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The Coffee House (Part 1) 2/3
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THE COFFEE HOUSE (Part 1) ELAINE'S STORY CONT'D
They exited Zapp's, deciding against taking Elaine's almost-defunct 1980
Datsun. Denaria asked Elaine where she wanted to go. Elaine didn't know
and asked where Denaria lived. Only three blocks away. With guilty
fantasies playing in her mind, Elaine suggested they go there.
Denaria made good money as a Certified Massage Therapist, she told Elaine.
A nice car and nice apartment proved her right. Elaine wasn't even paying
attention to the street signs or driving. Instead, she was caught up in
the fantasies she was having about Denaria. Could it happen today? she
found herself thinking.
Denaria led the way up the stairs to her apartment. Almost disappointed
in herself, Elaine lagged behind, staring fascinated as Denaria's round
and sizable ass swayed in front of her. Elaine could feel the tingling of
desire all the way through her buttocks and down her legs. Her crotch
almost ached.
Fumbling with the keys, Denaria seemed similarly preoccupied. Just before
they stepped through the door, Elaine pressed next to Denaria with her
whole body. Ostensibly to minimize the rainfall on her head, both women
knew what it was about. And they both understood, then, what was goin to
happen.
Further small talk and a little wine. Elaine found herself waiting for
the moments when Denaria would look away from her; then she would press on
her crotch region quickly, sending a heavy spark of sensual pleasure
through her buttocks and back.
The talk turned to relationships, to the nature of attraction. "Do you
find me attractive?" Denaria asked. "Or is that question too much for you
now?"
"It's not too much." Elaine said, deciding on honesty. "I find you so
attractive I can hardly contain myself." She smiled nervously. Denaria
smiled in response.
"I'm a pretty open person." explained Denaria. "I think maybe we should
talk about sex. I'll be honest: I desire you."
"Oh.." Elaine could hardly stifle a "please". "I think so too. I've
never had sex with another woman." Here Denaria approached her, sitting
on the expansive couch next to her. "Would you consider me too forward,"
Denaria asked, taking Elaine's hand in her own, "if I did this." With
that, Denaria slipped Elaine's hand up her sweater, placing it firmly on
her left breast. Elaine's breathing quickened, her eyes locked on
Denaria's. Her answer was barely a whisper.
"No." Elaine began touching Denaria's breast, caressing it. Denaria
closed her eyes and leaned back into the couch, pulling Elaine on top of
her. Elaine dipped her head, kissing Denaria softly on the lips. The
newness of the sensation, the novelty of the realization she was actually
kissing another woman thrilled her, compelling her to slip her tongue in
between Denaria's lips searching for the other woman's tongue, probing in
her mouth as if ransacking it for something.
Obviously excited, Denaria clamped her lips around Elaine's tongue,
sucking it hard and entreating it to go deeper, to penetrate her mouth.
Pressing her lips hard against Denaria's wide-open mouth, Elaine pushed
her tongue as deep as she could, all the while caressing Denaria's breast
with greater pressure and intensity.
Denaria's hands fumbled with Elaine's shirt and jacket, searching for
Elaine's own breasts. Tongue still in her mouth, Denaria found them, and
grabbed them, kneading them and lifting Elaine up with the force of her ardor.
Denaria moved one hand to the back of Elaine's head, pushing her own
tongue into Elaine's mouth as she forced Elaine's over her open mouth.
Probing, searching, penetrating, Elaine could hardly believe the
highly-strung sexually intense feelings plowing through her body. As she
moved her legs, she could feel the slick lubrication wetting her panties.
Taking the initiative, Elaine found the waistband of Denaria's leggings
and slipped her hand down them. Denaria bucked as Elaine found her
crotch, pressing greedily to her hand for stimulation.
They rolled off the couch and onto the thick pile carpet of the floor.
Denaria moaned as Elaine worked her hand against the wet mat of hair that
marked her vulva. Finally ending their marathon kiss, they looked at each
other, transformed. Instead of smiling congeniality, they each recognized
sensual, animalistic lust in the other's eyes. Sweat began to trickle
down Denaria's face as Elaine continued her coarse rubbing.
"Take your clothes off." said Denaria. I want to look at you. Slowly,
Elaine, removed her hand, now slick and filling the room with the heady
smell of sexual pleasure. She undid her belt, letting her loose jeans
fall to the floor. She let her hips sway sensually as she kicked off her
boots and took off her flannel shirt and jacket. She was wearing no bra,
and could see the panting desire in Denaria's eyes as she looked at
Elaine's spare breasts.
"Wait." Denaria said as Elaine prepared to remove her panties. "Turn
around." Quickly Elaine spun around, then slowly slipped her fingers
under the waistband and pulled the panties down, progressively bending
over as she did so. Unlike Denaria, Elaine was skinny, and her buttocks
separated completely as the panties touched the floor.
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