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From: GQKZ45C@prodigy.com (Candy Kane)
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Subject: RP: Heather & Sarah [f/f]
Date: 5 Jun 1997 12:24:43 GMT
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WARNING: This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of 
explicit sexual acts between females.  If this type of content offends 
you, or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.

HEATHER AND SARAH

My name is Heather, and my first sexual experience with another person 
was with my cousin, Sarah.  We lived up north and Sarah came to stay 
with us after her parents split up.  During a severe blizzard, it was 
all the furnace in our house could do to keep up with the cold.  Sarah 
and I shared a large bedroom upstairs.  She was already in bed, and I 
was moving as fast as I could to keep warm as I put on my T-shirt.  
Over-sized football T-shirts and panties were what we slept in.  Just 
as I was about to climb in my bed, Sarah said to get in with her first 
and she would warm me up.
	I turned out the lights and scrambled under the blankets.  Sarah 
rapped her arms around me and rubbed my back and legs.  She said my 
hands felt like ice cubes and told me to put them between her legs 
where she could warm them.  She squeezed them as she vigorously rubbed 
me all over.  Soon I realized she was pressing her crotch against my 
hands.  This was definitely warming me up fast.  Her right hand moved 
down my back and around my ass, her fingers tracing the inside of my 
crack, pressing my panties into it.
	With our bodies intertwined and the blankets over our heads, I quickly 
forgot about the blizzard outside.  As Sarah continued to push against 
my hands, I realized her crotch was getting wet; not from sweat, but 
from the same sticky flow that covered my fingers when I masturbated.  
She moved in a slow steady rhythm, squeezing my hands tight.  I could 
feel her breath on my face, and in the dark our lips touched.  The tip 
of her tongue moved across my lips gently pushing them apart.  At the 
same time, her hand was between my legs and her finger worked its way 
under the edge of my panties.  My heart pounded, unsure what was 
happening but not wanting her to stop.
	Sarah's tongue was like a feather brushing across my lips.  I opened 
my mouth and she explored the warmth inside.  Then her finger found my 
slit.  This was the first time anyone had ever touched me there, and it 
sent a shudder through my body.  I opened my legs and she slid her 
finger inside me.  I thought I would faint as a wave of excitement 
swept over me.  Suddenly, my hand was inside her panties feeling her 
soft hair, my fingers searching.  I was eagerly returning her kisses 
now, our tongues moving in and out, sharing the heat of our mouths.
	I found her clitoris, and as I touched it, she quivered and moaned, 
spreading her legs for me.  My body was wet with sweat, my crotch 
soaked and sticky.  I had smelled my own arousal many times when I 
fingered myself, but now there was something new: Sarah's scent drifted 
up to me.  Knowing I made her wet left me dizzy with excitement.
	We were both breathless, our hearts pounding, our bodies wound 
together like a knot.  We climaxed at the same time, fighting to keep 
from crying out and awakening my parents.  As I tried to catch my 
breath, I brought my hand to my face.  It was covered with Sarah's 
juice, and I touched it to my lips, tasting another girl for the first 
time.  It was the most intimate, sensual feeling I had ever 
experienced.  I was light-headed, scared that it was only a dream.  
Tasting her was intoxicating, and I craved her soft moans in my ears 
again.  What a delicious secret: my cousin who slept in the same room 
with me had the power to take me to heaven, and I her.  Rapture washed 
over me as I thought of all the possibilities.  But the best was yet to 
come.
	Each night, we would wait until we were sure everyone in the house was 
asleep.  Then, as the wind howled outside, we would be under the 
covers, touching and kissing.  Sometimes, Sarah would awaken in the 
middle of the night, shed her panties, and tiptoe across the room to my 
bed.  While I slept, she would slip under the covers, her hands finding 
the warmth between my legs.  Her tongue would move across my nipples 
making them hard, and I would wake up with her fingers already inside 
me, her mouth on mine.  The next morning, I would wonder if it had 
really happened or had it just been a dream.
	One night as we made love, Sarah took her finger out of me and slid it 
into her own wet vagina.  Then she touched it to my lips so I could 
taste us both.  She kissed me and whispered that she wanted to try 
something new.  I asked what she meant, and she said she saw it in a 
magazine-I'd learn soon enough.  Sarah liked to suck on my nipples 
while she fingered me, but this time she didn't stop at my breasts.  
She moved her mouth down my stomach and let the tip of her tongue 
explore my navel sending shock waves through me.  Then she moved down 
further, running her tongue through my soft hair like a mother cat.  I 
was already soaked and swollen from our foreplay; my clitoris was hard 
and exposed.  When her tongue touched it, I saw stars.
	She moved around so she could lay between my legs and I quickly 
wrapped them around her head to hold her there.  I pinched my nipples 
while Sarah's tongue went inside me for the first time.  As she sucked 
on my clitoris, she inserted her finger, then two, then three, driving 
me to the edge of orgasm.  I couldn't wait to do her.
	I climaxed as I rocked back and forth, and she reached up and squeezed 
my nipples sending me deeper into ecstasy.  Then she got on her hands 
and knees, crawled up and kissed me hard, her mouth wet with the taste 
of my girl-cum.  She let me kiss and licked it off her face.  Next, she 
swung her leg over me and moved her ass toward my face until it was 
only inches away.  Then she lowered her head and ate me with a renewed 
hunger.  I reached up and pulled her to me, her scent filled my 
nostrils.  My heart raced as I kissed and licked her.  This was beyond 
my wildest dreams.  Tasting and smelling her at the same time made my 
head spin.  My tongue slipped inside, and her wet sex flowed out.  I 
caressed her ass and legs, reaching under to hold her breasts and 
squeeze her nipples.  Then I spread her open with my fingers and sank 
my tongue deep inside.  We must have climaxed a dozen times together 
that night as I realized that I couldn't get enough of Sarah; I wanted 
to make love to her forever. 

Sarah's mother came for her a few months later.  The night before she 
left, we held each other and cried.  I couldn't believe Sarah would 
soon be gone.  I wanted to kill myself but she said that would mean we 
would never be together again.  On the day she moved away, she gave me 
a small box and said to smell what was inside whenever I missed her.  
Sarah had a special perfume that I loved and I thought that might be 
what was in the box.  But that night when I was alone,  I opened it to 
find a pair of her panties.  Holding them to my nose, I realized Sarah 
had fingered herself through the material soaking them with a delicious 
reminder of my lover's arousal.  I kept her panties under my pillow and 
would breathe in her fragrance each night while I masturbated.
Over the next year, we spoke on the phone a few times when my mother 
would let me call.  I told her how I laid awake at night touching 
myself and wished it were her between my legs.  She told me she dreamed 
of making love to me and would wake up breathless, her crotch socking 
wet.  Then our mothers had a falling out and we were not allowed to 
call.  I did not see Sarah again for almost 10 years.
	I lost my virginity to a boy in my science class.  Throughout high 
school, I dated a lot of boys and thought I'd fallen in love at least 
half a dozen times.  But I always knew that Sarah owned a piece of my 
heart, a piece I could never give to anyone else.
	Two years out of college, I was working in an advertising agency 
writing copy for television commercials.  As I sat at my desk one day 
typing away on my computer, the phone rang.
	"Heather?"
	"Yes."
	"It's Sarah."
	It took a second before it hit me.  I opened my mouth but nothing came 
out.  My palms turned clammy, my body quivered.  The phone almost 
slipped from my hand. "Sarah," I said finally, although it was more of 
a moan than a word. "Where are you?"
	"Close by."
	My brain flooded with memories: the sound of her bare feet coming 
across the wooden floor to my bed; the rush of excitement knowing she 
would be naked; the heat of her breath on my neck; the sweet scent of 
her arousal; and the salty taste of her skin covered with sweat.  My 
body went limp and I could not have stood up if my life had depended on 
it.  I couldn't believe the sudden wave of emotion that swept through 
me, the aching between my legs.  She told me the name of her hotel. 
"When can I see you?" I asked, hoping no one in the office could see my 
heart pounding against my chest.
	"I'm here for you now."
	The words blurred my vision.	She said her room number and hung up 
before I could tell her I was coming.
	I told my boss I wasn't feeling well and would like to leave early.  I 
must have looked a wreck for he didn't hesitate to let me go.
	I ran out of the building to my car.  Her hotel was only a few miles 
away, and when the valet handed me the parking receipt, he must have 
thought I was going to faint.  My pulse raced, my face was flushed.  I 
walked across the lobby on shaky legs and pushed the button for her 
floor.  A moment later I stood in front of her door.  With a knot in my 
stomach and eyes wide with anticipation, I knocked.  The door opened 
and my sweet, beautiful Sarah stood there smiling her wicked little 
grin.  Her eyes gleamed with a secret kept too long.  She reached out 
and took my hand leading me into the room.  When the door closed, she 
stepped back and let me look at her.  She was tall even in her bare 
feet.  Her body was firm and her auburn hair flowed down to her 
shoulders.  She wore only a T-shirt which immediately brought a smile 
to my face.
	"You took too long," she said, and took me in her arms.  What started 
as a friendly hug quickly turned into groping as her mouth found mine, 
her hands frantically working to undress me.  I covered her face and 
neck with kisses as she stripped me down to bra and panties.  She 
looked down at my black silk panties, the front soaked and glistening. 
"You're already wet." she said, and knelt in front of me.  With her 
face only inches away, she gently slid my panties down my legs.  I 
stepped out of them and Sarah brought them up to her face, cupping the 
delicate material over her nose and breathing in deeply.
"You smell so good," she said, "just like I remember."  Then, while she 
locked her eyes on mine, she slowly licked the sticky girl-cum off the 
inside of the crotch.  As I watched this incredibly sensual act, I 
became dizzy and had to fight to keep from falling.  Finally, she 
leaned forward and gave my vagina the softest, most tender kiss.  Sarah 
stood and reached behind me to undo my bra, whispering, "If I don't 
have you in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to explode."
	"Then hurry," I said, feeling my juice dripping down the inside of my 
legs.
	My bra dropped to the floor and she lead me toward the bed, our mouths 
trying to taste as much of each other along the way as we could.  I 
slipped her T-shirt over her head and she dropped back on the bed, 
pulling me down on her.  Her body felt wonderful under me, her legs 
wrapping around me like she would never let go.  Suddenly, she stopped 
kissing me and looked deep into my eyes. "I've wanted you a million 
times every day."
	 "Then stop counting." I brushed the hair from her face. "I'm here, 
and I'm yours."
	She rolled me over and her lips found my nipples.  From one to the 
other, she frantically tried to make up for ten years of unquenched 
desire.  Soon, she worked her way down between my legs and drank the 
nectar that flowed from me like she was dying of thirst.  I lay back 
and let her make love to me knowing my turn would come soon, I would 
have her completely.  And I did.  Through the afternoon and late into 
the night, we rediscovered all the things that had pleased us so long 
ago and quickly found a whole new world of pleasures learned in the 
time since.
	"I won't let you go," I said as we lay beside each other, my fingers 
softly tracing her breasts and nipples.
	"You won't have to.  I've tried to forget you, tried to live without 
you, but nothing worked.  No matter what I do, I always imagine what it 
would be like with you.  I finally realized I was a fool to go on 
without the one thing in the world I needed most.  Heather, I need you 
more than air."
	I raised up on one elbow and touched her face.  In the soft light 
coming through the window, I saw a tear form at the edge of her eye.  I 
kissed the salty drop away and said, "I love you forever."
	"Not long enough," she whispered, and turned her face to find my 
mouth.
	We were both crying now with tears of joy.  We had professed our love 
at last and I realized I wanted her even more.  We made love again with 
a passion that had burned inside us for over ten years.  This time 
nothing would separate us.  This time we would be together forever.