Lesbian Erotic Stories

The morning had passed quietly and quickly at the Pink
Lady Boutique and that suited Alice Parks just fine.  The twenty-
one-year-old had spent so much time the previous week
concentrating on finals that she had fallen behind on her
responsibilities at the store.  With classes having ended the day
before, Alice was grateful for the chance to catch up.

        Standing high on a ladder as she put away some boxes
that had been delivered earlier, Alice didn't react when she
heard the chimes that rang when the front door opened.
Instead, she waited a few seconds to see if Louise Bradley, the
storeowner came out of the back room.  It was only when she
failed to hear the older woman's voice that she acknowledged
whoever had walked in.

        "I'll be right with you,"  Alice said as she pushed the last
box to the back of the shelf and started to climb back down.

        "Take your time,"  a strong but definitely female voice
replied.

        Reaching the bottom of the ladder, Alice took a moment
to brush her platinum blonde bangs out of her eyes and sweep
her long ponytail back over her shoulder.  Putting on her best
"can I help you" smile, she turned to greet her patient customer.

        Whatever words she had planned to say next never
came out of her mouth.  As soon as she turned all the way
around and took in the woman standing in front of the counter,
Alice was stunned into insensibility.

        Fortunately, Louise chose that moment to reappear
from the back room and, with a broad smile on her face, greeted
the customer instead.

        "Welcome to the Pink Lady," the fifty-two-year-old
brunette said in a cheerful voice.  "What can we do for you
today?"

        The woman that had so stunned Alice stood at least
three inches above the blonde's own five-foot-six, with short
cropped black hair that couldn't have been more than a half-
inch in length.  She had a muscular build, but more in the line of
a conditioned athlete than a bodybuilder.  A bust just large
enough to be impressive filled the tight fitting, sleeveless black
t-shirt that she wore, along with an equally tight pair of dark blue
jeans.  She looked to be in her early thirties but had such
flawless features that the quick estimate could've been off by as
much as a decade. Around her upper left arm was an arm band
tattoo consisting of a linked chain, broken every few inches.

        Since a majority of the Pink Lady's clientele were
lesbians or bisexual women, the woman's appearance really
wasn't that much out of the ordinary.  Still, it had been a very
long time since Alice had been so smitten that she couldn't even
talk.  It was almost a minute before she could even focus on the
conversation the woman was having with Louise.

        "So we would really appreciate it if we could put one of
the placards in your store window,"  Alice finally heard the
woman say.

        Reluctantly, Alice took her eyes off the woman and tried
to read the large cardboard sign that rested atop the counter
between her and Louise.  Reading what she could of it upside
down, she saw that it was an announcement of a new club
opening just a few blocks away.

        "Hmmm,"  Louise said as she lifted the poster and,
turning it right side up, bringing it to eye level.  "I don't see why
not.  I'm always happy to see new business in the
neighborhood, especially ones run by women."

        "Thank you very much,"  the woman said as she smiled
at Louise.  "And if you like, I'd be happy to give you a couple of
passes that'll get you into the club on opening night."

        "I'm afraid my clubbing days are far behind me,"  Louise
smiled back.  "My lady and I are usually in bed by the time the
ten o'clock news comes on."

        "I find that hard to believe,"  the dark haired woman
laughed, thinking that if they were in bed by ten, it wasn't to
watch the local news.

        "But I think Alice here might like to go,"  Louise
responded, directing both of their attentions to the younger
woman.

        "I'd... I'd love to,"  Alice stammered out after a
moment's hesitation.

        "Well we're opening next Friday night,"  the woman who
finally repeated her name now that Alice was listening. "Do you
know where the White Rabbit used to be?"

        "Over on Jefferson, right?"  Alice asked.

        "That's the one,"  Simone said.  "My friends and I,
actually more my friends than I, I'm just sort of helping out, have
taken over the lease for the property and have just about totally
redone the club.  They're calling it Wonderland and they've
already booked some great bands for the opening.  It should be
pretty awesome."

        "It was a shame about the fire they had there last year,"
Louise noted,  "but thankfully it was all property damage and no
one got hurt.  I'm glad to see it being reopened.  There are few
enough clubs for girls to go to and have a little fun without being
harassed."

        "It's not too late to change your mind about going,"
Simone Kent said, shifting her attention back to Louise.

        "No thank you."

        "Did you ever go to the White Rabbit?"  Simone asked
Alice as she shifted back to her once again.  "If so, you're really
going to be surprised at all the changes they've made."

        "Is that really the question?" Alice thought.  "Or are you
asking in a roundabout way if I like girls?  Just because I work
here doesn't make that a given.  Jenny Collinwood works both
here and at a lesbian bar over on 3rd and she's as straight as
they come."

        "I've been there a few times,"  Alice answered, wishing
that when she'd gotten dressed this morning that she'd put on
one of the lesbian oriented shirts that she'd bought with her
employee's discount.  The blue blouse with the cute panda bear
over her breast just didn't say gay girl here.  Nor  was the fact
they she'd gone to the White Rabbit confirmation either.  On any
given night, at least a third of the girls there had been as straight
as Jenny.

        "Well then, I hope to see you there,"  Simone replied as
she again thanked Louise while she scribbled a quick note on
the back of a business card before handing it to Alice.

        Watching her exit the small store, Alice couldn't help but
think that the view from behind was just as impressive as the
front.  It took her a few moments to realize that she was staring
at the door long after it closed, and that Louise was staring at
her.

        "What?"  Alice asked, her face showing a look of
innocence.

        "You really have to ask?"  Louise asked in turn, a look
of amusement on her own face.  "I thought I was going to have
to hose you down the way you couldn't take your eyes off of
her."

        "Come on, don't you think you're exaggerating a little?"
Alice insisted.  "She took me by surprise when I came off the
ladder, that's all."

        "Sure,  I believe that,"  Louise laughed.  "That's why if
you actually wore panties, you'd have to go in the back and
change them right about now."

        Alice blushed because that was certainly all too true.

        "Hmmm,"  she said instead, imitating Louise as to
change the subject,  "what should I wear to the opening?"

        Not to let the subject pass so easily, the older woman
reached for one of the shirts on the side counter and held it up
for Alice to see.

        "This would probably be suitable,"  Louise grinned.

        Written across the black shirt, in large white letters, was
the phrase "I'm just here to get laid."

                                -=-=-=-=

        The following Friday night came quick enough and in
the end, Alice decided on a non-descript blue dress that, while it
did show off her best assets, didn't scream slut either.

        When she showed up at the club, she was initially taken
back by the long line of women waiting to get it.  If it weren't for
the small card in her hand, Alice would've turned around and
headed back home.  As it was, it still took almost twenty minutes
to work her way to the front of the line where two tall, muscular
women, one white and one black, guarded the entrance to the
new club.

        Given the number of, at least in her opinion, hot women
that the guardians of the gate had already turned away, Alice
had begun to wonder if, even with the card, would they let her
in?  She needn't have worried because as soon as they saw the
signature scrawled  across the back of the card, they couldn't
open the chain link barrier quick enough.  Much to the vocal
disappointment of many of those around her that had so far
been denied access.

        Once inside the hallway entrance, Alice could see that
Wonderland bore little, if any, resemblance to the White Rabbit.
The club had been totally renovated, not just fixed up a little
where the fire had done damage. At a glance she could see that
both the bar and the dance floor had been expanded, as well as
the inclusion of a row of privacy booths on the far wall.  Later
she would learn that additionally, a number of private rooms had
also been added on the second floor.

        Crowded as the club was,  Alice had no idea how she
was going to find Simone.  Or if she, despite what she'd said,
was even going to be there.  She thought about it as she made
her way to the bar and finally decided that she would just
concentrate on having a good time, Simone or no Simone.

        "What can I get you?"  a tall, rather powerfully-built
brunette asked from behind the bar.

        "Just a beer I guess,"  Alice smiled, thinking that it was
much too early in the night to have anything stronger.

        "Coming right up, precious,"  the bartender said,
returning Alice's smile.

        Bending over to reach down into what Alice assumed
was a built in cooler, the brunette managed to give the blonde a
good long look at the not unimpressive cleavage that filled the
white t-shirt she was wearing.  Placing the frost-covered bottle
in front of her, she said that the first one was on the house.

        "My name's Cleo,"  the bartender said with an even
broader smile,  "just in case you'd like to know."

        Alice watched as Cleo turned to take care of another
new arrival at the bar.  She too ordered just a beer but Alice
noted with interest that it wasn't offered as a courtesy of the
house.

        Not wanting to seem too interested,  Alice turned her
attention to the dance floor and the tight mass of womanhood
that filled it.  She was surprised to see such a broad mixture, so
unlike most clubs she'd been to.  Age didn't see to be a
common factor, nor was any particular physical type.  There
were women who looked like they should be studying for their
high school exams as well as a few who might pass as their
mothers.  Physical beauty, or at least the narrow definition of it
that most gatekeepers seemed to hold hadn't held sway either.
If the goal had been to create as varied a cross-section as
possible, then they had certainly succeeded.

        By the time she had finished her first round and had
turned to order a second, a different girl had taken Cleo's place,
this one a dark skinned and heavily endowed black girl wearing
only a bikini top in place of a shirt.  All told, there were five
women behind the bar at any one time and Alice assumed that
Cleo had  gone on break.  This time she paid for her drink,
resolving to take this one a little slower.  Giving up her place at
the railing to someone else,  Alice began to better explore the
new club.

        Over the next forty or so minutes, Alice danced and
chatted with a few women, most of which were nice enough but
none that she felt a real connection with.  Contrary to the shirt
Louise had suggested she wear, Alice really wasn't here just to
get laid.  At least not to jump into the sack with just anyone.  It
that had been the case, anyone of her dance partners would've
sufficed.  In Alice's case, there had to be something, something
she couldn't always define, but knew how to recognize.

        After having made her third circuit of the large hall,
Alice started back for the bar.  She wondered if Cleo was back
from her break and more importantly, what time she finished
working.  She wasn't sure if the two of them could make that
connection she was looking for, but so far tonight the bartender
seemed the most likely candidate.

        Unfortunately, when she got back to the bar, Alice found
that Cleo had indeed returned from her break but was now
drawing the attention of another patron.  The girl sipping at her
drink and laughing at something Cleo had said was quite pretty,
with long red hair that stretched down almost to her waist.  Alice
watched the two of them for a few minutes, deciding that Cleo
had already found what she was looking for.

        "Story of my life,"  Alice sighed.  "I let too many chances
slip by while I keep hoping for Ms. Right to come along."

        Returning to the dance floor, Alice began to just enjoy
herself, moving from partner to partner and at times just dancing
by herself.  The two beers she had downed had kicked in just
enough for her to relax and begin to have a good time.  She
was on her fourth dance partner when someone behind her
asked if she could cut in.

        The girl who had been in Alice's arms had been
perturbed at the intrusion at first, but upon seeing the woman
standing behind Alice, quickly said it wasn't a problem and
stepped away.  It happened so fast that Alice wasn't even sure
what had happened.

        "Well welcome to Wonderland, Alice,"  Simone said with
a soft voice and even softer smile as she slipped into the arms
the other woman had just vacated.  "I'm sorry I'm so late but it
couldn't be helped."

        "That's okay,"  Alice said, returning the smile and
thinking to herself that now that she felt Simone's arms around
her, anyone one else she'd met tonight was certainly going to be
second best.

        "There was a presentation at the sch...at my job that
ran a lot later than I thought it would,"  Simone explained, the
two of them having come to a complete halt as she made her
apology.  "Then I had to rush home to change and I was in such
I hurry I tossed on the first thing in my closet.  I hope you like it?"

        The outfit that Simone had just tossed on, Alice thought,
made her look even hotter than the one she'd worn into the
shop last week.  Brown leather pants hugged her long legs as
well as the cheeks of her ass, complementing the matching vest
that went with it.  Thin leather laces held the top tightly against
her bust, leaving a gap in the center wide enough to give
anyone who cared to look an unimpeded view.

        "It's spectacular,"  Alice gushed, hoping she wasn't
being too obvious at the way she was staring at Simone's
breasts.

        "Shall we dance?'  Simone asked as, not really waiting
for an answer, she led Alice out onto the center of dance floor.

        As they moved to the music, Alice felt like the gaze of
every woman in the club were on them.  Looking up into
Simone's dark eyes, she felt herself being drawn deep inside.
The most casual touch of the older woman's hand sent a
delightful shiver through her body and when her face drew close
enough for Simone's lips to brush against her cheek, Alice
thought she was going to lose it right there and then.

        Twice more their lips came close but never connected.
Each time filling Alice with a sense of disappointment.  It wasn't
until the music stopped that Simone reached up, brushed back
Alice's hair, and then kissed her.

        The press of Simone's lips on hers sent an exhilaration
racing through Alice, one that caused her entire body to tingle.
She parted her lips as she felt the press of  Simone's tongue,
her heart skipping a beat as it slipped between them to caress
her own.

        The music had started up again but the two women
didn't seem to hear it, nor did they seem to notice the crowd
around them any longer.  All that they heard was the beating of
each other's heart, all that they felt was the warmth of each
other's touch.

        "My apartment is only a ten minute ride from here,"
Simone said quietly, holding Alice's hands in her own.

        Alice nodded her head in agreement, not trusting
herself to speak.

        Releasing one hand,  Simone quickly led Alice back
across the crowded floor, quickly reaching a half hidden door by
the side of the bar.  One of the bartenders glanced in her
direction as she reached for the handle, then just turned and
went back to what she was doing when she recognized the
leather clad woman's face.

        The door led to a short corridor and a second door at
the end of that led to an alley behind the club.  A half-dozen
cars were parked in the alley, watched over by another of the
club's employees.  Simone led Alice to a dark green convertible,
then paused and looked back at the blonde.

        "Hmm, we're going to have to do something about that
dress,"  she said.

        The comment confused Alice until she looked again at
the car and realized that Simone hadn't been leading her to it,
but to the red and gold motorcycle parked behind it.  She didn't
know the first thing about them, but it looked fast and powerful
just sitting there.  Much like its owner, she thought.

        "I guess I could bunch it up between my legs,"  Alice
suggested as Simone took one of the helmets tied down on the
back of  the bike and handed it to her.

        "That should work,"  Simone replied,  "we're not going
far."

        With helmet in place, Alice pulled up the bottom of her
dress and climbing onto the back of the bike, bunched as much
as she could between her legs.  Her lower half was totally
exposed and when the wind picked up the still loose edges of
her dress, she was sure she would be even more so.  But she
didn't care who might see her, or the fact that again she hadn't
bothered with any undergarments.

        Once she was sure Alice was securely in place,
Simone climbed on in front of her and told her to hang on tight,
not that the blonde needed any urging to wrap her arms around
her.  Coming down on the kickstarter with her weight, Simone
brought the cycle to life with a reverberating roar.

        Simone slowly guided the bike out of the alley and after
making sure the path was clear, raced out into the flow of traffic.
Alice pressed tightly against Simone's as they darted between
cars and trucks, she made a delightful discovery.  The pulsating
engine between her legs was like a giant vibrator, sending
bursts of delight across her body.  The only thing she could
compare it to was the washing machine she used to sit on
during the spin cycle when she was a teenager.  Only this time
the sensation was magnified tenfold.

        It was almost a disappointment when she felt the
motorcycle slow down as they pulled into the parking lot of the
building where Simone lived.  If they'd gone another half mile,
Alice was certain she'd actually have an orgasm.

        "First time on a bike?"  Simone asked as Alice climbed
off the back and removed her helmet.

        "How can you tell?"  Alice asked, then realized the
expression on her face probably spoke volumes.

        "Well it can be an exciting ride,"  Simone smiled,
knowing all too well what had put the smile on her passenger's
face.

        While Alice composed herself and straightened out her
dress, Simone walked the cycle into a parking spot where she
used a heavy chain attached to a post there to lock down the
bike with a combination lock she took out of a compartment
under the seats.  Looking up at the three-story,  gray building in
front of them, Alice thought it looked more like a factory than an
apartment complex.  Simone caught her thought and
commented that it had originally been a factory but later
converted to living space.

        "It's a lot nicer inside than out,"  she laughed.  "Come
on, I'm sure you'll love it."

        As if to emphasis her words,  Simone stepped forward
and kissed her again, her tongue once more carrying the
promise of delights to come.  Alice's reaction was such that she
would've happily followed the other woman if she was leading
her into a horse stable.

        They took what was originally a freight elevator up to
the third floor and Simone unlocked the door to one of the three
spaces the floor had been sub-divided into.  Stepping inside,
Alice was surprised to find that the entire apartment was one
large room, with a ceiling nearly twenty feet high.  Across which
ran a brightly painted red girder on which was attached some
sort of winch device that had also been painted.  Evidently it had
been easier to just paint it and leave it as part of the d�cor than
to try and remove it during the renovation.

        "I never got the chance to even have a beer at the club,"
Simone said as she headed for the part of the floor that had
been turned into a small kitchenette.  "Would you like one?"

        "Sure,"  Alice replied as she took in the rest of the
apartment.

        A couple of Chinese screens partitioned the remaining
space into a living room and sleeping area, with the only real
door and wall built around the bathroom.  A glance inside that
open door showed an old clawfoot tub with a clear plastic
shower curtain hanging from a circular rail built into a lower
ceiling.

        "You were right, I do love it,"  Alice said as she accepted
the bottle of beer.  "It puts my own little apartment to shame."

        "A lot quieter here than the club,"  Simone said, stating
the obvious as she took a long pull of her own beer.  "It gives us
the chance to actually hear what we say to each other."

        Their bottles quickly emptied, followed by fresh
replacements as the two women learned about each other.
Simone seemed to dominate the conversation, at least as far as
how much each was learning about the other, but Alice didn't
seem to mind.  It was only when Simone asked if she planned
to stay at the Pink Lady in the future or did she have some other
goal in mind that she gave pause.

        "I'm sorry, I didn't know that was a sensitive subject,"
Simone said when she saw the reluctant look on Alice's face.

        "No, it's not sensitive, not really I guess,"  Alice replied,
"I just think you might find it a silly dream, that's all."

        "Try me,"  Simone countered.  "I promise I won't laugh."

        "Well,  I know it sounds impractical, considering what I
do now and the kind of life I lead,"  Alice said, the tone of her
voice reflecting the passion she felt for her dream,  "but ever
since I was small, all I really want to do is teach.  I've already
got more than half the credits I need to get my certificate and ..."

        "You're kidding,"  Simone unexpectedly interrupted,
trying hard not to laugh at what Alice had said, but only partially
succeeding.

        "I knew you'd think it was a ridiculous idea,"  Alice said,
her face turning a bright red, this time from anger not
embarrassment.

        "Please, I'm not laughing at you,"  Simone said as she
tried to bring herself under control.  "I'm just laughing at the ...
oh hell, this will explain it better than I could with words."

        With that she grabbed a small plaque off a bookcase
and handed it to Alice.

        Still angry, Alice looked down and read the words on the
plaque.  Her face cooled and surprise replaced anger.

        "You're a teacher?"  she asked in astonishment.

        "That's what the plaque says,"  Simone smiled.
"Teacher of the year for 2005 in fact, over at Taylor-Brown
Middle School on the West Side.  I teach ninth grade history."

        "I can't believe it,"  Alice said,  "and you teach at Taylor-
Brown?"

        The Taylor-Brown School For Gifted Children, Alice
knew, was one of the most exclusive schools in the city and that
it had a reputation for only hiring the best teachers, ones that
lived up to their impeccable standards.  Again taking in the
risqu� outfit that Simone was wearing, it was hard for the blonde
to picture the older woman as part of that faculty.

        The look on Alice's face told Simone exactly what she
was thinking.  A broad smile filled the older woman's face as
she glanced down at her vest and was reminded how little it
covered her breasts.

        "Trust me, if you saw me a few hours ago at the
school's presentation of 'Grease' you wouldn't have recognized
me,"  she smiled as she looked back up.  "When I'm at work I'm
the epitome of conservative dress."

        Once, walking past Taylor-Brown on her way to a
doctor's appointment, Alice had the opportunity to see the
uniforms worn by the school's female staff.  They were like
something right out of the 1950's, long skirts down to below their
knees, starched white blouses that buttoned all the way up to
their neck and  dark blue blazers.  Picturing Simone in one of
those, she found it strangely more erotic than the outfit she now
had on.

        "And I only laughed because, ten years ago, you were
me,"  Simone went on.  "A woman with a silly dream and certain
that no one would even let me try for it."

        "How?"  Alice exhaled, looking down at the award a
second time, "How did you do it?"

        "By knowing what I wanted and not letting anyone tell
me I couldn't have it,"  Simone said as she moved closer.  "It's
that simple."

        "Is it?"  Alice asked as Simone took back the plaque
and dropped back it atop the bookcase.

        "Yes it is,"  Simone assured her as she came close
enough to slip both her arms around Alice,  "and speaking of
something that I want."

        Their lips came together with an urgent passion as Alice
knew it was something she had wanted all night as well.

                                -=-=-=-=

When their lips finally parted, after what seemed an eternity to
Alice, Simone took her by the hand and led her over to a large,
oversized daybed set against the side wall.  The older woman
kissed her again, this time much more briefly, and then took a
few steps away from her.

        "Do you find me attractive?"  Simone asked as she ran
a hand down across the exposed center of her breasts.

        The answer to the question was obvious, but she
wanted to hear Alice say it out loud.

        "Oh yes,"  Alice immediately responded.

        "That's good because I find you very much so as well,"
Simone went on.  "I think I was even more taken by you that day
in the shop that you were by me.  In fact, no sooner had I
stepped outside I found myself wishing I'd asked you out for that
night rather than a week and a half later."

        "I wish you had,"  Alice replied, very much aware of the
beating of her heart,  "I've been thinking about you every day
since then."

        "Just during the day?"  Simone asked with a smile as
she again took Alice's hand in her own and, lifting it to her lips,
kissed it softly.

        "Well, let's just say I did more than think about you at
night,"  Alice blushed.

        Simone smiled even broader at the remark, picturing
Alice in her bed on those nights.

        "Could you help me with my pants?"  Simone asked as
she slipped out of her shoes, turning around and backing closer
to Alice.  "There are two buttons in the back that are sometimes
hard for me to reach."

        Glancing down, and admiring the curves of her ass as
she did, Alice quickly spotted the buttons, one on each side of
Simone's waist.  Once undone,  the tight fitting pants became
loose enough for the older woman to unzip and slip out of.  As
they dropped to the floor,  the view of her ass cheeks, now
covered only by a pair of very thin white panties, drew an even
closer examination.

        "Would you like to do the top laces as well?"  Simone
asked as she slowly turned to face Alice again.

        "Very much so,"  Alice thought but was too
embarrassed to actually say.

        It only took a gentle pull on both ends of the long lace to
cause the vest to become undone.  The brown leather sides fell
free, exposing the full, firm breasts it had been wrapped around.
Not overly large, they were nevertheless perfectly proportioned
to Simone's body, each capped by a thick, dark brown nipple.

        Taking a half step back,  Simone removed the vest
totally, dropping it to the side.  Then she moved back to Alice
and kissed her again, her hands coming to rest against her still
cloth covered breasts, fingers pressing tightly against already
erect nipples.

        "Ooooo,"  Alice softly moaned as she felt both the dark-
haired woman's hands on her mounds and the warmth of her
tongue as it slipped far into her mouth.

        Lips interlocked, tongues darted back and forth as they
took each other's measure.  Hands roamed up and down each
other's body, exploring the softness and in Alice's case, lifting
her dress up around her waist.  Simone's left hand quickly found
its way between Alice's legs, brushing against the tightly
trimmed mound found there.

        "Oh yes,"  Alice moaned, this time even louder as she
felt Simone's fingers slide back a second time,  parting her folds
and stroking the even more sensitive flesh within.

        After what to Alice seemed like the longest minute of
her life, Simone again stepped back and brought both her
hands to her own breasts, squeezing them tightly and rubbing
her fingers back and forth across them.  She continued to play
with them for a few moments as Alice watched attentively,
working one hand down the valley between her mounds, across
her stomach to the edge of her panties.

        Alice felt herself growing warm and couldn't help
fidgeting, one hand playing with the edge of the belt around her
waist and the other gently stroking the exposed flesh of her
cleavage. She let out a soft breath as Simone's second hand
joined the first and began to slowly slide her panties downward.

        "Do you like my body?"  Simone asked as she stood
totally nude in front of the younger woman.

        Now standing totally still, her fingers brushing against
her lips,  Alice couldn't find the words to say what was obvious.
Instead she closed the small distance between them and place
one hand between Simone's breasts.  The shock of the flesh on
flesh contact was enough to again give her voice.

        "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,"
she said.

        Simone now took both of her hands in her own and
kissed them, once then twice, and finally a third time.

        "I want you so much,"  Alice whispered as she lifted her
hands to the sides of Simone's face and pulled her closer for a
kiss.

        A kiss that started innocently enough but quickly grew
more intimate as she drew Simone deep inside of her, their
bodies flush against the other. Their hands exploring their
nearness.  The dark-haired woman lifted the hem of her dress,
stroking the cheeks of Alice's ass and gliding her fingertips
down to the precious pearl beneath them.  On their embrace
went as time stood still, ending only with the promise of more to
come.

        When they finally separated, Simone leaned back on
the daybed and dropped her hand between her legs.  Slowly
she stroked the totally bare mound, sliding and extended finger
inside.  A second finger followed the first as together they glided
in and out of her until they glistened with the fruits of her
excitement.

        All the while, Alice continued to watch with rapt
attention, her hands again touching her own body, this time
much more blatantly than before.  Undoing the zipper of her
dress, she lifted it up over her head and tossed it aside, giving
her hands unfettered access to her body.  She squeezed her
larger breasts tightly, working the bright pink nipples until they
were even harder than before.  Then both hands dropped to
between her legs to find a wetness that mirrored Simone's.

        Moving quite slowly, Alice followed Simone onto the
small bed,  crawling onto the bottom and working her way
toward her.  Simone reacted by lifting herself higher to give
Alice room to join her, then spread her legs so that Alice could
move in-between them.  The blonde crawled into the opening,
her lips again meeting Simone's.

        Simone leaned back onto the bed until she was totally
prone,  Alice followed, never letting the distance between them
grow any further.  Their bodies pressed together, they kissed
once more, repeating the performance of only a short while
before.  Then Alice moved down to Simone's breasts and
lavished the same attention on them that she had on the
brunette's mouth.

        Taking a dark nipple deep into her mouth, the young
blonde twirled her tongue around it time and again.  The soft
moans that spilled from Simone's lips only served to urge her on
as she moved back and forth between the identical bounties.
Reaching down Alice's back,  Simone ran her fingers across
excited flesh, coming back along her sides to brush the edges
of her larger breasts.

        Pulsating flesh rubbed together as they shared the
softness of their touches and the wetness of their mouths.
Almost at the same time, a hand from each found its way to the
prize between the other's legs, quickly adding to the rising fires
growing in both.

        Alice began to work her way downward,  leaving a trail
of deep kissing along Simone's stomach until she found herself
off the other woman and back in the space where she had
started.  Simone again lifted herself higher on the large pillows
behind her as her hand again reached down between her legs
as in invitation, then moved upward once more to join the other
embracing her breasts.

        It was an invitation Alice was quick to respond to as she
kissed first one thigh, then the other, working her way to the
moist treasure between.  A deep kiss followed as her tongue
found its way inside Simone, quickly becoming engulfed in the
ambrosia of her womanhood.

        "Oh yes,"  Simone said breathlessly as the thrust of her
penetration sent a delightful quiver across her body.

        A pleasing tremor that was soon joined by many others
as Alice demonstrated an adeptness beyond her years.  The
benefit of having a number of more mature lovers and the
wealth of experience that they brought with them.  It was a
lovely surprise for Simone, one which she expressed her
gratitude for with cries of delight that grew in both intensity and
frequency as Alice went on.

        The pressure inside Simone continued to build until she
knew the dam was about to burst.  Her body rocked back and
forth as Alice held on to her tightly, actually increasing the
intensity of her attentions.  That proved more than Simone could
bear and she exploded with all of the orgasmic ecstasy she
could have imaged, a scream of satisfaction literally bouncing
off the walls.

        Their mouths met once more, amidst shared
expressions of contentment.  Alice's skill had certainly been a
surprise, but then again, Simone had a few surprises of her
own.  Ones that she was now even more eager to share.

        Simone spread Alice out on her stomach across the
length of the small bed.  Starting at the base of her neck and
working her way down across her back, she covered the still
damp flesh with a multitude of kisses.  Her fingers also
massaging the supple flesh as she went.

        Alice watched from over her shoulder as Simone
reached her ass and, spreading her cheeks apart, continued the
trail of kisses.  Using the wetness of her tongue, she worked her
way into the tightest and most sensitive of spots, slipping deep
inside.

        "Oh yeah,"  Alice moaned, reveling in Simone's
discovery of one of her secret delights.

        Equally pleased, Simone continued to give her full
attention to her task, working a wet finger, then two into the
opening.  Alice's cries rose in volume, her actual words not as
important as the passion they projected.

        Passion that Simone reflected as she continued to work
those fingers, even as her other hand slipped under Alice's
bottom and began to apply equal attention to her more
traditional entry.  Together they sent waves of pleasure coursing
through her body, oscillating ripples that crashed against each
other with pre-orgasmic fury.

        But that was just the appetizer as far as Simone was
concerned.  She brought Alice to the edge not once, not twice,
but three times before she let the level of excitement in her body
drop back away from the threshold.  Not to worry, she assured
Alice as she moved up beside her on the bed; she would get
back there soon enough.

        Her hands cupped Alice's breasts as the blonde arched
her head so that she could kiss her.  Once more she explored
the smaller girl's body, her touch setting every inch of it on fire.
By time Simone's hand returned between Alice's legs, the whole
area was saturated with sweat and arousal.  Her fingers
effortlessly moved inside of her, this time all four fingers
explored her inner walls as Simone's thumb came to rest on
Alice's excited clit.

        It didn't take long for a practiced hand to fulfill the
promise as Alice once more found herself tethering on the edge
of the precipice.  So began a journey that seemed both timeless
and oh too short at the same time.  Every part of Alice's body
was alive with anticipation as Simone continued to work her
own special form of magic.

        A magic she added to with an immediate and most
spectacular result as she shifted position yet again and now
combined the skill of her mouth and tongue to that of her hand.
A skill that took only the briefest of times to send Alice hurdling
into the abyss, her body quaking with uncontrolled ferocity.  No
one had ever taken her to the place she now found herself.

        "Omigod!"  she called out, her words cut short as for the
first time in her life, Alice passed out from the intensity of an
orgasm.

                                -=-=-=-=

        When her eyes again opened, how much later she had
no idea, Alice was glad to find she was still lying in Simone's
arms.  For the briefest of moments, in that time just before fully
awakening, she had feared that it all had been a dream.  That
such an intense experience couldn't have actually happened.

        "Welcome back,"  Simone said with the softest of
kisses.

        "Was I gone somewhere?"  Alice asked, still a little
befuddled.

        "In a way,"  Simone smiled.

        Alice returned the smile, nuzzling more tightly into the
arms of her new lover.  She wasn't exactly sure how to respond
to that, at least not at first.  Then it suddenly came to her,
exactly where she had been.

        "I think your friends picked the wrong name for their
club,"  she unexpectedly said.

        "They did?"  Simone replied, confused by the non-
sequitur.

        "Yes, because that place you just sent me,"  she replied
with the happiest of grins,  "that was Wonderland!"