Janna Leonard
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Cowgirl
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GayBiLes
FF, rom

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The clipping on the wall said 'hometown girl makes good'. The details were true
as far as they went, but there was more to me than they knew. I ran a travel
agency in Boulder, my hometown, at the corner of 4th and Center. It isn't hard
if your mind can handle details, and that was one of the few things at which I
excelled. There were some others, but I hadn't had a chance to practice them
lately.

I didn't date much in high school, I was just another average looking blond who
was tall and shy. In college I was too busy working on my degree to date anyone,
so I managed to keep my virginity until after graduation. I married at 23, and
became a widow at 23 and a half. I'm pretty good at dancing, and I met Teddy at
a bar. Married only 6 months during which he never lifted a finger to bring a
dime into the house, he was killed in my Jeep one afternoon on his way to a
party. His passenger survived with severe injuries and spent several weeks in
the hospital. When I went to visit her, she apologized for taking his attention
away from the road long enough for the car to run into the bridge. I figured he
died the way he lived, chasing skirts and spending their money. I still missed
him at times, I liked the way he made me feel special, the way he worshipped my
body, little titties and all.

I used the insurance money to buy a new Jeep and tried to forget the way his
hands felt on my body. The business helped, getting busier by the week. I handle
mostly corporate travel and the money is good. I'd started it with the help of
my folks and my two brothers. I leased the space from my Dad and the computers
from Chris, buying the desks and office junk from second-hand stores. The best
part was the 2 bedroom apartment on the floor above that was included in the
lease. With my clients they like to hear a voice at the other end when they
call, no matter the hour. When I closed for the day I forwarded all calls to the
apartment or my cell phone, depending on what I had planned.

I didn't go out much, Teddy had ruined my appetite for handsome men, so I went
to the bar to line dance and shake my butt infrequently. I stayed home most of
the time, cooking and sitting slouched on my couch. Every couple of weeks I'd go
to Bobby's and visit my nieces and have supper. 'Aunt Maureen' would then spoil
the little devils and leave. When Bobby could fill in for me I went to the
mountains and hiked some trails, choosing the easier ones that weren't too long
or too crowded. Some afternoons if the weather cooperated you could find me nude
lying on a rock, stretched out in the warm sun working on my tan.

The work days were getting longer and there were bags under my eyes in the
mornings. Bobby told me I ought to hire someone to help, so I placed an ad in
the paper. Most of the responses were from inexperienced younger girls or guys
who wanted the fringe benefits of working at an agency. Winter was ski packages,
summer was trips to warm sunny places, mostly free or at greatly reduced rates
and none of them had ever worked before. Explaining to them I was looking for
someone with experience, 90 percent didn't bother to return the application.

When Andrea showed up one morning, my first impression of her was not very
favorable. Dressed in a tank top and skimpy denim shorts, she set down her
suitcase and asked "This your ad?"

"Yes."

"I can start right away if you have a place I can change."

I pointed her to the bathroom/storage area at the back as the phone rang. 5
minutes later she returned, smoothing her skirt. Gray with a matching jacket and
lacy white blouse, she was every inch the professional. We talked for a few
minutes and I hired her on the spot, filling out the paperwork between phone
calls. She'd worked in Houston and Dallas, taking only a few minutes to figure
out the computers I used. Pleasant on the phone, I let her handle a few calls
and watched. With bright dark eyes and long brown hair, she complimented the
office in a very good way. I sat behind my high wall, dressed in jeans and a
shirt, feeling mousy.

We ended the day and I locked up, watching her walk down the street. Carrying
her suitcase, she walked with her head shifting from side to side as if looking
for something. She turned the corner, passing from my view and I went upstairs.
Confident that I had a competent helper, I relaxed over dinner and planned for
morning. She'd never asked about her salary, either.

She showed up early with a cup of coffee and a bag in her hand, powdered sugar
on her upper lip. I showed her around the office and demonstrated the
coffeemaker workings, giving her the desk out front. I didn't dress up for work
much, I didn't get too many walk-ins that could see me. Having her out front
made it easier for me to be casual. The next days went smoothly, Andrea carrying
more than her share of the load and always being there. One evening I asked her
up for dinner, wanting to know a little more about her. She came up to the
outside door a few minutes later in jeans and a shirt with her hair loose.

Over dinner we talked and I learned she was 22, recently moved to Boulder and
anxious to start over.

"Bad memories of another place?" I asked.

"The place and a person," she replied.

She'd been married to a man named Aaron and it hadn't worked very well, she
said. I could understand that, so we bashed Aaron and Teddy and men in general
for awhile, giggling over the wine. When she left I thought I might have made a
friend.

Antsy and restless, I went out that night to dance and rid myself of some of my
nervous energy. I went to Barney's and danced recklessly, my sandals sliding on
the floor as I followed the steps. Some hours later I was tired, sweaty and
happy, carefully negotiating my way back to my apartment. About three blocks
from my garage, I thought I saw a familiar shape and drove around the block to
double-check. I pulled to the curb and rolled the window down and saw her,
suitcase and all, standing there looking forlorn.

"Andrea!" I yelled. She jumped with fright and I said "It's me, over here!"
Walking toward the Jeep I could see the gleam of tears on her cheeks, and her
mascara was running.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't stay here, he followed me, I thought I saw him, I've got to go," she
said in a rush. Thinking that whatever the problem was I could help her solve
it, I said "Get in the car, now!"

Meekly she obeyed, fear in her eyes as she put her case in the back seat. I
drove away quickly, taking the first on-ramp I saw and getting to 70 before I
turned to her and asked "Where were you going?"

"Away, anywhere, I don't know," she lamented.

"Without telling me?"

"I left a message on the answering machine," she said, hanging her head. I
thought about the situation and the fact she had made it possible for us to have
a normal length work day. I owed her a lot, and I said "Why don't you come stay
with me?.....I live right upstairs, ya know!"

"Oh I couldn't, I don't want to be a bother," she replied.

"Well, I owe you money, at least stay until you have someplace in mind, ok?"

Reluctantly she agreed and I started looking at signs to figure out where the
hell I was. An hour later we parked the Jeep and went upstairs via the outside,
Andrea looking over her shoulder every second. She relaxed once we were inside,
shuddering with the near miss of discovery. I assumed it was Aaron she had seen,
but tomorrow was soon enough to find out. I showed her to the spare bedroom, and
put her luggage inside the door. I undressed and went to bed, hoping that I
could convince her to stay with me.

Breakfast was strained, no conversation between us at all until I asked "Are you
coming to work today?" She shook her head no, and I said "Come on, I need you,
we can trade desks and no one will ever see you.....he can't know where you're
working, does he?"

"I don't know."

"You got a picture of this guy?....one of my brothers is a deputy, we can have
him look around a little."

"No No! he said he'd kill me if I ever sicced the cops on him!" she cried.

"Show me the picture," I said. What I saw wasn't pleasant, an overweight balding
man 10 years her senior with mean eyes, and I told her so.

"He was nice at first, taking care of me and buying me nice things....it was all
so I would fuck his friends and he could watch."

"How did you ever get attracted to this animal?" I asked.

"He was my ticket out...there were 11 of us, I had to do something or the
younger ones wouldn't have a chance." she sighed.

I took the picture and called Bobby while she worked at the back desk. We met
for lunch and I showed him the picture, explaining the circumstances.

"I'll keep a sharp eye," he said, patting my shoulder. Relieved that something
was being done, I concentrated on work and we finished early. Buttoning the
phones and locking the door, I led her up the inside stairwell to the apartment
and told her to relax, shower, get comfortable and I'd cook.

Changing into my slob clothes, I cooked spaghetti and meatballs for supper and
opened a bottle of cheap wine. If nothing else I could get her drunk enough to
forget her fears for awhile. We ate and talked and drank wine until I had her
stoned enough to sleep through the night. The next few nights were very
nerve-wracking and tense, I heard the moans of nightmares coming from her room,
waking me up often. She gradually settled though, able to sleep soundly. Her
attributes as a roommate were superb, I never saw panties or stockings hanging
in the bathroom, nor did I ever have to ask her to put away her dishes. No
toothpaste in the sink or dirty hairbrushes left anywhere, it was amazing. My
roommate in college had been the exact opposite.

We developed kind of a routine for our day, beginning with her bringing me
coffee in bed every morning. I protested at the personal service, and she said
she enjoyed doing for me. We ate lunch out or had it delivered, and supper was
usually in the apartment with me as head cook and her as chief bottle washer.
Our days off were spent driving as far from Boulder as we could get in 6 hours,
then taking the side roads home, stopping at every interesting thing we saw. We
ate at tiny Mom and Pop places, enjoying the home-cooked food and pleasant
conversation. I had the urge to take her to the mountain and be naked with her,
see her, know her, perhaps even touch her. I resisted, knowing that it was my
hormones talking and not my head. She was modest and shy, never undressing where
I could see more than a glimpse of thigh and I was curious as hell.

A couple of months passed in this fashion, each of us getting more comfortable
with the other, finishing sentences or thoughts and making us both giggle. I
liked her company better than I had Teddy's except for the missing sex, asking
myself if I was in love. I fingered my clit at night, wishing it was Teddy or
her or somebody. I was lonely for the touch of another human being.

Neither of us mentioned Aaron, although I checked with Bobby at least three
times a week. If he was in Boulder, he was underground and invisible. Work
continued to thrive and Andrea got her second raise, allowing her to bank more
money. She still spoke of leaving, but not as often as in the beginning.

I was cooking breakfast one morning in my robe and she peeked over my shoulder
to see what it was. Fresh from my shower, I had nothing on under it and the tie
had loosened some. I knew she could see my tits, or at least most of them, and I
smiled at her.

"Hungry?"

"Mm-Hm."

"It'll be ready in a minute." Having caught her looking, I was pretty sure she
was interested in me. What to do next was a mystery, I had no experience
whatever and I decided to play it by ear. I sat with her and ate, not bothering
to tighten the robe. She glanced at me occasionally and smiled, mainly
interested in her food. Sitting over our third cup of coffee afterwards, she
said "I don't want to go today." We'd planned a day on the mountain with supper
out somewhere and I'd been looking forward to it.

"Why?" I asked. She thought about her answer for the longest time and I got
worried.

"Because you might hate me," she said quietly. I laughed at that and asked
"Whyever for?"

She didn't look at me as she replied "Because you make me want to touch you."
Excited and hands shaking, I opened my robe exposing my tits and said "You can
if you want." She stared at my chest for a long time, licking her lips, then
shook her head.

"If I start I can't stop," she whimpered, tears in her eyes.

"You don't have to," I said.

She got up quickly and left the kitchen, padding barefoot to her room. She
returned a minute later, stripped of her shorts and halter top, standing in the
doorway to the living room, shyly smiling at me with her hands at her sides. Her
breasts were larger than mine and full without sagging, the pink nipples
standing out. Her pubis was bare and I thought I could see a glint of metal, but
my attention was riveted on her skin. It had a golden glow to it that seemed to
form a halo around her. I walked toward her shedding the robe as she wiped her
eyes, clearing the last of her tears.

She held my hand and led me to the couch, placing me at one end and leaning me
against the arm. She snuggled in against me with her legs under mine and
tentatively touched her lips to my neck, stroking a fingertip across one of my
titties.

"You have pretty breasts," she murmured in my ear. I giggled and said "They're
not breasts, they're titties, same as I had when I was 16, except the tips are
more brown intead of pink."

"Still pretty," she mumbled as she took one of the nipples in her mouth and
sucked. I was vibrating with the tension of the moment, wondering what she would
do, how she would do it and most important, when. I could smell my arousal and I
was sure she could too, the wetness was spreading fast.

I parted my legs as her hand stroked my thigh and she cupped my sex, sliding a
finger inside, lightly touching my clit with her thumb. I gasped and sighed,
wiggling my butt to ease her way. Our lips touched and I made an extra effort to
kiss her the best way I knew. Teddy had always said I was a good kisser and she
moaned softly, hopefully confirming that she liked it. Time stopped as we
explored and kissed, touching and stroking the places that felt good. I got
goose bumps several times from her feather touch on my nipples, closing toward
my orgasm. I don't know when we moved to my bed, I was dimly aware we were in my
room and I was on my back with her mouth on my clit. The sucking and licking
sounds penetrated the haze as my climax built very slowly, my mind screaming for
it to hurry.

My knees were wide and the soles of my feet were firmly planted flat on the
sheet as she inserted her finger deep, pushing to find my spot. Her other hand
pushed down above my mound and I came, groaning loudly with release. I arched my
back, tilted my hips and locked my pussy around her finger as she sucked hard on
my clit. Wave after wave hit me, the heat rising from my crotch to my entire
body, making my toes curl up and cramp. It felt as though my womb was exiting my
body and I was giving birth, my cunt opened wide and pulsing under her tongue.
My clit pulled back and it started to fade, a tiny bit at a time, the
contractions lessening. Her finger slowed, then stopped moving and she kissed
the top of my clit as her finger slid out of my wetness. She laid her head on my
belly, giving a deep sigh and shiver. She moved up my body and kissed me, her
stomach pressing on my mound. I wrapped my legs around her and squeezed,
groaning with joy, returning her kisses. I tasted something musky and
semi-sweet, knowing it was my own and not caring.

We stayed like that for a long time, savoring the skin to skin contact and
closeness until she patted my thigh and got up, saying she'd be right back. I
sprawled out, relaxed and completely satisfied for the first time since I'd
started playing with myself at 13. She returned with a cold bottle of beer and
said "Sit up." I did, taking the bottle and downing half of it in one long gulp.

"Aaaaaah, that was good!"

"The sex or the beer?" she laughed.

"Both, but the sex was the best, I think."

Standing by the bed, her crotch was at eye level for me and I saw the metal
again. I was curious and asked "What're those?"

She sat on the bed and spread her legs for me to see, saying "Aaron did
that....he says if I keep them in I can't be raped." Leaning close, I saw she'd
been pierced in four places on either side, with short thick barbells keeping
her outer lips closed. 8 in all, it looked painful. Her hood had been done also,
the ball of the piercing resting on her clit, the other end about an inch above.
I saw moisture oozing from her and asked "What about when you pee?" She shrugged
and said "I wipe."

"Ever take them out?"

"Only with Aaron and now you," she breathed, unscrewing the top one. Her clit
was pink and wet, throbbing with her heartbeat as she did the rest, putting them
on the nightstand. Fully open now, I leaned close to touch her like she'd done
for me. The inner lips were swollen and dark red, wet with her juices. I licked,
tasting something similar to my own but tangy on my tongue.

She reclined on the bed and pulled my head down, opening herself wide for my
access.

"What do I do?"

"Whatever you want."

I settled on my stomach and held her hips, licking and tasting a little at a
time, exploring the wonder of her. She talked in a low voice, guiding me up or
down, touching my head with her finger tips as her pleasure grew. Fascinated
with her smell and her taste, I cocked one ear for anything she might want that
I wasn't doing and enjoyed myself. I put two fingers in her, probing for her
spot and finding it, making her jump. Her inner lips were my favorite, juicy and
wet, they filled my mouth as I sucked and rolled them around. She started
moaning and panting, writhing her hips in circles and I figured she might be
very close, so I locked onto her clit and sucked it firmly. She came, a long
sighing sound that grew in volume as she hit the peak and humped her hips into
my face. Her stomach bulged with the muscle spasms and I watched spellbound as
she traveled to the far place in her mind. Her pussy slowly released my finger
and I quit pushing on her spot, taking my hand away and kissing only the outer
edges of her sex. It looked just like an exotic flower.

I kissed my way to her mouth, enjoying the sweaty taste of her golden skin as I
licked and blew wet spots on it. Her mouth was inviting and wet, ready for me as
I arrived and I felt her legs wrap me in their embrace. I kissed the hollow of
her neck, her earlobes, I even sucked her nipples, a first for me. Feeling them
crinkle in my mouth was exciting, knowing that I was pleasing her. We settled
and dozed for awhile, the relationship between us forever changed. I didn't know
what she wanted from life, but I knew I had to have her in mine. We never did
make it to the mountain that day.

Over the next few months our relationship evolved to one of partners and lovers
rather than employer and employee. It got cold and snowy, the ski packages
selling well and we trained a girl named Janice to fill in. With her downstairs,
we could take afternoons off and make love whenever the mood struck. It struck
often, especially since I requested that she be nude around me whenever we were
home. Bashful at the beginning, she began to enjoy it as I did, the easy access
to our bodies a plus. We did everything together, from sleeping and showering to
cooking and shopping. Janice probably figured it out the second day on the job,
but as long as I had Andy with me, I didn't care. Bobby understood right away,
as did my nieces, Chris was a little concerned until he met Andy, and my
folks.....well, let's just say they were adults about it.

The day I suggested Andy call her mother was a high point in our lives. She
learned that Aaron had told everyone that Andrea had been a failure as a wife
and divorced her. He was now living with someone else, being seen as recently as
the day before in the area. The stunned look on her face said it all as she hung
up the phone.

"I'm free!, I'm free!" she yelled, causing Janice to look over the partition. I
hugged her tight and breathed a great sigh of relief. That evening, I put on one
of my two bras and we dined out in style, returning late. In bed after a couple
of orgasms apiece, we were cuddling for sleep and she said she loved me. All the
time we had spent together and that magic word had never been spoken out loud,
although we showed it in a hundred ways a day to each other. We were committed,
and I began to think of a house.

Becoming more daring as the weather warmed, we would often visit the roof and
sunbathe nude, to the delight of the few people whose apartments were higher
than ours. We explored our darker side too, with the purchase of some rubber
cocks and harnesses to hold them. I wanted to please her, I didn't care how. She
showed me how to fasten the thing around my hips and I laughed as I saw my
reflection in the mirror, the thick penis so foreign and out of place.

One night she had had three orgasms and was working on another when she stopped
and moved forward, letting the dildo slip out of her tunnel. She was still flat
on her face gripping the sheets, her ass high in the air and she mumbled "Put it
in my butt, please." I wasn't sure I heard her correctly, so I asked "What?"

She turned her head and looked me right in the eye and said the words slowly and
distinctly "I want..you..to..fuck.. me.. in.. my..butt." I wasn't sure she could
take the size of the thing, but it was what she'd asked for, so I did as gently
as possible. To my surprise it slipped half-way in with no problem and she
moaned in ecstasy as it filled her. My easy strokes were quickened when she
demanded "Faster, faster, fuck me harder!" I gripped her hips and held her tight
as I slammed the thing all the way in and out on each thrust, making slurping
gushy sounds as it entered and left her rectum. She came and came again, and yet
again as I pumped her, until she finally screamed "God, enough, enough,
aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh, enough!" I eased it out of her and rolled her over, removing
it from my hips and holding her close, asking " Are you ok?"

She smiled and said "Wonderful, thank you." Her pussy lips were wet and swollen,
the wet spot under her was the size of a dishtowel, and she dozed for 20 minutes
before she had enough energy to get off the bed to take her shower.

"The one thing I liked about my husband," she said as we washed each other off.

I preferred the longer skinnier one for myself, on my hands and knees to muffle
my screams of joy as I come again and again. The small vibrator in my butt is
sufficient to intensify my orgasms to more than I can handle. The novelty of the
stuff has worn off and they're only used infrequently, we found that a warm
tongue and active lips can sense more reaction than a piece of rubber. Andrea
replaced the bars with gold rings one afternoon, lifting her skirt in my cubicle
to show off her purchase. 8 rings adorned her baldness with a small chain woven
between them, complete with lock. She handed me the tiny key and kissed me hard,
whispering 'only for you now'.

We've left them in place, and sometimes I enjoy the ritual of unlocking her
'pussy chains', as she calls them. The knob on her clit does offer some extra
stimulation she likes and I enjoy rolling it around with my tongue. Being fucked
by our double-ended monster with her on the other end still remains my favorite,
while she still enjoys the thick one in her butt once in awhile. We moved into
our house in Eagan where I cook and take care of her on a daily basis. Our sex
lives are open and honest, there is so much more to learn and teach, we've only
begun to scratch the surface. The best is still waking up to a kiss and a hug,
my breasts caressed before I sleep and 'I love you' in my ear. What is the
psychology of our relationship? Be damned if I know why two women gravitated
toward one another and connected on a gut level. I have no explanation and I
don't care to hear anyone elses. I'm enjoying each day as it comes in the
company of someone I love who loves me back........I can't ask for more than
that.

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