GOOD ENOUGH

TO EAT

Three Stories of

Edible Lesbian Erotica

Aunt Fanny

Copyright © 2011 by Aunt Fanny

Delicatess’n copyright © by Aunt Fanny 2011

Too Hot to Handle copyright © by Aunt Fanny 2006. First published in Extreme Passions (Erotic Interludes), Bold Stroke Books

Orange Valentine copyright © by Aunt Fanny 2006. First published as My Orange Valentine in After Midnight: True Lesbian Confessions, Cleis Press

All Rights Reserved

First Edition, September 2011

ISBN: 978-1466392045

ISBN-13:  1466392045

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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DEDICATION

For every lesbian who has ever lunched with lascivious ladies.

Never thought you’d find yourself in a dedication,

now did you?

Table of Contents

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

DELICATESS’N

TOO HOT TO HANDLE

ORANGE VALENTINE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I, as Aunt Fanny, know full well that I could never have achieved my current level of success without the dedicated and very inventive efforts of all my past lovers. So here’s to you Ladies!  Thank you for being your talented, beautiful, gifted selves. And if you recognize yourself in a story, relax dear, it’s not really you. I promise.

I’d also like to thank Amazon.com for making it possible to publish with them. The Kindle has lit the fire that will revolutionize the future of the written word dramatically. It is through them that the people will once more find their voice.

And last, but most certainly not least, I’d like to thank you, my Reader. Lesbians – you rock sister friends!  And you straight allies are the bomb! Your continued support is simply fabulous and greatly appreciated.

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DELICATESS’N

Tess checked the menu board over the cash register carefully, looking for spelling errors. She examined the front door for smudges on the glass and finding some, fetched the window cleaner and cleaned it herself.

“How’re we set for the lunch bunch?” she asked Mario, the man who’d run the deli kitchen for the last thirty years, first under her father’s ownership and now hers. She swiped her straw blond hair from the green eyes she’d inherited from her Pop.

 “All the deliveries were on time. We’re prepped and ready,” answered Mario. She grinned at him, patting his arm affectionately before taking her place behind the cash register at the door. From there Tess could run the deli and greet every customer personally.

She had been just seventeen when her father died of a sudden stroke five years earlier, unceremoniously dumping her out into the world. Her mother was long gone and there was no other family. It had always been Pop and Tess, in it together to the end. Her generous mouth formed a slight smile at his memory, tinged with remembered grief.

She had been helping in the deli after school since she’d been ten. Now Kelly’s Deli was hers. Tess was determined to keep it going, and well. Pop hadn’t had time to leave her anything else.

It was a crisp September morning of her senior year when she’d found Pop lying on the living room sofa, dead. She’d gone to bed a member of a family, and woken up all alone, having to make hard adult decisions immediately. Tess ducked her head down, angrily swiping away the few hot tears that escaped her iron control. She still cried, even after five years. But not today, she chided herself. No time for a pity party today. She smoothed down her straw like blond hair as best she could. She squared her shoulders.

“Let’s do it,” she called out to her neatly uniformed staff, just as she did every day. They smiled and threw her the thumbs up.

Tess turned the sign in the window. Immediately a group of three entered, shoppers who’d been waiting on the sidewalk for the popular eatery to open. She passed them to Sharon, a motherly woman who’d worked at Kelly’s forever. She seated them and hustled to supply drinks as David, a tall boy from Texas, rotated into her place.

          Tess was already greeting the next group. Kelly’s boasted thirty booths and forty tables, as well as the ever busy counter. Employees from businesses up and down the block began arriving, taking their regular lunch time stools. Mario shouted greetings from the open kitchen, and started their usual orders. Sharon posted up her order. He smiled and whistled, happy to be in his element. He loved his job and did it wonderfully.

It was Mario who’d convinced Tess she could keep ownership of Kelly’s Deli, and finish high school besides. He’d helped her with her personal finances and even with homework from school. She’d made some basic renovations to Kelly’s, changed the color scheme, and decided on a local celebrity theme. She’d collected autographed glamour shots of the most popular struggling actors from the theater across the street and framed them, which would work in everyone’s favor if someone made it to the big time. In the last year Tess had managed to double the deli’s profit margin, and fund a nice healthy raise for Mario and her other employees.

          She’d earned her diploma a year late because she’d gotten permission to take only half of her senior classes at a time, which freed her for Kelly’s. After she’d graduated she’d thrown herself into the deli with her entire heart and soul, leaving no time for a social life in the past few years. She’d never found it easy to make friends in school. She’d only dated to please Pop.

She still saw a few people from high school, those who came in to eat before a show, or happened to be shopping in the neighborhood. They always made her uneasy. Tess would force a smile and drop a few words about the good old days, then pass them quickly on to her staff, relieved to be free of them. It made her tense just to be around anyone who might have guessed her secret back then, she’d been so stupidly obvious at the time. No one could know about that crush. No one. It would change the way everyone viewed her, forever.

Deidre had caught her attention from the first moment of the first day of their sophomore year. The Vandenberg family had just moved to Charlottesville. She’d been the most beautiful girl in school, a cheerleader, and part of the popular crowd. Deidre had also excelled in academics, competing with Tess on occasion in math. She was dazzling, radiant, and Tess’ heart had seized up every time she’d looked at her, which happened miraculously at least once a day, five days a week, for the entire school year.

Deidre and Tess had shared a gym class that year. Every day Tess had waited for Deidre to dress out for gym. If she timed it just right she’d manage to swing her head around toward the tall dark haired beauty’s locker just as Deidre removed her bra for the showers. The tall girl’s breasts were lush, luxuriant, and would burst free from their restraint, swaying slightly against her chest as the nipples saluted, going from flaccid to rigid in under ten seconds. Tess had tried not to let her glance linger, but was sure she’d failed as often as she’d succeeded. It was impossible not to stare at such large, perfect breasts. The rest of Deidre was also perfect and beautiful, but Tess’ eyes kept seeking out her magnificent tits.

          Tess had wanted the most outrageous things then; to dance with Deirdre, hold her hand, kiss her lips, and her breasts. She’d felt a hunger, a longing, to make Deidre her girlfriend, her lover. Tess had never acted upon those feelings of course, not even once. But she’d wanted to. Oh Lord, had she wanted to. She’d been on the verge of talking about her feelings for the beautiful cheerleader with Pop, but then he died. She’d worried that her shocking feelings for Deidre had somehow caused his death, but that was just ridiculous. Wasn’t it? He hadn’t known. Had he? Tess shook off those nagging thoughts as the evening business started. Guilt could be overwhelming, and she didn’t need that now.

          The BTC (Before Theater Crowd) started surging in at six. The curtain always rose at eight, so the staff at Kelly’s dove into overdrive, providing outstanding fare in record time. People ate and enjoyed the deli’s food, eagerly anticipating the evening’s entertainment. Tips were lavish and smiles were everywhere.

The relative slow down that started the shank of the evening was welcome, however. Tess fetched herself a green salad and corned beef on rye, relinquishing the cash register to Sharon. She had just started pouring homemade Green Goddess dressing on crisp lettuce when a shadow fell across her regular table.

“Hi,” said the dark haired beauty of her dreams, sliding into the booth opposite her. “Remember me from high school? I’m Deirdre,” she grinned, sliding her meatloaf onto the table. “Mind if I join you?”

That thing happened to Tess. Her heart started racing, and she was suddenly perspiring everywhere. Her breath caught in her rib cage, and her eyes watered. How could this happen? She’d just been thinking about Deidre. It had been years since she’d last seen the love of her life, the lust of her loins. All those feelings were behind her. Or so she’d thought.

          “Deirdre, hi,” she said weakly, trapped. Tess had a full plate in front of her, there was food in her mouth, and she couldn’t jump up and run away pretending business called. “Wouldn’t you like a nice booth of your own?” She hoped her voice wasn’t squeaking but she couldn’t hear it for the roaring in her ears. She strained, listening for Deidre’s answer.

“Oh no,” answered the slender young woman with long dark hair spilling freely over her shoulders. “I’d much rather sit and visit with you.” That seemed to settle the matter. Deidre scooped a forkful of mashed potatoes and gravy into her mouth, her sexy lips smiling around it. Tess surreptitiously wiped sweat from her forehead.

“I’m working down the street at Liberty Drugs,” Deirdre explained. “I saw Kelly’s across the street, and remembered your father. He came to all the math competitions, rooting for you. And he always had a kind word for me. I was a little jealous, actually. I came in, hoping you’d be here.”

“That’s, that’s nice,” mumbled Tess, knowing she was blushing to the roots of her blond hair, her freckles jumping out. “I didn’t know you knew who I was back in high school.”

“Everyone knew who you were after your father died,” said the former cheerleader casually as she lifted a forkful of meatloaf. It froze in mid-air as Deidre realized what she’d said. She looked earnestly at Tess. “But of course I knew who you were before that, too. You beat me five out of ten math competitions. You were my major challenge.”

          And you were mine, thought Tess, but felt gratified nonetheless. “Still living with your parents?” she asked, more to turn the spotlight from her, but also incredibly curious. It had been four years since she’d last seen Deidre, and she’d been so profoundly successful in everything back then Tess could only imagine what heights she’d risen to in the mean time.

To her surprise, Deidre ducked her head, blushing. It looked charming on the beauty, her cheeks flushed, blue eyes bright. A lush waterfall of dark hair fell across her face, shielding her from Tess’ view. “I’m, well, I’m between places at the moment,” she confessed.

“But surely you’re going to college?” asked Tess, astounded.

          “Sometimes,” said Deidre, looking up a little defensively, tucking luscious hair behind her ear. “But it’s so hard.” She looked at her former competitor and blushed more deeply at the disbelief she found there.

“You were smarter than anyone else at our high school,” announced Tess with absolute certainty. “You could get straight A’s in college standing on your head if you wanted too.”

Deidre’s smile lit up her face brilliantly. “Well, it’s a little more difficult than that,” she grinned. “There was a problem with my parents and they withdrew their funding. So I work where I can, live in my car, and go to school every other semester.” Deidre smiled ruefully. “It’s a long slow process, but I’ll make it.”

“I know you will,” agreed Tess. She was surprised to hear about the trouble with Deidre’s parents. They’d always seemed so supportive to Tess. Back in high school Deidre had beautiful clothes, drove a beautiful car, and always had plenty of money in her pocket to spend. Tess wondered what had gone so wrong, but couldn’t bring herself to pry.

          “And what about you?” asked Deidre, looking around Kelly’s curiously. “Are you in college?”

“Oh no,” said Tess regretfully, gesturing broadly. “This is my college. I can’t leave the business to run itself while I’m off getting an education. I’ll learn what I need to learn here. You’d be surprised at the lessons that come my way.” She laughed, completely unaware of how doing so made her green eyes shine.

          “I admire you, you know,” confessed Deidre, suddenly blushing and ducking her head again. Once more that protective curtain fell across her face, hiding delicate features. In high school she’d always held her head up proudly.

Tess didn’t know what to say, so chose to remain silent.

Peeking around her hair Deidre said, “I mean, you coped with a horrific situation, and here you are doing just fine, thriving even.” She shrugged expressively. Tess immediately noticed she was braless under her thin blue t-shirt. She forced herself to refocus on Deidre’s words, made her eyes rise, and willed herself not to blush.

“I’m a complete mess, barely hanging on,” continued Deidre. She put her knife and fork down and stared earnestly into Tess’ plain face. “How do you do it?”

          Tess sat back and thought for a moment. “How can I not?” she asked Deidre earnestly. “I was loved, cherished, and protected until suddenly one day I was on my own. There was no one going to make my life good except me, so it was easy to do what needed doing. I had no choice.”

As she spoke with Deidre she felt that old almost painful desire for her. Every muscle in her body was fighting with her brain over whether she should sweep Deidre into her arms and carry her upstairs despite the looks they’d receive. She ached to hold her heart’s desire, make her feel as confident as she once had, love her until she was loved in return. But of course, she didn’t.

Instead, she enjoyed the next fifteen minutes of chatting with her former classmate, knowing Deidre would soon rise from her seat and walk out of the deli and her life forever. Tess filled her eyes with the sight of this beautiful stranger, the stuff of her fantasies, and felt blessed. She’d be fantasizing over this chance visit for months, if not years. Then something Deidre said caught her total attention.

“Now all I need is an apartment.” The formidably intelligent, fascinatingly beautiful young woman chuckled nervously. Deidre glanced meaningfully from Tess, to upstairs, back at Tess, then furtively around to see if anyone was near and listening.

Tess followed her gaze and was relieved to see her staff all busily working away, not paying any attention to the two young women at all. Looking back at Deidre, Tess cocked her head to one side, sure she hadn’t understood correctly. “Unless,” continued the black haired beauty, shyly, “you’re already rooming with someone?” She pulled her hair over one shoulder and started twisting it, fidgeting.

          “Uh, no,” said Tess, stunned. Could this possibly be happening? “I thought about renting once or twice, but I haven’t wanted to share my privacy since Pop died.” She flushed guiltily at the thought of what he would say if he knew she was hoping to move the woman of her lust filled desire into their home.

“Oh,” said Deidre, clearly disappointed. She smiled resignedly, gathered up her purse, and started to rise. Before she could think herself out of it, Tess grabbed her hand and pulled her back down.

Looking around quickly she caught flashes of Sharon’s frown and Mario’s smile, then refocused on Deidre. Lovely Deidre. Lost and feeling abandoned Deidre. Vulnerable Deidre. Sexy beyond belief Deidre. Deidre of the boobs, cheerleader and mathematician, and her single greatest desire.

“Don’t you have any place to stay?” Tess asked gently.

“Not really,” said the blue eyed beauty. “I‘ve been living in my car for quite awhile now. Then I got this new job, and I thought of you, and, just started dreaming things. You know?”

Tess did know. She knew all too well the power of want. There’d been plenty of times when she’d dreamed things, like having a mother, Pop still alive, and Deidre as her lover. She nodded, mutely.

Mario arrived with coffee and a large piece of ultra rich looking chocolate mousse cheesecake with two forks. “Here, boss,” he said while grinning at Tess. “You and your friend try the new flavor cheesecake and let me know what you think.” Mario winked at Deidre. He disappeared discreetly. She looked thoughtfully after him. A moment later she shook her head as if to clear it and turned to Tess.

“I dreamed maybe we could live together and be best friends,” said Deidre sipping her wine, “sort of like Laverne and Shirley. I could go to college, and maybe you could too. I’ll pay rent, which has to help you out financially, and I’ll be a great roommate.” Deidre’s voice was almost pleading. “I’m very clean, and discreet. I’d never interrupt you and a boyfriend.” Her blue eyes slid sideways and caught Tess’, drinking in her reaction.

          Tess blinked twice and grinned wryly. That thought was as far from hers as possible. “No worries about boyfriends,” she assured the woman of her dreams with a rueful smile. If she only knew.

“I can pay four hundred a month,” said Deidre eagerly. “Maybe more if it’s a deal breaker.”

“Let’s say three hundred,” grinned Tess, amazed at her luck. “When can you move in?” The two young women threw silly grins at each other, and each reached with a fork for the piece of cheesecake in the same moment. Their fingers brushed over the dessert. The electrical surge between them should have lit all of Elderberry Street. Emerald eyes met blue, and Tess saw naked desire in Deidre’s for a split second before jerking her eyes away in panic.

Her heart soared. Could this be happening? Life didn’t work out this way, ever, for anyone. She worried she was losing her sanity and imagining everything. She’d wake from a fever dream to find only Mario and Sharon and the delicatessen. But when she shyly looked at Deidre once more, there it was again, definite lasciviousness lighting up her face. Unadulterated lust was surging from the beauty with the magnificent breasts straining against thin fabric sitting across from her, and it was directed right at Tess!

Tess fished in her pocket and pulled out the key for her upstairs flat. Head swimming, she watched her hand slide it across the table. “Laverne and Shirley, no,” she dared to whisper, “but Ellen and Portia perhaps.” She grinned shyly. Deidre scooped up some cheesecake and placed it within her perfect mouth, sucking and licking as she pulled the fork free. Tess watched her tongue dance out of her mouth to lick the fork once more, too captivated by the sexiness of it to worry who might be watching her watch Deidre.

“I just happen to have everything I own parked outside,” said Deidre, scooping up another piece of chocolate lusciousness. This time she kept her eyes on Tess as she bit quickly into it, then licked her lips. She reached impulsively back across the table to grab Tess’ hand, still holding the key to “their” apartment. “You won’t be sorry, I promise.” Too quickly she dropped Tess’ hand, palming the key. “I’ll unpack while you finish working, then we can share a glass of wine together to celebrate!” She scooped up one last forkful of cheesecake, but this time leaned across the table and presented it to Tess’ lips. Surprised, she took it in, releasing the fork and savoring the rich darkness of the chocolate.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. Tess watched Deidre go in and out several times, lugging cardboard boxes that looked heavy. The well toned young woman seemed to have no trouble with them. Just noticing this caused Tess’ heart to beat as erratically as it had when she’d watched Deidre lead cheers years ago.

As soon as Kelly’s was closed, she hurried her crew to clean and prep for tomorrow. Distracted as she ushered them out the door and locked up, Tess didn’t notice a grin of satisfaction cross Mario’s face as he patted her shoulder and said goodnight. He was happy she was happy, but she didn’t know it. She climbed the stairs, nervous and excited.

          Tess’ heart pounded as she turned into her apartment. Empty boxes stood neatly stacked near the stairs, ready for disposal in the morning. Dozens of candles were flickering all around the big room. They weren’t hers, so they must have been supplied by Deidre. Music played softly in the background and a bottle of wine from Kelly’s bar downstairs sat chilling in a bowl of ice chips in the kitchen.

“Come here Tess,” Deidre called from Pop’s old bedroom. Chest pounding, Tess followed the voice, mesmerized. When she came to the door, she paused before pushing it open. She took a deep breath, and stepped in.

Deidre lay naked on blue silk sheets that exactly matched her eyes. Quivering candlelight shadowed and revealed her voluptuous body. She undulated, stretching sensually, liquid heat amidst cool sheets. Dark tendrils of silken hair shimmered over plump pillows.

Tess stood rooted in place, afraid if she moved she’d wake from a dream. That old familiar ache filled her to the point of bursting. And then her fantasy woman spoke.

          “Come here,” Deidre said her voice husky. A look of mixed lust and excitement filled her eyes. She raised her arms and spread them wide. Her perfect breasts rose too, and beckoned.

          “You want me?” Tess asked, her hand rising to her fairly flat chest. When Deidre half rose and nodded, smiling seductively at her Tess blurted, “But why?”

“I knew you had a crush on me in high school,” Deidre teased. Her hands cupped her breasts while she stroked her nipples with her thumbs. “I could read in your eyes then what you wanted to do to me. It turned me on then, and it turns me on now. Here’s your chance. Come here.”

She patted the bed beside her long supple body, and Tess allowed her eyes to caress the soft fullness of round breasts tipped with deep red nipples, the narrow waist and flaring hips, and the shaved pussy that had been covered in lush black curls in high school. The new look was better. Way better.

          “You knew?” asked Tess, sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed, feeling the slippery sheets shift her weight.

“Of course I knew. A woman knows when her breasts are being stared at every day. It got so I made sure I was facing your way when I took off my bra. Sometimes I even posed for you. And you would stare, sometimes you’d stare so long I’d have to turn away to keep others from noticing.” Deidre laughed and reached for her white uniform blouse. Tess blushed. No one had ever undressed her before.

“You’re so cute when you blush,” murmured Deidre, dazing Tess even more. “So butch in your own oblivious way.” She tugged Tess’ blouse free of the waistband of her slacks, then began working on the button and zipper. Soon Tess found herself sitting shyly on the bed, fighting the urge to cover the trashed bra and pair of Pop’s old boxers she wore. She never remembered to buy underwear. Suddenly she wished she had.

Out of nowhere she blurted, “I love you.” Then died.

“Come to me, Tess,” whispered Deidre. “I love you, too.”

Every ache in Tess’ wounded heart eased at those words. She didn’t pause to consider their source, or any hidden meanings. She let her fantasies sweep her away, and fell into Deidre’s open arms.

She approached her first kiss with another woman innocently, and pulled away wise. When Deidre’s soft lips first met hers, Tess experienced a burning desire unknown to her. Parts of her body started surging in ways she’d never imagined.

As Deidre’s questing tongue claimed her mouth, Tess discovered surrender. When her own tongue ventured forward, she stood poised on the brink of a brave new world. Everything she’d never known about herself came bubbling up for acknowledgment, but Tess shoved it all aside to consider another time.

Soon her underwear was thrown off, and she was exploring and being explored. Strong fingers caressed breasts, kneading nipples. Necks were nibbled and earlobes bitten. One minute Tess would be on top, the next Deidre would take control. Bellies undulated, mounds surged into each other, hands caressed, asses were grabbed, and both women sighed at the exact same moment. They laughed together easily.

Deidre slithered down Tess’ body, skip kissing. Lower she crept until she lay nestled between Tess’ thighs. She pushed straw like nether hair out of her way. Using one hand to pull open plump lips, the fingers of the other began teasing Tess’ juicy red clit.

Tess lay panting in a familiar space of her fantasy. Her craving knew no bounds. Deidre’s hot breath blew on her exposed clit. She moaned and thrust her hips up, searching for and finding Deidre’s mouth. It met her pussy in a kiss as old as time. Tess was licked, sucked, and nibbled. Naked need ignited a spark of self recognition. She moaned again as every dream she’d ever had was met and exceeded.

Deidre’s talented tongue danced over her clit, and slowly, oh so slowly, first one and then a second finger was thrust into Tess’ tight, virginal cunt. Her moisture was rich, flowing freely. If she’d given herself a second to consider it, she’d have been embarrassed, but she was lost in a world of sensual pleasure.

          Deidre stopped long enough to switch herself around and on top of Tess, presenting her own pussy for attention. Her new lover dove in eagerly, imitating her every move, and soon they were lost in a steady rhythm of sucking, thrusting, and licking.

Both women neared the edge and danced around it. Deidre crested first, and the sheer joy of holding a naked woman in her arms while she orgasmed sent Tess over right after. They continued stroking and licking and sucking each other until they had ridden several smaller waves, and then still a while after that because they enjoyed it so much.

Deidre finally rolled off, then over to the side of the bed. “I’m hungry,” she announced. “I’m going to get us something to eat and drink. She rose, and her naked ass swayed enticingly as she went to the kitchen. She returned holding a tray with sliced fruit, veggies, peanut butter and crackers. An open bottle of wine and two filled glasses tinkled as she set the tray on a table by the bed.

“To you, Tess,” she said, her lovely eyes glittering by the bedside candlelight. Shadows played gently across her full breasts as she raised her arm. “To our future.” She drained her glass, and looked expectantly at Tess who merely sipped hers.

“Let’s dance,” suggested Tess, inspired to fulfill yet another fantasy. She switched on the radio and their two naked bodies melded together on the hardwood floor. Perhaps because she’d imagined it so often, Tess led with no effort whatsoever. Deidre’s warm body enticed and delighted her curious hands. The music slowed, and so did their dancing. When the song ended, Tess scooped Deidre up in her arms and carried her to the bed.

“Have some wine,” suggested Deidre, refilling her own glass. Tess looked at her glass, but instead reached for a peeled carrot. “I’m more hungry than thirsty,” she said as she pushed Deidre back and spread her legs. She ran the cool carrot over first one silken thigh, then the other, drawing it down further and further until finally she inserted it into her lover’s pussy, pushing gently until it disappeared. Then she leaned forward and sucked in her lover’s clit.

Deidre moaned, her own wine forgotten, as Tess gently inserted her tongue into her pussy, drawing the carrot slowly, oh so slowly, from her lover. Tess chewed as it emerged, her lips and teeth teasing Deidre’s flesh. By the time she was finished, Deidre was more than ready. But no, Tess had only just begun.

This time she reached for a cluster of red luscious grapes. One by one, keeping her eyes locked on Deidre’s, Tess placed each large fruit at the lower lips of her lover, and shoved them in with her thumb. Some disappeared, and then some more, and still more, until ripe, red, juicy grapes stuffed her lover’s pussy. “Get up,” said Tess, helping to raise Deidre until she was on her knees, legs spread. “Keep them in,” she warned her lover. Deidre only laughed and let her jet black hair drape across her breasts as she cupped herself with both hand.

Tess quickly lay flat on the bed and pulled Deidre until she was straddling her face. “Now feed me,” said Tess, grabbing Deidre’s ass and squeezing hard. Deidre moaned and writhed over her then squatted, bringing her pussy to her lover’s open mouth. One after another she’d let the grapes drop into her lover’s mouth. Each was quickly chewed and swallowed and the juice licked over and around Deidre’s clit. She climaxed wildly as the last one left her, exploding grape and pussy juice over Tess’ face and chin. They sat up and Deidre grabbed a napkin to tenderly wipe her lover’s face.

“Now it’s my turn,” announced Deidre. She laughed as Tess eagerly lay back on the bed and spread her legs in anticipation. Deidre examined the contents of the platter and selected the jar of peanut butter. Tess’ face broke open in a comical grin. “How…?” She never got a chance to finish her sentence, because Deidre used first one hand and then the other to scoop out handfuls of peanut butter, which she promptly spread over Tess’ small, tender breasts.

“That’s a waste of good peanut butter,” groused Tess.

“You think?” asked Deidre before she lowered her face to Tess’ and kissed her deeply. Both of her hands began kneading the peanut butter into Tess’ skin, finger painting dexterously over nipples and flesh, digging a little here, pulling a little there, until Tess whimpered through the kiss. The oil in the peanut butter quickly warmed and melted against hot skin, slick and sticky at the same time. Deidre bit lightly at Tess’ bottom lip, then lowered herself and started nibbling and licking Tess’s tits clean.

Never in her entire life had Tess imagined such sensations from her breasts. They’d always more or less hung there, rather in the way than anything else. Now she realized just how sensitive they were. Every nerve ending was straining, urging her to rise out of her own skin, into a higher plane of being.

When Deidre’s sticky hands finally found her pussy, Tess was nearly delirious from the sensual flood. Feelings held deep for too long escaped her so quickly that she actually screamed when Deidre’s three fingers entered her with a thrust. Her orgasm blazed up, engulfing her in its flame, carrying her over the edge into oblivion.

It was several more minutes before she could open her eyes, and that was only because Deidre was pulling her up off the bed, urging her into a nice warm shower. The two young women tenderly washed the food from each other, and even managed one more orgasm, face to face, soapy pussy to soapy pussy, before drying each other off and stumbling back to bed.

Deidre arranged Tess in her arms and handed her the still full glass of wine. “Here,” she said with a tender smile. “This will just top off the evening and send us quickly to sleep.”

“Not likely,” answered Tess, determined to never sleep lest she waken from this dream.

“To celebrate us, then,” answered Deidre, tipping Tess’ glass to her lips. She smiled as Tess drank thirstily, finishing the wine quickly. She sighed with happiness as Tess turned her face enough to nuzzle Deidre’s breast, and suckle on her tit.

But try as she would to keep her eyes open, Tess found her desire quickly succumbing to exhaustion. She stifled a yawn and tried hard to keep her attention on the beautiful young woman holding her in soft arms, but soon her suckling faltered.

          “It’s already four in the morning,” murmured Deidre into her ear. “Let’s go to sleep, love.”

Tess pillowed her head on Deidre’s breast, and exhaustedly pulled silk sheets up and over them. She felt the bed shift as Deidre turned her on her side, pulling her into a spooning embrace. Tess fell blissfully asleep. She dreamed of Pop, smiling down on the two of them sleeping in each others’ arms.

She woke when her alarm sounded at nine, her head pounding. What a hangover from one glass of wine! Bright sunlight pushed at the edges of the curtains, hurting her eyes but promising a beautiful day. Tess rolled over and reached for her lover. Save for herself, Pop’s bed was empty.

She jumped up. “Deidre?” she called. The smell of fresh coffee reassured her. A smile on her face, she headed for the kitchen, following the scent of French Roast. “Sweetheart?” she called out, shy with the endearment. The coffee maker was full, a cup and saucer set thoughtfully out on the counter. A note taped to the counter top read:

My sweet Tess,

You’re strong enough to understand what I’ve done to you. I know you will cope, brilliantly.

           I do admire you. You are the most remarkable woman, and I’ll be back one day to make things right between us.

           I love you, I really do, in my own way. I’m so sorry. No explanations, my darling, just my deepest apology.

    ~ Deidre

Tess dropped the note as if it burned her. She ran through the rooms of her flat, looking for signs of her lover. The only things that remained of Deidre’s were half burned candles and the set of blue silk sheets, just the color of her eyes. The stack of empty boxes was gone.

          But plenty of Tess’ own stuff was also missing. Her television, stereo set, VCR, DVD player, three antique clocks, and the silver picture frame holding the photo of her parents on their wedding day in Paris were gone, never to be seen again.

“Oh no,” Tess moaned aloud. She paled as unthinkable thoughts flooded her pounding brain. Running downstairs, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt as she went, Tess sprinted past Mario prepping for the day on into her office, pausing only when she saw the door ajar. Inside her worst fears were confirmed. Mario came in behind her, and sucked in his breath.

Yesterday’s take, more than four thousand dollars in cash, was gone. The desk drawers had been pried open, as had her file cabinet. Apparently satisfied with the cash, Deidre had stolen only money from the restaurant. Thank God for small favors. Tess sank into her office chair, staring blankly at her violated desk. Then she picked up the phone and began calling the cops.

“Oh my God,” said Mario, looking devastated. “I saw that girlfriend of yours moving out this morning, carrying all those heavy boxes by herself. She wouldn’t let me help at all. Now I know why. I thought things just hadn’t worked out. I’m so sorry Tess.”

As the phone was answered by the police department, Tess saw her reflection in the office window. A rueful grin, and a face still bearing traces of the wildest adventure of her life, stared back at her. Last night had truly been a once in a lifetime experience that had far surpassed her every fantasy. A painful and expensive lesson, she thought wryly, but worth every penny. She hung up the phone without answering the voice asking who called. She smiled ruefully at Mario as she started sorting through the tossed files. He didn’t ask why she hadn’t finished her call. He just looked sadly at her and went back to his work.

When Deidre reappeared at Kelly’s again, Tess thought, she would be waiting. She smiled at her reflection, an excited twinkle in her Irish green eyes. Oh yes. She’d be waiting. With chocolate mousse cheesecake and peanut butter. And blue sheets the color of her eyes.

TOO HOT TO HANDLE

“Why’s it so fuckin’ hot in here?” Her Caroline moaned, and Teddy’s ears pricked in alarm. Lover never swore until she was on her last nerve.

“Didn’t you turn on the air conditioner?” The petite blonde was stomping around the apartment in short shorts and a halter top, but Teddy could still see beads of perspiration pooling at the hollow of her long, lovely throat.

“I turned it down an hour ago,” said the lanky butch, ambling over to the wall unit. She tapped it with her finger, then fiddled with the dial before proclaiming, “Looks like it’s broken, babe.”

Caroline snatched up the phone and dialed the apartment manager. She was polite at first, then firm. Finally she ended up arguing and pleading, but to no avail. It was Saturday night, and there would be no help until Monday morning at the earliest. “I’m going to die of the heat, and then I’m coming back here to chase away every new renter. It’s hard to rent a haunted apartment, you know.” Caroline tossed her curls dramatically, slamming down the receiver. She rolled her big brown peepers at her butch. “She says the air conditioning in all the apartments is out, and recommends we take cool baths. Humph!” Teddy watched her fascinating girlfriend plod over to the refrigerator. Wrenching the door open, Caroline stood in front of it for the cool breeze.

“Well, we could go out, take in a movie or something,” suggested the blue eyed butch. It was her one night off all week, their ‘date’ night, and Teddy was expecting to get lucky. Not likely now, she thought, considering the circumstances. When Caroline was out of sorts, nothing could get her in the mood.

“There’s nothing I want to see,” complained pretty Caroline, pouting. “I’m just going to die, I know it!” She stomped her slender bare foot on the kitchen tile. “Even the floor is hot!”

“Well you can’t stand in front of the ‘fridge all night,” said Teddy. She crossed the room and folded her lover in her arms. “How ‘bout we go to the bar for awhile?”

“It’s so dark and smoky in there,” countered Caroline, nuzzling briefly at the collar of Teddy’s black t-shirt. “And wine always makes me hot, anyway.”

“That’s what I like about taking you to the bar,” claimed her butch, kissing the top of her blond ringlets. Humidity always curled Caroline’s hair, which just annoyed her more. “I like you hot.”

Wrong answer.

“Well I’m hot now,” stormed the miserable femme, slapping at Teddy’s arms. “You like me now? Huh, do ya, huh?!”

Caroline jerked away from their embrace and plopped down on the couch, picking up a magazine which she used to fan herself. “I’m just grouchy, Teddy. You know I hate summer.” She sighed exhaustedly. “Just leave me be to suffer. You go out,” she ordered. “There’s no way you can fix this.”

“You sure?” clarified Teddy, impatiently running blunt fingers through her short brown hair. She’d been caught before in femme webs were you did what they said and then paid a price for it later. “You sure you don’t want to do something?” she pleaded. “It’s date night.” She winked at her lover encouragingly.

“I’m positive.” Caroline waved her out the door without rising from the couch. “I’m miserable. I’m bitchy. I’ll just drag you down, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to want sex tonight. Go play some pool with your butch buddies and get out of my wretched frizzy hair.” The blonde yanked on her curls, bringing tears to her own eyes.

Teddy knew that once Caroline’s mind was made up, she never changed it. The frustrated butch burst out of the third floor apartment and down the dark stairwell.

Her body was the only thing moving the heavy air. Outside it was little better. There was no wind, no breeze, not even the thought of one.  Those dressed to go out hurried into air conditioned cabs. The rest sat listlessly on doorsteps, waving paper fans. Teddy rounded the corner and swung into the three block walk to the bar. She’d play some pool and get drunk. Just like when she’d been single.

          Halfway down the street she heard the tinkle of an ice cream vendor, and watched as children came pouring out of buildings, clutching bills in their hot little hands. A brightly colored wagon pulled to the side of the curb, and the driver, a good looking young woman with shoulder length red hair pulled into piggy tails started serving up icy treats.

Teddy noted her curvaceous body, hugged by very short overalls and an off the shoulder white peasant blouse. Lithe legs led the butch’s eye up to a softly rounded bottom that wiggled as the vendor dug around inside the freezer compartment to fill orders. Teddy dug in her pocket and pulled out a bill.

Wandering over, she waited until the children were gone, and then approached the ice cream lady. “I need something to cool off.” Teddy voice was low pitched and rumbled, nearly a purr. “What have you got for me in that box of yours?”

The redhead raised cool green eyes with a grin as she stuffed the money she’d collected into her overall pockets. “Like I never heard that before. Teddy?!” she cried, recognizing her former lover. She threw both arms around the butch and hugged her tight. “How you doin’, baby?” She ruffled the butch’s short brown locks and laughed as they were quickly smoothed back into place.

“Good, Shannon.” Teddy looked her over from top to bottom and everything in between. “You’re looking good, girl. Put on a little weight in all the right places. You were too skinny back then. How’re things with you and Heather working out?”

“We’ve got three years next month,” answered the redhead with a warm smile. “How about you and Caroline?”

“She’s suffering.” Teddy ran rough fingers through her hair in frustration and smoothed it down again. “Our air conditioner is on the fritz, and she’s miserable.”

“Put a rocket in your pocket, stud.” The redhead grinned saucily, and winked.

“If only. Sex is the last thing on her mind right now.”

“Cool her off from the inside,” answered her former lover. Shannon laughed, opened the freezer door at the side of her truck, and pulled out a popsicle. It was wrapped in a white plastic wrapper bearing the words Lickety Split. “This little baby will do the trick. Always does for me.” Shannon laughed. She peeled down the wrapper to expose a frozen rounded cone in two colors, red strawberry ice surrounding a frozen white creamy center. Her eyes glittered. “Heather and I found out about this last summer.”

Lusty visions of pretty Shannon getting plowed with the frozen treat melted to ones of beautiful Caroline moaning for more. Teddy watched Shannon’s mouth circle the red and white Lickety Split and suck it slowly for a long minute, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a twenty.

Give me a dozen of them,” she said. Shannon laughed as she opened the door and gestured for Teddy to help herself.

Ten minutes later she let herself back into the apartment. The sound of running water came from the bathroom, so she stuck all but two of the frozen treats into the freezer. The others she shoved in the right front pocket of her jeans.

Pushing open the bathroom door she caught sight of Caroline’s toned naked body climbing into a cool tub. The rangy butch lounged against the doorway watching her lover’s plump bare bottom wriggle down into the cool water. “Hey there, pretty lady.” Teddy’s steel blue eyes narrowed as she whistled in appreciation.

“Hey babe,” answered Caroline shortly. “What are you doing back?” She settled into the tub with her eyes closed. Teddy drank her in. Small and supple, the blonde’s breasts were perfect, tipped with dark brown nipples flaccid in the heat. Her narrow waist flowed into firm round hips; a dark blond neatly trimmed triangle nestled between her muscled thighs. The cool water shifted over the hills and valleys of her lover.

The silence made Caroline open her warm brown eyes. Fringed in dark lashes, they were possibly her best feature. She stared ambiguously at her butch, and then lowered her gaze. “What’s that?” Her long red tipped finger pointed at Teddy’s bulging crotch. “It’s too hot to fuck, honey. So you can take that off!” She snapped her fingers, imperious and cranky.

Teddy laughed a deep throaty chuckle. Caroline started to fuss some more, but stopped and smiled widely as her lover pulled forth the frozen Lickety Splits from her pocket.

“Popsicles? What a great idea!” she said, reaching eagerly for one.

Pulling the wrapper off for her, Teddy perched on the side of the tub and held it to Caroline’s lips for her to suck. Blue eyes smoldered as they met brown ones. “It’s not just any popsicle, honey,” she said as she pushed the frozen dildo deep into Caroline’s mouth and pulled it almost all the way out. “It’s a Lickety Split.”

“Um, yum,” agreed Caroline, as she took the frozen treat from her butch. She teased Teddy, licking the popsicle slowly from base to tip. The butch eagerly stripped the paper from her own popsicle, and then leaned over and touched the frozen treat to the blonde’s right nipple. The brown nub leapt to attention as Caroline yelped in surprise.

“Hey, that’s cold,” she said, brown eyes glittering with appreciation. “Maybe you’d like to join me in here?” She gestured to the tub of cool water.

“Invitation accepted,” said Teddy handing Caroline the Lickety to hold as she quickly stripped out of jeans and t-shirt. As she hopped from one foot to another, her lover surprised her again by twirling both popsicles over her now erect nipples, smiling in anticipation. This was a real first. Teddy had never known Caroline to change her mind before.

Climbing into the tub, Teddy settled at the opposite end. Caroline sat cross legged to make room for her, handed back her popsicle, and then leaned back in open invitation. Closing her gorgeous brown eyes the blonde tongued the creamy white center of her Lickety Split.

Teddy leaned forward and started at the corner of Caroline’s lips, slowly tracing the melting popsicle down her slender throat, along a finely defined collarbone to the soft rounds of her breasts. A delicious shudder shook Caroline as the ice laced first one nipple, then the other with red sticky juice. They tightened to the size of plump raisins.

Biting the tip from her frozen rocket, Teddy used it in her mouth to roll each nipple with her tongue, sucking the melted syrup from her lover’s skin. Caroline moaned deep in her throat. Teddy couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so responsive.

“Up,” commanded the butch in a husky voice, helping Caroline to her knees. The blonde cooperated, but also took the opportunity to run her own Lickety over each of Teddy’s tits.

“Oh my God!” Teddy shouted as the cool ice stroked her fiery skin. “Stop that!” she ordered Caroline, pushing her away, and then pulling her close for a deep kiss. She growled and shuddered. “I’ve got to concentrate, here.”

The lovers laughed easily together, all tension between them melted away. One smiled first and the other answered. They were two souls at peace with each other once more.

Caroline placed her hands on her lover’s shoulders and stood erect on her knees, breasts thrust out proudly, spreading her knees wide. Teddy groaned. “You’re so beautiful, baby.” She rose up on her own knees and kissed her lover, nipple to nipple, belly to belly, vulva to vulva. Caroline slid her frozen tongue into Teddy’s mouth, and the hungry butch groaned again.

Reaching a long arm around Caroline’s waist Teddy cupped her ass. She supported her woman that way as she slowly traced the melting popsicle up the inside of one thigh, and down the other. Sodden blond curls parted easily before the cold slickness that found and toyed with her clit.

Caroline arched her back, which presented her breasts to Teddy’s hungry mouth. The butch’s tongue swirled plump nipples in the same way she used the melting Rocket on Caroline’s clit. She squeezed the plump ass filling her hand, strong muscles supporting her lover as Caroline writhed under cool caresses.

Caroline thrust her forgotten Lickety into Teddy’s mouth the instant the frozen rocket entered her pussy. She clenched her thighs, trapping her butch’s hand, moaning deep in her throat as her free hand circled Teddy’s neck. They synchronized their strokes, into and out of mouth and pussy until their rockets melted.

“Oh no,” sighed Caroline, tossing the wooden sticks into the trash, and sitting to sluice syrup from her body. “Well, it was fun while it lasted.”

“Meet me in the bedroom,” said Teddy, her voice rough with raw desire. The lanky woman rose and stepped from the tub.

“Oh, I don’t know,” whined Caroline staying put. “It’s more comfortable in the tub.”

“Trust me, babe. I know how to cool you off.” Teddy’s skinny naked ass hastened out to the kitchen where she dodged the open curtains, quickly gathered what she needed, and raced to their bedroom. She deposited a large bucket filled with ice cubes and loaded with Rockets onto the floor. Then she stripped the bed down and covered it with a vinyl tablecloth they used on picnics. She was bending over to tuck in the last corner when she heard a soft step behind her.

“My favorite view of you,” she heard Caroline say. A good sign. “What have you got there?” A warm hand descended softly on Teddy’s ass as Caroline leaned over to examine the bed and bucket of popsicles. “You devil,” she said and laughed. Then she rolled her butch onto the bed.

Teddy used her muscles and kept rolling until she was on top. She reached for a Lickety, peeling the paper and tossing it to the floor. She instantly thrust it deep in Caroline lying beneath her.

The fresh rocket was long, fat and frosty. Caroline groaned and arched her back. She spread her legs, urging Teddy on. The butch slid down to lick Caroline’s clit as she stroked the icy cone in and out of her lover. She paused only long enough to change directions for a sixty-nine and reach for a second Lickety, which she handed to Caroline with a grin.

The blonde grabbed her lover’s bottom and pulled her butch’s belly down onto her breasts. With Teddy spread wide open, Caroline stroked her swollen outer lips with the icy rocket, watching them pulse red with popsicle juice. She teased her lover’s enlarging clit while slip sliding on the Lickety Split her lover was shoving in her.

Groaning, Teddy offered herself up to the frozen caresses while staying focused on the business at hand. In and out she plunged the frozen dildo, watching the pretty blond pussy under her eyes become bright pink with syrup, friction, and temperature.

Digging her fingernails into Teddy’s ass, Caroline pushed her long, frosty Lickety into Teddy gently, slowly. She never stopped advancing, never once retreated, until her lover was fully conquered in her frozen onslaught. It was hard to stay focused. The steady thrusting of the melting treat in her own hot pussy demanded attention. Every pore in her skin felt open, sensitive, and receptive.

Teddy gasped as the Lickety split her wide. It was too cold, almost painful, but so incredibly sensual. As her body accepted and adapted, she felt the thrill of doing something naughty, something forbidden. She moaned on Caroline’s clit.

The butch reached over the bedside and scooped a handful of ice chips into her mouth. She descended once more on Caroline’s clit, still steadily pumping the Lickety Split in and out, in and out. The ice chips and frozen tongue shocked already sensitized skin and with a shrill scream Teddy’s lover climaxed in her arms. The blonde undulated under her, rolling and rising as each spasm shook her slender body. Teddy licked and sucked her clean, drawing a second, and finally a third orgasm from her lover.

The melted popsicle slid out of the butch’s pussy, forgotten. Teddy rolled off Caroline, switching around to gather her sweetheart in her arms, cradling her sated body in a combination of sweet syrup and lovers’ juice which pooled around them.

“That was...” Caroline searched for a word, “...transcendent.” She reached for the melting popsicle on the bed beside them, and started sucking Teddy’s juices from it. “What a great idea! You’re so creative!” Her lips wrapped around the tip of the well used Lickety while she tongued it. She kissed her butch, full and long.

Teddy felt Caroline’s cold swollen lips on her own, still sensitive from the ice chips. Cool tongues dueled each other, slowly warming in the hot cavity they shared. Generous in her satiation, Caroline continued to treat Teddy’s body to long lingering icy cold kisses. Shoulders, breasts, nipples, belly button, hips, and finally the spot Teddy had longed for all night - her clit.

Teddy wasn’t always comfortable with oral sex. It was not something Caroline could count on when they were intimate. But tonight her lover reached down to spread her own lips wide, her engorged clit rising above her sticky sweet pussy. She wanted it, all of it.

Caroline eagerly entered the fray, using fresh Licketies inside and out. Her cool lips and icy tongue caused Teddy to thrash beneath her, unleashed in a rare depth of passion. The butch’s arms stroked her femme, reveling in soft back, breasts, and belly. It would take time for Teddy to achieve one of her rare orgasms, but she was well on her way. She raised and lowered her narrow hips, creating a rhythm for them both.

When one popsicle melted away, it was replaced by another. Neither woman was in a hurry. Leisure became part of the rhythm they shared. Caroline would rest her arm once in awhile by pausing to rise and kiss Teddy deeply, waiting for her lover to warm back up. Then back she’d go to icing her down again, until finally her butch’s body began to quietly spasm. Caroline waited, elated, as her lover finally relaxed into her pleasure.

Teddy’s eyes rolled back in her head as she descended into the depths of her orgasm, rising in growing waves that swept through every nerve ending in her body, electricity jumping from her flesh to Caroline’s. She rocked her hips, rising and falling, until all rhythm abandoned her and she thrashed, helpless within the throes of sheer ecstasy. They crashed as one, awash in sticky red liquid, and finally rested in a pool of melted popsicles.

“We’re a mess,” laughed Teddy, before licking some syrup from Caroline’s cheek.

“The super recommended we take a cool bath,” mused her lover. “I think one might just be perfect about now.” She smiled her lovely, peaceful smile.

Teddy stroked her lover’s head as it rested on her shoulder. She’d discovered something tonight. Caroline’s passion could be sparked, Lickety Split, even after she’d said no.

ORANGE VALENTINE

I met Beatriz six years ago in the Fantasy Room of Gay.com. We started our relationship proving the existence of God to a nonbeliever by each bringing up love. If falling in love isn’t a true miracle, I don’t know one. She approached it through her Portuguese Catholicism. I came at it from the gestalt viewpoint of a Higher Being consisting of all living things in the Universe. We found our commonalities, the differences being minor.

We met in March, moved in together, and committed to a monogamous relationship in April. The sex was fantastic, maybe even a little too much for me. I was 43, while Beatriz was 52. Even so, she was in fantastic shape, and enjoyed four to five hours of lovemaking at a time. I on the other hand, was ecstatic after the first hour, satiated after the second, tired during the third, and in pain during the fourth. For me, it was more about the quality of sex, than the quantity. But I didn’t complain, because just weeks before meeting her I’d ended a sexless two year relationship. It seemed like feast or famine to me. I thought maybe I was out of practice.

Our lives began melding together. Her children and grandchildren liked me, and called me Nana. Our community is friendly, and no one has a problem with two older lesbians living peacefully in their neighborhood. We created a joint bank account, keep no passwords on our computers, and try hard to be honest and forthcoming with each other. We call each other ‘Honey,’ or ‘Sweetheart’, or even ‘Babe’ freely, even out in public. We’re a traditional butch/femme couple. Nana wears lipstick, high heels, and jewelry. Beatriz wears starched button down shirts, pleated slacks, and comfortable shoes. She supports my writing, and I support her passion for fishing. We’re good for each other.

As fate would have it, my birthday falls two days before Valentine’s Day. All my life lovers have taken advantage of this fact to buy only one present for the two holidays. Granted, usually a nice piece of jewelry, but still. A woman wants to feel special as a lover on Valentine’s Day, not as if you’re celebrating her birthday two days late.

Beatriz didn’t wait. On the Sunday of my birthday that first year she took me out to dinner at a top notch restaurant. I received a gorgeous amethyst gold ring. We went out drinking and dancing into the wee hours of the morning.

Monday was the legal holiday for Abraham Lincoln’s birthday, and Tuesday, was back to work for everyone in our snowbound town in Minnesota. I had enjoyed immensely our evening out, but I expected that would be it.

I spent Tuesday writing. I’ve only had time to do it since moving in with Beatriz. I’m driven to write, regardless of all the rejection letters pouring in. When I get deep into a book or story, I forget to eat or move from my chair. Beatriz knows this and pulled me out once or twice, just to stretch and eat. Then I went straight back to it, determined to get a certain chapter just right.

At six o’clock Beatriz appeared at the door to my office. She was dressed in a nice pair of blue slacks. Her breasts were constrained by the man’s undershirt that was clearly visible through her starched white shirt. She looked good enough to eat. “Time to quit for the day,” she said. “Can you wrap it up in the next five minutes?”

“Sure,” I agreed. I was satisfied. There was still some tweaking to do, but the basics were down and I felt I could leave it until tomorrow. “What’s for dinner?” I asked. One of the deals we have when I’m writing is that she does the meal planning and cooking, while all I have to do is the dishes. And Beatriz is an excellent cook.

“Al catra,” she answered, making me salivate. I focused my nose and smelled the delicious aroma. Beatriz was born in the Azores, and the smell of the rich red wine soaked beef roasting in a clay pot in a slow oven made hope soar in my heart. We were having a Valentine’s Dinner! Al catra is not for everyday eating.

“Do I have time to shower?” I asked, casually, rising from my desk. I’d expected to be treated by Beatriz the same way my exes had all done it. The celebration had been two days earlier. I wasn’t prepared for Valentine’s Day. I needed a few minutes to clean up and get perfumed, coiffed, and bejeweled.

“Well, as a matter of fact,” Beatriz said, smiling at me, “I’ve already drawn you a bath.” She took my hand and pulled me down the corridor. I could smell fragrant candles burning before I saw them flickering in the sparkling clean bathroom. The white tile and shiny chrome gleamed under our incandescent lights. Scores of roses, a rainbow of colors, graced large vases on the counter.

The bathtub was filled with steaming hot water, a dozen bright oranges rolling around on the bottom of it. The scent of the fruit was the fragrance I’d noticed earlier. “Like my story,” I said, referring to a piece of erotica I’d written just for her.

“I thought we could try it,” she said with a big grin. “You need to relax,” whispered Beatriz into my ear. “Enjoy your fantasy.” Her nearness sparked familiar warmth throughout my body. This was going to be fun.

“Oh, honey!” I exclaimed happily. She turned me to face her and pushed me gently back into the door jam, grabbing my arms and pinning them over my head. She leaned in and kissed me.

It started softly, her lips pressing gently on mine, but then she probed with her tongue. I parted my lips and invited her in. Our tongues dueled playfully. I felt her release my hands and pull me into her body. She pinched the straps of my sleeveless dress in her thumbs, and pulled them down my shoulders, her strong fingers grazing my flesh. I reached behind me and unzipped. Beatriz tugged on my red dress, and it slid down to my hips.

My breasts were encased in a white lace bra, the matching panties peeking above my draped dress. I’m not too large, but I’m not too small either, and my breasts have stood up well (pun intended) over the years. I’m proud of them and drew in a breath to make them swell. Beatriz growled and buried her head in my cleavage. Her fingers found and sprung my bra hooks, her hands grasping quickly to claim my breasts as they swung free. I shook off the bra, more intent on her thumbs circling my nipples. She lowered her head and sucked first one, then the other, taking her time and doing it right. I moaned.

Beatriz pushed my skirt and panties down until they puddled at my feet. She helped me out of them, and then reached behind me to switch off the light. The room twinkled by the light of many candles scattered everywhere. She took my hand and led me to the bathtub, then helped me settle to the bottom among the rolling oranges. The warm water embraced my tired body, and I leaned back.

Our claw foot free standing tub is old, and deep. I sank down until my shoulders were under water, allowing the warmth to envelope me. I felt completely at ease in my world. Beatriz leaned over the tub and kissed me. I closed my eyes, utterly content.

Ending the kiss, Beatriz knelt beside the tub, rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt, and reached for one of the oranges on either side of me. She managed to tickle my inner thigh with it on her way up. I watched her with lazy eyes, anticipating. After all, I wrote the story. “I know what you’re going to do,” I murmured, and giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.

“You ought to.” She laughed as well, rising to her feet. She went to the end of the tub and reached back in the water for one of my feet. The warm orange rolled luxuriously against the arch of my foot. Thus began one of the greatest massages of all time.

That wonderful plump fruit was just firm enough to manipulate my aching muscles, and Beatriz’s hands followed through. She spent a long while just on the bottom of my feet. Then she traveled up to my calves. It was wonderful.

She switched to the head of the tub, just behind me. The orange rolled over my neck, its warmth spreading into muscles tensed from hunkering over a laptop all day. Beatriz used her strength to push down on my shoulders, helping me to relax further. Then she leaned me forward against my knees and worked her wondrous orange over my back. Her fingers skimmed my skin, igniting a trail of fire. I burned. She concentrated on the massage.

Finally she leaned me back in the tub, cradling my head on a folded towel. Her massage continued along my neck, then traced my cleavage and circled my breasts. My breathing quickened, but she hadn’t even started yet.

Pulling her ever present knife from her pocket, she sliced the tenderized fruit neatly in two. She held the halves of the orange over my breasts, and squeezed.

Warm juice burst over my skin, trickling down my belly into the water around me. “Oh, my God.” I moaned.

Beatriz leaned over and slowly licked up the juice from first one, then the other breast. “Not quite,” she answered, laughing. She dribbled more on them, and kept licking. I mingled my fingers with the juice, softness of my breast, and firm insistence of her tongue. She leaned back to look at me, dropping the orange into the water and using her bare hands to massage my breasts.

“You look so handsome,” I said, enjoying the play of her biceps under her sleeves. “But perhaps you need another bath?” I nodded with my head, encouraging her to join me.

          “I will, oh I will,” agreed Beatriz enthusiastically, “later.”

“Do some of the other things in my story,” I urged her. She raised her head and grinned at me. Reaching down beside my leg she extracted another orange. Taking up her knife again, she twirled the fruit, peeling it in one long strip, never removing her eyes from mine. It was impressive as hell. Beatriz took the long curl and sliced it neatly into four pieces, tossing them into the water where they floated, curlicues of bright orange.

Prying one section free, she placed it gently against my lips. “Like this?” she asked me playfully.

My lips have always been super sensitized erogenous zones. I felt them swell as I grinned, keeping them closed to continue enjoying the orange slice softly tracing the outline of my lips. Sensitive skin tingled and swelled even more. I flicked my tongue tip playfully at the orange. It invaded.

The firm warmth pressed through my lips and entered. Its fat flesh began to pump in and out, fucking my mouth. My tongue danced around it, anticipating, enjoying. I raked the orange slice with my teeth, appreciating the sudden burst of flavor breaking free from its tender skin. Beatriz held the piece still, and I bit through it, chewing softly. She pressed the other half into my mouth and reached for another section.

This one she drew over my face, teasing my skin with it. She circled my ears, traced my nose, descended my neck and finally circled my nipples. Orange juice painted strokes of desire on my skin. The piece descended below the water line, tracing my belly and playfully tickling my navel. It traced the outline of my deep red curls, and then made a y down the meeting of my thighs. I parted my legs eagerly.

“I love you,” whispered Beatriz as she always did before entering me. She used her fingers to hold my lower lips open and traced the firm fruit over my slit and clit. I moaned.

“Querida.” I sighed. “Minha amante.” I reached up my arms and encircled her neck. She kissed me at the same moment she pushed the orange slice into my pussy. I thrust my tongue into her mouth as she used her fingers to slide it in and out of me. My pussy clenched around it, squeezing.

Beatriz paused, pulling away from our kiss but leaving the fruit inside me. She reached into the tub and raised first one of my legs over the edge, then the other one. I was spread eagled before her hungry gaze. She reached to retrieve the orange nestled within me. She brought it to her lips and held my gaze as she bit into it, chewing slowly.

Scooping up another orange from the bottom of the tub, she brought it to my nose. The pungent aroma stimulated me. The smell of orange peel has always heightened my self-awareness. The room was now swimming in it.

“Watch me peel this,” Beatriz commanded softly. I opened my eyes to find her warm brown ones soft with love. I shifted my gaze to her hands, cradling the fruit as she often did my face. She raised it to her mouth and ripped through the thick skin with sharp white teeth. Petal shaped bits of orange rind began to fill the water around me as she tore and dropped each piece. She kept biting until the orange was naked, and then pulled it in half, scooping away the pulpy rind in the center. I watched as her long talented tongue found a nub at one end, and began persistently licking it. She nibbled it with her lips, traced her tongue along the center of the fruit to find and circle the nub once more. She pressed at it.

I touched my clit in the water, knowing she could see exactly what I was doing. “Oh, yeah, baby,” she took the time to say. Then her tongue began to mimic the action of my busy fingers on the orange nub once more.

I reached up with my free hand and grabbed the orange from her hand. I dropped it in the water with the others and tugged at her shirt. I wanted her in the tub with me, now. “Get in here, lover,” I said, voice saturated with desire, demanding with lust.

“Yes, Ma’am,” she said, with a wicked grin. Her brown eyes sparkled in the candlelight.

Beatriz stood up and quickly removed her clothes. When she got down to her boxers she began to dance for me, her breasts swaying against her chest. She tugged playfully on first one side then the other, always dancing just out of my reach when I’d try to help. Finally she turned her back and dropped her drawers.

I love her ass. It is high and round, firm and plump. She shook it at me, then turned and climbed in the opposite end of the tub. Her feet settled firmly against my pussy, my legs still spread wide over the edges of the tub. One big toe settled firmly on my clit, shoving my fingers aside. Beatriz used her talented toe to stimulate me. She reached for one of the peeled oranges rolling around us, and pulled a section two slices wide. I grinned at her.

“You wouldn’t!” I challenged playfully.

“I would,” she disagreed with a wicked grin, and proved it by pushing the orange section into my spread pussy. I arched my back as the fruit slipped inside me. Beatriz tore free another section, and pushed it into me as well. I moaned in excitement. A third section filled me. A fourth started to slip back out. She pushed it in. It slid out again. She pushed. I started to shake as the pressure began to build inside me. Beatriz pulled her toe away from my clit, and I subsided. Then she palmed my pussy and replaced it with her thumb. I closed my eyes and moaned.

The warm water laced with orange oil sluiced over my breasts and shoulders as I rode her hand. With every sway of my hips she pushed the orange wedges deep within me over and over again. Her mouth descended on a nipple, still sticky with orange juice. She sucked me, teasing the tip with her tongue. As my first orgasm soared, her thumb quickened its pace. I shuddered for a long moment on her hand and into her mouth. “Querida,” she murmured as my body quieted.

She gathered me up in her arms, switching us around until she cradled my body between her spread legs. I was fulfilled, satiated, totally relaxed. There was no better place to be in this world, than within the sheltered cove of her body. I sighed, nestling into her neck. She bent down and kissed me.

I love the sensual sensation of her breasts against my back. I rubbed my shoulder blades into them, relishing the feel. Her dark nipples hardened against my skin. Beatriz’s large hands cupped my breasts, and as she pulled them back, I floated against her own.

She palmed my nipples, as hers pushed sharply into my back. I pushed my bottom down against her pussy, swaying gently to urge her lower lips open. I started to turn in the water.

“Wait,” said Beatriz, with a smile. “There’s something I need to do, first.” She pulled me up onto my knees in the water, so that my bottom faced her. She used one hand to bend me forward, while the other one pulled back my hips. She fastened her mouth to my pussy and sucked.

One by one the sections of orange were sucked from my pussy. Each time Beatriz would take the time to chew it, nuzzling my ass and kissing it, or taking the occasional swipe at my clit with her tongue. I loved being exposed to her this way, feeling her hands and lips caressing me. By the time she’d checked my pussy thoroughly with her tongue to be sure it was clear, I was ready for round two. I turned and sank back into the water, facing her.

I reached between her legs and found an untouched orange. I drew it up across her dark brown delta and over her belly. Then using her knife, I inexpertly sliced it in half. I tore the stringy fiber from its center, spreading the pulp with my fingers. Then I fit each half directly on Beatriz’s nipples. I rubbed them gently, knowing her nipples were jumping to attention. I squeezed.

The pulp of the orange exploded under the pressure of my fingers, and I mashed the fruit into my lover’s breasts. When my fingers met her skin I massaged her deeply, squishing the orange against her skin. Then I bent to lick her clean.

I love Beatriz’s breasts. They are round and full, swaying gently against her rib cage. Her nipples are perfect, a rich deep brown. I filled my hands with them, tracing my tongue across her hot skin. I took my time, enjoying what I was doing too much to hurry. Beatriz finally wrapped my hair in her hands, cupped my face, and pulled me up her naked body for a kiss.

Her breasts teased mine, our bellies flat against each other. My pussy rode hers, and I slipped my legs between her thighs to further the contact. I pushed against her, rubbing in tiny circles until I’d freed her clit. My own was throbbing when they touched, and the dance they did together lit a fire in both our bellies. We love to clit fuck.

I rode her until her breath was coming quickly, her breasts rising and falling against mine. Then I pulled back.

“Go get your cock,” I commanded. She grinned at me wolfishly, then rose and stepped out of the tub. I admired the view of her ass disappearing out of the bathroom and then turned my attention to releasing the cool water around me, refilling the tub with hot. Beatriz loves hot, hot water.

She stepped back into the tub, fully strapped and at attention. My eyes filled with passion for my handsome butch. I stopped her while still on her knees, and hoisted myself into the same position. I held the last unpeeled orange in my hand, and brought it to her lips. “Bite it,” I commanded.

She did as I said, then watched with fascination as I tore away the rest of the peel. I held the orange up before her eyes, and used one thumb to widen the opening at one end. I teased the hole with my thumb, the bright red of my nail polish against the white lace covered orange. Beatriz’s eyes followed every movement.

I upended the orange and plunged it down over the head of her cock. She gasped. The special cup at its end was filled with rubber nubs, and as they touched her engorged clit, she arched her back. She quickly looked back to watch as I moved the orange up and down over her cock.

I held it in both hands, but I quickly released one to reach between her legs. Two of my fingers entered her as my thumb pressed under the cup to find and circle her clit. I kept both hands pumping in the same rhythm, and Beatriz gasped as she saw me lean forward and capture one nipple with my lips. I sucked it in.

I raked her nipple with the tip of my teeth, teasing it with my tongue. The fingers in her pussy felt the walls contract. The fist pumping the orange up and down on her cock rocked into my hand, crushing my thumb against her clit and pushing my fingers ever deeper. Hot water swirled her thighs as they clenched around my hand, trapping it in place.

Beatriz began to rock her hips, fucking the orange with her cock. My lips traveled up her neck, biting and kissing until I’d captured her earlobe. I blew gently.

Shivers spread from her center as she started to come. I pressed hard with the orange and swirled her clit firmly with my thumb. I sent a third finger inside her, and she rocked up and down on me. Her breasts bounced before my eyes.

She sank her ass against the edge of the tub and I kept my hands busy as she slammed through one orgasm after another. I encouraged each aftershock into yet another climax. She finally clenched both of my hands with her own, effectively stopping me. “Don’t,” she begged. “It’s too much.” I smiled at her tenderly as I removed my hands, dropping the orange into the tub.

We nestled down into the water, wrapped in each other’s arms. I think I even fell asleep on her shoulder for a moment. When we rose, we took turns tenderly toweling each other dry.

We put on clean, still warm from the dryer, robes, and wore them to the dinner table. On my finger, my birthday amethyst ring glittered in the light of the candles Beatriz brought from the bathroom. She gave me a small box containing matching earrings. The al catra was beyond delicious, broiled potatoes soaking up the fabulous au jus. Rich red wine filled fine glass stem ware. Our finest china graced the table. k.d. sang softly from the stereo system.

We did the dishes together, Beatriz’s soapy hands massaging mine in the water. She brushed against me when passing to put things away. I knew from experience that she was far from satisfied. Although I was tired from my long day of writing and fantastic sex, I knew there would be more.

We went to the bedroom, pulled off our robes and climbed into our queen sized bed to warm ourselves under the thick blankets. I turned into Beatriz’s arms, expecting another round, probably followed by another bout, on into the wee hours of the morning. My lover surprised me by turning me over, then spooning around my naked back, satisfied to hold me in her arms. She nuzzled the nape of my neck and whispered into my ear, “We’ll have plenty of time for love making in the years to come.” She cupped my breast in her hand the way she does every night while we fall asleep. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Beloved.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, minha Amante,” I murmured. I was happier than I’d ever been before. I loved this woman more than anyone in the world, and if that’s not a miracle proving God’s existence, I don’t know of one.

          We snuggled for awhile. As I was just drifting off to sleep she whispered in my ear, “You’re a really good writer, Fanny. You could make it big one day. You should publish that story.” I smiled to myself, thoroughly in love with my muse, my beloved, my orange valentine.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Aunt Fanny is the pen name of a seemingly shy, aspiring mainstream fiction writer.

A lesbian with an imagination that burns up the page, her short stories can be found in many anthologies from a host of publishers, for instance Bold Strokes Books’ Lamda Award winner, STOLEN MOMENTS, and their EXTREME PASSIONS. Her stories have also appeared in ULTIMATE LESBIAN EROTICA 2006, and ULTIMATE LESBIAN EROTICA 2007 by Alyson Books, Cleis Press’ BEST LESBIAN ROMANCE 2007, and Bella Books’ WILD NIGHTS: TRUE LESBIAN SEX STORIES, among others.

Aunt Fanny offers dubious claims of being born during a flying carpet ride, a bumpy start at best, sometime in the far distant past. She currently lives in the American Midwest, and is in love with a woman she would make her wife, were it possible. They live in one of the 26 current states where it is illegal for them to marry. That doesn’t stop her from loving, always loving, that one special woman that makes every erotic encounter one to be remembered.

Professional inquiries for Aunt Fanny can be addressed to: auntfannystories@yahoo.com