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Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers

Afghanistan, 2004

“I don’t think my story’s going to be near as wonderful as yours,” Kit said. “But it for damn sure let me know that I liked fucking girls – or at least being fucked by a girl.”

“I was going with a guy who was one of those high school jock types. I was straight down the line straight. Dreaming about getting married, doodling my married name in my notebook, the whole Barbie Wedding setup in my bedroom…you know.”

Emily nodded.

“So, the both of us, my jock-boyfriend and me, his little tag along, got invited to the biggest party of the year that one of the students at school was putting on. It was one of those kinds of parties where the parents, in an attempt to keep their kids from getting drunk and killed, instead end up getting all the kids drunk and half of them pregnant – you can guess which half.”

“So, we did our part, my boyfriend and me, by getting totally blitzed. He took me into a bedroom, and took off my clothes, then pulled down his pants, climbed in between my legs, and stuck it in. It didn’t really hurt all that much, not like they say, because I always used to stick a couple of fingers in myself to masturbate, plus he wasn’t very big anyway.”

“There he was, pounding away, trying to get himself off, but not doing much for me, when there was this big commotion. It seems that one of the dykes at school was at the party, and she walked in on us, got mad at seeing him fucking me and not getting anywhere. Anyway, she pulled him off me and he just passed out on the floor. Then she just looked to my face, then down at my red, swollen cunny, then back at my face.”

“Are you alright, honey?’ she asked.”

“I said, ‘uh huh.’ I just lay sprawled on the bed.”

“She looked disgusted, and then she said, in a real quiet voice, ‘Would you like it from a real man?'”

“Now, she was not a beautiful girl.” Kit laughed, and Emily looked uncertain.

“Oh, don’t worry, the story has a happy ending,” Kit added.

“For the life of me, I don’t know why I answered, ‘Give it to me,’ but I did and she did, and the rest is history.” Kit sat silent.

“Well, aren’t you going to give me the details?” Emily cried. “Jesus.”

“Um, okay. She lay down next to me, with all of her clothes on, and gently stroked my face with the backs of her fingers. It felt really nice, just in a really nice way, not a sexy way. She started talking to me, I have no real good idea what she said, I just know that she was being nice.”

“And that’s when it occurred to me that one person could be nice to another, and that was a whole lot closer to love than being ordered around, shown off to friends, and generally being treated like crap.”

“She started into kissing me gently, and asking me if it was alright, like those college codes of conduct where a boy has to ask a girl at each base if she’s okay with what he wants to do.”

“Each base?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, first base, second base, you know – where guys compare scoring on a girl to a baseball game, rounding the bases…” Kit looked at Emily until she could see that Emily got her reference.

“Yeah, like that,” Kit said to the look of understanding in Emily’s eyes. “It was awfully nice of her to do that, she could have just been rotten like my boyfriend.”

“So she’d murmur something, and I’d nod my head, and she’d move on to the nest step. It was kind of funny. I think that might have been the first time she’d ever been with another girl. Anyway, she did stuff that anybody would think was nice, if you divorced it from sex. Like, massaging me, my back and neck and all, and when she’d touch my girl parts it was just like it was in passing, nothing special.”

“I guess I felt gratitude more than anything else, and maybe friendship, because she didn’t really have to be there with me – but, of course, she did have to be, because she was so desperate to be with another girl, even a drunk, slutty one. I just didn’t know that then.”

“Let’s face it though, if you hang out with a slut long enough, she’ll drag you down to her level. I started to get horny as I sobered up, and I started guiding things along – just to be a bitch, I think. I took her hands and put them on my breasts, and on my hot cunt, and I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to fuck me, hard and hot.

“I just went out of my way to provoke her, and I got my way. She stripped off her jeans and panties, then crawled between my legs. Lifting up one leg, she scissored our cunts together, pounding into me like she had a cock. As it turned out, she was better without a cock than my boyfriend was with one, because I started cumming like nobody’s business.”

“I went mad with feeling her cunny squishing around on mine, and hitting my clit like clockwork, sending big bolts of pleasure shooting through me like I was being electrocuted. About halfway through that exhibition of cockless cocksmanship it occurred to me that I didn’t need a boyfriend anymore, but I could surely use a talented girlfriend. sakarya escort I thought that was gonna be her, at first.”

“I told her I wanted her to teach me everything I should know to love a girl, and over the next few months, she taught me everything that she knew, or read about on the internet. I had my face between her legs, between her ass cheeks, in her arm pits, sucking on her toes, until I had turned the tables on her, and she was madly infatuated with me.”

“Well, that was a mistake for both of us, because once I thought that I had her under my thumb, it went right to my head, and I cut her dead – metaphorically, that is. I treated her like crap, and to my everlasting shame, she forgave me. Then, one day I heard that she was killed in a car accident. A single-car accident, on a clear, sunny day. You know what they say about those.”

Emily nodded, and decided not to say anything about the tear making its way down Kit’s cheek.

Emily’s thoughts turned back to the here and now, to the surroundings of the interior of Anoosheh’s house, her two pleasant companions, and the afternoon of complete and total intimacy it would allow her and Kit. Emily’s clit tingled at the thought of the pleasure they would share, and she found herself anxious to be naked and in Kit’s strong arms.

Anoosheh, sensing the sexually charged atmosphere between Kit and Emily, made the excuse that she would have to visit a relative and asked if her two visitors would please forgive her absence, but that all the hospitality of her house and her family was with them. A meaningful look passed between Anoosheh and Kit, as Kit thanked her and assured her that they felt very welcome, and would honor her house.

As the Afghan woman donned her burqa, passing in just seconds from beautiful Afghan woman to faceless and formless denizen of Kabul, Kit led Emily by the hand to Anoosheh’s bedroom, surprisingly opulent and attractive.

“It’s so beautiful,” Emily said, just before Kit took the slender blonde in her arms, and kissed her lovingly, her lips warm and familiar on Emily’s. Their bodies meshed comfortably, soft breasts against soft breasts, warm, curvy hips settling together, hands caressing back and neck, a stray hand caressing the other’s sweet butt.

“Mmm, Emily sighed, “your hand feels nice there.”

Kit smiled. “I dream of touching your bottom every night. Of kissing it, licking it, god, your hot little ass drives me crazy in my dreams.” Emily giggled.

“I’m not sure I should leave you alone with it. How do I know you can be trusted with my ass?”

“Oh, for certain, I can’t be trusted with your hot little rear, baby. See?” She flipped up Emily’s skirt, and pulling her panties down to mid thigh, all in a matter of milliseconds, both of her hands reveling in the girl’s warm, soft ass cheeks.

“Did they teach you that in the CIA?” Emily giggled, nestling further into Kit’s arms, her mouth seeking out Kit’s lips as her passion quickly rose.

“God, I want…need you to fuck me, I’ve missed you so,” Emily moaned, her mouth soft against Kit’s smooth cheek. Kit grunted, her own clit buzzing with her need for Emily.

Kit pushed Emily back onto the bed, and lay down on top of her, but supporting most of her weight on her own elbows and her knees, between Emily’s legs. Emily looked up at Kit, her eyes darting from Kit’s intense gaze, to Kit’s soft, pink lips, then back to her blue eyes. Emily’s small, pink tongue wetted her own lips in anticipation at being the main course in Kit’s coming feast.

“Did you miss me?” Kit asked softly, looking down at Emily, her face only inches away.

Emily nodded submissively.

“Tell me,” Kit insisted.

“I missed you…so much,” Emily whispered, her lips slightly parted.

“How much?” Kit teased Emily.

“My pussy got wet, thinking about you,” the girl moaned. “I’d go to the ladies room to change my panties, I was afraid it would leak through my uniform pants, then I’d have to frig myself on the toilet to relieve the tension.” She hesitated. “Was I a bad girl?”

“No baby, you weren’t bad, I want you so badly that I have the same problem. But now you can be naughty with me all you want…what would you like me to kiss first?”

Emily pointed to her mouth. “Oh, here first, definitely,” she said, smiling.

“Then, here,” she said, pointing to the darts at the breast of her blouse. Assuming a naughty expression, she then pointed down between her legs. “And here.”

Kit put on an evil grin. “I’m confused. When you say ‘here’…” she then pointed between Emily’s legs, “…do you mean your hot little pussy, or do you mean your tight little ass hole?”

“Yes,” Emily answered, then they both burst out laughing.

“Okay, then,” Kit answered, their mouths coming together in a hot, passionate kiss, just the first stop for their wet lips and tongues that afternoon. Kit’s hands began roaming over Emily’s luscious body, caressing and cupping the military woman’s modest, but tasty, breasts, then samsun escort following the curve of her waist, enjoying her warmth, to her thighs, smooth and muscular, and leading to several of the heavenly spots on her female lover’s taut body.

“Unnh, yeah, nice, touch me, Kit, feel how hot and ready I am for you. I want you to fuck me, make me cum endlessly on you, and on your hot mouth and tongue…god, I want to cum for you, sweetheart!”

Kit’s hand found its way into the hot nest between Emily’s sweet legs, her pussy ripe and wet, her clit twitching in eagerness to be loved and stroked, worshipped and kissed to distraction. Kit’s fingers worked their way under the gusset of Emily’s thin panties, her creamy fluid already coating Kit’s strong fingers, and easing her way inside of Emily. Kit’s index finger wormed between Emily’s plump and swelling labia, the girl’s heat and moisture welcome to the CIA operative.

She fucked one finger in and out of Emily, slowly at first, then increasing in speed, her finger invading and dominating the smaller girl’s vagina. “Your cunt is so hot and wet for me,” Kit hissed into Emily’s ear.

“God…yessss, fuck me, I love it,” Emily moaned, her hips rotating in the age old dance of love.

Kit added a second finger to the ramming of Emily’s tight little hole, going deeper and deeper with each new thrust.

“Fuck, I can feel my cum dripping on you and down to my ass,” Emily gasped.

“Good,” Kit said. “It’ll make it easier for me to fuck your sweet little ass hole, too.” Then she kissed Emily, whose cheeks and upper chest were taking on a rosy glow as her orgasm approached.

“Yeah…yeah..oh yeah, oh god! Fuck me, Kit, fuck me fuck me fuck!!” Emily’s hips and thighs began shaking as a wave of lust and ecstasy washed over and through her, an orgasm that shattered her composure, turning her into sex-filled jelly. Kit rode Emily through her orgasm, slowing the movements of her fingers in her lover’s hot little cunny.

Emily closed her eyes part way through her orgasm, and pulled her head back, exposing her throat as she came. Kit gently kissed her there as Emily slowly relaxed, the sweet tension seeping out of her body. She cooed with contentment, feeling her lover’s soft, warm lips at her throat.

“Mmmm, I love you,” she whispered to Kit. Kit didn’t reply verbally, only continuing to kiss Emily’s smooth skin, expressing her mutual feeling of love through her post-coital attention to Emily. In that way, Emily was certain of Kit’s love for her.

The two lay together contentedly for long minutes. Finally, Kit slowly withdrew her fingers from Emily’s tight hole, her pussy almost seeming reluctant to lose its intimate invader, holding her tightly until she slid out. Kit was still hungry, of course, and brought her fingers up to her nose just as Emily’s eyes opened.

“Mmm,” Kit crooned, as she inhaled her lover’s hot scent. Emily smiled as Kit brought her still cum-covered fingers to her mouth, then sucked on the creamy digits. “Oh, honey,” Kit said, as she sucked on Emily’s sweet female essence. Savoring the flavor of her female lover’s body, Kit licked and sucked it all off her fingers, then turned her face to Emily’s, as Emily’s fingers pulled her face closer.

“Kiss me,” Emily whispered, and their lips joined in a sweet, warm kiss of love and fidelity, both feeling a deep happiness they knew would remain forever as long as they both should live. Emily considered how close that thought was to the wedding vow, and wondered if they would ever get a chance to formalize their forever love. She began to get excited, too, as the scent and taste of her own pussy in Kit’s mouth worked its predictable magic.

“Mmmm, Kit?” she asked, softly.

“Yes, love?” Kit responded.

“I’d like to do you, now.”

“Yes, dear,” Kit responded, giving Emily’s soft throat one last gentle kiss, then lying back on her elbows to give Emily room to move as she would like. Emily sat up, slowly.

“I feel so overdressed. I’ve never cum quite so nicely dressed as this.”

“Well, I didn’t want to waste any time,” Kit responded, grinning.

“Yes, well, I’m an old-fashioned girl. If I’m going to make you cum, it shall be in the normal way – that is, as two girls, each of us naked.” Kit giggled.

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied. Emily set about stripping her girlfriend to the bare necessities, She unbuttoned the CIA agent’s blouse and quickly pulled it off her, then knelt in front of her and unbuttoned her trousers, then pulled them down, momentarily leaving her panties on. Emily stood up and kissed Kit, taking her in her arms, then allowing her hand to drop between the darker haired girl’s thighs, her fingers tracing along the woman’s vulva.

“Ooh, somebody’s wet,” Emily said teasingly.

“Well, yes,” Kit said. “I haven’t had the opportunity to cum yet.” She said that so self-righteously that Emily giggled.

“Well, I’ll fix that,” she vowed. She knelt again, her face at the level of Kit’s steaming pussy, and kissed urfa escort the girl’s vulva roughly through the cotton, her mouth lingering on the plump mound. Emily’s tongue licked through the thin fabric, the wetness of her saliva there attracting and drawing the woman’s vaginal emissions out.

“Oh, yum!” Emily exclaimed. “Your sweet little cunny tastes and smells so good. And you’re so excited!” She insinuated one finger under the hem of Kit’s panties, to slip inside the woman’s satiny, hot slit. Kit moaned, her knees almost buckling as pleasure coursed throughout her lower body.

“Emmy, please, make me cum,” Kit begged. Emily had every attention of teasing her lover longer, but she had no heart to torture Kit, and in fact was anxious to bring the greatest pleasure to Kit that she could, as quickly as she could.

Emily hooked her fingers over the waistband of Kit’s panties, then pulled them down off her full hips, until they puddled on the floor at her feet. Emily sighed at the loveliness of her lover’s pussy.

“Oh Kit, you’re so beautiful, I just want to gobble you up!” she exclaimed, bringing her mouth to Kit’s tight slit, surrounded as it was by her fat, deep pink labia, and crowned by the swollen pearl of her clitoris, gleaming with her lubrication. Emily kissed and licked Kit’s fabulously fragrant and delicious sexual center, her rough tongue scraping next to and over the girl’s highly charged labia and clitoris briefly, then scooping up a rich mouthful of her female cream, the fluid visibly running from the hyper-charged woman.

“Mmmm, oh yeah baby, you’re bringing me so close,” Kit moaned.

Emily then returned her mouth to Kit’s hot clit, all ready to explode, as both women realized. Emily skated her tongue around the darkly red clit, the rough tip of her tongue moving ever closer to the small pearl as she licked. Then Emily quickly scraped her tongue over the tiny organ, and Kit exploded in orgasm, squirting wildly as she came in mindless abandon.

“Oh god, oh godohgodohgodOHGODOHGOD!” Kit moaned mindlessly, as her orgasm filled her with pleasure, and drove out all thought. Emily found herself supporting Kit as her knees actually did buckle, before reflexes took over.

Emily was so surprised by the unexpected force of Kit’s orgasm, and her squirting, that the first few splashes caught her in the face, then in her mouth, leaving her spluttering until she realized what had happened. She could feel her lover’s fluids running down her face, and she grinned through the dripping liquid. “I did a really good job,” she thought to herself, proud of her accomplishment.

Giving Kit a few minutes to recover, Emily then helped Kit sit, then lie, on the bed, and come back to herself. The two lay together on the bed quietly, resting and just being happy to be with each other. Then the front door opened.

Not sure at first who it was, both women scrambled to hide.

“No, no, don’t worry! It is I, Anoosheh.” The two women relaxed, then tensed when a second burqa-clad figure followed Anoosheh into the house.

“My friend Belour wanted to meet you both. And she…we…have a request, to which you may wish to say no.” Anoosheh looked concerned.

“What is it, Anoosheh?” Kit asked. Emily didn’t know Anoosheh at all, so she deferred to Kit.

“Belour has a husband who is…somewhat rigid in his beliefs. She wishes to honor him, but he has no concern about pleasing her. Belour would like – once, just once in her life – to experience the ultimate pleasure of womanhood, so that she can carry the memory of that through her marriage.”

Kit and Emily looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

“Do you mean…what do you mean?” Kit said, confused.

“Oh dear,” Anoosheh said. “I don’t know the best way to say it, it is difficult to overcome the cultural confusion and differences, but what we are asking…would you help her to experience an orgasm?”

Kit and Emily were silent, then looked at each other to see what their partner thought of such a bizarre idea.

“Anoosheh, Emily and I are partners,” Kit said. She looked at Emily, who nodded. “We wouldn’t think of, well, giving orgasms to someone other than each other. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Yes, my friend, I do understand, ” Anoosheh said. “But for Belour it is more of a, perhaps, experimental idea. She does not want you to make love to her, she wants you to lead her to the ultimate pleasure. It is no different from taking a bath, or weaving a rug. You only need to show her this.”

“But Anoosheh, you all have a group here, of women who think very much alike and know as much as we do about women loving women – why can’t, or won’t, you all teach her?”

“Because she would feel shame when she saw them in the village…afterward,” Anoosheh said simply. “Both of you are beautiful, a woman or a man could easily be excited under your touch. And, most importantly, you will be leaving sometime in the future, sparing Belour that shame.”

Kit looked at Emily.

“Well, that does make some kind of sense, I guess,” she said.

Emily was relieved that she might not have to actually make a decision in this sensitive issue. “I’ll go along with whatever you decide,” she said, her hands on Kit’s right arm, clinging to her side.

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