From: michael_stipe@hotmail.com
Subject: Wonderful Tonight (F/F, romance)
Date: Sat, 23 May 1998 17:52:55 GMT

My second attempt at a sex story - please feel free to send me comments,
praise, or criticism!

-The Diva


*Warning: The following is a story which explicitly details erotic and sexual
behavior between two adult women. If you object to this type of material, if
you are underage, or if it is illegal in your province to view such material,
please stop now. Otherwise, continue and enjoy the story...*


Wonderful Tonight (F/F, romance)


You look beautiful in green. Absolutely marvelous. I watch you model the green
chiffon dress, twirling about, your braided hair whipping lightly about as you
turn and model for me, dear girl. I cannot think of the perfect words now, to
express my desire for you, as you model that lovely green dress, and all the
while, I think of how lovely the plump body underneath it must look.

This is the first time you have invited me to your room, and it's a small
room, unbearably small as any dorm room is, but comfortable, warm, and
smelling of soft incense that you're fordbidden to burn in a dorm room but
light anyway, to make the room even warmer, to spark the romance you hope for
but don't ask for directly...for I am in your room, and tonight is a special
night, my soft brown girl.

You ask me if you like the dress, and I agree. You nod and tell me that this
is your final choice of what to wear for tomorrow's formal. I smile, and
silently wonder when you are going to take that dress off, and if I should
turn my eyes away...but you look at me, smile, and begin to reach behind and
feel for the zipper in the back. You find the zipper, and I watch you yank it
down a few inches, but you find you cannot unzip it any further. You turn to
me and ask for help with the zipper. But of course, and I wonder if you know
how this simple act could begin my temptation. But no, you are no naive girl.
You know full well.

I rise from my spot on the bed and approach behind you, and gently take the
zipper and pull it the rest of the way down.  You thank me, and without
batting an eye, you reach for the bottom of the dress and begin to pull it off
your body. I am riveted to the spot, as I watch inch afetr inch of brown flesh
being reveal as you pull that green chiffon off of you and carefully hang it
back onto its hanger before putting it back into the closet. I watch you, clad
in sensible good-girl white brassiere and panties, seemingly unaware of me
behind you, with visions of my face buried in your sweetness twirling through
my mind. You, acting like the classical naive Marylin Monroe, me like the poor
chap in "Seven Year Itch"....oh, God!

You turn around and face me. "Something to drink?"

I say no, and return to my spot on the bed, watching you, and I become a
hungry she-wolf, watching you reach for a Mountain Dew in your coooler, still
playing unawares. You open the can, quickly and cripsly, and sit next to me on
the bed, setting your can on the nightstand after you've taken a sip. What do
I do? I am almost biting my lip, and I'm crossing and uncrossing my legs,
trying to do something with the heat that is forming between them.

I can't stand it anymore. I reach for your hair, and brush a few stray braids
out of your face. This is the test. I move my face closer to yours, my lips
prepared for join yours. You are not moving away...this is a good sign. I move
closer, until my lips are touching yours, then my mouth opens a little...you
take the cue and open your lips as well, and you slide your tongue in my
mouth. I shudder, and return with my tongue, and now we are locked in a wet
and fiery kiss, both of our bodies and lips filled with that electricity of
desire. I am imagining my hand, buried into your, and I can almost feel the
slickness of your vagina around my fingers....

But not yet. There is plenty of time. I begin to move over you, and at this
cue you lie down on the bed and reach for me, sliding your arms around me
until your hands are resting on my back and fiddling for the zipper of my
dress. You yank down the zipper, and as we continue to kiss, you are pulling
the dress down, off my shoulders, and running a lone fingernail along  my
flesh. I can barely stand it, and I feel a surge of desire in my belly and
pussy. Now, without warning, you reach up and bite my shoulder. Not hard, but
enough to startle me a little. I break the kiss and yelp. You little wench.
How did you know I liked to be bitten?

Nevermind that, however. I reach down and return the bite, only closer to your
neck. I feel you shudder underneath me and gasp. I bite again, this time at
the base of your neck in the front, at the center of yoru collarbone. You like
this, don't you? I bite my way up your neck, until my lips touch yours again
and we resume the kiss. I feel the cool air from the open window above the bed
hit my now bare shoulder. I break the kiss again and raise up until I am
upright. I reach for the hem of my dress and quickly, with one motion, pull it
from my body. You look at me and smile. Yes, I had the foresight to wear no
bra or underwear underneath that dress, and I am now naked in full view of
you. I look down at you again. You can't be wearing those bra and panties
anymore, I decide, and I reach down and unclasp your bra at the front,
brushing away the cups to reveal two large, brown breasts topped with dark
purple nipples. My mouth is watering even more at the sight, and without
another though I lean down and begin to lick one nipple. You reach up and run
your fingers through my hair, panting softly as i lick, suck on, and bite at
your nipple. I feel you begin to heave and writhe beneath me now.

I reach for your other breast and I have them both in my hands. I press them
together until your nipples almost meet, then again I lean down and with my
tongue I resume my sweet torture, you mewling and groaning underneath me. I
lick and bite across both nipples, alternating between them. You grab a
handful of the back of my hair, and pull a little bit. I gasp, and in return I
bite your nipples even harder.

No more Ms. Nice Gal. I slide down your body and in one motion, I rip off your
panties. Now you are completely bare before me. You are mine.

I slide one finger down your belly, and down your slit, and find you drenched
with your own wetness. So much the better. I slide that finger into you . You
clench around my finger, but still, one finger at a time. I begin to pump the
finger in and out of you while you writhe and buck against the palm of my
hand. I slide a second, then a third finger in, wondering if you can handle
any more of my hand inside you. I pump my three fingers, and you are thrashing
on the bed, moaning, and all the while I think how thin these walls must be,
and silently hope that someone is listening and is as hot as I am right now,
finger fucking you....

Something is missing. I pull my fingers out for one brief second and climb off
the bed. I open your closet, finding two scarves. Perfect. I pull the scarves
from their hangers and returning to the bed, I climb back on between your
legs. I lean over, pinning you to the bed, grabbing one wrist  first and tying
it deftly to the bedpost, then the other wrist in the same fashion.

I reach back, and grabbing your ankles, I lift your legs and push them apart
until they are as spread as possible. I lean down and open your fridge door,
and I find tucked away behind your soda....a bag of cucumbers. Good. I reach
in and grab one, cool to my fingers, cold enough for a little sweet torture. I
close the door.

I take the cucumber and nudge the end of it against your gaping hole, pushing
gently. I hear you shiver a little at the coolness. Good. I push a little
more, but gently as not to rush things and hurt you, but your soft and wet
folds of skin give way easily and the cucumber plunges into the depths of your
beautiful pussy until the end meets your cervix and it will not go in any
further. I reach down with my other hand and spread your lips, letting the
cool air from the window hit your very swollen and red clitoris. You writhe as
the cool air hits you. I reach for the other end of the cucumber and begin
sliding it, slowly, in and out of you. How does that feel, girl? I wonder if
this cucumber has been in your depths before. You pant and moan, pulling on
the scarves that bind you to your bed and keep you at my will. You will come
tonight, girl. You must. You will be mine.

I slide the cucumber in and out of you, and with a free pinky finger, I press
gently at your arsehole. I still have your lips spread with my other hand,
while the cool breeze blows over us and onto you. I trail my gaze up your
body. Your nipples are harder than diamonds. Your pretty brown face is flushed
with bed. you're sweating now, and your sweat-covered forehead and blue-black
braids glisten in the light from above. You grit your teeth and I begin to
thrust the cucumber in and out of you, a little rougher than before. This is
how you like it. This is how you will take it. I am aching to feel your cum on
my face as you squirt all over me. I want you to squirt. My mouth is watering
for your tangy juices.

As soon this wish will come true. You are bucking your hips, thrashing wildly,
pulling on your restrained, and nearly screaming. "Oh, God, I'm gonna CUM! I'm
gonna shoot!" You yell at the the top of your lungs, your breasts heaving. I
smile wickedly. Good. Come for me, little one.

"AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Your scream pierces the room as I see the first few squirts
come from your swollen pussy. I pull the cucumber from you and watch as your
squeeze again, shooting your cum onto my face and I lean over you. I come in
closer, and with another squirt I open my mouth and take it in. I nearly melt
as I taste you. This is what I have been waiting for. I drink it all in as you
squirt, what seems endlessly, onto my face, and into my mouth. Oh, yes, this
is what I was craving since the first time I saw you.

I drink in the last few of your squirts, then lean over, my parted lips
touching yours, and again we kiss, letting some of your juices flow into your
mouth. I slide up as I kiss you, until my pussy is directly on top of yours.
Reaching down with one hand, I spready first your labia, then my own, then my
clit touches yours. This is it. I continue to kiss you, rubbing my clit
against yours. You suck in the last of the cum from my mouth, then break away
from the kiss to yelp as your become hot again, this time from my sex rubbing
against yours. I am rubbing faster now, and our clits slide over and past each
other. You are thrashing and once again nearly screaming, so much to recieve
in one evening, and I keep going, feeling the fire buidling in my own clit.

It is not long until I join you in screaming, our cries of ecstacy like a love
song dripping with sweet female lust, and the final chorus of our love song
being the orgasm. The fire builds within me even more...

I explode. I am yelling so loud I am pretty sure your entire floor can hear
me, and soon you follow suit, joining me in my racous announcement to whoever
will listen: "I AM COMING! OH, LORD, I'M COMING!" By this time I am too
drenched in orgasm to care who hears us. We tremble violently together, our
sweat and juices mingling, and I can feel the last of this tension releasing
from me, and I collapse on top of you as you pant, spent from our wonderous
dance of desire. I sigh, content.

You look at me and smile, and remembering, I reach up and loose your wrists.
Rolling onto my back, I pull you next to me until your head rests on my
breast. Then I get an idea. "Hand me that cucumber, will you, sweet?" I ask,
and you reach for it. "And get me a knife."

You get up and stumble over to your shelves where your dishes are kept, and
reach in a container and pull out a small knife. You bring it back, with the
cucumber, and climb back onto the bed with me. I take the cucumber and knife
from you, and slice it in half, lenghtwise, down the middle. I sniff it, and
it still smells like your wonderful juices, and is still a bit wet with them.
I hand you one half of the cucumber.

"Don't worry," I say. "We'll hit Kroger tomorrow for more veggies."

You look at me and laugh, and begin munching on your half of the cuke. I run
my fingers through your hair and sigh, content.


THE END