Date: Tue, 29 Apr 1997 08:56:30 +0100
From: Bob Fischl <bfischl@frontiernet.net>
Subject: Re:More of Bea's Adventures

SHERRI'S STORY                                  By Bea Fischl

The snow gave way to a world that was waking after the long slumber of
winter.  The air was warmer, the grass greener and more people were
outdoors.  Yet in this world of new beginnings and light,  I had something
heavy in my heart.  I wasn't quite sure what it was but I felt restless
somehow.  Although I loved my husband more than anything else in the world,
I wanted something more, I wanted to explore - I didn't know what.  Bobby
and I had fallen into the same old habit - he was away a lot and worked all
the time. I taught high school English and also worked on my Master's
degree.  I wanted to have fun and do something thrilling.  I hadn't been
out with my girlfriends in months, and I even tended to stay home on the
weekends when Bobby was working.  I was bored and funky.

I felt like that the day I met Sherri.  I had just come home from school on
a very warm Saturday.  I had an mid-morning class so it was only 2:00 PM
when I got home.  I slowly trudged up the stairs to the bedroom and
stripped off my clothes. I then jumped into the shower to wash off my
makeup and clean up.  Just as I was getting out, I heard the doorbell ring.
Soaking wet, I slipped into a terry cloth robe and ran to the door.
Forgetting my usual cautions, I swung open the door, and there she stood,
one of the most beautiful women I had ever encountered.

She stood there in white short shorts that showed off her long, tan legs.
A tight tank top showed every curve of her slender torso and firm breasts.
I stood there and stared for what felt like an eternity.  Finally, she
spoke in a quite, husky voice.  "Hi, my name is Sherri.  I just moved in to
an apartment in the house across the street.  I love your house and when I
saw you drive in, I wanted to introduce myself."  I felt awkward in my robe
with my dripping hair, but I told her my name was Bea and invited her in.
I offered her a drink and went to fridge and grabbed a bottled water and
then ran to the bathroom to finish combing my hair.

I came out and sat at the other end of the couch.  We began talking about
where she was from and how long she had lived in town.  I felt this strange
feeling in me, her face and eyes just drew me into them.  I was extremely
attracted to this woman.  I tried to dismiss these thoughts as a product of
my mood, but found I couldn't.  We talked for almost an hour about
ourselves.

When she told me she had to get home, I stood from the couch.  While I had
been sitting, my robe tie loosened.  I didn't realize it until I followed
her gaze and looked down. I blushed furiously and covered myself with a
slight giggle.  But when I looked at her, she was searching my eyes for
something.  Her own nipples had grown hard under her tank top.

"Well, it was very nice meeting you, Bea,"  She said breathlessly.  "I've
been wanting to go out dancing and see the sights of Rochester. Would you
like to go clubbing or something soon?"

I thought for a minute, and asked her if she would like to go tonight.
"I'd love to," she exclaimed.  "Only this time, don't get so embarrassed
when you become uncovered.  You really do have nice breasts."  I stood
there stunned as she walked toward the door.  "How about 9:00 PM," she
asked.  At that point, anything was fine to me.  I knew that I wanted this
woman in a way I had never known.  She closed the door softly, and I went
to start getting ready.  I felt anticipation growing between my legs...

I was so anxious as I began doing my hair.  Curl after curl, I anticipated
the night to come not knowing what to expect. What could Sherri have meant
when she talked about me not covering myself later.  I knew my imagination
had gone wild, and that she probably only meant to help me get over my
embarrassment. But I couldn't stop the fantasies that were running through
my head.  I put on my makeup a little heavier than usual and it looked
really good.  I hardly noticed that I had lost five pounds until I slipped
into a skirt from six years before.  It was a tight little black and white
mini that showed too much when I bent over.  The air was still warm
outside, and so I put on a pink tank top that showed my midriff.  Every
curve showed to perfection and I admired my reflection for an instant
before the doorbell rang.  I slipped into some heels and ran to the door.
There Sherri stood, wearing a short peach skirt, and a form fitting body
suit.  Her breasts were bare underneath her top and her nipples protruded
through the cotton.  Our compliments became a little excessive before we
realized it and we laughed the awkward moment off.

Sherri offered to drive and we slipped into her red '95 Miata convertible,
top down of course.  Her skirt had come up a little and revealed a small
patch of brown hair between her thighs.  I felt a distinct wetness creep
between my thighs.  I was glad I hadn't worn panties either.  After a long
while, I stopped staring at her and enjoyed the ride.  We were almost to a
bar someone had recommended to her.  She knew I had been looking at her and
admiring her.  By now, I was dripping wet, and slightly embarrassed by that
fact.  But I had never felt so attracted to a woman before.

We arrived at the bar and walked in.  The room was crowded and dim.  Smoke
curled towards the ceiling and was sucked away by the ventilation.  It was
cool enough to send shivers up my spine, and blood to my nipples. I
realized it was going to be an interesting night when I noticed...most of
the couples were women...

I looked around apprehensively.  I had never been in a bar like this
before. Sherri just looked at me and smiled.  She led me to two open bar
stools and we ordered drinks.  We stayed on those seats for over two hours,
laughing and talking.  Then she asked if I wanted to go out on the dance
floor.  It was a fast song, and so I agreed.  The more we danced, the more
fun we had.  We sat back down, hot and sweaty.  She inquired if I had ever
had a bi-sexual experience.  I truthfully told her no, but added that it
has always been a fantasy of mine.  She told me she could make my fantasies
come true.

A slow song came over the speakers, and she took my hand and led me to the
dance floor.  She put one arm around my neck and the other around my waist.
I mimicked her.  I could feel my pulse racing, while wetness filled my
pussy.  She held me close to her as she moved her hips against mine.  Then
it happened.  She leaned over and gently kissed me.  I gasped at the
softness of her lips.  I locked my fingers into her soft hair and kissed
her back.  I couldn't get over the way her lips felt against mine.  Her
lower hand was caressing my ass. She asked me if I wanted to leave and go
back to her place.  I quickly agreed and was positive that the wetness was
about to run down my legs.  We hurried to the car and got in...

We reached her apartment shortly. My senses were heightened by my nervous
anticipation.  Her beautiful body pressed gently against mine as she
tenderly kissed my lips.  So slowly, so softly. She looked into my eyes.  I
could no longer stand it, I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed her firmly.
Her tongue searched for mine in a desperate effort to become one with me.
I held her hair twisted between my shaking fingers.  She moved to my side
and began caressing my nipples and breasts with her long fingernails.  She
continued to kiss me and our tongues swirled with a fiery passion.  We lay
back on the bed.  She pulled her head away and looked into my eyes for a
seeming eternity before she traced my nipple with her tongue, leaving a
damp ring around the dark area.  Her other hand began stroking my stomach.
My body tensed at her touch.  Extreme pleasure shivers controlled my body.
Hesitantly, I reached for her breast when she suddenly took my hand and put
it there for me.

"Squeeze my nipples," she said in between her teasing licks.  I obediently
began to squeeze and pinch gently, then firmly then gently.  Quickly her
nipples became taut in my fingers. Her fingers began exploring lower and
lower.  I felt her pull delicately at my hairs.  I couldn't breathe I was
so excited.  She knew exactly what to do.  I squeezed her breasts with my
hands,  firmly and longingly.  Her tongue began taking the same path as her
fingers.  Down, down my stomach... she left a damp streak of pleasure.  Her
tongue soon reached where her fingers were still playing with my wetted
matte of pubic hair.  I could no longer reach her breasts so I began to
play with my own.

As I softly caressed my orbs, Sherri took the plunge. Moving slowly down
one thigh, Sherri used her tongue, moving ever towards my center of
passion. The bedspread beneath us began soaking up the results of our
intense embrace.  I reached...reached between Sherri's legs and felt a warm
tingle between mine. I worked my way slowly past her lips until reaching
her small, hooded bud. I gently pushed and squeezed her awakening clit
between my thumb and fore finger. Suddenly, Sherri became a thrashing
figure as she moaned in a low, ecstatic tone. Waves of pleasure washed over
her. I watched Sherri, breathless as I continued to press her button of
pleasure.  This was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. The waves
just wouldn't stop and I thought she would be jolted by the electricity
forever.

I felt my own heat mount as Sherri finally lay spent on the bed in front of
me. She pursed her luscious lips and then looked deep into my pure azure
eyes.  "I hardly know you," Sherri said sheepishly, "yet here I am lying
naked next to you."  A cool breeze whooshed through the open window of the
room. Outside the sun was blazing gloriously but the blaze below was
unrelenting. "Well," I giggled, " I hope we have a long chance to get to
know each other even more."  Sherri looked back longingly and then smiled
and said, "Like what are you doing in the next few days, weeks and years."
I flashed a bright smile and beamed it her way. "Only you." I said with
delighted glee.