Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Lawyers in Love (revised version) by A. Van Peebles (FF, 1st time) Copyright 2012 by the A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved --------------------------------------------------- This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic depictions of sexual activities and practices that may disturb some people. It is not intended for minors. If you are a minor, if you reside in a location where such material is illegal, or if you would be disturbed by explicit descriptions of sex, please stop reading and delete the file immediately. This work is copyright 2012 by the author. Readers are permitted to make and retain copies for their personal use. It may be posted to non-commercial, free sites so long as no changes are made to the content and the author information is retained. Any other use of this work is permitted only with written permission from the author. This story is a work of fiction. Any description that resembles a person, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. --------------------------------------------------- This is a revision of a story that I wrote nearly twenty years ago. While I thought it turned out well, the prose in the original seemed a bit stilted and stiff. So I've reworked it, providing the thoughts of the two characters in something akin to stream of consciousness. It's still the same plot and characters. The original is still floating about the net in various archives, and if people want to see the original version, I can post it here as well. --------------------------------------------------- It was turning out to be a pretty typical Monday morning when Becky looked up from her work as Mr. Barringer and a woman walked into her office. [Mr. Barringer just walked into my office. He never does that. If he wants to talk to me, he, or rather Ms. Riegger, buzzes me. He's with a woman. Older than me, probably about twenty-nine. Small, about 5'2", nice figure, pretty, and good taste in clothing. Nice shoes, Ferragamos, I think.] "Becky, this is Katherine Martin, our new associate," said Mr. Barringer. Turning to the new woman he continued, "Becky here is a law student doing a summer internship with us. If you need her for any research 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. With his billable time pegged at $550 an hour, Mr. Barringer didn't like to spend a lot of time on this type of duty. [Another woman in the office, and a lawyer to boot. Best of all, someone closer to my own age, who I can talk to, not like the over-forty legal secretaries who only want to talk about the latest soft-porn novel or Dancing with the Stars. Not like the partners who don't socialize with law students. The other associates? Typical guys. They stopped talking to me about anything other than business when I made it clear that I wasn't interested in going to bed with them. The office was kind of dull; now it's looking up.] * * * After Mr. Barringer had finished the whirlwind office tour, Kate settled into her office. The firm was pretty much what she had expected, small and conservative?in the professional, not political sense; Mr. Barringer was a big fundraiser for the state Democratic Party and had lots of high-powered connections that an ambitious young associate could take advantage of. That was all to the good. Best of all, the firm was awash with money, a rare thing in this economic climate when most firms were either laying off lawyers or just not hiring. Kate had done her time at the Environmental Defense Council, earning lots of moral capital but relatively little cash, and now this Barringer, Levy, Dunstan, Cooper, and Schmidt, LLC looked like it would change that. Barringer and the other four partners, seemed like good, solid, WASPish people, and the other two associates, all men, looked like typical young, ambitious lawyers. [The young guys are probably dogs, sure to hit on me, but probably excellent lawyers. I can tolerate a lot of frat boy behavior if they're good at their jobs.] The support staff seemed competent, but Kate figured that they would have little in common with her. [That Becky though. A luscious number. About twenty-three or four, svelte, creamy skin, long black hair, small breasts?probably perky?overall assessment, absolutely stunning. Stop it, Kate. It's not good to be thinking like that. This is a small firm, and sexual relationships in the office aren't good for the career. While I seriously doubt anyone at this firm will have a problem with me being a lesbian, banging the intern is not likely to go over well. Don't do anything stupid like sacrifice the career for the sake of a rebound relationship. Besides, she's probably straight. Nothing says we can't be friends, though. I'll need a little girl talk around the office from time to time.] * * * Two days later, as promised, Kate took Becky out to lunch to get the low-down on the office. Becky enjoyed the lunch itself, at one of the fancier, sit-down restaurants that were usually ruled out by the law student's budget?tablecloths and real china, not paper cartons and plastic forks?but she pretty much confirmed Kate's assessment of the firm. It was a good, solid place to work. No drama or scandalous gossip. The worst things about working there was, one, the lack of someone for a young woman to talk to and, two, getting hit on by the male associates. Kate had already discovered this last one; two of them had hit on her already. Becky took an instant liking to Kate. The slightly older woman was very easy to talk to, and the usually shy Becky found herself babbling away. She told Kate about how she was a second-year law student who worked at the firm during the summer and a few hours a week when law school was in session and how she got the job through her dad, who was a tennis partner of Mr. Barringer. She grew up in the town, going to a Catholic girl's high school, and then Mount Holyoke, but got her own apartment when she returned to attend law school. It put a real crimp in her budget, but it was better than living with her parents. She had a boyfriend, Peter, who was the sweetest, nicest guy, and then to her own amazement Becky launched into how she was an "old fashioned girl," saving herself for marriage, and while Peter was nice, there was no spark, and maybe he wasn't Mr. Right, but he was very considerate and, while he clearly wanted more, understood and never pushed. [Oh God! Why did I just tell Kate all about sex life, or lack thereof? How embarrassing. Jesus, it just shows how desperate I am for someone to talk to.] Kate did not learn much about the office, but she did learn a lot about Becky. Her gaydar was pinging throughout the meal. [This Becky's a closet case if I ever saw one. Went to all-girl Catholic schools because she wanted to. Check. Went to an all-women's college. Check. Softball player. Check. Has a boyfriend, but still a virgin at twenty-four. Check. A sex life so unsatisfying that she told me, a perfect stranger, all about it. Check. And she's even better looking than I first thought. Athletic. Thin, but those were some broad shoulders, and some well muscled, but still very feminine arms. And my God, that ass and those legs. Verdict: probably approachable, but not worth the risk. If she is gay, she's clearly a first timer and will take a lot of work and care. I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I'm still not over Emily. I need a low-maintenance fuck buddy to bang for a while. Anyway, she's probably just another straight girl fucked up by Catholicism. Remember, not all softball players are lesbians.] * * * That night, Becky was feeling lonely. Her lunch with Kate had made her itchy for companionship. She tried calling Peter, but there was no answer on his cell. He was probably at the library, where there was no reception in the stacks. She debated whether to leave him a message or not. If he came over, it would be late, and he'd want to stay the night, and every time he did there was unspoken pressure for them to "do it." And he might interpret this as a "booty call." [Peter never pushes, but he clearly wants to fuck me. God, that word makes me feel dirty. But even if we don't fuck (there it is again), he'll want to fool around. The kissing is nice. And he'll want to play with my boobs. Why I don't know. They're way too small. Not like Kate's. Those are probably very nice. Maybe I should let him touch me down there. No, that would be wrong. But I do give him a handjob now and again. That's different. He's a guy. And I don't have time to go to Confession before work, so no fooling around tonight. No message.] She hung up. If Peter saw the missed call and came over, fine. But she wasn't going to invite him. [Is this normal? Am I some kind of freak? Most twenty-four-year-olds aren't virgins. I may be the only one. Peter is a really nice guy, good-looking, smart, funny. Why don't I want to fuck him? I like spending time with him. I like the kissing. I like feeling the warmth and closeness of his body. I just don't want anything more from him. Yes, I'm a freak. Oh, God! Why did I say all that to Kate. I am a freak, and she knows it. At least I didn't tell her about the handjobs, but telling her I was virgin was bad enough. How can I look at her again? There is something about her that makes me trust her. Maybe because she seems so open herself. That smile of hers, that laugh she has?it's infectious. And Kate's a beautiful woman that's for sure. An athlete, like me, but not into sports. She said she was looking for a good, woman-friendly gym. Maybe if she joined the university gym?I think they take outside members?we could be workout buddies. She said she lifts weights mostly. But she's not like one of those freakish bodybuilders. She's toned, but not rippling with masculinity. If only my body were curvy like Kate's. She has real hips, an hourglass figure, and breasts. Very nice breasts, big, but not too big. C-cup. Nicely proportioned. Not like mine. A-cup Becky, that's me. What is it the boys used to say? Carpenter's dream. Flat as a board and never been screwed. I wish I had breasts like Kate's. I wonder what they really look like. I bet she's got big, pink nipples, with tips that stand out like pencil erasers when she's excited. They must be nice to look at and to touch.] As she thought about Kate, Becky's hand had slipped down between her legs and she was absent-mindedly rubbing herself. [Fuck me! What am I doing. I'm touching myself! That's just wrong. Masturbation is bad enough, but thinking about a woman while doing it, that isn't right. I mean it's okay for lesbians, but not for me. I've got nothing against lesbians. Some of my best softball friends are dykes. Wow. That's pretty patronizing. It sounds bad even in my own head. People should be able to live as they choose and marry whoever they want to, but I want to choose a normal, respectable life. I really do want to give my virginity to the man I truly love. Is Peter that man? Why is it that everyone gets so worked up over sex? I just don't get it. When I look at a guy, even a really good-looking guy...nothing. Why is it that people get so worked up over a man and woman rubbing together, sweating, and exchanging bodily fluids? It's actually kind of gross. Why do I keep thinking about this? Why don't I want what other girls want? The books all say that everyone thinks about same-sex attraction at some point. And ever Father Bill says that it's normal and nothing to worry about. Yeah, seeking sex advice from a priest isn't the smartest thing to do. The thing is I'm afraid I may think about girls a little too much. But it's not like I haven't had the opportunity to act on those thoughts. I'm a softball player who went to an all-women's college. It's not like I haven't been approached, but I've never done anything, and that must mean something.] Becky remembered the time, during sophomore year, when 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 Coach Jackson, who usually stayed late, had left. [Yeah, I was kind of looking at Lori in the shower, but it's not like I had the hots for her or anything. She just has these really big breasts, and I kept imagining what would be like to have boobs like that, but she noticed me looking. Busted. I knew Lori was gay, of course. Everyone did. She was out. She asked if she can borrow some of my shampoo. And I say "of course," not realizing what she's hinting at. She steps closer and I hand her my bottle of shampoo. Our hands touch. I shiver. She touches my shoulder and then runs her hand down my arm and leans into me. Our lips touch, ever so gently. I feel her tongue start to part my lips. Then I stepped back. "I'm not like that." "Sorry, I thought... Crossed signals. I'm sorry."] Lori and Becky never spoke of the incident, and no one else on the team ever came on to Becky; Lori had spread the word that Becky was straight. [Fuck. I'm touching myself again. Damn, I'm really 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. [Close your eyes and think of Peter. What would it be like to take him in my mouth? Would I gag? What would Lori's breast be like, if I sucked on the nipple, licking around the areola and flicking the tip of the nipple with my tongue. Stop it! Think of Peter. What would he taste like? What would his cum taste like? Would he taste like I do.] She brought her left hand up to her mouth and tasted her juices. [God. I shouldn't be tasting myself, that's perverted. But I kind of like the taste. Would Peter taste like that? Would he taste like a woman? Think of his body. He's got broad shoulders, and his torso is tapered straight. When he presses against me, his body is hard, muscled. Kate has broad shoulders too, but she's curvy. Would she feel different? I bet it would be softer. The feel of her breasts pressing against my back, her kissing my neck, reaching around and rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples like I'm doing now. She slips her hands down between my legs and rubs my clitoris. I don't let Peter do that, but I let her. I turn and face her. We kiss. Her tongue plunges into my mouth as I rub my hands all over her soft, smooth body. God, that feels good. Our legs wrap around each other and we grind together. We look into each other's eyes. We kiss as we continue to grind. Fuck that feels good. My God, what's that? Uh. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.] 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? Then what were those things I thought were orgasms? They felt good, but they weren't like that. If that's what it's like to really masturbate, I can't wait to do it for real ... for real would be with another woman. With Kate. No. I'm not like that.] * * * 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 at the new job, did not notice the avoidance, but she did notice that Becky was disturbed about something. On Thursday, at lunch with two other 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. [My God! Could they possibly act more like frat boys? Hoping she breaks up so they have a shot at her. I mean I don't like to play the part of the man-hating lesbian, but these two make it really difficult not to. Wait. Did he actually say that or did I just think it?] * * * Friday evening Becky invited Peter over. [The doorbell. That must be Peter. Steady girl. This is it, the big night when I finally lose that pesky virginity. Romantic dinner. Candlelight. Wine. Soft music. Then penetration. Yes, I'm going to go through with this. I have to.] Peter arrived. She kissed him hello, more passionately than usual, but we didn't seem into it, distracted, nervous. He refused to sit down at first. Finally, they sat on the couch together, he took her hands in his and said the fateful words: "We have to talk." [That's not good.] Their relationship wasn't going anywhere. He was sorry. It was him not her. He respected that she wasn't ready to move to the next level, but he had needs. It would be best if they just ended it. They could still be friends. [But wait. I am ready. No, I can't throw myself at him. Now that would look like an obvious ploy to keep him. But he can't dump me. I need a boyfriend. Without a boyfriend I might... Too late. He's gone.] After Peter had 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 it was Friday night and everyone was already out. Then she thought of Kate. She went so far as to fetch the home phone list the firm published, but she stopped herself. [That's a really bad idea. I'll just start babbling again and tell her more and she'll be disgusted with the knowledge that I'm a dyke. Put a bad movie in the DVD player and get drunk. That's the thing to do. Shit, I broke the only bottle I had.] * * * Kate was standing at the liquor store counter thinking how nice it was to be able to buy the expensive vodka without thinking about the cost when the bell above the door rang. Involuntarily she turned and looked at who was coming into the store. It was Becky, and she looked a wreck. When Becky saw Kate panic flashed across the younger woman's face. Kate pulled the Becky away from the cash register where the clerk couldn't hear them 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. Some of the guys told me about some good clubs in town, you would be with people, but it would be dark with loud music and dancing and no one would notice that you were upset." "No, thanks. I just can't 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." [No. Becky. No. You can't do that. Not tonight. You're upset and not in control. You might do something you'll regret.] But instead she found herself saying, "I'd like that, but I wouldn't want to ruin your Friday night." "Oh, it's no bother. I was just going to spend the evening watching TV." Once at her apartment, Becky offered Kate dinner. She had planned an intimate dinner with Peter, and if it wasn't eaten it would only go to waste. While Becky reheated the meal, Kate cleaned up the glass and spilled wine in the fireplace. [God, Kate. Someone really did a number on this girl. She has nice taste though. I don't remember any of my apartments being this nice when I was in law school. Maybe her parents have money. Dinner looks good. Table is nicely set. Candles. I think she was planning a special night?the special night??when the boy pulled the rug out from under her. No wonder she's a mess.] "Do you want me to light the candles?" [Oh, damn. That slipped out. I am definitely not going to try and seduce her. Making a pass at a sexually frustrated and emotionally distraught officemate would not be a smart end to my first week at a new job, whether she's straight or not. ] "Umm...I guess so. I had kind of planned a romantic evening, but that's in the toilet." "Well, we won't be romantic, but getting drunk by candlelight may be fun." [Dinner is good, even reheated. Becky's really putting away the vodka. I'd better go easy on it, though, or things could get dangerous. Conversation is good. Small talk. Avoid the topic of what happened tonight. ] When dinner was over, the pair left the dishes in the sink and moved to the couch to continue the conversation. Kate noticed that Becky was rather unsteady on her feet, the vodka starting to get the better of her. Once on the couch, Becky just unloaded. "The bitch of it is that I'd finally decided that it was time for Peter and I to have sex, and that's the night he dumps me because I don't meet his needs.'" "Oh, I'm so sorry." [My God, what a train wreck.] "There must be something wrong with me." "No, there's nothing wrong with you. There's nothing wrong with waiting." [What a crock. I can't believe I just said that. This girl would be so much better off if she'd just gotten laid at seventeen like everyone else.] "It's just that Peter is the nicest, sweetest guy, but I don't feel anything when we get physical. It's always been like that. That's why I'm a twenty-four-year-old virgin." [Always been like that?] "It's probably just chemistry. I'm sure you'll meet the right person." [Damn. I meant to say 'right guy.' ] With that, the tears came. 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. Safe and warm in Kate's arms, with the older woman gently rubbing her back, Becky could feel the softness of Kate's right breast against her hard shoulder. Kate thought she had fallen asleep when Becky turned her head and looked into her companion's eyes. Kate looked down into Becky's blue eyes, soft and bleary from the crying and the wine, and 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 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 new friend. Becky was clearly confused, but also very drunk, on the verge of passing out. Kate somehow managed to get Becky to stand and led her into the bedroom, where Becky promptly 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, and halfway there the headache kicked in. By the time she reached the toilet she was nauseous as well. Her stomach made a few attempts to expel its contents, but nothing came up. Becky swallowed a few aspirin, swearing to herself that she would never get drunk again. She had started to head back to the bedroom when she remembered she still needed to pee. Sitting down on the toilet, she tried to remember what had happened the night before. [I ran into Kate at the liquor store. I remember dinner. And then nothing. Wait. Did I try and kiss her? God, I really hope that was a dream. I'll have to apologize for getting drunk and passing out and just not mention anything else that might have happened. Why is this happening to me? I don't want to want her.] 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, the blanket over her rising and falling slowly and steadily. She was asleep. [We didn't...did we? No, don't be silly. You're still wearing your clothes. You must've passed out, and she put you to bed. Then she must have just crashed here. It was late, and, while I don't remember how much she drank, she probably was pretty drunk too. But what do I do now? Do I climb back into bed with her? There's nothing wrong with that. I've shared beds with other girls. But not since junior high slumber parties. Besides, she's going to think it really weird when she wakes up and finds me on the couch. Do I take off my clothes? Yes, it's one thing to pass out in them, but it would be weird to deliberately climb into bed wearing them.] 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, who gave in to her own desire and tentatively returned the embrace. [Don't panic. She's still asleep. Calm down. Breathe. This doesn't mean anything, although it's kind of nice. She feels good. ] Kate sighed in her sleep and murmured the name "Emily." Becky stiffened. [Did she just call for Emily? Who's Emily? Oh, God. That means she might feel the same way. What way is that? Why is this happening to me? Wait. Calm down. She's dreaming. Who knows what that means. Yes, I know what it means. I've always known. That's the problem. Am I ready for this? I don't know, but if she's like that too, it can't be that bad. I'm not alone. Now go back to sleep, and deal with this in the morning.] Becky snuggled closer and closed her eyes. She heard Kate sigh contentedly in her sleep as she drifted off. * * * 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. [Did anything...? No. I just put her to bed as she was about to pass out. Then why is she in her underwear? I didn't do that. She must have gotten up in the night. She did try and kiss me, didn't she? Try? She succeeded. I should get up. But I'll probably wake her if I try. Besides, this is kind of nice. Enjoy the moment. Okay, the moment is up. You'll have to face her some time. Get up.] Kate gently tried to untangle herself from Becky's limbs without waking her up, unsuccessfully. 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 hell. 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. Thanks for staying." "No problem. It was too late to go home anyway." Kate rose out of the bed. As 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. [My God, she's shaking. She's terrified, but her eyes are begging me to say yes. Fuck it. Enough pretending that this isn't going to happen.] Kate sat down on the edge of the bed. "Are you sure you feel well enough? "Well, I don't right 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." [Okay, girl. Now is the time to find out for sure.] Kate leaned in to kiss Becky. To her relief, Becky rose 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. * * * [Wow! This is really happening. Do I want to do this? To sleep with Kate? Oh God, yes. I'm actually shaking. That kiss. It really happened. Am I really a ...? I've never felt this way about anyone before. A boy has never excited me like this. Sure I used to be nervous before a date. Nervous about the way I looked. Whether he would like me. Of course I wanted to be liked. But I never really wanted him, not like I want Kate. Oh God! Mom and Dad. What will they think? Shocked, hurt, blaming themselves for raising a ... a dyke. But I want this so bad. Deal with the parents later. ] * * * The doorbell rang. Kate did a quick once over in the mirror. [Hair, okay. Makeup, just right, not too heavy. Clothes, good. Casual is the way to go. Is it too late to meet her at the door wearing nothing but a robe? No, don't want to scare her off.] 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. 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, except what had happened last night and that morning. Not wanting Becky to get drunk again, Kate had deliberately "forgot" the wine. After dessert, they left the dishes on the table and went into the living room. Kate put some music on the stereo and finally "remembered" the wine. [Okay, it's too late for her to get too drunk, but I want her a little uninhibited. My, I've become quite the wicked seductress haven't I?] The two sat on the couch, drank the wine, listened to the music, and continued the talk about nothing of importance. As they talked Kate leaned toward Becky. Then they hit one of those pauses that happens in a conversation, 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, setting her own glass next to it. 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, restricted her touch to Kate's arms and back. [Okay, Kate. It's been several minutes. You're going to have to move this to the next level.] Kate 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. Kate then placed her hands on Becky's waist and tugged at her blouse until it came out of her pants. She then slid the blouse up, over her head, and with Becky cooperating, removed it and tossed it aside. She then reached around Becky and undid her bra strap. The bra followed the blouse to the floor. The older woman then paused and admired Becky's upper body. [Small breasts, but I knew that. Yes, her nipples are perky. She's not very curvy, but that long, dark hair falling about her shoulders, gorgeous, and very, very feminine.] Kate 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. [Now for me.] 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, 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 glanced at the breasts that were as beautiful as she had imagined, but hesitated. [What's she waiting for? C'mon girl. I've got breasts. You've got a mouth. You've got hands. I'm going to have to lead her through every step, aren't I? This would be so much easier lying on a bed.] Kate stood up and held out her hands. Becky hesitated again for an instant. [Okay, Becks. This is the moment of no return. It's just been necking up to now. What comes after will 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. [Delicious.] She parted the hair that grew wildly about her crotch 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 knelt and removed the Kate's jeans. "Now the panties," directed Kate. Kate's panties were soaked through. Becky could see the hairless 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. [Pungent, but pleasant. Like my own, but different. She's shaved her pubic hair, like she was getting it ready for me. Oh, God that's hot. I want to touch it. Should I? Should I kiss it, like she did to me?] Unable to bring herself to do either, at least 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 new lover gently back, so that she was lying on the bed. Kate then knelt on the floor, between her lover's legs and started kissing Becky's inner thighs and legs. Becky closed her eyes. [Oh, God. This is unbearable.] But Kate would do nothing to release her, continuing to tease her with 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 I'll have an orgasm.] Then, suddenly, Kate's lips locked around Becky's clitoris. [Owww! Oh, God. Oh, God. I can't... Too much...] 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 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 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. [She's soaking wet. And the aroma, stronger than before, but nice. Musky.] Becky 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 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. Becky was clearly inexperienced, sucking on her clitoris, and then, just as the as the pleasure would begin to mount, shifting down to her vagina. Then as Kate started to build toward an orgasm from Becky's tongue plunging into her vagina, the younger woman would move back to Kate's clit and Kate would have to start all over again. Becky was lapping wildly, indiscriminately. Kate sighed and leaned back. [The girl needs some instruction.] "Yes, that's it. That's good," Kate said as Becky latched on to her clit again. "Keep doing that, baby. Keep focusing on my clit." Becky redoubled her efforts on Kate's clitoris, alternating between sucking and licking. Kate kept encouraging her. For Kate, the orgasm slowly built. She noticed 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. [Oh, fuck! Fuck. Fuck. That's it. Oh, God. Yes. Fuck. Ahhh!] 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 now accepted who she was. For her part, Kate told Becky of her loneliness since she had left Emily to take this job. As they talked, Kate intertwined their legs, pressing their pussies together. Then, ever so slowly, she started grinding hers into Becky's. This time Becky needed no prompting and started pressing and grinding back. Soon their conversation ended as the pair stared into each other's eyes, tribbing their way to another pair of orgasms. 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 10