The music pounded in my veins, lights spun around the room like faeries in a dream, and the mixed drink in my hand seemed to lead trails of fire to my stomach. In the last week I had managed to fly across the country, meet total strangers and was now standing in the middle of Oil Can Harry's as if I had lived there my entire life. I smiled at passersby, looked two seconds too long into the eyes of an amazingly muscle bound woman, and went to the ladies' room without the need of an escort.

My hips moved slightly to the music and I didn't even know I had closed my eyes when my friend's soft voice whispered close to my ear, "Everyone will be here soon, Moon. Are you okay?"

Every already taut muscle in my tummy contracted and I answered with something that resembled, "Sure?fine?not a problem". She put an arm around my waist and squeezed slightly to assure me even further. I could feel my hair shaking, moving with the force of my trembles.

Here I was, probably 147,000 miles from TN, getting ready to meet the face that belonged to the words behind the voice. That voice?geezus Murphy in heaven. It was so soft, so soothing, and as happy as any voice I had ever heard and she was mere moments from walking up to me at Oil Can Harry's in Cali-frikken-fornia! Ohmygodohmygodmohmygod. I spotted the nearest exit, looked for yet one more, mentally mapping a fast get away if need be.

Suddenly I breathed deep and stood tall. My inner voice spoke clearly enough to calm me. 'Cynthia you are an empowered woman. You have a great personality, you ain't ugly, and your intelligence is comparable to many. Calm down. You are just being shy again, and looking for a way to hide. This is just a woman, just a ?"

There they were, across the hundreds of heads attached to hundreds of gyrating bodies. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. I could see them approaching our gang. My heart stopped and I mentally kicked it back into gear. Come on, Cyn, you can do this. It's just three women, from three families, that wanted to meet new friends. I could see her already, without my glasses, without straining my eyes, or without craning my head. I could smell her pheromones across the room feel her heart pounding in time to the music and kept my eyes on those exits.

There they were, in front of me, all teeth and eyes as everyone said hello. I watched as mouths moved, yelling above the din of music, and introductions were made. My friend's smile and nod of her head indicated I needed to smile, shake a hand, and be southernly polite. I extended my hand but the wind left me as suddenly I was crushed to the woman's body.

I didn't catch her name, but I knew from having seen her picture many times, her name was Eileen. "It's such a pleasure?..m-meeting?.you." I grunted as I managed to dislodge myself from her grip. Before I had recovered, another hug sent my mind reeling as I opened my mouth slightly to search for air. "This must be Danielle!" I laughed and stepped back while those two followed my friend to the bar to order.

She stepped beside of me and I literally had to put my hands to my thighs to stop my legs from trembling. While another friend introduced us, I smiled, strained to hear the words coming from her mouth, and could hear the gentle whisper of my inner voice. "It's just a woman. Just a woman." When Dana stopped talking, I watched as a perfectly manicured hand reached for mine. I still cannot, to this day, believe the words that flopped out of my mouth as we shook hands. "What did she say your name is?" And a smile trembled on my face. Oh sweet saints in heaven! What was I thinking?! Why did I say that when I knew, had known from the time I saw the top of her head at the entrance, who this was. This was Annette.

The look of cocky disappointment in her eyes was obvious when she repeated her name to my ear. Oh god, I could smell her, feel her, and practically taste her as the skin on my palms writhed and moaned in her gentle grip.

Immediately we walked to the bar, ordered drinks and walked back to stand next to everyone else. I stood slightly behind her, watching the crowd, laughing and smiling when it was appropriate, and fought like the devil's war to not bury my face in her neck and just breathe. My hand reached out, and I snatched it back just as I realized I was going to touch her arm.

"My god, Cynthia. Act like somebody tried to raise you right! What is wrong with you!?" My better sense said stand tall, one foot in front of the other, and a lady always keeps her pinky at attention when sipping a drink. But my ovaries, my breasts, my nipples, and my inner thighs said touch her dammit!!

Suddenly, as if she knew I was warring with myself, she turned to me and lowered her face slightly. Her bluest eyes smiled and sparkled when she said let's dance. Normally I would have refused, saying no one demands?.but what the hell. It was Oil Can Harry's, in Cali-frikken-fornia and I was eager to play.

All night I watched her, feigning disinterest and a certain chill as she made her rounds in our small group. I managed to dance with everyone three times, throw two shots of 'Hot Damn' into my throat, and wink lasciviously to the handsome, young butch across the way. I watched her dance with Danielle and smiled. Why was I so scared? She was just a woman. I am just a woman. My goodness, I could be passing up what might be a dear friend. I knew, and she knew, I wasn't looking for a relationship, so I was safe as far as that went. We had talked for hours and there was NO WAY I was going to go back on the promises I had made myself.

The small group of laughing, slightly inebriated women started to dance in a circle. Another friend, Amanda, and I began dancing one on one with everyone in the group. For two minutes, my eyes locked with theirs and I allowed my body to feel, to really feel, the raging hormones boiling inside. With a sly grin, my arms went behind my head and I looked Danielle in the eyes and writhed against her for a brief moment. A loud WOOOOHOOOO!! rang out across the floor and Amanda and I spun around inside the circle, dancing together for two seconds before singling out our next victim. We managed to dance with everyone and I looked up to see my last victim. It was Annette. A knowing smile, a silent challenge, danced in her eyes and in her lips as I watched, no as I FELT her hips move in time to mine. A gasp of breath caught in my throat as I felt her arm encircle my waist and pull me into her body. The two minutes I had planned to dance with her suddenly seemed interminable, stretching out in front of me and I knew, right at that moment, if I did NOT pull away, I would drop to the floor, taking her with me, writhing and screaming her name.

The rest of the night was a blur, dancing, laughing, two more shots, and finally breakfast at Denny's. When we got back to the house of my hostess, everyone pulled out sleeping bags, pillows, blankets, inflatable mattresses, and pajamas. Giggles and guffaws filled the large living room as I tiptoed into my room to change. I was shaking all over, so hard in fact I laughed at myself and had to breathe deep to relax. Later in the morning, just as everyone was starting to doze off, I realized Annette had nowhere to sleep. My heart took wings. My feet sailed on clouds and I sheepishly avoided all eyes when I offered for her to sleep in my room. No one else spoke, not one word was uttered, as she accepted and thanked me, I welcomed her and walked away.

When she came into the room, I was turning down the blankets. "You don't mind if we sleep fully clothed, do you?" I asked nonchalantly and prayed to God that she couldn't hear the desire dripping from my tongue.

I could hear the grin in her voice as she replied it would be just fine and slid between the cool sheets. My mind was whirling and my ovaries humming as I turned out the lights, buttoned one more button on my sleep shirt, and managed to ease myself into bed. Soft moonlights filled the room, bouncing from her eyes as I turned in her direction. I smiled shyly, and began the night's first discussion. I didn't know if she wanted to talk, I didn't ask. I just knew, beyond doubt, if I didn't I would humiliate myself beyond all reason. My ovaries were at the wheel, steering toward disaster and I wasn't having any part of that!

I don't know when I drifted off, or what time my eyes eased open. I don't remember her arm coming around my body to cup my breast. I can't recall just when she nuzzled her leg between mine behind me, but I know it was 7:13 in the morning when my hips moved against her, and her hand tenderly squeezed my aching breast. No sensual words were spoken, no sentiments exchanged, as I watched in fascination when her lips found mine. Never had such sweet fires blazed through my body. Never had the softness of a person's mouth ever awakened my mind as it did that night. She moved easily over me, finding just the right spot, as I turned into her arms. After the first long kiss I could feel my body responding, begging for the long pent release I knew she could give. It's just the primal knowledge that is spoken without words when you know someone can erase the fires, satiate the hunger, and quench the thirst burning in your loins. I looked into her eyes and felt her free hand roam my side, my hips, and my upper thigh. The clothes I had managed to remain in throughout the night, now seemed confining and harsh. As if she had read my thoughts, her hands started literally ripping the sleep pants from my body. We giggled when I had to stop to untie the waist and suddenly I was free, feeling very nude and alive.

"You're beautiful." She whispered and kissed me deeply as her hands roamed my stomach and thighs. A groan that was stuck in my mouth vibrated into hers as I pulled her deeper into me. I could feel her strong hips pushing against me and I responded. Her smile mixed into the kiss as tenderly her fingers dipped between the spongy hairs at the apex of my thighs.

"An-nnette." I whispered and raised my head slightly, "We can't do this, everyone's in the other room." She chuckled under her breath and pushed me back onto my pillow with a kiss. "But wait!" I laughed. "What will they think?" Her eyes glinted with mischief when she replied.

"They'll think someone's fucking you that knows how." All other thoughts dissipated when the liquid warmth between my legs responded to her words. Oh my god, how sexy could one woman fucking be? How very sexual? Was it illegal to possess so much passion, so much fury in one's fingers?

After long, agonizing moments of her teasing, then pulling back, touching, then letting go, she finally found the reason for the fires inside. I arched back, welcoming her ardor as my legs parted, my arms tightened, and my mouth opened in a silent scream. How was it possible she could give me wings so quickly? Despite my disbelief, in moments I felt the first itch, the first stinging release as I cried into her open mouth and felt my body release into her hand.

She growled with pleasure against my neck as she bent low, nibbling painfully sweet at the tender skin. Her hands flew in small, intense motions. My body twisted and arched, following her lead as yet another shattering orgasm ripped from inside. Finally, she started to pull back as my whimpering lips begged for her to stop. My smoke filled mind soared and dipped, floating on the wind of my thoughts. Steamy tears burned my eyes. Her sweet finger reached up, wiping it and tasting it in her mouth as she held me close. I could feel the gentle rocking motion of her body while my spirit continued to float away on the fiery wind.

I finally opened my eyes and looked at her. She wasn't smiling, wasn't looking impish as she had before. Instead I saw a woman, misty eyed and sober, looking back at me. I asked what she was thinking and she smiled. Without warning, she rose up, pulled away, and descended on my lower body before I even had time to wonder what was up! A much louder gasp than I was willing to emit escaped from my throat and I clamped my pillow over my mouth in an effort to squelch what I knew would surely follow. I had been told I was a 'screamer' in the past, which wasn't conducive to keeping this intimate moment private. I could hear the pleasure she was feeling as her own sounds filtered into the room. Instinctively I grabbed a hand full of her blonde hair, pushing and pulling, anything to stop myself from exploding right there in my dear friend's guest bed!

Not twenty feet away, on the other side of the bedroom wall, 5 sweet friends lay in deep, drunken slumber, unsuspecting of our earth shattering, primal lovemaking. My breathing came in short, hurried gasps and I ached to release into her mouth, but she expertly delayed me. I just knew she was grinning as she paused, retreating at just the moment my body should explode. My hands let go of the pillow and I focused on placing her face where it needed to be. It started to feel like a challenge, a war of who would win in the end. And my strength doubled as I pulled her closer. It was then I realized she wasn't fighting me anymore and I relaxed, allowing the sweet, delicious waves of my orgasm to sweep over me.

My legs seemed to belong to someone else as they opened wider if possible and my hips rose to meet her. Suddenly I heard a woman cry out, knew that I had done what I had been so afraid of, and saw out of the corner of my eye a woman watching from the hall, hidden in the early morning shadows. I knew I should reach out, stop Annette, and react with indignant shock. But I no longer cared, I no longer felt myself hidden behind the walls of propriety and manners as this beautiful woman pulled from my body what had been so long denied. Gone were the walls, the prison bars of being the proper woman my mother had raised. I felt freer than I had ever known and as the last waves, the most intense waves of my raging orgasm assailed me. I felt her fingers reach deep inside of my saturated body and take what she deemed her own. My eyes shot open as once again liquid fire drenched us both, spraying like rain into the air around her face. My hands reached back in an instinctive, symbolic grasp on life and found the slats of the headboard. I heard a crack, felt the wood give in my hands as a million brilliant lights of magnificent color crashed into my soul. Instantly she was at my side, gathering all the scattered pieces of my mind into her ample, strong arms. I couldn't breathe, couldn't cry, couldn't' manage one single sane thought as she rocked me, wiped the sweat and tears from my eyes, and whispered sweet thoughts into my ear.

I couldn't hear her voice, nor understand the words she so sweetly poured like warm honey into my mind. But I knew, I suddenly knew what makes it rain.



?..SO not the end??