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What did this girl want from me.....?

by CKing
© February 1999

So she had teased me awhile before I finally let myself be open to just the fun of it. She didn't want steady but knew I did.....so do you wake up one morning and say "What the hey?!"

I was to meet her again just outside the restaurant...I knew that this time...if I could only kiss her she'd know...she'd know it was ok.. It was one of the things we both just had extruding from our bodies..that lust, that need for fulfillment....so it was mutual...we both just didn't know how to deal with it and both get what we wanted without hurting the other for our differences for the future.

I was just optimistic enough to think I could sway her any way after nine million hours of wonderful lovemaking and sincere conversation. She was just sure enough I'd try, I think, and enjoy the heck out of it one way or another. Now, that wasn't glib, just part of the mutual...but it gave me more challenge and excitement I guess.

So I was. I'd thought about enough. This time it wasn't going to be just wonderful lunch with that cute lesbian from the mountains....she would be thinking....it was time for me to just do it. Just show her that my body was calling and the needs were outweighing the judgment and I was going to use her noncommittal stance and just mmmmmmmmm her for several hours...She wasn't going to expect it but I didn't think she could renege after my long passionate kisses.. Ok, so I was dreaming...

She was there when I got there...she noticed my smile as I grabbed her hand. We always had to be close, the hands on arms, and fingers brushing bodies thing...innocent...but we both felt every centimeter of it to our rushing roulette....

"Did you glance at the specials as you walked up...are you really hungry?" She questioned first as our hands still felt their press.....And I seized my opportunity...I just leaned in and kissed her...that was my answer..a long deep kiss...She simply recovered with, "You, kitten....come on...I have some lunch for you someplace better.." She said kissing me and pulling my hand to follow her to her car.....

She knew I had given in..and I knew she had also...to share each others passions we had together and it be ok.... I kissed her again as we entered her room.....she was naked and under her covers before I knew it....that smart, almost wild, smile on lips....I dove into her naked as well and immediately our bodies touched....we laughed at our own ecstasy..I began to kiss her..as I traced my hand down her side...without hesitation, I dove into her...her wetness and opening of her legs to let me in was it's own signal....gently I slowed, quietly I calmed our frenzy into soft exploration and the tenderness made her press into me all the more...I knew she was enjoying it as much as I ...

But it was all ok...you know that feeling you have when the ecstasy grabs you...and because we were friends first our smiles were recognizable...but what would it mean..what would it really feel like, was I'm sure foremost in both our minds....what would it mean after..

I didn't care...mmmmm, I just wanted to feel her..to touch her...and she felt so good against my body...her kisses were sweet and gently and I was melting into the moment...she was, as well, as her body reacted and moved so naturally with me...and all of it felt good...

I reached my hand down to feel her bush as I caressed her nipples into hard knots...her body writhing with me...I felt every ounce of sexual withdrawal and desire pull from my body...my own nipples exploding and throbbing...her skin against me...

When I touched her precious opening it poured out onto my finger...the heat and the wetness catching my breath...it was nice to feel such acceptance, such desire still...

Her hands were about me, trying to touch me to, but I only, this second, wanted to feel her...and I couldn't break that concentration so I pushed my elbows around to nudge her away...caressing her hood with my fingertip and tingling her clit with my strokes she gave in to my persistence.... letting me into her...letting me just feel her pleasure...

Stroking her and encircling her most precious spot made me so lightheaded and growing in my own climaxes...hotter and hotter she got, as hotter and hotter I skyrocketed with her...

Feeling suddenly the grip on my arms she bolted into orgasm and I did not stop...I did not let up...I held off my desire to penetrate her and feel her muscles within...I wanted this one to just be from my strokes on her and it was good.

Air puffing hard from her cheeks, she tried to gather herself while not stopping the pleasure...it made me smile. It was then that I slipped my finger inside her and then another...ooooohh how her body called me in...mmmm, how her muscles were resounding....and I drew her again into a frenzy with my strokes into her...

This time...feeling her heat and her muscles...my own body was out of control...as I felt her building my own moans became audible...my own sex aching for hers...more and more I stroked softly but surely as my thumb on each thrust stroked her clit as well...

Feeling more the arch in her body and feeling her closeness to peak, I lost it...I felt her come and had to be in her and rolled onto her with my own hot juices flowing from me and onto her...the orgasms broke from me as I pressed into her oozing box...all of me...all of her and we pulled at each other and moved and pressed as the orgasms racked our bodies...and as women make love, the folds spread apart and let each other enter and touch...and our throbbing clits and juices penetrated our very essence into one and we felt it all...to our toes as my own body tingled and shook...mmmm, I thought, as I sunk into her...

Our sweat beading on our bodies, the tingle reverberating through us...she caressed me...and nibbled at my neck and shoulder....

We couldn't yet get to that smile that both of us were feeling....still to much in awe and delight...so we just enjoyed it for the moments...

Looking into her eyes I finally saw that familiar smile..and she saw mine...and we kissed deeply and most acknowledgingly passionate......

She then took over my limp body and mind and played on me and in me until my body shook again and again. It was for her as it had been for me, and we both embraced the pleasure....

Hours and hours later, in exhaustion, we held each other as the smile crept in bigger and bigger. Such happiness is so rare for one lifetime and I archived it with my grin as I was held for that moment....

Was it what I expected?....was it what she expected?...and of the morning...after hours of sleep and more lovemaking...what of the morning after such bliss...?

Did she have to have me everyday after that and I, as well, to have her?....Is she laying by my side now as I write?...
You'll have to wonder....that's tomorrow's story...

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Day Off

by CKing
© April 1999

I needed a day off. My clients had been running me ragged. Family stuff overwhelming. Baseball season schedule. Just work, work, work. But my mind, in the growing warmth of he days, kept thinking of ways to get away. I had made a lot of “days off” really lately. And maybe that's why the work pile seemed so much higher. I still just needed one more day off. Today. To be with her. I moved my last appointment up an hour so I could leave a little earlier.

When we had met, I was the bold single one out looking. 38. Feminine with a wild streak. Long brown hair and comfortable in dresses as well as my jeans. After several long term relationships I found myself loathingly without a soul mate to share my every day with. After dating what seemed like dozens of women I gave up on looking so to speak. Had set my mind to just enjoy my days until someone stole my heart and keep meeting a variety of people to broaden my base of ladies I could meet.

I had agreed to have lunch with her after she emailed me and said that she lived close by and even though she was in a very solid relationship, just wanted to make new friends. Social. The girl thing. A new person to meet. She described herself as feminine and very outdoors type. Biked. Camped. With long hair and a thin little build and waist.

It was one of those days when I needed an adventure, a day off, so we scheduled it.

She had said that she was Bi and knew a lot of lesbians in the area. My thought was cool, another nice person to meet that could introduce me to available single lady friends.

We both realized at that first meeting that we both were attracted to each other. It was at that first meeting that I realized she was looking for a safe lesbian plaything. She wasn't just looking for a girlfriend to shop with on her days away from her homelife. In my frustrated singleness I was only looking at her body but trying to let all the hesitations in wanting anything more with this woman to run its course. Have a nice lunch, meet her friends, and move on.

It did. Run its course, that is. Right through me. I wanted her. She wanted me. We met again. Deliberately, to just enjoy each other. With the understanding that I still needed a nice single lesbian to fall in love with and have domestic bliss and that our trysting wouldn't last after I fell in love or until she couldn't handle the schedule or her husband put a stop to it.

Yes. Husband. Not lesbian partner at home. Husband. He knew. I was welcome to call the house. Could Sharon come out and play? He just wanted her happy and I wasn't the first. Weird situation. Even talking to him on the phone. So the momentum built.

Every chance we could get, it was a night here, a weekend there. I liked her so much it has created perhaps too many days off. We now have even become good friends. I still am trying to keep options open and meet true single lesbian ladies. She has been content to work me in when she needs to. To have soft kisses and wild sex in occasions to look forward to between her own work and home life adventures. Or just the different comfort of a woman and perhaps even to have a little bit of me.

I like kissing her. I like how she makes me feel. I keep focused in my mind that she says she loves me. I keep focused in my mind that this is only temporary. I needed a day off. So I called her and told her I was coming. I'd be there late evening after I finished my appointments, but I’d be there to spend the night. She didn't say no. She said “we can stay in the guesthouse for the night”.

As usual I rushed through my work just to get away. Another day off. I got there around 8:00 and they had not had dinner even though I had stopped on the way. It was a strange dinner with us all quite nervous but casual in our age! I didn't eat much but didn't want them to feel they couldn't even though I had eaten an hour earlier.

I watched everyone's eyes as we went through the hours. Who was not going to be able to handle this first? There was not much awkwardness that any of us would acknowledge verbally but it lingered heavily in the air. Sharon excused us to the guesthouse saying that she needed a shower and I said I’d join her to get my stuff settled in. I knew we wouldn't be back to the house for the night. I said something like see ya in the morning to her husband.

Alone with her in the guest house I pulled her near into a kiss. She was having a hard time with this here in her home space. She kissed me back and pulled away some at the same time. Because she hadn't felt well the last several days I told her that we just needed to go to bed. She needed to sleep and I would just hold her.

In the darkness by the fireplace in sleeping bags layered on the floor we held each other and caressed our good nights. My hand under her T-shirt, I slowly rubbed up and down her back. The feel of her skin under my hand, her smooth, toned body warm under my touch made the schedules and the driving all to worthwhile. My own temporary bliss.

I do love her as a person. I do want even more than more is right now with her. It would be bliss to make her days shine everyday if I could, but at that moment I just took in the touch of her skin, right then, right in my arms, that feel of her body to make me forget all of everything and just want her so.

My hand traced around to her breasts and I encircled them gently. Back and forth down her back, to her breasts, along her sides my fingers touched lightly. The whole while we were snuggled into each other. Occasionally I kissed down on her cheek, her eyes closed in the darkness, she would nuzzle me back. I had missed her. Missed her touch. Holding her now my fire of desire was building.

I slipped off my panties without a word and we snuggled back into a ready for sleep cuddle as my hand once again resumed my trace along her back under her night shirt. The fire built again quickly. I knew with the cramps she had had the last several days that she didn't want me to touch her but I couldn't help myself to press into her. As my hand moved up and down her side, I felt her hand on my side squeezing in gently. We started to kiss as I slipped a hand beneath her loose pajama bottoms and with her bare butt cheek in my hand pulled her
tighter into me.

The quietness in the room became slowly more broken with our growing sighs and moan. The sounds of our lips smacking, kissing and sucking on each others skin.

Suddenly her hand was on my pussy. She felt my oozing heat and did not hesitate to push her fingers on into me. My back arched and I heaved as my body thrust into her hand. I lost function of my body, my arms almost limp hanging around her as she pushed me and stroked me closer to my breaking point. Fading deeper on my back with my legs bent up, her hand driving between them, my body tremored and shook with her repeated stimulations.

As I cry out and come she continues to play me. More peaks. More rushes. My body is lost under her touch and I can't feel it anymore other than the heat and vibrating orgasms coming from deep within my crevice. She moans with her pleasure in my reaction. She kisses me with the feeling on her fingers of the explosions she felt. The explosions that she gave me.

I tremble and shake. My body still limp and now covered in sweat to every pore. I feel her hand brushing about me. Noting my sweat. Feeling my heart still race, my shortness still of breath.

She curls into my recovery in a good night cuddle. I pull the blanket up around her and sigh. Kissing her goodnight, I kiss deeply and rub my hand gently up her back. I stop my hand and enjoy her drifting into sleep.


Staring at the stars out the window for hours. Listening at the crackle of the fire slowly dying. I can't go to sleep. Not wanting to wake her I laid there. Longer and longer. Finally slipping from our makeshift bed I try quietly to build up the fire. Softly she asks if I'm all right. Urging her to go back to sleep and apologizing for waking her, I fight longer with the fire. Standing there in the dark watching the flames finally leap up I look to her sleeping peacefully on the floor amidst the blankets and sleeping bags. With the crackle of the logs filling the room, I slip back into our bed.

Fully awake, the fire's warmth in my hands, I cannot help myself but to touch her. My hands running along her body in those wee dark hours, she was asleep but responding. Her body making small movements against me but no whispers to stop. Smoothly and slowly I made my way down to her crotch. Her wetness perpetrated her sleep. With gently probing and light strokes I entered her deep and pouring box. Her sleeping body moaned into my hand.

Without her cramps, without her pain, in her relaxed sleep dream she let me move her. My lips on her breast and her neck. My hand moving harder and deeper into her. With my other hand I pulled down the rest of her pajama bottoms and shifted my position to totally direct her. With my fingers inside her playing circles on her chords I watched her half-sleeping body move and spasm up in its rise at my strokes. I continued manipulating my fingers inside her. Feeling her muscles tighten and contract. Feeling her hot juices pour more intensely around my hand. Her body now taken over. She felt nothing but the building orgasms. Her moans and rocking pelvis as well as the feel of her muscles on my fingers within her told me how close.

Her breath drew in sharply and for an instant she stopped breathing. Her body quaked and tremors and I felt the rush of every muscle from within her. She sighed and moaned for me to just hold it. Stopping my hand in her juices I held her and felt her reverb. Without any movement, stopped in that moment that lasted for many seconds, I felt her shaking body and held her.

Kissing my cheek in her half sleep, she gripped at my arms while she gathered herself back to level. I felt the sweat of her heated body and as I kissed her, my hand throbbing with its efforts as well as what I had felt with it, my own body's reaction took over. Feeling her come, her body's rush made me lava against her. Moving up onto her, pressing our pussies together I felt her pubic hairs rub me. Her hot come against mine. Suddenly, my nipples bursting, I was exploding inside from just having felt her orgasm. I could feel it. I could feel why. I whispered to her that just feeling her makes me come. My body wreathed atop her. Pressing and riding against her I needed to get it out. Needed this orgasm racking me to bleed forth and stop aching me. She wrapped her arms tighter around me as she felt my body out of control but coming on her, for her, from her. I screamed out softly and almost crying, my body forced out the orgasms. Rift after rift, I came in such oceans and each one was felt. Each one spurted out from within.


She moaned an ‘mmmmmmmmm’ into me as I felt her holding me and enjoying my lack of control atop her. She let me come and come on her, ride and ride on her forcing out all the orgasms from within me. My legs limp around her but my cunt aching against her cunt hard in my cries to release and force the rushes out of me. Burning I moaned. Collapsing I shook. Trembling atop her, my body reverbing on its own the great flushes and numbness throughout. ‘mmmmmmmmm’ I returned into her ear.

Sliding to one side I wrapped my spent body around her. She kissed me again and we cuddled back into sleep mode. This time I fell fast asleep with the rushes of lingering tremors enveloping my dreams till I was gone.

The next morning we both stirred at the same time. Still holding each other, the daylight pouring in I tried to playfully nuzzle her nipples. She wanted to know what time it was. I couldn't reach my watch. Ignoring her desire to know the time I continued to kiss her neck, her cheek. She wouldn't kiss me back. I realized her apprehension was where we were. She needed to know the time. She was thinking about her husband and if the morning was too late he might come knocking. I could feel that even though he was OK with this, she didn't want him to see it. See our nakedness on the floor amidst the strewn blankets.

I also suddenly felt so strange in this place of theirs. I found my watch, it was 8:30 am. I knew I would be leaving soon and I wanted to touch her again, a last time for this day but she was to apprehensive. As she dressed I laid naked watching her. She said that she'd go to the house and scrounge up breakfast. I said “if you need to go tell him good morning then just say so.” There was a coldness in my voice I felt so I followed it with a sigh and then said, “tell him good morning from me. I think we're all a little weird with this. And I can kinda see why you don't want him to see this part of it”, as I motioned with my hand about our bed and clothes piled everywhere. She smiled at me as she pulled on her boots. She came over to me and kissed me before she left.

I slapped myself mentally that this was what I signed up for. I didn't realize how it would feel. I didn't know this really would be how it would be. I got up quickly and dressed. Folded all the blankets, packed my bags and put them in my car parked just outside the guest house. Going back to my car with another load I met them both just outside the house. Good morning he said carrying a plate of danish. “And good morning to you. The day looks like another bright sunny one,” I said back looking past him at her looking into my eyes with a quiet smile.

We would all be friends. It just wasn't going to be talked about. I watched her every movement and gesture for clues, for information, for even some direction. We ate breakfast standing around the kitchen making small talk of the projects that they were working on around their property.

I had joked over the previous weeks that I’d help with the projects just to be around her. She caught me off guard when she said, “I told Don you wanted to help with the new floor, or do you want to go hiking?” Laughing and trying to be my most cooperative, flexible self, I assured them that I had volunteered sincerely and would love to help them with their project.

With almost a rush to divert the days attention away from the morning, they both started pulling out material and tools from the boxes around the room. Having laid many floors and been involved in construction in some way or another most of my life I picked right up and found my niche to which I could help. We worked together for an hour or so until we got to a point we couldn't go further without more material. A neighbor came by and took Don off for another task. Alone again in the house I tried to hold her and kiss her in a stolen moment. She backed away not wanting to be walked in on. She suggested a hike. She would go away with me. But not kiss me more here in the lightness of day.

Looking at my watch I told her I really had to get back. I had more work to catch up on and if I started to help more it would be several hours or if we went for a walk it would be that many more. She seemed perplexed at my insistence on getting going. She asked me what time it was anyway. When I told her quarter to 12, her expression showed that she didn't think it was already so late. She knew I had said that I would have to leave by 12 before I even came up.

I stared at her. She looked back at me. “What?”, she questioned. “Nothing,” I said back to her still looking intently into her eyes. “You want to ask me something,” she pried again, “What is it?”.

All I could say was nothing really, that I didn't know what to say, that this was all weird. I said that I’d call her later and say good bye to Don as I drove past the house on my way out. “You’re trying to say something or ask me something by the way you are looking at me, what is it?” she inquired further. “Don’t worry about it, we'll dissect it later. I really had a good time. Your place is really nice,” I said to her as I kissed her cheek.

Touching my hand through my open window she laughed and said we'll both send dissertations by email on this one. I assured her I wouldn't and pasted on my sweetest smile. Inside I guess I did want to cry. Inside I just wanted her to grab me. Inside I just wanted to hear acknowledgment of how we felt when we touched each other. But I knew it couldn't be. I knew it would not be here now. Don was walking up from the path. I smiled again and blew her a kiss. “Really enjoyed it,” I said to him. “Really nice place. We'll all see each other soon,” I continued, squeezing his hand he extended to my car window.

I drove off with the glimpse of her eyes in my back mirror, standing in her own driveway, next to her husband. I had wanted to hear her thoughts, I wanted her to tell me what she was thinking, talk to me. But I knew it wasn't the time or place. We both had enjoyed it and gotten what we thought we should have out of it, no need to take that part apart. The rest. It would ravel itself out as it came. He was sweet too. Did that make it harder? We all were sincerely ourselves. Did that make it less strange?

In my car driving home I tried to think of my work. All I could think of was her wetness. I tried to think of my week's schedule. All I could think of was how my body reacted to her deep touch. I tried to wonder where this all was going. All I could think of was the pleasant days off I was having.

Sure, a nice lesbian will find me one day. Want all of me, everyday.
Until then, I have some pretty wild days off, that's for sure.