To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)
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				Title: <strong>To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>10-12-2008, 22:10:13</strong>
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				The start of a night shift in the ER usually set the tone for the whole evening, as far as Melissa was concerned. She was still young by the standards of her doctor colleagues, but she had at least learned this much. She noticed Dr. Garber in the corner, giving a disapproving look at the fact she once again came in wearing a skirt and heels, light make-up on her face. Really, was it the fact that she was a doctor or a lesbian that meant she was supposed to come in already in her scrubs or with no attention to personal appearance?<br><br>At least there was one thing about her that her mother would be proud of.<br><br>Going back to her locker, she pulled out a fresh set of scrubs, traditional green. She didn’t go for the bright patterns that some of the nurses wore or trying to order a special color for herself as some of the other doctors did. They were scrubs and by the end of the night, maybe sooner, they’d be covered in things that wouldn’t make the color they started matter.<br><br>Melissa always wore her hair fairly short and felt the reddish-brown mane was due for another cut as she now felt obligated to pull the longer strands back once she was in her plain green scrubs.<br><br>With a clip of her nametag to the front pocket and a few pens to go with it, she walked out of the changing area and began her shift with a drunk complaining of chest pains. She did her best to ignore the police officers’ theories that the man who’d just did a pile-drive into a car holding a family of four was simply trying to avoid immediate repercussions for his impending DUI. She covered every base, ordering all the necessary tests on the man who did indeed seem to be faking his chest pain to see to a child who had been in the other car and now had a broken arm.<br><br>Though she had seen worse, this was not the best way to begin her evening.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 07:47:47</strong>
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				On the other side of town, Rebecca had her restaurant running smoothly for a couple hours when the annoying happened, as it generally did. Unfortunately, this time was a bit worse than usual.<br><br>Moving to intercept a soup, the junior cook had already taken it off and turned around, not paying attention. The soup, just under boiling and the pot more than simply hot, touched Rebecca through her evening dress and apron. And then proceeded to splash all upon her. <br><br>She screamed, pushed back the cook and ripped off her apron and dress, standing there in the middle of her kitchen with hot soup staining her evening gown and boiling upon her skin. Her olive skin was covered and turning red, a dark and angry line where the pot had touched her, and she was fuming. <br><br>"Why, first off, is that soup at the wrong temperature and so very hot? That is not the proper temperature! Secondly, it doesn't smell right! So, you got the recipe, my recipe, wrong, and then to top it off, you weren't paying attention in the kitchen and now here I am in my soaked and hot underwear. Thank you, very much, but you may leave," she berated the cook, standing as she said, in the middle of her kitchen, the boiling soup having left it's mark on her body but her irritation overpowering that. <br><br>"Francois, I'll need you to hold down the kitchen while I go to the hospital. Meredith, you'll be hostess, and Jim, you're going to be driving me. Someone get me more than a dish towel in the mean time," she ordered.<br><br>It was a short time later when Rebecca walked out the employee entrance in an overcoat, simply her underwear underneath, and had Jim take his car and she drove her own Corvette Stingray to the ER. Walking in, she said to Jim, "That'll be enough, thank you, Jim. Go back to the restaurant, tell them that I'm going to be fine and I'll be back in a little while, if not tonight then tomorrow." She proceeded to check herself in, sat and waited to be seen. The pain was starting to get to her, truly, it had a while ago, but she refused to show it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 08:17:00</strong>
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				Grabbing a piece of cold pizza, Melissa ate quickly as she finished a few charts. It was a busy night, no doubt. People were having to wait some time before they ever made it to the back.<br><br>“You’re brave eating stuff like that,” one of the nurses said. She and another female nurse had come into the break room where Melissa was working/eating. “That would go right to my thighs.”<br><br>“Ignore her,” the doctor said, “you should consider yourself lucky that it all seems to go to your chest. Trust me, the boys around here have been noticing.”<br><br>Trying to sidestep that backhanded compliment at the fact that her chest—hips a little too if she was being honest—was paying the price of eating what she could when she could, Melissa ate the rest of the crust. “Well, some of us just don’t have time to sit down for long.” She walked out of the room, still chewing the last of the pizza and making notes.<br><br>With a scan of her aquamarine eyes over the remaining people in the waiting room, her eyes stopping on a woman in an overcoat. Something struck her as odd about the woman’s state of dress. If she didn’t know better, Melissa would have assumed that she was not wearing anything, or not anything substantial beneath the coat. She was an attractive woman, her complexion and hair seemed to have a Mediterranean look, though the rest of her features, she could not place immediately.<br><br>Melissa, herself, was a bit of a European mutt, giving her peaches and cream skin and features that were a mix of a good deal of her English, Irish, French and German background.<br><br>She heard a name called and thought she saw the very object of her curiosity register it as her own. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 08:25:27</strong>
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				Rebecca heard her name called by a lovely nurse over the loud speaker, "Rebecca Kosta," and followed her into a waiting room, explaining the circumstances to the nurse as she laid on the bed.<br><br>"Honey, I'm gonna lie down here and you're gonna bring me a doctor or some medicine or something. It's gonna be lovely to lie down, cause that soup was far too hot and it's burned me and sitting has really just not been feeling comfortable," she said to the nurse, her low voice strained with her pain. "Thank you, doll, really." <br><br>She laid there on the bed, counting the ceiling tiles and cursing the chef, predictably okay from the accident that he caused. <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 08:46:22</strong>
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				The nurse approached Melissa and gave her Rebecca’s chart along with a quick explanation of what the restaurateur told her. With a knock to the door, she entered. “Hello, Miss Kosta, I am Dr. Prescot.”<br><br>She smiled and walked over to the woman on the bed. “The nurse explained what happened. I’m going to need to see the burn so I know just how bad it is and what medicine we can give you to help with the pain. Did you take anything or do anything to treat it before your came here?”<br><br>On occasion, Melissa would notice a patient was particularly attractive, but she hadn’t quite noticed any that exuded the kind of aura that the yet silent woman on the bed did just by resting there.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 08:53:00</strong>
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				"No, I didn't do much for it besides take off the clothes I was wearing and towel off. I berated the idiot that did it, but that just made my pride feel better, not my skin," she said with a sweet laugh. As she was speaking, she undid her overcoat and laid on the table, revealing to the doctor her reddened skin, and her white lace bra and panties, both somewhat stained by the red soup, and black evening flats. <br><br>"I wonder how often you get girls to come in and take their clothes off like this, Doctor?" and she laughed. <br><br>The good doctor had caught her eye rather quickly as well, she was just Rebecca's type. She would have to have this woman's personal number and a date agreed to before she left. She licked her lips in anticipation. <br><br>"If I'd cooked it, I'd offer you to try some, but since I didn't, I'm afraid the recipe is off as well, so I wouldn't recommend it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 09:06:29</strong>
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				Melissa felt her face getting a little pink, as she was trying to remain professional and not rise to that bait. “I’ll keep that in mind.” Trying some would require… no, best not to even let her mind go there.<br><br>So, she focused on the burns. “No blistering, thankfully. We have a spray that should help treat the burn initially and I can give you a topical cream to rub on it to ease your discomfort and help it heal more quickly.”<br><br>With a smile, she handed the other woman some Tylenol and water. “This is as strong as I can give you, but the spray has a numbing effect as well, so it should start to ease the pain a bit. You can take those, and I’ll get the Lidocaine spray.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 18:13:55</strong>
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				"I'm glad that it wasn't so severe, but it does hurt quite a lot. It also got on my hands, so I think that I might have some trouble putting on that cream, might you be able to help?" she asked, looking up sweetly at the doctor. <br><br>"Really, just Tylenol? Well at least I won't be passed out and helpless after I take it," she said with a wink and a laugh, throwing back the shot of water and the two Tylenol. <br><br>"Hurry on back, this is less than comfortable, honey," she called out as the doctor left to get the spray for her. She had already started to do a bit of mental calculus and the night at her restaurant was ruined, but perhaps the evening itself could be salvaged. She smiled a bit like the Cheshire Cat, and then winced at the burn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 18:41:38</strong>
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				Going into the supply room, Melissa took a deep breath, trying to ignore her flushed cheeks and easy reaction to the other woman’s flirting. She got the spray as well as some cream that Miss Kosta could take home with her, and left the supply area, heading back to the room where the amorous patient still lay.<br><br>Something about the way the woman’s green eyes followed her made Melissa feel like prey. She couldn’t remember a time when she felt like that that she wasn’t creeped out by the sensation. Strangely enough, this was a first. What she was feeling was quite far from creepy.<br><br>Melissa smiled at the woman again. “I’ll warn you, this is going to be a bit cold. As for the cream, I’ll help you get it on your hands—I personally prefer the cream for hands—but you’ll need to follow the instructions on the packaging and use as directed.”<br><br>She kept the aerosol can at a decent distance and sprayed lightly onto the red-tinged olive skin.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 18:51:03</strong>
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				Her whole body shivered deliciously as the spray hit her toned torso, and she gasped, "You said cold, but you didn't tell me it was ice!" <br><br>She looked up at her doctor and held out her hands playfully, "If you'll help me with the cream on my hands, I suppose I can most likely get the rest under control." <br><br>The coat had completely fallen away now and she was just sitting up on the bed in her underwear, her long black hair falling around her oval face and her green eyes staring straight at her doctor in a very unpatient like manner. <br><br>"You know, I think I'll need a check up, but I don't like hospitals, so you'll simply have to come to my restaurant. Come by tomorrow evening and tell the hostess that you're a guest of mine and that you would like to see me. My card is in my purse in pocket there," she told the doctor, looking at the coat pocket that was dangerously close to her thigh. 
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				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 18:57:45</strong>
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				"I'm sorry about the spray, but as for a 'check-up,' we aren't supposed to meet with patients in a dating sense," Melissa said, spouting off the traditional administrative rhetoric. It was actually quite common for the ER doctors to date a former patient, as it was not as though any patient they saw would necessarily be coming back to them for treatment. However, it was what she knew she had to say. There were a few of the higher-ups who didn't approve of a gay or lesbian doctor in a hospital that had just recently gone from Catholic-owned to corporate. She knew she was monitored just a bit more closely than the other doctors.<br><br>She squirted some of the cream onto her latex-gloved hands and began gently rubbing the medicated mixture onto Miss Kosta's palms. "How does that feel?" she asked, barely noticing how close she was to the other woman's face at the moment or that she still had one hand in hers.
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				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 19:04:23</strong>
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				"That feels better, much. The spray did have that nice numbing affect, and the coolness of the lotion is rather good," she said, "But I don't think you understand. There's simply no way that I can come back here, but I know that I'll want you to check up on me tomorrow evening after a day of working. You'll have to come by, Doctor, I'm quite bad at looking after myself."<br><br>Her voice, tender and low, took on a bit of steel. Not an edge, just a firmness that wasn't really meant to be denied. One hand fully covered, she kept the other in the doctor's hand and used the free on to apply the lotion, the long fingers trailing across her reddened skin, the white cream rubbing into her skin. She cooed at the cool feeling, goosebumps popping out and the thin bra not doing it's job well anymore as her nipples strained against the fabric, the cool air having finally won. Her hand moved all across her torso and her gaze didn't stray from her doctor's eyes.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>11-12-2008, 19:15:50</strong>
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				Melissa's cheeks reddened again. Her fairer skin had always shown whenever she was embarrassed or aroused. It was a bit of both and probably a bit more of the latter. With the slightest swallow, her eyes met those of the other woman. "You look like you're doing a very good job of it at the moment, taking care of yourself."<br><br>She inwardly cursed the double entendre of those words and again even more so as her eyes darted down to the woman's hand and peaked nipples. Turning her head away for just a second, she saw there was no one outside of the room, not within hearing distance at least. "The administration would kill me if they heard I accepted any kind of offer. Are you absolutely certain you cannot treat your own wounds or find someone else?"<br><br>The doctor could hear herself buckling under the woman's pressure and her own attraction. Her eyes again met the dark-haired woman's, and she was certain she'd been caught staring, probably even made her crumbling resistance obvious.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 00:33:41</strong>
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				Seeing her somewhat skittish behavior, Rebecca took just a bit of pity on the poor doctor and took out a business card and wrote a short message on the back, <em>I'll see you at my restaurant tomorrow night at 10. Don't be late, doll. You can pretend that you won't be there for your boss, however. - Rebecca</em> and then "dropped" the card on the floor. <br><br>"Doctor, I think you dropped something," she said to her as she took her hand away and continued to apply the lotion, her other hand brushing rather close to the tops of her panties, the very tips of her fingers playing just underneath the waistband of her french cut panties. She was quite glad that the soup had gone mostly to her midsection and she'd gotten the clothes off quickly enough. She didn't relish the idea of a burn on her breasts or elsewhere.
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				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 03:14:15</strong>
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				Melissa looked relieved to have another option, bending to pick up the card and smiling at the note on the back. Thankfully, she did not work tomorrow night, else she could not have made it at 10. When she stood back up, her eyes strayed to the woman's hands dipping below her panties. She pocketed the card and gave the woman a grateful look and a nod. She would be there if for no other reason than the fact that this woman, her confidence, had her curious.<br><br>"Continue taking the Tylenol every four to six hours, the same with the cream. Once the initial sting has passed, aloe vera can help as well, about like it can for a sun burn. It's very soothing, too." The doctor smiled. If you aren't comfortable walking around in just that and your coat, I can see about getting you a gown of some sort."
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				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 06:24:06</strong>
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				Rebecca smiled at the doctor and said, "Alright then, I'll be sure to take your advice to heart. I think I'll be fine without the gown though, I'll be leaving now." She smiled devilishly at her doctor, "Take care yourself, Doctor."<br><br>She wiped her hands on the hospital linens and stood up, a delicate foot in each shoe before donning her overcoat. She started to walk out, and in passing whispered to the doctor, "I'll see you tomorrow," when she flipped her hair just as she passed, the strands caressing the doctor's shoulder. <br><br>She walked out and got in her car and started her drive home, a smile on her face at the lovely interaction with her doctor. It was a short drive to her home, which was near to her restaurant. She liked the neighborhood, so she stayed there. It had a very rustic Italian feel to it that she enjoyed, but it mixed with a delicious South American feel as well. She really enjoyed it there, and couldn't wait to get the doctor here to sweep her off her feet. She saw that she had a bit of admiration for her, and Rebecca was vain enough to enjoy it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 07:07:25</strong>
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				Melissa watched the woman leave, still hardly believing the encounter she had just had with Miss Kos... no, with Rebecca. There were a fair number of reasons that Melissa was grateful she was not a man, but the biggest at the moment was that her arousal, while frustrating, was not blatantly obvious.<br><br>She made it through the rest of the night with a smile, knowing that tomorrow was going to prove to be interesting. She couldn't remember the last time someone had so openly flirted with her, or in so risque a manner. Occasionally, thinking about the woman, playfully dipping her fingers beneath the band of her panties would make Melissa blush and smile all over again.<br><br>By the time she would go home and try to go to sleep, all the woman could think of was still hours away at a restaurant she had passed but never gone inside before. Indulging herself as she rarely did or had time to do, Melissa found herself spending an otherwise sleepless night in the bath, imagining the olive-skinned woman with her toned body looking at her as though she genuinely wanted the doctor. Making quick work of it as she had new fuel for her fantasies, Melissa's hand dipped beneath the water and in just a few rubs managed to bring herself to quiet completion. She was not one to cry out, particularly for her own hand, but a small whimper did escape her lips as the final tremors left her body.<br><br>Feeling more relaxed after a mildly satisfying orgasm, she climbed from the bath, watching the water go down the drain and went to her bedroom, climbing between the sheets naked and falling to sleep finally in the early hours of the morning.
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				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 19:57:55</strong>
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				Rebecca made it home fine and laid on her bed, throwing back a few more Tylenol and applying some more of the lotion. It really did hurt. <br><br>She thought back on the night, and while it certainly wasn't what she expected at all, it was a good night overall. She was still mad at the soup incident, but she hoped that things would turn out well with the good doctor. She laughed about her flirtatious behavior this evening; she was outrageous, and it was fun. She did always try to turn a negative into a positive.<br><br>She took off her underwear and threw it into the hamper, annoyed that it was stained as she rather liked that set. The blankets, soft as they were, just didn't feel very good against her slightly oily skin, from the lotion, and the tenderness there, so she went to sleep atop the covers naked, excited about the prospects of tomorrow.<br><br>It was several, several hours later when she finally woke up. She had a habit of oversleeping and while it infuriated her at times, she loved sleeping so much that she didn't really bother changing the habit. She was still able to do everything she wanted, but she might have enjoyed a few more hours. <br><br>Moving, now that was not a comfortable thing to be doing for the recent burn victim. Her skin was tight and it just did not feel good whatsoever, a constant feeling of needles being jabbed into her front. Grasping about, she found the lotion and Tylenol and nearly mixed them up and got lotion in her mouth, but she realized just in time and spread the lotion on her poor skin, an abused shade of red. The cool, relieving lotion did wonders to let her move around. <br><br>She got up and closed all the blinds, keeping herself in a comfortable dim light and without any privacy concern, she was able to walk about and cook her breakfast naked as she was not looking forward to clothes just yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>12-12-2008, 20:44:28</strong>
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				When evening finally came, Melissa put on a black dress. It had a low cut V shape to its top, more than featuring her ample cleavage. The skirt stopped just above her knees and playfully swished with each move. She let her hair naturally curl about her face and below her shoulders and made sure to put on a modest amount of make-up, enough to emphasize the curve of her mouth and her blue-green eyes.<br><br>She looked at the reflection in the mirror, not entirely satisfied with her appearance, but as she couldn't do anything with what she was working with, she had to accept that this was as good as it would get. She put a simple silver chain around her neck, letting the single stone of jet that hung on it, pull it down to mimic the collar of her dress. She put in silver hoops in her ears, which stood out against the dark auburn of her hair.<br><br>Going to her closet, she put on a pair of stockings, going for the old-fashioned style with garters and the line that followed the back of her leg. She liked the way they felt and honestly thought they looked quite sexy, not that she expected Rebecca to be seeing them tonight. She grabbed a pair of solid black stilleto heels and slid her feet into those.<br><br>She headed for the door, grabbing her red purse from the hook next to it, and went out to her car.
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				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 07:02:11</strong>
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				She wore a white dress with wide shoulder straps that cut into a wide and short v-neck in the front and a wide and deep v in the back, to just above her ass. The back hemline was around mid-calf, but the front tapered up and had an upwards v-cut with a bit of frill that came together just after her knees. She wore white pumps and a light pink g-string. <br><br>A bit of pale red brought out her natural red lip color and her long black hair was down and wavy, framing her face and resting on her shoulders and collarbones.<br><br>She drove her Stingray in to work and began and directed the day as normal, despite her excitement. She put on a chef's button up shirt and a long apron and began to cook, to apply her artistry for her patrons. She couldn't wait until ten o'clock came around.
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				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>13-12-2008, 16:37:43</strong>
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				Driving her little Volkswagon Eos, Melissa knew she was going to be early and hoped she wouldn't be so early that it seemed desperate. She could feel her heart beating faster, her excitement at meeting the woman outside of the hospital. She had hardly eaten anything all day and her stomach was still doing flips.<br><br>When the restaurant finally came into view, she pulled her car in one of the open spots and opened the door. Someone there owned a Stingray, not to mention that he or she took very good care of the vehicle. Melissa's own car had been something she'd wanted for practicality and the fact that she's always liked Volkswagon cars, from the old Beatle she'd driven through most of college. The Stingray, though, that was not necessarily practical, but it was a car that was sexy as hell.<br><br>Running a hand through her hair, she walked up the front steps and into the restaurant. The place looked very ritzy, as though someone had a fine attention to detail. Somehow, Melissa expected that person was Rebecca. The other woman gave her that impression.<br><br>"Can I help you, ma'am?" the host said. Melissa realized that with the way she was acting, she probably didn't behave much like she belonged there.<br><br>"I'm a friend of Rebecca's. I was told to meet her here at ten o'clock."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 05:11:34</strong>
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				"Oh, okay. Well, it's not quite 10 yet, but we'll seat you and I'll let her know that you've arrived. If you'll follow me, ma'am," the hostess said with a smile, walking away from the stand without a menu or any such thing and leading Melissa through the charming restaurant. <br><br>The restaurant had a high, dark wood ceiling that turned into a white stucco walling with the dark wood paneling lining the columns in the restaurant. The restaurant was intimate, quite, and a bit dim. Candlelight was the main source of light, on the tables and above were dim incandescent lights. A stage was set up where a quartet played, a gentleman on a baby grand and three ladies who had an impressive mastery of instruments, starting with stringed instruments and moving to some brass as pieces required. <br><br>The waitresses and waiters were all dressed sharply, as was the hostess, and they glided around, delivering food and being the best invisible people possible. They delivered and took away, pampered, yet didn't hover. The hostess continued her measured step, her form-clinging dress swinging with her steps. She delivered Melissa to a corner, raised booth. They could see around the whole restaurant with impunity here. <br><br>"I'll have James with you in a moment, and I'll let Rebecca know that you're here," she said, smiling and offering Melissa a seat. She turned, her hair moved with her, and she was gone like a dream after waking. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 05:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa knew technically, she should be able to afford places like this, but she was simple in her tastes. She had to admit that she liked the lighting, the feeling of the place. It was incredibly classy and was obvious that Rebecca ran things in a way that even the minutest detail was not missed. She crossed her legs beneath the table and glanced around. The wait staff was as impressive as the way they were obviously managed. She couldn't imagine workers anywhere being so smooth and nearly unseen as these were.<br><br>Tucking her hair behind one ear, she waited anxiously. There was something appealing and frightening in the level of control that Rebecca had on these people. The idea that she could be with someone like that, for even one night, for even dinner, made her fidget in her seat. Thinking of her, Melissa began scanning the restaurant for the black-haired woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 06:01:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				James came out and planted two crystal wine glasses on the table and popped open a red wine, pouring Melissa a glass without asking and then placing it on the table. It was an old vintage, rich, rustic, sweet and cool. He smiled at Melissa and left without a word, oddly enough.<br><br>It was then that Rebecca walked up the sets from the kitchen to the table. She'd nearly walked out with the chef's jacket and apron on, but had been stopped just in time by an aide. She took them off and took in a few deep breaths before gliding out. Her white dress stood out and shone in the dim light. <br><br>She walked over, each step confident and sure, heels barely clicking as she seemed to float closer. She took one of Melissa's hands when she reached the table and kissed it, "Thank you for meeting me, Doctor, and for your excellent treatment last night. How are you this evening?"<br><br>Her eyes were clear and bright, but as she slid into the booth, her eyelids dropped a little and her eyes became seductive, hooded, and sexy. She looked at Melissa with a ravenous expression in her eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 06:15:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa smiled and found herself feeling like a bit of prey before the predator. "I'm doing well, and you can call me Melissa or Mel." She jiggled her left foot slightly as she sat there across from the other woman. "Thank you for understanding me at the hospital. They are just extra watchful of me than the other doctors, or at least, it feels that way."<br><br>She looked around again, trying to take her eyes off the intense gaze of the other woman while her fingers played with the stem of the wine glass. "So... you own this place? And cook here?"<br><br>Beneath the table, her stilleto dangled from her toes and the ball of her foot. As she generally did when anxious, she was sliding it off her heel and playing with it as her leg bounced lightly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 06:28:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, Mel. Please, call me Rebecca. Yes, I own this restaurant and I'm head chef. How did you guess?"<br><br>She smiled at Mel and poured herself a glass of wine, raising it in a slight toast, "To interesting nights at work." With that, she took a sip, letting the wine flood across her palette. <br><br>"I take it you don't own the ER that we met in, tell me about yourself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>14-12-2008, 06:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am 29, just shy of that terrifying birthday," she said. "I went to med school at the University of West Virginia, though I never did pick up their party habits." She grinned. "I was very good about keeping to my studies. I work at the ER most nights three to eleven, but you caught me on a day off tonight. As far as me owning, no, I don't own it. Catholic nuns used to, but considering my preferences, I'm glad they don't. It's enough of a hassle now as it is. But, the penguins still check through once in a while... I'm rambling. I'm sorry."<br><br>Looking down at the drink she raised it to her lips and took a sip of the wine, letting the flavor fill her mouth and slowly the gentle warming of the alcohol move down her throat.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 02:19:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed, a deep and chest moving laugh. Her breasts moved deliciously in her dress, clearing displaying their lack of confinement.<br><br>"I haven't heard them referred to as penguins before, but that's funny. I'm quite glad that I was so right about you, choosing your day off and your preference well, I hope," she said, looking straight at her dining partner as she slipped her own shoe off. <br><br>"So you never turned into one of those wild and crazy party girls while you were there? I suppose there's always time to bring out the wildthing within us all," she said, winking. Her foot moved and her toes gently pressed against Mel's ankle.<br><br>"Well, Mel, as you saw on your charts, I'm 26, female, and I own and supervise this restaurant. The Corvette Stingray outside is a source of pride for me, I've loved that particular model since I knew what it was. I studied at several different restaurants, but never attended a college. The kitchen is where I am Mistress and no one can dispute me, so I enjoy it, besides being one of the best chefs there happen to be," she smiled at Mel.<br><br>"What made you get into medicine, Mel?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 02:25:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I wanted to help people," Melissa said, stopping the jiggling of her foot at feeling the other woman's on her ankle. "I thought about being a nurse, which my parents wanted, but I knew that I could make it as a doctor, even if I had to do it without their help."<br><br>She smiled a little shyly. "As for preference, well, that's why I'm here." She leaned forward a little, as though trying to get just a bit closer to the enticing woman opposite her at the table. "I think you're beautiful." Melissa felt a bit exposed at admitting that, a little embarrassed as well, but she knew her personality, and knew that if she didn't say something the moment the thought came into her mind, it would likely never be said.<br><br>She was grateful for the dim lighting at that moment, as she was certain she was once again blushing like a virgin at the confession.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 03:21:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, sweetie, I think you're exceptionally beautiful as well. I don't flirt with just any girl, you know," she said, winking. "But what's that about your parents wanting you to be a nurse rather than a doctor? That's crazy, how did you get through school with or without them?"<br><br>Her toe began to circle Mel's ankle and she smiled, "My, that's the sexiest little blush I've seen in a while." She licked her lips and took a sip of her wine, smiling her shining eyes at her dinner date.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 03:59:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa toyed with the stem of the glass again. "My parents just thought it was a waste of time." She felt her cheeks remaining red. "I still am paying off student loans, but I'm a doctor now. It's why I drive a Volkswagon and not something a bit cooler."<br><br>The feeling of the woman's toe on her ankle gave Melissa goosebumps. "It seems like you have a lot of control over everything here at the restaurant." Her blue-green eyes seemed to grow just a bit darker as she smiled at the younger woman. "So... what do you have planned for dinner?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 05:28:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't understand why they would think that's a waste of time, but I'm glad that you were my doctor last night. And the student loans make sense, I've several friends and customers that deal with those. Not such a problem, I promise. And I had to take out my share of loans to open this place, but it all works out in the end. Excellence is worth more than just money, but money it is certainly worth," she said with strength, "But the Volkswagon, that's screaming that you're a soccer mom. Then again, that's a bit sexy." Rebecca winked at Mel again, her toes moving up and running across her hose covered calf.<br><br>"As for dinner, I wanted to get you drunk and excited, so I brought out a good bottle of red wine and on the way are some half-shell oysters, then we'll have a spinach, gonzaga, and pine nut salad. Then we'll have scallops in a lemon and white wine sauce, it's a thin kind of white sauce, atop a linguini bed. After that, we have a choice of deserts," she said, smiling at Mel. <br><br>"I'm a bit of a control freak, especially about this place, so I know quite a lot more than the average boss. I also made our dinner, it's just sitting right now, waiting for someone I've picked to serve it to us. I don't leave things to chance, it makes me nervous," she laughed then, and set her hand on the table, resting atop Mel's. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 05:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A soccer mom?" Melissa asked with a smile. "Oh well, I guess it's better than Birkenstocks and polo shirts that I swear everyone expects me to wear." She turned her hand so that it faced palm-to-palm with the one Rebecca had placed there. "So you were planning to get me drunk and excited? You make it sound like you had more than dinner in mind."<br><br>She looked at the woman again. With other dates, she usually sat exactly as she was now, but with Rebecca and the constant footplay beneath the table, she found herself frustrated at the piece of furniture between them.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 05:57:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca laughed, and curled her fingers into Mel's hand. <br><br>"I did say that we have a variety of deserts available," she replied with a husky tone in her voice.<br><br>"You might look good in a polo shirt and Berkinstocks, but I'd have to see. And that would have to be all that you're wearing of course."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>15-12-2008, 06:11:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know that I own either one," she said, feeling her cheeks still pink. "I never did understand what is supposed to be so appealing about dressing to make yourself look like a man. If you dress in men's clothes and make it your own, sure, but not if you're just trying to look like a man. It defeats the purpose of being lesbian in the first place."<br><br>She smiled at Rebecca. "You know, you are very forward in saying what you want, aren't you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 08:24:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled back, "Life is too short to play around with word and mind games. I'd rather be straightforward and not waste time like that; I know what I want rather quickly, and I think most people do as well, though they may not agree until they have the pressure of direct questioning put on them.<br><br>As for women dressing as men, unless it's sexily done, with respect to still being a woman, I don't get it. I love women, not men, and if I wanted a man with a pussy then I'd find one. But some people don't get why I am the way I am, so I return the favor I expect and just accept others."<br><br>Dinner arrived then, the first course of the oysters, and Rebecca winked before sliding one from the shell and eating it with a bit of hotsauce.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>16-12-2008, 17:31:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa ate one after her, letting it slide down her throat as she swallowed. She was not the greatest fan of oysters, but she didn't mind them on occasion. She always ate them without adding any additional sauce as Rebecca had done.<br><br>"I don't mind straightforward people," she said as she let the first oyster settle in her stomach. "I'm more the type to beat around the bush, so to speak, but being open like you are, that's very commendable."<br><br>She toyed with a strand of hair that fell into her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 05:13:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca smiled back, "Well, not everyone can be so straightforward. It's fine, it gets frustrating at times because sometimes, oftentimes, people wish I had a bit more tact and subtlety. Especially if they've messed something up and I'm calling them out on it."<br><br>There weren't but a few oysters left when the main course came out, the two plates balanced expertly on the waiter's tray. He set them down and left without a word.<br><br>"So, Mel, why did you agree to come see me? Just interested in dinner, or did I pique your curiosity?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>18-12-2008, 05:21:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa had her fork in her hand as she looked up at the younger woman. "You definitely caught my curiosity, if you want to call it that," she said. Her fingers slid around on the handle of the fork. "I thought you were very attractive and so different. I liked that."<br><br>Melissa spun the pasta on the fork and took a small bite. Her foot slid from its shoe and let her toes play with Rebecca's foot beneath the table.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 21:35:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What struck you as so different about me? And thank you, you captured my...imagination quite quickly yourself," she respond with a wink.<br><br>Her foot moved atop Mel's, her painted nails running along the top of her stockingclad food and up to her calf before making their way back down to flirt with her toes.<br><br>She took a few bites of her food as her foot moved, small, delicate, but her eyes nearly never left her dinner partner. She smiled at her and glanced away, a slight blush coming to her cheeks. She was comfortable being forward, but it always gave her such a wonderful rush when her target was accepting of who she was. This woman was fantastic, and she hoped that the evening would continue into the morning.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>21-12-2008, 23:41:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Your personality. There's no shame, no apologies for who you are and I love that," Melissa said, playing with the other woman's foot beneath the table. "That in and of itself caught my attention. There are too many people who try to pretend they aren't who they are and apologize if their personality isn't 100% what society might want."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 00:52:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed.<br><br>"It's taken a long, long time and a hard path to get to this point in my life. I'm in a spot where I control my life, and forgive me, but even you, Ms. PhD and highly touted doctor, don't have that much control over everything. I've been kicked out of so many restaurants, left my home, and built up my life by my own will. My attitude and personality have gotten me into more trouble than I can count, but if I also got you for an evening, then I think I'll call it even."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 01:21:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm not big in being in control," Melissa said. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled at Rebecca. "I respect when someone can do that."<br><br>She took a bite of her food and played with Rebecca's feet under the table. "And as far as the evening, well, I'm here, aren't I?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 01:39:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"To be honest, I'm bad about control. If I don't have it, I get antsy and mad," she said.<br><br>Her foot slid up the inside of Mel's leg and her toes grabbed the strap of her garter belt under her dress.<br><br>"But Mel, the question is where are you going to be waking up tomorrow morning, and which decision you might regret more?"<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 01:49:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her cheeks getting pink again, Melissa let her legs move apart, just a bit. "I don't think I'd regret if it wasn't my own bed."<br><br>She looked up at Rebecca as she felt herself getting more turned on at having this woman's foot so far up her thigh, to have her professing her desire for control. She was suddenly grateful for the bra beneath her dress. It would give her some coverage as her body began to show signs of her desires.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 02:07:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She withdrew her foot and smiled at Mel.<br><br>"I've had enough to eat, have you? Let's have dessert at my place, it's a close."<br><br>She put her foot back into her shoe and placed her napkin on the table. <br><br>"Ready?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 02:15:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slid her shoe on and nodded. "How much should I pay for dinner?" she asked, used to splitting on dinner with her previous dates.<br><br>She slid out of the booth and stood, smiling at Rebecca.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 02:23:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't pay at my restaurant and if you try to argue with me, I will bend you over this table and spank you right here, Doctor," Rebecca said at her date as she walked out of the booth and towards a rear exit. <br><br>"We're taking my car, doll," Rebecca called over her shoulder, looking back for a moment as she walked out to her Stingray and opened her door and got in, starting the engine and revving it a few times for Mel's benefit.<br><br>"Like it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 02:31:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa grew flushed at the mention of being bent over and spanked. The flush hadn't faded as she got to the car and nodded when asked if she liked it. "It's very nice. A very sexy car." She climbed in and sat beside her, putting her belt on. She slim, shapely legs were obvious as her dress rode up a bit and showed the tip of her stockings.<br><br>"You said your place is close, what kind of home do you live in?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 02:45:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thanks. I've redone a lot of it myself. I'll show you more of it later," she said and winked. "I have a ranch style house nearby with a large basement."<br><br>"You know, doll, your dress is uneven. You should pull it up a bit more and fix that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 02:53:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa started to pull the dress down, embarrased and realized what the other woman had said, not down but to pull it up. Feeling bold at the other woman's words, she pulled up the other side of her dress to give full view of the carters and stockings. "Like that?" she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 02:56:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's much better, Mel. I'm a sucker for symmetry," she said as she looked over and shifted the manual transmission. She took them out past her house just for fun, rolling the windows down and letting their hair blow in the wind as she sped along.<br><br>"Alright, I've let the horses run enough," she smiled over at Mel. "Really, time for my place."<br><br>This time, she drove pretty much straight there, but did speed most of the time. She pulled into her driveway to reveal her nicely manicured lawn and pretty bushes and flowers near her front door. The garage door opened and she drove her car in and got out. <br><br>"Welcome to my home, Mel, I do hope that you'll enjoy your stay."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>22-12-2008, 03:03:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa enjoyed the ride and the speed as they moved down the street, though she kenw she wouldn ever drive so quickly.<br><br>Seeing the house, Melissa had to admit she was impressed. "This is really nice," she told the other woman. "A lovely home. I'm sure I'll enjoy my stay here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>23-12-2008, 00:06:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Let me show you around," Rebecca said, striding forward and kicking her shoes off as she walked. "That's my kitchen, that's my living room, this is the hallway, the door I'm passing is the downstairs, there's a half bathroom and a guest room down the hall and another bath. Right here is my room. Through the way there is the master bath with a jacuzzi and all that."<br><br>She let her dress slip from her shoulders, showing off her back, no bra but a nice black thong.<br><br>"This is me, without clothes. Like my home?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>23-12-2008, 01:17:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa felt as though she was in a whirlwind. She went through the house in a rush, and when Rebecca dropped her dress, Melissa could do nothing but nod mutely at her question.<br><br>She knew her mouth was open slightly as she stared. Rebecca's body was as perfect as Melissa had already seen at the hospital. Her long beautiful legs led up to just a tiny thong that framed her pert, toned behind. Her back was lean and had the most perfectly beautiful lines. It made Melissa feel somehow inadequate about her own shorter, curvy body.<br><br>Realizing finally that Rebecca couldn't hear her bob her head, she finally spoke. "It's incredible."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 01:26:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca glided over to her bed and laid down, her body stretched out across the top cover, her smile again like the Cheshire Cat. <br><br>"Come join me, Mel," she called softly, one hand proping her head up, the other hand running along her thigh and up her stomach, her dark nipples already crinkled in the slightly cool air of the bedroom.<br><br>The far window was large and the moon was bright, the silver light shining through and pooling atop Rebecca's olive skin. She patted the spot in front of her and gazed at Mel.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 01:38:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa crawled onto the bed, only kicking off her shoes before getting on. She was far too nervous about being naked around the other woman, especially after seeing how perfect her body was.<br><br>"You're beautiful," she told Rebecca with a tentative smile.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 01:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Thank you, doll, but you're not allowed in until you get at least that dress off. I have a strict no-dress policy when it comes to my bed," she said and smiled, her hand going out and cupping the other woman's cheek. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 02:15:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I don't look like you," Melissa said as she reached for the zipper of her dress. It wasn't that she was heavy, but Rebecca was toned, and it made her feel inadequate in comparison.<br><br>She unzipped her dress slowly, cheeks pink as she slid the black dress from her shoulders, over her breasts, and down her body. Eventually, she shimmied out of it before tossing it onto the floor. She wore a black pair of lacy panties, the garters and stockings and a black lacy bra.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 21:37:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I wanted to play with myself, I would stare in a mirror and do naughty things to me. That, however, doesn't interest me as much as you interest me. Don't be bashful, you're beautiful," she whispered to Mel, her hand pulling on Mel's hand to bring her closer. She threw a toned leg over Mel's waist and pushed her to the bed and pressed her soft lips against Mel's.<br><br>"And you look so delicious, I think I've found my dessert," she whispered huskily into Mel's ear before moving her tongue down, licking a small spot on Mel's neck and then biting it with a bit of force but not enough to hurt badly. Her hands were on Mel's sides, her manicured nails brushing against the sides of her breasts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>24-12-2008, 22:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa shivered beneath Rebecca, her hands moving down to her bra and unfastening the front clasp. She had no shame about her breasts, though she did have some about the rest of her. Her hands then seemed to fumble as to where to touch, what to do with the younger woman.<br><br>Feeling the bite at her neck, she let out a small cry, yet could feel her panties getting damp at the pleasure-pain.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 06:36:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca took advantage of the compliance of the good doctor, moving her hands all over and exploring the wondrous curves of her body. Rebecca sighed and purred and cooed, loving each part of Mel. She proved it too, kissing her from her hairline and down her face, light feather kisses. Her lips locked on Mel's and she pushed her tongue into the other woman's mouth, caressing her with her lips. She broke the kiss even as she pushed harder against Mel's lips, dropping her head to Mel's neck once again.<br><br>Her hands had not been idle this time, opening up the front clasping bra that she wore and massaging Mel's breasts, her thumb and forefinger gently rolling the nipple between them as the rest of her hand caressed and pressed her breasts. Her mouth worked its way down and Rebecca bit a collarbone gently, kissing it better and kissing her way down Mel's chest and up the swell of her breast. Her tongue snaked out and teasingly circled Mel's aerolae and then moved in, swishing across the nipple. She sucked the nipple into her mouth and gently bit it, leaving her nipple as she tugged on it a bit. She kissed her way down to Mel's navel and her tongue dipped inside.<br><br>Her hands moved down with her, the nails slowly, barely, scratching against Mel's skin as she dropped her hands to her waist, her fingers getting into Mel's panties and pulling them down. <br><br>"Someone planned ahead, putting the panties on after the garters. I like that."<br><br>Her mouth breathed along Mel's stomach just above the garter belt and her tongue came out, the tip touching her stomach at the line of her garter belt. She kissed her through the belt and moved her face down, teasingly avoiding the main regions of the other woman and going to her thighs, biting and kissing and licking her inner thighs as she continued to work her way down. Her hands separated, one working the outside of the leg she was kissing and the other running down the inside length of the leg that she was neglecting. Her nails were probably going to rip through the other's pantyhose, but c'est la vie. Her kisses continued, wetting the pantyhose slightly. At the end of her journey, she kissed each toe and then crawled back atop Mel.<br><br>"After serious research, doctoral research even, I have concluded that your body is wonderful and I wouldn't change anything about it except to have it beneath and on-top of me more often," she said and smiled at Mel, kissing her cheek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>27-12-2008, 17:30:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa moaned and shivered with each touch the younger woman gave her. The kisses were incredible, delicious, and then then moved down, down to play with her breasts and nipples. Rebecca practically worshiped her breasts and with each move, each tweak of her nipples, she keened at the touch. When Rebecca got her tongue involved, her sounds turned to small whipmers.<br><br>"I like the look of it," she said quietly when complimentedo n how she wore her clothing.<br><br>The featherlight and then scratching touches made the doctor squirm.<br><br>With the solid weight of Rebecca on her after she finished. "I would like that," Melissa said. Her hand tentatively touched Rebecca's hair. "I like this."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 02:21:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm glad you're a fan. Now, if you want more, you have to prove to me that you really want it. Show me how much you like me, honey," she whispered huskily into Mel's ear, licking the outside of her lobe before she rolled over and put Mel on top, waiting to be pampered and worshiped. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>28-12-2008, 05:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa's movements were nowhere near as certain as&nbsp; Rebecca's had been, but they were enthusiastic all the same. She kissed first one cheek, then the other. She finally kissed the woman on the lips and let her own tongue tease at Rebecca's lips. It was not demanding and did not force into her mouth before it moved down her neck.<br><br>The doctor then began lightly nibbling at Rebecca's throat and kneading at the woman's breasts. As her hands went further down, so did her head and her mouth began to suckle at one nipple, her fingers lightly playing with the woman's sides and upper thighs. When she moved to the other breast, sucking again on the nipple as she pulled at Rebecca's panties.<br><br>Melissa only hoped she did right, did what Rebecca liked. She was used to being told what to do specifically, not just asked to show her appreciation. This was different. Good, but different.<br><br>She removed the other woman's underwear completely before kissing at her stomach, licking around her naval and circling it before dipping inside. Her mouth moved down to Rebecca's legs and she traced around her new lover's sex. Her tongue tentatively worked at the joint of the woman's thighs and her groin.<br><br>Then, as she was accustomed to in every relationship she'd had until now, she began to move toward Rebecca's sex and lick at her slit. She was ery familiar with giving oral, though not receiving, never having been with someone willing to reciprocate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 05:05:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca smiled - Mel had done well, she enjoyed her touch. And when she went in to give her oral, she loves the feel and the caress of her tongue on her hot and wet slit. She wrapped her legs around Mel's head, her strong thighs pressing against the woman's face. Her hand went down and wrapped itself in the roots of her hair, pulling slightly. She guided her face with her thighs and her hand, moaning. <br><br>One hand reached up and started to fondle her breast, the rest of her still guiding the woman between her thighs. Her feet slid down and rubbed at Mel's ass, curving her toes to reach at the very bottom of Mel's pussy and slid gingerly into her crack. <br><br>"Oh Mel, you lick so very well, God, eat me, woman!" she moaned out.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 05:14:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Eagerly wanting to obey the command, she buried her face in Rebecca's cunt, first sucking at her clit, swirling her tongue around it and the inner lips before shifting her tongue back to began plunging the older woman's hole. This was not something she needed trained in, as her other female lovers had insisted she do it and do it often. Her tongue, her lips, even her nose on occasion all took their turns at teasing Rebecca as she proceeded to eat her out.<br><br>As she sucked at Rebecca's clit again, she let out a quiet hum, just enough to add vibrations to what she was already doing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 21:09:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned long and low, realizing that Mel jumped to her task as soon as she gave her an order that was a bit more specific.<br><br>"Good God, you lick cunt so good!" she moaned out again, both her hands moving to Mel's head to hold her down, her back arching and gasping from the pleasure. <br><br>"Lick your Mistress, ahhh," she moaned and then used her hands to pull the woman up by her hair. She turned them over, her thighs still around Mel's head but now on top. She moved her body and laid her head between her lover's thighs and dipped her head, making teasing but confident licks of her pussy, her tongue running over the deliciously plump mons of the woman, the tip of her tongue spreading her lips and dipping inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>29-12-2008, 22:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With a moan, Melissa continues lapping at Rebecca's cunt. She understood now why everyone liked being sucked off like this. The doctor took a second to focus, her own pussy getting sopping wet at the idea of Rebecca being her "Mistress."<br><br>She did not take the position that Rebeccca had, wrapping her legs or pressing her thighs against the younger woman's head. Her legs instead spread wide open, letting herself wide-open for Rebecca to do with as she would. Her hands curled up to rub over Rebecca's thighs. "Mmm... " she hummed as she enjoyed the sensations.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 04:58:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa was submissive and that excited Rebecca. She had suspected, but she wasn't certain. She still didn't know how submissive, but that wasn't the main thing. Rebecca could probably convince her to really push her boundaries. But the big thing is that she was definitely into Rebecca and into submitting to Rebecca, and that got Rebecca hot. <br><br>Mel's wide thighs and open cunt lips were an invitation not to be missed and Rebecca put more of her wait on her own pussy, pushing down on Mel's eager face. Her tongue reached out and teased and licked and sucked and circled the other woman's clit, her fingernails raking her inner thighs from the knee up.<br><br>Melissa was going to cum and call her Mistress before the end of the night. She grinned and lapped at the woman's cunt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>30-12-2008, 05:19:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa groaned as she continued lapping at Rebecca's pussy and sucking at her clit. She caressed the younger woman's thighs as she felt Rebecca's fingers scraping at her own. She knew she wouldn't possibly last for long if Rebecca continued on like that. Never having been given oral before, it was so new to her, that just a few more flicks of the woman's tongue would probably push her over the edge.<br><br>Her own efforts to please the chef intensified as she plunged her tongue deep into the woman's slickened entrance. It eagerly wiggled inside of her as her own pussy was already gushing though she had yet to reach climax.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 07:48:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca felt herself at the tipping point and leaned her face down and sucked hard on Melissa's clit, her nose buried in the other woman's lips and moving a bit inside her. <br><br>Then she felt herself cum, powerfully, her legs clamped around Mel's head and her cunt flooded her face, her back arched and her hard, taut nipples and soft breasts pushed firmly into Mel's hips. Her hands took hold of Melissa's thighs and gripped hard, her nails scratching a bit, and his soaking wet pussy pressed down hard. Her mouth, nearly open in a scream, was held together and just let out a long full moan that vibrated her lips and tongue against Mel's clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>31-12-2008, 16:34:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa came after the younger woman as she tried to lap up all of Rebecca's release. The feeling of the woman's nose buried between her lips and her mouth sucking so hard at her clit, she couldn't hold back as she came harder than she'd ever done before. The vibrations only served to push the doctor onward as she whimpered throughout her own orgasm all the while still trying to swallow the juices that Rebecca was releasing all over her face.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 08:11:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca rolled off Melissa,<br><br>"God, you've got me so sensitive now, enough. Come up here and let me kiss you, you wonderful cuntlicker," she said breathily to her as she laid spread out on her bed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>01-01-2009, 10:02:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa smiled and eagerly obeyed, her body sliding up Rebecca's until their lips met together. She could taste herself on the younger woman's tongue, but it was the idea that this woman obviously wanted to give orders that made Mel almost ready to go again.<br><br>"That was amazing," she admitted as she broke the kiss off shortly. "I'd never had someone do that to me before. That was just... I think I understand why people like it so much."<br><br>With a smile, she kissed her again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 05:46:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No one has ever eaten you out before? Honey, you've been with some selfish bitches. You stay with me, I like to have <em>my</em> bitch cumming by the bucket," she said back, kissing Mel's face and neck, her hands fondling her breasts. <br><br>"But you, damn, did med school make you that good or are you just naturally gifted?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 05:54:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa blushed. "I had some rather... vocal partners as to how they liked things done," the doctor said. "Med school just helped me know my way around a person's body."<br><br>She mewled at the other woman playing with her breasts. "You say your... well, you know, like you want to own someone."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 06:04:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I kind of do. I'm pretty control orientated, I chafe without control - it's why I have my own business, my own place, and run my kitchen. I've found that it extends to all parts of my life, I don't just prefer it, I need it and it makes me happy. On occasion, I get wet from it all too," she said, still playing with the other's breasts. She straddled the other woman's waist at the end of her speech, "Why does it worry you...or turn you on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 06:10:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With more labored breathing, she looked up at Rebecca, answering both questions with one single answer. "Yes." When she felt Rebecca doing something that felt even better than before, she shifted to press her chest upward.<br><br>It took a second or two for her brain to return to her, and she hastily added, "I take orders. I'm used to it, but some of the people I've dated took advantage of that. They didn't expect me not to like it, and I definitely don't when it messes with my work, and I don't want to be treated like a living sex toy." She figured better to lay that out to Rebecca now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 06:21:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Okay, you give me a safeword that you won't be saying any time out of the blue but you can remember and you call it out when I go too far for you. I don't think I will. <br><br>I don't like mindless toys. I want my girl to play back, I want her to be excited and frisky. I like to tie her up and I want her to act like I own her and like I'm in control, but I don't want to have to always have her tied up or her always asking me what to do. <br><br>Mostly, this is just bedroom stuff for me. Life is too complicated to try to bring all this kinky shit into it. But if we're all alone and I want you to strip and lick my cunt, you're going to, right?" she replied, her slick pussy wetting Melissa's stomach, her mouth wrapped around a nipple of Melissa's as she looked up, waiting for the answer.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>02-01-2009, 06:43:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa nodded. "Mmhmm," she said as her back arched of its own volition. "What about toffee as a safe word? It's not exactly a sex candy." She could feel goosebumps pricking up all over her body as she watched the woman suckle her breast and felt her juices spilling on her stomach. "What do you want me to do?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 02:31:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I just want you to be mine, at the moment, and I'll have you stay here with me tonight. Sound good?" she replied, climbing off her. <br><br>She pulled the other woman to her and just rested there, relaxing in the afterglow of so much fun.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 02:33:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa nodded and rested against Rebecca, not wanting to admit that having someone hold her just like this, while not as foreign as oral sex, was not common for her. The doctor settled easily and wrapped an arm around Rebecca. "It sounds wonderful."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 02:35:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I hope so. To be honest, it's been a while since I've had a relationship that I wanted to really care about. So many throw away encounters, I think that you and me...I think we're going to be different," she said, stroking Melissa's hair.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>03-01-2009, 02:52:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa let out a soft sigh. "That sounds really nice. My relationships have all been disasters, but I think this could be different." She hoped it would be different.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 06:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think it will be different too," she said, "Do you have to work early tomorrow?"<br><br>Her hand ran through Melissa's hair and she kissed her forehead, pulling her close and just holding her, thinking about what to do next...sleeping...sex...both at random times throughout the night...breakfast in the morning? Should she make rules or something? Get out the toys? She was excited and a bit nervous.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>04-01-2009, 20:03:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa rested her forehead against Rebecca's shoulder and held onto the younger woman. "No. I don't have to work until the third shift. It starts at eleven tomorrow night," she said. "I'm usually working night or late shift." The doctor pulled back to look up at the younger woman. "Did you have plans for tonight? I mean, I like this, just holding one another..." A lot more than she would admit vocally. "but if you wanted to do more, I'm up for it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 01:56:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, this is fine, if I want something else, I'll tell you then. Just stay here with me for a bit," she said, holding her before falling lightly asleep. It was just one of those tiring days - emotionally, physically. Her days always started earlier than she would like and ended later than she wanted, and she was tired from all that the day had given her.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>05-01-2009, 02:06:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa snuggled close beneath Rebecca's chin. Her smaller body fit easily against the younger woman's, and it just felt so nice to be held, to have someone who wanted to just hold her for the night. She drifted to sleep, not realizing as she worked one leg between the older woman's, twining their bodies together fully as they slept.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 05:02:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The next morning Rebecca woke up earlier than Mel and crawled away from her, unentwining herself and going through a quick morning routine - brush her hair, stay naked, brush her teeth. She put on an apron in the kitchen and cooked breakfast, some bacon and an omlette, cutting up some fruit and pouring them both glasses of juice. She brought it in to her new lover and placed the tray on the bedside table.<br><br>"Mel," she said softly, kissing her cheeks softly, her legs on either side of the older woman's waist. "Mel, wake up. I made us breakfast."<br><br>She kissed her lover against, pulling the other woman's hair to ensure that she was awake.<br><br>"But before we can eat, you've got to make me come again, doll," she whispered in the other's ear. "Get under Mistress's apron and start licking my cunt."<br><br>She was ravenous for more than just food, remembering the events of the previous night.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 05:18:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa was startled by the tug on her hair and looked up at her with sleepy eyes for a moment, trying to process what Rebecca was saying. She took a deep breath. Breakfast smelled very good, but she didn't mind the idea of making Rebecca come again. She wiped the sleep from her eyes before nudging up the apron and beginning to lap at the raven-haired woman's cunt. She swiped her tongue over the woman's bare pussy lips then into the slit and to the little jewel that rested inside.<br><br>Mel licked and sucked at the woman's clit, her fingers moving back to pump in and out of Rebecca's entrance, but introducing first one then two so not to hurt or startle her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 05:25:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, god, Mel, you're so good to your Mistress," she moaned out, "Give me more fingers, doll."<br><br>Her knees were pressing into the bed, her thighs around Mel's head and her apron moving and her hips bucked. She moved her apron to between her breasts and started pinching her nipples. Mel's technique, her own enthusiasm and mental excitement, and the play with her breasts set her off and she cried out and moaned and just relaxed and went backwards, her body just lying on top of Mel's.<br><br>"You'll have to roll me off to get your breakfast, I don't feel like moving," she said laughing in the afterglow.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 05:31:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa removed her fingers and licked them clean. She squirmed out from beneath Rebecca and slid so that her more petite frame fit against hers. "Did you eat yet?" she asked. She didn't touch the breakfast just yet for the sake of seeing if there was anything else that the chef needed. "Of did you want me to do something else?" Her hand moved slowly up and down Rebecca's side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 05:37:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, honey, I didn't eat yet. I thought we might feed each other, but you've already feasted so well, I think you'll just have to feed me now," she teased, picking up one of the forks and taking a bite of cantelope.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 05:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa got a fork and took a bite of the omelet. "This is really good," she said with a near moan as the flavors hit her mouth. "You are definitely in the right profession." She got another bite on her fork and held it out to Rebecca. "You did say something about feeding one another."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 06:00:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh, wonderful, you were listening," she said, her tongue snaking out and licking the bottom of the fork, her lips wrapping around the based and drawing it back she swallowed the omelet. <br><br>"You're right, that is pretty decent," she said, and she moved up and cuddled with her new doctor lady-friend, her hand slipping between her thighs, "You feed us, I'll play." She said mischievously.<br><br>Her nails dragged across the other woman's skin and settled onto her mons where she started to pet her lover and realized that there was more pelt there than she thought, "Doll, you and I are going to make an emergency visit to the bathroom soon. I do not appreciate all this hair in the way of my hand and my tongue and anything else I want around here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>13-01-2009, 06:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa blushed. "It isn't all that much is it?" she asked. "I get a bikini wax," she said. Her legs spread open to allow the woman to play with her. She took another bite of fruit for herself and fed a piece of bacon to the younger woman.<br><br>"But... if you don't want the hair, it can be shaved." She didn't mind, really.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 06:03:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yep, I mind. Let's get rid of all that right now, come with me to my bathroom," she said, putting the tray on the table top and dragging Mel by the hand into the bathroom, pulling out some shaving cream and a new disposable razor blade. <br><br>She squirted some of the foam into her hand and then started to massage it into Mel's pussy hair, sitting her on the edge of the commode, legs spread wide and lewd. She smiled at her, her fingers just rubbing the shaving gel into the hair and no further. <br><br>She took the razor in her hand and took off the guard.<br><br>"Do you trust me?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>14-01-2009, 06:14:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It felt strange to find herself being spread out like this. She was open up for her new lover, her body prone and ready for what Rebecca wanted to do to her. She'd never thought much of shaving like that before, but it was a small thing if it made Rebecca happy.<br><br>Melissa nodded. "I trust you," she said. "Are you going to do it to match yours?" She held her legs as far apart as she could, nearly a split, resting the top of her back against the toilet lid to completely open herself to her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 00:51:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No, I want my new lover and slave to be smooth. I think it might remind you of your new position - my property," she said to her, the razor blade quickly removing the hair. She turned on the hot tap and washed the razor off with each stroke, carefully removing the hair and shaving cream, making sure that her lover was smooth as a baby. <br><br>When there was no more hair, she took her hand and rubbed it across the entire area, feeling for any bumps or rough spots and not finding any. <br><br>"You'll need to keep up this level of cleanliness for me, Mel. I want you to be perfectly smooth and sexy," she said, the razor handle rubbing between Mel's freshly shaven lips as she moved her head forward and kissed her on the lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>16-01-2009, 02:58:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Slave?" Melissa asked, eyes wide. She responded to the kiss all the same, her hips wiggling as she felt the handle between the lips of her pussy.<br><br>The doctor couldn't remember the last time she had been this smooth down there. It was probably pre-puberty. Her whole body shivered at the idea she had already handed this level of control over to Rebecca. And yet, the word slave struck her again.<br><br>"What do you mean slave?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 01:58:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I mean that you, my dear Mel, will belong solely to me - all the time, you'll be mine. I won't bother you during work, that's a critical time, but you are still mine. I'm just letting you work. Your body belongs to me, your mind is mine, and I can use you however I like. Do you like the sound of that?" she said back, the razor handle going deeper in and moving to a side to rub more firmly against her. A finger toyed with her clit and she bit the woman's neck, making sure to leave a hickey.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>26-01-2009, 02:32:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa licked her lips and swallowed, trying to come up with a coherent answer despite the pleasure she was feeling pooling down around her sex and at the pain/pleasure at her neck. "Wha-at would you do to me if I was?" she asked. "I want to know what I'm getting into. I-I've left others for hurting me and who interfered with my work hours." She moved her hand up to caress Rebecca's hair. "Should we have ground rules?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 03:10:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ground rules. That makes sense," Rachel said, her fingers replacing the razor handle and starting to feel Melissa from the inside, pumping inside her. <br><br>"I won't order anything while you're at work. Lives are more important than sex. But on the way home and on the way to, I think that's fair game. I won't permanently hurt you, but you might get a few spanks, bites, pinches, and so on. I love the way a slave's nipples look pierced, so you might have that. I will not use you as a toilet, because that is gross. I won't take control over your life - your car, house, finances, whatever. This is a purely sexual slavery. We may play dress up and go away for a vacation, but only if we both can. Does that sound good?"<br><br>All the while, she'd been pumping the woman's pussy, pleasuring her with her fingers, her thumb rubbing across her clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 07:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa nodded before throwing her head back and moaning. "Yes," she said. "Yes that sounds like it could be amazing." She moved against those fingers and began shifting her hips to keep time with their movements. "What do I call you? Mistress?"<br><br>She continued canting her hips, her head slowly lowering as her eyes sought Rebecca's. The doctor wanted to please this woman as she was pleasing her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 01:34:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, in my home and in yours, I am Mistress. Outside, I am Rebecca. Over the phone, I am ma'am," she said, taking her wet fingers out of the older woman's drenched pussy, moving her thighs to straddle the new slave's head, lowering her pussy. <br><br>"Lick me good, slave," she said with a grin, putting her wet fingers to her mouth and enjoying Melissa's taste.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 07:22:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa whimpered as she hadn't gotten climax yet, and yet she did managed to dart her tongue out and begin licking eagerly at Rebecca's sopping cunt. She had faith that this woman wouldn't leave her without some satisfaction. Her nose pushed upward around Rebecca's clit.<br><br>The doctor's hands moved up to grab at Rebecca's thighs to hold her close so that she could do this properly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 02:13:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca held onto Melissa's hair, guiding her new slave with her hands, her fingers wrapping Mel's silken strands into her fingers and pulling by the roots strongly. She used her palms to counteract her pull, pushing her face into her wet cunt. She was so excited by this whole prospect. The lovely older doctor was to be her slave, in a worthwhile and seemingly not needy and ridiculous relationship. She was as elated as she was wet.<br><br>Rebecca moved a hand away from the woman's luxurious hair and reached under her bathroom sink, grabbing a dark purple travel case and unzipping it, revealed a long vibrator dildo. She pulled Melissa's head away from her cunt and pressed the purple jelly to her wet pussy lips, rolling it in her juice. Then she slowly pressed it against Melissa's face and lips, letting her suck on the tip.<br><br>"Turn around," she ordered her new slave, "and get on your back with your legs spread wide, like a good slut." She smiled at her, before straddling her, her pussy just barely above the woman's face and the dildo running up and down Melissa's cunt lips.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>18-02-2009, 03:38:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa licked at the vibrator. Her face was covered in Rebecca's juices and yet she felt the loss of the woman's cunt at her face. She was willing to eat her out, happy to do so. Lost in the moment, she didn't think about the fact that her new lover, her mistress was calling her a slut. She wanted to be a slut for her. She wanted to please her.<br><br>She rolled onto her back and spread her legs as wide as she could get them. She pulled the other woman's pussy down to her, beginning to suckle on her clit. She let out a quiet moan at the feeling of the woman's sex on her face. Melissa stroked her hands down Rebecca's legs and lapped at her dripping cunt.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 04:05:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rebecca dropped her hips to Mel's face, grinding her dripping cunt into her new slave's face and reveling in the new control and the sheer feeling - she was so talented. Then she lifted it just barely, resting mainly on her knees and shins, making her work to pleasure her properly.<br><br>Rebecca took the vibrator and slowly ran it between Melissa's lips, already split with her excitement; she turned it to the lowest setting and the gentle buzzing was heard over their moans, running and rubbing between her lips as her lips bent down, gently biting the older woman's inner thighs, nearly up to her lips, and all around her clit; she loosed her tongue and licked alongside the vibrator, her tongue circled Melissa's clit and then she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. She pushed the vibrator just inside Melissa, one hand holding down one leg, the other arm's elbow holding back the other.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>04-04-2009, 06:30:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa found it hard to keep her head up to follow Rebecca's cunt as it raises just slightly out of reach. She was used to giving pleasure, had done with all of her previous relationships, but the things that the younger woman was doing to her...<br><br>She had never experienced that.<br><br>Her body was open, despite being held down by Rebecca's arms. Her hips tried to shift, but she couldn't. So instead, she raised her head up in hopes that by licking at the other woman's clit, by trying to shove her tongue deeper into her mistress. She used her elbows as leverage as she continued to suck, lick, lap and swirl her tongue in an effort to bring the other woman pleasure. However, she was finding it harder and harder to hold her own off as the vibrator did incredible things to her entire body.<br><br>She let out a low moan as her lips were at her mistress's clit, tongue flicking the small nub.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 01:34:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She sucked hard on the woman's engorged clit, pushing in the vibrator at the same time, and the hand on her right leg using her short nails to scrape her gently from near her knee, up her inner thigh, and then gentle circles and hard grabs on the girl's entire leg. Mel's clit between her lips, her tongue working it over, her hand pumped the vibrator harder into her, starting to build up speed. She varied it though, going quick for a while and then slowing down, making sure each vibration was felt along all of her. Rebecca lowered her own pussy, wanting more than the little teases she was giving herself. She was so hot and excited, she pushed down a bit too rough at first and then corrected her pussy as Mel's tongue got into action.<br><br>She pushed the vibrator deep into Mel, holding onto it with just two fingers; her mouth moved and she had the woman's pert clit between her teeth and she gentle nibbled it, rubbing her teeth against it, pulling on it just barely. She ground her pussy down as she did it, rubbing her wetness all across Mel's face; Rebecca was starting to feel light headed and euphoric and knew that her own cum was on its way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:25:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa's legs twitched as Rebecca's nails began scratching at her thighs. The pain and pleasure of it made her moan even as she tried to keep her tongue and mouth at her new mistress's pussy. Her lips lightly encircled Rebecca's swollen clit as her hands clung to the woman's thighs. She fought to get air as Rebecca roughly pressed her body down onto her, as the woman's juices covered her face. Never had she felt so thoroughly dominated and yet so comfortable with it.<br><br>So turned on by it.<br><br>Her cunt was already dripping around the vibrator that made her entire body want to quake. However, as the younger woman began nibbling at her clit, Melissa knew she was gone. Her lips still surrounded Rebecca's, still mouthing at the clit, as she came with a muffled cry around the woman's clit.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 02:43:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Feeling her new slave cum, gasping and moaning directly into her mistress's cunt, she didn't bother holding back any long and she came, her back arching fiercely, her pussy pressed hard against her slave's face.<br><br>She called out, loudly, "Slaaaaaaaaaaaaaave!" as she came, her hands scratching at the inner thighs of her new woman as she reached her peak. Her pussy was super senstive and she rolled off her slave, and turned around to be face to face with her.<br><br>"You were fantastic," she said before she kissed her hard on the lips. "God, I bet we need a shower and new sheets," smiling languidly. She stretched out and spread her arms, enjoying the post-orgasm feeling spreading throughout her body.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:03:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her body felt lethargic as she was now in Rebecca's arms, as the woman kissed her. She didn't care how messy she was right now as she moved close to the younger woman. She could feel tears welling up, though she didn't mean for them to, as she muttered a teary "Thank you."<br><br>It had felt fantastic. She had felt safe and wanted, turned on and attractive. "That was... wonderful. I don't think I've ever... ever felt something like that before." Her chest heaved and her pussy still felt unbelievably sensitive.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well, you really made me regret something," Rebecca said with a frown, looking down at her, "It's a shame I hadn't made you mine sooner."<br><br>She grinned at Mel then, leaning over and kissing her right below her eyes, kissing up the tears that had just barely spilled from her eyes. Her chest was still moving a bit heavily, her breasts still heaving and her nipples still hard and excited, her pussy still hot and incredibly sensitive. She pulled Mel into her arms.<br><br>"We'll go take a bath in a bit, I'm too tired from using you, pet, to move right now," and she sighed happily.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 04:50:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa smiled and let out a quiet sigh. "I'm still learning the rules to this," she said. "Was it okay that I came first? I tried hard not to because I wasn't sure."<br><br>Her fingers tickled lightly up the other woman's arm. "And... it felt strange to hear you calling me slave when you finally did."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gideonblake</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 01:57:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was fine that you came first. I didn't tell you anything about that. If I want you to cum, I'll have you do it, often and loudly. If I don't, I'll let you know and you'll have to try hard to stop yourself. It can be a fun game. I almost was going to call out your name, but I caught myself - I want you to immerse yourself in this role when we're having our play time. I want the mere word slave to make your panties wet with your body remembering what I do to it, with what it means to be my slave. I hope you don't mind, Mel, but I want you to have the most powerful and positive reaction to belonging to me," she said, kissing the other woman's neck as she spoke. "And part of that is getting you to have a mental connection between being my slave and pleasure. Ready for that bath? You can clean me, and I'll get you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Meet a Lover (nomdeplume13 and gideonblake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>nomdeplume13</strong> on <strong>23-04-2009, 16:00:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa hummed her agreement and approval. "I would like that. This is just very new to me," she said. "Like I've said before, the closest I've come to something like this was a very bad relationship with a boyfriend in college, where he treated me like I was dirt." She tilted her head as Rebecca kissed it. "I will try to remember that you aren't like that, and that this is a good thing. It will just take time."<br><br>She lightly touched her new mistress's arm. "I would like that, the bath."
			</dd>
		</dl>
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