Hey guys how is everyone doing today. Hope everyone is doing well. Well lets see here I just got out of the shower and It is so nice outside today. Right know I have all the windows open and i’m just loving it…hehehe. Not quight sure what I am going to do today but I do know it is going to involve me being outside…hehehe. Well I dont know what else to tell you so i’m going to go ahead and get off here…Luv Ya’z…Becky
I'll tell you a bedtime story guys ;)
Make You Feel Better
The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on
half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of
the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the
high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more
intense. Chase glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final
word of instruction to the young man standing before her.
"All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work
everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running
until the start of the exhibition."
It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when
the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Chase
taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive
college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a
professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a
few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty
after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.
She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the
room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely
appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them - nor even
anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the
spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified
from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise
that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this
way. Chase hadn't had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the
school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used
for.
Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double
duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the
edge of the loft. Chase felt her chest tighten with excitement. It
was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The
blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an
unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5'4", she had a petite
frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Chase felt her
thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.
"I'm Jaimee," she introduced herself simply once Chase found the
stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French
manicure. Chase was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they
shook hands.
"Chase," she reciprocated. "I teach the upper-level fine arts
courses here."
"I know," Jaimee smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. "I
watch you a lot."
Chase tried to mask her expression, but Jaimee saw through the
attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.
"I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When
the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at
the chance to get one of them. I just love art," she explained.
Chase was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but
Jaimee had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own
long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jaimee a
warm smile. "So what is it that you do here?" she asked. "I've been
meaning to come take a look up here, but I'm always too busy."
"I work in alumni relations," Jaimee said, then gave Chase a short
description of what that entailed. "Mostly, my day is spent on the
phone or talking with people," she concluded.
"I've only seen you in passing a couple of times before today,"
Chase noted.
Jaimee nodded. "I host a number of events as part of the job, so
I'm often out of the office or traveling."
"That must be tough on your husband, if you're married," Chase
ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a
wedding band. Something about Jaimee excited her very deeply, but she
guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be
bisexual or a lesbian.
"No, I'm not married," Jaimee said wistfully.
"Boyfriend?"
A sour expression crossed Jaimee's face. "If you can call him
that, I guess." It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Chase
left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.
"Say, those are great glasses!"
Jaimee smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being
off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of
talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.
**********
Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta,
and copious amounts of giggling, Chase was lying in her bed. Or
perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She
was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking
like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present,
and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the
evening. Soon Chase could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices
slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.
Chase was not the prototypical lesbian - not by a long shot.
Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for
makeup, she would never have been called a "dyke" by anyone. But she
hadn't been with a man since her first year of college, and didn't
have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and
passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she
enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of
another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already
moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jaimee's pussy
must taste and smell like.
Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much
opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Chase hadn't been with a
woman in several months - since before leaving France, in fact.
Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some
lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and
vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to
herself, is that she didn't have to hide away her toys from prying
eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the
second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.
Chase withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick
cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low
speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander.
Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jaimee filled her mind.
Chase felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined
in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match
her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to
climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.
That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining
kissing Jaimee's soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough
to bring Chase to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the
vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo
against her oozing gash. She didn't try to fuck herself right away;
instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo,
letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate
its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy
was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.
That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long,
steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of
herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then
plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the
vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her
clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more
as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jaimee's clenching
pussy.
**********
Over the course of the next couple weeks, Chase and Jaimee saw
each other occasionally. As she had described, Jaimee was often out
of the office, and as a professor Chase spent as much time out of the
classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they
found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends
and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.
Chase learned gradually that Jaimee's boyfriend of the past year,
Mitch, left a lot to be desired. It wasn't that he was abusive, or
anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern
of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her
to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite
blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn't that Jaimee
was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well
put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and
slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches
inevitably left Chase heated and masturbating both in the women's room
during the day, and in her bedroom at night.
But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely
frustrating for Chase. As their friendship deepened, it became more
difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were
no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Chase found herself
staring constantly at Jaimee's firm 32B breasts, especially on those
days when Jaimee wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a
loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really
felt like she had been "caught", but Jaimee never said anything about
it.
One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish
restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Chase had
noticed that Jaimee was dressed a little sexier than normal, and
wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on
appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the
fruity liquor, Chase couldn't keep herself from making a comment.
"Jaimee, you look great tonight," she said lightly. "What's the
occasion?"
Jaimee scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter
over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled,
she finally responded.
"I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But
right before I ran into you he called and cancelled - said there was a
game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this
shit all the fucking time!"
Chase was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed
almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jaimee realized she had stunned
her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times
in a single sentence, in front of Chase.
Chase struggled to find something to say. From what she had come
to believe, this was vintage Mitch, and she felt that the guy was a
real jerk who didn't deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she
was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really
attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?
Luckily Jaimee solved the problem for her by calling for the
check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had
convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a
couple large to-go cups. "Let's get out of here," Jaimee said, taking
Chase's arm.
"Where do you want to go?" Chase asked. Not that it really
mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to
spend more time with the object of her desires.
"Isn't your place just around the corner?" Jaimee asked gaily.
"We can play cards or something."
That settled, the two blondes left the restaurant arm in arm and
headed out along the moderately trafficked Main Street. Chase had
rented a medium-sized apartment right in town when she had arrived at
the college earlier that fall. It was convenient to shopping, dining,
and the small four-screen cinema downtown. This evening she was very
glad to have chosen such a convenient location. Jaimee surprised her
once again as they passed the corner store by her apartment though.
"Hang on for a second - I want to get some cigarettes," she said
and dashed inside.
She returned in a minute with a pack of Marlboro Lights 100's and
matches. Stripping the wrapping from the box, she pulled out an
all-white cigarette and put it between her lips, then lit it with a
match. Chase was amazed and it showed on her face.
"I didn't know you smoked," she said incredulously.
Jaimee grinned and exhaled a stream of smoke. "I only do it when
I've been drinking and in certain moods," she admitted. She took
another deep drag and pulled Chase along before any further questions
could be asked.
*********
Upon arriving in the apartment, Jaimee cooed with delight at the
canvases that covered the walls. Most were unframed and had a raw,
powerful energy to them. She examined each closely, not realizing
that Chase was standing right behind her until she backed up into her.
Chase felt her cunt lurch when Jaimee's back pressed against her
breasts. Jaimee stepped only slightly forward and looked over her
shoulder into Chase's eyes. "Did you do all of these?" she asked
breathlessly.
"Most of them," Chase nodded. "You like?"
Jaimee's eyes were glowing. "They're incredible. You're a
wonderful artist!" They talked about the paintings for a few minutes,
and then Jaimee asked where the bathroom was.
"Down that hallway, across from my bedroom," Chase pointed. She
headed into the kitchen to get real glasses for the sangria while
Jaimee went to the restroom. A couple of minutes later a surprised
burst of laughter startled her. Jaimee was standing in the doorway of
the bathroom, looking through her open bedroom door.
"I see why you don't need a boyfriend," she teased nervously,
reaching into her purse and taking out another cigarette.
Chase was aghast, and felt the blood drain from her face as her
angelic friend mirthfully lit up. Dreading what she knew she would
find, she walked to the doorway and looked in - and there it was, her
biggest dildo sitting atop the second set of pillows. She hadn't been
expecting company and hadn't bothered to hide it after an interlude
the night before.
Suddenly Jaimee realized how stricken and embarrassed her friend
was. "Hey, don't worry about it," she said touching Chase's shoulder.
"Hell, I wish I were so lucky to have toys like that. Mitch won't let
me."
Something snapped in Chase at that moment. She no longer cared
about the risks of rejection. She was so desperately attracted to
Jaimee that nothing was going to be able to stop her from acting.
"Well, that's one reason I don't have boyfriends," Chase said
softly. She sidled closer as Jaimee took a long puff from her
cigarette. "And to be blunt, your boyfriend sounds like he doesn't
deserve you. You should be treated better."
A pink flush began traveling up Jaimee's neck and cheeks. She
found herself looking intently at Chase's ample 38D breasts advancing
towards her.
"I have to tell you," Chase warned in a husky voice, "Looking at
my tits like that is going to cause an intense reaction."
Jaimee looked up, blowing out a stream of smoke. "Umm...you,
well...you've looked at my chest...I think...maybe once or twice..."
That was as far as she got before Chase's lips were upon hers,
gentle but insistent, probing. A moan escaped unbidden as she opened
her smoky mouth and let Chase's tongue penetrate to flick against her
own in a wet duel. Jaimee felt Chase's hand slide up to cup one of
her breasts and found her body responding, pushing forward to increase
the amount of contact.
"Oh God," she whispered. "I've never done this before...been
with a woman."
"You wanted it, though," Chase insisted.
Jaimee nodded, kissing Chase again. "I did...I didn't realize
it, but that's exactly right...I think I sensed that you..."
Chase hushed her, kissing her firmly and exploring her delicious
mouth with an agile pink tongue. "I'm going to show you pleasure in
ways your boyfriend couldn't dream of," she promised. She led Jaimee
into the bedroom and began unbuttoning her blouse.
Jaimee wore a navy blouse and a cream colored skirt, with flesh
colored lace bra and panties. It was a subtle but sexy ensemble that
was soon revealed as Chase pulled away the blouse and skirt. She
cupped one of Jaimee's pert tits in her hand and lifted it, kissing
the smooth flesh to the accompanying moans of her inexperienced
friend.
Jaimee was like putty in her hands. She was in sensory overload
as her mind tried to process all that was occurring. When Chase
hooked two fingers in her panties, she obligingly rocked her hips and
lifted her feet to enable the underwear to fall away, revealing a
closely trimmed blonde bush. The sight was incredible, exactly as
Chase had imagined it. She moved a finger down to tease a droplet of
wetness from between the slightly dangling lips, then brought it to
her mouth and enjoyed the flavor.
"Mmm," she moaned huskily. "You taste just like I've been hoping
you would." Noticing Jaimee starting to bounce a little on her feet,
Chase realized that her new blonde lover was a bit impatient. She
moved her hand back down between Jaimee's legs and found her to be
quite wet. Casually, she rubbed a finger lightly up and down through
the moist slit for several seconds as they kissed again. Then she
pushed Jaimee toward the bed.
Her voice a little shaky, Jaimee motioned with her half-gone
cigarette. "Do you have someplace I could put this out?" she
inquired.
"Don't worry about it - it's kind of sexy. You can smoke while I
eat," Chase replied, pressing Jaimee onto the sheets of the bed so
that she was resting with her legs spread widely. Chase knelt before
her nearly naked friend, still fully dressed herself. "Pull the cups
off your tits," she commanded softly. Jaimee instantly complied,
revealing disproportionately large areolas and nipples the color of
pink grapefruit. Chase lowered her face into Jaimee's oozing sex.
This close up, the scent was intoxicating. She paused to simply
breathe it in, enjoying the familiarity of aroused female musk, and
the subtle differences that made this pussy foreign to all others she
had known. She could smell different flavors of it as her face moved
slowly closer to the source. Slowly it grew richer and more intense
until her lips were resting in the slick crease and her nose was
tickling the clit. Jaimee arched, trying to increase the gradually
building pressure against her mound.
"Come on Chase, lick me," she begged. She took a drag from her
cigarette and exhaled hard. "I want to know what it feels like to
have a woman do it."
As much as she wanted to wait, make Jaimee beg for it until
desperate, Chase couldn't restrain herself. Not after those hard
weeks of hiding her feelings. She simply pressed her tongue into the
depths of the steaming slit and tasted the sweet honey within. Then
in a single long stroke she licked from the base of Jaimee's gash up
to her clit. From the head of the bed came a loud moan, muffled by
the soft legs pressed against Chase's ears.
For the next few minutes Chase settled into a straightforward
routine. She would lick and kiss Jaimee's erect little clit until her
body rocked from side to side in vast waves of pleasure. Then she
would slip lower, until she felt the folds of the soft vaginal skin
spread to engulf her tongue and let the warm cunt-syrup collect in her
mouth before swallowing. Soon Jaimee was in complete rapture.
When Chase pulled away for a moment, Jaimee's disappointment was
instantly obvious. Chase simply smiled mysteriously and asked for the
big dildo on the pillow.
"Oh God," Jaimee whispered as a fresh trickle of wetness escaped
from within her. "I need something so badly...but it's so big. It's
much bigger than Mitch's cock. In fact, it's bigger than anything
I've ever had inside me..." Nevertheless, she grasped the heavy dong
in one hand that failed to close around it, and slowly handed it to
Chase.
Chase smiled. "Close your eyes baby," she whispered soothingly.
"I can make you feel better than he can." It was the opportunity that
she had awaited since the moment she first saw Jaimee - a chance to
introduce her to the pleasures of the gentler sex, and to show her why
someone like Mitch who didn't appreciate her properly did not deserve
her.
She wiped the thick black dildo through Jaimee's dripping gash
several times until it was well and completely lubricated. Then, once
again affixing her mouth to that delicious rosebud clit, she began
working it into Jaimee's depths with short, firm strokes. The head
slipped in surprisingly easily, since it was actually the thickest
part of the dildo. However, at about an inch in, Chase encountered
some resistance.
From that point on, every stroke of the dildo was a struggle
against the natural tightness of Jaimee's tunnel. With each thrust, a
bit more of it disappeared into the blonde thatched pussy as the skin
stretched to accommodate the immense girth. Within seconds of
starting, Jaimee began riding one gigantic wave of constant climax.
She had never been so thoroughly and completely filled in her life,
and the experience was incredibly intense for her. Her cries filled
the room as she begged Chase not to stop, never to stop...
Finally Chase came up to lie next to the exhausted, lithe blonde
whose darkest nether regions she had so skillfully probed. Most of
Jaimee's makeup had sweated off from the pleasure she had received,
but to Chase she looked incredible beautiful. They kissed gently for
several minutes and Chase enjoyed the feeling of Jaimee sucking her
own essence from her tongue and lips.
"I want to do you now," Jaimee said. "I don't know what to do,
exactly, but I want to try." So saying, she put her hands on Chase's
shoulders and pushed her flat onto her back. The position caused
Chase's large breasts to strain the buttons of her blouse, and Jaimee
used her teeth to sensually release each button from its tension.
Soon the shirt fell away of its own accord to reveal a full-cupped
black satin bra.
"It's takes quite a bra to hold in boobs like yours, doesn't it?"
Jaimee teased her. Fortunately, it was a front clasping bra, which
made it quite easy to free the heavy tits from their confinement.
Chase's nipples were of average size, but quite dark, and very hard by
this point. Jaimee lowered her head to Chase's chest and began gently
suckling on one breast almost as if she were nursing. At first Chase
found the sensation merely interesting, although erotic since it was
her lover's first contact with another woman. But after a few minutes
of the steadily growing pressure she found her breath growing short.
Meanwhile, Jaimee was firmly pinching and rolling the other nipple
with one hand, and squeezing the breast she was sucking with the other
hand, as if she were milking it.
The sensation grew in intensity until Chase felt like there was a
direct electrical connection running from her breast to her pussy.
Jaimee's intense suction felt like she was trying to draw the essence
of Chase's sexuality out through just the nipple. Surprisingly it led
to a small orgasm. When Jaimee pulled away, the nipple was red,
swollen, and throbbing with blood flowing near the skin.
"That was nice," Jaimee commented. She then turned her attention
to the other nipple and repeated the process. It came faster this
time, and also more powerfully, and within a few minutes another
climax rippled through Chase's body.
Jaimee gave Chase a few seconds to recover, then slid downwards -
rubbing her much smaller breasts down Chase's legs as she drew off her
pants. Gazing upon the shaved twat that glistened before her, Jaimee
felt an overwhelming desire course through her. Suddenly she
understood instinctively what Chase must have felt between her low
legs. She lowered her mouth to the bald cunt and took her first taste
of another woman.
It rapidly became five, then twenty, then hundreds of tastes as
she let her pink tongue explore the myriad crevices and folds of skin
down there with leisurely abandon. For Chase, though, there was
nothing leisurely about it. She was shuddering with pleasure at
Jaimee's raw talent.
"The dildo..." she gasped, "Give it to me...hard - fast!"
Jaimee felt around the bed without turning her face away. Soon
enough she found the thick dong and grasped it. It was still sticky
with her own juices. She put the head of it to Chase's cunt and,
heeding the frenzied demands, pushed it smoothly up her until the
heavy cyberskin balls were bumping Chase's puckered anus.
"Fuck..." Jaimee whispered in shock, amazed at the ease with
which the dong had slid home in her new lover. Chase reached down and
took dual handfuls of Jaimee's wavy blonde hair, pulling her face
tightly into her pussy and climaxing so hard that she squirted small
amounts of cunt juices onto Jaimee's lips and cheeks. Her screams
were loud enough to echo from the walls and Jaimee was thankful that
the windows were closed.
Some time later, as their bodies lay entwined and they snuggled
in a romantic afterglow, Chase asked the question that was sitting
heavily in her mind.
"So Jaimee, was this a one-time thing? Or do you think you might
be interested in being my girlfriend? And what about Mitch?"
Jaimee smiled. "I think Mitch is history. You definitely made
me feel better all right." And she leaned in to kiss the new woman in
her life.
