Date: Sun, 9 Mar 2008 00:50:53 -0000
From: A P Gilmore <apgilmore@crashnburn1.demon.co.uk>
Subject: Internet Incest Chat (Lesbian / Incest, F/F)

About 2 months ago my daughter asked for her own computer and internet
connection in her room.  She simply was tired of sharing mine, especially
if she wanted some private time.  This got me worried, I did want to trust
her but it seemed like a strange reason.

"What do you mean private?"

"Well I like to chat, and I am 19.  Just sometimes a meet someone on a chat
site and things get a little hot.  But knowing that you could walk in at
anytime just seems to dampen the mood."  Was that all, I had myself played
a little with the chat sites, so knew that having the computer in my room
would not give her that privacy as most of the time, I would come into the
room without knocking and kick her off if I wanted to use it.  So for being
honest, she deserved a present.

"I was saving to buy you a laptop for your 21st, but I was also planning on
getting a new car.  But I could buy you laptop now and get the car later,
but it would mean your 21st birthday present is very early."

"Thank you mom, I love you, I want the laptop now if that would be ok with
you, sorry about your car, but if you really don't mind I would love a
laptop.  Thank you."  And she gave me a big hug.  So I went to the shop
with Sophie and she picked out a laptop, actually I was surprised how cheap
they were, when I started to think of buying a laptop for Sophie, I assumed
they would be much more expensive, but Sophie picked out the cheapest one
which cost less $300, reconditioned.  I said she could get something
better, but she argued that it was just for a bit of work and the internet.
The man at the shop helped me out on how to share the internet and I
brought a router, that the laptop would wirelessly pick up the internet.
Once home and Sophie and I got the router working, a very happy Sophie had
her own computer and all the privacy she needed.  I was happy for her, but
over the next month I saw less and less of her.  She became a chat addict,
and with no husband around since he left 2 years ago, I had no one except
the people in the chat rooms to talk too.  But now I felt I needed human
contact.  Since my divorce all I did was moan about how I was too old to
date anymore, I had little friends and was quite shy around people.  So
when I started chatting I found my fill, but I still allowed a few hours a
day to be with Sophie.  She had decided not to attend college just yet, as
she had found a job she enjoyed and would soon be earning more money than
her father she said, but at the moment it was an apprenticeship.  I worked
in the kitchen of a local restaurant.  My cooking skills were limitless and
the Chef was impressed, I worked from lunch to dinner, working 12pm to 8pm,
then giving me enough time at home to spend with Sophie during our own
dinner and a late night of chatting.

So after a month I decided maybe it is time to meet someone, I was more
comfortable to talk on the internet rather than face to face and if someone
I enjoyed talking too would meet face to face eventually, then who knows
where it might lead.  So while I chatted I began to hint that I was single
and looking for a date.  I was very discrete, so not to look desperate.  I
found a general chat site that offered people the chance to talk to people
in certain counties or areas close by.  It was general, which means they
could be either male or female.  It must have been about a week before I
was chatting to someone who could be a perfect candidate, RosePetal01.  She
approached me first.

RosePetal01: Hi Cheffette04.

Cheffette04: Hi RosePetal01

RosePetal01: Ive been reading ur comments, u seem sad and lonely.

Cheffette04: Is it really that obvious, I was trying to be discrete.

RosePetal01: I could feel ur words, maybe u were looking 4 some1 who
understood u.

Cheffette04: So do you understand me?

RosePetal01: I would like to think so, maybe we could talk in private?

I agreed and I invited to talk privately.

RosePetal01: This should be much better, so do u want to tell me about u.

Cheffette04: Well as you can tell I am a chef, and female, anything else I
will only give later if I feel comfortable.

RosePetal01: Sorry, did not mean to get personal.

Cheffette04: Don't be, you only asked a question, I was being honest not
hurt.  Can you tell me a little about yourself?

RosePetal01: I am female also, young, single and female.  So why are u sad,
is it because u are lonely or something else.

Cheffette04: Do you want the short or long version.

RosePetal01: I really want to know u chefie, so tell me whatever you want,
how ever long it takes.

Cheffette04: Thank you petal, it is nice to finally be able to talk about
my problems.

RosePetal01: A problem shared is a problem halved, they say.

Cheffette04: Where to start.  My husband left me some years ago, and until
then I was a housewife and mother, that is all I have done since I left
school.  But now I am alone, no real friends but want to try and meet
someone.  My kids are no longer here so it is just me, I did not plan for
this, my husband met someone younger, same old story and left.  I feel like
someone in the bottom of the toilet, my ex just pulled the chain and I have
just been spinning around the bottom for the last few years.  But I want,
no need someone to help me out, give me something to look forward to,
because my job though good, is only something I do for money and a
distraction, I need someone in my life.  So have been chatting recently to
find someone.

RosePetal01: I don't know if I can help u with the dating part, but I would
be interested to be ur friend.  I used to get on with my family, but I just
felt so lost and lonely myself.

Cheffette04: Have you tried dating?

RosePetal01: Yes, but every guy I meet seems to missing something and I
either get bored early on or the sex is really bad.

Cheffette04: lol, I used to think my husband was good, as I had no one else
to compare it too, but when he left I got a vibrator, then I realised I was
certainly fooled by him, men just have no skill in the bedroom.

RosePetal01: Tell me about it, maybe we should date, it might at least be
fun.

Cheffette04: Are you being serious?

RosePetal01: A little, until now it was an idea, but if u ever think u
might be interested 2 meet, then who knows.

Cheffette04: Wow, I never thought about being with a woman, I would like to
think I am honest, so I am not entirely shocked by thought, but it makes me
feel uncomfortable.

RosePetal01: Sorry, I did not mean to do that.

Cheffette04: Again, don't be sorry, ever, I appreciate your honesty and
candour, it will be nice to get to know you, and if we get more comfortable
on the subject, maybe what we both need is a woman and not another crappy
guy.

RosePetal01: Ok, let's see where it might lead and if we are more
comfortable we could give each other personal information.

So there it was our first chat and certainly not our last, we chatted for
the next several works, always between 10 till late.  We seemed to like
each so much, we discussed things in the news and little snippets of
information about each other, likes and dislikes.  We just seemed to click
and I was getting really close to maybe meeting this person, who knows.

I know what happens next, but when I look back on things now, certain
events make more sense.  So before I return to the chat I had with
RosePetal01 that night, let me mention a chat I had with Sophie during
dinner.

"Dinner was good as normal mom, thank you."  All through dinner she seemed
distracted, her smile forced when she thanked me for dinner.

"Sophie, what is wrong you seem unhappy, or like something is bothering
you? For the past month I have not seen you without a smile on your face."

"I am sorry mom, I am just, erm, I want."  She blew a long breath, getting
her thoughts in order. "I can be honest with you, and you won't judge me
for what I might say?"

"Sophie what ever you tell me is by your choice alone, and it is also your
choice on how you decide to enjoy you life, no matter what other people
might say, including me.  But I would like to think that you can tell me
anything, so if you want to talk?"  Now I feel like a real idiot writing
this, because before I say what happens next, if I was not having a one
track mind about looking forward to chatting with RosePetal01, and paid
more attention to my daughter, I might have picked up on a few clues, maybe
several, but as it is, until later in the story, I just did my best as a
mother to be there, as a mother.

"I have met someone on the internet, and I plan on asking them to meet."

"Are you nervous about asking or meeting?"

"Both, the problem is that they are older, about your age I think and it is
a woman."

"Oh."  That was all I could think of to say.  I had the same thoughts about
RosePetal01, I really wanted to meet her, but her age, mainly our age
difference put me off.  Our chats were just amazing and I really felt like
RosePetal01 was my best friend.  But I wanted to start talking more
personally, chatting was easy as you did not care what the other person
really thought about what you told them, you could not see there face, but
now we were getting closer as people, I really wanted a more personal chat,
face to face.  The fact that we were both woman, was hiding in the back of
my brain, but Sophie had brought it too the front part and now I was
wondering how I would feel about being with a woman.  "Have you been with
woman before, I mean are you telling me you are a lesbian?"

"Honestly, I really don't know.  Since me and this woman started chatting
and I suggested that we could meet, even though we are both woman, the idea
is more and more appealing.  I have noticed I look at woman more when they
come into the shop and have even started to masturbate thinking about
woman, so I might be a lesbian.  Does that upset you?"

"No not really, in fact, now that you mention it, I have noticed the same
thing.  Maybe we both have just tried to hide it to ourselves.  Even though
I had you Sophie, the greatest thing I ever did, I might have made a
mistake with your father."

"So do you think I should meet this woman?"

"Whatever you want to do, do it for yourself, I cannot tell you what to do.
But if you want my advice, try it, see what it's like, maybe I should meet
a woman, even at my age I still could offer somebody something."  If
RosePetal01 taught me anything, it was to not be negative about myself.  I
put myself down a lot, like when RosePetal01 apologized a lot.  We both
learnt to be more forthright.  So lately I felt that no matter what, I was
a kind person with a great personality and if people did not like the way I
looked and could not see the person I am, then it is there loss.  Plus I
was guessing people would say no, but RosePetal01 reminded me also that we
are our own worst enemies, especially when we try and guess what other
people might think of us, especially when most of the time we are so wrong.
I was 41, I still had a trim figure, except the couple of pounds that
showed around my stomach, that I had lately been unable to shift; my
breasts were smallish, smaller before I had Sophie.  But thanks to there
size, they had remained pretty sturdy, less weight to make them sag.  I had
long, straight brown hair, with a few specks of grey showing, and was 5'4".
Sophie sometimes mentioned when trying to get me to go out and date, that I
was better looking than most 40 year old actresses, who all had to have
plastic surgery to keep them looking good.  Now that's a compliment.

"Thanks for the advice mom, I think I will go to my bedroom now."  I bid
Sophie goodnight and tidied the kitchen.  I poured a class of wine and went
to my room.  It was still 9.30, so decided to play some solitaire before
meeting RosePetal01 online at 10.

RosePetal01: Hi C, been waiting for an hour to talk.

Cheffette04: Hi P, must be important.  What's up?

RosePetal01: I feel very close to u, I think about u all day and have been
nervous today, I want 2 meet u.

Cheffette04: Wow, now I feel nervous.  Been thinking about you a lot lately
as well.  But I realised that as I have been making friends with you,
feeling closer to you more and more each time we chat, I have been ignoring
the fact you are a woman, and that makes me really nervous about meeting
you.

RosePetal01: So me being a woman makes u afraid 2 meet me?

Cheffette04: No, not really, it is the realisation that if we meet and we
like each other as much in person as we do by chatting, I may have wasted
more than half my life with a man, when I should have been with a woman.
It would make me feel a little stupid and ignorant.

RosePetal01: Don't think like that c, u may not be gay, if we do find we
like each other more as friends, I might be the only woman you will ever
like in that way.

Cheffette04: I know but, somebody mentioned something today, and I think
that maybe I am gay.

RosePetal01: We should meet then, as we are both new to this, we at least
will be less nervous knowing neither of us have no experience in this.  If
we are compatible, then we can discover things together.

Cheffette04: But what about my age, maybe you should try with someone
younger.

RosePetal01: Again, please don't think so little of urself.  I like u, not
ur age or beauty, but I do think u are probably very beautiful, both inside
and out.  I like more mature people anyway, and our chats have been fun,
interesting and the best I have ever had with a person, other than my mom.

Cheffette04: Ok, before I change my mind, where and when?

RosePetal01: I don't want to force u, if u feel unsure; maybe we should
wait till u are ready.

Cheffette04: Don't let my nervousness ruin this, I really do feel it is
time to meet; the apprehension of it all is what bothers me.  Really.  When
and where?

RosePetal01: Ok, tomorrow night, 8pm, dinner.  Travoli's in town, I will
book under the name, Petal.  I will also wear a red rose to help you spot
me.

Cheffette04: Ok, then p, will leave for now, but can't wait to meet you
tomorrow.  Night.

And now I slept, nervously, planning in my head the scenario's for tomorrow
night, what to wear kept my mind awake mostly.  Nothing that says I am
interested, nothing that says I have no style, nothing that shows I am a
mother that has never dated since the 80's, when disco was still a term
people used.  So the next day, I called in sick and went shopping, for 4
hours.  I went in every clothes shop and shoe store I could find, picking
up several different outfits and a few pair of shoes.  I even went into a
lingerie shop and picked up something fresh, modern and nice, just in case
things led further, not that I was planning on sleeping with Petal on the
first night.  But the thought still occurred that we had dated for the last
3 weeks and that tonight could be classed as the 3rd date, which was a rule
I set with my ex all those years ago, as a time in which if we were ready
we would and did have sex.  When I got home Sophie was not home and left a
note on the kitchen table.

Mom

Decided to meet that person, wish me luck.  Will be out all night, so don't
make me dinner.

Love

Sophie

Well that saves me an excuse as to why I am going out tonight.  So I went
upstairs and grabbed a shower.  Once out I dried and spent the next 30
minutes wrapped in a towel, doing my hair and make-up.  Once I felt ready,
I put on the new underwear, a white pair of French panties and a lacy bra.
I was planning on wearing tights, but after shaving my legs, they seemed
good without them.  I also shaved my vagina; I felt that to feel younger
would be to do the one thing everyone else was doing now.  I maybe naive
but I knew something about looking nice and sexy.  It did feel nice when I
put on the panties, my bare lips rubbing slightly against the material.  I
chose a knee length black dress.  I looked in the mirror and was amazed at
how different I looked and felt.  I looked sexy and almost changed outfits,
so as not to give my date the wrong impression, but I decided that for once
I was just going to go with it.  Tonight I was going to live a little and
just see where the evening took me.  No matter what, I was going to try and
have fun, and if it ended with having sex with a woman for the first time,
so be it, I was not going to feel nervous tonight, and I did not want to be
alone anymore.

I arrived at 8 preciously and told the woman at the door that I had a
reservation for 2 under the name Petal.  She told me my companion had
already arrived and was seated.  So I was led to our table.  When I arrived
I spotted the red rose pinned to her blouse, but it was when I looked at
her shocked face that I sat down after almost fainting.

"Mom."  Sophie said.  I was too stunned to talk; luckily the waiter came
and asked us if we wanted anything to drink.  I still had not said anything
so Sophie ordered a bottle of red wine, but before he left I asked for a
double scotch, no ice.  I just stared at Sophie, still unable to think or
say anything, while she seemed more and more nervous and scared.  I was
just too shocked for words.  While I waited I went over everything in my
head that we had talked about both together in person at dinner and while
chatting.  There were clues but I was just too lonely to pick up that they
were the same person.  Our drinks arrived and I drank the scotch in one
gulp, while Sophie poured us both a glass of wine.  Sophie drank her wine
in one go, and then got up to leave.

"Don't leave Sophie."  I pleaded, my eyes showing how sorry I was that I
had given her the idea that I did not want her here.  She sat back down,
while I poured her another glass.  "I am sorry; I guess you can understand
how shocked I am."  She nodded.  "Did you know?"  This upset her.

"Do you think I would have let it get this far if I knew, how could you
think I would do something like that, I thought you knew me better than
that."  She seemed angry now; maybe this was her way of hiding the shock
she herself must have felt.

"I so sorry, it was just a question.  It just came out wrong, sorry."  This
calmed her.

"Me too, you simply asked a question and were honest enough asking it.
Maybe I am the one that did not listen.  So what now, I guess maybe we
should just go home and forget this ever happened."  She had given me a way
out, but my daughter obviously had a reason to find someone on the
internet, like me, were we so different.  Was it me that had lost Sophie to
the internet, or was it Sophie who had lost me.  Before I got the internet
in my room we spent a lot of time together, but once I got online I was
hooked and spent less and less time with her.

"No, don't go, let's enjoy our meal.  I think we both need to talk, not
just about our chatting to each other online, but what we both have lost
since I got the internet, specifically each other.  I think that meeting
online and meeting tonight, just confirmed how important we are to each
other and how much we need each other at home.  Not sexually, but we both
needed each other for guidance and support.  I needed help to move on from
your father and to make friends and you as to how to be an adult, getting
help to find the right person for you."

"Maybe, let's order first then talk."  So we both ordered our meals and
started to discuss where we both got lost.  When I got the internet I
started to chat more, Sophie felt it was important for me to meet new
people, but when she felt her mother needed space as well as Sophie needing
private time on the internet.  That was when she asked for her own
computer.  I explained that I did want to meet new people, but that I felt
I lost Sophie once she got her own computer.  We both admitted our mistakes
to each other and we began to tell each other how we wanted things to be
from now on and how to move forward.  This is where things really changed
between us.

"Mom, can I tell you that tonight you look extremely beautiful."

"Thank you, Sophie."

"Did you plan on having sex with me tonight?"  She asked nervously.

"Well, not you specifically, but if the date had turned out ok, yes I think
I would have."

"But you did meet me, RosePetal01, your petal, so does that mean we will
have sex now?"  Where was this coming from, it seemed like she was
forgetting I am her mother and we would have sex when we got home.  This
was not going to happen.

"No.  I am your mother; there will nothing more between us than rebuilding
a relationship that has lost it's way since your father left."  Hers eyes
suddenly welled up with tears.

"But I don't want a mother; I want someone I can share my life with,
someone I have fallen in love with, both body and mind over the last month.
I want my chefie.  I may or may not be gay, but I know what I like.  I love
you so much, you have given me so much, but I am an adult now and I get to
chose my own life and make my own mistakes.  Of the entire woman I have
seen, I think you are the most beautiful, and lately I have found myself
comparing all women to you, a spot nobody could ever fill but you.  I may
have at some point always seen you as just my mom, but lately since
chatting to you, I have seen you in a different light as I do to most
women.  So if I could choose right now what I wanted.  I would want to go
home with you and make love to you."  She was really crying now and could
not look at me, she seemed shamed and embarrassed and with that she just
got up and left before I had a chance to stop her.  I managed to pay for
the meal and get outside, just as Sophie was getting in a cab.  She gave
the name of a motel, but I jumped in the cab with her and gave the driver
our home address instead.  Once we arrived home I asked Sophie to sit down
please, while I get us a drink.  I returned with two glasses of wine.

"What you said before you left was the truth wasn't it, do you really feel
that strongly about me?"

"Yes, I was being honest."

"You know as a mother I should give you what you want.  A parent is usually
willing to give there child anything they want in order for them to be
happy.  And even though I will not deny that the idea of having sex with
you interests me, part of me feels disgusted with thinking that way.  You
have put me in a very bad situation."

"I am sorry mom, I was just being honest."

"I know, and please don't be sorry for that, ever.  Did you have sexual
feelings for me before or after chatting?"

"I am not sure, probably after, when I got to know you as a person."

"In all my life, you have been the only one who ever complimented me, made
me feel happy about myself.  Your father never did that unless he wanted
sex, and that was not very often.  When I dressed for tonight I decided
that whatever happens tonight, I would let happen.  And I am sure you would
never force me do anything I do not want to.  So for tonight we will have
sex.  Maybe it is wrong, but only we will know, and even if the idea
disgusts me in my mind, my heart and body are both telling me to do it.
But before you agree or disagree I want you to get ready for bed and think
about what will happen tomorrow.  Because once we go forward with this,
there will be no going back.  It may become too uncomfortable for us to
continue living under the same roof, we may even avoid each other and then
never talk again.  I want to think we can be both open minded about this,
but please think about it.  I will be in my room waiting.  Wake me if you
need to."  I got up and kissed her on her forehead and left the room,
heading upstairs to my room.  I took off the dress but kept the bra and
panties on as I got into bed.  I felt I had made the wrong choice, but I
also knew that second guessing myself was both wrong and too late.  It was
about 10 minutes later when my bedroom door opened.  My bedside lamp was
on, giving me enough light to see Sophie step into the room, naked.  I have
never seen Sophie naked like this, not since she was about 11, and although
when I was younger and saw my own mother naked I have never seen a woman
naked ever.  I admit now, if I had a type, Sophie was it, and even though
she was my daughter and I was biased.  For the first time I was looking not
at my daughter but a beautiful, sexy, mature adult.  She literally took my
breath away.  She had larger breasts than me, not much but they fit her
perfectly, she was not slim, a size 12, but again it suited her.  Her hips
were larger, curvy and her pubic area was small and trimmed neatly.  She
was still stood there waiting for me to say something, but I was still
stunned.  She again got nervous and turned to leave.

"Magnificent."  I said as I finally got to see what her ass looked like.
She turned to me and smiled, I then patted the spot beside me in the bed.
Right now I knew I was wet, I was more turned on and excited than anytime
in my life Now if I had second thoughts before, there were gone now,
because soon I was going to make love to the most beautiful woman I had
ever seen.  Once she got into bed she laid on her side while I was still on
my back, probably waiting for me to make the next move.  She didn't have to
wait long as turned over towards her, my body on top of hers, our heights
matched perfectly as I looked straight in her eyes.  The smile on her face
was so bright, she looked so happy.  I am sure mine matched hers perfectly
too.  "Sophie you are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes on, you
are the most precious thing to me in the world, if I knew one thing in the
world, it is that if ever I was going to trust someone with my heart and my
love, you would be my first choice.  In life we get limited chances at
being happy, and if I could feel for the rest of my life the feelings I am
having right now, laid on top of you, then I would be very happy, but like
you I too want more.  I would be honoured to make love to you and share my
love for you."  She raised her hand to caress my face, her fingers tracing
the contours, around my eyes, my nose and finally my lips.  I opened my
lips and she slid a few fingers inside, I sucked and licked them.

"I want you so much, I love you mom."

"Why don't you call me Amy?"

"Because I am not ashamed to make love to my mom.  Are you?"

"No, never, I just want this to be about two adults, both women both in
love.  I mean I don't go around calling you daughter, I just think of you
as Sophie and was hoping you would see me as Amy.  You can still call me
mom if you want?"

"No, it's a good idea, thanks Amy, love you."

"Love you too Sophie, my rose petal."  And I leaned down to kiss her.  When
our lips met, it was magical, and I was so lost in the feeling that I did
not realise that I was moaning, very loudly.  This turned on Sophie so much
that the slow love making, I thought we had planned was gone, now it turned
into raw, passionate sex.  No holds barred.  Sophie reached around back to
unsnap my bra, and then flipped me over on to my back.  Her lips mashed
tightly against mine as she kissed me roughly, and very hot I might add,
and then thrust her tongue into my mouth forcibly.  It was unexpected as I
moaned louder into her mouth.  I felt her vagina rub against my thigh to
get attention.  But I moved my leg away so as to give my hand room.  I
could tell she was really ready; apart from her hard kisses, her wetness
was a very clear sign.  I shoved 3 fingers straight into her slit and began
to roughly bring her off.  She rolled onto her back pulling me on top of
her to give me more room.  Her legs were as far apart as they would go, I
slipped my panty covered vagina on to her thigh, not only to get some
stimulation for myself, but to also hold her down, it was going to be one
rough and wild ride.  I was kissing her neck roughly, licking, nibbling,
leaving many marks on her neck.  All the while my hand working real hard to
get her off.  Before I moved down to suck her tits.  I looked down.  I
could see my hand working and watched as my fingers moved in and out of
her.  But I could also see Sophie's fingers giving her clitoris a vigorous
rub.  My eyes returned to her tits, I picked the left to start with and
tried to take the whole tit in my mouth, then I pulled away, my teeth
grazing her skin roughly, it drove Sophie wild as she started to move hips
harder to the rhythm of my fingers.  This made me moan louder as her thigh
was rubbing faster and harder, getting me closer to an orgasm I needed
soon.  I had finshied with her left tit and moved to the erect nipple on
her right as I nibbled on it.  Her wetness was getting more and more
noticeable, especially when I added a fourth finger.  Sophie was moaning
louder and so was I, we were both getting close so I moved up to look at
her face as I made her come.  She had her eyes closed but I could see her
face was concentrating on the wondrous feelings I must be giving her,
because I was feeling the same as I pressed and moved harder against
Sophie's thigh.

"Oh Sophie, cum for me baby, I want you to cum.  Oh god I am nearly there
baby."

"I can feel you, I can feel you wetness, oh fuck Amy, harder, faster, I'm
so close."

And with that we remained silent except for the moans that soon turned into
screams as we both had our orgasms.  Actually they were more like
explosions as I had never felt anything so amazing in my life.  If we
continued this after tomorrow, I would never need a vibrator again.  I
think we passed out rather than fell asleep, but we did sleep and woke up
in almost the exact same position, except Sophie was holding me tightly
against her.

"Amy are you awake?"

"Yes, just about.  God that was amazing, your thigh was amazing."

"I could say the same about your fingers, but I am afraid that I need a
piss, all that wine tonight as finally filled my bladder."  I could feel
myself needing the toilet too, so I rolled off her, slowly easing my
fingers out of her vagina.  "God my pussy feels rough, but I would not have
it any other way."  She said before kissing me, nicely and with less
tongue, it was a warm loving kiss, and I loved it.  My lips were a bit
sore, but I could kiss like this for a while.  But soon it ended as she ran
into the bathroom.  I could hear her pissing from here.  I got out of bed,
my bra falling from my arms.  I was about to cover up, but decided instead
to just leave it.  I walked into the bathroom, Sophie sat there finishing
off.  She looked up and saw more, giving my body a good look.  She seemed
excited by what she saw, because it took her a minute to wipe herself.
Just to tease her a little, ok a lot, I turned around bent over and slid my
panties down, giving her a good view I hope.  It was when I heard her moan
that got me to turn around and stand in front of her completely naked.  She
stopped playing with herself and stood up from the toilet.  She smiled as
she moved past me, rubbing herself against my body in a slow and gentle
pass, before giving my ass a light slap.  I laughed and sat on the toilet
to relieve myself.  Once a felt ready, I returned naked to my bed, Sophie
waiting.

"So, that was a bit rough, very unexpected."  I said.

"I know, I think it was just we were both experiencing a blow-out, with all
the shit sex we both have had, we needed each so much.  I think once your
lips touched mine, I was instantly ready to explode and just wanted to cum
so much and so hard, that I just lost it."

"Well I am not complaining, I enjoyed it too, but maybe next time we could
possibly take it more slowly and gently, I really want to make love to you,
and as the term states it means love, not fuck each other brains out."

"When will next time be?"

"Right now if you don't mind?"  She nodded in agreement as I got in bed and
back on top of her as we began to kiss gently.  What happened next is
between Sophie and I, so I am sorry if I did not write about more sex, but
I felt our first time showed how much we needed each other.  So what
happened next?  We both had the day off, so through the day we slept and
when we woke up, we continued having sex or making love, whatever we were
in the mood for.  Once we got out of bed and shared a wonderful shower with
each other, life had to return back to normal, well as normal as we could.
We spent the next few weeks talking things over, but occasionally when we
were lonely and needed each other, we would go to each others beds and make
love or just lay next to each other.  We took it slow as we decided what to
do.  But eventually we understood that what we had was special, and rather
than talk about it and study it, we just let happen, happen.  Tomorrow was
always another day, and we were happy with they ways things were, so why
change it.