A Good Time with Stacy - Ch. 06

Author's note: This is the final chapter in this series. I hope that you enjoy it and please post comments. I love reading them.

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We were invited to one of the bicycle-group, couples' wedding. Les and Brad knew them better, so Stacy and I were more of the 'plus one' guests.

The wedding was out of town so we decided to arrive on Friday evening, attend the wedding and reception on Saturday and go home on Sunday. We booked adjoining rooms at the hotel to have easy access between couples; officially with Les and I in one room with Stacy and Brad in the other.

The four of us went out for dinner on Friday night and returned to Les's room. We all undressed and the boys laid on the bed ready for Stacy and me.

I took Stacy aside and asked, "Shall we peg them? It was fun last time we pegged them together."

"Yes," answered Stacy, so we strapped on our harnesses and put on disposable, latex gloves. We had replaced the smaller dildos with slightly thicker ones with the exceptional option of vibration using a remote control.

We struck poses at the bedroom door, and I said, titillatingly, "Hello boys."

Stacy added, "Ready for some fun?" as she stretched the glove on her right hand.

We spread lubricant over our gloves and condom encased dildos and strutted towards the bed. Les sat up but I pushed him back on the bed and crawled over him. I sloppily French kissed him and he kissed me back. I grabbed his penis and my phallus and stroked them together; Les groaned with my tongue in his mouth. The harness stimulated my clitoris and the inserted dildo stimulated my vagina as we frotted. I slowly moved backwards and forwards rubbing my nipples against Les's chest.

I stopped kissing Les and concentrated on frotting our appendages. I watched Les's face making sure that he wasn't going to come on me. After a few minutes I was close to coming and so was Les, according to his scrunched up face. I let go of our phalluses, sat back onto my haunches, lifted Les's legs and pressed two of my well-lubricated, gloved fingers into his anus. There was hardly any resistance but he certainly grunted as I rubbed my fingertips against his prostate.

Pre-ejaculate dribbled out of Les's penis but I only fingered him for a short time; I had other, penetrative plans.

I pulled out my fingers, lifted Les's legs and placed the dildo's glans against his anus, as he stuffed a pillow under his hips.

Les wiggled his hips, trying to get me to penetrate him -- he had long overcome his embarrassment of being pegged. I held still to let him slowly work the dildo inside his anus, but he said, "It's too big."

The new dildo was bigger in girth so I slowly rocked a centimetre, backwards and forwards, so that just the tip of the glans was pressing against Les's dimple of an anus. I closed my eyes and kept rocking with the harness stimulated my clitoris as the dildo inside me stimulated my entire vagina.

After a few minutes of rocking, my body trembled as I had my first orgasm. Les grunted so I opened my eyes to see the glans of the dildo still pressing against his anus. I saw Les's anus pulsating and I kept rocking. The glans was almost through Les's sphincter but I didn't want to hurt him; besides, I was really enjoying the affect of the gentle rocking on my genitals.

Les's anus dilated and he grunted as the glans slipped past his sphincter. He tried to pull away from me but I grabbed his hips and let the glans come part way out of his anus. I kept rocking and the glans slipped in and out of Les. At first, he grunted, but after a minute of just the glans penetrating him, he sighed as his sphincter further dilated.

I kept rocking and the dildo's glans slipped in and out of Les's anus. Centimetre by centimetre, the dildo penetrated Les as I kept rocking. "Oh... frig..." said Les, as the rest of the dildo slowly penetrated his rectum.

I smiled when I felt Les's thighs press against mine. I held still to let Les get used to a bigger phallus inside him than he's probably ever had before. Besides, I was on the edge of coming again and I wanted to prolong my second orgasm.

Les opened his eyes and rapidly blinked as his body trembled with the dildo deep inside his rectum. I kissed his smooth calves as I slowly pulled back with my hips; Les groaned his appreciation. When I saw the glans stretching Les's anus I slowly pushed back into his arse. I now knew the range of thrusts and slowly increased the pace of my back and forwards thrusts, once again enjoying the stimulation on my clitoris and vagina.

Les closed his eyes and wiggled his hips as I kept pegging him. I looked at our companions and saw that Stacy was similarly pegging Brad. I watched her breasts jiggle on each thrust and I felt my climax getting closer and closer as I pegged poor Les's arse.

I wondered why Les's penis seemed flaccid and flopped around on his belly as I pegged him, hard and fast; wasn't he enjoying himself? His grunts and groans seemed to indicate that he was enjoying himself. I decided to up the anti so I pressed the button on the remote control and both dildos vibrated. That sent me over the edge and I came as I pounded poor Les's arse.

"Oh... fuck..." gasped Les, and his creamy semen spurted onto his belly. I guess he was enjoying himself and I ruthlessly pegged him harder and faster to get my relief. Les gasped and grunted more profanities.

I was so close to coming again. I looked at Stacy, thought of tribadism with her and came. I closed my eyes and kept thrusting until I rode out my orgasm. I switched off the vibration and collapsed onto Les, who grunted, as I pulled the dildo out of his bum. I pushed myself off the bed and strolled into the other room.

I rested for a while before I was ready to remove the gloves, condom, harness and dildo. Stacy joined me with a flushed face of orgasm. We smiled as we cleaned up although I thought that Les should be helping me. Anyway, next time he can clean up the mess.

After several minutes I quietly returned to Les's room and to my surprise, saw Brad and Les, in a sixty-nine position. By the gobbling and stifled grunting sounds, they both had dicks deep down their throats. I could see two of Brad's fingers deep in Les's arse, fingering him with abandon. Les was thrusting his hips, obviously enjoying the fingering of his prostate and fucking Brad's face.

Should I be jealous that Les chose Brad over me? Probably not, they were best friends and Brad had that extra appendage that I didn't, which Les seemed to be really enjoying... a lot. Besides, I wasn't in love with Les; he was like a brother who, I sometimes had incest sex with.

I shook those thoughts out of my mind and I left them to enjoy themselves, as I sneaked back to Stacy and shut the doors between the two rooms. Stacy seemed surprised to see me but I said, "The boys are busy."

Stacy frowned for a second, raised her eyebrows, smiled and said, "So we'll be sleeping here tonight?"

"Yes," I answered, "but later," as I held up the shorter, double-ended dildo that I'd bought for us to use. Stacy smiled and hugged me.

Our kisses became more passionate as we slowly moved towards the bed. We collapsed onto the bed hugging and caressing each other. Stacy's whole body felt smooth and soft against my skin. My body tingled as I felt her curves melding into mine. We slowly French-kissed as our bodies caressed.

I passionately kissed Stacy's ears, neck, chin and throat as I worked my way between her breasts. Stacy trembled when my ear brushed her left nipple. I grazed my cheek over her nipple as I kissed her breast; the contrast of her hard, erect nipple to her soft, velvety skin felt exquisite. I teased her as I kissed around her breast, but not kissing her nipple, until she resigned herself to my touch. Only then, did I kiss her nipple and she groaned as her body shuddered.

I spent several minutes alternating between suckling her nipple and kissing the soft, smooth skin of her breast. I then switched to her other, neglected breast and she sighed. Again, I spent several minutes kissing and sucking her breast and nipple.

"Jessie..." sighed Stacy.

"Yes?" I whispered, in between kisses.

Stacy didn't answer me. Instead, she pushed on the top of my head. I wondered how long I could tease her before she took control and now I knew.

Her press on my head was gentle; it was just a suggestion and I wondered if I should ignore her and continue to tease her, but then, I felt an overwhelming desire to give this woman whatever she wanted. Not only tonight, with regards to sex, but everything in her life and for the rest of her life.

I paused, long enough for Stacy to ask, "Are you okay?"

"Yes..." I answered, trying to analyse my wonderment. "I'm feeling absolutely perfect."

Stacy giggled and then sighed as I slowly kissed from between her breasts, down her chest, over her bellybutton, across her belly, over her pubic mound and sucked her erect clitoris. I usually don't dive straight into that sensitive spot but I needed to make her come.

I sucked Stacy's clitoris and she thrashed around from the sensitivity for a moment but then she submitted to the pleasure. After a few intense minutes Stacy came.

Stacy gasped when I pushed the double-ended dildo into her vagina as she was riding out her orgasm. I thrust the dildo in and out of her to keep her in climax. She grabbed my head as I sucked her clitoris and then seconds later, she came again.

Stacy pushed my head away from her groin, which gave me the opportunity to change tack. I knelt between her legs, lifted one onto my shoulder and slowly slid forwards as I worked the other end of the dildo into my vagina.

Our groins touched and I watched the dildo sliding in and out of either my vagina, Stacy's vagina or both, as I slowly thrust my hips.

"Oh god... Jessie... That feels... so good..." whispered Stacy, in between thrusts.

I felt so much lust for Stacy that I thrust as hard and as fast as I could, making sure that our clitorises rubbed against each other on each thrust. Stacy thrust back at me and soon we were violently tribbing.

"Oh... fuck..." grunted Stacy, as she was the first to come. Her arousal stimulated my own orgasm and soon we were thrusting against each other as we came.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. The dildo, still inside us, pressed against the walls of my vagina. Stacy sighed, "It feels so good... It's still hard inside me."

I giggled, in agreement, and said, "Yeah."

After a minute or so, my vagina tightened and the dildo felt uncomfortable. I rolled onto my side and it slipped out of me. I pulled the dildo out of Stacy's vagina and wrapped it in the top sheet.

"I'll wash and stow that before housekeeping arrives," I said.

Stacy laughed and said, "That might be a pleasant surprise for them."

I laughed and said, "I've only just bought that, Stacy. I'm not going to give it away until we've warn it out."

"That won't take long," said Stacy, and we both laughed.

We cuddled and I fell into a blissful sleep.

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The next morning we all breakfasted on the private balcony. Les and Brad tried to exchange furtive glanced but I knew that they were avoiding talking about what happened the previous night.

I said, "I had a great time last night, thank you, Stacy."

Stacy looked at me and I saw her resign to the fact that we were making our indiscretions pubic to Les and Brad. She said, "So did I. Thank you, Jessie."

"Did you enjoy yourselves, boys?" I asked, trying to break the ice.

"I slept well, thank you," answered Les.

There was a long, uncomfortable pause, until I said, "I returned to the room and... um... saw... you two... um--"

"Alright," interrupted Les, "so we did... you know."

"Yes... we do know and it's alright... as far as I'm concerned," said Stacy.

I agreed and said, "Me too, unless one of you didn't want to... you know... do it,"

"No, I wanted to do it," said Brad.

Les sighed, he knew that I was trying to trick them into admitting what they did. He said, "It was consensual."

"Good," I said, "then there's no problem. Is there?"

"Nope," answered Stacy, with a shake of her head.

"But we're... you know... boyfriends and girlfriends," said Les.

"We are," I agreed, and then suggested, "You two are boyfriends and we are girlfriends. To the outside world we are two, swinging, heterosexual couples. No-one needs to know that we sometimes swing, you know, the other way. It's a perfect arrangement. We enjoy our... um... different..."

"Desires," suggested Stacy.

"Yes, thank you, Stacy, and the rest of the world has no reason to hassle us. Isn't that right, Brad?"

Bradley looked at me, then at Les and back at me.

"I didn't think that you wanted to be labelled as a homosexual?" I asked.

Bradley nodded and then looked at Les.

"It's understandable," said Stacy. "I've known a person who was hounded out of town for her sexual preferences. We can appear to be heterosexuals and still enjoy ourselves in private the way we want to enjoy ourselves. Let's just accept that we are bisexuals and live our lives as we want?"

Les and Brad stared at each other and then nodded. "Okay," said Les. "I'm fine that."

Bradley smiled, and agreed, "Me too."

We had great time at the wedding and reception and by the time we were ready to leave, we were very inebriated. We stumbled back to our rooms. Stacy and I pegged the boys as they sucked each other's dicks. Stacy and I then retired to the other bedroom and tribbed each other to multiple orgasms.

We only just managed to check out of the hotel by 10 am and made our way to the organised lunch after the wedding. Most people were subdued with hangovers, except those with children. I wish they'd shut those gremlins up, but... I guess, and hoped, that the little ankle-biters didn't know what a hangover felt like.

By the afternoon we were sober enough to drive home and we took it in turns to drive Stacy's little convertible. It was nice to quietly sit in the back seat with the air rushing through my hair, trying to not think of anything other than the present. We dropped off Brad at his home, arrive home, unpacked and went our separate ways to our units. I was a bit sad that the weekend away was over.

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I finally managed to convince Stacy to go on a three-kilometre, return bush walk. I wore: a shirt; army trousers, from an army disposal store; work boots and slouch hat. Stacy wore: a long, summer dress; sandshoes and a very wide-brimmed, fashion hat.

"Should I change?" asked Stacy, when she saw our different attire.

"Are you wearing sunscreen?" I asked.

"Lots," answered Stacy. "Do you want some?"

"No, I'm right, thank you, and what you're wearing is fine," I answered.

We drove to the carpark in my Mitsubishi, four-wheel drive van and I put on a backpack before we started walking.

Stacy held a large bottle of water, and asked, "Should I have a backpack?"

"Not this time." I answered, and we set off.

I pointed out: native flowers; tiny, carnivorous plants; birds; skinks and other native flora and fauna as we walked. My plan to distract Stacy, as we walked, had worked, and in no time we arrived at the creek, which was at the end of our one-and-a-half, kilometre walk.

I spread a picnic blanket over the sandy bank, in the shade of some yellow-box trees. I placed a cut lunch, thermos, et cetera, on the blanket and invited Stacy to join me.

At first, Stacy sat and watched the sand around us, as we ate our sandwiches and drank our cuppas. I asked, "Are you okay?"

"Are there any animals around us?" asked Stacy.

"Thousands," I answered, and stifled a chuckle as Stacy tried to pull herself into a small ball. "But they have no interest in us unless we disturb them."

Stacy looked at me, giggled, and said, "You're a big tease, you know that?"

"Only when my targets react," I answered, and Stacy laughed.

After some time, Stacy seemed to relax and look at our surroundings. She asked, "Is it safe to swim in there?" referring to the creek.

"Probably, but there might be leeches," I answered, and Stacy began her close scrutiny of her immediate surroundings.

I laughed and said, "They won't come near us. The sand is too dry."

I hugged Stacy and said, "Relax, Stacy. There's nothing here that will harm you."

"Are you sure?" asked Stacy.

"I'll make sure of it," I answered, and spread myself out on the blanket next to her.

Stacy laid next to me and, after a few minutes, seemed to relax. After about half-an-hour, Stacy said, "It's so peaceful."

I chuckled and said, "Yeah... with the birds, insects, frogs, wind in the leaves--"

"Stop picking on me," said Stacy, after punching my arm.

I laughed and Stacy said, "There're no sound's like cars, motorcycles, barking dogs... you know, city noises."

"Yes... I do know... That's what I love about the bush... It's... sort of... calming," I said.

"Yes..." said Stacy. "Peaceful and, calming."

I smiled at Stacy's little win and relaxed, knowing that she was comfortable with me in the bush surroundings.

"We should build a house out here," said Stacy.

"And ruin the peacefulness?" I asked, as I looked, critically, at her.

"No... but... wouldn't it be wonderful to live here?" she said.

"Until it rained, flooded, grew too windy..." I said.

"I wish we had a home somewhere like this," continued Stacy, ignoring my teasing.

That was an interesting statement: 'WE had a home' indicated that we would be living together; and 'something like this' indicated that she liked the peacefulness of the bush. I contemplated the implications and said, "Yes."

After an hour of relaxing on the picnic blanket, I said, "It's time to go."

"Do we have to?" whined Stacy, like a child.

I chuckled and said, "We have to walk back."

Stacy had already stood up and helped me pack away the blanket. We walked back to the car, enjoying the bushland and drove home.

~~~

A few weeks later, Stacy said, "Come on we're going for a drive."

She'd already dropped the top of her little convertible, knowing that I preferred to have the wind blowing through my hair as she covered up with a wide-brimmed hat, or scarf, and sunglasses. We drive for about ten minutes before driving up a long, country driveway. We stopped in front of a ranch-style homestead and four kelpies race around the car barking and trying to out run each other.

A lady yelled at the dogs, who ran away, barking down the driveway. She asked, "Stacy?"

"Yes," answered Stacy, as we got out of the car.

"Maggie," said the lady, and held out her hand.

Stacy shook Maggie's hand and said, "This is Jessica."

"Hi, Maggie," I said, and firmly shook Maggie's hand. I'd learnt from meeting cockies that they liked firm handshakes and Maggie's smile indicated that she was no different.

"It's down the road a bit," said Maggie.

I wondered what was going on, but I trusted Stacy, so I said, "You sit in the front, Maggie, and I'll get in the back."

"I think it's best if you follow me in my car," said Maggie," The dogs will follow me and I don't want them on the main road so I'll load them into the back of my car."

Maggie held open the back door of an old Mercedes and the dogs jumped in the back. Maggie led us back onto the main road, a little further down, up a long driveway (covered in bluemetal gravel) to an old-style farmhouse with a high roof and fly-screened verandah surrounding most of it.

Maggie unlocked the house and showed us through. The house had: three, huge bedrooms, one with an en suite; a second bathroom; an open-plan, kitchen, dining and family room; a lounge room; walk-in pantry and my favourite, the huge fly-screened verandah.

"Wow," I said, when I saw the king-size, Iron-framed bed on the eastern side of the verandah. The mattress was still in its plastic cover and looked unused although a bit dusty. The bed had a mosquito-net hanging over it and I asked, "Are there mosquitoes here?"

"Well that depends," said Maggie.

"On what.?" asked Stacy, who hated mosquitoes.

"Do you have pets?" asked Maggie.

"No," answered Stacy.

"The there won't be any mossies if there's no water laying around," said Maggie. "I've had the tank cleaned and the fly screen netting on it repaired. I've also put a tablespoon of kero in it so there won't be any mossies for miles around here."

"Kero?" asked Stacy.

"Kerosene," clarified Maggie.

"Yes, but what's if for?" asked Stacy.

I chipped in and said, "The kero forms a film on top of the water and the mossie larva can't breathe so they die. You won't taste it.

"Maggie, how big is the tank?"

"You know your stuff, Jessie. Have you worked on a farm before?" asked Maggie.

"Yes. I was a jillaroo on a property halfway between Walgett and Brewarrina during the summer holidays," I answered.

"It gets hot out there during the summer," said Maggie.

"Yes," I said, with a smile, remembering fencing in the midday heat. "But you get used to it."

Maggie nodded and said, "Ten-thousand litres, but we're on town water so you only need to use the tank for drinking and cooking. There's a tap over the kitchen sink. You won't run out of water.

"The mosquito-net came with the bed. The bed's my son's. He loved the solid cast-iron bedhead and the enclosure that the mosquito-net provides but then he realised that the bed was too big for the small bedrooms that they seem to build in modern day homes, so we store it here. I think that he's forgotten about it. As far as I know it's never been used.

"I can organise to have it removed if it's in your way.

"Okay, take your time to look around. Lock up when you're finished and return the keys to me. If you're interested we can discuss the rental terms over a pot of tea."

So that's what this was all about; Stacy was looking to rent this beautiful, old farmhouse from Maggie.

As Maggie was walking to her car, she pointed to a big shed and said, "We used to keep tractors, trucks, trailers and cars in there. You can use it as a garage -- you could probably fit four, large cars in there -- and there's a workbench along the back, if you're handy with your hands."

"That's a beautiful, big, stand of trees up on the hill there," I said. "Are they yellow box?"

"Mostly," answered Maggie, with a sad look in his eyes. "Steve, my late husband, and I used to walk up there for picnics. You're welcome to walk anywhere on the property, it's good exercise, as long as you don't light any fires and you don't chase the sheep. I don't want you burning the place down."

I laughed and Stacy said, "We won't."

Maggie left with the dogs and Stacy and I looked around the house. I was in love with it but I didn't want to give her the pleasure of knowing that.

"What do you think?" asked Stacy.

"It's beautiful, but it's a big, lonely home for one person," I answered.

Stacy frowned, sighed, and said, "I thought... that we could both live here."

And there it was: Stacy wanted me to live with her. She hadn't even asked me. She just assumed that I would want to be her house-mate, and of course I do, but I didn't want to let her know that -- just yet.

I put my hand to my chin and looked thoughtful. I said, "I suppose there are two bedrooms for us to use as studies. There's one bedroom for you and I suppose I could sleep in that great, big bed on the verandah, if Maggie would allow me?"

"Her son might sell it to you," said Stacy, encouragingly. "The rent is half of what one of us now pays, so if we shared that, we'd each be paying a quarter of what we currently pay.

"It's only a fifteen minute drive to work... and we could carpool to save petrol money.

"It's peaceful and... in the country, which you like, away from prying eyes... um..."

She'd run out of justifications but didn't say what I wanted her to say, so I suggested, "And..." Nothing came, so I asked, "We'd be living together?"

"Yes!... Yes of course... That's... um... Isn't that a good reason?" Stacy asked, tentatively.

"I think so," I answered.

Stacy hugged me, gave me a big, happy kiss and asked, "So... will we tell Maggie that we'll take it?"

"When does your lease run out?" I asked.

"Years ago. I'm on a month-to-month renewal. I just need to give them a month's notice," answered Stacy.

"Me too," I said.

We drove to Maggie's home -- the dogs greeted us by barking and chasing each other past us -- and discussed the lease over Devonshire tea.

"I'm using one of those blue, rental agreements that you buy from the post office," said Maggie. "You don't mind do you? I want to cover my bum just in case the place burns down or something. I haven't bothered reading it but I imagine it's pretty standard and gets used a lot."

"I'm happy with that. They are pretty standard. There's a one-months bond, up front payment, that needs to be sent into the Bond Board and then the usual weekly or monthly rent paid in advance," I said.

"You seem well informed about these matters?" asked Stacy.

"I'm studying to be a Registered Surveyor, so these things are part-and-parcel of what I need to know," I answered.

"A surveyor? Then you'd know if I could subdivide off that house and sell it?" asked Maggie.

"I'm not yet registered so I can't legally advise you, but... when I get registered, I would say, yes, you can do that," I answered.

Maggie laughed and asked, "Are you sure you're not studying to be a lawyer? That sounded like a cover-my-bum answer," said Maggie. "But don't worry. I don't yet need the money."

I laughed, Maggie was a down-to-earth person and I really liked her. I said, "Just an RS. However, I could help you subdivide, once I'm registered, when you're ready."

"I looked into it and it's too expensive, paying all that up-front money for: surveyors, lawyers, real estate agents, et cetera," said Maggie.

"Yes, it can be daunting, but I could help you with that," I said.

"Not yet though," interrupted Stacy. "Were going to rent it from you for a while before you need to sell."

Maggie laughed and said, "Yes.

"Sorry to pry, but I need signatures of all the occupants. Is it just the two of you."

"Yes," answered Stacy. "One bedroom each as studies."

"I plan on sleeping on the verandah, on the eastern side," I said, to hopefully inform Maggie that we wouldn't be sleeping together."

"It's nice out there in spring, summer and autumn, but it gets mighty cold in winter," answered Maggie.

"Don't worry, I've got an arctic, woollen doona for winter," I said.

"It's good to see someone buying wool," said Maggie. "The bottom has dropped right out from under wool now-a-days.

"I suppose I'll have to move my son's bed?" asked Maggie.

"Do you think he'd sell it to me?" I asked.

Maggie smiled and said, "I ask him, but I think that he's forgotten all about it."

"You don't mind our boyfriends staying a night or two, now and then, do you?" I asked.

"Who am I to interfere with love," said Maggie. "Look, that place is... what, a kilometre away? So you could have loud music and parties and you wouldn't disturb anyone. But if there's more than you two permanently living there then I need to know to cover my bum for insurance sake."

"Just the two of us," answered Stacy. "We need the peace and quiet to study."

"What are you studying, Stacy." asked Maggie.

"Chartered accountancy," answered Stacy.

"So you could do my taxes?" asked Maggie. "Once you pass... whatever."

"I could do them for you now, as long as you sign the submission," answered Stacy.

"Sounds like a deal to me," said Maggie, and the three of us got along like a house on fire.

~~~

Maggie's son had forgotten about the bed and it was thrown in with the rent of the house because it was too hard to move it out.

Five weekends later, the boys helped us move in, using my trusty, Mitsubishi 4WD van, and we had a house-warming party the following weekend.

It was so peaceful, once the revellers had left, and Stacy and I quickly fell into a routine of study, car-pooling to and from work, sharing cooking duties and housework.

Stacy would come to me, or I to her, when our desires needed attention. Over the following months we tended to cuddle and sleep in each other's bed more often, until it became a regular occurrence.

One evening, as we cuddled after sex, Stacy said, "You know, I haven't read the Kamasutra but if there was one for tribadism then I reckon it would be twice as thick."

I laughed and then thought that she was right, there were so many ways of pleasuring oneself with a woman: the basic scissor position; face-to-face and then anywhere else on the other's body, if only one of us wanted to orgasm.

Stacy would sometimes tease me by laying naked in bed, reading a book. She'd lay on her front, propped up on her elbows with her beautiful, naked curves, tempting me.

On one such occasion I came out of the shower and was too tempted. I watched her beautiful body as I dried my hair. I crawled onto the bed and kissed her calves.

"You'll need another shower if you keep doing that," said Stacy.

"You deliberately tease me," I said. "Anyway, I'll clean up with a washer in the morning."

Stacy giggled, then said, "It's hot. You can't blame me for wanting to cool off without clothes on."

I gently kissed slowly up her silky, smooth -- well moisturised -- legs.

As I got closer to her buttocks, Stacy said, "You come, honey. I don't need to."

"Are you sure?" I asked, thinking that I didn't want to take advantage of her.

Stacy smiled and said, "I get pleasure out of you coming on me."

I stared at her tempting buttocks and gave in to my desire. I straddled Stacy's legs and lowered my crotch onto her buttocks. I sat on her as I slowly rubbed my hairless groin on her globes. I watched her curves beneath me. My juices began to flow as my clitoris rubbed on her skin, lubricating her buttocks.

After a few minutes I was rapidly thrusting my groin against Stacy's buttocks. I held onto her narrow waist, with my eyes closed, as I tribbed her buttocks. I felt Stacy move so I opened my eyes to see her put the book down, cross her arms and rest her head on her forearms. She had an enigmatic smile on her face as I took advantage of her glorious globes.

"Come for me, Jessie," whispered Stacy, in a most sultry manner that it pushed me over the edge and I came.

I rode Stacy's buttocks and my orgasm continued while I rubbed my groin against her slippery skin. I watched Stacy smiling as I rode myself up another level of climax. I thrashed around on top of her as the stimulation of my hard clitoris gave me further pleasure. Knowing that Stacy enjoyed me using her to satisfy my lust pushed me higher in my climax until I ran out of energy and collapsed onto Stacy's back.

I gasped in, huge lungs-full of, breaths as I supported myself on my elbows.

Stacy patted me with one hand, picked up her book and continued to read, as she said, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

I managed to gasp an answer, "You know I did."

I rolled off Stacy onto my back as I kept breathing heavily. She looked at me, smiled and continued to read her book.

"I owe you one," I said, in a way of saying thank you.

"I didn't realise that we were keeping score," said Stacy, with a smile.

"Well, I'm not, but I really needed that and... well... I hope that you don't think that I take you for granted?" I said, trying to explain myself.

Stacy's smile answered my question. We gazed at each other for a minute or so, until Stacy said, "I wish you were a man."

"I thought that we solved the dickless problem with the dildos?" I said.

Stacy laughed and said, "I love you."

We'd often say that we loved the other person, but it was shorthand for "I love your personality". At that moment I wanted to say that I was IN love with Stacy, but I didn't want to do anything that would disrupt the status quo. I said, "And you're not bad yourself."

After Stacy stopped laughing, I asked, "Is it worthwhile having boyfriends? Now that we have a suitable range of replacement dildos?"

Stacy laughed and said, "Brad and Les seem to be spending more time with each other."

"Yes," I agreed. "Especially after that wedding..."

"Ah huh... and... well... I think that my relationship with Brad is one of friendship rather than boyfriend and girlfriend."

"Same here... I mean with Les and my relationship," I said.

"It's very convenient for going to functions and such," suggested Stacy and I agreed with her.

We contemplated our boyfriend relationships in silence, until Stacy said, "Now go to sleep and let me study."

I drifted off to sleep. At some later stage, Stacy turned off the light and cuddled me.

~~~

Our relationship played on my mind, so one day I said, "Stacy I love you."

Stacy smiled and said, "And I love you."

I took in a big breath, and said, "I mean... I'm... IN love... with you."

Stacy stared blankly at me and I started to panic: had I destroyed our relationship? Was she going to leave? Should I laugh and say, "Only joking," to save what we have?

Stacy said, "When I recently said that I wish you were a man, it wasn't because of the dick, it was because, if you were a man... I'd ask you to marry me... but unfortunately, same sex marriage isn't available in this country."

My jaw dropped. I didn't realise that Stacy felt that way, but I was so excitedly happy that she did, I waited too long to answer her.

Stacy looked away and said, "Sorry."

I needed to save her, so I said, "My answer to your... hypothetical question is... I will."

Stacy frowned at me and I wanted to make sure that there was no misunderstanding, so I said, "Stacy, I accept your proposal but we'll have to wait until we can make it official."

Stacy hugged me with tears in her eyes and I hugged her back. We'd broken the ice but we were in new territory.

Stacy sat back and asked, "So how do we do this?"

"We, unfortunately, can't get married," I said.

"I know," said Stacy, "but... well... yes... I suppose we just continue on doing what we've been doing. What do we tell Brad and Les?"

"I don't think that they'll mind if we tell them the truth," I answered. "In fact, I think that they'll be pleased for us and for themselves."

~~~

Over time, the Teacher's College brought into town more broadly minded people. The townsfolk seemed to become more cosmopolitan and homosexuality was more tolerated. However, there were still those who stuck to the old ways. Brad and Les were happy that Stacy and I declared that we were more into lesbianism than bisexuality. In fact, I felt that they were relieved that our heterosexual relationships were over. However, we did continued to pretend to be two, swinging couples for the outside world, and enjoyed parties and functions in that semblance. We were happy and that's what mattered.

~~~

Like many women who live together, our periods synchronised. My breasts were tender, so my bra came off as soon as I got home, and I was usually less energetic. I wouldn't say that I was the top in our relationship, but I more-often-than-not directed our sexual encounters. However, I usually didn't have the energy to instigate sex whilst having my period.

Stacy, on the other hand, seemed to be more aggressive during her periods. If I didn't catch that salacious look in her eyes, the first notion that I had of her arousal was when she'd say, "I need this," and I'd be on my back with our crotches, tribbing.

With tampons inserted and wearing our black undies, Stacy pushed her crotch against mine and rapidly thrust her hips. Within moments I was also randy, there's only so much clitoral stimulation that one can receive before one's lust takes over.

I laid on my back hoping that Stacy would bring us both to climax and I wasn't disappointed. Stacy spread my legs wide and thrust against me face-to-face. Her hands held my ankles and her thighs pushed against mine. I felt exposed but I trusted Stacy and my clitoris hardened under her groin.

I imagined out naked crotches sliding against each other and I said, "I want to try this naked."

Stacy looked at me and I clarified myself, "Not now, when we're not having our periods."

Stacy smiled, kept thrusting, and said, "Okay... tell me when..."

"No... Stacy... You do it when you want to do it," I grunted.

Stacy nodded her head and closed eyes, as she rubbed our crotches. Wet spots spread out on our undies as my orgasm approached.

Stacy had her eyes closed as she concentrated on stimulating our groins. I could feel her hardened clitoris rubbing against my erect nub. It was too much... I came and our undies were soaked.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Stacy, as she also climaxed.

Stacy's thrusts slowly abated and then she let go of my ankles. I wrapped my legs around her waist and pulled her onto my body. We were both breathing too heavily to kiss but her body pressed against mine was enough to show our fondness for each other.

Stacy rolled off me onto her back. I held her hand and she squeezed mine. I couldn't help but say, "I love you so much."

Stacy giggled and said, "You mind reader."

I smiled knowing that we were so in touch with each other that we didn't need to say much at all. I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

~~~

About two weeks later, I had just come out of the shower, expecting Stacy to be studying, when she pushed me onto the bed and spread my legs wide. She held my ankles and pressed her thighs against mine -- memories of her instigating sex during our periods came to my mind and I smiled.

We were both totally naked and Stacy slowly lowered her crotch onto mine. Neither of us had prominent inner labia but our outer labia were swollen with desire. Our outer lips pressed together like lips of our mouths. It was so sexy.

At first our lips stuck together like lips of a mouth would when wearing lipstick. Stacy slowly kissed my labia with hers. My nipples hardened at the sight and my juices began to flow. Soon our lips slid over each other rather than stick due to our natural lubricant.

Stacy's kissing became thrusts and our groins were in constant contact as she tribbed me. She moved into a position where her hard clitoris flicked against mine on each thrust and the stimulation made my body tremble.

I reached forwards and cupped Stacy's firm B-cup breasts as she concentrated on our mutual pleasure. I pinched her nipples and Stacy squirmed her chest. Stacy shook her head as she kept thrusting.

"Fuck no, Jessie. It's too much," cried Stacy, as she climaxed.

Stacy tried to kept thrusting but her spasms from her orgasm interfered with her rhythm. I, on the other hand, hadn't yet climaxed, although I was very close, so I rolled her over onto her back and kept thrusting as she had been doing to me.

With her legs spread wide she was mine to do whatever I wanted and I wanted us both to come. I rubbed our crotches against each other and spread our moisture over our hairless groins. Our clits flicked against each other and our lips tribbed. My body shuddered as I climaxed.

"Fuck!" cried Stacy and she squirted, adding more lubricant to our crotches.

I slowed my thrusts and Stacy pulled me onto her body. Our breasts mashed together and our hardened nipples pressed against each other's mounds. I slid off Stacy and pushed three fingers into her vagina as I rubbed her clitoris with my thumb.

Stacy did the same to me and within a minute we were both coming from manual stimulation as we fingered each other. Three times I came before I pushed Stacy's hand away from my crotch and her fingers made a slurping sound as they pulled out of my vagina.

Stacy rolled away from me and my fingers slurped out of her vagina. We gasped as we laid on our backs, catching our breaths.

"I... don't... think... that... I could... come... again," gasped Stacy, in between deep breaths.

"Ditto," said I, being frugal with my breaths. "Until tomorrow."

Stacy chuckled and hugged me. We both drifted off to sleep in each other's loving arms.

~~~

We settled into a wonderful routine in our home: we usually drove to work in Stacy's little convertible -- it was more fuel efficient and more fun, on short trips, than my 4WD van; we came home and took it in turns to cook while the other studied; we studied in peace after dinner; showered, had sex and slept.

We saved lots of money due to the cheap rent and not going out as much. We still went to parties and on those occasions, we usually took my van and slept in it after the party -- we were probably over the blood, alcohol limit and there was the chance of hitting a roo on the way home in the dark.

Les, Brad, Stacy and I sometimes went to the Worker's Club, if there was a good show on -- Bradley was great at keeping us informed of entertainment events. Such as the time he bought tickets for us to see Pink Floyd in concert in Sydney. It was the best concert I've ever seen and Pink Floyd, being the best band in the world, really helped.

About a year after moving into the farmhouse, I passed my Board of Surveyors tests (all in one go, which was unusual for the exams) and Stacy got a job with an accounting firm, which really helped with her studies. I managed to get a job as a Registered Surveyor where I was previously employed as a fieldhand.

I had spare time on my hands, since passing my exams, so I concentrated on converting my little Mitsubishi, L300, 4WD van into a campervan. I did what I could, using the workshop in the shed, but paid professionals to do the work that I felt was too hard or I didn't have the knowledge to do.

Once the campervan changes were approved by a mechanical engineer and re-registered at the Motor Registry, we went away on some weekends camping trips. There was no shower but we did have a porta-potty so we could camp off-grid for a few days.

We became bolder in our camping adventures and were soon spending our holidays exploring our big, wonderful country.

Stacy was still studying for her Chartered Account exams -- it took a long time to become a Chartered Accountant -- so I decided to do a Master of Business Administration course by correspondence. It seemed easier to do than my degree in surveying and five years later I had an MBA.

In the same year, Stacy passed her final exam and became a Chartered Accountant. Firms from all over the place offered her job opportunities but she chose to become a junior partner with the firm that she was working with.

I successfully applied for the senior surveyor's position at my work -- having an MBA helped -- and we started to rake in the money. We were DINKS -- double income no kids -- and Stacy upgraded her convertible to a hardtop, convertible, Mercedes Benz -- she loved that car and kept it for decades.

~~~

Although I was the senior surveyor it was still tough working in a man's world. On one occasion, I was just approaching the fieldhand's room, when I heard Jason, the newly hired fieldhand, say, "Why do we need to listen to her? We're men, we can do better than her. We should have a man to be our boss."

I tried to calm myself, as I stood in the open doorway. Kevin, a fieldhand who had been working for us for a long time, saw me and his eyes widened. Jason turned and saw me.

I needed to nip this in the bud and say something to prevent a mutiny. I calmed myself and said, "Jason, do you know how to place a peg?"

Kevin's face smiled, knowing that I had controlled myself and knowing that Jason was about to be taught a lesson.

"Of course," said Jason, proudly. "Anyone can bash in a peg."

Internally I was fuming, you don't bash in a peg.

"Good," I said, calmly. "The why don't you and I have a contest at lunchtime, to see who can best PLACE a peg?"

"You're on," said Jason, apparently happy that I didn't reprimand him and thinking that he would demonstrate that he was better than I am.

"Kevin, could you please organise the equipment? And I'll ask Cassie if she'll help," I asked.

"Yes," answered Kevin.

"Wait a minute," said Jason. "Cassie's a women, she'll be on your side."

I saw Kevin, and a few other fieldhands, flinch at Jason's statement -- they knew that I NEVER took sides according to gender and I abhorred that sort of behaviour.

"Well then," I calmly said. "We'll ask both Cassie and Bob to judge who can place a peg more accurately. Does that satisfy your misogynistic mind?"

I don't think that Jason knew what misogynistic meant, but he agreed to the conditions of the contest.

All of the surveying teams, that weren't in the field, assembled in the carpark. We cleared two spots of tanbark in the garden and pushed two galvanised nails into the ground. Jason was happy with the location of his nail. I couldn't give a shit -- a mark was placed wherever it needed to be.

Cassie and Bob set up their total-stations and measured the nail's positions. Everything was ready, so I said, "We replace the nails with regulation pegs according to the Surveyors Act. The centre of the peg must be where the nail was and the top of the undamaged peg must be proud above the ground between seventy and seventy-five millimetres. The first to do so wins. We choose whatever we want to place the peg. Agreed?"

"Yes," answered Jason.

"Pegs please, Kevin, and a crowbar for me please," I said to Kevin, as I put on my toolbelt and roping gloves.

Jason smiled as he took a peg from Kevin and a selected a sledgehammer.

"Ready?" I asked, and when Jason nodded, I said, "Begin."

I pushed three galvanised nails into the ground, one metre away from the mark and evenly spaced at one-hundred-and-twenty degrees around it. I then pulled out the nail and drove the point of the crowbar into where the nail was. I smiled when I heard Jason hitting his peg -- at first his peg would easily go into the ground but then it would be much harder to drive in a seventy-five centimetre long peg.

I made a steep-sided, inverse-pyramid hole in the ground with the crowbar. I checked the centre of the hole with measurements from my three reference nails and was happy with the results. I continued making the inverse pyramidal hole.

I heard Jason hitting his peg harder as I placed my peg in the hole and tapped it into the ground with the handle end of the crowbar. I checked the depth of the top of the peg to the ground-surface -- I'd done this so often that knew that my hand on its side was the regulation depth.

I marked the centre of the peg with a pencil and using the string of my plumb bob across the diagonal corners. I checked the pegs position from my reference nails, tapped the ground around the peg for final adjustments and checked the position again. I was happy with its position.

I shuddered as I heard Jason's peg split but said, "Cassie, Bob, could you please check my peg's position?"

Kevin held the reflector in the middle of my peg as Cassie and Bob took their measurements. I looked at Jason's peg: it was split and three centimetres higher than what the regulations stipulated.

"Spot on," said Bob.

"Agreed," said Cassie.

"And Jason's peg?" I asked.

"Two-and-a-half centimetres off centre," said Cassie, after taking her measurement.

"Yep," agreed Bob.

I walked over to Jason and stood about half-a-metre away from him. He was about a head higher than me and about half as wide again as I was, but I knew that I could rely on my staff to protect me.

I said, "I win: your peg is out of position; it's not in far enough and it's split in two.

"Everyone is entitled to their opinion but until you can: place a peg better than anyone here, you have a degree in surveying, and you're the senior surveyor, then keep your opinions to yourself, unless someone asks for them. Also, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, here is equal, so I don't want to hear ANYBODY bitching about someone behind their back. If anyone has a problem then discuss it with your supervisor, me or HR.

I turned and faced everyone when I asked, "Is that understood?"

"Yes," mumbled most.

I faced Jason again and said, "If you're not happy with that then please feel free to look for a job somewhere else.

"You have just fucked a ten dollar peg. Your punishment is to pull out those pegs, fill the holes, replaced the tanbark as if nothing had happened, clean my peg, paint it and throw your peg away. Do you understand?"

"Yes," answered Jason, feebly.

"Good," I said and then turned to face the others. I said, more cheerfully, "That finishes our demonstration on how to properly place a peg. I thank you for your attendance."

I looked at my watch and said, "Cassie and Bob, I've got to meet Tim, the town planner, in ten minutes. Would you mind packing up?"

They agreed and I walked back to the office. I noticed that every window had an observer and I wondered what would be said to the Divisional Engineer (DE). Would I be in trouble for bawling out a dissident fieldhand? I hoped that nothing bad would happen.

I had a successful meeting with the town planner and returned to my office, half-an-hour before knock off time. There was a message from the boss to see him so I immediately knocked on the DE's door.

"Enter," came Herman's, the Divisional Engineer's, abrupt voice. Was he more agitated or was it his usual, foreign, European accent that I was detecting?

"Ah, Jessica, come in. Please sit down," said Herman, as I entered.

"How are you, Jessica?" asked Herman, as I took a seat.

"Well thank you, Herman," I answered, still trying to work out his mood, "and you?"

"Good," said Herman. "Although I am a bit upset: I hear that you gave, let's officially call it, a demonstration in the carpark today, and I missed seeing it."

"Well, your office has a better view of the road, Herman," I said, still not knowing if I was in trouble or not.

Herman smiled and said, "Yes, you're right, but if you do intend on giving further... um... demonstrations, could you please inform me so that I can discretely watch? I do enjoy such... um... things. Is everything under control?"

"Yes, I believe so, and I'll let you know of... um... more demonstrations," I answered.

"Good, good. I like a tightly run ship. There's no need for mutinies. I'm very happy with your work and if you ever need help, please don't hesitate to ask me. Okay?" said Herman.

"Yes, thank you, Herman," I answered.

"Thank you for this nice discussion," said Herman, and continued reading some of the papers strewn over his desk.

"Um, bye," I said, as I stood up to leave.

Herman frowned for a millisecond and said, "Bye."

I returned to my office happy, or hoping, that all was well. It was after hours and I was surprised to hear a tapping on the door. It was Mollie, a junior draughtsman.

"Hi, Mollie, come in," I said, in my usual friendly manner.

"Are you busy?" asked Mollie, before she entered.

"No, no, come in, come in. I've always got time to chat," I lied, I needed to note down the results of my meeting with Tim and Stacy would soon be arriving to drive home. "What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to say... that I saw you stand up to Jason in the carpark today," said Mollie.

"Yeah, apparently a lot of people saw that. I guess that's further damaged my reputation," I said.

"Not in my opinion," said Mollie, excitedly. "I know how hard it is to make it in a man's world and you're a big inspiration to me."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes," answered Mollie, more quietly.

I was expecting Mollie to explain herself more, but when she said nothing, I asked, "Do you like being a draughtswoman?"

"I love it," said Mollie, with enthusiasm.

"And do you enjoy working here?" I asked.

"It's okay," answered Mollie, a bit more subdued.

"That doesn't sound as enthusiastic as your first answer," I prompted.

"I'm the only woman in that office and... well... I don't like sports and I don't have much in common with the guys. You know what it's like," said Mollie.

"Yes, I do. Do they hassle you?" I asked.

"Not really," answered Mollie. "Not something that I could mention to HR. But, I feel a bit like I'm left out and... well... maybe it's my imagination but I feel like they, intentionally, ignore me."

"Yeah, it's hard not liking what they like," I said, not having an answer for her.

"Anyway," said Mollie, as she stood up, "I just wanted to say that you're a real inspiration for me. And... um... well... thank you."

"You're welcome," I said as Mollie left.

I quickly jotted down the dot points from my meeting with Tim and ran to the carpark to meet, and apologise to Stacy, for being late.

~~~

The following Tuesday, I grabbed a cuppa and joined Mollie at her desk. We chatted as we drank our beverages and I noticed the furtive glances from the draughtsmen. Mollie and I met at her desk for morning tea on most Tuesdays and Mollie did mention that the draughtsmen seemed to treat her with more respect. I wondered if they feared me or if they realised that Mollie wasn't the quiet young girl that they thought she was. Anyway, Mollie was happier and I was grateful that I could help her in some small way.

~~~

One morning, while eating breakfast, I said to Stacy, "We've saved enough money to buy a house."

"Yes, I know, but... I like living here. It's our home. Maybe Maggie would sell this place to us," said Stacy. "Alternatively, we could buy an investment property and negatively gear it."

"Maggie said it was too expensive to subdivide," I said. "Let me speak to her. I may be able to help her."

I walked the few kilometres to Maggie's home. There was no way that anyone could sneak up on Maggie's home; the dogs barked and chased each other past anyone getting near her home. Maggie invited me in to share a pot of tea and we chatted.

"Maggie, you mentioned that it was too expensive to subdivide but now that I'm a registered surveyor, I might be able to help. Do you have the title for your property?"

"Steve's got in somewhere. Let me have a look," said Maggie and a few minutes later returned with the Land Title, and more importantly for me, the Deposited Plan.

"Ah, the DP is what I wanted to see," I said, as I spread the plan out on the table.

"That's an old road up to our home," I said.

"Yes," said Maggie. "It goes right through our property, but no-one uses it."

"You'd better hope that your next-door neighbour doesn't subdivide or they might want to use that road for access. Does the council maintain the road?" I asked.

"No," answered Maggie. "We just buy a truck load of gravel and have them spread it out when needed."

I smiled to myself as a plan developed in my mind.

"What's your interest in helping me subdivide?" asked Maggie.

"You're the best landlord I've ever had and it's a friendly offer to help you out," I answered. "Besides, if the price is right, I might put in a bid for the place."

"Ah, now I see the interest," said Maggie. "And to tell you the truth, I'm willing to give you first option to buy. I know that you're a good neighbour and that really matters to me. So what's your plan."

I was caught out, Maggie was a good reader of people and she knew I was up to something. I said, "Leave it with me, but I reckon I could get the subdivision approved and the road beyond the house closed so that there's no way of the public driving through the middle of your property. And I could do the subdivision survey and conveyancing for a reduced price."

"What about this," countered Maggie. "You do all that and take the full cost to you off the purchase price. That way I minimise my costs, I get a quick sale and a good neighbour."

"I can't make any guarantees," I said. "I need to consult with the town planner and Stacy first."

"So Stacy will also be buying?" asked Maggie, as she raised her eyebrow.

Damn, we were caught. Having both our names on the title showed our relationship. I nodded, hoping that Maggie wouldn't mind lesbians as her neighbours.

"Don't worry," said Maggie. "I've known for a long time. I just wanted you to acknowledge your love for each other so that we didn't have to keep on pretending.

"So is it a deal, if you can get things sorted?" said Maggie, as she held out her hand.

"Deal," I said, as I shook her hand, hoping that Stacy would agree.

"Now let's have a quick look at the proposed boundaries."

"The existing fence suits me," said Maggie. "What about you?"

"That's the simplest and cheapest for all but I'll need measurements for the town planner," I said.

"I'll lock up the dogs and we'll head over straight away," said Maggie, as she rinsed our cups.

I liked how Maggie was down to earth and got right into something once a decision was made. We drove over to my place (I was already calling it mine) and Stacy was thrilled and very willing to buy our home. She immediately started ringing banks to organise a loan.

The corner posts around the house were made from old railway tracks. I grabbed the post and tried it wriggle it. It was solid and Maggie laughed. I asked, "How deep are these strainers?"

"A metre in the ground," answered Maggie. "Steve liked to do things well. Over-engineered, if you ask me, but we'll never have to replace them."

"Not for a thousand years," I said, and Maggie laughed.

"May I keep the DP for a while, to show the town planner?" I asked, as we measured the fence and I drew up the proposed subdivision.

"Be my guest," answered Maggie. "It's of no use to me."

~~~

I organised a meeting with Tim, the town planner. We had become good friends over our dealings. I spread out the DP and said, "Tim, I just wanted to let you know of a potential problem that the council might have with a private client of mine."

"Okay, what is it?" asked Tim, as he looked at the DP.

"My client has been maintaining this road for decades and when she found out that it was a council road, and not just a driveway to her house, she's... well..."

"Wants compensation," said Tim, quickly catching onto the situation.

"Yes," I said. "But I'm trying to keep us all happy. She wants to close part of this road and I'm proposing that the council does that and passes the title of the closed road over to her in exchange for the compensation. What do you think?"

"It sounds like a reasonable deal but the councillors will have to approve it," answered Tim.

"Of course," I said, thinking that my plan was working.

"What's this?" asked Tim, as he pointed to the pencilled in fence line of my home.

"That is the farmhouse that my client is thinking of subdividing off her property and what brought the old road to our attention," I answered.

"It looks like a standard submission," said Tim. "What's the area?"

"Just over a quarter of a hectare," I answered.

"An acre, that's normal," said Tim. "I suppose your client wants this subdivision approved as part of the compensation deal?"

"It's sort of part of the parcel," I answered, noting the smile on Tim's face.

Tim looked at me and said, "I know this area like the back of my hand, Jessie, and I DON'T want to know if this is the place you're renting and maybe you have a vested interest in this subdivision going ahead. Do you understand me?"

I felt so embarrassed and reprimanded. I said, "I do."

"Good," said Tim. "Let me take a copy of this plan. You get your developmental proposal in, on behalf of your client, and we'll take it from there. Okay?"

I wanted so much to hug Tim. He'd seen through my plan and cut me off before it seemed like he was doing a favour for a friend. He'd never compromise his position to do that and I was so grateful to him. I answered, "Okay," and that was the end of the meeting.

~~~

Everything worked out and Stacy and I were the new owners of our home. Maggie gave us a very good deal on the purchase price and had saved herself a lot of surveying, conveyancing, real estate, road closer and purchase costs. Tim and I were still good friends and our dealings were all above board. He even asked for the address when we invited him to attend our home warming party, even though he knew full well where we lived.

Life was good for Stacy and me. We still had enough money to put down a deposit on a small investment property in town. I did the identification survey and conveyancing and Stacy managed the rental agreement and management. We travelled a lot during our holidays, often camping in my campervan, bush walking, sightseeing and visiting this great country of ours.

In 2001, Stacy asked, "Guess where we're going for our next holiday?"

I went through a whole range of suggestions with our campervan, such as, central Australia, the west coast, central NSW and QLD and then back down the east coast, up the east coast all the way to Cape Peninsula, across the Nullarbor and catch the India Pacific train home. Stacy said no to all of those.

I then suggested taking the campervan to Tassie and Stacy said, "I'm not walking the Inland Trail again, Jessie. That was the hardest bushwalk I ever want to do and I don't want to do it again."

"I agree," I said. "I was so pleased that the last half of it was mostly downhill."

"Yes," said Stacy. "I was ready to turn around and go back until you told me that we were over half way. Thankfully you weren't lying."

"When have I ever lied to you, Stacy?" I asked, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Too often to mention," answered Stacy, trying to look upset, but we knew each other too well and ended up laughing and hugging each other.

"Anyway," said Stacy, after we stopped hugging, "you still haven't guessed where we're going. Try further afield."

I then suggested hiring a motorhome and travelling around New Zealand, going on a cruise through the South Pacific Islands, but Stacy said no to all of those until I mentioned touring Great Britain.

"Getting close," said Stacy.

"We could go on a bus tour through Europe," I suggested. "You know, twenty countries in twenty days and then we can go back to the countries that we want to see in detail."

"That sounds like a nice honeymoon," said Stacy, with a smirk.

I was confused; a honeymoon?

Stacy laughed at my confused look and said "We're going to the Netherlands."

I was still confused and then Stacy pulled a jewellery box out her pocket, opened it, as she knelt, and said, "Dear Jessica, will you do me the great honour of being my wife?"

I couldn't see what type of ring was in the box because my eyes were full of happy tears. I stupidly asked, "How?"

"The Netherlands has just passed legislation to allow same sex marriage," answered Stacy.

I pulled Stacy to her feet, hugged her and said, "I will. I do. I so much want to be your wife."

I cleared my eyes of tears and saw Stacy remove the diamond ring from the box. It had rubies on either side of the diamond. She tried to push it onto my finger but it was too small.

"Oh," said Stacy. "I suppose we'll have to have it resized." She then put the ring on her finger and said, "Or alternatively..."

I burst out laughing and said, "You bought that for yourself. Knowing that I wouldn't wear an engagement ring."

"So," said Stacy, as she admired the ring on her finger. She looked at me and asked, "You'll wear a wedding ring, won't you?"

I hugged Stacy and said, "Of course I will."

"Good," said Stacy, as she pulled two gold rings out of her pocket. "Try this one for size," and slid a rose gold ring onto my finger.

It fit perfectly, so I hugged and kissed Stacy until she pushed me away and said, "Come on, give it back. We're not wearing these until our wedding day.

"Now I need to find out when Les and Brad can come with us and to book a celebrant."

"Are Les and Brad coming with us?" I asked.

"Yes," answered Stacy. "I'm sure that they'll want to get married and we'll look like a couple of heterosexual husband and wives to keep the bigots off our backs."

"You're so organised," I said and hugged her again.

~~~

Les and Brad did want to get married. We had a double wedding, Brad and Les witnessed our wedding documents and we witnessed theirs.

On our wedding night, I helped Stacy out of her dress and she helped me out of mine. I let my eyes roam over her body appreciating how beautiful she looked in her cream-coloured: matching, lacy bra; undies; suspender-belt; sheer stockings and stiletto high-heels. As much as I appreciated her sexy outfit, I wanted to see her beautiful tits.

But first, I hugged my wife and kissed her. Our lipstick blended and her lips were so soft that they stuck to mine. The smell of our make-up turned me on. There was something so feminine about the smell of make-up and how it tasted on Stacy's soft lips.

I tried to surreptitiously take off her bra but she immediately knew what I was doing and she took off mine. She fell back onto the. Her hair formed a halo around her head on the pillow. She was an angel and I'd just married her. Her perfect smile enticed me, I just had to have her, so I kissed her and our nipples pressed against each other's breasts.

I felt her nipples harden and press into my breasts. I lifted my chest and watched our nipples as I brushed them against hers. I trembled a few times as our erect nipples flicked against each other. It was too stimulating so I slid down her body and gently licked her left nipple with the tip of my tongue. Stacy's body shuddered and she sighed. She pressed her breast against my mouth so I suckled her nipple.

I worshipped her nipple with my mouth until Stacy's body shuddered. She sighed, "Oh... fuck..." and then pushed my face away from her breast. I then concentrated on Stacy's right nipple. Stacy gasped, as I sucked her nipple into the back of my mouth, "Oh... god, Jessie... What about you?"

I momentarily stopped suckling to say, "We've got all night and I intend for us to both come most of that time." I then continued to idolised her right breast until she came and pushed my head away from her chest.

As Stacy came down from her climax I took the opportunity to remove her see-through, lacy undies. I knelt between her leg's and gaze at my beautiful wife laying there in her suspender-belt, stockings and high-heels. Her taught belly raised and lowered on each breath. Her perfectly smooth, pubic mound glistened with her sex juice. The smell drove me wild and I Stacy gasped as I rubbed my face in her juices.

Stacy sat up long enough to grab my waist and manoeuvre me into the sixty-nine position. She spread her legs and lifted her knees allowing me full access to her vulva. I tried to eat her. I buried my nose against her anus as I pushed my tongue into her vagina and lapped up her juices. I moaned as Stacy demonstrated her cunnilingus skills on me.

Not wanting to be outdone, and more importantly, wanting to give my wife the best orgasm possible, I sealed my lips on her labia, French kissed her vagina, and wiggled my face so that my chin rubbed her clitoris and my nose tickled her anus. I thought, only for a second, that evolution had designed my face to perfectly fit Stacy's groin to give her maximum stimulation.

Conversely, Stacy was rapidly fingering my G-spot, with two fingers, and sucking my clitoris like it was a small penis. Within a couple of minutes, I lost the contest and came.

I continued to stimulated my wife as best I could as my body shook and the heat from my climax rushed throughout my body. Stacy grunted something unintelligible into my groin and squirted into my mouth. I drank as much of her come as could but inevitably some escaped and soaked the towels that we'd placed on top of the sheet.

I pushed Stacy's face away from my groin and I rolled off her onto my side. Stacy hadn't finished with me: she knelt between my legs, spread them wide and lowered her vulva onto mine. She held my ankles with her knees locked under my thighs as she tribbed me.

I was happy to let her take control and watched our labia kiss and rub. Her hard clitoris flicked against mine. My glans protruded from my clitoral hood and the stimulation was almost too much. Thankfully, Stacy's clitoris was similarly being stimulated and she kept us both on the edge.

It wasn't long, since my previous climax, so her tribadism had me climaxing within a minute. My come further contributed to our slippery groins and seemed to urged Stacy. I was having a continuous orgasm as she flicked our slippery clitorises together. I shook my head from side to side, trying to prevent myself from going mad with the over-stimulation. Thankfully, Stacy stopped tribbing, released my ankles and collapsed on top of me.

I hugged her and gently pecked kisses on her face as we caught our breath. Our groins were still adjoined but motionless. I felt our combined juices dribbling over my anus and onto the towels. I thought of Stacy's trusty sex-blanket back at our home and smiled at our comfortable life together.

I slowly squirmed with thoughts of what we had done on her sex-blanket, so I eased Stacy onto her side and manoeuvred us into the scissor position. I slowly tribbed her, cherishing the feeling of her body between my legs more so than the intention of orgasm.

I hadn't accounted for Stacy's libido and within minutes she was thrusting our groins against each other. Her smooth, soft skin pressing against mine turned me on so much, that I reacted and contributed to the tribbing.

There was no urgency to our actions, like the previous tribadism. We gently made love treasuring the contact of our bodies. Our torsos were wrapped between our legs providing us with maximum skin contact. I was so much in love with the woman between my legs and that, along with the gentle rubbing of our groins, slowly built my orgasm to a climax.

At first, I didn't realise that I was coming. I noticed the warmth of the contact of our skin and the pleasure that our slow movements was providing, but then the heat slowly spread throughout my body and I shuddered as my orgasm released its pleasure.

Moments later, Stacy stopped thrusting and we released each other's legs. My lower area was soaked in our come. Our feminine scent filled the room and my mouth salivated. I needed to drink our juices like a vampire needs to drink after the smell of blood.

I lifted my leg over Stacy's and slowly eased myself into the sixty-nine position. Our feminine smell became stronger and I slowly kissed Stacy's, soaked pubic mound. Stacy reciprocated my kissing my hip but I was intent on having more.

I lick her mound clean and our combined juices triggered something in my brain. I needed more so I spread her legs and kept licking. I licked Stacy's entire crotch clean and she licked mine.

After a few minutes, I could only taste my saliva except for her slow release from her vulva. I kissed her labia urging her to release more of her love juice. I trembled when Stacy latched onto my vulva and sucked my labia as she flicked my clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Two could play that game -- in fact that game needed at least two players -- so I pushed two fingers into her vagina and sucked her hard clitoris.

It became a competition again, trying to make the other climax. For relief I still needed a supply of her juice so now-and-then I pulled my fingers out of her vagina and sucked her creamy come off them before pushing my fingers back into her vagina and working my fingertips against her G-spot. I sated my thirst for her feminine juices and then concentrated on Stacy's sexual needs. Within minutes we both climaxed and Stacy further slated my thirst by squirting into my mouth.

I sighed as we paused our love making. Stacy's body felt so soft pressing against mine. With my thirst sated I kissed her thighs as I slowly moved further along her body, cherishing the touch of her skin on mine. I stopped to brush her pubic mound with my nipple. For some reason I wanted to giggle as my nipple touched the top of her slit.

After stifling my laughter, I realised that I was brushing my crotch against her breast. We both have firm, B-cup breasts and hers was perfect for tribbing against. I brushed my clitoris against her erect nipple, which sent a shiver through my body. Somehow, rubbing my clitoris against her nipple aroused me.

I wanted Stacy to feel the same arousal so I spread her legs and brushed my nipple against her vulva.

"Oh... fuck, Jessie... That feels so good," gasped Stacy, as I massaged her groin with my breast.

I thrust my hips, backwards and forwards, as I pressed my groin against her breast. I tried to push her nipple into my vagina as I tribbed her breast. Stacy wrapped her legs around my torso as she rubbed her crotch against my breast.

"Fuck yeah, Stacy... Fuck my tit..." I demanded, as I rapidly fucked her breast. The stimulation of my breast from Stacy's powerful thrusts, combined with my clitoris rubbing against Stacy's tit and her nipple pushing into my vaginal opening, had me coming again.

I felt myself squirting as I tribbed Stacy's tit. "Yes... yes... come on me..." cried Stacy. "Oh FUCK!" and Stacy squirted onto my breast and splashed onto my face.

I slowed my thrusts and licked her come off from around my mouth. I had sated my thirst for her come so I rested my head on her thighs. My crotch slowly slid over her firm breast as my thrusting abated. I knew that I had to trib her breast again in the near future; it just, felt, so, good. But for now, I'd had enough and wanted to rest.

I rolled off Stacy, who was also breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath, and laid next to my wife. I gently kissed her and she tried to kiss me back between breaths.

I laid still, staring at the ceiling, thinking thank goodness for the towels that we'd placed on the bed: we'd have somewhere dry to sleep and the cleaners wouldn't think that we'd pissed in the bed.

I licked my come off Stacy's breast. Stacy pushed her hand between my mouth and her breast and said, "Honey... I can't come any more."

I chuckled because I felt the same. I said, "Just cleaning up."

Stacy pulled a towel out from underneath us and wiped her body, as she said, "There, I've done it for you... I'm sorry, but I just can't..."

"Neither can I," I said. I then propped myself on my elbow, frowned at her and said, "Until tomorrow."

Stacy laughed and said, "Oh yes, of course I'll be able to come more tomorrow."

"Good," I said, "I was hoping that sex wasn't going to stop once we're married."

Stacy laughed and said, "Nope, I'm going to rape you every day, with your permission, of course."

"Permission granted," I said, "but for now, I need to rest."

"Ditto," said Stacy and we laid next to each other, comforted by the love between us.

I raised my hand towards the ceiling to admire my wedding ring. Stacy did the same, although I think that she was admiring her engagement ring more than her wedding ring. I asked, "Am I butch?"

Stacy said, very patronisingly, "No, dear, your name is Jessica, not Butch."

I laughed until I had to wipe the tears out of my eyes, and heard Stacy say, "If I'd known you were going to go senile immediately after we were married, I would have..."

"What... what would you have done?" I asked.

She looked at me, smiled, cuddled my arm and quietly said, "I would have still married you. Like we said in our vows, through sickness and in health." She then rolled onto her back and added, "Or something like that."

I laughed again, she'd already forgotten our vows but she got the gist of it. I raised my hand again and looked at my wedding ring. I said, "My wedding ring is wider than yours."

Stacy raised her hand and said, "That's because I need room on my finger for my engagement ring."

She then dropped her arm and said, "Oh my goodness, you're serious about being butch. You are definitely not butch, Jessie. Look at you, dressed in your sexy suspender-belt, stockings and one stiletto, high-heel shoe. Where's the other shoe?"

"Oh... um... somewhere in the room," I answered.

Stacy giggled and said, "If I was as beautiful as you I'd be a model."

"You are as beautiful as me," I said, "so why aren't you a model?"

Stacy sighed and said, "I'm not confident enough... Besides, I only want you ogling at me.

"Jessie, you're so feminine, you are NOT butch. Don't get me wrong, you're also a feminist--"

"Feminist?" I asked.

"Yes," confirmed Stacy. "Not the burn-your-bra, nor the suffragette type, but you stand up for your rights and the rights of some other women--"

"Like who?" I asked.

Stacy rolled onto her back and said, "Like that mole at your work."

"What mole? Who are you talking about?" I asked. I thought about who could possibly be a 'mole' at my work and then asked, "Do you mean Mollie?"

"Yes, it's in her name, Moll" answered Stacy, huffily as she crossed her arms. "She's trying to steal you away from me."

"What the frig are you talking about, Stacy?" I asked. "She's half our age--"

"Don't exaggerate," said Stacy. "She's three-quarters our age."

I couldn't help but laugh, Stacy was arguing about the relative age of Mollie to us, rather than her belief that Mollie was a mole. "Mollie is NOT trying to seduce me, Stacy. I was just trying to help her feel comfortable in the office--"

"See," said Stacy, surprisingly chirpy again, "you help out a fellow woman."

I narrowed my eyes at Stacy and said, "You are so manipulative. I'm going to have to keep my eye on you."

"On my hot rump," said Stacy, as she touched her buttock with her finger and made a sizzling sound.

I laughed and my tears flowed. I wiped away my tears, hugged Stacy and said, "I'm so much in love with you."

"And so you should be," said Stacy, huffily. She then threw her arms around me and said, "I'm also in love with you."

I giggled and hugged her back. After a moment or two, I rolled onto my back and appraised my wedding ring. Stacy hugged my right arm and said, "Seriously, Jessie, you are more feminine than... than..."

"A gorilla?" I suggested.

Stacy laughed and said, "Yes... I wish I thought about what I was going to say before I start saying it... I was trying to think of the most feminine women in the world, but I couldn't think of one more feminine than you. What about Zsa Zsa Gabo?"

"Oh please, Stacy, don't compare me to her. She acts like an air-head," I said.

"Rita Hayworth?" asked Stacy.

"She's dead, isn't she?" I asked, ready to counter any woman that Stacy was willing to proffer.

Stacy sighed and stated, "You're not butch, Jessie."

"I'm usually the top," I suggested.

"Oh really?" asked Stacy, "and who held your legs wide apart, knelt between your legs and tribbed you till you squirted?"

"Oh... well... there're so many..." I said, trying to act seriously.

Stacy laughed, tried to pinch my buttocks, but I rolled away from her, and she said, "I love you so much, Jessie. You just stay like you are for the next fifty years."

I smiled, said, "Okay," and watched the ceiling until I fell asleep.

~~~

We did do a bus tour of Europe for our honeymoon with Brad and Les. Stacy and I then hired a car and toured Great Britain, staying in Bed and Breakfast places. If asked where were our husbands we answered that 'the husbands', as we called them, (and we weren't lying), had to go back to Australia but we wives kept on touring. We also didn't mind having to share a double bed to save money by not having to pay for two rooms. The B&B owners believed us, or were polite enough to not to question us, and we had a great honeymoon.

We returned home and were grateful to be back in our farmhouse home. We did all those options that I'd suggested for our holidays: travelled all over Australia in my campervan; caught the Indian/Pacific, Ghan and other long trip trains; motorhomed through New Zealand; took cruise ships all over the place. We even went on a safari in Africa and visited many countries of the world.

Over time, we invested in more properties -- Stacy was a very efficient rental manager and tax agent, whereas I did the identification surveys and conveyancing. We retired and lived happily ever after.

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The end.