Chris

Chris

Finding the strength to love.

Day One - A Damsel in Distress

Chris sat in a corner booth of the bar by herself and took a slug of her beer. It was Friday evening and she was tired, both mentally and physically. Today had been a tough and long day.

Like most of the others in the bar, Chris worked construction on the new tower block that was going up a couple streets over and whilst her shift was due to have ended three hours earlier, when it came to pouring concrete, the shift didn't actually end until the pour was finished. A breakdown of the concrete pump had delayed the work for over four hours, and whilst they had made up some time, it was still 8:00pm before they could actually knock off for the day.

Normally at the end of the shift, Chris would head straight back to the apartment she rented, but with the way the day had gone, she just needed to unwind a little first. So she had joined the rest in the bar, just for a quick beer, or maybe two.

She ran her hand through her close-cropped hair, sighing at how tired she felt, and took another sip. The cropped hair wasn't a fashion statement, rather it was simply an acknowledgement that no hairstyle survived for very long beneath a construction hard-hat, especially in this heat. Besides, she had never seen the point of long hair, it was just a pain to manage.

Slowly scanning the bar, Chris reflected that it had definitely known better days. There was paint peeling in places and everything just looked a little bit grubby. However, the place was currently buzzing with people and energy and no one else seemed to mind the décor as long as the beer kept flowing. She guessed it must have been a real lifeline to the owners when the bar had become the unofficial hangout for the various crews working on the tower.

Even though the place was packed, Chris had still been able to find a booth where she could sit by herself. She preferred to be left alone and had been working with most of the guys long enough that they had finally gotten the message. It wasn't that she didn't get on with the other guys, she got on just fine with most of them, tolerated the majority of the rest and only had a problem with a couple of them. It was just that she preferred her own company.

She was just deciding if she wanted a second beer when she heard a woman cry out in surprise and indignation.

Glancing up she saw a familiar scene over by the bar, as a group of guys were causing trouble for a woman who had the misfortune to catch their attention. Typically, the guys were acting as though it was just a bit of harmless fun, but the woman had just realized there was a nasty undercurrent to their "fun".

Looking closer she recognized the ringleader, Frank Barr, the asshole-in-chief himself. She had a few run-ins with Frank in the past. He was the sort that always took things too far, and when somebody ended up hurt, which they nearly always did, he would act all innocent, "it had only been a bit of fun". She tended to keep her distance from him and in turn he normally had enough sense to keep away from her. Frank liked his victims to not be able to fight back and preferably when he had other people to back him up.

Chris glanced at the woman, she looked completely out of place in the bar. Amongst all the burly men in their dirty and ripped work clothes, her slenderness, clad in designer jeans and pristinely clean t-shirt looked completely out of place. It was like finding a rare and vibrant orchid amongst the weeds and brambles of a refuse tip.

If the woman had any sense, she would get out of here as fast as she could thought Chris as she went back to contemplating whether she needed another beer or not. A couple minutes later she was brought out of her pondering once again when there was another cry from the direction of the bar. This time there was a definite note of unease in the voice.

Frank and his cronies had surrounded the woman and one even had a grip on her arm. Things were about to get ugly fast.

For the briefest of moments Chris wondered if she could ignore what was about to happen but then felt disgusted at herself when she noticed that everyone else seemed to be asking themselves the same question. In a close community like this, it didn't pay to make enemies. Unfortunately, Chris had always had trouble learning that particular lesson and also had a deep-seated loathing for bullies.

Giving a large sigh, Chris set her nearly empty beer bottle down and began to make her way towards the trouble.

As she got closer, she began to pay more attention to the woman. Despite now looking scared, she was still undeniably attractive. Very slim, but good curves where it mattered and long blonde hair that fell most of the way down her back. No wonder she had attracted Frank's attention.

Striding up to stand between Frank and the woman, Chris demanded angrily, "What the fuck are you doing messing with my girl!"

She turned briefly to glare at the guy that was holding the woman's arm and saw that he had the good sense to let her go. Rounding again on Frank, "Well?"

"She's with you?!" Franks happy nastiness had instantly flashed to anger at being challenged in front of his hangers-on.

"Of course she is with me. You don't suppose She's here for a limp dick loser like you, do you?"

"Fuck you dyke!!" shouted Frank taking a step towards her, anger blazing in his eyes.

"Not even in my worst nightmare bitch" she shot back, "So, why don't you go fuck off and circle-jerk with your bum-boys somewhere else"

She could hear quiet laughter from some of the guys around them and judging by the way his face had gone bright purple, Frank could hear the laughter as well.

Chris stood her ground as Frank took another step towards her.

"Bitch!" he always had been an eloquent bastard.

Just as Frank was about to let loose with another insightful remark, a hand dropped on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.

Frank spun to confront whoever had the nerve to lay hands on him but then stopped when he saw that the hand belonged to Sam Storrer.

Sam was a true giant of a man. From a distance he might look like a normal man, albeit a bit bulky, but it was only when you were up close to him that you realized that he was every inch of the 6' 8" his work file claimed he was.

"Leave it Frank. Chris is good people" Sam's voice was deep and carried weight, even when he spoke softly, which he nearly always did.

Frank looked at Sam then glanced at Chris, fury clear on his face. She could see that he was conflicted, but not even he was fool enough to mess with Big Sam, however he couldn't be seen to back down in front of the others.

Although in the end he didn't really have a choice.

"Fucking bitch! She's not worth the trouble anyway" he mumbled as he pushed his way out of the crowd that had gathered around them.

Chris looked to Sam and gave him a brief nod of thanks. In return Sam gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.

She wouldn't exactly call Sam a friend, she really wasn't close enough to anyone to call them that, although she did respected Sam, partly because he was a good worker and partly because he generally kept himself to himself. Though she would often tell herself that she wasn't interested in what people thought of her, there was definitely a part of her that hoped that Sam respected her as well.

Turning to the woman, "Come on babe, lets grab a seat." With that she took the woman's hand and led her back to the corner booth. Luckily the woman had enough sense to play along, especially as some of Frank's cronies were still watching them.

Back at the booth, Chris sat across from the woman and took the final sip of her beer whilst keeping an eye on the area of the bar that Frank had skulked off to.

"Thank you. I appreciate you coming to my rescue. I'm Rachel."

"Chris" Chris responded. As well as a look of relief in Rachel's expression, there was also a sparkle of excitement in Rachel's eyes that made Chris wonder if, even now, the woman actually realized just how close she had just come to getting into some serious trouble.

"Look, Frank maybe a coward when his cronies aren't around, but he does hold grudges. I'd suggest that you give it a couple minutes, to convince Frank you really are with me, then when things quiet down, quietly slip out the side door and be on your way." Then seeing Rachel give her a strange look, "Don't worry, I'll watch you leave and make sure nobody follows you."

Rachel looked unsure for a moment, as if the seriousness of the situation had just dawned on her. "It could have gotten that bad?"

Chris shrugged, "Most of the guys here are OK, but Frank is different. He's like a toddler prone to temper tantrums which makes him unpredictable. Maybe he just wanted to hassle you for a bit and would have let you go in return for a kiss. But sometimes Frank takes things too far."

The two women sat in silence for a while as Rachel contemplated what Chris had just told her.

"Will helping me cause you any trouble with him?" asked Rachel.

Chris gave a shrug and a half smile, "Frank is always trouble. But don't worry, I can handle him." However, what she didn't let on was that whilst she was confident that she could handle Frank in a fair fight, Frank never fought fair and never by himself. She would have to be on her guard for the next few days until Frank found somebody else to bully.

There was another lull in the conversation as the two women mulled over their own thoughts.

"So, can I buy you another drink, to say thanks?" asked Rachel finally

Chris's first instinct was to decline, but then thought "fuck it". It wasn't every day she got to spend time with such a good looking woman, and Rachel was certainly a good looking woman. So instead, she accepted the offer.

Rachel gave her a smile and went to stand to go to the bar before Chris stopped her. Instead, Chris beckoned to a passing waitress who came over immediately. No doubt the waitress was experienced enough to know that it probably wasn't a good idea for Rachel to go wandering through the bar by herself, considering what had recently happened.

Chris ordered herself another beer and Rachel asked for the same.

A fresh beer in hand, Chris leaned back into the booth's bench seat. She had been trying not to make it obvious that she was checking out Rachel as they had been waiting to be served, but it was hard. The woman wasn't just good looking, she was strikingly beautiful.

"So, how come you ended up walking into this place? As bad ideas go, it rates pretty highly on the dumb scale."

Rachel contemplated her answer for a while, a slight look of anger in her expression. "I think I got set up. Somebody's idea of a bad joke. I was told by somebody I work with that this was where the after-shoot party was, but I guess not."

"Some friend" commented Chris, "But what do you mean by an after-shoot party?"

"A fashion shoot" clarified Rachel. "We were filming a new urban-chic collection by an up-and-coming designer. The client wanted somewhere "authentic", a little run-down, to contrast with the clothes"

Chris reappraised the woman sitting across from her. "I'm guessing you weren't there just to provide the catering?"

"Um, no. I was one of the "clothe horses"... one of the models." For some reason Rachel seemed a little embarrassed to admit this.

Makes sense thought Chris, she certainly has the looks to be a model. She took another long sip of her beer and as she admired the view in front of her. It made the trouble with Frank almost worth it.

"Um... the guy at the bar, he called you a Dyke." Rachel seemed a little hesitant.

"Yes," replied Chris noncommittally.

"Are you?"

Chris sighed inwardly "Maybe not the word I would choose, but yes."

She knew her cropped hair, work clothes and lack of makeup made her look like a stereotypical Butch, even if she only looked that way because of the work she did, but she was still a little surprised Rachel had asked.

Rachel seemed to contemplate the answer and then seemed to be working up to her next question. Chris wondered which of the standard questions it was going to be; "So, when did you know you were gay?", "What's it like?" or even "I have a friend that is gay. Do you know them?" But when the next question came it wasn't one she had expected.

"So, are you single?"

Chris took a moment to respond, temporarily caught off guard "Currently, yes." Although "currently" was certainly doing some heavy lifting, as she had been single for a few years now.

Rachel seemed to think on Chris's answer, then changed the subject.

"So, what do you do?"

Chris explained about her job in construction and then Rachel tried to explain what being a fashion model entailed. However, the more the two women talked, the more it became obvious that they lived in two completely separate worlds, neither of them having any real understanding about the other's lives. At various times each of them would find themselves surprised at what the other person considered a normal life.

As the conversation went on, Chris found herself becoming more relaxed in Rachel's company. She might not understand much of what Rachel was saying, but she was easy company to be with. The fact that she was also extremely attractive didn't hurt either.

Hmm, attractive? She was undoubtably good looking, but was Chris attracted to her? Ha, who was she kidding? A couple times she had caught her gaze dropping down to Rachel's body, wondering what she looked like beneath her t-shirt? Wondering what she would feel like? Of course she was attracted to her. Who wouldn't be? Still, it was a nice fantasy to have.

Shortly afterwards Rachel caught her off guard with another unexpected question out of left field.

"So, I was wondering... do you live close by?"

Chris's mind started to race with the possibilities that that question might imply. Considering what she had been daydreaming about, she was desperately trying to keep her expectations under control in case she was seriously misreading the situation. However, she couldn't help that her heart was now beating a little faster.

She looked at Rachel more closely. She was usually pretty good at picking up on signals, but she wasn't getting any from the other woman. Rachel was just watching her back, a simple uncomplicated smile on her face.

"Why?" She was stalling, suddenly cautious about misreading the other's intent.

"Well," replied Rachel instantly, "I thought we could go back to your place and maybe relax. Perhaps I would get the chance to thank you properly for what you did earlier... if you wanted?"

Rachel's smile was still open and honest, but there was now also a slight hint at mischievousness in her eyes.

Chris couldn't believe she had missed the signs. Up until this moment she would have put serious money on Rachel being straight.

"So, you're...?" her heart rate was noticeably faster now.

"I'm not keen on labels either, but you would probably call me "Bi", if that was what you were about to ask." Replied Rachel with a smile.

Fuck! Chris knew her luck wouldn't last. Of all the things, a LUG.

Still, she reasoned... a fuck was a fuck and her last fuck had been a long time ago now. Besides, it wasn't as though this was ever going to be more than a one-night thing, the two of them just didn't have anything in common.

Chris drained the rest of her beer in a single long gulp, "Yeah, I've got a place nearby, if you're interested?"

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Rachel, her smile getting warmer by several degrees.

******

Half an hour later Chris let them both into her apartment.

The apartment was on a temporary rent, because Chris tended to be a bit of a nomad, moving to wherever the next contract was. She had been here for the last year and in theory the contract she was working was scheduled to be ongoing for another three years. However, there were still plenty of unopened boxes scattered around the apartment that she hadn't gotten around to opening yet.

The place was kept clean and tidy enough, but it was simply a place where she came to rest and sleep. Even so, she couldn't help but feel that it suddenly felt somewhat drab and dingy now that Rachel was here.

Talking of dingy, Chris realized that she was still wearing her work clothes, was definitely dirty and probably even stank of sweat. She was the sort of person that wouldn't complain about having to wade through a mile of muck on site but insisted on cleanliness at home. Apparently that counted for double when she had guests around (which was practically never). Suddenly had an overwhelming need to get clean before anything serious started.

"You fancy a beer?" she asked Rachel, then got her one when she accepted. "I'll just be a couple minutes; I just need to get clean as I came straight from work."

In the bathroom she took a couple seconds to stare at herself in the mirror and was surprised to realize that she was actually nervous. It had been a while, and she was breaking her draught with someone as good looking as Rachel. However, the thought of what was likely to happen later was also getting her seriously aroused, so she quickly stripped off and got in the shower.

The water was just how she liked it, hot enough to relax tired muscles, but not hot enough to be uncomfortable. She had just began to lather up when she heard the shower door open.

"Room for one more?" The question was innocent enough, but there was nothing innocent about the look Rachel gave her as she stepped into the shower without waiting for an answer.

The sight of Rachel's lithe body had sent Chris's arousal soaring, the woman looked amazing naked. She appeared fragile and delicate but moved with a sensual grace. Acting on instinct, Chris reached out and pulled Rachel in for an embrace before kissing her passionately. Rachel kissed her back eagerly, her mouth open and her tongue inquisitive.

Chris's passion rose quickly as she felt the other woman's soft, slim body press into her own slightly taller and harder body. Chris now had both of Rachel's buttocks clasped in each of her hands as she drew their hips closer together, feeling the pressure on her groin.

Suddenly kissing wasn't enough. The intimate feel of Rachel's slim wet body against hers was intoxicating. Chris usually enjoyed a lot of foreplay when it came to sex, but here, in a confined space, a gorgeous naked woman in her arms as hot water rained down on them both, her emotions were quickly getting away from her. Taking Rachel by the hips, she turned her around and firmly backed her up against the wall of the shower. Rachel's gasp of surprise at being manhandled was quickly cut off by another passionate kiss.

Lowering a hand between Rachel's legs, Chris firmly cupped her perfect mound in her palm. Rachel gasped as Chris increased her pressure and then began firmly massaging her pussy. The gasp was a sign for Chris to switch her kisses to Rachel's neck, her hard passionate kisses as she enjoyed the touch of soft skin beneath her lips, making Rachel gasp again.

For a while Chris enjoyed finding out which combination of kisses and touches would make Rachel gasp the most, but listening to the increased noises of passion coming from Rachel was also sending her own arousal rocketing again. Chris shifted her hand and sent two fingers sliding between Rachel's outer lips to explore the soft flesh beneath. This time the gasp was much more of an "AHH". She briefly wandered how much of the heat and wetness her fingers now felt were Rachel and how much of it was the shower, she lowered her head and capturing one of Rachel's delicious nipples gently between her teeth before sucking it into her mouth.

At some point Rachel's arousal became Chris's. The more Rachel gasped and moaned the more Chris became aroused. Rachel had spread her legs slightly to give Chris better access, and Chris could feel Rachel's body quivering as she quickly rubbed her stiff fingers over the other woman's still hooded clit.

A few more moments of fast rubbing and suddenly Rachel was pulling Chris's head up and away from her perfectly formed breast and gorgeous nipple. Rachel held Chris's face between her hands before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Chris could practically taste the lust on the other woman's breath.

But the kiss was brief. "Finger's... I need your fingers" Rachel implored desperately.

At any other time, seeing and hearing the other woman's desperation might have led Chris to play innocent and ask what she meant, but she was too aroused herself to play games. She knew exactly what Rachel wanted, so lowered her hand still further and pushed two fingers firmly inside of her.

Rachel cried out as Chris's fingers sunk into her up to the second knuckle.

Chris started a steady rhythm, pushing her fingers a little deeper with each stroke until Rachel was practically on tiptoe, her back pressed firmly against the wall.

Rachel now had her arms locked around Chris's neck, her head resting on Chris's shoulder as she gasped and shuddered in time with Chris's thrusts.

Chris was aware that Rachel was quietly repeating something over and over again next to her ear, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." She wasn't sure if the words were an expression of what Rachel was feeling or whether it was an instruction. She chose to take it as an instruction and increased the speed and force of her thrusting fingers.

She was trying to angle her fingers to hit the front wall of Rachel's vagina with each thrust, but the position and height difference between them was making it difficult. However, Rachel seemed way past the point of critiquing her technique if the way she was clinging desperately to Chris was anything to go by.

Even before Rachel started crying out, Chris could tell that she was about to come by the tightening grip Rachel had on Chris's neck.

Chris kept stroking hard all through Rachel's orgasm, enjoying the way the other woman's muscles pulsed around her fingers, even as Rachel's body shook uncontrollably against her.

Eventually Rachel's trembling subsided, although she kept her head resting on Chris's shoulder for a little while longer. Eventually when Rachel lifted her head and gazed at Chris, she had a happy but slightly guilty expression on her face. "I thought I was the one meant to be thanking you" she quipped, before kissing Chris lightly on the lips.

"What can I say," responded Chris, "a beautiful naked woman gets into my shower, nature tends to take its course." She kissed Rachel back just as playfully.

"Ok" responded Rachel, between deep breaths, "but let's get finished up here quickly, and then I get to thank you properly."

"Deal" responded Chris, taking the opportunity to Kiss Rachel again.

A few minutes later, clean and dried off, Chris walked towards her bed where Rachel was already naked and waiting, the mischievous grin back on her face.

Fuck, she was gorgeous thought Chris, not for the first time.

She got on the bed and kissed Rachel again. It wasn't just the other woman's grin that was infectious, her kisses were as well.

"On your back" instructed Rachel as the long kiss finally came to an end.

Chris let herself be turned until she was lying on her back, at which point Rachel climbed on top and straddled her hips. "My turn" she exclaimed with a look that made Chris's stomach flutter with anticipation.

Rachel started slowly with soft kisses up and down each side of Chris's neck. Soft kisses soon began to cover Chris's face and when one kiss landed on her lips she reached up in an attempt to draw Rachel closer, except Rachel had other ideas. Rachel gently pushed Chris's hands back to the bed before resuming her kissing exploration of the other woman's face and neck. Chris had to resist the urge to reach up again, as it was clear Rachel wanted take control. However, it was hard to remain passive when somebody like Rachel was playing havoc with your sensations.

Rachel's kisses had worked their way down to Chris's shoulders and collar bones, the soft caress of lips making Chris more aware of her own body's sensations than her own touch could. She was on the verge of purring with contentment.

Chris felt a slight tightening of anticipation in her groin as one of Rachel's hands slowly wandered down over her hip and thigh. Her mind had just began to concentrate on the feel of the hand on her leg when her focus was pulled back to her chest where Rachel had started trailing kisses down the valley between her breasts.

Rachel unhurriedly changed her position so that she was now lying between Chris's spread legs, her stomach pressed into against Chris's pussy, even as her hands were now each gently holding one of Chris's breasts, not squeezing, just holding.

Chris let out a low hum of contentment as Rachel first started kissing the inner slope of one breast before then switching to the other. The kisses seemed to be trying to cover every single inch of Chris's breasts and she was very aware of every single kiss. She watched as Rachel's mouth would start circling in towards one nipple, the nipple practically tingling with anticipation, before she pulled her head away and then started circling her kisses in towards Chris's other nipple.

Twice more Rachel would get close to a nipple before then switching sides. She paused and briefly looked up at Chris, the happy and mischievous look back on her face, it was the sort of look that made Chris's inside melt. Another long drawn out sigh escaped Chris as Rachel once more lowered her head, except this time she was using her stiff tongue to trace circles around one of Chris's very erect nipples, the tongue never losing contact with the sides of her sensitive nub.

The tongue continued to circle until Chris was biting her lower lip at how sensitive her nipple had become, she couldn't ever remember them being so sensitive before. Then a gasp escaped between her teeth as without warning Rachel sucked Chris's nipple into her mouth, the suction was hard, the sensation was incredible.

Then Rachel swapped and began circling Chris's other nipple. Already Chris's body had begun building anticipating of the coming sensations, but still she gasped when Rachel eventually sucked hard as she took her other nipple into her mouth.

Rachel's touches were unhurried as she slowly switched her attention between Chris's needful breasts and nipples. For Chris the sensation was mixed, whilst she felt more relaxed than she could ever remember being, there was a tightness in her chest as her breathing became more labored, each kiss and gentle tug on her nipples seemed to make her chest feel tighter but at the same time her stomach fluttered with weakness.

She gave a sigh as she felt Rachel's mouth start leaving soft wet kisses trailing down her torso as she made her journey south.

Now comfortably snuggled between Chris's spread legs, Rachel looked up and gave Chris One of her trademark mischievous grins, before lowering her head once more.

The feel of Rachel's tongue soon had Chris arching her back and tilting her pelvis upward in offering to the goddess between her legs.

Normally it took a combination of mouth and fingers to get Chris off, but other than using her fingers to open Chris' lips wide, Rachel was about to bring her to orgasm through just the use of her tongue.

She remembered wondering how experienced a bi like Rachel could be at knowing how to please women, but fuck was she good. She either had more practice than Chris would have guessed, or else she was a prodigy with her tongue. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Fuckkkk!!!

Her orgasm gripped Chris and squeezed hard. Every muscle in her body felt as though it was tensing at the same time as a white-hot bolt of pleasure shot from her pussy to her brain.

For a moment Chris's world became scarlet with sexual bliss.

The next thing she became aware of was of being kissed over and over again as Rachel was now back lying on top of her. She felt the wetness of Rachel's kisses and could taste herself on the other woman's lips and tongue, the sensation giving her another kick of arousal as she took Rachel in her arms and did her best to match passion with passion.

******

It turned into a long night of vigorous and extremely passionate sex as Chris found that Rachel was all but insatiable in bed. The other woman was untiring, her sense of fun and enjoyment when it came to sex was infectious and spurred Chris to try and match her kiss for kiss and lick for lick.

But eventually their exertions took its toll.

Chris was lying on her back, she was half asleep, quickly heading to full sleep, when she was surprised as Rachel curled up beside her and draped an arm over Chris' waist as she used one of Chris's breasts as a pillow. Almost immediately Chris could hear and feel Rachel's breathing become slower and shallower. Chris awkwardly draped an arm of the other woman's warm bare back. It felt strange. Chris was so used to sleeping alone, although she found that having another person sleeping this close to her was very... nice.

She still had a faint smile on her face when sleep came for her too.

******

Chris woke up gradually the next morning, the bright sunlight in her eyes letting her know that she had slept far longer than she normally did.

Her first clear thought was of the night before and the fantastic sex they had had. Then she became aware that Rachel's arm was draped over her, her hand casually cupping one of Chris's breasts. She must have rolled over sometime in the night and Rachel had taken the opportunity to snuggle up behind her.

Suddenly Chris felt a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"Morning sleepy head." Rachel punctuated her greeting with a playful squeeze of Chris's breast.

"Morning gorgeous" responded Chris, rolling over to face the other woman, she was still a little groggy with sleep.

"Look, I hate to be that person, especially with how good last night was," began Rachel, looking a bit embarrassed, "but I've really got to run. I've got to get home and get ready for a job this afternoon."

"This afternoon? But it's Saturday?"

"I know, but there aren't really any fixed schedules in my line of work. You work when its available." replied Rachel a little apologetically.

Well, it was good whilst it lasted, thought Chris. The sex might have been fantastic, but the princess was now awake and had just realized she had been slumming it.

"Are you sure you can't stay for breakfast?" Chris was disappointed but was trying not to show it.

"Sorry, I really am running late", Rachel was already half out of the bed but quickly turned back and gave Chris a quick kiss before fully getting out of bed and began searching for her clothes.

Chris just lay back and watched as bit by bit Rachel found her clothes and got dressed, it was like a reverse strip-tease, but still very pleasant to watch. She fought down her disappointment. Last night had been good... no... it had been fantastic, she still had a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach just remembering how good it had been. But no point in spoiling the memory with unrealistic expectations.

As Rachel began fastening the strap on her second shoe, Chris finally got out of bed and threw on a t-shirt. She didn't bother putting anything else on, as despite oversleeping, she felt like having her first coffee of the day back in bed after she had seen Rachel off.

As they were heading to the front door of the apartment, Rachel seemed to remember something.

"Oh, we should swap numbers."

Chris tried to brush it off, it was obvious Rachel couldn't wait to get out of here and she had no illusions about the chances of seeing her again. But Rachel insisted.

Having swapped numbers, Chris showed Rachel to the door.

Rachel turned in the open doorway, with her shoes on, she was now the same height as Chris was in her bare feet. "I really did have a great time last night. Thank you" then she leaned in and gave Chris a long drawn-out kiss. The kiss was so passionate that Chris was sure she felt her pussy, still naked beneath the long t-shirt actually twitch in response.

A smile and a wave and Rachel was gone.

Well, its not everyday you get to fuck a supermodel, thought Chris ruefully. She wasn't entirely sure what made a model "super", but the sex had definitely been super.

She closed the apartment door and went off to make herself a much needed coffee.

********

Week One - The Second Date

For the first few days after meeting Rachel, Chris was walking on air. She tried to temper her emotions, there wasn't going to be a second date, this had been a one off, just a chance encounter.

But she couldn't help herself. Everything just seemed better. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, people seemed friendlier, and generally she felt good. Even that asshole Frank Barr had gotten himself reassigned to a different construction site when he had mouthed-off to the foreman, that really had been a good day.

However, by mid-week the self-questioning had begun to creep in.

What if it didn't need to be a one-night stand?

She was being stupid. Of course it was a one-off. Women like Rachel didn't date women like her. It had just been a way of saying thanks you for helping her out of a jam. Sure, she would have been happy if Rachel hadn't gone any further than buying her a beer, but she also wasn't principled enough to turn down sex when it was offered.

Besides, Rachel had made it very clear, she was bi, not lesbian, so there was probably no real future in it anyway.

But say she did, against all odds, talk Rachel into a second date. What then? Chris would be even more smitten than she was now and the fall back to reality would then be even harder.

Still... the thought persisted.

********

By Thursday Chris had made up her mind to call Rachel, assuming Rachel had even given her a real number of course. But at the last minute had discovered she didn't quite have the courage.

It was late Friday afternoon when she finally found the courage to call.

The first surprise was that it was a real number. The second surprise was when Rachel answered.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi Rachel, it's me... Chris. We, ah, met last week in a bar at Midtown." If she stood a chance at pulling this off, it wouldn't be through her sparkling conversational skills.

"Oh, hi Chris. I was hoping you would call."

Chris's heart soared at the sound of excitement she thought (hoped) she heard in Rachel's voice.

"I just wanted to let you know I had a great time last Friday."

"Yes, it was fun." There was definitely a cute giggling to Rachel's voice that made Chris's stomach flutter.

"So, I was wondering... if you were doing anything tonight? Maybe we could meet up again?" Chris held her breath as she waited on the reply.

"Oh." That didn't sound good. "I'm sorry, I can't make it tonight. I've arranged to see somebody else."

"Ah." Chris felt crushed. Of course Rachel would have moved on from their one night fling. Who had she been kidding.

Chris was so caught up in her self-pity that she almost missed what Rachel said next.

"But I'm free tomorrow afternoon if you want to meet up then?"

"Um, yeah, sure, that would be great."

"Great!" To Chris's surprise, Rachel genially seemed excited at meeting up again. "Do you know the little café on Fifth and Lexington? We could meet there, about two'ish?"

"Yeah, sure that would be perfect."

"Brilliant. I'm afraid I've got to run, they are calling for rehearsal. See you there. Bye."

"Bye." replied Chris, just a little stunned at how quickly her disappointment had been turned on its head.

For the rest of the day Chris was back to walking on air. There was a spring to her step and at one point she even caught herself embarrassing humming the chorus of "My girl."

********

Chris was at the café ten minutes before the agreed time and managed to find a spare table outside in the sunshine where she could watch people coming and going.

She was wearing her best jeans and flannel shirt. Although she would be the first to admit that it wasn't the most feminine top, it was still the most feminine top she owned. Like many things, she didn't see the point in wasting money on clothes she would rarely wear. Still, the shirt was pink, or at least a well-faded red, so it was a little feminine.

As Chris waited for Rachel to arrive, each passing minute felt like an hour. In her nervousness she had to resist the temptation to keep checking the time on her phone, but the longer she waited, the more nervous she became. But the problem wasn't so much the thought of Rachel not coming, it was the thought about what they would talk about if she did. The thought kept coming back to her that apart from that one night they had shared together, she couldn't think of a single thing they had in common.

Just as she was beginning to think this was a bad idea, she was jerked from her thoughts by a cheery voice, "Hello Chris."

She looked up to see Rachel approaching. Even in just a plain skirt and a light blouse this woman's beauty made her stand out in a crowded street.

"I'm just going to order myself an orange juice before I sit down, can I get you anything?" Rachel's voice was light and carefree and seemed to have none of the tension that was currently filling Chris.

"Um, I'll have the same please."

As Rachel made her way into the café, Chris watched and admired the way Rachel's short skirt swished around the back of her perfectly toned thighs with every step. She told herself to be calm and play it cool... but damn... those legs.

Chris wondered, not for the first time, what she was getting herself into. She tried to tell herself that things would be OK as long as she just tried keeping things casual without getting too involved. But she also knew that despite her tough no-nonsense appearance and the gruff front she put on, underneath she was a hopeless romantic, forever doomed to be hopeful and nearly always destined to be disappointed.

When Rachel got back with the drinks, they began chatting. It was a little awkward at first, but Chris was surprised at how easy it soon became. In fact, the thing that made the conversation flow so well was the thing that Chris had worried would be the biggest problem - the fact that they had nothing in common. Each asked about the other's work and each was fascinated with how different the experience was from their own. Rachel was amazed to find that Chris not only knew how to operate a backhoe excavator, but it was also part of her job to teach men how to do it. Likewise, Chris had never considered that there was more than one way to walk in high heels (not that she had ever worn them), and models even had to learn and practice how specific designers wanted them to walk and move.

Chris found herself forgetting her nerves as she laughed at the stories Rachel told about the many mishaps she had encountered in the modelling industry and how she had learnt the hard way to keep her opinion to herself about some of the more outlandish clothes she had been asked to model. But then in a lull between stories, Rachel became a little more serious.

"Last week, when we met in the bar..."

"Yes?"

"When I said I was bi, you made a face."

"Did I?"

"Yes."

Chris remembered full well what she had been thinking at the time, but given how well things were currently going, she was reluctant to admit it.

"It was probably nothing."

"Yes it was. Fess up, what were you thinking when I told you?"

Chris could tell by Rachel's expression that she wasn't going to be put off by a non-answer. Worse, the expression seemed to indicate that she either knew what Chris had been thinking or at least suspected it. So, not being truthful was probably not an option either.

"Look, I've got nothing against bisexual women" Oh, that sounded bad, even to her. "I've even been in relationships with a couple in the past, but neither time ended well." She paused, trying to gauge Rachel's reaction, but she found the other woman's face to be unreadable. At least there wasn't any obvious signs of anger. "Let's just say, that as a woman, it doesn't feel too good when your ex leaves you for a man. When it happens once, it's just one of those things. But when it happens a second time, well, you seriously begin to doubt yourself and become cautious about letting it happen again."

Rachel was silent for a moment whilst she contemplated what Chris had just told her. But then a hint of a smile began to appear.

"But you still took me home that night. Why?"

"Well..." Chris couldn't think of how to end that sentence without making herself sound like she was only interested in Rachel for the sex, which of course she definitely was.

Seeing Chris's awkwardness, Rachel's smile became wider and she gave a chuckle, "It's OK. I was feeling pretty horny myself that night and you looked like you might be a good fuck. Which you were by the way, in case you were wondering."

Even though she was very accustomed to that sort of language, it was still a little disconcerting for someone as sweet and innocent looking as Rachel to be so casually talking about "fucking". But then she remembered how insatiable and demanding Rachel had been later that first night and had to remind herself that Rachel only "looked" sweet and innocent.

"To be honest," began Rachel, with the sort of mischievous grin that made Chris's pussy flutter, "I'm feeling pretty horny now. What say we finish up here and head back to your place?"

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As soon as they were through Chris's apartment's front door, Rachel grabbed her by the hand and practically dragged Chris off to the bedroom.

The sex was even more frenetic and passionate than it had been the week before and Chris had to push herself to try and keep up with the sexual dynamo that was Rachel.

Eventually, much later that night, the two exhausted women finally lapsed into just holding each other and occasionally kissing. The warm after-sex glow and the soft caresses made Chris feel like everything was absolutely perfect in the world, and when Rachel rolled over to go to sleep, Chris cuddled into the back of her, just enjoying the simple pleasure of feeling of a soft warm body next to hers.

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The next day Chris was rewarded with the slow, soft, gentle early morning sex that she had missed out on the week before. In her opinion, despite how great last night's sex had been, and it had been truly epic, there was just no beating early morning slow and gentle sex.

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Month One - A Fledgling Relationship

Despite Chris's dueling desires of wanting to see more of Rachel, yet not wanting to get too serious too fast, by the end of the first month the two women had been seeing a lot more of each other, with Rachel staying over at least a couple times a week.

It was on a Friday afternoon, just after Chris's normal knocking off time when she got a call from Rachel.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over to mine tonight?"

"Tempting, but I've had a crap day today and I'm really sore and stiff. Thought I might have an early night."

The engineer on the scheme had changed his mind on the reinforcement needed for the next floor-slab pour, which needed all the steel bars to be swapped out for ones of a different size. Worse, the concrete was due to be delivered first thing the next morning. The work to change out the reinforcement was hard and backbreaking, as well as being against the clock, which had left Chris feeling completely wiped out. Still, up until this point Rachel had always come over to her place, so the chance to see where Rachel lived really was tempting.

"If you come over, I'll help you relax with a whole-body massage, it'll be fun." Rachel always seemed to know just what to say when she wanted to talk Chris into something.

Who knows, it might actually be relaxing, thought Chris to herself, although it probably wouldn't end up that way if Rachel got her way, she thought with a grin.

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An hour and a half later, showered and a change of clothes, Chris rang the door chime of Rachel's apartment.

The taxi ride over had been uneventful, although the further she had travelled up-town, the more she had begun to wonder just how far out of her league Rachel actually was.

She was suddenly jerked from her wondering when the apartment door was flung open and she was nearly knocked over by an excited bundle of energy. The bundle of energy that was Rachel, hugged her briefly, kissed her even faster, then quickly dragged her inside.

Chris was deposited into a very modern, yet very comfortable armchair. She just had time to take in just how different Rachel's apartment was than her own, when Rachel straddled her lap and gave her a much longer and much more passionate hello kiss.

Coming up for breath, "Well, hello to you too." managed Chris, a little breathlessly. Rachel looked magnificent in short shorts and a tight t-shirt. She was clearly not wearing a bra, so Chris's eyes took in the sight in front of her, even as her hands took in the feel of the tight bum on her lap.

"Sorry, I was just so excited for you to come over tonight" replied Rachel with a cute grin.

Chris took the pause to take a better look around the apartment. "I'm guessing models make quite a bit more than I thought" she opinioned, taking in the tasteful and obviously expensive furnishings.

Rachel didn't seem to be overly bothered by the comment, "Some make a good living, but most don't. For me, modelling is just a temporary thing. I probably have a few more years left in me, but then I'll need to get a proper career."

Chris was amazed that Rachel thought that she had only got a couple years left in the modelling industry. She looked perfect as far as Chris was concerned.

"Any idea what a "proper" career might be?" asked Chris for the sake of conversation.

"Probably join the family law firm" replied Rachel in an offhand manner, "I was headhunted by a modelling agency just after I had passed my law degree. So, I'll still have to take the bar exam before I can use the title "Lawyer"".

Chris was stunned. She had known that Rachel was smart, much smarter than her, but she hadn't suspected that she was most of the way to being a lawyer. It would be another couple months before Chris would find out that the "family law firm" was actually one of the biggest law firms in the southwest and had offices in four states.

"So..." began Rachel.

Immediately by the tone of that one word, Chris could tell Rachel was up to something, or at least she was about to try and talk Chris into something that she wasn't sure Chris would like.

"... I was wondering. Before we get down to the massage, how do you feel about me trimming that overgrown bush of yours?"

Despite herself, Chris laughed at how serious Rachel was trying to look. Rachel had dropped a couple hints over the last few weeks about Chris having a bit of a tidy up "down there", but Chris hadn't seen it as overly important. It wasn't as though she was overly attached to being au-natural, she just hadn't seen it as being important. But apparently Rachel had now moved past the hinting stage.

"So, what's in it for me if I say yes?" she asked casually as she let her hands slowly wander up Rachel's back under her t-shirt. She knew she was going to say "Yes" but was just interested in how much of a concession she could bargain out of Rachel first.

"Well, for a start, I promise to go down on you afterwards"

Chris laughed, "That's not much of a deal, you would want to go down on me even if I said No."

"True" responded Rachel, "Why would I deprive myself of such a delicious pussy? OK, so what if I let you take me roughly?"

The laughter came easy to Chris. "Again, that would be for your benefit."

In the preceding weeks, they had discovered that the differences in their sexual tastes was just one more thing that made them a perfect match. Chris liked slow, gentle relaxing sex, and Rachel was extremely good at giving her what she needed. For her part, even though she definitely wasn't into any of the hurting stuff, Rachel got a big turn on from the illusion of rough sex and got extremely turned on when Chris used her superior physical strength to dominate her.

Rachel was pretending to pout, although there was mischief in her eyes. "So what do you want?"

Chris was suddenly finding it increasingly difficult to think as Rachel had begun to ever so slowly grind against her lap.

"Well, if you let me ride your face later, I'd probably say Yes." She knew Rachel would enjoy the sensation of being trapped beneath her, so it wasn't the most onerous thing she could ask for, but the thought of seeing Rachel's beautiful face trapped between her legs was already sending currents of arousal straight down to her pussy.

"Deal!" agreed Rachel before Chris had chance to change her mind.

Instantly she was off of Chris's lap and dragging her by the hand to her bedroom.

Chris had just enough time to notice how tastefully feminine Rachel's bedroom was, before she noticed that the bed was already covered in spread out towels and the bedstand nearby held various items, including an electric trimmer, a razor and a bowl of water. Obviously Rachel had been confident that Chris would agree to her request.

"Right, strip and get on the bed" instructed Rachel, still obviously very excited.

Chris did as she was told and then lay in the center of the bed on the towels.

"Spread your legs." Rachel was all business now.

With good humor, and just a little trepidation, Chris did as she was told, and Rachel came and knelt between her legs.

Rachel reached over and picked up the trimmer. There was a loud buzzing as the trimmer came to life and Rachel bent to her task.

Chris could feel the vibrations from the trimmer radiating through her mound and although the sensation was pleasant, it wasn't sensual. Instead, she was fascinated to watch the look of extreme concentration that was now etched across Rachel's face as the other woman diligently went about her task.

After a couple minutes with the trimmer, Rachel shut it off and put it to one side. Next, she reached into the bowl and lifted out a damp flannel. Ringing most of the wetness from the flannel, Rachel then began to wash the area between Chris's legs. This time the sensation definitely was sensual, the water was just on the hotter side of warm and the touch was soft. Rachel wetted the flannel again and repeated the process a couple more times until Chris's remaining pubic hair was thoroughly soaked. Next came some shaving foam, which was quite cold in contrast, although the slippery sensation of it was quite nice.

"Now, keep very still for this next part" warned Rachel as she picked up the razor.

If Rachel had looked as though she was concentrating before, she now looked as though she was attempting brain surgery whilst reading instructions from a manual. A little concentration crease had formed in the center of her forehead, which at any other time Chris would have found extremely cute, except, at the moment Chris had far more important things on her mind, specifically not disturbing Rachel in case the other woman slipped.

With a satisfied sigh, Rachel finally knelt back up. A final wipe down with the flannel and she was finished.

"Fantastic! What do you think?" she asked Chris excitedly.

Chris propped herself up on her elbows and looked down between her legs. She was surprised at just how much pubic hair now lay discarded on the towel, there was mountains of the stuff. However, what was left was stunning. She still had a nice neat covering of hair, but now it somehow seemed to compliment her pussy rather than hide it.

"It's great!" she said, and really meant it.

Rachel was thrilled with the compliment. "I was tempted to trim it in the shape of a heart, but as this was my first time trimming another woman's pussy I thought I had better keep it simple." Chris was extremely glad that Rachel had resisted the urge to go with a heart shape, as she wasn't sure she was quite ready for that just yet.

"Right, lift your bum" Rachel was back to giving orders again.

Bum lifted, Rachel removed the hair covered towel that had been under Chris's waist, revealing a clean towel underneath.

Folding the towel carefully and putting it to one side, Rachel then instructed Chris to turn onto her front.

Chris did as she was told and a little while later felt Rachel straddle her bare bum.

As Chris lay on her front, her arms down by her sides, Chris smelt a distinct citrusy smell, followed by the sound of hands being rubbed together. The next thing she felt was the slick touch of hands as Rachel began to massage her back.

She had never had a proper massage before, so the touch of oil slick hands gliding over her back was initially quite strange, but then she relaxed as she discovered just how good it felt. The hands were firm and probing as they pushed against the tight muscles in her upper back and shoulders, yet the touch was almost frictionless as the hands slid across her skin.

Soon Chris was almost purring as she felt her tired muscles reluctantly give up their stiffness, Rachel's firm hands melting the soreness as they caressed and flowed over her tired body.

Chris hadn't realized how stiff and sore her neck was until those wonderful hands began to slowly and inevitably ease the tension. Her arms were next, followed by her lower back and sides.

She felt Rachel shift position until she was kneeling between Chris's slightly separated legs.

There was another hint of the citrus smell, followed again by the sound of hands rubbing together, then the freshly slicked hands began to massage her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Initially the firm probing was a little uncomfortable, proof of just how tight the muscles were, but the longer the hands worked, the more relaxed the muscles became until they were like butter under Rachel's touch.

The hands moved down to Chris's calves, which were also tight, although not as tight as her thighs had been.

When it became clear that Rachel had finished massaging her back, Chris expected to be invited to roll over, instead Rachel asked her to spread her legs a little further.

Chris did as she was asked, but then gave a sharp gasp as she felt, what she hoped, was massage oil being trickled down between her bum cheeks.

She could distinctly feel the slightly cold liquid slowly oozing its way down between her checks, over her very sensitive anus and then proceed on to her pussy.

Then shockingly a warm hand was over her pussy, gathering up the oil and then smearing it back up over her anus and into the crack of her bum again. The other hand joined the first and began spreading the slick oil over and between her bum cheeks, around her anus, pausing just long enough for a solitary finger to make sure her opening was well covered in oil, before then coating both the inside and outside of her labia.

Up until now the massage had been non-sensual, but suddenly Chris was feeling quite hot due to the intimate massage between her legs. She could feel just how firm the touch was, especially when a finger or two casually coasted over the opening of her anus, but at the same time, what would normally have been highly arousing was now slightly muted due to how frictionless the touch was. However, the touch wasn't un-arousing, far from it, just the thought of what was happening between her legs was highly arousing, it was just the physical touch was slightly muted.

It was a slow build-up, but her arousal was building. Even though the movements of the hands seemed casual, the intimacy of the touch soon had Chris breathing deeply. So, she felt a degree of disappointment when Rachel at last told her to roll over onto her back.

On her back, she watched Rachel as she stood and walked around so that she could kneel behind Chris's head.

"So, are you enjoying it so far?" Chris couldn't see her face at the moment, but she could clearly hear the smile in Rachel's voice.

"Fantastic" was all she could think to say.

"Great. Now close your eyes for me."

With her eyes closed, Chris followed the path of Rachel's hands with her sense of touch as the hands eased the tension in the front, then tops of her shoulders before sweeping up to the sides of her neck.

Once the tension in her neck had been dispelled, the slick hands slid back down her shoulders to both her upper arms at the same time.

Chris was still more than a little horny after what Rachel had previously been doing between her legs, but at the same time she couldn't deny just how good the release of tension in her tired muscles felt.

There was a pause, then Chris flinched slightly as she felt cold oil being dripped first over one of her breasts, then the other.

Chris sighed deeply as Rachel's hands began to spread the oil over her breasts and upper torso. The hand moved with a casualness that belied just how stimulating the sensation was for Chris. Even when the slick hands passed directly over her nipples, the slickness of the hands meant it wasn't over stimulating, instead the firmness of the touch added a whole new dimension to Chris's arousal that she hadn't experienced before.

Chris could have happily endured what Rachel was currently doing to her all day. Despite the intimacy of the touch, the stimulation wasn't going to be enough to bring Chris close to orgasm, which wasn't currently a concern for her, as the overall sensation still felt amazing.

With her eyes still shut, Chris felt the bed shift as Rachel got up and slowly went and knelt between Chris's eagerly spread legs.

Although the next part of the massage focused on Chris's lower torso, hips and legs, every touch increased Chris's anticipation and arousal.

This time when she felt the oil being dripped onto her needy pussy, she neither flinched nor gasped, instead she purred at the thought of what was about to happen.

But she did gasp when Rachel's hands began to spread the beautiful slickness between her legs. Rache's touch was a lot firmer than it had been before... and it felt absolutely fantastic.

First the hands pushed down either side of her outer labia, then over them, back and forth, the pressure tugging deliciously on her lips with the firmness of the touch. Then shockingly one hand firmly caressed down between her lips, over her clit and down to her opening, a single finger circled her entrance before the hand journeyed beck the way it had come.

Again, the hand descended between her lips, the inquisitive finger probing a little deeper inside of her this time before the hand again retreated. When Rachel did it a third time, Chris couldn't help but to let out a deep sigh of desire.

The sigh appeared to be a sign for Rachel, who now changed her position once more until she was again straddling Chris's hips, this time facing Chris's pussy.

When the caressing commenced again, there wasn't anything casual about it. One hand began to firmly rub across the shaft of Chris's clit whilst the other hand slowly began to sink a finger into her.

Normally having her clit rubbed this roughly and this firmly would have been uncomfortable, but instead the slickness of the oil had Chris gasping with how sensual and deep the feeling was.

Eventually the probing finger was fully inside of her and began to ever so slowly stroke in and out, whilst at the same time the rubbing of her clit became harder and faster.

The dual stimulation was soon driving Chris to distraction. She was panting hard at the sensations flooding her pussy, the hard pressure on her clit sending the sensations deeper into her than she had ever experienced.

Chris knew she was about to cum long before her orgasm arrived. She was panting and her body had begun to fidget at how slow her orgasm was taking to arrive, but the slickness of Rachel's hands and fingers meant that release always seemed on the verge of arriving, although the pleasure kept building.

In the end the transition from being on the verge, to being in the midst of her orgasm seemed to be inseparable. Chris went from being delirious with anticipation, to her whole body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm bowled through her.

Even in the midst of her orgasm, she was vaguely aware that Rachel had kept up her intimate massage, only her touch was now far softer as she let Chris's pleasure take its course through her.

Heaving heavily, Chris fluttered open her eyes to see the woman who had given her so much pleasure.

"No. Keep your eyes closed. We haven't finished yet." She was told.

Chris didn't have the energy to refuse, so she closed her eyes and continued to feel how Rachel's hands were now gently caressing her inner thighs and the sides of her mons.

Chris lay back and enjoyed the way the soft caresses were transitioning her from the feelings of intense orgasm to blissful relaxation.

There was a brief pause in the caressing.

Then Chris felt the familiar sensation of oil slowly being dripped over her pussy again. Oh god... part of her welcomed more of the intimate massage, but another part wasn't sure she could take any more, her heart was still beating fast in her chest.

Chris almost whimpered as both of Rachel's hands spread the oil down either side of her mons and proceeding down to caress her anus once more.

Back and forth the hands spread the oil until Rachel spread Chris's lips and began to caress and oil the inside of her lips. The sensation of Chris's clit being squeezed between both the caressing hands soon had her groaning again. The caressing seemed to go on and on as Rachel's hands began to raise Chris's desire once more.

Another pause, another adjustment, and Chris could feel something pressing against her entrance. At first she was puzzled by the sensation, even though it felt great. It felt too thick to be fingers, even two together, until she realized that Rachel must have crossed her first two fingers and what she was feeling was the twin fingers being pushed into her. Rachel twisted her hand as she firmly pushed the slick spiraled fingers in. Chris groaned long and deep, she could intimately feel every bump and raised knuckle as the fingers were twisted inside of her.

Once the fingers were fully inside of her, Rachel just as firmly pulled them out, then Chris's breath was almost knocked out of her due to the intensity of the sensation as Rachel pushed her fingers back in hard and fast.

Rachel started her stroking fast, but then slowly got faster as she built up an unrelenting pace.

Chris was already gripping the bedclothes in her bunched fists, her eyes and teeth clamped together hard as the intensity of her pleasure skyrocketed. She cried out as a slick finger began circling her exposed clit, the touch was gentle, but on top of the fast thrusting fingers, the sensation was exquisite.

The thrusting and caressing seemed to go on and on as Chris lost any sense of time or place. All she knew was all consuming pleasure.

Time and again she thought she had reached the level where she couldn't take any more... except Rachel still had more to give and Chris's body greedily accepted it.

This time when her orgasm hit, it wasn't a subtle transition from one state of pleasure to another, this was a real kick you in your pussy and explode your clit type of orgasm. She was vaguely aware of crying out and her back arching off the bed, although she seemed remote from the physical effects of the orgasm as her mind was temporarily consumed with more crushing pleasure than she had ever experienced before.

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"Are you OK?"

Chris was vaguely aware of both humor and just a little concern in Rachel's voice.

She turned to the sound of the voice and found Rachel lying beside her propped up on one elbow.

"Fine, fine. I'm fine." She finally managed. Her heart still beating so fast that it almost hurt.

"That was pretty intense" Rachel seemed impressed.

"No fucking kidding." Chris chuckled weakly.

Chris was still shaking slightly, so she reached out and hugged Rachel until her shaking subsided.

Finally, feeling a little more in control of herself, Chris eased away from Rachel, just enough so she could gaze at her lover's eyes. Rachel's eyes were shiny with lust, it was obvious how much Chris' pleasure had turned her on. A quick look down and the sight of Rachel's nipples pushing against her tight t-shirt made it obvious just how aroused the other woman was.

"I feel that I need to show you just how appreciate of you I am", Chris purred in her best imitation of a sultry voice.

"What did you have in mind?" replied Rachel with equal measure of amusement and excitement.

Despite her tiredness, Chris reached for Rachel and easily turned her on her back. Smiling wickedly, she reached down and began to slowly undo Rachel's shorts, all the while keeping eye contact with her. The shorts unbuttoned, she suddenly and roughly yanked down on the shorts, knowing that the sudden roughness would only excite Rachel more. Rachel yelped in surprise, but her grin only became wider. After the shorts came Rachel's panties, which were removed just as roughly.

Chris now lay on top of Rachel and leant forward to kiss her, the kiss much more gentle than the removal of Rachel's shorts had been. As they kissed, Chris reached down and took ahold of the bottom of Rachel's t-shirt and began to pull it up her body. With a bit of squirming, she managed to get the t-shirt so that it was bunched up under Rachel's arms.

"Raise your arms" she whispered sensually into Rachel's ear, taking the chance for a quick earlobe nibble whilst she was there.

Rachel did as she was asked and Chris began to pull the t-shirt up over Rachel's head... except, once Rachel's arms were fully trapped within the upturned t-shirt and her head still completely covered by it, Chris suddenly pinned both of Rachel's arms to the bed with one of her own.

Rachel let out a yelp of surprise and briefly gave a token struggle until she realized that she was no match for Chris's superior strength, especially when Chris was lying on top of her.

Rachel struggled some more, so Chris lowered her mouth to where she guessed Rachel's ear was beneath the t-shirt and whispered a single word, "Payback."

Chris sent her right hand down between Rachel's legs. She hadn't had the time to find the massage oil, but she also had a suspicion that she probably wouldn't need it. Sure enough, when her fingers slid between Rachel's labia, she found the other woman incredibly hot and wet. She ignored the soft muffled moan coming from Rachel as she sent two fingers probing into her hot center. She really was incredibly hot with arousal. She stroked her fingers in and out of Rachel a couple times, just to make sure they were completely slick with Rachel's juices, before removing them and shifting here attention to Rachel's clit.

Just as she started strumming Rachel's clit hard and fast (but not too hard), she lowered her head and began to use her teeth to gently nibble on the other woman's absolutely gorgeous nipples.

Already being extremely aroused, the combination of hard fingers and sharp teeth meant that Rachel didn't last long before she was bucking and screaming with her own orgasm.

Just for the fun of it, Chris left Rachel's arms and head trapped in her t-shirt so she had to experience her orgasm in trapped darkness, only removing it when the worst of Rachel's shudders had eased.

Upon being freed, Rachel immediately clung to Chris and painted her face with wet desperate kisses.

They may only have known each other for a month, but already they had learnt how to give each other exactly what they needed, at least in the bedroom.

Finally, "Care to show me where your bathroom is? I'd like to claim my reward, but want to get rid of this oily covering first."

"Reward?" asked Rachel, still a little groggy from the intensity of her recent orgasm.

"Yes, you agreed that I could ride your face if I let you trim my bush."

Suddenly Rachel was excited again and already moving to get out of bed.

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Chris admired Rachel's shower. It was massive and far better suited for wet soapy sex than her shower, it even had a seat built into one wall.

Chris imagined all the sexual possibilities such a seat afforded, sitting, or a propping up a leg, even somewhere to rest your hands if the other person was bending you over. However tempting shower sex was, she didn't want to get sidetracked. Rachel's last orgasm was just an appetizer, after the intense and prolonged pleasure of that erotic massage, she really wanted to show Rachel how grateful she was... but only after she had first collected her reward of course.

********

Much later that night, Chris was cuddled in behind Rachel, her free arm draped over Rachel's chest as the sleeping woman cuddled it to her breast like a comfort toy.

Chris smiled indulgently at the thought of Rachel sleeping in her arms. She had incredible stamina when it came to sex, but when Rachel's stamina finally gave out, she would soon be fast asleep.

It had become their habit for them to go to sleep with Chris cuddled into the back of Rachel. On a couple occasions, as Rachel was dozing off, she had sleepily referred to Chris as her "safe pair of strong arms." Chris didn't know what that meant, but she was already positive she would do anything in her power to keep Rachel safe from whatever threatened her.

She sighed. There was no denying it, despite her own warnings to herself, she had fallen hard for Rachel. The thought was both comforting and extremely worrying.

Please let it work out this time.

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Month Six - A Meal and a Present

It was Saturday morning and the Chris and Rachel were relaxing in bed, the glow of their post-coital bliss still warming their bodies. Chris was on her back, her arm resting on Rachel's hip as Rachel cuddled into her side, her head comfortably resting on Chris's chest. It was a natural and favorite position for both of them.

Chris's thoughts were wandering as she considered how much her life had changed over the last six months. Nothing had been said between them, but they were definitely a "thing" now. She felt happy all the time, and it wasn't just because of the great sex. In fact, she thought she might even enjoy the time spent with Rachel where they didn't have sex even more, as those times seemed to be more emotionally intimate and allowed her to feel even more a part of Rachel's life. She smiled to herself - however, those quiet times didn't happen often as Rachel was always invariably horny most of the time.

It had come as a surprise to find other people had noticed the change in her as well. Just last week, she had been working with Big Sam as the two of them were wiring together steel reinforcement bars, when Sam spoke to her without looking up:

"You still seeing that model friend of yours?" he asked in that unhurried deep voice of his.

Chris had glanced across at him, but he was still busy wrapping the metal wire around the steel bars. "Yep, I am."

Sam simply nodded and carried on working. Chris had thought that was the end of it until Sam spoke again.

"Thought maybe you were. You've been smiling more lately. She looks to be good for you."

Chris had been amazed, firstly, because this was the first time Sam had ever asked her about anything vaguely personal, but secondly, she was surprised that the happiness she felt was apparently so obvious to other people.

She let her hand wander down to Rachel's bum and gave it a small squeeze, just a token gesture of how happy she was at the moment.

However, Rachel must have taken it as a sign that Chris had finished wool-gathering.

"Chris?"

With a smile, Chris was instantly on guard. She knew that tone of voice well by now.

"Yes?"

"Do you know it is our six months anniversary next weekend?"

Even though she thought such things were silly, she was well aware it would be the six month mark of their relationship next week, mainly because she now knew how seriously Rachel took such things.

"Is it?" she asked casually.

"Yes. And I was wondering..." Here it comes thought Chris with a little good hearted trepidation, "... if maybe we could go out to a restaurant. Sort of make it a special occasion."

Well, that wasn't as bad as Chris had feared - but Rachel hadn't finished yet.

"And I was thinking, maybe you could wear a dress."

Oh hell no, thought Chris.

"I've never seen you in a dress, and I bet you would look fantastic in one. What do you say? You could call it your anniversary present to me."

Chris knew that sometimes when Rachel got an idea lodged in her head, it was almost impossible to talk her out of it. Unfortunately, this appeared to be one of those times.

"Just one problem. I don't own a dress."

"Really?" Rachel seemed genuinely shocked, but then a gleam of excitement came into her eyes, "So we go shopping! Today! This morning! We could make a day of it, it'll be fun."

Personally Chris couldn't think of anything less fun, but already knew she wouldn't get a choice in the matter.

Rachel was already out of bed and heading for the bathroom.

"Hurry up and get ready" she called over her shoulder, "We've a lot to do today."

Chris groaned. There went her nice relaxing Saturday morning.

********

When it came to clothes shopping, Rachel was an elemental force of nature. She was like a tornado blitzing through the racks and isles as she gathered up clothes in her wake that she would then make Chris try on.

At first Chris found the experience of trying on dress after dress embarrassing, especially with some of the ones Rachel had her try on, but as the morning wore on it got easier, especially as she watched how happy and excited it made Rachel.

It was midday before Rachel found a dress that she thought might possibly suit Chris, although incredibly, considering how many Chris had been forced to try on, she still seemed uncertain.

"Have you got a pair of shoes that will suit this one?" she asked as Chris stood for inspection, still feeling slightly silly at having to wear a dress.

"I doubt it." Chris replied simply.

There was something in the way that Chris answered that made Rachel suspicious.

"What do you mean?"

"I only have three items of footwear" replied Chris, already anticipating Rachel's response. "My work boots, a pair of old slippers I wear around the apartment and these sneaker."

Rachel's face was a picture of shock. "But how?!"

"It's all I need" replied Chris simply.

It wasn't that Chris couldn't afford new clothes or shoes. She actually had rather a lot saved up in her account, because as a trained tradesman (person) and a certified machinery trainer, she made more than a decent living. It was just that she didn't see the need to spend money on frivolous things like clothes or shoes that she would hardly ever wear.

Rachel took a deep breath to calm herself, as if somebody had just placed an extra burden on her shoulders.

"So, as well as a dress, we are going to need shoes and a selection of bras."

"I already have bras" said Chris defensively.

"You have sports bras" replied an exasperated Rachel.

"So?" Chris tended to favor function over style, especially when it came to what she wore at work.

"A sports bra just won't go with the sort of dress I have in mind."

"I could go braless?" suggested Chris.

"Tempting" Rachel smirked at the thought, "But we are going to do this properly, so you are going to need a proper bra. At least you are fine for panties."

Chris was actually immensely happy at the last comment and pleased that apparently Rachel approved of her choice of panties. For Chris her panties were her guilty pleasure and her only concession to the girly side of femininity. Everything else she owned was hard-wearing and practical for the life she led, but she did have a weakness for delicate and pretty panties. Not much was soft in her life, except her panties... and Rachel of course.

They stopped briefly for lunch, even though Rachel had yet to settle on either a dress or shoes and they hadn't even started looking at bras yet.

It was late afternoon before they had Chris's outfit finally picked and paid for. Rachel had offered to pay, but Chris insisted that she pay, even if the price tag on the shoes made her seriously wince.

When they got back to Rachel's apartment, Chris was surprised and very relieved to find that Rachel didn't want her to try on the complete outfit immediately. Apparently, Rachel didn't want the surprise spoilt for her, so she didn't want to see the complete outfit altogether until their date next weekend. Chris was a little non-plussed by this logic, as it was Rachel that had picked everything out for her, but she wasn't about to complain about not being forced to play dress-up.

Finally, for what felt like only the second time today, Chris was able to sit down and rest, except she was quickly joined by Rachel who still seemed to have boundless energy, even after traipsing around endless shops all day. There was a curious gleam in Rachel's eyes.

"I just want you to know how appreciative I am that you agreed to go shopping today and how you hardly complained about it at all." Rachel gave her a hug to emphasize her appreciation. "Oh, you feel so stiff and tense" she exclaimed with mock concern. "Are you stiff and tense?"

"I am a bit" replied Chris playing along.

Immediately Rachel bounced to her feet with excitement. "Oh dear, we can't have that. You head off to the bedroom and get undressed and I'll grab some towels and the massage oil."

As Chris headed off to the bedroom she was smiling, well, maybe there were some compensations to going shopping with Rachel after all.

********

As Chris sat in the taxi on the way to pick Rachel up for the "anniversary" meal, she couldn't help but feel just a little uncomfortable.

For a start, she felt conspicuous and exposed in the dress Rachel had picked for her. Not only was it far lower cut than she would have preferred herself, but it actually had a slit up the side of her right leg. Plus the fact it was a dress.

Her new shoes also felt weird. She had practiced walking in them for the last few days, but they still felt weird. They were a simple kitten heel, which Chris had taken some time to get used to, although it could have been much worse, Rachel had tried picking a shoe with a much higher heel and had only relented when Chris argued that she wasn't used to shoes with any heel and had absolutely no intension of falling on her face in the middle of the restaurant.

The one bright spark was that she had a new appreciation for more feminine bras, even if it had meant enduring the attentions of a bossy shop assistant who had apparently no shame about pushing and prodding Chris's boobs until she had found the "correct" size of bra, which as it turned out was vastly different than what Chris thought her bra size was. Even now she would only grudgingly admit that the shop assistant had been far better at judging her bra size than she was.

Make-up had been another challenge as she rarely wore any. In the end she had settled for a very light touch as she was worried about ending up like Bozo the Clown or an escaped panda.

As a finishing touch she had chosen to wear a thin gold necklace.

Normally the only jewelry she wore was her ear studs, but the necklace had been her late mother's. She had never worn it before, but the thought of wearing something that had once belonged to her mother helped to calm her nerves tonight.

Just before she knocked on Rachel's apartment door, Chris took a deep breath. Time to get this over with and show Rachel just how ridiculous she looked in a dress.

She knocked.

When the door opened, the surprise that appeared on Rachel's face was exactly what she had expected.

But then it was like the sun rising at dawn as a broad beaming smile replaced the surprised look.

"You look absolutely fantastic!" exclaimed Rachel.

Despite the fact she was sure Rachel was just being polite, the flattery still made her unexpectedly pleased. Nobody had ever said that to her before, even out of politeness.

Rachel wanted her to come in so that she could get a fuller look at the all new Chris, until Chris reminded her that the taxi was still waiting outside.

In the back of the taxi on the way to the restaurant, they held hands as Rachel continued to gush over the way she looked. Chris wasn't a hand-holding sort of person, but when Rachel was this excited, it was hard not to get caught up in the moment.

By the time they got to the restaurant, Chris was much more relaxed and by the time they had finished the starter, and a large glass of wine each, she was really beginning to enjoy herself.

Despite how much time they had been spending together, the conversation was easy and they both had plenty of tales from their past yet to tell.

It was during the main course that Chris caught a glimpse of a woman's reflection in a nearby window. She noted how happy and content the woman was as she appeared to be laughing at something funny. It was only a little surprising when she realized it was her own reflection.

********

Afterwards the taxi ride back to Rachel's was pleasant and cozy as Rachel leaned in against her. Chris felt extremely relaxed and content, which was probably helped by the second large glass of wine she had had with her meal. However, she had stopped at the second glass, as with Rachel this excited, she suspected she still had a long night ahead of her.

Sure enough, as soon as they were in the apartment, Rachel led her straight to the bedroom. However, what wasn't expected was when Rachel asked her to wait by herself as Rachel needed to fetch something.

When she returned, Rachel was holding a gift-wrapped present which she proceeded to hand to Chris.

"Happy anniversary!" she exclaimed.

"But I haven't gotten you anything" protested Chris as she accepted the gift.

Rachel wasn't to be put off though, "Don't you remember? You wearing a dress for tonight was your present to me. Now open it." She was clearly very excited now.

Chris carefully unwrapped the present and opened the plain cardboard box that was inside. She paused as she stared at the contents.

"Um, what is it?" she asked staring at the gift with confusion.

"Um, well, it's a strap-on, a strapless one." It was now Rachel's turn to sound a little uncertain. This clearly wasn't the reaction she had expected or hoped for.

"I know what it is, I'm just wondering why you are giving it to me?" Then the obviousness of her question dawned on her, so she carried on before Rachel could reply with the obvious answer. "Um, I just wasn't expecting it" she ended lamely.

Chris wasn't one of those lesbians that hated all things men, especially all things cock shaped, and it was probably only coincidence that the couple toys she did own definitely weren't cock shaped. But the thing that she now held in her hands was unashamedly and very boldly COCK shaped.

Like an unwanted trespasser, her deepest concern briefly flitted through her mind.

The fear of Rachel getting bored with her or of missing being with men and then leaving her for a man was something she hadn't thought about since the earliest weeks of their relationship... but this? Now?

She knew her fear had always been irrational, and even now she knew she was reading far too much into the meaning of the gift. But she couldn't help herself.

She looked up at Rachel and without thinking, gave voice to her fear, "You want me to fuck you like a man?"

Rachel was looking a little frightened and unsure now. "Yes? No? No! Not like that that." She suddenly began to realize what Chris was really asking. "No. I just... you, you know I sometimes like it when we pretend to be a little rough and when you take charge... I just thought this might be fun if you were to take charge with this. That was all I meant."

It hurt Chris to see how worried and concerned Rachel had suddenly become at the thought she might have offended Chris.

Despite her misgivings she leant in and gave Rachel a brief kiss, "It's a lovely and thoughtful, gift. It was just a bit unexpected." Then seeing some hope return to Rachel's eyes, "Why don't we give it a try?"

"We don't have to, not if you don't want to" offered Rachel.

"Sure I want to try it. It'll be fun."

"You're sure?"

Chris gave Rachel another kiss, a little longer one this time. "Of course I'm sure."

Seeing the way Rachel had gone from being uncertain to then being afraid that she had messed up, and then finally a look of hope that maybe she hadn't fucked up, Chris knew that she couldn't be the cause of Rachel feeling bad, not tonight. Especially not over some silly artificial cock.

A little later, both women sat naked on Rachel's bed. Chris was doing her best to remain calm whilst Rachel studiously read through the instruction leaflet.

Chris eyed the toy again. On one end was a sort of U-shape. One of the arms of the U-shape was quite bulbous like a short thick cock, that was obviously the bit that was meant to go into her. The inside of the other arm of the U-shape was dimpled, presumably to stimulate her clitoris, and on the opposite side was "the cock". The cock appeared to be about six inches long and maybe about an inch and a half in diameter. Chris didn't really have much experience of cocks outside of porn films, but it looked fairly big and realistic.

Rachel was now experimenting with the controls that were located at the base of the U-shape and Chris was surprised to find out that apparently both ends vibrated.

"It has multiple speeds and patterns" Rachel informed her enthusiastically, all signs of worry melting away as she had become fascinated with the new toy. "But I thought we could keep it simple for our first go. Medium speed and constant vibration. What do you think?"

Chris agreed wholeheartedly. Keeping it simple was probably all she could cope with about now.

Finally, Rachel was ready, she turned her wicked grin on Chris, "Ok, I think I've got the hang of it. Kneel up."

Reluctantly Chris did as she was told.

Rachel came and knelt in front of her and gave her a hug and a long drawn-out kiss, "Don't worry, it'll be fun."

Rachel reached down and picked up the small bottle of lube that had come with the toy, before pouring some of it on the palm of her hand. She rubbed her hands together to warm up the liquid. "Ready?"

Chris nodded, not trusting herself not to sound nervous.

Rachel lowered her hand between Chris's legs and began spreading the slippery lube between her labia.

Hmm, if only we could keep doing this thought Chris wistfully, then gave a slight gasp as first one, then a second finger entered her.

Rachel was very thorough in making sure Chris was well lubricated.

Rachel then lubricated the short think end of the strap-on before placing it between Chris's slightly spread legs. She made sure the toy was at Chris's entrance before looking Chris directly in the eyes. Chris just had time to think how wicked Rachel's grin was, before she gasped as Rachel slowly, but firmly pushed the toy into her. Chris shivered slightly as the dimpled section of the U-shape slid over her slicked clit.

"Ok?" asked Rachel as the base of the toy finally came into contact with Chris's pussy.

"Hmm hm." Chris responded. Fuck! This thing was wider than she thought it was. She felt incredibly full and slightly stretched and she could even feel a slight pressure on her clit. The toy was certainly a snug fit.

"And now?" asked Rachel innocently.

Chris let out a low "Ooo" as Rachel set the part of the toy inside of her to vibrate. Damn, with such a tight fit the vibrations seemed to be vibrating right through her. And this is meant to be just the medium setting she thought incredulously.

Rachel was casually stroking the shaft of the toy as she watched Chris's face to see her reaction. Apparently satisfied with what she saw, she looped her arms around Chris's neck and pulled her in for a long and passionate kiss.

As the kiss broke, "You know, I feel quite guilty about how much you have done for me tonight. I really do appreciate it, and later I'll show you how grateful I am, I promise." She sealed the promise with another kiss. "But first..."

Keeping eye contact with Chris all the way, Rachel lowered herself down until the protruding dildo was in front of her face, she then slowly and sensually began licking and sucking on the shaft.

Even though Chris couldn't feel what Rachel was doing, she couldn't deny just how fucking hot Rachel looked as she teased the silicone member.

When Rachel finally took the head of the dildo into her mouth and looked up at Chris with those large beautiful eyes, Chris's arousal levels hit a new high. It didn't help that the part of the toy inside of her was constantly sending delicious vibrations all through her pussy and even her clit.

Finished with her teasing, Rachel removed her mouth from the dildo and used her hands to slowly coat the shaft of the cock in lube. Lastly, she lowed a hand between her legs and made sure her pussy was also nice and slick as well.

Finally, she reached out and pressed another stud on the base of the dildo that activated the vibrator in the shaft, before turning around on all fours and presenting her delicious backside to Chris.

By this point any inhibitions or reluctance Chris might have had were long gone. The sight of Rachel sensually caressing the dildo was far more erotic that she had imagined it could be. With one hand on the base of Rachel's back she shuffled herself forward until the head of the dildo was just beginning to nudge Rachel's now slick and shiny pussy. She moved her hips forward slightly and the dildo effortlessly slipped between the glistening lips.

Placing one hand on the shaft of the toy, Chris began to move it back and forth, to tease Rachel as Rachel had been teasing her. However, when Rachel began to circle her hips, causing her labia to appear to be kissing the head of the toy, Chris ran out of self-control. Using both hands to firmly hold Rachel's hips, Chris pulled Rachel back onto the dildo whilst at the same time pushing her own hips forward. The sound of Rachel's long lustful sigh, the sight of the dildo gliding into Rachel's perfect pussy and the increased pressure on her own clit as the dildo met some slight resistance had Chris's head spinning with desire.

She angled her hips back, causing the dildo to withdraw from Rachel, then she pushed forward again, a little deeper this time.

Again, the sense of pressure on her clitoris and the constant vibrations inside of her felt fantastic.

She backed out, and then pushed in a little further again.

At first she found it an odd movement, as physically she felt quite removed from the other end of the dildo, but the more she slowly thrust into Rachel, the more natural the movement seemed to become.

The feelings of arousal within her pussy were already getting pretty strong when Rachel simply said, "Harder."

By this point, Chris herself was certainly ready for "harder". She tightened her grip on Rachel's hips and pulled her roughly to her, whilst at the same time pushed her own hips strongly forward. She was rewarded by a cry of pleasure from Rachel and an intense jolt of pleasure herself as the impact pushed the front of the strap-on hard against her clit.

She gasped at how intense the pleasure was, but then thrust hard into Rachel again and again, each time feeling her own jolt of pleasure as well as the feeling of the vibrating end inside of her moving in time with the thrusts.

Soon the thrusting into Rachel and the pleasure it was bringing to both of them seemed to be the only thing that mattered. Chris could tell her own orgasm was coming, she could feel her muscles clamping down on the part of the dildo that was inside of her, which only made the vibrations even more intense.

Chris was lost to her own passion when she heard Rachel beg her to fuck her harder. The lust and desperation she heard in Rachel's voice spurred her on even more, yet she was barely aware of what she was doing when she reached out and grabbed a handful of Rachel's long hair and pulled back hard, whilst thrusting even harder into the other woman.

"Yes! Yes! Fucking yes!" The way her head was now being roughly pulled back must have been uncomfortable for Rachel, but it was the added stimulation she needed to tip her over into orgasm.

Chris could feel Rachel shuddering beneath her grip, the sounds of the other woman's cries of passion, together with the mashing pounding on her clitoris and the intense vibrations were all that were needed to bring on her own earth-shattering orgasm. She cried out in joy as she held Rache's quacking hips to her own.

As the twin orgasms receded, there was a comical moment of awkwardness when Chris couldn't work out how to shut off the still manically buzzing toy. Luckily, Rachel still had just enough energy left to show her.

Placing the toy to one side, the two women collapsed into each other's arms, content to feel each other's warm bodies and fast beating hearts next to their own.

"So, did you like that?" Rachel asked with an obvious smirk on her face.

"It wasn't bad, I suppose" responded Chris, doing a largely unconvincing attempt at appearing nonchalant, despite her heavy breathing and flushed chest.

"Liar" laughed Rachel, giving one of Chris's nipples a playful tweak, "I heard you crying out like a bitch in heat behind me."

Chris blushed. She used to think of herself as quite reserved when it came to displays of passion, but Rachel always seemed to know how to bring the passion out of her.

Rachel become serious for a moment.

"Thank you."

What for?" asked Chris, a little uncertain at the serious turn.

"I could see that you were reluctant to try that toy, but you did it anyway... for me. So, thank you."

Chris wasn't sure how to respond to the sincerity in Rachel's voice, "Um, well, you know I'd do anything for you. Well, at least I hope you know that. And well... it wasn't as bad as I thought... pretty good actually."

Rachel smiled at the sight of Chris actually being more uncomfortable about accepting her thanks than she had been about trying the toy. Chris could act tough and hard all she wanted, but Rachel now knew she was a complete softy at heart.

"So, I said I would show you how appreciative I was." She reached out and began to gently caress one of Chris's bare breasts, "I was just wondering to myself, how many times could I make you come in the space of an hour?"

"Fuck." was all Chris could manage to say.

"Exactly" agreed Rachel as she began to slowly and sinuously snake her way down Chris's body with a mischievous grin.

********

Month Ten - The Party

As the months went on, the relationship between Chris and Rachel became even stronger, but sometimes... just sometimes, Chris wondered if the relationship was strong enough.

They shared everything with each other, yet they never seemed to talk about "them" and their relationship. Rachel seemed happily content to let things take their natural course, but sometimes Chris felt like she needed a bit of extra confirmation that things weren't going to suddenly end in a fiery mess.

She had entered into this relationship with no greater ambition than fucking a good looking woman that had walked into the wrong bar. But now? Now if it ended, she felt like she would be crushed beyond repair, which meant she was also too much of a coward to bring the topic up in conversation.

It always came back to two things. Other than each other, they had nothing in common, and when they had first met, Rachel had described herself as bisexual. Chris knew it wasn't fair, especially with the way that Rachel obviously cared for her, but Chris couldn't shift the notion that a bisexual was a woman who wasn't yet sure what she wanted in life. She hated herself for thinking that, but she couldn't help it.

She guessed that Rachel could tell when such melancholy moods were on her, even if she couldn't know the reason why, because acting on some sixth sense, Rachel during those times would gather Chris to her and hold her gently until Chris felt better.

The nearest she had come to voicing her fears was last week. They had been lying in bed one Sunday morning, just relaxing, Rachel with her head on Chris's chest and Chris absentmindedly rubbing her hand along Rachel's back.

"Rachel? Why me?"

"What do you mean?" Rachel seemed genuinely confused by the question.

"We have completely different lives, we have nothing in common and with your looks, you could have any man or woman you wanted. So why me?"

Rachel turned her smiling face to Chris, but the smile faded a little when she saw that Chris was being serious.

"Because you are my safe pair of strong arms" she replied simply.

It was a line that Rachel had used a few times in the past, but this time it wasn't enough for Chris.

"What do you mean by that?"

This time it was Rachel's turn to be serious as she thought through her answer.

"Your job can be stressful" Rachel began hesitantly, "but when you say it's tough, you generally mean physically tough. When I say the modelling business is tough, I mean it can be emotionally and mentally tough. Every day people judge you based purely on your looks and how you fit with the fashion of the moment. The slightest blemish is a major drama, an extra couple ounces of weight becomes a topic of shame. People don't see or treat you as a person - to the industry you are just a thing to show off their clothes. Drama is everywhere, bitchiness is a way of life. It can break the young and inexperienced, or those just not tough enough to cope. Everything is fake."

When Rachel lapsed into silence, Chris initially thought she had finished, but she hadn't.

"People do what they need to do to get by, sometimes its sex, sometimes drink... sometimes other things. There is always someone ready to supply the other things if it gets you through one more day."

"Drugs?" asked Chris softly.

Rachel's nod was almost imperceptible.

"Have you..." began Chris.

"No!" Rache's vehement denial was filled with anger. But then she calmed herself.

"No. I've never taken drugs, I've seen too many people's lives ruined by it. But it happens and then they are casually cast aside anyway when not even the drugs can get them through the day."

More silence.

"Like I said, the whole industry and everyone in it is fake." Then Rachel turned her earnest gaze up to Chris, "But you're not fake. You're honest about things you don't like and not afraid to say so. You try to pretend you don't care about anyone, but I've seen you stand up for other people... you stood up for me when we first met. When you hold me in your strong arms, I feel safe I feel grounded. I feel like nothing can hurt me. That's why you're my safe pair of strong arms... that's why you."

Chris didn't know what to say. She wanted to know why Rachel would even put up with modelling if it was so bad, but she found that she couldn't say anything around the lump of emotion that had suddenly welled up in her throat, so she gathered Rachel up in her arms and hugged her as hard as she could and didn't let go for a long time.

Sometimes hugs said it far better than words ever could.

As she held a slightly trembling Rachel in her arms, Chris felt extremely guilty. The whole conversation had started because of her own petty insecurities, and had ended with Rachel bearing her soul to Chris.

It made Chris wonder about the nature of "Strength". She had always thought of herself as strong, both physically and emotionally, but having spent time with Rachel, who despite always appearing happy and carefree, Chris had come to realize was likely the emotionally stronger of the two of them. However, after tonight, she now realized that even the emotionally strong occasionally needed support.

She was going to have to try harder to be the support that Rachel needed and to put her away her own petty insecurities.

Chris hugged Rachel a little tighter, just to remind both of them that she was always going to be here whenever Rachel needed her.

********

The following week, when Rachel brought up the topic of the upcoming party, she couldn't have known how profoundly the party was about to change her relationship with Chris.

********

After the previous week's emotional conversation, Chris felt even closer and more protective of Rachel. She had resolved that she needed to worry less about what "might" happen and concentrate on demonstrating how supportive of a partner she could be.

Currently Chris was in her small kitchen preparing the evening meal for them both when Rache's voice came floating out from the main room.

"I'll be working a major fashion show next week."

"Where is it?" asked Chris. It wasn't unusual for Rachel to have to travel for work and Chris always missed her enormously when she wasn't there.

"That's the best part, it's here in Toronto."

"That's great." Chris was somewhat relieved.

"And there will be an after-show party Saturday evening."

"Are you going?" By now Chris knew that after-show parties were more than drinks and hors d'oeuvres, apparently, they were more of a networking session for designers and buyers. It also wasn't unusual for some of the models to be expected, or even contracted, to attend as it was always hoped that a pretty face would help buyers relax more, especially when it came to relaxing their grip on their spending.

"Yes, I'm contracted to be there... and I was thinking that maybe you could come along as well?"

"No!" Chris's answer was instantaneous. She knew that Rachel would be able to talk her into going, no matter how much she hated the idea, but she had to make at least a token show of resistance.

Chris jumped a little as hands lightly gripped her hips from behind and a soft voice crooned in her ear:

"Cmon, it'll be fun."

"No it won't, I won't know anyone there." Even to Chris, her argument sounded weak.

"It didn't stop me meeting your friends" countered Rachel.

Whilst Chris wouldn't have called many of the guys she worked with actual "friends", Rachel had a few times insisted that they occasionally apend an evening in the bar where they had first met.

The first time Chris had taken Rachel to the bar, it had caused quite a stir, partly because Rachel's looks always made her stand out wherever she went and because Rachel insisted Chris wear the new skirt she had just brought for her. For the first half of the evening Chris just glared at everyone who came over, as if just daring them to make a funny crack about the fact that she was wearing a skirt.

Of course, Rachel had been an instant hit with the guys and even the few wives and girlfriends that came over to chat. And it wasn't just her looks, there was something about Rachel's happy and honest friendliness that tended to always win people over.

Even though she never sought other people's approval, apart from Rachel of course, she still remembered how pleased she was that the guys she worked with took to and accepted Rachel for who she was. Perhaps that was the real reason Rachel wanted Chris to attend the party, if it was, could she really refuse?... Damn, she was beginning to talk herself into it, even though she still hated the idea of going.

"And of course..." carried on Rachel, "you'll need a new dress and new shoes to go with it. We could go shopping tomorrow."

Oh hell no, groaned Chris to herself, already resigned to the prospect of being dragged around endless shops on her day off.

********

As they sat in the Uber on the way to the arts gallery where the after-show party was being held, Chris was beginning to feel a little nervous again. This was only the second time she had worn a dress and this time Rachel had gone all out on it. The damn thing was almost immoral with the amount of cleavage she had on display, which certainly wasn't helped by the bra that Rachel had also picked for her - if you could even call it a bra.

To Chris's way of thinking, a bra was a functioning tool used to restrain and stop your boobs bouncing around when you were trying to work. However, the sole purpose of this skimpy garment seemed to be for pushing her boobs together and up. Worse, it only just covered the bottom half of her boobs and her nipples, leaving the top half of her boobs pushed out and on display.

Of course, Rachel absolutely loved the new bra, which had been very obvious by the way she had kept groping Chris' boobs in the changing room whilst trying to claim she was only testing it for fit.

The party started fairly slowly with the two of them wandering around and just being seen. Occasionally, Rachel would get called over and be introduced to some important person or other. Whilst Rachel was her normal charming self, Chris would attempt to fade into the background.

However, it did come as a small relief to find out she wasn't quite as provocatively dressed as she had feared. She still felt quite conspicuous, but compared to most of the dresses she saw, she looked quite modest by comparison.

It was later that Chris and Rachel found themselves as part of a group of other models as they all stood around gossiping. By this time of the evening the various designers in attendance were making their pitches to the various buyers, which meant for the moment most of the models weren't required to perform their duties as walking decorations.

Although Chris was happy to let most of their conversations wash over her, she was fascinated watching the people Rachel worked alongside. They all seemed happy and bubbly and full of life on the surface, yet with the exception of Rachel, that happiness never seemed to reach as far as their eyes. Instead, regardless of the expressions they wore, each person seemed to be constantly assessing everyone else in the group as if watchful for weakness or the shifting tide of group alliances.

For the first time Chris got a sense of what Rachel had meant when she had said the fashion business was a stressful place to work. Here, everyone seemed to be on edge all of the time. She suspected that she wouldn't have lasted a week if she had to work in these conditions.

The whole realization of what it was like made her appreciate even Rachel more.

It was a little later when Rachel got called away as one of the clients she had worked for previously wanted to say hello. Chris decided to stay with the group, as she had begun to relax around them.

To her relief, even with Rachel gone, the other women continued to be pleasant and include Chris in their conversations, even if it was only out of politeness.

However, a few moments later Chris got the sense that something was about to happen, some of the women were casting nervous glances off to one side.

Chris followed the direction that the others were looking and saw a woman striding purposely towards them. If the other models looked like skittish deer, the new woman looked and acted as a predator.

A few of the other's nodded a welcome as the other woman joined them, but she completely ignored them as she turned to Chris.

"Hi, I'm Chantelle. You must be Rachel's new friend?"

Immediately Chris disliked her, especially the emphasis she had put on the word "friend". Every word Chantelle spoke was coated in disdain and mockery.

Chris didn't bother to answer, but Chantelle didn't appear to notice.

"I heard Rachel was roughing it, but I had no idea quite how rough she would go." Chantelle made a show of slowly looking Chris up and down as she assessed her.

Chris heard a few muffled gasps from some of the other women, but no one stepped in on her behalf, why would they? Chris wasn't one of them, and the universal rule for any group was that you didn't cross one of your own for the sake of a stranger.

Chris could feel her anger rising fast but tried not to rise to the bait. She couldn't afford to make a scene as she was worried that it would reflect badly on Rachel. So, she kept silent and just glared at Chantelle.

"So what do you do? You clearly don't belong here." Chantelle was in her flow now, getting high on her own mockery. "A wrestler perhaps? You certainly look like a diesel."

Chantelle began to laugh at her own humor, oblivious to the fact that nobody else was joining in.

The more Chantelle laughed, the more Chris wanted to put her fist through that sneering face. It would be so easy and even more satisfying to see Chantelle's sneer turn to shocked surprise as Chris's fist spread her perfect nose across her perfect face... but she couldn't. She had to think of Rachel.

Chris was actually shaking with rage now, but with no outlet for it, she felt completely impotent.

Enduring the continuing laughter, she lowered her head and breathed deeply, trying her best to calm herself before she did something very satisfying, but ultimately very stupid.

********

As Rachel was walking back to join Chris and the others, she noticed that the group was somewhat larger. People were nervously trying not to make it look as though they were part of whatever was happening, whilst at the same time watching what was happening.

As she got a little nearer, Rachel could hear Chantelle's high pitched and grating laughter. Apparently Chantelle had found a new victim to torment. Then the realization hit her and Rachel practically ran the rest of the way.

"What the fuck is going on!" she practically screamed, her own rage boiling over at what she saw before her.

Chris looked cowed and was actually shaking, her head lowered, obviously the subject of Chantelle's ridicule.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She advanced on Chantelle, who took a step back in response.

Rachel had seen Chantelle emotionally cripple other women before for her own perverted amusement, and she was now afraid at how much Chantelle might have hurt Chris. Rachel knew that Chris was generally a strong person, that was part of what had attracted Rachel to her in the first place, but now Rachel was so emotionally tied to Chris that it tore her up even just imagining Chris being hurt.

"We're just having a bit of fun with your new pet." Chantelle tried to show defiance but took another step backwards in the face of Rachel's obvious fury.

This time Rachel really did explode, "Chris isn't a "pet" she's a person, a good and decent person, not like you, you poisonous sack of shit!"

There was an audible gasp around the group. Bitchiness and bullying might be normal in their industry, but open displays of hatred on this level was almost unheard of.

"But it was just a bit of fun." Chantelle sounded more defensive now, almost as though she thought she was the victim in all this.

Rachel just stared angerly at her. Up until this point she had been operating on instinct and fury, but now her thoughts were beginning to catch up, which made her worry that if she followed through with what she really wanted to do, things might escalate badly. So she gave Chantelle her parting shot, "Not only are you a third rate person, but you are only a second rate model who only gets work because you never say no to sucking cock." Another gasp went around the group. "Why don't you just fuck off and give everyone else a break from your crap?"

Rachel didn't wait for Chantelle's reaction, instead she turned to Chris. Her heart lurched as she saw that Chris's eyes were shiny as if she was on the verge of tears, so she took Chris's hand and in a gentle voice, "Cmon, lets grab some air."

Chris really was on the verge of tears, but not for the reasons Rachel thought.

It had taken every once of self-control that Chris had possessed to not retaliate against Chantelle. She was just about keeping it together when Rachel had gotten back.

Chris had watched in shocked amazement as Rachel stood up to Chantelle, Rachel's obvious fury so unlike how her always happy and mild manner lover normally was. Rachel always managed to see the good in other people, but not now. Somebody had tried to pick on Chris and suddenly Rachel was acting like an avenging angel of fury.

As Chris watched the confrontation, she was flooded with so many deep and powerful emotions: pride, gratefulness, love and surprise. The feelings so strong that it shook her far more forcefully than Chantelle's taunts had. It was when Rachel had called Chris a "good and decent person" that Chris's tears had begun to well up in her eyes. The sense of fierce love and protectiveness she heard in Rachel's voice brought with it almost more emotion than she could bear.

So, when Rachel suggested they step outside to get some air, Chris was in no state to resist.

Outside Rachel found a low wall they could sit on in peace. Chris quietly leaned into her and Rachel put a comforting arm around her. Rachel could still feel Chris shaking.

She wasn't surprised when a couple minutes later, Chris gave her a look full of emotion that Rachel took to be desperation, and in a quiet voice, Chris asked if they could leave? She wanted to go back to her place. Rachel couldn't blame her, the evening had been a disaster. So she called for another Uber.

Whilst they waited for the Uber, Chris tried to make sense of what she was feeling. She still had so many strong feelings swirling around inside of her.

Nobody had ever stood up for her like Rachel had.

The amount of love she felt for Rachel in that moment almost made it hard to breath.

But there was another emotion that was quickly growing inside of her.

Lust.

Now that she was a little calmer, she could admit how much the sight of Rachel defending her had turned her on. At the time she had been too shocked to know what she was feeling, but now, where it was calmer, she knew that she wanted Rachel badly.

But she couldn't... not yet. The feeling of lust and longing for Rachel was now so strong that she felt that if anything started, she might not be able to stop herself, and that would only end up embarrassing both of them. It would be one hell of a show for the rest of the party guests though.

So, Chris had asked to go home. She was getting more desperate for Rachel by the second, so much so that she was beginning to shake with the effort needed to keep her carnal instincts under control. She needed to get home quickly to show Rachel how she really felt about her, she needed to show how much she loved Rachel and how much she needed her.

In the back of the car on the way home, Chris reached out and held Rachel's hand, her grip was strong, yet Rachel could still feel her tremors even through her hand. A few times Chris glanced at her, which made Rachel even more nervous. The look Chris was giving her had a slight look of desperation and anxiety to it. What had Chantelle done to Chris to make her feel like this?

Rachel was still worried that Chantelle had hurt Chris, and the looks that Chris was giving her only made her worry even more. She shouldn't have talked Chris into attending the party tonight she kept telling herself. It had ended in disaster. Rachel only hoped that Chris could forgive her and that she hadn't damaged their relationship too much.

Back at Chris's, Rachel began her apology that she had been rehearsing all the back in the Uber.

"Chris, I'm sorr..." was as far as she got before Chris suddenly gathered her up in a hug so strong that it almost hurt and cut her apology off with a kiss so long and passionate that she was worried she was going to run out of breath.

"Wha...?" was as far as she got the second time before another passionate kiss stole her breath away.

Their mouths still locked together, Chris backed her up against a wall where she started squeezing and caress Rachel's breasts, she could also feel the way Chris's groin was now pressed hard against her own.

When Chris moved her urgent kisses down to Rachel's slender neck, Rachel took the opportunity to voice her confusion.

"Wait... wha... what's hh happening? I thth thou... OOHH!!" one of Chris's hands had reached up under her dress and was now rubbing Rachel through her panties. "I thought that uh, you were upset?"

Chris's mouth was at Rachel's ear now.

"Not upset. Horny." Chris purred, her hot breath warming Rachel's delicate ear.

"Nobody has ever stood up for me like that before... and it made me so fucking horny to see you get like that, for me." She started to caress Rachel's ear with her tongue whilst her hand slipped down the front of Rachel's panties.

"B b but afterwards, and in the car Ahhh" Chris's fingers had just found her clit. "Y y y you were so q q quiet, you were shaking?"

"It took everything I had in me not to jump you there and then. It would have been one hell of a show for the driver. But I don't have to hold myself back anymore." The low growling noise Chris made next to Rachel's ear sent a shudder of arousal straight to Rachel's core.

"Do you know why I wanted to come back here and not your place?" asked Chris casually in a husky voice.

"No." squeaked Rachel as one of Chris's fingers began to circle the entrance to her vagina.

"It's because this is where I keep the strap-on you gave me, and tonight, I'm going to fuck you so hard and so long that you won't walk right for a week."

Rachel's insides turned into a hot gooey mess and her whole body shuddered at Chris's words.

"But first, there's something I've been desperate to do ever since you confronted Chantelle."

Chris slowly lowered herself until she was kneeling in front of Rachel.

Rachel felt hot hands on her bare thighs beneath her dress, then gasped as she felt her panties being yanked down hard. The next thing she felt was a hot, wet and eager tongue lapping at her clit.

"FUCK!!!"

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When Rachel woke up the next morning, she was stiff and sore, but it was definitely the good sort of stiff and sore.

She wasn't sure what time she had finally succumbed to exhaustion, but it was definitely before Chris had. Chris had been unstoppable. She had given up trying to count how many times Chris had made her cum as after a while it all sort of blended together in her bliss addled mind.

"Morning gorgeous."

She turned, to find Chris propped up on one elbow, a smile on her face as she looked at Rachel.

"Morning lover." Rachel leaned over and gave her a quick kiss.

Then the full events of the previous evening came back to Rachel and suddenly there were things she needed to know.

"Yesterday evening?"

"Which part?" It was clear from her lecherous look, which part Chris was currently thinking about.

"The party."

"Yeah, hell of a party" agreed Chris amiably.

"I thought you were upset. I thought I had fucked up." Despite what had happened afterwards, Chris could see there was a touch of sadness in Rachel's face, so she was a bit more serious when she answered.

"Sure, I was angry, but I wasn't upset. At least not upset for myself. The only thing I was worried about was that I might do or say something that would embarrass you. That upset me."

Instinctively Rachel reached out and hugged Chris. "You could never embarrass me."

"And what I said last night" said Chris, "about nobody ever standing up for me before. That was true. It meant a lot to me when you stood up to that bitch. I just wanted you to know that."

They enjoyed the silent moment until Chris next spoke.

"So, do I remember correctly that you ended up calling Chantelle a poisonous sack of shit?"

"Um, maybe not my finest moment, but I was so angry that it was all I could think of when I looked at her."

There was a pause, and then both women suddenly burst out laughing.

********

Sunday turned out to be a fairly quiet day for Chris and Rachel. It was as if everything that needed to be said had either been said the previous evening or earlier that morning. Instead, they just enjoyed the quiet closeness of being together.

But that evening, Chris had a question that she needed answering. She had been putting off the question for weeks now, but after the events of yesterday's party, she didn't think she could put it off any more.

They were on the couch, Rachel lying full length, her head resting on Chris's lap.

"Rachel."

"Hmm?"

"When we met, you described yourself as bisexual."

"Yeah, so?"

"Do you ever imagine a situation where you felt like you could maybe be happy spending the rest of your life with another woman?"

Rachel propped herself up and turned to face Chris, a happy, but curious smile on her face.

Then seeing Chris' expression, Rachel sat up fully and gently cupped Chris's hopeful face in her hands.

"Chris you beautiful soppy fool. Of course I can imagine myself in a lifelong relationship with a woman. I'm in one... If you'll have me of course. I love you with all my heart and never want to be without you."

Chris's chest had become so tight that she was having trouble breathing. She desperately wanted to tell Rachel that she loved her too, but she couldn't find the words that would come close to describing just how much she loved Rachel. So instead she hugged Rachel fiercely and clung to her as hard as she could.

Chris couldn't remember the last time she cried, but knew for a fact she had never cried because of happiness before.

At least Rachel was always going to be there to wipe away the tears for her from now on.

The End.

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Yogma.