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Secret Room 3

He rang the doorbell, and Misty answered it. She smiled and invited him in. He came inside, but as he was closing the door, he saw a black limousine pull up in front of his house. He went to the window and looked out, seeing three big men get out. Two of them escorted Cindy up the stairs to the door.
“What is it?” asked Misty, peering out right next to him. “Hey, there’s someone at your house!”
“I know. That’s what I’m looking at.” he told her. “I don’t recognize them. I don’t know anyone who rides around in limousines.”
They watched as a big, fat man got out of the back when the third gorilla opened it for him, then they went up to the door and rang the bell. He rang it several more times, but there was no answer, so the biggest guy smashed it open. All five of them went in.
“I’m going to use your phone, okay?” he said. “On second thought, I’d like you to call the police and report what you just saw, okay?”
Misty nodded, then went to the phone and dialed the station number from the emergency list next to the phone. She told them what she had seen, four big men and a woman breaking into her neighbor’s house, and they told her that they would send someone right over.
She hung up the phone and looked at Mike, smiling.
“Guess what? Mom gave us permission to go all the way, as soon as she gets home from work. She said she wants to be there when we do it, but I’m not sure I can wait that long.”
“Well, the police are going to come here after they check out my house, because this is where the call originated from.” he told her. “We should wait at least until they leave.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” she said. “But I want you as soon as they’re gone. “I’m still horny from sucking it this morning!”
Five minutes later, two cruisers showed up in front of his house. Four cops got out and went up onto the porch. They saw the busted front door and all four got their guns out, taking cover on either side of the door. Two of them went down the steps and disappeared into the back yard, and the other two went into the house a moment later.
Misty snuggled up to him, and he put an arm around her waist. She moved it up to her breast, and he could tell the she wasn’t wearing a bra under her T-shirt.
“Oh, God, I love the feel of your tits.” he said, giving it a little squeeze. “So firm, and they’re just the right size, too.”
“And I love the way it feels when you touch them.” she said, grinding her ass into his crotch.
“Oh, Misty, don’t do that! The cops will be here any minute, and I don’t want to talk to them with a hard on!” Misty giggled, but then she caught her breath as they heard shots being exchanged in his house.
“Oh, shit!” he said, letting her go. He went over to the phone and hit the redial button, then handed the phone to Misty again.
“Hello? My name is Misty Walker, and I live at 2024 Walnut Lane. I just called a few minutes ago and reported a break-in, and now I’m hearing gunfire from there.” She paused a minute. “Yes, sir, four policemen went in, and nobody has come out yet. There were a lot of gunshots, about twenty or so, I think. Maybe you better send some more men over.” She paused again, listening.
“Yes, sir, they’re at 1101 Walnut, about a block from here. There’s two police cars out front, and a limo.” She listened again. “The license plate of the limo is 2943 A M. Ohio, sir. Yes, I’m sure, I can see it clearly from here. It’s a big Cadillac limousine, with black windows. Five people got out of it, four big men, and a woman. They all went into my neighbor’s house, and nobody has come out yet.”
She waited a moment, then turned her head and looked at Mike.
“I’m on hold.” she said. “They’re trying to contact the other officers.”
While they were waiting, three more police cars showed up, and all three had four men in them. They clustered on the lawn for a moment, then spread out around the house. A few minutes later, the S.W.A.T. van showed up, and about twenty officers dressed all in black got out, wearing bulletproof vests and helmets. They went up the steps and swarmed into the house, carrying shotguns and automatic rifles.
“Oh, man, they’re going to screw up my beautiful house!” Mike said. “I bet there’s bullet holes all over the place already!” More police and ambulances were showing up, two fire trucks and another squad of S.W.A.T.
“Oh, Mike, where’s little Pete? I hope he’s not in there!” Misty said, concerned. “No, wait, he’s in school, isn’t he?”
“Yes, but his bus should be coming in about half an hour.” said Mike. “I hope all this is over with by then.”
“What if it isn’t?” Misty asked, worried. “I mean, they wouldn’t let him off the bus into the middle of a firefight, would they?”
“No way.” Mike told her. “The cops wouldn’t even let the bus get onto this street! I’ll probably have to go pick him up at school.”
Another cop car pulled up in front of the Walker’s house. One cop got out and came up the walk, then rang the bell. Misty answered it, with Mike right behind her.
“Hello, officer, please, come in.” Misty said.
“Hello, officer, I’m Mike Ménage.” said Mike, introducing himself. “That’s my house up the street, there.”
“It is!?” said the cop. “I’m Officer Velasquez of the Metro police. Maybe you could tell me how all this mess up the street got started?”
“Well, earlier today, my wife showed up and wanted to come in; no, maybe I should go back a little further than that. My wife left me two months ago, and this morning she came back to get some of her things. A month after she left, I was angry and I gave all her things to Goodwill, and I told her so. She wanted to come in the house, but I refused to let her.” Mike stopped and looked at the officer.
“Is that it? That’s your story?” he asked. “That doesn’t explain anything!” he said.
“No, I’m not done.” Mike told him. “I just thought I’d stop so you could ask any questions you might have.”
“Okay, why wouldn’t you let her in?” he asked.
“Because, it’s not her house.” Mike answered. “It was mine before we married, and there’s a prenup that states all prior property belongs to the original party and does not become marital property.” he explained. “I didn’t want to continue our marriage, and the best way, I felt, would be a clean break.”
“Okay, go on.” said the cop. “Tell me the rest.”
“About an hour later, she came back with two men in police uniform, but they refused to show me their ID, so I refused to let them into my home. They pushed their way inside, and forced me into my basement at gunpoint.
“They were searching for a hidden room down there; apparently my wife had told them about one.”
“Is there one?” asked the cop.
“As a matter of fact, there is.” Mike told him. “My father built a safe room years ago, back in the fifties, as a bomb shelter. The men threatened my wife with the guns until I showed it to them.
“They were so eager to see it, one of them let his attention slip, and Cindy grabbed his gun and shot them both. I then came over here to collect my thoughts before reporting it, but then the limo showed up, so I had Misty call the police. That’s when we heard all the gunshots, so she called them again. Can you tell me if everyone is okay in there?”
“Well, everyone is not okay.” said Officer Velasquez. “I’m afraid that in addition to the two men that your wife shot, there are three officers dead, plus the four men you saw entering your house, and your wife Cindy is in critical condition, and not expected to last the night. She was shot twice in the belly, cut up pretty badly, and there are… pieces missing.”
“Oh, my God, oh my God.” Mike moaned. “What did they do to her?”
“It looks like she was tortured for information” said Velasquez. “Her fingernails were pulled, and they used a knife to cut her up. She’s lost a lot of blood, and even if she pulls through, she isn’t… whole anymore.”
“W-what do you mean?” Mike asked, paling. “Not whole?” Velasquez looked at Misty uneasily, not wanting to say more in front of a child.
“Could we speak alone?” he asked. “It’s sort of gruesome.”
“Sure.” Misty said. “I’ll just go up to my room and let you two alone.” When she had gone, officer Velasquez cleared his throat, unsure how to tell this man that his wife had been mutilated.
“Uh, well, sir, they cut off both her nipples, and marked up her face.” he said. “They took her nose off, and both her ears. The tendons in her left knee have all been cut, as well as her Achilles’ tendon in her right heel. She be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life, assuming she lives.”
Mike looked distressed, shaking his head with tears brimming.
“None of that is life-threatening.” he said. “I mean, it’s serious, but people have lived through worse.”
“True, but she was also shot twice in the stomach at close range.” Velasquez told him.
“Can I see her?” Mike asked. “Which hospital has she been taken to?”
“She’s en route to St. Mary’s.” said Velasquez. “However, there’s some questions I have for you first.”
“Okay, but let’s get it over with as quickly as possible. I want to be with my wife. She may have left me, but I never wished anything like this on her.” Mike said, the tears now spilling down his face.
“Have you ever heard of Sal Mineo?” he asked Mike, studying his face carefully. “Tell me the truth!”
“Sure, I have.” said Mike. “Who hasn’t? He’s the local crime lord.”
“Have you ever had any dealings with him?”
“Hell, no.” said Mike. “Once you get tangled up with people like that… Wait a minute! Are you saying that it was Mineo’s people in my house?” Mike said in an anguished voice. “Those gangsters did this to my Cindy?”
Velasquez nodded. “Any idea what the info they tortured her for was?” Mike shook his head, getting an angry look on his face.
“No clue.” he said. “Look, Officer, I probably shouldn’t say this, but if you people don’t shut Mineo down, I’m going to.”
“Hey, Mr. Ménage, don’t say things like that! You have no idea what these men are like. Besides, you don’t need to. Mineo himself was one of the men killed in your house today.”
“Good.” said Mike grimly. “Saves me a lot of trouble.”
“Trouble like that you don’t need.” Velasquez nodded. “You got plenty of that already, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Sure do.” Mike said. “I got a shot-up house, and a cut-up wife. Excuse me, Officer, but I’m going to the hospital to see her.”
“I’ll drive you there, okay? I’m afraid your car has been impounded as part of the crime scene.”
“No, because if it’s true that Mineo is involved, I think it might be safer for me if I’m not seen associating with the police. You may have gotten him, but he’s got a lot of people still out there, right? Somebody is bound to take over the organization.” Velasquez looked at him askance.
“Are you sure you haven’t had any dealings with them? You sure know a lot about how they think.”
“Hey, I watch the Soprano’s.” he said. “Are these guys any different?”
Velasquez chuckled. “No, I guess not.” he said. “Okay, we’ll want you to come downtown to make a formal statement, but from what you told me, you’ll be okay. “It’s well known that Mineo had an obsession for hidden rooms. The fact that you had one tells us why he showed up at your house personally.”
“Okay, but I have a question of my own.” Mike said. “How did Cindy get involved with Mineo in the first place?” Velasquez looked uncomfortable, looking at the floor.
“Well, it seems she was a prostitute for him.” he said. “About six weeks ago, she was caught up in a sting we did on one of his motels.”
“Oh, God, I never should have let her go.” Mike said, new tears forming.
“Uh, don’t get too worked up. She’s had two separate charges in the last six years.” Velasquez told him. “This wasn’t a one-time thing for her, I’m afraid. She’s been doing this for a while.”
“Oh shit, oh, my God.” Mike moaned. “She was out hooking?” Mike looked shocked, and sat down in a chair, holding his head in his hands. “I’d like to be alone, please.” he said. “This is all such a shock!”
“Sure, but are you staying here for the now? You can’t go home, I’m afraid. It’s cordoned off as a crime scene, and will be until Forensics is finished doing their thing. A few days, at most, probably. We’ll be in touch, so don’t leave town.”
“No, no, I won’t go anywhere.” he said. “You have my complete cooperation.” he told them.
“Okay, Mr. Ménage, we’ll be in touch.” Officer Velasquez left.

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Fantasy

The Chalkline

The Chalk Line
a story
by
LePhantom
© 1997
They had met online, in a chat room. He had been attracted by her quiet manner and sent her a rose as an introduction. They instantly formed a bond. Their casual flirting led to deeper discussions of movies and favorite scents, erotic things, sensuality… It blossomed, the next day they found themselves searching, finding each other every time they signed on…
They talked of lives and loves, of things funny and sad… They shared a kiss… tender and gentle, deepening quickly to an almost unmanageable passion… Neither were completely new… neither were completely experienced… Their passions deepened…. they exchanged words of love… both knowing that a meeting in the real world could never happen… both knowing that this was not the first time they had met.
Each time they met, it started the same way… a casual conversation, a sweet word, a gentle affirmation… Then without warning, a single spark flared in one or the other… The touches became real… felt as strongly as if they had been together… Their passions grew with each meeting… Their knowledge of each others likes and dislikes became deeper than any real life lover… They talked and wrote… exchanging stories of erotic days and nights… no fantasy was to small or menial… Finally, they could hold back no longer… with shaking hands he typed his phone number into the computer… “When?” she typed back. “Now” he replied and she disappeared from his screen… Panic set in… had he insulted her? The phone rang, exploding in the quiet… “Hello,” he whispered, afraid to find it wasn’t her. Laughter tinkled softly across the lines and he recognized her… she sounded exactly as she typed… They talked slowly, each learning about the other, each wanting to continue… neither wanting to move. Their voices became soft, barely a whisper… both knew they were only a word away… They met back online… unable to continue without crossing the bounds… they talked of it… each knowing that the next time… it would happen.
They made love many times over the next few months, sometimes online sometimes on the phone… never knowing exactly when it would happen… a word… a sigh… sometime openly stated… sometimes cloaked in vague innuendo… the times together became more and more intense… he teased her about mailing him photographs of her… it became a game of wills each trying to guide the other into a corner. they had exchanged pictures, he knew what she looked like but he didn’t know what she “looked” like underneath all the clothing, he knew her lingerie well enough to have favorite pieces. He knew the colors and the designs. He could picture in his mind the way her fingers looked as they caressed her nipples or gently slipped inside the elastic of her bikini panties. Still he could only imagine.
One day, she called him… excitement ringing in her laughter… words pouring out… quick and staccato… like verbal IM’s.. She was coming to his city… “Could we meet.” she asked, “After all, we are friends as well as lovers.” “We should be able to meet… to speak face to face just one time…” to actually watch each others eyes move… No sex, they agreed, They were just going to look at each other, talk to each other once, in person, so that they could say they had done so.
He went to the registration desk at the hotel and asked for the envelope waiting for him, in it was the key card to her room. His powers of concentration were nonexistent.. His mind wandered ahead of him… to the room upstairs… he felt the same familiar stirring that he got every time he signed on and saw her name… He tried to concentrate on the events as they unfolded… not on what lay ahead… This was just a casual meeting between friends… no sex… no kisses…
The elevator crept upwards gaining slowly on her floor… A short walk down the hall… the key card slipped into the slot, and the door swung slowly open… He caught the first faint smells of vanilla… and he knew…
She was sitting on the bed, her arms outstretched behind her, her palms flat on the bed supporting her and revealing the curve of her breasts. Her legs were crossed, the deep purple dress pulled up enough to afford him a long look at her stocking’d legs, ending in high spiked purple heels. A powdery chalk line was drawn down the length of the room, splitting it in half and separating her from him. There was a chair on his side, facing the bed and next to it a night stand and phone. Another phone rested on the bed beside her next to a small cardboard box. This was not at all what he expected. She silently picked up the phone… her fingers flew quickly over the buttons and instantly the phone beside his chair jangled into life.
He jumped when his extension rang; and she laughed the way he had heard her laugh so many times before… he felt the same stirrings he felt every time his phone rang, every time she signed on, every time her read her letters… He snatched the receiver from it’s cradle, his mouth dry, voice shaky with anticipation.
Hello you, she smilingly breathed into the phone. Hello back, he replied, thinking god this is wonderful, she looks, she sounds, she smells just like I had pictured that would in real life. He understood fully that the line was more than a chalk line, it was the “Line He Could Not Cross”. The sound had been turned off on his receiver, so the voice was coming from her, not it. But she continued to talk into the receiver, just like she had so many times before with him, toying with the phone cord, wrapping it around her fingers and kind of stroking it across her breasts while staring intently at him.
“I’m wearing a black silk dress, no bra, a black garter belt, natural stockings, and black strappy heels.” “No panties… today,” she added as an afterthought. And she slowly uncrossed her legs allowing a fleeting glimpse, her skirt slid a little higher. “I’ll bet if you could see me, you’d enjoy the view,” she whispered.
It was, as if his imagination had blossomed fully, the things he had only thought he saw for the past months were before his eyes. The familiar hardening coursed through him as he slid the zipper down. “I am soo hard,” he whispered.” and I can feel your fingers on me.” His fingers wrapped around his stiffness directed by her desires. “Touch me.” she whispered back. “”Let me feel your hands on me.”
Slowly his hand moved over his stiffness, as he knew hers would. “Oh god,” he thought, “I could cum right now if I let myself.” He loved bringing her to orgasm before they finally came together in a frenzy of moans.. “Slip your dress off, he whispered, and she placed the telephone on the bed as she stood, slipping the straps down over her shoulders and letting the soft black silk slide to the floor. “It’s off,” she breathed softly into the telephone, as she leaned back against the headboard. With two soft clunks, her shoes fell to the floor, “and my shoes are off too.”
Her black lingerie contrasted against her creamy skin. Her soft red hair framed her face as he had imagined it would. A soft mound of red sprouted from the ‘V’ of her legs. Her hands began to slowly explore her body, in perfect imitation of his thoughts, down over her breasts, stopping only to gently squeeze her nipples, as she knew he would Sighing, her eyes closed, her shoulders went back thrusting her upward. He could tell that she was both aware of his presence and oblivious to it. His hands moved slowly over his cock as he slipped his pants down over his legs. Her head turned towards him, her lips parted, tongue moistening them in preparation for what was to come… “Can you feel my fingers touching you,” he whispered? “Yess,” she moaned softly into the receiver. “I can.” Her hand slid down over her stomach towards the soft mound of hair, exploring as it went, in the same way she knew that he would explore her.
“Would you like me to take my stockings off,” she whispered into the phone, knowing exactly how much that excited him. She quickly unfastened the garter, sliding the soft stockings down over her legs, slowly, agonizingly, then tossing them casually on the floor. His hand moved slowly over his hardness… in perfect imitation of the way she would. Her head turned towards him and their eyes met as her fingers gently parted the soft folds in search of the tiny button that would release her passions. “Touch me,” she whispered, “I want to feel your hands on me.” “Touch me, while I touch you.” He slide down slowly in the chair, his hand gliding smoothly over his stiffening cock as her fingers delicately entered her wetness.
Her legs opened as if to accept him, “I want to feel your tongue on me,” she moaned. His hand moved faster on his cock.. Her fingers moved in tiny circles over her clitoris her left hand pressed against the soft mound as her right hand slipped deeply inside… her back arched. “I’m taking you into my mouth,” she whispered, the phone long abandoned on the bed, “can you feel it?” “Yesssss.” he groaned…
Her fingers moved inside her, probing, exploring, searching in perfect imitation of him… In and out, moving quickly then slowly then quickly again. His stroking matched her movements. Her left hand moved to her breasts, clutching at them, squeezing, kneading… gently rolling the nipples between her fingers… tugging at them. Her legs strained to open wider, to allow him entrance to her, her hips thrust up against him, rolling from one shoulder to the other as she squirmed under him… her moans increased, no longer able to stifle them, his stroking became faster, more intense, his body stiffened in anticipation of the coming onslaught.
Her eyes clenched tightly together, her teeth bit down on her lip in a vain attempt to quiet the building cries, her head turned again towards him, her eyes opening, her gaze fixed on his stiffened cock, her tongue passed over her lips as if to taste it. The sight of his stroking intensified her passion…, her breaths came in gasps… “Yesssss,” she whispered hoarsely and he knew she enjoyed watching as much as being watched.
Her fingers moved furiously against her swollen clitoris as his hand stroked his stiffened cock… Her hand alternately caressed and kneaded her breasts, her body twisted and turned on the bed… her eyes moved from his cock to his face… locking for an instant with his… her hips heaved upwards to meet him and her beautiful thighs quivered in anticipation of the building orgasm… Harder and faster her hands moved, in perfect rhythm with his… Deep in her throat, a tiny whimper of ecstasy began to build.
Their eyes locked together as his cock began to throb, faster and faster they moved, her whimper building in spite of her vain attempts to hold it in… closer and closer they moved towards the edge… together… in perfect harmony… The contractions began to ripple through her stomach, like the ripples in a lake, his back arched as the fluid poured through him. Together, their moans became screams of passion, each drowning out the other.
Together they writhed in ecstasy pouring the juices of love out, mixing them, blending them as they hand for weeks on the phone… again and again, she contracted as each aftershock passed through her… her moans became a song blending with his in a duet of passion and love…. exploding with flashes of light through their bodies.
Over and over, the spasms coursed through them until they sagged, spent, eyes still watching each other, smiles playing across their lips… “So”, she whispered, “do you still want to honor that line?”
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Fantasy

An Unexpected Pleasure Ch 3

With a supreme pizza in her hand, and her favorite movie; “Journey to the Center of the Earth,” she headed towards Deana’s, more nervous than a school girl on her first date.
Deana thought that Friday would never get there; the days went by slower than molasses on a stack of pancakes. Each night, she ravished her naked body with visions of sexual delights with Sue. Ever since she met her, Deana thought she was one hot baby, even for a preacher’s wife.
Finally the day of unexpected pleasure arrived. She showered, and pampered every nook and cranny. Once she died off and took care of her hair, she headed for the boudoir.
She dropped the towel and ogled her full figured body in the full length next to the bed. Long auburn hair cascaded across her shoulders down to her full bosom. Her green eyes sparkled, and her cute button nose sat atop luscious lips the color of a rose. As her gaze went downward, her narrow waist led way to broad hips and a nicely trimmed pussy. Her petite body oozed with desire.
“Wow doll, if I don’t mind saying so, I am still one hot, sexy package.”
She walked over to the armoire and couldn’t decide what to wear, should she wear her sexy hot pink pajama set, or casual sweats. After all she did not want to scare Sue off, at least before she had the chance to see if she was still bisexual. She hoped Sue did not hide behind her church values; they are so prudent when it comes to the details of sex. In her eyes sex was supposed to be exciting, and fun, and private.
She decided to wear shorts and a t-shirt, minus the bra, adding a sheer lacy pair of panties. Deana doubles checked herself in the mirror then headed toward the kitchen.
She didn’t have much to do, just set out the ice bucket, and glasses for the soda she’d bought. She had almost bought some wine, but didn’t know if Sue approved. Once done she headed into the den to make sure the VCR was still set to play the sexy video.
“Ooooh its going to be a hot time in this house tonight, I hope.”
The doorbell startled her, she turned to answer it, hoping she didn’t appear too excited.
She opened the door, giggled and spoke. “Hello Sue, are you ready for a night of fun, minus church women.”
Sue laughed and answered. “Girl you must have been reading my mind, those women are vultures at time.”
Deana showed her to the kitchen, and told her they could set the pizza on the table in the den. That way, there’d be no plates to wash. They gathered up things for their meal and walked into the den.
Sue set the pizza down and showed Deana the movie, wondering if she would like it.
Deana blushed, and blurted out. “Oh that movie is one of my favorites. I have a video too, but don’t know if you’ll like it?”
They each grabbed some pizza, giggling like teens at a slumber party.
Sue laid her pizza down and took a sip of Pepsi. “Well Deana we do have all night to eat, gossip and watch movies.”
Deana, almost choked on her bite, but managed to keep calm and asked. “Sounds fun, which one would you like to see first?”
Deana carefully watched Sue’s face, and felt her fluids soak her panties. As she silently prayed, “Oh please, pretty please, let her like it. I need some her hot, sex, body.”
Sue replied, “How about yours first, what’s the name?”
Deana trembled, gulped and said, “It’s a surprise. Take a look and see if you like it. If you don’t we can watch yours.
They proceeded to eat for a moment or two. Deana then put her pizza down and pressed the play button. Watching Sue closely and holding her breath.
Sue sat there watching for a few moments. While under her breath she uttered, “Oh my god, if Deana only knew what this is doing to me.” Tears formed in her eyes, and she shook; should she, could she, would she be the question.
Deana took a sip of her drink and just watched Sue for the time being. As the movie progressed she saw her arousal on Sue’s face, and the tremble of her body. She also notices her teary eyes. She wanted to put her arm around her and apologize.
Before she could Sue spoke. “Why you little sneak! I don’t know what to do, it’s not that I don’t like it, mind you, it’s whether I should do anything. After all Bradley and the church would have a coronary.
Deana put her arm around Sue and chose her words carefully. “Forget them for now; this is just between you and me. I’m not judging or trying to convince you to do anything you do not want to. No matter what you decided, let’s just have some fun tonight.”
“Sex should be a beautiful experience; it only gets uglier when tinged with guilt and judgmental hypocrites. Sexuality is a preference, like everything else; it gives us pleasure, comfort, understanding, and happiness. You then share it with your heart and body with your partner or playmate.”
All Sue could do was hold onto Deana, like she was drowning in a pool. There was so much turmoil inside her at that moment, she couldn’t think. However the movie was still playing, and the women in the scene were stripping each other and kissing the exposed bit of flesh as they went. It was so hot! She could not resist.
“Deana, you stirred feeling that I have never forgotten. I still fantasize about sex with another woman. I just cannot do it, or couldn’t until now. You are my best friend honey, and I might add, a very attractive sexy woman. If I decide to play, no one could know what happens tonight, and I mean no one, not even Bradley.”
Deana almost passed out, did she hear right, the preacher’s wife, was going to have some unexpected pleasure. Her whole body went into overdrive; she had not been this aroused in a long time.
“So Sue, what do you want to do, watch the movie, or go to the bedroom?”
Sue’s whole body trembled, her nipples were so hard she thought they’d burst if touched, and her clit screamed, “Bedroom!” She didn’t want to appear eager, so she smiled kissed Deana softly on the lips and shrugged her shoulders.
That’s it, time to make her move. She turned off the TV, stood up, and reached for Sue’s hand. “Let’s go play.”
Deana guided her toward the bedroom. With each step they took they both trembled with anticipation.
They sat on the bed, and it was then that Sue noticed that Deana’s complexion glowed, her green eyes alive with lust.
Deana pulled Sue into her arms and whispered, “Oh honey, I need you. Don’t worry, everything will be alright.
She started, by kissing Sue, and making sure she was comfortable to go on. When she assured her she was, Deana slowly stripped her, ogling, and worshiping every inch of her body. Her full taunt breasts with erect nipples, they were not as big as Deana’s but a handful. She couldn’t wait to suck them into her mouth.
When she was completely naked Sue stopped her, “My turn baby, I love your red hair and emerald green eyes, they sparkle with delight.”
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind Sue heard a voice telling her to stop. However she ignored it, and gave into her desires. She loved sex with her husband, but should that stop her from enjoying it with a woman?……NO!
She stripped Deana, kissing, licking, and nibbling as she went. Their friendship had turned into a burning desire that neither of them could harness…..at least not tonight.
As their eyes met, Deana wondered if Sue desired her, did her eyes reflect her wanting? Did she sense how she felt?
Would Sue’s morals as a preacher’s wife stop her from just having fun?
Deana’s pulse was racing ninety miles an hour. She wanted to embrace her passionately, letting her fingers caress Sue’s sensual body, and kiss her lips, and explore her mouth with her tongue.
Sue looked at Deana’s body her velvety skin, so much like hers. She wanted to reach out, and touch her, do the things the church prohibited. She paused, and grinned nervously.
“What’s wrong Sue?”
“I’m not sure if I can do this; my mind says it’s wrong, and my body said go for it baby!”
Deana pulled Sue close, “Honey you think too much. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, no strings, no judgments. . . . . . just sex between two women.
She held onto Deana like her life depended on it, and trembled. Oooh she wanted this, it was like breathing, she needed it. She took the first step.
Deana lay back on the bed, and Sue cuddled up close to her. She touched Deana’s cheek and gazed lovingly into her eyes, and kissed her lips softly. “Oh honey, you taste as sweet as fine wine! I don’t think I could stop myself now if I wanted to.”
Deana returned the kiss with all the pent up passion she had. God, it felt good to be in someone’s arms again. As their kisses, and caressed, the fires of desire went from a small spark to a raging inferno. She was surprised how bold Sue was becoming.
Sue kissed Deana’s eyelids, cheeks, chin, breasts, and naval moving downward. Her butterfly kisses were becoming more passionate, more willing, she was no longer hesitant.
Deana surrendered herself completely. Her arousal was climbing like a freight train out of control. They kissed again, and she sucked Sue’s tongue, and elicited a soft moan of pleasure.
Sue resumed tantalizing Deana’s skin. She sucked in her right erect nipple, causing Deana to gasp and tremble with anticipation.
“Ooooh fuck, I love what you are doing to me Sue. Eat my pussy honey.”
Sue just nodded her head, winked and purred, “In due time baby, I want to savor every inch of you. It’s been so long, since I had this unexpected pleasure.
The slow, tedious movements were driving Deana wild. She put her hands through Sue’s hair trying to direct her down to her steaming snatch.
Sue’s mind had a million thoughts running through it; “What would Bradley think, or those church biddies? Why should I care, this is fun, and not hurting anyone. She couldn’t believe she was making love to a woman. She loved it, and wanted more, than just this one night.
She shook the thoughts from her mind, parted Deana’s labia and teased it with her fingers, lips, and tongue. She whimpered softly, as she ran her own fingers between her legs feeling her own fluids running down her thighs. She slowly started to masturbate and Deana stopped her.
“Oh no self pleasures here baby, let’s sixty-nine. I want to taste, tease, and please you as you do me.”
The moved and began eating each other. Knowing a woman’s tongue was more skillful than any man’s: more enduring, more determined, and more at ease.
When Deana’s tongue found Sues, small, throbbing, hard, clit, she gasped, and did the same thing to her.
It wasn’t long until they both climaxed. They stay there locked in that position for a few moments. Then they both moved and held each other close, basking in the afterglow.
Moment’s passed, and Sue spoke. “I didn’t really realize how much I missed the touch of a woman until tonight.”
“I take it you liked it Sue? No regrets?”
“None, and even if we have to meet secretively, I want to do this again.”
“Oh we will do this again. I have an idea.”
“Oooh tell me, I’m open to suggestions.”
“Okay, well how’s about next time we meet, we dress the part; miniskirts, see through blouses with lacy bras.”
“Sounds fun, but I doubt Bradley will let me go out in public like that.”
‘You can hide the clothing in your overnight bad…. the fun is just beginning.”
“So when do we meet again?”

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