(lovingly dedicated to Falcon, and posted with her approval.)
The following is a little story I wrote today. Many people have asked if I would post one, and Amy (Falcon) asked if I would write one about her.
It’s not really very good, as I only wrote it over lunch. But let me know what you think. Oh yes, the codes:
(FF) - this story details a sexual encounter between two consenting adult women. If this offends you, please stop reading now.
“Ready for the Interview”
by Una Persson
“So what do you think?” Amy asked as she twirled around in front of the mirror. The charcoal
dress swished on her nylon stockings, creating a sound like blowing leaves.
As Holly watched Amy pirouette on her heels like a dancer, she took in the vision of her lovely
friend in her new “power suit” in front of her and breathed “Beautiful, Amy. Just beautiful.”
Amy stopped turning and blushed. “Oh, now tell me honestly dear.” she said in a soft voice.
Holly rose from the stool and walked across the changing room to where Amy stood. "I’m serious
- black is your color dear, you’ll knock `em dead during the interview."
Amy smiled weakly. “I really hope you’re right - I really would like this job. It’s the best place I’ve
seen so far in Dallas. I’m just so nervous - I hope I’ll do alright.”
Holly placed her hands on Amy’s shoulders and turned her so she faced the mirror again. “Just
look at yourself. I see a strong, beautiful, professional woman who’s going to kick ass and take
down names tomorrow. So to speak.”
Amy laughed at the comment, and turned and hugged Holly hard. “Thank you for coming down
here to help me prepare for this. It would have been so much harder to do all this by myself.”
“What are old chums for, huh?” Holly hugged Amy back hard and rubbed her shoulders. “You’re
still just so tense, I can feel it in your whole body.”
“I know, I know.”
I really think you should let me help you relax a little. But it’s entirely up to you."
Amy gripped Holly tighter in the embrace. “It’s just - it’s been a while since - since I’ve - had any
relief from the stress.”
“I understand. Do you want me to help you?” Holly asked in a low voice.
“I - yes.”
Holly broke the embrace and checked the lock on the changing room door. Unlike most stores,
the changing rooms at Talbot’s were actual rooms, with a solid door and full walls - ensuring their
privacy. Holly returned to Amy. “Sit, dear” she said, motioning to the stool.
Amy sat down and let out a long sigh. As Holly pulled up a matching stool behind her, Amy said
“I just need to unwind completely or I’m going to be too nervous tomorrow. I’m just so tense all
over. And I don’t know why.”
“Well I don’t know why either.” Holly said, as she placed her hands on Amy’s shoulders and
started to firmly rub them. “You’re overqualified for the job, YOU just don’t realize it.”
Amy closed her eyes and relaxed a little as Holly pressed firmly with her thumbs, rubbing down
Amy’s spine. Amy surprised herself by emitting a small moan as she felt Holly work an especially
sore spot.
“Here, I need more leverage.” Holly scooted her stool directly behind Amy’s and resumed the
kneading, rubbing, and caressing of Amy’s back.
As Amy sat under Holly’s touch, she began to become aware of the closeness of their bodies.
Occasionally the hair on her neck was tickled by Holly’s breath. Holly’s hands started rubbing
down the sides of Amy’s torso, and she elicited another soft moan of pleasure from her friend’s
body.
“That area’s really sore, can you get it more?” asked Amy.
“Those muscles are always sore on women, from holding our breasts up all day. Just relax now.”
Holly scooted even closer, until her own breasts were lightly grazing Amy’s back. She ran her
hands firmly on the sides of Amy’s breasts, rubbing the muscles under her arms, moving to her
arms, and back to the sides of her breasts.
Amy started to feel the little changing room get very hot, and she realized she was shifting on the
stool to get more comfortable. She felt restless and tense - Holly’s kind ministrations were
increasing the tension, not relieving it. As Holly once again returned her attention to her sensitive
sides, Amy felt the room swim a little and leaned back into Holly.
“Do you need more? Do you want me to go on?” Holly’s breath tickled her ear, lips nearly
touching the lobe.
“No, I mean, yes - please.”
In a decisive movement Holly slipped her hands under the sides of Amy’s dress and cupped her
full breasts. Amy let out a little yelp of surprise, then relaxed again as Holly’s soft hands caressed
her breasts, working in firm but gentle circles around them. Holly leaned into Amy’s back,
pressing firmly against her. Her lips, then teeth gently took Amy’s earlobe between them. Amy’s
mind started to swim, all sounds drowned out by the hot breath in her ear.
Holly continued to caress Amy’s soft breasts, continuing the circles in tighter and tighter spirals
until they ended at the soft points of her firm nipples. Holly’s fingers closed - gently - on the little
soft tips, and as she tugged on them she bit firmly into Amy’s ear. Amy let out a long sigh,
partially a pant, and pulled her ear free to turn her head to Holly. Their lips met in a first kiss,
hesitant - then with more confidence. As Holly continued her gentle but insistent tugging, she ran
her tongue across Amy’s sweet lips, begging entrance to the soft warmth inside. And Amy
granted it with abandon.
Their mouths were locked together in a long, deep kiss. Tongues searched and found each other
in an intimate dance hidden from the rest of the world. Holly bit gently on Amy’s lower lip, pulling
Amy’s nipples with more force as she did so. She was rewarded with a long moan and a sigh.
Holly slipped her right hand down onto Amy’s tender tummy while her left hand caressed one,
then the other breast. As their deep kiss broke, Amy whispered raggedly “Oh Goddess, I’ve
never felt so hot. Don’t stop, please, don’t.” And she silenced her mouth again on Holly’s lips.
Holly’s right hand caressed Amy’s tummy on all sides, rubbing firmly, pressing her body back
against Holly’s. Her hand dipped lower in the dress, seeking the source of Amy’s need. Holly
found Amy’s dampness as she cupped her mound, and she pressed firmly into it. Amy gave a
low, long moan into Holly’s soft mouth.
Holly started to slowly rub along Amy’s inner thighs, pressing and caressing, pinching softly.
Avoiding the center of Amy’s need. Amy shifted on the stool to try and draw Holly closer, but
Holly was stronger, and continued the gentle teasing of her thighs. She held Amy tighter with her
left hand and whispered “Let me do it for you baby, oh Amy.” She started kissing Amy’s hot face,
her cheeks, her brow, even her delicate closed eyelids were not immune from the delicious
assault.
Amy’s own body felt out of her control, as if she was nothing but a fine musical instrument to be
played by Holly’s experienced, gentle hands. She felt more tense than she ever had, and yet
more at ease under her friend’s touch than she ever had been with another lover. All her fears
and inhibitions fell away as she let the symphony continue.
Holly’s hand began to rub higher along Amy’s thighs, then along her outer lips. She teased her
fingers through the soft heat, stroking gently. Amy gave a little gasp, and started to pant. Holly’s
hand moved almost casually upwards, and found Amy’s little bud. Her slim fingers carefully
avoided it as they moved up to caress the hood which covered it, rubbing gently in a small circle.
They slowly pulled the little hood away, exposing more of the engorged bud beneath. Amy began
to pant openly, and tried to sift her hips to force the contact, to put her over the edge. But Holly
held her tightly, and continued the exquisite torture.
Holly’s left hand continued it’s assault on Amy’s breasts, and Amy felt Holly’s right hand draw
very near to her center. She held her breath, then released it in a frustrated sob as Holly once
again avoided the bud directly, instead resting on either side. Amy bit Holly’s mouth in her
frustration, and Holly pulled free and placed her teeth on the soft skin of Amy’s neck.
Amy sobbed aloud as Holly’s finger moved delicately along the sides of her bud, rubbing the shaft
on the left, the right, the left, in a torment that brought tears freely to Amy’s face. Holly kissed the
tears away as she continued, and Amy started to sob “Please Holly! Oh please! Help me!”
Holly gripped Amy powerfully, her left hand pinching Amy’s left nipple and her teeth biting deep
into her neck. Her right finger moved directly to Amy’s center and rubbed firmly and furiously,
paralyzing her with the force. Amy felt the wave within her rise towards an impossible summit,
and as her body finally released she came crashing down the other side. Her muscles locked
rigidly as she rode the waves of pleasure which tore through her body. Her tummy was rigid and
pulsing as the waves continued on, and on, and on. She may have cried out - she didn’t know
anymore, or care. Her vision blurred, and the room became dark as she fell into a well of
mindless warm pleasure.
As she felt Amy’s body finally relax, Holly slowed and then stopped her caress. She wrapped
Amy in her arms and rocked her gently, running her fingers through her hair and whispering little
nothings gently to her. After a couple minutes, Amy stirred and looked up at Holly. She sniffled a
little as Holly wiped her flushed, damp face with a clean handkerchief from her purse.
“Thank you Holly” was all Amy said, but the true depth of her gratitude was in her eyes. Amy
kissed Holly once, and rose from her grasp. She removed the damp and rumpled dress and
returned it to it’s hanger. “Well, even if I didn’t like it I’d have to buy it now!”
“The dress is perfect. But we’ll have to get it dry-cleaned tonight. I know a 24-hour cleaners that
can do the trick.” They looked at each other and laughed, and hugged again.
Amy finished dressing, and they straightened up the room. Except for the lingering scent of their
desire, no one could ever know what had they had done.
Amy, paid a bored-looking salesgirl for the dress and a pair of “interview shoes”, and they walked
together into the cool night, arm in arm.
“So, how do you think you’ll do tomorrow now, Amy?”
Amy turned and gave Holly a quick kiss.
“I’m going to kick ass and take down names!”
The mall parking lot echoed their laughter.
there.