Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 18:29:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chris Rhode <chriseveron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sneaking In

	This story involves lesbian sex - if that doesn't turn you on,
you're in the wrong place.  This is a work of fiction, and the people and
places are entirely fictional.  As with all things, this is a work in
progress, and I welcome all comments at chriseveron@yahoo.com.

	"Mrow."
	"Uggh... goway."
	"Mrooowr.  Mi?"
	Rebecca opened her eyes.  Her little orange cat took this as
encouragement and shoved his head under one of her hands.
	"You little stinker," she said, rubbing his ears.  "It's Sunday.  I
don't have to get up yet."  He just closed his eyes and purred.
	"You have all the luck.  Food, shelter, and a hand to pet you
whenever you want it."  Rebecca sighed.  There had been a remarkable lack
of someone to pet her for the last few months.  She decided she may as well
get up now that she was awake, gave the cat a last scratch and got ready
for her morning run.

	Stacey was already up - as a matter of fact, she hadn't been to bed
yet.  She had gone out drinking to try to stop thinking about her
girlfriend (now ex) in bed with her best friend (now former).  It hadn't
worked, and now she sat at her kitchen table contemplating a glass of
water, a bottle of aspirin, and the telephone.  She took four aspirin and
waited for a minute to make sure her stomach didn't rebel.  She then took a
deep breath and picked up the telephone.  Holding the receiver well away
from her ear, she dialed a number, then cursed as voicemail picked up.  She
hung up the phone again, and thought for a minute.
	"Hello?"
	"Jenna, this is Stacey.  I need to ask you a favor - a big one.
You're friends with Rebecca, aren't you?
	"Yeah, we hang out a lot.  Why?"
	"I need to give her something right away, and she's not picking up
her phone.  Do you have her address?  That way I can just drop it by."
	"Um, sure.  Hang on."
	Stacey sighed with relief.  Jenna was the only person she knew that
was close enough friends with Rebecca to have her address.  And she
couldn't think of anyone else who was hot enough and unattached enough to
help her with this particular problem.

	The problem with sleeping in on Sunday, Rebecca discovered, was
that it put her morning run right in the hottest part of the day.  She
pounded along the road, squinting into the sun, and swore for the third
time that week to go out and buy sunglasses.  Her dark, curly hair clung
damply to the back of her neck and her torso gleamed.  By the second mile
the motion of her legs had become automatic, and her mind was far away.
	As she usually did when she ran, Rebecca thought about girls.  She
thought about the cute little brunette from Accounting, the one who always
wore short skirts and blindingly white panties.  Rebecca had gotten an
eyeful on several occasions when she walked past the girl's desk.  She
thought about her boss's wife, an achingly beautiful woman who seemed
resigned to the fact that her husband slept with anyone who'd have him.
She thought about the tall blond with a California tan and a puckish sense
of mischief who had the cube across the aisle.  Her running-fantasies were
never terribly fulfilling - it was impossible to get too horny in the
middle of a four-mile run, she'd found.  But even coming up with plots to
get one of those women alone and naked in the break room took her mind off
the fact that it was 95 degrees and sweat was pouring off her in buckets -
and that she still had a mile and a half to go.

	Stacey spotted her half a mile away, as she drove towards Rebecca's
apartment complex.  She slowed for a moment to admire Rebecca's long legs
and trim waist, and watched her rearview mirror as she passed to catch a
glimpse of her pert breasts bouncing in her sports bra.  Then she pulled
into the complex, found Rebecca's building, and sat in her car waiting for
Rebecca to arrive.

	 Rebecca slowed to a walk as she reached her apartment.  She wiped
the sweat from her hand and opened the door.
	"Mrowr!"
	Her little cat darted out the door and trotted down the hall.
Rebecca rolled her eyes, cursed, and followed him.

	Stacey ducked behind the staircase as Rebecca turned to follow her
cat.  Her heart was pounding and her palms were sweaty - she didn't have
any idea how she was going to walk up to this woman, whom she barely knew,
and proposition her.  As Rebecca disappeared around a corner, Stacey got an
idea.  She slipped up to Rebecca's apartment - the door had been left open
- and darted inside.  The apartment was small, but clean and nicely
furnished.  She walked into the bedroom and threw herself down on the huge
four-poster bed, inhaling Rebecca's scent from the pillow.  She pictured
Rebecca's strong hands moving down her body, her full lips pressed against
her neck.  Stacey rolled onto her back and pulled her shirt off.  Then she
smiled, wickedly - she wouldn't have to say anything at all.  She
unbuttoned her shorts and kicked them off as well, and lay naked, spread,
on Rebecca's bed.  That should get the message across, she thought.

	"All right, fuzzbucket," Rebecca said to the cat as she walked
through her door and into the blessed air conditioning. "Now I'm sweaty AND
covered in cat hair, Hope you're happy."  The cat purred, indicating he was
in fact happy with that turn of events, then sat up in her arms and chirped
in the direction of the bedroom.  Rebecca followed his glance, and saw a
pair of bare, feminine legs on her bed.  The cat looked up at her.  She
looked back at him and shrugged.
	"I'm taking a shower now, kitty, before I kill us both with the
stink."  She eyed the legs again, then put the cat down and headed for the
bathroom.  Whoever it was would come out eventually, and frankly if those
legs were bare as far up as she thought they were, she really wanted to be
nice and clean to deal with them.  She was too tired to worry too much
about it, but she did grab her hunting knife out of the closet when she
grabbed her towel.  Just in case naked did not equal friendly.

	Stacey heard the shower come on in the bathroom next to her.  She
pouted for a minute, then rolled off the bed and crept over to the
bathroom.  The door was open, and she peered in.  She could see Rebecca
washing her hair through the translucent shower curtain.  Her outline was
blurry, but her small, pert breasts and flat waist were enough to convince
Stacey that she had the best seat in the house.  She sat down on the floor
to watch, and before long, her hand drifted to her crotch.

	Rebecca was careful to keep an eye on the bathroom door as she
showered.  Sure enough, not a minute after she started the water she saw a
face peek in.  Blonde, she thought.  She couldn't see out at all clearly,
but she began to suspect it was the leggy blonde from work.  What was her
name again?  Sheri, Sarah, no... Stacey?  Yeah, Stacey.  This looked like
it'd be a fun afternoon.  She was even more convinced of that when after a
few more minutes, she heard a faint buzzing over the noise of the shower.

	Stacey had found Rebecca's vibrator under her bed, and was enjoying
it so thoroughly that she nearly didn't shut it off when Rebecca turned off
the water in the shower.  Stacey stifled a yelp and darted back to the
bedroom to arrange herself on the bed again.  Her play had gotten her so
aroused that it was all she could do to keep her hands away, and the breeze
the fan generated on her exposed clit made her gasp.

	Rebecca heard the vibrator quite clearly for a second as she turned
the water off, and she grinned.  Stacey would be hot and ready for her, it
seemed.  She stepped out of the shower and dried off, then winked at the
cat - who had been keeping a close eye on things from his perch on the sink
- and headed for the bedroom.
	"Well, well, well," Rebecca said from the doorway, as she surveyed
the scene.  Stacey was on her back, legs spread, and her cunt was
glistening.  "This wasn't what I'd planned for breakfast, but it'll do just
fine."  She climbed onto the bed and ran her tongue along Stacey's cunt,
making her gasp and writhe.  Then she looked up at Stacey and grinned.
	"I'm a little nervous, with you sneaking around my house all
uninvited.  I think I'd like to know you're not going to leave
unexpectedly, too."  She reached under the bed, felt around for a moment,
and came up with a handful of black silk scarves.  Stacey's eyes widened,
but she didn't protest.  Rebecca deftly tied Stacey's hands and feet to the
bedposts, then slipped a hand behind her head and pulled her up for a
hungry kiss.  She said seriously, "I'm not going to ask why you're here -
I'm just going to fuck you til you beg for mercy.  Sound good?"
	Stacey nodded.  "Please."
	Rebecca grinned again.  "Good.  Hope you didn't have any other
plans for today."
	She slid back down the bed and curled up between Stacey's legs.
This problem would need to be taken care of immediately, or Stacey'd be too
worked up to enjoy foreplay.  She wrapped her lips around her clit and
sucked gently, then started licking with fast, steady strokes that sent
Stacey over the edge in less than a minute.  That taken care of, she
started kissing her way up Stacey's stomach, running her hands up her long
legs and over her full breasts.  The fan and the air conditioning had
stiffened Stacey's nipples, and Rebecca paused at her chest to play with
them, rolling them between her fingers, nipping them gently between her
teeth.  Then she moved up, kissing Stacey's neck, and Stacey tilted her
head back to allow her full access.  Then Rebecca moved over her jaw to her
mouth, and they kissed, tongues dancing, until Rebecca felt Stacey's hips
shift under her.  She slid a hand down to her cunt and found it even wetter
than before.  She whispered a question in Stacey's ear, and read the answer
in the widening of her eyes and her sudden flush.
	Stacey watched as Rebecca climbed off the bed and knelt beside it
to pull out a box.  She dug out a harness attached to a bright blue dildo
and stood up to put it on.  Her movements were evidence of long practice,
and Stacey spread her legs as far as her bonds allowed in anticipation.
Rebecca leaned over the bed for a moment to rub her hand along Stacey's
cunt, then transferred the juices to the dildo.  She climbed back on the
bed and knelt between Stacey's legs, running her thumb along her clit and
then slipping two fingers inside her thoughtfully.  Satisfied, she leaned
forwards onto her hands and kissed Stacey's neck as she slipped the tip of
the dildo inside her.
	"Please, oh, please," Stacey gasped.  Rebecca thrust smoothly, and
the dildo slid completely inside of her.  She started to thrust slowly and
deeply, and Stacey bucked her hips to meet each movement.  Rebecca dropped
her weight onto one arm and moved her other hand down to Stacey's clit
without missing a stroke.  Gradually she picked up the pace until Stacey's
panting "Yes, yes, yes," ended in a scream and her back arched as stars
exploded in front of her eyes.
	"Mmm, that was fun," said Rebecca as she pulled out and unbuckled
the harness.  "Got me all worked up.  Think you can help me with that?"
	"I bet I can," said Stacey.  "It'd be easier if you untied me,
though."
	"Oh, no, we can't have that.  Let's see what you can do without
your hands."  Rebecca moved up to the head of the bed and tucked her calves
under Stacey's arms, then knelt down so her crotch was within easy reach of
Stacey's eager mouth.  Stacey lost no time in getting her tongue as far
into Rebecca as she could.  Rebecca sighed with pleasure and ran her
fingers through Stacey's hair.  Her breathing became ragged as Stacey's
tongue began to lightly brush her clit.  The contact became heavier and
longer until Stacey was steadily circling Rebecca's clit, pausing only
occasionally to take a long lick up her entire cunt, spreading her juices.
Rebecca was on the verge of coming when she pulled away.
	"Hang on."
	She tucked a folded pillow under Stacey's head, then turned around,
grabbed Stacey's hips, and buried her face in her cunt.  Stacey gasped,
then resumed her licking.  Rebecca resisted the orgasm until she had Stacey
on the edge as well, then gave into it.  They both licked and moaned and
writhed and screamed until finally, they were both satisfied.
	"If I untie you," Rebecca asked, turning around and flopping down
on top of Stacey, "what will you do?"
	"Well, first I'm going to grab those gorgeous little breasts that
you've been showing off.  Then I'm going to see how many fingers I can get
inside you before you explode."
	Rebecca appeared to consider that.  "You've got a deal."  She
quickly untied her, and Stacey pounced, grabbing Rebecca's breasts as
promised and rolling on top of her.  Stacey returned all of Rebecca's
neck-kissing with interest, then moved down to suck on her nipples.  Her
free hand moved down to Rebecca's crotch and began to rub her.  She was wet
and ready, so Stacey dipped her forefinger into her.  She crooked her
finger and Rebecca moaned.  Stacey nodded.  No problems finding her g-spot,
then.  She added a second finger and started rubbing on her g-spot in
earnest.
	"More," Rebecca asked.
	Stacey obliged, adding a third and thrusting harder.  Rebecca
groaned and spread her legs wider, clutching the bed.  Stacey moved down to
suck gently on her clit, then folded her hand and slid her pinkie into her
as well.  It was clear that Rebecca couldn't take any more, so Stacey
contented herself with fucking her as hard as she could with what she had.
Rebecca's moans quickly built to screams that lasted a surprisingly long
time.  Finally, she went limp, and Stacey pulled out gently.
	"I've wanted to do that to you for months, you know," Stacey said.
	"So why didn't you?"  Rebecca replied, her eyes closed.
	Stacey waved her sticky hand vaguely.  "Other commitments.  Doesn't
matter now."
	Rebecca opened her eyes and peered at Stacey.  Finally she
shrugged.
	"That's good.  Because, you know, I've had this fantasy about that
fake leather couch in the break room at work..."
	"You know, I have a building key.  We could easily get in after
hours."
	"You have plans for tomorrow night?"