Dress Rehearsal

"Have fun ladies!"

He watched the two women disappear into the vestibule. They seemed like nice girls, he thought. So what if they were attracted to each other in that way. Look at his nephew, Matt, 6'2" and two hundred and fifty pounds, who'd ever had though he'd turn out to be a fairy. But when you thought about it, it didn't mean he loved the kid any less.

As the old man pulled away from the curb, he thought maybe he'd take the tip and bring his wife home a little special something. Who knows, maybe she might be in the mood to give him a little something too.

The little tryst that started in the back seat of the cab, continued in the elevator ride up to the nineteenth floor. Heather hoped the trip stayed nonstop. Otherwise one of Amber's neighbor's was going to get to watch her perform a fairly good impression of a tonsillectomy with her tongue.

She couldn't believe the sudden change in her friend's demeanor. Was this the same girl who only this afternoon went into giggle fits when she thought about kissing another woman? Heather could only guess that those giggles might have been some kind of defense mechanism. A way to avoid something that she didn't want to face.

Only in her case, rather than a case of homophobia, the reverse might be true. The actress might actually be sexually attracted to women, but afraid to let the Jeannie out the bottle, so to speak. The trip to Scarlett's might have done just that, and once unleashed ...

"Nineteenth floor," Amber said as she gave the younger girl one last peck on the cheek. "Ladies lingerie, moonlight and fine wine."

Amber's apartment was only two doors from the elevator, so she had it open in less than a minute. As they stepped inside, Heather felt a tinge of guilt that she might be taking advantage of her friend. She didn't think Amber had all that much to drink at the club, certainly no more than Heather did. Ethically, shouldn't she just leave the older woman now that she was safely home?

"I've never had sex with a girl, but I've thought about it." Amber said as she draped her arms over Heather's shoulders. "I've even played with myself while I thought about it. Isn't that shameful." she added.

"This is so wrong," Heather repeated to herself as Amber cupped one of her large breasts through her dress. "I really should leave."

"You have really beautiful breasts." Amber said as she squeezed it. "I wish my tits were that nice."

"Oh God," Heather moaned as she felt her nipple growing erect beneath Amber's hand. "It's been so long since I've been with someone. I'm not sure I have the strength to do what's right."

Amber stopped what she was doing for a moment, a move that grabbed Heather's full attention a lot more efficiently than anything she might have said. She looked into the younger girl's eyes and spoke in a clear, controlled voice.

"Heather, I'm not drunk." she said as if she could read the conflict in the girl's mind. "At least not on alcohol."

"I'm glad of that at least." Heather said relieved.

"You have to understand, I'm from a really small town. And there it doesn't matter what the outside world is like, or what they show on television and the movies. People there don't talk about things like lesbianism, about having feelings for another girl in your class. Of watching her making out with the asshole that happens to be the quarterback on the football team and having it hurt so much you want to die. So you just bury all that away, and try to live a life that other people look at as normal."

"But you're an actress, you're in a major TV show." Heather responded. "Why would you have to hide anything now?"

"Because I'm scared of loosing it all. Scared because I could never go back to living in that town. Mostly I'm scared because I'm so afraid that I'd end up alone."

Heather looked at the actress and couldn't help but think, there but for the grace of God. Her own parents weren't exactly thrilled when she came out, to them at least, but in the end they still loved her. Could she have handled living in a small closed town like Amber?

"Oh God Amber," she said as she hugged her. "I'm so sorry for you."

"I know I've been coming on like a slut so far." Amber said. "But I can't help it. I've kept all these desires bottled up for so long, I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't let them out. If you don't want me then ..."

"Girlfriend," the twenty-one year old grinned. "Who in their right mind wouldn't want you."

"Give me five minutes and then come into the bedroom." Amber said as she ran her fingers along Heather's cheek. Then she turned and quickly walked away.

Heather watched Amber disappear across the room, thinking that she had the nicest legs she'd seen in a long time. Some of the women she knew at Scarlett's were impressed by breasts, some by a cute ass, but give her a great set of legs any day.

'This is certainly turning into one interesting night." Heather thought as she looked around Amber's apartment.

The apartment was pretty nice, four rooms and a small terrace. Yet for someone who'd hit the big time and supposedly was raking in the dough, Amber seemed to be living rather simply. The apartment wasn't all that different than that of any of her middle class neighbors. Well she'd only been on the show a short time, maybe it took a while to get used to having money. Then again, maybe it was just another aspect to her personality.

The clock on the wall said her five minutes were up. Heather began to follow the path Amber had taken. Her heart was beating a little more quickly now, telling her that this might be more than just a casual roll in the sack for either of them. Ten minutes ago she thought she should leave. Now she was so glad that she hadn't.

"Amber?" she said softly as she stepped into the bedroom.

The room was only semi-lit by a night-light. The tall girl stepped further inside, still finding no sign of her friend. The bed, she took note, was still made.

"Amber?" she repeated.

"Out here." said a voice from beyond the glass doors at the far end of the room.

Watching her step in the dark, Heather followed in the direction of the voice. She figured Amber had left the lights off for a reason and made no attempt to turn any of them on.

"Amber, are you ..." she started to say as she stepped through the open door and onto the terrace. "Oh my God!" she gasped, erasing what ever her next words might have been.

At the far end of the balcony stood Amber, silhouetted in the light of a full moon. Bathed in moonlight, the blond had left all of her clothes behind in the bedroom. Heather couldn't think of the last time she had seen anything so beautiful or erotic.

"Oh God," Heather repeated. "You are so beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so." Amber said as she walked barefoot toward the dark girl. "I've always thought my breasts were too small."

Heather looked down at Amber's mounds. In the reflected light she could see they were small, perfectly rounded orbs. In the center of each were tiny pinkish circles, with equally tiny, but stiff nipples. Following her gaze downward, she found a small, light to the point of being nonexistent patch of blond hair between her legs. That settled her question of whether Amber was a natural blond if nothing else.

She stopped two feet from Heather, looking up and down her body. It was obvious to Heather that Amber wanted her to strip as well. The tall black girl turned for a moment and looked out beyond the terrace. Across the street there were at least two buildings as tall as this one, with most of the lights on, showing that the apartments were occupied. Still, with no light behind them to back light their bodies, she doubted anyone would really be able to see them. Yet even if they could barely make them out, at this distance, what were they going to see.

Heather reached behind herself and pulled down the zipper holding up her red dress. Once it was all the way down, it was easy to wiggle out of it. She picked it up off the all weather carpet that lined the terrace and tossed it through the door into the bedroom. Her shoes followed a few moments later. She could feel Amber's eyes locked on her as she undid the front clasp that held her 38-inch bust in place. Just as quick, the black bra followed her dress through the opening.

As was her habit, Heather took a moment to rub her breasts. She'd never been able to find a bra that was both comfortable and still strong enough to hold her mounds in place. Because of that, she always massaged her breasts just a little whenever she took off her bra. Her red nails pressed against her dark brown silver dollar sized areole, producing rigid nibs twice the diameter of Amber's.

She ran both her hands down the length of her body to the waistband of her midnight black panties. Slipping her fingers under, she pulled them down as well. In a playful move, Heather whirled them around her index finger a few times, then sent them flying along the now familiar path. She smiled as she considered what would be the reaction of someone down on the street had she let go of them a moment too soon and they flew off the terrace instead.

The two would-be lovers stood there in silence. If they could step out of themselves and examine them from the side, they would find their bodies a study in contrasts. Amber had skin a milky white, Heather's a chocolate brown. Short, almost pixie length blond hair as compared to waist length black. Heather's breasts seemed almost twice as large as Amber's, just as her dark mouth seemed to cover twice the area as well.

Amber moved first, taking a long step forward that put her in Heather's arms. They kissed once more, their breasts rubbing nipple to nipple. Each succeeding kiss seemed sweeter than that which preceded it. Every time their tongues met, they seem to reach deeper into the other's mouth, deeper into the other's soul. They sucked on each other's lips, taking their time, making each kiss last an eternity.

Amber cupped her hands under Heather's breasts, feeling the warmth of the brown flesh. Heather followed suit, their flesh tones forming a stark contrast. The blonde's pink lips released their dark counterparts and moved onto Heather's neck, then her shoulders, finally to her breasts.

Countless nights she had dreamed of the softness of another woman, of the honeyed taste of her mounds. She lowered her head a little further and kissed the top of each of them.

Heather brought her lips to the side of Amber's bowed head, nibbling at her earlobe, blowing gently into her ear. Her tongue followed, tracing a path along the canals.

Amber's oral caress reached the darker circles of Heather's breasts, running her tongue across and under them. Finally she guided the closest one between her lips and into her mouth.

The night air was unusually calm as the two naked women stood and embraced in the reflected light. The only sounds were the beating of their hearts, the rising of their breaths, and the soft sound of lips against flesh.

Heather sighed in response to the wet embrace that stroked her nipples. At the same time, she slid a free hand down to where she could just slide it between Amber's legs. Brown fingers and red nails eclipsed the light hair as her hand pressed against the small mound, finding it very moist to the touch.

Heather pressed further with her touch, moving one finger past the blond barrier and into the valley beyond. Amber jumped just enough for the taller woman to feel it, an acknowledgment that she had found her sensitive spot on the first try.

The long haired girl continued to stroke the blond mound lightly. Just enough to trigger a response, but not enough to distract the shorter girl from her mammary explorations.

Finally, Amber could ignore the hand caressing her womanhood no more. She glided her own hand between Heather's legs, past the curly haired boundary to the pearl beneath. Although she lacked the younger girl's experience, the neophyte had no trouble finding her goal just by touch. Excited as it was, Heather's clit stood out and practically drew attention.

Amber slid her fingers up into Heather, finding an easy path up the well-lubricated walls. She slid them in and out a few times, just enough to coat her fingers with the fresh dew. Just as quickly, she drew them out, and raised them to her lips.

"Mmmm." the older girl purred as she took of her first taste of a woman. "I've often wondered what it would taste like."

"Is it what you thought it would be?" Heather asked as she drew Amber's hand to her own lips, sticking out her tongue to wipe clean a small drop she had missed.

"Different, but still enjoyable." Amber answered.

"Then you'll have to take a more direct approach to fully appreciate it." Heather said.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure how." responded Amber.

"Then I'll just have to demonstrate." Heather beamed.

The railing at the edge of the terrace stood just above waist level. Heather positioned Amber against the railing, her arms stretched out in each direction for support. Her brown skilled lover started once again at her lips, kissing them softly. Heather moved her hand down across Amber's chest, running her fingers against her rounded breasts. She played with her small pink nipples, pressing them between her dark fingers.

Heather's tongue quickly replaced her fingers, tracing a path across the pale skin, a wet line that left tingles of delight in its wake. Little quivers that alternated with sharp spikes, as small love bites interwove with her caresses.

Finally she was on her knees, her face level with the small blond patch of hair. Heather leaned her head forward and kissed the center of it, her tongue darting out and running up and down its length. The hair was damp with the aroma of Amber's excitement, a fragrance that sent shivers across Heather's mahogany skin.

The kneeling girl placed her hands on the back of Amber's ankles, then slowly brought them up, playing her fingers on the velvet smooth legs. Gently she inched her way up until she reached the cheeks of Amber's ass. Dark hands spread out against the plump flesh, pressing hard against them. Then, in a surge of lust, she pressed her head tight between Amber's legs.

"Ohhh Yesss!" Amber called out as she felt Heather invade her most intimate region with her tongue.

With a quickness born of a too long abstinence, Heather explored the limits of Amber's womanhood. Amber in turn, was gripped by a torrid of desires long suppressed. Her hands gripped the metal railing as she tried to keep balance on legs now so incredibly weak.

Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, Heather drove her nimble tongue. Experience and desire intermixed to quickly stoke the fires that had been simmering within Amber all evening.

Despite the comfortable breeze, an icy sweat covered Amber's naked form. Her body quivered with the rising crest radiating from her pulsing sex. The actress wasn't a virgin, she'd surrendered her virginity to a boy back home in an effort to fit in. There had been three young men since then. None of the four had brought her anywhere near the level of excitement she now found herself. A level rising with each passing moment.

"I'm ... go ... ing ... to ... co ..." Amber panted, unable to fully get the words out.

It didn't matter, Heather could read the signs in the older girl's body like a familiar tome. She redoubled her efforts, determined to make her climax as memorable as possible. It was a goal she reached a dozen heartbeats later.

Amber screamed a silent scream, afraid if she gave voice to the rhapsody cascading through her body, it would be heard by the people walking the streets far below. Her legs were now rubber, and only Heather's still strong grip on them kept her standing.

Heather was too busy enjoying the fruits of her efforts to notice any of this. The only thought echoing in her mind was that she had just given Amber her first Sapphic orgasm. A fact that made the ambrosia coating her tongue all the more precious.

"He ... Hea ... Heather," Amber said as she found her voice and slid down to the floor, sitting down next to her lover. "I don't know what to say."

"Say you're glad we did it." Heather intoned.

"I'm so glad we did it." the sitting blond smiled. "What else would you like me to say?"

"How bout that you want to do it again."

Amber's reply was non-verbal as she reached behind Heather's head and pulled her close, their lips coming together once again.

The two women rolled into each other's arms and onto the floor. They rocked back and forth, trading kisses and caresses. Heather lay atop Amber and kissed her hard, their lips and tongues performing an erotic ballet. At the same time, the light skinned girl ran her hands up and down Heather's back, exploring every aspect of her body. Again and again she ran her fingers across her ass, her nails leaving a quickly fading trail.

They changed places, never breaking their kiss, as Amber now took the initiative. The blond brought her fingers to Heather's face and stroked her cheeks. She moved down and cupped her lover's large dark breasts, once more bringing the large nipples to hardness. They shifted position, just enough so Amber could reach those delicious treats.

Heather now sought out the shorter girl's body, filling in the blanks on her own mental map. By the time they were done, they were as familiar with every aspect of the other's body as they were their own.

Amber whispered a request into Heather's ear. A petition that only made her face glow even brighter. They untangled their limbs and totally changed positions, until they found themselves in the classic sixty-nine. Both spread their legs, clearing a path for the other's desire.

Amber started first, tentatively probing the recess of Heather's saturated pussy. The strong scent of her sex was overpowering. The taste of her fruits exquisite. She closed her eyes as she drove deep inside, savoring a feast only dreamt about up to now.

"Oh yes," Heather encouraged her. "You're doing fine.

Motivated, Amber moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Heather's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, pleasing Heather with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as her actions became as natural to her as breathing.

Satisfied that Amber was well on her way, Heather turned her attention to her own prize. Her first taste of the blond pussy before her had left her hungering for more. With practiced skill, she mirrored the ministrations her own pussy was receiving, quickly catching up to Amber,

It became a contest between experience and neophyte enthusiasm, a race to see which could bring the other to orgasm first. In the end, the sudden surge across the finish line was too close to measure, too euphoric for either of them to actually care.

Both gyrated faster and faster, driven on by the love of the other. Hearts raced out of control as naked flesh burned with desire. Finally, they gripped each other and traveled together as one through the Fields of Elysium.

The journey left them both totally drained. A joyous fatigue that brought sleep to their eyes and a chance to relive it all over in their dreams. It was hours before their eyes opened to look wordlessly and longingly at each other.

Moonlight had given way to sunlight as they stood up and felt the morning warmth on their skin. The day was just breaking, but there was no time for even breakfast. Amber had just enough time to quickly wash up and dress, before racing downstairs to meet her ride to the studio.

Heather, dressed in one of Amber's robes, looked down on her love from the terrace. As she watched the dark studio car pulled into the early morning traffic, she threw a kiss for luck into the air.

No matter what the day brought now, last night would always shine in her memory.