Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 04:22:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lacie Babenco <lacie_babenco@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naimi's Adventure part 8

The following story contains sexual scenes between women. If material of
this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally,
if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living
or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental.  The
author is an avatar from the world of Second Life.

Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way
intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions.

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Part 8


With eyes closed, Naimi was just coming awake and her hand slowly moved to
where Rob's body would be when sleeping next to her.  She did this each
morning, as if in a dream state, hoping he was there or that somehow her
mind would create him next to her.  The reality was no fun, he was gone.
It was her awake, it was her thinking of him yet again.

As her tired eyes opened she rubbed the sleep free from her eyelids and
gently rubbed her face and stretched a long cat-like stretch in bed.
Pulling herself up, she turned on the TV and moved to the bathroom, washing
her face and pulling her hair back in a neat ponytail.  It was just after
7am and the sun was already up and lighting up the entire house with warm
rays.

The mornings and nights were toughest.  No Rob.  Alone in a big bed, that's
what Naimi disliked the most.  Having him there to tease and pick on was
what she missed, the light moments.

Moving out to the kitchen she set about a light breakfast with toast and
juice.  A sliced pear and some berries were all she'd need.  Most likely
she would make her way to the club to workout and meet up with Jamie but it
was still early.  It always seemed Jamie was not coming in until almost 10.
Naimi smiled thinking of her friend all smiling in her sleep and being able
to rest her athletic body.

As she sat at her breakfast barstool, something caught her eye.  Jamie had
left her wallet.  Naimi picked it up and knew it was Jamie's instantly and
thought to herself that Jamie probably hadn't even thought about it at the
end of the day.

Fearing Jamie would need it, Naimi smiled to herself and finished her
breakfast quickly and changed her clothes to head over and surprise Jamie
with the wallet before she was awake.  No phone call, just an unannounced
visit, it would be fun and for once, Jamie would be the one being
surprised.

With a pair of cross trainers, yoga pants and a t-shirt, Naimi put on a cap
and walked outside.  It was only a 2 minute drive and a 10 minute walk so
Naimi figured to just march over and enjoy the coolness of the morning
summer.  The clear air and quiet of early morning was comforting.  Naimi
enjoyed the quiet and the sense of being the only one out, quickly making
her way down the street, turning corners and approaching the avenue Jamie
lived on.

Turning onto her street, Naimi could see a car in her driveway but it
struck her as odd.  It wasn't her car, Naimi had seen her car before and
this was a totally different color.  As she stepped closer, Naimi was even
more sure it wasn't Jaimie's vehicle.  Then she thought to herself, had
Jamie's husband returned?  Maybe he had this vehicle and used it when he
was home?

Now she felt unsure of what to do, surely Jamie would attack her husband as
Naimi had when he returned.  That was something she didn't want to
interrupt.  Looking up the walk, she thought for a long moment of what to
do.  She couldn't just leave with the wallet, Jamie needed to have it back.

"Damn" she said quietly to herself.  Naimi had left her phone at home, a
quick call could remedy this but she was standing close to her house and
felt her mind spin.

Now was the time for some action.  Thinking to herself about what Jamie
would do, well, Jamie would march right up and knock on the door.  Taking a
deep breath, Naimi did just that.  Moving up the driveway, past the car
parked there, she got closer to the front door and was drawing close to the
entrance when her eyes caught shape of a figure in the window.

"Oh no" she gasped.  Someone was up and she wasn't sure if they were
dressed!  It looked like someone with exposed skin and she quickly ducked
next to a bush to hide herself.  Now she was in a predicament, maybe they
were inside and being so naughty!  Biting her lip, Naimi tried to calm her
crazy thoughts and now a new feeling, one of wanting to sneak a peek.  She
had seen Jamie naked in the showers at the club, she knew how fine her body
looked.  Maybe her husband would be equally as attractive?

She was too close to hold back.  It was simple really, just move around the
bush, look up at the window and get a quick peek.  Nothing more, that's all
she had to do.  Then she could leave and call from her house and return the
wallet.  It made her heart race and skin tingle with nerves as she
convinced herself a look wouldn't be anything more than an innocent act.
Of course she was not a voyeur, she had the wallet, a real reason to be
there.  The alibi was good enough.

Moving as silently as she could, Naimi positioned herself at the side of
the house, out of sight.  The bush near her provided cover so the neighbors
would be hard pressed to see her and at the same time, provide contrast so
if she peeked in, someone inside would basically have to be looking right
at her to see her.

Standing and slowly leaning, she saw two figures together.  Both were naked
on the couch in the middle of the living room.  With one ontop of the
other, Naimi could plainly see a woman's figure on top, curves of a
feminine behind and long hair draped over the other.  Kissing lip to lip
with passion she imagined.  Hands from both caressing each other as the one
on top semi-straddled the other, covering with her body.

Naimi felt a rush of taboo within her.  Watching this, her friend in a
passion embrace seemed so very wrong but it was a turnon to see this sexual
act unfolding just a few feet away on the other side of glass.  The hands
slid up and down Jamie's body, caressing her and squeezing, then running
into her thick hair that was out of a ponytail and free to be wild and
sexy.  Naimi drank it in with her eyes and her body grew warmer in
response.  It wasn't TV or a story, it was real and it was intensely
sensual.

The embrace changed and Jamie slid up and looked down revealing her lover,
it caused Naimi's heart to skip a beat and her stomach to sink with shock.
It wasn't her husband!  It was Marian from the club.  Marian.  Naked as
Jamie.  Savoring kisses from her.  Eyes filled with lust and passion as
Jamie's hands caressed her breasts and gently fingering her nipples.

Naimi nearly fainted, her legs grew weak.  She was watching her friend, her
very good friend in a lesbian situation with Marian.  It was too much and
her mind overloaded, she had to hide and managed to slide out of view from
the window.  Steadying herself against the house, she breathed deeply
trying hard to regain composure.

The woman who had caused her to feel new thoughts was inside with her
friend kissing with passion, savoring the touch of another woman.  Was this
real?  Was this a dream?  How could this be?  Naimi now felt a shudder all
over her body.  She was excited by this.  She couldn't believe it yet
wanted to see it.  Inside her, she desired to know more.  Was this Jamie's
first time with Marian?  Had they been together many times?  It was getting
crazy in her mind and she had to shake her head to clearly regain her
thinking.

She wanted to know, she wanted to see.  She wanted more.