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Dress Rehearsal
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
***
Two friends have an affair. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr, intr)
***
Amber Hall sat in the back booth of the small diner, her
eyes lost in the black cup of coffee she had been
staring at for the last half-hour. The twenty-three year
old had a big problem and felt she had to get out of her
apartment to think about it.
"Well how's my favorite television star doing today?"
the tall black waitress asked as she walked back to the
short haired blond with a fresh pot of coffee in her
hand.
The dark skinned twenty-one year old looked down at the
untouched cup of coffee sitting on the table and knew
something was wrong. Amber had been coming into the
dinner for the last six months, ever since she had
gotten her role on the hit show, Angie O'Neil. It had
been the young woman's big break, landing the role of
Cynthia Pennington, one of Angie's office girls. She had
been almost a total unknown at the time; with only a few
guest shots to her credit.
"What's wrong, girlfriend?" Heather Cox said as she sat
down on the opposite side of the booth.
Amber and her had struck up a camaraderie of sorts over
the last months. Especially since Heather had
aspirations of becoming an actress herself, majoring in
drama at the local University. Despite her success,
Amber was still a small town girl at heart and welcomed
the younger woman's friendship.
Heather knew her boss wouldn't complain if she took a
little break, it wasn't busy this time of day. Besides
even if old man Robinson had a problem with her talking
some time to talk to Amber, he wouldn't get on Heather's
case about it. Not when Heather knew all there was to
know about how he was doing the nasty with Mildred
Wilson, the cook he had hired a few months back. No,
he'd never take the chance of his wife even getting a
suspicion of something like that. Especially when there
were all those sharp utensils in the kitchen.
"They didn't cancel the show, did they?" Heather asked,
thinking that might be the cause of Amber's depression.
If the Network had canceled the show, Heather would've
been greatly surprised. Angie O'Neil had been the
surprise hit of the year. Written off at first as just
another office drama, it had burst out of the mold to
become a solid top ten show.
"No, but I think they're going to cancel me." the
dejected girl said.
"Why?" Heather asked, visibly concerned for her friend.
"Because I screwed up at rehearsal today." Amber said.
"And I heard the director say if I did it when we taped
it tomorrow, he'd give my part to someone else."
"He told you that?" the younger girl asked.
"Not directly, but I overheard him telling the
producer."
"Well what was the big screw up?" the drama student
asked.
"Well, I guess I'd better start from the beginning,"
Amber said, thankful to have someone to talk to about
it. "You know how important sweep weeks are to a
Television Show, right?"
Heather nodded her head in understanding. A sweep week
was a benchmark for shows ratings. The viewership
numbers they got during sweeps set the amount they could
charge for commercial time. And after all, making money
for the Network was what television was all about.
"And you know how a lot of shows pull out all the stops
to get people to watch. Especially when they are on
against another popular show, which of course is doing
to same thing to draw the numbers."
"Sure, I understand all that." Heather said.
"Well, Angie O'Neil is no different. They found out that
two of the other Networks were going to run an all out
effort to knock Angie right into last place during
sweeps next week. They had a meeting a couple of days
ago and decided that our original story for next week
wasn't a big enough rating booster. So instead they
announced they were going to have a storyline where
Angie kisses one of the girl's in the office."
"You have to be kidding." Heather almost groaned.
The girl/girl kiss was becoming more and more frequent
on Network TV. It had made an appearance on both
Roseanne and LA Law, and most recently three appearances
on Ally McBeal. Almost now a cliché, it was nevertheless
almost always a ratings booster. Especially if it was
two good-looking women doing the kissing.
The Networks were always saying they put things like
that into programs to push the envelope and show how
tolerant they were. How they weren't just appealing to
what she considered juvenile male sexual fantasies.
Heather would believe the Network boasts when they put
two leading men making out on a prime time show.
"No, I'm not kidding," Amber said. "And guess whose
character they picked to have Angie lip lock with."
Just her asking the question gave Heather the answer. If
the producers were going to use a gimmick like that to
draw viewers, then picking Amber was the first thing she
agreed with them on. Amber Hall was, in her opinion, the
most attractive girl on the show.
"And you didn't want to do the scene?"
"Quite the contrary," the actress said with an
excitement in her voice. "I almost jumped for joy when
they told me. Think about it for a moment. I'd be the
center of attention for almost the entire episode."
Actual on screen time was something every actor and
actress was always conscious of.
"So what happened?" a now confused Heather asked.
"Actual filming for the episode doesn't really start
until tomorrow, but they scheduled a dress rehearsal for
today. Just to see how the kiss scene would play out."
"And the dress rehearsal?" Heather asked.
"Turned into a disaster, at least for me," Amber said.
"Everything was going great, I had my lines down pat and
was right on my marks. I have to say, I had some really
great scenes too."
Heather could see in Amber's eyes how important this all
was to her.
"Then came the big moment, Angie and I looked into each
other's eyes, her hand took mine and then... I started
laughing."
"Laughing?" Heather repeated.
"Giggling actually," the blond said. "Loud,
uncontrollable giggling."
Heather responded by giggling herself.
"I'm sorry, Amber," she apologized. "I can't help it. I
just never expected you to say that."
"At first, the director took it in stride, saying that
sometimes it happened, especially when you were doing a
love scene. But after the fourth and fifth try, I could
tell he was getting pretty annoyed."
"What was the matter?"
"I don't know. I just couldn't look at Kate and
seriously think, now I'm going to kiss her and not
laugh."
Kate Douglas, an attractive 44 year old, played Angie
O'Neil in the series.
"I apologized over and over, but the producer said it
had been a long day and we might as well wrap it up.
That we'd start fresh in the morning."
Heather could now see frustration in the older girl's
eyes.
"After everyone else had left, I went back onto the set
to think about it. The producer and the director were
sitting there talking about my performance, or lack of
it. I heard them say they should make some alternate
changes in the script to make Monique the girl who winds
up kissing Angie - just in case."
Monique St. George played Virginia Brooks on the series,
Cynthia's main rival in the office.
"I also heard them say if I couldn't pull off a simple
scene like this, then maybe they made a mistake hiring
someone with my inexperience."
"That's not good," Heather said.
"No it's not," Amber admitted.
"So what are you going to do about it?"
"I don't know," the actress said with an air of
finality.
The two women sat there in silence for a few moments as
each tried to think of something more to say.
"You know, I feel pretty silly offering you advice about
acting..." Heather started to say.
"Go ahead, cause I'm at a dead end," Amber interrupted.
"Well in acting class they said that you should always
use what you know to improve your performance."
"I've been told the same thing," Amber said. "But I
don't get your point."
"Let's look at it another way," Heather said. "You
remember that movie you were in, what was it called,
Sorority Girl's Pool Party?"
Amber cringed. That B Film had been her first screen
credit. A low budget tit and ass film, the kind that
played in drive ins and drew teen boys and couples
looking for a make out movie.
"I'd rather forget that." Amber grinned.
"The point is, you had a love scene in that movie." the
waitress said. "As I remember it, a rather hot love
scene."
Amber thought back to when she was making that film. She
had been hesitant about doing that scene, especially
because the script called for her to appear topless. It
wasn't that she had a bad body, actually the reverse was
true. The twenty-year-old was just nervous about showing
off her breasts to thousands of moviegoers.
The movie producers were quick to point out that if she
didn't want the role, there were literally a thousand
unemployed young actresses that did. The final bit of
advice that made her do it came from an older actress on
the film.
"Honey," she'd said. "When you take your bra off, trust
me, no one is going to be looking at or going to
remember your face."
"I still don't get your point?" Amber said.
"Well you didn't seem to be giggling when you lost your
blouse and made out with that guy playing your
boyfriend." Heather noted. "How did you manage that?"
"I made believe I was making out with my real boyfriend
at the time," she answered.
"Bingo, you used what you knew." Heather smiled.
"But I could hardly make believe Kate is my boyfriend."
Amber insisted.
Heather hadn't considered that. When she pictured Kate
Douglas in her mind, she'd be hard pressed to think of
her as a man either.
"Unfortunately I don't have any experience kissing a
woman, got any you could spare?" Amber laughed.
It took a moment for her to realize that Heather wasn't
laughing. She stopped and looked at the expression on
her friend's face.
"You're kidding," Amber said.
"No, I'm not," the younger girl said.
"You've actually kissed a girl, a real kiss, not one you
give a friend."
"I've done a lot more than kiss one," Heather said,
hoping the revelation didn't shock her too much.
"Maybe you should be the one kissing Angie O'Neil."
Amber grinned, taking the news in stride.
"You think they'd hire me?" Heather asked.
"I'm afraid Kate wouldn't want to do a scene with
someone like you," Amber confessed.
Heather suddenly became very angry in her tone.
"Don't tell me she had a problem with sisters," she
said.
"Oh no," Amber said, realizing that was what she had
said made it sound like. "What she has a problem with is
appearing with girls who have bigger boobs than she
does. Kate feels men wind up looking at them, and not
her."
Heather looked down at her large bosom and laughed. This
time Amber joined her.
"So I guess we know now what we have to do about your
problem," Heather said, changing the subject.
"What's that?" Amber said still laughing, feeling better
than she had all afternoon.
"Make you feel more comfortable about kissing a woman."
Heather grinned.
"What?" Amber exclaimed, no longer laughing.
"Unless of course you'd rather see Monique saying your
lines." she smiled.
Amber thought about that for a moment, then smiled back.
No, that wasn't something she wanted to see.
Heather had to get back to work, the dinner rush was
starting. She told Amber to go out and have a nice
dinner, the food here really isn't all that good she
confided. Then meet her back here at eight when she got
off.
"We'll go out and talk some more," she'd said as she
climbed out of the booth. "Wear something nice."
Amber had changed into a short sleeved yellow blouse
with a blue denim shirt. She wasn't sure where they were
going and figured this outfit was good for just about
anywhere. They'd gone to shows before, a few times to
bars. Once, they'd even driven upstate just to get out
of the city for a day. When Heather finally showed up,
she had changed her white uniform for a plain but form
fitting red dress.
"If we were only going to a bar, there were a lot of
nice places closer to home," Amber said as she stood
outside the place Heather had brought her for drinks.
"Trust me," the young black woman said as they stepped
inside. "You've never been to a place like this before."
That made Amber stop and look at the neon sign in the
bar window a second time. The sign that read Scarlett's
Rose.
"Oh my," Amber said as they stepped into the lounge and
she got a good look around. "You're right, I've never
been to anyplace like this."
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see
there had to be over a hundred women there. The club was
a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside.
"Just think of this as field research." Heather laughed
Heather caught the barmaid's attention and ordered two
beers. She spent a few moments chatting with the six-
foot muscular blond after the two bottles had been
deposited on the bar. The conversation was long enough
for the older girl to realize that Heather was a regular
here.
"Cheers," Heather said as she handled Amber her bottle
and took a long pull from her own.
Amber took a small drink as well, watching as her
companion tilted her bottle straight up and drained
nearly a third in one long gulp.
"God, I've been looking forward to that all day long,"
she said as she brought the beer back down. "Come on,
let's find a table."
Heather took Amber's hand and led her through the
crowds. As they moved, Amber looked right and left at
the crowd, confident that Heather knew exactly where
they were going.
It was amazing how varied the crowd was, she thought.
The woman around her seemed to be of every age, race and
description. Some women were middle aged, some looked to
be barely in their late teens. Others were somewhere in
between.
As they made their way around the edge of the dance
floor, Amber watched the pairs of women swaying to the
music. The movement of their bodies was almost hypnotic.
"There's an open table over there," Heather said as she
pulled Amber's hand to get her attention over the music.
Once they were at the table, Heather ordered another
round for the two of them. A girl in a very skimpy
costume, highlighted by breasts bigger than Heather's,
brought their drinks.
"Thanks Bonnie," the dark girl said, smiling at the
well-endowed redhead.
She watched Bonnie take an order from another table,
then turned her attention back to Amber.
"Bonnie used to work at Hooters," Heather said. "But she
found that Scarlett's paid a lot better. Besides, she'd
rather strut her stuff for the girls here than a bunch
of drooling, horny guys."
Amber didn't comment, she just took a sip of the iced
beer.
"So what do you think of the place?" Heather asked,
bringing her own drink to her lips.
"It's interesting..." Amber said, as she looked into a
corner where two young women were making out.
"Well that's one word for it I guess." her companion
said as she turned and saw what had caught her
attention. "I hope you're taking notes, she joked.
"There's going to be an oral quiz later."
Amber really wasn't paying attention. She was too
captivated by the two women back at the corner table.
Even in the dim light, she could see them trading
tongues. A quick flash of strobe highlighted the couple
for a brief moment, just long enough for the actress to
recognize them.
"Oh shit," Amber said under her breath, "I know those
two."
Last season, Amber had done a guest shot on the sitcom,
Buddies. The brunette and blond were two of the show's
stars. Evidently, they were better buddies than anyone
realized.
"It's really not polite to stare." Heather whispered as
she brought her face close to Amber's.
"Do you know who those two are?" Amber whispered back.
"Yes, I know who they are," Heather replied. "And before
the night is over, I'm sure you might see some other
familiar faces as well. You have to understand one
thing, and understand it well. Whatever or whoever you
might see in here, stays here. Understand?"
Amber suddenly remembered Heather showing a card to one
of the women at the door when they first came in. At the
time, she thought the twenty-one year old was being
carded. Now she realized that she was showing some kind
of membership card. By bringing Amber here, to what she
also now realized was a private club, the younger girl
was also vouching for her.
"I understand," she assured her friend. "Nothing goes
outside these walls."
"Okay, now that we have that out of the way," Heather
grinned. "Let's dance."
Before Amber could object, Heather had her out of the
chair and on the dance floor. Amber had danced with
other girls plenty of times, so it didn't feel strange
to dance with Heather. At least until the live female
band switched to a slow, sexy dance and Heather pulled
her close.
Amber was very aware of the warmth of Heather's breasts
pressed against her own as they moved around the floor.
The fragrant scent of the younger girl's perfume filled
her nostrils as she pressed her dark cheek against hers.
There was one point in the dance when Heather's lips
brushed against Amber's. A touch so brief as to be
almost imperceptible, but one which was uppermost in her
thoughts.
"That was fun," Heather said as they retook their seats.
"Yes it was." Amber had to agree.
"So no more gloom and doom?" she asked.
"No more doom and gloom," smiled a now reenergize Amber.
The two women talked for a few more minutes, then took
to the dance floor again. This time, no matter the
dance, Amber didn't find it strange at all to hold onto
Heather, no matter how close.
***
Three hours later, Amber and Heather exited the club
into the warm evening air, arm in arm. They flagged down
a cab, and headed off into the night.
It didn't take long for the cab to pull up in front of
the apartment building Amber lived in. After it dropped
her off, it would head uptown to Heather's parent's
house.
"Thank you for a wonderful adventure," Amber said to her
friend after passing the driver enough to cover both the
trips here and uptown.
"So you're all ready for tomorrow?" Heather asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be." Amber laughed. "At least I
hope so."
Amber turned to get out of the cab. She got halfway out
the door, then paused. Heather was about to ask what was
wrong when Amber suddenly whirled about and pulled the
younger girl to her.
The press of Amber's lips against her own took Heather
unaware, but it was a very pleasant surprise
nevertheless. Her lips were as soft as she might have
imagined, her tongue containing the merest hint of the
passion her body held in check.
"I think you are more than ready for tomorrow," Heather
said breathlessly as their lips parted.
"Come on upstairs with me," Amber said, holding
Heather's hands in her own.
"Are you sure?" Heather asked, her trembling hands held
only in check by the warm hands grasping them. "You
might feel different when the sun comes up."
"The only regret I'd have when the sun rises is if you
aren't there with me to watch it." Amber said, the deep
look in her eyes proclaiming the intensity of her words.
Heather's surrender came in a sweet kiss. A gesture
carrying the secret affection she had carried for the
actress, almost since the day they had met.
Both women suddenly became aware of the eyes of the
cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror.
"There's been a change of plans." Amber said. "We're not
going to need that ride uptown after all."
The fiftyish man made a little sour face as Amber
canceled his fare. He figured that would have just about
finished his shift.
"You can keep the fare." Heather said as she grabbed her
purse and followed Amber out the door. She didn't want
to waste a minute getting upstairs.
The now extra large tip changed the cabbie's frown to a
smile. He leaned out the window and said.
"Have fun ladies!"
He watched the two women disappear into the vestibule.
They seemed like nice girls, he thought. So what if they
were attracted to each other in that way. Look at his
nephew, Matt, 6'2" and two hundred and fifty pounds,
who'd ever had though he'd turn out to be a fairy. But
when you thought about it, it didn't mean he loved the
kid any less.
As the old man pulled away from the curb, he thought
maybe he'd take the tip and bring his wife home a little
special something. Who knows, maybe she might be in the
mood to give him a little something too.
The little tryst that started in the back seat of the
cab, continued in the elevator ride up to the nineteenth
floor. Heather hoped the trip stayed nonstop. Otherwise
one of Amber's neighbor's was going to get to watch her
perform a fairly good impression of a tonsillectomy with
her tongue.
She couldn't believe the sudden change in her friend's
demeanor. Was this the same girl who only this afternoon
went into giggle fits when she thought about kissing
another woman? Heather could only guess that those
giggles might have been some kind of defense mechanism.
A way to avoid something that she didn't want to face.
Only in her case, rather than a case of homophobia, the
reverse might be true. The actress might actually be
sexually attracted to women, but afraid to let the
Jeannie out the bottle, so to speak. The trip to
Scarlett's might have done just that, and once
unleashed...
"Nineteenth floor," Amber said as she gave the younger
girl one last peck on the cheek. "Ladies lingerie,
moonlight and fine wine."
Amber's apartment was only two doors from the elevator,
so she had it open in less than a minute. As they
stepped inside, Heather felt a tinge of guilt that she
might be taking advantage of her friend. She didn't
think Amber had all that much to drink at the club,
certainly no more than Heather did. Ethically, shouldn't
she just leave the older woman now that she was safely
home?
"I've never had sex with a girl, but I've thought about
it." Amber said as she draped her arms over Heather's
shoulders. "I've even played with myself while I thought
about it. Isn't that shameful." she added.
"This is so wrong," Heather repeated to herself as Amber
cupped one of her large breasts through her dress. "I
really should leave."
"You have really beautiful breasts." Amber said as she
squeezed it. "I wish my tits were that nice."
"Oh God," Heather moaned as she felt her nipple growing
erect beneath Amber's hand. "It's been so long since
I've been with someone. I'm not sure I have the strength
to do what's right."
Amber stopped what she was doing for a moment, a move
that grabbed Heather's full attention a lot more
efficiently than anything she might have said. She
looked into the younger girl's eyes and spoke in a
clear, controlled voice.
"Heather, I'm not drunk." she said as if she could read
the conflict in the girl's mind. "At least not on
alcohol."
"I'm glad of that at least." Heather said relieved.
"You have to understand, I'm from a really small town.
And there it doesn't matter what the outside world is
like, or what they show on television and the movies.
People there don't talk about things like lesbianism,
about having feelings for another girl in your class. Of
watching her making out with the asshole who happens to
be the quarterback on the football team and having it
hurt so much you want to die. So you just bury all that
away, and try to live a life that other people look at
as normal."
"But you're an actress, you're in a major TV show,"
Heather responded. "Why would you have to hide anything
now?"
"Because I'm scared of losing it all. Scared because I
could never go back to living in that town. Mostly I'm
scared because I'm so afraid that I'd end up alone."
Heather looked at the actress and couldn't help but
think, there but for the grace of God. Her own parents
weren't exactly thrilled when she came out, to them at
least, but in the end they still loved her. Could she
have handled living in a small closed town like Amber?
"Oh God Amber," she said as she hugged her. "I'm so
sorry for you."
"I know I've been coming on like a slut so far." Amber
said. "But I can't help it. I've kept all these desires
bottled up for so long, I feel like I'm going to explode
if I don't let them out. If you don't want me then..."
"Girlfriend," the twenty-one year old grinned. "Who in
their right mind wouldn't want you."
"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 any day.
'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 reflected
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 caressing 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.
"H-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.
Heather now sought out the shorter girl's body, filling
in the blanks on her own mental map. By the time they
were done, they were as familiar with every aspect of
the other's body as they were their own.
Amber whispered a request into Heather's ear. A petition
that only made her face glow even brighter. They
untangled their limbs and totally changed positions,
until they found themselves in the classic sixty-nine.
Both spread their legs, clearing a path for the other's
desire.
Amber started first, tentatively probing the recess of
Heather's saturated pussy. The strong scent of her sex
was overpowering. The taste of her fruits exquisite. She
closed her eyes as she drove deep inside, savoring a
feast only dreamt about up to now.
"Oh yes," Heather encouraged her. "You're doing fine."
Motivated, Amber moved her pulsating mouth closer and
sought out Heather's clit. She alternated between her
finger and her tongue, pleasing Heather with each
stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as her actions became
as natural to her as breathing.
Satisfied that Amber was well on her way, Heather turned
her attention to her own prize. Her first taste of the
blond pussy before her had left her hungering for more.
With practiced skill, she mirrored the ministrations her
own pussy was receiving, quickly catching up to Amber.
It became a contest between experience and neophyte
enthusiasm, a race to see which could bring the other to
orgasm first. In the end, the sudden surge across the
finish line was too close to measure, too euphoric for
either of them to actually care.
Both gyrated faster and faster, driven on by the love of
the other. Hearts raced out of control as naked flesh
burned with desire. Finally, they gripped each other and
traveled together as one through the Fields of Elysium.
The journey left them both totally drained. A joyous
fatigue that brought sleep to their eyes and a chance to
relive it all over in their dreams. It was hours before
their eyes opened to look wordlessly and longingly at
each other.
Moonlight had given way to sunlight as they stood up and
felt the morning warmth on their skin. The day was just
breaking, but there was no time for even breakfast.
Amber had just enough time to quickly wash up and dress,
before racing downstairs to meet her ride to the studio.
Heather, dressed in one of Amber's robes, looked down on
her love from the terrace. As she watched the dark
studio car pulled into the early morning traffic, she
threw a kiss for luck into the air.
No matter what the day brought now, last night would
always shine in her memory.
***
Heather lay naked in bed, a sheet wrapped around her as
she watched the Angie O'Neil show. A week had passed
since her night with Amber. Seven days in which she had
scarcely spent more than twenty minutes talking to her.
The normal shooting schedule for the show had been
compressed in order to get the 'ratings week special' on
the air in time.
"Here it comes," Heather thought with excitement as
Angie took Cynthia in her arms.
The redheaded forty-year-old stroked Amber's short hair,
mouthing dialogue that Heather paid no attention to. Her
attention was on their lips as their heads grew closer.
During the brief chats they had during the week, Heather
had asked Amber how the scene had gone. The actress had
just smiled and said Heather would have to wait until
show night to see. From all the publicity the episode
had gotten, Heather knew that a few million pairs of
eyes were watching with her. Strangely enough, Amber's
eyes were not one of them. She'd told Heather many times
she could never watch her own performances.
"I hope she doesn't giggle," Heather said to herself as
she watched their lips meet.
The dark girl held her breath, her attention focused
totally on the television screen. She watched as Angie
and Cynthia closed their eyes and pressed their lips
together. Watched as Amber didn't giggle. Watched as
Kate Douglas....
"She's giving her tongue!" Heather cried out in surprise
just before the screen faded to black. "I saw that old
bitch, she was using her tongue!"
The sound of the closing theme filled the room as Amber
walked back in. She was as naked as Heather, carrying a
small tray with wine and cheese. Laying the tray on the
bed, she climbed up next to Heather.
"That horny old bitch used her tongue!" Heather
repeated.
"Did she?" Amber grinned broadly as she handed her lover
a glass of wine. "I really don't remember."
"You don't remember?" Heather said as she took the
glass. "Did she do that during the dress rehearsal?"
"I really don't remember the dress rehearsal that much,"
Amber said as she leaned forward to kiss Heather. "But I
do remember, our undress rehearsal."
And it was the undress rehearsal that would be repeated
again and again.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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