Emma and Bobbie, Reprise

This is not so much a story, more a collection of dreams or fantasies, weaving in and out of sleep.

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The two young women ran down the long driveway, their steady pounding feet in synch on the gravel. They always ran together like that, always in time, the long sway of their two long pony tails left right, left right. A long line of sweat ran right down their backs, dark against the lighter cloth of their tops. They both stopped at the same time, leaning forward, hands on knees, catching their breath back in long drawn out gasps.

"Fuck, you're too quick," Emma gasped. "Trying to keep up with you!"

"That's coz you're an old lady, Emma. Your girls at the rink. Hanna's right. You is an ol' lady skater!" She panted in between words, their workout a good one for her too. She stretched and felt her joints creak.

"Am not!" Emma laughed between gasping breaths, and when she slung her arm around Bobbie's waist, she was smiling. They walked side by the side to the door, their feet still crunching on the gravel.

Bobbie let Emma go through first. "I like seeing your ass go up those stairs." At the top of the stairs she turned, and Bobbie was right behind her, only two steps down.

"Password," Emma said, as she reached for the hem of Bobbie's top, lifting it up to show the girl's flat belly, worked muscles faintly flushed.

"Bobbie Blue," Bobbie replied, and with her hands on Emma's waist, pushed her lover into the room, kicking the door closed behind her. She peeled Emma's top up, up her upstretched arms and over her head, tossing it carelessly to one side, to the floor. Emma stood there in her short shorts and sports bra, the tight stretchy material pressing her breasts flat. Her tawny lioness hair fell in a fall down her back. Her skin still shone with her sweat. Her eyes were bright wide as she carefully did the same for Bobbie, pulling the younger woman's top up and from her.

Bobbie's nipples pushed darker against the white cloth of her barely there bra. More a crop bra really, strapped across the slight mounds of her breasts. Emma pulled the cloth up, revealing tight nipples pulling the flesh up in sweet cones. Emma dropped her mouth to a nipple, and pushed Bobbie back to the bed. She suckled the girl, more for her own comfort, less than for sex. That would come later, but for now, she wanted to taste her lover's salty skin and to lick the salty tang from her.

Bobbie quietly stroked Emma's hair, knowing it soothed the lioness. She stroked her hair softly, and she felt the comfort suck Emma gave her, on her breast. After a long moment, Emma's mouth went to Bobbie's other breast, and the wet nipple of the breast she'd just left

felt cold for a moment, and then was warm in his mouth as he joined them. Bobbie nurtured them both, her own body relaxing with a contented sigh. She slid fingers down her belly, down into the tight waist of her shorts. She pushed against the cloth, and found her button. Bobbie stroked herself quietly, gently, in no rush at all.

Her upper body cooled in the still air and she felt cold, and shivered. She held her girlfriend's head in her hands. "I'm chilly," she said, "Let's get to bed."

Emma stood up, then bent down to do a quick flick pull on her shoe laces, and pulled her runners off. Then did the same for Bobbie. "Leaving those little white sox on," she said, "makes you look really cute."

They both kept their panties on, knowing that he would love their hot sweaty pussy scents, tangy and salty and a little bit kinky, still sweaty from their ten kilometre run.

In under the covers he went down on Bobbie first, sucking her pussy through the cloth, sucking hard on her clit and seeing the wetness from her cunt wet her panties. His long fingers pushed the cloth to the side so he could lick Bobbie's pussy lips, long wet strokes and kisses, till the girl's legs began to quiver and her orgasm was coming, coming, coming quick.

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Bobbie reached up for Emma, and pulled her face down to hers, into a hot passionate kiss. "We keep saying you're not a lesbian, but fuck I love that you love me."

They kissed deeper, longer, and pressed their breasts to each other's. After ten long moments, maybe twenty, Emma let go the younger woman and raised herself up from the bed. "I want you," she said, with her 'want you' eyes soft and lovely. "I probably don't say it enough, but I do."

"I know you do, honey," Bobbie whispered. "I know you do."

Emma peeled Bobbie's panties down her long slender legs, and slinked out of her own. She looked at the crotch of her panties. "Fuck, I'm so wet," she said, almost as if in amazement.

"That's coz he's in the room. Can't you feel his clear, clean energy, his sweet lust and his passion? His constant longing. His maleness."

Emma looked around the room, and even though there were only the two of them physically there, she felt her beloved around her, right there inside her mind.

"Fuck me like he does, Emma." Bobbie reached out her arms.

She spread her legs wide, and her pussy was hot red and swollen, plump lips full of blood from the cunnilingus earlier, deeply, richly flushed from her earlier come. Her nipples were tight and long, pulling the flesh of her breasts up into two little peaks, just like Mount Fujiyama. Only doubled. Bobbie grinned. "I've never been a Japanese wood print before!"

Emma looked at her lover's sweet open cunt, and wished she had one of those massive big cocks, to fill her right up, like in those Japanese ukiyo drawings.

"Fuck me," said Bobbie, her request so very simple. She opened her arms up to Emma. Her legs were open already.

Emma pressed the base of her belly, her clitoris, right up against Bobbie's cunt, and she rocked and she rocked, and it was like she had a cock pushing right into Bobbie. She'd always wanted to know what it felt like, to enter a woman, feel hot cunt flesh around a penis. Her clit felt huge, as she channeled a man and fucked Bobbie. She felt her energy all different, a feminine, masculine, intense but still intimate power; and Bobbie fucked her in return. Her hot little hips started dancing, and Emma slid up and down, back and forth, grinding her pubis into her lover's wet cunt.

She felt the girl absorb her, taking her vision cock right up into her belly. Emma felt a thick feeling right at the base of her spine, and it was just like he had described, when his balls filled full and tight, filling thick and heavy with his come. Ready to ejaculate.

Emma didn't ejaculate, she didn't shoot streams of semen, but when she did come, her fingers were deep inside Bobbie's ass, and her cock clit pushed hard up against Bobbie's cunt. Emma surged and throbbed and took the girl just like he did, losing his load in her pussy, panting and breathing hard.

And when her orgasm had finished, she fell onto Bobbie's body, and she shifted her weight just like he did, and her head fell down onto Bobbie's chest, and her mouth found a nipple and she suckled it.

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"This is why," whispered Emma as she pushed herself back onto me, "I'm not a lesbian. Bi, for sure, but this..."

I felt myself thicken, the hot centre of me, and Emma would've felt me thicken too.

"... is why." She wriggled her bare ass back against me, widened her thighs to let my shaft rest between them, the warmth of her pussy spreading over me. She clamped her thighs closed and placed my hand on her breast where her nipple was already tight. She moved again, sensuous and slow, and looked back at me, moving her hair away so I could see her eyes.

"It's this obviousness of a man, seeing his cock respond. That's why. Gay girls aren't interested in cocks. But I am. We girls can fake it, every time if we need to. But you men..." She wriggled back over me and I swear I felt her hot wetness.

She let my cock go from between her legs, and pushed me back from her. She pushed the covers back too, and got on her hands and knees. Her hair fell to the pillow, down one side of her face. Her knees were a foot apart, which exposed the smooth lips and dark cleft. She reached back to caress one cheek, as if to remind me. I didn't need reminding, as I knelt behind Emma and gazed at the place which is woman, my woman.

Emma knelt before me, her body quite still, her breasts swaying from her chest. Emma's not got big heavy breasts, but kneeling this way, the weight of them made the flesh around her nipples swell, soft and succulent like some small hanging fruit. Her nipples were thick and dark pink. I wanted one in my mouth. I wanted Emma to suckle me, like the Madonna does.

But I was behind her, seeing her curves, the firm tight muscles of her ass, her skater's thighs, her strong back. The way she looked back at me, her clear blue eyes, such a serious look. Emma blinked, and closed her eyes, having seen me. Her head fell forward to the pillow and she arched her back. It was a slight, subtle move, enough to widen the slice between her pussy lips, so I could see a flush of red just inside. I saw the faint sheen of shiny wet flesh. Her body language was obvious, and I understood my silence, reverence, my adoration.

My cock shaft was full rigid and long, the head of me fully exposed, every stretch of foreskin pulled back. When I'm fully erect like this, I swear my cock stretches. My balls pull up, high and tight. They never drop and sway, my balls. It's as if my seed wants less distance to travel. My cock head is the deepest dark red. My shaft, it's hot from my blood. I look down, and see a vein throb. I gaze at Emma's sex, and her lips are ever such a tiny bit wider.

Her head's on the pillow, and I see goosebumps on the flesh of her cheeks.

"I want you," she whispered. "Deep inside me."

I knelt behind Emma and placed my cock head in between her hot lips, and pushed a little bit forwards. She opened for me, that first widen. I saw her fingers grip the sheet, one hand gripped, the other hand her fingers stretched wide. Emma plays piano. The irrelevant thought flashed into my head, and with some quiet hallucination I imagined her playing in a dark bar, singing a torch song in a very low voice, so soft the room would go silent.

With my left hand I held Emma's belly, firm flesh but soft skin, and with my right hand I cupped her right breast. Thus poised, leaning over Emma, I entered her ever so slowly, one long endless movement inside her, my cock shaft long and so slow. I felt her body relax to accept me, heard her sigh, an inhalation of breath, felt her pussy yield for me, and slowly she started to move.

I found her place and stopped there, my shaft half in her, half out. I dropped my hand from her belly down to the bed, to take my weight. I twisted and pulled the nipple, her right tit, to double the arousal, to give her more sensation. Her cunt clasped, and she moaned as I stretched out her tit, turning and twisting the nipple, squeezing and pressing on the flesh.

Emma arched her back, straightened her arms to hold her head high, up from the pillow, up from the bed. Her tawny blonde hair fell long down, curling in a loop between her hands. She gripped the sheet and pushed back hard onto me, taking me deep in her belly. She placed one hand against the wall and pushed back, pushed back hard against me, taking me, taking me. She moaned, "Mmmm, fuck, fuck, ooo..."

She moved on me quick, with a new eagerness, wanting me deep up inside. Her cunt clenched, then let go, clenched then let go, and her body shook. Her legs quivered, her muscles all tight and strong. She's not very big, is Emma, but when she's full of passion and fierce, ohh, she's so strong. Wouldn't let go of my cock. Held me right there, deep inside her, her clench like a hundred hands.

I grabbed her hips, held her tightly, holding her there for my fuck. I looked down at the place were we joined, and my cock shaft was long shiny red, in out, in and out. Her pussy juice glistened, creaming white. Her inner lips were dark red, and a glister of juice spread around her sex, down my thighs.

My skin was a quick slap against hers, and our rhythm fuck rhythm got quicker. I reached forward to the wall and covered her hand with mine, fingers linking. Our bodies glistened with sweat and our breathing became panting, fast open mouth gasps of warm air. I heard myself like an animal, growling back in my throat as I pumped her, fucked her faster. Ohhh, Emma fucked me right back.

That deep heavy ache that I get, at the base of my spine, deep in my balls, here it comes, here it comes, I can feel it, filling my cock even thicker. I thrust my cock into her, every inch and she took me, where the fuck does she put me? and every inch I went there. Deep into Emma's tight belly, deep into her hot sexy body. I wanted to spill seed into her. I pumped into her faster, she pulsed and quivered and absorbed me, took me right up into her belly.

I looked down and saw the dark eye of her asshole, pressed my thumb over it. She cried out, "Yes, yes, there, there," and I pushed in deeper, into her tight tight slick ass. I felt my cock moving, sliding right past my own thumb, and her sphincter trapped me, held me there, held me tight!

Her asshole clenched around me, it became the most extraordinary feeling. That place of connection was the still point, everything else moving around it, my cock, my thighs against hers, the arched back of her body, the swirling mass of her hair. Deep inside me that last ache began, where everything surges and fills and I'm going to explode, my balls huge and tight, my cock swelling thicker, quick inside her.

"Emma!! I'm going to..." I've never yet finished that loud warning cry, and I didn't this time. The stasis came over me, my still point crested, crested, built right up. My semen exploded into her hot clasping wet hungry red cunt, multiple throbs that shook me, filled her. I could feel every cock inch as she clenched me tight, so tight. I felt her anus pulse around my finger, multiple sensations, rippling sensations, really quick.

I gasped for breath, leaning forward over Emma's back, still pressing her hand to the wall, my head down besides hers, my breath coming in fast gasps.

I don't quite know how, but she turned her head and I felt hot lips on my cheek and she kissed me. She said something, but I don't really know what she said. Something about good come, such a lot, all for me. But my brain was quite incoherent, I couldn't hear what she said.

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Bobbie came up the stairs, treading on the third step. She smiled when it creaked. The door upstairs was already shut to make the room their safe private place. She pulled back her hair, long blonde hair fine falling, the three fingered curl already there. Bobbie tip-toed the rest of the way up in silence, and quietly opened the door.

The room was dim, early evening, the curtain half drawn. On the bed Emma was sleeping, her body under a sheet, her fingers up by her mouth. The fragrance of sex filled the room, soft and delicate like frangipani with a light dash of nutmeg. Bobbie could taste it in her mouth like a coffee. She breathed it in.

"You guys," she whispered. And bent down to unlace her shoes. Undid the belt of her jeans, slid them down her long slender legs. She grinned, and left her little white sox on, the same colour as her tiny white panties. She left those on too, they always turned him on. She could feel him already in the air behind her, and led him to bed by the cock.

Her nipples blazed erect as he slid his hands up inside her shirt. She undid three buttons quickly to give him more freedom, and felt his hot shaft up her back, where he pressed long and hard against her skin. She pulled the shirt tight, holding him to her body.

Bobbie leaned her head back, dropped her fingers down her belly, down inside her panties to touch herself. He rested his cheek on the top of her head, a little woman in his strong arms, hugged around her.

Gazing down at Emma's untidy tangled hair, Bobbie stood looking at her lover, enjoying her own soft sensation, her fingers moving really slow. She swallowed twice, and flickered her fingers a bit faster. She felt an ache in her breasts, swelling bigger with her arousal, and felt his hands squeeze her. She undid three more buttons, and the shirt fell open, exposing her bare breasts and her belly.

She leaned down to pull the sheet back to reveal Emma's naked body, the curves of her ass and the long of her back, the two cups of flesh faintly shadowed. One of Emma's legs was pulled up, and Bobbie could see the tips of fingers down by her pussy, the skin still shiny from her glisten. The scent of sex drifted up. Bobbie swallowed again, and licked her lips, which were suddenly dry.

"Was it a good fuck, honey?" she whispered, as she lay beside Emma, half on her, half off, her breasts against the woman's back and side. Bobbie pulled Emma's hair back from her face and her neck, so she could kiss her neck and her shoulders. She slid the hand that pulled back Emma's hair, slid it down her back, over the curve of her bottom, to find the hot place that was there. Emma's breathing didn't change at first. Then it stopped, and quivered, then settled again, into a gentle sigh.

"Emma," Bobbie whispered, her slow fingers moving slowly. "Wake up." Her fingers stayed where they were, moving slowly, and she watched Emma's face as sleeping Emma woke up.

"You're so lovely," said Bobbie, "when you wake up after sex, when he's been here. I want to..."

"Taste us?" Emma asked, as she rolled and embraced Bobbie, kissing the girl's mouth, her eyelids and her nose, kissing her softly like a mother cat does with a kitten, kissing her softly with a new song that she knew, kissing her softly with these words.

"Yes," Bobbie replied, and she pulled the sheet up. For a very long while there was silence, not much movement under the sheet, no words spoken at all. After ten minutes a tawny blonde head disappeared, and all you could see was Bobbie's face, her hair long on the pillow where it had been pulled back ten minutes earlier.

If you watched closely, you'd see her eyelids move as her eyes did, slowly left and right, and you'd have seen her mouth open, her tongue darting to lick her lips. You'd have seen her breathing faster, much faster, and if you kept looking, you'd have seen her eyes suddenly open wide, hear her say, "Oh fuck yes, right there, right there..."

And you'd know Emma was smiling, her mouth right there.

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