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bisexualThe Pool Part Ibisexual
by Cathy O'Niel


I'm lying on the lounge chair, a sleek, black one piece bathing suit clinging to my softly rounded body.
I watch her, splashing in the cool water of the swimming pool. God, she grows more lovely to me everyday. Her smooth, soft skin looks enticing with the water running off of it. 

I watch her walk up the steps at the edge, her full thighs moving slowly, her hands slicking her hair back
from her face. Our eyes catch, and we just smile. We had been talking about fantasies today. The raw
emotions and thoughts we revealed to each other felt so good: both hearing her's and sharing mine. 

I can see her big nipples through that white bikini I love so much. They are puckered and hard, pressing
against the thin fabric of the top. The low cut bottom clings to her hips and pussy, outlining the lips in the front. 

I stand up and walk over and hand her a big, fluffy towel. She takes it from me, our fingers brushing, and
I feel an electric shock. We both flinch, our eyes meeting again. I feel something passing between
us. A giving, a granting of permission maybe. Or maybe it's just my own heart talking, my own desires. 

My hand seems to lift on its own, slowly reaching for that right breast, the one closest to me. My fingertip grazes over it, then again. She takes a sharp breath, and her eyes drift shut for a moment. Her back arches slightly, offering me that breast. My hand covers it. I can feel the hard nipple against my palm. I gently squeeze and massage the soft flesh, pressing, releasing, again and again. My other hand goes to its twin, and I hear a soft sigh whisper from her lips. 

Her eyes open, and we look at each other. It's a look I have never seen in the face of a woman before.
Wanting, needing, the passion sizzling through her, passing to me with just a look. 

I get a crystal clear vision in my mind of her lying on her back, legs spread wide, her beautiful plump pussy glistening wet, my head lowering towards it. God, I want that. I want to taste it, feel it, smell it, experience it. 

I lean in closer and kiss her cheek softly. The skin so smooth and cool from the water. Her hand comes up to frame my face. I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes again just before my lips meet hers. The incredible tenderness in that first kiss is unmatched in my memory. Her lips touch mine, lightly at first, then more firmly. I edge closer still, my hands going to her waist, feeling our breasts nudging each others. We turn our heads, this way, then that, kissing softly. 

I want more. I want a real kiss, with soft tongues, nibbling little bites, and gentle sighs being absorbed
by each other. I want to explore the interior of that lush mouth with mine. 

My tongue tentatively laps at her lips, and her mouth opens for me. I feel a shudder rippling through me as her tongue touches mine. I embrace her fully, pressed together from mouth to knees, and kiss her.
It's a devastating, mind blowing kiss, full of passion and lust. 

Our tongues and mouths greedily seek the others, swirling together, sucking, nipping, biting each other's lips gently. I feel totally lost in the feelings of her mouth on mine, finally on mine. It just goes on and on. Her mouth feels like a part of mine. I can't tell where her's begins and mine ends. The taste of her is intoxicating. I can feel my heart thundering in m chest, a deep ache throbbing between my legs. 

Her fingers tangle softly in my hair, holding me close to her. We start to rub our breasts against one
another. Little whimpers seem to be ripped from deep inside me. I lean towards her more, gently pushing her back towards the lounge chair. We break the erotic kiss as she sits on the very edge of it. I grab the 
towel and fold it, making a cushion for my knees. I kneel between her legs, spreading them wider apart
with my soft hands. 

I scoot in closer, my mouth running down her neck, my tongue lapping gently at her fragrant skin. She
shudders slightly, breaking out in goose bumps across her body. I glance down, watching her nipples
harden even more. 

Moving lower, my lips skim across her chest, making my way down to those nipples. I latch onto one through the thin material, slaving at it with my tongue. God, the sound she makes reaches deep inside me, stirring me even more. I move to the other matching puckered little nub, and suck through the cloth. 

I have to have more. I reach around behind her and untie the bikini top, and it drifts down slowly as I
peel it away from her. Her nipples are a dusky rose color. I take a deep breath, wanting my mouth on
them more than anything I have ever wanted before. Her hands lift to pull me closer to her. My lips and
tongue worship her nipples. Licking, sucking, nibbling, tasting, finally devouring, I lose myself in her soft body. Her fingers are tracing furrows through my hair, encouraging me, pulling me closer still. I can feel my own nipples hardening in response to her touch. They throb, ache, demanding attention. 

I lean back, lowering the straps of my bathing suit, wanting to be naked with her, for her. Her eyes travel
down my body as it is exposed. The shyness I feel is not enough to stop me from removing it completely. I see only approval in her soft brown eyes, and I smile.

We kiss again, another deep, erotic, carnal type of kiss, the kind shared by lovers. I pull back, gazing deeply into her eyes. "I want to taste you, my love." 

Her only response is to push down on my strong shoulders, telling me with her body that she wants it,
too. She lays back on the chair, her legs parted around me. She lifts her arms over her head, making
her beautiful breasts thrust upwards. I run my hands over her, from her shoulder down to her chest, then
lower, caressing her smooth flat stomach. 

My hands slip inside her tight bottoms, slowly peeling them down her womanly hips. She lifts them, a generous gesture of help. I get my first glimpse of her beautiful pussy, sheltered by the lush thick dark
pubic hair. 

I lower my head, inhaling deeply, the first real smell of her warm body reaching me. It's a musky, heavy,
totally female scent, like nothing I have ever smelled before. It draws me in, pulling me closer to her. My hands spread her legs wider still, and my fingers move to stroke her softly furred pussy. 

Never having seen another female body this close, this intimately, I look my fill. Her lips are full, puffy,
the outer lips pale in comparison to the rich mauve color of the inner lips. I can see her little hard clit, covered by its protective hood, shimmering at me, coated with her honeyed juices. My finger is irresistibly drawn to flick across her clit, and her body jerks in response, followed by a deep guttural groan. 

Encouraged, I spread the lips apart with my fingers, seeing her opening. I want to know her taste, learn
it, experience it, savor it. I lean down more, and with one long, slow, flat tongued lick, do something I have never done before, but fantasized about countless times. 

The reality of having my soft wet tongue on the pussy of another women makes my fantasies evaporate into thin air. Nothing in my imagination could compare to this. This intimate knowledge of her body, the sharing of her, the rich taste of her nectar is unbelievable. 

Her hips arch up, offering me more of herself. I take, oh do I take. I start to lick her from bottom to top,
those long smooth strokes seeming to drive her wild under me. She groans, she whimpers, she pleads, and I give. 

Sucking on her clit, and swirling my tongue around it at the same time seems to push her to a new level of arousal. Her hips buck against my face, lifting and lowering in an instinctive rhythm. I follow her relentlessly, wanting her to climax for me. Knowing that I am doing this to her, for her, for myself, is a heady feeling, rich with power and satisfaction. 

Her hands grip my head, pushing me deeper into her, and I respond accordingly, devouring her with my
mouth, sliding a finger deep inside her at the same time. I can feel her strong inner muscles clutching at my finger, pulling it deeper inside. I slide another in, and move them in and out as I concentrate on her clit with my mouth. Suddenly, her body locks, becoming rigid, her back arching up, her breasts thrusting out. Then the convulsions hit her, staggering in their intensity. A deep groan seems torn from her throat, and her head lifts up as her stomach muscles clench and tighten. 

I stay with her, my mouth locked on her clit, feeling it almost sink in away from me in its powerful
orgasm. Deep shudders and trembles ripple over her as it fades slowly. Going on instinct, and by knowing what pleases me as a woman, I lick and lap at her slowly, feeling the aftershocks she experiences on my tongue. The juices are thick and rich and sweet now. I slowly rub my lips and tongue across her inner lips, the taste addicting, making me want more. 

She pulls my head up to hers, and kisses me. A wet, sharing kiss with tongues twining together. I can
smell her so strong in my nostrils and know she can taste herself on me. 

Neither of us says a word. The things I feel inside are myriad, not knowing which is more intense. The
deep fulfillment I feel is uppermost in my mind. The culmination of a thousand nights of dreaming, wishing, wanting, suddenly realized. A single tear runs down my cheek, my emotions so strong at this point. She leans back, gazing into my shimmering eyes, and gently licks the tear from my skin. Hugging me tightly, my arms around her as well, we just sit there for a while. 

She stands, taking my hand in hers, pulling me to my feet. "Now it's your turn, my love." 

To be continued... Click Here to Read Part Two of "The Pool" by Cathy O' Neil.

Copyright © 2000 Cathy O' Neil. All Rights Reserved. 

bisexualAbout The Author:
"I am Cathy, 45 years old, divorced a couple of years now. I live in a small town
in rural Kansas. I have been very fortunate that my work has been accepted at several sites, as well as in a magazine. "

"My writing started through the exchange of erotic emails with friends. Many friends had commented on how good they felt the letters were, so I started to work on the letters as stories. Being a great fan of romance novels, I wanted to go further, expressing more of the eroticism of making love, both the physical happenings and emotional components. I hope you enjoy my little glimpses into an erotic encounter."

Cathy O'Niel's work can be found on-line and in print at: PassionVillage, Passion Nook, Erotic Readers Association, Lady Jessika - Adult Story Corner, Black Lace Fantasies, His Chambers, The Rose Garden, Prometheus Magazine put out by TES, D/s Kiosk, (part of The Fetish Society).

bisexualAbout The Story:
"I have had bisexual fantasies for years. I finally allowed them to surface in some of my writings, and I find them very fulfilling. Exploring this side of myself, in real life, as well as in writing, has been a true adventure."

The preceeding story was first published on-line at Lady Jessika - Adult Story Corner, 2000.

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