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10-01-2005, 10:35 PM
The Twins

I met Karen and Leanne at one of my photo exhibit during my first year of college. I was showing some candid shots of people in odd circumstances. Their beauty took me aback, and like everyone else, I thought they were identical twins. The only people that knew different were the administration clerks or people trained in identification.

I made no effort at all to acknowledge their beauty though they were breath taking. Certainly not playboy models, or women one might see on vogue but quite beautiful in a down to earth way. I was certain that they were tired of being told; how beautiful, or how cute, or how much they look-a-like, and didn’t care to here any of that from me. I later learned much to my astonishment that there were two years, two states, and two sets of parents between them.

With their clothes on they looked exactly alike to the untrained eye, even when clad only in shorts, they maintained their mirror-image appearance. It wasn’t until you could look inside their panties that the differences became evident. I know what you are thinking one had a penis well you are wrong.

To describe one is to describe the other, Karen was the older and the alpha mate; they both had outgrown pigtails yet they both wore their shoulder length blond hair in pigtails. Their eyebrows faint, thin and un-plucked still accented their deep blue eyes. Their thick red lips matched their plump cheeks natural reddish hue.

Even in the dead-of-winter they wore short sleeve cut-off t-shirts showing off their creamy skinned bellies with their wide and deep belly buttons, not a hair or stubble to be seen. Their skirts were always just above the knees, but a few times I caught one or the other bending over exposing their smooth shaved legs. Their clothes were always the same. I used to muse to myself that they would argue with each other about weather or not they would wear a bra over their pert thirty-two c. breasts and often wondered who wanted to do what and why. Did one of them want to cover up their thumb-tip sized nipples, which grew larger when they bristled?

They were both very athletic, yet they still had what I affectionately call ‘baby fat’ giving a soft roundish flavor to their appearance. They spent a lot of time in the gym and their bodies made that quite clear as their muscles had good form to them. They could out run in both speed and distance most of the jocks, and they were instrumental for the volleyball team’s record breaking four year winning streak at the state championships, and one victory at the nationals. The team went three years in a row without a single lose, breaking the old record by one and a half seasons.

I often fantasized slipping my opened hand between their thighs, well… because they were so open and shapely, they were enticing with almost enough room. They sported my favorite kind of bottom I call it ‘the wide smiler.’ They had a twenty-eight waist over a muscular thirty-six buttocks that sagged upward, if you will indulge me, with a wide valley between their cheeks. God I tried to steal a few pictures of them walking together with their sweet bottoms swaying, but they always-seemed ready for me. Like I had a neon sign brightly flashing look out your butt’s on candid lens. Stealing pictures of people being remarkable weather in looks or action is my favorite hobby, more accurately an addiction that has caused more than a little trouble.

However it was academia they excelled in; Leanne’s major was ‘English lit.’ and Karen’s was ‘Computer Sci.’ they both have had several essays on topics concerning their majors appear in many literature and computer publications. They are also paid tutors, not by the school, but by the students whom they help.

I always thought it was a little odd that I rarely ever saw them together at school or at school functions other than the volleyball games, the discussion group they attended, study hall, and going or coming from gym class. I shared a networking class with Karen and a journalism class with Leanne. I did mind my Ps and Qs in class. I never once saw them being physically familiar.

My photo exposé on couples pushed us towards friendship, the kind of friends you can tell anything to and just know it would go nowhere else. I can tell this story now only because they told me to.

My part of the story began the last year of college right after my exposé. After a series of near misses and bumping intos, I thought it best at least to offer up the social civilities. Which soon gave way to brief conversations about me my majors, or how my classes were going, or just the plane how are you doing today? They did not ask me that question, the way so many people do when they mean ‘Hi’ they stopped and waited for an answer. One week I saw them meandering through the gallery looking at the photos of couples on display over and over they milled and as closing time neared all the photos had been looked at numerous times and all the visitors were gone we met.

Karen walked up and asked, “Did you shoot all of the photos on display?”

I said, “Yes. The whole show is devoted to my work on couples being couples. I will be on display here for ten more days.” I struggled to maintain some semblance of composure, though I am sure a drool escaped my lip as I talked.
“I see you’ve pretty much covered all the possible combinations of couples, and you’ve not shown any favoritism.” Karen pleasantly observed.

“Favoritism is not journalism, and all couples have many things in common. That is especially true of the ones trying to maintain a long-term relationship. It doesn’t matter if they are same sex, or same race; co-ed or co-racial.” I explained assuredly.

“Long term relationships?” she sounded pensive and added, “Relationships seem to be dropping like flies today! What do you or would you attribute that to?”

“In a nutshell; communication or the failure to do so, the inability to accept the differences and embrace them or the lack of motivation to do so.” I answered with conviction and asked, “Do you have a favorite? I’ve seen you here with your friend slowly milling around the show the last couple of days.”

“Yes the one over there by the window, the one of the two women. The one standing looks sad. Who are they and what are they doing?” Karen asked empathy ringing in her voice.

“Oh I don’t know who they are, and for me to tell you what they are doing would steal the value of the image from you,” I assured asking, “What does it mean to you?”

“I think the older woman is sad because, she wants to tell the younger one that she loves her and can’t.” She related with a small tear gracing her left eye.

“I never saw that till now. You could be right, or she could be sad looking because she has told the one of her love. See how her hand is touching the hair, ear, and face at the same time. In addition, look her other hand is on her shoulder. It looks like one has just spoken and the other heard. Here I’ve gone and broken a rule please forgive me.”

“Oh yes I see it. Maybe we are both right, I mean it is funny how things, pictures, can change with the mood. Well any way your work is exquisite. Aren’t you afraid that they will sue you or something?”

“No not really they aren’t doing anything embarrassing and I really didn’t violate their right to privacy there is a shrub in the foreground and a setting sun in the background. Any way I would gladly give them this framed copy, I can make another.”

“Are you allowed to take more pictures while you are on display.” She giggled a little when she said ‘you are.’

“I can take pictures any time any where and of anything or any willing body I want to!” I answered decisively.

“Would you be willing to take pictures of Leanne and I?” Karen asked in a near impish tone, but with a perfect poker face.

I almost lost my poise and felt my male immaturity slipping, but dropped my books and clipboard instead. As I stooped, I regained my composure and I collected my thoughts, as I scooped the mess into a pile and then calmly said, “I would be happy to. I do not have my camera now, but I will be on campus tomorrow finishing a role and would be delighted to take a few pictures of the two of you. Where do you want to meet?”

“I don’t think you understand.” Karen stopped mid sentence and called out, “Come here Leanne. We don’t want a couple of pictures to send home.” Karen said, as Leanne joined her she added, “We want you to do an exposé of our life, and prepare it for web publishing for the whole world to see.”

My professionalism overshadowed my boyish ideations and muted any insecurity that I was being plagued with at the time and smartly asserted, “I do not take my exposés lightly. There are a lot of questions that need to be answered.”

“We thought you might say something like that. What kinds of questions do you need answered?” Karen shot right back at me.

“For openers the theme. What do you want to say and how do you want to say it? Who do you want to say it to?” I sincerely snapped back.

“I see we won’t be able to resolve this right here and now.” Leanne remarked with a hint of coyness in her voice.

I saw my opportunity and moved; “I think we can address these questions best over dinner if you will forgive my abruptness. I know a perfect place! My treat.”

“No! Our treat.” Karen insisted. “Where did you have in mind?” She inquired with a hint of a smile.

“I have a pet spot; it is Mediterranean style cuisine if that is to your liking, and if you can get past the name, ‘The Boot’ the food is great, and there are separate dining rooms available for privacy. It is a little spendy but as I said it is very good, and exactly what we need. My offer to treat is still good.” I warmly reminded.

“We can pay you for work and quite honestly we want to pay.” Karen insisted.

“We have looked at all the work that you have displayed here on campus and in town. Quite frankly we feel that you are the one to tell our story!” Leanne chimed in and asked, “When can you start?”

“We have talked briefly on and off over the last year.” Karen kicked in.

“I think it best to start at dinner time. It is early enough today we might get a reservation for tomorrow, Wednesday say eight. I have found that when interviewing prospective clients if they prepare a list of some of their wants and bring it with them, it facilitates the discussions. Do you want me to make the reservation, or are you going to?”

“We will. So till tomorrow then.” Leanne said warmly smiling. She put her arm under Karen’s and they walked out.

I watched them walk out, what a sight and me without my camera. Not once did they look back. I know that my mouth was gaping, in fact drool did slip pass my chin. I was stunned and awed if that is possible. I had been invited to a photo shoot that I would never be able to top.

Over dinner, they told me that the first and foremost theme was love. That I was going to do a series of shoots starting with a day in the life on the out side. The three of us would spend the day gadding about shopping, café hopping, and what ever came to mind. I was going to do a series on them in school, following them from the dorm to class to study hall and back.

Then they turned solemn they, the two of them, looked at me and said that I was to announce to the world that they were going to be married. I was to expose every aspect of their life. I was to do another series on them making love, a reenactment of Karen’s proposal and Leanne’s acceptance and then the wedding ceremony.

I told them I was dazed and overwhelmed by the immensity of the task and assured them I was more than willing and able. I told them that they were talking about shooting two or three thousand pictures maybe more to come up with maybe two or three hundred or maybe less. That quite likely the whole shoot for the day or night might be dropped. I was assured that they had considered that likelihood.

I posed to them that the type of intimate pictures that they wanted me to take would not happen easily, that it was best to rehearse them. I begged them to forgive my frankness then asked how many times they made love in front of the camera or more important having the camera man telling them to hold that pose. The two of them blushed and said never. I am sure that you want it to look real; that the two of you are at ease with one another, have a spontaneously active relationship and if you will forgive the inconsistency rehearsal is the best way.

I asked them how they expected to look like they loved each other when their embraces might be tainted by my presents. They agreed to the rehearsals; I said that it is best to work up to the more intimate aspects slowly, and suggested that we finish the first two shoots, ‘A Day in their Life,’ and ‘Their School Day,’ and review them over dinner. We could talk about the next steps over dessert. It was at the first rehearsal I learned of their difference, and how it was that they discovered their love for each other.

The first two days worth of shoots went especially well. I used my digital Nikons; changing between the thirty-five and seventy millimeter lenses, for the more revealing close ups and some of the passing shot. In two days, we shot close to two thousand pictures. As the first day stretched on, they began to relax in front of the camera and stop worrying about their pose. During the breaks I had an opportunity to talk with each of them one on one and get some insight on their life. I hesitate to say what caused them to adopt a gay life style, as I think for as many stars in the sky that is how many answers to any questions regarding motives.

For instance both Leanne and Karen come from closed minded right winger families; that were homophobic, and whose Dad was never home either, on a long distance truck route or always away on some sporting junket. Leanne’s Mom was both supportive and understanding, and promised to keep from ‘Dad!’ Her secrete ‘the decision’ to be an avowed lesbian, after being saved from rape at fourteen.

The boys thought it sporting fun dragging her into their locker room, and got carried away while pulling her pants down. Fate was on her side; the athletic director came and interrupted them, he actually had to defend himself until the group scattered. Leanne had confessed her attraction towards girls long before the episode at school. I am ashamed to admit a certain tingle of arousal as she related her temptations to as she said, “touch the privates,” of her friends that attended her slumber parties but did not because she knew that trouble would follow.

Karen on the other hand shared a similar family life but was always trying to seduce any boy that would sit still long enough. She went from one disappointment to another with each new fling. One day she was attacked at school but managed to fend off her attacker, and swore off relationships even the one-night-stand. Therefore, until she met Leanne, Karen was celibate, and completely self-reliant. Karen confessed to being a lot like her dad, “a very domineering person. She actually started to cry briefly as she said that she had trouble controlling it and at being eternally grateful that Leanne was and wanted to be submissive. She told me that she had never wanted to have sex with another woman, until she met Leanne. She was both ashamed, and intrigued by her feelings and very confused at first.

Leanne asked me to dinner at ‘The Boot’ again, and asked if it were possible to scan the two days of shoots while we ate, and suggested that we take an early dinner. I assured that I can show them on a DVD-player and that I would bring a portable player and monitor. I was still tying to digest all these little bits of vitally important information, just to have a vague idea of the dynamics of these two people. After all that is all they really are, just two people.

Dinner was early, seven PM. I got there just after six to setup. The girls were already there so we just started. The waiter popped the wine and set it out to breathe. As I set up the video show, all of us ordered ‘before’ dinner drinks. I handed out note pads and remotes to the girls, so they could stop or go back whenever they wanted, and started the slid show program. I set it to run in sequence with a ten second delay and show title mode. We made it through our drinks, the salad and bread, to the main course, then to the desert and on to the sweet port. Slowly we coursed through our dinner. We laughed at many of the shots and they grimaced at all of them jokingly. Ohing, ahing, and saying that one is nice or that one was silly and how funny that one was.

I was truly touched by how much they both acted like women, at times impossible to tell them apart. We did not see the full show when Leanne hit pause, and looked at me saying in a warm voice, “We are not afraid of you or embarrassed by you. Are you afraid of us, or just shy?”

“No, not at all. I feel privileged that you have let me into so much of your life. I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” I assured sincerely, “I’ve come to know the two of you a little and like you both!”

“We can’t decide on what to keep and what to delete.” Karen remarked whimsically then asked, “May we keep this disc, and if it isn’t too much trouble could you put a couple of photo arrays together? We will look at them in a few days.”

“I burned that CD-RW for the two of you, so you can change the order and delete the ones that you do not want, or just vote by pressing the asterisk key for however many stars you want it to have. I have the shoots on my hard drive and backed up on another disc, so don’t worry about loosing anything.” I said confidently and assured, “I can go through them and put together a couple of photo arrays for your perusal.”

Then Leanne sat next to me and put her hand right on my thigh looked at me smiling saying warmly, “I think it is time for our first rehearsal.” Then she giggled softly. I think she surprised herself.

My heart pounded in my throat as I struggled to speak; here I am trying to put them at ease when I’m the one that is a little tense. I cleared my throat then took a drink of my port and affirmed, “If you want we could do a shoot, I have all my equipment in the car.” It was the wine keeping me from having a heart attack. In the back of my mind I knew we were getting close to the ‘intimate’ shoot, that is why I was packed and ready; spontaneity is so important in the art world.

I was being put in charge of two of the best-kept secrets on campus and soon it would be I the one telling the story. It was then I knew Karen was the oldest and the alpha mate, but Leanne put the drive into their sex. Karen walked behind me and started massaging my shoulders while Leanne just let her hand rest on my thigh and put her other hand on mine.

I couldn’t help but muse for a moment here we have two people in a same sex relationship Karen the masculine influence the decision maker, the driver, the business person, she actually ordered for Leanne after asking her what she wanted. Then we have Leanne the feminine influence submissive in every way she was keeping the human warmth alive, quite clearly, she kept their sex thriving, and when it was time for sex, she knew how to make Karen think it was her idea.

We sat there for a few minutes when Karen whispered, “don’t worry we won’t be too hard on you.”

Leanne asked Karen to settle up I sensed a little urgency in her voice. Karen rang for the waiter, and in a few minutes, we were on our way. We arrived in separate cars and left in separate cars. I was about to learn what went on behind ‘their’ closed doors.

I remember thinking how the levity in Karen’s assurance that they weren’t going to be ‘too hard’ on me made me laugh a bit and relaxed me. I remember the drive how I thought that at any second now a rock is going to fall from the sky and crush me. My heart even started beating faster from the fear, rather than the expectation of a night never to be forgotten; I even found myself looking up into the sky. I followed them, as I had no idea where we were going.

The speed limit was fifty but we were going between thirty-five and forty. The slower speed helped me to relax and even start rehearsing in my mind a possible train of events. The drive was no more than twenty minutes, yet we were out of town. We pulled into the driveway of a small house. I grabbed my two briefcases and pulled my light trees and panels out of the trunk. I remember thinking how glad I was that I had planed to record the dinner, as part of the exposé but didn’t, so I was ready.

They offered to help carry so Karen toted the light trees and panels. Leanne got the laptop and box of tripods and I had the two cases with my four camcorders and two Nikons. I had to go back the car for the box of interfacing cables. It only took an hour to set up and network the camcorders to the laptop. When we were ready, I remember starting to shake and stutter a little. Then I just stopped and closed my eyes and concentrated for a few seconds. I was able to become, ‘the cameraman’ it was the only way that this was going to come out good.

“Karen? Who initiated the physical relationship?” I asked frankly.

“Leanne was the first to touch me and kiss me.” She recounted calmly, and smiling pleasantly.

“How long have the two of you been in love Leanne?” I pressed.

“For me when I first saw Karen, my whole body turned warm. I knew then that I was glad I was sharing the room and wanted much more.” Leanne warmly explained.

“For me too; but my upbringing caused me some trouble so I spent a little time in denial. I think I may have even been rude a few times.” Karen joined in.

“You were but I knew where you were coming from, so it didn’t bother me.” Leanne interjected and pried, “And you what about you, why haven’t we seen you with a girl friend or two? Are you gay?”

“I guess that is a reasonable question. I am not gay or bi, and I am not closed-minded either. I have enjoyed sex with quite a few women. As for not having a girlfriend now well my proclivity towards stealing pictures of people in embarrassing situations, or perfectly candid moments has cost me the last two relationships. I’m surprised that someone hasn’t said something to you. How long have the two of you been sharing your love?” I asked trying to look at them both.

The two of them looked at each other then looked at me and said in unison, “More than three years for the two of us. We will graduate this June, our meeting for the first time anniversary is in September and November eleventh or twelfth is the anniversary of the two of us having sex for the first time and affirming our love for one another.”

“Yes we slept in each others arms the whole night.” Karen purred with a blissfully reminiscent smile on her face.

Just then, Leanne giggled mischievously and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “Can I tell him please?”

“Noowa…!” Karen said insistently her face glowing a deep red.

Back and forth they went a few times, sending my curiosity over the top till Karen relented, “Okay it isn’t that bad I guess, any way we kind of laugh about now anyway.”

So Leanne struggled with her giggling to gain some composure and between the slowing giggles began. “That night after we went to the bathroom, settled in, and went to sleep towards dawn the sky was starting to get light Karen turned over onto her other side and I snuggled to her back. I reached around to hold her to me, and my hand went right to her clitoris. It was a subconscious act, but when I touched it again I wanted to hold it.”

“I knew she was sleeping and thought that I would go right back to sleep myself. Any way I contentedly started to massage it as I waited to fall to asleep. After only a few minutes I guess, it sprang to life, and Karen started moaning as she slept. I am very mischievous by nature so I found Karen’s sleeping arousal intriguing and so I kept going, careful not to wake her. Her legs started to kick in a twitchy way and she clawed the air with her hands, she started to sweat and call out in a garbled way then gasped. Karen’s body went limp except her clitoris it had become very hard. She let out a long sigh, and that is when it happened a torrential gusher of urine…” They both burst into uncontrollable laughter, with tears streaming from her eyes Leanne continued between roaring laughs “My god…! I thought; what… pressure… and again she gushed and it flooded…

Then Karen burst in laughing with, “I guess I taught you a lesson.”

The two of them sighing and laughing obviously their stomachs hurt from laughter. Then Leanne snickered, “I have never to this date seen or heard anyone pee that hard. It flooded past my knees,” sighing she added, “Yea Karen just kept sleeping like nothing happened.”

The three of us mused several minutes on that hilarious story sipping wine and giggling to our selves. Then I started in with the questions again asking, “And to the both of you. Do your parents know yet?”
“My mom has always known, but Dad still hasn’t a clue. He would explode!” Leanne answered then mockingly added, “No daughter of mine is queer and then look at mom growling, this must be your fault.”

“My patents know that Leanne is my friend, they just don’t know what kind of friend.” Karen explained and added, “They are old fashioned and not very open minded. I doubt that they would adjust to it very well to be polite.

“Leanne. What did you do first?” I pried.

“I gave her a massage.”

“Was Karen sitting or standing?” I pressed farther. I knew that soon they would start reliving that time. Therefore, the more interest I showed to details the better for stirring memories.

“She was sitting in front of the PC. She had been typing some sort of program that was being difficult.” Leanne said in a rueful tone as she remembered how sore Karen’s neck was.

I remember I was just finishing…” Karen paused smiled and ran her fingers through Leanne’s hair, looked at her warmly then started again I closed my eyes and could see it as Leanne started recounting their first time making love, and learning that they loved each other.

“It was late, and Karen was working on a computer project, the fifth in a long series of programs for her ‘Artificial Intelligence’ class. With a sigh, she ran the initializing program right before midnight, and worried that there was still a bug somewhere because the screen prompt didn’t come back on.

“Oh well,” Karen sighed, “I aced the first four...” She groaned as she straightened up in her chair, stretching, trying to work out the pain that had built up in her neck over the past three hours sitting at the computer.

Boy, am I glad I had nagged mother into buying me a laptop computer. At least the distractions from other students are minimized. She could relax here she thought, pitying the poor suckers who had to sit in a lab all night; listening to the air-conditioning ducts rattling, other students talking, or the college PCs crashing in the middle of their projects. As she sat there, pleased with herself.

I drifted back as she went quiet then suggested, “Let’s get a chair in here and Kara…”

Leanne interrupted asking, “Why are you asking so many questions?”

“Do you want me to record this session?” I asked.

“Yes. It is our life, our show, and we have asked you to be part of it just by asking you to record it.” Leanne affirmed and suggested, “Karen’s and Leanne’s gay film.” She laughed.

“Or Karen and Leanne coming out!” Karen said laughing and added, “Or even Leanne’s and Karen’s film ‘deebutt.’”

“Boy you are slippery. I asked you a question and you just slinked by!” Leanne sneered

“This is your exposé. I need you to relive the day.” I assured and added, “All usable titles, I am sure that the two of will think of something. But still it would be helpful to have some background especially the time you two first learned of your love.” I pressed.

With that Karen sat in the chair, and Leanne stood behind her with her hands massaging her shoulders and started telling their story of discovery. They talked so gayly; that it was obvious to me they were in love with one another, and not running away from a relationship like so many people do. I remember them sounding so happy as they giggled through their story I just slipped into a dream. The little cabin turned into the dorm and I watched the story unfold.

Leanne; her roommate, walked in voice ringing with cheer, “Hi. Done with your project?”

“Finally, for tonight anyway,” replied Karen her voice crackling with soreness as she stretched, groaning, “My back is so sore!”

“Well… if your nice to me, I’ll give you a back rub.” Leanne seductively said casting mousy glances at her roommate, and remarked, “You know everywhere I went today people called me by your name.”

“Yea I know ever since we got here people would ask me where I was, thinking I am or was you or… It is starting to get confusing!” Karen agreed adding, “My back and neck are too sore to really think about it.” And suggested, “How’s this? I’ll let you sleep on the top bunk tonight and I’ll be the one to ask my Dad for some extra money for our dinners out this week.”

“Well... Ok, as long as I get to pick the place and you don’t snore,” laughed Leanne.

“I don’t snore!” grunted Karen, throwing a pencil at her, and then laughing.

“Hee-hee... oh sure, you don’t.” Leanne teased and walked over behind Karen’s chair adding, “Nothing like my Dad… but you do snore,” and began to give the promised back rub.

“Well so we’re twins, according to everyone on campus so I’ll bet you do too,” Karen hissed then smiled and added “You know we think a lot a like, almost like we know what the other is thinking. We like the same clothes, music and food; we wake up at the same time. Hell we even have our periods at the same time.”

“Yea, we even get hungry at the same time. We are a lot alike.” Leanne agreed adding, “We even have to go to the bathroom at the same time… sometimes.”

“You don’t think, they think… that we are…sleeping together do you?” Karen asked a little ring of concern in her voice.

“No! And would it be so bad if they did? Really does it matter what ‘they’ with their simple minds think about?” Leanne sarcastically remarked as she squeezed Karen’s sore muscles.

“After so many hours of typing, my back, neck, and sides were quite sore, and the back massage feels wonderful.” Karen admitted.

“Oh that feels wonderful,” Karen sighed dreamily and queried, “What or how or should we do about the way we are being addressed? I mean they are calling me you and you me all the time.

“Karen you are a ball of tight muscles,” Leanne whispered then rambled on, “I think you are letting this get to you, though I must admit that sometimes your classmates will just start rattling off a mile-a-minute in computer jargon, then they get this look on their face, like what is the matter with you. It is frustrating and…”

“Hang on,” Karen groaned as she undid her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders, and remarked, “You have started to ramble that doesn’t look good for an English literature student.”

Leanne continued massaging, the unhindered shoulders, she rubbed Karen’s sore neck muscles, back, until she felt them begin to relax, and Karen started breathing easier.

“Ooh, that feels wonderful Leanne. You are a wonderful roommate,” Karen cooed. Glancing at the clock, she realized Leanne had been massaging her for more than thirty minutes. “It’s time for bed,” Karen sighed.

“Yeah, and I get the top,” Leanne sang a little sarcastically.

Karen stretched, “Oh I feel so much better now. Thanks.”
She hugged and cajoled, whispering into her ear, “You’re the greatest Leanne,” and kissed her on the cheek.

Leanne’s cheek flashed red and turned hot as Karen’s lips touched her face. She knew that Karen wasn’t ready to learn of her taste for women, even though she had caught her looking, with that more than a-roommate-look in her eyes. Leanne thought for a second, then tested, “What do you think we take turns at being each other; you know like one week ‘we’ be you, then the next week ‘we’ be me?”

Karen looked at Leanne as if suddenly aroused and a lewd smile beamed from her face and sang, “My god Leanne I think you’ve nailed it. We wear the same clothes from our hair style to our shoes and sox, even the same bras and panties.” Karen rambled as she walked to Leanne and put her arms around her and hugged her.

Leanne just stood there with her arms around Karen running her fingers through her hair for a few minutes then whispered, “I think that is a wonderful idea.” As she continued to softly stroke she heard a quiet but distinct gasp and felt a slight wiggle in Karen’s knees and Leanne cajoled as she whispered, “We can pretend that we ‘are…’ sisters, ‘close…’ sisters.”

Karen’s body shuddered perceptibly as Leanne’s hot breath whisked across her neck. Leanne felt Karen’s arms tighten around her waist, she leaned back and brushed the loose hair from Karen’s face then caressed her ears placed an open-mouthed kiss on Karen’s lips, while caressing her cheek with one hand and threading her fingers in Karen’s hair with the other and their lips meshed.

Karen’s conspicuously futile efforts to push her away faded quickly, and as her passions mounted, they turned into holding caresses. Karen’s first reactions were surprise, and shock, but they quickly gave way to delight, as she shuddered in the wake of the feelings of arousal sweeping throughout her body, from the joyful quiverings in her belly, to the ache she felt deep behind her clitoris that seemed to stretch into the depth of her womb and into her spine. She returned the kiss, by sucking the upper lip, and then let Leanne’s tongue slip into her mouth.

The sound of Karen’s pleading breath pleased Leanne. Karen’s passions grew as Leanne’s tongue snaked about inside her mouth. As the two of them shared, a passionate kiss Karen began to swoon and Leanne tightened her arms and leaned into Karen’s weight holding her up. Sharing each other’s mouth, their warm saliva as it welled up inside their mouths and both of them savoring it then swallowing it. They stood there, reveling in each other, and their newfound pleasures.

Karen leaned back embracing Leanne’s shoulders, and breathing heavily, she looked into Leanne’s eyes, and knew she was feeling passion beyond lust and was confident by the look in Leanne’s eyes they were shared. It felt as natural as if she were making love to a man, only mysteriously more complete more natural.

Quietly she confessed, “I’ve never been like this with another woman, it feels so strangely wonderful yet the passion and yearning are just like my feelings for a man only more, much more.”

“In a sense we are even because I’ve never been with a man only women, I have never even been interested in men. And I am finding this feeling that we are sharing very thrilling and new.” Leanne confessed warmly as she purred into Karen’s ear.

They both eagerly peeled each other’s t-shirts off. As their shirts fell to the floor they began embracing, kissing, and pressing their identical bodies together. Their enamored hearts began pounding, and their bodies melted. Their fingers threading through each other’s long blond hair, and their bodies swaying to passions silent music.

Karen knew their bodies matched, in every way except one, the one thing that Leanne did not know about. They both watched as they playfully pressed their nipples firmly together; each other’s nipples felt like stones as they rubbed them together, each teasing the other.

“Time for bed I think.” Karen purred. “Lets finish getting ready for bed.” and headed for the bathroom that adjoined their dorm room Leanne following close behind.

As Karen walked into the bathroom, Leanne rushed around her and sat on the toilet first saying, “I half to PEEE…Baaad! Aaahh…!”

Karen giggled, “I guess you did by the sound of that gush I’m next I half to go bad too. Here let me have your panties.”

“Take them off… if you want them.” Leanne laughed coyly lifting her feet off the floor and waved them at Karen.

Karen leaned down and peeled the light blue panties the rest of the way off looking at Leanne and surrendering to her hunger for Leanne’s naked body in her arms. She lifted them to her face, and looked inside remarking coyly, “You’ve made a big shinny wet spot here.” She held them to her nose and took a deep breath adding, “You smell like…like rose scented honey.”

“That’s really sweet thanks. Here your turn.” Leanne said as she stood turning away briefly as Karen sat, “Let me help you take those pink panties off.” she coaxed when she turned back and slid them off when Karen lifted her feet. While Karen peed Leanne asked, “Where did you get these? They are very expensive!”

“I took them from my Mom’s ‘undies’ drawer,” Karen said coyly as she peed.

“‘OH!’ Karen you’ve made these really wet too.” Leanne mused as she buried her face in them drinking deeply Karen’s scent, “Tea… yes, honey sweetened hot tea.” She whimsically likened, “That’s it your juices smell like sweet hot tea. Even when you’re having your periods, you still smell good.” She cajoled as she knelt down and nosed Karen’s curly blond pubic hairs hands on her thighs.

As Karen stood, Leanne’s eyes blinked and grew wide then let out a loud gasping breath and with shock ringing in her voice exclaimed, “My god…! I have never seen such a large clitoris and meaty hood and your labia are so thick and reddish!”

With a blush washing across her face Karen reached down for Leanne’s hand, and held it to her buttock and with her free hand cupped her cheek and with a warm smile cooed, “It gets bigger.”

“Bigger? God how much bigger?” she whispered still dazed by her discovery as she laid her head to Karen’s thigh and kneaded her buttocks with her hand and holding Karen’s calf with the other.

Karen staggered as Leanne sucked her clitoris into her mouth, as she looked up at Karen. She plied it with her lips stretching it then let it plop free. Her knees buckled slightly as Leanne sucked the hood through her teeth and let it pop out, repeatedly. She cried out and grabbed the towel rack as Leanne put her mouth over the entire clitoral hood and clamped down and sucked as she chewed. Leanne slid her hand up Karen’s thigh, and placed her thumb just inside her opening and wriggled it slowly.

Within just a few seconds, a shimmering glaze squeezed out, onto, and coated Leanne’s cheeks and chin. Karen’s belly undulated as Leanne ground her sensitive organ between her teeth, Karen’s breaths turned to trembling gasps as she cried out, and Leanne let it pop free and then sucked it back in holding it firmly. Karen leaned against the wall breathless, still gripping the towel rack. Her whole body sweated she softly ran her fingers through Leanne’s hair tenderly coaxing her to linger.

“Your scent has always aroused me, and I was by that confused and yet it attracted me.” Karen admitted.

“I am moving through some new feelings myself.” Leanne paused taking a few deep breaths and calmed her trembles, “I look at your clitoris and it is long enough and erect enough to enter me. I have never put anything or let anyone else put anything inside me. My hymen is still intact. I am eighteen and I am still virgin. I want you to take me! I know this sounds crazy but I may have been waiting for… ‘You…!’ all this time.”

“I will but not tonight. I want to treat you specially. Tonight I will just tease you and try to help you to cum, and we will sleep together.” Karen consoled and added, “Tomorrow I will seduce you, like you are my girl,” then gazed at Leanne with moistening eyes.

“I’m going to bed in the top bunk.” Leanne sighed and bolted for the beds.

“Leanne? Don’t you want to sleep with me… in the bottom bunk?”

Leanne leaned back into the bathroom looked at Karen and with a beaming smile said, “Yes…! I do! I just wanted to hear you say the words. I will be waiting for you to finish,” then poof she was gone.

Karen brushed her teeth and combed out her long blond hair. She felt a warm glow growing between her legs she felt her muscles behind her clitoris tightening then relaxing, subtle stirrings through out her vaginal muscles, and the fruit of her passion slipping down her thigh. She looked in the mirror she saw an eighteen-year-old woman knowing she was twenty. Her face flushed and her nipples became erect and her clitoris became ridged, at the thought of Leanne caressing her. Karen felt giddy and high as she mused on the act of kissing, and fondling her new found sister and shivered when she thought of kissing her sister’s sweet little lips between her legs.

We are identical in so many ways we are supposed to be close, she thought. We have shared feelings since the beginning of school. We feel what the other is feeling. She felt craving inside her vagina and her clitoris pulsing. She touched herself there, found she was quite warm and very wet, her clitoris was ridged and thought tomorrow night is going to be a very special night as she massaged her clitoris, and went into the room.

Leanne lay in bed with the covers pulled over her head parted just enough for one eye to watch the bathroom door. She had two fingers of one hand in her mouth while she swirled a finger from her free hand around her clitoris. She knew her twin sister was doing the same thing. Leanne shuddered as Karen entered the room.

“I see you.” Karen sang as she neared the bed, and laughingly asked, “Are we playing peek-a-boo?”

The bedroom was lit by the soft glow of the alarm clock and the streetlight softened by the curtains. Their bunk bed stood on the other side of the room from the bathroom. Karen could hear her Leanne’s breathing as she walked closer. An ache formed as her vaginal muscles tensed and her clitoris throbbed as it stiffened.

“Lucky us tonight.” Karen said, a slight tremble in her voice sliding between the sheets in the lower bed. Looking next to her, she found Leanne’s smiling lips waiting.

With a nuzzle to her cheek Leanne whispered, “I want you… I want you tonight.”

“I thought you wanted to…”

Leanne leaned over her and placed a soft lingering kiss on Karen’s mouth, and rolled underneath pulling Karen on top, kissing her eyes, and cheeks. As she moved toward her mouth, her tongue slid into the corner and under her upper lip, and lifted it into her mouth and suckled as she nibbled, and stretched it, pulling it with her teeth.

Karen murmured quiet sighs between kissing her bristling nipples as she parted Leanne’s smooth legs and slid between them. Leanne’s tongue swished over Karen’s lips, as she rested her feet on Karen’s hips. Their lips met and Karen’s tongue slid deep into Leanne mouth. Karen’s body thrilled to the taste as it danced inside, and she responded by caressing Leanne’s face and hair.
Leanne pulled back just enough to look into Karen’s eyes and purred, “I do want you…” then melted to Karen’s sweet manipulations.

Karen began caressing Leanne’s breasts and teasing her nipples with hers. They both found this delightful each pleasuring the other’s nipples with their own by rubbing their breasts together. Karen began slowly wriggling her body giving Leanne short soft kisses as she slid along the top. Moving down kissing her neck shoulders, giving each of Leanne’s nipples lingering kisses and suckles. Leanne was beginning to writhe with her feet pushing into the bottom of the top bunk as Karen’s body danced on top of her. Karen’s tongue flitted about and her teeth pinched as she bit, sucked, and kissed her way towards Leanne’s hot wet vaginal opening.

Leanne tenderly embraced Karen’s head by weaving her fingers into her hair. She began trembling, and beads of sweat formed as Karen reached her bellybutton. Leanne began breathing loudly and gently coaxing Karen’s mouth closer to her impassioned vagina. Leanne shuddered, and let out a loud rasping sigh as Karen’s hands pressed her thighs to the bed spreading her legs wide. While she nibbled and sucked, Leanne’s bellybutton Karen slowly slid her hands along Leanne’s inner-thighs closer towards her vagina. Loud raspy sighs rushed past Leanne’s mouth as Karen began biting Leanne’s pliant flesh near her buttocks. Leanne cried out loudly as Karen’s mouth closed over and started sucking Leanne’s clitoris through her teeth, stretching it and letting it pop free several times, sometimes gripping it hard and sometime softly, but always firm.

Leanne’s toes splayed to Karen’s licking, suckling, and nuzzling of her moist vulva. The world began to spin and Leanne’s body started undulating to Karen’s fevered licking of her vaginal lips, suckling of her clitoral hood. Leanne’s moans became desperate when Karen slid back a top of her heaving body, and placed a wet kiss on her lips stifling her cries. Karen started making circular motions over Leanne’s vaginal opening and pressing her enlarged ridged clitoris onto Leanne’s with each circle. Leanne’s stomach tensed as Karen passed over her swollen vaginal lips.

Karen own wetness was now mingling with Leanne’s and her moans were yet stifled with Karen’s tongue as she slathered inside Leanne’s mouth. Karen teased Leanne with each slip over her labia. She suckled and bit Leanne’s lips as she slid a thick round pillow under Leanne’s buttocks then placed her hands to Leanne’s thighs behind her knees, and lifted her weight off Leanne and lifted her face back and gazed at Leanne’s face, and left her erect clitoris poised at Leanne’s reddened vaginal opening.

“Leanne… Leanne. Look at me.” Karen warmly coaxed.

As her eyes opened she whispered, “What is it?”

“Hold me. Hold me tight. I want you to look at me.” Karen coaxed with a soft tone in her voice as they each gazed at the other with a slight downward turn of her hips Karen’s clitoris slipped in rolling Leanne’s labia inward and causing Leanne’s body to wince.

“Yiiee…! Owe…! That kind of burns a little. Please keep it in me.” Leanne hissed as the hurt eased. They didn’t break their gaze. Leanne looked right at Karen as her eyes filled with tears. Then she slid her hands to Leanne’s buttocks and kneaded it as she nuzzled to her ear and whispered pleadingly, “Grind it in me. Keep slipping it inside me like you were a man… please.

Karen kept it inside making a very small circular motion as she cupped Leanne’s head with her hands and held her cheek to cheek. The two of them sighing quietly as Karen firmly ground into Leanne’s labia.

“Oh…! That feels so good. It feels like it has gotten bigger!” Leanne purred.

“Yes…I am getting close to climaxing again.” She murmured into Leanne’s ear then kissed it.

“I want you to try and gently bounce your clitoris into me.” Leanne directed as she moved her hands gripping Karen’s shoulders over her back.

Karen lifted up on her knees and hands and started rhythmically bouncing never really parting just jostling Leanne’s body.

“Ooo…! That’s it Yesss… esss!” Leanne hissed. Then she arched her hips upward and let out several loud breaths, and went limp.

Karen quickly slid up Leanne’s body hissing, “Suck it! Suck it like the first time please!” And sat down right on Leanne’s face. As Leanne’s mouth closed on it Karen started spilling her juices on Leanne’s face, and in her mouth. Karen let out a rested sigh as her orgasm ebbed.

“The two of us pulled the sheet over our bodies and went to sleep contented. That is the first time that we both knew, we were in love. No one on campus really knows for sure.” Leanne said confidently with a hint of pride in her voice.

“That isn’t all!” Karen interjected, sure tell the embarrassing stuff about me and leave the embarrassing stuff about you out!”

“Karen don’t you dare!” Leanne hissed as her face turned red she pinched her nose and looked away.

“Now girls; Leanne it is only fair that Karen tell her little ditty, besides I am curious.” I pleasantly mediated.

“Any way it is more cute than funny.” Karen started, “We were laying in each others arms when Leanne started to sob, it’s a girl thing I cried a little too. I cradled her face and started to stroke her face and ear to comfort her when she started to cry and act sort of panicky saying ‘Oh Leanne I feel really strange inside like I’m wide open and it’s starting to really burn again. Look down there make sure I’m not bleeding she pleaded. I guess the frightened look in her eyes reminded me of when I was deflowered. So I lifted the sheet and Leanne pensively spread her legs, and I looked and smiled she had bled, but only a little. I said you will be fine but just to make sure lay there while I get a hot washcloth and sponge you down. Okay?”

“Yea. Just having her look at me kind of made me feel better. The washcloth was so hot I almost peed when she touched me with it. She cleaned me gently and the burn went away. She kissed my clitoris and belly then showed the washcloth to me. I was relieved to see I wasn’t bleeding to death, and we went to sleep. Nobody ever really knew we were sleeping together and they don’t know now!”

“Yea.” Karen chimed and confirmed, “They do talk but they’re just guessing!”

“But the other night at the gallery you walked out arm and arm?” I questioned.

“Silly…! The only other person there was in the back. You were the only one to see.” Karen pointed out.

Leanne giggled as she asked, “Did you like the show? Our butts side by side as we sauntered.” She beamed a very impish smile at me and added, “You are the first to know for certain that we are sleeping and sharing sexual pleasures with one another.”

“We wanted you to watch. We knew you would enjoy it.” Karen said her face reddening.

“I did…I watched till you were out of sight. My only regret was that I didn’t have my camera; I might have missed the shot any way. I drooled as I gaped but only a dribble slipped. Still I want to say the show was grand.” I answered satisfying their wish. The one question that I had thought of during the story; that I had forgot and kept remembering, finely came to me again, “Please forgiv…?”

“‘Oh oh’ here it comes.” Leanne mocked playfully, then pressed, “Spit it out before you choke!”

“I am burning with curiosity. Karen how did you get your clitoris inside Leanne!?” A tone of distressed curiosity sounded and I felt my face turn hot as I blushed.

“Leanne! Have you ever seen a man blush like that!?” Karen remarked teasingly and asked, “You want to tell him Leanne?”

“It is our clitoris, but you have lived with it longer than I have, so you tell him Karen.”

“Well.” Karen started and paused, “Well obviously my clitoris is deformed because of its size, The reason it sticks straight out when erect is because there is a knot that bends as it grows, the hotter I get the bigger it gets to a point.

“We women like you boys have sacs that fill with blood during arousal causing our organs to grow. Well I have more of those sacs than most women, a lot more and they are much bigger, both in width and length. As I become aroused it grows in length quite a lot moving outward the knot gets stuck on something and starts turning upward as the outward movement continues and vole… magic it stands up and pushes outward.” Karen explained quite clearly and smiled quite proudly.

“I’m sorry I still don’t understand,” I stated in a puzzled tone.

“Oh well for the lack of a better descriptive phrase; you’ve heard people say that how some things are just the tip of the iceberg, well what can be seen is only ten percent. True for icebergs and true for me at least in theory. At rest my clitoris is and I’m guessing three to four inches and grows to eight or nine inches with four to five inches jutting past my pelvis just like a penis.”

“I don’t think ‘He!’ understands yet.” Leanne lasciviously purred into Karen’s ear. It is time to show him,” and she kissed her ear and cheek as she just shivered a bit and smiled.

“Yea I think it is time!” Karen warmly said in a whispery voice.

So, with the cameras rolling I watched them seductively removing each other’s clothes. Taking turns one item at a time, and the two of them playing the kissing game. For those of you, who do not know the rules of the game they are. One kisses the other, the other kisses the same place and then chooses a different place with a kiss, for the first one to kiss, and so back and forth it goes till one stops or every little place that can be kissed gets kissed and all the clothes are off.

Here we are the two of them a mirror image, clad only in their white cotton panties. Both still standing meshing their breasts and bellies, wrapped in each other’s arms kissing. Their hands traveling, from their hair to their buttocks, and to they’re breasts teasing their nipples with each other’s, and the room filled with the smell of hot tea, honey sweetened hot tea… their scent together.

My penis was throbbing and my own belly was being soaked with seminal juices. I had stopped watching the screen and was watching them do passions dance. It wasn’t until Leanne slid both of her hands inside Karen’s panties that I noticed ‘the’ pulsing bulge in the front. There was a satiny cream weeping past the elastic leggings. Shimmering gems were forming on the inside of Karen’s thighs. It was then that the camera operator woke up and I grabbed my cameras.

I watched through my lens as Karen’s knees wobbled and her belly undulating as Leanne moved her hands farther down and side-to-side slowly lowering her panties, and quite clearly fondling her clitoris. I could see that Karen’s crotch was pasted to her wet genitalia. I glanced from my camera for only an instant to check the camcorders and my split screen and Yesss…! Yes, we were operational, so I went back to clicking my lens methodically and rhythmically as I did my own dance all over the room.

Then down slid her panties to her ankles and back the two of them fell into the cushioned chair behind them. Leanne pulled Karen on top of her face up and wrapping her arms around Karen’s chest and fondled her breasts kneading the pliant flesh around her bristled nipples. Karen as she slipped into Leanne’s arms she flipped the foot her panties were on and flung them right into my face. I could see Leanne’s cotton panties they too were wet, so wet that the cloth clung to her skin revealing the out lines of her vaginal lips and anus.

“You Keep’em…Trophies.” Leanne laughed coyly as she watched me put them to my nose. I’m not sure but something clicked; the scent was so overwhelming I breathed in wildly through my nose. The room started to spin and I couldn’t tell the difference between up or down, right or left. My nose tingled and my heart pounded in my throat and my penis felt ‘Oh…! So! Good,’ and so warm and my testis felt electric. As I regained some of my composure I said, “Thanks!” and noticed that I had an audience, and numbly asked, “What?”

“Look!” Karen sighed through her rapture and pointed at my softening penis with her foot, then directed, “Come on. Let us see, now open your legs.”

I looked and my jaw dropped the same time I heard the girls giggling happily; my penis now flaccid had snaked its way down my leg and was sitting in a pool of sperm. My thigh was soaked from my crotch to my knee. I fanned my leg to the left as directed and looked at them looking at me, we all laughed.

“It looks like you had a spontaneous Eeejaculation.” Leanne playfully observed with a big warm smile and asked, “How do you feel?”

“I feel a little spent,” I said.

“Well breaks over back to work cameraman Karen is going to deliver soon.” Leanne warmly directed and quickly went back to playing with Karen’s genitalia that had become deep red and very wet.

I quickly dialed camera one into a tight close up of the shimmering cream flowing form Karen’s bright red dilated vaginal opening. Then pulled back to a tight view of her; very thick meaty labia fanned wide glistening with her creamy jewels, leading to her penis shaped erect clitoris, and forming a wrinkled bright red hood around the crowning clitoris and fanned outward like the petals of a blooming flower. Karen’s clitoris had to be bulging out clearly a full four inches and still growing. Certainly long, enough to penetrate Leanne’s vaginal opening and the core was much thicker than my thumb.

I had never seen such an animated clitoris or a vagina dilate as open as Karen’s did. As I gawked watching Karen’s clitoris pulse and dance I saw Leanne motioning with a nod of her head, as she wrapped her fingers around it and started to milk it like it was a penis. Karen’s legs spread and rose as her toes splayed, and her breathing became laborious. Her body was covered with beads of sweat. She placed her hands near Leanne’s, leaving them free to work their magic.

Quite skillfully, Leanne pushed her thumb into the clitoral arch exposing more Karen’s clitoris to her fondlings. She slid her three fingers along its sinewy shaft parting her labia with her ring and forefingers, while keeping her middle finger firmly pressed onto the shaft, as they slid into her opening then they gripped and stretched her labia as she slid her fingers out. In only a few minutes, Karen’s vaginal muscles began spasming sucking inward then pushing out opening wide quickly three or four time then stop quite wide open I could see deep into her through the lens. I could see inside her vaginal lining and the cream forming inside then flowing out. Then again, it started its dance of arousal faster and stopped sucked in. Karen let out a series of loud gasping sighs. Her vagina flared then half closed and quivered then flare open and close quivering. All the while she had one leg stretched upward the other splayed wide to the side, and her toes did dance about.

I was in awe as Karen quieted and lay cradled in Leanne’s arms. I have had a few of my girl friends ejaculate during orgasm, at least all of them got wetter and dilated some, but never to the degree that Karen achieved. My god she had soaked her fanny, thighs, and Leanne’s belly as well, with her silky juices. A little squirt of urine arched out then Karen quickly tightened her muscles, and sat up and smiled and went to the bathroom.

Leanne looked at me grinning broadly and asked, “Did you get all that?”

I was still dazed by what I had witnessed so I stuttered a little cleared my throat and said, “I checked my cameras before, during, and after. They were working and are working now.”

Karen returned from the bathroom and Leanne took her turn. After Leanne left Karen asked, “What impish plan has she cooked up for me?”

“None actually.” I assured and said, “She just sat there and smiled at me.”

“I think it is high time she have a real penis and sperm inside her. Don’t worry it will be fine. I see by your bulge that you have recovered from your spontaneous ejaculation.”

Karen joined Leanne as she walked back into the room, and began kissing her ears and neck from behind as they walked together swaying across the floor. I heard her tell Leanne to look at me as they entered the cameras view.

Karen began to slide her hands all over Leanne’s body as she nibbled her ear. Soon she was fondling both her breasts and milking her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. Karen slid her hand down Leanne’s belly and inside her panties. A sharp shudder wracked her body as Karen teased Leanne’s labia with her fingers. Her breathing quickened I could her Leanne’s pussy getting wet as Karen stirred it with her fingers. It sounded like someone washing his or her fingers in a finger bowl.

I could see by her wet thighs that Karen had become aroused again as she laid Leanne onto couch and started kissing her breasts. Leanne’s juices were soaking through her panties and forming glistening pearls on the elastic leggings. Leanne lifted up and with a tug, a fling from Karen off they slipped, and right into my lap they flew. She was clearly ready for penetration Leanne’s vagina had dilated and formed a perfect O. Her genitalia had a deep red glow and very wet. Karen began nibbling Leanne’s thighs leaving thin red bite marks, and teasing her anus with her fingers. I readied my camera when Leanne started begging Karen to enter her, but she clamped her mouth over her clitoris and suckled it with rapid kisses. Leanne looked as though she was about to float to the sky.

Karen gracefully maneuvered Leanne over the back of the couch, and using her legs to spread Leanne’s legs wide. As Karen positioned her clitoris on Leanne’s, I moved in with my camera and from the swivel viewer I could see a clear view of both women’s genitals. I could see Karen’s fully erect clitoris and Leanne’s open and waiting vagina. Both of their genitalia had a deep red glow to them with creamy white pearls forming and sliding down their thighs or dripping to the couch. With a short push in it slipped and Leanne took in a breath loudly.

The movement was bearly visible as she slid back and forth and side to side. Karen pressed her ridged clitoris on Leanne’s labia and clitoris each time she entered. I could see the tip of her clitoris clearly as it entered, and each time it withdrew Leanne’s sateen wetness dripped from it. I watched satiny beads form on Karen’s Labia and drip off as she too was nearing orgasm.

Leanne started to desperately gasp for air and claw at the couch, and call out with a voice lost in passion. Her sweet cream squeezed out and formed trails as it ran down Karen’s legs and the back of the couch. Karen’s vagina flared in response but she did not orgasm, she just slowed her movements as Leanne’s breath slowed. The two of them held their pose for a few minutes relishing their feelings. I pulled my camera back smiling smugly; I was quite pleased I got the money shot. The clear view of every little movement, and all of the subtlety shared between them on stills and video.

As Karen slipped to the couch she gave each of Leanne’s buttock a lingering kiss, then Leanne slid into her waiting lap. The three of us sat in silence as we each savored our own pleasures from the moment. It was Leanne who moved first as she hoisted her self to her feet and went to the bathroom. I could see Karen looking at me, and for a moment I thought, she might mount me. She spoke of my camera.

“I want to catch it all on film when you have sex with Leanne. Are your cameras hard to use?” Karen asked then whimsically mused, “You know she has played many a impish prank on me and I loved them all well tonight is pay back.”

I sat there quietly for an instant thinking then said, “Not at all just point and shoot just like your film cameras. Use the viewer to choose your shot and press the silver button, if you want to take five pictures in rapid sequence just click it twice like your PC mouse, on this camera. On the camcorder just look through the viewer and press the red button.” I explained and asked, “Are you sure this will be okay with Leanne?”

“Oh she might whine a little even argue some, but be quiet I will talk her into it. Any way I want her to have a man once before we get married. You like her don’t you? You won’t mind being her first will you?” She ended her question with a sarcastic tone.

“Yes I do, and no I won’t.” I affirmed warmly.

“So. Please play along.”

Just then Leanne entered the room wearing a housecoat and carrying one for Karen. The two of us just watched her as she walked then stop and quizzed with a single word, “What?”

Karen walked over to her and whispered loud enough for me to hear, “I want you to have sex with Kyle.”

“No! I don’t want to!” Leanne protested loudly as she bent over and gripped her privates, then bolted for the bathroom again.

Karen stopped her by wrapping her arms around her from behind and whispered again loud enough for me to hear, “You promised.”

“I never promised to have sex with him!” she growled as she struggled in Karen’s arms.

“You did too.” Karen affirmed now talking in a low voice and still close to her ear, “You promised to give me pleasure any way you could,” and she kissed her ear and cheek and she started shuffling and swaying in my direction.

“But I only want to make love to you!” Leanne whined but no longer struggling and casting furtive glances at me and added, “I do want to give you pleasure but only you.”

“Look at him!” Karen softly ordered, “Kyle isn’t like so many of the others.”

“No I don’t want to! I only want you inside me!” She whined but her protesting was only for appearances. Karen had clearly won her over.

“It would give me a lot of pleasure.” Karen purred in her ear.

“How?” Leanne laid her head back on Karen’s shoulder, the struggle was over, and she surrendered with panting breath.

“I want you to have a man. I want to put him inside you. I want to watch as you put his penis in your mouth and milk it the way you milk me. Look at him Leanne.” Leanne had relented they were very close now. I could see a slight tremble as she looked at me. I knew from our conversation that this was a very difficult for Leanne she had lost a couple of lovers cause she wouldn’t let them put anything inside her, and I found this situation very arousing.

Resignation rang in Leanne’s voice as she sighed “Karen this is for you!” she knelt between my open legs and unbuttoned my pants and with both hands freed my penis, as it swung free Leanne’s eyes grew large, “Oh Karen it’s much bigger than you are! I can’t its too big it’ll hurt.” She snarled and started to pull away. Karen moved in behind her, held her tenderly but firmly and nuzzled her ear then in a low seductive tone urged, “Go ahead Leanne put it in your mouth and suck on it for me. I want to watch you as it slides into your mouth.” There was a believable urgency in Karen’s voice.

I could see her hand slide down and judging by the way Leanne’s face softened Karen was fondling her genitals and then wrapped her free hand around the base of my penis. Leanne followed Karen’s lead and wrapped both hands around my shaft one on top of the other. Her eyes started blinking as she slipped my gland into her mouth, her breath puffed around it as she gasped. She lifted her head and looked up at me then at my penis, and then looked at Karen and back at me, she looked both puzzled and panicky. Leanne lowered her head and I closed my eyes, I felt her start sucking on my globe. As she started to milk my shaft, it turned ridged. I could hear Leanne making little swallowing sounds when my juice started weeping into her mouth as she sucked, and as she went deeper I heard sighs of relief as if a terrible itch had been scratched, and now Leanne was eagerly pleasuring my penis.

Karen stood up and grabbed the camera, and quietly urged her to take it in deeper. I put one hand on her shoulder and cupped Leanne’s face with the other trying to coax her. She was now taking it in deep each time she slid it into her mouth and using both hands to stroke it. She gagged when her elbow slipped and it went in to far, but kept it in her mouth.

Karen encouraged her by firmly telling her to do it again only much deeper. Leanne dutifully obeyed and got almost my whole shaft in her throat before her head popped up with a very distressed look on her face letting loose with three hard gags, and went right back down on me. I watched the camera rapidly fire off several times Karen had caught it perfectly.

Leanne’s massaging of my shaft triggered an abundant release of pre-ejaculate. It must have squirted down her throat as her head bobbed up and she had this fearfully confused look on her face as she blinked her eyes wildly, gagged once then swallowed. A tear in one eye and the ugliest grimace I had ever seen. Her eyes looked like what just happened with one hand hiding her mouth she groaned, “Karen he just came in my mouth!”

“No he didn’t he’s just close. Like you and me when we get close we get wet. Now I want you to drink some.” She purred in Leanne’s ear and kissed it tenderly. Karen moved behind her again and started splashing her fingers in Leanne’s pussy. Leanne had started milking my shaft with long squeezing pulls and sucking on just the gland. I could hear her little grunts as she swallowed my juices.

“Leanne honey I think you better stop now, he is… getting close.” Karen cautioned and warmly directed, “Now climb onto the chair and put your feet between the arms and cushion that’s a girl.”

As she climbed on top Karen took my penis and guided it onto Leanne’s very warm and very wet vagina. Her vaginal muscles began squeezing me as her eyes rolled and her face became very soft. Leanne forgot her self for a few minutes as I slipped into her, and started kissing me passionately like we were the lovers. She was so wet and open my penis just slipped right in. Karen was rubbing our four nipples together; with each slip of our nipples Leanne’s vaginal muscles would grip and pull my penis into her then release it.

I heard Karen whisper; “I want you to turn around with him inside you.”

Leanne loudly sighed, “Ooh Karen he is so deep inside me, and I feel like I am going to explode. Uh! It almost hurts,” and turn face out she did and as she settled it slipped all the way in and Karen began kissing her clitoris, and explode she did! I have never had my penis squeezed so hard by vaginal muscles as I did that night.

Enough about Leanne and I for now, but I did manage two more positions before I came, and yes Karen did a good job of getting it all on film. So if you are still with me I know it isn’t because of what they are doing to me, it is in part the vicarious thrill we experience from hearing of the discovery of their passions and their will to live their life, nay sayers be damned.

How these two beautiful young women can come from two different states, parents, and have two years between them be some much alike in so many ways, meet and against the odds fall in love with each other and find happiness.

I slept on the couch that night and was awaken by their clanging around in the kitchen. I heard Leanne arguing with Karen over who will make the coffee Leanne’s argument was that Karen’s coffee was terrible I knew Leanne won out as Karen emerged from the kitchen with a little bit of a pout on.

“We scrap like that all the time. It never really seems to go anywhere it flares and then its over.” Karen related wistfully.

“I think all real married people scrap like that. I know my parents did and they are still together. I think they’ve had their thirtieth anniversary, and they are still having sex all the time.” I assured Karen. I couldn’t help but notice when Karen bent over to pick up some clothing that had been cast to the floor last night her buttocks and thighs were covered with hickys. Apparently, Leanne had a lot more passion left in her. Just then she came out of the kitchen with three cups of coffee.

“You should consider your self lucky I won the little tiff. Karen is not a cook bless her though she does try.”

“She messes up the kitchen and I clean up the kitchen.” Karen added cheerfully.

“Yea and a good job she does.” Leanne chimed in then gave Karen a lingering kiss.

“The rest of the house work is done by us both, but I think that Leanne does most of it. I think we have a conventional husband and wife relationship; the kind one would find a lot in the fifties and sixties.” Karen said quite happily.

“We like what we have!” they both said arm in arm, looking at me smiling warmly.

We went to a quiet country inn for breakfast it was a ways out of town but really good food. A good breakfast out is hard to find today. We talked about the reenactment of Karen’s proposal. I suggested that they dress up the way they did in really loose fitting sweats, even though it is a lot hotter than it was in February. We can go have that picnic at the beach, and I can take the shoot, other wise we will have to wait for next year.

Leanne was resolute with her wish to be married the week after graduation. Karen wanted to keep to the schedule as well, because her mother had finely agreed to give the bride away. Karen’s Dad was going to be gone for two maybe three weeks so it found it easy for to sneak out, and be gone for a week. There was some tension with her mother when she told her that she wanted to be wed to another woman. Karen was in tears for a while; I told her that if nothing else worked my mother was willing to give her away. That eased her sadness some but the relief on Karen’s face when her mother relented was unmistakable.

Both girls wanted to be dressed, as brides and they wanted their mothers to give them away, because as Karen put it ‘Two women are being married for their first time.’ It was at this breakfast that I asked them to tell me about the proposal. Leanne just started to sob a little and as her eyes dried slowly recounted the event as Karen sat by.

“The evening before Karen came into the kitchen and hinted at how much she liked picnics. I told her it was far too cold for one. I remember being really sad while I listened to her tell me what she wanted to eat; the fruits, raw veggies, breads and wine, because I thought for sure that this was a ruse so she could tell me that she wanted to break up with me. She was quiet all week and vague when she did speak, very hard to reach so I left her to herself.”

“I remember almost crying as I put the picnic together, and on the drive to the waters’ edge I kept thinking why the elaborate set up for a break up. I don’t know what else I was suppose to think we were so silent during the drive, but I do remember Karen never really looked angry just distant or distracted.”

“When we got to the beach it was deserted and no wonder it was freezing, and I was glad the wind wasn’t blowing. We through two tarps down and put our blankets on top, it took some time, but the cold of the ground still found its way through.”

“When we were finely set up and Karen offered me a slice of apple I sensed that the bomb was about to drop. As I let her put it into my mouth she asked me to be her wife. I heard the words but still I heard ‘it’s time to split…’ I just started sobbing wildly.”

Karen interjected, “I almost started crying because I thought I heard her say no. I was still being confused by my upbringing. I knew I wanted to spend my life with Leanne as my wife.”

“It was like I had been drugged I was so dizzy.” Leanne continued, “It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, and when they did I really started crying. I remember wrapping my arms around her and squeezing her so hard and gasping ‘Yes…!’ ‘Yes…!’ repeatedly. When I gained some of my senses, I said that I ‘want!’ to marry you. The bite of the cold was softened for a while, so we quietly lay together wrapped in a blanket. We were unable to finish the food we brought because of the cold but for a few minutes it was a warm sunny day. You should have heard her when she talked to her Mom. It sounded like some one did drop a bomb.”

“Yea my Mom was ‘pisssed…!’ and shocked, I still hear her shouting ‘How…! Am I going to tell Dad!”? Karen chimed in, “It took some talking but she agreed to letting it be ‘our’ secrete, and even more talking to get her to agree to give me away at the wedding. That conversation ended on a sour note as you both know, but she did finely cave in and called us last week. It was funny I was there listening for a while at first and Leanne was talking to my Mom like they were having a good talk.”

“We were having a good conversation!” Leanne interrupted, “We were exchanging pleasantries for the first time as ‘the betrothed.’”

As graduation neared it became clear that the wedding was going to be much more than a quiet little ceremony, even though the immediate family remained uninformed, it was still going to be an event. All twelve of the girls in the discussion group had R.S.V.P.ed to be there as flower girls, Leanne’s Journalism teacher sent a letter saying that she couldn’t make it because of family trouble but pledged the flowers, saying there are two brides so there should be twice as many flowers.

All three of our e-mails were being flooded with requests to be present at the ceremony and reception after the announcement made the school paper. The girls told me to e-mail invitations to everyone that contacted me, they would handle the others. Both of their mothers agreed to pay for and handle the wedding and catering arrangements. The beach where Karen proposed was selected as the first choice, but a church hall was reserved in case of rain.

My stomach was full of butterflies like I was the one getting married, not the photographer. I had trouble concentrating on the graduation shoot. After the party I noticed the girls were really going at it, both of their faces were glaring red. I walked over to see if I might be able to settle the dispute. It was good they were far enough in the background that no one noticed them huff at each other and stomp out in different directions, so I hid close by their car.

Sure enough my patience was rewarded they both arrived at the car at the same time, and when Karen said ‘I don’t want to fight about this,’ I snapped the pictures. There was enough ******t light I didn’t need a flash, but my noise interrupted their talk. I asked, “What was the trouble?”

“It’s funny that you should be here,” Leanne started, “We are arguing about you. Karen wants to document our wedding night, and I say we reenacted the proposal we can reenact the wedding night!”

“Karen. Leanne is right!” I interrupted, “I think the two of you should have a private night to consummate your vows. I think the three of us are having the flutters, and I’m not even getting married.”

“So you ‘will…!’ be there the next night?” Karen asked almost ordering me.

“I wouldn’t miss it!” I said lending a little levity.

“We want to start our honeymoon after the reenactment.” Leanne explained.

“We’ll be graduated and we want to take six months maybe more and go on a nice long honeymoon.” Karen chipped in.

Two days before the wedding their mothers showed up and we all had dinner at ‘The Boot.’ We got there around six and it was well after eleven before the party broke up, Karen went with her Mom and Leanne with hers’. I think we went through six bottles of wine and a bottle of port. I took close to a hundred pictures that night. Twenty of them found their way to the web site, but all of them are in their photo albums.

I remember waking up the morning of the ceremony and having a good cry, and wondered how the girls were doing this was their first separation since they became friends and lovers. I drove pass the beach cause the sun was out, and the park area was already set up, so I stopped for some before pictures. I remember some drama about the permit and not having enough notice, but with a little talking, we got that cleared up.

I grabbed some breakfast and started to set up my cameras, link them to two decks. I hired Jerry from my media class to run the remotes, and scan every one there, getting close-ups of them all at least twice. I was so anxious to see their glowing faces, their gowns, and hear the crowd when the brides arrive while I was mingling taking stills.

The three piece band a Flute, piano, a real piano, and guitar were playing the caterers were setting up for the reception, food, drink, the places to serve it and the tables to eat and drink on. The crowd was noisy because there were thirty-seven people not counting the staff. I was snapping this picture of a girl from campus her eyes were moist, when a hush went across the grounds. The band started to play the traditional ‘Here Comes the Bride’ and I saw the limos coming in from two different directions and park face to face.

It was straight out of the fairy tale books. They both had full length white gowns on with trailing veils. They each had six girls two carrying the veil, two carrying the dress bottom, and two girls throwing flowers. As mushy as this sounds the sun was pale to their glow. I called Jerry to make sure he had the cameras trained, while I climbed on a table to catch a clear shot of the bridal procession.

The ceremony itself was simple the vows were simple both of their mothers were crying as were a few people in the audience, and everyone there was solemn. We formed a line to the reception everyone kissing the brides and wishing the best of everything. The crowd was a happy crowd it thinned some after the ceremony, but there were still a lot of people present eating and drinking. There wasn’t any alcohol because it was I public beach, and we had a rule that no cigarettes were to be smoked; you had to cross the street to smoke.

Yes, somewhere the two girls, I guess now we can call them women, slipped away in one of the limos. They even escaped my notice, but no worries I knew where they went because; I was to show up at noon sharp. I arrived at the inn where we had breakfast once, and found a late brunch in progress.

I started snacking and snapping right off. My two women still had their wedding day glow on and they had put their gowns back on. Their mothers joined us soon after and we all talked and laughed. They had to leave early because they shared the same flight. The two new mothers in law were taking a short vacation to get to know each other. So we said our good-bys the girls and their mothers were all crying they even got my eyes wet, and then they were gone.

We sat at the table silently, sipping our orange juice and champagne. Leanne broke the silence, “Well Karen are you ready?”

“Yes I am. And you Kyle?” Karen asked as she smiled.

“I have my video cameras outside.” I assured.

“We think stills will be enough.” Leanne warmly said.

We went up to the room and they put their headdresses and veils back on, and I started taking pictures as they took turns removing their clothes, and with their veils in hand they turned to me and said goodnight and walked into the bedroom. I finely got the picture I wanted the one picture I wanted. It was funny to watch them walking away, their wonderful bottoms swaying and the hickys on Karen’s thighs through the door and closing it.

I was about to go when Leanne came out and whispered in my ear, “It is Karen’s turn.” I will spare you the details, the three of use made love into the evening. Both girls pleasured me orally, and each manipulated my penis to orgasm inside the other. I am not sure when I succumbed to exhaustion, but I awoke to an empty room, just the maid knocking at the door to see if we wanted the room freshened up. I said, “no,” as I looked around and I saw a happy face clown on the table by the window, it had two envelopes in its hand.

The first one read; we are off. We will e-mail pictures as we take them. Thank you very much love and kisses and signed Karen and Leanne. To my surprise the second one was a notarized letter from their lawyer declaring Leanne’s cabin and title belonged to me I just had to pick it up. And Oh a PS, If this is not acceptable or not enough payment for you’re work just have the bill for the balance ready and our attorney will settle with you no questions asked.

I felt alone, and in a sense, satisfaction in helping them achieve some personal goal. I knew and their mothers knew that they were really happy. I guess that a sense of emptiness comes, with most accomplishments. I guess I always knew that there was and is something special about those two. On the wall next to the anonymous couple, I put the picture of Karen hugging Leanne from behind in their kitchen, her eyes closed and she was breathing in the scent of her hair. The light was perfect and just enough of the sun was in the room to tint the room with a rosy glow, and still be darkly. I did steal that picture they didn’t know until I told them, and asked if I could keep it from posting it. They said be sure to send our moms a copy and one to us.

Like they promised the pictures started to come in, and like I promised each week I updated the web site. ‘twohappywomen.com’ and forwarded the positive e-mails. I remember looking at their faces so much color, their vacation honeymoon was agreeing with them. Each week there were two sets of pictures a ‘G’ set and an ‘R.’ I thought as I looked at the third weeks pictures they were getting better at taking pictures of the human body, their nudes were starting to come out titillating. I thought I might suggest that they start back going to the gym but no they are on vacation I said. Still Karen had obviously put a little more weight on than Leanne good food and good times will do that to a person male or female.

I received a actual letter from Leanne; there was four pictures actual pictures in it two sets of nudes a front both sides and of course a rear they knew that was my pet pose, so they both turned towards them selves, smiling at me. It wasn’t until I read the letter that the font pose them pushing their bellies out so made sense, it read. “Well the honeymoon is going very well, we’ve visited several parks, and have had some very special meals. We like what you’ve done to the site so keep up the good work. We are assuming that the house was sufficient for payment, but keep score and when a payment is due or needed do not hesitate to send a bill. Signed Leanne and Karen. The postscript read and oh yes the pregnancies are going just fine. PPS Karen said to say ‘hi Super Sperm’, and told me to tell you that she is carrying twins.”

I sat at the table stunned I am not sure how long. I looked at the first pictures again and a side profile, and there it was plane as day if you will, Karen was showing already. They both looked pregnant in the face, so I scanned back to the second week and yes, there they were. I spent so much time looking at their pictures that I could see it right off, now that I knew. Their faces had already gotten a little puffy and their lips had filled out by the second week. I thought it was just the fun and food.

I started a right profile of the girls; I mean that affectionately, from the wedding night on and updated it each week readying them for posting. I e-mailed them about the announcement and they wanted to wait until month seven or eight. By the sixth week, their bottoms filled out, and the eighth week they both were showing, of course Karen was a bit bigger. I was getting e-mail jpgs and you know the eight pictures on film, my private pets. It was in that mailing that Leanne had enclosed a short note, ‘Karen’s gift has grown,’ that was all it said, I knew what she was saying even if none of the pictures would show a hint I knew.

Their faces were now quite plump and amazingly arousing. They were not flabby at all they were still pert firm, their breasts filled out and yes they sagged a little. Their nipples grew, they both had big nipples to start with and now just to look at them in pictures is arousing.

The shock came in the sixth month letter and e-mails along with the pictures were the obituary of Karen’s Dad, ‘passed away suddenly’ it read. I guess that is one way of winning or getting the last word. I was glad to here that her father at least softened his stand and accepted his daughter’s wife, and then he was gone.

Leanne and Karen both wrote asking me to come out for a little visit and think about shooting their birthing. I remember how they looked in those pictures; their faces were so full and full of color, their bellies had gotten so big, and their bottoms still the wide smilers, but bigger. Their doctor said it would be fine because it was going to be an at home birth with the EMS. Crews standing by incase.

Their honeymoon was over and they were home with Karen’s mother. Leanne said her mom was there too because she had just been divorced and wanted to help. I flew out the next day and found a limo waiting at the airport. It was a long drive and we stopped for dinner, and the driver handled the dinner and tip.

I was met at the door by Karen, I was so surprised in just a little while she had gotten bigger I stuttered just a little when I asked, “How are you doing?”

“I’m big I feel big and the only time I feel comfortable is when I am walking around or laying on my side with a pillow between my legs.” She sounded tired of being pregnant, “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. I have sold a lot of pictures, and I have gotten a lot of requests for doing portraits.” I said cheerfully and asked, “Where is Leanne, and how is she doing?”

“She is really fine, she isn’t as pregnant as I am.” She said quietly smiling adding sarcastically, “As you well know Mr. Super Sperm. And Leanne… is, well… I sort of sicced her on my mom.”

“What!”? I nearly dropped to the floor with surprise.

“Yea. I swear that woman can seduce a dead man and make him cum. I doubt my dad ever really did mom any favors that way so I set Leanne on her. I’ve been listening for the last two hours and they are quiet now. And you? Do you need a lot of coitus?”

“No I am aroused already, I was as soon as we saw the house. And you sure it is alright?” I whispered as I stepped closer.
“The doctor says it is safe still, I just don’t want to lay down and I’ve been ready since the limo called. How is right here?”
Karen murmured as she stepped to the couch back and leaned on it for support and put her foot on the armrest.

I felt warmth in her voice and watched her as she lifted her dress, her movements were smooth and unrushed so seductive and the way she held her self so open, I found her compelling. I moved in and reached around to fondle her as I entered, so wet was she I slipped right in. I was so astonished as I wrapped my fingers around her clitoris at how much it had grown, and remembered Leanne’s letter, ‘Karen’s gift has grown.’ We stood there for the better part of an hour.

I stayed there for the weekend we went out for all the meals, the five of us talked for hours on end over wine or drinks laughing. The girls drank tea of course and ate several times a day. Neither of the girls made love with me again and I was fine with that. I think hearing her mother moaning and knowing what Leanne can do made her hot, I had very little to do with that first night.

I returned, as luck would have it, the day before the birthing. I brought all my cameras and set up two rooms for shooting video and still. It was amazing they went into labor only a few hours apart, Leanne first then Karen. Karen was the first to deliver, both twins came out with only a half hour between them, one boy and one girl, an hour later Leanne’s baby girl. Karen’s boy was seven pounds seven ounces, the girl was six pounds nine ounces, and Leanne’s girl was seven pounds even. Their names are Karen’s boy is named Kyle her baby girl is named Shari, and Leanne’s girl is called Sharon.

I hear from them every month in e-mails and jpgs for the site and me. The girls have started to look really good again and the family is doing quite well. Me? I’m okay I never really wanted a family and still don’t though I can visit any time. The three of us agreed I guess I felt ripped off but only for a second or two. I am a successful photojournalist that is monitoring a web site twohappywomen.com .

I watched this story straight from the beginning before they even knew me. It was in part my decision not to acknowledge their beauty nor look at them that endeared me to them both. I guess you could say I was border lining on being rude. I didn’t get the door for them or let them go first or offer to carry anything for them, and I didn’t try to engage them in idle conversation. You could say I ignored them, or treated them like regular people.

Anyway we know who we are, what we want, and where we are going. They know that they can come and visit me any time; and I know that I can run into them any time I want to. Grand mothers well they love watching their new grandchildren, and don’t mind their daughters gallivanting around the country as they put it. Don’t worry they know that they are mothers too and they do spend a lot of time with their children. And me; the whole world is my playground now. I really like stealing pictures of people being people.

The start well you know.

Hope you are still with me because I had a lot of fun writing this story.
Please send any constructive comments and feed back to writermike2003@yahoo.com .

10-01-2005, 11:05 PM
Great Story Mike hope there is a part two

10-19-2005, 10:02 PM
Hi Jolly 1
I have played with a couple of senairios and have come up with nothing to do the original story justis. I do think that Kyle is going to get caught taking candid pics though.

10-04-2006, 02:12 PM
Thanks...did you ever finish a part 2?......

12-02-2006, 06:44 AM
This has been quite popular for viewing.....;)

11-16-2008, 08:38 AM
great story and i do hope that you get the next one going soon.