Loading...Regina and I have several classes together at the local college. She has been trying to get me to go different places with her for a long time. I like her well enough, I mean heck, I think I’m actually in love with her. I get this silly mushy feeling every time I get around her. She’s about as pretty and sexy as they come. She’s a tall girl with long slender legs, a slim waist, and enough boobs to choke an alligator.
I feel a deep burning desire to touch those breasts every time I see her. They’re perfectly shaped globes of sexuality. I don’t know; they may be loaded with plastic, but I’d damn sure like to find out for myself. But something about her scares me.
Well, it’s not really her that scares me so much; it’s her friends and their beliefs. They’re witches, Wiccas. I’m a Christian. Even though I’m wild about Reggie, that’s what everybody calls her, our friends and families would not mesh.
If my family even suspected how I felt about Reggie, there would be a serious problem because I am also female. I know; this is completely against my religious upbringing, but I can’t help it, I’m really crazy about the girl.
I don’t know what to do except try to stay away from her. But that isn’t working because when she’s not around, I’m thinking about her, besides, I see her every day in class. I have resigned myself to the fact; a relationship with her simply can never happen and I’ll have to be content with getting to look at her once in a while.
It’s not easy, every time I see Reggie I want to tell her how I feel about her. That scares me too because I don’t think she’s gay. It’s not like she’s trying to get me to go out on a date with her, she’s just trying to get me to go to some of the things she and her friends go to.
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Last Friday was a special night; it was Halloween. My little brother was so excited about going trick-or-treating he could hardly wait for the sun to begin to set. I had promised to take him around the neighborhood to claim his bag of goodies.
The cold light of a full moon softly shone through the nearly bare tree branches, playing eerie shadows across the lawns, sidewalks, and streets of the neighborhood. Every time the breeze blew, the tree limbs would move. The shadows dancing around us scared my little brother. I had to laugh at the little fellow; he kept walking closer and closer to me.
On one front porch, a plastic skeleton moved and spoke. It screamed, “What do you want?”
Poor little Randy nearly messed his pants, screamed, and tried to climb inside my coat. I tried not to laugh at him, but I couldn’t help it. It took me a while to get him calmed down enough to go to the last few houses on our street.
The next to the last house was the one that took me by surprise. The woman who answered Randy’s quiet knock on the door was beautiful. It was Reggie! It surprised me because that’s not where she lived. She was wearing a long, flowing dress made of some kind of nearly transparent, shiny royal-purple fabric. She looked absolutely stunning in the sexy dress. I could see she was wearing nothing under it except a black-satin thong. I could also see her nipples trying to press their way through the thin fabric as the cool breeze blew through the open door. I was getting more excited than a mosquito at a nudist colony. Finally, I got my breath back enough to speak. “Reggie! What are you doing here?” I asked.
“My friend Tonya lives here. I’m helping her with the trick-or-treaters while she gets things ready for our ceremony tonight,” she answered.
“I didn’t know Tonya was one of your friends,” I replied.
“Oh yeah, for a long time,” Reggie said.
“I mean, I didn’t know she was a witch,” I said.
“I know what you meant. And the word is Wicca. We’re just like everyone else, except we have a few beliefs most people consider strange,” she said.
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” I apologized.
“You didn’t. We’re going to be starting around 10:00. Why don’t you come back? You’ll have fun and see what I’m talking about,” she said.
“You know that kinda stuff ain’t for me,” I replied.
The whole time we were talking, little Randy was standing there below us, holding his goody bag open, and quietly repeating, “Trick or treat, trick or treat, trick or treat.”
Reggie finally took notice. “Oh, I’m sorry, Honey.” She held a huge bowl containing umpteen different kinds of candy down in front of him. “Pick what you like.” Randy’s little face lit up as he gazed into the well-stocked bowl.
“You just set yourself up for a long evening, he’ll never make up his mind. He likes ’em all,” I laughed.
“That’s no problem,” she said. Picking through the bowl, she tossed one of each kind of candy into his bag. “I didn’t know you had a kid.”
“I don’t, this is my little brother, Randy,” I explained.
“Oh, hello, little brother Randy,” she said, placing a final piece of candy in his bag.
“How ’bout that kind,” Randy mumbled, pointing to a miniature York Peppermint Patty buried in the bowl.
“Sharp little fellow, isn’t he,” she laughed.
“Too sharp, sometimes,” I agreed. “He’s five. What do you say, Randy?”
“Trick or treat,” he said.
“No, Randy, you already said that. What are you supposed to say after they put candy in your bag?” I asked.
“Got more?” he smiled at Reggie, who had knelt down to him.
“Randy! You know what you’re supposed to say!” I said.
“Oh, yeah, thank you,” he finally said with a grin. “You’re certainly welcome, Mr. Randy,” Reggie said, looking back up at me. “You should come back tonight. You never know, you might see something you really like.”
Turning away with Randy’s hand in mine to leave, I mumbled under my breath, “I already have; that sexy dress, I like that.”
“What was that?” Reggie asked.
“I said, ‘I don’t really have a sexy dress like that’,” I lied.
“You like my dress? Thank you,” she said with a coy grin.
“It’s sexy as all get out,” I replied. “It looks great on you. But it’s a bit too revealing for me to wear.”
She turned to look at herself in the full-length mirror hanging on the wall next to the door. “Oh my,” she replied, trying to cover herself a little with her arms. “I was getting dressed when you knocked on the door. I just grabbed this to toss on. Damn, I didn’t realize it was so see-through without the inner lining.”
“I like it that way, but I don’t think I could wear it out in public,” I replied.
She turned back toward me, dropped her arms to her sides, gave me a sexy smile, and said, “You don’t have to wear a dress like this, you can come any way you want, even shorts are okay. If you show up tonight, maybe I’ll wear it this way just for you after the ceremony.”
I couldn’t even reply to that remark; I didn’t know how. I simply smiled at her, turned, and walked away with Randy. All the way home, all I could think about was Regina in that sexy dress and those beautiful, hard nipples glaring back at me.
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After getting Randy home at 7:45 p.m., I went to my room to get ready to go to a small Halloween party at a friend’s house. It was one of those local things that happens every year and every year it’s the same old thing. Mostly it’s a waste of time, but my parents approved of it. Even though I am twenty years old, I still live at home and will until I finish college. I can go anywhere I want, but it just makes things a lot easier at home if I live within their established perimeters.
The whole time I was getting ready to go, my mind kept going back to Reggie and that sexy dress she had on. I could spend all evening just staring at her in that thing. But instead, I’ll be spending the evening with a bunch of my parent’s boring friends, while all the witches get to ogle Reggie in my gorgeous dress. I mean, in her gorgeous dress.
Sitting in front of my vanity mirror, I found myself experimenting with my makeup. I wear very little makeup; it isn’t proper for a young lady to wear too much makeup. Just ask my parents, they’ll tell ya.
I looked at the pretty woman looking back at me from the mirror. “Wow, ain’t you a hot mama!” I smiled.
It had taken me over thirty minutes to create the look I wanted. Grabbing a handful of facial tissues, I removed the greater portion of it. I gathered the things I needed, placed them in a plastic zip-lock baggie, and carefully laid the bag inside the overnight bag I was packing. I put my very short, leather mini-skirt, and vest into the bag. These were things I had bought on a whim a few years ago. My parents would have a cow and try to rush me off to some kind of home for wayward girls if they knew I owned such horrible things. I, of course, had never worn them, other than in the privacy of my own bedroom. You know, just to see what I would look like as a sex kitten. I have to say; I really looked hot in them with the pair of black, fishnet stockings I had gotten to go with them. The spiked high heels helped the picture a lot too.
I guess you figured it out by now; I had no intention of attending the party my parents thought I was going to. I couldn’t stand the idea of Reggie being just down the street from me, wearing her magnificent dress with everybody but me seeing her in it.
Mom and Dad knew I would be staying a Jennifer’s house after her party, so they wouldn’t question the overnight bag I would be carrying out the door. I would stop by the gas station, go into the ladies room, don my sexy clothes, and fix my makeup. Then I would go have my heart slowly ripped asunder as I watched Reggie, in that beautiful dress, do whatever it is witches do on All Hallows Eve. I couldn’t figure out why I wanted to put myself through such hell. I mean, I knew seeing her like that all evening would make me want her all that much more, and I also knew, I couldn’t have her. Sometimes I really treat myself terribly.
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After beating a hasty retreat from the house, in a conservative dress and my long coat. I went to the gas station, took care of things there, and knocked on Tonya’s door at 9:45.
“Oh my God! I can’t believe it, you actually showed up!” Reggie exclaimed when she saw me standing at the door.
“Me either,” I replied.
“Come inside. I’m in shock,” she teased.
“Yeah, me too. I must be running on 220 volts tonight; that’s how shocked I am.” I tried to smile normally.
“Here, let me take your coat. Damn, I’m so glad you came tonight.” Her beautiful smile was already going to work on my heart. Her dress was still gorgeous too, even with the inner lining under it. Thank God, it wasn’t quite so revealing now. I would have enjoyed seeing her wearing it the way it had been earlier that evening, but I found myself growing jealous with the thought of all those other women seeing her dressed like that. Isn’t that strange? I have no claim on her. I would love to, but I don’t.
I turned my back toward her and let my coat fall back over my shoulders. Reggie pulled it from my arms. I thought her eyes were going to pop out when I turned around to face her.
“Holy shit, girl! What the hell are you trying to do to me!” Reggie exclaimed. “You look fantastic! I would have never thought of you in an outfit like that!”
“It’s new. I bought it just for tonight,” I lied.
“Well, if nothing else comes out of tonight, I’ll have one helluva gorgeous picture of you to think about from now on.” She grinned.
“Whadaya mean by that?” I asked.
“Nothing… I just… like the way you look, that’s all,” she stammered a bit.
“Oh, cool. I like the way you look too,” I replied.
“You seemed to have liked this dress better earlier this evening,” she teased.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from the beautiful eyes staring back at me. “Well, I guess I have to admit to that. I found it quite interesting to say the least.”
“Wonderful, and I’ll keep the promise I made to you then, after the festivities are over,” she purred. “Come on, let me introduce you around. We only have a few minutes before things get started.”
“What sort of things?” I asked.
“Don’t worry about it. There won’t be anything that will upset you. We don’t worship Satan, nor do any of the other horrible things most people seem to think we do. You’ll see; it’s actually quite a lovely ceremony. You’ll enjoy it.”
“I sure hope so. I have to tell you, it scared the beejebbers outta me to come here tonight,” I admitted.
“You will, trust me,” she said. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Why did you come tonight?” she asked.
Her question took me by surprised. I wasn’t prepared to answer her truthfully. “I don’t know; just curious, I guess.”
“About what we do?” she prodded on.
“Yeah, I guess, among other things,” I replied.
“Like, maybe, the promise I made about wearing my dress just for you later?” she forged on.
“That might have had something to do with it,” I tried to sound innocent.
Her beautiful smile spread across her entire face. Slipping her arm around my waist, she purred, “Great. Now, come on, I want to introduce you to everyone.”
She quickly led me around the room introducing me to the members of her small coven. They seemed like very nice ladies. That’s right, I said ladies, there wasn’t a male in the bunch.
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Moments later, everyone scurried out the back door to began the ceremony. I hadn’t a clue what to expect. I was quite relieved when I discovered Reggie was making sure I stayed right by her side.
It was a perfect night for Reggie and her friends. Not only was it All Hallows Eve, there was also a full moon; a very rare full moon, the second full moon inside a single month, or a blue moon. For it to happen to fall on Halloween was about as rare as a handsome, kindhearted, rich, unattached male. This only happens on an average of once every nineteen years, only four times in the twentieth century in our area. But for a total lunar eclipse to occur at the same time is… well, the chances are simply astronomical. That’s why the little Wicca group was so excited and had set their starting time at 10:00 p.m. to coincide with the eclipse.
I must say I was quite impressed with their ceremony. It was very lovely in fact. It was also nothing like I had thought it would be. After it was all over, I wondered why I had been so frightened of her religion. I guess people hear tales and decide they’re all true. I was glad I had gotten an opportunity to witness for myself that these tales are not always so. The ceremony lasted well into the wee hours of the morning because of the unusual circumstances of that particular night.
Apparently Tonya is the High Priestess, or whatever they call her, because she seemed to be heading up the entire affair. Standing 5’10”, not counting the heaping mounds of glitter-sprayed, raven-black hair piled high atop her head in big sweeping curls, her slender figure resembled a statue of a Greek Goddess erected before the alter. She looked so beautiful with the brilliant moonlight shimmering off of her long, black satin gown and that gorgeous hair. The combination of moonlight and the flickering light from the ceremonial fire at the center of the circle of ladies created an eerie glow around her. It was easy to see why she was the leader of the group, or coven, as I think they called themselves. Through out the ceremony Tonya moved with the grace and poise of a well-trained dancer. Each flowing movement was deliberate and concise, exacting exquisite images of nature in bloom and a celebration of life in my mind.
I have to admit, the ceremony was a festival of beauty, but that is another story for another time. As soon as it was over, most of them left for their homes. Within thirty minutes, there was no one left except for Tonya, Reggie, and myself. The cleanup took hardly any time at all; the ladies hadn’t really made any kind of mess. I’m not use to that kind of party.
“I’m beat,” Tonya said. “I’m going to bed. Reggie, you’re staying over for the night, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’ll use the spare room,” she replied.
“How about you,” Tonya asked, looking at me.
“Well, I really…” I started.
“Yes, she can share the spare room with me. There’s plenty of room,” Reggie cut in.
“Cool,” Tonya said with a grin. “I’ll see you two in the morning, late in the morning.” She headed upstairs.
“I hope that was okay with you,” Reggie said, a sheepish, did-I-just-screw-up grin on her adorable little face.
“Yeah, sure. But there’s few things you should probably know about me first,” I replied.
“What, that you’re gay and have a bad case of the hots for me?” she asked in a rather matter-of-fact tone.
She’d blindsided me with that one. I didn’t know what to say. “Well, I wasn’t… well… I mean, I wanted…” I stammered in a complete loss for words. “God, why don’t you just hit me over the head with a brick and get it over with?” “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” she teased.
“It’d be kinda hard for the cat to get my tongue while you’re standing on it like this,” I replied. “Besides, I don’t just have a case of the hots for you, Regina.” My voice grew weak. “I’m in love with you. I have been for a long time.”
“You think I don’t know that?” she asked.
“I didn’t realize I had been so obvious about it. I didn’t mean to wave it around like a flag for the whole world to see,” I replied, still stunned.
“I doubt anyone else saw it. But how could I not help but to notice?” she said. “The way you look at me all the time made it pretty obvious. I don’t know about you, but those stares were damn sure setting me on fire. I had to go home and change my underwear on more than one occasion before I could go to work after you had sat there in class all afternoon undressing me with those beautiful eyes of yours.”
My face must have turned beet-red; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. “I’m so embarrassed,” I replied. “I tried so hard to make sure no one ever found out I was in love with a woman. I guess I wasn’t very convincing about it.”
“You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about. I loved every minute of it. Why do you think I got so excited when you showed up here tonight? Come on; let’s sit by the fireplace for a while. I’ll get us something to drink,” she said.
A nervous wreck, I waited on the sofa for her. She was gone so long I began to worry that perhaps she’d decided that she’d had enough fun at my expense and had slipped off to bed. My heart did a slow-motion imitation of the Titanic.
#
After nearly ten long minutes, which seemed like forever, Reggie rushed from the kitchen. “Sorry for taking so long. I changed clothes.”
Suddenly, my heart reversed course and did a pretty decent imitation of the U.S. Navy commercial you always see with the submarine breaching high into the air from the dark depths of the ocean. She was wearing that sexy dress the way she had promised, with nothing under it except the tiny, black-satin thong. I must’ve looked pretty ridiculous sitting there with my mouth hanging open, drooling all down my chin.
I finally managed to get my mouth back into gear after several quick sips from the glass of the milk she had brought me. “I thought you were talking about booze when you said you were getting us something to drink.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me look, Tonya might have something like that around here somewhere. Wiccas don’t normally drink alcohol. We try not to put anything harmful into our bodies. I wasn’t thinking, you’re not Wicca. There’s probably some sodas in the fridge if you’d like one.”
“No, no, the milk’s fine. Can we go for a walk in the garden? It’s so beautiful out there tonight with that big moon shining down on everything now that the eclipse is over.”
“Sure, but unless you want me to cover this dress up with a big old, heavy, ugly coat, you gotta promise to keep me warm out there,” she said with a coy little grin.
“Promise,” I said, my heart pounding.
We quickly downed our milk and walked out the backdoor toward Tonya’s lovely garden. Reggie’s arm was tight around my waist. Funny, I had lived down the road from Tonya for several years and had never realized she had such a beautiful piece of property behind her house. All I had ever noticed was the high privacy fence around her back yard.
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“I’ll bet it’s really pretty out here in the summertime when everything’s in bloom,” I said, walking with our arms around each other’s waist. Reggie is three inches shorter than I am, making her the prefect height to rest her head against my shoulder as we strolled along. “Yeah, it is. But Tonya really enjoys her garden and keeps something going out here just about all year round. It’s always lovely and the place has such a comforting effect to it. I spend quite a bit of time out here myself,” she explained, pointing out several beautiful plants arranged around the Wicca altar we stood before.
“I wouldn’t mind spending some time out here too,” I said.
“I’m sure Tonya would be delighted, I know I would,” she said, turning to face me. Slipping her arms around my neck, she pulled me close. “I’m getting cold and you promised I wouldn’t.”
“I guess I better keep my promise than,” I said, sliding my arms around her slim waist.
“Yeah, I guess you better,” she purred, looking up at me.
Our lips met for the first time. Her lips were surprisingly tender and her kiss as soft as the little Snuggle bear of fabric-softener TV-commercial fame. Even though that first kiss was brief, it was wonderful and sent a wealth of important messages back and forth between us. At that moment, I became absolutely positive that Reggie was the woman for me, the only woman for me.
She looked up at me with those warm-blue eyes of hers. “I think we need to do that again; my toes are still cold.”
“Oh my! We can’t have that, now can we?” I replied. I pressed my lips back to hers, which immediately separated inviting my tongue inside. Moments later I was doing my very best to lick her tonsils. I mean, I had to, her poor little toes were freezing off, right? I needed to get warmth all the way down to her toes; and believe me; I was trying hard.
The soft moan that seeped from deep within her slender throat and vibrated over my tongue nearly drove me out of my mind. Her kisses were every bit as intriguing as her beauty.
One of the things I really find so attractive about Reggie is the fact that she’s absolutely gorgeous and doesn’t have a clue about it. I’ve known several other beautiful women, but they know they’re beautiful, and are even a bit arrogant about it. This distracts from they’re true beauty. Reggie’s not like that. And now, at long last, I was finally holding that beauty in my arms and had my tongue stuck halfway down her delectable throat. Will wonders never cease?
Our lips parted by the merest friction of an inch as my excited tongue slipped from her mouth. She gazed up at me with her big soft eyes. “That was nice,” she whispered.
“I thought so too, but I think I need to practice it two or fifty more times just to be sure I got it right,” I replied.
“Oh, you got it right okay. You’ve obviously kissed a lot of women,” she said.
“Oh yeah, simply bunches. Counting you, I have now kissed a grand total of one,” I replied. “I wasn’t even sure I was going to be able to do it until you put your arms around me. Then I couldn’t have stopped it if I had wanted to.”
“Did you?” she asked.
“Did I what?” I asked.
“Did you wanna stop it?” she replied.
“Not in this life time,” I said.
“Good, then shut up and do it again,” she said, lightly touching her lips to mine.
The tip of her tongue danced faerie-light across my lips and quickly slipped between them. It wasn’t one of those hot turned-on, tonsil-touching, tongue-twisting oral tournaments. Her tongue felt so small and delicate roaming my mouth at a pace so slow it would have made a snail feel like a speeding racecar.
I was afraid to move my tongue for fear of harming the tender morsel sliding so lovingly over its surface. Carefully, I curled my tongue upward when I felt hers attempting to get at its underside. It was like Reggie wanted to sample each tastebud in my mouth, one by one.
That kiss was the most erotic kiss I had ever known. It carried a lot more meaning. By the time her wonderful little tongue slipped from my mouth, my insides were trembling; I had butterflies in the pit my stomach the size of turkeys.
My hands cautiously roamed toward her tight little behind. I wanted desperately to cradle those two firm looking globes in my hands, but was afraid to venture that far. I had dreamed of holding Reggie in my arms far too long to take a chance on ruining the moment by doing something she might not like.
It scared me when her hands dropped from around my neck and grabbed my arms. I figured that was it, the party was over, she was pissed. To my relief, instead of pushing my hands away, she pulled them over the gorgeous behind they had been inching their cowardly way toward.
Through the thin silk fabric of her sexy dress, it felt like I was holding a scrumptious pair of naked buns in my hands. A gentle squeeze sent her firm mound pressing against mine. I tried another squeeze and got the same delightful results, plus a nice bonus of another soft moan over my tongue.
Her arms slipped around my hips, her hands cupped my behind, and squeezed in unison with my hands. The sensation of both of us thrusting our hips forward at the same time forced a simultaneous moan from both of us.
I felt her gentle fingers working my mini-skirt up over my behind, inch by creeping inch. Finally, her fingers were clutching my lace-covered buns and the mini-skirt was up around my waist.
I noticed a slight trembling in her. A moment later, another tremble. I soon realized those hadn’t been trembles of passion coursing through her; they had been shivers. The poor gal was freezing to death out there.
“Are you cold?” I asked, just to be sure.
A sad expression covered her lovely face. She didn’t speak; she just nodded, yes.
“Why didn’t you say so? We can go back inside,” I said.
“You seemed so happy out here,” she spoke very quietly. “I didn’t want to interfere with that.”
“Interfere? Are you nuts?” I snapped. “My happiness isn’t from being out here; it’s from being with you. Now let’s go back inside to that nice warm fireplace.”
“I don’t mind staying out here for you,” she said. “It’s not all that cold.” Another shiver ran through her. Her teeth were even chattering, her lips trembling.
“Get in the house,” I barked, giving her a light slap on her cute little rear end. “Let’s go, move it, move it!”
“Yes, Ma’am,” she said with a cute giggle.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her adorable little wiggling fanny as she quickly scurried up the path toward the house.
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In short order, Reggie stood huddled, still shivering, holding her hands out toward the low flame in the fireplace. I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind; she snuggled back against my body. Kissing the top of her head, I whispered, “I love you, Regina.”
“I know you do,” she replied, still facing the fire. Slowly, she turned to me, with her arms folded in a tight “X” across her breasts, she snuggled closer against me. Looking up into my eyes she whispered, “I love you too.”
I pulled her head against my chest and savored the precious feeling of having her in my arms. I could feel her small hands moving between us. A moment later, I felt her unbuttoning my blouse and pulling it from my skirt, then her hands sliding around my bare waist. Her head moved down my chest, coming to rest against my cleavage. I pulled my open vest and blouse around her slender, still shivering, shoulders.
“Oh, that’s much warmer,” she purred. “I like it in here.”
“Not half as much as I like having you in there,” I said.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me about how you felt about me?” she asked, her voice a soft murmur.
“That’s a good question,” I replied, “and I’m not so sure I have a good answer for it. I guess I was just afraid.”
“Afraid of what?” she whispered. God, her voice was so soft and sexy when she talked like that. I just love it. “Of what you would say and what you might think of me,” I answered. “I guess I was afraid of a lot of things. Let’s just say I was having some major issues with my own feelings and trying to figure out how to deal with discovering I was in love with a woman.”
“Is that why I can feel your insides trembling?” she whispered.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that. To tell the truth, I’m scared shitless,” I replied.
“Why? It should seem pretty obvious that I love you too and want to be with you. I knew months ago we would eventually end up together,” she said.
“God, I wish I was that confident. I figured a moment like this would only remain an ache in my heart. If you felt that way and thought it was only a matter of time, why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
“Same reason you didn’t tell me. I was trying to figure out if you were actually gay or not. I’d never seen you with any other women. I mean, looking like you were sexually attracted to them,” she explained.
“That’s because I’ve never been in love with anyone else. I’ve had a few boyfriends and I enjoyed their company,” I replied. “But as soon as I got to know you a little bit, that all ended. As the old song goes, ‘I only have eyes for you’.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” she whispered, followed by a quiet giggle. “How about these?”
I felt the natural weigh of my breasts suddenly tug at my chest when she unexpectedly released the catch in the back of my bra. My mouth suddenly went drier than a popcorn fart. I tried to swallow, but found nothing in my mouth to help me complete the task. I stood there, dumbfounded, trying to come up with an appropriate answer. “If you want ’em, they too are only for you,” was the only thing I could manage to come up with. Not very original I guess. I mean, give me a break; I was trying to figure out if it was safe to go after another of her wonderful kisses and all the sudden, she’s trying to crawl inside my bra.
Slowly backing out of my arms, Reggie lifted the black-lace cups of my bra, releasing my breasts from their confines. Leaning forward, she gave each hard nipple a tiny kiss and said, “I claim these gorgeous puppies as mine!” She kissed them each one more time.
The pleasure that danced through me with each of those tiny kisses was indescribable. Reggie had no idea how much her little performance had pleased me.
“So shall it be done,” I replied. Hell, I didn’t know what else to say.
Taking my breasts in her small hands, she lifted them slightly, stepped toward me, stood in her tiptoes, placed my rigid nipples against her own nipples, and rubbed them in tight circles around hers. Now that innocent little maneuver sent bolts of electricity shooting throughout my body. I thought my nipples were going to explode. Holding me in that position, she looked up into my eyes. “Would you mind getting your vest and blouse out of the way. They seem to be trying to cover up my tits; I mean, your tits; the ones you just gave me.”
I wasted little time dropping my vest and blouse back over my shoulders and letting them fall to the floor.
“The bra too please. It’s in my way,” she ordered with a sexy grin.
I let my bra fall from my shoulders to join the vest and blouse on the floor. “Don’t you think it might be a good idea for us to go to your room. I mean, what if Tonya wakes up and comes waltzing through here?” I suggested.
“She wouldn’t wake up if a tornado ripped the house from around her. But if it makes you feel any better, I would be only too delighted to take you to my bed.” Her bright eyes sparkled nearly as much as her smile. She gave each nipple another light kiss before heading for the stairs.
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Following her up the stairs, my eyes were glued to the two beautiful globes swaying back and forth before me, with the slender ribbon of black satin of her thong running between them. If I hadn’t been concentrating so hard on her cute little butt, I wouldn’t have fallen on top of her when she tripped over the hem of her long dress.
“Oh my God, Reggie, are you okay?” I nearly screamed, trying to get off of her.
Apparently she was, she started giggling as she rolled over underneath me. Her giggling quickly ceased when our lips met. Her arms flew around my neck. Her tongue darted between my lips. Her legs wound around my hips. Her body pressed firmly against mine. The timid kitten I had been holding in my arms only moments earlier, had suddenly become a wildcat in heat. Her busy hands were all over me. It was wonderful!
I quickly found myself lying back on the stairs, leaning on my elbows, with her kneeling between my legs. Her delightful tongue tormented one of my nipples while her fingers teased the other. Her other hand had found it way between my thighs and inside my panties. All I could do at that point was moan and groan, and enjoy the wonderful things she was doing to me.
Raising up straight on her knees between my thighs, her gentle hands slid feather-light up and down my thighs, over my fishnet stocking, along the garter straps, and panties. The look in her eyes scanning my nearly nude body was that of a starving child with its hands cupped around its face pressed against an ice cream shop window. But this child had a second look in her eyes, a look that said; I’m fixing to have all the ice cream I’ve ever dreamed of.
“All this sexy, lacy stuff is in my way,” she said, her eyes not wavering from their survey duties.
“What happened to going to the bedroom?” I asked.
“You tackled me. That’s what happened.” She grinned.
“I didn’t tackle you! You tripped,” I replied.
“Sure, sure. So you figured while I was lying helplessly on the steps, you would take advantage of my misfortune, dive on top of me, and rub your gorgeous body all over me,” she said. “Well, this girl rubs back. Now get this stuff outta my way; I have some serious rubbing of my own to do. On second thought, never mind, I have a better idea.” She raised to her feet.
Stepping to one side of me, she reached up under her dress, quickly slipped her thong off, and dropped it to the stairs. Gathering the front of her dress up enough to walk over me, Reggie started up the stairs with one foot on each side of my body, still lying on the steps. I could feel the back hem of her long delicate dress sliding over my legs as she moved forward. It felt so sexy.
When her feet reached the step below the one my head was resting on, she knelt down again, with her knees of either side of my head on the same step. I was suddenly lying there, my head under her dress and between her slender thighs, my lips only inches from her wanton womanhood.
Her scent was heavenly. I couldn’t resist sliding the tip of my tongue over the soft moist folds of her flesh. My hands roamed the smooth skin of her round hips and soft globes of her behind. I placed one of my hands between her thighs from behind and gently separated her delicate nether lips, exposing the growing bud of her sexuality. My tongue immediately attacked the small, unsheltered organ.
Reggie leaned slightly forward, resting her hands two steps above my head. Her quiet moans as my tongue continued its assault in her clit intensified my own excitement. I pulled the tiny organ between my lips, sucking it ever so tenderly. The beautiful song she was singing for me grew louder minute by minute as my finger gently circled the rim of her opening. That finger seemed to be on her volume control, the more I moved the finger the louder she moaned.
Reggie seemed a bit distressed when I removed the finger that had been so tantalizing to her, but only momentarily. She bolted upright, grabbing the stairway railing to keep her balance when I replaced that finger with my tongue. The difference was that my tongue didn’t bother with teasing the rim of her center, it wiggled quick and deep toward her very core.
I was sure the scream that raced from Reggie’s throat would have Tonya rushing out to see what was going on. But at that point, I didn’t care. I had dreamed of this moment for so long, and now it was a reality. I forced my tongue deeper into her. I pulled down on her hips and pressed my face as tight as I could against her.
Had she not had a grip on the railings, Reggie would have fallen backwards down the stairs when I moaned into her as I received the first sweet taste of her delicious juices. The vocal vibrations of my moan against her womanhood set her off. I liked it, so I moaned again, being rewarded with more of her wonderful lady-cum. Another moan, more cum, another moan, more cum, another moan… It was fantastic. I couldn’t get enough of it. I drank deeply of her salty-sweetness.
Reggie dropped forward over my head, her body spent. With great care, I rolled her off of me. I was afraid she was going to go tumbling down the stairs. She had no strength left. Her slender body felt boneless as I laid her back on the steps beside me.
“You okay, Honey?” I asked, kissing her lips lightly.
Her eyes fluttered, opening slowly. She didn’t need to speak; the smile on her beautiful face said it all. Her gentle tongue immediately began cleaning my shiny face. “I liked that,” she whispered between licks.
“So did I,” I replied.
“Promise to do it again sometime?” she asked.
“Anytime you want,” I promised.
“I want it all the time,” she said, her smile growing.
Reggie and I both jumped when a voice rang out from the top of the stairway. “That was so sweet, ladies,” Tonya said, a huge smile on her face. She was sitting on the top step, naked, with her hands still between her thighs, and a big wet spot trailing down the carpet of the top step where she sat. “You two gals just caused me to have the best orgasm I’ve had in years.”
“Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed,” I mumbled, burying my face against Reggie’s chest. I must have turned blood red. My face was so hot you could have lit a cigarette off of it.
Reggie tenderly held my head in her arms. “Don’t be, she’s okay. She just likes to watch.”
I tried to raise my head, but Reggie held it tight. “You knew she was watching us?” I asked.
“No. But I knew she would if she figured out what was going on,” Reggie replied. “I call her the Watcher. She doesn’t like regular sex and doesn’t like to be touched, except by herself.”
Lying there in her arms like that with her large soft breasts against my face was getting me excited again, even though I knew Tonya was still sitting on the top step watching us. I had never remotely been an exhibitionist, but I found myself becoming turned on by the idea of Tonya watching.
My tongue slipped out of my mouth and began teasing one of Reggie’s hard nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. Reggie squealed. “Oh no you don’t, it’s my turn!”
Before I realized what was happening, she was standing between my legs again, pulling the rest of my clothes off in one swift motion. Moments later, I was laid back on the steps, moaning again, as Reggie’s wonderful tongue danced all over and in my open womanhood.
I looked up to see if Tonya had continued watching or gotten embarrassed at getting caught and left. She was still sitting on the top step, she face covered with a beautiful, pleasant grin. I caught her eye and patted the step beside me. Seconds later, Tonya was seated sideways on the step beside my head. Her legs were spread wide, one of her legs rested on the step above my head; the other foot rested two steps below where she sat. I was staring right at her glistening, open womanhood as her fingers slowly toyed with her excited clit while she watched Reggie give me the licking of my life.
I looked down at Reggie and saw one of her hands gently massaging Tonya’s foot beside my hip. I raised a hand over my head and softly rubbed Tonya’s other foot that was resting above me. Her smile grew bigger and her hands moved faster. I think the act of us touching her feet made her feel she was part of what we were enjoying. Really, I guess she was a part of it.
Reggie’s wet womanhood slid up and down my leg as her tongue slipped in and out of my salivating center. Reggie’s body began to tremble against me; I could feel her warm juices trickling down my leg. Her soft body snapped taunt and every gorgeous muscle she possessed clamped around my torso like a vice. A muffled groan rumbled from her throat, blasted into my open valley and resonated through out my entire body.
Even though my past sexual experience had been somewhat limited, I knew I was about to achieve an orgasm of epic proportion. Reggie’s low rumbling groan changed to a single, continuous, high-pitched thrilling scream. Her gentle trembling became violent shaking; her body was out of control. Her warm lady-cum no longer trickled down my leg; it now flooded like a rain-swollen river.
Suddenly, Reggie’s scream became a duet as Tonya’s pleasure soared to join Reggie’s. I tried to brace myself for what I knew was only moments away, but ecstasy erupted deep in my cord with enough force to wreck a whale, causing my hips to rise high off the steps. The beautiful duet singing to me had brought that wrecked whale inside of me to the surface. It breached, spouting my juices into Reggie’s eager mouth and all over her face. My Utopian scream joined the others in what most have been the most hauntingly beautiful Halloween sound ever heard.
The sweet feminine scent of female sex crowded the air with a nearly visible misty cloud. The shrill screams of delight became soft murmurs of pleasure as the three of us gradually drifted back to reality together.
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The next day I awoke cuddled in Reggie’s delightful arms, lying between her and Tonya. Tonya’s naked back pressed lightly against mine. Reggie’s arms rested over my waist, with her hand resting on Tonya’s hip.
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The hardest part was yet to come; filling my parents in on all the sudden changes in my life wasn’t going to a piece of cake. To my surprise, the battle wasn’t over the fact that I had told them I was a lesbian. Actually, my family absolutely adores Reggie. Nor was it because of the possibility of me changing religions. After a little research, they had decided there really wasn’t that big a difference in the two religions. As long as I had some type of religion, they seemed pleased.
The big brouhaha didn’t take place until I told them I was moving in with Reggie. They felt I was making a major mistake by leaving the safe haven of their home until I had finished college. They said it wouldn’t hurt us to wait another year and a half. I quite naturally, whole-hearted disagreed with them and the fight was on. Not being with Reggie would hurt a hell of a bunch.
Now, a year later, after a long hard fought battle with my parents, Reggie, Tonya, and I live together in Tonya’s beautiful home. Reggie and I live as a couple with sweet Tonya being our constant beloved tagalong. The three of us share a king-size bed. Reggie and I enjoying the most beautiful sex life together, while the Watcher quietly joins in on the sessions in her own way.
I think we need to do something to get her a bit more involved.