


Hearts on Fire

by Gary Johns



Status: Completed
Published: 2003-03-16
Updated: 2003-03-16
Packaged: 2018-06-14 16:17:17
Rating: Much Sex
Chapters: 11
Words: 33,480
Publisher: storiesonline.net
Story URL: http://storiesonline.net/s/39021
Author URL: http://storiesonline.net/a/Gary_Johns
Summary: A female college professor agrees to go for a short trip with another
student to her cabin in the mountains. A blizzard snows them in. The older
woman finds that she cannot resist the charms of they pretty teenager.





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11




    Chapter 1


Samantha Edwards rushed from her car to the administrative building as the rain poured from the sky. She held her briefcase over her head with one hand in a useless attempt to keep her hair dry, as she struggled to hold books and papers in the other. It was another damp, cold, and dreary day in the northeast. The kind of day you would expect in mid-November in this section of the world. However, Samantha was a southern girl, used to sunny skies and warmer climates.

The click of her high heels on the tile floor echoed up and down the long hallway as she hurried to the administration offices. She was late already. Today was the last day to get mid-term grades submitted and she didn't want to hear all the grief she would take if she missed the deadline. Hopefully it would only take a couple of minutes and she could still make her 9 o'clock English class on time.

Samantha sighed as she passed the ladies room and then stopped. It was going to make her later but she had to fix her hair. It was a mess after being doused with the cold rain. If she could have remembered where she had left her umbrella it wouldn't have been so bad. Unfortunately it seemed that she was always misplacing something these days. The unwanted vision of the movie "The Absent Minded Professor" crossed her mind as she rushed into the teacher's lounge, almost knocking over a fellow teacher in her haste.

A little moan escaped her lips when she looked into the mirror. All her work had been for nothing. Her shoulder length sandy blond hair was hanging in wet, curly strands now, dripping water down her cheeks. And her hair had looked so good when she left home a few minutes ago. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she tried her best to fluff it up. It was useless. Finally, she gave up and leaned toward the mirror to fix her makeup.

The woman in the mirror staring back at Samantha was pretty and just over the dreaded 30th birthday. She had gray/green eyes that could dazzle men and women alike. People often said that she looked a lot like Nicole Kiddman, with her curly hair and creamy white complexion. Yet Sam was one of those women that didn't realize how pretty she is. She thought she was too tall at 5' 8", too heavy at 125, and that her facial features were too angular to be pretty. Besides, she didn't have a lot of time to worry about her appearance these days.

Another sigh escaped the harried woman as she fumbled in her purse, searching for her lipstick.

She never had enough time for herself anymore and her life seemed to be out of control. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered how her life had become so hectic. It seemed that there was a constant succession of classes, dinner parties, social obligations, and studying to keep up with her profession. Maybe it was just the pressure of being a newly appointed assistant professor, she thought. She knew that it took a lot of work in the beginning to get oneself established in a new school.

The academic world wasn't new to her though--she had taught at her alma mater for several years and had been raised in a family of teachers. Her mother was an elementary school teacher and her father a high school principal. Even one of her older brothers was a teacher. It was only natural that she followed the same path.

Samantha was a southern girl and grew up with her two brothers in a very traditional and solidly middle class family. Her parents were very conservative and strict. In fact, Samantha had not been allowed to wear makeup until she was almost 16. As for dating, well that was a battle of wills. She was only allowed to date in groups until she was 17. However, like all teenagers, she found ways around the arbitrary rules.

Dan Edwards, Samantha's father, was a hard working man, if not a little behind the times and overzealous in his religious beliefs. He was also very protective of his little girl. At any sign of rebellion from Samantha he would always say that she would follow his rules as long as she lived in his house. However, Dan was proud of his daughter and like all fathers, no one was ever going to be good enough for his little girl.

Samantha had a will of her own though and found ways to see her boyfriends without her father knowing. However, because she lived at home until she finished college, the strict rules often became contentious.

A smart girl, Samantha graduated with honors and was selected as the valedictorian of her high school class. After high school, she went to a large but local college. She was a star student at the University, deciding to stay after graduation to teach and continue pursuit of a master's degree in English and then her PHD. It had been hard work and a long haul, but she persevered. The school eventually noticed her academic achievements and she was awarded a grant to do research. Unfortunately she never got the chance to finish her work.

Samantha met her husband-to-be before she finished her graduate work. He was a professor at the university and twenty years older than she was. Much to her parents' distress, she had fallen in love and married soon after she completed her studies. It was her husband's transfer to the north several years ago that brought the warm blooded southern girl to the cold northeast.

However, she couldn't say that she regretted her choices up to that point. She had a good job as associate professor at the school and a real opportunity to advance to full professor with tenure in a few years. But, besides being overworked, her biggest problem was that she had left her family and friends behind and felt somewhat out of place in the snobbish academic community she was now part of.

Coming to the large university as an associate professor was a cultural shock for Samantha. She never realized the level of personal politics that existed in academic circles. It was very different from her previous experience in teaching. Nor did she anticipate the social obligations that would befall her in her new role. Now, between her husband's career (he was in line to become Chancellor) and her aspirations to become a published writer, she rarely had time for anything else.

Samantha had always been an outdoor girl, preferring to be out in the sun rather than cramped up in some library or classroom. While she loved most water sports, she loved sailing most of all. She missed being out on the water everyday and although there were great opportunities to sail where she lived now, the season was far too short. Besides, she had little time for that with all of the required duties associated with school and being the future Chancellor's wife.

Still, with all this, she thought that maybe it was the dreary weather that was making her feel so depressed. She desperately needed something to cheer her up.

    Chapter 2


At least it wasn't snow, Samantha thought as she hurried across the wet grass and into the student center. She rushed down the hall trying unsuccessfully to juggle all of her books and papers. Several times she had to stop and pick up papers as they fell from the folders under her arm.

Samantha took a deep breath and pushed open the door with her shoulder, preparing for another long day.

"Alright class, let's get started. I assume that everyone has read the assignment?" Samantha said as she pulled a pop quiz from her briefcase. A chorus of moans echoed in the classroom. Sam, as her friends called her, smiled as she handed out the test papers. Why should she be the only one feeling down? she thought.

There were about thirty freshman English students in Sam's class. Most were here because it was a requirement. However, there were several bright students that truly showed an interest in English and were planning on making it their major.

One of them was Sally Rogers. She was a pretty, young girl that always sat in the front of the class. With short strawberry blond hair and a voluptuous figure, she stood out amongst the unusually young looking freshman class. Her eyes were a pale blue and would sparkle with delight when Sam would call on her. She showed no reservations at being considered the teacher's pet.

Sam thought that Sally was a sweet girl and had immediately taken a liking to her. However, Sally was different from the other students, but not just in an academic sense. Sam couldn't quite put her finger on what the difference was-- there was just something in the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at her.

When Sam sat back down at her desk, she glanced at Sally. As usual, she had on a rather short skirt and her legs were a little too carelessly spread. The older woman could see between her legs. Most of the students wore jeans but Sally seemed to prefer skirts or dresses.

I wonder what color her panties are today? Sam thought and smiled inwardly. She figured that she knew every pair that the teenager had. It was a private and unspoken little game that had started soon after the semester began. Sam didn't know why she let the game go on. She could have simply ignored the overt display of the young girl's charms. Yet, invariably, her eyes were drawn to the juncture of her thighs and she could feel that tingling between her legs and her face would begin to flush.

Sally smiled as she sensed the teacher's eyes on her legs and gradually opened them wider, pretending to study the test paper. However, her heart was racing like it did every time she was around Sam. It felt so daring to tease the older woman by letting her see her panties. However, this time she had left her panties off. It was brazen and bold but she wanted desperately to be noticed by her pretty teacher and maybe take their relationship to the next level--whatever that meant.

They must be flesh colored, Sam thought as her eyes were drawn to the gap between her legs. Then, she almost gasped. It didn't look like she had any on! Sam felt her face turn hot and she quickly looked down at the papers on her desk, her hands suddenly trembling. A few minutes later when she looked back up, she found that Sally still had her legs open. This time Sam found her eyes staring at the teenager's vagina. Her heart began to race when she suddenly realized that the young girl didn't have a trace of pubic hair. The light from the window made it possible for her to clearly see the young girl's fat outer lips and the pink inner ones between. Sam couldn't believe the audacity of the teenager.

Finally, Sam had to look away again as she felt a trickle of sweat on her brow. Fortunately, Sally finally crossed her legs. Sam almost sighed with relief and strangely felt a little disappointment. She couldn't explain why this young girl was having such an affect on her.

In spite of their little game, (or maybe because of it?) Sam liked the teenager. And, the feeling was apparently mutual. Sally often stopped by her desk after class to discuss some author or book. The two of them had a great deal in common and they shared many of the same views on life and literature. To Sam, Sally seemed much older than eighteen, with a maturity that was beyond her years. They had gone to lunch together on several occasions after finding themselves engrossed in a good-natured debate. They even talked about collaborating on an essay as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship for Sally. While she didn't really need the money, she had said that her Dad told her that he "Wasn't going to pay for her to go to college forever", and therefore it would come in handy if she decided to go to graduate school.

Sally was a northern girl, growing up within a few miles of the school. She was just a little bit of a tomboy. Just like Sam, she loved outdoors (winter) sports; particularly snow skiing and riding snowmobiles. However, while she was very athletic, she was also very feminine in her appearance and actions. She loved soft and sexy clothes and quiet evenings by the fire with a good book.

Sally's father was an attorney and was often away from home. However, she never felt short changed in their relationship. She was always "Daddy's" girl. He would go out of his way to spend time with her. They would often go on skiing vacations together. On the other hand, her mother wasn't into sports but she indulged Sally and her husband's love.

The family had a cabin in Canada, not far across the US border and Sally and her father would often sneak away for a long weekend. However, sometimes, Sally would go there by herself, just to get away. She loved the mountains. But, other than with her father, she rarely had anyone to share it with. She had invited Sam to join her on several occasions but it seemed that her busy schedule never allowed it. Eventually she had begun to think that she was the reason. Sometimes she thought that she had gone too far with her teasing of the older woman.

However, Sam had refused because she wasn't sure that she should get so close to a student. Besides that, she certainly didn't want any question with regard to propriety in grading and she didn't think Sally wanted any special favors either. However, there was another more subtle reason--the strange feelings that she had whenever she was alone with the young girl. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling but it was disturbing nonetheless. Sally hadn't made any overt moves on her. It was the way she looked at her sometimes and her blatant displays. Maybe more importantly, it was how little butterflies would begin churning in her own stomach when she was close to her. Still, she thought Sally's flirtations were cute and harmless, even if they were brazen at times.

Sometimes when Sally stopped by her desk, she would wear a blouse that was open at the neck with too many buttons undone. She would lean over her desk, on her elbows, and pretend to be looking at something on Sam's desk. She knew that it was impossible for Sam not to look down her blouse.

And Sam did look. She had seen all the way to her nipples on several occasions. She knew that the young girl had creamy smooth breasts with a little mole several inches from one pink nipple. The view always brought that unwanted tingling and a flush to her face. She was pretty certain that Sally had noticed.

Sam wasn't naive and she knew about some women's attraction to other women. Some of the better literature she had made a career of studying dealt with the subject of Sapphic love. In fact, she thought that women who were lesbians wrote some of the greatest pieces of literature. Still, she couldn't deny that she found the specter of female/female relationship quite fascinating. Maybe someday she would have the opportunity to explore that theme--strictly on a professional basis.

However, on a personal level, Sam never admitted an attraction to other women. Sure, she looked at other women, especially if they were pretty, and Sally was very pretty. She convinced herself that the feelings she had when she was around Sally were natural. In fact, her understanding of Freud's writings would lead her to believe that every woman had similar feelings to a greater or lesser degree. Unlike the relationship that men had with one another, all women felt comfortable hugging and kissing or sharing emotions. Still she had never discussed women's relationships with anyone and really had no basis of comparison. Her only experience with another female was one time when she was very young and she had played doctor with a school friend. However, she had rightfully filed that away as adolescence experimentation with no significance in her adult life. Yet, she could still remember the feeling of excitement that she had felt that day. It had never been equaled in any heterosexual relationship she had ever had. She believed that was because over time memories take on a life of their own.

When the class was over, all of the students filed out except Sally. She sat at her desk, still working on the test.

"Sally, are you having trouble with the test?" Sam asked as she looked at the pretty girl. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her skirt far up her well-shaped thighs.

"No, not really," she said and smiled nervously at Sam. "I just wanted to wait until everyone was gone. I... I wanted to ask you something."

"What?" Sam asked, curious as to what was making her so nervous.

"Well, I was planning on going up to... to the cabin this weekend and was wondering if... if you wanted to join me? Maybe we could start on that essay."

Sam saw the young girl's face turn red and she looked flustered.

Then she continued quickly. "I know that you're busy but it would be great fun. I could even teach you to ski..." she said and her voice trailed off. Somehow, the girl's normal confident bravado had left her.

"I'm sorry honey but I have so many things to do this weekend. Larry is going to be away and I have a million chores."

"I understand," she said sweetly but there was clear disappointment in her voice and on her face.

Sally got up to leave, packing her books quietly.

Now Sam felt bad. She had promised to work with her on the essay and the time was growing short. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, she thought. She could certainly use a little time to refresh her weary mind and body. "Wait Sally," Sam said. "How far is it to the cabin?"

The young girl's face brightened. "It's about a three hour drive," she said excitedly. However, she didn't tell her that it was three hours through the mountains on tiny roads.

"Well, maybe I could go up with you tonight and come back Saturday night." As soon as she said it, she wished that she hadn't. It was overstepping the bounds--the imaginary line she had drawn to keep outside relationships from interfering with her already complicated life. Still, a sudden chill ran down her spine and she thought, I need a break, so what would be the harm. Besides, it would just be innocent fun.

"Really!" Sally practically screamed. "We'll have so much fun. We'll ski and make snowmen and everything. When can we leave?" Suddenly Sally was acting more like the teenager that she was. Her face was beaming with excitement.

Sam smiled at the young girl's enthusiasm. "Give me your cell phone number and I'll call you after my classes. What do I need to bring?"

"Not much, just a change of clothes for one day. We have everything else in the cabin. I'm sure there are some ski boots that will fit you and we have a bunch of snowsuits. This is going to be so much fun," she said, her words almost running together in her excitement.

"All right... all right, now get moving or you'll be late for your class," Sam said to the smiling girl. "And Sally, let's keep this little trip between you and I. Okay?"

"No problem," Sally said with a smile and then ran her fingers cutely across her lips as if she were zipping them.

Sam laughed and then she watched her hurry out of the classroom. Without thinking, she found her eyes following her. The tight skirt that she had on molded her sexy butt like a second skin.

Suddenly, Sam felt a little chill run down her spine and she shivered at the thought that she was naked under the skirt. It must be the damn cold weather! she concluded and tried to focus on her next class. Yet, her mind kept wandering back to the young girl's spread legs and the almost obscene view that she had of her bare crotch. She felt her own sex lips pulse and she squeezed her thighs together.

    Chapter 3


Later that evening, when Sam pulled up in front on Sally's house, she saw her waiting on the front porch with a small suitcase. She smiled when she saw the young girl's beaming face. Although she had second-guessed her decision since she had agreed to go, Sally's enthusiasm made her feel better. Besides, it would be a chance to rest and get away from the pressure she was feeling. At least for one day.

Sally jumped into the car with a cheery hello, throwing her bag into the back seat. Then she directed Sam toward the interstate and then to a two-lane road, heading north.

The two women talked like high school friends as they drove. Sam barely noticed the time,, or that the road was getting increasingly narrow. When she did, she realized that they were in the middle of mountains and it had begun to snow. Instead of being worried, Sam felt excited, almost exuberant.

"So, where is your family this weekend?" Sam asked.

"Well, my Dad travels a lot and over the past year, we don't come up here much together anymore. I go by myself occasionally though. But, unfortunately, not since school started."

"Aren't you afraid of being out in the wilderness alone?"

"No. It's really very comforting. I build a fire and have some wine... oops soda and ski until my heart's content."

"Well, I'm glad we could do this. I really needed a break," Sam said glancing at the teenager.

Sally was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white sweater, which emphasized her shapely breasts. Normally, she didn't wear something so tight because of the size of her breasts. However, she knew that Sam had peeked at them on plenty of occasions and she naughtily wanted to put them on display. That excited her tremendously.

Sam tried to keep from staring at the younger woman's breasts. She knew how men often ogled women. Yet, after looking at Sally she knew why. Although her breasts were large, they were firm without a hint of sag. She could tell from the way that they bounced as she had gotten into the car that she was not wearing a bra and from her observation, rarely did. No panties and no bra; teenagers today! she thought and shivered. My mother would have killed me.

The time flew by as they chatted about everything from politics to religion. They stopped once to use a restroom and picked up some perishables to take to the cabin. After that it took about a half hour before they reached a small one-lane road that led further into the mountains. By that time, the snow was coming down heavily.

"Are we almost there?" Sam asked struggling to see through the blowing snow.

"Yes, it's just a couple more miles."

Soon they saw a log cabin sitting on a small hill with trees almost hiding it.

"We're here," Sally said excitedly.

Sam parked the SUV in front and they pulled their bags out and walked through the snow to the door. Sally found a key under the mat and opened the door.

"Wow," Sam said as she stepped inside and looked around. It was a relatively modern cabin with a single large room with a vaulted ceiling, a loft for the bedroom, a kitchen and one bathroom. There was a large fireplace dominating one wall and the cabin was furnished with comfortable but rustic furniture. On one side of the main room was a staircase that led to the loft where there was a king-sized bed. Fortunately, the place had electricity and running water. Sam had begun to wonder about that as they had trekked further into the wilderness. "This is very nice," Sam said, more than a little relieved.

"Thank you. Nobody has been here for a couple of months. However, my Dad said it is well stocked with food and the snowmobiles are all gassed up. We have everything we need to stay a month."

"I hope we don't have to use it," Sam laughed as she looked out the window at the falling snow.

Neither of them had listened to the weather or they would have heard that the area was in for a major blizzard.

"I'll get a fire started and you can take your stuff up to the loft," Sally said, taking off her coat.

"Thanks," Sam answered as she took her small suitcase up the stairs. When she was in the loft, she looked over the railing and sighed contentedly. This was going to be real nice she thought.

"There are some sheets in the closet up there," Sally called up as she put some wood in the fireplace. The house had heat but Sally preferred to use the fireplace because a fire would heat the place up easily. Besides, it was so much more romantic! Sally thought and then felt her face turn warm.

As Sam pulled the sheets from the closet, she suddenly wondered where Sally was going to sleep. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe she expected them to sleep together. The thought was a little disconcerting, as she hadn't slept with another person, even a lover, other than her husband since she was very small. She wasn't comfortable with that but she wasn't sure how to ask Sally.

When Sam came back down, Sally had a roaring fire going and she had fixed them some hot chocolate that she had sitting on the hearth.

"I thought we would sit by the fire for a little girl talk and have some hot chocolate," Sally beamed.

"Wonderful," Sam said, settling down on a large bearskin rug in front of the fire. She groaned and said, "I feel like a pretzel after that drive."

"Sorry," Sally said and sat down next to her as she handed her a cup of hot chocolate.

The wind was whipping outside, blowing the snow sideways and whistling through the pine trees. The snow was accumulating at over four inches an hour. Neither of the women noticed as they sat and talked quietly by the fire.

Sally went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of brandy. "This should help to warm us up," she said as she poured a long shot into the cup that Sam held out.

"Are you old enough to drink, young lady?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Almost," she returned with a cute grin.

"Well, as long as you're not going to drive."

In a little while the bottle was missing more than a few shots and Sam was feeling very relaxed. "So do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

"No, not right now. I've dated some since I started college but all the boys seem so immature. They only want one thing," she giggled. "If you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"So how long have you been married?" Sally asked.

"About five years."

"Larry seems like a nice guy," Sally said. "He's a little older than you right?"

The innocence of youth! Sam thought and then she smiled. "Uh... yes he is."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that wasn't a polite question," Sally giggled nervously and took another drink of her spiked hot chocolate.

"No, you just asked what everyone thinks but are afraid to ask. That's refreshing," she said with a smile. "Larry and I met when I was working on my graduate degree. He is twenty years older than I am. When we met, I felt the same way as you about the boys at school being so immature. Larry came along and we just clicked. He's good to me but he is kind of stuck in his ways. I guess that's one of the downsides to being married to an 'older' man. He was married once before and actually has a daughter almost as old as me."

"You're not old," Sally blurted and then blushed.

"Thank you sweetie. Sometimes I feel old now days."

The room was silent for a while and then Sally spoke, the alcohol loosening her tongue. "So, is he good in the sack?" Sally blurted and then giggled. "Oh... sorry, I can be mouthy when I drink," she said with a pretty blush.

"It's okay. I guess the answer is that he used to be but I think the stress of his job and maybe his age has slowed him down. The truth is that sex was never that big of a deal to me. I guess that I have never really figured out what all the hoopla was about anyway."

"I know what you mean. I had my first sex in the back of my boyfriend's car at sixteen. I didn't get much pleasure and it hurt. I've had a few others over the last two years but I haven't seen any fireworks yet myself... other than when I... I do it myself," she said and averted her eyes. Then she looked back at her and added, "Then I can fantasize about whatever I want."

Sam smiled again at the teenager and opened her eyes in mock surprise at her revelation. "Yes... sometimes we all have to take things into our own hands," she laughed and turned red.

Sam could feel that tingling between her thighs and thought that they had better change the subject. She turned to set her cup on the hearth. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as a sharp pain raced through her neck. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess sitting for three hours tightened up my neck. It felt like someone just put a dagger in me. I hurt my neck years ago playing volleyball and it has bothered me ever since."

"Well, you're in luck ma'am, 'cause I worked last summer at an exercise facility. I learned the art of therapeutic massage," Sally said with a grin. "Turn around."

Sam turned her back to Sally and felt her hands on her shoulders. A chill went down her spine as she began to massage the knotted muscles in her neck. "Oh God, that feels wonderful," she said almost swooning backward into the young girl.

Sally massaged her for a few minutes and then said, "Your entire back is tight. Why don't you get a hot shower and then come back and I'll work the kinks out?"

"That sounds really good right now."

A half-hour later, Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in a cut off pullover tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The pants had shrunk a bit since she last wore them and were a little too tight. However, she hadn't brought a lot of clothes so she didn't have much choice. She didn't have a bra on under the shirt and her breasts swayed freely as she walked, making her feel a bit uncomfortable but also very naughty. She didn't know what was getting into her lately.

Sally was waiting in front of the fire with a large towel laid out on the sofa. She had changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and top. While Sam was gone, Sally drank a few more shots of whiskey for courage and was feeling very relaxed. She watched as the older woman approached. She could see the fullness of her breasts and the nipples poking through the thin cotton. Suddenly, she felt a little electric shock between her legs. Unlike Sam, Sally had realized some years ago that she liked looking at women and in fact, she liked looking quite a bit. Over the past several years, she found herself often dreaming of what sex with a woman would be like. While she hadn't acted on it, she knew that it was more than a passing curiosity and had masturbated to it often. Most of the time the woman in her fantasy was Sam.

Although Sally really believed that she hadn't tricked Sam into coming to the cabin in order to seduce her, the thought had crossed her mind. However, she also knew that she really didn't know how to go about seducing someone and she certainly didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with Sam at this early stage.

"Listen, we don't have to do this," Sam said. "My neck feels much better." However, when she saw the disappointed look on Sally's face she added, "But it's okay if you still want to though."

"Of course. It's not often I get a beautiful woman in my grasps. Most of the women at the health club are older and frankly kind of dried up!" Then she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth.

Sam could tell that Sally had had one too many and just smiled. "How do you want me?"

There were a million answers that Sally could have given to that question. However, she bit her tongue and said, "Lay down on the sofa on your stomach."

Sam lay on the sofa and Sally came over close and knelt at her side. Then she reached up and began to massage the muscles around Sam's neck and shoulders again.

"Mmmm," Sam moaned, as the young girl's experienced fingers began to work the tightness from her shoulders. "You have wonderful hands."

And you have a wonderful ass! Sally thought as she glanced down at the seat of her tight sweat pants. "Thank you," she said as her fingers worked over the shoulder muscles and then down the back. She followed her spine down, applying gentle pressure with her thumbs on both sides of her backbone. When she reached the end of the tee shirt, she crossed over to the bare skin, continuing down until she reached her sweats. Then she moved back up. "Do you mind if I use some oil?"

"Mmmmm," Sam answered, as the warmth of the fire, the liquor, and the comfort of the sofa made her very sleepy. The long drive had tired her more than she thought.

Sally picked up the bottle of baby oil that she had let sit next to the fire to warm and poured some on her hands. It wasn't the best thing to use for a massage but it would have to do. She rubbed her hands together until they were coated with the warm oil and then she placed them on the small of Sam's back again.

Another groan of pleasure came from Sam, as she felt Sally's hands begin to massage the oil into her skin. Slowly they moved up her back and under the tee shirt.

"Do you mind if I kneel over you?"

"No," Sam answered dreamily.

Sally placed one knee on each side of Sam and sat her buttocks lightly on her thighs. Then she began to move her hands up her back again. Suddenly, she couldn't believe how sensuous it felt to be massaging Sam like this. She had done countless massages but she hadn't cared for any of those people. This felt very different and a little chill went through her as her hands worked up and down the soft skin under her tee shirt. She covered every inch of her back, pushing the tee shirt up to her shoulders in the process. Too soon, she had finished the normal massage. However, she didn't want to stop as she could now feel excitement coursing through her and her heart pounding in her chest.

Sam dozed off.

As Sally thought about her next move, her hands began to tremble. Slowly, her hands slid up her back and then down the sides. They slipped down gradually until her fingers were touching the outer swells of Sam's breasts. She could feel her vagina begin to pulse as she massaged the soft flesh under her fingers. As her fingers went lower, she heard Sam moan and she stopped and waited, ready to pull her hands away. When she didn't hear anything more, she began to move again. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as her fingers slid down until they were under the slopes of her breasts. She knew that if she moved another inch she would be able to feel her nipples. Do I dare? She asked herself.

Sam had awakened when Sally's fingers had begun to put pressure on the sides of her breasts. Suddenly, she was very much aware of where the young girl's hands were and knew that she should stop her. But it felt too good. Her heart had begun to pound with growing excitement. Instead of protesting, she moaned quietly, as if she were still in a sleepy fog. Then, she surprised herself when she lifted up slightly, allowing the hands to move under her breasts. She had to suppress a moan as the tips of Sally's fingers reached her nipples.

Sally thought she was going to pass out from excitement. Now, she could feel Sam's hot nipples under her fingers. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt in her young life. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to move her fingers further underneath Sam and capture the entire mounds of flesh in her hands, but feared that she would break the spell. So she contented herself with moving the tips of her fingers slowly back and forth across the rough surface of her now hard nipples. With each stroke, she could feel the nipples almost burning her sensitive fingertips. She had an almost overpowering urge to take Sam's breasts in her hands. Yet she hesitated, not willing to risk something so bold. When she figured she probably couldn't go any further, she leaned down to Sam's ear and whispered, "Would you like me to do your legs?"

Sam was relieved and strangely disappointed at her words and almost groaned in frustration. "Uh huh," she whispered quietly. She had been on the verge of lifting up and letting the girl's hands have complete access to her breasts. She couldn't believe how excited she had become from the hands of another woman.

Sally slid down Sam's legs and reached up for her sweat pants.

When Sam felt Sally's hands at the waist of her sweats, she realized that she might have made a big mistake. She hadn't even thought that she would have to take her sweats off. But, it was too late as she felt her sweats being pulled down her legs and off her feet.

"Ohhhh," Sally moaned quietly when she saw what she had unveiled. She knew that Sam had a good body but she hadn't expected this. Her heart began to race again as she stared at Sam's lower half. She had on a pair of pale pink panties that were tight and hugged her buttocks sensuously. One side had ridden into the crack, revealing the lower half of a perfect cheek. The backs of Sam's legs, all the way to her feet, were perfectly smooth and without a blemish. Sally was trembling as she stood staring at the beautiful older woman.

Then Sam felt Sally straddle her again, this time facing her feet, her buttocks just resting on her lower back. She could feel her eyes burning into her almost naked flesh. It seemed like it was a long time but was only seconds before she felt her lean forward and grasp one of her legs at the ankle. Sam moaned when she felt Sally's hands begin to work up her leg, kneading the flesh of her calf and then her thigh as she went.

By now, Sally could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked. She hoped that it wouldn't soak through her sweats. Slowly, she worked the oil into the backs of Sam's legs until her fingers reached her buttocks. She thought briefly of moving her hand over the exposed cheek but controlled herself. Instead she reached down and pulled the panties from between her cheeks and pulled them tight. It was a casual gesture but one that made both women tremble inside. Then, as Sally leaned forward again to run her hands down her shining thighs, the front of her sweatshirt touched the oily surface. When she pulled back, she impulsively reached for her top and without asking permission, stripped it over her head, leaving her breasts free.

Sally had always been somewhat embarrassed by the size of her breasts. They were a full 34C on her rather small frame. Most of the time, she wished that she had smaller breasts and often tried to cover them up. However, they were very sensitive, especially the nipples. Her nipples had always been a source of some embarrassment. They weren't the more common "normal" round areolas and hard tips. Sally had what was referred to as puffies; instead of a hard tipped nipple, they were soft and smooth. The nipples were pale pink and covered almost half of her breasts. She wondered if that was why they were so sensitive. Sometimes she could bring herself off by just pinching the nipples or fantasizing about a female lover doing it for her.

Now as Sally leaned forward, her breasts hung free. When her hands reached Sam's ankles, her nipples touched the backs of the older woman's legs. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the warm oil and Sam's soft skin touching the tips.

Sam felt it as well and realized with shock that the teenager's breasts were bare. When she opened her eyes, she saw Sally's top lying on the rug, confirming her suspicion. Now Sam felt juice dripping into her panties. That was quite a surprise for her, as she normally didn't lubricate very much. Larry often had to use a lubricant in order for sex not to be painful for both of them.

As Sally moved her body upward, her nipples dragged along the soft skin on the backs of Sam's legs. She could feel shocks of pleasure rippling through her body and directly to her vagina. Her eyes closed in pleasure and her breath came in gasps as she pressed her soft mounds of flesh to the strong thighs below her. Suddenly she began to tremble and her vagina pulsed. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her body trembled as she began to climax! She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her thighs quivered and she gasped for breath.

Sam's mind was reeling. She could feel the young girl trembling and hear little whimpers. It was obvious that she was having an orgasm. Her own vagina was pulsing but there wasn't enough contact to make her climax. Yet, her body tingled like she had never felt before. Then before she knew it, she felt the weight of Sally's body move off her as she got up. She opened her eyes and saw the young woman bend over to pick up her top. A little gasp caught in her throat as she saw Sally's oil coated breasts for an instant. They were pendulous and swung freely, and the nipples appeared positively huge.

Sally stood up and held her top to her chest. "Uh... I think I'll get a shower now," she said. "Can you help pull the sofa bed out for me?"

"Sure," Sam said getting slowly up. "Thanks for the massage," she said. Then, suddenly, she realized that she was half-naked with only her panties and a thin tee shirt covering her. She looked at Sally and saw her staring at her partial nudity. There was still an unmistakable look of lust in her eyes. Then she watched as Sally raised her arms casually, baring her breasts as she put her top back on. Now she had a close up view of her young friend's breasts. They were gorgeous and indeed large and the nipples were as big around as silver dollars. Then her face colored when she saw that Sally had noticed her looking at her breasts. She quickly turned and reached for the sofa.

The two women opened the sofa and pulled it out. When the mattress was stretched out, they both realized that it was not fit for someone to sleep on. The mattress looked lumpy and was dry-rotted. It obviously had not been used for some time.

Both women stood looking at the poor excuse for a bed.

"You can't sleep there," Sam said. Then Sam paused for a minute to consider the options. She couldn't let her sleep on the floor in her own place. "Uh... the bed upstairs is king sized. I suppose we can share."

"Are you sure?" Sally asked, suppressing a smile.

Finally, Sam smiled. She was being silly. It wasn't like Sally was going to attack her. "Sure. Larry says that I don't snore too loud," she laughed a little nervously.

"I'll... uh... get my shower."

"I'll probably be asleep before you get to bed," Sam said heading for the steps. "Thanks again for the massage," Sam said turning to Sally. She saw her blush prettily.

"You're welcome." Sally hurried off toward the bathroom.

A short time later, Sally came quietly up the stairs. She could see that Sam was still awake.

Sam saw that Sally had on a set of baby doll see through underwear and top. She must have looked surprised as she stared at the young woman because Sally looked embarrassed. She said, "I'm sorry, it's all I brought."

As Sally crawled under the covers, the snow outside was piling up and the wind was blowing it around until the SUV was barely visible.

    Chapter 4


It took Sam a long time to fall asleep. When she finally did, she began to have erotic dreams. She was in a sea of large breasts. They were everywhere. She was sucking on one and playing with two others. Then, there were other women all around her, waiting for her to suck on their breasts. She was surrounded with flesh. Suddenly, Sam's eyes opened and she was in a cold sweat and very sexually aroused. She tried to put the dream out of her mind, however, each time she went back to sleep, she had another erotic dream and it always involved women. When the morning light finally came through the window, she was relieved. She lay on the bed and watched the snow continue to fall. Between her legs, her vagina was throbbing almost painfully now. She had to have relief.

Sam glanced over at Sally and could see that she was still asleep. Her need overcame caution and she slowly slid her hands under the blankets and down her stomach. When she reached her groin, she found that the gusset of her panties was soaked. She pressed the material into her swollen lips and moaned quietly. She used her middle finger to slide up and down the groove as she spread her legs. Finally, she pushed her sweatpants and panties down her thighs and off. Quickly, her fingers went back to her swollen sex. It was so unlike her to masturbate. She could count on one hand the number of times she had done it since she had gotten married. However, it felt so exciting now, she wondered why she hadn't done it more often. Another little moan escaped her mouth as she pushed her finger into her saturated hole.

Sally had awakened at the first moan. She glanced over and saw that Sam was on her back and that her hand was obviously between her legs. Suddenly, her heart began to beat rapidly and excitement began to course through her. She wanted desperately to touch herself but she dared not.

Soon Sam was at a point of no return. Her body began to tremble as her finger found her swollen clit. She gently teased it, bringing her closer and closer to climax. She worked hard to keep her movements to a minimum, however as her tremors began, she had to squeeze her legs together tightly. Her attempt to keep quiet and restrict her movement made her head spin. It was almost as if she were fighting the desire to climax. The very act of trying to hold it back made the tension build quickly. Suddenly, her breath caught in her throat as a strong climax rushed through her. Her hips lifted off the bed and her legs stiffened as her body trembled, shaking the bed.

Sally could tell that she was climaxing. It took all of her will power to remain still. She had the sudden urge to jump on the older woman. However, she controlled herself, as excitement coursed through her body. She squeezed her own thighs together, feeling her swollen sex lips almost pulsing. She almost sighed in relief when Sam stopped shaking. Suddenly, her body felt incredibly hot. She pushed the covers off and groaned like she was asleep.

Finally, when Sam could catch her breath, she glanced over at Sally and was relieved to see that she was still asleep. Then, she noticed that Sally had pushed the covers off her body and was lying on her back with her legs spread apart, with one bent at the knee. Her face was serene with curls of her hair lying carelessly across her eyes. Sam turned on her side and stared at the pretty girl. Almost without thinking, Sam reached over and gently brushed the hair from her face. God, she is gorgeous, she thought. Then her eyes scanned down her body. She stared at her large breasts under her thin top. The nipples were bigger than any she had ever seen. Her eyes trailed down to her groin. A little gasp escaped her lips when she saw the young girl's bare pubic mound, barely hidden under the gauzy material. That confirmed that she didn't have any pubic hair. She sat up carefully to look closer and found that her pubic area was as smooth as a baby's butt. When Sam felt herself becoming excited again, she reluctantly pulled herself from the bed. She gently snatched her sweatpants from under the covers and hurried downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, Sam stopped and looked for her panties inside the sweatpants. When she couldn't find them she walked quietly back up the steps.

As soon as Sam was out of sight, Sally noticed that her panties were still lying on the bed. With a trembling hand she reached over and picked them up. Immediately she could feel how wet they were. With a moan of excitement she brought them to her nose and took a deep breath, her eyes closing in pleasure at the sweet smell of the older woman.

Sam was at the top of the steps when she stopped in shock. She could see that Sally had her panties in her hand and that she was smelling them. Then to her total amazement, Sally opened the panties and licked the wet crotch. The shock of watching such an intimate act almost made Sam's knees buckle and she had to grab the railing for support. Slowly she backed down the stairs and walked on trembling legs to the kitchen. Her hands were shaking so much that she almost dropped a dozen eggs as she brought them from the refrigerator. Then she had to sit down and catch her breath before she could cook breakfast.

Upstairs, Sally quickly stripped off her pj's. Then she took Sam's panties and rubbed the still wet crotch across her breasts, feeling the remaining wetness sticking to her nipples. Then she slid them down her stomach until she touched her smooth pubic mound. She pressed the material into her swollen lips and rubbed it up and down the groove. When she touched her clit, she began to tremble. Soon her own juice was mixed with Sam's, making the crotch totally soaked again, this time it was wet with their combined juices. She couldn't believe how incredibly sexy it was to masturbate with her friend's panties. Then, she used her middle finger to press the wet crotch into her throbbing hole. Suddenly, Sally moaned and her body lifted off the bed. She climaxed with the tiny panties inside her throbbing vagina. It was one of the most intense that she had ever had. When she finally crawled out of bed, she brought the panties to her nose again, and then stuffed them into her bag. Then she put on her clothes and walked down the steps on very shaky legs.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she glanced out the front window. Suddenly, she rushed over to the window and let out a yelp.

"What's the matter?" Sam said as she turned from the stove and rushed toward her.

"Look," she said pointing out the window.

"Oh my God," Sam said when she saw that their car was totally covered in a snowdrift.

"Let me get the radio," Sally said as she rushed back upstairs. A minute later she came back down with the radio on. "It's pretty bad. They say it's one of the worst blizzards that has hit this area in forty years."

"Oh Jesus, we're not going to get out of here today are we?"

"I don't think so. But, don't worry, we have enough food to last weeks."

"It's not that. I need to get back! I have too much to do."

"It might be days before we get out of here," Sally said. She kept a frown on her face but inside her heart was fluttering with joy.

"Can we call somebody?" Sam asked.

"Sure but that's not going to get us out of here. We're several miles from the closest road that they clear."

Sam took a deep breath and let it out. Then she smelled her bacon burning. "Oh shit," she yelled as she rushed over to the stove. She salvaged what she could and placed it on a plate. When she turned around she saw Sally coming toward her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw for the first time what the young girl was wearing. On top she had a tight tube top that emphasized her large bust. She could see the dark outline of her large nipples. Below she had on a pair of white stretch cotton leotards that hugged her like a second skin. In fact, they were so tight that the seam of her crotch pulled between the lips of her vagina.

Sally saw her surprised look and said, "I thought we would go skiing and those snow suits are really hot. I prefer to wear as little as possible underneath. Sometimes I even go naked," she added with a giggle and blushed.

Sam didn't comment but she did raise her eyebrow and then a little smile crossed her lips. The things we find out about people, she thought. "Well, sit down and have some breakfast. I'm not the best cook in the world but I can whip up a mean omelet."

"Sam, I'm so sorry I got you into this. I really am."

"It's not your fault sweetie. I could have checked the weather. We'll just have to make the best of it. The truth is that it might be good for me to take a little time off. Besides, I could be in a lot worse places," she said with a meaningful smile. "I'll call later and let someone know that we're still alive."

"Thanks!" Sally said

"For what?"

"For not making me feel bad."

"Eat!" Sam said as she placed a plate in front of the pretty young girl.

After breakfast the two women waited until the wind had died down and the snow had stopped before they tried to venture out. They both dressed in snowsuits that were left in the closet. However, when they tried to open the front door, it was snow bound.

"That's okay, the back should be clear," Sally said. They were able to open the back door and went outside.

The sun had broken through and the sky had cleared. Suddenly, they were standing in the middle of a glorious winter wonderland. Everything was snow covered and sparkling white. The road leading to the house was completely gone. It was almost as if it never existed. Nothing man-made was visible, except for the house and shed, for as far as the eye could see.

Sally led them to the shed where they cleared away enough snow to get inside. There were numerous sets of skis and boots along with two snowmobiles. Sally pulled several sets of skis and boots out. She handed a pair of boots to Sam and said, "Try these, they should fit you."

The size was a little large, but they were wearable. Sally helped Sam adjust the bindings on her boots and then she put hers on. Then, they carried their skis through the deep snow to a spot where they could put them on.

Sam had never been on snow skis. However, she could water ski and thought that it would be similar. When she stood up, she realized that it was very different. Then, as she tried to move, she fell over into a pile of snow.

Sally tried to help her up but Sam pulled her down on top of her. Both women began to laugh so hard that they couldn't get up.

"This is harder than I thought," Sam laughed as she lay on her back in the snow.

"You'll get the hang of it quickly," Sally encouraged.

When they finally got to their feet, Sally showed Sam how to move as if she were doing "cross-country" skiing, forcing one ski forward and then the other in a rhythmic pattern. The two of them moved through the snow-covered forest until they came to an opening at the top of a hill.

"Wow," Sam said as she looked out across the valley. "This is so beautiful!"

"I always thought so. I knew that you would love it. My dad and I used to spend hours and hours skiing down these hills. Sometimes we would be so exhausted when we got home that we would collapse in front of the fireplace and fall asleep and not wake up until the following morning."

"Well, now what do we do?" Sam asked, holding her poles and ready to go.

"Watch me." Sally moved down the slope at a slow pace, showing Sam how to move her skis back and forth and how to use the snow plow technique to stop. When Sam tried it, she got about ten feet and fell. She laughed and tried again. Finally, after four or five falls, she made it to where Sally was waiting. However, she was still sliding down the hill. Fortunately, Sally grabbed Sam or she might have slipped all the way to the bottom.

"If I keep this up, you're going to have to carry me back to the cabin," Sam laughed. When she looked at Sally, she saw her looking at her funny. "What?" she asked.

"Nothing, you're just so pretty all covered in snow. Kinda of like a snow bunny," she added with a laugh.

Sam could feel herself blush and she looked away. When she did, she lost her balance and fell forward into Sally. Sally tumbled backward, hitting a branch of a spruce tree that was covered in snow. The heavy snow fell from the tree right onto Sally's face as she hit the snow flat on her back. Sam came down on top of her again. Both women screamed with gales of laughter, as they lay covered in snow again.

"I'm such a klutz," Sam laughed. Suddenly, Sam realized that she was lying on top of Sally, their faces inches apart. She looked down at her snow-covered face. She quickly pulled her glove off and began to brush the snow from her face. When she had most of the snow removed, she saw Sally's smiling face and twinkling eyes. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold and wet from the melted snow. Her skin was creamy and smooth. Suddenly, she had an overpowering urge to kiss her. Instead she rolled off and onto her back. She lay looking up at the bright sun, suddenly breathing heavily.

"Come on lazy bones," Sally said and got to her skis, pulling Sam up with her.

The two women began to move down the hill again. Sam was a quick learner and had gotten to the point where she could move slowly downhill without falling. Fortunately, the snow was so deep that the powder kept her from going too fast.

Several hours later both women were tired and ready to go home.

It was a long trek back to the cabin and as Sally had predicted, they were both exhausted as they stumbled inside. They quickly stripped their suits off and hung them near the fireplace to dry.

"I'll get the fire stoked. Why don't you get some wine and a couple of glasses?" Sally said.

When Sam came back out of the kitchen she stopped suddenly. Her eyes fell on Sally as she bent over the fireplace stoking the coals. She still had on the skintight leotards and they were stretched almost obscenely over her tight buttocks. Sam felt an unwanted chill run through her. It was obvious that Sally wasn't wearing any panties and the material was almost transparent, revealing the dark crease between her buttocks. A view of Sally walking toward her this morning with the seam of her tight pants running between her lips suddenly flashed into her mind. She took a deep breath and slowly walked over to Sally, her eyes riveted to her sexy derriere. Then she sat down on the floor and leaned against the sofa.

Sally could feel Sam's eyes on her buttocks and continued the process of stoking the fire longer than necessary. Several times she even swayed her backside back and forth. Her face had turned hot but not from the fire.

Sam smiled as she took a sip of her wine and watched the blatant sexual display in front of her. While she tried to remain calm on the outside, on the inside she was trembling with excitement. She felt a little trickle of sweat break out on her brow and finally had to avert her eyes.

Finally, Sally joined her and the two women sat against the sofa, facing the fire, their shoulders touching. When the first bottle of wine was done, Sally got another. They talked quietly for a while and then fell silent. The room became very quiet with only the sound of the crackling fire. A short while later, Sam felt Sally's head touch her shoulder. Based on her regular breathing, it was obvious that she had fallen asleep. When Sam moved slightly, Sally's head fell toward her. She gently laid her head on her lap and watched her sleep. Suddenly, she felt the urge again to kiss the pretty girl. With the wine coursing through her veins, she leaned down and turned Sally's face upward. Slowly, she let her lips gently touch those of the younger woman. A moan escaped her throat, as she tasted Sally's sweet lips for the first time. Her head began to spin. She jumped when she felt a hand reach up and grasp the back of her neck.

Sally moaned and opened her mouth as she pulled the older woman's mouth to her own. She felt her vagina pulse as she pressed her tongue toward Sam's mouth. Another moan escaped her lips when she felt Sam open her mouth to let it inside. Then she thought her heart would jump from her chest when she pulled her tongue back and Sam's followed. She closed her lips around the intruding tongue and began to suck. Chills began to run up and down her spine. Soon, the two women's tongues were dueling with one another and their warm saliva mixing.

Sam could no longer think straight. She couldn't believe what she was doing. Her head was spinning so much that she was concerned that she might lose consciousness. She had never had a sweeter or more sensual kiss. It was nothing like kissing a man. Sally's lips were so soft and, maybe it was from the wine, but even her saliva tasted sweet. Then, when she pulled her lips slightly away and Sally's tongue began to lick her lips, she almost lost her breath. She pressed her mouth back to the younger woman's willing lips and she moaned.

How could something so wrong feel so good? she thought as the kiss went on and on. Suddenly her hand was moving on the younger woman's stomach. Both of them tensed as it moved slowly upward. As Sam's knuckles touched the underside of the covered breast, she hesitated. God, what am I doing, she thought. Then, as if she couldn't control it, her hand opened and it covered one of Sally's now heaving breasts.

With trembling fingers, Sally reached up and pulled her tight tube top upward. She felt Sam lift her hand out of the way. She began to tremble as she felt the warm air from the fireplace on her naked breasts. She knew that Sam's hand was hovering inches from her soft flesh as they continued to kiss. She sucked hard on the tongue in her mouth.

Sam hesitated, her hand trembling inches above the young woman's bare breast. Her hand moved downward and a moan escaped her lips. Sam's lips muffled her scream, as the palm of her hand covered the soft mound of flesh. "Oh Jesus," Sam gasped as she pulled her lips from Sally's. She looked down and saw her hand covering the breast of another woman for the first time in her life. It was like a dream. Just like the dream she had had last night. She watched, in an almost removed fashion, as her fingers began to knead the soft flesh. While she had touched her own breasts many times, this felt different, almost softer. Her fingers squeezed the flesh and her thumb slid across the pale pink nipple.

"Oh God, suck it!" Sally hissed. With her hand still behind Sam's head, she tugged gently.

Sam felt her head being pulled down slowly but firmly until it was a fraction of an inch from one heaving tit. She hesitated. There was no turning back if she went any further.

Sally whined and pulled on the back of Sam's head. "Please," she begged.

Sam was trembling all over as she stuck out her tongue and tentatively touched the nipple. She heard Sally gasp. Then, she widened her tongue and licked across the soft and puffy surface. A moan escaped from her own lips as she felt the soft skin under her tongue. Then, her mouth opened wide and she sucked the large nipple inside. Her heart was pounding so hard and pumping blood so fast that she couldn't even hear Sally's scream. Suddenly, her mouth was filled with sweet flesh. The nipple filled her mouth like a soft marshmallow and tasted almost as sweet. Although the evidence was in her mouth, she still couldn't believe that she was sucking on a woman's breast. Just a few days ago, it would have been appalling to even imagine herself doing something like this. Yet, she didn't try to pull away even as Sally lifted her chest toward her mouth. She allowed the pressure on her neck to hold her mouth to the warm flesh and she began to suck, pulling a good portion of the nipple deep into her mouth. Saliva began to drip from her lips, running gently down the slopes. When she began to worry the puffy nipple with her teeth and then her tongue, she felt Sally begin to tremble. Her tongue laved the soft skin, covering it with her warm saliva.

Sally was gasping for breath as Sam began to nibble on the nipple with her teeth. The young girl was quickly transported into a sensuous world where she had never been. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this. Her vagina was pouring juice into the crotch of her leotards. A dark stain began to form, spreading across the white cotton. Suddenly, her hips lifted up and she groaned loudly as an incredible climax began. It started as a tiny tremor in her chest and ran quickly to her pulsing vagina. Then it exploded throughout her body as she screamed in pleasure.

Sam barely heard the scream. She was so engrossed in sucking the warm flesh that Sally was almost done with her climax when she realized what was happening. When she felt the pressure on the back of her neck ease, she pulled away leaving strings of her saliva hanging from her open lips to the breast below. Her head was spinning and her lips were throbbing from the feeling of Sally's breast. She touched her lips with the back of her trembling hand, wiping the saliva from them. Suddenly, she realized what she had just done and almost jumped up, startling Sally and almost throwing her to the floor. "I... I... should... should get us something to eat," she stuttered. Then she turned in confusion and hurried to the kitchen.

    Chapter 5


The two women were mostly silent and avoided eye contact as they ate an early dinner. They were both feeling a little guilty and embarrassed. However, Sally was also elated. What had happened was beyond her wildest dreams. Now she knew that Sam wasn't totally opposed to a little contact with another woman. It was also quite thrilling to know that she could turn on the older woman.

When Sam finally spoke, it almost startled Sally. "Well, since I'm not going to get home for a few days, I need to make a few calls."

"Can... uh... can we work on our essay afterward."

"Yes, that would be an excellent idea," Sam said, thinking that at least that would be a neutral activity. She now realized that it was going to be difficult to be so close to Sally for the next few days. They would need some diversion or she didn't know what might happen. Unfortunately, now that her libido was peaked by their intimate activity, it would be hard to control. And, if the little tremors she still felt between her legs were any indication, it might be impossible for her to keep her hands off of the young girl. She couldn't let that happen. She had too much at stake. She was going to be the wife of the chancellor of the University.

After the dinner dishes were cleared, Sally found some writing paper and sat on the sofa. Sam went in to take a shower and said she would join her in a few minutes. When she came back out, she had on a short white terry cloth robe she found in the bathroom and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She sat on the sofa, a comfortable distance from Sally.

"Do we have a hair dryer?" she asked.

"Uh... no! Damn, that's one thing I forgot. If you sit with your back to the fire, I think it will dry pretty quickly."

"Okay. Let's see what you have so far," Sam said as she reached for the pad. When their hands touched Sam felt and saw sparks. It was probably from the dry air in the room, she thought.

Sally believed that it was because of an entirely different reason. She suppressed a little smile of delight.

Sam read the essay topic ideas that Sally had written down and added a few of her own. They talked quietly for some time about the various topics and narrowed it down to three. One topic that Sally had listed, interestingly enough, was "Lesbianism in Modern Literature". Sam knew that that would shake up the school if it were chosen.

The two of them worked for another hour developing an outline for the various topics. The discussion about lesbianism was somewhat tense but nonetheless interesting. However, they skirted around the real issues in an effort to stay professional.

Sam noticed that Sally had a smile on her face that never left as they discussed women loving women. And she could feel little ripples of excitement beginning again deep inside. She knew she needed to change the subject. "We'll need to get to the library and on the Internet to check some of these out. However, I think we have a great start," Sam said in a professional tone as she assessed the younger woman. Sam had concluded that Sally was a very sharp girl after their many conversations over the past couple of months. She was more than just a pretty face. However, that pretty face kept overshadowing Sam's attempt to play the professional teacher. Every time she would look into her eyes, she would feel little shock waves emanating from between her legs. "I think I had better try to dry my hair if I don't want to go to bed with it wet," she finally said.

"Why don't you sit by the fire and I can brush your hair. That should help dry it quicker."

Sam thought that was innocent enough so she said okay.

"You have beautiful hair," Sally said as she began to run the brush through it.

"Unfortunately, it curls so easily that whenever I get it wet I can't do anything with it."

"Why don't you just let it go curly? I think you would look sexy with naturally curly hair," Sally said, loving stroking her hair with the brush and following it with the touch of her hand.

"Maybe I will," Sam answered as she leaned back into the younger woman. "Oh, that feels so good." There was something so comforting about the way Sally was stroking her hair with the brush and following it down with her hand.

"Listen, I do a great facial massage," Sally said, putting the brush down on the hearth when her hand was hanging smoothly across her shoulders. "Would you like me to do one for you?"

Sam remembered what happened with the last massage. But, how sexual could a facial massage be? she thought. "Well, if you promise to behave," she said with a smile and without admonishment in her voice.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," she responded and returned the smile. "Let me get some cream," Sally said and hurried to her bag that was up in the loft. While she was there, she put on a pair of cut off jeans and a half jersey that barely covered the bottom of her breasts.

When Sam saw Sally hurrying down the stairs, she almost gasped. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with her movement and it almost looked like her jersey would flip up and reveal them any second. Sam tightened her robe around her and shivered.

"Alright, turn around and put your head in my lap. You're in good hands," she joked as she spread a towel across her bare legs. While Sally tried to act calm, she was very nervous. It was such a thrill to know that she was going to get to touch Sam again. And, it was even better that she didn't seem mad at her from what had happened earlier.

"Okay doctor," Sam said as she turned and laid her head in Sally's lap.

Sally turned Sam's face up to her and began to gently massage her temples.

Sam eyes were closed and she moaned as she felt the gentle touch. She is good with her hands, Sam thought as she relaxed into Sally's lap.

Soon Sally's hands moved down to her cheeks. She added a little cream and massaged it into her soft skin. Then her fingers ran under her chin, slipping back upward and across her tight jaw muscles. "Relax," she whispered. "Wait a minute," Sally said and got up. A few minutes later she brought over the radio, two glasses and a bottle of wine. She tuned the radio to a soft classical station and poured a glass of wine. "Would you like a glass?" she asked.

"Uh... I guess," Sam said hesitantly. She wasn't sure she wanted to feel that good. Still, she was feeling so comfortable she thought that one glass couldn't hurt. She took the offered glass and drank about half before leaning back onto Sally's lap again.

Sally started her massage again. She took her time, working on all the tense muscles in Sam's face, using her thumb to guide her hands.

Sam was almost asleep when she felt the hands move down to her neck. She opened her eyes in concern. When she looked up, she realized that she was looking directly up Sally's cut off jersey. She took a deep breath and watched the large globes sway freely back and forth inches from her face. The movement was almost hypnotizing. She could see the lower section of Sally's pale pink nipples. The thought that she had been sucking on one of those just a few hours earlier brought a tremor to her body.

"Are you chilly?" Sally asked when she felt her shiver.

"Uh... no," Sam answered and tried to close her eyes. However, as much as she didn't want to look, her eyes kept opening. She barely noticed when Sally's hands began to move further down her neck. Then, she felt her fingers slip under the opening of her robe. "Sally," she moaned as the hands slipped lower and closer to the swells of her breasts. She knew where this was heading.

"You're so tense," Sally said as her hands reached the beginning slope of Sam's breasts and she gently began kneading the flesh. "Relax. Relax. Relax," she whispered methodically as her hands moved slowly up the slopes. Her hands went deeper under the opening of the robe.

Oh no! Sam thought, here we go again. However, she left her hands lay idly at her sides as she felt her robe being slowly opened. Her heart was pounding in her chest now and knew that she should stop her. When she felt the warmth of the fire on her bare breasts, she knew that she was exposed. However, she was frozen in place and she couldn't even open her eyes. It was almost like it wasn't happening if she didn't see it.

"They're beautiful," Sally gasped as she stared at Sam's breasts. They sat high on her chest, the nipples as hard as pebbles. Sally's hands moved slowly over the heaving orbs. A moan escaped her lips as she closed her fingers around Sam's soft breasts. She could feel her nipples almost burning her palms and she groaned deep in her throat.

"Sally, please," Sam whispered as if she couldn't stop the woman and was somehow powerless. However, this time she wasn't under the influence of the wine. She was tired from her busy day but perfectly sober. In spite of her outward protests, her vagina began to quiver and juice started to run down her thighs.

Sally grew even bolder and as she continued to play with one breast, she reached down and threw her robe completely open. Now she was staring at Sam's body, entirely naked before her. Her eyes traveled downward over her breasts, across her soft stomach and between her legs. She saw that Sam had a light fuzz of pubic hair and wondered if she trimmed it. Her well-shaped thighs were spread slightly apart and her feet were moving nervously back and forth. A little chill ran through her when she saw a glimmer of wetness on her sparse pubic hair.

Sam knew that she should stop the young girl. This was so wrong and so dangerous, she thought. Yet, her only movement was the heaving of her breasts.

Sally's heart was beating rapidly and her hands were trembling as she continued to massage the soft breasts. She noted that Sam's breasts were much smaller than her own but were nonetheless beautiful. They were the size of navel oranges and she was surprised at how firm they felt. Her nipples were long and looked like pencil erasers. She opened her hands and gently rubbed the palms across the hard nubs in a circular fashion.

Sam began to squirm as Sally played with her breasts. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to control her breathing. However, the room seemed to be spinning now. She trembled at the thought that her robe was open and that Sally had a view of her entirely naked body. Still, she made no move to close it. Instead, her legs squirmed open a little further. Whimpers began to come from her lips as the younger woman continued to tease the now throbbing nipples.

Sally leaned down close to Sam's ear. Her tongue came out and she began to lick little circles around her ear. She could see goose bumps on Sam's body. Then she took a deep breath and whispered, "Play with yourself. I want to watch." Her heart almost stopped as she held her breath and waited for an answer.

"Oh Jesus," Sam moaned but she didn't move.

Sally reached down and found one of Sam's trembling hands and placed it between the older woman's legs. She pressed her middle finger down on Sam's, forcing her finger to slide between the fat lips.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned as her fingers felt her swollen sex lips. Her legs spread wider and her fingers began to move automatically between the inner lips.

From above, Sally had a wonderful view of Sam's now juice-covered fingers moving between her legs. She could feel her own vagina pulsing and dripping her juice. It was incredibly exciting to watch. Oh how she wanted to be the one touching Sam but she feared that that would be going too far at this point. She feared that she would jump up and leave her if she moved too fast. One of her hands continued to caress Sam's breast and the other rubbed the side her face gently as she watched in fascination.

Sam was lost in a sensual fog as her finger began to work up and down between her swollen lips. A low moan escaped her lips when her finger slipped inside for the first time. Her body began to tremble. Then, her finger slipped out and touched her swollen clit. At the same time, Sally bent over and kissed her. That was all it took. A long and low scream escaped her mouth.

Sally held the older woman tightly, continuing to kiss her as she felt her body convulsing in pleasure. "That's it, that's it," she whispered as the older woman trembled in her arms.

"Mpppphhhhh!!!" Sam grunted as pleasure rushed up and down her body. It seemed to go on for a long time until finally she began to relax with only tiny whimpers escaping her lips.

A few minutes later, Sam opened her eyes and saw Sally smiling down at her.

"Was it good?" Sally whispered rhetorically.

Sam moaned and her face turned red with embarrassment. Then, she felt Sally grab the wrist of the hand between her legs. She watched curiously as she raised it to her mouth. Then, a gasp escaped her lips as Sally slid the fingers into her mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she sucked her wet fingers. She had never tasted anything quite like it. Sure, she had tasted herself but this was different, somehow sweeter. She could feel her own vagina pulsing like she was close to a climax.

Sam sighed as she watched the young girl clean her fingers. When she was done, she looked up at her as if she were a petulant child. "Did you bring me up here to seduce me?" she asked in an exhausted voice. It was a simple question with no animosity.

"No. However, the thought did cross my mind," Sally answered honestly.

When Sam didn't respond, Sally asked, "Are you mad at me?" There was a worried look on her face now.

Sam remained quiet for some time thinking of her answer. The easy and truthful answer was no. However, the consequences of that answer could be difficult to deal with. She was feeling something very special for Sally and that could complicate her life. The truth was that she wasn't angry at all. At that moment, she was feeling very satisfied and even loved--something she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Instead of answering the question, Sam reached up and pulled Sally's mouth down to hers. A charge of electricity ran through her and her vagina began to throb again as soon as her soft lips were pressed to her again. She had never responded so quickly after having a climax, especially considering how intense it had been.

Sally's heart was beating fast again and she wanted to leap for joy at Sam's response. Then, she moaned in frustration as Sam pulled her lips away.

Suddenly, a very naughty thought went through Sam's mind. It was entirely crazy but the young girl had cast a spell over her and she could no longer deny it. There were secret thoughts hidden in her mind that had suddenly been brought to the surface. Thoughts that she would never admit to before this day. Do I dare? she thought as she bit her lip with indecision. Throwing caution to the wind, Sam looked into Sally's eyes and said, "I want... I want you to... to do something for me." Her voice was trembling and her insides were churning.

"Anything," Sally said excitedly.

"I... I... want you to... to masturbate for me. I want... I want to watch you do it," Sam said, her voice dropping low, almost fading out. Then her face turned three shades of red and she looked away, suddenly regretting her request.

Sally's eyes grew wide with surprise. Did I hear her correctly? she thought and asked, "Really?"

"Yessss," Sam whispered, afraid to look up at the young girl's face. This was the craziest thing she had ever done. She had always been the proper one, a real conservative. Yet, now she was asking this young girl to do something very nasty. I must be losing my mind! she thought. Yet, there was tingling throughout her body. It was as if an inner person was screaming to get out, someone other than "Professor Edwards". It was a warm and sensuous person who had long denied her true feelings.

"Alright," Sally quickly agreed and almost jumped up, leaving Sam on the floor below her. She reached for the snap in her cut off shorts and then pulled the zipper down. Slowly, almost as if she were stripping, she opened her shorts and began to push them down. She watched Sam's eyes as her soft flesh was revealed. When the shorts dropped to her feet, she inched forward until her bare vagina was almost directly above Sam's surprised face.

"Oh!" Sam exclaimed as she looked up at the wet and bald vagina. From this angle, she had a perfect view of Sally's juice beginning to run from her swollen lips. It was trickling down her thighs in a shiny stream. Sam unconsciously licked her lips. "Why... why do you... you shave yourself?" she asked.

"I guess because it's so much more sensual. Do you like it?" she said, reaching down to gently rub the smooth surface with her fingers.

"Uh... yes, I think I do," Sam whispered.

"I love the smooth skin way it feels under my fingers," she added as she slowly slid her fingers between the lips, smearing them with her copious juice. Then she gently rubbed the shiny liquid over the surface, coating the skin with the sticky juice. A moan escaped her lips. "Maybe we should do yours," Sally said breathlessly, only half facetiously.

Sam tore her eyes from the young girl's crotch and looked up at Sally's sparkling eyes. She slowly shook her head no but her heart was fluttering in her chest. In her mind she was thinking of how Larry would react to something like that. Not very well, she was afraid.

Sally turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Come closer," she said to Sam, her throat suddenly very dry. She watched the woman move as if in a trance. As Sam knelt close to her feet, she lifted her legs, placed her feet on the sofa and spread her thighs wide. She slid down slightly, opening herself and displaying her swollen sex lips obscenely. A moment of embarrassment rushed through her. The only other person that had had such a view of her was her doctor.

Sam was finding it hard to get her breath as she watched the young girl display herself so blatantly; seemingly unashamed that another woman was staring at her private parts.

The light from the fire gave Sam a perfect view of the pretty girl's treasures. Her eyes stared directly into her swollen vagina. It's beautiful! she thought. I never realized how pretty a woman's sex organ could be! She was totally amazed at the revelation.

It was the first time Sam had ever seen a vagina close up. She had never even looked closely at her own. Whenever she went for a gynecological visit, she wondered how someone could make that his or her profession. Now she thought, if they all looked like this, it would be a wonderful job.

Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted as Sally brought her hand down to her pulsing sex organ and moaned. Sam watched with her eyes as wide as saucers as the young woman began to massage her inner lips, opening herself. She could see her copious juices streaming out like a river now. Suddenly, she was very much aware of her own vagina as it began to throb again. She could even smell Sally's excitement.

"Oh God, yes, watch me, watch me play with myself. It's soooo exciting," Sally hissed as she plunged her finger into her sopping hole. She stared at the older woman's eyes, which were totally focused on her sexual parts. She could see wonder and excitement and that made her hole quiver and pulse on her finger.

Soon the room was filled with the slopping sucking sound of Sally's finger moving in and out of her clinching hole. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them and her hips were moving up and down. Within seconds, her hand was covered with her juice and it splattered on her thighs. She tried desperately to keep her eyes open but the pleasure was too great.

Sam could hardly get her breath as she watched the spectacle before her. She had never seen anything so obscene or exciting. She wasn't even the one masturbating; yet her vagina throbbed in excitement and she could almost feel the fingers moving inside her.

"Oh Gooooddddddd Sammmmm!!!" Sally groaned as her body began to convulse in climax. "Yes, yes, yes, Ohhhhh!!! I'm going to cummmmmm." Suddenly, her vagina throbbed and juice began to pour over her fingers and run in little rivers down her cheeks below.

Sam watched with her mouth opened and her breath coming in gasps as if she had been running a marathon. She couldn't believe the amount of juice that was coming from Sally's hole. Suddenly, a little tremor went through her own vagina and she felt her own juice running from between her swollen lips and dripping to the floor. Her hips squirmed and she desperately wanted to touch herself.

Before Sally had even recovered, Sam was on her feet. Suddenly, she was embarrassed again. "Uh... uh, it's late and I think I'll go to bed. Goodnight," she said, leaving Sally shocked and worried that she had gone too far.

Sally watched Sam rush upstairs. She sat silently for a few minutes until finally, she got up and went to take a shower, hoping that Sam wasn't mad at her. After all, she was the one that asked to see her masturbate! she thought.

When Sally finished her shower, she quietly went upstairs. She could see Sam lying on her side facing away from her. Gently, she took off her bathrobe and crawled into bed naked. She lay awake for a long time, a million thoughts going through her head. Several times she started to turn over and touch Sam but she hesitated and tears came to her eyes.

It was much later that night when Sally awoke for some unknown reason. Then she felt the bed gently moving and heard a little whimper. She glanced over and saw Sam lying on her back with her eyes closed. Sally might have thought she was asleep but then she saw the blanket moving. Suddenly, she realized that Sam was masturbating. As gently as possible, she turned over and inched closer to the softly moaning woman. Then, boldly she reached over and placed her hand on Sam's naked thigh.

Sam's body tensed when she felt the touch of the younger woman. But she shivered and sucked in her breath excitedly. Her first thought was a feeling of embarrassment at being caught. Then, she didn't care as she felt Sally's hand begin to move.

Slowly, Sally moved her hand up Sam's thigh. Her fingers moved across the soft skin until they reached Sam's own hands. Gently, she slipped her fingers under Sam's until she could feel her wet pubic hair. A smile crossed her lips when Sam made no move to stop her. She slowly slid her finger through the soft hair until it touched her swollen lips. It was Sally's turn to moan as she felt the vagina of another woman for the first time in her life. She heard Sam begin to whimper again as her finger moved softly across the wet flesh of her inner lips.

Sam's head was spinning with excitement and just a little fear. She wanted to stop Sally but her gentle fingers felt too good. Instead, she let her hands fall to her sides and her legs spread wider, sighing in resignation. "Oh Goddddd!!!" she hissed as the girl's finger slowly slid into her body.

Sally could feel the walls of Sam's vagina throbbing and squeezing her finger. Her own finger had been inside her body many times, but this was different. It was even more exciting. She twisted her finger around, massaging the rippled walls of the sexy older woman's vagina. Juice began to run down her finger and cover her hand. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she began to move her finger in and out. She bent her head closer and captured one of Sam's nipples in her mouth.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned and pushed her hips upward, forcing the finger deeply into her. She knew that she wasn't going to be able to take much of this. Then she felt Sally add a second finger. "Oh God Sally," she moaned. Several seconds later, her body began to tremble like she had received an electric shock. Then every muscle tensed. "Ohhhhhh Goddddddd!!!" she screamed as a strong climax ripped through her.

Sally was surprised at the speed and intensity of Sam's orgasm. It seemed to go on for such a long time. She could feel the walls of her vagina throbbing with each wave of pleasure that rippled through the older woman. Now her hand was soaked with Sam's sex juices.

As soon as Sam's climax was over, she again felt embarrassment. She lay stiffly, looking up at the ceiling. Sally's hand was still lying on her pubic mound. Abruptly, she rolled to her side and away from Sally. She was so confused. She had never felt like this and it scared her.

For an instant, Sally felt rejected again and frowned. However, she also understood Sam's emotions. Then a smile crossed her lips. It had been a wonderful evening and events had progressed far beyond anything she could have hoped for. Talking a chance, Sally moved toward Sam and snuggled up behind her in a spoon fashion. A chill ran through her when she felt Sam's naked body next to her own.

At the touch of Sally's soft breasts to her back, Sam shivered. Then she felt the younger woman's arm circle her and her hand reach for her breast. Her first impulse was to push her hand away. But, suddenly an overwhelming feeling of comfort came over her and she relaxed and pushed back into the younger woman. Sam had never felt more loved than at that moment. She wondered why she was fighting it so much. A cascade of emotions rushed over her and tears began to stream from her eyes and she wasn't even sure why. Was it because this was something she had longed for all her life and had denied it? Or, was it from guilt and shame at what she had allowed to happen? Consciously she couldn't answer the question, but deep in her soul she knew the answer. She pulled Sally's hand up to her lips and gently kissed it and then rubbed it to her wet cheek.

Behind her, Sally sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, her heart almost bursting with joy. Within minutes, they were both asleep

    Chapter 6


The smell of coffee brewing and bacon cooking awoke Sam. She opened her eyes and stretched. A feeling of great euphoria rushed over her and she smiled. All of her upbringing told her that what had happened last night was wrong. However, every other part told her it was so right. It was like she had an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. They were arguing right and wrong. But, she couldn't tell which position the angel or the devil was taking.

Sam got out of bed and put her robe on and walked barefooted down the stairs. The fireplace was already roaring and the house was filled with warmth. She padded into the kitchen and saw Sally standing at the stove with her back to her. She had an urge to walk up and hug her. However, she had to talk to her before they went any further. She saw that her place at the table was already set and a hot cup of coffee was waiting. Sally must have heard her get up, she thought with a smile.

"Good morning," Sam said as she sat down at the table.

There was a glowing smile on Sally's face as she turned around. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Wonderfully," Sam answered, taking a sip of coffee and looking into the pretty girl's bright face. Butterflies began to stir in her stomach when she saw the pure look of love on her face. Sam's own face flushed hot and she had to look away. "Snowing again," she said, nodding at the window.

"It does that a lot up here. You hungry?"

"Starved."

"I thought we would fire up the snowmobiles today," Sally said as she brought a plate of bacon and eggs over and set it on the table.

"I don't know how to drive one of those things," Sam said.

"Well, if you like, you can just ride with me."

"That might be safer for all of us," Sam said with a laugh. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"No, I already ate," she answered and then added with a smile, "I'll just watch you."

Sam started to respond but stopped. She could see a look of devotion in the pretty girl's eyes... or was it something more? A chill went down her spine as she began to eat.

When breakfast was over, Sally got up from the table to get the snowsuits. However, Sam stopped her, taking her hand and leading her to the sofa.

"We need to talk first," Sam said seriously as she sat on the sofa next to Sally.

Sally's smile turned to a frown. Here it comes! she thought.

Sam took Sally's hand and held it in her lap. She looked at their entwined fingers as she said, "Sally... uh... what we have done... is wr..." Sam paused. "Oh damn, I can't say it was wrong. But, most people would frown on it to say the least... not to mention the school."

Sally looked at Sam, afraid of where she was going with this.

"You know I have... have a reputation to maintain at the school. It's... it's very important to my husband and my careers. Any rumor like this could destroy us. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"I... I guess," Sally said. Suddenly she was worried that Sam wanted them to end it now.

"Sally, whatever happens or has happened here must be kept between us. Do you understand?" she said, looking into the girl's eyes.

Sally's face changed from a frown to a glow. "Yes, of course!" she almost screamed, the word "happens" echoing in her brain. Then her arms flew out and circled Sam.

"Wait sweetie," Sam said with a smile, pushing the young girl back and taking her cheeks in her hand. "Also, when... when we leave here, it has to end. Do you understand that?"

Suddenly Sally's face turned serious again. Tears began to fill her eyes as her head moved slowly up and down. "I understand," she whispered and dropped her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sam felt tears drop on her hands. Her own eyes filled with tears. "It... it just has to be that way," she said as she turned Sally's head up to face her. "Let's just enjoy the time we have here, okay?" Sam smiled as she used her thumbs to wipe away the tears on Sally's cheeks.

Sally smiled in spite of her sadness and her head moved up and down.

Sam leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. She heard a moan come from deep in Sally's throat. Then, the young girl's hands reached up to caress Sam's robe-covered breast. Sam grabbed her hands and smiled. "Let's get dressed and go for a ride."

The speed of the snowmobile forced snow to stream into the two women's goggles as they flew across the open field. Sam's arms were wrapped around Sally's waist and she held on tight. It was an exhilarating ride across the cold and wind swept fields. The noise of the straining engine echoed across the valleys as the snowmobile ploughed across the snow.

Sally handled the powerful machine like an expert. She had learned to ride when she was very young and routinely beat her father in races. However, she was somewhat of a daredevil in nature.

As they sped across the powdery snow at forty miles an hour, Sam became concerned when she saw that the ground in front of them dropped off into a deep ravine.

However, before they could hurtle across the chasm, Sally swung the machine sideways throwing a plum of snow into the air and bringing the machine to an abrupt halt.

Sam let out a sigh of relief.

The two women got off the vehicle, pulled their hoods back, slipped their goggles off, and stood looking out over the frozen valley below. The noise of the engine was still echoing in their ears. Suddenly though, everything was silent and still. The only thing moving were several large birds sweeping across the sky searching for food. The sun had broken out and was shimmering on the seemingly endless hills of snow. As Sam stood looking at the scene in amazement, Sally stepped behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. She pressed her cold cheek to Sam.

Sam sighed and leaned back into her. They stood in the embrace for a long time before Sally turned Sam in her arms. They were face to face now, their lips but inches from one another. Without a word, their heads moved forward. Both of them moaned as their lips came together.

The wind gusted through the trees, whipping up snow and blowing it across the kissing women. They barely noticed as their tongue dueled and their hearts filled with passion. It was a soul-wrenching kiss for both women. They stood motionless with only their lips and tongues moving. Their bulky snowsuits separated their suddenly very warm bodies.

Finally, Sam pulled away. "Whew, these snow suits are hot," she joked.

"I told you so. That's why I'm naked underneath."

"Sally!" Sam exclaimed and laughed.

"Look," Sally replied and pulled the zipper down all the way down to her crotch. Then she opened the suit to reveal that she was telling the truth.

Sam gasped as the looked at the large breasts and then down at the smooth skin between her legs. She hadn't noticed that Sally had put the suit on without clothes. Now, Sam's eyes stared at Sally's nearly naked body. Then, she threw off her gloves and reached her cold hands quickly into the suit and grasped both breasts in a teasing fashion.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sally moaned as Sam's hands caressed her warm flesh.

The intent had been to make Sally squeal and teach her a lesson about being so brazen. However, the reaction was very different from what Sam expected.

Sally's eyes closed and she moaned in excitement.

Sam began to move her hands on Sally's warm breasts. Her thumbs moved across the smooth surface making the young girl shiver with excitement rather than the cold. Sam moaned as their lips went back together. Slowly she moved her hand downward.

"Oh God," Sally gasped when Sam's hand slipped between her legs.

Suddenly, Sam was touching another woman's vagina for the first time in her life. It felt so different from her own because of the lack of hair. She cupped the fat outer lips in her hand and squeezed, bringing a moan from the young girl. Sam moved her finger between the lips and hesitated. Slowly she pushed her finger upward.

Now both of them moaned as Sam's finger went into another woman's body for the first time in her life. She felt her own vagina throb and clench as Sally's did the same on her finger. Her cold finger became immediately warm as it was coated with Sally's juices. She was again amazed at the amount of lubricant the young girl produced. Within seconds, her hand was covered with her slick fluid.

Sally began to move her hips up and down on the probing finger, taking it deeply into her with each downward thrust. Another gasp escaped her lips when Sam slid a second finger into her. Suddenly she trembled in the older woman's arms and a strong and unexpected climax hit her. Her knees almost buckled and Sam had to hold her up, waiting for her trembling to stop.

Sam heard her groan as she pulled her wet fingers from between her legs. "That was pretty amazing," she said, still holding her tightly again. "Do you climax that quickly all of the time?"

"No, just with you," she replied and her rosy cheeks turned a deeper red.

"I'm glad. Now close your suit up before you get frost bitten," Sam laughed and pinched one of her nipples making her squeal.

"Thank you," Sally said when she was zipped up. Then she kissed Sam's lips quickly and hurried over to the snowmobile. She started it up and Sam got on behind her. As they pulled away, Sam pulled herself closer to Sally's back.

The two women rode the noisy machine for miles, speeding through the woods and up and down the snow-covered hills. Finally, when their gas began to run low, Sally slowed down. "We had better head back," she yelled over the noise of the motor.

"Okay," Sam answered.

A few minutes later they were walking into the cabin, stamping their feet to get the snow off of their boots and snowsuits. Then, Sam walked over to the fire and stripped off her suit. Underneath, she had worn her sweatpants and tee shirt. When she saw Sally come over and begin to unzip her suit, she stopped and stared.

Sally saw her eyes and slowly pulled the zipper down until it was completely open. Then, she quickly let it fall from her shoulders, leaving her naked.

Sam's face flushed red as she stared at the naked teenager. It was the first time Sam had seen her totally naked. She already knew that Sally had a great body but she had no idea how well proportioned she was. While her breasts were large and her waist narrow, she didn't look top heavy. Her breasts were firm and sat proudly on her chest. It almost looked like she had a bit of baby fat around her waist, but otherwise; there wasn't an ounce of fat on her. Sam's eyes focused on her breasts and felt a little thrill go through her. Sally's nipples were very different from her own. At that moment, they looked so kissable, she thought and felt her face flush hot. Her eyes moved lower. The soft line of her hips flared out giving her a perfect hourglass shape. She let out a little gasp as she looked between her legs. Her fat inner sex lips were protruding from the larger, smoothly shaven outer lips and they were still wet from her climax.

When Sam looked up, she saw Sally staring at her and her face colored. "Uh... would you like something to... uh eat?"

Sally slowly moved her head up and down. However, she didn't turn toward the kitchen. Instead, she stepped over and grabbed Sam's hand and began pulling her toward the steps.

"What... ?" Sam started to say but followed her, wondering where she was going. Suddenly, she realized that she was pulling her upstairs to the bed. For a second she thought of resisting but when she saw her naked buttocks swaying in front of her eyes she became mesmerized. She watched the seductive motion as she followed the young girl up the steps. Between Sally's legs, she could see her sex lips squeezed between her thighs. With each step, she felt her own vagina begin to quiver in anticipation.

When they reached the top of the stairs, Sally pushed Sam toward the bed.

"Sally, what are you..." Sam started to say. Sally stopped her when she reached out and pulled her tee shirt over her breasts and then over her head. Sam began to tremble, as she now stood half-naked in front of the young girl. Her arms felt like lead weights and her knees almost buckled as Sally knelt and slowly pulled her sweat pants down her hips and then from her feet. Suddenly, she almost wished she had worn panties as she watched the young girl staring at her bare vagina from inches away.

Sally reluctantly stood up. There was fire flashing in her eyes as she stared into Sam's eyes. Then she stepped forward and took her into an embrace. Both women moaned as their breasts pressed together and nipples touched. Then, their lips met and their moans were cut off.

Slowly, Sally pressed Sam backward toward the bed. Sam didn't seem to have the strength to resist. She quickly found herself on her back with Sally lying half on top of her with her lips moving quickly back to her mouth. "Sally..." Sam said again until Sally's lips cut off her words. However, she didn't know what she was going to say anyway--was it stop or please continue?

Sally pushed her tongue deep into Sam's warm mouth as she pressed their naked chests together. Her heart was beating so hard that she was sure that Sam could feel it. She gasped for breath as she pulled her lips from Sam's and began to kiss down her cheek to her neck. Slowly, her lips crossed the crook of her neck, her tongue coming out to lick the warm skin. When she reached Sam's ear, she felt her shiver and goose bumps appeared on her naked body.

"Mmmm," Sam moaned as Sally's tongue licked into her ear. Then she heard her whisper something. However, blood was pumping so hard in her head that she didn't hear what she said. "What?" she asked breathlessly.

"I... I want to eat you!" Sally whispered again, her voice louder and trembling just a bit.

"Oh God," was Sam's only response.

Sally took that as an okay and began to kiss back down her neck. Her lips moved slowly, planting little butterfly kisses on her soft skin as she went lower. When her lips were at the swells of Sam's heaving breasts she pulled back. "I love your breasts," she whispered as she stared at the gorgeous round swells capped with very hard nipples. A moan, almost a whimper, escaped her lips as her head dropped and she took one into her mouth.

"Sallllllyyyy!!!" Sam screamed as the mouth covered her sensitive nipples and then began to suck. Suddenly, she felt her vagina begin to spasm. She squeezed her legs, pinching her swollen lips between her thighs in an attempt to control her excitement. It didn't work. "Ohhhhh!!!" she whimpered as a totally unexpected climax began to rush through her.

When Sally felt Sam's body trembling, she pulled her lips from her nipples and saw that Sam's eyes were tightly closed and she was gasping for breath. When she realized that Sam was climaxing she dropped her head and took the nipple into her mouth again, sucking hard.

Sam grabbed Sally's head and pulled her mouth tightly to her breasts almost smothering the poor girl with her soft flesh. She held her there, her legs squirming back and forth until her climax waned and then she released her head.

A smile crossed Sally's face and her head dropped down to gently kiss her still hard nipple, making a smacking sound with her lips. Then, she began to kiss down the orb and onto the flat of her stomach. Another smile crossed her lips when she felt her belly quiver. Then, she felt Sam's hands in her hair.

Sam entwined her fingers in the young girl's hair and began to gently push her downward. "Oh God Sally," she hissed as she felt her lips leaving a wet trail across her stomach. She felt the young girl's tongue come out and lick across her bellybutton and then lower. However, she moved agonizingly slowly. Sam's hips began to move up and down in anticipation.

When Sally's lips reached Sam's pubic hair, she moved even slower.

"Oh Sally, pleaseeee!!!" Sam begged, no longer playing coy. She wanted her to eat her now. She wanted it more than anything ever in her life.

"Please what?" Sally whispered teasingly.

Sam hesitated, blood pumping though her veins and making her dizzy. "Please... please Sally... eat meeeee!!!" she finally screamed, her fingers gripping her head and pushing.

Sally felt her heart skip a beat as she allowed Sam to push her head ever closer to her center. When she felt Sam's soft pubic hair under her lips again, she shifted her head and kissed toward Sam's thigh. She heard her moan in frustration and smiled, kissing down her thigh. Then she moved around until she was kneeling between her legs. She looked up briefly and saw that Sam's eyes were still tightly closed and that her breasts were heaving with each breath. Then she lifted her thighs until the back of her knees rested on her shoulders. Slowly, she kissed down one soft thigh before switching to the other.

Suddenly, Sam was going mad with desire. Sally was driving her crazy with her teasing and she couldn't wait to have her mouth on her vagina. Yet, when she grasped her hair and tried to bring her mouth to her swollen lips, she resisted still. "Sally, please!" Sam almost screamed.

Sally pushed Sam's legs upward until her thighs were pressed to her chest. Now she looked down and saw her swollen sex spread before her. God, how she had fantasized about this very moment since she had first laid eyes on Sam! Now there was nothing between her and Sam's sweet vagina. She looked up at Sam one last time and then dropped her head.

"Ahhhheeeeee!!!" Sam screamed as she felt a woman's mouth on her for the first time in her life. Larry had performed oral sex on her several times during their married life, but it was nothing compared to this. It was as if her soul were being sucked into Sally's mouth. Her hips lifted up and she pulled her hair harshly.

"Mmmm!!!" Sally moaned as the soft and very wet flesh of her lover covered her mouth. It felt like her lips and chin had been pressed into a warm melon. It was a dream come true for her. Sam tasted sweeter than she had dared to hope. Unable to wait any longer, she pushed her tongue between the lips and into her juice filled hole. When she pulled it back into her mouth, she thought she would pass out as her sweet taste consumed her senses. Then she sucked the swollen lips into her mouth again, first one fat lip and then the other. She gently nibbled at the swollen flesh with her teeth, listening to Sam's moans of pleasure.

Even after climaxing so recently, Sam felt her body begin to race toward another. Then, when she felt Sally suck her swollen clit between her lips, skyrockets went off and she screamed, lifting her hips. Suddenly, every part of her body was on fire. Her heart was beating fast and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. "Ahhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!" she screamed as a climax like she had never experienced before, rushed through her. It consumed every fiber of her body, shaking her to the core.

Sally tried desperately to keep her mouth on Sam's vagina as her hips bucked upward. She swallowed time and again as her juice poured from her in a steady stream. Sam's pleasure had become her own now. She was lost in the sensuous delight of the older woman's climax and barely realized that she was done until she felt her pushing her head away. She looked up and saw a weak smile on her exhausted face. Sally smiled back and bent to gently plant kisses on her still throbbing groin.

Finally, Sally lifted her head and looked at the pretty woman lying exhausted beneath her. "Now, I'll fix us some real food," she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She crawled up Sam's body and gently kissed her lips. "Relax here, I'll call you when it's ready."

Sam was still in a sensual fog and couldn't respond. She watched the young girl get off the bed and grab a tee shirt to pull over her naked body. However, the shirt only came to the middle of her buttocks, leaving the lower half bare. She turned to smile sweetly over her shoulder and wiggled her butt, then giggled like a schoolgirl. Then she was gone down the stairs.

    Chapter 7


Sam lay in bed listening to the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen as she recovered from the intensity of her orgasm. Her body was still tingling all over. In her thirty years, she had never experienced anything close to what had just happened. She never knew that sex could be that good. And, what could she say about Sally. Every time she saw her face in her mind, her heart would burn with fire and butterflies would start fluttering in her stomach. She had never felt this way about someone before, even when she had fallen in love with Larry. Then, as she lay and watched it start to snow again, a feeling of dread came over her. She couldn't deny her feelings for Sally after what had happened. However, this was going to add more complications to her already complicated life.

Since there weren't any obvious answers, Sam decided to deal with the issues later. She crawled out of bed and started to put her clothes on. Then, she stopped when she picked up her sweatpants--they needed washing. Unfortunately, she was running out of clean clothes because this was supposed to be a one-day trip. She sighed and then reached over and grabbed the top sheet from the bed, wrapping it around her.

Sally turned around from the stove when she heard Sam come into the kitchen. She smiled when she saw the pretty woman standing just inside the doorway with the sheet wrapped around her. Her hair was messed up and she looked somewhat exhausted but she still looked beautiful. Then, Sally's smile grew wider when she saw Sam open her arms wide with the sheet in her hands, exposing her naked body. She quickly removed the pan from the stove and rushed over and stepped into her embrace. A second later they were kissing passionately.

Sam held the sheet around Sally, wrapping her in a cocoon, their warm naked bodies pressed together. A little chill went through her when she realized that she could still taste her own juice on her lips. Slowly her hands slid down her back as the kiss continued. When she felt Sally's naked buttocks, she grasped them in her hands and squeezed.

Sally started to squirm in her embrace as she felt the fingers moving further downward. She caught her breath and forced herself away from Sam. "Dinner... uh... dinner is going to burn," she stuttered in warning and then kissed Sam's lips quickly and pulled reluctantly away from her to hurry back to the stove.

Sam sighed and sat down at the table, her eyes never leaving the pretty young woman. Several times Sally turned and smiled at her, grabbing the back of her tee shirt as if to try and cover her half bare butt. It wasn't possible.

Sally cooked up some hamburger and added barbecue sauce to make "Sloppy Joe's". She opened a couple cans of vegetables and had a quick meal ready in a few minutes. Then she got a bottle of wine from the refrigerator and poured them each a glass.

The two women ate dinner quietly as they stared at one another. There weren't any words to describe how they felt. There weren't any necessary.

Sam had let the sheet slip carelessly down her back, baring her chest. Every time she looked at Sally, she saw her smiling. It was as if the smile was burned onto her face. She watched her mouth move as she ate and felt a thrill go through her at the thought of where those lips had been just a few minutes ago. At one point, she reached over with her napkin and wiped the corner of Sally's mouth. It was a simple act, but one that said volumes about their quickly developing relationship.

When they were done, Sam grabbed Sally's hand and said, "Leave the dishes. I'll do them later." She led the willing woman into the living room. When she sat down, she opened the sheet and let Sally sit close to her with their naked thighs touching. Then, she put her arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

They sat and talked for a long time cuddled in the sheet, enjoying the fire and the closeness.

"Thanks for inviting me up here. I think I really needed the time away," Sam said quietly.

"You're not mad at me then for getting you stuck in the middle of nowhere?"

Sam turned her face to her and said, "Of course not. It isn't your fault. Besides, I can't remember the last time I felt so relaxed. Sometimes, we have to be forced to slow down."

Sally smiled and snuggled into Sam's arm.

The closeness of the sexy girl began to excite Sam again. She turned her face to her and kissed her tenderly. Her tongue came out and licked around Sally's lips before slipping into her mouth. Sally moaned and sucked her tongue, drawing her saliva into her own mouth. When their lips parted, they were both breathing heavily.

Under the confines of the sheet, Sam felt Sally's hand on her breast. She returned the favor, cupping and kneading her breast as well. Then Sam dropped her head and worked her lips around Sally's neck until she was licking her ear. Sally shivered and moaned.

"I... I want to do it... to... to you," Sam said, her voice a hoarse whisper. Her heart was thumping in her chest as if she had been running.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sally moaned at the words. "You don't have to do that," she answered.

"I want to. I want to pleasure you like you did me. Please!"

"Oh God Sam, just hearing you say that has almost made me climax."

"Sit still," Sam instructed and stood up. She pulled the sheet away and knelt at Sally's feet, putting a cushion on the floor for her knees. She wanted to take it slow. "Put your feet on the sofa like you did last night," she whispered and then blushed at her bold order.

"Oh Jesus," Sally moaned and lifted her feet up on the sofa. Her knees automatically spreading as she slid her butt down slightly. She could already feel her lips swelling and becoming wet with juice.

Sam stared between the younger woman's legs. Like last night, she had a perfect view of her sex lips, however, this time she wasn't going to just watch her masturbate; she was going to put her mouth on her sex. Suddenly, her breathing was labored and she could feel chills running up and down her spine. She reached out with her hands and spread her legs wider, forcing her sex lips open slightly. "Oh my," she gasped when she saw the stream of juice beginning to run out of her hole. As her face drew near, she could smell her excitement and that made her own vagina throb. With shaking hands, she reached forward and gently touched the swollen lips, slowly opening them to reveal the pink insides of her cavern. "You're beautiful," she whispered almost to herself. She stared at the smooth outer lips and the fat inner lips, marveling at the intricacy. At the top sat Sally's clit. It was swollen now and had slipped out of the little skin cover. It almost appeared to be throbbing.

"Oh God Sam, what are you doing to me?" Sally said as her excitement grew until it was almost unbearable. She could feel the older woman's eyes burning into her exposed flesh. It had been exciting last night when she let Sam watch her masturbate but this was far more exciting. She knew that in just a minute, she would have a mouth on her sex for the first time ever. While she had dreamed of that since the first time she masturbated at a young age, she never expected to actually have a woman do it to her. She held her breath as Sam's face drew closer. She began to tremble and felt a burning in her chest.

Sam was close enough now to touch Sally's vagina with her tongue. However, instead of licking her, she blew warm air onto her swollen sex. She smiled when she saw Sally squirm and heard her moan. Then, she stuck out her tongue and gently lapped upward, covering most of the inner flesh and spreading her slick cream across her tongue.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sally moaned and slid her hips lower wanting her tongue desperately. Then her hips lifted from the sofa.

Sam pulled back and smiled at the moaning woman. Suddenly, she could taste Sally in her mouth. Her heart fluttered when she realized how sweet she tasted and her mouth watered. However, she didn't immediately go back for more. Instead, she slid her tongue over her baby smooth outer lips. When she felt no stubble, she wondered briefly how Sally made it so smooth. It was only a fleeting thought as she had more important things to explore. Once she reached the top, she skipped over her clit and lapped down the other fat lip.

"Jesus Sam, please," Sally moaned in frustration as her hands gripped the sofa until her knuckles turned white.

"In a minute sweetie. Be patient. In a minute I'm suck that sweet pussy into my mouth," Sam whispered using words that rarely came out of her mouth. She was enjoying this too much to rush. Again, she opened the young girls sex lips, but this time she sucked one swollen inner lip into her mouth, nibbling it gently with her teeth. Then, switched to the other, holding the flesh in her mouth and lapping it rapidly with her tongue.

Suddenly, Sally couldn't take anymore teasing. Her hands left the sofa and grabbed Sam's hair. She pushed her hips upward and pulled her face into her moist hole. Almost in a reflex action, her legs wrapped around Sam's neck, holding her prisoner.

Instead of fighting it, Sam moaned and stuck out her tongue. The combined movement forced the probing digit as deeply as it could go. The taste, the smell, and the feel of Sally's throbbing sex surrounded her. It was like an aphrodisiac and made her pulse with need.

"Ahhhheeeee!!!" Sally screamed, as the probing tongue pierced the slick walls of her vagina. Suddenly, Sally couldn't get her breath. Desperately sucking air into her lungs, she threw her head back screamed, "Yes, yes, yes, oh God, suck meeeee!!!"

The pressure of Sally's hands on the back of her head and her legs wrapped around her neck forced Sam's mouth to stay buried in the warm flesh. For a second, she almost panicked as both her mouth and nose was covered. However, she lifted up slightly so that she could breath through her nose. Immediately, her mouth was filled with Sally's sticky cream. She swallowed and her mouth filled again.

The room was spinning out of control for Sally. Nothing in her young life had prepared her for the incredible pleasure of Sam's mouth. Her hips began to buck upward as her hands pulled her hair. Deep inside, she started to tremble as waves of electricity shot through her body. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she groaned. Then, her hips lifted off the sofa and she froze. "Sammmmmmm," she screamed as her body began to convulse in pleasure.

Sam barely heard the scream because of the thighs covering her ears. Her face was almost buried. So tight was the pressure from Sally's thighs that she could barely move her head. She wrenched her face from side to side and used her tongue to work over every inch of her pulsing sex. Even her nose came into play as she gently rubbed it on the swollen nub of her clit. Sally's juice was smeared from one side of her face to the other and from her chin to her forehead. Her face had suddenly become a sticky mess, but she loved it.

As the young woman's gasps for breath lessened, the tension began to drain from her body.

Gradually, the pressure on the back of Sam's head eased. Finally the older woman sat back with a smile on her face. She looked up and saw that Sally's eyes were closed and her arms were lying motionless at her sides. Her thighs were also lying motionless on her shoulders. She was breathing heavily still, but she wasn't otherwise moving. It appeared that she was asleep.

When she didn't respond after a few minutes, Sam lifted her legs and placed them gently on the sofa, studying her face. She suddenly realized that Sally had passed out. Sam felt a moment of fear. However, her regular breathing indicated that she was okay.

Sam left Sally on the sofa and went to the bathroom to clean her face. When she looked in the mirror, she almost gasped; her face was literally covered with sticky juice. Then, a smile came to her face as she used a towel to clean the juice from her cheeks, chin and forehead. She couldn't believe how exciting that had been. Nothing in her conservative life could equal this, she thought.

A few minutes later, when Sam returned to the sofa, she saw that Sally was awake and that she had a dreamy smile on her face. She looked almost as if she had been drugged. "Let's go to bed," Sam said and reached her hand down to Sally, helping her to her feet. Then, Sam had to grab her as her knees almost buckled. She helped her up the stairs and into bed and then crawled in next to her. They fell asleep in each other's arms. It was only 7 P.M. It had been a very busy and enlightening day for both women.

    Chapter 8


Sam was reveling in a sensuous dream. Warm hands were gently squeezing her breasts, forcing a moan from her lips. Hands seemed to be coming from all directions, kneading, caressing and pinching her nipples. Slowly her eyes began to open and she realized that it wasn't a dream. A smile came to her lips when she saw Sally's hands covering her breasts.

Sally was snuggled up behind her, pressing her own warm breasts to her back. When the younger woman realized that Sam was awake, she slid her hands off of her breasts and under her arms, wiggling her fingers.

"Sally!" Sam screamed as the fingers tickled her underarms. She squirmed away, flipping over and began to tickle her. A second later they were rollicking on the bed like two adolescent girls. They rolled around and gasped for breath as they giggled. Their gyrations tore the sheets from the corners of the bed. Then somehow, Sam found herself lying on her stomach with Sally sitting on her lower back, facing her feet.

"Now I've got you," Sally laughed as she brought her hand down on Sam's exposed buttock with a loud slap.

"Sally you rat!" Sam screamed. "Let me up!" However, she didn't try very hard to dislodge the relatively light girl.

"No! I think I like the view right here," Sally said and smacked a cheek again. "I think the teacher deserves a little discipline." She delivered another smack and then another. The slap of her bare hand of the soft flesh sounded loud in the otherwise quiet room. They weren't hard slaps, but enough to bring a light pink to Sam's buttocks.

"Sally!" Sam squealed with laughter again. Her buttocks squirmed as if trying to avoid the blows.

Inexplicably, the blows stopped as Sally gazed on the red tinged mounds of flesh, her eyes feasting on the smooth and unblemished skin. Her eyes followed the separation between the cheeks downward until it disappeared between her legs. Slowly, her trembling hands touched the hot flesh and separated the cheeks. A little gasp escaped her lips when she saw the tight little star of her anus. She looked lower and could see just a hint of her pubic hair and the sex lips squeezed between the upper thighs.

As quickly as the laughter started, it stopped as Sally's hands began to caress the now warm flesh. Her fingers squeezed and kneaded her buttocks gently.

"Sally," Sam gasped. This time there was excitement in her voice and her hips began to lift up slightly, beckoning her fingers. A little moan escaped her lips. She felt Sally's hands begin to slide down her cheeks to the backs of her thighs.

They traced a line down her twin thighs and then pulled back up again, her fingernails gently scratching the white flesh, leaving marks in their wake.

When Sally's hands were on her soft cheeks again, she squeezed and then pulled the globes apart. "Ohhhhh!" Sally hissed as she saw the puckered little star of Sam's rear hole again. She held the cheeks apart and stared, her eyes almost burning into the flesh.

The perfectly shaped pink and crinkled little star almost winked at her, beckoning her. Sally slowly bent her head and kissed one cheek and then the other. Her tongue coming out to trace a wet path up and down the soft skin.

"Uh... uh... Sally, what are you doing?" Sam moaned, her hips squirming now.

Sally didn't answer. She pushed her hips back slightly until her buttocks were on Sam's upper back, effectively pinning her to the bed. Then she bent her head and touched the top of her crack with her tongue.

"Sally..." Sam said, her heart suddenly beating hard in her chest. She gasped when she felt Sally's wet sex lips rubbing on her back.

Slowly, Sally moved her tongue down the crack, drawing ever closer to the now pulsing little hole. She held the globes apart, stretching and opening the divide between them, making the little hole pucker.

"No!" Sam protested. However, even as her words were saying no, her body was saying yes. Her hips lifted upward.

When Sally's tongue reached the little hole, she slowly circled it, feeling the wrinkled skin under her tongue. The hole pulsed and then tightened.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam groaned. Suddenly she felt lightheaded. Her brain screamed in protest. She wouldn't! she thought when she realized what Sally was preparing to do.

Sally stiffened her tongue and centered it on the opening, holding it there. Then, with gentle pressure, she forced the hole to open, her tongue slowly slipping inside.

"Oh my God!" Sam gasped as she felt Sally's tongue enter her. The total nastiness of the act was beyond anything Sam ever imagined. However, it was also incredibly exciting. The thought of her conservative friends ever finding out what she was letting happen right now was almost too much to bear. Juice began to run like a small river from between the swollen lips of her sex.

Suddenly, Sally's tongue was plunging in and out. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, lubricating the hole. Soon, her head was moving up and down rapidly as if she were "fucking" Sam's ass with her tongue.

At this point, Sam was lost in a sea of sensual delight. Her brain could no longer process anything but what was happening between her legs. She gasped over and over, "Oh God, oh God, oh God." Then, when Sally's finger found her lower hole and pushed inside, she went over the top, screaming and bucking her hips into her still probing tongue.

It was a new and incredibly exciting experience for Sally. She could feel Sam's vagina pulsing on her finger as her little back hole squeezed her tongue. The thin piece of flesh between the two holes inside barely separated tongue and finger. Slowly, Sally's own hips began to move up and down, rubbing her vagina on Sam's neck and smearing her own leaking juice. Suddenly, a little tremor went through her. She felt her swollen lips throb and she began to climax.

Several minutes later, the two women were lying head to toe on the destroyed bed still gasping for breath.

Sam sat up and pulled Sally to her, taking her in her arms. "You're something else," she said with a smile. She leaned over and kissed her gently, leaning her breasts into Sally's larger ones. That turned into a more passionate kiss and then another. Soon they were squirming again.

Finally, Sam pulled away and fell back exhausted on the pillow. "Whew," she sighed and took a deep breath. "I guess we had better get up, huh?" she asked rhetorically.

Sally snuggled into her arm, moaning quietly in protest.

"If we stay in this bed, we may not survive," Sam laughed.

"But, what a way to go," Sally returned as she played gently with one of Sam's still hard nipples.

"What do you want to do today," Sam said, grabbing and holding Sally's hand.

"Let's go skiing again," Sally said, slowly sitting up. "And, I want to build a snowman."

"Okay. Are you hungry?"

Sally just moaned another protest.

"Women cannot live on love alone you know."

"But it would be fun to try," Sally returned with a giggle.

Sam gave the younger woman an indulgent smile. "I'll fix breakfast and you go take another shower."

Sally moaned and reached for Sam's breast again.

"Behave now," Sam gently admonished as she pulled away from Sally and got up.

They ate breakfast and then Sam went to take a shower while Sally cleaned up the dishes.

As Sam was washing herself, a naughty idea came to her. She got out of the shower and found a pair of scissors in the medicine cabinet. They were small but she figured they would do the trick. She stood over the toilet and clipped off as much of her pubic hair as she could. Then she got back into the shower and lathered the remaining hair and carefully removed it with a razor. When she was done, her pubic mound was as smooth as she could get it with a razor.

Sam got out of the shower and dried herself. Then, she looked into the mirror and giggled. Her lower half looked so strange without hair. She ran her finger up and down the crease and felt the now familiar excitement. "Mmmm!" she moaned and briefly thought of masturbating before admonishing herself.

A sigh escaped her lips before she pulled her hand from between her legs. She applied a little baby oil to her tingling lips before slipping on the snowsuit she had brought into the bathroom with her. She smiled as she zipped it up and thought of the sight of Sally's face when she saw that she was naked and shaved under the suit.

    Chapter 9


It was a somewhat cloudy and windy day on the slopes. Sally gave Sam another ski lesson. She had already shown a great deal of improvement. Her experience at water skiing was paying off after all. Still, Sam moved slowly and fell often. Fortunately she didn't hurt anything, except her pride.

Several hours later the two of them made their way back to the cabin. Before they went inside, Sam indulged Sally's desire to build a "snowman". While Sam was creating the head, Sally was working on the body, forming large mounds of snow to represent breasts.

When Sam saw what she had done, she burst out laughing. "I thought we were making a 'snowman'?" she laughed.

"I prefer a 'snowwoman'," Sally returned with a smile and stuck out her tongue.

"She is certainly a 'woman'," Sam noted, looking at the large mounds of snow. "But I prefer the real thing."

Sally stopped her work and turned to Sam. "So do I," she whispered as she stepped close to her. Within a second, the 'snowwoman' was forgotten as they began to kiss passionately.

Sam pulled her lips from Sally and whispered, "Let's go inside where it's warmer. I have a surprise for you."

"Really," Sally giggled. "I can't wait."

Once inside, Sam quickly stripped off her snowsuit, keeping her back to Sally.

When Sally saw that she was naked her eyes opened wide and she laughed. "If I had known you were naked under your suit I would have raped you."

"I know," Sam laughed over her shoulder, keeping her front from Sally's eyes. Then, she quickly left Sally and went up to the loft. She looked around for something to put on that would hide her hairless sex until she was ready to let Sally see it. Inside the closet she found a long sleeved flannel shirt that belonged to Sally's father. She put the warm shirt on over her naked body. She looked into the mirror and saw that the tail of the shirt came down to her thighs. This will do perfectly, she thought and smiled at her image in the mirror. Then she unbuttoned several of the top buttons, leaving the top open enough to see the swells of her breasts.

When Sam came back downstairs, she saw Sally standing at the fireplace. She had on a pair of very tight cotton short shorts. On top she had on her cut off jersey again. A little pulse of pleasure went through Sam when she saw that Sally's tight shorts defined and outlined her buttocks. In fact, they were so tight that they couldn't be comfortable she realized. Still, they were incredibly sexy. Then she thought of the baby doll pajamas. At that moment, she knew that Sally had brought the clothes in order to tease her. Pretty brazen for a young girl she thought. However, the teasing had worked.

"Mmmm!" Sally said when she saw what Sam was wearing. "I've never seen that shirt look better. Very sexy."

"You look pretty sexy yourself," Sam said, glancing down at the tight shorts. She took a cup of hot chocolate that Sally held out to her. "Thanks."

The two women sat on the sofa. Sam curled up in one corner; her legs under her, making sure the tail of the shirt covered her bare crotch. She wasn't quite ready for Sally to see her surprise yet. Sally sat at the other end and leaned against the back, looking at her friend, her knees up and her legs spread.

"That was fun today. Thanks!" Sam said, her eyes drifting down to the crotch of the obscene shorts. The seam was buried between the fat lips.

"I had fun too," Sally said, staring at Sam's eyes and feeling them burning into her crotch. She felt a trickle of juice between her legs. However, this time she didn't care if Sam noticed her getting wet. In fact, it turned her on to think of the tight shorts turning dark before her lover's eyes.

Sam felt her face turning hot and her vagina pulsed. Abruptly, she got up and walked over to the fire because she didn't want Sally to take control of the seduction. She picked up a poker and stoked the fire. As she did, she bent over slightly and the back of the shirt inched up. A smile came to her lips when she heard Sally gasp.

"No panties huh?" Sally said, a little breathlessly.

Sam remained slightly bent over and looked back at Sally. "I'm out of clean panties. It's funny but I seemed to have misplaced a pair of my panties." A knowing smile came to Sam's face.

Sally's face turned bright red and she looked down in embarrassment. She thought of the panties still in her bag upstairs.

"No matter, they were dirty anyway."

Again, Sally blushed.

Sam walked back to the sofa and curled up in the corner again. She stared at Sally and they both knew where the panties had gone. "You're so pretty when you blush," she said honestly.

"You're pretty anytime," Sally returned as she stared back at the older woman. Then, she watched as her fingers came up to the front of the shirt and began to unbutton the remaining buttons. Sally's eyes grew wide and a smile came to her face.

Suddenly, Sam's cell phone rang, startling both women.

"Hello! Oh hi sweetie," Sam said and then put her hand over the mouth piece and mouthed "Larry."

"No, we're doing fine. Oh really, that's good. How did you arrange that?" As Sam listened to her husband, she reached down and began to unbutton her shirt again.

Sally's smile grew wide with amusement and her eyes flashed with excitement as she watched each button open.

"We've been skiing and snowmobiling. It's been great fun," Sam said, as she opened all but the last button of her shirt. Then she slowly pulled open the top of the shirt, baring her breasts.

Sally groaned when she saw Sam's soft breasts. She lifted the cup of hot chocolate to her lips as she watched in growing excitement. Her tongue came out to lick around the edge of the cup. The seam of her tight shorts suddenly seemed to be getting tighter as her sex lips swelled.

"So, have you been doing okay without me?" Sam asked. As she did, she reached under one breast and lifted it toward the younger woman.

Sally could feel her vagina begin to throb as she watched the wanton display. She squirmed in excitement, almost wishing she hadn't worn the tight shorts.

"Uh huh!" Sam said to Larry in answer to a question. However, her mind was no longer on the conversation. She could feel her own excitement growing as she began to squeeze a nipple. Then, she moved slightly, pulling her legs from under her. She made sure the tail of the shirt still covered her vagina. Slowly, she lifted a leg until her foot was on the sofa and her knee touched the back. The other foot slid to the floor. Then, she opened the last button and flipped the shirt away from her crotch.

Sally gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she stared into Sam's hairless crotch.

"Yes, we have plenty of food. In fact, Sally is just getting ready to eat now," Sam said staring at Sally.

"No, we can talk for a minute, I don't have to eat yet. I'll eat later. It won't get cold," she said as she spread her legs wider.

Suddenly, Sally knew what Sam wanted. A smile came to her face at her lover's naughtiness and she set her cup on the coffee table. Then she moved over, getting onto her hands and knees. Her hand went to Sam's knee and pushed her thighs further apart. She dropped her head and kissed the inside of her knee.

Now the phone conversation was becoming very difficult as Sam watched Sally begin to kiss down her thigh. Suddenly, she wanted the conversation to be over. However, she didn't want to just hang up. "Mmmm!" she moaned when she felt Sally's tongue move several inches down her thigh.

"Uh... oh... I was just responding to Sally," Sam said when Larry asked her what she had said. Sam began to tremble as she felt her lips drawing closer and closer to her vagina. She feared that if her mouth reached her throbbing sex before she hung up, she wouldn't be able to control her responses.

Sally was no longer listening to the conversation. The sexy smell coming from between Sam's legs was drawing her mouth closer and closer.

Suddenly, Sam was sorry that she had continued the conversation. However, now Larry was telling her about something that had happened today. She tried desperately to control her breathing as she watched Sally's tongue work toward her dripping hole.

Then, suddenly, Sally pushed the older woman's legs apart and dove forward.

Sam bit her lip to keep from screaming as her tongue began to lick up and down her swollen slit.

"Oh... uh... sweetie... I... have to run," Sam stuttered to her husband. "Yes... yes, I love you too sweetie. See you soon." Quickly, Sam pushed the end button and reached to put the phone on the end table. "Ohhhhh Goddddd," she groaned and dropped the phone as Sally's lips closed around her clit.

"God, I love your bare pussy," Sally whispered as her tongue came out to lick the smooth and fat outer lips.

"Oh God Sally!" Sam moaned as she felt Sally's tongue begin to move up and down her outer lips.

"Mmmm!!!" Sally moaned again, louder. She used her hands to push Sam's legs up, forcing her back in the corner of the sofa. Now, she practically had Sam doubled over. She buried her mouth in the older woman's wet and swollen flesh.

Sam reached down and grabbed Sally's head, her fingers running though her hair. "Oh yes, oh yes," she groaned as the younger woman's tongue began to slide in and out of her pulsing hole.

Suddenly, Sally was like a mad woman. She began to suck and lick Sam. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked her entire pubic mound into her mouth.

"Oh Goddddd!!!" Sam screamed. She pulled the girl's hair almost painfully. Within seconds Sam felt a rush of pleasure rippling through her body. "Yes, yes, yessssss!!!" she moaned, as a strong climax overtook her.

Sally's mouth was suddenly filled with Sam's sweet sex juice. She could feel Sam's hole pulsing around her tongue, squeezing it, and almost sucking it inside. The crotch of her shorts was now sodden with her own juice.

"Ahhhheeee!!!" Sam screamed as the flesh between her legs throbbed over and over. Waves of pleasure washed over her.

Sally lost herself in her pleasurable task. The warmth of her lover's sex lips surrounded her face and she was transported into her own sea of delight. The tight seam of her shorts rubbed on her clit, bringing on little climaxes of her own.

Finally, Sam had to push Sally's head from her crotch. She saw the young girl smiling at her, her face covered in her juice. Sam pulled her up and brought their lips together. She moaned, as she tasted her own juice on Sally's tongue.

When the two women parted, Sally stood up and looked down at Sam. There was a 'cat that ate the canary' smile on her smug face. However, while she tried to give the impression that she had been in control, Sam could see that the crotch of her shorts was soaked with her juice.

Sally reached out her hand and pulled Sam to her feet, pulling her into her arms.

Sam stepped back for a second and stripped of her shirt. Then she pressed her naked body to the young girl. As they embraced, Sam's hands found the soft swells of Sally's cloth covered ass cheeks. They both moaned.

When Sam pulled her lips from Sally's they were breathing hard. "Come over here," Sam whispered and she led Sally to the end of the sofa. She pushed the end table out of the way and turned her until she was facing the arm of the sofa.

"What're you doing?" Sally asked as Sam stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist.

"I'm going to eat you," she whispered into her ear as she pressed her naked breasts to her back. "I want you to bend over the arm of the sofa," Sam said as her hands worked up under her top. A second later, both hands were filled with Sally's soft breast flesh. She bent her head and kissed her neck, using her tongue to trace little wet circles on her skin.

Sally was going mad with desire now. Her hips began to press back into Sam. "Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned as the older woman began to pinch her nipples.

"I love your nipples," Sam said as she gently pinched the puffy mounds. Then she squeezed and lifted the large orbs.

Sally leaned her head back until it was on Sam's shoulder. Her mouth opened as she gasped for breath and she moaned in excitement.

"Bend over," Sam whispered.

With a little groan, Sally leaned forward until her top half was over the arm of the sofa. The position pushed her rear back and made her go up on her toes slightly.

Sam pressed on Sally's back and looked down at her buttocks. It was one of the most exciting views Sam had ever seen. It amazed her that now the sight of a woman's ass was turning her on. How things had changed in just a few days.

Sally's face was lying on the seat of the sofa and her buttocks were pushed up. The tight shorts hugged her cheeks like a second skin.

Sam went to her knees and her hands began to slide up the backs of Sally's firm thighs. She could feel the strength of the young girl's legs. The position stretched her muscles, defining the thighs and showing the impact of years of skiing. Her legs were gorgeous.

The blood was pounding in Sally's temples as she felt Sam caressing her. Her position made her feel almost helpless, because only her toes touched the floor and she couldn't use her legs. Her weight was on her chest, effectively immobilizing her.

Sam pushed her hands under the back of her shorts, caressing her soft cheeks. Then she lifted her hands, letting the leg bands slip upward, forcing the tightly stretched material between the cheeks. "Mmmm!!!" Sam moaned and began to kiss the soft white and flawless flesh of Sally's gorgeous ass.

"Sammmmm!!!" Sally hissed as she felt the older woman's warm lips on her cheeks.

A smile crossed Sam's lips and she pulled away. She reached up and began to slowly pull the tight shorts over the cheeks. She took it very slow, revealing inch after inch of white flesh. Sam could feel Sally begin to tremble and her own vagina began to pulse. After having climaxed only a few minutes ago, she was surprised at how excited she was becoming. She could feel juice dripping down her legs.

She eased the shorts down her thighs and watched as the crotch was reluctantly released by her swollen lips. A little moan escaped her mouth when she saw the strings of clear juice hanging between the crotch of her shorts and her vagina. When the cheeks were totally revealed, the slip of material was quickly pulled down Sally's legs and discarded. Now, Sam sat back, her eyes clouding over with lust as she stared at the dripping sex between the young girl's legs. The sexy pink inner lips were swollen and protruded from between the smoother outer lips. Sam controlled a sudden urge to bury her face between her legs. Instead, she whispered in a strained voice, "Open yourself for me."

"Huh?" Sally said.

"Use your hands and open yourself," she ordered.

Suddenly, Sally's hands were trembling as she reached back and grasped her buttocks. A moan came from her lips when she pulled them apart. Now she felt incredibly exposed but also incredibly excited. She could feel the cool air of the room caressing her intimate parts. Her vagina pulsed and juice trickled from her hole. She trembled in excitement as she waited. It was almost embarrassing to have the older woman looking at her rear hole. She felt it pulse with excitement.

Sam stared and her body trembled. Almost as if she were hypnotized, her head moved slowly forward.

"Jesus, Sammmm!!!" Sally moaned when she felt her lips touch the burning cheeks of her ass. She struggled to hold the cheeks open as her hips began to squirm.

Slowly, the older woman kissed one cheek, licking it with her tongue and then moved to the other. She pulled back and looked at Sally's dripping vagina. Then her eyes slowly moved upward to stare at the tiny star of her anus. A chill ran down her spine and she began to breathe heavily. Can I do it? she thought and hesitated. Then she thought of the pleasure she felt when Sally had done it to her and her head moved forward and her tongue came out.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sally screamed as she felt Sam's tongue on her little hole. She couldn't believe that Sam was actually licking her ass. Now her hips were squirming all over the arm of the chair. Her fingers trembled as she tried desperately to hold her ass cheeks open.

Sam moaned deep in her throat as she circled the tiny brown hole with her tongue. Then, she stiffened her tongue and pushed. The muscles resisted at first but then she felt Sally relax and the secret little hole opened like a flower.

"Jesusssss!!!" Sally bellowed when she felt the tongue penetrate her in a place where no one but her had ever touched. It was a strange but amazingly exciting feeling. Suddenly, she felt Sam's hands on her cheeks replacing her own. That was fortunate because she could no longer hold herself open. She removed her hands, letting Sam's take their place. The gripped the sofa- cushion tightly with her hands.

Sam's tongue worked deep into Sally's little hole and her saliva ran down her chin. When she pulled back, she saw the hole remain open for a second before snapping shut. She pushed her tongue in again. This time it was easier. Then, her lips circled the hole and she sucked, pulling the puckered little star into her mouth.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," Sally gasped.

Chills were running up and down Sam's spine as she worked on Sally's ass. A shiver of pleasure ran through her at the thought of the conservative professor of English sucking a woman's asshole. What would my friends say if they saw me right now? she thought. But then all thoughts left her mind as she pulled away and looked at the spread ass of the trembling girl. Then, she took a trembling finger into her mouth and made it wet with her saliva. She then placed the tip on the little rose. With gradual pressure, she pushed forward.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sally gasped, as she felt Sam's finger slipping into her.

Sam watched as Sally's hole took her finger inside. It felt like the hole was resisting and pulling at the same time. She continued to press forward until it could go no further. Then she pulled it back out, watching the tight hole resist again. She forced it back in again. She couldn't believe how warm and tight her anal walls felt on her finger. Slowly she began to move her finger in and out until she had established a steady rhythm.

Now Sally was grunting in excitement as she climbed rapidly toward a climax. Her head was spinning wildly and she gasped for breath.

As Sam continued to pump in and out, she moved her head down until her tongue could touch her swollen sex lips. She pressed her tongue gently through the opening and into her.

Sally couldn't take anymore. She screamed loudly as a climax rushed through her. Her toes left the floor and her face pressed into the sofa as she gasped for breath. She felt like she might pass out again as her body convulsed in pleasure. Each time she thought that her climax was going to end, Sam would lick her or twist her finger deep inside her ass and that would start the convulsions all over again. On and on it went, as a corresponding pulse of pleasure in her ass followed the pulsing in her vagina.

Sam felt her own vagina trembling. She reached between her legs with her free hand and pushed a finger inside. Instantly, she screamed into Sally's wet flesh as a climax rushed through her as well.

    Chapter 10


Later that afternoon, as they ate a late lunch, Sam told Sally that when her husband called earlier he said that he had called a friend at the roads commission. He had arranged for a truck with a snow thrower to dig them out tomorrow.

It was obvious from Sally's reaction that she wasn't delighted with the news. In fact, Sam was not overly delighted by the news either. However, she also knew that she had to get back home. While the last several days had probably been the most exciting time Sam had ever had, it had brought a great deal of distress.

For the first time in her life, Sam was second-guessing her career goals and, more importantly, her life. What was happening between her and Sally made her wonder if she was a lesbian. She had feelings like she had never felt before. Yet, there was no question that she loved Larry. They had a warm and comfortable relationship--maybe too comfortable. Still, the thought of giving up Sally was almost more than she could take. When she thought of her, she could feel a fire burning in her heart and it would flutter like a high school girl on her first date. But it was more than that. The young woman had definitely gotten under her skin. It had hit her like a 'ton of bricks' that she was in love with her. Just a few short days ago, no one could have convinced her that she could ever have those kinds of feelings for another woman. However, the most distressing part was that she knew that their relationship couldn't continue.

The last few days were also momentous for Sally. She confirmed what she already knew deep inside--she loved women. More specifically she loved one woman--Sam. Every time she looked at Sam, her heart would flutter as well. However, she also knew that the relationship was very tenuous. After all, Sam was married and had a career. She was a respected professor at a prestigious college. It was impossible for Sally to see how she could fit into her life. Still, she prayed that somehow it would work out. The alternative was almost too painful to think about.

The two women sat silently at the table, deep in thought, long after they had eaten.

"Well, I guess we had better dig the car out," Sam finally said breaking the silence in the quiet room.

"Do we have to?" Sally asked with a sad smile. There were tears in her eyes.

When Sam saw it, she felt as if her heart was going to break. She slid her chair back and opened her arms to her.

Sally got up and sat on the older woman's lap, resting her face on her shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Sam didn't speak because didn't know what to say. Instead she held her, letting her sob on her shoulder. She fought desperately to control her own tears.

Finally she spoke. "Sweetie, we had better get moving or it's going to get dark."

"I know," Sally said, as she wiped her cheeks, trying to smile through her tears.

Sam handed her a napkin to wipe her red nose.

They put on their snowsuits and reluctantly went outside. It took them almost two hours to dig the SUV out of the snowdrifts. Now all they needed was the snow truck. It was dark when they went back into the cabin.

"I guess we'll skip dinner tonight," Sam said.

"Yea, I'm not hungry. But, I would like to fix you a special dessert later."

Sam looked at Sally curiously. She knew that they didn't have anything in the house that even closely resembled a dessert. Still, she figured that maybe she had something in the pantry. "Okay, I need to get a shower."

"All right, I'll get one after you."

Sam took her shower, shaving her legs and pubic mound. When she was out of the shower drying herself, she looked at her bare crotch and smiled. She loved the way it looked and it amazed her how sensitive the entire pubic area was now. Just the slightest touch of a towel sent a chill through her. Now, she doubted that she would be able to wear panties again.

She put on the flannel shirt again. When she came out of the bathroom, Sally was waiting to take her shower.

"Don't go upstairs yet," she told Sam and smiled.

"All right," Sam said with a questioning look. "I thought we were having dessert?"

"We are," Sally said mysteriously and hurried into the bathroom and closed the door.

Sam shook her head and smiled.

A short while later, Sally came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a silk kimono that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Just below the kimono she had on a pair of thigh high, black nylons. The contrast of her bare white skin above the elastic and the dark nylons was very sexy.

Sam felt her heart flutter as she watched Sally walk toward her. Suddenly, she had a pretty good idea of what "dessert" meant.

"Don't go upstairs yet," Sally said, "I'll call you." Then, she walked away, swaying her sexy backside. She glanced over her shoulder at Sam and caught her watching her. Then she giggled and hurried up the stairs.

Sam waited nervously on the sofa. She felt like a teenager waiting for her first date. It seemed that she waited a long time. About ten minutes later Sally called down to Sam.

Trying to act calm, Sam took her time in walking over to the steps. However, her knees were almost shaking as she ascended the steps. When she was high enough, she could see that there were candles lit and sitting on the floor in a circle. She saw Sally standing near the bed waiting for her.

"Oh my," Sam exclaimed when she saw that Sally had placed a sheet on the floor and circled it with the fragrant candles. There was soft music playing on the radio.

Sally held her arms open to Sam and whispered shyly, "Dance with me."

A smile crossed Sam's face as she hurried over to the younger woman.

"Wait," Sally said and slowly unlashed the belt on her kimono and let it slide down her shoulders.

This time Sam gasped. Sally had on a black corset that hugged her waist and supported her large breasts. Most of her chest was bare. The corset lifted and presented her breasts to Sam's admiring eyes. It also left her crotch and ass bare.

Suddenly the two women were in each other's arms, moving slowly to the soft music. While their bodies moved slowly, Sam's heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she felt Sally's soft breasts pressing to her. Within a second, their lips were pressed together in a passionate kiss.

"Mmmm," Sally moaned as Sam's tongue pushed into her willing mouth. When she felt Sam's hands touch her bare ass cheeks, she reluctantly pulled away. "It's time for dessert," she whispered.

"What dessert?"

"You!" Sally said as she began to unbutton the flannel shirt. She slowly pushed it from her shoulders, watching her beautiful body come into view. Her eyes smoldered with lust as she gazed at her friends heaving chest. She could see Sam's body begin to tremble. She let the shirt drop to the floor and then she led Sam over to the center of the sheet on the floor and pressed on her shoulders.

Sam let Sally push her to the floor until she was lying on her back looking up at the sexily dressed girl. From her angle she could see her breasts swaying above her. They appeared even larger from that position. The sexy corset cinched in her waist, emphasizing her curves. The thigh high nylons shimmered in the light of the candles and the black material of the corset contrasted beautifully with her white skin. When she looked between her legs, she could see that Sally was already wet. Sam trembled in excitement and began to squirm on the sheet as she waited.

Hidden beside the bed was a bottle of Hershey Chocolate syrup in a pan of warm water.

Sally picked it up for Sam to see. "I've had a craving for chocolate the last couple of days," she said with a lustful smile. Then she knelt next to Sam and bent over her to kiss her lips gently. When she pulled away, she turned the bottle up and squirted a little bit of chocolate on her finger. She used her finger to rub the chocolate onto Sam's lips. "Don't lick it off," she whispered. Then she moved to her breasts, holding the bottle over her nipple and squirting a circle of the sticky brown syrup around the areola and then onto the tip. Next, she moved to the other breast and did the same thing.

"Ohhhh!!!" Sam moaned as she felt the warm syrup on her now hard and sensitive nipples.

Then, Sally placed the tip of the bottle between her breasts and slowly squirted a line of the brown sauce between the mounds and down her stomach until she reached her navel. A little extra squirt there and she moved lower.

Sam felt chills run up and down her spine as the warm syrup moved in a direct line toward her vagina. However, just when she thought she was going to squirt it on her lips, she changed direction and trickled a line to the side of one fat outer lip. Quickly she made another line on the other side, creating an upside down "Y" with her split in the middle, untouched as yet by the chocolate.

Sam continued to squirm on the floor as she felt the sticky syrup cover her body. The chocolate on her breasts and stomach was rapidly cooling. But it still felt incredibly exciting. She could barely wait for what she knew was going to happen next.

Sally smiled at her creation before she placed the tip of the bottle at the top of her lover's freshly shaved pubic mound.

"Oh God Salllllyyyy," Sam moaned as she squirted a line of syrup down the split of her vagina. Then she placed the tip of the bottle just inside her lips and squeezed. "Oh Jesus," Sam exclaimed as she felt the warm chocolate enter her. She opened her legs wider and lifted her hips.

"Now for my dessert," Sally said and she crawled over Sam until she was looking down at her on hands and knees. Then, she slowly leaned down until her lips were almost touching Sam's. Her tongue came out and she gently licked the chocolate from her lips before she pushed her tongue into the older woman's mouth and shared the sweet syrup.

"Mmmm," Sam moaned deep in her throat.

A second later, Sam lifted up as Sally bent to her breast. She sucked first one covered nipple and then the other.

"Ohhhh!!!" Sam cried as her mouth sucked the chocolate from the nipples.

When Sally's mouth left the second breast, both nipples were clean. Now her tongue began to trace the line of chocolate down her body.

Sam's body quivered as Sally tickled her chest and stomach with her tongue, stopping to suck the chocolate from her navel.

Next, Sally moved until she was kneeling between Sam's thighs. She continued licking, following one arm of the "Y" until she was sucking the syrup from the side of her chocolate covered sex lips.

Now, Sam going mad with need. "Jesus Sally, please," she pleaded, reaching up to try to grab her head.

Sally pushed her hands away gently and continued to lick. When both creases were cleaned of all the chocolate, she moved until her lips hovered over Sam's swollen sex. She stared at the chocolate covered lips. She could see that Sam's juice was mixing with the chocolate and it was beginning to run from the pulsing hole. Her mouth watered.

"Ahhhhheeee!!!" Sam screamed as Sally dropped her mouth to her sweet hole.

The combination taste of the thick syrup and Sam's juice excited her beyond belief. She pushed her legs wide and forced her tongue deep into the warm hole. Then, she opened her mouth, covered the hole and sucked.

Sam began to gasp for breath. Her hands found Sally's head and pulled her face into her throbbing hole. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, eat meeeeee!!!" she screamed as a strong climax began to take control. Her hips lifted up and her hands pulled the head tightly to her climaxing sex. The chills of excitement went on and on until she feared that she would expire. Her thighs lifted and she captured the young girls, pulling her even tighter to her climaxing vagina.

Finally, her hips fell back to the floor and Sally's mouth followed. However, when she tried to push her head away, she resisted and pushed her legs upward until her thighs touched her breasts. Sally's now trembling hand grabbed the bottle of syrup. She turned it up and poured chocolate all over her sex lips again, covering ever inch of her swollen pubic mount. Then her mouth went wild. A moan of pleasure left her lips as she sucked and licked with frenzy.

"Sally, no," Sam almost screamed in exhaustion. However, almost immediately excitement began to course through her again. She felt almost helpless to stop her as Sally's mouth brought her to a sexual peak time and again. She could no longer tell one climax from another. They blended into one long explosion in her brain.

It was a long time before Sam could think straight again. When she could, she realized that Sally was lying next to her, gently kissing her lips.

"I loved my dessert," Sally whispered. "Was it good for you?"

"Hmmm," Sam moaned. She could still feel her body tingling all over. "God, I didn't know that I could climax for that long," she whispered. Finally, when she found some strength, she turned to Sally and whispered, "Let me take care of you."

"Okay. But just lay there. I'll do the work."

Sam looked at her curiously. Then she watched as she stood up. A smile came to her face when she saw the younger woman straddle her head. She watched as she slowly squatted over her face and brought her swollen and dripping sex lips closer and closer.

A groan escaped both women as Sally's swollen sex reached Sam's lips. Slowly she increased the pressure until her lips separated and covered the prone woman's mouth, nose and chin.

"Oh yes," Sally moaned when she felt Sam push her tongue into her throbbing hole.

It only took a minute before Sally was shivering and bouncing her hips on the older woman's face. Suddenly, she shuddered and pressed down hard, practically smothering Sam. She almost lost her balance as her body convulsed in pleasure. Juice poured out of her vagina like a river, deluging the older woman's face and filling her mouth.

Sam sucked and swallowed as rapidly as she could. At one point she was afraid that she might drown. However, she managed to get most of the sticky juice down her throat.

When Sally's trembling stopped, she started to lift up. Then she felt Sam's hands on her thighs pulling her back. She moaned and sat her vagina heavily onto her face again. Immediately she felt Sam sucking her again.

Sam pulled on her thighs in order to keep her sex lips on her mouth. She wanted to bring her off again.

Sally groaned and allowed Sam to continue to suck her. It took a few minutes but eventually, she felt excitement coursing through her again. As her excitement grew, she removed Sam's hands from her thighs. She held them over her head and rubbed her swollen lips all over her face, smearing her juice from forehead to chin.

Sam moaned as Sally used her face like a sex object. She reveled in the feeling of her juice spreading across her face. Soon, she felt the teenager begin to tense as she neared a climax. Sam opened her mouth and sucked her sex lips inside and began to chew gently.

"Oh Jesus, Sammmmmmm," Sally screamed as the floodgates opened again. She bucked on Sam's face as her body trembled in pleasure. Eventually her strength left her and she collapsed by Sam's side.

A few minutes later, the two of them were asleep on the floor.

Sometime later that night, Sam got up and took a quick shower to get the remains of the stick syrup from her body. When she came back up, she gently awoke Sally and they crawled into bed together.

    Chapter 11


A thumping sound awoke Sam with a start. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Sally wasn't in bed. Then she heard the sound again. She looked above her head and saw something hit the window. When she got up and looked outside, a smile came to her face. She saw Sally standing outside in the snow, throwing snowballs at the window.

Sally waved and pointed at the "snowwoman" that the two of them had started yesterday.

Another smile came to Sam's face when she saw that Sally had finished the "snowwoman." She had placed one of her hats on the head and a scarf around the neck. Also, she had cut an orange in half and used it for the nipples on the snow mounds. They looked surprisingly like Sally's breasts. In big letters, she had written in the snow "I LOVE YOU!"

Sam felt her heart swell. However, when Sam looked closer at the "snowwoman's" face, she saw that Sally had placed something on the face representing tears running down the cheeks. She felt a pain in her heart as tears came to her own eyes. Then, she moved closer to the windowpane and blew her breath on the cold glass, creating a fog. She used her finger to write something.

Sally watched as Sam spelled something on the window. She moved closer to the house and looked up. Suddenly, she felt her heart skip a beat. Sam had written, "I Love You Too!"

With a squeal of joy, Sally ran for the door. She threw off her clothes as she rushed toward the stairs.

Sam was almost bowled over as Sally pushed her toward the bed. A second later they were kissing. The passion in her kisses almost took Sam's breath away. Without a lot of foreplay, the two women slipped into a sixty-nine position.

Neither of them had ever done this before. However, it came naturally and was a comfortable extension of their relationship.

Sam matched Sally, suck for suck. Within a few minutes, they were both close to climaxing. Sam went over the top first and began to convulse in pleasure. That brought on Sally's climax. Both women worked hard to continue to pleasure the other as their climaxes took their concentration away. Somehow they accomplished the shared goal of pleasing each other before collapsing.

Suddenly, a loud noise from outside forced them to pull their faces from between each other's legs. They realized that the truck with the snow thrower was coming up their road.

"I guess we had better get dressed," Sam said.

Sally silently turned away.

Sam heard her crying quietly.

"Sally..." Sam said as she touched the younger woman's shoulder. She hesitated when she couldn't find words. "You... know that this... this can't continue. We agreed on that."

"You agreed on that!" Sally whispered through her quiet sobs.

"I just can't risk my reputation. It's not just me that I have to think about. It's about my husband and our families. What about your family and friends?" Sam pulled Sally until she was in her arms. She turned her tear-streaked face up and said, "I do love you but we have more than ourselves to think about." She gently kissed her lips.

Sally loved the "I do love you," part but wasn't consoled by the rest. However, she also knew that what Sam was saying was true and knew that life wasn't fair. Still, she had hoped that somehow it would work out. "You won't forget me will you?" she sobbed.

"Of course not! I could never forget you or the past few days," Sam said as tears began to stream from her eyes. "It was the most incredible time of my life." Their lips came together one final time. "We have to get going."

The three-hour ride home was silent. There were things that they wanted to say but both feared bringing on the emotions again. When they stopped outside Sally's house, it had begun to rain. The mood inside the car matched the dreary day outside.

They sat silently for a long time. Finally, Sally turned to Sam and whispered, "Can I have one more kiss?"

Sam sighed and looked around. She figured that the pouring rain would make it impossible to see anyone inside the car. "Yes," Sam answered.

Sally leaned over and touched Sam's lips with her own. Their mouths opened and they shared their tongues. Almost immediately, the car was filled with passionate moans.

With tremendous will power, Sam pushed Sally away. She looked into the younger woman's tear filled eyes.

"I love you," Sally whispered and then, before Sam could answer Sally jumped out of the car and ran up the steps.

Sam started the car and drove away with a pain in her heart. What a mess I've created, she thought.

When she arrived home, she kissed Larry hello and went to her room to unpack. The first thing that she noticed when she opened her small case was that there was a pair of yellow panties in with her clothes. She picked them up and realized that they were not hers. Suddenly, her hand began to tremble. She raised them to her nose and a moan escaped her lips. It was definitely Sally's smell. Like a teenager, she rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. With the panties held to her face and her hand between her legs, she climaxed.

Incredibly, when Sam went to bed that night, she placed the panties secretly under her pillow where she could feel them.

However, it was a sleepless night for Sam. Every time she closed her eyes she could see Sally and feel her body. She must have looked at the clock a thousand times until she finally gave up and got out of bed. It was five a.m.

Sam busied herself preparing for her coming classes. However, it was exceedingly difficult to maintain her concentration. Sally was on her mind constantly.

When she left for school that morning, it was a typically cold and dreary day. But, after spending time skiing and snowmobiling, it was a lot easier for her to see how people tolerated the cold weather. However, she knew that being at the cabin with Sally substantially influenced her opinion.

As Sam walked into the classroom, the first thing she noticed was that Sally's chair was empty. She looked at the clock and saw that there was still a few minutes left before class started. Still, Sally was always early to class. As the clock ticked by and class started, she became increasingly concerned. By the final bell, she was a nervous wreck.

As soon as the room was clear, she grabbed her phone and dialed Sally's number. The phone rang four times before Sally's voice came on the line saying she was unavailable and to leave a message.

"Sally, it's Sam. If you're there, please pick up." Sam waited for a minute and then said, "Please call me on my cell phone." When she hung up, she dialed Sally's cell phone but got the same message. Again, she asked Sally to call her. Finally, she reluctantly called her parents' number.

Sam was somewhat relieved when Sally's Mom said that she had gone to the administration office for some reason that morning. She said that she would give Sally the message to call her.

Sally sat on the chair in the administration office staring at the "Drop Class" form. It was all filled out and only needed her signature. She had pressed the pen to the paper over and over but couldn't bring herself to sign. Still, the alternative was to sit in Sam's class day after day knowing that she could never be with her again. That was almost too much to bear. Finally, she stood up and put the form in her book bag. I'll drop it off tomorrow, she told herself.

As she walked across campus, she dialed in to get her messages. When she heard Sam's voice, her knees suddenly became weak. With shaking fingers she tried to dial Sam's number. It took three attempts before she got it right.

"Hello," Sam said. She was rushing to a meeting and hadn't looked at who was calling.

"Sam, it's Sally."

"Oh God Sally, I was so worried about you. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she answered in a non-committal tone.

"Listen, I have a meeting this afternoon. Can you meet me at PJ's Pub at six?"

Suddenly Sally's heart was thumping in her chest. She controlled her voice and said, "Well, I had another appointment but I guess I could change it." Inside her mind was screaming "Yes!"

"Good, I'll see you there at six."

The rest of the afternoon seemed like it was never going to end for both women. Sam even arrived at the pub a half-hour early and by the time she saw Sally walking in the door, she had consumed two mixed drinks and was working on a third. However, even after struggling all afternoon, she still didn't know what she was going to say.

"Hi!" Sally said quietly as she slid into the booth across from Sam.

"Hi!" Sam answered. Her heart fluttered when she saw the pretty girl's face. She had on a pretty blue skirt and white blouse and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. It had only been one day but it seemed like it was so long ago when she had last seen her. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she had it bad for the young girl.

"Would you like something to eat?" Sam asked.

"No thank you."

"I couldn't eat either," Sam said with a knowing smile. "Here," she said and pushed her mixed drink over to the underage girl. "It's okay this once," she said when she saw Sally hesitate.

Sally smiled as she took a drink.

"Sally, I've been going crazy the last twenty four hours. I've been missing you, worried about you and angry with you all at the same time. The truth is that I still don't know what to say to you. I don't want to leave it the way... well, the way we separated yesterday. And, when I didn't see you in class, I panicked."

"I went in to drop your class," Sally said.

"Oh no Sally! Please don't! I'm so sorry. I've created a mess," Sam said as tears began to fall again. She reached over and grabbed Sally's hand. "Please don't drop the class because of me."

"I... I just can't bear to be in your class and not be able to... to," Sally's voice dropped off as she looked down at her drink.

" I can't bear to be teaching the class without you in it," Sam said and hesitated. Then she added, "I meant what I wrote on the window yesterday."

Sally's head came up and she looked at the older woman. Suddenly, her heart was beating fast again. "You did?"

"Yes. I hardly slept last night. I don't know where this is going but I know that I can't leave it like this," Sam said and squeezed Sally's hand.

Sally suddenly wanted to jump across the table and kiss Sam. However, she just smiled and squeezed her hand back.

"Would you like another drink?" the waitress said.

Sam quickly pulled her hand away from the younger woman. "Uh... no, just our check please." Then, when the waitress was out of hearing range, Sam looked around the room as if someone could overhear her and whispered, "Is there... there someplace we can go that's more private?"

A broad smile crossed Sally's face. "There's the old Benson farm overlook," Sally said referring to a lover's lane outside of town. "There won't be anybody up there this time of year."

"All right," Sam said as the waitress came back with her bill. Sam couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she counted out the money and left it on the table. Then she followed Sally to her car. "Leave your car here. We can come back for it later," Sam said.

A few minutes later, Sam turned off the main road and drove the car down a deserted and unpaved road. A mile further they reached an open area on the edge of an overlook to a man-made lake. As Sally had predicted, theirs was the only car there.

Sam stopped the car but left the engine running for heat. Suddenly, the car was silent, with only the two beating hearts. Their eyes met and as if there were two strong magnets pulling them, the two women lips moved together. The windows of the car began to steam up. Incredibly, it felt like it had been months to Sam since she tasted and felt Sally's sweet lips. Like some horny teenager, Sam's hand reached up and cupped Sally's covered breast.

As the kiss continued, Sam's fingers stumbled to open the front of the young girl's blouse. A moan escaped her lips when she felt Sally's naked breast in her hand. Her fingers squeezed the soft nipple, sending shock waves directly between her legs. Then, she moved her hand down to Sally's warm thigh.

"Let's get into the back seat," Sally said breathlessly.

Sam looked around at the deserted woods, biting her lip in indecision. Finally, she began to strip her coat off.

Sally smiled and did the same. They both hurried out of the front seat and climbed into the back. When Sam tried to pull Sally into an embrace, Sally stopped her and pushed her back into the corner. Then she slowly finished unbuttoning her own blouse and pulled it off, leaving her naked from the waist up.

As always, Sally's breasts mesmerized Sam. She watched them swing back and forth, almost as if in slow motion. Although it was slightly chilly in the car, the nipples maintained their puffiness.

Sally pushed her chest out with pride. She was no longer embarrassed by their size or that they were different. The lust in Sam's eyes was all she needed. Slowly, she moved over and got onto her knees straddling the older woman. With a smile, she lifted one heavy breast and brought it to Sam's lips.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it," she whispered as she fed her puffy nipple into her mouth.

"Uh huhhhh!" Sam moaned around the soft flesh.

"Oh yes, suck my tit," Sally moaned as she grabbed her head and pulled her mouth tighter. Suddenly, she could feel her juice running down her legs.

Sam's hands reached out and grasped Sally's buttocks. Then they slid down and under her skirt. A moan escaped her lips when she felt her warm thighs. Slowly she moved her hands up. "Oh God," she whispered when she realized that Sally didn't have panties on. She felt juice on her fingers as they tickled the already swollen lips.

Sally pulled her breast reluctantly from Sam's mouth. She leaned down and whispered, "I want to eat your pussy."

"Ohhhh!!!" Sam moaned.

Sally pushed her back and slid to her knees on the floor. "Lift up," she said as she pushed her dress up her thighs. A second later, it was around her waist. "Oh my! I guess I'm not the only one that forgot her panties," Sally said and a little gasp escaped her lips when she saw her shaved pubic mound. The inner lips were already swollen and protruding. Even in the dim light of the car, she could see the sparkle of her juice. An animal moan escaped her throat as her mouth covered Sam's vagina.

"Oh Jesus Sally," Sam screamed as the younger woman began to suck her. In that instant, Sam realized that she could never give Sally up. Her legs wrapped around the young girl's head and her hips bucked into her face.

Sally was an expert at oral sex now and quickly found all the right places. She licked and sucked the older woman until her body collapsed in satisfied exhaustion.

As soon as Sam caught her breath, she pushed the young girl back.

"You don't have to do me," she said. "I came while I was eating you."

"Too bad," Sam smiled. A second later her fingers were playing with Sally's swollen sex lips. "I guess you expected this," she said with a smile at the fact that she had left her panties off.

"You know that I never wear panties around you. Besides, I seemed to have lost a pair of my panties."

Sam's face turned red when she remembered what she had done with the young girl's panties. However Sally never saw her embarrassment as her head dropped quickly between her thighs.

"Ohhhhh Sammmmm!!!" Sally screamed. It took only a few seconds for Sally to begin to tremble in climax. She locked her thighs around Sam's head, almost drowning her with her juice as a tremendous climax overtook her.

Sam stopped her car on the dark parking lot of the pub. She turned the engine off and turned to her lover. Then, she reached her hand out and brushed a lock of hair from her pretty face. She touched her warm cheek with her hand. "This is so crazy, but I love you," she stated.

Sally took Sam's hand and kissed the palm. "Oh God, I love you too. So much it hurts." Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Is this it then?" she asked dreading the answer.

Sam didn't answer right away. She stared at Sally with a serious look. "Larry and I have a time-share down in the Florida Keys. I was thinking of going down there sometime during Christmas break to go sailing. Do you think you think you could sneak away and join me?" A smile came to her lips.

Sally looked at Sam like she didn't comprehend what she had said. Then her eyes grew wide. "Oh my God! Are you serious?" she screamed.

"Yes!"

"What about your husband, your family, your reputation?"

"We'll just have to be very careful."

"Thank you!" Sally said and almost fell into the older woman's arms.

"Uh... Sally, not out here," Sam said looking around the dark parking lot.

"Oh sorry," she said and pulled away. "But how can I possibly wait that long to be with you?" Sally asked with concern.

"Well, we do have to work on our essay, 'Lesbianism in Modern Literature, '" Sam answered with a wide smile. "And, if we are going to write about something like that, we will have to do a lot of research. Won't we?"

Sally wanted to squeal with joy. Instead she said, "Of course. What kind of a piece of work would it be without in-depth research? At least that's what a great English professor once told me."

"I'll see you tomorrow in class," Sam said.

Sally got out of the car and turned back and looked inside. "I love you," she mouthed before she turned and ran to her car.

Sam sighed and started the car. She knew that she should feel guilty about what she was doing but somehow she just didn't. And, although she knew this was incredibly dangerous, for the first time in her life she felt free and madly in love.

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