“Jan,” Blair Vogelson said into the intercom, “please bring me a cup of coffee and the those letters you typed up for me last night.” “Very good, ma’am,” the secretary replied, “I’ll be right in.” A few moments later her office door swung open and in strode Jan with as Styrofoam cup of steaming coffee in one hand, and a half inch thick stack of papers and envelopes in the other. “How’s it going this morning, boss,” Jan asked brightly, “anything special on the agenda for today?” Carefully taking the cup from her secretary’s hand, Blair took a sip and replied, “No, nothing special, just the usual, but if you have the time, I’d like to chat with you for a minute or two if that’s all right?” Jan nodded her head and replied, “Your time is my time, what’s up?”

Teri just had to get away from it all. She had just buried her husband a little over three months ago, and everything around her reminded her of him. After thirty seven years of marriage to such a wonderful man, it was hard to get up in the morning and face the day. Teri’s two grown daughters were getting worried about their mother’s state of mind, and finally insisted that she get away for a few days, just to kind of relax and let her batteries recharge. She didn’t want to go somewhere that she and Tom had visited, so it was decided that she would spend a week in New York City and take in a few shows, and see all the sights. They’d talked about doing it for years, but never got around to it, so Teri’s daughters figured that this would be the perfect time. Teri wouldn’t have given their little plan a chance in hell of working, but much to her delight, she was actually having a good time. Cats and Les Miz were more fantastic than she had ever imagined they’d be, the Guggenheim had more stunning art in one place than was imaginable, and the food, well it was just magnificent. New York had turned out being the tonic that made her see that it was possible to have a life after Tom, in fact, she was planning on making Manhattan a yearly destination. In a city the size of New York, especially when you’re a total stranger, you don’t expect to meet someone out of your past, but for Teri, her life was about to take twist that was completely unexpected, and that moment came at the check out line at Bloomingdale’s department store. While she was paying for a new pair of leather gloves for her younger daughter, she noticed a very attractive woman staring at her from across the room. She tried to ignore her, but the woman was being so obvious, that the sales lady even commented that she thought her “friend “ was trying to get her attention. Teri paid for her purchase and quickly made her way to the front door where she felt a hand on her arm and the question, “Teri, is that you?” She spun around, not sure how to react, but in an instant recognized the face from over forty years ago in college, “Victoria?” she asked.

“Oh, no,” Belinda groaned to herself, “not now, please not now, I don’t have time for this right now.” But no amount of pleading or denial would change the basic facts, she was a lesbian fem who, although she lived alone and all of her lesbian friends were fems, once every two or three months got the uncontrollable urge to be taken by a bull dyke and just be plain dominated. When the urge struck her, her frilly panties would be drenched with a flow of pussy juice that was almost overwhelming. She looked at the clock on her office wall and commented, “Shit, still two hours to go until five,” as she dabbed the sweat from her forehead, “please, clock go,” she pleaded.

This was the one day of the year Molly hated to go shopping. No, she hadn’t lost her feminine drive to load up her credit card buying the latest fashions, it was just that this was the day she had to buy her new bathing suit for the up coming season. “May I help you dear,” the middle aged sales lady asked as Molly was checking out a rack full of brightly colored bikinis. “Uh, yes, please,” Molly replied, “I need a new suit and I was just looking to see if any of these were my size.” The lady looked her over for a second and asked, “About a size four?” “Yes,” Molly replied. “Follow me, please,” the lady replied, Molly dutifully trailed along until they stopped by a large display of quite attractive suits in the rear of the store. “After you’ve selected three or four,” the lady offered, “you can try them on over there in the dressing room.” Molly thanked her, and after about fifteen minutes she had found three models that she wished to try on. She was just entering a vacant dressing room, when much to her surprise, the sales lady slipped in behind her and closed the door behind them. “What are you doing in here,” Molly demanded, “I’m quite capable of trying them on by myself!” The lady smiled softly, and in a gentle tone replied, “I know you can, dear, I just wanted to help you out, don’t worry, I do this all of the time. A second ago she had been a little hot under the collar, but after hearing the almost lilting voice of the sales lady reassuring her, Molly lost all of her resolve and began slipping out of her tee shirt and jeans.

It was so hot and sticky, Angela was sure that the other riders of the bus could smell it as well. Her cunt, her pussy, her quim, call it what you liked, but at this very moment, Angela’s vagina was leaking like a dripping water faucet. Now if she had worn panties, well then maybe no one would have noticed, but Angela never wore panties, because, well because she was what in polite circles was called an exhibitionist. At this very moment Angela had made eye contact with a middle aged man who was seated across from her. Her eyes barely flickered, but when she dropped them nonchalantly to her lap, she casually spread her legs, giving him an eye full of inner thigh and closely cropped pussy fur. His eyes went from her crotch back to her face, but he immediately knew that she wanted him to look, just by the smirking little half smile that crossed her lips. He wet his lips with his tongue, glanced around to see if anyone else was watching, and then let his gaze fall to Angela’s nether region. For the next five minutes he stared at the plump brown haired slit, only taking his eyes off it to see if anyone had discovered his furtive activity. When they were almost to Angela’s stop, she shifted her weight slightly, and then flexed her cunt muscles, causing her lips to bulge in and out, separating slightly to give a glimpse of her pink crack. Angela thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head, so she smirked at him again and gave him one final pussy flex for good measure. She then closed her legs and stood up to exit the bus, giving him a lilting, “Have a nice day, sir,” as she breezed past him, out the door, and onto the street.

Maureen O’Connell strolled leisurely down the pier, taking in all the sights and sounds that surrounded the departure of a luxury cruise ship. A native New Yorker, Mo had spent the last several days cruising South Beach and enjoying the Miami sun, and boy, this was living, the middle of February and the temperature had been hovering in the mid 70’s. As Mo walked past her, the Molly Dee gleamed sparkling white against the azure blue Florida sky, all 790 feet of her. The brochure that her travel agent had given her didn’t do the big liner justice, she looked absolutely fantastic. Mo had been planning this trip for over a year, and now that it was here, she could hardly believe it. Lugging her suitcase on board, Mo was met by a the purser, a pretty young woman, who looked at her ticket, handed her a detailed map of the ship, and informed her where her cabin was located. “Two flights up,” Mo mumbled out loud, while she rode the elevator to the promenade deck. Walking down a long corridor, she stopped at cabin 328 and tried her key, the tumblers moved smoothly, and in another second she was in her room. She was supposed to have a berth partner, but it looked like no one else had been in the room, so Mo selected the bed that stood under the porthole. She was gazing through the window when the door opened and a vivacious woman of about thirty breezed into the cabin. “Hi,” the woman said, while dumping her luggage on the other bed, “my name’s Veronica Stuart, but everyone calls me Ronnie!” Mo, extending her hand, introduced herself, and asked Ronnie if she cared about which bed wanted. “Nah, either one’s fine with me, by the way,” she went on, “did you get a load of the purser, what a knock out!” Mo nodded her head and added, “From what I’ve seen so far, all of the crew, including the captain are women, there won’t be a single male on board for the whole cruise!” “Alright,” said an enthused Ronnie, “a whole boat full of lezzies, I can hardly wait.”

“Mm, this looks nice,” April said as she held up a pink baby’s christening dress, “that is if I have a little girl.” She was just about to pick up a matching blue outfit when someone on the other side of the table asked, “Is that you, April?” “Who is it?” she asked while trying to focus on the questioner. “It’s me, Lin Park, you know from college, back then I was Lin Yamana.” “Lin,” April cried, “how long has it been, four years, now?” as she walked around the table to meet her old college chum. “Gosh it’s good to see you again,” Lin offered as the two women gave each other a big hug. “You too,” April gushed, “I see you’re in the same condition I am.” “Yup,” Lin replied, “I’m due in about five weeks, what about you?” “Six, but all of my sisters had their first one a week early, so I’m ready for anything,” she replied with a laugh, “Is this your first, too?” “Uh huh,” Lin replied, “do you know what yours is gonna be yet, Tom and I didn’t want to know.” “Us either,” April answered quickly, “that would take half the fun out of it!” “Say,” April said brightly, “I have my car right outside the store and I don’t live too far away, why don’t you come over and we’ll have some coffee and reminisce about old times?” Lin checked her watch and after thinking about it for a moment replied, “Sure, why not, Tom has to work late tonight anyway, let’s go.”

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go to the movies. As luck would have, however, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirls were free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated in the try on chairs. Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display of high healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit down so she could measure her foot.

"You need to get out and have some fun Sarah." I just shrugged my shoulders. Greg was right; I did need to get out. All I've done for the past forever is work and come home. I haven't had a 'significant other' since me and Mandy broke up. I admit it; I tried to hide it all in my work. He patted my back, "I'm making you go to the club tonight and there's nothing you can say or do to avoid it." That's my roommate, always looking out for me. I sighed and asked what time I was being kidnapped. He chuckled, "Alright Sarah, if it's by force then that's the way it has to be. I want to leave here in about an hour, so go get ready."

Rachel was bone tired as she lay in the hot bath she had just drawn. Her whole body ached from the pounding it had taken during this afternoon’s practice. Rachel was a starting forward on a women’s professional basketball team out of Chicago, and Coach Jim Danvers had worked them to death after last night’s embarrassing home loss to Detroit. He had a right be upset; they really had stunk.

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I wanted to get showered early so I would get a good start on my first day as a camp counselor. The first set of campers would not show up for two weeks yet, but there was preliminary work to do, and I had never been a camp counselor before. I nervously stepped out from my cabin, wearing only a robe and beach sandals, and headed for the communal shower/toilet that served this cluster of cabins. I hadn’t walked around out in the open naked for a year or so and wearing just the robe began to get me horny. Being early, I would be able to get some relief in the shower.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked. “Yeah, just lemme grab a few other things and I’ll meet you at the car.” I picked up my bags and headed for the trunk. Ahh this weekend was going be great. We were off to see some friends from college. We hadn’t found time since graduation for all of us to get together until now. It had been almost two years. I couldn’t help but wonder if either of them had changed. I wondered if they would freak out once they found out that Stefanie and I weren’t just ‘good friends’. I never know how anyone will react when they see us together, two women holding hands, obviously in love. Oh well, she and I were happy and that’s all that mattered to me.

Steffi Lange sweep into her office with a grim look on her face, and her executive assistant, Shelly Engel, rolled her eyes and thought to herself, ‘Oh shit, it’s gonna be one of those days!” Pouring a fresh cup of coffee, she knocked on Steffi’s door and entered he boss’s office. “Here’s your coffee and the Journal,” she said, placing them on the desk in front of the blond executive.“Men are such pigs,” spat Steffi. “What happened?” asked Shelly, as she took a chair across from the large desk in front of her boss. “When I was walking from the train I think everyman on the street must have looked at my chest! It just makes me sick,” said an irate Steffi. Now Steffi Lange was a very good looking woman with mane of blond hair and long slim legs, she is just naturally going to command attention from the opposite sex. What really makes them sit up and take notice, however, is her more than ample chest. An easy 38D, she is every man’s wet dream. Her unusually large nipples seem to be constantly erect, and it seems that now matter how heavy a bra or blouse, they poke through the fabric and seem to say to the world, “Here I am, look at me!” And that, is exactly what happens. This morning for example, at least twice one man poked another in the ribs just to point out her obvious assets. In the winter at least she could cover up with a heavy coat, but in this heat, even a light jacket felt oppressive.

Frannie was in a state of euphoria. Last night Kenny “popped the question”. They were getting married! She couldn’t wait to tell Kim, her best friend since grade school. They had both wondered if Kenny would ever get the nerve to go through with it, and finally it happened. He had been so sweet, just like in the movies he fumbled with and engagement ring and stumbled with his question. It was all Frannie could do to keep from asking her for him. When he finally did get it straight Frannie threw her arms around his neck and practically screamed “Yes!”

Lisa Rivers couldn’t believe she was finally here - Castro Street! Being gay and from a small town in Kentucky, you could feel mighty lonely, but here in San Francisco, the mecca for gays and lesbians, being queer was almost a badge of honor. Just walking down the street and seeing men arm in arm, and women openly kissing, well it did her heart good. After only ten minutes, she knew that she felt at home.

“Mmmmm, this tastes pretty good,” Vanna said after taking a nibble on the pork roast she had just removed from the oven, “I hope Mike likes it, it’s one of her favorites!” Mike, that was just a shortened version for Michelle, but calling her that even by mistake sometimes cause her to fly off into a rage. Vanna was going about the business of preparing the rest of the evening meal when she heard the front door of the apartment opening. “Is that you, Mike,” she called form the kitchen, “I’m out here in the kitchen, supper will be ready in about ten minutes.” Clad in a flannel work shirt, blue jeans, and heavy work boots, Mike appeared in the kitchen door and growled, “Get me a beer, I’m fucking beat.” Vanna went to the fridge and pulled out a long neck bottle of Budweiser and handed it to her tough looking room mate while saying, “Rough day, huh?” “The fucking worst, that ass hole Parker had me hauling cement all day when he knew my hamstring was still sore,” she spat after taking a long swallow out of her bottle. “Well,” Vanna said brightly, “I’ve made one of your favorites, roast pork and apple sauce, maybe that will make you feel a little better.” “Maybe,” Mike said sullenly, “maybe.”

Gwen anxiously climbed the stairs to the apartment she shared with her room mate, Anna,who had promised her a big surprise when she got home from work. All day she had been wondering what it would be, and it had been driving her crazy. Fumbling with her key, she heard Anna yell from inside the apartment, “It’s open!” Gwen hurried inside, eager to find what Anna had in store for her. Her elation suddenly turned to jealousy when she saw the “surprise” Anna had waiting for her. Sitting on the couch next to Anna was a beautiful slim young blond who looked like she stepped right off the cover of Vogue. “What’s going on here?” asked Gwen. “This is Krista,” answered Anna, “she’s going to be staying with us for a while.” “No,” shouted Gwen, “I won’t have her in our house.” Anna stood up and gave Gwen a back handed slap across the face and spat, “You listen to me you little cunt, if I want to bring in some fresh meat I’ll do it, and if I tell you to eat, by god you will or your cute little ass will be one dark shade of red!” Giving her another shot to the face just for good measure, Anna snarled, “Am I making myself clear?” “Y-y-yes, Anna,” a now very contrite Gwen answered. “Good,” said Anna, “fix us all a drink, Gwen.” Without saying a word Gwen went to the bar and mixed highballs for all three of them.

Ingrid felt anything like going on a vacation, but she had bought her ticket over six months ago which was non refundable, and for a working girl like her, $2,650.00 was just too much to throw away, even if she did have a broken heart. That lying skunk, Chris, how could he have done this to her! She always had a feeling that he was a little bit on the shifty side, but when she found out that he was seeing two other girls on the side, well that was just too much. They had been planning this cruise for over a year when just by pure chance she saw Chris and a buxom blond coming out of a Midtown hotel at two in the afternoon. Later that evening when she confronted him with her allegation, instead of denying it he laughed right in her face and practically bragged at how for all these months he had been playing her for a sucker. With her head spinning and the nausea rising in her throat, she managed to open the door and ordered him out of her apartment as well as the rest of her life.

Jack peeked out from underneath the covers at the digital clock on the night stand and moaned, “Six thirty already, what a day I have ahead of me.” He lay still for a couple of minutes before whipping back the covers so he could hop out of bed. He was just making a move to leave when a soft warm hand grabbed his arm and the silky smooth southern accent came lilting from the other side of the bed, “Jack, honey, you’re not gonna run off with giving me some morning sugah are ya?” He looked over his shoulder at the tousled blonde hair of his beautiful young wife and pleaded, “Not today, Cindy Lou, I’ve got to get to work, the boss wants to see me first thing.” With one smooth motion, she peeled back her side of the covers and exposed her nubile naked body, with the slim hips and large firm breasts. “Now, sugah,” she whispered, “can that mean old Mr. Owens offer you anything like this?” “Sweet jesus,” he said while sucking in is breath, “you know I can’t resist that, it’s just not fair.” “Honey,” she cooed, “everything’s fair in love and war, and this,” she said while running her hand up and down her perfect body, “is meant for love.”