Story Time (Updated 4-22-2013)

This is a story about New Years resolutions, love, sexy stories that end in hardcore humping, and the changing fortunes of time. As we all know, people get lonely and everyone wants some company during the New Year. Well, these two girls are very much in love and that fire is a hard thing to deny on a cold night.

I wrote this piece wanting to tell a specific story of a character, using the key points to fill in the holes to her personality that some might feel are missing, but ones that I've known have been there all along. To get the full effect of any of my stories, you're going to want to read my other stuff in my signature.

Story Time

Mandy

"Isn't it romantic?" Mandy bounded across the room. All bundled up from the blizzard outside, she kicked her boots off and began to unzip her coat.

"Isn't what romantic?" A woman older than Mandy, more mature in both body and mind, removed her sumptuous fur-lined boots and placed her heavy fur coat in the closet. Immediately she walked toward the hearth to start a fire and warm the room. She was amused by Mandy's bouncey nature and by her lovely curves. She had been all night so far.

"New Years Eve, silly! And the blizzard outside. It's romantic." Mandy wore clothes that made her seem far younger than she was. A pleated pink skirt and a matching pink top that hugged her globe-like breasts tightly. "Just think about it." She spun around on her feet, facing her friend who was kind enough to offer her mansion for the evening due to the blizzard that raged outside, whistling against the windows.

"What's so romantic about it?" The other woman used a hot poker to stir the coals of the fire and put on more wood with kindling. In moments, flames began to lick the edges of the log and would soon be aflame, rewarding everyone with it's comforting warmth.

"We're snowed in until morning. . ." Mandy said with a mischievous grin, walking right up behind the squatting woman who wore all black. "That means you. . . and me. . ." Mandy massaged her dear friends shoulders. ". . .next to a hot fire, making love all night long."

The older woman found herself smiling. Her blue eyes reflected the growing flames of the fire. She turned to meet the brightly dressed blonde behind her. Still on her knees, she looked up at Mandy. "I can't exactly argue with that. . ." She tugged the pink skirt down to the floor. Mandy wore no underwear. "Naughty girl. Dancing with all those people tonight. What would they say if they knew you had this?" The heavy penis between the pale thighs was no small stick of meat.

"What can I say? I'm a little bold around you." Mandy had the smallest, most gentle of blushes possible. She wasn't used to being so risque, but the mere presence of her darkly clad friend always emboldened her. Suddenly, she danced away on her feet, her lovers hands longingly lingering on the hips. "But I want to hear a story first."

"A story?" Incredulous, the olde