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Subject: Story: Lawyers In Love (f/f)

The following story contains descriptions of adult, consensual, lesbian 
sex. If you are under the age of twenty-one or if such a story would 
violate the standards of acceptability in your community, please do not 
read any further.

The following is a work of fiction. The characters are fictional and 
any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental.

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Lawyers in Love (1/3)
by A. Van Peebles

Copyright 1995 by the Author

	Becky looked up from her work as Mr. Barringer and the woman 
walked into her office. Becky was surprised. Mr. Barringer rarely came 
into her office; she usually reported to the senior partner's office 
not the other way around. The woman was someone new to her. She was 
older than Becky, probably about twenty-nine, but younger than any of 
the other women in the office. She was small, about 5'2", with a good 
figure and good taste in clothing.

	"Becky, this is Katherine Martin, our new associate," said Mr. 
Barringer. Turning to the new woman he continued, "Becky here is our 
law clerk. If you need her to look anything up for you, just ask her, 
but clear major research projects with Ms. Riegger."

	The two women shook hands. The new woman smiled and said to call 
her Kate, followed by a pleasantry about getting together for lunch, 
then Mr. Barringer took Kate off to introduce her to the rest of the 
staff.

	Another woman in the office, and someone closer to her own age, 
Becky was glad. The legal secretaries were all over forty and they had 
little in common with Becky. With the exception of Kate, there were no 
female lawyers in the firm. The partners were all much older and, while 
nice, did not socialize with her. The two other associates were in 
their twenties, but once she made clear that she was not interested in 
going to bed with them they stopped talking to her about things other 
than business. There was no one to chat with, and the office was kind 
of dull.

* * *

	After Mr. Barringer had finished taking her around to meet the 
staff, Kate settled into her office. While she was organizing her 
things, she assessed her new job. It looked like a good office. It was 
a small, conservative firm. She wanted a small firm, and this one made 
lots of money. The four partners all had excellent reputations and they 
seemed like nice people, albeit in a solid, WASPish, Republican kind of 
way. The other two associates were typical young, ambitious lawyers. 
They were probably jerks, like most young men, and would undoubtedly 
hit up on her, but given the reputation of the firm, they were probably 
excellent lawyers.

	The support staff seemed pretty typical, but older and with 
little in common with a young, ambitious female associate. That Becky 
was a luscious number though. About twenty-three, svelte, creamy skin, 
long black hair, small breasts, she was absolutely stunning. Kate 
caught herself. It was not good to be thinking like that. This was a 
small, conservative firm. Sexual relationships in the office were not 
good for the career. Besides, Becky was probably straight. Kate's 
breakup with her ex-, Jeannie, had been rough, and she did not want to 
do anything stupid that would sacrifice her career for a fling on the 
rebound from a long relationship. She would have to make friends with 
Becky though. Her sanity would depend on having at least one confidant 
in the office.

* * *

	The next day at about noon Becky's intercom buzzed.

	"Becky, this is Kate. I was wondering if you were up for having 
lunch today, my treat. In return for picking up the check, I expect you 
to give me the lowdown on the office, a perspective on what it's like 
for a young woman to work here."

	"Sure. When would you like to go?"

	"Why don't you meet me at the reception desk in about fifteen."

	Becky enjoyed the lunch. There was not much she could tell Kate 
about the office. It was a good place to work; the worst thing about it 
was that there was no one to talk to on breaks, or to have lunch with. 
She warned Kate about the other two associates, too late. One had hit 
up on Kate already. 

	Becky told Kate about herself, how she worked at the firm during 
the summer and a few hours a week when law school was in session, how 
she got the job through her dad who was a tennis partner of Mr. 
Barringer. Becky found herself opening up to Kate, saying things about 
her personal life that she never thought she would tell a stranger. She 
never talked to anyone about her sex life, but she did it with Kate. 
This was more evidence that she really needed someone with which to 
talk.

	Kate did not learn much about the office, but she did learn a lot 
about Becky. Her gaydar was pinging throughout the meal. Becky was an 
athlete, a softball player. Her body showed it. She was thin but had 
broad shoulders and well muscled, but still very feminine, arms and a 
knockout ass and pair of legs. She had been brought up in all-girl, 
Catholic schools and attended an all-woman college. Becky talked about 
her boyfriend, but somewhat shamefacedly admitted that they did not 
have sex. Becky was waiting for marriage, a self-described 
"old-fashioned girl."

	Kate came away from lunch fairly certain that Becky was 
approachable. She would not act on this belief, however. If she was 
wrong it could be disastrous. What Kate took to be lesbian traits might 
just be Becky's strict Catholic upbringing repressing a 
heterosexuality. She reminded herself that not all softball players 
were lesbians.

* * *

	That night, Becky was feeling lonely. Her lunch with Kate had 
made her itchy for companionship. She called Peter, but his roommate 
said he was at the library and would not be back until late. She 
thought about leaving a message telling him to come over, but decided 
against it. If he came over late, he would stay the night, and every 
time he stayed the night there was pressure for them to have sex. 

	Peter was very good; he never pushed. He clearly wanted to fuck 
her (a chill went through Becky's spine when she thought the word 
"fuck," it made her feel dirty), but he respected her wishes. They 
usually just necked and when Peter slept over they played spoons, but 
little else. Occasionally, when she got him especially excited, she 
would give him a handjob (and rush to Confession the next day). She 
would let him play with her breasts, little as they were, but never let 
him touch her "down there." 

	Becky often wondered if this were unnatural. Peter was a really 
nice guy, and she liked spooning, feeling the warmth and closeness of 
his body, but she just did not want anything more from him. 

	She was embarrassed that she had confided so much in Kate, a 
complete stranger. She had not told her about details like the spooning 
or the handjobs, but she did admit to not having sex with Peter. There 
was something about Kate that inspired trust. Maybe it was her 
openness, her smile. That laugh she had, it was infectious.

	She was a beautiful woman that was for sure. She was an athlete, 
like Becky, but not into sports. Kate said she worked out in a gym, 
lifting weights mostly. Becky thought about her own body and wished she 
were curvy like Kate. Kate had real hips, an hourglass figure, and 
breasts. Becky was embarrassed about her breasts. She was very 
flat-chested. Kate's breasts were not particularly large, but they were 
nicely proportioned to her smaller frame.

	Becky realized that as she had been thinking about Kate, her hand 
had slipped down between her legs and she was absent-mindedly rubbing 
herself. She stopped. Masturbation was bad enough, but thinking about a 
woman while doing it, that was sick. 

	This was not the only time she had had thoughts about other 
women, though. Those thoughts and he apparent lack of sexual desire had 
worried her. She had read some psychology books on the subject, and 
once even asked a priest about it. Both the books and the priest 
assured her that occasional thoughts about members of the same sex were 
normal, and not to be worried. It did not mean anything. Becky was 
worried though, the thoughts came a little too often to be considered 
occasional. Still, she had a boyfriend, and although they did not have 
sex, that was because she was saving herself for marriage, not because 
she did not like men.

	She had never acted on any of these thoughts, and that reassured 
her some. A woman had even hit up on her once, and she had done 
nothing. It had been freshman year in college. After softball practice, 
Lori, the first baseman, had asked her to pitch some extra batting 
practice. They practiced about forty-five minutes later than the rest 
of the team and the locker room was empty when they entered it. Even 
the coach, who usually stayed late, had left.

	In the shower room, Becky could not but help look at Lori. She 
had large breasts, and Becky wished that she had breasts like that. 
Lori noticed Becky's glances and came over to borrow some shampoo. As 
Becky handed her the bottle of shampoo their hands touched. It was as 
if an electric shock ran through Becky. Lori stepped closer, touched 
Becky's shoulder and ran her hand lightly down her arm. Lori stepped 
even closer and leaned forward letting her lips brush against Becky's.

	Becky closed her eyes and started to return the kiss, then 
suddenly, overwhelmed with fear, stopped and pushed Lori away. Becky 
apologized, telling Lori that she was not "like that." Lori said that 
it was her fault and that she should not have made a pass at her. That 
was the end of it. They quickly finished showering and never spoke of 
it again.

	Going to an all-women's college, Becky knew lots of lesbians, 
some were even good friends of hers, but none ever came on to her after 
that incident in the shower; Lori had spread the word that Becky was 
straight.

	As she was thinking of the incident with Lori, Becky's hand had 
wandered down between her legs again. She was quite wet. She sighed and 
gave up, too horny to resist. She pulled off her pants and underwear 
and started masturbating in earnest.

	She rubbed her fingers in small circles around her clitoris with 
her right hand and stroked her labia with her left. With eyes closed, 
she forced herself to think of Peter. She would give in to 
masturbating, but not to thinking of other women. 

	She wondered what it would be like to take his penis in her 
mouth. In her thoughts the penis changed into Lori's breast. She was 
sucking on the nipple, licking around the areola and flicking the tip 
of the nipple with her tongue. Again, she forced her thoughts away from 
Lori and back to Peter. What would it taste like if he came in her 
mouth? She brought her left hand up to her mouth and tasted her juices. 
Would it taste like that, she wondered? Would it taste like a woman? 

	Peter had nice, broad shoulders, like Kate, but his body was hard 
and straight, not curved like Kate's. She wondered if spooning with 
Kate would feel any different. She tried to imagine it. Kate kissing 
the back of her neck, rubbing her breasts, then slipping her hands down 
between her legs. It was something she never let Peter do, but in her 
fantasy she let Kate do it. She imagined turning to face Kate, kissing 
her on the lips and letting her hands run down the other woman's body. 

	Becky could no longer control her thoughts. Peter vanished 
entirely, his place taken by images of Lori and Kate. As both hands 
furiously rubbed her clitoris, a strange, but very pleasurable, 
sensation began to well up from within her. It grew in intensity, 
uncontrolled. As the contractions of her orgasm began, Becky imagined 
her legs intertwining with Kate's and the two of them grinding together 
to a simultaneous orgasm.

	As the waves of her orgasm crashed over her, Becky almost blacked 
out. She had to stop touching herself; she was suddenly too sensitive. 
She was sopping wet, and a puddle of liquid had formed on the couch. 
Becky lay panting. Gently, she brought her right hand back between her 
legs. The sensitivity was fading; she could touch herself again. She 
slowly stroked herself, amazed at the wetness. She did not masturbate 
often, and it had never been like this before.

	Was that an orgasm? She had thought she had had orgasms before, 
but evidently not. It was incredible. Maybe she was really missing out 
on something, saving herself for marriage. She thought that it would be 
wonderful to do that for real.

	Suddenly, she went chill. "For real" would be with another woman. 
It all fell into place. Her choice of an all-woman's college, the 
incident with Lori, her longings for Kate, the lack of interest in sex 
with Peter, her first orgasm happening to thoughts of another woman, it 
all pointed to one conclusion.

	No. She refused to believe that she was "like that." She was not 
a ... lesbian. She hesitated before thinking that word. She had used it 
before without embarrassment; everyone who went to a woman's college 
had, but she had never dared apply it to herself.


Lawyers in Love (2/3)
by A. Van Peebles

Copyright 1995 by the Author

	Becky avoided Kate as much as she could for the rest of the week. 
She could not bring herself to face the woman of her fantasy. Kate, 
busy as she was, did not notice the avoidance, but she did notice that 
Becky was disturbed about something.

	At lunch with the other two associates, one of the men mentioned 
that Becky was upset about something and asked what it was.

	"Boyfriend troubles," answered the other man.

	"We can only hope," said the first. It was an article of faith 
between the two that Becky would sleep with at least one of them if not 
for her boyfriend. The remark made Kate angry. She did not enjoy 
male-bashing and had nothing against men; she just did not want to 
sleep with any of them. Remarks like this, however, just fulfilled the 
stereotype of the man with a one-track mind.

	It was not until later that she realized the true reason for her 
anger was that she had had the same thought.

* * *

	That Friday, Becky invited Peter over. She intended to sleep with 
him. She had to prove to herself that she was not a lesbian, and 
expressing her desire for Peter would be a good way to prove it.

	Peter arrived. She kissed him hello, but he seemed nervous, 
agitated. He refused to sit down at first. Finally, they sat on the 
couch together, he took her hand in his and said the fateful words:

	"We have to talk."

	He wanted to remain friends, but their relationship was stagnant. 
He apologized. ClichŠ stumbled over clichŠ. He did not want to pressure 
her into sex, but he had needs. It was better if they just called it 
quits.

	Becky was stunned. She could not come on to him now; it would 
seem like an obvious attempt to keep him, and Peter would turn her 
down. He was really a nice guy, she knew that throwing herself at him 
would be futile. What really disturbed her though, was that she was not 
upset about losing Peter. She was upset about losing something that 
protected her from the world, or herself.

	Peter left. She picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for 
the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against 
the bricks. She tried to call some friends, but they had gone out for 
the evening. She toyed with the idea of calling Kate, even going so far 
as to fetch the home phone list the firm published, but fear stopped 
her. She was afraid that she would be unable to control herself, and 
that Kate would be disgusted with the knowledge that her coworker was a 
dyke. The only thing left was to get drunk.

	Unfortunately, she had no liquor in the apartment. She had just 
smashed the only bottle. With no alternative, she headed out the door 
and down the street, toward the liquor store.

	The bell above the door rang as she opened the door to the liqour 
store. She managed a smile at the owner behind the counter who was 
ringing up another customer. It took her a moment to realize that the 
other customer was Kate.

* * *

	Kate smiled and said "Hi," but then she realized that something 
was wrong with Becky. She had been crying and was visibly quite upset 
about something.

	Kate pulled the younger woman away from the cash register and the 
owner and asked her what was wrong.

	"Peter and I just broke up."

	"Oh, poor thing." Kate hugged her. "If you need someone to talk 
about it with, I'm here."

	"Thanks, but I just plan to get drunk."

	"That's not good. You shouldn't get drunk alone. The best thing 
would be to go out and get drunk in a public place. I know some good 
clubs, you would be with people, but no one would notice that you were 
upset."

	"No, thanks. I just could not face people tonight."

	"What about just one person? A shoulder to cry on? We could go to 
my place, or yours, and get quietly drunk."

	A warning bell went off in Becky's brain. This was what she 
feared and desired above all else, being alone with Kate. She was 
afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself. She should refuse 
the offer.

	"I'd like that, but I wouldn't want to ruin your Friday night," 
Becky found herself saying.

	"Oh, it's no bother. I was just going to spend the evening 
watching TV."

	Kate had no ulterior motives in offering her shoulder for Becky 
to cry on; she was just trying to be a friend. The fact that Becky was 
a highly desirable woman did not even cross her conscious mind. In 
accepting Kate's offer, Becky was aware of the desires she had for the 
older woman, but wanted her company not because of them, but because 
she truly did not want to be alone.

	Becky bought another bottle of wine and the two women left the 
store, heading for Becky's apartment which was closer.

* * *

	Once at her apartment, Becky offered Kate dinner. She had planned 
an intimate dinner for two with Peter, and if it was not eaten it would 
only go to waste. While Becky finished preparing the meal, Kate cleaned 
up the glass and spilled wine in the fireplace. They ate in the 
kitchen, Becky had set the table with candles for her dinner with Peter 
and Kate asked Becky for matches to light them. The younger woman 
tensed at the thought of a candlelight dinner with Kate, but the older 
woman obviously had no ulterior motives in lighting the candles.

	Over the flickering glow of the candles, Becky unloaded on Kate. 
She told how she was finally ready to have sex with Peter, when he 
broke up with her. She was confused sexually. She avoided any mention 
of her fears of being a lesbian or her desires for Kate. All the while 
she was slugging back the wine; it made it easier to talk. After 
dinner, they left the dishes on the table and went into the living room 
and continued the conversation on the couch.

	For her part, Kate mostly listened, making understanding comments 
where appropriate. She was aware that Becky was holding something back, 
but it did not matter. It was not her place to pry into Becky's private 
life. She was careful with the wine, though. With Becky drinking so 
much, it would be unwise to get drunk, too.

	The alcohol finally got the better of Becky and she started 
sobbing. Kate opened her arms and Becky leaned on the other woman, 
crying into her breasts.

	Becky's crying eventually gave way to gentle snuffling and that 
to gentle breathing. She felt safe and warm in Kate's arms. The older 
woman was gently rubbing her back, and Becky could feel the softness of 
Kate's breast against her hard shoulder. This felt right and good. She 
turned her head and looked into Kate's eyes. They were soft and warm 
and a small smile played across Kate's face. Becky raised her head and 
slowly brought her mouth towards Kate's.

	When Becky started crying, Kate did not know what to do except 
hug the younger woman. Kate, never one comfortable with emotional 
scenes, was just glad that words were unnecessary. She just rubbed the 
younger woman's back and literally took on the role of a shoulder to 
cry on. Gradually, Becky's crying ceased, replaced by steady breathing. 
Kate thought she had fallen asleep when the younger woman turned her 
head and looked at her. Becky's blue eyes were soft and bleary from the 
crying and the wine. Kate smiled.

	Becky's kiss took her by surprise. Not knowing what to do, she 
returned it. She felt Becky's hand on the back of her neck pulling the 
two of them closer. The kissing grew more insistent. When Kate felt 
Becky's tongue try and find its way between her lips, she knew it had 
gone far enough. The younger woman was far too drunk for this. Kate 
broke the embrace. When Becky tried to reinitiate it, Kate took the 
younger woman's head between her hands and gently kissed her on the 
forehead.

	Kate looked at her friend. Becky was clearly confused, but also 
on the verge of passing out. Kate somehow managed to get Becky to stand 
and led her into the bedroom. Becky collapsed on the bed. Kate took off 
the other woman's shoes and drew the bedclothes over her.

* * *

	When Becky woke it was still dark outside. She needed to pee. She 
stumbled to the bathroom. Halfway there, the headache kicked in. By the 
time she reached the toilet she was nauseous as well. Her stomach made 
a few feeble attempts to expel its contents, but nothing came up. Becky 
swallowed a few aspirin, swearing that she would never get drunk again. 
She sat down on the toilet, relieved her bladder, and tried to remember 
what had happened the night before.

	Clearly, she had embarrassed herself in front of Kate; she 
remembered the crying. She was still wearing her clothes from the night 
before, so she had passed out without undressing. She had also had this 
disturbing dream, at least she hoped it was a dream, of her and Kate 
kissing. Getting drunk had not changed anything, she still desired the 
other woman.

	Becky headed back to the bedroom, intending to go back to bed and 
sleep off the hangover. She stopped short when she saw that Kate was 
lying on the other side of the bed. She was facing away from Becky, and 
the covers over her were rising and falling slowly and steadily. She 
was asleep. Becky nearly panicked, then realized that she was being 
silly. She had passed out, and Kate, who had probably drank a lot 
too-although Becky could not really remember-had simply crashed in her 
bed as well.

	Becky undressed down to her underwear and slipped under the 
covers, trying not to disturb her friend, but as she did so Kate 
turned, and still asleep snuggled up to Becky. The younger woman, gave 
in to her own desire and tentatively returned the embrace. Kate sighed 
in her sleep and murmured the name "Jeannie." 

	Becky stiffened. While she had not accepted her desires for Kate, 
she had grown accustomed to them, but she had never imagined that Kate 
might be capable of returning the affection of another woman. It was a 
dangerous idea. If Kate was a lesbian, that would make it more likely 
that a physical relationship would develop. That was something Becky 
was not sure she was ready for. It was comforting though, the chance 
that the desire might be mutual. It made her feel less alone.

	Becky snuggled closer and closed her eyes. She heard Kate sigh 
contentedly in her sleep as Becky drifted off.


Lawyers in Love (3/3)
by A. Van Peebles

Copyright 1995 by the Author

	Kate awoke somewhat disoriented. She was in a strange bed and 
there was a warm body intertwined with hers. It was Becky; she was 
asleep. Kate flashed back to the night before. Nothing had happened. A 
drunken Becky had kissed her then passed out. She had put Becky to bed 
and then, it being late, climbed into the other side of the bed to get 
some sleep herself. Maybe she should have gone home.

	Sometime during the night, Becky had snuggled up to her. She 
enjoyed the moment, lying in the other woman's arms, but knew she had 
to get up. Becky was not ready for this; she was probably not even a 
lesbian, just confused.

	Kate gently tried to untangle herself from Becky's limbs without 
waking her up. The attempt was unsuccessful. Becky stirred, opened her 
eyes, and seeing Kate smiled.

	"You stayed the night."

	"Yes, I was a bit worried about you," replied Kate. "You were 
pretty drunk. How do you feel?"

	"Like shit. I will never drink again."

	"That will teach you. Will you be all right if I leave?"

	"Yeah. I just have to lay here until the hangover goes away. 
Thank you for staying."

	"No problem. It was too late to go home anyway."

	Kate rose out of the bed. Becky lay there watching her friend 
dress. Kate was aware of the younger woman's eyes upon her. As she 
finished dressing Becky spoke again.

	"Do you want to do something together this evening?"

	Kate looked at Becky. The younger woman was nervous, almost 
shaking, a pleading look in her eyes. Kate sat down on the edge of the 
bed.

	"Are you sure you feel well enough?

	"Not now, but by this evening the hangover will be gone."

	"Okay. Why don't you come be my place about seven. I'll have 
dinner for you."

	"That would be great."

	Kate decided that it was time to cross the line the two of them 
had been skirting. It was risky. Becky's drunken lunge the night before 
and her cuddling up during the night might only mean that the younger 
woman was confused and in need of companionship. She leaned in to kiss 
Becky to find, to her relief, that the other woman had risen up to meet 
her halfway. Kate grasped Becky by the shoulder and pulled her in 
tighter. Lightly, her tongue probed past Becky's lips, finding no 
resistance. Kate felt Becky's hands tug at her back, moving up and down 
without conscious control. After a few moments she broke the kiss and 
looked down into Becky's face. Her eyes were still closed. Then they 
slowly opened revealing satisfaction and long suppressed yearning.

	"I'll see you at seven," said Kate. Then she got up and let 
herself out.

* * *

	Becky had trouble going back to sleep, her excitement overcoming 
her need for recuperation. She lay in bed thinking about the kiss, 
thinking about what it would mean to sleep with Kate. 

	She was a bit frightened, but not like before. She was not 
frightened at the discovery that she desired another woman. She had 
accepted that, now. This was a nervousness akin to her first date in 
high school, only different in that she had not felt sexual desire for 
the boys that had taken her out. In high school she had been nervous 
because she wanted the boys to like her. She wanted to date, to be a 
normal teenager. Not knowing better, she confused this with sexual 
desire.

	Briefly, she considered what her parents would think of this. 
They would be shocked and hurt, blaming themselves for not bringing 
their daughter up right. She did not want to hurt them, but this was so 
right she would not give up the pursuit. She no longer had any doubts. 
She still did not know if she was a lesbian or not, but she did know 
that she wanted Kate, wanted her more than she had ever wanted anyone.

* * *

	The doorbell rang. Kate took a quick look in the mirror; she 
looked fine. She had considered meeting Becky wearing only a robe, but 
that would be moving too fast. Becky had had all day to change her 
mind.

	Kate opened the door and Becky, holding a bottle of wine, stepped 
inside. Kate closed the door and the two women kissed. It was almost 
chaste, lingering only a moment too long to be just a friendly 
greeting.

	Dinner slipped by. Kate and Becky spent time in the kitchen, 
preparing the meal and chatting about work. They moved into the dining 
alcove with the finished meal and ate and continued talking. Talking 
about anything, but what had happened last night and that morning.

	Kate had deliberately "forgot" the wine. She did not want Becky 
to get drunk again. After dessert, they left the dishes on the table 
and went into the living room. Kate put some music on the stereo and 
"remembered" the wine. It was late enough to give Becky the chance to 
back out sober, but the alcohol would help remove any lingering doubts. 
Kate replayed this logic in her head as she opened the bottle. The cold 
calculation of the seduction excited her.

	The two sat on the couch, drank the wine, listened to the CD, and 
continued the talk about work and the people in the firm. As they 
talked Kate leaned toward Becky. The conversation ended in a moment of 
awkward silence. Becky looked silently at Kate. Kate reached over and 
took the glass of wine from Becky and set it on the table. She set her 
glass next to Becky's.

	Kate then leaned in toward Becky, cocking her head and bringing 
her lips to those of the younger woman's. Becky returned Kate's kiss, 
slipping her tongue between the older woman's lips. For a while, Becky 
became the aggressor, placing her hands on Kate's shoulders and pushing 
her onto her back. The two kissed wildly, nibbling at each other's ears 
and necks. Kate's hands roamed around Becky's body, but Becky, for her 
part, could not bring herself to bring her hands to any parts of Kate's 
body except her shoulders and arms, at least not yet.

	After several minutes of furious necking, Kate realized that she 
would have to make the move to bring their lovemaking to the next 
level. She placed her hands on Becky's shoulders and pushed the other 
woman back up to a sitting position. Becky just sat there, looking at 
Kate, her shoulders heaving and nostrils flaring.

	Becky was wearing a pullover blouse. Kate placed her hands on 
Becky's waist and tugged at the blouse until it came out of her pants. 
She then slid the blouse up, and with Becky cooperating, removed it and 
tossed it aside. She then reached around Becky and undid the fastener 
holding the bra on. The bra followed the blouse to the floor. The older 
woman then paused and admired Becky's upper body. She was nearly flat 
chested, her breasts making only the slightest bulge. Becky was not 
very curvy, but with her long, dark hair falling about her shoulders, 
she was very, very feminine. Kate then leaned in and bit Becky lightly 
on the neck, sliding her teeth down the younger woman's breast until 
the right nipple was in her mouth.

	Kate flicked her tongue around Becky's nipple, feeling it 
stiffen. She lightly nipped it with her teeth, drawing a gasp from the 
younger woman, and then moved across and did the same to the left.

	Kate then sat up and took Becky's hands in hers. She drew the 
younger woman's hand up to the top button of her blouse. Slowly, Kate 
thought too slowly, Becky fumbled and unbuttoned each button working 
her way down to Kate's waist. Kate had to take Becky's hands in hers 
again and bring them back up to her shoulders. Becky finally got the 
idea and removed Kate's blouse. Without further prompting, Kate's bra 
followed.

	Becky hesitated. Kate wanted the younger woman to lean down and 
suckle her, but she did not cooperate. So, Kate stood up and held out 
her hands. Becky hesitated again for an instance, instinctively 
realizing this was the moment of no return. Up to now they had just 
been necking, what would follow would be sex. Slowly, hesitantly, Becky 
placed her hands in Kate's and allowed herself to be raised up until 
she was standing. Kate then led her into the bedroom.

	The two women, naked from the waist up, stopped at the foot of 
the bed. They kissed again for a moment, and then Kate slowly dropped 
to her knees, running her lips down Becky's chest and navel.

	Kate unfastened the button on Becky's jeans and then lowered the 
zipper. She reached up and tugged at the waistline and slipped the 
jeans over Becky's hips and onto the floor. Only the thin, moist fabric 
of the panties separated her from Becky's sex.

	Kate looked up at Becky's face. The younger woman was looking 
down expectantly. Kate tugged the panties down over Becky's hips and 
they followed the jeans to the floor. The tart, tangy aroma of Becky's 
sex assaulted her nose. Kate breathed it in; it was delicious. Becky's 
pubic hair grew wildly about her crotch. Kate parted the hair with her 
fingers, and finding the clitoris, she planted on it a quick kiss, and 
then stood up.

	"Now, you take off my pants," Kate told Becky.

	Becky hesitated, then she kneeled and removed the Kate's jeans.

	"Now the panties," directed Kate.

	Kate's panties were soaked through. Becky could see the matted 
pubic hairs and the lips of Kate's pussy beneath. She tugged at the 
panties and pulled them down the older woman's legs. Like Kate before 
her, Becky breathed in the aroma. It was pungent, but pleasant. Like 
her own, but slightly different. Kate's pubic hair was shorter than her 
own, and was neatly trimmed. The idea of Kate trimming own pubic hair, 
preparing for a lover, excited her.

	She wanted to reach out and touch Kate's pussy. She wondered if 
she should kiss it, like Kate had done to her, but she could bring 
herself to do neither, not yet. She stood up.

	As the two women kissed again, Kate maneuvered Becky so that her 
back was to the bed and her calves were pressing against the mattress. 
Kate pushed her lover gently back, so that she was lying on the bed. 
She then knelt on the floor, between her lover's legs and started 
kissing Becky's inner thighs and legs.

	Becky closed her eyes. This was almost unbearable. She was so 
excited, but Kate would do nothing to release her. She was just being 
teased by Kate's lips and tongue.

	Finally, Becky felt Kate's tongue part her lips and lap up some 
of the juices that were oozing out of her. A minute or two of this and 
she would come to orgasm. Then, suddenly, Kate's lips locked around 
Becky's clitoris. The pleasure was unbearable. Becky sat up and 
screamed, grabbing Kate's head and mashing it hard into her crotch. She 
dropped back onto the bed as the orgasm continued to crash over her.

	After the contractions were over, Becky let go of Kate's head. 
The older woman continued to suck and lick Becky's clitoris, 
occasionally darting her tongue down between her pussy lips to lap up 
her juices. 

	Becky opened her eyes and looked down at her lover. Their eyes 
met. Becky could see that Kate was smiling as she licked and nibbled. 
Becky leaned back, closed her eyes again, and allowed Kate to bring her 
to a second orgasm. It was not as intense as the first, but it lasted 
longer.

	Sometime after her second set of contractions ended, Becky felt 
Kate nibbling at her ear. The older woman was now lying beside her. She 
opened her eyes and looked at her lover. Kate's nose and mouth 
glistened with Becky's secretions. 

	Becky moved towards Kate and kissed her, tasting her own juices 
on her lover's mouth. After a moment, Becky broke the kiss.

	"That was wonderful. I never knew it could be like that. Thank 
you."

	"Don't thank me," said Kate. "I loved doing it." And then she 
said rather pointedly, "I'll bet you would love doing it too."

	Becky took the hint and smiled. Where there had been hesitation 
before, there was none now. She wanted to bring Kate to orgasm like 
nothing she had ever desired before. She kissed Kate again, a long, 
lingering kiss. Then, when the kiss broke, she kissed Kate's left 
shoulder, and then her upper chest, a series of kisses that ended at 
Kate's left nipple.

	Becky halted her downward movement at Kate's breasts for a while. 
She suckled at Kate's left breast, and then moved to the right, running 
her tongue in circles around the nipple. After a few minutes of this, 
Becky started her downward movement until she was between her lover's 
legs.

	Kate was sopping, and the aroma was strong down here, but Becky 
reveled in it. She leaned into her lover and quickly licked Kate's 
clitoris, just once. Kate shuddered and grabbed Becky's head with both 
hands. Becky leaned in again and ran her tongue along Kate's lower 
lips, from bottom to top, scooping up her lover's juices. Then Becky 
began her attack in earnest, alternating between the lips and the 
clitoris.

	It was a bit frustrating for Kate. Becky was clearly 
inexperienced. Becky would suck at her and just as the as the pleasure 
would begin to mount, Becky would shift down to her vagina. Then as 
Kate started to build toward a vaginal orgasm, the younger woman would 
move back to Kate's clitoris. Becky was lapping wildly, undisciplined.

	Kate sighed and leaned back. She thought about saying something, 
about directing her inexperienced lover, but then thought better of it. 
There would be plenty of time for instruction later. Don't spoil her 
first time. It might take longer, but she would come. Kate just closed 
her eyes and let Becky work.

	Becky saw Kate lean back and doubled her efforts, moving back and 
forth between clitoris and vagina faster and faster.

	For Kate, the orgasm slowly built. She didn't notice the first 
signs, faint and deep as they were. It was taking longer than usual, 
but it was happening. She began to clench Becky's head in her hands, 
forcing the woman's mouth deeper into her vagina. The orgasm crept up 
on her. Before she knew it, she was in the throes of the most violent 
contractions since Jeannie had left her.

	When it was over, she looked down, between her legs. Becky was 
looking up, inquiringly, her face glistening with smeared vaginal 
juices.

	Kate pulled her new lover up, and they kissed again. Becky 
embraced her, burying her face in Kate's breasts. Kate absent-mindedly 
ran her fingers back and forth along Becky's arm. They both drifted off 
to sleep.

	They both awoke a little after midnight. They talked for a bit, 
Becky admitting that she had been scared at first, but was now certain 
that there was nothing wrong in what they had done. Kate told Becky of 
her loneliness since she had left Jeannie to take this job. They made 
love again, this time Kate giving Becky the gentlest instructions. 
Becky was a quick study.

	In the morning, they awoke in each other's arms and they made 
love again in the light of the morning sun that was streaming through 
the window. 

End