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thought maybe you needed a little more permission to say Fuck it today.”  She reached out and ran a hand over my wet hair and down my back.  A spasm hit my pussy in response and I groaned.   “Every once in a while, Holly, it’s okay to say fuck it to everything and just give it a rest.”
    I looked at her, the water streaming over her body, her beautiful body that I’d just touched and kissed and finger-fucked.  I grinned.  “Okay then, Mandy, fuck it.”  I reached out and pulled her against me, rubbing my wet body up and down hers.
    Mandy smiled.  “Well, that’s a nice change.  I’m happy to see you let loose.”
    I nodded and put a finger to her lips.  “Mandy, I thought I told you to fuck it.”  I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees in front of me.  Twisting my hands in her wet hair, I brought her face up to my pussy.  Her tongue searched and found my clit, making me shudder and almost lose my footing.  I planted my feet more firmly as she thrust into my wet opening and I let my worries die down for a while longer.  Her eager moans and sighs as she worked her mouth on me helped everything recede.
    It was remarkably anti-climactic when I took the day off.  They had substitutes on call, and there wasn’t so much as a funny look. Of course, I didn’t feel an ounce of resentment the next time Holly called and invited herself over.  I just stayed in bed and waited for the doorbell to ring.     
     

My Marlena
    (The Lesbian Awakening Business Trip)
    An Explicit Lesbian Romance
    by Melody Anson
all rights reserved copyright 2015 by RW Futures Erotica
     

“I sleep with women, too,” she said, and I felt a completely unexpected burst of arousal.  The funny thing was that the conversation had started out really awkward and then got relaxed and that comment made it awkward again. 
    The business trip had been long and even though it was successful and gave me plenty of reasons to celebrate, I needed the damned drink in my hand.  When I sensed someone sitting next to me at the bar, I hoped desperately that nobody would try to pick me up.  I was thankful to hear a woman’s voice but confused when the voice said, “Well, if you’re working here tonight I better try my luck at the Harlander.”
    I turned to look at the woman.  I noticed first that she was stunning, a lovely brunette with eyes so blue they seemed almost unreal, like they were painted on and not natural. She noticed that I had no idea what she was talking about and then she looked embarrassed. “Oh God,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”
    It took me a minute to realize she’d thought I was a prostitute.  I was shocked but I also found myself intrigued, and I told her I thought it was flattering that she thought I had what it took to make a go of it.  We got past the initial embarrassment and ended up in a booth, sipping our drinks and talking like we’d been friends for years. She looked like she was in her late twenties, and I was right. She told me she was twenty-eight and she’d done calls to pay for college and then kept doing it when she found out her degree entitled her to a job earning forty-two thousand dollars to start.  She made close to twenty-thousand dollars a month and only worked four days a week.
    She made as much as me.
    She made as much as me and on a light week I worked sixty-five or sixty-six hours.  I suppose with my stock options, my 401k, and my health benefits I made more but it was still pretty damned crazy.  I asked her how long she was planning to do it and she laughed because she saw right through the question for what it really was, and interest in knowing when she’d be too old.  She was beautiful but would she still be beautiful at thirty-eight?
    “I have regular clients, fourteen of them.  Most of them see me once a month, a few see me twice and two see me every week. Usually I’m booked solid but if a day I plan to work comes up when I’m not I hit the