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© 1998 Ambrosia
Vynne
This story
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents
are either products of the authors imagination or are
used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales
or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Felicia slammed
down the phone, she just couldn't believe he called again.
This was the third time in less than 2 days, why didn't he just
give up. Felicia had dated Jerome for several months.
Initially the relationship was fun. They both enjoyed
a lot of the same activities and their sex was great.
Then something happened, exactly what, Felicia couldn't pin
down, but something. Jerome had changed, or perhaps Felicia's
needs had changed, either which way something was different.
Felicia thought she had broken it off clean, explaining
her feelings. First Jerome took it well, but lately he
had been calling, wanting to know why. Making up unfounded
excuses which equated to Felicia "cheating" with other
men. Felicia was torn, and unsure where to turn.
On campus was a women's help clinic. Several of Felicia's
friends had urged her to call, but some how reaching out for
help, to other women seemed... weak, like she was unable to
handle her "boy" problems on her own.
But after his last
call, filled with threats of harm, Felicia's resolve crumbled.
She lifted the receiver, checking for the dial tone,
and dialed the number. A young women answered, giving
her name as Julie. Felicia told Julie her story.
Concerned for her welfare, Julie sent campus security over to
escort Felicia to the clinic. The clinic was located in
an old mansion off of Campus Rowe. There were a multitude
of old mansions throughout the city and around campus.
Most of West Virginia was made up of old large homes, some dating
back to the revolution and civil war. This house was
similar to the others, filled with antiques and deep red wood.
The atmosphere was welcoming, like an old friend opening
her arms and embracing you within. Julie escorted Felicia
into the main kitchen, offering her a cup of steaming hot chocolate.
She sat across of Felicia, looking deep into her troubled eyes.
Julie sympathized with Felicia, having experienced a
similar situation with a past relationship. After that
point, Julie had vowed no more men. Men were unable to
unconditionally give what a women needed. Sometimes Julie
missed having a real hard penis penetrate her heated center,
but even that could be simulated. These days they had
some strap-ons that looked and felt like the "real"
thing (without the mess).
Felicia felt like
she had come home, reaching out to hold Julie's hand across
the table. They discussed how common this situation was,
sharing stories with each other. Julie announced that
for the next few weeks, at least, Felicia would stay at the
Women's Clinic. Julie had already dispatched one of the
other members to Felicia's place to gather some of her stuff.
Also her phone number was being changed and the campus police
were going to make a "social" call to Jerome's door
step. All this, with just one phone call. Felicia
shook her head in amazement, women were so efficient in taking
care of their own.
Felicia was escorted
to one of the upstairs bedrooms. It was adorned in lacy
antiques and a large four poster bed. Felicia inquired
as to who the house belonged to, as she ran her fingers over
the thick velvet bed spread. Julie explained that her
grandmother had left her the house, its furnishings, and an
account with enough money to live a comfortable life.
She decided to put the house and the money to a good use, helping
other women. Before Julie, there was no sanctuary for
women on campus or within West Virginia, for that matter.
She helped every women who had problems with men, no matter
how big or small. She had just recently finished relocating
a women and her children that were brutally beaten by the women's
husband. Julie had assisted in getting the man convicted
and he was presently serving a 25 year sentence for his crimes.
Julie firmly believed that if more men were convicted and severely
punished for their actions against women, that fewer men would
commit such crimes. But for a long time, men felt that
a women was his possession, to be used and abused as he saw
fit. Times have changed and most men have gotten with
the program, but there still remained a handful that needed
to be taught a lesson.
Felicia agreed with
Julie's sentiments and inquired how she may help. Julie
stressed that Felicia would be called upon to assist other women,
as Julie had assisted her, but there was plenty of time to further
discuss that. At this moment, Julie wanted to make sure
that Felicia was comfortable. Felicia wanted to take a
shower and change into something fresh. For some reason,
the cloths she had on felt like they were tainted with Jerome's
smell. Felicia hadn't seen Jerome since their break-up,
but her recent experience had brought back unwelcome memories.
Felicia firmly believed that a good hot shower would soothe
her frayed nerves. Julie went to her room, fetching a
thick terry robe and several towels. She showed Felicia
the bathroom down the hall. Felicia asked her to stay,
wanting her company. Felicia undressed showing a firm
elegant body. Her breasts were small but firm, complimenting
a trim waist and narrow hips. She had a small soft bush
of amber hair that covered her pelvic area. Julie was
immediately turned on. She had first felt the stirring
of excitement when Felicia entered the room, looking forlorn
and lost. Julie had wanted to reach out and hold her,
stroking her hair and whispering assurances in her ear.
Perhaps, even daring to lightly kiss the softness of her neck,
right under the earlobe.
Felicia stepped under
the water letting it cascade down her body. She felt Julie's
eyes watching her. She had always dreamed of being with
a women, and perhaps this was her chance. She peaked out
of the shower curtain, her face shimmering with eagerness, and
asked Julie if she would like to join her. Julie didn't
need to be asked twice, as she quickly undressed, getting into
the shower. Julie cupped Felicia's firm breasts and massaged
them gently. She brought her mouth down and touched each
with her tongue. Felicia was surprised on how quickly
her relationship with Julie was developing. She was surprised
on how aroused she was, wanting Julie to hold her and stroke
her, never letting her go. As the water continued cascading
over their bodies, Julie urged Felicia's legs a part.
She slid her finger over her clit, slowly stroking the swollen
flesh. She kneeled before Felicia, gently cupping her
buttocks, pushing her sweet bush closer to her eager mouth.
Her tongue followed the same path of her fingers, just moments
before, occasionally slipping inside to take a drink.
Felicia moaned with pleasure, as she pressed Julie's head deeper
between her thighs. Having the water cascade over her
body and having Julie's head between her legs, started to work
its magic. Felicia was so close to an orgasm. With
Jerome an orgasm never happened until Felicia helped it along,
running her finger along her own pussy, after Jerome came.
Having sex with Jerome was awesome in the aspect that he had
stamina. He could continually get hard over and over again.
Felicia was hoping that eventually she would get the
timing correct and cum, but it never happened.
Julie felt Felicia
tensing up, knowing instinctively that she was almost ready
to cum. Julie wanted Felicia's first time with a women
to be special. She rose, to a standing position, and continued
to caress Felicia's body. Felicia was very disappointed,
she was so close to cumming. It had been several months
since she had a real orgasm, and she was sort of looking forward
to the one that had been building between her thighs.
Julie reached out for the body sponge and lathered it with soap.
Soap, if utilized properly, could be a very erotic substance.
Julie turned Felicia around with her front facing the shower
head. Reaching from behind, Julie slowly washed Felicia's
body. The soft abrasion of the sponge mixed with the silkiness
of the soap, felt soothingly erotic on Felicia's skin.
It both tingled and relaxed her. Felicia arched her body,
pressing her back closer to Julie's large breasts. Julie
moved the sponge, washing between Felicia's thighs. As
Julie slipped the sponge up and around Felicia's swollen pussy,
she occasionally inserted a finger in which ever hole she was
near. The sensation was shattering, as Felicia arched
her body to welcome the tingles of small orgasms. Julie
rinsed off Felicia's body, again caressing her many crevices
with her hands. She wanted to keep Felicia relaxed.
Julie's best sexual experiences had occurred when both parties
were very relaxed. Stepping from the shower, Felicia and
Julie toweled dried each other. Julie led Felicia to
her room. In her room, Julie had all the toys a lesbian
could possibly want. She had two closets full of all the
latest strap-ons, dildo's, and do-hickies. She kept her
favorites close at hand, beside her bed.
She encouraged Felicia
to lay down as she strapped on her favorite. Julie cuddled
with Felicia, lightly caressing her body with an Osterage feather.
Little goose pimples scattered across Felicia's sensitive flesh.
Julie expertly handled the caresses, causing Felicia to become
hot, being careful not to cause any tickling. Felicia
placed her fingers between her legs, stroking her dripping pussy.
Sensing Felicia's impatience, Julie maneuvered herself
on top, inserting the strap-on deep inside Felicia's wet pussy.
Felicia moaned with pleasure. Never had sex, with a man,
been this enjoyable. Julie massaged Felicia's nipples
to hardness as she continued rhythmically plunging in and out
of Felicia's welcoming passage. Again, for the second
time in a relatively short period of time, this angle of love
and mercy, rose Felicia to new heights of orgasmic pleasure,
as she rode the lightening bolt charging across her nerve endings.
After their love making, Julie held Felicia within her arms.
Felicia smiled, thinking that Jerome actually did her a big
favor. If it wasn't for his insistence, she would never
have experienced Julie's tender loving. The old southern
saying that a women's loving is the best loving...is, actually...strangely
enough, very true...
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