Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 20:11:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: kim smith <mypurplelightening@yahoo.com>
Subject: stephanie and rebecca

I am 23, with long dark hair, baby blue eyes, and milky
white skin.  I am mostly happy in my marriage, and pretty
bored in all other aspects of her life.  My job has lately
seemed more mundane every day.  It is the constant cubicle
dweller drone that I have been accustomed to since I
graduated high school.  Sometimes I kick myself for not
going to college, but then I remember why I didn't go in
the first place. There is really nothing there to be
learned that couldn't be learned on a job.  I just know
that I am too intelligent for school at this point.  It
would just bore me and be a waste of my hard earned and
already stretched fincances.  Oh well...
I have what can be described as a "pleasantly plump"
womanly figure but that has not stopped me from knowing
that I am ridiculously cute.  Although, before I met my
husband, Ken, I really never had high self esteem.  I have
learned to be more accepting of my body, but am still shy
as hell.  I guess I am lucky that I found someone who was
able to teach me to love myself, as before, I used to let
what other people said dictate how I felt about myself.
On one particular Tuesday morning, I donned my "business
casual" khakis and comfortably fitted red silk blouse.  I
had my hair up in a loose bun and, as usual, wore very
little make-up, just enough to show off my (if i do say so
myself) gorgeous eyes and lips.
For a bit of dramatic irony for the audience, today is no
ordinary tuesday!  It is the day that I meet the woman who
soon becomes my best girlfriend, Rebecca.  Today was her
first day, and the boss paraded her around the office like
a prize.  She was absolutely, drop dead, adorable!  When
she was introduced to me, I almost couldn't come up with
anything to say!  My jaw just seemed to drop as I took in
this beautiful creature.  "Hi, I'm Stephanie", I finally
managed to eek out.
"Sal tells me you're the go-to woman around here for any
questions I could possibly have at this job!"  I blushed.
Sal was always talking me up.  He was in his forties,
balding, and just had the look of one of those skeevy guys
at the end of the bar just waiting for the really drunk
chick to need a ride home.  However, as much like a car
salesman as he looked, he was actually a real sweetheart.
He really appreciated my work, and always let me have any
time off or other special requests I ever needed.
Occasionally he would look at me with what seemed like a
slight interest, but he was a good guy, and respected my
marriage.  He never really let any desire out other than a
fleeting glance.
"I don't know about that..." I answered modestly in a near
whisper.  Sal gave me that knowing wink he has and just
said "Steph here is just being shy, she really is the
queen of the job around here, and she will be training
you."  My face lit up!  I was nervous that I would not be
able to contain my joy at being able to work so close to
such a beauty, but nobody seemed to notice.  Sal handed me
some reports and went on his way, whistling softly to
himself.
"So, have you worked with this data system before?" I
asked, delving into business to cover my severe interest
in her.  "Yes, I worked with it at my last job,
DataStation, and I'm actually quite proficient.", she
boasted.  "Well", i said, "you really don't need too much
training then do you!"  "No I guess not", she said.  Our
eyes met and for a seemingly endless moment we took each
other in.  Her eyes were brown and big, like a does eyes.
Her light brown hair was cut right below the shoulder and
she was wearing it down today.  She had on a gray "power
suit" complete with stockings and "sensible" heels.  I
could tell she was not comfortable wearing this, but she
felt it was appropriate for a first day.
I commented on the suit.  "Yeah", she said, "I really
didn't get told about the dress code here, I was hired
over the phone from my previous experience, and because my
brother is the manager's friend from college.  "Oh".  I
said.  And, being captain obvious as I was known for
doing, I said, "Well, you don't have to get so dressed up
around here, we're pretty casual, hey, on Friday's we get
to wear jeans!"  "Yeah, I figured", she said and kind of
giggled.  She was even more beautiful when she let go a
little.  I began to feel the familiar tingling in between
my legs that I really hadn't felt for a woman since high
school.  My mind raced a thousand scenarios involving her,
and maybe my husband, or maybe not.  Was it cheating?
Should I include Ken?  What if I'm completely barking up
the wrong tree here?  What if she's only pretending to be
nice?
I guess she noticed I had a bit of a far off look on my
face.  "What are you thinking about, cutie?"  I almost
fell off of my chair.  I blushed so hard I think i lit up
the office, and gave a coy little "oh... nothing".  In my
head I screamed "SHE CALLED ME CUTIE!"  I adjusted myself
in my seat and said "well, we should really get to work"
and spent the rest of the afternoon teaching her our
policies in regards to the system she already knew the ins
and outs of, and showed her the reports we worked off of.
She was ready to be on her own long before I let her.  I
just really liked being near her!  I couldn't believe I
was getting a crush on this woman that I barely knew, and
I was married to boot!
At four, I presented her to Sal as "fully trained" and he
sat her in a cubicle right on the other side of the
aisle.  I was hoping against hope that the empty space
there was for her, and was really happy at this lucky
coincidence.
At four fifteen, fifteen minutes before quitting time, I
got really bold, out of nowhere.  "Would you like to catch
happy hour at Billiards and Boards?"  Billiards and Boards
was the local "arcade style" bar complete with over a
dozen pool tables and a simalarly impressive number of
dart boards.  She lit up and said "I would love to!"
The last fifteen minutes of the work day were a blur as my
mind raced with seemingly endless possibilities.  I felt a
sort of lust filled adoration for this woman, but I really
didn't know anything about her, other than she was really
smart, and she had a brother.  Two very random things to
know about someone in such a short time, but it was a
start.  I didn't even know how old she was!
We walked to the parking lot with girlish exitement about
the night ahead and new found friendship.  We laughed when
we realized that we had parked next to each other by
complete accident, and then found ourselves in the
position to decide on who was driving, or if we were
taking separate cars.  My shyness tends to come out at the
technicalities like this, and today was no exception.
Rebecca leaned on her car as we chattered about nothing.
Finally, and with great relief to me, she made the
decision for us by telling me to get into her car.  I
obliged gratefully.
We went to Billiards and Boards, where I was relatively
well known - at least by the bartenders.  We took a spot
on the far right corner of the horseshoe shaped bar and
settled into that awkward 20 minutes or so before the
first beer hits.  We shared a smile when we realized that
we had both ordered Bud Light drafts, and she whipped out
a wallet and paid before I even had a chance to object.  I
got a raised eyebrow from Stan, the portly gentleman
behind the bar that new me by name, and I blushed.
"So.", I said, noncommittally.  "So.", she answered,
followed by "you are ridiculously cute, did I tell you
that already?"  I blushed fiercely and said "Yes, you did,
and if I didn't know any better I would think you were
hitting on me!", I cajoled.  From this I got raised
eyebrows and a shoulder shrug that was really hard to
read.  We delved into our beers and related to our
cigarettes to pass some silent time.
45 Minutes and 4 beers each later...
We were laughing and talking like old friends.  I'm not
sure exactly when the awkwardness wore off, but I was so
glad that it did.  I found out more about her, that she
was 29, had a degree in "liberal arts" because she just
couldn't decide, and had moved to the area from
Massachusetts right after graduation.  I also found out
that she was single.  I was
starting to become embarrassed that she wouldn't let me
pay for any beer so I offered to buy her a shot.  I guess
this was "charming" because she winked and said, "well,
maybe just this once."
Well, now that we had mind eraser shots incorporated into
our beer drinking, we really began to loosen up.
Eventually, as was inevitable, one of us had to "break the
seal" if you will, and it was her.  "Excuse me, madame",
she slurred, "but I need to use the little girl's room,
will you watch my purse?"  "No problem, but I'm next!"
She took the way of exiting her barstool that had her
breast brush lightly against my arm, sending goosebumps
over my entire body.
After about 20 minutes of waiting as patiently and
ladylike as I possibly could, I decided she had been in
the bathroom way too long, and decided to go in after her
to make sure she was alright, after all, we had been
drinking quite a bit.  I grabbed our purses and headed
toward the ladies' room.  I entered to find her reapplying
her lip gloss in the mirror.  "Oh, hi!" she
said, "couldn't wait, huh?"  I shrugged and told her that
I had to go really bad and made my way to a stall.  She
waited outside until I was done peeing and I came out to
wash my hands.  In the process of fighting with the paper
towel machine, my clutzy self tipped over my purse and my
personal effects were very suddenly exposed all over the
dirty bathroom floor.
She, being the kindly gentlewoman that she was turning out
to be, helped me pick up the tampons, makeup, wallet, and
other similarly kept items from off the floor to be wiped
off and put back in my purse.  I was blushing fiercely at
this point and apologizing profusely for my
clumsiness.  "It's not a problem, sweetie", she said,
reassuring me.  After I had put the last piece of personal
matter back into my purse, I found that she was staring at
me shamelessly.  I said "what?" and kind of turned away.
She put a hand on each of my shoulders, leaned in, and
planted a very delicate, friendly kiss on my lips.  I
wasn't expecting this but decided to kiss back, and our
lips broke apart and our tongues entwined.  I realized
that this may have been the point of no return for me, but
gathered up what was left of our composure and pulled away.
Deciding that we were both a little tipsy and that the
evening may just have taken on a slightly different angle,
we decided to call it a night, at least at the bar.  We
sat in the car for a while, while she sobered up a little
and we shared drunken mischeif stories from our
respective pasts.  During this time we found that we had
something in common, that we had both been with another
woman in high school, but hadn't even broached the subject
since.
The first couple of sentences out of her mouth after one
of those world famous seven minute conversation slumps
made me almost fall out of my seat.  "Why don't you come
spend the night at my house?  That way you don't have to
drive home, and I can bring you home in the morning to get
ready for work, and then bring you to work."  I gulped.
Sensing my apprehension she said "Besides, you seem to be
a little farther gone than me."  I blushed as the
realization hit me that she was probably right, and I
shouldn't drive home.  "Allright"  I said, trying to hide
how exited I was to be spending the night at her house.
During the short drive from the bar to her house, I felt
her hand brush against my thigh.  It could have been an
accident, while she was reaching for her cigarettes, or
changing a cd, but it felt intentional.  After this "happy
accident" occurred a few more times, I first caught her
hand as she was "retreating" and then took it into my
own.  As I looked over to see how this was being taken, I
realized that it was her turn to blush fiercely.  But,
thankfully, she didn't take her hand away.  We continued
this way for the rest of the ride to her house, and
conversation completely stopped.  I don't think that
either one of us had any idea what the rest of the night
was going to be like.We arrived at her house not too long after.  We were
still
holding hands as we pulled into her driveway.  She let go
of my hand and I said the usual bullshit about how nice
her house was etc etc.  She apparently lived alone, I
guess her work at her previous company had been relatively
lucritive.  I am not entirely sure why she would have left
that company for mine, maybe she got laid off.
As if to answer the question that I hadn't even spoken
(she had been doing that all night) she said that her
grandmother had recently passed and had left her a
relatively large sum of money.  It was enough to buy her
house and car in cash and save a little more.  I was
impressed by that, and said I was sorry for her loss but
it was cool that she ended up being able to live
comfortably because of it.  She brushed it off saying her
grandmother had been in a nursing home since she was five,
and really didn't know her that well.
We went inside and I was greeted with an impeccably clean
and well decorated home.  I was being lured in even as we
were making small talk in the entryway.  She led me into
the living room, which had two couches and a loveseat, and
gave me the option of choosing a seat.  I chose one of the
couches, and she proceeded to turn on her 52" TV and then
went into the kitchen to get each of us a glass of water
and also brought in an ashtray.  I was still a bit shaken
up from the confrontation in the bathroom and still
positively inebriated.
I had a lot to think about.  I really loved my husband,
but the prospect of making love to another woman was
really, really tempting.  I had a wet spot growing in my
panties and I had the paranoid thought that maybe she
could somehow smell it.  I do not have a very strong
smelling pussy but I was EXTREMELY aroused.  After she set
down her collection of glass objects she sat down directly
next to me, even though I was on one end of the couch and
she could have sat on the other side without seeming
antisocial.  We settled in to watch cartoon network and
recover, and were soon laughing like little kids.
Before I even realized what was happening she had her hand
on my leg.  I gulped almost audibly and pretended not to
notice.  When her hand started moving gently over my knee
and back to my thigh I let out an uncontrollable sigh and
leaned in to her.  Something incredibly hilarious happened
and we started laughing and then looked at each other to
make the most of our laugh but then our gaze did not end
when the commercials came on.  I knew that she wanted to
kiss me again, and I wasn't about to stop her.  I guess
that was when I made my decision to go forward.  I
rationalized to myself that what my husband didn't know
wouldn't kill him, and that this was the "nature of the
beast" of being a bisexual woman and it was inevitable.
Our faces were very close to each other and she was giving
me a very questioning look, as if to ask if what she were
about to do was ok.  I guess that the kiss in the bathroom
was more instinctual and could be chalked up to drunken
fun, but I seemed to sense that if I allowed her to kiss
me here, that there would be no stopping what would
happen, since we were completely alone.  I drew in my
breath and closed my eyes, and was rewarded with a very
passionate kiss.  Our tongues explored each other in a
very sensual dance and then she gently bit my top lip and
I moaned loudly.
Her kiss seemed to have a sobering effect on me which I
was grateful for since I really wanted to enjoy this.  I
boldly moved in to cup one of her perfect breasts in my
hand and found her nipple with my thumb and rubbed.  She
began to make out with me with a pace that reminded me of
being sixteen in a movie theater.  Her kisses reeked of
lust and passion, and she was by far the best kisser I had
ever encountered.  Since she was seated in the middle of
the couch, I used my advantage to push her gently down
into a lying down position and climbed between her legs
and we made out some more.
We broke apart and I gave her a lust-filled gaze and then
started to unbutton her suit jacket, and then her blouse.
She was not wearing a bra!  Her breasts were even more
beautiful and sexy than I could have ever imagined.  Her
nipples were deliciously erect and pink, and she had small
aereoles that were a pinkish brown color.  She smiled
sheepishly at me and I took her left nipple into my
mouth.  All my prior experience, although from a long time
ago, came back to me.  I suckled her nipple expertly and I
was rewarded with a pleasure filled moan.  I unzipped her
skirt and pulled that and her pantyhose down in one
motion, leaving her in only her white lacy undies.
As I was moving back up to her mouth to kiss her, I blew
on her covered pussy provocitavly and inhaled her musky
scent of arousal.  She grabbed for my still shirt covered
breasts with both hands as if she couldn't control herself
and then exhaled loudly.  I got on my knees next to the
couch and pulled her underwear down with my teeth, leaving
them at her knees, and she wriggled out of them and then
she was completely naked.  I gazed in awe at her perfectly
trimmed reddish brown bush and she broke my trance by
saying that I was slightly overdressed.  This made me
giggle kind of embarrassed, and I said "and what do you
plan to do about it?"  She said that she wasn't going to
do anything, she wanted to watch me strip!
I had stripped many times for my husband and had gotten it
down to a science.  I slowly unbuttoned my silk blouse and
then unbuttoned my khakis.  I let my blouse fall off my
shoulders and gave her a cleavage shot as I pulled down my
pants.  I was wearing a matching purple lacy bra and panty
set and she approved audibly.  When I lifted back off I
let my shirt fall completely off, stepped out of my
khakis, and started to undo my bra.
This was apparently too much for her as she got up and
ripped at my panties like a ravaged beast and I let my
breasts out for some air.  She stared in awe at my erect
white nipples and made a comment that she had never seen
such beatiful breasts and just had to taste them.  She
took my right nipple into her mouth and at first froze,
seemingly not sure what to do, but then she got her
bearings and sucked heartily.  I was at a peak of arousal
and I couldn't help but moan loudly.  "oh baby, oh baby" I
pleaded and she put her hand in between my legs and let
her open hand soak up my juices.  She knelt down between
my legs and did not hesitate in licking my pussy!
I was surprised by this because I was pretty certain that
I would have to be the one to initiate our sexual content,
but she seemed to want to take the lead.  My legs were
about to give out from the wonderous things she was doing
to my clit with her tongue, and I said so, and she "let"
me sit down.  I was in orgasmic bliss as she was
alternating sucking on my clit and licking my pussy from
the bottom up.  I looked down at her face and she stared
back at me with those doe eyes that sucked me in from the
beginning, and I melted, suddenly realizing that I
couldn't take much more.  I arched my back and then I felt
her middle finger penatrate me and stimulate my g-spot.  I
came hard, fast and loud, I shuddered as the incredible
sensations swept through my body.  She met my gaze again
and then said proudly "I made you scream"
I giggled like no one had ever made me come before, and
this was a half truth, since I certainly hadn't come like
THAT before!  I told her this and she just smiled.  She
said that we should probably get to bed and I started to
protest, saying I didn't get to make her cum, and she
said, we will have plenty of time for that tomorrow!
I followed her into her bedroom and picked my side of her
king sized bed, and settled in to a very satisfied and
slightly drunken sleep.