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											| Tired of the normal "fuck-suck"  I read, I decided to write some my own way.  They are much longer than most, and have (I feel)
 more character development than most other adult stories.
 
 This  is intended only to be enjoyed by consenting adults.  It
 is based on both real life experiences and fantasy.  Any
 similarities to anybody, living or dead, is intentional.  Only the
 names have been changed to protect the involved parties.
 
 If you are interested in more like these, my E-Mail address is
 mushrom@hotmail.com.  All of my  and more are now available
 at my web site, "Adventures In Erotica".  This is a free site, and
 the address is http://scroll.to/erotica
 
 I welcome any input, or comments, or your own stories.  Since I
 distribute it for free, please do not place it in any "pay for
 access" sites.  Other than that, as long as nothing is cut out
 (including these comments) distribution is unlimited.
 
 Thank you, and enjoy.
 
 Mary
 
 Mary had been my co-worker for just over a year.  We worked
 together at the same software sales company, and spent 2-3 days a
 month on the road.  When we were first teamed up together, nobody
 thought that it would work out.
 
 You see, everybody at the office knew that I was former
 military, and the stereotype of that of course is somebody totally
 inflexible in their outlooks.  I happen to be far from that, but
 nobody at work knew that yet.  The reason they thought that would
 affect us is that Mary is a Lesbian.
 
 I had always been of the belief that what a person does in
 private is their own business, as long as it is not illegal.  So
 this did not bother me any.  It soon became obvious to each of us
 that we were going to be good friends in fact.
 
 I looked forward to our evenings on the road.  Most of the
 trips were from 2-3 days each, and were fun as well as business.  It
 became our routine to go out to 1 or 2 clubs during the nights, and
 we would actually compare the ladies, telling each other which ones
 we thought were the best looking, best dressed, or might be the
 hottest in bed.  Occasionally one of us would even get lucky, going
 with a partner to our own room or the other persons place for a
 night of fun.
 
 We also spent a lot of time talking, either during the
 drives/flights to our sites, or in the evenings over dinner.  In one
 such conversation, I learned that she had been repeatedly molested
 as a child.  She did not saw who, but I assumed it was her dad,
 since she never talked about him.
 
 I already knew that she had a high sex drive, and would get
 depressed if she could not score at least one time during our stays.
 Mary told me one time that she liked men, but the idea of having sex
 with them repulsed her.  She knew it was because of the molestation,
 but was unable to change that.  However, during our second year of
 working together, she was drunk and giggled to me "If I was ever to
 try it with a guy, you would be the one."
 
 We were in Texas for a 1 week convention, and the weather was
 nasty outside.  We were lucky to get adjoining rooms, so we sat in
 and ordered dinner to be delivered.  So we sat in the room, eating
 pizza and drinking beer.  We had my curtains open, and watched the
 storm rolling across the plains.  It was a pretty sight, but I could
 tell she was not liking the thunder and lightning.
 
 She told me that it scared her, and always had.  After
 finishing off the pizza and beer, we said goodnight, and she
 returned to her room.  I watched  for a bit longer, then turned in
 myself.
 
 A few hours later, I was awakened by a loud crash, and
 realized that the storm had taken a very bad turn.  Several more
 claps of thunder followed closely afterwards.  I heard a stifled
 scream, and Mary ran into my room and jumped into the bed, actually
 shivering.  I held her as she lightly sobbed onto my shoulder, and
 waited for her to calm herself down.
 
 When it was obvious that the storm was not ending soon, she
 asked in a quiet voice if she could sleep with me.  I hesitated for
 a moment, and said that she could.  The storm continued, and soon
 she was lying next to me, my arms around her as she jumped during
 the claps.
 
 She told me of how bad her fear was, but that she could not
 help it.  She started to lay her head on my chest, but recoiled
 violently and shook.  I asked her what was wrong, and in a quiet
 voice she told me that it was my chest hair.  I was only wearing
 under shorts, so I quickly got a T-shirt out of my luggage and put
 it on.  That was good enough, and she laid her head back on my
 shoulder.
 
 She finally admitted to me that it had been her  that
 molested her, and did so for almost 4 years.  I felt saddened as she
 told me that.  She said that his chest was as hairy as mine, and the
 touching of it caused her to react against her will.  I softly
 caressed her back as we talked, and she admitted that it felt nice.
 
 "Why couldn't you be a girl" she joked.  "I could easily love
 you, if I could ever stand to have you touch me.  But just the
 thought of seeing or being touched by a penis makes me frightened
 and ill."
 
 I told her to relax, that I was simply trying to make her feel
 good, not to excite either of us.  I moved my hands down to the
 small of her back, and she actually purred quietly, pressing her
 belly against my side as I caressed and massaged her there.  I was
 surprised when she gently kissed my cheek, and thanked me for
 letting her stay with me.
 
 We soon fell asleep.  A few hours later, I groggily woke up,
 and discovered that we were lying spoon fashion, with her bottom
 pressed against my groin.  My arm was around her waist, and was
 actually cupping her breast.  I tried to quietly pull away, when
 she mumbled for me to stay.
 
 "It's OK, please hold me.  It feels nice, and I can handle
 this."
 
 The only question was whether or not I could handle it.  I had
 long been attracted to her large breasts, and I could feel that her
 nipple was stiff under my palm.  I made an adjustment, and she
 sighed as I brought my other arm under her, Mary resting her head on
 it as I reached down to cup her other breast.
 
 All Mary was wearing was a thin T-shirt and panties.  I could
 feel the warmth of her through the fabric, and found it very erotic
 and arousing.  But remembering what she must have been through, I
 was able to keep any sexual thoughts out of my mind, and just hold
 her like she was, a scared woman.
 
 We laid there for a long time, savoring the firmness of her
 breasts.  They felt so nice in my hands, and I could tell that she
 had large nipples, because they were both hard under my palms.  I
 buried my face into her hair, and smelled, enjoying the scent of
 her.  I realized that I was getting an erection, and pulled my groin
 back.  "No" she again whispered, and reached back to pull me against
 her again.
 
 "I am able to handle this right now, and I know that you can
 not control it."  There was another loud crash outside, and she
 trembled in my arms.  I whispered soothing things into her ear,
 trying to get her to calm down again.  Mary started to lightly
 caress my arm, and said that I was very helpful.
 
 I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, but she surprised me by
 turning her face, and kissing me on the lips.  This was not just a
 quick peck either.  Mary rolled onto her back, wrapping her arms
 around me and kissing me long.  I wrapped both arms around her back,
 holding her gently and firmly.  I wanted to hold her so badly, but
 did not want to scare her either.
 
 After about 10 minutes, we broke apart, and she breathed out,
 saying "wow" as she did.  We hugged closely, and she said that she
 had wanted to do that for a long time.
 
 "I don't have a problem with kissing you at all.  I could do
 that all night long."
 
 To make sure of that, we started to kiss again.  She slid her
 hand up into my hair, and I felt her tongue gently on my lips.  I
 opened, and she slid it into my mouth.  I gently caressed her tongue
 in my mouth, and she almost pulled it into her own mouth with hers.
 
 We did this for almost an hour, just deep kissing and hugging.
 It was getting light outside when we finally took a break.  I called
 down to the lobby, and learned that the show for the day had been
 cancelled, because of the storm.  I ordered room service again as we
 decided to just stay inside today.
 
 After breakfast, we cuddled up again, and she told me that it
 must have been our long time working relationship that allowed what
 we did during the night.  I said that I agreed, and that I would
 never do anything she did not want me to do.
 
 We rested for a while, then I awoke, again lying in spoon
 position, and with my hands on her breasts.  I heard a soft moaning,
 and realized that Mary was moving slightly.  I looked down
 carefully, and realized that she was playing with herself.  My cock
 gave a lurch, and she must have felt it because she suddenly
 stopped.
 
 "Mike" she whispered.  "Are you awake?"
 
 "Yes, I am" I whispered back.
 
 Mary surprised me by reaching up and taking my right arm off
 of her breast.  I started to remove my other hand when she whispered
 for me to leave it there.  She gently kissed my hand, and caressed
 her own face with it.  I started to caress her myself, and she
 sighed.
 
 I gently squeezed her  in my left hand, and she moaned
 lightly.  I was further surprised when she took my hand, and slid it
 down into her panties.  She had a  mat of pubic hair, and was
 very damp.
 
 "Please, I want you to do this, but be gentle."
 
 I kissed her again, deeply as I slid my hand in and around her
 pubic hair, gently playing with it.  It felt so nice, feeling her
 this way.  Soon I moved my hand away, and she moaned in frustration.
 
 "Just relax.  I want to make this last longer.  We have all
 day, no reason to rush.  Plus I want to make sure you are ready and
 able to handle this."
 
 I moved my hands up and cupped her face in them, kissing her
 deeply and passionately as I did so.  She shuddered lightly, but I
 could tell it was from passion, not fear or revulsion.  We continued
 to kiss like that, and I rolled us onto our sides, facing each
 other.
 
 I took my time, spending 10 minutes before I moved down to
 start kissing her ear and neck.  Mary moaned my name, and said that
 she had never felt this way before.
 
 "You are the first  that I can do this with, and not be
 scared or sickened."
 
 I continued to kiss her neck, and she actually purred as I did
 so.  I was caressing her back, but started to move my hand to her
 side, and was soon caressing the side of her breast.  I was trying
 to go slowly, because I really wanted to make love to her.  I kept
 telling her that I really cared about her, and that I would stop at
 any time.
 
 I moved my hand to the front again, this time concentrating on
 her nipple as I gently pinched and caressed it.  I was biting her
 ear lobe lightly, then  it into my mouth.  I felt her belly
 pressing against mine,  and it was marvelous.
 
 I felt her hands caressing my chest through the shirt, and I
 moved my hand down, then inside of hers.  I caressed her belly,
 slowly working my way up.  She moaned how good it felt, then kissed
 my neck.  I moved further down as I moved up, kissing her neck and
 shoulder as my hand cupped her breast.
 
 I knew that she was a 36C, from accompanying her on clothes
 shopping trips a few times.  Feeling them was even better.  I could
 tell that her nipples were as large as I had imagined.  Her areola
 felt to be the size of a half dollar, and I gently ran my fingers
 around them.  I gently caressed the side of her hard nipple, poking
 out stiffly from the center.  Mary moaned into my neck as I gently
 caressed her distended nipple, then softly pinched it, rolling my
 fingers around it.
 
 We continued this way for almost an hour, kissing and necking
 as I caressed her  and she caressed my back and chest.  We
 finally broke to take a rest.  Holding each other, we listened to
 the rain pour down outside as we quietly talked about the last day.
 
 After a while, Mary started to caress my chest again, and we
 started to kiss some more.  I slowly pushed up her shirt, and bent
 my head down to suckle her breasts.  I gently sucked, licking her
 nipple as I did.  Mary held my face tight, moaning softly as I
 lightly bit and suckled.  Soon, I felt her groin pressing against
 mine.  She rhythmically pressed her groin against mine as we kissed.
 Soon she was gasping, and pressing real hard against me.  We rolled
 over, with her on top of me.
 
 I continued to suckle and lick her  as she reached
 orgasm, I moved up to kiss her deeply.  She moaned into my mouth as
 she shuddered, and then collapsed on top of me.  I gently caressed
 her back as she laid there, holding me tight and kissing me all over
 my face.
 
 After Mary recovered her breath, she rolled onto her side, and
 we cuddled some more.  We talked, and she admitted that that was the
 first time she actually enjoyed having an orgasm with a man.  In a
 little  voice, she told me that sometimes her dad would force
 her to have an orgasm when he raped her.  It seemed that it made him
 feel more like a  when she would come when he gave her one, so
 she learned to fake them, just to get him to leave her alone.
 
 She slowly moved her hand up and down my chest, and moved her
 leg along my thigh.  It felt so wonderful, just holding this lovely
 lady.  Finally, she looked at me, and said "You have not  yet,
 have you?"
 
 I said that I had not, but it was OK.  She had, and that is
 what was important to me.  I felt her tremble as she lowered her
 hand, cupping my groin through my shorts.  She gently caressed my
 hardness through them.  I whispered that she did not have to do
 this, but she said that she did.
 
 "I want to get over at least some of this, and you are the
 best  I know of."
 
 With this, she pulled my underwear off, and slowly reached
 out.  After stopping a few times, she finally grasped my erection,
 and held it.  Very gently, she started to caress me, stroking me
 firmly.  It felt wonderful, as she held me tight enough to feel, but
 loose enough that her hand slipped up and down my skin.  I turned my
 head to kiss her, and felt her tremble slightly.  I whispered
 reassuring words to her again.
 
 I could tell that she was fairly good, but felt like I wanted
 to kill her father, knowing where she had gotten the experience.
 After about 5 minutes, she stopped and said that her hand was tired.
 I said it was OK, and we cuddled for a while.
 
 She said she was doing better than she expected she would, and
 reached down to remove my shirt.  I asked if she was sure, and Mary
 reassured me she was.  She gingerly ran her fingers through my chest
 hair, this time with no obvious revulsion on her face.  Slowly, she
 moved her hand, caressing my nipples.  She giggled when they became
 hard, comparing them to the size of her nipples.  After playing with
 them for several moments, Mary moved her hand down some more.
 
 Finally she was gripping my hard cock again.  By this time,
 she actually seemed like she wanted to do this, the hesitancy from
 earlier was completely gone.  We started to kiss again, as she
 rapidly moved her hand up and down my hardness.  After only a few
 minutes, I felt that I was close, and broke the kiss to warn her.
 
 Mary looked down, and I caught her smiling as I went over the
 top, and started cumming.  Sperm shot out, and the first few jets
 caught her in the face.  After that, they trailed off, covering my
 chest and belly.  I had not had an orgasm that strong in a long
 time.  When she finally let go of me, we shared another kiss, then
 Mary got up to go get a washcloth.
 
 It was wonderful watching her lovely body walk across the
 floor, then feel her gentle hand again as she gently washed the
 sperm from my body.  We then cuddled together some more, spending
 the entire day in bed together.
 
 That was 6 months ago, and things are still pretty much the
 way they were originally.  People are still amazed that this former
 military guy can work with a Lesbian, and vise versa.  We enjoy our
 out of town trips, and occasionally try to pick up on women, and
 laugh about it in fun.  But maybe every 2nd or 3rd trip, we make
 love like that again.  We have yet to actually have intercourse, but
 our necking and petting sessions are very enjoyable.  The last time,
 she even mentioned possibly involving another  between the two
 of us.  I do not know if that will ever happen, but I do care
 greatly  about Mary, and would probably do anything for her.
 
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