Portmanteau: More Than a Feeling: Part 2

Diamonds Are Forever. Journeys and choices.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Well, that was fucked, the dark-haired woman thought as she ran through the doors of Christie's Auction House on Boston's fashionable Newbury Street. No sooner had she exited the building when alarms sounded. So fucked.

Wearing a black Dolce and Gabbana double-breasted trench coat, which matched her jet-black hair, she walked fast with purpose toward a parked Tesla, clicking the remote. The car started, and the gullwing driver's door automatically opened.

Stick to the plan, she thought.

Moments earlier, the 3-minute countdown began when her gun came out. Clockwork. The guards walked the Red Scarlet to the auction room down an empty hallway; a quick and silent zap with the stun gun. The jolt was a lot, but they needed to stay down.

The box was grabbed, opened, the necklace removed, slipped between her tits, and secured by her bra. Quick and easy. One minute to go.

A brisk walk to the exit. Too easy. Alarms blared. Shit, they found the guards.

The lobby was chaos as security guards tried to lock the doors. Blending in with the crowd of auction attendees, she needed to get to the doors before they secured. She needed a distraction. Pulling the trigger on the tiny Baretta secluded in her right hand, she fired into the floor. The loud report of the gun sent people running and screaming.

"They've shot the guards," she screamed. The room became chaos, and she slyly joined the surge of the auction house patrons as they pushed through the doors and outside.

Three minutes over budget, but since she was about to get in the car, the extra time was a moot point.

It was not.

From around the corner, several police cars streamed onto the scene, blue lights flashing. The thief walked past the Tesla and headed for the subway station half a block ahead.

She was just 100 yards from the subway entrance when a squad car blocked the entry.

Stay coo l, she repeated in her head. Panic kills.

She looked around at the trendy shops in the area and then noticed a chic hair salon, Hannah and Her Scissor Sisters, at the basement level of the fancy brownstone shops. Heading down the stairs away from the action, she entered the salon, locking the door behind her.

Kaylin McCardle was swiping left on a dating app, cringing at each personality she found when she saw the woman hurry into the salon and lock the door behind her.

"I'm Sorry," Kaylin said. We don't take walk-ins, so you'll need to call or go online to make an appointment."

"Close this place for the rest of the day. I'll pay you $1,000 to close it," the woman said.

"I can't ...$1,000? You'll pay me $1,000 to close?" Kaylin asked, unsure if she heard right.

The negotiation ended when the woman pulled out a handgun and held it to Kaylin.

"Ok, yeah, sure, we're closed," Kaylin stated.

"Move away from the door and windows," the woman said, guiding Kaylin to the back of the salon out of view of the front of the shop.

In the light, Kaylin noticed her striking features. Sculpted cheekbones and dark glasses set against alabaster skin contrasted with her long jet-black hair.

As the woman headed to the back, Kaylin noticed the blue strobe lights of squad cars through the window that looked up to the sidewalk.

"Something going on out there?" Kaylin asked.

"Nothing you need to worry about."

"And here you are with a gun, and I'll stop talking now," Kaylin replied.

"Wise idea. I have no problem with you. I need to lie low, and then I'll go. Get me a garbage bag."

Kaylin grabbed a garbage bag from the shelf. Then she turned back to see the dangerous stranger had taken off her black leather trench coat revealing a skintight Furstenberg mini long sleeved cross over ribbed top with a cold shoulder that descended to a V below her cleavage, offering an eye-popping view of the curvature of her large round tits. Her black leather leggings outlined an athlete's muscular legs and an alluring thigh gap.

The woman stuffed the leather coat in the trash bag.

"I need you to dump this. Burn it if you can."

"That's like a ten-thousand-dollar D and G coat. It's wicked nice," Kaylin protested, "I can't chuck it."

"Keep it, but you may not want to wear it for a while."

"Oh my God, did you rob a bank wearing this? Oh, wow."

A loud rapping on the shop door startled the two. The dark-haired woman grew concerned and paced like an animal trapped.

Kaylin looked at the security camera monitor and saw two officers at the door.

"Is there a back way out?" the dark-haired woman asked.

"There is, but the cops are back there, too." Kaylin pointed to the security camera monitor showing a squad car blocking the back alley.

"You serious about the $1,000?"

"Yes."

"Make it $3,000, and I'll get rid of them."

"Deal."

"Sit in the first chair," Kaylin said, then guided her unexpected guest to the chair furthest from the door.

Covering the woman with a cloth, she quickly reclined the chair and smeared thick cream on her face. Then, she grabbed a wig off a shelf and wrapped a towel around her head.

The police kept rapping on the door. Kaylin ran to the front and unlocked it, letting them in.

"Were you knocking? I had the hair dryer on back there. What's going on?" she said with childlike innocence.

"Robbery at Christie's. We think the thief is still around."

"Who is Christy?" Kaylin asked.

"Christie's the auction house. You see anyone? The suspect is a woman in a black coat, black hair, and dark glasses," the cop asked, trying to look past Kaylin.

"No, I've been with a client, so, no."

"Mind if we come in?" the older cop asked, not waiting for permission to enter.

The front of the shop was small, with only six chairs. All were empty except for the last chair, where the woman in question lay reclined with cold cream on her face and a towel around her head.

Kaylin tapped her on the shoulder, and she pretended to wake up from dozing off.

"Oh, dear. I think I was asleep. What time is it?"

"How long have you been here, Ma'am?" the cop asked.

"My appointment was for 4 PM, so more than an hour? What's going on?"

"Armed robbery down the street. The thief made off with some jewelry. A necklace, I think. Worth millions."

Kaylin dropped a tray of brushes upon hearing the figure, getting the officer's attention. The woman shot her a nasty look that said play it cool.

"Are we safe in here? Should we leave?" the thief asked.

"We would prefer you remain here until we finish our canvas. Odds are the perp is gone, but let us do our job."

The cops moved to the door, and the older cop stopped and turned back to examine Kaylin and her client.

"Do you mind removing that towel so I can see her hair?" the cop asked.

"My hair? It's a mess," the thief said with reluctance.

A bead of sweat trickled down Kaylin's neck as she carefully removed the towel to reveal a mop of wet blond hair.

"Sorry for that. The woman we're looking for has black hair. Just making sure."

The cops left, and Kaylin quickly locked the doors behind them.

Turning back to the mysterious woman, Kaylin was flushed. Her heart was racing; she had never felt more invigorated. She wasn't a rule breaker and had never lied to a cop before, but now she was harboring a fugitive, which was the most exciting moment of her existence.

"Be careful. That thrill can turn into a drug," the thief said.

"What thrill?"

The woman pointed to Kaylin's tight top, specifically to her nipples, which were firm and erect.

"Trust me. The tits don't lie. When I'm taking a score, you could cut glass with my nipples," she said. "This is my drug; I don't suggest it for you."

Instinctively, Kaylin crossed her arms to hide her telltale tits.

"I could rob banks. All you have to do is wave a gun," Kaylin stated in defiance.

The thief sat up and wiped the cold cream off her face while pulling off the blond wig.

"Well, I guess I can cut and color hair. Just get me some Miss Clairol and a scissor and I'm in business," she replied with an attitude.

"No, it's not that simple."

"Neither is taking down a score. So, you stick to what you do, and I'll stick to what I do."

"Speaking of what I do, why the black hair when you've got gorgeous red hair?" Kaylin asked.

"How do you know about my red hair?"

"Girl to girl, whoever does your roots is a hack," replied Kaylin with professional pride.

"You can do better?"

"Let me color you back to your natural color. I've got people from Brookline who pay $500 to get the hair you have under that black shit job. Besides, it wasn't a redhead who robbed the bank. But this is going to take some time."

The thief could see some police lights down the street. There was nowhere to go for now.

"I guess I need to kill a few hours anyway."

"Great, I've got some photos of redheads, you point me to the one that matches your hair the best, and I'll mix up a blend," Kaylin said.

"I'll show you a sample," the thief replied.

"Sure, where?"

Without a word, the thief stood, unbuttoned her leather pants, and dropped them to reveal two things. First, she had no panties, and second, she was sporting a well-coiffed full bush of fiery red pubic hair.

Kaylin's eyes were transfixed on the glorious sight before her. She remained frozen as she processed the view, and then three words came to her mind.

"Mary Margaret McCardle," She said flatly.

The thief's eyes widened, and she grabbed her gun, pointing it at Kaylin, who continued staring at her pubic mound transfixed.

"What did you say?"

"Mary Margaret McCardle. You're Mary Margaret McCardle. Saint Magnus High School, like ten years ago. You were a senior when I was a freshman."

The thief pulled her pants quickly up.

"You looked at my snatch and know who I am?"

"I would never forget that perfect patch of red hair. I helped with the girls' basketball team. When you guys took showers, I handed out the towels. I had a huge girl crush on you."

"Who are you?"

"Kaylin Leary, my sister Clare was in your class."

"Clare's kid sister? I think I remember you. You had braces, acne, bad hair, and no tits."

"Yeah, well, the skin cleared; the haircut improved." Kaylin pointed at her small tits, "The tits were an A cup back then. I've got them up to a B cup, so maybe some tits."

Mary Margaret took an extra-long look at Kaylin's tits, noticing the nipples remained hard as rocks.

"You went to Harvard; now you're doing armed robbery?" Kaylin asked.

"I graduated with a degree in Art History and $200,000 in debt," Mary Margaret remarked.

"Art History, maybe the wrong major," Kaylin chided.

"Maybe, maybe not. Someday Harvard's Fogg Museum will realize they are missing three Marc Chagall prints. Covered my tuition and a McLaren."

Mary Margaret looked around the salon. "So, you're doing hair in a fancy Newbury Street salon. You own the place? You going by Hannah these days?"

"Hannah is a dude. He calls us stylists his scissor sisters, so...Hannah and her Scissor Sisters."

"Clever guy," Mary Margaret remarked.

"I'm saving money to buy the place. Hannah wants to move to Provincetown with his boyfriend, but the cost to take over is $300,000, and I'm nowhere close to that."

A little nervous, Kaylin went to a color chart and pulled out several red cards. She turned to Mary Margaret.

"Would you mind? Can I get another look?" Kaylin asked timidly.

"Something tells me you could do this from memory. But have at it."

Mary Margaret slid down her pants for the second time, revealing her perfect womanhood and wild red mane.

"I've always liked a full bush. Shaved pussies are to please men by making a woman look like a child," Mary Margaret explained. "Me, I don't worry about what men want."

"It's actually kind of captivating," Kaylin replied. "I mean, I've seen hair on a cunt before, but this one, the red, the woman-scaping. I mean, wow."

Kaylin got on her knees, placing Mary Margaret's naked pubic region inches from her face, and held the cards up to the natural red pubic hair; first one card, then another.

She was close enough to smell her musk, which was pleasant and inviting. Kaylin's hand shook slightly as she continued with the cards, then focused on three.

The curls of Mary Margaret's pubic hair came over the sides of the card. The slit of her cunt was open slightly, and Kaylin could swear she saw a bead of dew forming on her pearly clit.

Nervously, she studied the cards while stealing a glance at the red garden, which had been part of her self-pleasuring fantasies for years. Realizing she was lingering, she stood up and held the winning card. "Boudica. That's your color."

Mary Margaret pulled up her pants. "Are you done, or do you want to do some more sightseeing?"

Nervously, Kaylin responded, "Oh, yes, sure. No, I got what I needed. I can work with that."

Mary Margaret sat back in the chair as Kaylin collected items for the hair color session.

"How's Clare?"

"She's a lawyer now. A good one if you ever need a lawyer. Considering your profession, you might. She's getting married."

"To a guy?"

"Of course, yes, Jimmy Demarco from school."

"That guy had a pretty big cock," Mary Margaret said with a laugh."

"You slept with Jimmy Demarco?" Kaylin asked, somewhat shocked.

"No, but I gave him a hand job for his 19th birthday."

"Why did you question her marrying a guy?" Kaylin asked.

"I always hoped your sister was batting for my team. Well, a girl can dream," Mary Margaret replied.

"Well, she doesn't."

"But you do," Mary Margaret said with an all-knowing smile.

"Me? What? How?" Kaylin said with faked indignation. Realizing she was outed, she resigned herself.

"How do you know?"

"The short fingernails tell me you are dating and don't want to give your fling a sting with sharp nails. It's not a requirement, but certainly a courtesy. Also...I lifted your phone when you were talking to the cop. You have three lesbian dating apps, all open. Tough times?"

Kaylin got a little heated. "I'm between relationships, and I'm not into the bar scene, and...why am I explaining this to you? Please stay out of my phone and my personal life."

Quickly, Kaylin reclined the seat, so Mary Margaret's head could rest in the wash basin and began wetting her hair.

"I heard a rumor you did Sister Lady Gaga after senior prom," Kaylin said.

"Sister Grace? Not after prom. It was the senior picnic. She needed some spiritual guidance, and I helped her see the light," Mary Margaret replied.

"She was hot, even with the nun's habit on," Kaylin added.

"You should have seen her without it. Perfect big tits, nipples like pencil erasers, and a dark full bush. She tasted like patchouli and jasmine. Damn, I love a full bush."

"So, I've seen."

"Well, from the time you spent sniffing around mine, I assume you do too."

Kaylin blushed at being called out for her tourist trip through Mary Margaret's red forest.

"Well, you wouldn't like mine."

"Shaved?"

Kaylin nodded.

"Stop trying to please the boys. Please yourself," the redhead said.

"What exactly did you take from Christie's?" Kaylin asked, changing the topic.

"A necklace."

"That's all? I've shoplifted more than a necklace."

"This is the Red Scarlet. It sold for 5 million in 2012. Rubies and diamonds."

Mary Margaret smiled, reached into her bra, and pulled out the purloined necklace.

Kaylin approached the magnificent item and examined it. Its 26 oval-shaped pigeon blood Burmese rubies created a floral effect, making the necklace resemble a lei of flowers.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. What will you do with it?"

"Me? Nothing. But I have people who pay for these things. The perks of joining the international student society at Harvard. Lots of oligarchs and warlords send their kids to school there."

Putting the necklace back in her bra, Mary Margaret relaxed, and Kaylin got down to business. For the next hour, they talked about their days at St. Magnus, their classmates, and the nuns. For both women, it was a trip down memory lane.

The conversation turned to relationships. Mary Margaret admitted to never being penetrated by a man. She had sex with several men, but she treated them as a woman each time, making them perform oral sex on her and then masturbating them with her tits. At first, it was hesitancy about going all the way, but after a while, it was about manipulating men to please herself.

Kaylin had sex with a man after high school. A much older man who commanded her to get on all fours and face the wall as he rode her from behind. She liked being penetrated, but then he would turn her around and cum in her mouth, demanding she swallow it. The manipulation and taste were not for her. Men made her feel like cattle.

Her upstairs neighbor, Beth, who was married to an MIT professor, showed her the way. He would leave for weeks on research trips, and Beth, who didn't like to be alone, would stay with Kaylin. It was during those overnights they began their Sapphic exploration.

Beth and her husband moved, and since then, it had been nothing but blind dates and app dates.

The intimate conversations passed the time, and after three hours, the black was gone from Mary Margaret's hair, and Kaylin was well into painting the red color.

"You hungry? I've got half a cold pizza and a few bottles of chardonnay for the suburban moms to sip during a cut," Kaylin offered.

"Starved. Bring it on."

Kaylin came out of the back room with a pizza box and two bottles of wine.

"We've got a Sauvignon Blanc and a Pinot Gris."

Mary Margaret took the bottle of blanc, pulled the cork, and took a long drag.

"I'll take the blanc. You get the gris," Mary Margaret said with a wink and smile.

"Ok, guess we're going to shotgun it. So classy."

Less than an hour later, several bottles lay empty on the counter.

Mary Margaret's hair was in the final stages as Kaylin blew it out while brushing vigorously. Slowly, she turned the chair so that Mary Margaret could get her first good look at herself.

The woman in the mirror was unrecognizable from the dark-haired mystery female who had entered the shop a few hours earlier.

Mary Margaret was taken by her own image. Her perfect alabaster skin was offset by the flaming mane of red hair, which tossed and curled in a carnal and animalistic way.

Kaylin stood back with pride. "Now, that's the Mary Margaret I had a crush on."

Mary Margaret stood and leaned into the mirror, examining the roots, but there were none. She was sheer perfection; as natural a redhead as she was years ago and obviously someone she missed dearly.

"I...love...it," Mary Margaret said with a smile, then quickly turned to give Kaylin a surprise hug of appreciation.

Kaylin felt Mary Margaret's body press against hers during the embrace and closed her eyes, getting lost in a flash fantasy in which she and Mary Margaret were entwined together on an exotic beach.

Eyes closed, she licked her lips as the embrace lingered, then felt the soft pressure of lips upon hers. Breaking from her fantasy, she opened her eyes to see the lips were real, and the hug of appreciation from Mary Margaret had evolved into a grasp of passion.

Kaylin responded by opening her mouth slightly. Mary Margaret took advantage of the invitation, gently probing with her tongue, then put her hands on Kaylin's face, keeping her close as their gentle kiss became more impassioned.

Kaylin's lips were naturally thick and plump, which gave the appearance of pouting. Mary Margaret moved her tongue along Kaylin's lower lip, suckling it like a nipple and sending tingling waves through Kaylin's body.

The redhead then stopped and pulled back. "I'm sorry, I'm tipsy is all. I didn't mean to”

Kaylin looked at the red-haired goddess, then pushed for another deep kiss. This was a window of opportunity she had no intention of letting close.

Mary Margaret's body reeled in anticipation when the younger woman pushed their lips back together.

With her back to the cutting station and mirrors, Mary Margaret took a step back and undid the buttons of her pants again, lowering them but this time taking them all the way off. In the glow of the soft lights, Kaylin smiled at how perfectly her hair color job matched the natural colors of the moist and glistening red curls of the older woman's pubic mound.

Sitting on the salon tabletop, Mary Margaret spread her legs open. Her inflamed labia was as red as the tight red pubic curls that adorned it. Her legs opened like a curtain before a movie revealing her moist pussy lips. Her secretions dribbled down the bottom of her entrance and pooled on the counter. She was wet and ready.

Kaylin needed no further invitation and dropped to her knees, placing Mary Margaret's red pleasure directly in her face. The first taste of the scarlet pussy was a passionate desire she had since high school, one that kept her lost in wet daydreams from afar. As her tongue creased the intense heat of Mary Margaret's opening, she was now into the stuff of her dreams. Dreams which made her wake up soaked in sweat and her panties painted in passion wetness.

Mary Margaret's head went back as Kaylin worked her clit with her tongue. Placing a hand on the back of Kaylin's head, Mary Margaret pulled the younger woman's face against her opening, reeling from the pressure it put on her nerve endings.

Still working her tongue around Mary Margaret's vulva, Kaylin slid several fingers into Mary Margaret's pussy and curled them upward, finding the soft sponginess of her G-spot. Kneading it slowly at first, she increased the tempo.

Keeping her fingers working inside Mary Margaret, she rose and hovered close to her face. The redhead inhaled her scent on Kaylin's face, then greedily licked her essence remains with her wide tongue.

Mary Margaret pulled aggressively at Kaylin's top, causing her nipples to strain against the sheer cloth. The top tore open with an insistent second tug, revealing Kaylin's small tits.

"That was an expensive top."

"Put it on my tab," Mary Margaret said.

She then attacked Kaylin's nipples with the ferocity and delicateness only a woman could understand and provide.

Circling each areola and then capturing each long nipple in her teeth, the suction Mary Margaret provided caused both nipples to engorge and the tips to dimple.

Kaylin opened her eyes to see herself in the three mirrors surrounding the workstation. The mirror behind Mary Margaret showed the heart shape of her bare ass as it flared outward.

Kaylin leaned back with a purpose, so Mary Margaret would have to lean into her to keep suckling her tits. Leaning forward caused the redhead's ass to rise and flare, revealing her rose-red pucker, which pulsed from the sensation.

Mary Margaret led by standing and taking Kaylin's hand, guiding her to a plush couch nearby. Standing and facing one another, Kaylin was topless, and Mary Margaret was bottomless, and both realized that would need to change.

Kaylin pulled down her skintight yoga pants to reveal a pink thong. Mary Margaret slipped her red top off, presenting her large tits supported by a lace mesh bra that mashed against her nipples, trying to keep them flat with little success.

"Wait," Mary Margaret stated, then undid her bra, allowing her large tits to fall free. The Red Scarlet necklace fell out and caught it in her hand.

She opened the clasp and secured it around Kaylin's neck. Kaylin admired herself and the jewels in the mirror.

"Let's see how rich people fuck," Mary Margaret said as she slid her hand into Kaylin's thong to find her hairless pussy soaked and waiting. Her fingers glided inside the younger woman with a silken caress, then forcibly upward, almost lifting Kaylin off the ground.

Kaylin's knees buckled with the sensation. She grasped Mary Margaret's arm, moving it up and down slightly. Mary Margaret took the initiative to add a third finger and the tip of her thumb and stretch the walls of Kaylin's pussy until she groaned with pleasure, and the redhead continued to work her as her clit swelled and her wetness flowed.

"Let me taste it," Kaylin whispered.

Mary Margaret complied, taking her glistening fingers from within Kaylin and holding them to her face. Kaylin licked her essence off Mary Margaret's fingers, pulling the redhead close to do the same. As they tongue-bathed Mary Margaret's fingers, the two met in a deep kiss.

Kaylin placed her hands on Mary Margaret's large tits, kneading them lightly, then planted her mouth over Mary Margaret's left tit and circled her nipple. Immediately, Kaylin realized these were the softest tits she had ever encountered. Like pillows filled with down, these tits practically melted in her mouth.

Grabbing a handful of Kaylin's thong, Mary Margaret ripped it free, revealing Kaylin's perfectly shaven pussy shimmering with moisture. Kaylin's pussy lips were pronounced, and the edges were dark purple in darkness, almost black. Set against her soft white skin, the dark edges of her labia perfectly outlined the entry to her cunt.

Mary Margaret backed up then, sat on the couch with her legs open, and began the masturbate herself while looking at Kaylin's clean pussy.

Kaylin approached and bent down to taste the redhead's sweetness again when Mary Margaret pulled her in by the arm. Kaylin found herself across Mary Margaret's lap, face down on the couch with her hairless twaut over the thick red-haired pussy and her ass positioned up in the air.

She was positioned like a misbehaving child on an angry mom's lap, and she wondered if Mary Margaret planned to spank her. She tightened up, expecting the sting of a slap.

"Relax," Mary Margaret whispered, then using her right hand, massaged Kaylin's pussy from behind while her left hand held her ass cheeks open for access. Kaylin reacted to the awkward pussy massage by bucking her ass up and down.

Mary Margaret intensified as she put her finger in her mouth, wet it, placed it on the edge of Kaylin's tight ring and drew lazy circles around her starfish.

Working both hands at once, Mary Margaret was driving Kaylin into a frenzy, evident by the gush of wetness from deep within her. Kaylin looked back, biting her lip while trying to get a better view when Mary Margaret pushed her finger through the tight ring of Kaylin's ass, finding the smoothness beyond the barrier. Kaylin's mouth opened, letting a gasp escape.

"Oh, that feels so...strange," Kaylin whispered.

"You've never...?"

Kaylin shook her head no, unable to verbalize that Mary Margaret was entering virgin territory. With a slightly sadistic smile, Mary Margaret kept at it, adding in a second finger, bringing a little pain to add to the pleasure.

"If I had a strap-on, I would fuck your sweet little ass," the redhead stated.

The thought of Mary Margaret with a large plastic strap-on excited Kaylin. She imagined the aggressive redhead driving the molded plastic phallus into her pussy and ass.

"Next time," Mary Margaret said as she kneaded at Kaylin's ass.

Praying there would be a next time, Kaylin's muscles started to spasm slightly. She knew the cumming sensation and tried to fight it off. Pushing with her inner muscles, she tried to expel Mary Margaret's fingers.

"Don't make me cum yet," she pleaded, "I want to cum with you."

Knowing she could send Kaylin over the orgasm line with a little more pressure, Mary Margaret complied and withdrew her fingers but kept kneading at the younger girl's pussy with her open hand.

Slowly, Kaylin crept away from Mary Margaret to the opposite end of the couch. Each woman lay on their back with open legs facing the other. Mary Margaret massaged her own clit, then slid her hand down into her moist opening until she found her wanting G-spot. On the opposite end of the couch, Kaylin waited until the near orgasm subsided, then did the same.

"So, how does it feel to fuck your high school crush?" Mary Margaret taunted.

"I'll tell you after she makes me cum," Kaylin replied.

"Trib me," The sexy redhead both demanded and asked nicely. "Let me feel your clit on mine."

Kaylin smiled at the idea. She crawled over to Mary Margaret until she was above her, then straddled atop her allowing her bare pussy to touch Mary Margaret's pussy. Separating her lips to reveal her swollen inner self, she pushed back the hood of skin that was trying to hide her clit. The redhead did the same until her clit was revealed in a wet field of flesh.

Mary Margaret could not remember the last time she was at the bottom of a tribbing session. She was always on top, commanding the action, like a man fucking a woman, but this girl was fucking her, and she liked it.

Kaylin then pressed her pussy to Mary Margaret's and slid up and down her wet fur allowing their clits to rub with each pass.

But with Kaylin on top gently riding her, it felt natural and relaxed, and best of all, she could look up at the sexy woman atop her wearing the multimillion-dollar necklace that brought them together.

Mary Margaret whispered, "How did I miss spotting you back at St. Magnus?"

Kaylin didn't answer and kept sliding her clits over the redhead, then sat back to take in the view of Mary Margaret's large tits.

Taking four fingers, Kaylin gently prodded at Mary Margaret's pussy, pushing it open. Wet and lubed from the intensity of their lovemaking, the fingertips went in quickly, disappearing through her red forest and inside her cunt.

Mary Margaret grunted with a bit of pain as Kaylin gently massaged her pussy from the inside. It was unexpected, but the sensation was more than pleasurable.

"Shush," whispered Kaylin, bringing her face to Mary Margaret's ear. "Relax. Let me in. Let me all the way in."

Not used to taking commands, Mary Margaret's first thought was to reverse the situation. But Kaylin held firm and pushed her hand harder. Now only her thumb was outside the redhead's pussy.

Kaylin's four fingers went deeper into Mary Margaret's twaut, causing her to moan and squirm.

"Shush," Kaylin whispered again into her crush's ear.

They put their lips together in a kiss as Mary Margaret opened her legs wide, then even wider, allowing Kaylin to slide her fingers in deep, then deeper, but still, her thumb remained out.

"I'm putting the whole hand in. Are you ready for that?"

Mary Margaret could hardly speak from the overwhelming sensation of pressure but brought her hand down and curled Kaylin's thumb so it could join the other fingers in her widened pussy. She was ready.

Kaylin's hands were small, but her fist was still a challenge for Mary Margaret, and she let yet another groan as it slid inside her, causing air to escape with a gentle queef.

Her extremities went numb, her hand clenched tight on Kaylin's wrist, and her right hand groped wildly for something to grab, finally finding Kaylin's thigh.

"Oh, it feels so good. So good," the redhead moaned.

Kaylin gently moved her fisted hand in and out, slowly causing Mary Margaret to flail.

"Do you feel it?" Kaylin asked, already knowing the answer.

Mary Margret nodded between breaths and then arched her back from the probing pushing against Kaylin's fist.

"Don't you try to push me out,' Kaylin scolded.

"I'll behave," Mary Margret said in a submissive voice, then squirmed with pleasure, unable to catch her breath. Her legs were now wide open, and even though untouched, her tight pink asshole began to gape.

"It hurts, but that's so good," the redhead moaned.

"You want me to stop?" Kaylin offered.

"No," she said between groans. "I like it; I really like it. I feel so full. So full."

If she had anything more to add, it was lost in the swelling orgasm that was starting to form in the walls of her pussy all around Kaylin's fist.

The redhead's muscles went rigid, and Kaylin could feel her hand trapped as the red-haired pussy lips sealed around Kaylin's wrist in a tight grip. Mary Margret's orgasm hit first and then again and again. It was a series of waves so intense she began to develop tunnel vision as if she might pass out.

Kaylin could feel her lover's reaction via her enclosed fist. A wash of Mary Margaret's fluids moved over her hand and wrist, dripping onto the couch. The sensation of bringing her crush to multiple orgasms was too much; she went stiff as her pussy pulsated in a mutual and matching orgasm created by the passionate connection alone.

All that could be heard after the mutual moaning subsided was the heavy breathing of both women. The panting slowed, their breath returned, and then slowly, with care, Kaylin removed her hand from Mary Margaret's confines. They remained wrapped in the other's arms, exchanging kisses. Unable to move, they held tight until they both drifted to sleep.

Hours later, Kaylin woke to find herself still naked on the couch, covered by a blanket. Still basking in the post-orgasmic glow, she turned to see Mary Margaret dressed and wearing a Red Sox sweatshirt. Feeling around her neck, she could see the Red Scarlett was gone.

"I borrowed this sweatshirt from the back."

"You're leaving?" Kaylin asked.

"People to see, places to go," Mary Margaret offered in a non-comital way.

"Will I see you again?" Kaylin asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.

"My work tends to keep me on the move, and I'm not sure it's the best thing to stay in one place very long," Mary Margaret offered coldly.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I get it. Yeah, of course," Kaylin said with feigned support.

Mary Margaret gave Kaylin a deep kiss, something far better than a one-night stand peck and run. Kaylin closed her eyes to enjoy it.

Without words, Mary Margaret unlocked the door and walked up the stairs to the street level. Kaylin could see her legs as the redhead no one was looking for walked away and vanished into the morning foot traffic on Newbury Street.

Four weeks later, the salon was full; Kaylin was hard at work alongside the other scissor sisters when the shop owner, Hannah, came in with a fabulous redhead wearing a very sharp and expensive Tahari suit that revealed nothing yet revealed everything.

"Scissor sisters, an announcement! Ladies. Please. This is Isabella McLaren, the new owner of Hannah and her Scissor Sisters! That's right bitches, I am off to Provincetown!"

The scissor sisters cheered for Hannah, giving him hugs, but Kaylin walked up to Mary Margaret and gave her a polite handshake.

"Ms. McLaren, do you know much about the salon business?"

"And you are?" Mary Margaret asked, looking at her like a stranger.

"Oh, sorry. Kaylin Leary, one of your employees."

"Nice to meet you, Kaylin. Would you mind showing me around? Let's start in the back," she said, walking past with a faux bitchy attitude.

Kaylin entered the back room, unsure what game Mary Margaret was playing, only to be met with a deep embrace and an enthusiastic kiss from her former hostage taker, sexual conquest, and now boss.

Kaylin pulled back and looked at Mary Margaret with a smile.

"I don't know shit about running a business, so this one is yours if you want it," Mary Margaret said, "and one more thing, I don't know shit about relationships, so this one is also yours if you can figure out how to make this work."

Kaylin smiled and moved in for a close embrace and another passionate kiss.

"I'll make it work; we'll make it work."

Diamonds are Forever

Diamonds are forever.

Sparkling 'round my little finger.

Unlike men, the diamonds linger.

Men are mere mortals who.

Are not worth going to your grave for.

© Emi Unart Inc.

To be continued in part 3. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 4 parts, for Literotica.