Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 12:04:06 -0400 (EDT)
From: Jess Krop <jess_krop@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Different Worlds (FF) 3/4

                           Different Worlds
                                Part 3

As the months passed, I began to spend more and more time with Sam.
She was staying at my place almost every night now, and I was spending
a lot of my time outside of work with her.  We'd go to parties put on
by her friends, or invite some of them to my apartment.  She came with
me when I visited my brother and his partner for dinner, and we even
babysat their kids once a month or so when they wanted a night out.
The two kids-- twins, eight years old-- thought Sam was amazing, and
she always had time and energy to play with them.

Sam was becoming more and more a part of my life now, and I in turn
was becoming more a part of hers.  She knew an incredible number of
people in the city and it seemed like any time we wanted to find a
party on a weekend she knew about one.  At first, I was hesitant to go
along with her to these because I thought I'd feel out of place.  My
excuse was that I'd be older than everyone else there, but I think it
was more the clash of cultures rearing its head.  Finally, though, Sam
pointed out that I had already met many of the people I'd be seeing at
potlucks or drumming in the park, and that I was being irrational.  So
I went.

As always, Sam surprised me.  We had dinner at my apartment and
cuddled for a while on the couch, but then she announced that it was
time to go.  She changed into a black polyester shirt with a collar
and short sleeves which was a size too small for her, a pair of black
jeans, and put on an immense studded leather belt.  As usual, she
didn't bother with a bra.  Sam's hair at the moment was about an inch
long over the top of her head, and shorter lower down, with the top
standing up.  As always, she wasn't wearing makeup.  With her strong
arms and soft face, she somehow managed to look both like a sweet
twenty-something girl and a tough ready to take on the world.  In
short, she was dressed to kill.

Since I was feeling unsure of myself, she helped me pick out a flowing
cotton skirt and light shirt with an Indian print on it.  We were
about to leave when Sam suddenly stopped me at the door of my
apartment.  "Rachel", she said, "do you trust me?"

How could I refuse that cherubic smile?  "You know I do, sweetheart."

With that, she gave me a quick kiss, then knelt down and reached
underneath my skirt.  Before I really knew what was happening, she had
pulled my sensible underwear down to my feet, and was lifting my feet
to step through them.  I was a little surprised, but also excited by
the thought that Sam apparently had plans in mind for me tonight.
Thus prepared, we set out into the night, me armed with a bottle of
wine and Sam with a mischievous and knowing leer.

We were walking along a main street, enjoying the evening, when I
began to hear a booming music coming from somewhere.  Sam suddenly
announced that we had arrived, and held open for me a door hidden
between a bank and a jeweller's.  We walked up a few flights of a dark
staircase, then entered a crowded living room.  Couches and beanbags
seemed to be everywhere, and a disco ball was slowing throwing
coloured splotches of light over the faces of people sprawled on the
furniture and the floor.  Several wine bottles were being passed
around, and I smelled the acrid odour of pot heavily upon the air.  In
the corners of the room assorted couples were lazily making out.  I
didn't see the source of the music, though, until Sam led me through a
small window and onto the large roof of the neighbouring building,
which was apparently a floor shorter than the one we were in.  Wires
were also passing through the window, powering four large speakers.
Here, even more people were milling around, chatting, and dancing.
More pot was being smoked out here, mingling with some sort of strong
incense.  Sam started dancing, and I quickly joined her.

The dancing was incredibly alive.  There was a constant flow of people
all around us, and a steady stream of people came through the window
and onto the roof to join in.  Apparently the party was just getting
started.  Between the two of us we finished off two-thirds of the wine
we brought, then traded the rest for a joint, which seemed superfluous
given how much was in the air.  Maybe it was the pot which got to my
head, or maybe the aerobic thrill of dancing to the pounding techno
music.  Whatever.  The night was warm, and I was soon covered in a
sheen of sweat as I yielded to the movement inside of me.  But that
wasn't enough, so I danced closer to Sam and put my arms on her hips.

"Hey, babe," she said.  I answered with a kiss.  By the time the kiss
ended, I was feeling up and down her sides.  Sam put her arms around
me, and held my ass.  I kissed her again, even more deeply, and my
fingers started to wander down towards her waist, wanting to slip in
underneath that belt.  Sam broke the kiss and reached to hold my
hands.  I was disappointed, but when she smiled and began to lead me
further out on the roof, away from the dancers, I understood.

She took me around a corner to a spot in shadow from the street
lights.  The break hadn't reduced my sense of urgency, and I
immediately grabbed Sam's head and kissed her.  She stroked my breasts
and kissed me back, pushing me back against a wall.  One hand ran down
to lightly tease my crotch as her head moved to kiss my nipples
through my shirt.  I gasped when she nipped them with her teeth.  The
pain only made my need worse, and I pushed her head down lower.  Sam
responded by pulling my skirt up to my waist, and running her hands
over my thighs.  She moved down to obscenely lick them, always
stopping short of the line of my crotch.  "Oh, please," I gasped,
trying to move myself so she would lick my clit while still bracing
myself against the wall.  Then, without warning, Sam's hands were on
my ass and her mouth was at my vulva.

She licked me all around before diving in to attack my clitoris.
Expert fingers explored me while her tongue continued to push me to
ecstasy.  One hand was grabbing my ass while the other slid two, then
three fingers inside me.  My knees felt weak, and I threw back my
head, my teeth clenched to stifle a scream.  Sam was unrelenting as
she circled my clit with her tongue, sometimes teasing me, sometimes
sucking the little nib, as I felt my orgasm grow.  I grabbed Sam's
head in my hands, pulling her desperately towards me.  Then, just as I
thought I could stand no more, Sam lightly bit my clitoris, and my
climax crashed down on me.  She eased off her attack and gently let me
down to sit on the ground, where I leaned against her and she held me
tightly in her arms.

I moved to straddle her as she sat with her back against the wall.  I
put my hands on Sam's shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her deeply,
tasting myself on her mouth.  I was still glowing from my orgasm, and
was the happiest woman alive.  "Have I ever told you what a great
lover you are?", I asked her.

"You're a great fuck too", she answered.  I laughed and in total
contentment moved beside her to lean against her broad shoulder.  She
held my small hand in hers, and with my free arm I reached over to
caress her side.  I moved on to stroke her breast through her shirt,
teasing her nipple erect.  Sam turned to kiss me, and as we shared a
long and gentle kiss I moved my hand down to unbutton her shirt.  This
done, I had better access to her breast.

I had Sam shift to lie down, and lay beside her, still playing with
one breast with one hand while I leaned to suck the other.  Her huge
nipple grew under my mouth, and I sucked it eagerly.  I traced the
line around the outside of her breast with my hand, then licked a
finger and traced it down the centre of her chest, following the thin
line of fine hairs down to her belly button and further.

Sam was still wearing her mammoth belt, so I paused to unstrap it from
her waist.  With all the buckles, it felt like I was opening up some
complicated fastening on a treasure chest.  I finally succeeded, and
undid her pants, sliding them down past her ass.  Lying down again
with my head on her shoulder, I kissed Sam deeply and moved my hand
very slowly towards her waist.

Without any sense of urgency, my hand gradually found her pubic hair
and lightly stroked it, running the thick, curly bush between my
fingers.  I used a finger to follow the crease between her thigh and
her crotch down towards the crack of her ass, as Sam sighed in
contentment.  I let one finger run ever so lightly along the engorged
lips of her labia, feeling the wetness inside, before pushing slightly
more and moving along her slit to her asshole, but leaving her
clitoris alone.  My fingers moved further in, and slipped inside her
vagina.  I slowly moved two in and out of her, and then let another
tease her asshole and slip inside that too.  My hand went faster and
faster, entering Sam more deeply with each stroke, and I stopped
kissing Sam to lean down and lick her clitoris with all I had.

Her moans grew in volume and frequency, and I felt her body coming to
a peak.  I took my finger out of her ass, and pumped all four into her
vagina, then added my thumb.  I made my hand as small as I could, and
began pushing the entire thing at her.  A grunt escaped her lips as my
hand suddenly slipped inside, and I paused to marvel at the obscene
sight of my wrist disappearing between her labia.  I moved my fingers
deep within her, and that was enough for Sam, as she climaxed and I
felt her vagina clenching and spasming on my hand, her back arching.

I waited until she had completely relaxed, then softly slid my hand
out of her, and proceeded to lick my fingers: how marvellous the taste
of a woman at the height of pleasure.

After a few minutes, I helped Sam get dressed again, and we went back
to the party, where the dancing was still going strong.  A little
tired now, we danced closely together, a little more slowly then
before.  I'm sure we reeked of pussy.  Our hands stayed on each other,
and with the help of a little more wine and another joint or two we
stayed there until the music wound down and we were completely
exhausted.

We made our meandering way home, and collapsed into bed.  Still a
little high, we leisurely stroked and touched each other's bodies for
a while, then fell into a very well deserved sleep.