From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Susan, My Lover by Lena (FF, lesbian)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 22:05:50 GMT

			   Susan, My Lover
				 by
				Lena

	Exposure to the sun is one of my real problems. The sun turns
my hair incredibly blond during the summer and any tan I do have is
accentuated by my hair. If I'm not careful I'll end up looking like a
lobster with a white hat.

	When I'm at the pool, I normally don't stay out long because
of my tendency to burn. What I'm looking for is just a hint of color
and I hate bathing suit marks. I usually wear very small bikinis and I
move the strings around to keep the line marks at a minimum.

	Sometimes I will go out on my balcony, drape sheets over the
railings and tan in the buff. I can't be seen from the sides but I'm
not so sure the guy above me hasn't figured a way to check me out. He
sure looks at me funny when we ride the elevator together.

	Susan is different. As she lies in the sun, her skin seems to
get darker by the hour. Her black hair falls to her shoulders, and her
eyes are a grey-black.

	She's about 5'4" with an almost perfectly proportioned body.
Her skin is smooth. She appears soft but doesn't have an ounce of
extra fat. Her breasts are firm but not hard and they stand out from
body while giving an impression of delicate movement when she walks.
In a word, she is beautiful.

	She lives in the same condo as I do, in fact on same floor. We
met at the pool while topping off our tans. At first we only talked.
But soon we found we had a lot in common. We like to read, take walks,
camp in the parks, and most of all we enjoy our own solitude and
privacy. We both date, but we limited that as we found we were not
necessarily lonely when we were alone.

	As we talked, I found myself feeling close to her and wanting
to be with her, more than just at the pool. I began to look at her
more closely. I gazed into her eyes, and wondered if behind them,
there were thoughts beginning to surface, similar to my own.

	Recently, I have become more aware of a side of myself that at
first was hard to accept. But now I am beginning to open the door a
little so that resistance is turning to enjoyment and excitement.
Being with Susan has accelerated my acceptance. She has become my
catalyst.

	One hot evening we were at the pool where we had gone for a
quick dip. Suddenly a storm began and lightening could bee seen in
the distance. I asked Susan if she would like to come to up my place
and chat, maybe have a glass of wine. She replied that would be
wonderful and soon we were in my living room, sitting on the living
room floor in our bikinis, laughing and talking.

	The door to the balcony was open. The storm had passed as
suddenly as it had come. The air was hot but with a gentle breeze. I'm
around air conditioning all the time and resist turning it on when I'm
at home until the last resort.

	Our bodies were slightly moist with perspiration. The lights
were off and the room was lit with just two candles. When I looked at
her I could see the flickering glow reflected in her eyes and the
moisture on her skin. As she talked I found some of Susan's words seem
to be coming from a distant part of my mind as I became more and more
captured by her beauty. My mouth became dry. My hand trembled
slightly.

	As the night continued we shared more of our thoughts and
feelings. But it was Susan who talked the most. It was as though she
had been waiting for a moment, like this, to pour out her feelings. As
she talked she slowly moved closer to me and eventually we found
ourselves leaning on each other. I was frightened but finally placed
my arm around her. She responded by placing her head against my chest.
I could feel her warm breathing on my breast.

	"Oh Lena," she whispered, "I wanted to have some moments with
you, like this, for such a long time. You have become very special to
me."

	I couldn't answer. I was sure she could feel my heart. It
seemed to be pounding so hard it would break through my chest. I could
feel the wetness between my legs. I became aware of the my vagina and
the awakening of increased sensitivity in my clitoris. My nipples
pressed against the cloth of my bathing suit. These feelings
frightened me, but I knew I would not stop.

	Instead of resisting I opened myself to each new sensation. I
welcomed the sexual feelings I felt towards Susan. I closed my eyes
and dreamed of fulfilling physically what I was only thinking of for
now.

	After several minutes, her face still pressed against my
breast, I heard her voice again. It was soft and quiet. "Lena, I wish
you would let me stay here tonight. It has been wonderful sharing with
you and I would be so lonely if I had to spend the night by myself."

	Could she feel my tremble? I wanted her more than anything
else to spend the night. "I only have the one bed, Susan, and maybe
just an old shirt for you to wear. Would that be all right."

	"Sure," She replied, "anything is fine. I just don't want to
be alone."

	We moved to the bedroom and each took a shower. After I
showered, I slipped into my favorite t-shirt. When Susan returned from
her shower however, the shirt I had given her was in her hand and she
stood there as beautiful as I imagined she would be in her nakedness.
She looked at me, paused, and then without a word laid the shirt down,
turned the light off, and slipped into bed with me.

	We lay quietly for several minutes and then she spoke again.
"Lena, I feel very close to you."

	I could hardly make the words come out. "And I feel close to
you Susan... very close."

	As soon as the words were spoken Susan turned to me, her hand
moving to my breast, her lips to mine. We found each others tongues as
we probed deeply into the other's mouth. Her lips were so soft, her
hand so gentle; I craved her touch, I wanted her to explore all of my
body. I removed the t- shirt and she removed my panties.

	Her lips found my nipples, first brushing the tip with her
tongue, then taking the entire nipple and areole in her mouth. My hand
pressed her head forward urging her to take more of my breast. My
other hand caressed her and moved down to her back as she spread her
legs to allow the lips of her pussy to move forward, closer to me. I
could feel her wetness against my skin.

	As she held my breast in one hand and I sensed her delicate
sucking, her other hand began to move over my skin with a tenderness I
had not experienced before. Then her fingers began to move down my
abdomen until they found my mons, my clitoris, my pussy, my moist lips
swollen with passion. I had feared this moment. I did not know how she
would react to my shaved pussy. I wasn't sure how I would react. She
paused, then as realization came to her, she pressed her hand against
me, her mouth moved back to mine as she kissed me more deeply than
ever, and then her finger... fingers entered me. And as she entered
me, as she kissed me, as she pressed her body against me, I opened my
legs inviting her to explore me even more deeply and hoping she would
understand I was giving myself wholly to her. There would be nothing
held back.

	Nothing was held back, by either of us. I kissed with a
passion never given to anyone else. My hands moved over her and her
hands over me. The darkness, the heat, our perspiration added to the
moment. I could taste, smell, and feel the sexuality between us. My
lips sought and found her nipples. My mouth opened as she pressed
herself to me. Her kisses moved to my hands, my fingers, my neck and
then down my body.

	Her lips brushed my shaved mons. Her tongue caressed it, and
then moved to my clitoris. First sucking, then gently stroking the
sides, she sensed what I desired. As I opened to her, she turned,
opening her legs, and offered herself to me. I engulfed her. I buried
my face in her. My lips were sucking and kissing her clitoris,
caressing its hood. My tongue tasting her love juices as they poured
from her.

	Slowly an ache, seldom felt, entered my pelvis. I began to
feel a change in my nipples. I could sense small movements of my
clitoris and the lips of my pussy with each new touch of her lips and
tongue. And I could feel the movement of her pussy as my tongue
caressed her hood. Her breath became hot. Her pelvis rocked with mine.

	We were encompassed by an veil of passion. Our movements were
almost a mirror image of each other as one knew what the other
yearned. I had never tasted such desire. The smell of her body
intensified the movement and the rising hunger within me. My pussy
became electrified as her tongue entered me. I exploded. A moan and
then a scream filled the room. Not one, but two screams as my tongue
pressed between her lips and entered as deep within her as it would
go. We flooded each other.

	Nothing could compare with the feel, the taste, the smell, the
smoothness of her sweet juices. Nothing I hoped but my own as I wanted
them to be a gift, an offering to her. My hand went to her pussy so
that I could spread her wetness over my body. She did the same with
mine. And then we kissed and held each other. Soft words were spoke,
but those I can never share with anyone else.

	I lay back on the bed and Susan moved closer. Her head once
again rested on my breast. I wondered how I would feel in the morning;
how Susan would feel. What was happening to me? How would this night
change me? Then I felt a gentle kiss on my breast. I turned slightly
as the nipple and areole entered her mouth and a soft sucking began.
We both pulled each other closer for one last embrace before sleep.