Thanks a Million by Dee Dawning

shock, an urge to kiss those lips came upon her.
    As she dried her palms on her skirt, Lora went on, “I may be wrong, but I don’t think so.”
    Her stomach felt as if it had jumped into her throat as the young woman rapidly untied and removed her halter and threw it on Michele’s desk as she slid to the left corner of her chair and lifted her perfectly turned leg over the right arm. “You’re as attracted to me as I am you. Aren’t you?”
    Michelle gaped as she noticed Lora’s bare pussy staring out at her from beneath her tiny skirt. She took a deep breath. Staring at her young waxed cunt, supple young breasts and perfect, lithe legs, she felt her core heating up. She did want to try this girl. She wanted to kiss her smooth feminine lips and suck on her nipples, to spread her gorgeous legs and taste her crème. Why did she affect her like that? Because sex with a beautiful person, of either gender, is sex. Sex that, as a hedonist, I crave.
    Her heart sped and breathing seemed difficult. Trying to maintain a façade of composure, she asked, “If what you say is true, what do you suggest.”
    Without hesitation, Lora responded, “Take me with you. Dana told me, he would love to watch you and I go at it, and then he would fuck each of us. Then when he was done for and we were just warming up, we could go back to each other. Michelle I want to lick your pussy so bad I get hot thinking about it.”
    The muscles in her pussy clenched. Her panties felt soaked from her juices. Rising, she walked around her desk, eased up to the half-naked girl and grasping her long nailed feminine fingers, urged her up. Eye to eye, only inches apart, the flowery bouquet of Lora’s perfume spanned the divide between them. They stood the same height, a statuesque five-seven, but were otherwise the opposite of each other—Lora with her model svelte frame, long blonde trusses and baby blues, while she was shapely, with the long raven hair of her Italian ancestry and fiery brown eyes. Michelle’s eyes focused on Lora’s coral colored lips. She had to taste those lips.
    As Michelle languidly leaned in for a kiss, she felt her hand being lifted. The electricity from the gentle touch of her lips was augmented by the erotic sensation of a woman’s breast—Lora’s soft breast and hard jutting nipple—suddenly nestled within her hand. Michelle sighed as Lora’s silky tongue traced the groove between her lips, trailing a layer of minty saliva and when her soft, velvety tongue washed across Michelle’s bright, white enamel and gums, it accelerated her heart rhythm and hastened her lust.
    The promise of Sapphic delights was too strong for Michelle. She pulled away, then pecked Lora on the lips. “We have time before Dana expects me and I have a day bed in the sick room next door. Shall we have an appetizer before we surprise Dana?”
    The smile on Lora’s innocent looking face turned mischievous. She picked her halter off Michelle’s desk and slung it over her shoulder as she puffed out her chest. Holding Michelle’s hand, she let her lead her out of the office. “A snack before we get filled up would be nice.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Eight – Five Months Later
    Fallon stared out the window as the plane approached the Lake Tahoe Airport. It was late summer and unlike the desert surrounding Las Vegas, green was the predominant color. The mountains and valleys, except for the deep blue lake—Lake Tahoe—in the distance, were green as far as the eye could see.
    This was her third trip to Tahoe alone. Her condition was showing, but surprisingly not a lot. Her doctor said that was because she was carrying more internally than externally, which didn’t show as much, but would make her more miserable as she got closer to term. She also said sex would become uncomfortable and that she should probably stop having sex next month. That is what prompted her third, and first surprise, visit to Dana.
    To her disappointment, Dana had not visited her