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with another woman; I hope I don’t disappoint
him. As we said earlier, though, let’s just take it slow and see
how things develop. Okay?”
    “Sounds good to me.” I changed the
subject by asking about their lives and found out that Paul is a
copyright attorney and Lecia a drama teacher at an area high
school. She had come to Los Angeles several years earlier and tried
breaking into film acting, but, when she met Paul, she gave that
up, went back to college and became a teacher.
     
    *****
    The Anderson’s home, a one level
Spanish style house in an upper middle income neighborhood, was
near the UCLA Campus. Paul had arrived a few minutes earlier and
set things up–soft lighting with music in the background. On a
coffee table centered between a small sofa and a matching armchair,
a bottle of white wine was chilling an ice bucket. The furniture
arrangement struck me as unusual, and I suspected Paul had arranged
it just for this get-together.
    Lecia took my hand and guided me to a
position on the sofa then sat beside me. Paul poured the wine and
sat in the armchair. Obviously, they had planned for Lecia to be
the seductress, which suited me fine.
    “You said you’re new to L.A. Where
from?” Paul asked.
    “Connecticut. I just graduated from
Yale in June.”
    “Major?”
    “Filmmaking, with a specialization in
writing? I just finished the first draft of a script. In another
month or two, it should be ready for me to go out and pitch it.”
Paul was doing the talking, but I was acutely aware that Lecia’s
eyes followed my every move; so conscious in fact that her gaze
felt like a caress. Paul continued to ask questions. He was very
good at pulling information from me, and I talked freely of my
interest in Hollywood history. Regardless of what I talked about,
though, I couldn’t separate my mind from Lecia. She was inching
closer each time she picked up or set down her glass. When our eyes
met, I could see a hunger in them. She’d been unsure about making
love to a woman, but the look on her face told me she was
definitely ready.
    Soon Lecia’s hand rested on my thigh
and when I didn’t flinch or draw away, her soft fingers found one
of the wider slits in my dress and caressed the pantyhose covered
skin beneath. As the soft fingers inched toward my center, I felt
my pussy swell and grow wet. The anticipation of being seduced by
this beautiful woman, while holding a conversation with her
handsome husband had my insides melting. My concentration on Paul’s
questions faltered. I didn’t want to answer any more questions, I
only wanted to lie back and let Lecia take me, ravish
me.
    Then I realized Paul had stopped
talking. His eyes watched Lecia’s hand insinuate itself into the
large slit in my dress and move to my crotch. When her fingers
found the wet spot, I heard a moan push up from my throat. Leaning
back into the sofa soft cushions, I closed my eyes, and soon sensed
the closeness of Lecia’s face. I felt her breath on my face and the
firm touch of fingers trying to invade my pussy through the silken
barrier.
    When Lecia’s lips touched mine, the
kiss was almost chaste, just gentle pressure, and then her tongue
traced a line directly to my ear where she nuzzled and nipped for a
moment before returning to attack my mouth properly. This time I
felt the passion of her kiss; her tongue forced my lips apart,
invading, searching.
    When Lecia removed her hand from my
crotch, my eyes opened. She pulled back, and I saw hunger in her
expression. She brought her fingers, glistening with wet, to her
face, inhaling my scent, licking at the moisture. Her amazing blue
eyes searched mine for any sign of hesitation. Apparently finding
only lust in my gaze, she kissed me again and I opened, welcoming
the invasion of her tongue. Her hand found my left breast and,
through the fabric of my dress, traced a fingernail over and around
the erect flesh causing the center of my sex to clench, drenching
my already soaked panties,