed her instruction and got into the bed as Ronnie 
followed.
They now lay face to face, reclined on their sides.

There was a pregnant moment that Ronnie was about to fill, but 
Jamie spoke first.

"You are very pretty, your face, your complexion. You undersold 
yourself in your notes and letters to me. I was worried that I 
might not want you after I saw you and this whole thing became a 
reality. But, you apparently take as good care of yourself as I 
do. Do you gym?" she asked.

Ronnie smiled and blushed. "Thank you, yes I do go to a gym every 
week. As we get older in gets harder and harder to keep a 21 year 
old body on this 30 year old frame."

"The ad agency is over half women who work there. My female boss 
made sure we were happy and thought we would hang around longer 
if we had a gym. I stay twice a week to treadmill and 
Stairmaster. Randy says I have the butt of an 18 year old, but my 
breasts seemed to have started a search for my feet." Jamie said 
with an embarrassed smile.

The comment about Jamie's breasts turned Ronnie's attention to 
them as she cupped one.

"I think your breasts are beautiful, so round, soft and natural." 
Ronnie said as she fondled it and ran her thumb over the nipple.

The two women made eye contact and Ronnie lowered her mouth to 
her nipple and licked and them sucked at it.

Jamie drew a deep breath and relished in how good the soft mouth 
of her lover felt at her tit. "Everything about this woman was 
soft and warm, even her lips," she thought.

Ronnie moved her mouth to the other breast and Jamie began to get 
lost in the moment.

Ronnie turned toward Jamie and swung a knee in between her legs, 
turning her on her back and kneeling over her.

"PLEASE, not yet, I don't think I'm ready!" Jamie said startled.

"Not ready for what." Ronnie said calmly.

"For you to go down on me, I . . ."

"Shhhhhh, I wasn't doing that. Just follow along and enjoy 
yourself." Ronnie said as she pressed her body against Jamie, 
still suckling at her nipple.
 Then she moved up to Jamie's mouth and as they kissed Jamie 
became aware that Ronnie's pussy and her pussy were pressed 
together as Ronnie sidled and spread Jamie's legs a bit.

As Ronnie began a circular grind Jamie realized what was 
happening and began to enjoy it as they necked and kissed. She 
was sure she felt their clits touching and that was driving her 
crazy as well as Ronnie.

Ronnie broke the kiss and looked into Jamie's eyes.

"Can we have a little cum together?" she asked.

Jamie was almost breathless. "Yes, I feel little spasms working. 
Don't stop."

As she said those words Ronnie dropped her lips to her lovers 
neck and trailed kisses to her shoulder. Their breasts were 
touching again now as Ronnie whimpered a bit, obviously having a 
small orgasm. The fact that Jamie expelled a long blowing breath 
was not lost on Ronnie. She knew they had cum together.

Ronnie slid her leg from between Jamie's crotch and began to 
continue to kiss her body from the shoulder she had just kissed, 
and down her arm. She pulled the arm a bit to show Jamie how to 
move and Jamie rolled over a bit as Ronnie kissed at her back, 
now moving her body down Jamie's frame. After she had kissed her 
bottom cheeks she turned Jamie over. With her eyes closed she 
kissed her stomach and tongued her belly button. She then reached 
up and took both of Jamie's hands in hers, inter-twining the 
fingers. They held each other's grip tightly as Ronnie began to 
kiss down, lick down over Jamie's flat stomach and abdomen.

Jamie was lost in the moment. She loved being eaten, licked and 
loved between her legs, but this was going to be all new.

Ronnie's tongue flicked out at the lips of Jamie's pussy. Ronnie 
tried to free her hands from Jamie's grip to use her fingers on 
her, but she would not let go. Fear and trepidation had taken 
over for the expectation in Jamie.

"Are you OK?" Ronnie asked.

"Yes, I'm OK. I'm just realizing what is happening."

"What is happening, Jamie?"

"I'm about to have woman to woman sex with my friend, but I'm 
unsure."

"Unsure of what?"

"Unsure if I can go through with my end. If I can't make you 
happy it hardly seems fair that I enjoy your attentions."

"Jamie, whatever happens is fine. This is how I want to make love 
to you. You can make love to me anyway you want, or not at all."

"No, I don't want to stop. I don't want you to stop. I just want 
you to understand that I may not be able to do this for you. When 
you touched me with your mouth I realized that you are going to 
expect me to do the same and, right now at least, I don't think 
it's within me."

"Relax, my friend. This is not about me right now. This is about 
me loving you. This is what I want to do to show you how I feel, 
plus I DO get satisfaction from making you happy. If you want 
this to continue, just relax and let me show you how I care for 
you, as a special friend, for the joy you have given me. We are 
two people who have touched each other out of all the people in 
the world. I've loved your spirit, now let me love your body."

"Ronnie, you are so sweet," Jamie said as her eyes misted with 
tears. "There I was worried about ME ME ME, and how I was to feel 
without a thought for you. I should have known that you would 
accept my feelings unconditionally. Please kiss me." She said as 
she let go of Ronnie's hands and wanted her to bring her lips to 
hers to seal their feelings.

But, Ronnie just dropped her head and DID kiss her, right on her 
vagina. Jamie almost stopped her to say she meant to kiss her 
mouth, but her breath was taken away with a swipe of Ronnie's 
tongue across her clit. Jamie understood what was happening. 
Ronnie understood what as happening.

As Ronnie opened up more and more of Jamie's pussy with her 
tongue Jamie began to enjoy her combination of fear and feelings 
that mixed with her adrenaline. Her fingers dug into the sheets 
as she felt familiar fireworks begin to rise within her.

Ronnie sensed Jamie's pleasure and worked her smooth vagina 
harder with her tongue. She then dipped 2 of her slender fingers 
into her, and remembering from her descriptions in her stories, 
brought them right behind her clit and pressed with a circular 
motion.

Jamie knew that her g-spot was being massaged and began to 
flounder a bit on the bed.

"Oh my God Ronnie, you're hitting it." Jamie said as Ronnie drove 
her tongue wild over Jamie's clit.

Jamie began to puff loudly, losing her breathing rhythm and 
control of her body. She bounded on the bed with Ronnie's mouth 
attached.

"Hizzit Hizzit gnnnnnnt" Jamie moaned as she pressed her 
shoulders into the bed and pushed her hips up to meet Ronnie's 
tender tongue and fingers.

"CUMMING CUMMING!!!!!!" Jamie shouted as Ronnie moved her head 
away just in time to miss an ejaculation from Jamie. A short 
steam of milky fluid erupted from her pussy and landed on 
Ronnie's back and hair. 
Ronnie looked at her like she had just grown a second head, but 
kept her hand busy where it had been.
 
While Jamie gasped for breath Ronnie dropped her mouth to Jamie's 
pussy again as she raised her hips once again with a deep scream 
she managed to hold inside her tightly pursed lips.
A second volley of fluid surprised Ronnie in her mouth and face 
as she moved her head from the discharge and slid her fingers 
from Jamie.

As Ronnie wiped her face on the retracted sheet and spread, Jamie 
grabbed her crotch, rubbing the whole of her hand over her 
hairless lips causing her to buck once more as more fluid dripped 
from her fingers. Then finally she collapsed with a flop on the 
bed.

After a few minutes of silence in the room Ronnie began to giggle 
as Jamie moaned.

"Wow, that was something" Ronnie chuckled as she rose up on an 
elbow and looked at her friend.

Jamie could only half smile as she struggled to compose herself 
and regain her strength.

Their eyes met and Ronnie crawled up to Jamie face and kissed her 
cheek, then her lips. Jamie wrapped her arms around the warm body 
of her friend, and now lover, Ronnie.

"You read the stories well, you found the spot." Jamie growled in 
her ear.

"Scared the shit out of me, girl. Does it feel as hot as it 
looked?" Ronnie asked incredulously.

"Better!!" Jamie said as she decided what she wanted for her 
friend.

Both women lay and enjoyed the warmth of each other, their 
breasts pressed together once again. Ronnie once again shifted 
herself to touch her clit to Jamie's pussy. She began to rut a 
bit to search out her friend's clit, but Jamie had to stop her.

"Oh God Ronnie, you've got me too sensitive. Here let me help you 
out." she said locking her eyes to Ronnie's. "I WILL make you 
cum, but I don't know if I can use my mouth, be patient with me, 
OK?"

"Jamie, I want you to be happy and content, don't worry about me. 
I've enjoyed making you happy." Ronnie scolded.

But Jamie rose up and turned to move Ronnie from her. Ronnie 
helped her by rolling onto the pulled back sheet and spread.

"Owww, I ended up in a cold wet spot!" Ronnie yelped as she 
bounced up from the sheets.

Jamie laughed and moved from her spot to giver Ronnie the warm 
area she had occupied.

"I guess cold spots are unavoidable with a guy or girl." Jamie 
laughed as she straddled Ronnie as if she were a man she was 
going to fuck.

On all fours over her friend, Jamie smiled down at her.

"I never in a million years ever thought I would try to make love 
to a woman, but you are different. You have been so special to 
me. I know you probably have friends you can talk to about 
intimate things. When I was in high school and college I did too. 
But after that there was no one once I moved away from home. My 
dual lovers were both great listeners, but I lost that outlet. We 
were each others listening post, each other's crutch. We could 
even talk about each other in the third person. I have 
girlfriends and even some male friends I can talk a little to, 
but none to share the intimacies with. Then all of a sudden, I 
had you, who already knew the intimate details of my life, and 
you were sharing the intimate details of yours. Here I was, 
experienced traveler, writer, business executive who knew the 
ways and great pains of life with no-one to really talk to, and 
then you were there; Someone to tell that I got laid for the 
first time in months last night. Someone to say I hoped my new 
lover liked having his cock sucked, because I loved doing it so 
much and how I surprised him with that. I told you I was in love 
again before I even told my closest friends. To just say thank 
you to you is just not enough. I gave myself to you a few minutes 
ago to show you that you are part of me. Not even so much you, 
"Ronnie", but you the spirit of human kindness that was there 
when I was crying out for someone. My stories were a plea in many 
ways. They were the talks I could never have with my girlfriends. 
I always say that I wrote them for the fun and in a way I guess I 
did, but I just had to let the world know how I felt, how great 
the sex was, for all that time, and then the sudden end of my 
perfect world. Many people wrote to me, but your letters always 
stuck out."

By the time Jamie finished her long dissertation on the 
circumstances that brought her here both she and Ronnie were 
misty eyed and tears were rolling. A tear fell from Jamie's face 
into Ronnie's mouth and Jamie kissed her right away to retrieve 
it.

"Don't taste my tears, they have been so bitter, and I have had 
to taste so many of them." Jamie said as she kissed Ronnie's 
cheek to scoop up one of her tears.
"I hope your tears are tears of joy, for they are much sweeter 
and I hope I can only cry those kinds of tears from now on. 
Understand that I love you as a friend, not as a lover. I love 
you as the spirit of human kindness and understanding, and I will 
try to make love to that. You know that my heart now belongs to 
Randy, and I may love him as much as I loved anyone. It's hard to 
tell because our lives are so much different than the others 
were. But he makes me so happy. I look at him and sometimes my 
knees buckle, he is so wonderful to me and I can't do enough for 
him. His one fault is that he is jealous, but I don't know of 
what. I am his through and through. He is my life. I hope to make 
him understand that once he accepts that premise, I will marry 
him. Until then, I cannot. He would never understand the reason I 
am here today. 

So I want to be honest with you, we can never love again, like 
this. But your place in my heart is secure."

Jamie tentatively lowered her head and kissed Ronnie's breast. 
She suckled the nipple and then the other. She rested her hands 
on her breasts and squeezed and fondled them.
"Our breasts are so sensitive, so sensual, so electric to the 
touch. They control our sexual temperature, in a way. When I walk 
my tanned body on nude beaches occasionally a cool breeze, or 
even a sexy thought of my lover will come to mind and I will feel 
my nipples harden. If I touch or pinch them then, I can feel it 
right down to my vagina. You would call that electric, right." 
She said as she pinched Ronnie's nipples.

"You have my pussy running wet from your touches, so YES, I 
agree." Ronnie smiled.

Jamie slid a little lower and rested her head between Ronnie's 
breasts, her ear to her heart.

"I hear you heart beating; your blood of life coursing through 
your beautiful body. Do you know how it makes me feel to know 
that I can make it pound harder by just touching you. Do you know 
how hard you had mine pounding? I thought it would jump from my 
chest." She said as she sat back onto Ronnie's smooth abdomen.

"Please be patient with me." Jamie said as she stood up on the 
bed and placed her feet between Ronnie's legs and knelt down.
She bent and kissed Ronnie's flat stomach and flat path to her 
vagina. As she neared that special place she shied away and 
kissed along the side of it and lower, to kiss the rounded cheeks 
of her butt. She then sat back and brought her hand slowly to 
Ronnie's magic place. She had never touch another vagina before, 
but knew well what it took to make one happy.
She rubbed the middle three fingers over the lips rapidly to get 
a touch and feel it's wetness. She snaked one finger into her and 
cautiously slid it in and out. She added a second finger and then 
holding all three together in a tight bunch she put all 3 in. But 
Ronnie's pussy was small and the 3 seemed too snug and Jamie 
relented and kept just two sliding in and out, purposely avoiding 
her clit.

"Your pussy is so pretty, so smooth. You take good care of it. 
You know how happy it can make you when it seems like your only 
friend. Your lips are so small compared to mine. No wonder you 
have a hard time with the clip. If I were a silversmith I would 
make you a tiny pussy version of it. Maybe a g-string would hold 
it in place for you as you walk. I have one special pair of thong 
panties that holds mine in place if I want to wear it for the 
day. I wear it for the day if Randy has the day off. When I get 
home I am sooo ready for him!" Jamie said, as she knew she was 
stalling.
 She brought her other hand up and touched Ronnie's hood and 
popped her clit fully out. Ronnie jumped at the touch and smiled 
at Jamie while drawing a deep breath.

Jamie spit on her thumb and brought he flat pad of it to Ronnie's 
clit and began a circular motion on it. As it began to dry out 
she would lean forward and drool more saliva onto it. After a 
couple minutes she really had Ronnie's attention. That's when she 
moved her two fingers up to the top of her vagina, above and 
behind her clit. She sought out the seeming hiding place of her 
g-spot. She never really felt her own, but knew where it was. 
Most women would say it's 1 or 2 inches up behind the clit, or 
top of the vagina. Since you really can't feel it, per se, it's 
hard to say. But she was looking to Ronnie for reaction.
She rubbed in a circular motion as she flicked her clit with her 
thumb. Suddenly Ronnie jumped, involuntarily. Jamie noticed that 
she no longer needed to drool onto her thumb anymore. It was 
plenty wet enough.

"Come on Ronnie, let yourself go. Close your eyes and get into 
this. When you feel that strange flutter down there try to 
suppress it, like holding back a good pee. That's all I can say 
to help you."

Ronnie shivered as she closed her eyes and trusted her lover. Her 
pussy was getting wetter and wetter so Jamie circular motions 
became swifter and less fractioned. If Ronnie had felt any 
discomfort from the rubbing it was gone now.

"Oh my clit is hot, so HOT and it feels like it's blowing up!!" 
Ronnie exclaimed.

"Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm, it's so hot it hurts Jamie!!"

Jamie drew her thumb away from the direct contact with Ronnie's 
clit but kept her fingers in her g-spot area. As soon as she let 
her clit loose Ronnie began to buck a little.

"Ohhhhhhh, Ooooooooooooo, Oh my GODDD." Ronnie moaned as she 
raised her hips and turned red all over holding her breath.

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!" Ronnie shouted 
as orgasm overtook her and a little flow of fluid went over 
Jamie's fingers, and she then pressed harder.

There was a pause and Jamie thought she might have lost it but 
Ronnie rose up again.

"EEEEeeeeee NOOOO, Yesssssssssss Gnnnnnnnnnnnt" She cooed as a 
splash rose from her vagina onto Jamie wrists and the bed, and 
then another; causing Jamie to laugh in the joy she had brought 
to Ronnie.

Ronnie was still prone on the bed, her neck and shoulders holding 
up her fountaining hips. Her eyes were closed trying to push one 
more squirt from her pleasure point. That's when she felt it. 
Jamie's lips and tongue right on her clit, sucking it like a 
little cock. It was only for a few moments, but it was something 
she had to do. She had tasted and touched Ronnie's most private 
sexual spot with her tongue. As she did Ronnie gave up one more 
faint splash of fluid that Jamie could taste. By tasting it she 
felt she would be a part of her forever.

Ronnie could take no more and dropped her hips to the bed, 
dislodging Jamie's fingers, and then she curled into a fetal ball 
on the bed.

Jamie laid forward herself and sat up on one elbow watching her 
friend come down from her sexual high. After a few minutes the 
sexual heat began to die off and Jamie pulled the covers up over 
to stop the chill she was feeling. She reached out to stroke 
Ronnie's hair.

"There, we've made peace with our spirits, connected forever
by this. Thank you for being the understanding friend, the 
lighter of my passions. In a couple weeks, it will be 2 years 
since my lovers discovered each other and my world crashed over 
me. I was lucky to have a friend like you, and a friend like 
Randy, a lover like Randy. If I had to go and meet someone brand 
new and get to know them as well as I know Randy, I doubt I would 
even be dating yet."

Ronnie turned over and smiled at Jamie.
"I'm sorry for all of the pain and anguish you had to go through 
to get to this place in your life. They say everything happens 
for a reason, but as much as I enjoy your friendship, if you had 
kept true to one lover and not been so selfish, it would have 
saved you a lifetime of sadness over it all. 
Let's not dwell on the sadness, let's finally go out and have 
that lunch and drink we were going to go to. Well, I guess it 
would be dinner now, it's after 4 o'clock."

Ronnie and Jamie laughed and talked over dinner and even went to 
a club to hear some music and dance. As the hour neared eleven 
they went back to Jamie's room. 
Ronnie had packed an overnight bag unsure of what arrangements 
would be made. She had hoped to bring Jamie to her condo about 70 
miles from here and hot tub through the night. Being too late to 
travel she took her bag from her car to stay with Jamie at her 
insistence.
As Jamie wordlessly padded around the room getting ready for bed 
she made a point of turning down both beds in the room to be sure 
Ronnie knew there would be no repeat of their earlier romp.  All 
of the sudden Ronnie felt distanced by Jamie and took her bag 
into the bathroom and changed into the long sleep shirt she had 
brought. She laid out fresh panties, sports bra and a loose 
fitting top for the morning. She had figured if she spent the 
night with Jamie that her nipples and pussy wouldn't be able to 
stand the roughness of going without underwear by morning. She 
now sensed there would be no further physical contact.

When she came out of the bathroom she was surprised to see the 
room dark, except for the ambient light from the outside. She 
went wordlessly to her bed and slipped into the sheets.

"Ronnie, it's not too hot in here for you is it?" Jamie asked.

"No as a matter of fact it's a little cold." She said as a tear 
began to choke in her throat. She hoped Jamie hadn't heard that.

"Do you want the heat up, or is this good for sleeping?"

"No, this is fine. Good night Jamie."

Ronnie sadly wondered what she had done to bring this coldness 
from Jamie. After making love earlier she had felt a special 
closeness and even through dinner and drinks thought it was 
apparent. Now her demeanor was cool.

For fifteen minutes Ronnie lay in the bed staring at the dark 
ceiling with tears running from her eyes. She wasn't out and out 
crying, it was just a sad moment for her. What she thought was a 
special friendship was now strained and after the morning she may 
never see her again. After another 10 minutes, she heard Jamie 
tossing and turning in the other bed. She obviously was not able 
to get to sleep either.

"Jamie?"

"What is it, Ronnie?"

"Can't sleep?"

"No, I can't get comfortable."

"I know what you mean, these beds aren't the greatest. I'm used 
to a water bed."

"No, I didn't mean the bed. I meant me. I can't get comfortable 
with the fact I've been a lesbian."

Ronnie bolted up in bed.

"A lesbian? You aren't a lesbian, and I'm not a lesbian. Jesus 
Christ!! I thought what we had earlier was a beautiful exchange 
between friends showing their love and gratitude for what they 
meant to their lives. Now all you can think is that I changed 
your sexual orientation. Well, yes I like women, but I like men 
just as well and consider myself bisexual, but in no way do I 
flaunt my sexuality either way. I wasn't trawling for pussy when 
I found you on the internet, I saw a woman with a broken heart 
and a beautiful story. You brought me so much joy in your 
writing; I wanted to help you a little to repay you. But, 
remember, it was YOU who insisted on arranging this meeting." 
Ronnie said miffed at the reference Jamie had made.

"I'm sorry Ronnie. I guess I'm really confused right now. Before 
as we walked down the hallway I looked at your ass, admired your 
ass. I never look at a woman's ass." Jamie said.

"Wait a minute! Are you telling me that because we made love 
earlier that now you're a lesbian, and you know because you 
looked at my ASS?" Ronnie asked incredulously.

Jamie burst into tears. "Well, that and the fact I still want 
you, and I want you to want me."

"Jamie, how many drinks did you have tonight? Think about what 
you're saying. If I had a big fat penis, would you come over here 
and suck it for me and let me shoot my cum down your throat?" 
Ronnie asked her, raising her voice.

"Yes, Yes, that's what I want more than anything right now. I'd 
love to suck Randy if her were here. Hell, I'm so horny I'd suck 
off any man right now." Jamie said excitedly.

"Would a lesbian do that Jamie? You're no more a lesbian that I 
am, and I'm so horny that the taste and feel of a hard smooth 
cock in my mouth sounds good to me as well. What we had earlier 
wasn't sex. It was love. If we were anonymous strangers off the 
street, would it have happened like that? No, it wouldn't because
I'm no slut for a man or a woman. I have to feel something for 
the person I share myself with. Before, I felt the love we shared 
in our written words and I wanted to make you feel it too. Sex 
was the way we conveyed that." Ronnie said, getting more pissed 
off as she realized that Jamie might consider her a lesbian slut.

"But, I was looking at you, your shape and your ass in 
particular, and I was turned on." Jamie said.

"Jamie do you picture me watching every woman I pass on the 
streets and longing for an affair with them? Just because I 
sometimes enjoy the company of a woman, it doesn't mean I crave 
each one I see, no more than I crave each man I see. I need a 
connection, a feeling, like I had with you, even though now I 
feel I barely know you. Did you ever think that you looked at me 
and got turned on a bit because it was ME, and you care for me?" 
Ronnie said choking back tears.

"Ronnie, please don't cry. I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"Well, you've already done that! You're not saying it, but you're 
looking down on me. You think I'm a lesbian and afraid you're one 
too, and you're blaming me. Well, I'm not a lesbian and I like 
the company of men as well as women and I never did anything to 
you that you didn't want. You're not a lesbian; I could barely 
call you even bi-sexual. Just admit that you care for me and I 
turn you on. It doesn't mean you don't like men. You're upset 
that you looked at me and got a sexual craving. I'm supposed to 
be happy about that, but you've made it something it isn't. I 
look at you and I get sexual cravings myself, but you've made 
something beautiful into something dirty. I wish we never ever 
got together. This was a big mistake. It was better when there 
was mystery." Ronnie said choking back tears. 

Ronnie pulled her covers up and rolled over away from Jamie and 
loudly said, "GOOD NIGHT!!"

Jamie was going to say something, but was lost for words. She and 
she alone had hurt the feelings of her friend, a friend that she 
realized she loved more than she had imagined. The fact she found 
a sexual attraction to her disturbed her, but as Ronnie pointed 
out, it was only to her. A few hours ago she had kissed and felt 
inside the very being of Ronnie, at her own insistence. Now, she 
was blaming Ronnie for her feelings. She knew she was wrong. She 
had instigated the entire affair. Like Ronnie had said and she 
now realized, she was no lesbian, she simply loved someone who 
happened to be the same sex. Her heart still yearned for Randy, 
and even her lost lovers. Pangs of love aren't always limited to 
just one sex, but to the individual being and spirit.

Jamie lay so pissed off at herself she doubted she would ever get 
to sleep. The buzzing from the other bed proved that Ronnie had 
cried herself to sleep, exhausted from pouring her heart out.

When she originally turned her back on Jamie and pulled up the 
covers she wanted to turn back and continue her tirade, but she 
knew it would only result in her saying things she would be sorry 
for later. She was heartbroken that this had turned out this way. 
As soon as she was sure Jamie was asleep, she planned to get 
dressed and leave for home, even if it meant only a few hours 
sleep. She lay with tears running down her cheeks waiting to hear 
Jamie fall into a deep sleep. However, she underestimated how 
tired and emotionally exhausted she was, and fell asleep first. 
She dreamed of Jamie and how beautiful their little tryst had 
worked earlier. As she dreamed away she could almost feel Jamie's 
lips on her face and fingers running over the smooth furrow of 
her pussy.

She woke with a start. She WAS being kissed and there were 
fingers stroking her pussy.

"Jamie! What are you doing?" she demanded.
Jamie knelt beside the bed where Veronica lay with her hand under 
the covers and was kissing her face.

"I'm showing someone that I love how much I love her and adore 
her friendship. I'm showing someone that I love, that her love 
means more than my silly feelings and wounded self-righteous 
pride. My pride of NOT being a lesbian was mis-placed, Ronnie. 
The only person who has to know that I love A woman is that 
woman. Ronnie, YOU are that woman." 
From her kneeling position beside Ronnie's bed she dropped her 
lips to Ronnie's and they exchanged a long deep kiss. In the 
glare of the parking lot lights that snuck through the blinds 
Jamie saw Ronnie smile at her.
"Ronnie I'm a better person for knowing you, for meeting you, and 
for sharing our love, and I want to share more of it. We may 
never get this opportunity again as we both slip into our lives 
tomorrow."

"Can we forget everything that happened after we got back here 
tonight?" Ronnie asked.

To answer Jamie kissed her deeply on her lips and sunk 2 of the 
fingers of her hand into her pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm that feels so good, but why don't you slide under he 
covers with me." Ronnie said lifting the corner up to invite her 
in.

As Jamie lifted the covers Ronnie sat up and took off the long 
sleep shirt she wore. Jamie was already stripped.

As they had earlier, they gave each other a long hug pressing 
their pretty breasts together and kissed. The necked and swapped 
tongue spit back and forth. Finally Ronnie whispered.
"Jamie, you know this is so right. I truly do love you and 
treasure our friendship. If I were going to make a commitment to 
one woman, that is one person right now, it might be you. I felt 
so bad before and I realized that to feel that bad over another 
person, I must love them a lot. I forgive you for the things you 
said and I understand your feelings over the stigma of that word, 
lesbian. I hate it too. But, here we are two hearts beating so 
close and . ." as she shifted her legs and used her knee to part 
Jamie's legs, "two magic little buttons throbbing so close."

With that, she ground her little pussy into Jamie's. As their 
clits met a spark seemed to fly that drove Ronnie's hips into 
frenzy as she bucked wildly on the firm nubbin of Jamie's aroused 
clit. Ronnie only broke their lip locked kiss to call out her 
pleasure.

"Ohh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, Eeeeeeeeeeeeee, Gwwwwwt," she mewled 
as she pushed her mouth into the corner of the pillow beside 
Jamie's head to muffle the sound. 
Jamie was not far behind as she bit into Ronnie's shoulder.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnntt! Uhh - Uhh - Uhh! Ohhh Ronnie!! Ron . . ." she 
cut off before she could finish her vocal as her orgasm peaked.

Moments later they lay together, their nether lips still pasted 
together by their secretions, sweating on that cold Colorado 
night.

Ronnie was the first to move as she propped up on one elbow. 
"We fit together pretty good, huh?" she said with a giggle in her 
voice as she sat the rest of the way up, tucking her legs under 
her, Indian style.
She only saw the muted silhouette from the ambient light through 
the shades of her lover, but reached out to stroke the skin on 
her stomach and abdomen.

"So firm and smooth. You take good care of yourself like I do. 
Your skin is so alive when I touch it and stroke it. But, your 
pussy is by far the prettiest I've ever seen. You have such nice 
lips and hard clit." She said as she cupped 3 fingers and slapped 
Jamie's pussy.
The sting of her slaps only drew more blood to her crotch and 
sensitized her sex even more.

"Oww! That stings, but it's a good hurt." Jamie said as she 
smiled and grabbed her assaulted sex.

Ronnie fell over from her cross-legged stance.
"Maybe I should kiss your hurt and make it better." She said as 
she fell mouth first into Jamie's pussy. She took the whole of 
her mound in her mouth and searched out her clit with her tongue. 
She seemed to chew her whole pussy for a moment. 
Jamie laid out flat at the as Ronnie's mouth swallowed her lips. 
As she did she threw her head to the side and opened her eyes to 
see the inside of Ronnie's thigh lit by the outside light. It 
gave her a marker to what she wanted, Ronnie's pussy. She moved 
herself to her side a bit and buried her head between Ronnie's 
legs, leaving the women lying on their sides, each with one knee 
crooked to allow the others mouth access to her smooth vagina.

Jamie licked and chewed at her lips in search of her clit. She 
had never licked a woman before, but relished in it, not for its 
taste or texture, but for the ferocity with which it made Ronnie 
dive further into Jamie's hot box.

The two humped at each others faces, sensitizing each others 
clits until neither could stand to have their clits, now orgasmed 
raw, touched by the others tongue.

Jamie was the first to push her lovers face away, as she 
followed. They each lay prone side by side with their mouths 
adjacent to each other's pussy and an arm around each other's 
thigh.

"Whew, that was awesome," they said in unison making each other 
laugh together as well. The room fell silent once again the two 
lay and took in the events of the past few minutes. Once the glow 
began to wear off, the two became chilly as they righted 
themselves and spooned in one bed, falling into a deep sexual 
exhausted sleep.

The persistent ringing of the phone shook Ronnie from her deep 
sleep as she clamored for the receiver.

 "Hello?" she whispered.

"It's 10 o'clock ma'am, this is your wake up service."

"Thank You."

Ronnie's movements on the bed shook Jamie awake.
Their eyes met and that brought a smile to both of their faces.

"Ten already. I've got to get back home. My condo is a mess and 
I'm having people from work over tonight. I wish you could come."

"I've really got to get out to Littleton and see my auntie and 
cousin. Plus Randy's plane comes in at 11 tomorrow morning and I 
have to be fresh and ready to fly again when he gets here."

"So, it's over. We may not see each other again?"

"Don't think of it that way Ronnie. We HAD the time and we 
expressed ourselves pretty good. I'll come back to Colorado 
again, plus you can always visit me."

"I have this fear that this is the last we will ever see each 
other. I think you're pretty intoxicated by me, and I know I am 
by you. To get together would really fuck each other's lives up. 
This was beautiful, but together like this, just can't work, can 
it?"

"No, our lives have too many commitments, and it could never be 
this good again. I think this was A moment."

"I wish I could say you were wrong." Ronnie said as she got up 
from the bed and went to the bathroom.
After peeing she stuck her head out of the bathroom to announce 
she was taking a shower.

The hot water danced off Veronica's body as she soaped here face 
first, then her arms, legs and body, paying special attention to 
her breasts in the steamy confines of the glass enclosed tub. She 
heard the rumble of the sliding door and turned to see Jamie 
standing there.

"Want any help with the hard to reach places?" she smiled.

Ronnie just handed her the soap.
Jamie ducked under the steaming water to wet herself and then 
sudsed up her hands to use both of them to run one down Ronnie's 
front to her vagina and one down through the crease of her ass 
where her fingers met.

As she squished and sudsed up her pussy she looked intently at 
her face to get a reaction as she drew up her one hand to 
Ronnie's asshole. She began to wash and then finger her little 
hole quite thoroughly. A man or a woman had never handled Ronnie 
like this before. As sexually experienced as she might have been, 
the fear of the unknown factor insighted her ardor as she 
prepared herself for what Jamie might want.

"I'm getting this very, very clean, because I am going to lick 
and eat your pretty ass. I've never loved a woman before 
yesterday, but I know this drives my man crazy." She said as she 
finished her cleansing with a flurry and turned Ronnie toward the 
showers spray. Jamie sunk to her knees and turned face up and 
leaned back on her hands between Ronnie's legs, with her face 
looking right into the rear of her crotch. Ronnie ran a hand 
through the crease of her cheeks to get the remainder of soap 
left there.

As her hand made one last pass Jamie pushed her face into the 
rear crease of Ronnie's shapely ass. As she licked the rear crack 
her tongue insisted more and more towards the crinkled little 
rose hidden there. In anticipation Ronnie bent forward a bit 
involuntarily as the tongue invading her there found its target.

Ronnie groaned as Jamie swathed over and over the little hole 
trying to push more and more into her. Veronica continued to hum 
her approval of the new feeling she was getting from Jamie. Her 
lovers tongue had opened her rear hole up more and more touching 
nerve endings she never dreamed existed in such a private, and 
before thought of, dank place. Veronica was almost totally bent 
over in her new ecstasy. When she opened her eyes she saw she 
could easily reach Jamie's pussy and began to stroke it with her 
fingers to the beat on Jamie's licking. 

Jamie found she could go no deeper and dropped her tongue to the 
little patch of skin that separated the pussy and anus, running 
her tongue along it to touch Ronnie's pussy with her tongue once 
again. It was all Ronnie could take as she lost her balance and 
let herself down in the tub with her face in Jamie's pussy. As 
she furiously licked it, Jamie reoriented herself to have her 
face once again in Ronnie's ass, her tongue dilated hole in front 
of her face. 
After a few licks and tongue probes she brought her wet thumb to 
the little red wrinkled hole and pushed it in. Ronnie groaned and 
ate at Jamie's clit harder. Her head and hand out of the spray, 
Jamie soaked two fingers in her mouths spittle and pushed the two 
side by side up Ronnie's rear. As she sawed the fingers in and 
out of her ass, Ronnie growled in orgasm, muffling it right into 
Jamie's pussy.

That put Jamie over the edge as well as she stiffened her legs to 
push out the orgasm she sought after. The push of her legs 
dislodged Ronnie from her pussy and herself away from Ronnie's 
tender ass. As the hot, steamy water rained down on them, Ronnie 
squirmed to lay over Jamie, pressing their breasts together for 
one last time as they necked like teenagers at a drive-in movie.

They held each other for what was to be their last intimate hug 
and then slowly rose to their feet. They washed themselves 
wordlessly under the shower, each bending to allow the other the 
rinse. 
As Ronnie took the hotel sized all-in-one shampoo bottle Jamie 
held out her hand for Ronnie to squeeze some out. Ronnie did the 
same in her hand and before she could begin washing her own hair, 
Jamie had taken her lathered hands and began to wash Ronnie's 
hair for her. 
Following her lead after putting down the bottle, she lathered 
her hands and began to wash Jamie's.
The two women never realized how sexy an act washing each others 
hair simultaneously was as their fingers combed over each other 
scalps and scrubbed their hair. Once Jamie finished she piled 
Ronnie's hair high on her head and stood back to admire the 
coiffure. But Ronnie did the same to her as they smiled 
wordlessly one more time. They took turns rinsing the lather from 
their hair as the water began to cool.
 Still without words, they stepped from the shower and dried each 
other, patting gently each other's breast and pussys. 
They both stepped into the room and dressed saying only little 
complimentary things about each other's clothes as they put them 
on.

"Nice top."

"Pretty underwear."

"Love your shoes."

They soon realized that their lack of words and deep conversation 
was due to two things. Their actions spoke louder than words in 
the shower as they expressed their love, and each word they 
uttered brought them closer to the "goodbye" they didn't want to 
say.

With Jamie's things packed up and put away for the day, Ronnie 
put what little she had brought for her possible overnight in the 
briefcase she brought them in.

"Brunch?" Jamie asked, as they neared the door.

Veronica turned and looked at her. "No, I'll just get a coffee on 
the road."

Their eyes swept over each other, knowing it was likely the last 
time they would see each other. They battled tears back.

"Goddamit, NO CRYING RONNIE." Jamie said, choking back tears.

Ronnie looked at her feet, then the ceiling and then she held out 
her arms and they fell into each other's grasp and began to cry 
heartily.

"God, I love you so much Ronnie. I wish there were two of me."

"Me too. You are so special. Write whenever you can. I love you. 
Have a great time skiing."

Their lips met and they tasted each other's mouths one more time. 
Neither could speak, for the crying they were doing, but mouthed 
"I Love You" to each other, and then Ronnie went out the door.

Jamie walked to the window of the room and looked down to watch 
her off. Veronica got into her car and reached for a Kleenex, 
blowing her nose. She started her car and began to back out of 
the space. She stopped and craned her neck to look up, see Jamie 
and wave bye.
 As quick as two ships pass in the night, their time together in 
this world was over, with a memory that would last forever.














