Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2001 11:24:37 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boston Private - 2

	Boston Private
	by Ann Douglas
     (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by David E. Kelly
and the FOX network. This story is intended for
the non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should
be considered a parody . No copyright infringement
is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.

Part Two

	"That was ..."  Lauren began.
	"...Intense,"  Marilyn finished.
	"Again?"  Lauren asked, unsure of the
answer she would get.
	"Why not?"  Marilyn replied.
	They kissed again, the degree of their
connection being just a little stronger.  Without
asking about it, a third kiss followed without
pause.  To Lauren's surprise, she found her hand
resting on Marilyn's breast, mirroring what she
had seen Dana and that other girl doing yesterday.
To her relief as she realized she had done it,
Marilyn didn't seem to mind at all.
	In fact, rather than be shocked, Marilyn
took Lauren's hand in her own and slipped it
under her blouse, bringing it to rest against her
naked flesh beneath.
	"Oh my,"  Lauren said as she took a long
deep breath.
	"Exactly,"  Marilyn added.
	"I think that maybe we should take a few
moments to think about this,"  Lauren said as she
reluctantly withdrew her hand from inside
Marilyn's shirt.
	A shattering quiet filled the room as both
women realize that they are the edge of crossing a
line.  They moved back a little further from each
other, each taking another drink of wine.
	"I think this is going a little further than
we planned,"  Lauren said.
	"Is that a bad thing?"  Marilyn asked.
"After all we're both adults."
	"I guess not, and yes we are,"  said
Lauren.
	"So I guess the question to ask is,"
Marilyn said. "Do we really want to explore this?"
	"I guess it would be nice if we understood
what the attraction to it all was,"  Lauren replied
in way of not giving too direct an answer.
	"But it would only be this one time,
right?" asked Marilyn.
	"Absolutely," Lauren replied.
	"Then I guess what we should decide first
then is how far we should take this, just so we
don't have a problem later on,"  Marilyn said.
	"That's a good idea," agreed Lauren.
	"So how far do we go?" Marilyn repeated.
	"How far do you think we should go?"
Lauren asked in turn,
	"Well we're not going to go anywhere is
we keep asking this back and forth,"  Marilyn
stated.
	"I guess you're right," Lauren said, as she
paused to take a long, deep breath. "If we're only
going to try this once, then maybe we should try it
all."
	"All, meaning everything?"  Marilyn asked.
	"Yes,"
	"Everything would include our going
down on each other?"  Marilyn continued, getting
straight to the most extreme possibility.
	"Unless you have a problem with that,"
Lauren quickly said. "We could skip ..."
	"No, I just wanted to make sure the
parameters of our little experiment."  Marilyn
warmly smiled.
	`Then I guess there's nothing left but to
just do it, I guess."  Lauren concluded.
	Marilyn replied by taking the glass of wine
out of Lauren's hand and putting both of them on
the coffee table.  She leaned across the small
distance between them on the couch and kissed
Lauren again.  As her tongue slipped into the
history teacher's mouth, Marilyn's hands slipped
up under her shirt as well.
	"Oh yes,"  Lauren moaned as Marilyn's
hands squeezed her small mounds through her
bra.
	The chocolate hued teacher slid down her
hands and grabbed the bottom of Lauren's shirt.
Then pulled it up and over Lauren's head, tossing
it aside to the floor.  She leaned forward and
kissed the exposed flesh of her pale breasts.  Her
tongue tickled Lauren's skin, causing her to
giggle.
	Reaching behind her, Lauren undid the
hook of her bra, letting it fall forward into
Marilyn's hands.  She dropped it to the floor as
well, then moved her mouth to cover the newly
exposed bright pink nipples.
	"Yes!"  Lauren moaned even louder as
Marilyn's red lips closed around her nipples,
pulling them into her mouth.  It was a feeling that
was both familiar and excitingly new.
	Marilyn continued to feast on the ambrosia
of her new love's mounds, alternating the soft
caress of her lips and tongue with the sharp bite of
her teeth.  It was a combination that Lauren
seemed to thrive on.  A fact attested to by the
increasing volume of her cries.
	"Oh Marilyn, I want to do that to you so
much,"  Lauren said between moans, "you have
such beautiful breasts."
	Marilyn leaned back and slowly, erotically,
began to undo her blouse.  With each undone
button, more of the creamy brown flesh beneath
became visible, and with it the rising beat of
Lauren's heart.
	Finally only a red lace bra was left, the
sheer material concealing what had been
unofficially voted the best tits at Winslow High.
Lauren reached out and undid the small clasp
between those mounds, setting them free.  As the
rich dark chocolate nipples came into view,
Lauren couldn't wait to taste them.
	She didn't have to wait as Marilyn took
hold of her left breast and lifted it to Lauren's
mouth.  As she sucked on the tasty treat, Marilyn
ran her fingers through the blonde's hair, stroking
the back of her neck as well.
	"Oh yes, lick them,"  she purred as Lauren
returned the pleasure Marilyn had just given her.
"Suck them hard."
	"They are so sweet,"  Lauren said as she
licked the erect nipples.
	"Well maybe this will make them taste
even better,"  Marilyn laughed as she had a
sudden inspiration and picked up her wine glass
from the table and poured the last of it over her
breasts.
	The drink spread out across her warm
flesh, forming a shiny film against her dark skin.
Lauren stretched out her darting tongue and
began to lick the tasty beverage, now mixed with
Marilyn's own flavoring, from her breasts.  The
mix, she decided, had greatly improved the wine.
	The two topless women continued to
make out on the couch with a fiery passion,
exploring each other with their hands and mouths.
It was like they were teenagers again, making out
in the backseat up at lover's lane.
	Marilyn took Lauren's hand and guided it
under her skirt and inside the matching red panties
beneath.  A hot rush of excitement filled Lauren's
body as her fingers pressed against the now
saturated mound.
	"I want you inside me,"  Marilyn
whispered in her ear, planting a soft kiss there as
well.
	Lauren responded with enthusiasm as she
slid first one, then two fingers inside of Marilyn's
womanhood.  Slowly at first, then with an
increasing lust, she pumped them in and out of
her.  Now it was Marilyn's turn to moan with
delight.
	Undoing the belt on Lauren's jeans,
Marilyn managed to pull them down her legs.
Lauren reciprocated by undoing Marilyn's skirt.
Since they had tossed off their shoes and socks
when they both curled up on the couch, they were
both left with only their panties.
	Marilyn matched Lauren's moves, sliding
her own hand into her plain white panties and her
fingers past the trimmed blond bush.  In no time at
all the two teachers were furiously finger fucking
each other.
	Now both were covered with a sticky film
of sweat as they pushed the other along the road
to orgasm. A road that proved rather short as first
Lauren, then Marilyn had a brief but pleasing
climax.
	"That was great,"  Marilyn said as they
wrapped her arms around Lauren and pulled her
close, "really great."
	"I think fantastic would be a better choice
of words,"  Lauren offered as she kissed Marilyn's
cheek.
	"I'll defer to your judgment,"  Marilyn
chuckled, "after all, you are a department head."
	"What should we try next?"  Lauren
asked, her voice containing a small fear that
Marilyn might decide that her curiosity had been
satisfied and bring their explorations to a stop.
	Marilyn took what seemed like such a long
time answering that Lauren was sure that her fear
was right on the money.  Then it was dashed aside
as Marilyn smiled invitingly and suggested that
they move their little adventure to the bedroom
where they might be more comfortable.

	Once spread out on Marilyn's bed, they
quickly took off each other's panties, removing
the last barrier between them.  They pressed their
bodies together, rubbing first their nipples, then
their pussies against each other.  Still filled with
curious excitement, they continued what they had
started on the couch.
	"Hold on a second,"  Marilyn interrupted
as an idea sparkled in her eyes. "I have something
we can use."
	Disengaging herself from their embrace,
Marilyn leaned over and reached into the bottom
drawer of her night table. As she did, Lauren
couldn't help but appreciate the rounded
smoothness of her ass.  God this woman had a
perfect body, she thought.
	From within the table, Marilyn produced a
slim, smooth  white plastic vibrator.  The
appearance of the phallic shaped toy brought a
look of surprise to Lauren's face.
	"Oh come on,"  Marilyn laughed, "like you
don't have one too."
	"Have one?"  Lauren repeated in all
seriousness.  "Up until thirty second ago, I'd never
even seen one."
	"You're kidding?"  the brown skinned
beauty asked.  Then realizing that her friend was
telling the truth added, "It's no wonder that most
of the students think you're some kind of nun."
	"Some nun,"  Lauren replied as she
considered the fact that she was naked in bed with
another woman and what they had been doing.
	Then, considering some of the stories she'd
heard about nuns over the years, maybe the
nickname wasn't so far off the mark after all.
	"Where did you get that?"  Lauren asked,
finding it hard to imagine the teacher going to
some out of the way sex shop.
	"Mail order,"  Marilyn simply replied as
she twisted the bottom of the slim toy and it began
to softly buzz.
	"Really?"  Lauren said in surprise.
	"Why don't you just lay back and let me
show you what you've been missing,"  Marilyn
said, dismissing Lauren's questions.

	"Oh God!"  Lauren yelled as Marilyn
guided the pulsating tip of the long toy between
the folds of her pussy and brushed it against the
tip of her clitoris.
	The journey of the pleasure-giving device
had begun at the tips of Lauren's breasts, then
passed down the small valley between them.  It
continued on down between her legs, leaving a
tingling trail.
	Marilyn slowly moved the humming toy in
and out of Lauren's pussy.  It left a rising
appreciation of the benefits of modern technology
and a mental note to purchase one for herself at
the very first opportunity.
	"Oh I can't wait any longer,"  Marilyn said
as she withdrew the vibrator from within Lauren
and twisted the base to the off position.
	She was about to lay it aside when she
noticed the small amount of shiny residue at the
tip.  Lifting it to her mouth, she slid her tongue
across it, licking the plastic clean.  It was but an
appetizer of what was to come.
	Finally laying the now clean toy aside,
Marilyn took hold of Lauren's legs and spread
them apart.  There was little doubt that she was
the one in charge right now and the slightly older
blond didn't seem to care a bit.
	Throughout her life, once Marilyn had
made up her mind to do something, she would act
on that decision with great enthusiasm.  This time
was no exception as she lowered her head
between Lauren's outstretched legs and eagerly
partook of the ambrosia she had just sampled.
	If the touch of her vibrator on Lauren's
clit had been electrifying, that of Marilyn's soft
tongue proved explosive.  Lauren's body quaked
beneath the repeated thrusts of her mouth and
fingers.
	"Ooooooh," Lauren moaned in response,
unable to believe that this was the first time
Marilyn had ever done this.  What would she be
like if she'd had more practice?
	Marilyn wrapped her arms around
Lauren's legs, holding her even tighter against her
face.  The fires within her made her a woman
possessed, passing those raging flames into
Lauren's body as well.
	Wave upon increasing wave of rising
gratification crashed across the fullness of
Lauren's body, sending her spiraling down a
whirlPoole of delights.  It didn't take long for that
whirlPoole to erupt into a senses shattering
orgasm that she would never forget.
	"Marilyn!!!"  she screamed at the top of
her lungs as her body quivered and quaked with
such force that she almost thought that she might
black out.

	"There is absolutely no way I am ever
going to be able to top that,"  Lauren said as she
finally regained her senses.
	"I guess I did get a little carried away,"
Marilyn softly laughed.  "It's okay."
	"You didn't give me a chance to finish,"
Lauren continued. "I don't think I'm going to be
able to top it, but I'm  going to give my best
shot."

	In no time at all, Lauren's face was in turn
buried between Marilyn's thighs as the brown
skinned woman braced herself against the
headboard.  Rocking back and forth, Marilyn
added her motions to the not insignificant skill of
Lauren's tongue.  The blond haired teacher hadn't
given herself enough credit.  In less time that she
would've believed possible, she had brought
Marilyn to the crest of her own climax.
	"Right there,"  Marilyn panted as Lauren
found her sensitive spot, feeling the rising swells
within her.
	Lauren took the recommendation and
concentrated her efforts on that spot.  Not to say
she didn't spread out her efforts in other areas as
well.  She could feel the tremor in the dark legs
pressed against the sides of her face.  Her heart
raced at the thought that she had caused both that
and the orgasm yet born.
	A birth that came less than five minutes
later with a gratifying intensity that left no room
for complaint.  Not that Marilyn would've been
inclined to do so under any circumstances.
	"That was pretty nice,"  Marilyn smiled as
her climax slowly subsided and she dropped down
and kissed Lauren in appreciation of her gift.

	Over the next few hours, they repeated
their little experiment as any good researchers
would.  After all, they rightly reasoned, until a
new day actually began, it was all part of the same
event. To their mutual delight, each repetition
ended with a similar if not more satisfying
conclusion.
	Finally, long after the dawn, the two lovers
were forced to reluctantly concede that a new day
had indeed begun.  A single, long kiss sealed their
bargain.  To put the events of the previous night
into a locked  box, never to see the light of day.

	Monday morning found Lauren and
Marilyn having coffee together in the teacher's
lounge.  Silence filled the table as each of them
quietly read various papers and savored their
drinks.  As per their mutual agreement, the events
of the  weekend were not a topic of discussion.
	"Good morning, Marla,"  Lauren said as
she looked up and noticed the heavyset teacher
pouring herself a cup of coffee.  "How was your
weekend?"
	"Oh it was fine,"  she said as she stirred
the cream she had added to her cup.  "I went to
visit my cousin over in Cambridge."
	"That's nice,"  Lauren replied as she went
back to the lesson plan she had been reviewing.
	"How did the two of you make out on
Friday?"  Marla asked after taking a slip of her
coffee.
	The seeming innocent question, at least to
the other teachers scattered around the room,
caused both Lauren and Marilyn's heads to snap
up at the same time.  A guilty look filled both their
faces.
	"Friday?"  Lauren asked, her voice almost
stuttering.
	"Yes,"  Marla said, wondering why such a
simple question seemed to upset the department
head so much.  "The two of you where having
dinner together Friday night, or did I get that
wrong?"
	"No, dinner was fine,"  Marilyn answered
for Lauren, remembering that Marla had been
there when they had first made their plans.
	"Good,"  Marla concluded as she took her
coffee and Danish and went to sit at one of the
other tables.
	Lauren and Marilyn looked at each other
for a long moment.  Then they both burst into a
relief filled laughter.  An action that drew a few
stares from some onlookers.
	"Private joke,"  Marilyn said, satisfying
most of their curiosities.
	 They smiled at each other, secure in the
knowledge that no one would ever know what
had passed between them.  Yet, as they went back
to their reading, one thought seemed to echo in
each of their thoughts.
	Despite what they had said to each other
about their little venture into the world of Sapphic
lust.  About it being a one-time experiment, both
young women knew that it was going to be
impossible to put the genie back in the bottle.  The
question in each of their minds centered instead on
which of them would be the first to act on that
conclusion.  As they looked deep into each other's
eyes,  it was a question that might not be long in
the answering.

End