Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 01:56:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Name Name <samajasan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Carried Away Part 5

Diana was already dozing when the doorbell woke her with a start. Blearily
she sat up, hoping it had just been part of her dream. It was followed by a
knock.

"Come on girls?" she muttered to herself. Sara and Carrie had gone out for
a walk a few hours ago and her daughter had obviously forgotten her keys.

She dragged the blanket out of bed with her to cover her otherwise nude
form, not bothering to find her robe, and made her way downstairs to
unlatch the door.

There stood Sam, dressed in her usual professional suit.

Diana tightened her grip on the blanket and stood dumbly, now completely
awake.

Samantha broke the silence. "May I come in?"

Diana wanted to say no, wanted to slam the door, wanted to just crawl back
into bed. But she stood back and nodded.

Sam strode into the living room. "Where are the girls?"

No idea, outside somewhere, probably fucking like jackrabbits? "They're
upstairs. Asleep. Why?"

"Oh I was just checking up on Carrie."

"No you weren't". Sam raised an eyebrow. "You would have just called. What
do you want?" Diana was in no mood to play games.

She had thought about that day in the mall often. Sometimes, especially
while in the bed or the shower, she found herself enjoying it...and even
fuller fantasies. But afterwards she felt dirty. She didn't like Sam and
she hated letting herself be ruled by her own cunt like that. She had
repeatedly told herself "never again", but the following night her mind
always returned to that changing room.

Sam walked into the living room and glanced around. "Cozy"

It was that at best. Shreds of posterboard from some bake sale Sara ran a
month ago still covered the floor, along with a spilled tube of
glitter. The couch was coated with strips of fabric, the entrails of a
dress Diana was making in her free time. It was a lived in room, unlike
(Diana was sure) Sam's pristinely maintained home.

Diana crossed her arms expectantly.

Sam moved as if to sit on the couch. Sighing loudly, Di tucked the blanket
around her and bundled up the fabric. Obviously the other woman wasn't just
going to go away. Sam sat, but Diana moved to the armchair on sitting
opposite. She was painfully aware how naked she was beneath the blanket.

There was silence, then "I fucked my secretary today"

There was more silence, this one thicker.

"I had never really thought of her that way. About any girl. I know what
happened between you and me must have?I didn't plan that. I didn't want it
until?I did. I'm probably not making much sense here." She smiled
sheepishly, but stopped at Diana's cold stare. "Look, I?I'm sorry"

"For what?"

"For?I don't know. I should just go."

She didn't stand though, instead putting her face in her hands. "I don't
suppose you have any wine?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

"No, I suppose not." Sam got up and paced back and forth a bit, obviously
composing herself. Di's mental image of her was eroding - this was not the
collected schemer she'd imagined. This was a bucket of emotions, a woman
who probably sat outside in the car psyching herself up for this.

"I don't know what came over me the other day. I've never done something
like that. And you're the only?the only one who'd understand. God, you're
the only one I can talk to. When did you first?know..." She looked down,
and a single tear fell onto her skirt.

Despite her best efforts Diana felt her anger slip away. She stood and
moved to sit by the other woman, rubbing her back gently. "You never really
know. It's not like some day you just wake up thinking that's how you want
your life to be. It's not even really about you, at first. It's about that
one person you want."

Sam looked away. "But you hate me"

"I don't-"

"Don't lie." She turned to look Diana in the eye until she averted her eyes
guiltily. "You're disgusted by me, I can tell. I disgust myself."

"Oh come on, there's nothing wrong with it"

"I'm married"

"Good point" Not able to help herself, Diana laughed, but stopped when Sam
began to cry once more. "Come on. You really never thought about it
before?"

Samantha shook her head mutely, wiping her tears away.

"Then why did you?"

Sam looked up. "I don't know. I just, when I looked at you?" She began to
run her hand along Diana's exposed thigh, then jerked her hand away when
she realized what she was doing. "I don't even like her that much."

"Who?"

"Jewel" She looked over. "My secretary. She's barely out of college. Sweet
girl but?she's always listening to some sort of rock music on break, loud
enough from her headphones to hear across the hall. And she's gangly. But
she came in to tell me my husband was on line 2 and I could smell her
coconut perfume and see her nipples through her shirt and?I just kissed
her. I don't know what came over me."

Her hand began to rub Di's leg unconsciously once more.

"She pushed me off at first, but I didn't let her go. Then we were on the
couch and she was on top of me and we were?" She trailed off a bit, then
leaned over and dug her head into the crook of Diana's neck.

"She had clearly?I don't know if she was?but she was experienced. I just
remember, while she was?I couldn't take my eyes off the phone. That little
red light for line 2. I should have felt guilty."

"Why are you telling me this"

"Because I want?I want?" Sam leaned in close. Diana could smell her facial
lotion mixed with the hint of a latte she'd had an hour before.

"I want?" Their lips met not so much in a kiss as a breath, brushing over
one another lightly.

Diana reached up to hold the back of Sam's neck as they gazed at each
other, then leaned in again to kiss her once more. She didn't care that the
blanket was slipping off her, didn't care that her daughter might walk in
at any moment, didn't care that she couldn't decide whether she loved this
woman or loathed her.

She gently pushed until they were laying across the couch, then lifted the
blanket with one arm. In that moment Sam was reminded of an angel, woven
wing upraised above a perfect form, before it was lowered to enclose them
both.

Diana had been here before, with women and men, and could predict Sam's
hands and tongue before they moved. It was the frenzied unpracticed passion
of the drunken college girl. Di let Sam's hands explore, never moving them,
but she took her time. She knew how the softest touch here, the lightest
breath there, could make all the difference.

Sam reached ran her hand down Di's back until she was pulling her ass into
her. Di leaned forward and nibbled her earlobe.

Sam ripped open her shirt, letting the buttons careen across the room. Di
leaned forward and laid a soft kiss where her bra strap met her shoulder.

Sam began to grind back and forth, her face beginning to shine with
sweat. Diana reached for her hand and held it.

Diana was impressed at the other woman's stamina. She must wear her husband
ragged, she thought to herself. But finally, she'd had enough. Like a
spider Diana leapt forward, pushing the other woman back onto the couch,
and kissed her.

Sam was surprised at first, but soon let herself be dominated. She laid
back and watched Diana as she moved down and kissed the top of her
skirt. She wanted to scream.

Diana lifted it gently and wasn't too surprised to find nothing between her
and Sam's bare, shaven mound. She smiled as she began to slowly, then more
quickly stimulate the already wet clit.

Sam glanced over to the stairs thinking she'd seen a shadow, but there was
nothing. She cut off her moans as she remembered her daughter laying (as
she thought) just upstairs. Carrie could never know.

"I've never?ah?" she pulled aside her skirt to watch Diana's tongue flicked
in and out expertly. She stroked the other woman's hair but continued to
watch. She gripped the couch and flexed her knees, but still she
watched. And though it threatened to overwhelm her, she hardly let out a
sound.

Diana started to worry that she might be out of practice. Usually by this
point she had girls screaming. She had forgotten her little lie about their
daughters. She redoubled her efforts, even gently sliding in her pinky to
lightly stimulate inside. Still no audible reaction. So she put in another
finger?and another. Soon enough -

"Ah! Ah! AH!" Samantha arched back and began to buck wildly, but Diana held
on until she subsided.

Diana crawled up to lay by her side, careful to nuzzle into her
shoulder. She'd had enough virgins to know they were often grossed out by
the idea of tasting themselves afterwards. But Sam surprised her, pulling
her chin up into a surprisingly tender kiss. "Can you teach me?"

*****

Sara pulled Carrie into a kiss at the driveway, after they'd dropped their
bikes off in the shed. She still tasted faintly of vodka, and of
Sara. Carrie tried to push her off, "what if your mom sees?"

"Let her watch" Sara laid kisses all over her face, giggling as she played
her hand across Carrie's shirt. It was dark outside, but Carrie still felt
nervous, finally managing to push Sara off. But that didn't stop her
fingers intertwining as they reached the front door. Sara put a finger to
her lips and reached for the handle, but it was locked. Smiling, she tugged
Carrie, stumbling tipsily, around to the side of the house.

"What are you doing?" Carrie asked.

"Don't worry, this isn't the first time I've gotten locked out." She
climbed onto the air conditioning unit, then reached up to climb from
handhold to handhold until she managed her way up. She slid her window open
and pulled herself in, then whispered down to Carrie, "you coming?"

Carrie put her foot up on the air conditioning briefly, then thought better
of it. She was just sober enough to realize she was just drunk enough that
this would be a very bad idea. "Just open the door for me"

"Why should I? What'll you give me?"

"Stop being such a bitch!"

"Hmmm?" Sara tapped her lip with a finger. "Toss me up your shirt?and your
bra. Then I'll let you in"

"What?!" Carrie's whisper squeaked a little until she got herself under
control. "No! Just go let me in!"

"Have a nice night! Maybe I'll toss you a blanket or something." She turned
around.

"Wait!" Carrie glanced around nervously, but it was still the dead of
night. There was nobody. So, she slowly tugged her shirt, still damp and
cold with sweat, over her head and lobbed it up into Sara's awaiting hand.

Sara kept her hand out expectantly.

"I am so getting you back for this?" she muttered as she turned around and
pulled off her sports bra. She tossed it backwards over her shoulder, then
turned her head to make sure it made it. Sara caught it, then held up a
finger and twirled it around. Carrie did, keeping her hands over her bare
breasts.

Sara motioned with her hands - Carrie's response was to cover herself with
one arm and raise her middle finger with the other. Sara rolled her eyes
and giggled, then disappeared with a whip of her hair.

As Sara tiptoed her way down the stairs, skipping the third step to avoid a
creak, she heard some familiar noises from the living room. Sara and her
mother were comfortable enough around each other. They didn't masturbate in
the same room or anything, but Sara was no stranger to her mother's moans
coming from another room. She even knew where her mother kept her porn
collection - Sara had dabbled in that a bit herself on occasion.

There was a pause in the moaning, during which time Sara stood stock
still. Then, it started again. No?this was a different voice. She didn't
recognize the gasping, but it was definitely female.

Sara's head whirled. She had never really thought of her mother as
"straight", but she'd also never really given though to it at all. Sure
some?most of the porn she'd found had been of women, but that was normal,
right? After all, she Sara didn't think of herself as?you know. It was just
Carrie, and sometimes videos and stuff. But she wasn't one of *those*
girls. But her mom?

She briefly considered just tiptoeing over to the back door, but curiosity
got the better of her. She made her way over to the living room door, then
cautiously poked her head in.

She quickly darted back and held her breath. The moaning continued - good,
they hadn't seen her. But she'd seen them. Both of them, one with her head
buried between the legs of the other.

In a daze, she made her way back to the back door and opened it
silently. There stood Carrie, holding her shorts in one hand and her
panties in the other, smiling like an imp. She stepped forward and laid her
arms on Sara's shoulders, leaning in for a slow kiss.

It was a moment before Carrie pulled back slightly and asked, "what's that
noise?"

Sara was lost for words for a moment before she remembered and felt
inexplicably guilty. "It's nothing. Don't worry about it. Let's go
upstairs"

"It sounds like?is that your mom? Is she?"

"Yeah. Come on, let's give her some privacy"

As they tiptoed around, Sara tugged on Carrie's hand to keep her from
looking into the living room. Carrie reluctantly followed, her bare breasts
reflecting the moonlight. As they made their way up the stairs, the moans
grew louder and were joined by a second voice. Carrie gasped and stifled a
giggle. "Oh my god, is she really?" She paused on the landing to listen,
ignoring Sara's silent attempts to pull her along.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but this is really turning me on"

Sara rolled her eyes but didn't smile. "You are so drunk". She didn't
mention that she knew who the other voice belonged to - it was just too
awkward. She just wanted to get upstairs and close the door.

Carrie dropped her clothes and let her hands run along her erect nipples
and down to between her legs. "Doesn't it make you wanna?just a little?"
She winked as she began to rub herself.

There were some sharp moans from the other room and a shout of "oh god
yes", which then subsided back to the rhythmic sighs. Sara breathed a
silent sigh of relief that no names were said.

Carrie had closed her eyes and had one hand between here legs, already
working furiously.

"Oh my god." Sara tugged on her friend's wrist insistently, but Carrie
didn't budge. Sara thought hard, then leaned in close and whispered, "come
with me and I'll make it worth your while"

Carrie's eyes flickered open and she smiled broadly. She let Sara pull her
away as moaning began to pick up in the other room again.

"Sorry. But your mom is seriously turning me on"

Sara didn't say anything. She would have been grossed out, if she herself
hadn't been unable to get the image out of her head of Carrie's mother, her
back arched and mouth open.


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