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******************************************************************************* ******************************************************************************* 1) Do not read this if you are not of legal age. As well do not read this story if sexual content between two women offends you.

1. This is now a work of fiction. The writer's imagination has taken over. This story should be in third person perspective but since I started in first person it shall remain that way till the conclusion of SHE.

2. I'm sorry for the delay, I had many false starts and this portion of the story is three times the size of the very first excerpt. I wanted to keep most of the write-ups small but it didn't work that way. Again, thank you for all the suggestions and words of encouragement.

3. This may be a bit presumptuous on my part but a previous encouraging email suggested a proofreader. I thought it was a fine idea but unfortunately I'm my only critic in our household. Is there chance someone might like to read my works prior to posting? Maybe make a few suggestions?

4. I hope you enjoy the continuing tale of Anne and Emily. Comments always welcome at de_keegan@hotmail.com

Snuggled into a cushy corner of my couch I sipped coffee and contemplated my situation. I wanted to explore this newly found feeling, the tender emotions that wracked my heart so violently whenever I thought of Anne. I only had one problem and it was an age old. My friends, my family knew nothing of the Emily that lay hidden deep within the loving layers they were familiar with. How could I openly reveal my affection for Anne with the way things were? Show her the loving unit that my family and friends could be? I wanted to share all this with her even if my loved one views would hinder such a possibility. I knew I was jumping ahead, assuming too much of the future but something told me this was more than a passing interest. After running a few circular marathons in my mind I decided it was time for bed. Maybe I was just borrowing trouble and should wait to see where the next few weeks would take us. With that last thought I dragged myself off to bed to greet the Sandman and succumb to his enticing song.

By Monday morning I couldn't wait to see Anne again. I channelled my excitement by eagerly searching for her familiar face in a sea of students. A few times my hopes raised, thinking I'd seen her but I was denied the pleasure of her company till our mechanics class that afternoon. Instantly my face lit up into a delighted smile that couldn't begin to compare with the elated rush I felt as she sat down in her usual seat next to me. As the professor started his lecture she flashed me a smile and tilted her head to quietly tell me that we would talk later. I itched for the class to end as the lecture droned on for what seemed like forever. It didn't help that the topic wasn't especially exciting either, the principles of linear impulse and momentum. My patience was threadbare when the professor finally announced that class was over. I needed no urging. With a speed that would have impressed a sprinter I sprung from my seat ready to fly out of the room for our chat. I'd only had time to take a second step before Anne caught the tail of my jacket and yanked me backwards. I think she intended for me to fall into my own seat but instead I landed quite agreeably into her lap.

A shocked squeak burst from my lips as I tumbled backwards. Once I realised I was safely seated in Anne's lap I laughed. Still chuckling, I turned a silly grin on Anne and merrily greeted her bemused expression. "Hiyah!"

Anne appeared similarly stunned and as pleased to find me suddenly in her lap. She laughed and wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezing me tightly. "Hello to you too! I guess I don't know my own strength."

The hall was far from empty several students noticed what had happened, some smiled others just shrugged it off as engineering students goofing around. As the room emptied, I remained snuggled up in Anne's lap. My heart raced with indecision. Should I move? What if someone noticed that there was more to this than a friendly mishap? I argued that a few more minutes enfolded in Anne's arms wouldn't hurt. Even as I thought that my eyes darted around the room, it was empty save for us. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and gave into the luring softness of Anne's shoulder. Is this how it was always going to be? I thought with a little sorrow. A constant inner struggle? I burrowed into the safe valley that Anne's shoulder and throat provided. It was a brief respite from the disturbed thoughts that clouded my mind.

Anne watched the emotions that raged across my features with compassion. It was not long after I'd nuzzled into that natural protective nook that I felt the gentle trickle of fingertips stroking over my cheek followed by a strong and supportive voice murmuring against my ear. "It's okay, Em. We'll take our time."

I wormed closer and nodded slightly. The sweet fresh scent of strawberries tickled my senses as my nose brushed against the downy soft column of her throat. Reassured by Anne's closeness I bravely lifted my head and feathered a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you for understanding," I said with quiet sincerity.

We remained safely tucked away in the empty hall till our next class. We spoke of possible days to get together and shared a few kisses. Our current location hindered any show of affection beyond that. Sadly, our time was limited over the next few weeks, our program was tough and for a good reason. Between lectures and labs we had over a forty-hour week course load with the addition of various homework assignments and projects. There was the study group but with Ryan it made things a little awkward. I don't know why we just didn't tell him, it probably would have been the intelligent thing to do. Then again Anne and I wouldn't have been able to relish our stealthy affectionate romps when he'd leave the room and Ryan would have missed his week of amusement. Ryan had a good laugh over the two of us. He had suspected that Anne and I would eventually date. It wasn't until the middle of the second week that Ryan came clean and of course he waited for the opportune moment to tell us.

For 3 weeks Anne and I had been seeing one another and with every day that passed we grew closer. The weekend had rolled around, it was Saturday and I usually cleaned the house but this time I was feeling rather lethargic. Clad in a pair of comfy joggers I stretched out across the couch. Rufus clattered his way in from the kitchen and stuck a caring muzzle in my face for an affectionate lick. I irked profusely then smiled to my old pal while I reached over to rub one of his velvety ears. I never let him into the main part of the house and the only time he tried was when he knew something was bothering me or like today, too lazy to chase him out. With a huff he flopped down onto the floor and sprawled out in front of the couch. Content, I softly stroked Rufus' black silky coat until the phone rang. I scrabbled to my feet and made a mad dash to the phone with a canine shadow in hot pursuit.

Under the watchful eye of my faithful Rufus I answered the phone with a near breathless. "Hello? Keswick residence, Emily speaking."

To the ecstatic flutter of my heart a familiar female voice answered. "Hi, Em. It's Anne. Everything okay? You sound out of breath."

I chuckled into the phone. "Oh, I just raced to answer it, I thought it might be you. How are you?"

I could almost see the smile on her face. I could definitely hear the light layer of mirth as she spoke. "I'm fine. I was just wondering the same about you?"

"Having a lazy day. I thought you were busy working out the final details on that Design project with your group?" I said and crouched a bit to give Rufus a scratch behind the ears. I smiled as he gave an appreciative rumble.

Anne's voice crackled from using a cell phone. "I'm done. They already have my write up and I'm dropping off my CAD layouts. I'm... in the area... and I thought I might drop by for the afternoon. That's if it's okay with you?"

My eyes dashed around the room I was in and mentally investigated the rest of the house. It was in good order, not really in need of cleaning but that was a weekly duty. The only thing that might need a little sprucing up and probably didn't have the time was I! "Sure! Just don't be too shocked when you see me. I'm in my comfies." Anne chuckled and said she'd be there in five minutes before hanging up.

I looked down at Rufus, he looked up at me and then we both took off at a run. Rufus darted towards his basket in the utility room and I charged towards the bathroom. I'd taken a shower that morning but had left my hair to air dry and after my time on the couch I had a really wicked style going on. I wished I could have put a ball cap on! Just as I skidded to a halt in front of the bathroom mirror the doorbell rang. I scowled. That was not 5 minutes! Oh well... A person should love you completely even if you have the hairdo from hell. I supposed it could be anyone at the door but as I made my way there I heard it open and the sounds of someone hanging up a coat. I quickly dry washed my hands through my hair as a last ditch effort to fix it before I stepped into the foyer.

Anne wearing a tee shirt and scrubs turned from closing the hall closet to smile at me. "Hi!" then the bugger that she could be added. "Nice hair."

I laughed. "Thanks... You didn't give me the 5 minutes I needed so you'll just have to suffer. Come on in."

Anne slipped a familiar arm around my waist and pressed a tender kiss to my lips. "I couldn't wait to get here and you look fine."

We spent the afternoon cuddled on the couch watching television, lying alongside one another, her arm securely looped around my middle. Neither of us were interested in budging from our positions as five o'clock rolled around but a gurgle of a hungry stomach from behind me changed our indolent attitude. Dinner was a relaxed affair and by that time Rufus had stuck his nose out of his basket and came in search of treats. He sat down a few feet away and wagged his tail hopefully. It was a peaceful outing that would soon come to an end. We cleared the table and stacked the dishes in the sink. I filled it up with lots of suds, Anne stood next to me armed with a dishtowel ready to dry. In the middle of washing a plate a gob of soap miraculously burst into life on my cheek. I turned to look at a grinning Anne who lifted her shoulders and said with exaggerated innocence. "What?" I might add that Rufus decided to wisely disappear at this time. He hated baths.

I smiled back. "Ha-Ha! Funny." I'll give her what! I rubbed the soap away and continued washing, biding my time. After the second plate and while she was drying the first I scooped up a handful of suds and smeared her from nose to chin.

Anne took it well, she rubbed her nose and gave me a grin from behind a bubbly mask but I could see the glint in her eyes. Oh, the fight was on! In the middle of washing a glass tumbler, she managed to scavenge two heaping mounds for each hand. She sidled in close and with a wet squish of each hand she cupped my cheeks and pulled me in for an extremely soapy kiss. "You're so cute." she purred. That was it! It was open warfare now! We both scrambled to get a pile of bubbles to smear one another with. Anne was adept in the soap trenches within minutes I was a mass of frothing suds from head to waist. Oh! She was grinning like a fiend! I'd only managed to get in a few hits but I had one secret weapon and while she gloated I went for it. I flipped on the tap, grabbed the hose and held the rinsing nozzle at a menacing angle. Anne's jaw dropped and her eyes bugged out. "Now... Now... Em... Come on... We were just having fun." She placated as she slowly backed away.

I followed each retreating step until I ran out of hose and then I let her have it! In seconds she was completely doused in warm water. Her tee clung damply to her torso. Mm, the way that cotton forged itself to her body if it weren't for the different colour of her top I would have said it was flesh. I giggled and that was all Anne needed to lunge after me with a growl. In one fell swoop she turned off the water and crushed us together in a slippery mess.

With our clothing soaked it was as if we were standing in the flesh instead of a tangle of wet fabric and limbs. We panted from our exertion, her arms locked me in place and I could easily feel how the rapidly cooling water was effecting her. I hazarded a peek below and realised she hadn't worn a bra when I saw the way those pert little nubs pressed insistently through the front of her wet top. Boy did they announce their existence by painting teasing strokes against my own very wet and receptive skin. Each breath brought more awareness in the continued rasping slide of burgeoning life from her bosom to mine. My view and her nipple's persistent touch through grazing cloth had ignited a pulsing resonance between my thighs.

I don't know how long we stood there in silence, breathing heavily and staring at one another but something had sparked to life and it needed to be fed. Anne was the first to move as her arms loosened their hold and her mouth descended for a kiss. Our lips came together in a wispy caress followed by gentle nibbles. She teased over my upper lip nipping at it now and again before catching the lower in a playful tug. I moaned my approval as she released her taunted captives for a brief apology that included slipping her tongue across the tormented seam of silk in a soothing gesture. Freely my hands roamed over her back, skilfully tracing the length of her spine at first through the damp abrasive cotton and then delving under to swathe a path over the sculpted contours beneath. I savoured the touch of her as the kiss went on and we somehow magically transported ourselves into the living room. I say this because I do not recall how we got there.

Anne broke the kiss with a heated gaze that she softened with a gentle smile. "Em?" she enquired softly. I knew what she was asking without further explanation. I was caught up in the passion of moment but not so carried away that my mind had shut down. This was a life changing decision even if desire was rampaging through my veins it deserved my full attention. I delved deeply into my heart and the soul of Anne's eyes to garner what I knew all along. Anne cared for me deeply and would call a halt at the merest of signals from me. I admitted to being frightened and thrilled at this new experience that was about to unfold but there was something deeper here for me. I acknowledged the love I had for Anne, I don't know if it was the same for her but I knew to the depth of my being that my heart belonged to the woman now holding me.

Clinging together wetly, I gave a soft nod to Anne. She smiled and canted her head a little to resume the kiss. Her tongue sought passage inside this time, it pressed forward, swiping a silken greeting before sliding further in and reacquainting itself with the architecture of my mouth. She broke the kiss a second time after her tongue had glided about in a sweet yet short foray. Reluctantly she tore herself away to take my hand in hers. She gave me that special smile, the one where only I existed for her before squeezing my fingers reassuringly and leading the way to my bedroom.

As Anne led the way towards the bed my nerves jangled anxiously but anticipation rose long before we reached the foot of it. Her slender fingers slipped away from their hold on mine and skimmed towards the hem of her shirt. I couldn't allow this, my hand caught hers and brushed it away. I wanted to do this. A smile rose to our respective lips as my hand fluttered along the edge of Anne's tee before sliding the wet material upwards. The curtain of cotton peeled upwards and dipped drunkenly but I held it high enough to reveal the eye pleasing delight of Anne's breasts and trim tummy, a nipple and crown of dusty rose highlighted each hand sized swell. With Anne's help I pulled her top free and tossed it aside for an unobstructed view. That was all it took to stretch forth a hand and tentatively touch one of those small globes. I gathered courage and rolled a thumb across a pouting nub and meandered the tip of its nail around the base in a light stroll. Anne's smile deepened and I could see the fire building in her eyes.

Shortly after that Anne took over, her ardour couldn't be quenched and in no time we were both relieved of soggy clothing and sprawled across the bed. Anne's hands fell to my lithe figure like a sculptor with her most beloved piece of art. Her hands slightly trembled with reverence as they curved and moulded lovingly with every caress. I felt so cherished as she began the long gentle sweep of my back then drifted forward, cradling the silky under swell of each modest breast. I whimpered a small sound of pleasure, our eyes met and held until mine dropped in a moment of shyness.

I mm'd my soft approval as her hands fell away in a stirring squeeze to continue their exploring journey. A journey to hungrily learn and claim new territory. Her fingertips skittered further along the planes of my tummy in a caress made more of air and tingled upon contact. Onwards her digits flowed; leaving a trail of goose bumps as they glided around to the small of my back and laid flat, her palms warmed the tender hollow there. She slid those hands sleekly down each firm cheek as if memorising each half moon then trailed those fingers back up again for a second study.

I shivered as tiny ripples of delight coursed along my spine; I was becoming extremely sensitive to her touch. Anne was taking time ensuring that I fully enjoyed my sweet surrender to her. She drew both of her hands up to the nearest breast, between the two one of my modest mounds was encased. She captured and gently held it temptingly up to her dipping head. Her eyes held mine as she took the aroused pink pebble between her lips and suckled. Oh god that felt heavenly and then I was struck by the sweeping of her tongue, grazing the turgid nipple's underside, teasing the protrusion even further. The tip of Anne's tongue explored in a slow circle, her teeth just barely holding the nub in place. My loins swelled in a riot determined to match the aching need of my mantle. I did not believe I could last much longer after the sudden gust of furore that had sprung to life.

Anne's hands gently kneaded and stroked as she tugged once upon my nipple. I moaned freely, my feminine core was awash with fiery need and rapidly giving a wet ovation to Anne's attentions. Her tongue swirled and sashayed around the nub in a wavy dance. I buried my fingers deeply into the silky waves of her red gold tresses it was all I could do to hang on. She withdrew with a soft smile and inspected my moist bit of flesh before dipping her head and dragging her tongue across the slick upright temptation. Meticulously she repeatedly rasped her tongue in long rough strokes of pleasure. I didn't know if I could last through much more this was fast eclipsing any sexual experiences I had had before. I could already hear a faint buzzing in my ears of waves crashing but I did make it for a little longer at least I did for her greeting of the other nipple.

Straying from their earlier bosomed home, Anne's hands feathered along my midriff to settle upon my hips in a possessive hold. Having pulled free of my other nipple and clear to find new distractions she kissed a quivery trail that her hands had left behind. The kisses veered a little, branching off from the original path, away from her hands and closer to the centre of my waist. She stopped just above the cusp of my womanhood and paused to nuzzle the first curls of my neatly trimmed thatch. I didn't think, my limbs would have rebelled had I even managed to scrape up a mental denial, they easily parted and happily granted Anne access to uncharted regions. I inhaled a deep fortifying breath and closed my eyes. My fingers played with her hair, softly running through it seeking a semblance of balance even as I enjoy the chaotic swirling sensations funnelling throughout my body.

I licked parched lips as Anne now knelt above and massaged my hips. With the parting of limbs the extent of my arousal was announced by the musky scent that rose up so that even I was assaulted with its aroma. One of Anne's hands finally snaked its way down to glide over the sleek softness of my inner thighs, at her touch I trembled with nervous anticipation. Eventually Anne strokes moved upwards to greet my slick feminine mound above, she ended one building tension only to start fiercer one. Anne dipped an exploratory finger between my first folds, my hips swayed in response especially as she traced the outline of the hidden petals within. Her thumb joined the first digit and then another joined. They closed over one sleek inner lip, holding it captive between thumb and fingers while she massaged the velvety flesh between. My breath caught and a surprised `O' formed on my lips for Anne to see.

I rumbled my approval along with a second and wanton splaying of limbs. Anne laughed huskily and leaned forward so that she lips could play over those velvety folds. Her tongue flickered out in brief teasing caresses, there a second then gone just a quickly as she played over the length of satin petals. I was rapidly becoming a quivering mass of flesh where every touch brought down crashing waves of molten fire. I could feel her tongue dipping within the parted soft folds, seeking and tracing the sensitive flesh of my labia. I could feel Anne nuzzling her way even deeper, slowly searching with her tongue along my slit. In a swirling wide pattern she sought my tiny hooded nub, it was no accident when her lips brushed across it. My hips convulsed upward as a series of shocks ripped their way from my womb and raced outwards down to my fingers and toes where they finally burnt out.

Anne's tongue eddied and surged rapidly around her newly found prize. I moaned, I gasped and whimpered nonsensical sounds, the thrumming vibrations originating from my sex was gathering into a mighty storm. My hips by now were in constant motion no way could I remain still to receive further foraging across my core of sensitivity. Anne was determined, she doggedly followed the sway of my hips. Her arms wrapped around my thighs for support and in retaliation to a now moving object of desire, Anne dragged the length of her tongue over my tender clitoris. For that alone I fell into another tiny set of hip convulsions! Anne's warm breath washed over wet petals as her tongue darted out to find a relentless rhythm. She worked her tongue deeper inside, carefully spreading the folds of the hood backwards exposing the stem of my clit completely. Oh lord, I wanted to cry I didn't know whether for joy or fear of what I knew was to come as I felt her lips curve up into a smile, she lathe her tongue roughly over my poor defenceless nub.

The tips of my toes I swear were scorched from the fire sizzling there. I don't know when my hands had left Anne's hair behind but they were firmly imbedded into my sheets and mattress. Anne wasn't done yet she was having fun playing her tongue over the unveiled stem, toying with it and driving me to the brink of insanity. She was deliciously evil, dancing a playful touch here and a wispy caress there then a long sweet sweeping whorl. At last and to my lovely detriment her lips tenderly encircled and captured my clitoris for an inescapably fierce suckle. She never let go, drawing heavily her tongue partook in this last upheaval. I vaguely remembered the lashing of her tongue and the decadent pace set after the bursting of a billion stars took over my vision. I thought I was going to explode and in a way I did but this total loss of control and muscle-wracking excursion was beyond amazing. My last and becoming thoughts before oblivion was I'd found my home and something this wonderful couldn't be wrong. I must have been incoherent for some time because the next thing I remember is Anne laying next to me and coaxing my shivering form closer to her and beneath a blanket. She gave me another of her special smiles and kissed me tenderly, I could taste myself on her lips. I sighed softly now that I was fully returned to earthly bounds, I knew that I was now complete. I smiled at Anne with all the love I felt for her then managed to dredge up enough energy to husk roughly. "Wow..."

Anne threw back her head and laughed. She lowered her head for another kiss that I quietly reciprocated, it lingered for a time. "Yes, you could say that." Then with a grin she teased. " I take it you liked it?"

I gave her a playful jab for the tease and muttered. "You know I did." I then wriggled around till I was nice and cosily curled up with Anne, her breasts were my pillows. I thought about how perfectly my arm fit against her waist when another thought came to me. I chuckled and decided to share it. "You know, we got things backwards here. Usually the elder in the relationship is the teacher."

Laughing lightly Anne pressed a kiss to the top of my head and murmured "It's true, you can teach an old dog new tricks!" She knew of my hang up on age differences and often took the time to tease me over it.

I blinked and growled at Anne even as she continued to laugh at me. I had walked right into that one. "I'll teach you new tricks!" I rumbled then relented with a chuckle and snuggled closer to her warm figure. "Young whelp. You've worn out this old dog so you'll just have to wait till I've recharged my batteries to learn a few things."

Anne's laughter gradually slipped away, she nuzzled lovingly against my ear and murmured softly. "It'll be worth the wait, hon."