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The computer images remained in her memory in spite of the joy and relief she had felt with Charlie. They had had sex again, just before Althea had to get up to get to work. Their sex had been straight, with Charlie on top at first, but ended with her sitting upon him and moving to give herself the orgasm, riding his cock to release. She had come first, and then as he watched her contorted face, he had shot into her moist tunnel. They had embraced briefly, but Althea knew that the work day had intruded, so she arose, quickly showered again, and then headed for work, balancing coffee and a bagel along with a bag of work that had come home with her but was going back to the office untouched. Charlie arose when Althea was ready to leave, made himself some breakfast, showered, and headed home to get dressed for his day.
Althea had another creative and positive day. The intern, Sylvia, had contributed some good ideas, and the ad campaign was beginning to take final form, ahead of schedule. In the day's activities, Althea and Sylvia had enjoyed their interactions, and Althea was impressed by the young woman's poise and creative ideas, and also by the lithe, sensuous body that was evident beneath the white blouse, blue skirt, and jacket that covered her slim form.
The day, Friday, had moved swiftly, and quitting time had come before Althea realized that all had spent a full and good day. Sylvia was preparing to leave, and Althea was the only one remaining. "I really appreciated your contributions today, Sylvia," Althea told her.
"Thanks, Ms. Robinson," Sylvia responded.
"Please call me Althea," was the reply. "You've earned a role on this team, and I think of you as part of the bunch, so use my first name."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," Sylvia said.
In her rush to get some paper work into her carry-home bag, Althea managed to drop some of the papers onto the floor at her feet. Before she could set down the bag and bend over to get the papers, Sylvia was down on the floor, picking up the dropped items. As she sought the scattered papers, Sylvia's arm came into contact with Althea's leg. For Althea, it was as if an electric shock had gone through her, but a shock that, instead of causing her to jump away, had made her lean a bit to continue the sudden touch from the young intern. "Oh, I'm sorry," Sylvia said, pulling away from Althea's leg. "Don't apologize," said Althea, as she stooped down to assist in gathering up the papers. She looked into Sylvia's eyes as they reached for the last of the sheets. They both arose, somewhat red faced. Althea found that she was breathing hard, and not from physical exertion. Sylvia's eyes had been bright and lively, like those in some of the photos, and the image of the face in the photo, tugging on Althea's nipple, came into view. Althea felt moisture between her legs.
"Would you have time for a drink before heading home? You know, a TGIF drink?" Althea asked. "We worked hard today. I'm buying."
"Thanks," said Sylvia.
"I don't have anything special on for tonight." Actually, Charlie was away for the weekend, attending a conference in Minneapolis, and Althea felt a bit relieved, as she had feared that Sylvia would say something about seeing her boyfriend on a Friday evening. In the pace of the office, Althea hadn't gotten to know anything of Sylvia's personal life, but assumed that this willowy young woman had a boyfriend. She may have, thought Althea, but not tonight.
The papers finally were put into the bag, the lights shut off in their part of the complex, and Althea and Sylvia left the building. "Any preference?" Althea asked.
"I don't know much about this town at all," Sylvia said. "Most of my life revolves around work and the office. I want to do a good job for the agency. I'm enjoying the work and think it's what I want to do."
"We usually go down her to Tom's Pub, but let's get a bit further away from the office, Althea said. "Mind walking a couple of blocks?"
"I need the exercise," Sylvia replied. "Which way?"
They crossed the street and headed north, chatting about the project. The evening light was fading rapidly as they entered a small bistro. Althea had come here before with a former boyfriend. The place had been okay even if the companion had not. They found a small table away from the center. The place had some customers but wasn't crowded. "On me, now," Althea reminded Sylvia. Althea ordered gin and tonic and Sylvia requested a "light" bourbon and ginger ale. They sipped their drinks and made small talk of office matters. Althea asked about Sylvia's activities in Chicago, and Sylvia mentioned that she hadn't had time for much in the way of social activities. She had broken up with a boyfriend during her senior year and wasn't in much of a hurry to reestablish any serious relationship, or much of any relationship for that matter.
The alcohol was helping to wash away the stress of their day. Sitting side-by-side at the table Althea felt her right leg move slowly over to touch the left leg of her companion. She was prepared to move it back quickly if Sylvia had reacted, but Althea's touch resulted only in a firmer response from Sylvia. Their legs remained in contact as they finished their drinks. "Thanks for the drink," Sylvia said. "It hit the spot."
Althea's mind raced, filled with both hope and fear. She had never sensed any interest in sex with another female, but the photo had reached into and touched something deep within her. She had refrained from any social ties at her job, and knew that her work could be impaired by any emotional relationships. But Sylvia had reached into Sylvia, and was probing that same spot as the photo. "What are you going to do for dinner?" Althea asked, with a bit of trembling in her voice.
"I've got some good spaghetti at home that needs to be eaten, and there's plenty for both of us." Sylvia paused. Althea felt her leg push a bit harder into her own--perhaps it was just imagination. "Okay, if you don't mind. I don't want to intrude."
"You're not intruding, believe me," responded Althea. "I enjoy working with you."
Althea paid the tab and they walked out of the door. She hailed a cab, and they sat in the back seat, caught up in the darkness as the few blocks of Chicago flew by their windows. Althea remembered the cab ride with Charlie, and wondered what would happen if their hands would happen to touch, but drew back from any attempt. The cab disgorged them at her condo, and Althea opened the door and they both entered. "Kick off your shoes and get comfortable," Althea said to her guest. "I'll get the spaghetti out and zap it." She heated up some French bread, quickly put together a salad, and poured some Chianti, all the while talking small talk. They sat down across from each other at the small kitchen table and ate the steaming spaghetti. Althea's mind raced. She thought of what she "knew" and it conflicted with what she "felt." She knew of the relationships that allowed an advertising team to work, and of the problems that could occur if pleasure entwined itself with business. She also knew what would happen if any overtures toward Sylvia would be rejected, and how that might interfere with the work before them. But she also felt that she had to find out if the feelings, engendered by the photo, were real, and how deep they resided in her, and how strong they would be if reality caught up with fantasy.
"Can I tell you something? Something that happened to me the other day? Something I haven't told anyone about?" said Althea, leaning toward Sylvia in a way that transmitted intimate friendship between two women, something Althea had felt only a few times in her life. "What was it?" responded Sylvia. "I won't tell a soul. It must have been important."
"Promise you won't tell anyone?"
"No one."
Althea began to recount the story of the E-mail message, and of the strange web site. She left out the details of her reactions to the pictures, telling the story sans emotional strings. Sylvia seemed horrified that photos like that could appear on the computer. She asked questions about the photos, and Althea told her of her brief and abortive Hollywood career, and how the pictures seem to stem from that experience. "Can I see the photos?" asked Sylvia. "Would you rather I didn't see them?"
"I guess I'll let you see them," rejoined Althea, but they're a little embarrassing." Althea got up from the table and led Sylvia into the corner of her large bedroom where her computer resided. She switched the computer on and they both watched in silence as the screen came to life. Althea sat before the screen after pulling up another chair for Sylvia, and opened the file, which she had labeled "Insurance Plans" in which she had stored the images. When she clicked on the first one, it took awhile for the program in which the photos could open to come to life. But soon the first image filled the monitor's screen, and Sylvia let out an audible gasp as she saw the photo of Althea's face and the unknown body, spread before the camera and hiding no secrets from the viewer.
The second, third, and following photos were opened in turn. Althea said nothing, and felt somewhat embarrassed by the display on the computer screen. Sylvia said nothing at all. "Do you want to see the rest?" asked Althea.
"Yes," said Sylvia, and she pulled closer to the screen to better see the pictures on display. The anal and oral shots caused Sylvia to stiffen visibly, as, perhaps for the first time, she was exposed to the voyeuristic aspect of human sex.
When Althea reached the photo in which she was on her knees before her cute female lover, she lingered, allowing the image to sink into Sylvia. Althea felt her draw a bit closer to both her and to the screen as she looked at Althea's face reacting to the hand on her genitals and her nipple being pulled outward in pleasure and pain. "Wow!" Sylvia said, speaking for the first time. "What a picture!"
"Do you like that one?" Althea asked.
"Yes," Sylvia replied. "That's really sexy. Really sexy," she said, repeating herself for honest emphasis.
The final photo in the sequence came onto the screen. Althea turned to Sylvia. "Those are the photos. What do you think?" "Wow. Those are something else." Sylvia paused. "I've never seen anything like that before. I'm not sure what effect they're having on me. I can only guess at the effect they had on you when you first saw them. Any idea who sent you the E-mail?"
"I don't," said Althea. "I wish I did." Althea moved her hand to her mouse and started to close the program. Sylvia put her hand onto Althea's, and said, "Let me see them again, will you?"
"If you want to, sure. Here. You take the mouse."
Sylvia began to go through the photos a second time, and paused at each one for a longer period than when Althea had taken her through the portfolio. When she came to the photo of the two women, Sylvia kept the photo on the screen, looking carefully at the scene before her. "Wow. That's sexy stuff," she said. "Do you think that's sexy, Althea?"
Althea paused before responding. "It's the photo that probably sticks in my mind, more than the others. All the photos shook me up a bit. No, more than a bit. But that one reached something I didn't know I had. I'm not sure why." Althea looked at Sylvia, who was looking at the photo. Sylvia turned and their eyes met before the computer screen. Althea continued, "I've had sex with men, but never before with a woman, and never really thought about it. Until I saw this photo. Maybe I should just look at it as someone's perverted fun and let it go at that." "But you can't let it go at that, can you?" the younger woman said.
There was an awkward pause. Then Sylvia broke the silence: "I had sex with a woman. Once. It was my roommate in college, last year."
"Did you like it? Althea asked, not sure if she wanted to hear either of the possible responses.
"Yes. I did. So did she. But we never tried it again. She's married now."
Althea's hand moved to the computer mouse and over the hand of Sylvia, unmoving on the computer control. Althea wrapped her fingers around Sylvia's hand, and felt it tremble. She wasn't sure which hand was doing the trembling, as she felt her whole body shake at the touch. They looked at each other. "I don't want to put you into any awkward spot," Althea said. "You're the intern and I'm the boss. If you would rather leave right now I'll understand and there'll be nothing more said or done," she said as she slightly rubbed the fingers that seemed to grip the mouse more tightly.
"You're the boss and I'm the intern. You're right. But we're just two scared young women who aren't sure what they want. But right now I think I want you, if you want me," Sylvia said in a low voice. Her lower lip stuck out a bit from beneath her upper lip. It was moist and it trembled. Althea leaned forward and lightly kissed the trembling lip.
Sylvia leaned forward, and then was pulled even more forward by Althea's right arm as it went around her back. The two women met in an embrace that moved quickly to an open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues touched and each entered the mouth of the other. Althea slowly arose, pulling Sylvia with her, and their bodies pressed into each other before the computer screen. "Let's go where we can be more comfortable," she said, again kissing Sylvia before taking her hand and leading her toward the bed.
The light from the computer screen, now showing a screen saver, provided illumination for the room. The two women kissed again, mashing their mouths together in lust. "I'm not sure what two women do when they make love," Althea whispered. "But I want to try and I'm willing to be led anywhere you want to go." "I'm not very experienced either," Sylvia responded. "But I think we can find some things to do. Somewhere in this process we want to do what's on your computer screen." "Oh, God, Sylvia. I'd like that. I'd really like that," Althea murmured into the ear of her lover.
Althea began to unbutton Sylvia's blouse, and removed it from her slim shoulders. She left the younger girl's bra remain to cover her breasts as she removed her skirt, half slip, and then slowly rolled her stockings from her delicate legs. She stood before Sylvia, now clad only in panties and bra, drinking in her beauty. As she reached behind Sylvia to remove her bra, Sylvia pulled back, smiling. "Now it's my turn to undress you," she said, reaching for Althea's buttons. Blouse, skirt, slip, stockings -all came off. Now they were both alike, staring at each other like persons from another world. Althea dropped onto the bed and pulled Sylvia down to her. She pulled the younger girl into her lap as she sat on the bed's edge. Holding her in her arms she kissed her again. "You can leave anytime you wish," she said. "But I hope you don't leave for a while."
"You can't drive me away," Sylvia said, pulling Althea down to her, and meeting wet lips with her own. Althea reached behind Sylvia's back and unsnapped her bra. Her small, very pointed breasts now were bare. Her nipples were pink and the areolas were raised from the surrounding white flesh. Althea bent her head to the task of sucking first one nipple, and then the other, to hardness. Sylvia's hands found Althea's front clasp, and opened her bra. Althea's slightly larger breasts were now open to Sylvia's gaze, touch, and taste. Althea gasped as Sylvia's mouth closed around her left nipple. "God, they're so sensitive. Suck them...please suck them... Just like the photo."
"Then we have to get naked, really naked," Sylvia said. She stood, and pulled down her white panties, exposing the light hair of her vaginal area, now moist with her arousal. Althea looked at her, now completely exposed. "Take my panties off, please," she asked. Sylvia hooked her fingers into both sides and pulled the panties from her body and let them drop onto the floor. "You are shaved. You look beautiful. I wish I were shaved," she said, admiring the bare sex of her lover. "We can remedy that," Althea responded. "But later. I can't wait that long."
"Neither can I. Get on the bed, and let me make love to you like your photo."
They both knelt on the bed, their arms around each other locked in a kiss. Sylvia's hand slid down Althea's chest and stomach, and began to stroke the smooth skin above her vaginal slit. Her finger moved downward and rubbed her clitoris. "Oh, God!" Althea exclaimed. "Suck my nipple. Now!" Sylvia's lips caught the hard nipple. "Pull it. Pull it, please pull it!" Althea could barely speak. Sylvia slowly and sensuously pulled on Althea's nipple, steadying her body with her left hand and rubbing Althea's clitoris with her right. She pulled the nipple as far from Althea's body as she dared, but Althea said, "More, dammit. Pull it more. Tighter, oh, please!" Sylvia stretched the nipple out from Althea's body until Althea exclaimed, "Oh, God, hold it there," and grasped Sylvia's head with both of her hands. The two women didn't move. They were seemingly locked together, held by their touching hands and the beautiful pain of the sensuous stretch of nipple from body by lips locked tight. "Suck it. Suck it," whispered Althea. "Rub my cunt, please." Suddenly Althea stiffened and her body shook with a tremendous orgasm. Sylvia felt Althea's moisture flow onto her hand, and then Althea collapsed, pulling Sylvia down onto the bed.
"My gosh!" Althea exclaimed, after lying still for almost a minute. "That was really something else. I never knew an orgasm could be so strong. It must be the lover, but I'm sorry I came so soon," and she raised herself and kissed Sylvia. "Don't worry. You must have needed that, badly. I'll bet there are more inside of you, Sylvia said as she drew Althea's head to hers and met her lips with her own. The two women remained locked in a kiss, and Althea sensed that Sylvia's body was moving in ways that, better than words, spoke of the younger woman's need for release.
"Now it's my turn to please you," Althea said. "I never knew what women did when they made love to each other, but I think we've found some ways. Turn over on your stomach." Sylvia looked into Althea's face and then turned onto her belly. Althea began to run her fingers over Sylvia's neck and back, lightly bringing the tips of her fingers over the smooth skin. She ran her fingers onto Sylvia's buttocks and part way into the valley between the beautiful rounded globes. The fingers reached the area between her thighs and lightly touched Sylvia's vaginal lips before moving down her legs to her ankles. Sylvia's body moved in ecstasy and anticipation. Althea followed her fingers with her lips, kissing the same pathways that her fingers had followed, from neck to ankles. When she reached Sylvia's buttocks, Althea parted them to allow her tongue and lips to just brush the pink puckered anus before moving to do the same to the moist lips below. Sylvia's movements grew and she began to rise off of the bed to contact Althea's wet mouth. "Now turn over," Althea said.
Sylvia lay on the bed, writhing in small but obvious movements, impatient for Althea's next loving actions. Althea kissed her on the lips, but quickly moved to kiss her right ear lobe and suck it into her mouth. Then she arose, and her fingers began their sensuous journey down Sylvia's throat and chest. Althea avoided touching Sylvia's breasts, but swept her light touch on either side of the small pink-tipped mounds. Her hands moved down Sylvia's flat tummy and lightly combed her light brown pubic hair before bestowing their touch on her now moist vaginal lips. Althea then caressed each leg in turn, and slowly circled each toe with her thumb and forefinger, as if the toes were miniature clitorises, extended in arousal. As Althea ministered to her toes, Sylvia continued her movements. "Oh, you're a tease. A wonderful tease," she murmured. "Do you want me to stop?" Althea asked, playfully.
"If you do I'll kill you. Don't you dare stop!"
As before, moist lips and pointed tongue followed the path of the fingers. And as she had done with her fingers, Althea avoided Sylvia's breasts. Her tongue searched Sylvia's navel, then her mouth slowly caught and gently pulled Sylvia's pubic hairs, before the tongue traced the vaginal lips, now puffy with lust. Althea kissed her way down Sylvia's attractive legs and again sucked each toe into her mouth. "Oh, god. Don't forget my breasts," Sylvia said.
"I can't stand your teasing any more. Suck me!"
"Yes, lover," said Althea as she moved to a position in which her face was just above Althea's right nipple. Althea extended her tongue, moist with saliva, and just touched the nipple's hardened tip. It was as if her tongue had contained electricity--a shock hit Sylvia and she moaned, "Oh, god, yes!" Again Althea extended her tongue, and this time left a dab of saliva on the nipple, and then drew a strand of the slippery juice out from Sylvia's hard nipple, until the strand snapped. Althea immediately plunged her mouth over the pink nipple and areole, sucking both into her mouth with an intensity that contrasted sharply with the gentle teasing of before. She sucked hard, and Sylvia's body bucked upward as she sharply caught her breath.
Meanwhile, Sylvia's left hand began to probe Sylvia's vagina, spreading the lips, rubbing the hard clitoris, and entering her wet cavern with her middle finger. "Oh, yes. Push!" Sylvia responded to this new touch. Althea held onto Sylvia's nipple and pink areole with her lips while she pushed upward into Sylvia's body with her finger. Sylvia's body rose up to meet the friendly intruder, and Sylvia struggled to gain more feeling from Althea's finger. Althea briefly slid her finger outward and then inserted two fingers into the vagina. "Oh, yes. Push! Push more!" Sylvia said in a breathless voice that clearly revealed her arousal and her reaction to the second finger. Althea again pulled out slightly from the sexy, wet enclosure and brought her middle three fingers together and reinserted them, pushing hard. Sylvia's body again rose to meet her fingers, and she gasped in ecstasy. And then Althea put her little finger with the other three and firmly pushed up into Sylvia's writhing body.
"Oh, god, yes! Don't stop. Ever!" Sylvia spoke in a whisper. With her fingers Althea could feel the walls of Sylvia's vaginal cylinder, and could feel the increased flow of moisture that came as Sylvia grew more and more aroused. Althea wondered if she could...and then again pulled her hand out slightly, and brought her thumb in toward her slippery fingers, and gently but firmly pushed her whole hand upward into Sylvia's inner cavern. Sylvia stopped moving, and inhaled sharply. Althea's hand met resistance as the wide part of her hand struggled to clear the vaginal muscles that ringed the entrance. And then her hand moved further, and she was completely in Sylvia's vagina with her whole hand. Sylvia exhaled, and cried out, "Oh my god!" Then she whispered, "Just hold still for a minute, okay?" Althea held her hand still, and moved her mouth away from Sylvia's now reddened nipple. Then Sylvia said, "Now push. Push!"
With her left hand Althea could completely feel the walls of Sylvia's vagina. Her fingers felt the slippery sides, and she could reach clear to the end, and touch the rear flesh. Her fingers felt the round circle of Sylvia's cervix, and she stroked the small bulge gently, feeling the hole in the center. Althea, too, was aroused by her entrance into Sylvia's body, and leaned her head to her lover's ear and whispered, "You don't know how sexy this is, beautiful." Sylvia responded, again in a whisper: "You should feel what this is like. Stroke me right THERE." She indicated the spot that felt so good to her, and Althea's fingers circled her cervix and gently caressed the entrance to her womb. Sylvia now said, louder, "Now, lover, fuck me with your hand. Dammit! Really fuck me...!" Althea increased her movements with her hands, probing, pushing, moving the hand around to gain the sensation from all parts of Sylvia's sensitive vagina, and to provide sensation to all the surfaces of her inner body.
"Oh god. Yes. Yes. Yes." Sylvia almost shouted in a loud whisper. Althea knew that Sylvia's climax was almost there, and then she felt the muscles of her vagina expand and contract around her wrist and hand, and Sylvia pushed up hard, driving Althea's hand far into her body. Althea felt the contractions slow, and then sensed that her hand was now very wet with Sylvia's secretions. Sylvia collapsed back onto the bed, and Althea held her left hand very still while she stroked her lover's forehead with her right hand.
"My god. I never believed that anything could be like that," Sylvia finally said in a low voice. Althea kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm glad you liked it. I hope I didn't hurt you." A smile crossed Sylvia's face: "It was good hurt, if you know what I mean. The best kind of hurt. You're the best kind of lover."
Althea began to gently withdraw her hand from her lover's body. The slippery liquid made the movement fairly easy, and Althea held her hand up, looking at the thick coating of Sylvia's secretions. Then Althea moved her left hand to her mouth, and her tongue licked the liquid, to taste the inside of Sylvia. Then Althea put her little finger into her mouth, and slowly sucked the liquid from her finger, while Sylvia watched with surprised interest. "How do I taste?" she asked. "Good."
"Let me see." Sylvia reached up and took Althea's arm and moved her hand to her mouth, where she licked, and then sucked clean Althea's ring finger. They alternated the remaining fingers, finishing up with both women licking Althea's palm and the back of her hand, and then kissing a sloppy kiss by which they shared the taste and substance of Sylvia's orgasm.
"I don't know why I did that," Althea said. "But it was so incredibly sexy."
"I liked it. A lot. I want to put my juice on your body and then lick it off," Sylvia said. "Lie down on your back."
Althea lay down, and Sylvia knelt beside her, and then straddled her body. "Cup your breast for me," she said.
Althea's hands surrounded her right breast, pushing the flesh into a narrower and taller shape. Sylvia moved her slippery vagina directly over the breast and slowly lowered herself onto it, taking as much of the soft, sensitive flesh as possible into her vaginal entrance. She ground her body into Althea's chest, and then raised herself above Althea.
"Now the other breast," Sylvia said, and the procedure was repeated, while Althea began to squirm, becoming more aroused by her young lover's actions. "Now it's my turn to suck," Sylvia said.
And she began to rub her face all over Althea's slippery breasts and then to lick and suck the slippery pink nipples, which arose before her from Althea's writhing body. "Rub my clit," Althea moaned, and Sylvia's left hand went to Althea's shaved groin and began to rub the nub, which appeared, at the top of her now-open vaginal lips. Sylvia's hand began to enter Althea's vagina, to begin for her what Althea had done for Sylvia. But Althea was too aroused, and she grabbed the hand of Sylvia and moved it quickly back to her clitoris, saying "Later. I'm going to come. Now." And her body arched into Sylvia's hand and mouth as Althea came through the touch of her intern, and now her lover. Althea shivered, and held Sylvia's hand still on her body, too sensitive for more touching.
They lay together in each other's arms. They kissed lightly, still tasting their bodies in their mouths. "I wondered what women did to make love," Althea said. "I guess we found out, some of the ways, anyway. I liked what we did. I find you sooo sexy."
"So do I, lover," replied Sylvia. "So do I. Does this make us lesbians?"
"I don't think so," Althea said with a smile. "I could still enjoy Charlie," but then she added, "but not right now. I'm very satisfied."
Sylvia raised her head and propped it up with her hand, and gazed into Althea's face. "Were you like this before you saw those pictures?"
"Not at all," Althea said, thoughtfully. "I was pretty straight and really didn't like sex much. But something happened when I saw myself in those photos. I don't know what happened, but maybe they brought out a side of me that I wouldn't let out before. So I guess I'm glad that I saw the photos, and maybe even thankful for the person who sent me the E-mail. But I'd like to know who it was."
The two women cuddled for a long time, still tasting the fluids of the other in their mouths and feeling the afterglow of their lovemaking. Then Althea found Sylvia's wet hand and brought it to her lips and kissed and licked her juices until the hand was clean. Althea spoke quietly, "I'm afraid to ask, because you might say no, but you're more than welcome to stay here tonight." Sylvia responded with a smile. "I was hoping you'd ask," she said, "because I'd like to, very much. But I don't have any things with me." Althea said, "Oh, I'll just bet that we can find a new toothbrush, and maybe even a nightgown-that is, if you want to wear one. You don't need much else, do you?" "Right now, only you," was the response. They cuddled some more, and then slowly began to drop toward sleep. Quick trips to the bathroom were followed by "I don't think I need a nightgown." "Good. I won't wear one, either." They went to sleep in Althea's king size bed, touching each other gently with their hands.
Sylvia awoke with a start. For a second, she didn't know where she was, but then the smell of coffee reached her senses and she remembered that she was in Althea's condo, and that the two women had spent the evening together, exploring the new world of sexual experiences with another female. She looked around her. A robe had been laid on the bed, evidently by Althea. She put on the white terry-cloth garment, went into the bathroom to urinate and brush her teeth, and then walked into the kitchen. Althea stood by the counter, dressed in a blue robe of the same material as Sylvia's. "Well, good morning, beautiful," Althea said. "You must have been tired out." Sylvia walked over to her, a bit hesitantly.
She looked into Althea's warm eyes, trying to read the feelings of the other woman. "Good morning, Althea. How long have you been up?" "About an hour. I took a bath and made some coffee. I figured that the coffee would finally get to you."
Althea leaned toward Sylvia, watching for any signs that the younger woman was having troubles with their sexual activity of the previous night. She saw only brightness in Sylvia's eyes, and she planted a light kiss on her lips. Sylvia responded, and opened her mouth to allow her tongue to lightly protrude from her mouth and touch Althea's lips.
"I sure slept soundly," Sylvia said. "You tired me out last night."
"I'm glad you had a good night's sleep. Uh, how do you feel about last night?" Althea asked with some hesitation. "I feel like I learned some things, about myself and about sex. I feel good. How about you?"
"I'm still trying to make sense of my feelings," Althea responded, "but I really enjoyed last night.and I guess I'd do it all over again." Her arms reached out to Sylvia, and she held the intern close to her body. She could feel her curves through the cloth of the two robes, and the fact that they both were naked beneath the robes excited her. They kissed again, and Althea said, "What would you like for breakfast?"
They settled on eggs, toast, and coffee, and made small talk as they ate, discussing the job but without any serious considerations given to work, the ad campaign, or the others on the team. Sylvia rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. She turned from her task. "I'd like to take a bath now, if it's okay." "Sure," Althea said. "Let me know if you need anything." "You said something last night. I may ask you to keep your promise." Althea thought. "Now what did I promise?" "Something about shaving," Sylvia said. "Remember?" "Yeah. I'll keep my promise if you want me to." "I do."
Both women walked from the kitchen into the bedroom. They quickly slid their robes from their bodies. Althea turned to walk toward the bathroom to get Sylvia a bath towel, but Sylvia reached out and touched Althea's smooth, hairless groin. "I want to look like you," she said. "If I look half as beautiful and sexy as you, I'll be happy."
"Honey, you're more beautiful than me right now," Althea said, resting her fingers on Sylvia's left breast. "Let me get you a towel. I'm looking forward to this."