## House Sitting

## By Mavis Applewater

May 2003

Disclaimers Yes, I know who they look like and trust me it isn’t them. The characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be posted, copied or sold without the author’s permission. So there! If for any reason you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women in a loving sexual relationship, then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material then do me a favor and don’t until it is no longer a crime for you to view this material.

A very special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mary.

As always this is for Heather.

Emily rolled her eyes impatiently as Sandra went over the puppies feeding schedule one more time. "I get it." She finally huffed at her exuberant older friend. Emily worked part time for Sandra’s husband Jack at his law firm located in the heart of Boston. The couple was finally taking a well-deserved and well-needed vacation. Since the both of them were fond of the college student and trusted her, they asked if she would house sit during the two weeks they would be enjoying their cruise. Emily jumped at the chance to enjoy two weeks of solitude at the comfortable farmhouse located in Rowley.

It was the summer just before Emily was to start her first year of Grad school, and the chance to enjoy time alone simply reading and sitting by Jack and Sandra’s pool instead of enduring the cramped living space of the apartment she shared with three other women sounded like a dream come true. Not to mention being paid for doing nothing except feeding the dogs and making sure no one broke into the couple’s home was a definite bonus.

"I’m sorry," Sandra laughed. "It’s just that we’ve never left the puppies alone for so long."

"You know you keep calling them puppies," Emily chuckled as she watched the four very large Great Danes romping about in their kennel. "And they are a little bigger than that."

"I know. But they will always be our puppies," Sandra said with a smile.

"You guys need to have a kid," Emily noted as she brushed her long dark hair from her brow.

"We’re trying," Sandra confided. "Don’t forget that Sherrie will be arriving on Monday."

"How is your kid sister?" Emily inquired having met the shy blonde a couple times before.

"Good," Sandra responded. "But like you the last semester was hard and she needs a break before starting Grad school. Are you sure you won’t get bored stuck up here all by yourself?"

"Are you kidding?" Emily laughed. "Did you ever room with three other women in a two bedroom? Not to mention the heat in the city. Yeah it is going to suck hanging around this place and relaxing by the pool for two whole weeks."

Emily drove the couple to Logan Airport with a promise to hug the puppies every day. She returned and fed the four over grown beasts and gave them a hug. She relaxed that night by the fire sipping a nice glass of wine.

The rest of the week was pure bliss for the brunette. She awoke every morning and fed and played with the puppies. By the way the dogs frolicked Emily could understand why Sandra and Jack called them puppies. Then she would do laps in the pool for thirty minutes before showering. Then she would brew a pot of coffee and read the morning paper wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties. By the third day, Emily vowed that after Grad school she would never have another roommate.

The following Monday she was enjoying her morning ritual as she stood half dressed in the kitchen flipping through the Globe while she waited for the coffee pot to finish sputtering. She was startled by the sound of the front door opening. Her heart was racing as she took in her state of undress and listened to the sounds of approaching footsteps. "Hey there," Sherrie greeted her as she stepped into the kitchen.

"Geez, you scared the life out of me," Emily exclaimed as the small blonde blushed.

"Sorry," Sherrie apologized with a shy smile.

"No worries," Emily offered as she noticed the blonde blushing slightly as she looked at her shoes. She had always found Sherrie to be a little shy but her reaction was surprising. Emily hoped that the girl wasn’t a prude since she was really enjoying not having to be fully dressed in the morning. ‘I guess doing my morning laps naked is out of the question.’ She mentally grumbled. "Want some coffee?" She offered as the smaller woman finally looked up.

"Thank you," Sherrie accepted her offer with a hint of a smile.

"Help yourself," Emily said as she reached up to the cabinet and grabbed a fresh mug. She could have sworn she heard the blonde gasp when she was stretching to retrieve the mug. She looked back in confusion and was surprised by the wide-eyed expression on the blonde’s face. "Why don’t I just go and put something on?" She quickly suggested as she handed Sherrie the mug.

Emily stumbled back slightly as their fingers brushed and she experienced a warm sensation flooding her body. "Are you okay?" Sherrie asked as she reached out and grasped the taller woman by the arm in an effort to steady her.

"Fine," Emily blurted out in confusion as her body burned from the blonde’s touch. "I’m just . . . Well . . . Uhm . . . I’ll bring your stuff upstairs."

She shuffled out of the kitchen and grabbed up the other woman’s bags. She couldn’t understand why her palms were sweating and her heart was racing. She felt much better when she dumped Sherrie’s bags in the guest room that was located across the hall from the spare room she had been using. ‘I hope I’m not getting sick,’ she pondered as she wandered across the hallway to her own room. Feeling better after she had tossed on a pair of shorts she returned back downstairs to the kitchen.

She smiled when she discovered Sherrie sipping a mug of coffee as she flipped through the Globe. "Thanks for bringing my stuff upstairs," the blonde offered seemingly more at ease. "Which room am I crashing in?"

"The one next to Sandra and Jack’s," Emily explained as she freshened up her own cup of coffee. "I’m across the hall."

"I hope I’m not cramping your style or invading your space this week." Sherrie offered. "I just needed some down time after my finals and my roommates."

"I hear that," Emily grunted in agreement. "But, no, you are not cramping my style. Except I guess I’ll have to start wearing a bathing suit in the pool." She teased as Sherrie choked on her coffee.

"Sorry," Sherrie choked out with a smile. "And feel free."

Emily was confused by Sherrie’s suggestion before she shrugged it off as just good-natured teasing. "Actually I’m looking forward to your company." Emily stated sincerely.

"For swimming?" Sherrie teased in a husky tone.

Something about the timber of the blonde’s words sent a shiver down Emily’s spine. ‘Oh boy I thought she was shy now I feel like I am getting in way over my head.’ The tall brunette’s mind panicked as she took a seat next to Sherrie at the kitchen table. She had to admit she had been thrown a bit off kilter by Sherrie’s attention. Not that the sensations were unwelcome, they just brought up some things that Emily had worked very hard to avoid.

It had been easy to avoid her feelings with the demands of finishing school and her job at the busy law firm. The pressure of getting into Harvard’s graduate program had been a heavy diversion as well. Unlike her roommates who had viewed their last year of school as one big party, Emily had worked even harder than before. She passed on having anything that closely resembled a social life for the past two years. She had managed to convince herself that she was avoiding dating so that she could focus on her studies. And it was the truth, but not the entire truth.

The other truth that she didn’t want to face was the emerging feelings that she was certain would further separate her from her family and so called friends. She shyly peeked over the steam emanating from her coffee mug and spied her employer’s sister in-law. She had noticed the blonde’s beauty prior to this morning, and had managed to brush aside the way she felt around the smaller woman. Now they would be living together for almost a full week without the distraction of another person.

Emily wondered if perhaps the solitude and relaxing atmosphere might just be the distraction that would finally give the brunette the nudged that she needed. The emotional tango was in full swing as she questioned Sherrie’s earlier behavior. The blonde might have been teasing or just being friendly. ‘Then why did it feel like she was flirting with me? And if she is flirting what in the hell should I do?’ She debated back and forth as she carefully reviewed the interaction she had shared with the blonde just a few short moments ago.

"Are you all right?" Sherrie asked with concern stirring the brooding brunette away from her musings.

"Sorry," Emily quickly apologized. "It’s just all this peace and quiet got me thinking. I’m just not use to being able to do nothing."

"I know what you mean," Sherrie sighed in agreement. "I live with two couples and all though I love all four of them dearly, one is quirkier than the next. Add to that none of them are students so they didn’t understand my constant need to study."

"You sound exhausted just talking about them," Emily laughed as she began to clean up the kitchen. "So you live with two guys, I thought three women were a major pain."

"Three guys," Sherrie corrected them. "The only up side is that since I’m single I get my own room."

"That must be nice," Emily sighed. "The last time I had my own room was when my sister Janice went to college. It was truly the best year of my life. Wait, you said you lived with two couples?"

"Right," Sherrie explained as she stretched out her body. Emily’s blue eyes widened in surprise as she was granted a slight peek at the smaller woman’s well-toned abdomen. "Brad and Joyce, and Max and Felix. Brad is a comptroller, Joyce works for Fidelity, Max is a waiter/actor and Felix is a drag queen at night and a clerk at Banana Republic during the day."

"Sounds festive," Emily laughed mentally noting that her new friend was at least gay friendly.

"To say the least." Sherrie laughed. "The funny thing is Brad and Joyce are the wild ones, must stem from having to act like adults all day long. So what is on the agenda for the rest of the day?"

"Well I’ve fed the kids," Emily began. "So they are all set until tonight. I was just planning on working on my tan and doing a little reading by the pool."

"Sounds exhausting," Sherrie sighed. "Are you certain that you are up to the task?"

"I guess you’ll just have to give me a hand," Emily pouted in response.

"If I have to," Sherrie sighed before breaking out with a mischievous grin. "Let me just toss on my work clothes. Unless, of course, bathing suits really are optional." The blonde added playfully as she bounced out of the kitchen.

"Oh my," Emily choked out not knowing if she should be excited or afraid?

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"You were right Emily," Sherrie sighed as she adjusted her sunglasses. "This is exhausting work. I can’t decide if I should just sit here all day, or do a few laps. Then again there is my growing thirst."

"Isn’t it torture?" Emily agreed as she tilted her head back enjoying the feel of the sun beating down upon her. "I guess I’ll go and get us something to drink. Ice tea or lemonade?"

"Another decision," Sherrie sighed deeply. "Ice tea, I suppose. Do you want me to get it?"

"No, I’ve got it," Emily reassured her companion as she climbed out of her lounge chair. "I think I’ll indulge in a dip when I get back. I’m getting hot."

As Emily made her way back into the house she smiled at her comment. She was getting very hot and not only because of the summer heat. Once Sherrie and she relaxed by the pool the sight of the blonde in her black bikini was making Emily hot and sweaty in the most interesting places. She was also learning that despite the blonde’s shy façade the smaller woman was actually a bundle of energy once she started talking.

Emily couldn’t help but smile at the way the two of them had chatted endlessly all day long. When she first learned that Sherrie was going to be staying at the house during the second week of her seclusion she had been worried that the two of them wouldn’t have anything in common. Now her only problem was that they were getting along a little too well. With each passing moment the brunette could feel her attraction growing. She was still completely clueless if the small blonde was interested in women or not. And if she were would she be interested in spending time with Emily?

"What am I doing?" She scolded herself as she blew out an exasperated breath. "Just bring the girl her ice tea and chill out."

Having properly chastised herself for her wishful thinking she gathered up the pitcher of ice tea and a couple of glasses and headed back out to the pool. She stumbled and almost dropped the items when she spied Sherrie floating on her back in the crystal water of the pool. ‘Well I guess that definitely confirms that I’m attracted to women, because I just forgot how to breathe.’ She reasoned as she placed the pitcher and glasses carefully down on the table that rested between their lounge chairs.

She watched as Sherrie rolled over and dipped below the surface of the water. She licked her lips as she watched the blonde’s body gliding just beneath the surface. "Hmm," She sighed as she continued to drink in Sherrie’s body. She removed her sunglasses just as her companion’s body broke the surface. She was forced to stifle a gasp as she watched droplets of water cascading down Sherrie’s inviting form.

In an effort to mask the more than noticeable way her body was reacting to Sherrie, Emily dove into the pool. The water embraced her as she plunged to the bottom. Emily felt slightly more comfortable as she emerged from the water. She blew out a heavy breath as she broke the surface. "Well hey there," Sherrie called out to her with a brilliant smile.

Emily almost sank in the water when she caught the gleam in the blonde’s emerald eyes. "Hey there yourself," She heard herself panting in response as she began to tread water. The blonde flashed a coy smile as Emily realized that she had swum closer to the smaller woman.

"So did you fetch my ice tea wench?" Sherrie teased her, as the blonde’s face grew brighter.

"Wench am I?" Emily gaped in mock horror as she felt herself being drawn even closer to the small blonde.

Emily tried to convince herself that her labored breathing could be blamed on having to tread water and not being so close to Sherrie. Or the way the smaller woman was looking at her. "So wench," Sherrie teased with a soft giggle as Emily playfully splashed her with some water. "What is on the agenda for the rest of the day?"

"Again with this wench business?" Emily blew out before she leapt forward and dunked the blonde under the water. She was cackling as the smaller woman emerged sputtering and scowling. "Now that is taken care of I’m going to dry off and sip my ice tea which I might just share with you if you’re good."

"I’m always good," Sherrie, teased in a saucy tone as they swam towards the edge of the pool. "I also believe in paybacks."

Emily chuckled as they lingered on at the edge. "I’m shaking," Emily snorted out with disbelief.

"Just you wait," Sherrie scowled before she winked at the smirking brunette.

Emily was caught up in the moment as she was suddenly sharing a lingering gaze with the other woman. The brunette’s heart began to beat just a little faster as their arms brushed. "Should I be afraid?" She whispered as she leaned slightly closer to Sherrie. Emily leaned in so closely that she could see each drop of water trickling down the blonde’s face. She swallowed hard suddenly feeling as if the barriers between them had vanished. Her eyes drifted to Sherrie’s lips and she could feel the blonde’s body brushing against her own.

Suddenly Sherrie lifted herself up and out of the pool, splashing the stunned Emily in the process. The brunette shook her head in confusion. She had been certain that they were just about to kiss. She took a moment to regain her bearings before lifting her own body out of the pool.

Still confused by what had transpired between the two of them only moments before, Emily turned her back to the smaller woman as she dried off. She decided that the whole thing had simply been her overactive imagination kicking in. She settled back down on her lounge chair and sipped the glass of ice tea Sherrie had poured for her.

They sat in silence enjoying the afternoon sun. Emily began to worry that perhaps Sherrie had realized what she had wanted to happen and was disgusted by the idea. "It is getting late," She finally offered. "I’m going to feed the puppies then I’ll see about feeding us."

"I’ll make a deal with you," Sherrie offered in a pleasant tone. "I’ll take a shower while you are feeding the beasts and then I’ll cook dinner for us. I’ll even raid Jack’s precious wine cabinet."

"Now how can I refuse such a generous offer?" Emily eagerly accepted.

Emily threw on a pair of cut offs and went to see to the puppies. After each one was fed and she had played with all of them she returned to the house. When she returned she found Sherrie out on the back porch turning on the grill. "Need any help?" She called out as she snuck a peek at the blonde now dressed in a white t-shirt and khaki shorts.

"I’m all set," Sherrie called back with a smile and a wave.

"Good," Emily responded. "I’m just going to hop in the shower. I smell like chlorine and doggies."

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After dinner Emily was swinging on the hammock strung up on the back deck looking up at the stars. She smiled as Sherrie stepped out on the back porch carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. "Trying to get me drunk?" She teased the woman she had just shared a nice dinner with.

"Perhaps." Sherrie played along as she uncorked the wine and poured a glass for each of them. Sherrie handed Emily a glass before setting the bottle down. "Or maybe I’m just trying to get the hammock away from you. Scoot over?" Emily didn’t miss the slight hint of nervousness in the blonde’s voice as she asked to join her.

Emily responded by sliding over in the hammock, which was definitely designed with two people in mind. She couldn’t stop the bright grin that emerged as the blonde settled down next to her. They were swinging lightly as they sipped their wine and looked up at the stars.

"This is nice," Sherrie offered quietly. "You know when they first started out Sandy and Jack lived in this tiny one bedroom. I don’t know how they kept from killing each other."

"Must be love," Emily surmised as they continued to sway.

"Yeah," Sherrie responded with a contented sigh. "I’m glad they found each other. They worked really hard for all of this and I was thrilled when they decided to finally take a real vacation. Of course I think the real reason is so they can try and make a baby."

"Sandra hinted around about that before they left," Emily confirmed with a smile.

"I can’t believe that my booger of a sister is actually going to be someone’s mom." Sherrie laughed. "You wouldn’t believe how much I use to love to torture her when we were growing up."

"And here I thought you were the nice one." Emily laughed as she felt her body warming. With each sway of the hammock their bodies pressed closer and closer together. She took another deep swallow as she kept her eyes locked on the night sky. She tried ignoring how her skin was tingling from the feel of Sherrie’s body nestled up against her own.

The emotional dance inside of the brunette’s head was once again in full swing. She was debating on whether or not Sherrie was flirting with her or completely clueless on the havoc she was creating with her nearness. Just at the moment the frightened brunette was certain that she was about to have a complete melt down, Sherrie did something that changed everything.

Emily’s heart jumped into her throat as she felt the blonde’s tiny hand resting on her bare forearm. She fought to steady her breathing as she felt Sherrie’s fingers lightly running down the length of her arm. Still she didn’t want to read too much in her companion’s actions until she felt Sherrie’s fingers lacing around her own.

Emily released a nervous breath before she looked down at their linked hands. "Is this alright?" Sherrie asked her softly as she kept her emerald eyes looking up at the stars.

"Yes," Emily responded softly as she gave Sherrie’s hand a gentle squeeze before turning onto her side so she could study her companion.

"Good," Sherrie smirked as her thumb traced the back of Emily’s hand.

Emily set her wine glass down on the deck as they rocked gently. Her focus was on simply studying Sherrie’s delicate features and watching the rise and fall of the blonde’s chest. Unable to resist temptation she brushed back Sherrie’s short blonde bangs from her brow. She was mesmerized by the way Sherrie’s skin warmed the tips of her fingers.

As Emily ran her fingers through Sherrie’s short blonde locks, the smaller woman placed her wine glass down on the deck. She turned to face Emily who swallowed nervously. Sherrie’s gaze drifted down to Emily’s lips and the brunette was certain that her heart was about to explode as she reeled from the warmth spreading through her body.

She watched as Sherrie licked her lips as she cupped the brunette’s face. Emily leaned into Sherrie’s touch as she felt her stomach clench with a sudden jolt of desire. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt Sherrie’s warm breath on her skin. She moaned as Sherrie’s lips brushed against her own. The kiss was brief yet the softness filled Emily with a deep need she had never experienced before.

Her lips were still tingling as the brief kiss came to an end. Her eyes remained shut as she felt her nipples straining against the material of her white cotton blouse. "I’ve been dying to do that since I first saw you in the kitchen this morning," Sherrie whispered hotly in her ear. Emily’s head tilted back slightly as the feel of Sherrie’s nearness dominated her senses.

She felt Sherrie’s tongue slowly tracing her bottom lip and she parted her own lips in response. Sherrie reclaimed her lips, this time with a fiery passion. Emily wrapped her arms around the small blonde’s body and pulled her on top of her. Their tongues met as the kiss deepened. Emily moaned into her lover’s mouth as she felt Sherrie’s knee parting her thighs and pressing against her center.

A small voice deep inside of her was warning her that things were happening too fast. Emily turned a deaf ear to the nagging voice as her hands began to roam across Sherrie’s back and she lost herself in the feel of the blonde’s body melting into her own. Emily’s heart was pounding as her lower anatomy began to beat in the same demanding rhythm.

With one last caress Sherrie’s lips departed from hers. Emily’s eyes drifted open as she tried to calm her heart. She couldn’t speak as Sherrie looked down at her with a penetrating gaze. "How do you do that?" Emily absently asked.

"Do what?" Sherrie purred.

"Take my breath away just by looking at me?" Emily stammered out with disbelief as Sherrie’s eyes drooped in a bashful manner.

Emily pondered if she should slow things down as their bodies pressed closer together. All thoughts slipped away as Sherrie reclaimed her lips in a slow promising kiss. Emily’s hands drifted to the smaller woman’s waist as she felt Sherrie’s thigh pressing against her center. Her hips rolled against the blonde’s touch in an effort to alleviate her aching need.

She could feel her body becoming wet with desire as Sherrie’s thigh began to move against her. Emily’s thighs tightened against the smaller woman’s as the hammock swung beneath them. Emily clutched Sherrie’s hips tighter as the blonde’s tongue explored her mouth. Emily was lost on the feel of the blonde’s lips and tongue awakening her long forgotten desires as her hands slipped down and cupped Sherrie’s bottom.

Sherrie’s hips thrust in reaction to Emily’s touch. Sherrie’s hands ran along the brunette’s sides until she was running her thumbs along the supple curve of Emily’s breasts. Emily’s body arched against Sherrie who had molded her smaller frame against the taller woman. The brunette was gasping for air as the kiss ended.

Her mind was reeling from the intensity of the kiss as she felt her lover’s hands exploring her body. She relaxed into the motion of their bodies and the swaying of the hammock as Sherrie began to unbutton her sleeveless blouse. The blonde kissed her neck as she slowly undid each button. As each button was freed Sherrie kissed the patch of exposed flesh as Emily whimpered helplessly.

The night air was filled with the sounds of crickets chirping and the hammock straining against its hold as Sherrie brushed open Emily’s blouse. The brunette clung to her lover as Sherrie ran her tongue along the sweet valley between her breasts. Emily released another whimper as she felt Sherrie unclasping her bra.

Emily’s nipples became erect as the cool night air mixed with Sherrie’s breath caressed them. Sherrie slowly circled each erect bud as Emily rocked against the smaller woman who was covering her quivering body. Emily arched her back and pressed her nipple against Sherrie’s soft lips. "We should slow down," Sherrie whispered against her skin.

"I know," Emily grunted as their bodies crushed against each other. Sherrie didn’t pull away instead her tongue slipped across Emily’s nipple.

Sherrie’s tongue flickered across the bud before she captured it in her mouth; Emily began to pull the blonde’s t-shirt up. Emily’s body rocked as Sherrie’s mouth feasted upon her breasts. The brunette ran her hands up Sherrie’s back until she felt the resistance of the blonde’s bra strap. Emily was pleased when she released the garment without fumbling like a schoolboy. She was far too hungry in her need to feel Sherrie’s skin to allow the barriers of their clothing get in her way.

Emily’s fingers glided across the curve of the smaller woman’s body. She felt her clit throbbing as Sherrie murmured with pleasure against her skin. She groaned in protest as she felt the blonde’s mouth leaving her skin. Her groans quickly turned pleasurable as Sherrie’s mouth tasted its way across her chest to her other breast and began to lavish it with the same attention.

Emily had never felt this kind of fire burning inside of her before. Sherrie’s hands caressed the front her body until they were lowering the zipper on her shorts. Emily released a deep moan as she felt Sherrie’s fingers running along the elastic band of her underwear. Emily couldn’t control her body as she pressed her wetness against the smaller woman’s touch.

She was amazed at how tender Sherrie’s touch was as she parted her. Emily knew that her desire was filling her lover’s hand as she gently stroked the brunette. Emily rocked her body in response. The brunette’s hips jerked forward as she felt Sherrie’s thumb brushing against her throbbing clit.

Emily felt exposed as Sherrie lowered her shorts down to her thighs. They began kissing once again and the brunette felt as if her entire being was on fire as Sherrie’s fingers teased and caressed her clit. She could feel the nub pulsating harder with each stroke of the blonde’s fingers.

The mesh ropes of the hammock burrowed into the firm flesh of Emily’s backside as her lover explored her wetness. They laughed as they steadied the hammock, which had begun to swing wildly beneath their urgent movements. "I’ve never done this in a hammock before," Sherrie laughed as her nimble fingers glided along the brunette’s slick folds.

The lustful gaze the blonde was casting down upon her stoked the fires of her passion. She chewed on her lip suddenly nervous knowing that she should reveal the truth before their passion consumed them. "I’ve never done this before," She meekly confessed.

Emily watched as the puzzlement clouded Sherrie’s emerald orbs. "You mean make love in a hammock?" The blonde asked her voice trembling with a hint of nervousness.

"That either," Emily sheepishly responded as she felt Sherrie’s hands stilling.

"Okay," Sherrie said very slowly. The only reassurance the brunette felt was the way the blonde’s hand was still nestled between her thighs. "You’re not gay?"

Emily blew out a frustrated breath as she tried to gather her thoughts. Of course thinking clearly was more than a little difficult with the way that their bodies were nestled together and Sherrie’s hand was cupping her wetness. "I have been questioning it for a very long time," She tried to explain as Sherrie nodded in understanding. "I guess I should have mentioned this before we started making out."

Sherrie chuckled lightly as she flashed Emily a warm and endearing smile. "That might have been a good idea," Sherrie chuckled again. "Tell me Emily how long have you been questioning yourself?" The blonde asked as her fingers began to trace the brunette’s slick folds.

"High school," Emily confessed as she tried to focus on the conversation and not how incredible it felt to be touched by this woman. "I . . . Uhm . . . Never acted on it," She stammered as she became lost in the feel of Sherrie’s touch. "I had a couple of boyfriends but there hasn’t been anyone for years. I’ve been too busy with school to deal with . . .," Her words trailed off as she felt Sherrie’s fingers pressing against her center.

"Do you want to stop?" Sherrie asked in her in a husky tone.

"I don’t think I can," Emily whimpered as she felt the blonde filling her.

The brunette moaned as she felt Sherrie’s tiny fingers wiggling inside of her. "You’re going to break my heart. I just know it," Sherrie sighed deeply as she began to glide her fingers carefully in and out of Emily’s passion while she teased the brunette’s clit with her thumb.

"Never," Emily vowed as she wrapped her long legs around the smaller woman’s body.

Sherrie didn’t respond with words she simply began to kiss the brunette hungrily as she plunged in and out of her core. Emily couldn’t still her body as she rode against her lover’s touch. She was consumed with the need to feel more of her lover as she yanked the blonde’s top up.

Emily had managed to push Sherrie’s shirt and bra up as far as she could. She cried out as she felt their nipples brushing against each other and their skin meeting for the first time. Emily’s hands explored Sherrie’s flesh until she captured the blonde’s nipples between her fingers. She rolled and teased them as her lover released deep moans of pleasure.

Emily felt alive as her body rocked against Sherrie’s hand. The blonde’s rhythm grew with each passing moment. "God I want you so much," Emily cried out as she felt her lover’s hips swaying against her body. She watched as Sherrie’s hand and hips took on a frantic pace and the blonde used her free hand to lower her own shorts.

Emily’s hands flew out as she urgently helped the smaller woman pull her shorts and underwear down to her hips. She could see Sherrie’s desire glistening in the moonlight. Allowing her desire to override her nervousness the brunette glided a single digit along the blonde’s folds. She was amazed by the abundance of wetness that coated her finger as she dipped deeper inside of the smaller woman.

When she felt Sherrie’s swollen clit pulsating against her fingers, she captured it. Sherrie cried out as they began to stroke one another. "Yes," Sherrie screamed as Emily entered her with two fingers. Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm as they pleasured one another. Emily could feel her body nearing the edge as the walls of her lover’s passion tightened against her touch. Each of them was pleading for the other to complete them as they thrust wildly.

The dogs hollowed with disapproval as they screamed out into the night. She clung to Sherrie’s trembling form as they collapsed against one another. Their bodies continued to convulse as they held one another. "God I thought we were going to break the hammock," Sherrie laughed lightly as she looked up at the sated brunette.

"Now that would have been hard to explain," Emily chuckled before they began to kiss.

Emily’s hips began to move against Sherrie’s touch as she felt her lover teasing her once again. "You feel so good," Sherrie murmured as her touch slipped from Emily’s warmth. The brunette grumbled in protest until she felt her lover kissing her way down her body. "I need more," Sherrie moaned as she licked and tasted her way across Emily stomach.

"Yes," Emily gasped as she felt her shorts being lowered even further down her body. She clung to the sides of the swaying hammock when she felt the blonde’s breath teasing her dark curls. She looked down her body to find her lover scrunched up at the end of the hammock as she smiled up at the brunette. "Yes," She repeated urging her lover to take whatever she wanted.

She was dimly aware that her shorts and underwear had been removed as Sherrie nestled her body between her thighs. She ran her fingers through the blonde’s short blonde locks as Sherrie draped her legs over her shoulders. Emily’s body arched as she felt Sherrie’s tongue tasting her for the first time. The blonde slowly glided her tongue along Emily’s lips drinking in her passion.

Emily grasped the edge of the swaying hammock tighter as she felt the blonde’s tongue flickering across her clit. She could hear the blonde moaning with pleasure as she suckled her clit into her mouth. Emily pressed her body against her lover’s mouth as she begged her for more. Sherrie feasted upon her as Emily felt her world exploding.

Emily’s voice was failing her as she tried to cry out while her lover brought her over the edge once again. Emily felt certain that her heart had burst as her lover continued to pleasure her. Her throat was raw as she felt Sherrie’s fingers easily slipping inside of her while she teased her clit with tongue.

The hammock almost flipped over as Emily became lost in a haze of sheer ecstasy. Sherrie held her tightly as she and the hammock finally began to still. "I need to touch you," the brunette finally managed to choke out.

They stumbled as they climbed off of the hammock. "I have rope burn in the oddest places," Emily laughed as each of them tried to pull up their shorts. Sherrie simply laughed as she took the brunette by the hand. Emily could barely refrain from ravishing the smaller woman as they locked up the house and made their way up to the bedroom she had been using.

She had expected to feel shy as they stepped into her room. Instead she felt alive as she began to pull her lover’s clothing off. Sherrie was feasting on her neck as she made quick work of Emily’s clothing as well. The brunette stepped back and drank in her lover’s naked body. She smiled when she spied the rope burns on the blonde’s knees.

Without a word she knelt before the smaller woman and began to kiss the red marks. She could smell her lover’s desire as her kisses moved up to the blonde’s quivering thighs. She could feel her heart pounding as Sherrie’s thighs parted. Emily didn’t hesitate. She quickly nestled her face in her lover’s passion and began to feast upon her. She could feel Sherrie’s hands grasping her shoulders as she ran her tongue along the smaller woman’s sex.

The blonde’s taste filled the eager brunette as she tried to sate her hunger. She felt Sherrie’s hips swaying against her face as tried to lick away every drop of her passion. As she captured Sherrie’s clit in her mouth, her only thoughts was how good her lover tasted and how much she needed to feel the blonde’s passion painting her skin. "Oh that’s it . . .," She moaned encouraging her to take whatever she wanted. Emily suckled the blonde’s clit harder as she slipped her fingers deep inside of the smaller woman.

She clung to her lover to hold her steady as Sherrie’s body thrust against her. Emily drank in the blonde’s wetness as her fingers stroked her with an urgent need. She didn’t want to stop as she felt her lover climaxing against her. She continued to pleasure the smaller woman driving her into a wild frenzy of desire.

She grumbled as she felt Sherrie stepping out of her embrace. "Killing me . . .," the blonde choked out as she helped the brunette to her feet.

"More?" Emily requested with need.

"Oh yeah," Sherrie smiled as they began to kiss and the blonde guided them over to the bed.

Emily fell onto the bed and was quickly covered by Sherrie’s soft supple body. Their legs parted and their clits met. They swayed against one another as their wetness blended. They kissed one another deeply as their clits stroked one another until each of them was screaming out. Their bodies refused to calm as their passion surged. They entered one another each taking the other harder and deeper with each stroke until they collapsed.

Emily held Sherrie in her arms as she listened to their hearts beating in unison. "This should be an interesting week," she murmured.

Sherrie was smiling as she tilted her head up and gazed up at the brunette. "I’m planning on it," Sherrie purred in response. "I want to spend every moment of this week getting to know you. And not just your amazing body."

"I like the way you think," Emily smiled in agreement as they began to kiss once again.

The End

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