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                                Cocktail Party
                                  Chapter 1

     Seanna McCaffrey is the president and CEO of McCaffrey &
Associates, a small but very successful business founded by her
grandfather, after whom s he was named, and from whom she inherited her
business sense.  When he took it over for a while, her father did not
run it very well, and she has brought it from the brink of disaster to
its present thriving condition.

     She is tall, about 5' 8'', slender and light boned, so that her
127 pounds are not skinny.  She wears her carrot-colored hair fairly
short, and dresses for business in very tailored grey pants-suits, with
just a touch of color in her accessories.  Although she appears to be
in her early twenties , she will celebrate her thirtieth birthday this
coming November.  Her body i s soft with curves.  Her waist is small,
accenting the firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly.
She has been known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-
green eyes.  But, as you might guess, under the severely private, cold
exterior, beats a hot and passionate heart.

     She normally separates her business and private life very
strictly, but then she discovered Alexandra 'Sandy' Marlin.  At 26, she
had worked her way 'up the corporate ladder' to a minor management
position, entirely on her ability.  Seanna discovered her record, and
promoted her to Administrative Assistant to the CEO.  She is an
untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces the neatest, most
complete reports of anyone Seanna has ever known .

     Sandy is of average height, but with outstanding looks.  Her long
dark -brown straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her
large deep blue eyes.  She dresses less severely than Seanna, going in
for earth-color ed skirt-suits with pastel blouses.  She loves sexy
shoes, and wears them well on her small, well formed feet.  She has
large, well proportioned breasts, which carry well on her larger-boned
frame.  Though she is self-conscious about it, they jiggle delightfully
when she walks.  Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all heavy, and
men at the office enjoy a peek at her nylon-clad 'stems' as she climbs
the stairs.  Her hips and ass blossom forth from her waist in a very
eye-pleasing way, and she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her
high heels, that has drawn whistles in the parking lot.  He r quick,
bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her young face
already shows signs of 'worry lines'.  She is subject to stomach
cramps, an d somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Seanna, who
finds herself unaccountably attracted to this woman.

     For her own part, Sandy thinks the world of Seanna.  She wonders
at how she always seems to know the right thing to say, the right moves
to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were the sister she
didn't have.  About six months ago, Seanna's secretary left the company
because of pregnancy, and she placed an ad for a replacement.  Several
applicants show ed up, and among them was Erika Jansson.  Erika had all
the necessary skills, and so she hired her.  Erika is a writer, but as
yet has not made her mark.

     Her works have been published from time to time in magazines, but
she needs an income that's more regular.  Putting aside her
considerations, she applied at McCaffrey.  She was glad she did.  She
enjoys being around Seanna, and is not ashamed to admit she admires her
ability as well as her looks.

     Erika is five-foot-ten, eyes of blue, with sand-colored hair.  Her
mother was a Scottish lass, and there is a hint of red in her hair when
you see it in a certain light. She got her father's big Scandenavian
frame, and she carries it well.  She wears European-cut suits in brown
and tan, and fitted shirts to the office. She keeps a light tan by
stopping at the gym's sun room once in a while.  She's got a nice ass,
something which both women noticed right away, and which Seanna tends
to watch when she exits her office. They have also noticed, from time
to time, that her bras are pretty well filled too.

     Twice a week she spends some time in the gym across from Duffy's
and works out or plays a round of racketball with her friend Mike, so
she hasn't lost her muscle-tone. She was a varsity letterwoman,
specializing in uneven bars and balance beam. Although she almost
always has a date when she wants one, she has no strong attachments,
and, as she tells Mike, is 'just lookin ' around.'

     Two months ago, Seanna invited Sandy to a restaurant for dinner
after work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose the
'edge' of employer-employee relationships, beginning to become friends.
They have been out to dinner together several times since. After their
last dinner, and a few drinks, Seanna suggested they go to her
apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be more
comfortable. Sandy agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived,
and were greeted by the doorman.

'Hullo, Ms. McCaffrey. Fine ev'nin.' he said, as he pressed the
elevator button.

'Hello, Matt.'

     The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Seanna's
large , but not ostentatious apartment. Sandy looked around at the
comfortable, modern furniture, and said, 'I love your place.'

'Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?'

'Yes.'

     Sandy was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink
blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled bra.  'Well, go
ahead,' Seanna invited her as she put away Sandy's jacket and her own.
'Make yourself at home. What will you drink?'

'Um, seven and seven.'

     Seanna crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to soft
music , and began making the drinks while Sandy looked around. The
older woman brought up two glasses as the brunette peeked through the
open bedroom door .

'Here y'are. Cheers.'

'Um. Good. Oh, what a big beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful,
     Seanna.'

'Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem
nervous. Can't you forget I'm the boss? We're friends.'

'Sure, Seanna.' Sandy was not willing to tell her the real reason for
her nervousness. Not yet.

'Tell me some more about yourself, Sandy. Do you have brothers or
sisters?'

'No, and I always wanted a sister. My parents died in a car crash when
I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger
than I.'

'That must have been difficult.'

'Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never any 'me
against them,' or anything. They even saved my parents' modest holdings
and sent me to business college. How about you, Seanna? Do you have a
sister ?'

'I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be
fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to.

'We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't much talk about
the things I wanted to know - mainly boys, then. My brothers weren't
much help, they wanted to 'protect' me.'

The younger woman drained her glass.

'Another?'

'Uh, yes, thanks.'

The red-head got up and walked to the bar.

'Seanna?'

'Yes?'

'Let's be sisters.'

'What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other.'

'Yes. And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk
about and do as kids.'

'We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!'

     They giggled over pulling the cork, Seanna holding the bottle
between her legs, and Sandy stroking the neck of the bottle.  'What a
big one you have, and what an odd color!' Sandy laughed.  Secretly, she
was fighting an urge to kiss Seanna, finding the red-head unaccountably
attractive. 'What's going on with me?' she thought.  Eventually, the
bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured.  They clinked glasses,
smiled at each other, and toasted their new 'sisterhood'.

'But no favors at work,' Sandy said after a moment. 'I want no mistake,
I'm gonna make it on my own.' The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit.

'Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me
better.'

They drank in silence for a while.

'My aunt and uncle were religious, too. They made sure we all went to
church and Sunday school and all that, but I stopped when I went to
college.' To herself Sandy thought, 'I never was attracted to another
woman before. Should I tell her?'

'I stopped going to mass many years ago,' Seanna answered. 'To me it
seems the church doesn't see that God made us the way we are, and,
well, that it's ok to enjoy what we've got.'

'I wish I were as beautiful as you,' the brunette whispered, as the red
head refilled the glasses.

'What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at the office
think so, too. I've watched them look at you. Sandy was loosening up,
the champagne and the sudden close friendship making her feel very
comfortable. They sipped some more. A warm cozy feeling was creeping up
Sandy's insides. Her secret attraction to Seanna was taking a toll.
They sipped a while in silence.

'Do you have a man in your life now, Sandy?'

     She has had several men, but has found them generally too rash and
insensitive, and not formed any lasting attachments. Besides, though
she would like a warm, nurturing relationship, and fulfilling sex, she
would rather not give up her career, as she feels she must if she were
to marry, and she is convinced that living with someone would be the
same.

'No, not right now. You?'

'None'

'Seanna? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to another
woman?'

'Wrong? No, of course not.'

'Would that make her a lesbian?'

'No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule.' Seanna replied,

'Why?'

'Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need the bathroom.'

     She got up, went down the hallway and closed the door. The inner
warmth was very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the touch of
the paper sent a thrill up her belly.

'No,' she thought, 'not here.' But the demanding warmth called her, and
she wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love button.

     Meanwhile, Seanna sipped more champagne and wondered about Sandy's
question, and thought about her own attraction to the voluptuous
brunette.  She got up, walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She
poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled
at them.  Sandy's touchings had only increased the heat, her juices
flowing, her now swollen nether lips hungry. She spread her thighs a
little wider, her love bud lengthening in its nest. Her fingers played
in the medium-brown patch of gently curled hair which barely covered
her full woman's lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her
sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud stood out
straighter, her frilly inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and
down, and the little hot wad moved up and down in the caressing nest .
Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips
forward, sliding to the front edge of the seat. She kicked the white
cotton panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh
muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers
milked at her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her inner
needs. She inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out,
trying to console her agonized need.  Then she began to walk them
around inside herself. She began to mew softly.  Her other hand joined
the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent
such intense chills and warm lightnings in her belly.

'She's been gone a long while,' Seanna mused, finishing her glass. 'I
wonder if she's all right.' She chuckled aloud. 'She's had a lot to
drink, I hope she didn't pass out in there.'

     Sandy's hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her
little moans becoming audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing a
third finger into play. She clawed at her inner softness, her other
hand gripping the to p of her pussy, twisting and sliding against her
erect button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her ass bounced on the
toilet rim.

'I better see if she's okay.' Seanna got up and walked to the closed
bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft moan from within

'Sandy?'

     No answer. Sandy's mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing
from side to side, her three fingers buried to the second knuckle, her
left hand massaging a breast. Now Seanna really was worried. She
hesitated a moment, then opened the door.

'Oh! Excuse... Oh.' Embarrased at having barged in, but fascinated by
the scene she was witnessing, Seanna stood a moment in the doorway.
Sandy turned three shades of purple, returning to the world, and began
to cover herself.

'Oh, sweet little sister, don't stop. Finish what you started.'

     Sandy's hands really didn't want to leave their work, and after a
moment resumed their clawing. Seanna watched, her own fires warming.
She softly entered the room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to
Sandy.

'Oh yes. Oh, is that good? Mmm.' Her hands went to Sandy's face,
pushing back a strand of hair.

     Sandy had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy lips
back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at the hot
flesh of the front wall of her canal. The older woman leaned forward a
bit, until her lips just brushed those of her newly-adopted sister.
Her tongue darted out, just whisking against Sandy's soft red, also
darting tongue. Seanna found the buttons up the back of Sandy's sheer
blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently
from the brunette's shoulders as she broke away. Her hands went to the
front snap of her bra and undid it quickly.  The older woman's fingers
gently drew the straps from the brunette's shoulders and pulled the bra
from the treasures it had held. Sandy's full large breasts were capped
by brownish silver-dollar sized areoles surrounding little berries that
had puckered up hard with her excitement. Seanna's hand s went to the
twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently.

'How big your areoles are! And look how your nipples pucker.' She bent
and darted her tongue over them.

     Sandy's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder. The red-head
leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard-puckered tip of
Sandy's nipple , while her hand joined Sandy's own. At first exploring,
then massaging Sandy 's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the
little wad, watching Sandy's face.

'Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!'

'Cum, little sister. Oh, yes, cum. You look so pretty when your
cumming!'

     Sandy reached the heights. She tottered a moment, delightfully
pausing at the brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong.
Lightnings and sparks went off in her body, her muscles jerked and
spasmed, her round ass bumping on the seat. Her head was thrown back,
her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her fingers half out of her
body.

'OOOOOOOOHHH.'

     Skillfully playing the rhythm of Sandy's spasms, Seanna gently
stroked her trigger, extending the awsome throes of Sandy's pleasure.
Slowly, the after-shocks eased, settling into a warm fuzzy glow. Seanna
was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel had
heated, her ice-blue lace panties were drenched.

'Kiss me again,' Sandy murmered.

     Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking the corners
of her mouth. Sandy's tongue answered. The brunette's hands went out to
Seanna 's body.  Suddenly, she broke away. 'Seanna, I'm scared and I'm
embarrassed. I... I've never... er, ...'

The red-head replied, 'Neither have I, sweet little sister. I've never
even considered it before. Relax. We're sisters, remember?'

'You always seem to know things,' Sandy remarked, nodding.

'Come on, let's not stay in here.'

     They wandered back out into the hallway, Sandy clutching her
discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the living room, and sat
back down on t he sofa. Sandy's bounteous breasts were still exposed,
her rumpled skirt askew on her hips. Sandy took a big gulp of
champagne. Seanna smiled at her.

'I'm hot, too, now,' she said softly.

      She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid
the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as
the looked at the full-chested brunette. Sandy watched wide-eyed as the
red-head began to rub herself gently through the cloth. She drank some
more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused as
well as her inner fires, which rekindled at the sight. Suddenly, she
leaned forward and began to undo Seanna's blouse.

'I bet your breasts are beautiful.'

'They're kinda small, not like yours.'

The brunette stopped at her words. 'Maybe she doesn't want me to,' she
thought.

'Go ahead. Please. I want you to,' the red- head whispered.

     Sandy slowly and gently finished with the buttons, then slowly
pulled the tails from under the belt, drawing the blouse open like
curtains, unveiling the shapely fleshy mounds beneath. Seanna was not
wearing a bra.  Though not large, her breasts were well shaped and
full, firm, set high, an d crowned with quarter-sized areoles which
stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast.

'Oh! They ARE beautiful. And I love your freckles!'

      Her chest, like her face, was sprinkled with little freckles. On
sudden impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the hardening pink tips.
Seanna's nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She has been known
to 'get off' just on these. The sensation sent chills down her spine,
and little sparks of heat in her belly. Seanna removed the blouse and
sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly in her throat. Sandy
broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily
pushing her tongue between the red-heads lips. Sandy's fingers explored
the other woman's firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the
nipples, which grew puffy and full.

     She kissed her way down her neck and fastened her mouth around the
full pinkness, flicking the tip of her tongue over the ripening
raisins.

Seanna's moaning grew.

'Come, little sister.' She said, after a while.

     Getting up, she took Sandy's hand, and led her to the bedroom. She
dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the rest of her
clothes. Under the severe business suit, she had worn very feminine
lace underwear in Ice-Blue, a color that accented her hair and milk-
white skin.  In fact, sometimes, she will go without underwear,
delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secrecy and the
'naughtiness' of it. When she had removed the clinging material, Sandy
saw that her 'bush' was full, a tangle of color slightly deeper red
than the hair on her head, diamond-shaped, with a thin spear of color
projecting three-quarters the way to her full, sensuous navel. Her legs
were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were
a delight to behold, and, as she bent to remove her stockings, the
brunette glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature's pink
and frilly veil. Sandy giggled slightly and removed her skirt and
stockings. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful
and very naked women standing by the bed. Seanna laughed.

'We forget to bring the bubbly!'

'I'll get it,' Sandy laughed.

Seanna watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere.

'Don't forget the glasses,' she called out.

     Seanna turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Sandy
returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting
the space next to her. Sandy giggled again, put the bottle and glasses
on the night-table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms
around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just brushing the tips
of the red-heads smaller ones.  Seanna began to stroke Sandy's back,
running her hands up and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar
touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning t he brunette back down to
the dizzying rush of excitement.  She reached lower and lower, finally
stroking and squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks. Sandy
flicked Seanna's cone-shaped nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing
them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out
between her lips. Seanna began to groan again, lying down, her legs
writhing on the covers. Sandy flicked the tip of her tongue over the
now full cones, and the red-head began to shiver.  Seanna cupped her
hands over Sandy 's breasts as they hung down over her, and began to
knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her large nipples in her
fingers.

'That feels so good, Seanna,' she murmured. Her hand strayed down
Seanna's belly. 'You're so pretty. I love your red hair. See how it
curls. I'ts so full and bushy.'

     She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Seanna's
belly .  She pulled gently at the red curls, stroking her way closer
and closer to t he mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she
parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the valley between. The
red-head put her arms around the brunette and pulled her onto her
undulating body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman's
fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh again st Sandy's thigh.
Sandy squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the
other over, Seanna's. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman's
lips were kissing the red head's. She stroked the other woman's belly
with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips.
She maneuvered herself until her again erect bud was pressing hotly
against Seanna's, almost like a miniature penis. She ground her hips
forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so
that it touched both their triggers, then pumped it up and down. Seanna
lunged her hips forward and up, raising the pressure, pressing her own
lengthening bud against the brunette's. The two women writhed and
squirmed, finding the rig ht angle, pressing. Their wet warmth bumped
and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two
hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each
others nipples. The red and dark-brown curls mingled wetly as their
writhing bodies sought release, their two erect love -buds straining
against each other.

     Sandy dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the
pinnacle, 'Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?'

     Seanna was lost to thought, her quicker responses having already
brought her near the edge. She began to quiver, her nipples erected,
her voice lost in little mewing whimpers.

'Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM.'

     As Sandy went up the ladder of excitement, a part of her was
watching Seanna. 'She really gets into it, doesn't she.' she thought.
Seanna had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of
sweat grew from her skin, her areoles grew so they looked ready to
burst.

'mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!'

     In the next moment, Sandy, too, went over, plunging into the
lightnings once more. Her lips clamped and released as her sphincters
went into spasms , rubbing more fiercely against her slender partner's.
'OHH... UNG...AHH.'

     Sandy collapsed over the red- head's body. They twined their arms
and legs about each other, squirming in their after- shocks.

'Ohh. Nice,' Seanna breathed. 'But I still want. Oohh. I want something
in me.'

     She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Sandy, and
sipped .  Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer and
withdrew a huge knobbed vibrator.

'Do you have any 'toys' at home, Sandy?'

     Sandy was embarrassed, first at the sight of Seanna's 'toy' and
second to admit that she used them. Actually, when she feels the urge,
at home, she would often and easily 'help herself' with fingers, pillow
and a 'toy'.  She usually keeps her wants and desires to herself, not
expressing them easily.  But after a moment, she admitted.  'Yes, a
smaller one, though.'

     Seanna walked back to the bed, brandishing the instrument like a
sword .  She sipped some more champagne, then lay back on the pillows.
She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at her still- moist
lips, then stopped.  'Here, won't you do me?' she asked, handing the
instrument to Sandy.

     Sandy hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Seanna's writhing,
vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink gates open. She gulped
down the rest of the glass, then crawled over until she was sitting
between the red- heads knees. She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the
older woman's valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Seanna reached
down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Sandy
prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of
the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob
on its butt end, and turned it a little. A low pitched hum began, the
device waking in her fingers. She prodded and twisted some more,
wetting the end in Seanna's ample juices.  Seanna moaned, her fingers
dancing on her lips and mound.  Sandy watched fascinated as the device
began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed s o beautifully by the
red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again,
recalling how she did herself at home. With each entry Seanna 's moans
grew deeper. When half its length had disappeared, Sandy turned the
control up a bit more. The low hum rose to a snarl, the instrument
pulsing and growling in her hand.

'Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh...'

     Sandy pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid more easily as
Seanna's moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Sandy was warming to her task,
and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up
and down.  Sandy's free hand wrapped itself around her left breast,
squeezing herself, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then
pressing them. Seanna was squeezing her own breasts. She spread her
fingers in a fan, and rotating he r wrists, drummed her erect nipples.
Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke,

then drew together on the out stroke. Her head rocked back and forth.

'Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!'

     Sandy pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft
resistance of Seanna's insides. She watched enthralled as the red head
began to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed,
her knees shaking. Sandy's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed.
She watched the red- heads pink flesh as it drew back and forth with
the instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she pressed it in.

'Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!'

     Seanna bucked up, her body contacting the bed only on her feet and
shoulders. Her skin flushed, her freckles seeming to stand out, her
nipples expanding. Sandy turned the control up all the way. The
instrument roared, it seemed almost to draw into Seanna's body of
itself. Seanna pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even
more deeply than Sandy had dared.

'mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!'

     Sandy rotated the butt of the vibrator, twisting it in the red-
head's body, stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her
fingers.

'mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!'

     Again the rising moaning cry burst from Seanna's throat. Her body
flopped back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still
deep in her body. She drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Sandy
had released her hold when Seanna dropped, but now reached out and took
it once more. The butt end was slippery with the overflow of Seanna's
hot honey. Her round ass-cheeks glistened with it. Sandy pumped the
shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes. Seanna's whole body
shook with each stroke. Her arms clasped her knees, her head jerked
back, her face a grimace.

'Nn... NNg... Gggk...'

     Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips. Finally, the spasms
began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened. Sandy
turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator.

'Ahh! Wait! Slowly.'

More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing.

'Gee, I never cum like that,' she thought.

     Seanna lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed. Sandy looked at the
instrument, slick with the red- head's honey. She lay down next to
Seanna, spread her legs and pressed it to her tunnel. How big it felt!
Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it
in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it moved!
Her finger play had readied her, her watching the other woman's
pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work.
She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and took
the device in both hands and pushed.

'Ohh. Yes, its good. Ohh.'

Seanna awoke from her drowse at the sounds.

'Oh, little sister, let me.'

Seanna took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together.

'Here. Lie over these,' she instructed.

     Sandy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks in
the air, her knees far apart.

'Now relax, little sister.'

     Seanna parted Sandy's lips with one hand and guided the huge
instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around
in Sandy's body.  When a good part of its length had disappeared, she
switched it on.  'Mmmm' Sandy mumbled into the sheets as the device
hummed within her.  Seanna worked more and more of the device into
Sandy, twisting and turning it as she did.  With her free hand she
began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Sandy's
wiggling derriere.

'Ohh. Umm.'

Seanna advanced the control another notch, the device began to growl.

'Oooh... Ung..'

     The red-head pumped the vibrating device in and out of Sandy's hot
tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She
watched how Sandy's flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it,
how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths.
She watched as the little ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and
out.  Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Seanna turned the machine
on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft
purple pucker of Sandy's other opening wit h a wet fingertip.

'Arrrg... Ohhh.. NNNNNG!'

     Sandy's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles jiggling and
rippling , as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Sandy
came. And came.  Her insides churned as never before, her muscles
tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine. She clamped hard on the
monster, as it roared within her.  She thought she would pass out, but
still Seanna insistently stirred the machine in her body, stroked her
little ring as it pooched in and out.  At last she slumped, and the
device turned off. Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both
relief and loss at its going.

'Oh, Seanna. That was... beautiful! Oh, I'm so tired!'

'Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight, we'll sleep well.'

'Good. Thanks. Hold me?'

They kissed and fell asleep in each others arms.

                                  Chapter 2

A week later, on Friday afternoon, Sandy came storming into Seanna's
office .

'About the Blau proposal...,' she began.

'Yes, what about it?'

'Well, I think the figures are wrong.'

'Damn. Blau needs it Monday morning. Show me.'

'Well, here look. This. And this.' Sandy flipped pages and pointed to
neatly marked sections. 'And here.'

'You're right.' Seanna buzzed for Erika.

Erika walked in, 'Problem?'

'Have a seat, Erika. No, on second though, fire up the computer, we're
going to have to fix this. Sandy found a problem in the proposal for
the Blau job. It may take some time. Can you both work tonight?'

     Sandy nodded, and Erika said she had to make a call to cancel
something.  Time passed quickly for the three workers. Erika worked the
computer, which she did with a skill that surprised people who knew how
little training she had. Sandy was a genius at the facts and figures,
and Seanna made quick, accurate decisions, changing a word here, a
sentence there. They made a good team, but by the time things were put
in order, and the new pages printed out, it was well into the night.

'Listen,' Seanna began, 'we've done a big job, and a good one. I owe
you both thanks. Why not come up to my place, and we'll celebrate
having found and fixed this. If we hadn't, we would have lost us a
bundle on the Blau job.'

     Sandy thought exactly a quarter of a second, and said, 'Great.
     Thanks.

I'm too keyed up to go home, anyhow.' Erika didn't even have to think.
She h ad cancelled her date for that evening, and was very curious
about how 'the boss' lived. Besides, she liked both the women. 'Thanks,
Seanna. You're on.  '

'Terrific. Lets go.' They packed up the proposal, stuffed it in a large
envelope, turned out the lights and left.

'Oh, Erika?' the red-head began, 'I don't know if the mail will get the
proposal to Blau's in time. Could you drive across town and leave it
with her night guard?'


'Oh, sure, Seanna. No problem.'

'And,' handing her some folded bills, 'could you pick up some fried
chicken or something? I'm starved, and I bet you two are too.'

'Yes. You bet,' the woman replied.

'Do you know where I live?'

'Riverside Towers, right?'

'Apartment 36-B.'

     It was a short drive from the office to the president's apartment.
The doorman let them in, smiling an 'Ev'nin Ms. McCaffrey, ev'nin
ma'am.'

'Hi. Matt. A tall, blonde woman will be joining us later. Her name is
Jansson, you can just let her in.'

     Matt saluted, and pressed the elevator button. The two women
entered the apartment, and Seanna winked. 'We have about an hour before
Erika gets here , and I have some more champagne.' Sandy chuckled. She
had wondered about their relationship, since Seanna had been 'business
as usual' at the office.  They got the bottle, and turned the stereo
on. The cork was off, and the glasses filled.

'Sisters,' Seanna toasted.

'Right.' They sipped some bubbly, then put their glasses down. Seanna
leaned over and kissed Sandy, pulling at her lower lip, then parting
her lips to flick her tongue into the brunette's mouth. They snaked
their arms about each other as their tongues twined.

'Wait a moment,' Seanna said, breaking off and getting up. 'Stay there,
I have a surprise for you.'

She walked off down the hall, and returned in a moment. 'Okay, it's in
the bathroom. Go look.'

Sandy hesitated a moment, remembering what had started in that bathroom
last time, then got up and went in.

'Oh Seanna! They're beautiful!'

'One's yours. Well, put it on, silly!'

     Seanna had bought a matched pair of dressing gowns, fashioned like
short Japanese kimono. They were of black silken material embroidered
with colorful designs. Sandy quickly shucked out of her skirt and
blouse, and began to put one on.

'Oh, no,' Seanna interrupted, grinning. 'You have to promise never,
never to wear underwear with it, or you can't have it!'

'Oh. Well, alright.'

     She wriggled out of her bra, squirmed out of her hose and panties,
and wrapped herself in the silky stuff. She knotted the wide belt which
was all that held it closed. The gown reached halfway down her thighs,
leaving her lovely legs exposed.

'Ohh. I see what you mean. It feels so... so...'

'Sensuous. Hang your clothes in my closet, and I'll put on the other
one.'

'Oh, no. You watched me, now its my turn to watch you.'

     Grinning, Seanna began to undo her blouse. Then she started to
rock her hips, and mimicked a strip-dancer. She made a production of
peeling, and Sandy was surprised to see that the red- head had worn
neither bra nor panties.

'You naughty girl!'

'I know! I've been hot all day.'

     She drew the kimono on, knotting the belt authentically high on
her body, just below her perky breasts. Her shapely slender legs
scissored beneath the hem. In a moment, two beautiful, but unlikely
looking geishas emerged, and returned to the sofa and the bubbly. After
finishing and refilling the glasses, Seanna asked, 'Do you like your
present, little sister?' Sandy folded her arms around Seanna's
shoulders and kissed her.

'Oh, yes, Seanna. Oo, the way it feels!'

'Good,' she said, drawing back the folds of her kimono to expose her
freckled breasts, her full pink nipples. She winked at Sandy, and
continued, 'How will you thank me for it?'

     Sandy giggled, put her glass down, and began to run her fingers
over the rosy cones. Seanna slipped down on the couch, till she was
half- lying on it, the kimono riding up to her waist. Sandy's questing
fingers gently squeezed the fleshy globes. She stroked and skimmed them
with the tips of her fingers, then gently flicked them each with her
tongue. She loosened the knot in the belt, and drew the silky material
apart, then drew her fingers over the red-head's belly, pausing to play
with her sensuous navel. Her questing fingers strayed downward, playing
in the red curls that speared up the whit e softly curved belly, all
the while, her lips and tongue working the sensitive tips of Seanna's
breasts. After a while, Sandy's searching fingers found an d parted the
soft lips hidden beneath the bushy curls. Then she wet her fingers in
the champagne, and stroked the scalloped little folds she had revealed.
She gently plucked and stroked, then finding the little wad at their
junction, attended to it. She pressed a finger on each side of the
little ridge above it, and slid them up and down.

'Ohh, that's nice. Mmmm,' Seanna spread her thighs wider, 'But doesn't
your big sister deserve a... kiss?'

'You really are naughty tonight!' Sandy remarked, but bent over the red
curls and began to kiss belly and thighs, tantalizing and teasing.

     Her hands skimmed over the rigid cones of Seanna's nipples. She
sniffed the musky perfume of Seanna's womanhood, noticing how rich it
smelled, and bent closer. She parted the fleshy outer lips with her
fingers, then flicked her tongue-tip over the scalloped inner folds.
Seanna's hand went under Sandy's gown, and began to play with her
breasts, little humming sounds escaping her lips. Her fingers plucked
gently at Sandy's 'berries', squeezing the young woman's large firm
globes. Sandy pursed her lips over Seanna's lengthening love bud, and
sucked gently, coaxing it further from it's nest.

She ran her tongue over the ridge above it, tracing it's outline.

'Is that nice?' she asked.

'Ummm. Yeeesss. Don't stop.'

     Sandy worked her tongue tip around the red head's soft pink
valley, exploring, looking for the highest centers of sensitivity. She
slowly stroked the entrance of the older woman's tunnel. She flicked
her tongue back to her trigger, poking it gently. She pressed her
tongue tip gently at the entrance to Seanna's urethra, sending chills
into the red head's body.  'Is it good?' she murmured.

'Unh hunh. Gooood.'

     Suddenly, with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she sat up, 'Well, I
think I've said 'thank you' enough. I'd like some, too.'

'You fox! It was just getting nice!'

'Well, then, slide around,' Sandy guided Seanna's hips onto the couch,
helping her to lie back comfortably. Then raising her gown over her
hips, carefully set a knee on each side of Seanna's head, and bending
forward, resumed her attentions.

'See, we can both be busy,' she said.

     Seanna grinned as she guided the younger woman's hips downward.
She clamped her open mouth onto the brown- fuzzed lips, kissing the
entire organ at once, savoring the perfume of Sandy's excitement. Sandy
had resumed her gentle tongue- prodding, finding the tip of the red-
head's trigger, working it gently with her lips. Seanna extended her
tongue, pressing it between Sandy's hot lips, working it around. She
sucked and plucked at the frilly inner lips, subtly kissing the soft,
hot flesh between.

'Ummm'

'Mmmng'

     Sandy stroked Seanna's thighs and buttocks with her hands while
flicking her tongue back and forth between the soft fleshy folds of the
red-head's valley of love, prodding gently at the quivering wad of her
trigger.  Her own love-bud was being caressed and pulled by Seanna's
mouth and tongue.  Suddenly Sandy felt her tunnel being invaded gently
by first one, then another of Seanna's fingers, gently working into the
wet, warm flesh of her canal.  Seanna's lips kept up their slow gentle
sucking at Sandy's trigger and the frilled folds of flesh surrounding
it. Both women began to moan, little sof t cries escaping their throats
while they continued their attentions to one another. Sandy pulled
Seanna's knees up higher, and began to lick the lengt h of the valley
of love, running her tongue it's whole length. Then she moved to kiss
at the entrance to the red-head's darker tunnel, prodding it with h er
tongue, tickling it with her lips. Returning her tongue to the
quivering lips and love-bud, she slowly and gently inserted a wet
finger into the dark tunnel she had just left. She moved it gently
within the older woman, while working her tongue at the warm wetness of
her love tunnel. Slowly, the inner heat in both women increased, their
fires prodding them to greater levels of abandon, their mouths and
fingers working feverishly, little cries and moan s escaping their
throats. Gradually the moaning from both women increased, th e little
writhing motions of their hips increased. Fingers, tongues and lips
doing a frenzied dance on each other's bodies, and finally, they cried
out together.

'OOOOOOOHHH!'

'OOOOOOOHHH!'

     Slowly they untwined, gently playing each other's after-shocks,
kissing and teasing gently. Then, sitting back up, kissed and hugged
each other.

'Erika will be getting here soon, won't she? We'd better straighten
up,'

     Sandy remarked, looking at the clock.

'Oh, my, yes. She better not have forgotten the food, I'm starved!'

     The two women adjusted their clothing, straightened the pillows on
the couch, and 'made their faces'. Seanna produced some more champagne,
and set it in a cooler. Just in time, for as they finished, there was a
rap on the door.

'Oh. There she is!' Seanna took a quick look around, winked at Sandy,
and opened the door.

     Erika had been greeted by the doorman and let in. She whistled
softly as the elevator lifted him to Seanna's floor. She wondered to
himself how 'the boss' lived, and what she should say to the two women.
She found them both very attractive. She reached the apartment and
knocked. The door opene d, and there stood Seanna, looking like a
different woman, transformed from the severely dressed business
executive, wearing a very, very short dressing gown, and smiling as she
let him in the door. As she entered, she saw Sandy seated on the big
couch, dressed in the same fashion. She really was surprised and
excited by the sight of the two beautiful women, and their apparel. As
attractive as she had found them both at the office, she now found them
both irresistibly beautiful. She wondered why they were dressed as they
were. Recovering herself, she said, 'Hi, ladies. I got some fried
chicken, French fries, a few rolls, and some soda. I'm so hungry I
could eat a house!'

'Great, thanks, Erika. But we have something better in mind than soda,'

     Seanna laughed as she pointed to the champagne in the cooler.
'And I'm sure we can find something tastier than a house,' Sandy added
with a wicked look.

'Take off your jacket, Erika,' Seanna suggested, taking the bag of
food, 'and make yourself comfortable.'

     As Erika followed her suggestion, Seanna spread out the food on
the coffee table. Sandy patted the sofa next to her and said, 'Come sit
here, I'll pour you some bubbly.'

     Sandy filled a glass for Erika and refreshed the other glasses as
Erik a sank into the couch beside her. Seanna took a seat opposite them
and opened the bucket of chicken.

'I'm hungry too,' she said, taking a piece.

'Mmm,' said Sandy, reaching for a leg. As she did so, she
'accidentally' brushed her left breast against Erika's arm.

     Erika savored the delightful feeling, then reached for some food
as well. She looked up at Seanna, and while admiring her legs, said,
'The nigh t guard promised to put the envelope directly on Blau's
desk.'

'Good,' Seanna said around the chicken. She raised her glass. 'And
that's that.'

     They drank to the night's work, then ate in silence for a while.
Then Sandy took Erika's free arm with hers, and squeezing her leg just
above the knee, said, 'Erika, you did a great job tonight.' She wiggled
herself against her, crushing her left breast against her arm.

'Thanks. So did you.'

     The cloth of her gown had fallen slightly away from her body,
affording Erika an excellent view of the ripe fullness of her other
breast. She smiled as she admired her turgid nipple. She smiled at her
coyly. Erika was thoroughly enjoying her position, but felt somewhat
uncomfortable, for she admired both women. She wished she were alone
with one of them.  Either one, for, despite her cool aloof behavior,
Seanna's eyes were speaking clearly, 'I'm available.' She had always
found them both very attractive and pleasan t company. The situation
was having a predictable effect on Erika's body. A noticeable stain had
begun to appear in her trousers. Sandy disengaged her arm from Erika's
and refilled her glass, then Seanna's, and finally her own .

'So, do you think we'll get the Blau job?' Erika asked as she took a
another wing.

'Yes, I do,' Seanna replied, 'But let's not talk work. Cheers!'

     Seanna lifted her glass, and the others raised theirs in turn.
Sandy touched glasses with Erika, then locking eyes with her, flicked
the tip of her tongue at the rim of her glass as she tipped it to her
lips. Seanna watched the goings-on with mixed feelings. She found
Sandy's forwardness very exciting, Erika's discomfort amusing, for she
was obviously enjoying it also.  A certain twinge of jealousy spoiled
the feelings, and she was wondering whether to move to the couch to
join them, when she decided on another tactic. She reached over the
table to bring the French fries closer, and in so doing, let her kimono
fall open enough to expose most of one of her delightful cones, its
ripe tip standing proudly. She settled herself back i n the soft chair,
and with a meaningful look at Erika, kissed her champagne glass. Sandy
looked over at Seanna also. 'Isn't she beautiful?' she asked Erika. 'Do
you suppose she got this apartment number to match those lovelies?'
Erika's moistness had become quite obvious by now, her womanhood

reacting to the events and sights. 'You are both very beautiful.' Sandy
twined a finger around a button of her shirt and tickled at the light
hairs of her chest. 'Wouldn't you like to press her doorbells?'

     Erika could hardly tear her eyes from Seanna's full rose-tipped
freckled beauty. She very deliberately brought her hand to it as though
to replace the kimono over it, but then, with equal deliberation,
uncovered the other as well. Sandy watched Erika's growing excitement
with great interest, and was herself excited by both Seanna's display
and by Erika's femaleness, so near at hand. She wound her left arm
around her neck and tickled her left ear.  Erika tore her eyes from
Seanna to look at Sandy, and found her warm, moist mouth on her. She
relaxed, 'Let the fates decide,' she thought, and gave Sandy a very
thorough kiss. Parting her lips with her, she tickled their insides
with the tip of her tongue. She sucked at her lower lip, she brushe d
her lips with her. Sandy caught her hand in hers and brought it firmly
up t o her breast. Erika cupped its fullness gently, then more firmly.
Then found her way inside the silky soft material to hold the soft
flesh within. Seann a watched with growing excitement.  She found it
difficult to sit still, her thighs beginning to rub, her chest heaving.
Seanna began to pluck very slow ly at her full conical nipples with the
thumb and forefinger of her left hand, while touching her tongue to the
rim of her champagne glass. When the two o n the couch gently broke
away, Erika looked over at her. She riveted her eyes to her and kissed
her glass, drained it, and parted her knees. Erika eyes grew large as
she took in the beautiful and enticing view of her carrot-colored
thatch framed by the white of her well-formed thighs.  Her ey es grew
wide.

     Sandy got up and crossed over to her. She murmured 'I want some of
that honey, too,' and, leaning over the arm of the chair, kissed Seanna
on her mouth. As she did this, she raised the hem of her kimono, so
that Erika was treated further with an excellent view of the join
between her buttocks and her thighs, the lower half of her full round
nether globes, the gap between her upper thighs, and the hint of brown
curls in the gap. Making sure that Erika had an unobstructed view of
the proceedings, Sandy ran her fingertips down from Seanna's shoulders,
brushing ever so lightly over the red-head's twin delights. She brushed
her fingers up and down, then clasped the rosy cones which so
beautifully capped the older woman's breasts, rolling them, gently
plucking them, teasing them forth. Erika was entranced by what she saw.
She wanted to kiss, suck and pluck at both women, but found the sight
of what was happening held her transfixed in her seat. Seanna began to
rock her hips in the chair, and her hands rose, as though by
themselves, to clas p Sandy by the buttocks. Her fingers pinched and
squeezed at them, following the line separating their roundness from
her thighs. Sandy's hands clasped Seanna's breasts firmly, squeezing
them. Her tongue danced at the raised nipples.

     Seanna looked over at Erika and breathlessly murmured, 'Come on,
little sister, our guest is getting hungry, too,' and leading Sandy by
the hand, brought her back to the couch, seating herself on Erika's
left, and returning the brunette to her place on her right.  'So she
is, Seanna,' she remarked, eying the material of her trousers.

'Now,' Sandy smiled at Erika, 'you kiss her, too.'

     Erika did as she was told. She explored her mouth with her tongue,
she greedily took it, sucked it flicked it with her own. She brought up
her hand and touched the flat of her palm to her raised nipple and
brushed it, barely touching it. She shivered with delight. She slowly
cupped her hand, enclosing the freckled globe, and gently squeezed. The
red head twined her arms around her neck, ran her fingers through her
hair, and moaned softly. Sandy watched, her heat growing. She was
fascinated by the wetness in Erika's trousers. He r fingers went out
and touched the material, then traced the outline of what was within.

'Oh, nice!' she exclaimed. Erika turned to see what was happening.

'No,' Sandy ordered. 'Kiss her more. Kiss her titties.'

     Erika shrugged and turned back to Seanna. She kissed her ear, then
her neck. She searched the hollow of her neck with her tongue. Her hand
continued to squeeze the firm globe, her fingers to roll the turgid
cone at its tip.  Sandy continued her exploration. She found her belt
buckle and solved its little puzzle, undid the clasp of her trousers.
Her deft fingers worked slowly to open the zipper. Seanna was
unbuttoning her shirt with her free hand, running it over her chest.
She watched Sandy's efforts with eager anticipation. Erika's hand
turned to attend to the other freckled globe as her mouth found the
first. Her lips touched at the hot pink crown, her tong ue wet it, her
breath chilled it. Seanna nibbled her ear, her breath becoming short.
Sandy opened the front of Erika's trousers slowly, like an unveiling .
Her womanhood was still captive in her red designer panties, but its
outlin e was plain.

'Ohhh. Very nice,' Sandy breathed, tracing the lips with her fingers.

     Erika's hand trailed down and undid the knot in Seanna's belt,
then drew the silky material back. Her fingers trailed down her belly,
and curled in the reddish down below her navel. Her lips and tongue
continued their attention to the delights of her very sensitive
breasts, and she delighted in the response she was getting, and in the
attention she was receiving as well. Sandy pulled at Erika's trousers,
and she lifted her hips. She drew them down to her knees, leaving her
in her panties. Seanna began moaning steadily as Erika attended to her
now super-sensitized breasts. She began t o quiver slightly. Erika
continued her exploration of Seanna, her hand working slowly down her
belly.  She parted her thighs and...

this was all there was on the original file....sorry