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Dress Rehearsal
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

***

Two friends have an affair. (FF, 1st-lesbian-expr, intr)

***

Amber Hall sat in the back booth of the small diner, her 
eyes lost in the black cup of coffee she had been 
staring at for the last half-hour. The twenty-three year 
old had a big problem and felt she had to get out of her 
apartment to think about it.

"Well how's my favorite television star doing today?" 
the tall black waitress asked as she walked back to the 
short haired blond with a fresh pot of coffee in her 
hand.

The dark skinned twenty-one year old looked down at the 
untouched cup of coffee sitting on the table and knew 
something was wrong. Amber had been coming into the 
dinner for the last six months, ever since she had 
gotten her role on the hit show, Angie O'Neil. It had 
been the young woman's big break, landing the role of 
Cynthia Pennington, one of Angie's office girls. She had 
been almost a total unknown at the time; with only a few 
guest shots to her credit.

"What's wrong, girlfriend?" Heather Cox said as she sat 
down on the opposite side of the booth.

Amber and her had struck up a camaraderie of sorts over 
the last months. Especially since Heather had 
aspirations of becoming an actress herself, majoring in 
drama at the local University. Despite her success, 
Amber was still a small town girl at heart and welcomed 
the younger woman's friendship.

Heather knew her boss wouldn't complain if she took a 
little break, it wasn't busy this time of day. Besides 
even if old man Robinson had a problem with her talking 
some time to talk to Amber, he wouldn't get on Heather's 
case about it. Not when Heather knew all there was to 
know about how he was doing the nasty with Mildred 
Wilson, the cook he had hired a few months back. No, 
he'd never take the chance of his wife even getting a 
suspicion of something like that. Especially when there 
were all those sharp utensils in the kitchen.

"They didn't cancel the show, did they?" Heather asked, 
thinking that might be the cause of Amber's depression.

If the Network had canceled the show, Heather would've 
been greatly surprised. Angie O'Neil had been the 
surprise hit of the year. Written off at first as just 
another office drama, it had burst out of the mold to 
become a solid top ten show.

"No, but I think they're going to cancel me." the 
dejected girl said.

"Why?" Heather asked, visibly concerned for her friend.

"Because I screwed up at rehearsal today." Amber said. 
"And I heard the director say if I did it when we taped 
it tomorrow, he'd give my part to someone else."

"He told you that?" the younger girl asked.

"Not directly, but I overheard him telling the 
producer."

"Well what was the big screw up?" the drama student 
asked.

"Well, I guess I'd better start from the beginning," 
Amber said, thankful to have someone to talk to about 
it. "You know how important sweep weeks are to a 
Television Show, right?"

Heather nodded her head in understanding. A sweep week 
was a benchmark for shows ratings. The viewership 
numbers they got during sweeps set the amount they could 
charge for commercial time. And after all, making money 
for the Network was what television was all about.

"And you know how a lot of shows pull out all the stops 
to get people to watch. Especially when they are on 
against another popular show, which of course is doing 
to same thing to draw the numbers."

"Sure, I understand all that." Heather said.

"Well, Angie O'Neil is no different. They found out that 
two of the other Networks were going to run an all out 
effort to knock Angie right into last place during 
sweeps next week. They had a meeting a couple of days 
ago and decided that our original story for next week 
wasn't a big enough rating booster. So instead they 
announced they were going to have a storyline where 
Angie kisses one of the girl's in the office."

"You have to be kidding." Heather almost groaned.

The girl/girl kiss was becoming more and more frequent 
on Network TV. It had made an appearance on both 
Roseanne and LA Law, and most recently three appearances 
on Ally McBeal. Almost now a cliché, it was nevertheless 
almost always a ratings booster. Especially if it was 
two good-looking women doing the kissing.

The Networks were always saying they put things like 
that into programs to push the envelope and show how 
tolerant they were. How they weren't just appealing to 
what she considered juvenile male sexual fantasies. 
Heather would believe the Network boasts when they put 
two leading men making out on a prime time show.

"No, I'm not kidding," Amber said. "And guess whose 
character they picked to have Angie lip lock with."

Just her asking the question gave Heather the answer. If 
the producers were going to use a gimmick like that to 
draw viewers, then picking Amber was the first thing she 
agreed with them on. Amber Hall was, in her opinion, the 
most attractive girl on the show.

"And you didn't want to do the scene?"

"Quite the contrary," the actress said with an 
excitement in her voice. "I almost jumped for joy when 
they told me. Think about it for a moment. I'd be the 
center of attention for almost the entire episode."

Actual on screen time was something every actor and 
actress was always conscious of.

"So what happened?" a now confused Heather asked.

"Actual filming for the episode doesn't really start 
until tomorrow, but they scheduled a dress rehearsal for 
today. Just to see how the kiss scene would play out."

"And the dress rehearsal?" Heather asked.

"Turned into a disaster, at least for me," Amber said. 
"Everything was going great, I had my lines down pat and 
was right on my marks. I have to say, I had some really 
great scenes too."

Heather could see in Amber's eyes how important this all 
was to her.

"Then came the big moment, Angie and I looked into each 
other's eyes, her hand took mine and then... I started 
laughing."

"Laughing?" Heather repeated.

"Giggling actually," the blond said. "Loud, 
uncontrollable giggling."

Heather responded by giggling herself.

"I'm sorry, Amber," she apologized. "I can't help it. I 
just never expected you to say that."

"At first, the director took it in stride, saying that 
sometimes it happened, especially when you were doing a 
love scene. But after the fourth and fifth try, I could 
tell he was getting pretty annoyed."

"What was the matter?"

"I don't know. I just couldn't look at Kate and 
seriously think, now I'm going to kiss her and not 
laugh."

Kate Douglas, an attractive 44 year old, played Angie 
O'Neil in the series.

"I apologized over and over, but the producer said it 
had been a long day and we might as well wrap it up. 
That we'd start fresh in the morning."

Heather could now see frustration in the older girl's 
eyes.

"After everyone else had left, I went back onto the set 
to think about it. The producer and the director were 
sitting there talking about my performance, or lack of 
it. I heard them say they should make some alternate 
changes in the script to make Monique the girl who winds 
up kissing Angie - just in case."

Monique St. George played Virginia Brooks on the series, 
Cynthia's main rival in the office.

"I also heard them say if I couldn't pull off a simple 
scene like this, then maybe they made a mistake hiring 
someone with my inexperience."

"That's not good," Heather said.

"No it's not," Amber admitted.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know," the actress said with an air of 
finality.

The two women sat there in silence for a few moments as 
each tried to think of something more to say.

"You know, I feel pretty silly offering you advice about 
acting..." Heather started to say.

"Go ahead, cause I'm at a dead end," Amber interrupted.

"Well in acting class they said that you should always 
use what you know to improve your performance."

 "I've been told the same thing," Amber said. "But I 
don't get your point."

"Let's look at it another way," Heather said. "You 
remember that movie you were in, what was it called, 
Sorority Girl's Pool Party?"

Amber cringed. That B Film had been her first screen 
credit. A low budget tit and ass film, the kind that 
played in drive ins and drew teen boys and couples 
looking for a make out movie.

"I'd rather forget that." Amber grinned.

"The point is, you had a love scene in that movie." the 
waitress said. "As I remember it, a rather hot love 
scene."

Amber thought back to when she was making that film. She 
had been hesitant about doing that scene, especially 
because the script called for her to appear topless. It 
wasn't that she had a bad body, actually the reverse was 
true. The twenty-year-old was just nervous about showing 
off her breasts to thousands of moviegoers.

The movie producers were quick to point out that if she 
didn't want the role, there were literally a thousand 
unemployed young actresses that did. The final bit of 
advice that made her do it came from an older actress on 
the film.

"Honey," she'd said. "When you take your bra off, trust 
me, no one is going to be looking at or going to 
remember your face."

"I still don't get your point?" Amber said.

"Well you didn't seem to be giggling when you lost your 
blouse and made out with that guy playing your 
boyfriend." Heather noted. "How did you manage that?"

"I made believe I was making out with my real boyfriend 
at the time," she answered.

"Bingo, you used what you knew." Heather smiled.

"But I could hardly make believe Kate is my boyfriend." 
Amber insisted.

Heather hadn't considered that. When she pictured Kate 
Douglas in her mind, she'd be hard pressed to think of 
her as a man either.

"Unfortunately I don't have any experience kissing a 
woman, got any you could spare?" Amber laughed.

It took a moment for her to realize that Heather wasn't 
laughing. She stopped and looked at the expression on 
her friend's face.

"You're kidding," Amber said.

"No, I'm not," the younger girl said.

"You've actually kissed a girl, a real kiss, not one you 
give a friend."

"I've done a lot more than kiss one," Heather said, 
hoping the revelation didn't shock her too much.

"Maybe you should be the one kissing Angie O'Neil." 
Amber grinned, taking the news in stride.

"You think they'd hire me?" Heather asked.

"I'm afraid Kate wouldn't want to do a scene with 
someone like you," Amber confessed.

Heather suddenly became very angry in her tone.

"Don't tell me she had a problem with sisters," she 
said.

"Oh no," Amber said, realizing that was what she had 
said made it sound like. "What she has a problem with is 
appearing with girls who have bigger boobs than she 
does. Kate feels men wind up looking at them, and not 
her."

Heather looked down at her large bosom and laughed. This 
time Amber joined her.

"So I guess we know now what we have to do about your 
problem," Heather said, changing the subject.

"What's that?" Amber said still laughing, feeling better 
than she had all afternoon.

"Make you feel more comfortable about kissing a woman." 
Heather grinned.

"What?" Amber exclaimed, no longer laughing.

"Unless of course you'd rather see Monique saying your 
lines." she smiled.

Amber thought about that for a moment, then smiled back. 
No, that wasn't something she wanted to see.

Heather had to get back to work, the dinner rush was 
starting. She told Amber to go out and have a nice 
dinner, the food here really isn't all that good she 
confided. Then meet her back here at eight when she got 
off.

"We'll go out and talk some more," she'd said as she 
climbed out of the booth. "Wear something nice."

Amber had changed into a short sleeved yellow blouse 
with a blue denim shirt. She wasn't sure where they were 
going and figured this outfit was good for just about 
anywhere. They'd gone to shows before, a few times to 
bars. Once, they'd even driven upstate just to get out 
of the city for a day. When Heather finally showed up, 
she had changed her white uniform for a plain but form 
fitting red dress.

"If we were only going to a bar, there were a lot of 
nice places closer to home," Amber said as she stood 
outside the place Heather had brought her for drinks.

"Trust me," the young black woman said as they stepped 
inside. "You've never been to a place like this before."

That made Amber stop and look at the neon sign in the 
bar window a second time. The sign that read Scarlett's 
Rose.

"Oh my," Amber said as they stepped into the lounge and 
she got a good look around. "You're right, I've never 
been to anyplace like this."

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see 
there had to be over a hundred women there. The club was 
a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside.

"Just think of this as field research." Heather laughed

Heather caught the barmaid's attention and ordered two 
beers. She spent a few moments chatting with the six-
foot muscular blond after the two bottles had been 
deposited on the bar. The conversation was long enough 
for the older girl to realize that Heather was a regular 
here.

"Cheers," Heather said as she handled Amber her bottle 
and took a long pull from her own.

Amber took a small drink as well, watching as her 
companion tilted her bottle straight up and drained 
nearly a third in one long gulp.

"God, I've been looking forward to that all day long," 
she said as she brought the beer back down. "Come on, 
let's find a table."

Heather took Amber's hand and led her through the 
crowds. As they moved, Amber looked right and left at 
the crowd, confident that Heather knew exactly where 
they were going.

It was amazing how varied the crowd was, she thought. 
The woman around her seemed to be of every age, race and 
description. Some women were middle aged, some looked to 
be barely in their late teens. Others were somewhere in 
between.

As they made their way around the edge of the dance 
floor, Amber watched the pairs of women swaying to the 
music. The movement of their bodies was almost hypnotic.

"There's an open table over there," Heather said as she 
pulled Amber's hand to get her attention over the music.

Once they were at the table, Heather ordered another 
round for the two of them. A girl in a very skimpy 
costume, highlighted by breasts bigger than Heather's, 
brought their drinks.

"Thanks Bonnie," the dark girl said, smiling at the 
well-endowed redhead.

She watched Bonnie take an order from another table, 
then turned her attention back to Amber.

"Bonnie used to work at Hooters," Heather said. "But she 
found that Scarlett's paid a lot better. Besides, she'd 
rather strut her stuff for the girls here than a bunch 
of drooling, horny guys."

Amber didn't comment, she just took a sip of the iced 
beer.

"So what do you think of the place?" Heather asked, 
bringing her own drink to her lips.

"It's interesting..." Amber said, as she looked into a 
corner where two young women were making out.

"Well that's one word for it I guess." her companion 
said as she turned and saw what had caught her 
attention. "I hope you're taking notes, she joked. 
"There's going to be an oral quiz later."

Amber really wasn't paying attention. She was too 
captivated by the two women back at the corner table. 
Even in the dim light, she could see them trading 
tongues. A quick flash of strobe highlighted the couple 
for a brief moment, just long enough for the actress to 
recognize them.

"Oh shit," Amber said under her breath, "I know those 
two."

Last season, Amber had done a guest shot on the sitcom, 
Buddies. The brunette and blond were two of the show's 
stars. Evidently, they were better buddies than anyone 
realized.

"It's really not polite to stare." Heather whispered as 
she brought her face close to Amber's.

"Do you know who those two are?" Amber whispered back.

"Yes, I know who they are," Heather replied. "And before 
the night is over, I'm sure you might see some other 
familiar faces as well. You have to understand one 
thing, and understand it well. Whatever or whoever you 
might see in here, stays here. Understand?"

Amber suddenly remembered Heather showing a card to one 
of the women at the door when they first came in. At the 
time, she thought the twenty-one year old was being 
carded. Now she realized that she was showing some kind 
of membership card. By bringing Amber here, to what she 
also now realized was a private club, the younger girl 
was also vouching for her.

"I understand," she assured her friend. "Nothing goes 
outside these walls."

"Okay, now that we have that out of the way," Heather 
grinned. "Let's dance."

Before Amber could object, Heather had her out of the 
chair and on the dance floor. Amber had danced with 
other girls plenty of times, so it didn't feel strange 
to dance with Heather. At least until the live female 
band switched to a slow, sexy dance and Heather pulled 
her close.

Amber was very aware of the warmth of Heather's breasts 
pressed against her own as they moved around the floor. 
The fragrant scent of the younger girl's perfume filled 
her nostrils as she pressed her dark cheek against hers. 
There was one point in the dance when Heather's lips 
brushed against Amber's. A touch so brief as to be 
almost imperceptible, but one which was uppermost in her 
thoughts.

"That was fun," Heather said as they retook their seats.

"Yes it was." Amber had to agree.

"So no more gloom and doom?" she asked.

"No more doom and gloom," smiled a now reenergize Amber.

The two women talked for a few more minutes, then took 
to the dance floor again. This time, no matter the 
dance, Amber didn't find it strange at all to hold onto 
Heather, no matter how close.

***

Three hours later, Amber and Heather exited the club 
into the warm evening air, arm in arm. They flagged down 
a cab, and headed off into the night.

It didn't take long for the cab to pull up in front of 
the apartment building Amber lived in. After it dropped 
her off, it would head uptown to Heather's parent's 
house.

"Thank you for a wonderful adventure," Amber said to her 
friend after passing the driver enough to cover both the 
trips here and uptown.

"So you're all ready for tomorrow?" Heather asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." Amber laughed. "At least I 
hope so."

Amber turned to get out of the cab. She got halfway out 
the door, then paused. Heather was about to ask what was 
wrong when Amber suddenly whirled about and pulled the 
younger girl to her.

The press of Amber's lips against her own took Heather 
unaware, but it was a very pleasant surprise 
nevertheless. Her lips were as soft as she might have 
imagined, her tongue containing the merest hint of the 
passion her body held in check.

"I think you are more than ready for tomorrow," Heather 
said breathlessly as their lips parted.

"Come on upstairs with me," Amber said, holding 
Heather's hands in her own.

"Are you sure?" Heather asked, her trembling hands held 
only in check by the warm hands grasping them. "You 
might feel different when the sun comes up."

"The only regret I'd have when the sun rises is if you 
aren't there with me to watch it." Amber said, the deep 
look in her eyes proclaiming the intensity of her words.

Heather's surrender came in a sweet kiss. A gesture 
carrying the secret affection she had carried for the 
actress, almost since the day they had met.

Both women suddenly became aware of the eyes of the 
cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror.

"There's been a change of plans." Amber said. "We're not 
going to need that ride uptown after all."

The fiftyish man made a little sour face as Amber 
canceled his fare. He figured that would have just about 
finished his shift.

"You can keep the fare." Heather said as she grabbed her 
purse and followed Amber out the door. She didn't want 
to waste a minute getting upstairs.

The now extra large tip changed the cabbie's frown to a 
smile. He leaned out the window and said.

"Have fun ladies!"

He watched the two women disappear into the vestibule. 
They seemed like nice girls, he thought. So what if they 
were attracted to each other in that way. Look at his 
nephew, Matt, 6'2" and two hundred and fifty pounds, 
who'd ever had though he'd turn out to be a fairy. But 
when you thought about it, it didn't mean he loved the 
kid any less.

As the old man pulled away from the curb, he thought 
maybe he'd take the tip and bring his wife home a little 
special something. Who knows, maybe she might be in the 
mood to give him a little something too.

The little tryst that started in the back seat of the 
cab, continued in the elevator ride up to the nineteenth 
floor. Heather hoped the trip stayed nonstop. Otherwise 
one of Amber's neighbor's was going to get to watch her 
perform a fairly good impression of a tonsillectomy with 
her tongue.

She couldn't believe the sudden change in her friend's 
demeanor. Was this the same girl who only this afternoon 
went into giggle fits when she thought about kissing 
another woman? Heather could only guess that those 
giggles might have been some kind of defense mechanism. 
A way to avoid something that she didn't want to face. 

Only in her case, rather than a case of homophobia, the 
reverse might be true. The actress might actually be 
sexually attracted to women, but afraid to let the 
Jeannie out the bottle, so to speak. The trip to 
Scarlett's might have done just that, and once 
unleashed...

"Nineteenth floor," Amber said as she gave the younger 
girl one last peck on the cheek. "Ladies lingerie, 
moonlight and fine wine."

Amber's apartment was only two doors from the elevator, 
so she had it open in less than a minute. As they 
stepped inside, Heather felt a tinge of guilt that she 
might be taking advantage of her friend. She didn't 
think Amber had all that much to drink at the club, 
certainly no more than Heather did. Ethically, shouldn't 
she just leave the older woman now that she was safely 
home?

"I've never had sex with a girl, but I've thought about 
it." Amber said as she draped her arms over Heather's 
shoulders. "I've even played with myself while I thought 
about it. Isn't that shameful." she added.

"This is so wrong," Heather repeated to herself as Amber 
cupped one of her large breasts through her dress. "I 
really should leave."

"You have really beautiful breasts." Amber said as she 
squeezed it. "I wish my tits were that nice."

"Oh God," Heather moaned as she felt her nipple growing 
erect beneath Amber's hand. "It's been so long since 
I've been with someone. I'm not sure I have the strength 
to do what's right."

Amber stopped what she was doing for a moment, a move 
that grabbed Heather's full attention a lot more 
efficiently than anything she might have said. She 
looked into the younger girl's eyes and spoke in a 
clear, controlled voice.

"Heather, I'm not drunk." she said as if she could read 
the conflict in the girl's mind. "At least not on 
alcohol."

"I'm glad of that at least." Heather said relieved.

"You have to understand, I'm from a really small town. 
And there it doesn't matter what the outside world is 
like, or what they show on television and the movies. 
People there don't talk about things like lesbianism, 
about having feelings for another girl in your class. Of 
watching her making out with the asshole who happens to 
be the quarterback on the football team and having it 
hurt so much you want to die. So you just bury all that 
away, and try to live a life that other people look at 
as normal."

"But you're an actress, you're in a major TV show," 
Heather responded. "Why would you have to hide anything 
now?"

"Because I'm scared of losing it all. Scared because I 
could never go back to living in that town. Mostly I'm 
scared because I'm so afraid that I'd end up alone."

Heather looked at the actress and couldn't help but 
think, there but for the grace of God. Her own parents 
weren't exactly thrilled when she came out, to them at 
least, but in the end they still loved her. Could she 
have handled living in a small closed town like Amber?

"Oh God Amber," she said as she hugged her. "I'm so 
sorry for you."

"I know I've been coming on like a slut so far." Amber 
said. "But I can't help it. I've kept all these desires 
bottled up for so long, I feel like I'm going to explode 
if I don't let them out. If you don't want me then..."

"Girlfriend," the twenty-one year old grinned. "Who in 
their right mind wouldn't want you."

"Give me five minutes and then come into the bedroom." 
Amber said as she ran her fingers along Heather's cheek. 
Then she turned and quickly walked away.

Heather watched Amber disappear across the room, 
thinking that she had the nicest legs she'd seen in a 
long time. Some of the women she knew at Scarlett's were 
impressed by breasts, some by a cute ass, but give her a 
great set of legs any day.

'This is certainly turning into one interesting night." 
Heather thought as she looked around Amber's apartment.

The apartment was pretty nice, four rooms and a small 
terrace. Yet for someone who'd hit the big time and 
supposedly was raking in the dough, Amber seemed to be 
living rather simply. The apartment wasn't all that 
different than that of any of her middle class 
neighbors. Well she'd only been on the show a short 
time, maybe it took a while to get used to having money. 
Then again, maybe it was just another aspect to her 
personality.

The clock on the wall said her five minutes were up. 
Heather began to follow the path Amber had taken. Her 
heart was beating a little more quickly now, telling her 
that this might be more than just a casual roll in the 
sack for either of them. Ten minutes ago she thought she 
should leave. Now she was so glad that she hadn't.

"Amber?" she said softly as she stepped into the 
bedroom.

The room was only semi-lit by a night-light. The tall 
girl stepped further inside, still finding no sign of 
her friend. The bed, she took note, was still made.

"Amber?" she repeated.

"Out here." said a voice from beyond the glass doors at 
the far end of the room.

Watching her step in the dark, Heather followed in the 
direction of the voice. She figured Amber had left the 
lights off for a reason and made no attempt to turn any 
of them on.

"Amber, are you..." she started to say as she stepped 
through the open door and onto the terrace. "Oh my God!" 
she gasped, erasing what ever her next words might have 
been.

At the far end of the balcony stood Amber, silhouetted 
in the light of a full moon. Bathed in moonlight, the 
blond had left all of her clothes behind in the bedroom. 
Heather couldn't think of the last time she had seen 
anything so beautiful or erotic.

"Oh God," Heather repeated. "You are so beautiful."

"I'm glad you think so." Amber said as she walked 
barefoot toward the dark girl. "I've always thought my 
breasts were too small."

Heather looked down at Amber's mounds. In the reflected 
light she could see they were small, perfectly rounded 
orbs. In the center of each were tiny pinkish circles, 
with equally tiny, but stiff nipples. Following her gaze 
downward, she found a small, light to the point of being 
nonexistent patch of blond hair between her legs. That 
settled her question of whether Amber was a natural 
blond of nothing else.

She stopped two feet from Heather, looking up and down 
her body. It was obvious to Heather that Amber wanted 
her to strip as well. The tall black girl turned for a 
moment and looked out beyond the terrace. Across the 
street there were at least two buildings as tall as this 
one, with most of the lights on, showing that the 
apartments were occupied. Still, with no light behind 
them to back light their bodies, she doubted anyone 
would really be able to see them. Yet even if they could 
barely make them out, at this distance, what were they 
going to see.

Heather reached behind herself and pulled down the 
zipper holding up her red dress. Once it was all the way 
down, it was easy to wiggle out of it. She picked it up 
off the all weather carpet that lined the terrace and 
tossed it through the door into the bedroom. Her shoes 
followed a few moments later. She could feel Amber's 
eyes locked on her as she undid the front clasp that 
held her 38-inch bust in place. Just as quick, the black 
bra followed her dress through the opening.

As was her habit, Heather took a moment to rub her 
breasts. She'd never been able to find a bra that was 
both comfortable and still strong enough to hold her 
mounds in place. Because of that, she always massaged 
her breasts just a little whenever she took off her bra. 
Her red nails pressed against her dark brown silver 
dollar sized areole, producing rigid nibs twice the 
diameter of Amber's.

She ran both her hands down the length of her body to 
the waistband of her midnight black panties. Slipping 
her fingers under, she pulled them down as well. In a 
playful move, Heather whirled them around her index 
finger a few times, then sent them flying along the now 
familiar path. She smiled as she considered what would 
be the reaction of someone down on the street had she 
let go of them a moment too soon and they flew off the 
terrace instead.

The two would be lovers stood there in silence. If they 
could step out of themselves and examine them from the 
side, they would find their bodies a study in contrasts. 
Amber had skin a milky white, Heather's a chocolate 
brown. Short, almost pixie length blond hair as compared 
to waist length black. Heather's breasts seemed almost 
twice as large as Amber's, just as her dark mouth seemed 
to cover twice the area as well.

Amber moved first, taking a long step forward that put 
her in Heather's arms. They kissed once more, their 
breasts rubbing nipple to nipple. Each succeeding kiss 
seemed sweeter than that which preceded it. Every time 
their tongues met, they seem to reach deeper into the 
other's mouth, deeper into the other's soul. They sucked 
on each other's lips, taking their time, making each 
kiss last an eternity.

Amber cupped her hands under Heather's breasts, feeling 
the warmth of the brown flesh. Heather followed suit, 
their flesh tones forming a stark contrast. The blonde's 
pink lips released their dark counterparts and moved 
onto Heather's neck, then her shoulders, finally to her 
breasts.

Countless nights she had dreamed of the softness of 
another woman, of the honeyed taste of her mounds. She 
lowered her head a little further and kissed the top of 
each of them.

Heather brought her lips to the side of Amber's bowed 
head, nibbling at her earlobe, blowing gently into her 
ear. Her tongue followed, tracing a path along the 
canals.

Amber's oral caress reached the darker circles of 
Heather's breasts, running her tongue across and under 
them. Finally she guided the closest one between her 
lips and into her mouth.

The night air was unusually calm as the two naked women 
stood and embraced in the reflected light. The only 
sounds were the beating of their hearts, the rising of 
their breaths, and the soft sound of lips against flesh.

Heather sighed in response to the wet embrace that 
stroked her nipples. At the same time, she slid a free 
hand down to where she could just slide it between 
Amber's legs. Brown fingers and red nails eclipsed the 
light hair as her hand pressed against the small mound, 
finding it very moist to the touch.

Heather pressed further with her touch, moving one 
finger past the blond barrier and into the valley 
beyond. Amber jumped just enough for the taller woman to 
feel it, an acknowledgment that she had found her 
sensitive spot on the first try.

The long haired girl continued to stroke the blond mound 
lightly. Just enough to trigger a response, but not 
enough to distract the shorter girl from her mammary 
explorations.

Finally, Amber could ignore the hand caressing her 
womanhood no more. She glided her own hand between 
Heather's legs, past the curly haired boundary to the 
pearl beneath. Although she lacked the younger girl's 
experience, the neophyte had no trouble finding her goal 
just by touch. Excited as it was, Heather's clit stood 
out and practically drew attention.

Amber slid her fingers up into Heather, finding an easy 
path up the well-lubricated walls. She slid them in and 
out a few times, just enough to coat her fingers with 
the fresh dew. Just as quickly, she drew them out, and 
raised them to her lips.

"Mmmm," the older girl purred as she took of her first 
taste of a woman. "I've often wondered what it would 
taste like."

"Is it what you thought it would be?" Heather asked as 
she drew Amber's hand to her own lips, sticking out her 
tongue to wipe clean a small drop she had missed.

"Different, but still enjoyable," Amber answered.

"Then you'll have to take a more direct approach to 
fully appreciate it." Heather said.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure how," responded Amber.

"Then I'll just have to demonstrate." Heather beamed.

The railing at the edge of the terrace stood just above 
waist level. Heather positioned Amber against the 
railing, her arms stretched out in each direction for 
support. Her brown skilled lover started once again at 
her lips, kissing them softly. Heather moved her hand 
down across Amber's chest, running her fingers against 
her rounded breasts. She played with her small pink 
nipples, pressing them between her dark fingers.

Heather's tongue quickly replaced her fingers, tracing a 
path across the pale skin, a wet line that left tingles 
of delight in its wake. Little quivers that alternated 
with sharp spikes, as small love bites interwove with 
her caresses.

Finally she was on her knees, her face level with the 
small blond patch of hair. Heather leaned her head 
forward and kissed the center of it, her tongue darting 
out and running up and down it's length. The hair was 
damp with the aroma of Amber's excitement, a fragrance 
that sent shivers across Heather's mahogany skin.

The kneeling girl placed her hands on the back of 
Amber's ankles, then slowly brought them up, playing her 
fingers on the velvet smooth legs. Gently she inched her 
way up until she reached the cheeks of Amber's ass. Dark 
hands spread out against the plump flesh, pressing hard 
against them. Then, in a surge of lust, she pressed her 
head tight between Amber's legs.

"Ohhh Yesss!" Amber called out as she felt Heather 
invade her most intimate region with her tongue.

With a quickness born of a too long abstinence, Heather 
explored the limits of Amber's womanhood. Amber in turn, 
was gripped by a torrid of desires long suppressed. Her 
hands gripped the metal railing as she tried to keep 
balance on legs now so incredibly weak.

Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, Heather drove her 
nimble tongue. Experience and desire intermixed to 
quickly stoke the fires that had been simmering within 
Amber all evening.

Despite the comfortable breeze, an icy sweat covered 
Amber's naked form. Her body quivered with the rising 
crest radiating from her pulsing sex. The actress wasn't 
a virgin, she'd surrendered her virginity to a boy back 
home in an effort to fit in. There had been three young 
men since then. None of the four had brought her 
anywhere near the level of excitement she now found 
herself. A level rising with each passing moment.

"I'm... go... ing... to... co..." Amber panted, unable 
to fully get the words out.

It didn't matter, Heather could read the signs in the 
older girl's body like a familiar tome. She redoubled 
her efforts, determined to make her climax as memorable 
as possible. It was a goal she reached a dozen 
heartbeats later.

Amber screamed a silent scream, afraid if she gave voice 
to the rhapsody cascading through her body, it would be 
heard by the people walking the streets far below. Her 
legs were now rubber, and only Heather's still strong 
grip on them kept her standing.

Heather was too busy enjoying the fruits of her efforts 
to notice any of this. The only thought echoing in her 
mind was that she had just given Amber her first sapphic 
orgasm. A fact that made the ambrosia coating her tongue 
all the more precious.

"H-Heather," Amber said as she found her voice and slid 
down to the floor, sitting down next to her lover. "I 
don't know what to say."

"Say you're glad we did it," Heather intoned.

"I'm so glad we did it," the sitting blond smiled. "What 
else would you like me to say?"

"How bout that you want to do it again."

Amber's reply was non-verbal as she reached behind 
Heather's head and pulled her close, their lips coming 
together once again.

The two women rolled into each other's arms and onto the 
floor. They rocked back and forth, trading kisses and 
caresses. Heather lay atop Amber and kissed her hard, 
their lips and tongues performing an erotic ballet. At 
the same time, the light skinned girl ran her hands up 
and down Heather's back, exploring every aspect of her 
body. Again and again she ran her fingers across her 
ass, her nails leaving a quickly fading trail.

They changed places, never breaking their kiss, as Amber 
now took the initiative. The blond brought her fingers 
to Heather's face and stroked her cheeks. She moved down 
and cupped her lover's large dark breasts, once more 
bringing the large nipples to hardness. They shifted 
position, just enough so Amber could reach those 
delicious treats.

Heather now sought out the shorter girl's body, filling 
in the blanks on her own mental map. By the time they 
were done, they were as familiar with every aspect of 
the other's body as they were their own.

Amber whispered a request into Heather's ear. A petition 
that only made her face glow even brighter. They 
untangled their limbs and totally changed positions, 
until they found themselves in the classic sixty-nine. 
Both spread their legs, clearing a path for the other's 
desire.

Amber started first, tentatively probing the recess of 
Heather's saturated pussy. The strong scent of her sex 
was overpowering. The taste of her fruits exquisite. She 
closed her eyes as she drove deep inside, savoring a 
feast only dreamt about up to now.

"Oh yes," Heather encouraged her. "You're doing fine."

Motivated, Amber moved her pulsating mouth closer and 
sought out Heather's clit. She alternated between her 
finger and her tongue, pleasing Heather with each 
stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as her actions became 
as natural to her as breathing.

Satisfied that Amber was well on her way, Heather turned 
her attention to her own prize. Her first taste of the 
blond pussy before her had left her hungering for more. 
With practiced skill, she mirrored the ministrations her 
own pussy was receiving, quickly catching up to Amber. 

It became a contest between experience and neophyte 
enthusiasm, a race to see which could bring the other to 
orgasm first. In the end, the sudden surge across the 
finish line was too close to measure, too euphoric for 
either of them to actually care.

Both gyrated faster and faster, driven on by the love of 
the other. Hearts raced out of control as naked flesh 
burned with desire. Finally, they gripped each other and 
traveled together as one through the Fields of Elysium.

The journey left them both totally drained. A joyous 
fatigue that brought sleep to their eyes and a chance to 
relive it all over in their dreams. It was hours before 
their eyes opened to look wordlessly and longingly at 
each other.

Moonlight had given way to sunlight as they stood up and 
felt the morning warmth on their skin. The day was just 
breaking, but there was no time for even breakfast. 
Amber had just enough time to quickly wash up and dress, 
before racing downstairs to meet her ride to the studio.

Heather, dressed in one of Amber's robes, looked down on 
her love from the terrace. As she watched the dark 
studio car pulled into the early morning traffic, she 
threw a kiss for luck into the air.

No matter what the day brought now, last night would 
always shine in her memory.

***

Heather lay naked in bed, a sheet wrapped around her as 
she watched the Angie O'Neil show. A week had passed 
since her night with Amber. Seven days in which she had 
scarcely spent more than twenty minutes talking to her. 
The normal shooting schedule for the show had been 
compressed in order to get the 'ratings week special' on 
the air in time.

"Here it comes," Heather thought with excitement as 
Angie took Cynthia in her arms.

The redheaded forty-year-old stroked Amber's short hair, 
mouthing dialogue that Heather paid no attention to. Her 
attention was on their lips as their heads grew closer.

During the brief chats they had during the week, Heather 
had asked Amber how the scene had gone. The actress had 
just smiled and said Heather would have to wait until 
show night to see. From all the publicity the episode 
had gotten, Heather knew that a few million pairs of 
eyes were watching with her. Strangely enough, Amber's 
eyes were not one of them. She'd told Heather many times 
she could never watch her own performances.

"I hope she doesn't giggle," Heather said to herself as 
she watched their lips meet.

The dark girl held her breath, her attention focused 
totally on the television screen. She watched as Angie 
and Cynthia closed their eyes and pressed their lips 
together. Watched as Amber didn't giggle. Watched as 
Kate Douglas....

"She's giving her tongue!" Heather cried out in surprise 
just before the screen faded to black. "I saw that old 
bitch, she was using her tongue!"

The sound of the closing theme filled the room as Amber 
walked back in. She was as naked as Heather, carrying a 
small tray with wine and cheese. Laying the tray on the 
bed, she climbed up next to Heather.

"That horny old bitch used her tongue!" Heather 
repeated.

"Did she?" Amber grinned broadly as she handed her lover 
a glass of wine. "I really don't remember."

"You don't remember?" Heather said as she took the 
glass. "Did she do that during the dress rehearsal?"

"I really don't remember the dress rehearsal that much," 
Amber said as she leaned forward to kiss Heather. "But I 
do remember, our undress rehearsal."

And it was the undress rehearsal that would be repeated 
again and again.

END

Ann Douglas Web Page: http://www.asstr.org/~Ann_Douglas/

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