Ann: The Married Years Ch. 08

Heather had arrived a little after eight. It was a bit early for lying out on the back deck, since the direct sunlight wouldn't be over that part of the house until later in the day. But nude sunbathing was just the backdrop of the day, the reason to show up, so to speak. And it was going to be a really warm day, the high temperature predicted to reach the low 90s. Fortunately there was just a little humidity in the air, unlike the dripping wet conditions that could happen later in the summer. But it was unusual weather for mid-May. It was already in the upper 70s as she'd raced around to put up the partitions, and it was only going to get hotter.

She met her at the door, dressed in her bikini and her heels. Heather smiled and walked into the house, dropping her big beach bag. She had on a terrycloth cover, much like someone would wear to a pool, and she opened it, letting it fall to the floor. Ann smiled as she took in Heather's body. She'd seen her in a bikini before; the night at Carol's coming to mind. In fact, she'd seen her naked. But this was different, because of why she was there.

It was an odd moment, the two just staring at each other. It wasn't like they hadn't had sex before. They had. But those circumstances were bizarre. She had been tied up, and Heather was pretending to be a maid. At the time, she didn't even know it was Heather, her eyes blindfolded, the woman eating her speaking fluent Spanish. And she'd been forced to eat her in return. She found out later who it was, and that made them grow closer as friends, but it seemed like they weren't the same people because they'd been playing roles. Heather was first a Hispanic housekeeper, and later a French hotel guest. She was Annabelle. The situation wasn't the same.

Now, they stood face to face, two friends about to become lesbian lovers. Her heart raced as Heather took a step toward her with an impish smile. There, just behind the closed door, they kissed for the first time. At least, the first she could remember. Maybe they had kissed before and she'd forgotten. She'd had so many sexual adventures that they all started to run together in her mind.

Heather took her in her arms, and the kiss became hotter and wetter. She moaned, feeling soft hands floating against the bare skin of her back. Her hand went to Heather's neck and shoulder, before she surrendered to her lips. It became quickly apparent who was leading, Heather quickly taking control. Ann was delighted, and more than willing to follow.

"Good morning," Heather said, her fingers grazing sensuously down her arm, taking her hand.

"Hi," she replied breathlessly, stunned from the passion of the kiss, her eyes blinking wildly. "Thanks for coming."

They walked hand-in-hand across the great room, feeding off the sexual energy between them. She handed Heather a beach towel from the pile and opened the door to the deck, nodding for her to go first. Heather stepped out into the heat, feeling the warmth of the morning on her body.

Placing her towel on the closest lounger, she caught a glimpse of some of the sexual toys Ann had placed on the tables. Her wry smile caught her off guard. "Being a little presumptuous aren't we?" she asked.

Looking at where her eyes were staring, she stammered. "I... I'm sorry, Heather. I didn't mean to -"

"Relax, Ann. I know why I'm here. I'm actually glad you think ahead. I don't have a lot of time today... and I know you don't either," she winked.

The inference about the day she'd planned for herself made her pulse race. The fact that Heather sat down and immediately took off her top had a lot to do with that. She quickly placed her towel on the other chair and sat, removing her top to join her. But Heather had peeled off her bottoms in that time, and she again had to play catch up.

"Here... let me help," Heather said as she bent forward, her big breasts swaying seductively as she reached for her thong. Ann lifted her ass, Heather taking the little strings on her hips and pulling them down over her legs. She couldn't help but part her thighs slightly, showing a glimpse of her wet pussy to her naked friend.

In return, Heather spread her legs wide, offering full view of her freshly shaved cunt.

"Care to oil me up?" she asked.

She found herself on her knees, coating Heather's soft, supple skin with baby oil. She worked on her back and legs, as well as her wonderful ass. Then she had her flip over, and she covered her front, spending a great deal of time doing it. She loved the feel of her breasts, and she took great delight in how sensitive... even ticklish she was when she ran her hand across her stomach. And doing her legs was heavenly, particularly when she spread her thighs.

"Make sure you do my pussy," Heather teased. Ann actually caught her breath as she ran her fingers through those magnificent folds, admiring her beauty.

Motioning for her to get on her own lounger, Heather sat up. "My turn," she grinned as she motioned for Ann to lie on her stomach.

She draped her arms over her head, letting Heather rub the warm oil all over her naked body. Her fingers were magical, and she found herself moaning almost uncontrollably. When she turned over, she saw her looking into her eyes, a lust-filled craze in them.

"You're really into this," Heather said as she leaned down and licked Ann's nipples, stiffening them.

Ann's eyes snapped shut, her back arching slightly at the touch of Heather's tongue. Yet before things went further, she felt more oil being poured onto her body, and her legs seemed to spread on their own.

As they both lay there with their eyes closed a short time later, letting the warmth of the morning heat their skin, she felt Heather's hand reaching for hers, holding it lovingly It reminded her of her time on the beach in Miami with Dawn, the two of them practically naked. Only now she was totally naked, and she was beyond turned on.

They lay there for an hour, turning over halfway through to 'tan' their backsides. They never got around to doing anything else, other than holding hands and talking. And the talk wasn't sexual. It was girl talk. Her mind drifted from Dawn to her high school friend Connie, and how they'd lay out in that cornfield behind Connie's house. The wetness between her thighs increased, knowing now that Connie was a lesbian, something she didn't know at the time. She sighed at the connection they now shared, albeit years too late to act upon it.

Glancing at her watch on the table, she knew it was time, her excitement building. Heather sensed it as well and looked up, a knowing smile on her face.

"Let's go inside," she said, sitting up. Ann followed her lead, and they wrapped their towels around themselves, walking into the cool of the house.

The towels dropped before they made it to the hallway, Ann now leading Heather. But once inside the guest room, after she peeled down the covers and turned back to look over her shoulder, she saw Heather holding the strap on that had been conveniently placed on the mattress.

"I take it this if for me?" she asked coyly.

"Well I -"

Heather didn't let her finish. She took control, moving rapidly across the floor, practically tackling her onto the mattress. It was bold, and daring. It was possessive. She found herself pinned beneath her, if that was even possible. They were so slippery from the oil Heather almost slid past her. She felt like she was in some dive bar, wrestling in a pit for the entertainment of drunken men.

That is until she noticed how Heather was moving. In seconds, she'd raised up, almost cat-like, a graceful fluid motion. She straddled her head, pressing her pussy down toward her face.

"Eat me, Anna," she commanded, her hands pawing at Ann's helpless breasts.

Ann reached up and grabbed Heathers' thighs, pulling her down, snaking her tongue along the folds of her pussy. Her moans were muffled, unable to hear from the legs pressing up against her head. She was trapped there, and she loved it.

As she licked around her labia, the oil from those luscious inner thighs rubbing against her cheeks, she felt Heathers' fingers running over her pussy, making her body shiver. She felt one invade her, and then two; and then she was being fucked with them. It was all such a heady experience, her senses overwhelmed. Well, some of them. She couldn't see or hear. But she could smell the baby oil, and she could feel what Heather was doing to her. And she certainly could taste her.

And it was incredible, the sweetness delighting her palate. Yes, there was also the taste of the baby oil, but that quickly went away. She tried to worm her hand between, hoping to fill her pussy like what was happening to her. But Heather lowered herself further, denying that attempt, showing she was in control. Undaunted, she instead toyed with her ass, finding another hole to play with. She stuffed two fingers inside, the oil lubing it up perfectly, and Heather reacted by grinding her hips back and forth over her face.

It was hard to breathe, and yet it was exactly as she hoped, even dreamed. She was being used by woman for pleasure, the submissive side of her sexuality being stroked along with her cunt. And she was servicing Heather, willingly doing whatever she could to try and get her off. It just took longer than she imagined.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been there, slaving away with her tongue, her fingers ramming into Heathers' ass. But she knew she'd already had two small orgasms from what was being done to her. Finally, she felt the thighs around her head begin to tremble, and her mouth was filled with Heathers' sweet cum.

She took a deep breath once Heather got around to sliding off her slippery body, the fresh air filling her lungs. Staring at the ceiling, she could hear her friend putting on the harness, imagining the hard rubber cock attached to it, sticking out from her groin. But she never looked. She was too nervous to look; worried it was all some erotic dream, fearful that if she looked, she'd wake up.

"Time to repay you for the great job you did," Heather said, crawling between her legs. "I'm going to lick your pussy, Anna... and then I'm going to fuck it, because right now, it belongs to me, you horny slut!"

"Oh God... yes," she hissed, finally finding a way to speak.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

She heard the front door close, followed by the ignition. Soon the sound of Heather driving away faded as she rounded the corner at the top of the hill. She knew it wouldn't take very long; a couple of minutes perhaps. Soon after the doorbell would ring, announcing the arrival of another lover.

Sure enough, the bell soon chimed, and she became excited as she walked slowly down the hallway, her legs still shaking from the way her first guest relentlessly pounded her pussy. She never made it to her towel lying on the kitchen floor, or her bikini, still in a tiny pile on the deck. She never even bothered to peek around the corner, just in case there might be someone unexpected standing at the door. Instead she chose to simply walk to the door naked, opening it wide.

"My, you certainly know how to greet a guest," Felicia smiled, stepping inside the cool living room.

"Hi," she smiled back with a twinge of excitement, knowing what was ahead. Closing the door, she looked at her neighbor, who was wearing a sexy royal blue bikini and matching heels. "Thanks for coming."

"So, how do we do this? I'm obviously overdressed."

"You're fine. Heather just left and I didn't have a chance to cover up."

"Why bother? You're going to be doing this all day. You might as well stay like you are."

"I kind of liked the idea of undressing for my guests. How about I undress you instead?" she smiled.

Felicia was visibly nervous as Ann moved toward her, so she tried to find a way to focus, honing in on her neighbor's sexy body. "I love your blonde strip."

"Thanks," Ann replied, realizing that she had suddenly switched roles. One minute she was letting Heather take her, offering her body obediently. The next, she was gently taking control, leading Felicia toward what would be her first sexual encounter with a woman. It was a seamless transition, and one that would go unnoticed by Felicia, but it was still amazing how the change made Ann feel inside.

She felt Felicia trembling as she reached around her body, pulling the string to her top, loosening it. Lifting it over her head, she looked at her full breasts, amazed at how little they sagged. She cupped them, marveling at how they felt in her hands, a smile of approval on her face.

"They're incredible, Felicia," she said as she leaned down, flicking her tongue over a nipple.

"Ooohhh," was her reply, her hand going to the back of Ann's head. She nearly stumbled from the rush of it all.

Ann steadied her by pressing her back against the wall. Sliding her hands down her body, she dropped to her knees, reaching up to grasp the bikini bottom. She lowered it down Felicia's slender legs, catching her first glimpse of the neatly trimmed bush adorning her pussy, the dark hair in sharp contrast to the white skin of her tan lines.

Running her fingers through the thick strands, she smiled again. Then she let her fingers drift. Felicia parted her legs, feeling those fingers glide through her slit. Her hand went back to Ann's head, feeling her move closer.

"Just a taste," she cooed, slipping her tongue deep into her parted slit. "Mmm... you've already opened up for me."

"I've cum five times this morning already," she admitted, her fingers raking through Ann's curls.

"Hmm... have you had some guests at your house too?" she asked, thinking of her neighbors' penchant for fucking men outside her marriage, and how her loving husband Jason approved.

"Not yet... it's just been me and my vibrator so far. I couldn't stop thinking about today. I'm nervous, but I'm so excited."

"I can tell. Why don't we go onto the deck and get started."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Felicia was on her stomach, leafing through a photo album. Ann was next to her, eyeing the reaction to the pictures it contained.

"Neil's quite a photographer," she said nonchalantly, turning the page slowly.

"I think he'd appreciate that compliment, if I ever bother to tell him. He'd die if he knew I was showing you those."

"I don't know why. He's got a magnificent cock. Wow, look at how you suck him. You can deepthroat that big thing?"

"Uh huh," she said proudly.

"I have to tell you, that's impressive. I'm not sure I could, and I've had my share of thick cocks down my throat."

"That's what I hear."

"You've heard I'm a great cocksucker? I moved to this neighborhood to get away from that reputation," she joked.

"Funny, I've always considered myself a great cocksucker... although that sounds a little conceited to say it out loud."

Shrugging, she said, "It ain't bragging if you can do it, Ann. Besides, if you take pride in something, I don't think there's any harm in admitting when you're great at it."

"Sounds more like advertising."

"I don't know. Maybe it is. But I was kind of forced into it anyway."

"Forced? What the hell does that mean?"

"Okay, maybe I wasn't really forced. But I was teased, and in a way, that kind of led me to who I am today."

"Felicia, what are you talking about?"

"Fellatio."

"What?"

"That's what they used to call me in high school. Fellatio, or Fellatio Felicia."

"Oh my God... really?"

"Yep. And I was so naïve, and I didn't know what it meant at first. So I asked my mother. That went over well," she laughed.

"Shit. That had to be awful."

"It was, but then I went to college, and I decided to embrace it. And as they say, practice makes perfect."

"Ha. So that's when you started... you know, your lifestyle?"

"You mean fucking around? Not really. I fucked a lot of guys in college; sucked even more. But when I met Jason, I thought I'd be like any other girl that settled down. And I did, for the longest time. I fell in love with him, and that's what you were supposed to do."

"So when did you really start?" Felicia became serious. She stopped talking, just looking at Ann. It was almost like she was studying her, reading her body language. Ann could sense it, her gift of discernment going off like an alarm. "Felicia, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all."

"Are you sure? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I can trust you, can't I," she stated. It was more of a fact than a question, as if she knew, with absolute certainty, that the woman she was planning on being intimate with in just a short time was someone she knew to be honest and trustworthy. There was just something about Ann that oozed integrity.

"Of course you can."

"Ann, I want to tell you something. Something that's been on my heart for years. Something that only Jason knows."

Ann knew Felicia needed to get it out. Whatever it was, it was weighing on her. She could see it in her eyes. Yes, her friend needed to get it out, and she needed to hear it. Not from a sense of curiosity, although she did wonder what it was that was making the conversation become so serious all of a sudden. No, she needed to hear it, because Felicia needed to confess whatever it was that was bothering her, and she could tell from the way she was being looked at that she'd been chosen to hear it. There was no other choice but to listen, because it was what she needed to do for her friend. Reaching across to touch her arm, she said what she knew Felicia needed to hear from her first.

"I won't tell a soul, Felicia. Not even Neil. You have my word."

She didn't want to keep secrets from her husband, but there were times in life one needed to make tough choices. Felicia was reaching out, and the only way she'd be able to free herself of whatever burden she was under was to know her secret would be as safe as it was now.

And Felicia knew. She didn't know how for sure, but she knew Ann was the one person she'd met who would actually listen, not judge, and keep her darkest secret safe.

"You can't even tell Jason you know, Ann. I'm not going to tell him I told you."

It was an odd olive branch, but she understood immediately why she offered it. If she was going to be keeping something from Neil, Felicia wanted her to know she'd do the same with Jason. She'd tell her, and they'd share. They'd be able to talk about it with each other. But they'd share the load of keeping her knowledge of the secret; both of them equal partners in that they would be hiding their talk from their spouses.

"Like I said, you have my word."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Where are the ones from Colorado," Felicia asked, having resumed perusing the pictures, her eyebrow arching as she inquired about the photo set of Ann as Annabelle in the Rocky Mountains.

"They're inside. I wasn't sure how you'd take them."

"I think we're beyond that now, don't you?"

Considering what she'd just been told, Ann felt compelled to show them to Felicia now. After all, she'd sort of teased her about them, telling her about her love of being dominated as a way to share something about herself. "Okay. Let me get them. I'll be right back."

Felicia continued to look at the erotic pictures of her neighbors, her eyes fixated on them. But while she normally would have been focused on Neil and his massive cock, she found herself drawn to Ann, and the hundreds of pictures of her in various states of undress and arousal. Not to mention the lascivious acts she was involved in.

Ann returned and sat back down. She'd never bothered to cover up going inside, running in and out of the house nude. It was unlikely anyone could have seen her, but it didn't matter. She didn't care. She felt so alive and free walking around naked, and that wasn't lost on her friend.

"You said something about being a nudist in Colorado... are you sure you're not one here?"