Date: Sun, 16 Aug 2009 15:42:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unforgotten Love (lesbian\adult friends, F/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women.
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                  Unforgotten Love
                        By
                       Jan

	As I sat in my seat on the plane ride to my
home town on business I looked in the window and
saw my own reflection.  It was night and the light
over my head made my face visible in the glass.  I am
a Choctaw American Indian.  I have a wide face and
my hair is shoulder length, it is dark brown and I
have dark brown eyes that are set wide on my face.
Like so many women of my tribe, I have a stocky
build.

	I grew up near the Oklahoma Reservation of
my people.  My family wanted to impress us with a
respect for our heritage while they sent us to school
with the Caucasian community.  I had moved away
from Oklahoma to establish myself in the business
world.  I was going home on business.  I would be
staying in the local Sheridan Hotel.

	While I was thinking about home I could not
help thinking about my first female lover.  Oh!  I
have been with a lot of women since then, but she
was my first love.  We did everything together, she
was my best friend.  She was a blond haired girl
from an old farming family named Letta-Jane Barns
but preferred to be called Jane.  I had not spoken
to her in years.  I knew her married name and phone
number.

	When I checked into my hotel I took care of
business but could not get Jane out of my mind.
One night I was bored, after work there was just
nothing to do.  The bar was unattractive to me
because men would hit on me and try to convince me
that they were not racially prejudiced in their
feeble attempt to get in my pants.  I went to my
room and dialed her phone number.

	She was surprised to hear my voice.  I
explained to her that I wanted to see her and asked
her to come to my hotel for dinner and a visit.  She
agreed, and we made a date for 7:00 pm.  At the
appointed time, the phone rang and the hotel clerk
announced that my guest was in the lobby.  I
practically ran to the elevator.  As I crossed the
lobby, I could not believe how little Jane had
changed.

	She looked just like she did the last time I had
seen her.  We rushed across the lobby to greet each
other.  We stopped about arm's length from each
other and studied each other.  Then we hugged each
other tightly and kissed.  I led her back to the
elevator while we complimented each other on how
good we looked.

	When we were in my room we headed for the
table near the window and sat down close to each
other.  I ordered room service for a couple of meals
to be brought up.  We talked until the meal arrived.
The bellboy placed our dinners on the table along
with a chilled bottle of wine.  I tipped the bellboy
and locked the door behind him.

	W continued catching up on each other's life
after we separated.  While we ate I heard all about
her two children.  She was very proud of their
academic and athletic achievements.  At least she
waited until after dessert before she started talking
about her husband.  Apparently she suspected he
was cheating on her.  He had done so in the past.
Whenever she caught him at it he would be
remorseful and pledge undying fidelity if she didn't
divorce him.  That would last no more than a year
before she would detect the signs that he was
screwing another stupid girl, barely out of high
school.  This news upset me, because I couldn't
believe that anyone would cheat on any woman as
sexy as she was.  She was still beautiful.  He didn't
deserve her.  She needed someone that would love
her right.

	My thoughts were drifting back to the first
time we made love.  While I was remembering those
humid summer nights we spent sleeping on the
screened in veranda.

	She stood up and walked to the sliding window,
staring off into the night lights while she told her
story.  I stood up and moved behind her and I
wrapped my arms around her as I kissed her on the
neck.  She turned around and kissed me on the
mouth hungrily.  She told me, "Marie, I need this as
much as you do."

	We started undressing each other in a frenzy
of movements in our haste to get each other out of
our clothes.  When I removed her bra, I was
impressed to see just how large her breasts had
gotten.  Her nipples were erect and I couldn't help
but admire them with my mouth.  It must have felt
good because she started to moan.  I moved my hand
down her stomach until I reached her clitoris.  I
traced the outline of her labia and could feel that
she was already wet.  That made it easy to slide my
finger inside her pussy.

	She stopped me by grabbing my wrist and
pulling me to the big queen sized bed.  We lay down
and began to kiss and hug, like lovers do when they've
been apart for a long time.  I told her how much I
had missed her and wanted her.  She told me how
much she wanted and needed this too.

	While she lay on her back, I got on top of her
and kissed her lips before working my way down her
body.  I licked her neck and the hollow spot between
her collarbones.  I ran my hands over her breasts
and rolled her nipples between my fingers.  I moved
my hips, so our pussies rubbed together.  She was
able to take one of my nipples into her mouth
because she was not as tall as me.  She circled it
with her tongue until it got hard.  By that time I had
wedged my hand between our pussies and was
forcing my fingers into her wet pussy.

	I was working my finger up and down the slit,
lingering a little when I reached her clitoris, before
entering her pussy.  Meanwhile, I was continuing to
kiss my way down her body.  I stopped when I
reached the top of her shaved pussy.  I licked
alongside her pussy where her legs joined her body.
I didn't think it was possible but she was actually
getting wetter.  I placed my hands on the insides of
her thighs and spread her legs farther apart, and
lightly touched her clit with the tip of my tongue.

	She was moving her hips and moaning louder.
There was a certain amount of static electricity
running over her body.  I could feel myself having
small little orgasms.  I began to suck her clitoris into
my mouth, rolling my tongue around and flicked it
just to hear her scream.  I continued to suck her
clit, as I slid my finger in her pussy before sliding a
second finger into her pussy.  Her hips responded
with every thrust.  Meanwhile she was rubbing her
breasts and pinching her own nipples.  I felt her
approaching towards an orgasm.  As she got closer
to her orgasm she grabbed me by the head and
smashed my face against her pussy.

	I attacked her clit even harder.  With my
fingers moving in and out of her, I even bit her clit.
She exploded.  Her stomach muscles jerked, the
walls of her pussy gripped my fingers.  She was
moaning and saying things like, "Marie, I love you so
fucking much."

	I kept licking her clit while I listened to her
ragged breathing.  When I felt she could not take it
any longer, I began to kiss my way back up her body
and kiss her on the lips.  I stuck my tongue deep into
her mouth and felt her body respond with a shudder.
Our tongues danced in each other's mouth.  It took
her awhile to recover, but she did.

	She started kissing my breasts, and sucking on
my nipples.  She kissed and fondled my tits for quite
awhile before she kissed her way down my stomach.
She kissed her way across the top of my shaved
pussy.  She breathed deeply of the aroma emitted
from my gaping vulva.  She even commented on the
sweet smell of my sex.  She worked her tongue down
the middle of my slit.  She had no problem finding
my hard little clit waiting for her.

	She held my labia between her thumb and
forefingers and spread them open.  She licked the
sides of the lips before she stuck her face into the
moist opening.  I was moving my hips around in an
effort to stimulate every fiber of my pussy.  My
orgasm was building in a very short time.  She was
alternating between licking my clit and sliding two
fingers into my pussy.  I lifted my butt up in an
effort to push her face deeper into my pussy.  She
had to pull her fingers out of me, so she could stick
her tongue in me.  When my climax started, I
started to scream so loud I was sure I was going to
wake up the people in the next room.  At the time I
just didn't care, if everyone in the hotel called
management to complain about me.  I was cumin and
cumin.

	Jane continued licking me until my breathing
returned to normal.  She moved back up my body and
kissed me again.  I can't tell you how erotic it was to
taste and smell my own pussy juices smeared all over
her face.  We were lying in each other's arms for a
long time.  I asked her to stay the night with me.  I
wanted to wake up in the morning and feel her body
next to me.  She begged off because she had to get
back to her family but assured me she would see me
before I left town.

	She did keep her word and we had another
wonderful time.



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