The Wedding Ch. 16

Amanda Dillon wasn't sure she should have accepted Bob Samuelson's invitation to spend the night at his house. She had danced with him at the wedding reception, and during one particularly passionate clutch, he asked her if she wanted to spend the night at his house so they could do more than dance.

"My wife and daughter are out of town," Bob whispered in her ear. "We can have a lot of fun."

Amanda, a detective sergeant on the Jamestown Police Department, recalled how she discovered what a terrific lover Bob Samuelson was. She gained that knowledge when she stopped by his house a few months earlier to do a security evaluation, and accepted his invitation although she did have reservations.

"I should forget this and tell him to take me home," the attractive detective told herself, but she kept silent as Bob drove them his home. "I mean, what the hell will happen if his wife comes home unexpectedly."

They arrived at the Samuelson home. Bob pulled into the driveway, shut off his car, then he turned and looked at Amanda. "Shall we go inside?" he asked.

"Ah...sure, I guess we better," Amanda replied.

The door opened and Amanda got the biggest shock of her life. A very attractive blonde woman stood inside the front door, smiling at Amanda. "Hi," the blonde said. "You must be Amanda. Bob called earlier and said you might be coming home with him. Please, come in, Amanda. I'm Joanna Samuelson."

Amanda, totally confused, followed Bob into the house. She wanted to grab him and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but didn't really know what to say.

Bob, smiling, put his arms around Amanda and kissed her on the forehead. "You see what I meant about her, Joanna?" he asked.

"Yes, I certainly do," Joanna replied. Showing no trace of jealousy, she smiled at Amanda. "I'm so glad you decided to accept Bob's invitation, Amanda," she said. She stunned the detective when she walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Bob's told me so much about you. I've been dying to meet you. I wish I'd have been able to make the wedding, but I had another engagement."

Amanda stiffened at first in the blonde's woman's, then, feeling caring and warmth exuding from the gorgeous woman, she relaxed and returned the embrace.

"I...I'm glad you...ah, Bob invited me," Amanda replied. This was entirely too weird! She looked at Bob's wife, who was still standing next to her. Joanna Samuelson certainly was beautiful. No more than five feet tall, she was petite, but quite buxom. Her breasts were surprisingly large, and looked even more so because she was so petite, but they looked as if they didn't need much support. The rest of her tiny body was remarkably well-shaped. She wore her blonde hair shoulder-length, and styled nicely.

"You'll be using the spare bedroom upstairs," Joanna said. "Come on, I'll show you." She led Amanda upstairs and showed her to the room she'd be staying in. "Make yourself comfortable, Amanda," Joanna told her. "Our bedroom's just down the hall, if you need anything. There's a nightgown you can use in the closet." She squeezed Amanda's hand, then left the room.

"This is really bizarre. I should have gone home," Amanda thought as she stripped her clothes off and prepared to get in bed. She thought she and Bob were going to be able to get it on, but it sure didn't look like that now. In fact, it looked she'd be sleeping alone. With his wife home, there would be one of Bob's passionate love-making for her tonight. Joanna would be the lucky woman getting that. Jealousy swept over her. "What the fuck was I thinking?" she mused. "Boy, was this ever a dumb move!"

Amanda decided not to wear a nightgown and slid under the covers in the king-sized bed naked. As she lay there, trying to go to sleep, all she could do was imagine Bob making love to his wife, instead of her. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was his hands moving over Joanna's body, and his erection, poised and ready, about to spear deep into his wife the way it had speared into her the last time she was here. She could picture the petite blonde, writhing in passion, as her husband's swollen shaft plunged into her.

Amanda struggled in vain to stop the lustful thoughts. And the damning thing was that her voyeuristic thoughts, in addition to making her jealous, were arousing her! "Son-of-a-bitch!" she thought, "The last thing I need to do is to get myself even more turned on than I already am. Especially since there isn't a damn thing I can do about it! Why the hell didn't I just go back to my place?"

The arousing thoughts of Bob and Joanna making love persisted, despite Amanda's best efforts to banish them. She took a magazine off the table next to the bed and tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept flashing visions of Bob and Joanna, tightly wrapped against each other, making passionate love.

There was a soft knock at the door. Before Amanda could say anything, it opened. Her heart began to pound. Had Bob slipped away from his wife after she fell asleep. Had he come to her room to make love to her now? Amanda no longer cared that if he had, she'd be getting seconds. All she wanted was to have Bob's cock plunging into her, no matter who it had been in before that.

"Amanda, are you still awake?" a soft feminine voice said.

Amanda felt a flash of disappointment. It was Joanna, not Bob, who had come to her room. Was this some kind of sick punishment being levied on her because she slept with Bob? "Ah...yeah, I...I still am," Amanda replied. She pulled the covers up to shield her nudity from the other woman's view. She should have worn a nightgown. Hell, she should have gone home!

Joanna walked across the room, her dynamite body barely covered by a long, sheer, pale blue robe. Amanda was again taken by how strikingly beautiful and self-assured the older woman was. Joanna's hair, which had been styled perfectly earlier, was mussed. "Bob probably screwed the shit out of her!" Amanda thought bitterly. "Damn, him! Damn them! I have to be the biggest idiot this side of the Rockies!"

"Is everything all right" Joanna asked softly. "Are you comfortable, Amanda?"

"I...I think so," Amanda replied.

"I know all this probably seems strange to you," Joanna said softly. She sat down on the bed next to Amanda. "But Bob and I really are glad to have you here."

Not knowing why, Amanda began to cry. Joanna was being so nice, Amanda felt guilty. She'd slept with this woman's husband! And she'd come here tonight expecting to sleep with him again! Not only that, she'd been angry because Bob was making love to Joanna. And then Joanna had to go and be so nice to her!

"There, now..." Joanna murmured. She moved closer to Amanda and put her arms around the crying woman. Joanna's action was so natural, and Amanda felt so bad that, without thinking, she allowed herself to be drawn into the older woman's comforting embrace. She desperately needed comforting and was unaware that, in moving into Joanna's embrace, she'd dropped the covers and was nearly naked in Joanna's arms.

Amanda sobbed out her sorrow on Joanna's shoulder for quite a while. The blonde's warm embrace helped. Then Joanna, in her soft, lovely voice, said, "Go ahead, dear, let it out. I understand how confused and upset you must be. A good cry always helps."

Joanna began to rub Amanda's back, and as she calmed down, Amanda realized she was uncovered. She found Joanna's touch both calming and faintly disturbing. The tension that had resulted in tears was being replaced by tension of a different, more wonderful, kind. Was it possible she was so horny she could be getting turned on another woman's touch?

"Damn! What is wrong with me tonight? I'm acting really weird!" Amanda thought. She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up, covering her breasts. As she did, her arm brushed across Joanna's breasts. A pleasant, tingling sensation rushed up Amanda's arm, causing goose bumps to rise on her skin. "Am I imagining things, or were Joanna's nipples hard?" she thought. Confusion and fear began to overwhelm the policewoman. What was wrong with her? She wasn't like that? She liked making it with guys! She couldn't possibly be getting turned on by touching, and being touched by, another woman!

"Ah...Joanna..." Amanda gasped. She leaned back in the older woman's arms and looked at her.

"What, dear?" the lovely blonde replied, looking directly into Amanda's eyes.

"I...ah...I...I don't know what to say," Amanda stammered. Joanna's gaze had totally disconcerted her. "Jesus!" Amanda thought, her mind whirling. "If I wasn't sure she just got the hell fucked out of her by her husband, I'd say she was horny! Damn! I'm going nuts! I've got to be imagining this. This has to be some kind of weird nightmare!"

"Let me guess," Joanna said softly, "You were lying in here, imagining that Bob was making love with me, weren't you?"

Amanda nodded. She kept her eyes downcast. She didn't dare make eye contact with Joanna. What she'd seen in the other woman's eyes had her in turmoil as it was!

"If that's what you were thinking, I'll bet it turned you on, didn't it?" Joanna continued.

Amanda nodded again.

"I know about you and Bob," Joanna said softly. "He and I have no secrets from each other, in case that's what you were wondering. And I'm not in the least upset or angry, so don't be worried."

"Ah...that...that's not it," Amanda stammered. "Its...I'm upset because..."

"You're upset because my being here like this, holding you like this, is arousing you a little and that frightens you, doesn't it?" Joanna said.

Amanda, stunned that Joanna had read her emotional state so accurately, nodded a third time.

"Look at me, dear," Joanna said, softly, but firmly. "Please, look at me."

Amanda did. Her eyes met the lovely blonde's, the eyes of her lover's wife. In them Amanda saw, or thought she did, what? There was something there. Was it passion? Or was her growing lust making her see things that weren't really there?

"Amanda, have you ever made love with a woman?" Joanna asked.

Amanda shook her head.

"If I told you I would very much like to make love with you, what would you think?" Joanna whispered.

"I...I..." Amanda stammered as powerful emotions flooded her. She couldn't speak, couldn't move. What shocked her was that she realized she wanted to find out what it would be like for Joanna to make love to her. She had no idea why, but she didn't care if it was sick and perverted, she wanted to feel this lovely, incredible woman touching her body, giving her pleasure. She had to know what that would be like! Just the thought of having Joanna make love to her excited her! She could feel wetness dampening her groin. "My God! I don't believe this!" she thought. "All I did was think about making love with Joanna, and I'm soaking wet!"

Without waiting for Amanda's response, Joanna softly tugged the sheet out of Amanda's grip, baring the younger woman's breasts. Amanda's hands dropped to the bed and she sat there, her breathing ragged, feeling Joanna's eyes moving over her. "I can't believe this is happening!" the lust-filled policewoman thought. "It has to be a dream! It can't be real! I'm not like that!"

"Amanda, your breasts are incredibly beautiful," Joanna said.

Joanna's words thrilled Amanda. She felt her nipples begin to pucker and stiffen and tiny thrills raced through her.

Joanna's soft hands went to Amanda's shoulders and tugged gently. Their faces moved closer, then Amanda was jarred to her very core when Joanna's soft lips covered hers. Heat, like nothing she'd ever, ever known, flashed through Amanda as she kissed another woman passionately for the first time in her life. Her lips parted and she felt Joanna's tongue slide between them. Unconsciously, her arms slid around the older woman's body, and the intensity of their kiss increased.

Finally, gasping for breath, they ended their kiss and sat there, clutching each other.

"Please...I...I...I want you to make love to me," Amanda heard herself say. It was odd, it was almost as if she were outside herself, watching this happen to someone else, hearing someone else say those astounding words. But the sensations she was experiencing were real, only too real!

"Yes, I hoped you'd say that, dear," Joanna replied softly. She responded to what Amanda said by sliding her hands down across the other woman's chest and very gently cupping the younger woman's breasts. Then, holding Amanda's lovely globes in her cupped palms, Joanna bent and began to suckled the rosy tips, taking each one deep into her mouth in turn.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Amanda moaned. Her hands tangled in the blonde's silken hair and she pulled Joanna against her. She'd never felt anything like this before and it was exhilarating! Joanna's touch was both soft and gentle.

Then, suddenly, "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!!!! I'm...I'm coming!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!! Suck them, Joanna!!! Ohhhhh!!! I'm commmiinnnnngggggg!!! Yesssss!!!" Amanda cried as an unexpected orgasm swept through her.

Amanda's orgasm peaked, then waned, but Joanna continued with her gentle, insistent caresses of the hardened tips of Amanda's perfectly-formed breasts. Finally, Joanna gave each tip one last kiss and sat back. She looked into Amanda's flushed face and smiled. "My Goodness!!" she said softly. "You were horny, weren't you, my dear?"

Impulsively, Amanda clutched the older woman to her. She buried her face Joanna's soft, fragrant blonde hair. "I didn't have any idea I was that turned on!" she whispered. "God! I never felt anything like that before in my life!"

When their embrace ended, Joanna had Amanda lay back on the bed, then she pulled the covers off the younger woman, baring her body. "My God, Amanda!" Joanna exclaimed as her eyes traveled over the younger woman's naked body, "You have a fantastic body!"

Amanda felt herself blushing, then she gasped when Joanna began to caress her. The other woman's soft, warm hands seemed to be touching her everywhere at once, sending jolts of exquisite pleasure through her. Her body writhed and arched as Joanna's hands ventured over it.

Joanna's soft hands slid up the insides of her legs, trailing fire as they did. Amanda parted her legs, and Joanna's fingers combed through her pubic hair and brushed her clit.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Amanda moaned, her body arching under the older woman's gentle touch.

Something warm and damp was touching her thigh, something else was tickling her other thigh, almost making her cry out in joy. Amanda looked down and saw that Joanna had begun to kiss the inside of one thigh, while her disheveled blonde hair was tickling the other thigh as the older woman's soft lips moved over her silken skin. Fires of lust raged out of control in Amanda's body. "Jesus!" she thought as thrill after thrill swept through her. "Maybe coming over here with Bob tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all!"

Amanda's hips again arched off the bed when Joanna's hand cupped her vagina. Then a wonderful exploration began. One lovely, slim finger slid between her silken lips, soaked and oiled by Amanda's love-juices. "Yesssss!!!!" Amanda hissed as Joanna's finger slid into her, and began a gentle, probing exploration. "Oh, yesssss!!!"

Amanda raised her head and watched, transfixed, as Joanna kissed her way nearer and near to the center of her pleasure. She found herself desperately wanting to feel the blonde's lips on her vagina. "Oh, Joanna!!!" Amanda moaned, "Yesssss!!! Oh, yesssss!!!! Please!!! Do itttt to me!!! Eat meeeee!!!"

Then warmth and wetness covered her vagina when Joanna withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue. The blonde began lapping and licking Amanda's opening and the super-aroused policewoman's back arched, lifting her hips off the bed. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow and she grasped her breasts and pulled at the nipples as Joanna's caresses suffused her with passion.

"Oh, God!! Oh!! Joanna!!! Oh!!! Darling!!! Oh!!! Joanna!!! Joanna!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!!"Amanda babbled, overwhelmed with delightful sensations, sensations more intense than anything she'd ever imagined. "Gonna come!!! Oh, God, Joanna!!! I'm gonna come!!!" she cried suddenly, "My, God!!! Oh, Joanna!!! Eat meeeee!! So good!!! I'm...I'm coming!!! Yes!! I'm coming!!! I...I...Ahhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Amanda continued to writhe and buck under the onslaught of Joanna's lips, tongue, and fingers. Finally, spent, she lay still.

Joanna gave Amanda's vagina one last kiss, then she stretched out next to her on the bed, and pulled the willing young woman into her arms.

"My God, Joanna, I...I never felt anything like that before!" Amanda whispered.

Joanna kissed her softly. "I'm glad it was good for you, dear," she murmured. "I wanted you from the moment you walked in the front door."

Amanda realized Joanna still had her robe on. She also realized that she'd been selfish. Joanna had given her so much pleasure, yet she'd returned nothing. Warmth again began to spread through her as she made up her mind to try and give the gorgeous blonde the same kind of pleasure she'd received.

"What about you?" Amanda asked. "That was all for me."

"I'm very turned on," Joanna replied, smiling gently. "You are an extremely beautiful and exciting woman, my dear."

"I...I'd like to...would you like it if I...?" Amanda stammered.

"Do you really want to make love to me?" Joanna asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm more than happy to have shared what we already did. I don't want you feeling pressured."

"I want to make love to you!!!" Amanda moaned. She rolled atop the older woman, kissing her passionately. Finally, needing to breathe, she broke the kiss and knelt next to Joanna on the bed. Her hand tore at the sash on Joanna's robe, got it undone. Then, her hands trembling, she pushed the robe open, baring Joanna's gorgeous compact body. She was going to make love to another woman for the first time and nothing was going to stop her!

Joanna's tanned body looked even more lovely against the pale blue robe she was lying on, and Amanda paused and stared at it. Although the older woman was small, her shape was nearly perfect! Her body was full and exquisite. Her breasts, as Amanda suspected, surprisingly large, with dark areolas and thick nipples. Her tiny navel was a perfect punctuation mark on the tan skin of her slightly rounded, flawless belly.

As Amanda gazed on Joanna's the luscious physique, her desire to touch, explore, and possess the elegant form lying in front of her grew.

"Don't be afraid, my dear," Joanna murmured, "Go ahead, touch me."

Amanda had never touched another woman sexually before, but now she wanted to desperately. As she watched, Joanna raised her arms above her head and arched her body in a languorous stretch. Amanda found the movement incredibly erotic and, with a soft moan, she reached out a trembling hand and touched Joanna on the flat area just under her breasts. The skin was soft and warm to the touch, it felt somehow different than the men's skin she'd touched before. She was amazed how silky smooth it was.

"That's it," Joanna purred, "that's exactly how you do it."

Amanda slid her hand tentatively over the older woman's flesh and could tell from Joanna's soft murmurs that she was pleasing her. She began to devote her attention to Joanna's breasts, curling her hands around them, feeling their jellied firmness. Joanna's dark areolas wrinkled, and her thick nipples began to emerge.

Amanda bent and took one protruding tip between her lips. Joanna moaned and her back arched off the bed. Her hands combed through Amanda's hair, tangling in it as Amanda began suckling the swollen nipple she held in her mouth.

"Oh Amanda, that's it! It feels lovely!!" Joanna murmured, "So lovely!!"