Heather  sat  on  the  edge of the bed and carefully  folded  the
cleaned leather top and placed it back in the box. Traci had left only
a  few  hours  before,  ending their day of  games  with  Heather  the
Mistress and Traci the more than willing sex slave. Even now, as tired
as  she  was, Heather felt a chill go down her back at the thought  of
the  power  and excitement she felt in guiding Traci from  one  sexual
encounter  to  another,  always being  sure  Traci  was  getting  more
pleasure than Heather was demanding in return.
     It amazed Heather to see how responsive Traci had been to being a
slave,  taking orders, performing sexual acts on her body.  Traci  had
clearly  been deeply aroused the entire time. And, it scared her.  She
had  never  before had such control over someone else. She was  tired,
and  felt  confused. School would start soon and she felt off  center.
And  the  Summer's  internship experiences hadn't exactly  helped  her
settle down.
     Into the box she placed Susan's note, and replaced the cover  and
placed  the  heavy  box  high on the shelf in her  closet.  She  stood
staring at it for a long time, then closed the door to the closet.  At
her  desk, she took out some personal stationary and wrote a long note
of thanks to Susan. Knowing she would want to know, she put in some of
the  details of the games she and Traci had played, how wonderful they
had  been,  and  promised a personal recounting of the night  and  day
soon. She sealed the envelope and placed it near her purse and bag.
     She  wrote another short note to Traci. "Traci, dearest; I had  a
wonderful,  erotic time with you this past day. In fact, the  sex  and
spirit  of  the  day were both fantastic and scary to me,  somehow.  I
think  I've tapped into some part of my personality that I know little
about.  It  has left me both tired physically (smile) and  emotionally
and  I  need  to sort things out before school starts next  week.  I'm
going  down to my folks' place at the beach till the end of the  week.
I'll be by when I get back. I'll miss you. Love, Heather"
      She  locked  the door, dropped the note to Susan in  the  corner
mailbox  and  stopped by Traci's apartment on the  way  out  of  town,
sliding  the other note under the door quietly, then driving  down  to
the beach.
    She stopped for food and a couple of beach read books and soon was
settled  in  at the beach house for the week. She made  sure  all  the
doors were locked and everything was as it always was, then went for a
long,  long walk on the beach. Just as she was turning to go  back  in
the  darkening evening, she noticed a man several hundred  yards  away
who  was doing something with a net in the surf, but she couldn't make
it out. Tired, she turned back.
     After  a late meal, she cleaned up and decided to get cleaned  up
for  the night and then read for a while. Usually, she enjoyed showers
as  a  chance  to  not  only get clean, but enjoy  the  spray  on  her
sensitive  skin, particularly the areas around her nipples. Her  hands
and  fingers would always generate a large amount of lather from a bar
of  soap,  then spread it lovingly and gently over her body, lingering
everywhere  her  long  fingers would remember  were  special.  Showers
always ended with a satisfying orgasm to release the tension built  up
from all the teasing.
     Tonight, the shower was brief. Pulling on a long cotton nightgown
and  drying her long hair, then brushing it out. She settled into  the
living area with one of her books and a glass of wine, with soft music
playing  on the radio. And then, after only a few hours, she  put  out
the  lights  and slid into the sheets of her bed. Skipping  her  usual
ritual of a long build-up to a clitoral orgasm to help relax her,  she
closed her eyes, hugged her favorite stuffed animal to her, and almost
instantly was asleep.
    And the week was much the same. Long walks, reading, some TV, some
shopping for more food. She knew she was down and needed a change. But
couldn't  put her finger on what it was. Two days before she left  the
beach,  she went for another long walk and again spotted the  stranger
casting a net into the surf. This time, she walked down and stood  and
watched.  The  man was not much older than her, with a  lean  swimmers
build and not a trace of fat anywhere on his body as he worked. On the
sand  were large glass jars in a holder on some sort of sleigh with  a
rope to pull it.
    "Hey! Would you bring out one of the empty jars?"
     Heather pulled one of the jars from the holder and waded into the
surf  until she reached him. He flashed her a dazzling smile and  took
the jar from her. "Thanks. I'm Eric."
    "Heather. What are you doing?"
    "Plankton count in the surf for doctoral research. Every low tide.
This  is  the  easy part. Then time to do the counts." He  looked  her
over.
     "You're  very beautiful!" He had to shout over the crash  of  the
surf.  He was quickly filling the jar from the output of the  net  and
replacing the lid.
     "Thanks!" And she almost told him he wasn't bad looking  himself.
And  shocked  herself at the mere thought. She never dated  men.  They
never  asked  her. Or did she let them know somehow they were  wasting
their time?
     And then they waded out of the surf and Eric put the jar into the
sled and looked up. "Every see plankton?"
    "No. I mean, not live. Pictures on TV."
    "Come join me up at the cottage and you can count some for me. I'm
going blind. Just up here. No funny business,
promise." Eric looked at her confidently and started to pull the  sled
without waiting for her answer.
     And she was going to say no from reflex, but stopped herself  and
followed  along.  The cottage turned out to be an  old  one  from  the
1950's, run down, but having that air about it from the days when  all
there was out here was sand, water, and the fishing. Eric put the jars
down  and  began  to  make  up slides with practiced  ease  while  she
watched. Putting one into a microscope, he adjusted it and slid out of
his chair.
"Here.  Now  I  focused  on one right in plan view."  His  hard  chest
pressed  into her back as he leaned forward to work a control  on  the
microscope. For the first time in a week, a spark of excitement pulled
on  her  nipples and she felt her pussy get warm. God, it's a GUY  for
God's  sake!  Calm  down. You never get interested in  guys.  But  the
contact  was getting all her attention and she was having a hard  time
concentrating on the slide, or her words.
     "Yes,  I  see  it."  It  looked like a miniature  shrimp,  almost
transparent.
     "Good.  Now run these controls slowing all the way from  stop  to
stop, then turn this control one quarter turn, and then the other stop
to stop, until you have looked slowly at the entire slide. Count every
plankton you see."
     And  he pulled away, leaving a burning sensation on her back  and
she  wanted him to return. But she started to count. And for an  hour,
he  handed  her  slides and she counted. As she got  better,  it  went
faster. Two hours later, they were done and he finished recording  the
data in his field book, and went and opened the refrigerator.
    "Beer or wine?"
"Wine would be nice. Why count all these plankton?"
     "Well, I am building a theory that the numbers are decreasing for
certain  reasons and I need baseline data to support it. My thesis  is
due  in six months and I haven't even finished the research yet.  This
is my last chance for data. I go to school at a university over on the
other coast, but a friend had this place for the Summer, so here I am.
Wrong coast, but the theory should be valid regardless of the ocean or
beach."
    He handed her a glass of wine. "And you?"
    "Junior at the local college. Art major. I worked the Summer as an
intern  for  an ad agency doing multimedia graphics and that  sort  of
thing.  I  have  to be back at school in two days." She  took  a  long
drink.
     "Umm.  I'm starved. Would you agree to stay and have dinner  with
me?  I'm  a  good  cook and would love the company."  He  looked  very
hopeful.
     "Yes, that would be nice. I've been alone all week myself." Damn,
she  shouldn't have told him that. But, he seemed harmless. After all,
he hadn't made any moves yet, anyway.
     And  dinner  he did fix. Five courses, and it was all  delicious.
They  laughed and horsed around in the kitchen making it all and  then
cleaning  it  up.  And suddenly, they were back  in  the  living  room
standing facing each other and she was wondering...
     "Listen,  I know I said no funny business, and I'm a  man  of  my
word,  but my soul is never going to let me have peace the rest of  my
life  unless I at least try to kiss the most beautiful woman I've been
lucky enough in my life to meet."
     He  approached her and she knew she wanted him to do it,  so  she
tilted  her head back and he kissed her gently, lingering, a  hand  on
each of her shoulders. He finally pulled back and gazed into her eyes.
    "Wow. My soul..."
    "Eric, my soul is never going to be at rest unless your soul," she
put  her  hand  on  his hard chest" is completely satisfied.  Kiss  me
again." Gosh, what am I doing? she wondered as she was saying it.
    And he did. This time, his arms went around her and her full chest
flattened  against  his, the contrast of soft on hard  adding  to  the
flood  of new sensations now flooding her loins. She missed the  swell
of  another woman's breasts pushing on and in between her own,  adding
to  the wonderful cushion of flesh between their bodies. His cock  was
hard  now  and  pressed  firmly into her  stomach.  For  her,  also  a
completely  new  sensation. And one that had her  pussy  beginning  to
drip.
    His tongue worked her mouth roughly and wetly, and he moved to her
neck. Her breath was already coming in short gasps and he pulled away.
"Heather, I really meant..."
     "I  know. It's my choice. Love me." And they moved together  then
walked to the back bedroom and he pulled her to him again. The kissing
was  more urgent and he rapidly pulled the buttons on her sweater open
and  pulled the sweater from her. As he saw her breasts for the  first
time,  he  quickly began to suck the nipples and she felt  the  sparks
shooting.  But he was going from place to place too fast, leaving  her
hanging and wanting more at each tender spot she was focusing on.  And
then,  the sensations were somewhere else and she flowed toward  them,
then again he moved on.
     "Slow down!" she wanted to scream, but he was now pulling off his
shirt  and  shorts. His cock was standing straight out and, while  not
overly  large, was nicely shaped. She reached out and took it  in  her
hand,  caressing it slowly. Maybe a slow hand job will  give  him  the
idea, she thought. She backed slowly onto the bed and sat down.
     He  joined her in the bed and moved over her, kissing her breasts
and  quickly  moved to rubbing her pussy with sand roughened  fingers,
pulling and scratching her slightly. And then, he moved her legs apart
and  he  began  to  mount  her. She was not really  ready.  Wet,  very
aroused. But, it was so fast. Not like...
    Somewhere, somehow a condom had made its way onto his cock, and he
penetrated  her quickly. She groaned at the suddenness of  her  organs
being  moved  rudely out of the way and he tightened his  arms  around
her.  His  weight pressed her down, and his hips began  to  pump,  her
pussy  raising  and lowering to meet him. Her clit, now  beginning  to
extend,  was being pinched against him each time he slammed down,  and
hurt  instead of sending her flying. But the sliding of his  hot  cock
inside her was good. Very nice. Definitely better than her toys. Well,
most  of them, anyway. And none of them generated all this heat.  God,
he was a hot poker inside her. She moaned.
    Toys can't duplicate that heat, she thought in quick moment. Enjoy
this.  You've  always wondered. Eric, slow down. Please slow  down.  I
want to experience the sensations and learn to go with them.
     He  was missing all her cues and drove on, his tempo picking  up.
Concentrating her own passion was finally rising to meet his  at  last
and  she felt the familiar warm tunnel of lust begin to suck her  down
into it. But, his hard buns under her hands and roughness of his hands
kept distracting her, slowing her slide, blocking her relaxation. This
could be so nice, so different, but she was not in control here.
    And then, without warning, he came. He stiffened and shook, pelvis
driving against her hard several times. And then, he rolled off her.
     NO!  I'm not done yet! Just a little more. Shit! Shit! Her  brain
was  screaming at him. But it was over. He rubbed her arm a  few  more
times, and kissed one nipple. Her pussy was aching for release and she
felt  totally  frustrated. Soon, he got up and  dressed.  She  cleaned
herself  up  and also dressed and went and joined him  in  the  living
room.  And  she  found  she  had nothing to  say  to  him.  He  seemed
uncomfortable that she was still there, so she suggested she leave.
     And he walked her back to her cottage in the dark and kissed  her
and said, "That was the best. I can't believe I just meet you and have
to  leave in the morning. Let me write my address for you. There. I'll
call you at school. Promise." And he was a dark shape walking down the
beach.
     "So,  Heather my dear," she was talking to herself as she  walked
inside,  "you wanted to know all these years if it would be  different
with  a man? Any questions?" And she laughed. And stood at the top  of
the  steps  in the doorway still trying to make out his shape  in  the
distance.  And  she  cried  a  little. It  was  textbook.  Very  nice,
but....yes,  very  nice in a way. Not long enough. And  now,  she  was
amazed  she could still feel him up inside her. A phantom cock,  still
pushing  at  her  insides,  sliding in and out.  Definitely  not  long
enough. He'd never know what he just walked away from. She could  have
gone  all  night if only knew how she felt and how aroused she'd  been
and known how to please her.
     She cleaned up and showered, dried her hair and went back out  on
the  darkened  porch and sat with her feet up on the railing.  A  very
gentle  breeze blew her skirt up and the tendrils of wind  teased  her
pussy  and  the backs of her thighs. Her hair blew around her  in  the
wind, and most of it ended up covering her breasts. The very long pink
nipples stood up against the cotton fabric of the thin blouse, but she
made  no attempt at self stimulation. She sat that way for a long time
and went to bed and fell instantly to sleep.
     The  next day, she cleaned up the cottage and emptied the fridge,
and  read  on the beach and swam a lot. The beach was totally deserted
now, so she felt a bit lonely as evening came. Dinner also included  a
bottle of light wine and she went to bed a bit tipsy.
     In  the morning, she packed her things, locked up the cottage and
left  the  key  with the real estate office on her way out.  The  long
drive  back  to her apartment was uneventful. She put her things  away
and discovered two messages on her answering machine. One was from her
Mom.  "Hi, dear. Just to let you know we're back from our trip and  it
was  great.  We had a message here from Traci saying you were  at  the
beach  for  the week and needed to be alone. I hope you are  fine  and
please call me when you get in. Traci sounded a bit worried about you.
You  know she cares a great deal for you, and frankly, I think you two
make a darling couple. Call me."
     "Darling  couple?" She knew they were lovers? How? She  had  only
mentioned  Traci a couple of times in letters, or on the phone.  Well,
the  cat was out of the bag now, she thought. Mom wanted to talk about
her lover.
     The second call was from Traci. "Hi. When you get back, stop over
and  tell  me what's up. Missed you all week. A LOT! See you later,  I
hope."
     She  dialed home first, taking a deep breath as the phone started
to ring. "Hello?" It was her Mom.
     "Hi,  it's Heather. I'm back from the beach and ready for  school
tomorrow."
     "I'm  so glad. Sounds like you had an exciting Summer and I can't
wait to hear all about it. Suppose we drive down next weekend and  all
go out to dinner?"
     "That'd be great Mom! I've missed you and Dad all Summer.  Seemed
strange to be out on my own and never get to see you."
     "We  felt the same way and talked about you everyday. By the way,
why don't you invite Traci to join us."
     Ah.  There  was  the other shoe. "Mom, I mean, we  never...you've
never said anything..."
     Her mother interrupted, "Dear, I've known since you were thirteen
and the only friends you ever had were girls. I used to have to change
your  sheets  almost every morning once your hormones kicked  in  full
time and you started to masturbate and had someone sleep over!"
    "MOM!"
     "I  don't  mean  to  shock you, but you must think  we're  blind.
Anyway, you're not the first in the family, so I think we know how  to
handle everything. You have our full love and support, always have and
always will. I will miss planning a wedding, though!" She laughed.
     Heather  thought about Eric in that second. "Well, don't  be  too
quick  to  eliminate that. I. Well. I don't think it's just girls  any
more. I'm a bit confused about that right now." Wait, did she say  not
the first in the family? Who?
     "Oh. Well, whatever is the right answer for you will be fine with
us,  you can rest assured. Now, don't forget to invite Traci.  Got  to
run. See you next Saturday night. You pick the place."
     "OK.  I'm sure Traci will love to come. I hope you like her.  See
you then!"
     And  she  hung up. And sat for a long time thinking about  Traci,
Eric,  boys, girls. And decided one thing for sure. She was  horny  as
hell. And felt back to herself.
    It was late as she pulled up at Traci's apartment house. She could
see from the windows that the lights weren't on, not a good sign. When
alone,  Traci  lit up the place like a stage for fear of burglars  and
rapists. So, for certain, she wasn't home. And her car wasn't anywhere
to  be  seen.  Just in case, she walked up the stairs and  stopped  at
Traci's  door.  There  was a note taped to the  door  just  above  the
knocker.
     "Heather, if you stop by, I'm over at my sister's. The directions
are  below.  They are having a pool party and invited me at  the  last
minute  and,  since you weren't back yet, decided to  go  to  help  me
unwind  before classes start tomorrow. I HAD hoped to unwind with  you
(hint), but it looks like a missed opportunity. If it's not too  late,
come on over and have some wine and we'll at least chat. Traci"
     Heather  looked at her watch and decided it was  too  late,  but,
Traci wasn't back yet, so, she'd stop over anyway. The directions were
easy to follow and in twenty minutes, she pulled up in front of a nice
big house with a big lawn. Traci's car was still out front! Great!
    She got out and started toward the house.
    Traci picked up her watch and held it up to see the watch hands by
the  dim lights in the pool. It was almost midnight and she had waited
out  here  hoping Heather would come. Now, she was horny, and  worried
about  Heather. A very gentle, cool breeze was wafting over  the  pool
now,  ruffling  the top of the water, green in the  pool  lights.  The
other  guests were gone and her sister just told her to close up  when
she  left. She sat in her two-piece suit and looked at her hands.  She
had  let  the nails grow all Summer and was proud of how they  looked.
She knew long nails trapping Heather's long nipples drove her wild and
she  had  planned to tease her all night in the pool. But. It  was  at
that  moment  she  knew, sensed, that Heather was there.  It  was  her
scent,  that wonderful scent that she gave off, a combination of  hair
shampoo, perfume, and that unmistakable punk of a woman in heat, mixed
together.  Her  heart  skipped a beat and settled  into  an  increased
rhythm. She lifted her head and saw Heather standing at the end of the
walk in the darkness, just short of the pool deck.
    "I didn't think you would come."
    "I got back late, and Mom, well, I came right over when I saw your
note. I missed you."
     The  two  of them walked toward each other, smiling.  With  every
step,  Heather  felt  her  legs  get weak  and  her  pussy  fill  with
lubrication.  They met and Traci took her smoothly into her  arms  and
they kissed. A deep, longing, erotic kiss with two tongues dancing  in
and  out of each other's mouths, saliva pouring back and forth between
them  in  some heady brew that heightened their arousal. Both of  them
were breathing through flared nostrils.
     Heather's  breasts  were on fire to be rubbed  and  pinched.  She
rubbed herself vigorously against Traci's equally full tits and moaned
into Traci's mouth.
     "Traci, please take me. Fuck me. God, please fuck me. Now,  right
here. I can't wait. I want you so much."
     A sharp thrill ran down Traci's spine at these lust filled words.
Heather's  mouth covered hers again and they sucked and tongue  fucked
each  other  for  another minute. Then, Traci pulled back  and  turned
Heather around. In a second, she released her top and pulled the  ties
on  her  bottom, and stood naked. She eased her swollen boobs  against
Heather's back and the heat in them felt like a branding iron  against
Heather's skin, through her blouse.
     Traci moved close and whispered in her ear. "I will fuck you till
dawn, if you want it. I need you too. Close your eyes and let me  fuck
you, suck you and love that outrageous body of yours."
     Her fingers were working slowly down Heather's front, rubbing her
breasts  and now hard nipples against the insides of her arms  as  she
worked the buttons on the blouse free. She eased the blouse up out  of
her  shorts and the last button came free. She eased back from her and
ran  her  now  long nails up Heather's back to the bra strap.  Heather
moaned  loudly. The bra catch came free in an instant, but Traci  made
no  move  to remove the blouse or the bra. She ran her nails down  the
back  from the nape of her neck to the top of her shorts, then  around
her  sides  and across the top of her stomach. She could feel  Heather
tremble from the touch on her skin.
     Moving  closer to her again, her own breasts flattened once  more
against the trembling girl and her hands now traced up the stomach and
eased the bra cups loose, first from one breast, then the other.  Very
slowly, tickling and tracing patterns on the bottom of the heavy  orbs
becoming exposed.
    "Oh, shit. That's SO NICE! I'm soaked. please. don't make me wait.
I  need  it. Oh, God." It was all a groan an Heather's body  began  to
almost glow from the heat she was producing.
     The  bra cups were now pushed up on top of the large swollen tits
and  finally,  she closed both hands underneath both breasts,  lifting
them  lightly, and closing a long extended nipple between  each  thumb
and  index  finger nail. She tightened her grip and Heather shuddered.
Her breasts were on fire in Traci's hands. Traci finally let her right
hand  move  down and release the snap at the top of Heather's  shorts.
She  unzipped  the zipper half way, and eased her hand down  over  the
hard,  flat belly, then the tips were in Heather's bush, so thick  and
wonderful  between her fingers. Her fingers moved on and  Heather  was
already  humping  her  hand, trying to hurry her.  She  tightened  her
fingers around the left nipple and twisted it.
     Heather's  attention  went back to her breast  and  the  electric
sparks  pouring from the nipple across her chest, just as  Traci  slid
two fingers smoothly between her cum slick lips and into her pussy  to
the second knuckle.
     Heather began to go tense and shake and Traci knew she was  going
to  cum  and  eased  another finger inside and  spread  them,  letting
Heather's  pussy clamp down on the pressure. Heather  felt  her  inner
thighs  get white hot and heat pour into her pussy and up her  stomach
as the orgasm hit her.
     "I'm cumming..." it was a whisper as the wind was driven from her
by  the  intensity of it. Traci worked the spot just to  the  side  of
Heather's clit that she knew Heather liked better than any other place
to  be touched. And Heather stiffened again and groaned very loudly as
she came twice more in rapid succession. And then, Traci just held her
as she came down a bit.
     Heather  turned  and hugged Traci, her head on Traci's  shoulder.
"That  was  so nice. Nobody does that like you do. I felt  so  fucking
horny."
    "Would you like to go for a swim?"
    "I didn't bring a suit with me."
     "Don't need one. Look at me! Anyway, I'll go in and kill the pool
lights  and let Sis know we'll be out here for a while. Don't go  away
now!"  She  gave her a kiss and Heather took her right breast  in  her
hand and began to gently knead it, finally pulling it into her mouth.
     Traci groaned and pulled her head into her tit. "Yes, I need that
too.  Let's get to the pool." And they separated and Traci  grabbed  a
towel to wrap around herself and ran to the house. Heather went  to  a
lounge  chair and sat on the edge, her open blouse and bunched up  bra
still where Traci had left them, her shorts just barely hanging on her
hips.  The  feeling of Traci's hot breasts on her back was still  very
much  there,  as  well as the feeling of pressure from those  talented
fingers  deep  in  her pussy. She closed her eyes and  just  sat,  re-
experiencing those feelings.
     Suddenly,  Traci was there by her. "Here, we'll put some  oil  on
first.  You'll like this, I bet. No, let me undress you. You  know  it
makes  me  crazy to strip you. I'm hot for you already, so  this  will
make me really jump your bones.
     Traci  closed  her eyes and finally, felt the  feather  touch  of
Traci's fingers as she eased the blouse back slowly of one shoulder at
a  time and then slid it down her arms and off. Then, the bra, one cup
at  a  time. The fingers gently tracing alone the skin of her breasts,
the  sides,  the tops, the hard tips, and down her arms as the  straps
went free.
     She heard the glug from a bottle and then Traci began to smooth a
thick  layer of oil over her shoulders and neck. Taking her time,  she
worked  the oil slowly down her back and arms, stopping at the top  of
the  shorts. Pouring more oil, she very slowly worked it into the  top
of  Heather's front, and then down ever so gradually onto the swelling
orbs  finally, palming each nipple and rubbing in into the  firm  tits
until the nipples were standing straight out, fully erect. Traci  felt
her  pussy  flood from the sight and feel of these erotic  pencils  of
flesh, longer than she could ever have imagined a woman could be.  And
so  tender and sensitive. The feel of them deep in her throat made her
almost cum as she sucked on them briefly, ignoring the oil.
     Heather  was sinking into the satin feel of the oil. It made  her
skin  warm,  even in the cool breeze. Her breasts were hot inside  and
Traci's  slow  steady actions were getting her very turned  on  again.
Traci pulled her slowly to her feet and then eased the dangling shorts
off her, exposing her naked, very wet pussy to the cool air. It was  a
wanton,  delicious  feeling. Traci continued to  lather  on  the  oil,
working  down  each  leg  and back up, then the  other,  and  finally,
standing pressing against Heather's well oiled side, worked a  copious
handful  into Heather pussy and ass crack, lingering over her asshole,
finally,  sliding  her oiled index finger inside  just  to  the  first
knuckle.
     The  silky,  satiny feeling was almost too erotic  to  stand,  as
though  her  body  senses  had gone into some  totally  new  level  of
pleasure.  And  she  floated  inside the pleasure,  feeling  the  cool
breeze, feeling her exposed parts tingle.
    "OK. Now me. Be quick, I want you in the pool." Traci whispered in
her ear.
    Heather opened her eyes and realized just how dark it was with the
pool  lights off. She took the bottle and spread oil on Traci as well,
also making sure she took care to oil Traci's pussy and ass very well.
And she returned the favor and inserted a finger deep into Traci's ass
and  began  to wiggle it. Traci was moaning and her pussy was  running
down her oiled leg.
     "Oh,  honey. Ummmm. Nice. Pool. Let me do you in the  pool.  Keep
that  thought."  And  they slipped their arms around  each  other  and
walked to the end of the pool and stepped down into the water.
     Again,  it felt entirely different from before. The oil kept  her
skin  hot  inside, and the cooler water felt like it was a layer  away
from her now silken skin. Traci stopped her when they were waist deep.
She  could  feel  her pussy tighten against the cold, but  inside  her
molten loins stayed just as hot.
     Traci,  facing  her with their boobs pressing  into  each  other,
slowly  worked the pins out of Heather's long hair and then, every  so
gently,  let  it down her back, separating it with her  fingers,  it's
rich  fullness accented by the slick oil on her fingers. Heather  felt
the  hair  on  her  back, and as it always had, she felt  her  arousal
increase and her chest go tight from the sensuous feeling on the  skin
of  her back and upper ass as the hair became wet and drifted back and
forth over her tight, oiled buns.
     Then,  Traci took them deeper and told her to float on her  back.
Heather  loved to float, and she just laid back and put her  arms  out
with legs slightly separated and began to float. Traci gently began to
guide her around the pool as she floated. Every few seconds, her hands
glided over Heather's legs, or stomach, or breasts, but only for a few
seconds at a time and never in any pattern. Heather's skin was cool in
the  water,  and the skin tightened around her swollen breasts,  which
felt  molten hot inside. The nipples, puckered tight in the night air,
were standing up like spikes and the wetness left from Traci's roaming
fingers  would  cool in the night air and they felt  almost  painfully
tight.  Her  state of arousal continued to climb as she floated  in  a
state  of  near ecstasy. Her pussy was swollen inside,  but  the  lips
remained  tightly sealed by the cold water, trapping the growing  pool
of  cum and adding pressure inside her cunt. As much as she wanted  to
have  an  orgasm,  the buildup was so intense she wanted  it  to  last
forever.
     After almost thirty minutes of this, Traci guided them both  over
to  where the pool filter pump was jetting an output of water from the
side  of  the  pool.  Positioning them both a safe distance  from  the
intense  jet,  she opened her own legs wide and felt the  tendrils  of
pulsed  jets  of  water on the back of her ass and on her  pussy,  now
fully  swollen from her own arousal from touching Heather's voluptuous
body.  As  her  own orgasm began a slow approach, she moved  Heather's
legs  wider apart and pulled her gently toward her, parting her  tight
pussy with two fingers and moving them deeply inside the hot confines,
her  trapped cum seeping past them as she worked them in  and  out  of
Heather. She kept one hand under Heather's butt and gently guided  her
back  and  forth onto her fingers, fucking her on her hand,  gradually
adding a third finger.
     Heather  felt the pulses of water touching her ass and  pussy  as
Traci  moved  her around. Almost in a sort of sexual  trance  at  this
point, she felt the silky touch of Traci's hand grip her ass and begin
to  move  her  back and forth, and then two fingers slide  inside  her
tight  pussy  and  she  began to quiver in the water  from  the  rapid
buildup  to orgasm. As another finger slid in, she came with  a  great
shudder, a wave of white hot heat filled her thighs and spread up  her
stomach, then to her chest and face, and finally, she was floating  in
a  cushion of heat from the orgasm that seemed to last forever.  Traci
continued to stroke her pussy and clit and the fire started again  and
she  moaned into the night air. Traci was soooooo good at fucking her.
She  wanted  her  to fuck her forever. Make this last  forever.  Silky
skin.  Cool  air, hard nipples, tight pussy. Forever. At that  moment,
she  had  never before let go some completely to her own  desires  and
sensations. She was Traci's to do with as she pleased. Completely.
     As  she  finally came down from her intense arousal,  she  weakly
regained  her legs and they hugged. Heather led her to the deeper  end
of the pool and forced her to swim back to the deepest end, just under
the diving board. And they kissed as they tread water slowly.
     Then,  Heather  took  a very deep breath, and  simply  slid  down
underwater,  using  Traci's ample figure for hand holds,  sliding  her
fingers  between Traci's legs and sinking down in front of her  pussy,
she  moved Traci's legs far apart and pressed her lips and tongue into
Traci's tight pussy, parting the lips with her tongue.
     Compared to the cool water, the hot tongue felt like a fire brand
as  it  entered her welcoming pussy, and Traci gasped out, "God,  yes,
fuck  me  with  your tongue. Make me cum. Oh, Oh, Yes. Ohhhh...."  She
tried  to  concentrate on treading water, but was rapidly  approaching
her long delayed orgasm.
    Heather surfaced to get air, and they kissed again. Traci held her
close with one hand. "Eat me, honey. It is unbelievably good. Do me. I
need you to do me so bad."
     Heather  slid under and again she began to savage the now-swollen
clit  with her tongue. Her wonderful fan of hair moved around  Traci's
stomach  and ass and was adding to the tingling rapidly racing through
Traci's  nervous  system. Traci was now quivering  and  trembling  and
having trouble keeping her head above water. Heather took one last big
gulp  of  air and this time, as her tongue slid deep into  her  pussy,
then up to her clit, Traci came with a groan and slid under water with
Heather  still at work between her legs. Only the desperate  need  for
air forced them both to the surface where they hung on the side of the
pool hugging each other.
     And  they  repeated the events, only this time Traci floated  and
Heather  did  her in the end, and Traci ate her in the  deep  end  and
Heather  came  so hard she almost passed out underwater. Satiated  for
the  moment, with their arms around each other's waist, they left  the
pool and began to dry off with some towels Traci had brought out. They
carefully  wiped  each other dry, and pulled the towels  tight  around
each other and twisted them to stay above their ample bosoms.
     Heather  spoke  first. "Where did you learn that  trick?  It  was
fantastic. I loved it."
    "Not telling you. I have to have some secrets, after all. And you,
with  that  underwater  tongue job, I couldn't  believe  I'd  actually
orgasm,  but  I sure did. I thought I'd drown, and didn't care!"  They
both laughed.
    "Mom and Dad are coming down next Saturday and want you to join us
for  dinner.  Mom  is calling us a couple now and  wants  to  meet  my
lover."  Heather was looking at Traci from the corner of her  eyes  to
gauge her reaction.
     "That  sounds very nice. I'd love to meet them face  to  face.  I
suppose she told you I called to let them know where you were?"
     "Yeah.  You  are a worry wort. But, something did happen  at  the
beach  I  need to talk to you about. Maybe later this week."  "OK.  We
need to get cleaned up and head back. I have classes to teach and you,
you  have  to listen to me! At least one of us should be awake.  There
are showers in the back of the house and the door is open."
     Heather  was relieved the Traci was so relaxed about her parents.
Yes,  she was her lover. Not just some casual sex thing, but,  a  real
relationship. She stood there looking a Traci and leaned  forward  and
kissed her hard.
    "We are lovers, aren't we?"
     "I  should  hope so, or else I'm in love with the wrong  person."
Traci said smiling, and she kissed Heather back.
     And  Heather  reached out and snatched the towel  off  Traci  and
turned and raced for the showers. Traci gave a whoop and chased  after
her,  laughing. And they were still laughing as they soaped each other
up and began that magical dance of fingers on breasts and pussies that
brought them off again and again with such relaxed ease.
    Maybe nobody would be awake in class. Who cared?