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	Dress Rehearsal
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Three

	“Give me five minutes and then come into
the bedroom.”  Amber said as she ran her fingers
along Heather’s cheek. Then she turned and
quickly walked away.
	Heather watched Amber disappear across
the room, thinking that she had the nicest legs
she’d seen in a long time.  Some of the women she
knew at Scarlett’s were impressed by breasts,
some by a cute ass, but give her a great set of legs
anyday.
	‘This is certainly turning into one
interesting night.”  Heather thought as she looked
around Amber’s apartment.
	The apartment was pretty nice, four rooms
and a small terrace.  Yet for someone who’d hit
the big time and supposedly was raking in the
dough, Amber seemed to be living rather simply.
The apartment wasn’t all that different than that of
any of her middle class neighbors.  Well she’d
only been on the show a short time, maybe it took
a while to get used to having money.  Then again,
maybe it was just another aspect to her
personality.
	The clock on the wall said her five minutes
were up.  Heather began to follow the path Amber
had taken.  Her heart was beating a little more
quickly now, telling her that this might be more
than just a casual roll in the sack for either of
them.  Ten minutes ago she thought she should
leave.  Now she was so glad that she hadn’t.

	“Amber?”  she said softly as she stepped
into the bedroom.
	The room was only semi-lit by a
night-light.  The tall girl stepped further inside,
still finding no sign of her friend.  The bed, she
took note, was still made.
	“Amber?”  she repeated.
	“Out here.”  said a voice from beyond the
glass doors at the far end of the room.
	Watching her step in the dark, Heather
followed in the direction of the voice.  She figured
Amber had left the lights off for a reason and
made no attempt to turn any of them on.
	“Amber, are you ...”  she started to say as
she stepped through the open door and onto the
terrace.  “Oh my God!”  she gasped, erasing what
ever her next words might have been.

	At the far end of the balcony stood Amber,
silhouetted in the light of a full moon.  Bathed in
moonlight, the blond had left all of her clothes
behind in the bedroom.  Heather couldn’t think of
the last time she had seen anything so beautiful or
erotic.
	“Oh God,”  Heather repeated.  “You are
so beautiful.”
	“I’m glad you think so.”  Amber said as
she walked barefoot toward the dark girl.  “I’ve
always thought my breasts were too small.”
	Heather looked down at Amber’s mounds.
In the refelcted light she could see they were
small, perfectly rounded orbs.  In the center of
each were tiny pinkish circles, with equally tiny,
but stiff nipples.  Following her gaze downward,
she found a small, light to the point of being
nonexistent patch of blond hair between her legs.
That settled her question of whether Amber was a
natural blond of nothing else.
	She stopped two feet from Heather,
looking up and down her body.  It was obvious to
Heather that Amber wanted her to strip as well.
The tall black girl turned for a moment and looked
out beyond the terrace.  Across the street there
were at least two buildings as tall as this one, with
most of the lights on, showing that the apartments
were occupied.  Still, with no light behind them to
back light their bodies, she doubted anyone would
really be able to see them.  Yet even if they could
barely make them out, at this distance, what were
they going to see.
	Heather reached behind herself and pulled
down the zipper holding up her red dress.  Once it
was all the way down, it was easy to wiggle out of
it.  She picked it up off the all weather carpet that
lined the terrace and tossed it through the door
into the bedroom.  Her shoes followed a few
moments later.  She could feel Amber’s eyes
locked on her as she undid the front clasp that
held her 38-inch bust in place.  Just as quick, the
black bra followed her dress through the opening.
	As was her habit, Heather took a moment
to rub her breasts.  She’d never been able to find a
bra that was both comfortable and still strong
enough to hold her mounds in place.  Because of
that, she always massaged her breasts just a little
whenever she took off her bra.  Her red nails
pressed against her dark brown silver dollar sized
areole, producing rigid nibs twice the diameter of
Amber’s.
	She ran both her hands down the length of
her body to the waistband of her midnight black
panties.  Slipping her fingers under, she pulled
them down as well.  In a playful move, Heather
whirled them around her index finger a few times,
then sent them flying along the now familiar path.
She smiled as she considered what would be the
reaction of someone down on the street had she
let go of them a moment too soon and they flew
off the terrace instead.
	The two would be lovers stood there in
silence.  If they could step out of themselves and
examine them from the side, they would find their
bodies a study in contrasts.  Amber had skin a
milky white, Heather’s a chocolate brown.  Short,
almost pixie length blond hair as compared to
waist length black.  Heather’s breasts seemed
almost twice as large as Amber’s, just as her dark
mouth seemed to cover twice the area as well.
	Amber moved first, taking a long step
forward that put her in Heather’s arms.  They
kissed once more, their breasts rubbing nipple to
nipple.  Each succeeding kiss seemed sweeter than
that which preceded it. Every time their tongues
met, they seem to reach deeper into the other’s
mouth, deeper into the other’s soul.  They sucked
on each other’s lips, taking their time, making
each kiss last an eternity.
	Amber cupped her hands under Heather’s
breasts, feeling the warmth of the brown flesh.
Heather followed suit, their flesh tones forming a
stark contrast.  The blonde’s pink lips released
their dark counterparts and moved onto Heather’s
neck, then her shoulders, finally to her breasts.
	Countless nights she had dreamed of the
softness of another woman, of the honeyed taste
of her mounds.  She lowered her head a little
further and kissed the top of each of them.
	Heather brought her lips to the side of
Amber’s bowed head, nibbling at her earlobe,
blowing gently into her ear.  Her tongue followed,
tracing a path along the canals.
	Amber’s oral caress reached the darker
circles of Heather’s breasts, running her tongue
across and under them.  Finally she guided the
closest one between her lips and into her mouth.
	The night air was unusually calm as the
two naked women stood and embraced in the
reflected light.  The only sounds were the beating
of their hearts, the rising of their breaths, and the
soft sound of lips against flesh.
	Heather sighed in response to the wet
embrace that stroked her nipples.  At the same
time, she slid a free hand down to where she could
just slide it between Amber’s legs.  Brown fingers
and red nails eclipsed the light hair as her hand
pressed against the small mound, finding it very
moist to the touch.
	Heather pressed further with her touch,
moving one finger past the blond barrier and into
the valley beyond.  Amber jumped just enough for
the taller woman to feel it, an acknowledgment
that she had found her sensitive spot on the first
try.
	The long haired girl continued to stroke
the blond mound lightly.  Just enough to trigger a
response, but not enough to distract the shorter
girl from her mammary explorations.
	Finally, Amber could ignore the hand
carressing her womanhood no more.  She glided
her own hand between Heather’s legs, past the
curly haired boundary to the pearl beneath.
Although she lacked the younger girl’s
experience, the neophyte had no trouble finding
her goal just by touch.  Excited as it was,
Heather’s clit stood out and practically drew
attention.
	Amber slid her fingers up into Heather,
finding an easy path up the well-lubricated walls.
She slid them in and out a few times, just enough
to coat her fingers with the fresh dew.  Just as
quickly, she drew them out, and raised them to
her lips.
	“Mmmm.”  the older girl purred as she
took of her first taste of a woman.  “I’ve often
wondered what it would taste like.”
	“Is it what you thought it would be?”
Heather asked as she drew Amber’s hand to her
own lips, sticking out her tongue to wipe clean a
small drop she had missed.
	“Different, but still enjoyable.”  Amber
answered.
	“Then you’ll have to take a more direct
approach to fully appreciate it.”  Heather said.
	“I’m afraid I’m not sure how.”  responded
Amber.
	“Then I’ll just have to demonstrate.”
Heather beamed.
	The railing at the edge of the terrace stood
just above waist level. Heather positioned Amber
against the railing, her arms stretched out in each
direction for support.  Her brown skilled lover
started once again at her lips, kissing them softly.
Heather moved her hand down across Amber’s
chest, running her fingers against her rounded
breasts.  She played with her small pink nipples,
pressing them between her dark fingers.
	Heather’s tongue quickly replaced her
fingers, tracing a path across the pale skin, a wet
line that left tingles of delight in its wake.  Little
quivers that alternated with sharp spikes, as small
love bites interwove with her caresses.
	Finally she was on her knees, her face level
with the small blond patch of hair.  Heather leaned
her head forward and kissed the center of it, her
tongue darting out and running up and down it’s
length.  The hair was damp with the aroma of
Amber’s excitement, a fragrance that sent shivers
across Heather’s mahogany skin.
	The kneeling girl placed her hands on the
back of Amber’s ankles, then slowly brought them
up, playing her fingers on the velvet smooth legs.
Gently she inched her way up until she reached the
cheeks of Amber’s ass.  Dark hands spread out
against the plump flesh, pressing hard against
them. Then, in a surge of lust, she pressed her
head tight between Amber’s legs.
	“Ohhh Yesss!”  Amber called out as she
felt Heather invade her most intimate region with
her tongue.
	With a quickness born of a too long
abstinence,  Heather explored the limits of
Amber’s womanhood.  Amber in turn, was
gripped by a torrid of desires long suppressed.
Her hands gripped the metal railing as she tried to
keep balance on legs now so incredibly weak.
	Faster and faster, deeper and deeper,
Heather drove her nimble tongue.  Experience and
desire intermixed to quickly stoke the fires that
had been simmering within Amber all evening.
	Despite the comfortable breeze, an icy
sweat covered Amber’s naked form.  Her body
quivered with the rising crest radiating from her
pulsing sex.  The actress wasn’t a virgin, she’d
surrendered her virginity to a boy back home in an
effort to fit in.  There had been three young men
since then.  None of the four had brought her
anywhere near the level of excitement she now
found herself.  A level rising with each passing
moment.
	“I’m ... go ... ing ... to ... co ...”  Amber
panted, unable to fully get the words out.
	It didn’t matter, Heather could read the
signs in the older girl’s body like a familiar tome.
She redoubled her efforts, determined to make her
climax as memorable as possible. It was a goal she
reached a dozen heartbeats later.
	Amber screamed a silent scream, afraid if
she gave voice to the rhapsody cascading through
her body, it would be heard by the people walking
the streets far below.  Her legs were now rubber,
and only Heather’s still strong grip on them kept
her standing.
	Heather was too busy enjoying the fruits
of her efforts to notice any of this.  The only
thought echoing in her mind was that she had just
given Amber her first sapphic orgasm.  A fact that
made the ambrosia coating her tongue all the more
precious.
	“He ...  Hea ...  Heather,”  Amber said as
she found her voice and slid down to the floor,
sitting down next to her lover.  “I don’t know
what to say.”
	“Say you’re glad we did it.”  Heather
intoned.
	“I’m so glad we did it.”  the sitting blond
smiled.  “What else would you like me to say?”
	“How bout that you want to do it again.”
	Amber’s reply was non-verbal as she
reached behind Heather’s head and pulled her
close, their lips coming together once again.

	The two women rolled into each other’s
arms and onto the floor.  They rocked back and
forth, trading kisses and caresses.  Heather lay
atop Amber and kissed her hard, their lips and
tongues performing an erotic ballet.  At the same
time, the light skinned girl ran her hands up and
down Heather’s back, exploring every aspect of
her body.  Again and again she ran her fingers
across her ass, her nails leaving a quickly fading
trail.
	They changed places, never breaking their
kiss, as Amber now took the initiative.  The blond
brought her fingers to Heather’s face and stroked
her cheeks.  She moved down and cupped her
lover’s large dark breasts, once more bringing the
large nipples to hardness. They shifted position,
just enough so Amber could reach those delicious
treats.


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