Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 22:49:03 -0600
From: mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com
Subject: Alternative version of "A Moist Date"

For some who are not into certain "scenes", I've re-written the story a bit
and ask your indulgence--I've received a variety of feedback, both
complimentary and critical. But hey, different strokes, as they say...

One disclaimer I neglected to note before, is that this should be read by
those over 18 only, and those who are not offended by heated sexual
activity between two women.  And I mean heated...

A Moist  Date.. Part One A, the Alternative Version

It started very simply.  Monica had never been asked on a date by a woman
before, let alone one as beautiful as Jennifer.  They had worked in the
same firm for quite some time.  Monica had noticed Jennifer from time to
time, admiring her clothes, her style, and her body.  Of course, she was no
slouch either.  Monica was 5"3', an hour-glass figure, firm, tight ass,
large and heavy breasts (about a 34 DD) and a very sensual face.  Her full
lips were always painted a glossy bright red.  Long thick blond hair hung
to her shoulders.  She also appreciated fine clothing, and wore the most
flattering styles to her body.  She was partial to short skirts, tight yet
tailored blouses, and the latest high heel platform shoes and boots.  But
Jennifer was just if not more sensual.  The same height and shape, with
huge, very firm breasts.  They must have been 36 DD's!  Her hair was very
deep brown and her facial features were very Latin.  Her lips were even
fuller than Monica's.  And she was partial to dark, Goth-like make up.  The
one thing they both had in common, along with a fine taste in clothes, was
their very thin waists, hips and legs yet very large breasts and round
asses.  Now, Monica new what secret she had for keeping such a trim figure
without working out, and she wondered how Jennifer did it.  Perhaps she'd
find out in a private moment with her.

The big question had come out of the blue.  Monica had just broken it off
with her boyfriend of several months, and Jennifer was seeing someone
steadily.  That was one reason why Monica was surprised when Jennifer
approached her after hours by the water cooler when no one was around.
After a small round of small talk, Jennifer said, " Hey, I hope you don't
think I'm being too forward but I was wondering if you were busy for dinner
Friday night?  I kinda like your style, Monica, and I thought we might have
some fun together.  What do you think?"  Jennifer gazed deeply into
Monica's eyes.

"Oh, umm, well.. Is this like just hanging out like friends, or are you
actually asking me out on a date?"  Monica felt awkward at first, but was
rapidly warming to the idea of her first date with another woman,
especially someone as sexy as Jennifer.  Those lips were magnetic, and her
breasts were straining behind the silk of Jennifer's blouse.

"Well, if you're interested," Jennifer looked around quickly to make sure
no one was around yet, "I'd like to make it a date.  I know that you know
I've been seeing John, but I'd like to get to know you better and thought
we could make a night of it.  I don't know if you're into girls at all, but
I've been very bi for a long time, and I thought you might be interested."
Jennifer slowly licked her painted lips.  She moved alittle closer to the
blond, just enough for their mutually huge breasts to slightly graze.  The
sudden contact was electric.

Monica began feeling a warmth spreading from between her legs.  The
prospect of a date with Jennifer was turning her on.  She couldn't believe
how much.  Especially when Jennifer reached out and took her hand,
intertwining fingers with long, painted nails.  The sultry brunette began
to massage the blond's fingers.  "Yeah, okay, sure, why not?"  Monica heard
herself say as the heat spread.  She stroked Jennifer's fingers in return.
"I've never been on a date with a girl before, but I guess you're, uh,
inspiring me.  Let's just keep it between us to see how things go.  But I'm
game."  She was feeling more than game.  She noticed the other girl's
tongue moistening her lips and began to wonder what it would be like to
taste that lipstick on her own.

Jennifer smiled, looked around quickly, then suddenly leaned forward, and
gave Monica a quick yet moist kiss on the lips.  But then she just as
quickly ran her tongue across Monica's upper lip.  "Ummm, tasty.  This will
be fun.  I gotta run, why don't we meet at Aldo's at 7pm, it's usually
pretty quiet then.  I'll get us a private booth in the back where we can
talk.  Okay?"

Monica was stunned by the sudden kiss and lick.  Yet she recovered enough
to say, "Sure.  That sounds great.  How should I dress?  Dancing after
dinner or movie, or what?"

"Dress slutty.  Let's go dancing afterward.  I feel like a night out.
We'll have some fun."  Jennifer released Monica's hand, put a finger to her
own lips.  She spit a small amount of saliva out, scooped it quickly with
her finger, then placed the finger on Monica's lips, leaving the small,
gooey deposit of spit on the blond's red lips.  In a low voice, she said,
"Here's something of mine to taste, something special.  Enjoy until
Friday."

With that, Jennifer handed her water cup to Monica and winked at her.
Monica watched Jennifer's ass sway as she moved down the hall.  It seemed
to sway just a bit more--for her?  What a surprise!  She felt the small
amount of spit on her lips, and slowly ran her tongue on it, gathered it up
and brought it into her mouth to savor.  It tasted of peppermints.
Jennifer's intimate essence.  Aside from her cum, saliva was the most
erotic bodily fluid the girl could have shared with her.  Except pee, and
she wasn't into that--yet.  Monica rolled it around in her mouth a moment,
then swallowed it.  She looked down at the paper cup in her hand.  It still
hand some water in it, and, better yet, had a burgundy imprint of
Jennifer's lipstick on it.  Monica raised the cup slowly to her mouth, ran
her tongue along the edge that still had the moist lipstick mark, and then
planted her mouth directly on the imprint, savoring the taste of Jennifer's
lipstick and drinking the remaining water.  It was the most sensual
feeling.  It was almost as if she were kissing Jennifer at the time.  But
she had a feeling that would come later.  Now she would day dream of the
coming date.  And tasting more of Jennifer's saliva.  What else would she
be tasting Friday night?

As Monica prepared Friday night, she remembered Jennifer's request to dress
"slutty" for a night out of dinner and dancing.  To accomplish this, and
not wanting to disappoint Jennifer in the least, she squeezed into the
tightest pair of hip-hugger black leather jeans and a tiny red stretch tank
top.  She wore no panties since the pants were so tight and she always
liked the feel of leather against her cunt.  While she wore a lacy bra, she
knew her breasts would be bulging out of the top, and cleavage would be
there for Jennifer to see.  No sense in hiding much, who knows what the
night would bring?  She added a pair of black leather platform high heels
and a short black leather biker jacket.  Her blond hair fell over her
shoulders.  She made sure her long nails were freshly painted the same
bright red as her lipstick, and her eyes were made up in dark, heavy
shades.  The slutty look needed to match her makeup as well.  As she
entered Aldo's, she knew she'd worn the right outfit for her first date
with Jennifer, based upon the ogling of the few men--and a couple of the
women?  But when she saw Jennifer, she was even more impressed.

The gorgeous brunette stood up from the table in the back and waved to her.
As Monica swayed toward the booth, she noticed Jennifer's sultry eyes go
wide as she ogled her body.  However, she knew her eyes went wide too as
she took in Jennifer's outfit.  Her taste for black leather clothing must
have been the same as Monica's because she was wearing an extremely tight
and short mini skirt with a white satin blouse tucked into a wide,
hip-hugging leather belt.  She also wore knee-high black leather platform
boots that accented her legs in a very sensual way.  Her jacket was on the
seat next to her, but it was a matching black leather as well.

"Well, looks like we're the black leather bitches tonight.  Love your
outfit!"  Monica said as she approached her date.  She could feel her
armpits begin to sweat under her leather jacket.  It accentuated the animal
scent of leather that began to surround her.

"Wow, you too!  You look great!"  Jennifer reached out and wrapped her arms
around Monica in a tight hug.  She wanted to feel the blond's leather
jacket against her breasts.  Monica returned the hug, cheek to cheek.  They
lingered for a moment.  Monica could suddenly smell the heady aroma of
their leather clothes, and it felt good to press her thighs to Jennifer's
leather-clad thighs.  They seemed to fit together like a glove.  As her
face was so close to Jennifer's hair, rubbing their cheeks together, she
could feel the warmth of Jennifer's neck.  Still in the hug, Monica backed
her face away and looked Jennifer in the eyes, then at her incredible lips.
She was wearing very heavy makeup, and burgundy lipstick that matched her
long burgundy fingernails.  Monica licked her own lips slowly, moistening
them for a kiss hello.  But she decided to take a more aggressive
initiative.  She remembered the girl's saliva that was left on her lips
last time.

"Hey, that's a great shade of lipstick on you.  Let me taste."  With that,
Monica quickly closed the distance between their faces and slid her tongue
out to run it along Jennifer's lips, without smearing the lipstick.
"Ummmm, yummy.  Good enough to eat!"

Jennifer, surprised at Monica's aggressiveness, smiled and ran her own
tongue over her lips to taste the moisture the blond had left of her
saliva.  It matched the moisture she was feeling between her legs, and was
glad for the leather skirt covering her cunt to keep a wet patch from
forming.  "Well, we'll see.  If you're a good girl, perhaps I'll let you
get a better taste later."  She giggled while they sat across from each
other at the private booth.  Monica removed her jacket and draped it on the
back of the chair, thrusting out her large breasts to impress her date, if
she hadn't already.  She was going to make this a hot date, she had
decided.

They made lots of small talk during dinner.  Monica noticed how much
Jennifer ate.  How did she do that without gaining weight?  She though she
might know, but would ask her later.  They were done with the meal, sipping
several after dinner drinks when Jennifer asked to excuse herself for the
ladies room.  "Do you want to come, Monica?  I'll show you what I do after
my meals.  I have a bit of a ritual."  Did she read Monica's mind about
that question?

"Sure, let's go."  Monica grabbed her purse and followed Jennifer's tight,
mini-skirted ass up the aisle to the bathroom.  She wondered what it would
smell like to have her face pressed up against the leather-covered ass
crack.  She didn't want to lose that scent, so she moved up closely behind
the girl, brushing her ass cheek with the back of her hand.  As she walked,
she then brushed that same hand to her leather-jean-covered crotch.  No one
could see as they walked single file in the back of the restaurant.  Then
she lifted her hand innocently to her nose and sniffed.  It was a heady
aroma of perfume, leather and-- was that a bit of ass smell?  She would
have to check it out later.

It was a fairly small room, but clean and neat, with a lock on the door.
Jennifer locked it behind them, and she placed her pocketbook on the
floor. The smell of leather between the two of them began to permeate the
small room.

"Well, here goes.  I may need your help with this so I don't soil my
blouse.  Will you help?" Jennifer asked as she leaned over the sink.

"Sure, what are you going to do?"  As if she didn't already know.

"Watch."  She proceeded to put two long-nailed fingers into her mouth and
down her throat.  Monica watched, wishing it were her tongue instead of the
fingers.  In a minute, Jennifer began to cough, then a choking sound
emitted from her throat.  Suddenly, she began to convulse a bit, and cough
again.  Her eyes teared up and suddenly some thick mucous began to rise
from both her throat and nostrils.  Monica was transfixed by this.  She was
rapidly becoming very horny, very hot, and didn't quit know what to do.
This sudden intimate activity of Jennifer's in forcing up the contents of
her mucous canals, the intimate contents of her interior, was turning her
on uncontrollably.  It wasn't even vomit yet.  It was a thick white mucous
coming out in dense strings, hanging on Jennifer's fingers, from both her
nose and mouth.  The convulsing sound continued.  Monica got closer to see
if she could help, but also to get a closer look at it.  Saliva spittle
began to mix with the dense mucous, and it stretched in a thick bridge from
Jennifer's mouth, tongue and fingers.  Jennifer looked at Monica's eyes in
the bathroom mirror.  They were both hot.  Both pairs of eyes smoldered as
they stared at each other in accelerating lust.  Monica began rubbing
Jennifer's shoulder with her hand, bending over more and around to come
even closer to Jennifer as she was choking up the combination saliva and
mucous slime.  Jennifer's tongue actually started coming out of her mouth
as she began to lick and play with the gooey substance stretching from her
mouth to her two fingers.  It was an incredibly hot, horny sight.  Monica
wanted to take her right then and there.

Suddenly, Monica lost all restraint.  As she got closer, she was inspired
by this sight.  The combined smell of leather, saliva, perfume and sex
began to fill the small bathroom.  Monica moved her face toward Jennifer's
mouth.  Her tongue slid out of her red-painted lips and wiped across
Jennifer's fingers.  She licked at the mucous and spit, on her way to join
her lips with Jennifer's in a gooey, messy yet passionate soul kiss.
Monica's eyes never closed, and watched first the finger, then the mouth,
then looked directly into Jennifer's eyes as she closed in on her swollen
mouth.  She knew that's what Jennifer wanted.  Monica moaned as the mucous
collected on her tongue from the fingers.  Then she met Jennifer's tongue,
entwined, and slid with it into Jennifer's mouth.  Red-painted lips met
burgundy-painted lips in a gooey, slimy french kiss that burned deeply into
both women.  Tongues began dueling wetly in each other's mouths.  Jennifer
moaned as well, rose slowly from the sink and turned her body to press
against Monica's.  Arms slid slowly and wrapped around each other, pressing
cunt against cunt and breast against breasts.  The blond moved one leg
between the brunette's legs and the sound of leather jeans intimately
rubbing against leather mini skirt filled the small room.  As soon as their
full lips met in a passionate wet kiss, Monica could taste the special
flavor of Jennifer's saliva and mucous.  In their sloppy kiss, Monica's
tongue slipped up to Jennifer's nose.  She sucked in all the slimy whitish
jism that came from her nostrils, savoring the intimate taste.  As they
kissed, they feverishly swapped the spit and mucous slime between their
mouths, chewing at it, sucking more from each other's mouths.  Tongues
intertwined, slid against each other in the gooey, sexy mess.  As Monica
swallowed some of it, it seemed to come up again from Jennifer's mouth.
They were moaning in passion into each other's mouths now, sharing the
intimate contents of Jennifer's mouth and nose.  Monica loved to kiss, and
this first kiss with another woman in this circumstance was the most erotic
thing she had ever done.  Jennifer had been waiting for this moment to
share the ultimate intimacy with this sexy girl.  Now was the time!  They
continued to grind their leather-covered crotches together in hot, sweaty
lust.

To get their mouths as close as possible, they bent their faces slightly
and moved back and forth in kissing passion.  Cheeks hollowed out as
tongues were sucked in and wrestled, running against teeth, gums, and upper
palates.  No trace of food, spit or mucous slime would go unsavored or
licked between the two girls' mouths.  Jennifer had moved her hands down to
massage and squeeze Monica's leather-covered ass cheeks.  Monica had moved
her arms up around Jennifer's neck and plunged her hands into Jennifer's
hair.  They were two women locked in the hottest passion imaginable.
Nothing existed in the world now but these two beautiful women lustfully
swapping mouth fluid and grinding together in the ladies room.

Suddenly, Monica broke the kiss.  She drew her face back a short distance
from Jennifer's as they looked with smoldering eyes into each other's
faces.  While the distance between their mouths was short, thick strings of
mucous and spittle bridged between their lips.  Burgundy and red lipstick
had been smeared on each other's lips and chins.  So much dense jism and
saliva remained bridging between their mouths, that they could look
slightly down at it and then hotly into each other's eyes.  Their eyes were
moist with the passion.  They could smell each other's breath, feel the
erotic intimacy of the moment.

"You are so fuckin' hot, Jenn.  I can't believe we just did that.  I am so
fuckin' hot for you now."  Monica heard come out of her wet lips.  The
mucous strings followed her lips up and down as she spoke without breaking.

Jennifer could smell Monica's sweet saliva as she spoke those words.  She
could taste her lipstick on her mouth.  Her tongue slowly came out and
entwined with a mucous string, pulling it around and back into her mouth.
More still hung between them.  "You are the hottest girl I've ever seen,
Monica.  I've been so horny for you since I first laid eyes on you.  I
wanted you to share this with me.  I wanted you to share my spit, share my
throat slime.  I wanted to feel your tongue in my mouth, licking up
everything.  Tasting it.  Let's kiss and swap everything between us, you
hot, sexy fucking slut. They savored every ounce of saliva that was
exchanged between these two beautiful, sexy, horny girls. With sudden
instinct, each girl reached down to the other's leather- covered crotch and
began feverishly rubbing their cunts.  They clutched each other closer,
desperately lost in lust.  Jennifer quickly unzipped Monica's leather jeans
without unbuckling the belt and delighted in finding no panties at all.
Monica had easy access, sliding her hand up under the black leather mini
skirt and easily avoiding the drenched thong.  Each girl plunged two
fingers into a wet, hot cunt.  It didn't take long.  Suddenly, Jennifer
broke the kiss and spasmed in orgasm.

"Oh, Oh, shit!  Oh, you biiitttcchhh!"  Jennifer tried to keep her voice
low to keep it behind the bathroom door.  "Shhhitttt!"  She spasmed again
on Monica's hand, put her forhead on the blonde's shoulder, and clutched
her bicep feverishly.  She spasmed again, but instinct kept her fingers
working at Monica's cunt, even though her orgasm was receding.  She raised
her face from the blonde's shoulder and lustfully stared into her eyes,
connecting with her while Monica remained near the edge.  Monica eye's
lidded suddenly, her eyes rolled back in her head so that Jennifer could
only see the whites in their slits.  Monica's tongue slid out of her
opening mouth and her head rolled back.

"Oh, oh, baby.  Oh, fuck.  Oh, fuck."  Monica was about to fall off that
edge and was struggling to keep her voice low as well.  She grabbed
Jennifer's wrist.  "Oh shit, baby.  Oh, Jenn-iff-errr.  Oh, oh, I'm gonna,
I'm gonna......"  Suddenly her entire body spasmed twice, bending at the
waist.  Without warning, she sent squirts of clear girl cum out to
Jennifer's hand and arm.  The brunette looked down in amazement.  Her date
was a squirter!  Monica spasmed again as another powerful stream of cum
fluid flew from her cunt.  "Oh,oh you bitch.  Oh, you bitch.  You fuckin'
bitch.  You cunt-suckin' bitttccchhhh."  Monica strained to keep her voice
down, concentrating on the volume rather than the words.  Just as suddenly,
it was over.  Monica relaxed back against the sink and released Jennifer's
wrist.

"Jeez, girlfriend.  What a fuckin' orgasm!  Not me, baby, you're the bitch.
You're some hot fuckin' bitch.  Wow!"  Jennifer stared at her date in
amazement and withdrew her hand from Monica's leather-covered crotch.  She
put her hand to her mouth and began licking at the girl cum that had
squirted out of the blonde's cunt.  It reeked of leather and pussy.  What
an incredibly sexy smell!  This was an added treat--not only was she out on
a first date with the beautiful blonde babe that she had lusted for at
work, making out with her in the restaurant bathroom, swapping spit and
jism but now she turned out to be a squirter!  Jennifer licked up and down
each side of her hand to the wrist, then each finger.  Monica was beginning
to return to this world, and smiled slowly.

"Yeah, I guess.  Wow, that hasn't happened in a very--very--long time,
Jenn.  Man, I must have been turned on beyond belief!"

"Must HAVE?  Past tense?"  Jennifer pouted.

"Just for the squirt, baby.  But you are constantly turning me on."  To
prove it, Monica grabbed Jennifer's wrist and brought each finger up to her
mouth to clean the digits of her own fluid and the brunette's saliva.  She
could still smell the rich leather of her jeans on the hand.  "You are one
hot fuckin' woman...."  As the level of the heat slowed down, they switched
from finger-sucking to romantic french kissing.  They massaged each other's
lips with their own.  They licked outside their mouths, upward to their
nostrils, getting as much as they could on the tongue, in their mouths and
swallowing.  Their eyes were wide open, staring into each other's eyes in
passion.  They wanted to savor as much of this intimate, sexy moment that
they were sharing together.  Finally they knew it was time to clean up.
The waiter would have wondered what had happened to them. They gave each
other a final tongue kiss and began examining the damage.

As luck would have it, they didn't soil their clothes.  Just shiny, wet
faces, Jennifer's sticky right arm and skewed makeup.  They quickly cleaned
off their faces, fixed their makeup and looked at each other.

"That was incredible, Monica."  Said the brunette as she gazed in her
date's eyes.  "It must have been the most incredibly sexy moment I've ever
had."

"I know, babe," said Monica, "but the night is still young.  Let's go to
that new club, do some dancin' and see where we go from here.  I know
you're a hell of a great kisser now, that's for sure."

"You're an inspiration, you nasty bitch.  I can't wait for another date--if
this is the first, I can only imagine what the next will be like."
Jennifer smiled lewdly and grabbed the blonde's leather jean-covered ass.

"Oh, there's more tonight, you slut.  This is just the beginning of the
evening."  They walked out of the bathroom holding hands intimately.


A Story by "M"...  Let me know what you think of this version if you care
to mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com

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