THE PERSONAL AD ©October 16, 2004 Property of My Secret Obsession

THIS IS AN ADULT STORY WITH ADULT THEMES DEPICTING LESBIAN SEXUAL ACTS. IF IT IS NOT LEGAL FOR YOU TO READ STORIES OF THIS NATURE, OR IF IT OFFENDS YOU- LEAVE NOW.

Six weeks after my break up with Cat, I was completely over it.

We'd had 3 great years, together. And, then one kind of rocky year. And, then, one that just plain sucked.

I believe in commitment. And, I know what the word means. My parents were married just short of 50 years. Separated only by death. Each of my 3 siblings are long married, with no signs of waivering. And, with all of the conviction bred into me, fortified with all of the love that I had in my heart for her, when Cat and I decided to commit to each other- I promised to love her, and be with her forever. I meant to keep that promise. I was giving our relationship everything that I had to give. But, we were a bit tired of each other. And, though she pretended that everything was OK, Cat secretly had other ideas.

One night, while she was out of town on business, Cat called me on the telephone at our home, and told me that she wanted me to move out. I knew things hadn't been great, but, I didn't think things were quite that bad. I really hadn't expected it.

Cat had chosen a pretty tough time to tell me that she wanted me to leave. We had just found out that my mother had been diagnosed with cancer, and I was driving 150 miles out of town to see her, and 150 miles home, just about every single day. I was, spending every weekend with her, burning up the highway between Houston and Seguin in my Chevy pickup. My family was gathered together, supporting my mother and my father during this ultimate transition, and I really hated to have to take the time out, to find a new place. I wanted to spend every moment that we had left with my mom. With them. We needed to be together.

I couldn't stay where I wasn't wanted, though. I wasn't about to put up with that shit. So, I found an apartment, and moved out. And, though I have forgiven Cat- I have not forgotten the cowardly, selfish way that she ended our relationship. I found out some time later, that while I was busy with my sick mother, Cat was GETTING busy with one of the vice presidents at the energy company where she worked, with hopes of furthering her career. She did get a promotion, but she was laid off a short time later.

The first night that I slept in my new place, after 5 years with Cat, was one of the most pleasant, peaceful nights that I can remember having in my entire life. I didn't shed a single tear. You won't be hearing much more about Cat other than she's a bitch from hell. She wasn't a good lover. And she hurts me because she acts like the 5 years that we spent together didn't happen.

My mother found peace 12 weeks after her diagnosis, with her family there to support her.

And, there I was, in a new place. Single, again, and with lots of time on my hands.

A little tiny piece of me found my mother's death oddly liberating. I began to act out, somewhat, in ways that before, when she was alive, I did not dare. And, I was pretty damned wild, to begin with. But, without my mother there to reinforce her disapproval, I found myself, suddenly, wanting to be bad.

I had gotten very involved with a lesbian online community. I enjoyed the message boards, and the chat. And, I had posted a personals profile. And, I was getting LOTS of attention. I just love the internet.

I had started an email correspondence with a woman in my area. We really hit it off, online. We had a lot of interests in common. We were both recently single again, after lengthy relationships. And, our mothers had died two months apart. We both saw ourselves as tough and independent. And, we both appreciated the same type of humor. She had a sense of the absurd.

I eagerly looked forward to my emails from her. I checked my email obsessively, hoping to find a message from Ricky.

Her name was Erica. Her nickname was Ricky. Ricky was better, and if you knew her, you'd agree. It wasn't too long, before we decided to have a phone conversation.

Ricky called me on my cell phone. I had emailed her with my number, and the next moment, the phone was ringing.

Her voice was the thing that hooked me. It is the first thing about her that I remember, still, when I think of her. Not too low, and not too high. With a slight raspy edge, to it. And, she was very intelligent, and witty, with an easy laugh.

We chatted. We flirted. We had already shared a ton of information via email. We had exchanged pictures, too. We had set the stage for seduction. And, it seems, that was it. The next logical thing to do, was to meet.

And, I was getting dressed, as we talked.

We decided that, right then was a good time to do it. Meet, that is.

Over a period of a couple of weeks, we had exchanged personal information. I told Ricky about my job as a booking agent, and part time bartender, and my art degree. And, Ricky told me about her job as a police officer, and her master's degree in criminal justice.

Being online, I'm pretty sure that we made ourselves out to be pretty extraordinary.

And, the moment of truth was upon us.

I had thrown on a pair of jeans, and a henley, which I looked good in, with my tight ass, tiny waist, and muscular back, and biceps. I pushed up my sleeves to show off my forearms. My long blond hair, shiny white smile, and pretty face, lit by aqua green eyes, confounded the picture. I stepped into my Cole Haan deck shoes.

Ricky and I had determined a halfway point at which to meet, although we lived pretty close together. We decided to meet at a little out of the way mexican restaurant. I was driving my pickup to our agreed destination, and talking to Ricky on my cell phone, about nothing. Everything. I just wanted to hear that voice in my ear. I found the restaurant, and pulled into the driveway. Parked my truck, and took a deep breath. Ricky heard me, and, I guess, saw me from her own car. "You're here, aren't you?", her voice sounded husky, like she was turned on.

"Yes," I said.

"Look directly behind where you parked, across the lanes for traffic, and on the second row, facing away from you. I'm in a black Acura."

I looked in my rearview mirror. I followed her instructions, until I located her car. "OK, I see you."

"Why don't you come sit with me for a minute?"

I was kind of nervous about that. I felt perfectly OK about meeting her in a restaurant. But, I didn't really feel too comfortable climbing into the car with someone that I didn't know. My good sense went out the window, and I was caught up in the excitement of the moment. "OK", I said, and got out of my truck. I locked it up, and turned towards Ricky's car. I crossed the lanes of traffic, and picked my way through the parked automobiles. I walked up on the passenger side of Ricky's car, lifted the handle, and hopped in.

There was no car in the parking spot ahead of her, and no blockade to prevent her forward progress. Ricky threw her car into gear, and screeched out of the parking lot, and onto the street. Now, I WAS concerned.

"Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?" I yelled at the sandy haired woman, in the driver's seat.

"I'm kidnapping you", Ricky replied, with a smirk.

I regained my composure. "Yeah? Well, I don't fucking appreciate being kidnapped. So, you're going to soon be passengerless, just as soon as I see a good spot to get out of this fucking car," I said, calmly, and matter-of-factly, with my slight southern drawl. I kept my head, and surveyed my options. If she slowed down enough, I was out of there. How did I get myself into these things? I shook my head in disbelief.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you." Ricky was laughing at me in my obvious distress, which wasn't doing much for my disposition. She kept her car going at a speed at which I could not safely jump out. I tried the door, anyway. Child proof locks. I couldn't pull the handle. All I could do was wait for an opportunity.

We were in a normal, suburban neighborhood, that I had been in, before. I knew a couple of club owners who lived in the enormous confusing subdivision. I lived downtown. I can't relate to the suburban thing. Soon, we arrived at a house, just in time to see the garage door automatically opening. Ricky had pressed a button on her key ring, to activate the automatic lift. There were burglar bars on every single window of the house, and bars on the doors, as well. I really didn't like this.

"You sure are quiet, Blue", Ricky said. "What's wrong?" She pulled her car into the garage, and the door lowered behind us. I was pretty worried. There was something evil about her smile. It was more of a sneer, actually.

She was an attractive woman. She had sandy blonde hair, and a sprinkling of freckles, like a redhead in disguise, and green eyes. A combination that I have since learned to avoid. When we consider the animals of the earth, and we look at their natural camouflage, we can, with common sense, associate their coloring, and characteristics with the natural habitat from which they come. The tabby cat's stripe blends in with the bark on a tree, where he customarily dwells. The doberman has dots over his eyes, so that when his enemies see him sleeping in the dark, they think his eyes are open, even when his eyes are closed; the baby fawn has white spots on it's brown back, so that it will blend into the snowy landscape of the early spring. And, the sandy headed, green eyed woman is colored so, I am now convinced, to blend with the monstrous green eyed devils and lapping flames of the pits of hell.

She glanced at me, as she drove. Was she being playful? I let her draw me in, a little. She looked at me with an impish grin. Playful, but mean, I decided. I remained defensive.

"Yeah. I was just thinking about how I was going to get the hell out of here." I said to her, sitting stiffly in the passenger seat.

"Oh, Blue. Don't be mad." Ricky tried to soothe me. "Relax. Let's go in, and have a drink." Ricky persuaded, but with a mocking undertone.

I knew I had to go in, anyway, in order to get out of the situation. I had a better chance of getting away from inside the house, than I did from this garage, without a fight. And, I was beginning to think it may take a fight to get myself out of the company of this mess of a woman.

"Yes. Let's go into the house." I shook my head yes.

Ricky got out of the car, and came around to my side to open the door. She pulled the handle up. I resisted the urge to knock her down with the car door. I got out, slowly. Ricky tried to offer me a hand. I did not accept it.

"Aaaw. Are you going to stay mad?" Ricky whined. Now that we were out of the car, I could tell what was going on. Ricky was a bit drunk. I had not considered that, before. I was too surprised about what was happening, to try to figure out WHY it was happening.

Ricky was about 5' 7". She was in really good shape. She wore jeans, black tennis shoes, and a "Jekyl and Hyde" t-shirt. I took that as a bad sign. Ricky handed me her keys. "Open that door, would you?" I felt better, having the keys in my hand. I considered running, but didn't. I found the key that looked like it would fit the deadbolt, inserted it into the lock, and turned. The door led us into Ricky's kitchen. It was small, and neat. Everything was spotless. But, there was that BARKING. "Yap! Yap! Yap! Yap!" I heard at least two distinctly different barks.

"Bea! Brando!" Ricky yelled at the yapping little dogs. "It's time for their medicine," Ricky slurred. She stumbled to her refrigerator, and got a block of Velveeta. There was a bottle of Benadryl coated tablets on the counter. Ricky unwrapped the cheese, and cut off a slice, then wrapped it up, and stuck it back into the refrigerator. She cut two small cubes of cheese, hid a Benadryl tablet in each one, and then took the medicated treats to the yapping little dachshunds who were enclosed in a bathroom, off her living room. I could hear Ricky talking to them in baby talk, as she fed the dogs their "treat", and handed them each a rawhide chew bone, after they gobbled down their tainted cheese cubes. "They can bark the Miranda Rights", Ricky teased. She thought that was pretty funny. She laughed hysterically at her own joke.

Ricky said the dogs had allergies. I thought nothing of it, at the time.

"There's some vodka in the freezer," Ricky offered. "You could mix us some martinis."

Ricky went to her stereo, and turned on some music.

Bryan Adams sang "Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?" Ricky had a nice stereo. Small Bose speakers were placed throughout her house, high up around the ceiling in each corner. Her CD player must have held 100 CDs. I opened the freezer, and got out the bottle of vodka. I mixed some martinis. Dirty, with some olive brine, I found in a jar in her refrigerator.

I took a gulp straight out of the bottle of vodka, in self defense. I was starting to get over my abduction, though I really didn't appreciate the fact that she had driven with me, while she was intoxicated. And, I made it a point to mention that.

Ricky had lit a fire, in her fireplace. It wasn't cold enough for a fire.

"Aw, hell, Blue. I'm a fucking COP. Do you really think another cop is going to take me to JAIL for driving drunk? Arrest ME for DWI??? HAH!" Ricky laughed, and filled me in on the way it was with cops.

"We protect each other. Our jobs have low pay. We get no respect. We're hated. You're goddamned right we're going to take some perks out of the deal. We protect each other, " Ricky repeated. "I can pretty much do anything I want. No one's going to fuck with me." She was really drunk and obnoxious. "I can drive 95 mph in a 35 mph zone, and I won't get a ticket, because I'm a cop." She smirked, and took another drink. I found her very threatening.

Yeah. And, they get great deals on their dry cleaning, too. Something about that irritated me. I was brought here, without Ricky asking me, and now, she was sitting here bragging about how she could get away whatever she wanted, because she was a cop. She proceeded to tell me about stopping people for traffic violations, and searching their cars, and stealing drugs, when she found them. That pissed me off, too. I was disliking her more by the moment. This woman was clearly unstable.

I took a seat on her sofa, and put down my martini glass. I brought the frosty bottle of vodka from the freezer to the table. I suspected that this whole thing may get out of hand. I drank a little more. But, I thought to myself, I am going to let Ms. Law and Order, here, get waaaay ahead of me. She drank the last drop out of her martini. And, I poured her another. My first one was not even finished yet. I was thinking she would be more manageable if I let her get really drunk.

"You know, Ricky. I really need to be getting back." I decided I had better start telling her now, because I knew that getting the hell out of there, was going to take some maneuvering, to do it politely, so I thought I would get the conversation started. I was beginning to be less concerned about politeness.

Ricky got up from the end of the couch where she was sitting, and moved closer to me. I leaned away. "Aww, come on, Blue. Let me kiss you." Ricky tried to move her lips to mine. I moved away, not feeling that way AT ALL. But, Ricky was persistent. She kept trying, refusing to take the hint.

Finally, I had enough, and stood up. "Look. I'm not interested in you, that way, right now. I just met you," I explained, lying, but afraid the truth would trigger an outburst that I didn't feel like dealing with. I could never forget this night, I thought to myself. It sucks beyond compare. And, I definitely wouldn't be seeing her again. But, I dared not reject her, I suspected. Because, I imagined that at the very least, rejecting her would cause an emotional meltdown that I would be forced to deal with, for HOURS. I couldn't even excuse myself to the bathroom, and find a window to climb out of, because they were behind locked burglar bars.

Her face twisted into terrible incomprehension.

Oops. I fucked up when I said that. It was then that I considered what I was dealing with, here, and decided on a plan to get out of it, quickly. I sighed and realized what I had to do.

I would just have to give the lady what she wanted. Sort of. But, I was going to give her MUCH, MUCH, more than she bargained for. Because, I was PISSED off.

"Now, come over here, and let's get properly acquainted, so I can get into this situation, uh, here," I stammerred, shifting gears. Trying to find a segue. A crooked, drunken, smile crossed Ricky's face, as she stumbled over to where I stood, quickly forgetting my words, and eagerly accepting my attention. She bought into the false affection. I kissed her, my guts twisting, inside, as I fought back my anger, and repulsion. She seemed to like it. She moaned, and sighed, and pawed me, and slobbered. She was literally pawing me. I grabbed her hand, and tried to stop her rough groping. She squeezed my breasts too hard. It hurt me. She bent her head to my neck, and with wide open mouth, she bit HARD, and sucked. It was very painful. It felt sort of good, but, she was too rough, and was biting so hard, that I was afraid she would rip my flesh. I managed to wrench free, just in time to catch a glimpse of Ricky's savagely contorted face, teeth bared, and eyes like slits, before she caught me looking, and straightened out her facade. I checked to see if I was bleeding. Geez. This was SO not my style. That was going to leave a bad mark.

"Is that your bedroom?", I asked her, nodding my head towards an open, darkened doorway, ready to get this show on the road. She nodded her head, looking breathless with anticipation, but also drunk, and disgusting. I could hear the dachshunds snoring in unison, through the bathroom door, the Benadryl inducing a sound sleep. They must have been very pesky, to require sedation. I grabbed the bottle of vodka off of her cocktail table. I acted like I was gulping down a shot, but did not really drink. Then I passed the bottle to Ricky. She put the bottle to her mouth, and took a big swallow. That's right, keep drinking, I thought to myself. I took her hand, and led the way to her bedroom.

She had a waterbed. Hah! I thought to myself. THIS won't take long.

I gave her another drink out of the vodka bottle, and set it down on her night stand.

I pushed her gently towards the bed. She sat on the edge, for a moment, trying to get her bearings through her drunken fog. I sat beside her. I kissed her cheek, and encouraged her to lay down. Ricky swung her legs around, and lay on the rippling, water filled mattress. A small burp, escaped from her. Inside of me, I snickered. My plan was working quickly. Ricky rolled over, and made room for me. I got in bed beside her, making the mattress wave and ripple in two directions. I heard Ricky's stomach rumble, violently. I let the mattress settle until it was still. Ricky moaned. "oooo", and then said, weakly, "I don't feel so good."

Those were the magic words, that I had been waiting for. I sat up, which set the mattress vigorously in motion, in two directions. Ricky heaved. "I'm going to be sick...." I helped her up, and led her to the bathroom.

And, while she was busy wretching, I went out through the kitchen, into the garage. I found the garage door opener, and punched the button. The door began to rise. I locked the doorknob behind me, so that no unwanted intruders would "get" the drunk, sick, woman in the house, that I was fleeing from. I pulled the kitchen door closed, and quickly walked out under the garage door, entertaining a fear that the door may lower closed again, before I could get out, and trap me inside of the garage. But, I knew I would get out of there, if I had to tear the door OFF.

I shivered with disgust, and breathed a sigh of relief, once out of there. I reminded myself to behave, and not do stupid shit like that, again. I should listen to my mama, I reminded myself. She would not have approved.

I looked around me, and decided what to do next. It was the suburbs. There were houses, everywhere. I stood on the sidewalk, with my back to the street, facing Ricky's house. On either side, of course, there were almost identicle houses, inhabited by who knows? I considered the odds of running into another whacko. I knew that I was far, far, back into the neighborhood. Miles from the restaurant, where my car was parked, and in a suburban maze of cookie cutter houses. It could, very likely, take me hours to make my way out of there. Alone, in the dark. I had my cell phone. I checked it. It was out of juice. Ricky and I had talked too long, before the unfortunate reality of making her actual acquaintance. I had my driver's license, and my bank card. If I could get to a phone, I could call a cab. It wasn't very late. All of that- and it was only 10:30 P.M. Too late to knock on the door, if there were children sleeping. I hated to have to disturb anyone, but, I had to start somewhere, if I was going to get out of there. And, I wanted to get the hell away from Ricky, before she regained her snap.

The home to the right of Ricky, obviously had children living there. The bicycles left in the yard, were a dead giveaway. So, I chose the one to the left, and walked up to the door. I rang the bell.

After a moment, a little voice from inside asked, "who is it?" I could tell it was a woman.

I cleared my throat, "Hi! I need to use a phone..." I hoped that she would not be afraid to open the door, when she heard that I, too, was female. "Im lost, and all alone," I tried to sound pitiful and make her laugh.

She opened the door a crack. "Oh," she said, "I saw you drive up earlier with my neighbor. She gave you some trouble, huh?" she looked at me sympathetically. I realized, then, that Ricky must have a little problem. I was embarrassed.

"You don't look like the......type...that she usually brings around," she said, opening her door wider, to get a better look. "How did you end up with her? If you don't mind my asking. God. That was rude. Sorry." She laughed.

That was blunt, I thought. I was reluctant to tell her. I felt rather foolish about finding myself in this.....predicament. And, obviously, she knew that I must be gay. I wondered if that bothered her.

"It's a long story," I tried to evade the question. "May I use your phone?"

"Not if you're not going to tell me what happened," the girl teased. She was really attractive, with dark hair, and blue eyes. Her hair was wet. She had apparently, just gotten out of the shower. Her hair was slicked back. It looked very sexy that way. Unruly strands were breaking free and tumbling down her forehead, as her hair dried. Her eyebrows were dark, and arched. Her lashes were thick, and black. Her face was free of make up. She was wrapped in a bright, clean, fluffy white robe. And, she had a beautiful smile on her face.

"I'd bet you could use a drink, after that. Whatever it was. Want one? Well, wine, actually," she offered."My name is Lisa, by the way. I was just about to drink a little wine, and wind down. And, a bedtime story would be just the thing," she teased.

I liked Lisa. She let me in. I stood at the front door. As she walked away from me, towards the kitchen, I watched her. She was my height, exactly, I estimated. She had larger breasts than I did, I noticed, as she turned her body towards me. She poured a glass of wine for me. "Want to come in, for a bit?" She extended the glass of wine. I was still standing by the front door.

Why not?, I thought. I smiled, and nodded, and she started for her living room. Her house was completely different from Ricky's. The feel of it was different. It was decorated in navy blues, and deep jewel tones. She had soft fabrics. Sheerly draped windows, in layer after layer of flowing, transluscent silk. Her sofa was velvet. Bright peach, against tones of purple, green, blue, and dark yellow. Ricky's house was beige, and stark.

Lisa played soft jazz on her stereo. Incense burned, emitting a rising stream of smoke from the holes in a coffin box, carved from teak. A candle flickered, on her cocktail table. There were sketches layed out, side by side, as if she had been comparing them. They were sketches of dresses. They looked like wedding dresses, only with a renaisscance flair. They were beautiful.

"I make custom costumes. Right now, I'm doing some work for a theatrical production," Lisa explained. If the finished products were anything like the sketches, they must have been something to behold. I wished I could see them.

I introduced myself. "I'm Blue. My name, that is, is, Blue. Blue Sleighty."

"Blue?" She smiled.

I told her the story (about my name). She said, "Oh." Pretty much the same reaction as I usually got.

"So, tell me what you were doing at that terrible woman's house." Lisa could hardly wait to hear.

So. I told her. I told her about the whole thing. About how hot things had seemed via email. And how I never suspected that Ricky was a whacko. And, how tempting it was to meet her. I think she understood. She seemed to wriggle in her seat, a little. I hoped I wasn't offending her.

Lisa told me about how violent Ricky's relationship had been with the woman who had recently left her, from what she could see from her house. Lisa said that they were always black and blue, and they yelled all of the time. She said that Ricky was a control freak, and on a complete power trip. Her girlfriend was part owner of the house, but left it behind, rather than have to deal with Ricky's evil vindication. She said she suspected that there were some pretty corrpupt things going on in the house next door. She said I was probably lucky to get away. I didn't mention Ricky's drunken confessions.

I didn't know, and the importance of it all was fading, as my interest was now in Lisa. Was it my imagination? Wishful thinking? She seemed to look at me in a rather sultry way. I sipped my wine. I was surely imagining things.

"I have always wanted to be with a woman. But, I never found myself in the company of a woman, that I knew for certain was into women, and that I was attracted to. Until, now." Lisa's face turned red. "I can't believe I just said that." Lisa looked down. "I meant it, though." She stumbled over her tongue. She had embarrassed herself.

The blood suddenly rushed to my cunt. "So, you've never been with another woman?" I stuttered, not really knowing what to say. We were both stumbling, a bit.

She looked at me with lust in her eyes, her head lowered and her eyes wide and looking into mine, lips slightly parted. She slowly moved her head from side to side, "no," she whispered, barely audible.

I moved over where I was sitting, and made room for her to join me.

"No. Come on." Lisa got up and extended her hand to me. I took it. She pulled me towards her bedroom. Her bed was huge. It was a king sized bed. The comforter was silk, dark blackish purple and quilted. She had stacks of colorful pillows, in soft, sensual fabrics. Lisa pulled the cover back, exposing the smooth inviting sheets. It looked so soft. The sheets were satin, and the color of gold.

Well, this was not what I had expected to happen, but sometimes one just has to adjust. So, I did.

I took my shirt off, unhooked my bra, and smoothed them out a bit, in a sloppy, hurried, folding job. I layed them on an ornate, velvet, victorian style bench, at the foot of her bed. Next, came my jeans. I slid them off over my hips, and added them to the pile. I wore no socks, in my deck shoes. I had been in a rush to dress. I was undressed as quickly. I stood before Lisa's appraising eyes, naked, and I could see that she wanted me, but, she was afraid. I moved closer to her, and untied the sash that closed her robe.

Her breasts were beautiful. I cupped a perfect breast in each hand. I admired the color and size of her nipples, running a thumb simultaneously over each one. They were very pink, and as round as a half dollar. I gently pushed her breasts together, making cleavage They were so firm. I resisted the urge to squeeze.

She looked beautiful, with her dark hair slicked back. Her body was soft. Not as athletic as mine, but in good shape. Her curves were round and her skin was lightly tanned, all over. Her eyes were bright blue. And, she trembled when I touched her.

I bent towards her, to kiss her. She accepted my kiss, tentatively. Then, I felt her catch her breath, in a gasp of passion. I put my arms around her, holding her closer, and kissing her, my mouth locked with hers. She kissed me back, eagerly. Our tongues found each other, in a snake-like dance, moving against each other in our joined mouths. My heartbeat sped up, and I felt my cunt moisten.

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"Oh, my god," she whispered. "This is so unreal. I can't believe this is happening. You feel so good." We lay down together in her bed. I pulled the covers up around us. We lay on our sides, facing each other, propped up on elbows. I held her close against me, with a hand on her hip. I kissed her, more. Lisa's breath was quickening with excitement as our lips pressed softly against each other, tongues, playing, and mouths sucking lightly and seeking familiarity. I could hear a saxaphone playing softly over the speakers from her stereo. The patchouli scent from her incense wafted through the air, arousing us further, with it's earthy scent.

I pushed Lisa's hip, where I once pulled it closer, rolling her over onto her back. I placed my warm hand on her springy, black bush of pubic hair. I moved my hand lightly in a circle, and then, up and down, letting my fingers rub and roll her fleshy labia. I parted her cunt lips with two fingers, and found her tight little hole with my probing middle finger. It was slick with wetness. Lisa caught her breath sharply, as my fingers moved from there and found her clit, and rubbed it up and down lubricating it with her viscous fluid. Each stroke arousing delicious excitement. "You know just where to touch me," Lisa breathed, "Oh, god. Oh, god that feels so good." She raised her hips a, little, to meet my touch.

I was so hot, I could barely stand it. I ached, I was so turned on. I moved my own hand, to my own cunt, and I put my fingers inside of myself, and squeezed my thighs together, God! I was dying to come. This woman was so sexy. And, she was enjoying my touch. I was in ecstasy. I moved my fingers back to Lisa's clit. Then I pushed two fingers inside her tight, hot, pussy. I fucked her with my fingers, in and in, and in, until Lisa's hips were thrusting hard, upwards, wanting my fingers deeper, and harder in her pussy. I positioned my hand, so that her clit pressed firmly against it, on each inward stroke. Lisa's hips pushed hard forward, and she moaned, and rolled, from side to side, with her thighs squeezed tightly together, my fingers still inside of her. "Oh, my god, I'm coming!" she gasped. "Oh god, Blue! You made me come!"

Lisa's mouth sought mine. She kissed me passionately, as her orgasm shook her and then stilled, throbbing through her in waves. Her pussy muscles twitched, and clutched in involuntary spasms.

I was so close! We kissed, and I let Lisa's hand rest on top of mine, as I touched my own clit. I rubbed my clit, as only I can do, with my dripping, overflowing excitement pouring from my soaking cunt. It would only take a few circular motions, over my slick, throbbing clit, to send me over the edge, I thought. Lisa surprised me with an adventurous move, by moving her mouth from my lips, to my excited nipple. The electric shock of her sucking mouth, did it. I was coming, now. I needed to kiss her. I pulled her to me, and my mouth and tongue sought hers hungrily, while my body shuddered, her hand on top of mine, and clutched still, between my thighs.

We lay together, our arms around each other, and our legs entwined. Kissing, sleepily. Soon, we drifted off.

I woke the next morning, before daylight. I gave Lisa a little nudge.

"Huh?" Lisa started, remembering that I was there. She smiled. She kissed me on the cheek. "Good morning," she whispered.

"Could I trouble you for a quick ride up the road before your neighbor wakes up?" I grinned. "It might be hazardous to both of us if she somehow finds me here."

"I hate to say it, but, I think you're right. But, can I see you again, Blue? I really loved being with you, last night."

We kissed.

"Yes. But, at MY house."

We got up, and dressed. I wrote down my address and phone number.

Lisa drove me to my car, in the darkness. She pulled up, by my pickup.

"How about, tonight?" Lisa asked, eyes smiling with a blissful glow.

"Tonight sounds great," I replied. I got out of her Toyota, and walked around to her side. I looked around, to see if anyone was looking. I bent towards the open window, and kissed her . "I'm looking forward to it."

I watched her tail lights, as she drove away. You just never know what the hell is going to happen.

I climbed into my truck, and drove home, looking forward to being in my own bed.

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