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The front door opens, a petite blonde walking through it noisily, her arms full of plastic shopping bags from the local grocery store. "I'm home." She calls out to her lover of three years.

A head of long dark hair lifts to peer over the back of the couch, watching her lover kick the door closed and stumble into the kitchen area to set down the bags. "Hey beautiful," she calls out. Springing to her feet and hopping onto the couch and over the back, the tall raven-haired woman walks toward her lover. Sliding her hands around her waist from behind, she peers over the shorter woman’s shoulder to see what is in the shopping bags that are being unloaded onto the counter. The height difference noticeable as they stand so close together.

One, tall with an athletic build, dark hair, and icy blue eyes, a gentle smile toying with her lips when she looks at her lover. The other, blonde with deep hazel eyes, small, fragile looking build, but muscular.

"Did you buy out the store? I thought we were going to order a pizza and watch a movie tonight?" Michelle asks.

"We are, but we needed a few things," turning within her lover’s grasp, "and you know we need snacks to watch a movie."

"You mean ‘you’ need snacks." Michelle leans down and softly kisses Becca.

"Will you order the pizza, while I finish putting this stuff away and take a shower?"

"Sure." She leans down and kisses her one more time. Reaching for the phone, she orders an extra large pizza with everything, then settles back in on the couch.

Stretched out on the couch and flipping through channels with the remote, she thinks back to how much trouble they had finding a couch when they went looking for one two years back: They had been to a dozen furniture stores. Becca just could not understand the need for a couch that could be laid on. But at six feet tall, Michelle really wanted a couch she could lay down on, without her feet hanging over the edge.

As Becca comes out of the bathroom, wrapped only in moisture and a towel, seeing Michelle laying on the couch, she was glad they had agreed on a couch Michelle could lay down on. Smiling, she approach the couch and her lover. Michelle’s eyes drifted to the damp form of Becca as she walked around the edge of the couch. Pulling gently on the crossed ankles of the reclining form, she spreads Michelle’s legs, and begins crawling up her body from the end of the couch, the towel sliding from her body. Laying down gently across Michelle’s body, Becca kisses her softly on the lips. "Does a quiet evening at home mean I don't need clothes?" Her voice as soft and sweet as an angel, but the devil behind her eyes.

Smiling, Michelle runs her hands down a bare back, stopping at a soft round bottom, and massaging it slowly. "The pizza guy might have something to say about your opening the door like that."

They both laugh. Becca lowers her lips to Michelle’s and a tentative kiss soon turns passionate. Moans of pleasure heard over the nearby television. Michelle’s thighs spread to allow more pressure against her warming center as she fondles Becca’s breasts.

The doorbell rings.

Michelle mumbles, "Fucking prefect timing," as she slides out from beneath her lover to open the door and pay for the pizza. She pulls money from her jeans pocket, handing it to the prepubescent teenager holding the pizza box. As he counts the money out, he realizes he got a five cent tip. His eyes lift to meet two icy blue eyes staring at him in anger. He shoves the money in his pocket and runs for the stairs out of the apartment building.

Becca lays on the couch giggling at her poor lover. She knows how easily she can get Michelle worked into a frenzy of need, and this was definitely one of those times. The ‘look’ she just gave that poor pizza boy was a big indicator just how wet and in need Michelle was.

Michelle slams the door in frustration. Placing the pizza on the kitchen counter, she looks over at Becca, now sitting up on the couch, the sight of her breasts making Michelle’s mouth water. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes she tries to control her raging desire. She feels Becca’s hands slide up around her neck and into her long black hair, breaking her concentration, she is pulled down into a kiss. The kiss leaving no question in her mind about the needs a certain blonde.

Michelle presses Becca against the counter, her large hands on Becca’s waist, she lifts the smaller woman to the counter.

"Shit! That’s cold." Becca screeches.

Michelle pulls Becca against her body as she steps between her spread thighs. "Guess we’ll just have to warm it up," a coy grin on her face.

"Your doing a good job of that. Come here and kiss me." Becca moans as Michelle takes her lips again. Michelle’s sweat shirt is pulled over her head as the desire to taste her breasts overcomes Becca. Her hands running over the firmness and cupping them as she takes one into her mouth to sucks on the delicate but sensitive flesh. Michelle’s back arching at the feel of the warm tongue on her. She buries her fingers into Becca’s long blonde hair pulling her tighter against her breast.

Michelle can feel Becca’s wetness against her bare lower stomach. Sliding her hand to Becca’s she slowly lowers both of their hands to the wetness between Becca’s thighs. With her hand on the outside of Becca’s hand she slides one of Becca’s fingers inside of her. Becca moans at the contact, releasing Michelle’s nipple, Michelle takes a step back to watch Becca’s finger slide in and out of her wet opening.

Becca leans against the cupboard, lifting a leg and placing her foot on the counter, her other hand cupping her own breast as her finger glides in and out of her own body. Her eyes half closed with a desire to bring herself to a intense orgasm, but not wanting to close her eyes and miss the look of rapture on her lover’s face.

Michelle leans against the opposite counter top, her hands gently caressing her own breasts as she watches the show the little blonde is putting on for her. Becca slides a second finger into her opening, as she fills herself up, a clear trickle of her juices slides down the crack of her ass and onto the counter. Michelle’s eyes never leave the thick droplet as it slide from Becca’s body.

Michelle slides her hand into the waistband of her jeans, sliding it down to massage her sensitive mound, her own wetness against her fingers as she watches Becca.

Michelle’s desire taking her rational thought away as another drizzle of juice escapes Becca’s body, she quickly removes her hand from her jeans and taking a large step forward. lowers herself in front of Becca. Becca quickly pulls her fingers free as Michelle lowers herself. She is rewarded as a warm tongue slides into her opening. Her fingernails digging into Michelle’s hair and scalp as a gentle sucking on her opening takes her into the land of pleasure, and she releases into Michelle’s mouth.

Becca pulls Michelle from between her thighs and up into a standing position, taking her wet lips in a soul searching kiss. They hug each other close, enjoying the feel of their naked breasts touching.

Michelle pulls away slightly, "ready for some cold pizza, and that movie?" Becca grins, and grabbing Michelle’s sweatshirt slides from the counter, picks up the pizza box and walks toward the living room. Becca sets the pizza down on the table, and puts Michelle’s sweat shirt on. Michelle watches the whole event, then reaches into the refrigerator to retrieve two cans of soda before heading into the bedroom to retrieve a clean tee-shirt and remove her soaking jeans and underwear.

Returning to sit on the couch, she finds Becca nibbling away on a piece of pizza and the promos on the video tape started. After eating two pieces of pizza, Michelle stretches out on the couch on her side, Becca leaning against her stomach as she devours her sixth piece of pizza.

Michelle absently plays with Becca’s hair as they watch the movie.

Becca pulls the last piece of pizza from the box, "want the last piece?"

Michelle smiles at the blonde, marveling at her ability to eat, "no, you can have it."

With her stomach partially full, Becca stretches out in front of Michelle on the couch, an arm over her, hugging her to the larger woman’s body. Both drift off to sleep before the movie finishes. Later when the sound of the tape rewinding wakes Michelle, she slowly slides out from behind the blonde, and carries her to bed.

The morning light creeps through the gaps in the curtains. Michelle half awake, drifting between conscious and unconscious, her hand drifts across to look for Becca ...but she’s not there. Then feeling hot breath between her thighs, her eyes open and she meets the hazel eyes of Becca as her warm, wet tongue slides between her thighs.

Hands sliding across Michelle stomach to her breasts. "Oh, yesss," Michelle moans, reaching down to play with Becca’s hair. "Damn I like that!" She continues to moan, her other hand clutching at the sheets.

Sliding her tongue down to insert it into Michelle’s wetness, Becca moans into her lovers mound.

Michelle arches her back, her head thrown back, one hand in Becca’s hair, caressing it while the other grips the sheets, her hips lift towards the waiting mouth of her lover.

Becca slides her hands from Michelle’s breasts, to slide them under her ass, pulling Michelle up to meet her face, running her tongue the length of Michelle’s wet folds.

Replacing Becca’s hands with her own on her breasts. Michelle squeezes them slowly, pulling at the hard nipples, her hips gyrating in rhythm with her lover’s warm tongue.

Becca moans against the wetness in her face, and removes her tongue to gently bite Michelle’s inner thigh.

Placing a hand behind her knee, Michelle lifts her leg to give Becca more access, brushing the sweat-soaked hair back from her lover’s face.

Sliding the tip of her tongue along the fine hairs edging Michelle’s wetness, Becca’s hands on her hips as she continues to tease her raven-haired lover.

"Ohhhh fuck..." Michelle moans as she lifts her head and watches her lover taste her. Her breathing becoming more shallow as she licks her lips.

Becca slowly lifting her head from between Michelle’s thighs and smiles, her face glistening with a shiny coating of Michelle’s juices. "Morning, beautiful," she giggles.

Wiping sweat from her own brow, Michelle gasps, "Hi, you." Then she smiles softly at her lover.

Running her tongue along the top of Michelle’s pubic bone, the fine hairs tickling her tongue, Becca asks, "shall I continue, love?" Giggling, "or, do you just want me to leave you in this state all day?" Her nails scraping gently against Michelle’s hips and thighs.

Michelle reaches down to caress her cheek. "More please?" She whispers with a cheeky smirk.

Quickly sliding the back of her tongue along Michelle’s wet cleft, Becca slowly brings her tongue back up to gently take the hardness of her clit into her mouth and softly suck on it.

"Gods..." Michelle growls as her eyes close, her head tilts back, groaning deeply, both hands on Becca’s head, pushing her face deeper into her dripping sex.

Following Michelle’s lead, Becca presses her face into the wetness, while using her hands to spread Michelle’s thighs apart. Becca moans into the wetness, enjoying the sweet taste..

Michelle’s hand glides up her stomach to caress her breasts once more, her breathing ragged as she wraps a leg across the small lithe body between her thighs.

Continuing to suck gently on her, Becca bites down with her teeth and runs her tongue across the swollen tip of hardness.

Moaning, "Gods, I want you to fuck me..." Michelle arches her hips into the face of Becca..

Becca runs her nails along Michelle’s inner thigh, and slowly sliding a finger all the way into her wetness, not moving the finger, but still gently biting and sucking on the nub in her mouth.

"Ooooh, shit!" Michelle gasps in pleasure, "I want you to get on top of me and fuck me, love."

Lifting her glistening face, "fuck you huh? Not happy with my tongue, beautiful?" Rising to her knees to crawl over the body of her lover, that glistens with sweat as more of the suns rays come through the curtains. Becca leaves her finger inside of Michelle, her tongue sliding over her belly button, dipping in for a taste of it, then up and around a hard nipple, gently sucking on it, she moves up to passionately kiss her lips.

"I love your tongue….I want you to make me yours." Moans Michelle into Becca’s mouth as they kiss passionately, her hands running across Becca’s back as she pulls her naked body down on top of her.

Pulling away from the kiss, licking along her cheek bone, to her ear, Becca asks in a whisper, "Aren’t you already mine?" She bites down on the soft spot just under Michelle’s ear on her neck, and sucks lightly. Pulling her finger out of Michelle’s wetness, she adds a second finger, and slowly slide them back in.

Moaning Michelle replies, "I'm yours...always my philosopher." Her hips thrusting forward to meet the fingers entering her, her hands roughly squeezing Becca’s breasts, her thumbs flicking across her nipples.

Becca fights to control her hips, as she thrusts her fingers in and out of Michelle, her hips driving her fingers deeper into the woman under her. Becca’s own excitement controlling the motion of her hips. Her tongue runs along Michelle's neck, across her shoulder, and down to take a hard nipple into her mouth.

Leaving one hand to cup Becca’s heaving breast, Michelle slides the other down to squeeze Becca’s sopping mound, a finger gliding over her opening. A moan escapes Michelle’s mouth as the sucking continues on her nipple. "Gods...yessss..."

Becca’s hips drive against her fingers buried deep within her lover. Her head leaves Michelle’s breast as her head is tossed back, slinging her wet hair away from her face, her back arches as she presses against Michelle’s finger Her head still thrown back Becca growls, "Yesss…fuck me!"

Michelle’s hand massaging her breast and shoulders, the other rubbing against her wet center, she inserts her middle finger into the wet opening. Both bodies covered in sweat as they writhe against each other.

Continuing to grind against her finger, Becca begs, "Moorreee!" As she near her own climax.

"Do you like my fingers?" Michelle asks a she pushes another one into Becca. Michelle leans forward to take a nipple into her mouth and roll her tongue around it.

Becca screams, "Yesss!"

Michelle moves her other hand down to rub Becca’s clit as she finger-fucks her, she leaves a trail of saliva across Becca’s breasts with her warm tongue. Both women breathing shallow as they near their release..

Teeth sinking into Michelle’s shoulder as Becca’s body stills against her fingers. Becca’s thumb rubs across Michelle’s clit as her fingers move faster in and out of her wet hole..

"Oooh, gods, Michelle..." Becca’s head is thrown back as her climax approaches. Her juices coating Michelle’s fingers and palm, as she leans down to take Michelle’s lips one last time in a deep wet kiss.

While still kissing, Michelle moans into Becca’s wet mouth, both bodies wracked by their intense releases.

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