Lesbianism in Modern Literature

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Lesbianism in Modern LiteratureSamantha Edwards rushed from her car to the administrative building as the rain poured from the sky. She held her briefcase over her head with one hand in a useless attempt to keep her hair dry, as she struggled to hold books and papers in the other. It was another damp, cold, and dreary day in the northeast. The kind of day you would expect in mid-November in this section of the world. However, Samantha was a southern girl, used to sunny skies and warmer climates.The click of her high heels on the tile floor echoed up and down the long hallway as she hurried to the administration offices. She was late already. Today was the last day to get mid-term grades submitted and she didn’t want to hear all the grief she would take if she missed the deadline. Hopefully it would only take a couple of minutes and she could still make her 9 o’clock English class on time.Samantha sighed as she passed the ladies room and then stopped. It was going to make her later but she had to fix her hair. It was a mess after being doused with the cold rain. If she could have remembered where she had left her umbrella it wouldn’t have been so bad. Unfortunately it seemed that she was always misplacing something these days. The unwanted vision of the movie “The Absent Minded Professor” crossed her mind as she rushed into the teacher’s lounge, almost knocking over a fellow teacher in her haste.A little moan escaped her lips when she looked into the mirror. All her work had been for nothing. Her shoulder length sandy blond hair was hanging in wet, curly strands now, dripping water down her cheeks. And her hair had looked so good when she left home a few minutes ago. A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she tried her best to fluff it up. It was useless. Finally, she gave up and leaned toward the mirror to fix her makeup.The woman in the mirror staring back at Samantha was pretty and just over the dreaded 30th birthday. She had gray/green eyes that could dazzle men and women alike. People often said that she looked a lot like Nicole k**dman, with her curly hair and creamy white complexion. Yet Sam was one of those women that didn’t realize how pretty she is. She thought she was too tall at 5′ 8″, too heavy at 125, and that her facial features were too angular to be pretty. Besides, she didn’t have a lot of time to worry about her appearance these days.Another sigh escaped the harried woman as she fumbled in her purse, searching for her lipstick.She never had enough time for herself anymore and her life seemed to be out of control. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She wondered how her life had become so hectic. It seemed that there was a constant succession of classes, dinner parties, social obligations, and studying to keep up with her profession. Maybe it was just the pressure of being a newly appointed assistant professor, she thought. She knew that it took a lot of work in the beginning to get oneself established in a new school.The academic world wasn’t new to her though–she had taught at her alma mater for several years and had been raised in a family of teachers. Her mother was an elementary school teacher and her father a high school principal. Even one of her older brothers was a teacher. It was only natural that she followed the same path.Samantha was a southern girl and grew up with her two brothers in a very traditional and solidly middle class family. Her parents were very conservative and strict. In fact, Samantha had not been allowed to wear makeup until she was almost 16. As for dating, well that was a battle of wills. She was only allowed to date in groups until she was 17. However, like all teenagers, she found ways around the arbitrary rules.Dan Edwards, Samantha’s father, was a hard working man, if not a little behind the times and overzealous in his religious beliefs. He was also very protective of his little girl. At any sign of rebellion from Samantha he would always say that she would follow his rules as long as she lived in his house. However, Dan was proud of his daughter and like all fathers, no one was ever going to be good enough for his little girl.Samantha had a will of her own though and found ways to see her boyfriends without her father knowing. However, because she lived at home until she finished college, the strict rules often became contentious.A smart girl, Samantha graduated with honors and was selected as the valedictorian of her high school class. After high school, she went to a large but local college. She was a star student at the University, deciding to stay after graduation to teach and continue pursuit of a master’s degree in English and then her PHD. It had been hard work and a long haul, but she persevered. The school eventually noticed her academic achievements and she was awarded a grant to do research. Unfortunately she never got the chance to finish her work.Samantha met her husband-to-be before she finished her graduate work. He was a professor at the university and twenty years older than she was. Much to her parents’ distress, she had fallen in love and married soon after she completed her studies. It was her husband’s transfer to the north several years ago that brought the warm blooded southern girl to the cold northeast.However, she couldn’t say that she regretted her choices up to that point. She had a good job as associate professor at the school and a real opportunity to advance to full professor with tenure in a few years. But, besides being overworked, her biggest problem was that she had left her family and friends behind and felt somewhat out of place in the snobbish academic community she was now part of.Coming to the large university as an associate professor was a cultural shock for Samantha. She never realized the level of personal politics that existed in academic circles. It was very different from her previous experience in teaching. Nor did she anticipate the social obligations that would befall her in her new role. Now, between her husband’s career (he was in line to become Chancellor) and her aspirations to become a published writer, she rarely had time for anything else.Samantha had always been an outdoor girl, preferring to be out in the sun rather than cramped up in some library or classroom. While she loved most water sports, she loved sailing most of all. She missed being out on the water everyday and although there were great opportunities to sail where she lived now, the season was far too short. Besides, she had little time for that with all of the required duties associated with school and being the future Chancellor’s wife.Still, with all this, she thought that maybe it was the dreary weather that was making her feel so depressed. She desperately needed something to cheer her up.At least it wasn’t snow, Samantha thought as she hurried across the wet grass and into the student center. She rushed down the hall trying unsuccessfully to juggle all of her books and papers. Several times she had to stop and pick up papers as they fell from the folders under her arm.Samantha took a deep breath and pushed open the door with her shoulder, preparing for another long day.”Alright class, let’s get started. I assume that everyone has read the assignment?” Samantha said as she pulled a pop quiz from her briefcase. A chorus of moans echoed in the classroom. Sam, as her friends called her, smiled as she handed out the test papers. Why should she be the only one feeling down? she thought.There were about thirty freshman English students in Sam’s class. Most were here because it was a requirement. However, there were several bright students that truly showed an interest in English and were planning on making it their major.One of them was Sally Rogers. She was a pretty, young girl that always sat in the front of the class. With short strawberry blond hair and a voluptuous figure, she stood out amongst the unusually young looking freshman class. Her eyes were a pale blue and would sparkle with delight when Sam would call on her. She showed no reservations at being considered the teacher’s pet.Sam thought that Sally was a sweet girl and had immediately taken a liking to her. However, Sally was different from the other students, but not just in an academic sense. Sam couldn’t quite put her finger on what the difference was–there was just something in the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at her.When Sam sat back down at her desk, she glanced at Sally. As usual, she had on a rather short skirt and her legs were a little too carelessly spread. The older woman could see between her legs. Most of the students wore jeans but Sally seemed to prefer skirts or dresses.I wonder what color her panties are today? Sam thought and smiled inwardly. She figured that she knew every pair that the teenager had. It was a private and unspoken little game that had started soon after the semester began. Sam didn’t know why she let the game go on. She could have simply ignored the overt display of the young girl’s charms. Yet, invariably, her eyes were drawn to the juncture of her thighs and she could feel that tingling between her legs and her face would begin to flush.Sally smiled as she sensed the teacher’s eyes on her legs and gradually opened them wider, pretending to study the test paper. However, her heart was racing like it did every time she was around Sam. It felt so daring to tease the older woman by letting her see her panties. However, this time she had left her panties off. It was brazen and bold but she wanted desperately to be noticed by her pretty teacher and maybe take their relationship to the next level–whatever that meant.They must be flesh colored, Sam thought as her eyes were drawn to the gap between her legs. Then, she almost gasped. It didn’t look like she had any on! Sam felt her face turn hot and she quickly looked down at the papers on her desk, her hands suddenly trembling. A few minutes later when she looked back up, she found that Sally still had her legs open. This time Sam found her eyes staring at the teenager’s vagina. Her heart began to race when she suddenly realized that the young girl didn’t have a trace of pubic hair. The light from the window made it possible for her to clearly see the young girl’s fat outer lips and the pink inner ones between. Sam couldn’t believe the audacity of the teenager.Finally, Sam had to look away again as she felt a trickle of sweat on her brow. Fortunately, Sally finally crossed ataşehir escort her legs. Sam almost sighed with relief and strangely felt a little disappointment. She couldn’t explain why this young girl was having such an affect on her.In spite of their little game, (or maybe because of it?) Sam liked the teenager. And, the feeling was apparently mutual. Sally often stopped by her desk after class to discuss some author or book. The two of them had a great deal in common and they shared many of the same views on life and literature. To Sam, Sally seemed much older than eighteen, with a maturity that was beyond her years. They had gone to lunch together on several occasions after finding themselves engrossed in a good-natured debate. They even talked about collaborating on an essay as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship for Sally. While she didn’t really need the money, she had said that her Dad told her that he “Wasn’t going to pay for her to go to college forever”, and therefore it would come in handy if she decided to go to graduate school.Sally was a northern girl, growing up within a few miles of the school. She was just a little bit of a tomboy. Just like Sam, she loved outdoors (winter) sports; particularly snow skiing and riding snowmobiles. However, while she was very athletic, she was also very feminine in her appearance and actions. She loved soft and sexy clothes and quiet evenings by the fire with a good book.Sally’s father was an attorney and was often away from home. However, she never felt short changed in their relationship. She was always “Daddy’s” girl. He would go out of his way to spend time with her. They would often go on skiing vacations together. On the other hand, her mother wasn’t into sports but she indulged Sally and her husband’s love.The family had a cabin in Canada, not far across the US border and Sally and her father would often sneak away for a long weekend. However, sometimes, Sally would go there by herself, just to get away. She loved the mountains. But, other than with her father, she rarely had anyone to share it with. She had invited Sam to join her on several occasions but it seemed that her busy schedule never allowed it. Eventually she had begun to think that she was the reason. Sometimes she thought that she had gone too far with her teasing of the older woman.However, Sam had refused because she wasn’t sure that she should get so close to a student. Besides that, she certainly didn’t want any question with regard to propriety in grading and she didn’t think Sally wanted any special favors either. However, there was another more subtle reason–the strange feelings that she had whenever she was alone with the young girl. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling but it was disturbing nonetheless. Sally hadn’t made any overt moves on her. It was the way she looked at her sometimes and her blatant displays. Maybe more importantly, it was how little butterflies would begin churning in her own stomach when she was close to her. Still, she thought Sally’s flirtations were cute and harmless, even if they were brazen at times.Sometimes when Sally stopped by her desk, she would wear a blouse that was open at the neck with too many buttons undone. She would lean over her desk, on her elbows, and pretend to be looking at something on Sam’s desk. She knew that it was impossible for Sam not to look down her blouse.And Sam did look. She had seen all the way to her nipples on several occasions. She knew that the young girl had creamy smooth breasts with a little mole several inches from one pink nipple. The view always brought that unwanted tingling and a flush to her face. She was pretty certain that Sally had noticed.Sam wasn’t naive and she knew about some women’s attraction to other women. Some of the better literature she had made a career of studying dealt with the subject of Sapphic love. In fact, she thought that women who were lesbians wrote some of the greatest pieces of literature. Still, she couldn’t deny that she found the specter of female/female relationship quite fascinating. Maybe someday she would have the opportunity to explore that theme–strictly on a professional basis.However, on a personal level, Sam never admitted an attraction to other women. Sure, she looked at other women, especially if they were pretty, and Sally was very pretty. She convinced herself that the feelings she had when she was around Sally were natural. In fact, her understanding of Freud’s writings would lead her to believe that every woman had similar feelings to a greater or lesser degree. Unlike the relationship that men had with one another, all women felt comfortable hugging and kissing or sharing emotions. Still she had never discussed women’s relationships with anyone and really had no basis of comparison. Her only experience with another female was one time when she was very young and she had played doctor with a school friend. However, she had rightfully filed that away as adolescence experimentation with no significance in her adult life. Yet, she could still remember the feeling of excitement that she had felt that day. It had never been equaled in any heterosexual relationship she had ever had. She believed that was because over time memories take on a life of their own.When the class was over, all of the students filed out except Sally. She sat at her desk, still working on the test.”Sally, are you having trouble with the test?” Sam asked as she looked at the pretty girl. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her skirt far up her well-shaped thighs.”No, not really,” she said and smiled nervously at Sam. “I just wanted to wait until everyone was gone. I… I wanted to ask you something.””What?” Sam asked, curious as to what was making her so nervous.”Well, I was planning on going up to… to the cabin this weekend and was wondering if… if you wanted to join me? Maybe we could start on that essay.”Sam saw the young girl’s face turn red and she looked flustered.Then she continued quickly. “I know that you’re busy but it would be great fun. I could even teach you to ski…” she said and her voice trailed off. Somehow, the girl’s normal confident bravado had left her.”I’m sorry honey but I have so many things to do this weekend. Larry is going to be away and I have a million chores.””I understand,” she said sweetly but there was clear disappointment in her voice and on her face.Sally got up to leave, packing her books quietly.Now Sam felt bad. She had promised to work with her on the essay and the time was growing short. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, she thought. She could certainly use a little time to refresh her weary mind and body. “Wait Sally,” Sam said. “How far is it to the cabin?”The young girl’s face brightened. “It’s about a three hour drive,” she said excitedly. However, she didn’t tell her that it was three hours through the mountains on tiny roads.”Well, maybe I could go up with you tonight and come back Saturday night.” As soon as she said it, she wished that she hadn’t. It was overstepping the bounds–the imaginary line she had drawn to keep outside relationships from interfering with her already complicated life. Still, a sudden chill ran down her spine and she thought, I need a break, so what would be the harm. Besides, it would just be innocent fun.”Really!” Sally practically screamed. “We’ll have so much fun. We’ll ski and make snowmen and everything. When can we leave?” Suddenly Sally was acting more like the teenager that she was. Her face was beaming with excitement.Sam smiled at the young girl’s enthusiasm. “Give me your cell phone number and I’ll call you after my classes. What do I need to bring?””Not much, just a change of clothes for one day. We have everything else in the cabin. I’m sure there are some ski boots that will fit you and we have a bunch of snowsuits. This is going to be so much fun,” she said, her words almost running together in her excitement.”All right… all right, now get moving or you’ll be late for your class,” Sam said to the smiling girl. “And Sally, let’s keep this little trip between you and I. Okay?””No problem,” Sally said with a smile and then ran her fingers cutely across her lips as if she were zipping them.Sam laughed and then she watched her hurry out of the classroom. Without thinking, she found her eyes following her. The tight skirt that she had on molded her sexy butt like a second skin.Suddenly, Sam felt a little chill run down her spine and she shivered at the thought that she was naked under the skirt. It must be the damn cold weather! she concluded and tried to focus on her next class. Yet, her mind kept wandering back to the young girl’s spread legs and the almost obscene view that she had of her bare crotch. She felt her own sex lips pulse and she squeezed her thighs together.Later that evening, when Sam pulled up in front on Sally’s house, she saw her waiting on the front porch with a small suitcase. She smiled when she saw the young girl’s beaming face. Although she had second-guessed her decision since she had agreed to go, Sally’s enthusiasm made her feel better. Besides, it would be a chance to rest and get away from the pressure she was feeling. At least for one day.Sally jumped into the car with a cheery hello, throwing her bag into the back seat. Then she directed Sam toward the interstate and then to a two-lane road, heading north.The two women talked like high school friends as they drove. Sam barely noticed the time,, or that the road was getting increasingly narrow. When she did, she realized that they were in the middle of mountains and it had begun to snow. Instead of being worried, Sam felt excited, almost exuberant.”So, where is your family this weekend?” Sam asked.”Well, my Dad travels a lot and over the past year, we don’t come up here much together anymore. I go by myself occasionally though. But, unfortunately, not since school started.””Aren’t you afraid of being out in the wilderness alone?””No. It’s really very comforting. I build a fire and have some wine… oops soda and ski until my heart’s content.””Well, I’m glad we could do this. I really needed a break,” Sam said glancing at the teenager.Sally was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white sweater, which emphasized her shapely breasts. Normally, she didn’t wear something so tight because of the size of her breasts. However, she knew that Sam had peeked at them on plenty of occasions and she naughtily wanted to ataşehir escort bayan put them on display. That excited her tremendously.Sam tried to keep from staring at the younger woman’s breasts. She knew how men often ogled women. Yet, after looking at Sally she knew why. Although her breasts were large, they were firm without a hint of sag. She could tell from the way that they bounced as she had gotten into the car that she was not wearing a bra and from her observation, rarely did. No panties and no bra; teenagers today! she thought and shivered. My mother would have killed me.The time flew by as they chatted about everything from politics to religion. They stopped once to use a restroom and picked up some perishables to take to the cabin. After that it took about a half hour before they reached a small one-lane road that led further into the mountains. By that time, the snow was coming down heavily.”Are we almost there?” Sam asked struggling to see through the blowing snow.”Yes, it’s just a couple more miles.”Soon they saw a log cabin sitting on a small hill with trees almost hiding it.”We’re here,” Sally said excitedly.Sam parked the SUV in front and they pulled their bags out and walked through the snow to the door. Sally found a key under the mat and opened the door.”Wow,” Sam said as she stepped inside and looked around. It was a relatively modern cabin with a single large room with a vaulted ceiling, a loft for the bedroom, a kitchen and one bathroom. There was a large fireplace dominating one wall and the cabin was furnished with comfortable but rustic furniture. On one side of the main room was a staircase that led to the loft where there was a king-sized bed. Fortunately, the place had electricity and running water. Sam had begun to wonder about that as they had trekked further into the wilderness. “This is very nice,” Sam said, more than a little relieved.”Thank you. Nobody has been here for a couple of months. However, my Dad said it is well stocked with food and the snowmobiles are all gassed up. We have everything we need to stay a month.””I hope we don’t have to use it,” Sam laughed as she looked out the window at the falling snow.Neither of them had listened to the weather or they would have heard that the area was in for a major blizzard.”I’ll get a fire started and you can take your stuff up to the loft,” Sally said, taking off her coat.”Thanks,” Sam answered as she took her small suitcase up the stairs. When she was in the loft, she looked over the railing and sighed contentedly. This was going to be real nice she thought.”There are some sheets in the closet up there,” Sally called up as she put some wood in the fireplace. The house had heat but Sally preferred to use the fireplace because a fire would heat the place up easily. Besides, it was so much more romantic! Sally thought and then felt her face turn warm.As Sam pulled the sheets from the closet, she suddenly wondered where Sally was going to sleep. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe she expected them to sleep together. The thought was a little disconcerting, as she hadn’t slept with another person, even a lover, other than her husband since she was very small. She wasn’t comfortable with that but she wasn’t sure how to ask Sally.When Sam came back down, Sally had a roaring fire going and she had fixed them some hot chocolate that she had sitting on the hearth.”I thought we would sit by the fire for a little girl talk and have some hot chocolate,” Sally beamed.”Wonderful,” Sam said, settling down on a large bearskin rug in front of the fire. She groaned and said, “I feel like a pretzel after that drive.””Sorry,” Sally said and sat down next to her as she handed her a cup of hot chocolate.The wind was whipping outside, blowing the snow sideways and whistling through the pine trees. The snow was accumulating at over four inches an hour. Neither of the women noticed as they sat and talked quietly by the fire.Sally went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of brandy. “This should help to warm us up,” she said as she poured a long shot into the cup that Sam held out.”Are you old enough to drink, young lady?” Sam asked with a smile.”Almost,” she returned with a cute grin.”Well, as long as you’re not going to drive.”In a little while the bottle was missing more than a few shots and Sam was feeling very relaxed. “So do you have a boyfriend?” she asked.”No, not right now. I’ve dated some since I started college but all the boys seem so immature. They only want one thing,” she giggled. “If you know what I mean.””I know what you mean.””So how long have you been married?” Sally asked.”About five years.””Larry seems like a nice guy,” Sally said. “He’s a little older than you right?”The innocence of youth! Sam thought and then she smiled. “Uh… yes he is.””Oh, I’m sorry. I guess that wasn’t a polite question,” Sally giggled nervously and took another drink of her spiked hot chocolate.”No, you just asked what everyone thinks but are afraid to ask. That’s refreshing,” she said with a smile. “Larry and I met when I was working on my graduate degree. He is twenty years older than I am. When we met, I felt the same way as you about the boys at school being so immature. Larry came along and we just clicked. He’s good to me but he is kind of stuck in his ways. I guess that’s one of the downsides to being married to an ‘older’ man. He was married once before and actually has a daughter almost as old as me.””You’re not old,” Sally blurted and then blushed.”Thank you sweetie. Sometimes I feel old now days.”The room was silent for a while and then Sally spoke, the alcohol loosening her tongue. “So, is he good in the sack?” Sally blurted and then giggled. “Oh… sorry, I can be mouthy when I drink,” she said with a pretty blush.”It’s okay. I guess the answer is that he used to be but I think the stress of his job and maybe his age has slowed him down. The truth is that sex was never that big of a deal to me. I guess that I have never really figured out what all the hoopla was about anyway.””I know what you mean. I had my first sex in the back of my boyfriend’s car at sixteen. I didn’t get much pleasure and it hurt. I’ve had a few others over the last two years but I haven’t seen any fireworks yet myself… other than when I… I do it myself,” she said and averted her eyes. Then she looked back at her and added, “Then I can fantasize about whatever I want.”Sam smiled again at the teenager and opened her eyes in mock surprise at her revelation. “Yes… sometimes we all have to take things into our own hands,” she laughed and turned red.Sam could feel that tingling between her thighs and thought that they had better change the subject. She turned to set her cup on the hearth. “Ouch!” she exclaimed as a sharp pain raced through her neck. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck.”What’s wrong?””I guess sitting for three hours tightened up my neck. It felt like someone just put a dagger in me. I hurt my neck years ago playing volleyball and it has bothered me ever since.””Well, you’re in luck ma’am, ’cause I worked last summer at an exercise facility. I learned the art of the****utic massage,” Sally said with a grin. “Turn around.”Sam turned her back to Sally and felt her hands on her shoulders. A chill went down her spine as she began to massage the knotted muscles in her neck. “Oh God, that feels wonderful,” she said almost swooning backward into the young girl.Sally massaged her for a few minutes and then said, “Your entire back is tight. Why don’t you get a hot shower and then come back and I’ll work the kinks out?””That sounds really good right now.”A half-hour later, Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in a cut off pullover tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The pants had shrunk a bit since she last wore them and were a little too tight. However, she hadn’t brought a lot of clothes so she didn’t have much choice. She didn’t have a bra on under the shirt and her breasts swayed freely as she walked, making her feel a bit uncomfortable but also very naughty. She didn’t know what was getting into her lately.Sally was waiting in front of the fire with a large towel laid out on the sofa. She had changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and top. While Sam was gone, Sally drank a few more shots of whiskey for courage and was feeling very relaxed. She watched as the older woman approached. She could see the fullness of her breasts and the nipples poking through the thin cotton. Suddenly, she felt a little electric shock between her legs. Unlike Sam, Sally had realized some years ago that she liked looking at women and in fact, she liked looking quite a bit. Over the past several years, she found herself often dreaming of what sex with a woman would be like. While she hadn’t acted on it, she knew that it was more than a passing curiosity and had masturbated to it often. Most of the time the woman in her fantasy was Sam.Although Sally really believed that she hadn’t tricked Sam into coming to the cabin in order to seduce her, the thought had crossed her mind. However, she also knew that she really didn’t know how to go about seducing someone and she certainly didn’t want to jeopardize her friendship with Sam at this early stage.”Listen, we don’t have to do this,” Sam said. “My neck feels much better.” However, when she saw the disappointed look on Sally’s face she added, “But it’s okay if you still want to though.””Of course. It’s not often I get a beautiful woman in my grasps. Most of the women at the health club are older and frankly kind of dried up!” Then she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth.Sam could tell that Sally had had one too many and just smiled. “How do you want me?”There were a million answers that Sally could have given to that question. However, she bit her tongue and said, “Lay down on the sofa on your stomach.”Sam lay on the sofa and Sally came over close and knelt at her side. Then she reached up and began to massage the muscles around Sam’s neck and shoulders again.”Mmmm,” Sam moaned, as the young girl’s experienced fingers began to work the tightness from her shoulders. “You have wonderful hands.”And you have a wonderful ass! Sally thought as she glanced down at the seat of her tight sweat pants. “Thank you,” she said as her fingers worked over the shoulder muscles and then down the back. She followed her spine down, applying gentle pressure with her thumbs on both sides of her backbone. When she reached the escort ataşehir end of the tee shirt, she crossed over to the bare skin, continuing down until she reached her sweats. Then she moved back up. “Do you mind if I use some oil?””Mmmmm,” Sam answered, as the warmth of the fire, the liquor, and the comfort of the sofa made her very sleepy. The long drive had tired her more than she thought.Sally picked up the bottle of baby oil that she had let sit next to the fire to warm and poured some on her hands. It wasn’t the best thing to use for a massage but it would have to do. She rubbed her hands together until they were coated with the warm oil and then she placed them on the small of Sam’s back again.Another groan of pleasure came from Sam, as she felt Sally’s hands begin to massage the oil into her skin. Slowly they moved up her back and under the tee shirt.”Do you mind if I kneel over you?””No,” Sam answered dreamily.Sally placed one knee on each side of Sam and sat her buttocks lightly on her thighs. Then she began to move her hands up her back again. Suddenly, she couldn’t believe how sensuous it felt to be massaging Sam like this. She had done countless massages but she hadn’t cared for any of those people. This felt very different and a little chill went through her as her hands worked up and down the soft skin under her tee shirt. She covered every inch of her back, pushing the tee shirt up to her shoulders in the process. Too soon, she had finished the normal massage. However, she didn’t want to stop as she could now feel excitement coursing through her and her heart pounding in her chest.Sam dozed off.As Sally thought about her next move, her hands began to tremble. Slowly, her hands slid up her back and then down the sides. They slipped down gradually until her fingers were touching the outer swells of Sam’s breasts. She could feel her vagina begin to pulse as she massaged the soft flesh under her fingers. As her fingers went lower, she heard Sam moan and she stopped and waited, ready to pull her hands away. When she didn’t hear anything more, she began to move again. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as her fingers slid down until they were under the slopes of her breasts. She knew that if she moved another inch she would be able to feel her nipples. Do I dare? She asked herself.Sam had awakened when Sally’s fingers had begun to put pressure on the sides of her breasts. Suddenly, she was very much aware of where the young girl’s hands were and knew that she should stop her. But it felt too good. Her heart had begun to pound with growing excitement. Instead of protesting, she moaned quietly, as if she were still in a sleepy fog. Then, she surprised herself when she lifted up slightly, allowing the hands to move under her breasts. She had to suppress a moan as the tips of Sally’s fingers reached her nipples.Sally thought she was going to pass out from excitement. Now, she could feel Sam’s hot nipples under her fingers. It was the most incredible feeling she had ever felt in her young life. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to move her fingers further underneath Sam and capture the entire mounds of flesh in her hands, but feared that she would break the spell. So she contented herself with moving the tips of her fingers slowly back and forth across the rough surface of her now hard nipples. With each stroke, she could feel the nipples almost burning her sensitive fingertips. She had an almost overpowering urge to take Sam’s breasts in her hands. Yet she hesitated, not willing to risk something so bold. When she figured she probably couldn’t go any further, she leaned down to Sam’s ear and whispered, “Would you like me to do your legs?”Sam was relieved and strangely disappointed at her words and almost groaned in frustration. “Uh huh,” she whispered quietly. She had been on the verge of lifting up and letting the girl’s hands have complete access to her breasts. She couldn’t believe how excited she had become from the hands of another woman.Sally slid down Sam’s legs and reached up for her sweat pants.When Sam felt Sally’s hands at the waist of her sweats, she realized that she might have made a big mistake. She hadn’t even thought that she would have to take her sweats off. But, it was too late as she felt her sweats being pulled down her legs and off her feet.”Ohhhh,” Sally moaned quietly when she saw what she had unveiled. She knew that Sam had a good body but she hadn’t expected this. Her heart began to race again as she stared at Sam’s lower half. She had on a pair of pale pink panties that were tight and hugged her buttocks sensuously. One side had ridden into the crack, revealing the lower half of a perfect cheek. The backs of Sam’s legs, all the way to her feet, were perfectly smooth and without a blemish. Sally was trembling as she stood staring at the beautiful older woman.Then Sam felt Sally straddle her again, this time facing her feet, her buttocks just resting on her lower back. She could feel her eyes burning into her almost naked flesh. It seemed like it was a long time but was only seconds before she felt her lean forward and grasp one of her legs at the ankle. Sam moaned when she felt Sally’s hands begin to work up her leg, kneading the flesh of her calf and then her thigh as she went.By now, Sally could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked. She hoped that it wouldn’t soak through her sweats. Slowly, she worked the oil into the backs of Sam’s legs until her fingers reached her buttocks. She thought briefly of moving her hand over the exposed cheek but controlled herself. Instead she reached down and pulled the panties from between her cheeks and pulled them tight. It was a casual gesture but one that made both women tremble inside. Then, as Sally leaned forward again to run her hands down her shining thighs, the front of her sweatshirt touched the oily surface. When she pulled back, she impulsively reached for her top and without asking permission, stripped it over her head, leaving her breasts free.Sally had always been somewhat embarrassed by the size of her breasts. They were a full 34C on her rather small frame. Most of the time, she wished that she had smaller breasts and often tried to cover them up. However, they were very sensitive, especially the nipples. Her nipples had always been a source of some embarrassment. They weren’t the more common “normal” round areolas and hard tips. Sally had what was referred to as puffies; instead of a hard tipped nipple, they were soft and smooth. The nipples were pale pink and covered almost half of her breasts. She wondered if that was why they were so sensitive. Sometimes she could bring herself off by just pinching the nipples or fantasizing about a female lover doing it for her.Now as Sally leaned forward, her breasts hung free. When her hands reached Sam’s ankles, her nipples touched the backs of the older woman’s legs. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the warm oil and Sam’s soft skin touching the tips.Sam felt it as well and realized with shock that the teenager’s breasts were bare. When she opened her eyes, she saw Sally’s top lying on the rug, confirming her suspicion. Now Sam felt juice dripping into her panties. That was quite a surprise for her, as she normally didn’t lubricate very much. Larry often had to use a lubricant in order for sex not to be painful for both of them.As Sally moved her body upward, her nipples dragged along the soft skin on the backs of Sam’s legs. She could feel shocks of pleasure rippling through her body and directly to her vagina. Her eyes closed in pleasure and her breath came in gasps as she pressed her soft mounds of flesh to the strong thighs below her. Suddenly she began to tremble and her vagina pulsed. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Her body trembled as she began to climax! She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her thighs quivered and she gasped for breath.Sam’s mind was reeling. She could feel the young girl trembling and hear little whimpers. It was obvious that she was having an orgasm. Her own vagina was pulsing but there wasn’t enough contact to make her climax. Yet, her body tingled like she had never felt before. Then before she knew it, she felt the weight of Sally’s body move off her as she got up. She opened her eyes and saw the young woman bend over to pick up her top. A little gasp caught in her throat as she saw Sally’s oil coated breasts for an instant. They were pendulous and swung freely, and the nipples appeared positively huge.Sally stood up and held her top to her chest. “Uh… I think I’ll get a shower now,” she said. “Can you help pull the sofa bed out for me?””Sure,” Sam said getting slowly up. “Thanks for the massage,” she said. Then, suddenly, she realized that she was half-naked with only her panties and a thin tee shirt covering her. She looked at Sally and saw her staring at her partial nudity. There was still an unmistakable look of lust in her eyes. Then she watched as Sally raised her arms casually, baring her breasts as she put her top back on. Now she had a close up view of her young friend’s breasts. They were gorgeous and indeed large and the nipples were as big around as silver dollars. Then her face colored when she saw that Sally had noticed her looking at her breasts. She quickly turned and reached for the sofa.The two women opened the sofa and pulled it out. When the mattress was stretched out, they both realized that it was not fit for someone to sleep on. The mattress looked lumpy and was dry-rotted. It obviously had not been used for some time.Both women stood looking at the poor excuse for a bed.”You can’t sleep there,” Sam said. Then Sam paused for a minute to consider the options. She couldn’t let her sleep on the floor in her own place. “Uh… the bed upstairs is king sized. I suppose we can share.””Are you sure?” Sally asked, suppressing a smile.Finally, Sam smiled. She was being silly. It wasn’t like Sally was going to attack her. “Sure. Larry says that I don’t snore too loud,” she laughed a little nervously.”I’ll… uh… get my shower.””I’ll probably be asleep before you get to bed,” Sam said heading for the steps. “Thanks again for the massage,” Sam said turning to Sally. She saw her blush prettily.”You’re welcome.” Sally hurried off toward the bathroom.A short time later, Sally came quietly up the stairs. She could see that Sam was still awake.Sam saw that Sally had on a set of baby doll see through underwear and top. She must have looked surprised as she stared at the young woman because Sally looked embarrassed. She said, “I’m sorry, it’s all I brought.”As Sally crawled under the covers, the snow outside was piling up and the wind was blowing it around until the SUV was barely visible.

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