Forces of Nature

Forces of Nature

"Come on Lilith! You never want to do anything. It will be fun. It's a sorority party, with a chance of being asked to join."

"Why would I want to go to a party with the possibility of being asked to join a sorority? I don't want to be in a damn sorority."

"Sororities aren't like they have been portrayed in movies and books. They might have been that way at one time but not anymore, or at least, most aren't. They can be helpful with academic pursuits and having been in a sorority in college can be a plus on your resume when you are pursuing a job."

"Bullshit. They are an archaic, rich, elitist, pompous societal enclave, full of wealthy, better-than-you, stuck-up bitches."

"Geez Lilith, tell me how you really feel," Heather said. Only half-joking.

"Sorry, probably a bit over the top."

Heather laughed, and said, "Just a bit. So, just go to have fun, fuck the whole sorority aspect of the party. Who knows you might get lucky and find some better-than-you, stuck-up bitch, that wants you to fuck her. How about that."

Ouch, Heather knew where to stick the pin. It was the beginning of our freshman year at our state university. She had been my friend for years. She knew I was a lesbian. She knew I was an introvert, not that I was afraid of people, but I was comfortable being alone, or at small, quiet gatherings. She also knew that my romantic life sucked. I had not been in a relationship for over a year, and almost that long since I had even had sex.

"Why would I want to fuck some sorority bitch?"

"Because you could strike a blow to the aristocracy for the peasants of the world! You know, the four F's; find 'em, finger 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em. Who knows, maybe you could break some poor rich bitch's heart."

"OMG Heather! I am not like that. I don't want to hurt anybody."

"I know that Lilith. But I bet you would like to drive one to multiple orgasms overnight."

I couldn't help myself and broke out into a loud, raucous laugh, "Well, yes, maybe that."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yeah. I give up. Let's go to a party. Like you said, maybe I will get lucky. If not, it's not like I have had women throwing themselves at me recently. I'll even act like I'm having fun."

"Yay! Who knows, you might even actually have fun. Just be open-minded, please?"

"I will do my best to keep my proletariat bias in tow."

"That is all I can ask. Now for tonight's attire; a nice dress, please? Stockings preferred. Maybe some make-up?"

I groaned, "The things I do for you."

"Bite me, bitch."

I snickered, "I can do that, and I can dress appropriately. Give me thirty minutes, minimum."

"I will be there in forty-five. And, Lilith, thank you. We will have fun."

"You are welcome, Heather. I will try hard to have fun and not be a downer."

"Forty-five. Bye."

"Bye."

Well, crap, now I have to figure out what I want to wear.

I started flipping through my, limited, dresses. I finally chose an A-line light blue dress, with a fairly deep cleavage bodice, and a flared mid-thigh skirt. With my smallish breasts I can display a lot of cleavage without displaying an indecent amount of my breasts.

Stockings? I ended up picking thigh-high, sheer grey hose.

Bra? None.

Panties? A pair of light blue mesh low rise thong.

Shoes? Black kitten-heeled slingback sandals.

I stripped and went to the bathroom, holding my panties and sat them on the counter. I ran some water till it got warm and stopped the sink letting it fill with water. I grabbed a washcloth and a towel, tossing the washcloth in the water and placing the towel on the counter. I squeezed the water from the washcloth, putting some liquid soap on it and gave myself a spit-bath. I had showered earlier in the day, but I figured a quick once-over cleaning of my face and body wouldn't hurt. I rinsed the washcloth, wiped the soapy wetness from my body and finished drying off with the towel.

I stood there looking in the mirror. My black hair, in an angled bob with bangs, was clean and laying as I wanted it to do, framing my face. My skin is a bit pale, which with my black hair framing my face as a contrast, I feel that it is an attractive look.

My breasts stood proud on my chest. They were, as many people size breasts, a handful, not much more. With quarter-sized areolas and medium pink nipples, that when aroused were, maybe, half-an-inch in length.

I walked and swam as exercise, so my body was fit with slight muscular definition, soft to touch but firm at the same time.

My hips flared out from my abdomen nicely, not too wide, if you ask me. My mons pubis rose out my pubic bone, perhaps, a bit more than most women's, covered in black semi-trimmed pubic hair.

My legs, one of my best attributes I think, are firm, muscular, and long. They are firm, but with a softness to the skin.

Overall, I feel good about my appearance. Am I boastful, maybe, but I really do feel that I am quite attractive by American society's norms. Which begs the question why am I struggling with a lack of sex? It's my fault. I know that. My personality makes it difficult for me to be spontaneous and outgoing, so I continually resist the advances of other women for casual sex. I want a connection, an emotional connection, not just a physical attraction. I have, on very few occasions, had a one-night stand which, while satisfying a needed sexual want, always end up with me feeling unsatisfied and angry at myself for having had a sexual encounter for no other reason than to have sex. I want more, but at the same time I tend not to make the effort to make that emotional connection I so desire.

Okay, enough introspective examination, I need to finish getting ready for a sorority party I don't want to go to.

I pull on panties, go out to my bedroom and sit at my "vanity". It is not a vanity, per se, it is just a desk with a mirror hung on the wall, but it works for me.

I put on some foundation, dark eye liner, and a semi-dark eye shadow, for a touch of goth, and dark red lipstick, applied lightly. When I am done, I smile, I look good. More conceit, maybe.

I just finished putting on my shoes when a knock came on my small off-campus apartment.

I open the door to see Heather smiling at me, "You're ready!"

"Just now."

"Well then, off we go."

"Do you think I need a jacket?"

"Nah, the night is warm."

I grabbed my purse, sling it over my shoulder, and say, "Good to go."

Heather grabs my hand, pulling me along as I shut the door. As we are walking to the car Heather says, "You look hot tonight. Please try and have fun."

"I promise I will do my best. You look very nice also."

"Thanks."

We got in the car and were at the sorority in ten minutes.

"Geez Heather, we could have walked."

"Not as we're dressed, plus storms are forecast for later in the night and through the morning."

"Well, that's true."

She found a parking space and we walked into the sorority house. Loud music, full of people, male and female. Heather grabbed my hand, gave it a soft squeeze, "It will be fun, just relax," she knows me, and she had reflexively taken my hand knowing I would be uncomfortable in this environ.

"I'm trying. I'll be fine," a little lie. I wouldn't be fine, but with Heather at my side I wouldn't panic, apprehensive yes, but I can deal with that. Heather gave me a smile. A smile that let me know she knew exactly how I was feeling and that everything was okay.

Still holding my hand, she moved through the press of people heading to the kitchen, that was where the booze was. When we got to the kitchen the crowd had thinned somewhat, I breathed easier.

Heather, her hand still in my hand, gently guided me to where three women were standing behind a table filled with bottles of every liquor one could ask for, maybe not every liquor but damn close.

A tall blonde woman smiled at us, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Heather looked at me, "Rum and coke?" I just nodded.

"Two rum and cokes please."

As she made our drinks I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, a bronze-skinned woman, a couple inches taller than me, talking to another one of the women bartenders. She was stunning. Her skin was darker naturally. I guessed that she had some Middle Eastern or Southern European blood in her heritage. Her curly black hair fell to just below her ears, it swayed and quivered as she talked animatedly to the woman. She had on a blue and white floral patterned, spaghetti straps, mid-thigh length summer dress. Her legs were bare, and beautiful. Much like mine but more muscular in appearance than mine.

The woman behind the drink table said something to the black-haired beauty, the woman's eyes looking over at me. The head covered in curly black hair swiveled to look at me, a slight, soft smile appeared on her face, as our eyes met.

Our eyes only met for a short moment before I blushed brightly and turned away. I had gotten busted checking her out. I am usually much more discrete, but I had been so startled by her beauty that I had just been standing there staring at her like a deer in headlights.

As I turned away Heather was standing there holding our drinks, looking at me, smiling, "Lilith, are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

"It was not a ghost, but one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen," as I spoke, I nodded my head in the direction of where the beauty stood.

Heather's turned her head in the direction I had nodded to, looked back at me, "Where?"

"Right where you are looking."

"Who? The woman playing bartender?"

I turned my head back to where I had seen this entrancing woman. She was no longer there. I turned around in a full circle and she was nowhere to be seen.

I looked at Heather, "She's gone. She was astonishing."

"Damn, I would have liked to have seen the woman that stopped you dead in your tracks."

I sighed, took ahold one of the drinks Heather was holding and took a long drink from it.

"Heather, I have never had a woman affect me like that just by seeing her. Whoa!"

I took a deep breath and became aware my body was slightly trembling.

"Fuck Heather, I am trembling just from a moment's view of her," I took another drink.

Heather had a concerned look on her face, "Lilith, don't freak out on me. Calm yourself, and slow down on the drinking, or you will get smashed."

I downed the rest of my drink, to Heather's wide-eyed surprise.

I looked at her, "Don't worry, I'm not going to have another drink for a while. It helped me calm down a bit. I am going to get a refill of water."

I stepped back up to the bar table and asked if I could get my cup filled with water. The woman looked at me, I think she was surprised I had drunk my first drink so fast, and she filled my cup with water. I thanked her and turned back to Heather and asked, "What now?"

Heather snickered, "Let's go dance for a while. It'll help to reduce the effect of you drinking your drink so fast."

I followed her out to the main room where couples, mostly mixed, but there were some females couples dancing also. Heather found a spot where we could put our drinks down and led me out to where the people were dancing. I was feeling my sudden downing of my rum and coke, so dancing was probably a good thing to do.

While the music was not my style, it did have a strong beat. Heather and I danced together for about half an hour. While we danced there were several times I had the feeling I was being stared at. But every time I felt that sensation I looked around and never saw anyone staring at me. A couple of times I did see the woman that had so captured my attention earlier. But every time I saw her, she was either walking around the edge of the people dancing, or standing talking to someone, never looking at me. When we finally stopped for a break, I could feel perspiration beading on my skin and drank all my water as quickly, if not quicker, than my first drink.

Heather finished her drink and told me she was going to get another. I went with her and got another cup of water, which I drank quickly, and got a refill. I asked her where the bathrooms were. Heather pointed to a hallway at the side of the room and told me that was where the bathrooms were. She told me she was going to walk around and see if anybody captured her attention. I told her good luck and stayed in the kitchen nursing my water.

I was hoping to see the woman again, but she never reappeared in the kitchen. I stayed there for about twenty minutes, drinking yet another water, just watching partiers come and go after getting a fresh drink. I finally had to admit defeat in my pursuit of seeing the woman, and admit I needed to pee.

When I made my way to where the bathrooms were, there was a long line of women waiting to use the bathroom. I groaned and stood at the end of the line hoping I could hold my need long enough to reach the bathroom. I was about halfway in line to the bathroom when a soft touch on my arm made me turn my head, and I was face to face with the woman that had so stunned me earlier.

She smiled at me, "Lilith follow me, please. I know somewhere that will be quicker for you to relieve yourself."

She took ahold of my hand, gently pulling me out of the line.

I said, "I hope so because if I have to get in line again, I will not make it to the bathroom."

She snickered, "I promise it will be much quicker. I need to pee also."

She led me out of the sorority house, and we walked to the side of the building.

"We're going to pee outside?" I asked, concerned. I was not comfortable with the thought of peeing outside, especially with another person close by.

"Yes, but it is nearly impossible to be seen unless you are where we are going to be."

As we went around the side of the building there was a hedge that began at the end of the house and went out from the building about three feet and then ran parallel to the length of the house to a fence that led to the backyard space. The hedge was about six feet high, well maintained, and, to me, looked solid with no entrance I could see. We walked, still hand in hand, about two-thirds the length of the hedgerow when we came up to a narrow, less dense spot in the wall of hedges.

She turned sideways, her hand still holding mine, pulling me to follow her, and stepped sideway through the hedge. I followed her, brushing against the hedge both front and behind as it wasn't really an opening but just a spot one could fairly easily push themselves through. She guided me as we walked back the way we came, but in between the house and the hedgerow.

When we got to about halfway back, she let go of my hand, smiled at me, and said, "See no one will see us and we can piss in nature's bathroom."

The moon was full tonight and now it was high enough in the sky we could easily see each other in detail within the hedgerow. She was smiling at me.

I looked at her and said, "We can see each other quite well in the moonlight. I am not sure I want to do this."

"Well, you can always go back to the waiting line for the bathroom. I am peeing here."

I groaned, "There is no way I could hold it that long now. So how are we going to do this?"

"What I usually do is get my panties out of the way, and then pee," she said, laughing.

I couldn't not laugh at her answer, "Well, I know that part, but do we squat or what. And we are going see each other in this light."

"You have never seen another woman pee?"

"Yes, but that was using a toilet, which gives some coverage, here we will bare ourselves for all to see."

"It's just you and me. I am comfortable if you happen to see my vulva. We all have one, and they are all the same, basically."

I could feel that I had a strong, full blush from my waist up to my face. I hoped it was not noticeable in the moonlight.

"So, do we just squat?"

"I lean against the building with my legs spread apart, to avoid splashes, with my legs in a ninety-degree angle at the knee, pushing my body against the house. It does give your legs a bit of a workout holding your body against the house. So, you get a short workout on your legs while you pee. Feel free to squat if you want to. I don't because I don't to get any splash back on me."

With that she reached under her dress and pulled her panties down to her feet, picked them up and put the panties inside her rather large over the shoulder purse. Then she pulled her skirt up in the back, leaned against the building and pulled the front of her skirt up so she was naked from the waist down. She had no pubic hair. Her vulva was glistening in the moonlight. I wasn't sure if it was the first sign of urine, or if she was aroused and producing lubricating fluid. Then, suddenly, her stream of urine began to flow. I looked at this sight for a moment, mesmerized by the beauty of her naked pubic area now in full display. She looked up at me, knowing I was looking intensely as she peed, and smiled at me. That shook me out of my reveling at the sight.

I mumbled, "Sorry." as I positioned myself against the building, pulling my panties to my knees and my urine began flowing almost immediately. I sighed, loudly. It felt so good to at last pee.

I glanced over at her, and she was looking at my vulva as my urine flowed. Her eyes came up to mine, her smile still on her face, she said, "Nothing to be sorry about Lilith. I am looking at you just as you looked at me. Your vulva is pretty. I like your hair."

I smiled back at her, "Your vulva is pretty also. I like your no hair."

That made her laugh.

This is without a doubt the strangest thing I have ever done. Here I am with the lower half of my body naked and peeing next to another woman doing the same, all the while having a casual discussion concerning our individual vulvas and pubic hair, or none in her case. I had light tingles of arousal coming to life inside my body. This woman is like no one I have ever met. I have become curious about, and attracted to, this most unusual woman.

My urine flow finally began to ebb; my final drops of moisture almost fully stopped. My partner in peeing behind a hedgerow must have had to pee worse than me as her stream was still running full steam ahead. As my flow was completely finished her flow finally began to slow. I pushed myself up the wall of the building, I realized she was right that peeing like we did does give your legs a bit of a workout as they hold you up while you peed.

I started to pull my panties back up and she said, "Wait, I am almost done, and I have some tissues we can dry ourselves with."

Leaning against the building, now standing, I stopped pulling up my panties. My skirt was now back to its intended position, my nakedness over.

After a few more moments her flow finished, and she pushed herself to a standing position. She, however, still held her skirt against her abdomen. She reached into her purse and came out with a handful of tissues.

She looked at me, mischief was visible in her eyes, "I want to dry you, you can dry me. Strictly business though. Just drying each other off. But it does give us an opportunity to feel the other's body, even if it is just to dry us. Would you like to do that?"

I just nodded. I was in shock at her suggestion. At the same time, I don't think there was anything in the world I would rather do than dry her vulva.

She handed me some tissues; she kept some for herself, returning the extra to her purse. She reached over and lifted my skirt up as I spread my legs to give her better access. She put her hands between my trembling legs, and as promised, she diligently, efficiently dried my vulva. She pressed the tissue against my labia, capturing any moisture, then lightly dabbed the tissue slightly inside my labia to catch what moisture she could without intruding any further into my vagina. She surprised me by pulling up my panties and caressingly placing them into position.

I smiled at her, "Thank you." Then I proceeded to do the same to her. Touching her vulva, even for non-sexual reasons, started my body to produce fluid as I was tingling strongly from the idea of touching her, even if there were tissues between my hands and her vulva.

As I finished, I asked her, 'No panties?"

She giggled, "Nope, I am done with them for tonight."

I chuckled at her comment, "You better be careful, or you will end up flashing people your body."

Her dark eyes looked onto mine and she softly said, "Oh I will be. There is only one woman I will flash tonight and that, Lilith, is you."

I felt my blush rise again, and my body began to tremble again, stronger than earlier, from her statement.

"How do you know my name?"

"Heather told me."

"You talked to Heather about me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Well, I was stunned by a beautiful woman I saw briefly when I was getting a drink earlier this evening. I wondered who this amazing woman was, and I wanted to find out more about her. I discreetly watched her from a distance, some might say I stalked her, but that term has a very negative connotation associated with it. I had no sinister intentions towards this woman, I just wanted to know more about this woman who had so captivated me this evening.

"I watched as she danced with her friend, at least I hoped it was just her friend. They danced together for quite a while before they each went their different ways. I approached her friend, named Heather, and asked her if I could talk to her for a moment.

"Heather smiled at me and said sure. The first thing I asked was if she and you were together as a couple. She replied no, just best friends. So, I asked her what this woman's name was. I was told her name was Lilith, a name I like. Then I asked Heather the most important question, in my mind, if you were gay. She gave me a big smile, nodded, and asked me if I was gay. I told her yes.

"Heather then told me I should try to get together with you, because she guessed that I was the woman that had enthralled her friend earlier, and that, her words, you needed someone to be with. She said you had been alone for too long."

I said, a bit tersely, "Heather has a big mouth. I never saw you looking at me."

"That's because I am discreet when I stalk someone. I don't stand there looking like a very cute woman who had just been slapped," she said with a smile.

"There is a reason I stood there looking like I had just been slapped. It is because I was a very cute, thank you by the way, woman who had just been slapped, hard, metaphorically, by the vision of you. I am serious. I have never reacted that way before. You are the singular most alluring woman I have ever met."

She smiled even more broadly, and softly said, "I hope I meet your first impression."

"You might not be able to because I was utterly gobsmacked by that first vision of you."

She giggled softly, "A high bar I will admit. I will make every effort to be that woman you first saw. And Lilith, I believe you are misconstruing Heather's thoughts. She said what she said in a caring way. She cares for you deeply. She just wants you to be happy. So, yes, maybe she was a little loose with her thoughts and wishes for you, but it was out of love."

Contritely I said, "I am sure you are right. We have been best friends since we met in middle school. We do love each other. But she is more outgoing than me, and sometimes she says more than she should. I do have to admit, however, if she does, she does it out of love. Now I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"What the hell is your name, pray tell?"

She laughed, loud and freely, "Esen."

"I have never heard that name before. How do you spell it?"

"M, O, O, N, spells Esen."

Her reply confused me for a second, and then I began to laugh, hard, as I caught her reference.

Esen joined me laughing.

The strangest night I had ever experienced continued. I am hiding behind a hedgerow, having shared peeing with another woman, that I had just met nonetheless, and now we are laughing together as hard as I have laughed in a very long time. Weirdness abounding. I am enthralled by this woman. This may be the strangest night I have experienced, but it is already one of the best nights of my life.

As we finally quieted down, our laughing slowly fading Esen said, "It is spelled E, S, E, N, Esen. It is a Turkish name. My grandparents immigrated to America about seventy years ago. My name is a fairly common name in Turkey. Esen means 'the wind'."

"I like it. Lilith means 'belonging to the night'. In Jewish folklore she was Adam's first wife. She was made from the same Earth as Adam was. She declared she was equal to Adam and refused to lie under him, which resulted in her banishment from Eden. There is more, but it is dark, and I try not to think of that part."

"Will you share it with me?"

"Maybe, later. Like I said the rest is a dark tale."

"Ooh, I am intrigued. Are you Jewish?"

"No. My mother just liked the name. I looked up the meaning when I was a young teenager and while I like the part of her saying she was equal to the male and refused to lie beneath him, but what comes after her banishment bothered me immensely for a while. For a while I hated my name, but I came to realize it was just ancient folklore and that it had nothing to do with me. I would be judged by my actions, not by my name."

Esen looked at me, smiled, "I agree. Whatever mythology surrounds your name is just that, myth. You make who you are. Okay, serious shit done, on to more fun. Let's get out of this damn hedgerow, we have the rest of the night to enjoy."

I smiled, and nodded in agreement, but I had to ask, "You are a lesbian, correct?"

Esen smiled at me, leaned her head down and softly kissed me, "The answer is yes."

I moaned softly when her lips left mine, "I just wanted to confirm. Kind of stupid considering what all has gone on before."

"Trust but verify. Always a good move."

Esen took a hold of my hand and led us back to part of the hedgerow where we had entered and led us out. I felt something fall into my dress's cleavage. We walked to the front corner of the house, hand in hand.

Most assuredly something had fallen into my dress, I felt it rubbing against my left breast, "Crap, something fell into my dress as we came out of the hedge."

Esen snickered, "Would you like me to see if I can find it for you?"

I snorted, then laughed, "Thank you, but I am sure I can find it myself. I don't know how I would react to your hand within my dress exploring my chest."

Esen giggled, and said, "Stay here, I need to go back into the house for moment. I will be back soon, and then you can take me to where you live where we can continue our night. Is that okay?"

I smiled broadly, "I would like to do that very much!"

Esen returned my smile with one of hers, and gave me another soft, body trembling, kiss.

She turned and walked swiftly to the front entrance of the sorority house.

As I stood there waiting, I put my hand inside my dress and searched for whatever had fallen into it. I found it quickly, as it had been scratching the underside of my left breast. It was a small twig with a couple of leaves attached to it. I pulled my hand back outside of my dress, gave the intruding twig a cursory look and dropped it to land in the grass. I hoped no one saw me feeling myself up trying to find my little intruder.

A strong gust of wind hit me. I looked up to the sky and saw some dark, threatening, looking clouds to the west. The forecast of stormy weather was correct. As I looked at them, I saw several bolts of lightning occur. The storm was far enough away that the thunder was muted, but audible.

I stood watching the light show waiting for Esen to return. Another strong blast of wind hit me. It appeared that it was going to be a dark and stormy night. I snickered to myself for thinking of that often-quoted line as an example of overly melodramatic writing. It did, however, seem to be an apt description of what might lay ahead for the night.

As I stood watching the display of the forces of nature at work Esen quickly walked pass me, turning left, back to the side of the building we had used as a toilet, saying "Follow me!"

I turned and began to walk quickly behind her. She had flat sandals on and, even with just the kitten heels I was wearing, I struggled to keep up with her stride. I felt like the younger sister trying to keep up with an older sister and not being very successful.

I caught up with Esen as she opened the gate to the rear of the house. As she opened the gate another strong gust of wind hit us, and the hem of her dress rose in the air giving me a quick view of her very nice bare ass.

She was holding the gate open and was waving her arm for me to keep on going. I continued walking past her, she turned and closed the gate, then quickly overtook me with her long strides. As I followed her as best as I could she came to another gate at the end of the backyard, opened it and waved me through again.

I stopped as she closed the gate. We were at the edge of a large parking area for the fraternities and sororities on the block. Esen started off again, waving her arm for me to follow. I was able to keep up her, for the most part, being on flat, smooth asphalt. She finally stopped by a small deep blue car.

"Get in!" as she was standing by the driver's door another strong gust of wind came through the parking lot and this time her hem blew up, I got to see a quick view of her naked pubic region.

I hopped into the passenger seat as Esen sat in the driver's seat.

I looked at her, and asked, "Why the hurry?"

Esen chuckled, "I stole the last of the best whiskey they had," waggling her eyebrows.

I snickered and shook my head.

"How do I get to your place?"

"Why are we going to my place anyway?"

She pulled out the parking space and drove to the exit, much faster than I felt was necessary.

She stopped at the exit, looked over at me, saw my discomfort, and said, "This car is small, so even slower speeds seem to be faster than they really are. So which way?"

"Turn left, then right on Greek Avenue. So, why my place?" I asked as I sank into the car seat as Esen sped out of the lot.

She stayed quiet until she turned right at the intersection, and said, "Well, I am one of those better-than-you, stuck-up sorority bitches, so my room would be loud and possibly have intruders stumble into it."

"Oh, fuck. I am going to have to kill Heather. I am sorry I said that about sorority women."

Esen laughed, "No need to apologize. While somewhat stereotypical, your description is not completely inaccurate. So, we are going to your place for privacy while you drive me to those multiple orgasms I am looking forward to."

"Fuck!" I said loudly, blushing furiously, "I am really going to have to kill my best friend. What a big mouth she has."

Esen laughed loudly, "Don't be mad at Heather. But first, where am I going now?"

"Turn left at the light on Lind Avenue, then right two blocks later, Seventeenth Street. Why shouldn't I be pissed at my big-mouthed friend?"

"Because I asked her if you two would be interested in joining our sorority. Heather said she was, but that you had some strong feelings considering sororities. I asked what feelings, so she shared your conversation from earlier this evening. Now, she may have been a bit frank in her answer, but that was what I wanted."

We had reached the light at Lind Avenue and Esen flipped on her blinker, and since we had the green light, she turned on onto Lind, again at a seemingly, to me, too fast of a speed. But the car responded fine, no squealing tires, not even any leaning of the car as we turned.

Esen glanced at me again, "Lilith, this car is made to do this. It has a wide wheelbase and a low center of gravity, so it corners fantastically well. I might even let you get behind the wheel in the future. It really is fun to drive. Where now?"

"Slow down because we are almost there. In fact, here we are. Park wherever you can."

The was a parking space just pass my apartment building. Esen swerved into the space, too fast to me, but she parked the car just right in the space. I was beginning to think that this car could be fun to drive.

Esen said, "Let's get inside and I will continue telling you why you should not be mad at Heather."

"Wait for a moment, please," I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone.

"Who are you calling?"

"My soon to be departed best friend. I need to let her know I left, and I am at my apartment."

"No need, she already knows."

"What? How?"

Esen chuckled, "I saw her just before I liberated the bottle of whiskey and told her we were going to your apartment. She gave me a big smile and told me 'Have fun. I am happy for both of you. But treat her well, or you will have one pissed mama bear looking for you.'"

I laughed, "Now that sounds like my best friend. Let's get inside and you can talk me out of murdering my best friend."

We got out, and once we were both on the sidewalk, and had started walking to the building's door another gust of wind came down the street and, once again, Esen's skirt rose, giving me another view of her nakedness. I chuckled.

Esen giggled, "I told you I was going flash only you. I hope you have enjoyed it."

I laughed, "Quite."

As we walked up the stairs to my second-floor apartment I thought about tonight. As we had walked to the entrance to my apartment building, I had noticed the wind was now blowing constantly, and the gusts were becoming stronger by the minute. The storm building up outside seemed to be getting stronger quickly, it could become a dangerous storm. We got to my apartment's door, I unlocked it, pushing it open, "Just so you know I wasn't planning any visitors tonight, so it is a bit messy inside."

"That won't bother me at all. Unless it is really bad."

As we entered the apartment I flipped on the ceiling light and shut the door.

I tossed my purse onto the small kitchen island, and I turned to Esen, "Esen I am not trying to get rid of you, by any means, but this storm is acting like it might be quite nasty, do you want to get back to your room before it gets to us?"

Esen softly placed her large purse on the island, she looked at me, smiled, and said, "Why would I want to go back to my room? I wasn't planning to go back tonight anyway. If the storm gets bad my sisters will end up keeping as many people as they can from leaving after drinking and into a potentially dangerous storm to drive home in. So why would I want to be surrounded by a bunch of people I don't know, when I am where I have wanted to be since I caught you staring at me."

Another strong blush, "I was just checking."

"You know, for one of the proletariat, you seemingly appear to care about us aristocrats."

"OMG what the hell! Did Heather record our phone call and replay it back for you! You are going to have to be very convincing to stop me from terminating, with extreme prejudice, my best friend."

Esen laughed, and completely out of left field, asked me, "Where are your glasses?"

I pointed to a cupboard in the kitchen. Esen walked over to it, opened it, and said, "Great! You have just what we need."

She pulled down two glass tumblers I use as juice glasses and carefully placed a shot glass inside each tumbler. I know, why does a college freshman have shot glasses, you ask? The more pertinent question, I think, is what freshmen doesn't have at least one shot glass in their glasses inventory?

Esen headed out to the main room with the glasses in her hands, "Lilith, grab the bottle in my purse and join me in the lounge, please."

I chuckled, reached into her purse, retrieved the partially full bottle of whiskey, and followed her out to the main room.

She sat the glasses down on a coffee table in front of my couch. As I walked into tonight's 'lounge', she smiled at me, "Thank you. Can we have some music?"

I sat the bottle down on the coffee table, walked over to my TV, turned it on, tuned it to Spotify, and asked Esen what she liked to listen to.

"Show me your playlists."

I navigated to the screen with my numerous playlists. Esen sat looking at the listings for a couple of minutes, "How about the playlist named 'Calming'. What is like?"

"It's mostly soft, gentle, piano led, instrumental music. I listen to it a lot when I read or when I am doing homework."

"Sounds just right."

I started the playlist, turning the volume down a bit on the sound bar so it would be in the background but not loud enough to disrupt any conversation.

I walked over to the couch and sat beside Esen. I sat close but not touching her. I saw Esen had removed her sandals. I immediately removed mine from my feet and stretched out my legs, wiggling my hose ensconced toes, sighing softly.

Esen laughed softly, as she poured some whiskey in each of the tumblers, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Oh yeah."

"Okay, here's my plan. I will tell you all about my talk with Heather. I really don't want to be an accomplice in anybody's demise. And then you tell me the dark side of your name."

I snickered at her mention of being an accomplice, nodded to her, "Sounds good to me."

"The whiskey, while not specifically brewed for sipping, is of good enough caliber that we will consider it a sipping whiskey for this evening. So, first thing, we each take a sip, just a sip though."

We picked up our glasses, clinked them together, and I watched how much Esen sipped, not being an experienced whiskey drinker, and copied her. I immediately swallowed the drink, gave a little cough, as the whiskey burned down my throat to my stomach. The burn quickly became more of a warmth. Another little cough.

"Whoa, that burns."

Esen looked over at me, "I'm sorry, I didn't think to tell you to hold the whiskey in your mouth and roll it around to taste the underlying flavors of the drink. And, yes, the first drink can burn."

"The burn didn't last long; it is just a warmth in my throat and stomach now."

"Okay, let's take another sip. Remember hold it and swish it around in your mouth, and once you began to taste the underlying flavors then swallow."

We took a second sip. As directed, I held it and rolled it around in my mouth. I was surprised to find there were distinct flavors within the whiskey which became apparent as I rolled it in my mouth. Then I swallowed. This time the burn was much more subdued and the warmth from the whiskey radiated from my throat and stomach to the whole of my body.

"It tasted better this time. The burn was less, and the warmth was much more noticeable, and more throughout my body."

Esen smiled at me, "Kind of surprising isn't it. Most people don't realize the subtlety of flavor good whiskey has. Yeah, and the warmth within your body is quite pleasant."

I leaned over to Esen and gave her a soft, quick kiss, and said, "Thank you."

"You're welcome and thank you for a very nice kiss."

I smiled at her. "It seemed like I needed to kiss you in appreciation. Now spill the beans concerning your conversation with Heather."

"Okay. You know I am a member of the sorority. You know I am one of the 'stuck-up bitches'..."

I started to say I was sorry, again, but Esen held up her hand as a sign to stay quiet.

"I am one. Though I like to think I am just a young woman attending college who joined a sorority and that I am not stuck-up. It is obvious I come from a family of wealth. What college sophomore can afford a forty-thousand dollar sporty, wildly fun to drive, car? Not many.

"I am on the recruiting committee, and I am interested in recruiting people who may not be usually considered as 'sorority material'. When I talked with Heather about joining our sorority, she told me about the conversation you two had had earlier in the day.

"She is correct in saying that sororities are not like how they are often depicted in movies and other media. While some of what was depicted has been overstated, the sororities of times long ago were quite discriminating in who they wanted, or invited, to be a sister. But as the 70's and 80's came big changes began to happen.

"There was a big push to include more minority women, which was a much-needed change. More and more sororities began to offer scholarships, even grants, to get a broader spectrum of less income level people involved in the sorority world. While it is still dominated by people of wealth, it just goes with the territory unfortunately, those of less wealth are continuing to be recruited.

"Time for another sip."

We both took a sip of the whiskey, and Esen continued, "Now I actively look for those that may qualify for assistance, and those, much like you, that have a negative view of sororities. Why do I look for that type of recruit? I do because I believe we need that perspective within our sororities. We need that input to keep our perspectives grounded, so we don't get tied up with that 'better-than-you type of behavior. I feel my sorority is one of the better at doing this.

"Now why join a sorority? We fight for women's rights. We raise money to help those in need in our communities. Our members help other members with schooling. With our varied interests within all the members almost every discipline has someone that can help someone struggling in their course work. If someone is having personal problems, we have connections with professionals that can help them address and confront the problem. We are family.

"Lastly, I want you to know I pushed Heather to tell me about you once she told me you were not interested in belonging in a sorority. Heather was reluctant but I was insistent on learning your less than enthusiastic view of sororities. So please don't be mad at her. You can be mad at me, because I was the one that wanted to hear your thoughts. I told Heather the more I knew about you and your perspective, the more I might be able to convince you to, at least, consider joining our sorority. The more Heather opened up to me about you the more I felt we needed you as a member. It is my fault that Heather disclosed what you had told her. Plus, I was quite interested in the multiple orgasms you were offering to bring to a sorority girl."

She laughed when she said the last comment, smiled at me, waggled her eyebrows, and said "Time to sip again."

We both sipped again. Our glasses were now empty, so Esen poured more into our tumblers.

"Are you okay with Heather and myself now."

"Yeah. I was mainly just embarrassed that you heard my sexual comments concerning a sorority member. They were pretty crude, but then, I didn't think anyone other than Heather would hear them."

"They were some of the most important thoughts you had concerning sorority girls, in my opinion; and in my hopes," Esen replied, smiling and laughing as she said it.

I felt my blush blossom quickly across my body, putting my face in my hands.

Esen reached over, gently pulled my hands from my face, her dark eyes looking intensely into my eyes, gave me a soft kiss, and said, "I am being honest. I hoped that I would meet you, and that we would have a connection. I realize that my intrigue concerning you, how I felt when I first saw you, how much fun I had with you during our bathroom break, might not be the best reason to offer you an invitation to join our sorority. But, in my defense, the more I got to know you the more I knew I was right in inviting you. You will be an asset if you were to join."

My blush was full on, and her comments made my eyes water, no tears, but they were not far away, either.

I leaned into her and, this time, there was no soft kiss. I kissed her full of passion. I forced my tongue into her mouth, which to be honest did not require much force at all. We kissed passionately for several moments, and we both sighed loudly when we broke the kiss.

Esen sat back on the couch, "Wow."

This time I said, "Time to sip! Then it's my turn to disclose the dark side of my name."

We both sipped. I was becoming a fan of whiskey. The flavors within the liquid were becoming more distinct for me, and I enjoyed the taste of the combined flavors. The warmth it brings to my body is comforting and pleasurable. The intoxication aspect was secondary, but it was definitely an aspect of the enjoyment I had concerning whiskey.

"Okay, the dark side of my namesake. As you know she was created, like Adam, from the dirt of Earth. That she had decreed that she was equal to Adam and refused to lie beneath him. This caused a fracture between her and Adam, and she left Eden. It is commonly told that a group of Angels, the number of which varies depending on which mythology you read, came to her and tried to make her come back to Eden, but she refused because she would have to be subservient to Adam.

"Due to her refusal, she became a demon of the night. Over time, and again depending on which mythology you read, she has many different aspects. The most common are she 'belongs to the night', she is responsible for stillbirths and infant deaths, she can create storms..."

As if to emphasize that, a long, low rumbling, thunderclap hit my apartment.

"Fuck!" Esen exclaimed.

I tried to give my best evil laugh, which was not very good, and said, in a low devilish tone, "Do you want me to continue Esen?"

Esen looked over at me when I said that. She saw I was smiling, and giggling, and started laughing herself. "You can be spooky when you try. That thunder scared the shit out of me. Here I am listening intently to your story and thunder comes when you mention storms. It made me jump."

"Oh, there's more. Lilith is often described as a succubus."

"Just what is a succubus? I have heard the term often, but I have never actually investigated what that term means."

"Generally, a succubus is described as a seductive female demon who visits men and seduces them in their dreams. Eventually they appear in the night in a physical form and take the sperm of the man. This stealing of sperm causes physical and mental deterioration to the man, and if the sexual activity continues for over a protracted time frame, it kills the man.

"In more recent times it has become believed that a succubus can also visit females. When a succubus visits a female, their purpose is to instill a feeling of a women's power and equality, and to explore sexuality and passion with a female. Which is a much more desirous interpretation of what a succubus can be for me, why is obvious. Time to sip!"

Esen laughed, we both sipped, and she said, "I agree with you concerning a succubus visiting a female, it is a much nicer encounter. Why is Lilith thought to be responsible for fetus deaths and infant deaths?"

"In some versions of Lilith's mythology, she was pregnant when she left, or was banished from, Eden. She bore children, Adam obviously the father. The Angels who tried to get Lilith to return to Eden killed her children, as demon spawn. So, in retaliation, Lilith causes stillbirths and infant deaths."

Esen took her last sip of whiskey and said, "You were not kidding when you said your name has a dark side, wow."

I sipped the last of my whiskey, looked into her eyes intensely, "So be sure not to piss me off. I can be one bad scooter!", I said, with a smirk on my lips.

Esen laughed, "Believe me, I will remember."

"Okay, all conversation topics have been covered. Now what?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

Esen laughed, "For me? Peeing. Where is the bathroom?"

"The door on the right side of the hallway."

While Esen was in the bathroom, I looked out the windows and by the actions of the trees the wind had increased dramatically. The lightning was closer and occurring with greater frequency. The thunder was almost continually heard, but was still fairly faint, other than the one that had loudly rumbled earlier. The storm was increasing in intensity. It looked like this was going to be a serious, possibly damaging, storm.

Esen came to stand beside me, also looking out the window.

"My turn to pee. This storm looks like it is going to be nasty."

I turned and walked to the bathroom.

When I came out the lights in the front room were off. A shaft of light shone from the bedroom door. I walked to the bedroom and saw that Esen had turned the bedding down to the foot of the bed. I saw the whiskey bottle sitting on the right-side night table with two filled shot glasses and Esen standing beside the table, smiling.

"My, you have been a busy little beaver while I was in the bathroom."

She nodded, giggling. With the fingers of her left hand, she gave me the sign to come here. As I approached her, standing silently, she turned and picked up both shot glasses, holding them until I was next to her. She handed my one of the shot glasses, smiled, and said, "This will burn. No holding it in your mouth. Straight to your gullet. Okay?"

I nodded.

Esen said, "On the count of three. One, two, three!"

We both swallowed the shot straight to our throats, and down to our stomach. She was right, it burned. I shook my head as the whiskey flowed to my stomach.

"Wow. That's a whole new sensation."

"Bad?" Esen asked, looking concerned at me.

"No, just different. It burned like you said, and it almost immediately levelled up my intoxication level. Not drunk but nicely buzzed."

She took the glass from my hand, placed them both back on the night table, and turned to me, her dark eyes intensely looking at mine as she leaned in and gave me a passionate, lustful kiss. Our tongues were busily exploring each other's mouth. The taste of our recent whiskey drink was strong on my tongue from her mouth as we kissed.

We both moaned when we broke our kiss. I gave Esen a broad smile, "I quite enjoyed that."

She giggled, "That was the intended result."

I turned away from her, her hand reached out, she asked, "Where are you going?"

I turned my head back to see her face, I smiled at her, "I am going to turn off the ceiling light. Please turn on the lamp on the table. I will turn on the lamp on the other table."

As I got to the light and turned the overhead light off, a soft spot of light shown from the lamp Esen had turned on. I walked over to the table on the left side of the bed and turned the lamp on. I quickly walked back around the other side of the bed and when I was close enough, I leapt into Esen's open arms. I almost knocked her and me to the floor as she was not at all prepared for my unexpected leap.

But she stayed upright, her arms tight around me, my legs wrapped around her waist. She started giggling, and said, "What the hell was that all about?"

"My whiskey-laden brain thought it would be a cute thing to do. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Not at all, just surprised me."

She leaned into me again and we kissed passionately, my arms and legs wrapped around her, pulling me as tightly against her body as I could. We stood there, her holding me up, tightly embraced, kissing each other hard for several minutes.

When we finally broke our kiss, I moaned loudly. Esen laughed, "I have to admit your little leap into my arms was an endearing, and cute, thing to do. Kiss me again, plea..."

She never got that last word fully out of her mouth as I pressed my mouth hard against hers. Again, we stood, her holding me, me with my arms and legs wrapped tightly around her body, our mouths and tongues once again in a passionate, lustful kiss. I had never done anything like this before. I was overwhelmed with emotions coursing through my body as I held Esen as tightly as I could, her standing there holding me in the air. I could feel her warmth against me. I felt her body slightly trembling, as mine was. Our chests were moving back and forth against each other as we breathed. I don't think I have ever felt as protected, and cared for, as I did as she held me; here, now, in this moment of time.

When we finally stopped our kisses this time, I said, "I should get down. You have had to hold me enough."

"I enjoyed it."

I unwrapped my legs from around Esen and slowly slid down her body until I was once again standing on my own feet. I hugged her tightly, my head laying on her shoulder, as she returned my embrace. We stood, our breathing calming, holding each other tightly for a few moments.

Esen gently pushed me away from her. I looked up into her eyes, my eyes watering a bit from the emotions I was feeling, no tears though. She smiled at me, her hands going to the straps on her dress and held the ends of the straps out, and said, quietly, "Hold these please."

I reached out and took ahold of the strap ends she was holding. Once I had a hold of the straps, she grabbed the other strap ends and pulled them, untying the straps, her dress falling loosely to just below her breasts. She pushed her dress down past her hips and let it fall to the floor. I looked at her body, her breasts encased in a black lace strapless bra, the rest of her body naked. She reached around her body and unclasped her bra, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped out of her dress pooled at her feet and kicked the dress and bra away from where she stood.

I gasped as I saw her entirely naked for the first time. A strong wind hit the building, making the windows rattle slightly, as I drank in the beauty of her body. Her darker skin seemed to absorb the light hitting it, then reflecting it back out, her skin shining in the dim light.

She was fit. Her muscularity was obvious. While her muscles were more defined than mine, they were not bulging but visible just under the smooth, soft skin that encased them. Her torso was less curved than mine, just a slight curve inward from her ribs to her hips. Her legs were beautiful, smooth but her muscles were again more defined than mine.

She stood quiet and still, as she let me look at her body, a slight smile on her lips. Her breasts were bigger than mine, by maybe a half, dark large areolas capped with thick nipples, which were slightly extended.

"Esen your body is wonderous, so beautiful."

She smiled at me, "Thank you. You need to turn around now, please."

I smiled back at her and turned so my back faced her. I felt her hands on the back of my dress, then the zipper began to slowly descend until it reached its destination. Once there she gently began pushing my dress up my body. I lifted my arms as she pushed the dress up and over my head. Once it was over my head, I withdrew my arms from inside the dress. Esen stood behind me holding my dress in her arms. I turned around, facing her. She smiled at me, "No bra, I thought so. Lilith what do you want to do with your dress."

I didn't care at all, "Toss it aside."

Esen giggled and tossed it gently in the air to land where gravity decided it should. She took a step toward me, knelt in front of me, and hooking her fingers in my panties she gently, slowly, pulled them down my legs. With my panties pooled at my feet she leaned into me, her nose in my pubic hair just above where my vulva started. I heard her take in a deep breath as she inhaled, my scent- saturated, air.

She reached down and lifted my foot, pulling the panties away, then gently put it down on the floor. She did the same with my other foot and carelessly tossed my panties aside. She pulled her head away from my pubic hair and looked at my body as I had done with hers. She took in the whole of my almost naked body. She sighed.

I let her stare for a few moments, then I reached down to start removing my stockings.

Esen said, "Leave them on. They will eventually come off, but I want to feel your hose encased legs touch my skin."

I snickered, "As you wish."

Still kneeling she put her hands on my hips and turned my body, so I was standing sideways to her. I did not know why, but I soon found out. As she began to stand her arm went behind my knees, her other was wrapped around my torso, just below my shoulder blades, so as she stood up, she cradled my body, lifting me off the floor.

I looked at Esen with surprise, as she held me off the floor. My arm instinctively went around her shoulders as she carried me, seemingly effortlessly, towards the bed.

Once she was next to the bed, she tossed me into the air toward the bed. As I wafted through the air towards the bed, squealing like a five-year-old girl, Esen laughing, a lightning bolt brightly illuminated the bedroom. Like when a flashbulb goes off the image imprints in your mind, in black and white. So, the memory of that moment in my mind was, me suspended in mid-air mouth-open squealing, as Esen laughed, her merriment obvious in her eyes and on her face.

My body fell onto the mattress with Esen quickly climbing onto the bed, pushing my legs apart and laying her body on me. As she settled on top of me, still laughing, leaning in to give me a kiss, the thunder from that lightning strike boomed loudly, rattling the walls of the building.

After Esen pulled back from her light kiss, I looked at her, "What was that all about?"

"Well, my whiskey-laden brain thought it would be a cute thing to do," she replied, laughing.

I started laughing, "Touche."

Esen leaned into me again, this time giving me a passionate, tongue dancing, kiss. My arms wrapped around her shoulders, my legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against my body.

Our kiss ended, Esen whispered into my ear, "I love the feel of your hose clothed legs against my body."

I whispered back, "I love the feel of your naked body against my naked body."

Esen moved her head back so she could give me another passion-filled kiss. Our tongues played with each other's; I could feel her nipples pushing against my skin as mine were pushing into hers. Our hips slowly, softly, undulating against each of our body's.

Esen broke her kiss, a soft moan from me, then kissed her way to my ear. She sucked on my earlobe, sending tingles throughout my body, for a few moments. Then her tongue playfully licked my ear, even a little intrusion into my ear canal. More tingles.

She began to kiss her way down my neck, as I leaned my head back, offering her easier access to my kisses-hungry neck. Kisses and licks down the length of my neck, then along my collar bone, a quick stop at the gap between the collar bones.

She kissed, licked, and sucked the gap for a bit of time and then started moving down my chest, kissing and licking her way to my breasts. Her right hand was groping my left breast. Rolling my fully extended nipple between her fingers. Adding pinches and pulling of my nipple, sending strong tingles throughout my body, my brain, and especially to my vulva.

As her mouth enveloped the nipple, her tongue flicking against the engorged nipple, I moaned loudly. My back arching, my hand pushing on the back of her head, both working to press my breasts ever more firmly against her mouth and fingers.

As Esen was manipulating my nipples the strength of the wind increased. It was now a constantly underlying noise, as it battered the brick, wood, and glass of the building, in a futile, I hoped, effort to knock the building down, out of its journey's way.

Another flash, the image of Esen's mouth and hand on my breasts frozen in time imprinted in my memory. Shortly after the flash the thunderbolt boomed, rattling the building structure. Rain had begun falling, becoming more and more intense. The storm, as my and Esen's passion, had jumped to a new level in intensity.

My moans were also growing in strength as Esen continued to lavish my breasts. My hips now moving against her abdomen as she moved her mouth to my other breast, her left hand taking over groping my wetted breast.

Another flash, the memory, a mirror image of the earlier one.

Esen's hand had stealthily moved down to my vulva. As her hand pressed against it, I cried out, the thunderclap arriving at the same instance.

Esen moved her hand against my vulva. Gently rubbing the labia, and sliding a finger along my slit, no intrusion, just skimming against the inner labia. My hips were humping against her abdomen in an increasing frequency and need.

Her mouth released my left breast with a wet plop sound and began a journey of kisses and licks down my abdomen. As she continued sliding down my body to my vulva her hand left my vulva and resumed its groping on the breast her mouth had recently vacated. Moans, and other soft vocalizations, were continually issuing from my mouth.

As she approached my pelvic region, her nose furrowing through my pubic hair, my body was beginning to quiver in arousal and expectation. Her hands continuing their groping of my oh so sensitive breasts.

Esen's tongue gently licked the length of my slit; my quivers immediately increased in frequency and intensity. I moaned loudly.

A flash, the image of Esen's head between my legs, her outstretched arms with her hands on my breasts, her eyes looking intensely at mine, imprinted. The thunder cracked loudly, almost simultaneously as the lightning strike. The heart of the storm was close. The sound of torrential, wind-driven rain pummeling against the building, especially against the glass of the windows, added its voice to the chorus of the storm. The forces of nature were bearing their attention upon the town as they traveled across the landscape.

My breathing was now rapid and shallow, my quivers were now strong trembling all through my body, a sheen of sweat was appearing upon my body, my mouth crying out oohs and aahs and moans constantly as Esen continued exploring my vulva. She was now using her flatten tongue to lick the length of my slit, with the occasional intrusions into my vagina, and flicks on my clit.

Her hands abandoned my breasts and joined her mouth between my shuddering legs. Her hands lay on each side of my vulva, pulling the labia apart, fully opening the pink interior of my vulva. Her tongue pressing hard against that sensitive flesh, with the occasional stiff tongue intrusion into my vagina. She was having to continually reorient her mouth as my hips were undulating rapidly against her face, my body racing toward an orgasm.

Flash... Boom; a finger pressed inside my vagina, her mouth encapsulating my clit within it, sucking, licking, and pressing her tongue strongly against it.

Flash... Boom; a second finger joined in moving back and forth within my vagina, my clit continued to be sucked and licked. My orgasm was beginning to arrive, radiating outwards from vagina to throughout my body.

Flash.. Crack; I cried out loudly, my body quaking, my vagina releasing more and more fluid, my hips rapidly humping themselves against Esen's head as she continued fucking me with two fingers and strongly sucking on my clit. My orgasm blossomed to fullness. I screamed, which in normal times would have been quite loud, it was almost quenched by the sounds of the storm lashing against my apartment.

Esen continued, pushing me to a stronger orgasm that I could feel building within my body, even as I was in the throes of an ongoing orgasm.

Flash.. Boom; Esen increased the speed and force of her fingers within my vagina; she had removed her mouth from my clit and her other hand fingers were now rapidly rubbing and pressing firmly against my clit. I was reduced to just crying out unintelligible sounds as my body was reaching the new, higher plateau of orgasm.

It hit me. Beads of sweat appeared on my body, another nearly unheard scream, my body shaking violently, my back ached off the bed.

Esen continued, I screamed as loud as I could, "Stop! Please stop!"

Flash.. Boom; Esen must have heard my cries as she slowed her fingers in my vagina, and removed her fingers from my clit, moving that hand to my back to help stabilize my arched body, and to help me slowly return my body to the mattress.

As my body lowered back to the bed, Esen stopped moving her fingers in my vagina and slowly withdrew them to reduce the shock of instant removal. My chest was heaving in an effort to get enough air into my lungs, my body convulsing strongly.

Flash.. Crack; I saw Esen starting to come back up my body, my arms began to flail wildly trying to get a hold of her body, as a drowning person trying to get hold of a ring buoy thrown into the water.

My hands finally got a purchase of Esen, and I desperately pulled her up and onto my body. Once she was near enough, I pulled her tightly against my body, wrapping my arms and legs around her as strongly as my decimated body could.

Flash.. Crack; The image, our two naked bodies intertwined together as Esen held me tight as I was slowly recovering from my orgasms. Our foreheads touching, our eyes locked onto the other's, my body still shivering, beads of sweat slowly falling from my body and onto the fitted sheet. My breath becoming normal as we lay, our legs and arms wrapped around each other.

Esen spoke a bit loud, she had to due to the sounds of the coming from the storm battering the building, and even speaking loudly it was like a soft, barely more than a whisper, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, pulled her incrementally tighter to my body, "I am. That was wonderful. It will be your turn soon. I need to relax a bit longer. But then, hang on!"

Flash.. Crack; We laid silent, our bodies still tightly embraced, forehead to forehead, for a few more minutes, as my body was nearing full recovery. Esen wiggled herself free from my clutches, giggling, she spoke again, "I am going get us both a glass of water. I will be right back," as I reluctantly loosened my hold on her body to allow her to get up from the bed.

Flash.. Boom; The image, as she walked away her naked backside illuminated by the flash of lightning, she jumped slightly as the thunderclap roared in response. Her smooth darker skin, with the muscularity visible underlying her skin, and then there was her butt. Her full, firm, fantastic butt was a wonderful sight in the flash of illumination. My body tingled at the sight of her butt, supported by a pair of enviously shaped, athletic legs.

Flash.. Crack; Esen returned, her elegant, irresistible naked front illuminated, imprinted in my mind as I watched her walking back into the bedroom. Her quietly beautiful face, her desire inducing breasts, slightly swaying as she walked toward the bed, her naked mons pubis and the hint of her vulva just below, again supported by those legs. She held two glasses of water, along with a small plastic container of a clear liquid, in her hands, a towel draped on her right shoulder.

Flash.. Boom; I had sat up on the edge of the bed while she was gone and had filled our shot glasses with another serving of whiskey. Her smile broadened as she saw the shot glasses filled with brown liquid. She came to me, "Please take the plastic container from my hands."

I reached up to her hands grasping the container. Her thumbs and index fingers were wrapped around the water glasses while her other three fingers held the container against the glasses. She loosened her fingers that were pressed against it, holding it against the glasses, allowing me to carefully hold on to it as her fingers released it and wrapped themselves around the glasses of water.

Flash.. Crack; Esen placed the water glasses on the night table, while I looked curiously at the container of clear fluid, as bright illumination filled the room from the lightning strike. It was one of those travel size fluid containers with a flip cap. The thunderclap hit as Esen, a small hop in response, took the container from my hand and placed it on the night table.

I looked up at her, "What is that?''

She smiled at me, "Soon. First you need to drink some water." Handing me one of the glasses. She was right, I needed hydration, and I drank about half the glass in two swallows. Oh, it tasted so good. I placed it on the table; Esen had taken a normal drink of her water.

As she knelt in front of me, she handed me the towel, "Here, towel off the sweat from your hair and body."

As I started to dry myself, she began to slowly pull my hose off my leg, her nails lightly scraping my skin as she pushed the hose down to my foot. The touch of her nails against my skin caused little trembles to run through my body and reignited my arousal. Esen giggled as she felt my light trembling as she removed my hose. Once it was pooled at my foot, she gently lifted my foot and tossed the hose over her shoulder. She repeated the procedure on my other leg. I was sitting fully naked as she knelt before me

Flash.. Boom; The image, my intimate parts were on display to her, a small smile creased her face as she looked between my legs, before raising her eyes to look into mine. Her eyes showed desire and caring all at the same time. I felt my blush grow from my waist to my face. I had finished drying the top half of my body and began to dry my waist, heading to my legs, when Esen shook her head and took the towel from me. She lifted one leg, placing my foot on her shoulder as she slowly, gently dried my leg, she split time with her eyes looking into mine, and looking at my vulva, now lewdly on display. Once that leg was dried, she repeated the process on my other leg. She gently placed my leg on the floor, tossed the towel over her shoulder, leaned in and gave my clit a soft kiss. I gasped; she giggled.

She stood up, grabbed the glass I had drunk from earlier, handed to me, "Drink some more please."

I drank about half of what left in the glass and Esen took the glass from me when I was done, smiled at me, "Good girl!".

This started us both laughing. Esen took a drink from her glass, setting back it on the table and sat next to me on the bed.

I looked at her, "What is in the container?"

She chuckled, "My, my, you are just a curious little kitten, aren't we."

"Meow."

We both giggled, and Esen said, "First whiskey, then I will tell you."

I handed her a shot glass, and grabbed the other, looked over at Esen, moving my glass toward her, which we clinked together.

Flash.. Boom; The image, the both of us tossing back a shot of whiskey placed itself in my mind. The thunder followed slightly quicker than it had been doing. The heart of the storm was close.

Esen handed her shot glass back to me, I placed them back on the night table. I looked at her, "Okay whiskey drunk, now what the hell is in the container?"

Esen giggled a bit, then she coyly looked into my eyes, "I wanted to ply you with liquor before I made my confession."

"What confession?"

She hesitated for just a moment, sighed, "I know you said it was my turn next, and I have a request concerning my turn."

"Okay, what is your request?"

Another nervous giggle and sigh, "I like anal play. I would like you to finger my ass. I know it is not everybody's thing, and I will understand if you say no."

Flash. Crack; The image of the nervousness and awkwardness obvious on Esen's face, and then a loud thunderclap, which made both of us jump, even quicker after the lightning than the last time.

"Well, I have never done anything with anyone's asshole. Do you really enjoy been fingered in your ass?"

Her head was looking down at her hands laying in her lap, slightly nodded, and softly said, "I do. My body reacts strongly, in a pleasurable way, when my asshole is penetrated."

I reached over and put my hand on her chin, lifting her head and turning it to look at my face. "Esen if you enjoy it, I am willing to try it. As I said, I have never done anything like this so you will have to tell me how and what to do. If I find that I have any problem with it, I will tell you and you have to agree that we stop."

Flash. Crack; The image, of the relief on her face, and tears forming, dropping onto her cheeks now in my memory. She opened her mouth but before she could say anything the thunderclap roared. I reached over, wiped the tears from her cheek, and gave her as sincere and accepting smile as I could.

She beamed a smile my way, grabbed my shoulders, turning my body toward her and hugged me tightly for several moments.

"Oh, Lilith, if it causes you any discomfort we will stop immediately, I promise."

I gave her a gentle kiss, "So, anal play is on the table now. I assume the container is a lube of some sort?"

She giggled, "Yes, it is a water-based, edible lube. I don't think you want to drink it but if some should get in your mouth there's nothing to worry about. It's tasteless, just slick. Which dissipates quickly in your mouth."

"I've never done this before. You will need to tell me how and what to do."

Esen smiled and proceeded to give me the basics concerning prepping her and myself for anal sex.

"Esen, please, lay on the bed so I can ravish you."

"It will be my pleasure."

"That's the plan!"

As Esen began to lay on the bed, I drank the last of my water. I turned back to the bed. Esen was lying on her back naked on the bed.

Flash. Boom: The image of her dark skin against the light-colored bedsheets was sublime. An image of the beauty of a woman. Her curly hair framing her face, her eyes looking over at mine. Her breasts, smooth, firm mounds rising from her chest, her dark areolas, dark circles surrounding her aroused, prominent nipples. Her firm abdomen, with the underlying musculature visible but not overly defined, leading to her pelvis. Her shaven mons pubis mounding between her, slightly spread, legs. Her vulva was only partially visible, her outer labia flushed, standing guard over the intimate pink flesh within the slit centered between them. Her athletic legs stretching out from her hips, firm thighs slimming to her calves, to her ankles and feet.

I sighed, and gently laid my body on top of her, kissing her softly, as her arms wrapped around my back, pulling me tighter to her body. I knew she was already aroused, at least partially, so I my kissing her mouth was short-lived, before I began to kiss down her neck.

As I kissed and licked my way down her neck, I could feel her breathing beginning to become shallower and more rapid. I gave the gap between her collarbones, a wet flat tongue lick, a moan from Esen. I continued kissing and licking my way to her breasts, which my hands were already busy groping and squeezing. I started giving her right breast soft kisses and licks all over the breast, purposedly avoiding her areola and nipple. Esen moved her body in a futile effort to position her nipples where my tongue was licking.

As I had slid down to her breast a couple of lightning strikes, and their accompanying thunderclaps, occurred. The wind was blowing wildly, driving the heavy rain relentlessly hard against the windows. The cornucopia of sounds from the storm was, at times, almost overwhelming. The heart of this storm's fury was ever closer.

I acquiesced to Esen's need and desire for my mouth, lips, and tongue to engage with her nipple. I flicked it with my tongue. I pressed my flattened tongue firmly against her nipple as I licked her areola. Esen was arching her back, pushing her breast more firmly against my mouth. Small trembles within her were beginning to course through her body as I continued my ravishing of her breast. After a few minutes, accompanied by more lightning and thunder, I sucked as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, my tongue busily molesting her nipple.

I released her wet breast from my mouth and encased her nipple with my lips, sucking it robustly. Esen pushing her breast ever more firmly against my mouth. While I was sucking on her right nipple my hand on her other breast was rolling, pinching, pulling her fully aroused nipple. Her trembling becoming more noticeable, a light sheen of sweat was on her skin becoming noticeable, her hands wrapped in my hair, holding my head against her breast.

After a few more moments lavishing my attention on her right breast I completely released her nipple from my mouth. I thought I heard a groan, maybe. I then moved my mouth to her left breast, while my other hand took over groping her right breast. I repeated the process, with a bit of variety, on her left breast.

More thunder and lightning, very, very frightening, as the storm continued to pummel the building, and the town, with its powerful wind and rain.

I released her left breast from my mouth, another groan, I think, and continued my journey down her torso, kissing and licking my way to her pelvis. As I arrived at my destination Esen spread her legs apart to allow my access to her vulva.

As my tongue touched her labia a bright light illuminated the room and a much louder thunderclap, then those before it, rattled the building and both Esen and I spooked slightly at the force of this particular instance of lightning and thunder.

Flash, Boom; The image, imprinted in my mind was Esen looking down to my eyes, just visible above her vulva, my outstretched arms on her torso, my hands on her breasts. The juxtaposition of my pale skinned arms laying on either side of her torso, a valley of her darker skin between, and my splayed pale fingers on top of her darker breasts, was captivating.

I began to push my flattened tongue against her labia, opening her outer labia, touching the inner lips of her vulva. Her hips bucked, the trembles jumped in intensity, and this time I knew I heard a loud moan from Esen.

I continued licking her slit end to end, intruding further into her inner labia with each pass. I stopped short of her clit, that would happen later.

I finally pushed my tongue fully past her inner lips, contacting that sensitive pink flesh within. Her vulva was producing fluids to enhance the slickness of her hidden flesh, which I took full advantage of as my tongue traversed her slit.

Esen's hips were undulating against my face, the aroma permeating the air was sweet, musky, animalistic. I inhaled her aroma enthusiastically, as I did with tasting her discharge as it accumulated on my tongue moving through her slit.

As I continued exploring her vulva with my tongue I slid my right hand down her body, feeling trembling's rising in her body as I dragged my fingers, my nails softly marking the trail, as my hand slowly journeyed to her vulva. With my hand now available I used it to spread her lips apart, making the pink interior flesh much more accessible, which I took full advantage of with my tongue. Long, slow licks from her perineum to her clit ensued. Esen's body was shivering in response to my attention to her vulva.

I repeated my slow licks several times, penetrating her sensitive flesh deeper with each lick. Esen's hands were lying on my head, applying pressure in an effort to deepen the penetration quicker than I was willing to do so. Esen spoke loudly, to be heard over the din of the storm, "Please, Lilith, please."

Her heartful plea touched me so I slid my tongue the length of her slit once last time, settling my tongue and lips onto her clit, as I slid two fingers into her vagina. Her response was immediate and strong. Her hands pulled my head firmly against her vulva, her hips rose slightly off the bed, her shivers jumped up a level in intensity, her vagina freed even more fluid within it, and I swear I heard a loud moan.

Her body began humping against my face and fingers with increased vigor, as my sucking of her clit increased, and my fingers began their deep penetration and withdrawal in faster rhythm. I only moved my fingers back and forth within her vagina a few more times before her orgasm arrived. Esen cried out, her back arched, her intensely pushing my mouth on her clit, fluid freely covering my fingers, her body shuddering continually, and sweat began to wet her legs, and I assume the rest of her body.

Her orgasm ran its course through her body quickly and her body dropped back to the bed, her breathing rapid, the shaking still strong, her hand pushed my mouth away from her body, and I stilled my fingers, but kept them inside her. A long moan issued from her.

As her orgasm washed over her, she lay still, shaking, moaning. I gently removed my fingers from her vagina, a gasp as they left her opening. Esen looked down to my eyes, her eyes seeming to be a bit unfocused, she gave me a big smile, and said loud enough that I could hear her, "Oh that was very nice. Sit up now, you have more work to be done!"

I rose from lying between her legs to a kneeling position, she shimmied upward on the bed, reached over to the night table and grabbed the container of lube.

Flash. Crack; The image, Esen lying on her side at the side of the bed, near the night table, laughing, her arm stretched out, the fingers splayed out, the plastic container of lube in mid-air, my hand reaching out to catch it as it journeyed it is way to me through the air.

She looked at me, "Ready?"

"As ready as I will ever be."

She giggled, pulled her legs up so she could swing them over without kicking me in the head. She turned her body to where she was on all fours, glanced back at me, her eyes questioningly looking into mine, I nodded my head. She then dropped her shoulders to the bed, her back bent toward the bed, pushing her butt higher into the air, giving me easy access to her asshole and her vulva.

I scooted inside her legs, spread wide resting on her knees, and there it was. Her ass. Her vulva glistened, her asshole slightly puckering open then close. I popped the flip cap open, tipped it just above her hole, squeezed out some of the lube onto her ass crack, allowing it to flow toward the hole. I took my finger, began to spread it around the hole, getting my fingertip covered with the lube. I placed my fingertip on her skin where I had originally dripped the lube and squeezed out, letting it flow down my finger and onto her ass.

I took my lube covered finger and spread the lube about again, laying my finger in the crack of her ass. I rolled it around in the lube, making sure my finger was well covered with lube. Then I spread her cheeks with my thumb and my lube covered index finger and let some lube drip into her hole.

Esen was watching intensely, over her shoulder, as I worked to prep her as she had described to me. Her legs and ass were trembling in anticipation for what was coming soon. I gave her a big smile, which she returned.

I returned my attention on her ass, making sure everything that needed to be lubed was. I pressed my finger against her asshole. I thought to myself just how alien this was to me, but if it brought pleasure to Esen, I was willing to push some boundaries.

I had my finger pressing against her hole, dripped some lube onto my finger watching it pool around her hole and my finger. Esen had told me that it was important and be sure there was enough lube, if I had any doubt, add more. Too much was better than not enough, so I drip some additional onto her hole, adding to the pool which was slowly draining past my finger into her anal canal.

I was comfortable that I had more than enough lube applied and began to apply some pressure to her first sphincter muscle at the opening of her anus. There was resistant for moment, but, since Esen had prior anal sex, it was only momentary, and my finger soon slid into her anal canal. Once my finger was inside, I squeezed a liberal amount of lube onto her opening, letting it slowly enter her canal lubing my finger at the same time it was coating her canal.

I met the second sphincter muscle; this one was more stubborn but relaxed quickly against my finger's pressure. My finger was now fully inside her anus and I slowly, gently began moving it slightly back and forth inside her canal. Esen moaned; her ass pushed itself against my finger.

I asked, loudly, "Is everything good?"

She moaned again, "It feels great. You are doing a great job. You can move your finger more, and faster if you would please."

I did as asked, and started moving my finger into incrementally longer strokes forward and backwards and increasing the speed of its movement inside her canal.

Then, somewhat awkwardly, I pushed two fingers, my middle and ring fingers, into her still wet vagina, and began moving them inside her. A loud moan came from Esen. Her butt cheeks were shaking, as were her legs, her body pushing her ass against my hand harder.

"Faster," she cried out.

I began moving my fingers in unison, faster and deeper into both of her canals. With my left hand I also started rubbing her clit. Esen moaned loudly again when I added my playing with her clit.

Flash. Boom; The image, me with a finger in her ass, two in her vagina, and my other hand arousing her clit. This was something completely new to me. The sensation of my finger inside her anal canal was incredible. The anal canal was tight against my finger, much more so than being inside a vagina. The tightness made the pace of moving my finger as rapidly as I can in a vagina difficult, but it was achievable, the lube made it so.

So here I am, finger fucking Esen in her ass and her vagina. I was surprised, but I was enjoying it. My reluctance had fallen away once we got started, as it was obvious that Esen enjoyed anal sex immensely, and I want to pleasure her any way I can.

Esen's ass and my finger movements had become synchronized, like a well-oiled machine, or, in our case, a well-lubed machine. Her body pushed against me as I pushed my fingers forward and retreated when I pulled my fingers back.

As we continued Esen was constantly loudly moaning, she had beads of sweat appearing all over her body, her body was shuddering strongly, her breath fast and shallow. We were building her toward what appear to be a very strong orgasm. I was having thoughts about my feelings toward anal sex, if it can propel someone to an orgasm like what was coming her way, maybe I should reconsider my total ban on anything anal. But that was something for me to think about at some other time.

Flash, Boom: The image, Esen mouth open, her eyes rolled back, her body beginning to fall onto the bed, my hands just outside of her holes, fingers still extended as they had been in her body when her massive orgasm hit her.

Esen had cried out loudly, "Oh my god," as the orgasm exploded within her body. Her body had begun shaking uncontrollably, her sweat was now appearing on her skin profusely, as if she had just finished a long strenuous exercise routine. Her vaginal canal and anal canal had both clinched tightly on my intruding fingers. My finger's movement in her anal canal was brought to a stop when her canal clinched around my finger so tightly it felt like if I tried to move it, I would tear her canal walls.

She fell onto the bed, her body still shaking wildly, I immediately laid next to her, pushing her body to lay on her side, wrapping my arms and legs around her as a loving cocoon enveloping her so nothing could hurt her. I held her like that for several minutes as her body slowly recovered from a climax I don't believe I had ever seen before.

She eventually calmed down, her eyes open, looking into mine. I saw a peaceful countenance as she gave me a small smile. She snuggled up against me, and we just held each other silently for another few minutes, all the while the raucous storm pounded the building, lightning flashing with the thunderclap following shortly. The heart of the storm was very close.

"You've never done this before?" Esen asked.

"Nope, this is my first experience with anal sex."

"Fuck, you are a natural. That was one of the most powerful orgasms I have ever experienced."

"I am having thoughts that maybe I should consider changing my mind concerning anal sex."

Esen looked at me, her eyes intense, "If you do, I want to be the one who helps you open that door. The first time is a bit scary, and I would treat you with caring and caution. I am serious about this, very serious."

"If, and when, I decide I want to try it you will be the first to know. I promise."

"I better be."

We gave each other a hug. Esen giggled, "I need to go to the bathroom."

"So do I. Are you okay if I am there when you are?"

"You just had your finger up my ass, and you've seen me piss out in the open, why would I care if you see me pee in a toilet," she replied, with a delightful laugh.

We got up, Esen was a little slow, a side effect from her recent orgasms. We got to the bathroom, Esen sat on the toilet, I could hear her pee flowing when she released a loud queef, I began giggling like a schoolgirl. Esen laughed.

"Sorry, I queefed. It is not uncommon after anal sex."

Still giggling I turned to the sink and gasped, loudly, having seen my appearance in the mirror.

"Shit, I look ghastly! I look like a vampire gone without blood for too long."

Esen laughed at my description, and said, "You look fantastic to me."

"You have to be kidding. I am hideous!"

"You look like a woman who has had a night of wonderful, sweaty sex. A night that's not over yet."

I shook my head, snickered, "I'll take that complement. But I am a wreck."

I opened the sink faucet, letting the water get warm, looking at my face and just shaking my head. I had not removed my make-up before our first session, apparently, of lovemaking. My eyes looked like those of a raccoon, black all around my eyes, with a few streaks that stretched down just to my maxilla.

Once the water was warm enough, I diligently scrubbed my face and hands, once again I appeared to be human.

Esen had finished peeing and had grabbed a hand towel that she handed to me to dry my face.

I looked over at her after drying my face, she snickered, "Okay, I guess this is a better look for you."

I giggled, "Thanks."

As I sat to pee, Esen dried her body with a body towel she had also grabbed, and a quick rub to her hair.

She dropped the towel on the counter, started to leave the bathroom, saying, "I am going to refill our water glasses. We both need to rehydrate."

"Ooh, that sounds really good. I'll be waiting."

I finished peeing, flushed the toilet, washed my hands, turned off the bathroom light, and walked out to the bedroom.

Flash, Crack; The image, Esen standing by the bed, naked, glasses of water in her hands. On the night table she was near, were our shot glasses filled with dark liquid. I smiled broadly seeing this vision before my eyes.

She handed me a glass, and I drank a large draught of refreshing water. Sighing after swallowing I placed it back on the night table. Esen had done the same.

Flash, Boom; The image, our heads tilted back, empty shot glasses at our lips.

We both put the shot glasses down and I leaned into Esen and gave her a soft, gentle kiss. The burning aftermath of whiskey warmed my body.

"You are going to make me a fan of whiskey yet."

She smiled, "I hope so."

I picked up my water glass and chugged the remaining water in it.

"Oh, so good."

Esen had taken another drink of water also, though she still had about a third of a glass of water left when she placed it back onto the night table.

I leaned into Esen again and kissed her again. This was no chaste gentle kiss. It was a wanton, passionate, tongue wrestling, sexually driven deep kiss. Esen returned the kiss with equal fervor, our arms wrapping themselves around each other. Breasts pressing against the other, nipples beginning to stiffen from the arousal that had been simmering during our break, flared back up, like a fire reignited from a strong gust of wind.

I forcibly pushed Esen onto the bed; she squeaked as she fell. I took hold of her legs and swung them onto the bed. Once she was fully on the bed I laid my body on top of her, with another deep, passionate kiss. Her arms wrapped themselves around me, a moan escaped her mouth into mine.

As we lay kissing, I forced my legs between hers, forcing them to spread apart. We continued to passionately kiss each other for a few minutes. My state of arousal rocketed up as we kissed. Esen's seemed to be doing the same as her body began undulating against mine.

I quickly, feverishly moved down her body, kissing and groping her breasts for a short time, before I slid further down her body until my mouth was once again on her clit, a finger slid into her wet canal, moving slowly back and forth within it. Esen, her body trembling, moaned loudly.

I continued sucking, licking, pressing my tongue against her clit, all the while my finger continued to gently, slowly, move inside her vagina. Her trembling increased, her body arching, pressing her vulva firmly against my mouth. I could feel her orgasm building in her body. I continued, wanting to bring her to orgasm, not a body rocking climax but an emotional, pleasurably release.

As her orgasm bloomed, a strong gust of wind hit the building, rattling the windows strongly, accompanied by a flash of lightning and immediately following was the thunderclap. The fierce heart of the storm had arrived.

The wind howled, lightning strikes occurring almost continuously, accompanied by building-shaking thunderclaps. As the storm's frenetic power unleashed itself upon our building, and town, my arousal reached a level I had never felt before. I was overwhelmed with passion, desire, lust, overwhelming sexual urges. I was becoming frantic in my movements, as Esen was beginning to do so.

As the incessant lightning strikes continued the flashes of illumination made our movements appear speeded up and jerky, as the low framerates did to the earliest films. The images came fast and furious as the storm unleashed its full power upon us.

I am laying as Esen had earlier, my head and shoulders on the bed, my back bent toward the bed, my ass and cunt fully displayed for Esen. She has her mouth on my clit, my cunt is wet enough to leak fluid down onto my thighs, my body is shaking violent. As she using her mouth to bring me to orgasm, she is slapping my ass cheeks repeatedly. She spanks me a couple of times, then gently rubs her hands across my aroused, reddened, tender skin bringing a pleasurable, soothing respite to my skin, then spanks me again. Her mouth sucking, licking, pressing into my clit brings me to a thundering climax. I cry out and fall onto the bed, shaking incessantly, sweat beading on my skin, my ass red and tender. Her hands softly, tenderly, lovingly caressing my hot, red skin. It feels so good.

We have become frantically feverish in our passion and insatiable desire. Gentleness abandoned. We kiss, grope, and intrude into each other's body aggressively, roughly. I am on a plateau of need I have never felt before. I have never had sex feel this way. I want it all, pleasure, passion, pain. I struggle to keep on track with whatever sexual activity I am performing. My hands roam everywhere; groping, squeezing, grasping with more intensity and roughness than I ever thought about doing while making love with another woman. I need to feel every sensation, everywhere. Esen seems to be in the same state as I am. Feverish, driven, needfulness.

Esen is laying on her back, I am kneeling next to her, one hand furiously pumping two fingers in her cunt, I slap her left tit, hard. As Esen cries out, I lean my mouth onto the tit I slapped, kissing and wetly licking it, reliving the sting of the slap. Esen moans loudly, her body trembling wildly, her breath is rapid, shallow, sweat covers her body, her hips rapidly undulating against my vigorously penetrating fingers inside her. Her orgasm is near. I slap her tit hard, again. Esen's orgasm erupts. My mouth back onto her tit, kissing and lavishing it with my tongue.

She pushes me over, my fingers falling from inside her pussy and staddles my face pushing her cunt firmly against my mouth and extended tongue. Rubbing herself back and forth rapidly as she loudly moans and cries out nonsensical sounds. My eyes look up her body, her bare mons, her abdomen taut, her tits swaying wildly, her head leaned back as she fervently moves her body against my mouth. Her body illuminated in stark brightness, then back into near darkness, as the lightning strikes continue on, as we attempt to fulfill our primordial desires. Her new orgasm arrives, perhaps just a powerful extension of her earlier orgasm. She screams; her pussy fills my mouth with her fluids as she crests. She begins to slow her movement of her cunt against my mouth as her climax courses through her body.

She finally moans loudly and collapses onto her back, next to me, as her chest heaves trying to draw in the air she is desperate in need of from her exertion. I feel her body shuddering strongly next to mine. Right now, though, there is no rest for the wicked.

I turn and straddle her face and begin undulating my pussy against her mouth. I feel her tongue extending from her mouth. I feel her tongue spreading my labia, slightly penetrating into my pink flesh as I move, it presses against my clit, then back down my slit. My rubbing against her tongue increasing in rapidity, my body demanding more speed, stronger contact. I look down my body, my body mimicking the movements of Esen, her eyes looking into mine. Her eyes, perhaps a bit out of focus, staring at mine, as flashes of bright light reveal the emotions and desire within our eyes.

As I undulate against her mouth, my climax rapidly building in my body, I note that the lightning is beginning to have a longer interval between strikes. The heart of the storm as passed over us continuing its path across the countryside.

My orgasm hits me, hard. I cry out, "Esen!". As she did, my body shuddering fiercely, sweat covers my body, drops of sweat fling off my shaking body, onto Esen, onto the bed, into the air. My body demands collapse. As Esen's did, my body fell onto the bed beside hers. My chest heaving, drawing in needed oxygen.

Flash.. Boom; The image, us lying side by side, our bodies touching, brightly glistening in the bright flash of lightning.

I was the first to rouse. I sat up, gave Esen a gentle kiss on her cheek, a deception on my part, as my body slid across her, reaching out to grab the lube. What I had in mind was not going to be gentle.

With lube in hand, I slid effortlessly back across Esen's body, the wetness of our bodies reducing friction to almost null. As she lay there, still recovering, Esen's eyes followed my journey, there and back again, with a look of quizzical wonderment.

I smiled broadly at her, saying nothing, as I forced my body between her legs. I grabbed her legs behind her knees and lifted them off the bed, pushing them toward Esen's upper body. Her eyes widened as I pushed her legs to where her thighs were lying next to her torso. Her eyes continually looking into mine as I pushed her legs into position. I can only guess, but I assume my eyes showed an intense determination of desire and wanton lust.

"Hold your legs, please."

Silently, a slight smile on her face, Esen wrapped her arms around her legs behind her knees as I released my hold on her legs. I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pushed them toward her torso, making her cunt and asshole into nearly vertical position. I opened the lube container, dripping a liberal amount on my hands, rubbing them together covering my hands with lube. Esen gave a soft groan. I then poured lube onto her cunt, which really didn't need it, on her perineum and onto her asshole. I wanted her to be very slick.

Esen finally spoke "What are you doing Lilith?"

In a husky voice I rumbled, "Pleasuring you."

As I spoke, I put my hand on her crotch and began to spread the lube over the entire area, including pushing some into her ass, with a slight intrusion of my finger to make sure the lube was within her anal canal.

Esen, somewhat quietly, said, "Oh my god."

I looked at her, "Remember, I am a demon after all."

I moved my body to the side of her right hip. I slid two fingers into her cunt and slowly pressed two fingers into her ass. Esen gasped and moaned as I intruded myself inside of her body.

With my left hand in her cunt, my right inside her ass, I began slowly pushing my fingers forward and backward in both holes. The fingers of my left hand that were free pushed onto her clit with every forward thrust and lessened the pressure with each retreat.

I quickly increased the rapidity of my fingers within her holes once I was satisfied she was lubed sufficiently. Esen kept her eyes on mine as I finger fucked both of her holes with increasing rapidity and depth. Her body answered immediately. Even in her somewhat awkward position her body was arching, pushing against every thrust of my fingers.

I was furiously banging her holes, pushing in and out as fast as I was able. Her body was shuddering again quickly as I penetrated her. Her breath rapid, her sweat increasingly beading on her skin, soon beginning to change into rivulets of sweat flowing across her body. I know I had never had any experience with anal sex until this night, but since it seemed Esen truly enjoyed this aspect of sex, I had decided to give her what I thought she, and her body, desired. As I continued Esen was loudly moaning and vocalizing sounds, no words that I could discern.

As I was rapidly fucking her holes my body was generating sweat itself, also forming rivulets flowing down my body and arms. I was banging her as hard as I could, her body still pushing against my thrusts, all the while her body continued shaking. The intensity of her shaking continued to grow as I pumped my fingers into her body. It was becoming obvious she was approaching orgasm. I was bearing down harder and harder, as her climax rapidly approached.

Flash.. Crack; The image, illuminated the moment Esen crested into the crescendo of her climax. Her mouth open, almost screaming, "Stop Lilith, stop. I can't take it anymore! Ah-ooh, Ah-ooh," her cry sounding like a wolf howling in the dark of night, searching for its mate. Her arms pulling her legs even more toward her shoulders. Her legs are shaking uncontrollably, as the orgasm erupts within her body. Her wet body, now sweating freely, reflecting the bright light back to the ether.

As she cries out my two fingers in her cunt and in her ass cease their movement. I feel two short weak streams of fluid splash against my fingers and hand pressed against her cunt. I think she must have squirted. I have never felt anything like this before. I smile within my mind knowing I had brought a woman to a level of orgasm that her body forced out fluid in manner much like peeing, but I don't think it is piss, at least, not totally piss.

Her arms fall to her side, releasing her legs, allowing them to slowly drop onto the bed. I have removed my fingers from her holes, causing a groan from Esen, and I help guide her trembling legs gently to lie on the bed once again.

Her chest is heaving, drawing deep breaths. Her eyes closed. Her body laying inert on the bed, other than strong quivering coursing throughout her body.

I maneuvered my body so I am lying beside her. I gently wrap my arms and legs around her as best I can, holding her while I whisper soft, comforting terms of endearment.

We lay like this for several minutes before Esen's body, now stilled, reacts to my presence and her arms weakly wrap themselves around me. I raise my head and look into Esen's eyes, which have now opened, partially, not fully focused, but open at least.

Another lightning strike, the thunderclap, low rumbling, causing the building to rattle, now coming seconds after the lightning as the heart of the storm continued its journey across the countryside.

Flash... Boom; The image, once again displaying the juxtaposition of my pale skin laying atop her dark skin as we lay still, allowing our bodies to feel each other's, physical contact reassuring everything is okay. We lay still, our bodies touching each other's. Contentment infuses us, just feeling the presence of each other.

Esen finally quietly said, "I have never had an orgasm anywhere near as strong as last one you brought to me. It was titanic."

I whispered back, "I think you squirted."

"Really? I have never done that. Are you sure?"

"Am I sure? No. But in the midst of your climax I felt two streams of fluid splash against my hand as it pressed against your cunt. So, either you squirted or had a slight urine release. I am no expert as I have never done that before. I'm going with squirting though," I said with a smile.

Esen snickered, "I squirted. Oh my, a first for me. I didn't feel it, but I think I kind of faded out for a short time."

"I think so. I just held you as your orgasm coursed through your body, while it slowly receded until it passed. It seemed your body was on autopilot for a while."

Esen sighed, and said, "I need to pee, and some water."

"Well let's get you up and while you pee, I will refill our water glasses."

She released her arms from around me; I scooted back from her body so she could move her body to where she could swing her legs off the bed. She sat there for a few seconds, seemingly getting her body ready to stand up. As she sat there, I got off the bed on the other side and walked around until I stood beside her. She looked up at me, and said, "A little help might be required to get me upright," with a snicker.

I moved to face her, held out my hands, which she grabbed, and with an assist from me pulling her hands toward me, making her body rise she stood up. Her legs were wobbly for a short time but soon were operating correctly.

As she slowly began walking to the bathroom, I stayed watching to make sure she got there alright, which she did. Once she got walking, every step was stronger, more confident. As she entered the bathroom, I grabbed our glasses and went to the kitchen to get us both some water.

I came back to the bedroom, placing her glass on the night table, I took a long drink from my glass. It was wonderful, but it also ignited in me the need to pee. I put my glass on the table and, impatiently, waited for Esen to come back from the bathroom.

Esen came out from the bathroom shortly, and I passed by her heading to the bathroom, "The water is great, but it made me aware I needed to pee also."

She just laughed, "Have fun."

I peed longer than I expected, but it was a relief that I needed once my drink of water brought my need to my attention. I wiped, flushed the toilet, and went to the sink to wash my hands. I looked at the mirror while washing my hands, oh my I was a sweaty mess. My entire body glistened in the light from the wetness of my sweat. My hair was matted and pasted against my head. I dried my hands and left the bathroom in the same disarrayed appearance as I had entered it in. Esen wasn't going to care so I didn't either.

As I came out of the bathroom, I took a moment to look at Esen standing by the table, her glass of water nearly empty, and her appearance was just as disheveled as mine. I smiled thinking we both looked like we had run a marathon.

Esen snickered, "You were right, the water is wonderful. It was badly needed. And we are both a fright to look at. But we earned it."

I laughed, "We have."

We stood beside each other while we both drained our water glasses and sighed contently.

Flash... Boom; The image, us standing next to each other. Our hair is a wet mess. Our bodies glistening in the bright light from the sweat covering our skin. Our faces radiating caring as we look into each other's eyes.

Esen got on the bed, sat on her calves, and signaled me to get on the bed. As I got onto the bed, she told me to sit as she was. So, we were both sitting on our calves, looking into each other's eyes. Esen's eyes had a mischievous glint to them.

Esen said, "Grab the lube and put some on your right thigh, starting at your pelvis down to about halfway on your thigh."

I reached over grabbing the lube container from where it had been tossed by me from our last activity. I flipped the lid open and poured a stream of lube on my right thigh as she had asked.

"Now give it to me."

I did. Esen applied lube on her right thigh as I had mine, capped the container and placed it on the night table.

"I thought we might gently rub ourselves to a nice orgasm to end our night."

She scooted over to me, "Spread your legs, and raise your body so I can slide my thigh between your legs, as I will for you to slide your thigh between my legs."

As we came together, we each had one arm around the other's shoulder and one arm below the other's arm, just below each of our shoulder blades. Esen leaned in and kissed me gently, a lazy tongue intruded into my mouth, softly exploring it. As she did this her vulva was gently sliding on my thigh. I responded in kind.

While my passion had lessened from that plateau of primordial desire that had been driving me for much of the night, my vulva, my body in whole, quickly responded to the sensations generated by my spread labia allowing my inner pink flesh to contact Esen's slick skin. My gentle, slow undulating against her thigh was quickly becoming more rapid, my pressing my vulva against her thigh increasing in intensity, my tongue becoming strident within her mouth. Esen was matching my rising passion and lust with her own.

It seems that while that ancient drive for sex had lessened, it had only been laying below our veneer of two woman gently bringing each other to a gentle, though pleasant, orgasm. As we continued on, we became two animals rutting each other, blind to anything other than the need to take the other to a desperately desired roaring climax.

As we became more and more feverish in our bodies effort to drive the other to an ever-higher level of orgasm we stopped even trying to kiss, as our bodies were moving too frenetically to keep our mouths together. We were just holding each other tightly as our cunts rapidly slid back and forth on our nearly frictionless slick thighs, from the lube and our bodies release of lubricating fluid.

Our upper bodies became mostly still since we were holding each other so tightly, our tits swayed somewhat from the movement of our hips, causing our extended, stiff nipples to rub against each other, another erotic sensation helping drive our carnal lust.

Rivulets of sweat flowed from both of our bodies from our feverish, furious, frenzied expenditure of energy undulating our cunts against each other's thigh. I felt my orgasm rapidly building to its apex within my body.

Esen released copious fluids on my thigh from her cunt, her body shaking uncontrollably, her arms squeezing me even more tightly, as she cried out as her orgasm released itself. Her climax pushed me over and I cried out as my orgasm broke open within me.

Flash... Boom; The image; our bodies, covered in sweat glistening in the flash of lightning, wrapped together tightly. Pale skin entwined with darker skin, bodies shaking, breaths rapid, our cunts now slowly undulating, out of instinct, against our thighs. Soft moans coming from both of us, a few tears falling from the intensity of our orgasms, and that our bodies seemingly having finally become satiated.

The thunderclap comes seconds later. One last hurrah. A low, rumbling, building rattling, boom. The storm has had its way with us, continuing its path of sound and fury to farther lands. The wind has weakened, now just a gentle, blustery wind, the fury of it now but a memory. The rain is still falling, no longer a deluge, more of a shower now.

As our orgasms recede, we reluctantly separate from our entwined embrace. A soft moan from both of us as we straighten our legs and lay on our backs next to each other, our wet bodies lightly touching.

"Fuck. So much for gentle," Esen says softly, with a giggle.

I softly giggle also.

That was the last thing I remember, as exhaustion overwhelms me.

My eyes flutter open. A loud sigh. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air of the bedroom. I think this is what drove me to wake up. I need some coffee, almost as much as I had needed Esen last night. Oh my god, last night. I stretch myself on the bed, my body informs me it is sore, both outside and internally. My stretch is cut short as my body rebels at my request to stretch out. I snickered and relented in my demands on my body. I lay there remembering just how my body had become to be so sore. A night, and much of the early morning hours, I will always remember, perhaps not fully, but all that is important will remain with me forever.

I groan softly as I force my body to get out of the bed and to stand up. My body is not at all in agreement with my decision but reluctantly acquiesces to my demands to stand. I slowly walk, more of a hobble, to my dresser, open a drawer, grab the first night shirt I see and put it on. Just raising my arms to slide the shirt over my body hurts. As it travels down my body, I realize this isn't a nightshirt but a sweatshirt, that barely covers my bare ass. Oh well, it works for me, plus I don't want to take it off and put something else on.

I walk to the main room and see Esen standing in the kitchen, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands, in my bathrobe. I began my old lady walk to the kitchen, causing Esen to laugh.

"Don't laugh. You caused this disability!"

Still laughing Esen says, "Oh quit whining. You loved it. I know I enjoy every little shot of pain my body gives me because I know how it got sore."

I rolled my eyes as I walked past her to get a cup of coffee. She gives me a soft slap on my ass cheek as I go by.

"Ow! Do not slap my ass! Even a soft slap hurts."

"Oh, please, you enjoyed them last night."

"That was in the heat of the moment."

"And what a fun moment. And heated also."

I could not help myself and giggled, "Yeah, okay, I enjoyed it.'

I took my first sip of coffee, my knees buckled slightly, "Oooh, that taste so good. I really needed some coffee. Thank you very much for brewing up a pot."

"You are very welcome. To be honest, while I did think of you, my irresistible desire and need for some hot coffee was the driving force behind it. Am I selfish?"

"Yes. However, I would have been just as selfish if I had been the first to awake."

She giggled, "I can live with that."

"By the way why are you in 'my' bathrobe?"

Esen smiled broadly, a little guilt in her eyes, "Because I showered and it was just hanging there on the door, whispering 'Put me on'. So not to hurt its feelings I put it on. That, and the fact that it was there for the taking. By the way I highly recommend a shower."

"That's next, coffee first. And coffee after also."

I had finished my coffee, sat my cup on the kitchen counter, and headed for the bathroom. As I walked past Esen I stopped and gave her a soft, chaste, closed-mouth kiss. I could only imagine just how bad my breath might be.

Esen smiled at me as I quit the kiss, and I said, "I'm off to shower. Thank you for the coffee. And do not slap my ass again."

She laughed, "Spoilsport."

The shower was heaven incarnate. The warm, no, hot water felt so good. I could feel the layer of slept-in sweat, and other fluids, surrendering itself, joining the water flowing over my body, as it journeyed its way to swirl around the drain, then into the pipes taking it on to the water treatment plant. I scrubbed my body thoroughly, the scrubbing, and the warmth of the water refreshed and revitalized my muscles, and my mind. I lathered, rinsed, and repeated, shampooing my hair. The massaging and scratching of my head felt deliriously wonderful.

Once I finished and dried myself, I felt like a human once again. A tired, and still, sore human but human, nonetheless. I put the sweatshirt back on and headed back to the kitchen for more ambrosia, better known as fresh, hot coffee.

As I come back to the main room, I see Esen putting the empty coffee pot on a paper towel.

She turned, smiled at me, "I heard you finishing your shower and filled our cups."

I glanced at my little dining table, my cup sitting on the table, steaming.

"Oh, just what I needed."

Esen giggled as I came to the table in my sweatshirt, barely covering my vulva and ass.

As I sat and took a sip of the much-desired hot coffee, she says, "I am famished."

Her saying that made my stomach growl, loudly, and I realized I am famished also.

"I am also, Esen," giggling at my growling stomach.

We sat silent for a moment as we both took another drink from our cups. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it is just past eight-thirty, "Why don't we get dressed after we finish our coffee and take a walk around the block to see what last night's storm wrought. Plus, there is a Mexican restaurant on the next block that makes delicious breakfast burritos. We can get a couple each to go and come back here and eat."

Esen smiled, "I love breakfast burritos. But all I have is my dress from last night."

"Pssh, we can throw on some clothes of mine for a quick walk around the block. I have several sets of sweats to choose from. It's my preferred dress when I am at home. My pants may be a little high-water on you, if you don't mind that for a quick walk. And, as a bonus, with your boobs, you can stretch out one of my sweatshirts," I said, with a laugh.

Esen blushed, giggled, asked, "Do you care if I go braless?"

"I was planning to do so myself. So, we could be the 'Betty Boop' bouncing boobs breast friends."

Esen snorted, almost splaying coffee all over the table when I said that, "Okay. Breast friends, huh."

"Yep, and I am sure you could fit a pair of my strictly functional panties. They might be a little tight, but it is only around the block."

"This sounds like a great idea."

"Sit here for a moment while I make another pot of coffee for when we get back."

"You going to leave it brewing when we are gone?"

"Yes. I do it often. It should only be about twenty minutes. I haven't burned down the building yet."

"Okay, brew away."

I chugged the last of my coffee, got up and readied the coffee maker to brew while we were gone. Once I had it all ready to turn it on as we left, I waved Esen to follow me to the bedroom.

I stopped at the doorway, with Esen beside me, and said, "Fuck, look at this disaster. It looks like the storm was in my bedroom," as I looked at the bedroom. Clothes, towels, tissues laying all over the floor where they were tossed or dropped in our impassioned coupling. The bedding was all hanging over the foot of the bed, onto the floor. Glasses, and an empty whiskey bottle, cluttered on one of the night tables. The nearly empty travel flip lid container which had held the lube laying strikingly alone on the bed mattress.

Esen laughed, "Well yeah, but it isn't unexpected, remember, you are a demon after all."

I laughed, gave her a shoulder bump, "I'll worry about this later. For now, we need to get dressed."

We got dressed. As I had guessed the sweatpants were a bit short for Esen, but they would work for our short walkabout. My white functional panties fit Esen, a little tight, but they would be okay for our walk. I recommended she put on ankle socks as a protective covering her feet in her sandals, not knowing what the ground would look like after the storm. They were tight, but wearable, for her feet.

I grabbed my card to pay for the food, the keys for the door, and put on a pair of slip-on tennis shoes I had for non-athletic activities. I turned the coffee maker on, on our way to the door.

As we stepped out of the building, we could see that the storm left a plethora of detritus plant and other debris all over the street, the sidewalk, and the yards of the block. Leaves were all over the ground and the parked cars, as were multitudes of small tree branches, with the occasional substantial branch having been torn from the trees. At least there were no fallen trees we could see, thank goodness.

We stopped where Esen's car was parked. It appeared there was no damage done to it. It was, however, covered with wet leaves, and some small branches. Her windows were nearly obscured by wet leaves pasted onto them from the rain and wind.

I giggled, and said, "Esen, it seems your car went camo. Thankfully I see no damage however."

Esen stood there looking at her leave covered, snickered, shook her head, and said, "I am not going to worry about that crap now. I'll clear it off when I leave."

"I am happy to help."

"I will take you up on that offer."

We continued our walk. At the end of the block a man was standing on the sidewalk looking at his car. A large branch had been driven into his windshield, laying across the width of the windshield, halfway into the car, the windshield was a total loss. As we walked by him, I heard him mutter, "Fuck".

When we were out of earshot I said, "That would suck. I feel for the guy."

Esen said, "I do also, but, and I know I shouldn't say this, better him than me."

"I agree, but it does make you feel guilty having that thought, though."

"It does."

We arrived at the restaurant at the top of the block. We saw no fallen trees along this block either but just as cluttered with debris as my side of the block. There were a lot of people outside looking over the damage and debris, some already cleaning up their property, others just looking at everything, shaking their heads and postponing cleaning until later. That would have been my modus operandi if I had a yard to care for.

We both ordered two breakfast burritos for takeaway. The burritos came out in about five minutes and off we went to complete our walk around the block.

"The city is going to have a whole bunch of work to clean this all up. Bet some people get OT to get all this cleaned up."

Esen laughed, "Of that, I am sure."

We got back to my apartment, the smell of the burritos had both of us salivating. I told Esen to sit at the table. I grabbed two plates, placing them on the table and asked her to put the burritos on the plates as I poured a cup of coffee for each of us. I handed Esen her cup and sat down, ready to eat.

When I sat down my ass reminded me it was sore, and caused me to squeak, "Ow."

Esen flushed, giggled, and said, "What's wrong?" with this patently fake innocent look on her face.

"My ass cheeks are sore, and you well know why," I said, snickering myself.

"Well, just so you know, my right boob is very tender, which you well know why," a broad smile on her face.

I could feel my flush breaking out across my chest, neck, and face. I guiltily nodded, "I do. Sorry."

Esen giggled, then asked me, "What was last night all about?"

I looked earnestly at her face and replied, "Not sure what you mean, but all I can say is I have never had a night like last night. It's like primordial desires and drives pushed my sexual needs to a level I never knew I had. Esen, I did things I have never, ever done before in my life. Last night was something I will never forget. It is the single greatest night of sex, desire, and passion, I have ever experienced. I am sorry, but not sorry. At the time everything I did seemed to have been demanded by my mind and body, and I could not deny those demands. And, as I remember it, you enjoyed it when I slapped your breast. Also, it is not just my ass that is sore, my whole body is. And I mean my 'whole' body."

Esen smiled at me, "My 'whole' body is sore also. My body, as yours did, surged to a level of sexual desires and needs that I never knew was possible to feel. As you said, everything I, we, did seemed to have been wanted by both of us. It was the most wanton, pleasurable, enjoyable, night of sex I have ever had. Kind of scary what lies beneath when our minds shed their normal restraints."

"It is. It seems to me that nature's power driving the storm to such an intensity was infused into us and we reached an equitable power, driving us to an intensity neither of us has felt before. Maybe?"

"That's as good a speculation as any I have."

I held up my cup, "To the most wonderful, wanton, passionate night we both have ever had the pleasure of sharing with another person!"

Esen clinked her cup with mine, "Cheers!"

I said, "Time to eat. The smell of these burritos has me drooling."

"I am famished!"

Esen took a bite of her burrito, sighed, her eyes rolled back, and once she swallowed, she said, "Oh my, this is the best breakfast burrito I have ever tasted. It might be because I am so hungry, but it is just so good."

I just nodded, my mouth full of burrito.

For the next few minutes, we ate in silence as we both concentrated on our breakfast.

When I finished my second burrito I said, "I feel so much better. Now that I am fat and sassy, I need to sleep some more. Want to join me in a nap?"

Esen smiled, "I would very much like joining you in a nap."

My phone chimed, a text had arrived. I got up and picked up my phone from the kitchen counter to see a text from Heather asking if she could call me. I texted her back, 'Not alone. I will call you later. Okay?' I immediately received a thumbs up emoji, and a 'Lucky you.'

Esen looked at me, and asked, "What was that about?"

"Heather was checking if she could call me. I told her I was not alone and that I would call her later. She said I was lucky."

Esen giggled, "I have to agree with her. I am a lucky one also."

I replied, "I also agree, one hundred percent."

Since I was standing up, I grabbed our plates and sat them in the sink to take care of them after our nap. There was still about half a pot of coffee left, looked over at Esen, and asked, "Okay if I turn off the coffee?"

Esen nodded, "Fine with me. I am full of good food and coffee."

I turned off the coffee maker and walked over to where Esen was sitting held out my hand for her to take a hold of, which she did, and we walked back to the bedroom.

I stopped, again, at the doorway, "Shit, I need to change out the bedding and pick up all the crap lying in the floor."

"No, you don't, 'we' need to do that."

I looked over at her and smiled, "Thank you. While I am changing the bedding would you be so kind to clean up floor?"

"Sure, what should I do with your clothes from last night?"

"Oh, just pile up them in a corner and I'll worry about them later."

We got to work. The fitted sheet on the bed was nearly entirely damp from our sweat, bodily fluids, and a couple of places where lube had dripped on it. I pulled it off the bed and, with a warm, wet washcloth I wiped down the mattress protector and then dried it with a hand towel. I put the soiled sheets and pillowcases into my hamper, and put fresh fitted and flat sheets, and fresh pillowcases on the bed. I left the blanket and the coverlet lying on the floor at the foot of the bed. They would not be needed, and I would properly make the bed when I woke up later.

Esen got the floor picked up, and took all the glasses, both the shot and regular, out to the kitchen. I told her just to put them on the counter, again I would take care of them later. She put the travel counter of lube back in her purse and trudged the whiskey bottle out to the kitchen counter. She had piled my clothing in a corner and had hers on a chair.

When we were done it looked like a habitable bedroom once again.

I sighed, "Thank you again Esen. I am planning to just sleep in my panties, which you can also unless they are too uncomfortable for you."

Esen giggled, "They are comfortable enough. I get big spoon!"

"Works for me."

Esen climbed onto the bed, waiting for me while I pulled the window blinds down and closed the curtains to darken the room as much as possible. I got into bed and slid myself against her so we could spoon.

As I was wiggling myself tighter against her body, her arm wrapping around me, Esen said quietly in my ear, "I think Heather likes you."

I thought that was an unusual comment, and said, "Of course she does. We're best friends."

"I think she likes you more than just as a friend."

"What? You think she has deeper feelings for me? She is straight. There are no deeper feelings other than a close friendship."

"I got a vibe from her as we talked about you last night. Of course, she likes you as a friend, but some of the things, and how she said them, make me think your friend is not as straight as you think. I think your straight friend might be a bit crooked."

"I think you are misinterpreting what she said. She has never inferred by word or action that she has anything other than familial love toward me, or any other woman, that I know about."

"Well, I just felt a hint of something deeper when we talked."

"I think you read more into it than what was there."

"Maybe I am wrong, maybe not. I just wanted to let you know what I thought."

"I appreciate you telling me what you think but I am sure it is nothing I need worry about. Now hush, hug me, and fall asleep with your arms around me as I sleep."

"I can do that."

Within moments I was asleep.

When I woke up, I was alone. I looked at the clock, it was just past four in the afternoon. Holy crap I thought, I had slept for about six hours. I looked over at the chair that had Esen's clothes on it, and it was empty. She was gone.

I got up, stretched out as I stood, my body was feeling much better. I threw on the sweatshirt I had worn earlier and walked out to the front room, no one was there so Esen was definitely gone. I saw a piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

I picked up the paper, it was a note from Esen.

"Lilith;

"I woke up about 2:30. You looked so content and beautiful sleeping I did not want to wake you up. I will never forget the night we had. I do not wish this to have been a one-night stand. I have grown to like you very much in the short time we have known each other. You are special to me. Please, please keep in contact. I hope you feel as much better as I did when I woke up. That was a wonderful nap. I love sleeping with you. Both sleeping, and 'sleeping with' you.

"I want you and Heather to think seriously about joining the sorority. We need women like you two in it. Your out-of-the-box attitude concerning sororities needs to be heard, and I am sure you both would be accepted if you wish to be.

"Your new lover and dear friend;

"Esen"

Her phone number was below her name, so I grabbed my phone and entered her number. I sent her a text, showing my name as the first word in the text so she would recognize who it was from, and not delete it as spam. I told her I saw her note, I also was hoping we were more than a one-night stand. If she wanted, she could call me. I told her I would talk with Heather tomorrow about the sorority.

A few minutes later I got a text from Esen. She thanked me for sending her my number, saying that she was busy and couldn't call back at this time, and that she would call me tomorrow.

I did feel much better, which was a good thing considering I had some chores I needed to do. Most importantly I needed to launder my deliciously, decadently soiled bedding. I made a half pot of fresh coffee and while it brewed, I tended to my laundry needs.

The bedding was sloshing in the washer, and with a cup of coffee in my hand I called Heather's number. She answered on the second ring.

"Lilith! Finally! I take it you had quite a night?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about," I said.

"Oh, don't play coy with me. Spill bitch!"

Laughing hard, when I finally was able to talk coherently, I said, "I will, I promise. But, first, is everything okay at your place after that storm last night?"

"No damage to my apartment, but outside there was a ton of plant litter and trash all over the place. I heard that a tree on a street over fell damaging several cars. That was one helluva storm. So, basically all is good. Now tell me what the hell happened to you."

"Well, without graphic details, it was one long tumultuous night, and morning."

"Lilith! You slut. Was it really like that or are you teasing me?"

"It was unexpected and ended up being the best night I have ever had, sexually anyway."

"When did Esen finally leave?"

"We ended up going back to bed after some coffee and food. I got up just a while ago and Esen left a note that she had got up around two-thirty. Obviously, she let me remain sleeping."

"I am so jealous. My night sucked."

"Why? What happened?"

"Is it okay if I come over? I need to tell you my sad story in person."

"Why?"

"I just do, okay?"

"Okay," I said, wondering why she was insisting she needed to tell me her story in person. I am sure she has a reason, just one I don't know.

"So, is it alright if I come over?"

"Oh, Heather, can it wait until tomorrow? I am still fatigued, my body is sore, and I have some household chores to do."

"I guess."

I heard the dismay in her voice. I felt bad, but I needed some recovery time.

"Heather, I am sorry, but I am really not in a state for what sounds like it may be a serious talk. Tomorrow would be a much better choice. Why don't I make us a dinner tomorrow?"

"How about a brunch, like around ten in the morning."

"It is serious, isn't it? I can do the brunch thing no problem."

"Lilith, thank you so much, because it is important. We need to talk. No that's not right. I need to talk to you."

End of Forces of Nature