Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 19:53:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lisa Summers <uarkfan2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Itch, part 3 (F/F, oral, anal)

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it's a very entertaining story.

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The Itch, part 3
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Robert and I acted as though nothing had happened, though we both knew it
had. I felt immensely guilty about what I'd done, but felt overwhelmed by
my body. I was uncertain why Robert acted as he did, though I was to find
out later. I was the same Jesse, 23, cute, full of life, with a great body,
blonde hair and 36C boobs.

Several weeks went by, and inside of me, nothing had changed. I thought
constantly of the feelings that Mira and Donna had aroused in me. Robert
and I still made love, but I found a woman's face on him, as he looked down
on me, impaling me with his tool. I masturbated countless times, openly
admitting to myself then, that I wanted a woman's body against mine. My
fantasies were of faceless women, exposing their breasts to me, and my
sucking their hard nipples until they writhed in the ultimate pleasure
beside me.

Countless times I licked at women's dripping cunts, in my imagination,
using my own copious discharge to fulfill the fantasy. Finally, I knew that
I had to do something. I wanted to fuck a woman, pure and simple. I didn't
want to marry her, or spend my free time with her, or anything else that I
could justify as some type of relationship. I wanted to feel my fingers,
and tongue, and anything else I could find in a beautiful woman's mouth,
and cunt, and ass. To feel her writhe beneath me as she came, for her to
call out my name in ecstasy as I made her orgasm.

It occurred to me that I might be able to use the same outlet that men did
when they were looking for anonymous sex. A hooker. I knew that there were
a couple of streets where they hung out, as every couple of weeks there'd
be something on the news about the `johns' that were in the area,
patronizing them. So finding hookers would be easy. What was difficult was
working up the nerve.

The ceaseless build up of my sexual desire left me no choice. If I didn't
fuck, I thought that I'd go crazy. So, one fine afternoon, I steeled my
resolve, and drove to one of the areas. I could already see the cars of
suburban men pulling up to women lounging along the sidewalk. The women
would approach the cars, some conversation would ensue, and more often than
not, the woman would get in the passenger seat and the car would drive
off. I wasn't sure how one of them would react to seeing a woman pull up,
but I guessed that the worst that would happen, was that they'd laugh at me
and walk away.

Of course, the best that would happen, was that one of them would enjoy
woman to woman sex, and we'd spend a delightful afternoon. Soon enough, the
best case picture drowned out the worst case picture, and I decided to go
ahead. Of course, with men, I think they view a prostitute as a mouth, or a
cunt, so as long as they're vaguely acceptable, the man is willing (aren't
they always?). With me, and I think most other women, I needed to be
attracted to the woman.

I cruised slowly along the street, looking at the women displayed
there. None of them looked at me as though I were an alien, so perhaps some
of them at least would consider the idea of lesbian sex. Many of the women
did not attract me at all, they looked as though they were on drugs, or
they just had a `mean' or hard look about them (I know that's judgmental,
but I couldn't help the way I felt). Finally, though, I noticed a young
girl, about 18 or so, wearing a pink baseball cap over her blonde hair,
with her ponytail hanging out the back.

She had a cute face, she looked like a college freshman, and her outfit was
more like that of a student at a college, although an informal one in a
warm part of the country. Slightly ripped denim cutoffs that showed some of
her upper thigh, a tee shirt with an intricate design, and sandals, she
looked as though she'd just put on her clothes coming off the beach at
Spring Break somewhere. She had a nice tan, and I felt my body responding
to her already.

She hung back from the others, not actively soliciting, but just kind of
`there'. I pulled up to the curb near where she stood, and she peered at me
from underneath the bill of the cap, as though she either had trouble
seeing me, or trouble believing what she saw. She walked over to the
driver's side, and leaned in the window. I started to speak, "Hi, I was
wondering if you-"

Cutting me off, she spoke loudly, saying, "Lady, you're looking for the
State Capitol building, and that's 3 blocks over. You're in a bad
neighborhood, you need to get on one of the tourist line trams that'll show
you all the sights. This is a bad neighborhood, and your safety can't be
guaranteed!" All the while she was saying this, she was rubbing her
fingernails across the design on her chest, like someone trying to buff up
her nails. I was perplexed by what she said, but when she yelled, "Now get
the fuck out!" I decided that I'd better. It hadn't gone the way I'd
expected, and now the rush of adrenaline and fear had me shaking.

I pulled away from the curb, and drove straight home, without looking back
once. I made myself some herbal tea, and thought about what had
happened. The only thing I could figure, was that prostitutes really didn't
want other women hanging around, even as potential customers. I resigned
myself to more frustration, and tried to put the whole idea of sex out of
my mind.

The next day, I was surprised to get a phone call from a Patrol Officer
Winterby of our local police. She asked if she might come over to talk to
me about an incident that had occurred the previous day. I was confused, as
I didn't know of any incident, but I agreed to see her that afternoon.  The
doorbell rang at 1 o'clock, and when I opened the door, I was very
surprised to see the young blonde of the previous day, wearing clothes not
much different from that day. I was speechless, so she took the initiative,
saying, "May I come in, ma'am? I nodded my head, still unable to speak.

She led me down the hall, looking briefly into rooms until she'd located
the living room. I could only follow dumbly behind. She looked at me
enquiringly, and asked, "May I sit?" Again, I nodded, just starting to
collect my wits. My thoughts were racing. The police wanted to arrest me
for soliciting a prostitute. It must have been one of those stings they
talk about on the news. I was going to be ruined. What would I do? What
could I do?

"Mrs. Hugo, may I call you Jesse?"

I stuttered out , "Yes, Officer."

"Jesse, here's my badge and I.D.," she said, pulling them out of her
purse. She added, "And please, call me Trish, for Patricia." I looked at
them, as if I knew what they were supposed to look like, and handed them
back. Right then, she could have handed me a "Secret Agent Barbie" badge
and I would have accepted it. "Could I have some coffee, do you think?" she
asked.

"Yes, I have instant, or I could make a pot," I said. This seemed like
unusual behavior when the police came to arrest someone.

"Instant would be fine, thanks," she replied. I set about making coffee for
both of us, heating the water quickly in the microwave, and then adding the
coffee crystals.

"Cream and sugar?" I asked.

"Just sugar, please. Two." I finished her coffee, then added some cream to
mine and carried them out to the sofa where we were both sitting.

"Trish, please, what's going on?" I asked. "Am I under arrest?"

"Let me assure you, Jesse, that I am definitely not here to arrest you. I'm
a patrol officer with the PD, I've been on the force for a year and a half
now. The Vice squad had set up a week long `Sting' to basically harass
`johns' who solicit the prostitutes who hang out on Capitol Avenue, where
you were. They used me, because I'm young and attractive, and some johns
like that. Usually I'm in uniform in a neighborhood doing `Community
Patrolling", which is just a fancy name for `cop on the beat.' But since I
look a lot younger than everyone else, they decided to use me as a
decoy. The funny thing is, I wore the same clothes I wore when I was in
college here, and they thought it was perfect!"

"Anyway, we had rounded up quite a few johns, which mainly means that they
offered me money for sex, and that's illegal. So, I'd tell them to park in
the lot across the street, and other, uniformed officers, would arrest
them," she continued. "I got your name and address from your license
plate. Now I'd like to ask you something, Jesse. What were you doing
there?" As she said that, she looked straight in my eyes. I thought,
looking into those blue pools, that she would easily detect a lie, so I
decided to be honest.

"I was there to pick up a prostitute," I said, averting my eyes.

"Did you husband, or someone else, force you into it?" She asked, gently.

"No, it was me," I said, quietly.

"Jesse, I had to make a snap decision yesterday when I leaned in your
window. I certainly didn't expect to see a woman talking to me, and
particularly not one so beautiful. I decided that the one wrong thing that
could happen then, was for you to be arrested for soliciting
prostitution. I was wired for sound, so I cut you off before you said
anything incriminating. That's also why I was rubbing my shirt, so that the
microphone would pick up background noise, making our conversation even
more unclear to the other officers."

I didn't know what to say, but I heard myself ask, "Why did you do that for
me, Trish?"

She hesitated before replying, taking a couple of sips of her coffee. "This
is good," she said. I didn't say anything.

Finally, she said, "I've been doing my best to be a good police officer. I
enforce the laws as fairly as I can, I try to be helpful to the citizens,
but I just could not see how I could help a woman get arrested for being
sexual. Before I go further, I want you to tell me why you wanted a
prostitute."

Now it was my turn to hesitate. Finally, I said, "I've been getting such
strong urges to be with a woman, sexually. I had an experience a few weeks
ago, and it was the most wonderful of my life. I hoped it was all over, but
it kept building up stronger, and stronger. It was almost as though someone
else drove down to pick up a prostitute, and I was helpless to stop it. No,
that's not right, I didn't WANT to stop it. Is that evil?:

Trish laughed, and said, "If it is, I'm burning in hell for sure." I looked
at her quizzically. "Jesse, I don't want to see a woman suffer for having
sexual urges. Men, I couldn't care less," she finished.

I just stared at her. "You mean you're a..."

"...lesbian? You bet!" She responded enthusiastically. "Though they don't
know that on the force. They wouldn't fire me or anything, but it would
make life harder for me if I came out, right now." Trish looked at me
again, with those searching eyes. "And you?"

I didn't turn away this time. "I don't know for sure," I said. "I think I
might be."

Trish took my hand. "It's hard. And it doesn't get easier."

That burst a dam inside of me. All these weeks of not being able to tell
anyone, of hiding my feelings from Robert, of just not knowing, or perhaps,
not admitting. I burst into tears. The next thing I knew, I was in Trish's
arms, and crying my heart out. She held me and let me vent, gently patting
my back. Eventually I ran down, and then she just held me, as I became
aware of her again. I could smell her perfume, and feel the warmth of her
cheek against mine. I could feel the smooth texture of her tee shirt under
my hands, and the absence of a bra strap. I could hear, and feel, her
heartbeat, from her chest into mine.

I became aware of her breasts pushing against mine. I felt her nipples
harden, and push into my breasts. I felt my nipples respond, and push
back. I became conscious of the small movements we made against each other,
at first just to ease an uncomfortable joint, or a pressure point, but then
it became awareness of her body, and how each part related to me and my
body.

Something changed, then. I pulled away from her cheek, and gave her a light
kiss there in thanks for her being there. She looked into my eyes with
those unending depths of blue, and her lips came to mine. She gently
caressed me with the softness of her full lips, and I responded. I pressed
my breasts against hers, and she moved her arms further around my back, to
take me deeper into her soul, and her heart.

The room felt distinctly hotter, and I felt a flush in my upper body. I
opened my mouth slightly, my lips barely touching, and I felt the first,
tentative touch of her tongue against my lips. I answered Trish's unspoken
question, by opening my lips further, and allowing her entry. Her tongue
seemed to flow into me, like a wave of honey, and my own tongue rose up to
greet her. We shared our essence then, for minutes that seemed like days,
years even.

Trish put her hands on my shoulders, then pushed me back, away from
her. She looked deeply, intently into my eyes, as though reading the
thoughts in my brain. She said nothing, but then pulled me close to her
once again, squeezing me against her. "Don't hurt me," she whispered into
my ear. I felt her words course through my brain, into my heart, and
explode in my pussy. She desired me! This beautiful young woman wanted me!

My hands reached up to cup her breasts, which felt hot to my touch. Her
nipples strained against the sheer fabric of her tee shirt. She gasped
slightly as we both felt my power over her evolve, as she put her self into
my hands. I had never experienced this feeling before. With Robert I had
been a dutiful wife. With Mira, and then Donna, I was a compliant
student. Now Trish, from a position of power and authority, was giving all
that up, into my hands, so that I might care for her.

I quickly lifted her shirt up, and over her head, throwing it on the floor
behind us. Trish looked at me with those deep blue eyes, and smiled a
welcoming smile at me, as she recognized that I had accepted her into my
life, and love. I stared at the white skin of her breasts, where apparently
her bikini top had prevented her tanning. I lowered my mouth to her erect
pink nipples, each in turn, and kissed them in greeting, welcoming her firm
breasts into my life. I guessed she was about a 34C. Small breasts, but
firm and high, with small nipples and aureoles. She moaned as I sucked them
into my mouth, then licked them hard with the rough surface of my tongue. I
felt her fingers running through my short blonde hair, digging her
fingernails into my scalp each time my touch on her nipples jolted her. It
hurt a little, but it was worth it. I felt my pussy wetting more and more
as she scratched me.

I could smell her scent, too, as her pussy obviously responded to our
foreplay. Her hips wiggling against the seat of the sofa betrayed her
feelings. I lifted my head up from her breasts, and saw a slightly dazed
look in Trish's eyes. She had already given herself over to my lovemaking,
and was simply responding to my initiatives. I looked intently at her, now,
and brushed back her hair from her forehead roughly, then planted kisses
across her sweet face. "Ohh, god, kiss me, kiss my lips," she moaned as I
avoided her full, sweet lips. Finally, she forced her lips onto mine to
sate the hunger that lay upon her.

We kissed, then, lover to lover, and I dominated her delicious mouth with
my tongue, tasting her mouth and licking her saliva, as she drooled with
pleasure. She reached over to strip off my shirt, which was button
front. She furiously began unbuttoning, quickly exposing my white satiny
bra. Trish looked exasperated, and said, "God, I want your tits, I want you
naked, I want to suck you!" She reached behind me and quickly unsnapped my
bra, which fell to my lap. She cooed over my breasts, and my nipples. She
lowered her mouth to suck me, and I felt electric tingles as she lapped at,
and nibbled on, my sensitive nipples.

I reached down to her shorts to unsnap the top button. She pulled in her
stomach to allow me access, so I quickly undid the copper rivet. I pulled
apart the fabric, which caused the zipper to come undone, then I began
wrestling the shorts off her. Trish helped by raising her hips off the
sofa, and her shorts came off easily. She looked so cute, then, wearing
only flowered cotton panties, that I wanted to admire her more closely. I
gently pushed Trish back onto the sofa, then lowered myself to my knees
between her trim thighs. I moved her legs apart slightly, then brought my
face close to the fabric covering her crotch.

I could see her pubic bush pushing out the cotton of her panties above her
wet slit, which was marked on the panties by a large wet spot directly in
contact with her labia. The fabric was pulled up into the slit of her
vagina, as she had done that while rubbing herself. I reached onto her
panty covered labia, and gently pulled the fabric out of her crotch, then
brought my hands to the elastic waistband to pull them completely off
her. "No, wait," she gasped. "I want to do you, too!"

I stood up, and Trish unbuttoned the snap of my skirt, quickly pulling it
off my hips to the floor. I had on white satin panties in a bikini cut, a
little racier than her cotton panties, but I thought she was adorable. "Do
you like them?" I asked.

"I'll like them more when they're off you, baby," she replied. I giggled,
then pushed her back lengthwise on the sofa, and arranged myself next to
her, so that my head was at her hips, and her head at mine. "Umm, a 69,"
she said. "I'm going to like you," she purred. I lay on top of Trish,
resting on my elbows and knees, and began nuzzling the wet crotch of
Trish's panties. Her cunt's perfume was highly intoxicating, and I found my
mouth watering at the smell.

"Ohh, god, Trish, your cunt is so hot!" I exclaimed. My fingers pulled the
crotch of her panties to one side, and I looked at her pussy for the first
time. A thick bush of naturally blonde hair at the top of her cunt, just
above her clitoris, and a few hairs running along the sides of her labia,
thinning out to nothing by her ass. Thin labia, but swelling up as the area
filled with passion. The interior of her young pussy was glistening with
her lubrication, and I could see it seeping out to run down towards her
ass.  Meanwhile, she was equally busy with my puss, and had already invaded
my hole with her tongue, after similarly pulling my panties aside. "Ohh,
yeah, baby, that's SO good!" I moaned.

Trish responded by saying, or moaning, something, but I wasn't sure what,
as we were both half delirious with passion, and her tongue was pretty far
up inside my tight hole. We both set to lapping each other's hole, and as
we did, worked our panties off. I got a special thrill in feeling the
smooth, unflawed skin of Trish's muscular thighs and calves, as I slowly
pulled her panties off her slim hips and down her legs. Trish let her
fingers go to my ass, as she pulled my panties off my hips, then let them
stay halfway down my thighs. With one hand she separated my ass cheeks, and
with the other she first circled my anus, then plunged her middle finger
in, when she saw how wet my ass hole was from my pussy lubrication.

I gasped when I felt the thrill of her digital penetration of my tight, hot
ass. "Ohh, Trish, god, fuck me there!" I said. I hadn't felt thar pleasure
in so long. Trish began fucking my ass in earnest, and gently nibbling at
my clit. "Uhh, uhh, uhh," was all I could manage to get out, as sensations
coursed throughout me. "Uhh, fuck, fuck. Fuck me Trish, I love it, I love
you!"

I redoubled my lapping at her clit, and took it between my lips, gently
squeezing it there, while licking the tip. Ohh, nice, nice, yes, yes, yes
YESSSS!" Trish exclaimed as she came, and bucked her hips up into my
face. I rode her movements out, not letting go of her delicious clitoris,
and now bringing my hands to her ass, to mimic what she'd done with me. As
my finger eased into her wet, hot ass hole for the first time, she came yet
again, and I, too came again as I thought how nasty I was with a finger
inside another woman's tight ass, bringing her pleasure.

We both eventually slowed our attentions to each other's body, as we were
overcome with lethargy from our lovemaking. I got up shakily, and turned my
self around, so that I lay face to face with Trish. Her arm was slightly
pinned under my body, and I felt her hand lazily stroking my wet bush, clit
and vaginal opening. "Hi, lover, was that good for you?" I teased.

"You fuck good," Trish grunted out. "You fucked me real good," she
elaborated. "I want to fuck some more, later, but only with you," she
said. We nuzzled each other, lips close together, and kissed lazy kisses of
each other. We slept, I guess for about a half hour, and finally roused
ourselves awake.

We sat up, looking sleepily at each other. I said, "So you're a lesbian,
huh?" Trish stared at me, then giggled, saying, "Uhh, yeah. Want to make
something of it?"

"What are we going to do now?" I said.

"What do you mean?" Trish asked.

"I'm a married woman. But I love you Trish, I think," I responded.

"And you promised that you wouldn't hurt me, Jesse. I felt something
earlier, aside from the sex, I mean," Trish reminded me.

"I know, I felt it too. God, it's a mess. I went out looking for a zipless
fuck, and all of a sudden I'm in love with you," I said. "I know we'll work
it out, for now I just want to be with you."

Trish smiled, and said, "Yes, we WILL work it out. But you need time. Time
to think, time to understand your feelings..."

"God, I LOVE you!" I blurted out.

Trish kissed the tip of my nose. "I love you, too," she said, and began
dressing. I enjoyed watching her put on her clothes nearly as much as had
enjoyed undressing her. I began dressing, too, and when we were both ready,
we embraced. "Got to go, babe," Trish said. "I'll call you soon. If you
need me before then, call me, any time, day or night, okay?"

I watched her as she walked down the steps to her car. I sat down to wait
for Robert.


Did you like this? Should Jesse deal with her situation? My goodness, she
IS in a pickle!