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Picture This Kristina Wright

I don't know when I first realized I liked girls. I just always remember having crushes on my girlfriends, imagining what it would be like to kiss their soft lips and to touch their bodies the way I touched my own. It wasn't until I was nineteen that I got to experience my adolescent fantasies and discovered that reality was infinitely more fun than daydreaming.

I was working in a photo shop near the beach in Fort Lauderdale, going to college part-time in the evening and learning the sex secrets of Canadian tourists during the day. Honestly, I learned more from the tourists than I learned from my professors, so it's not surprising I dropped out of college a year later and spent another ten years figuring out what I wanted to do with my life.

Tina Marie was the tech chick who fixed our photo equipment when it broke down (as it seemed to do on a monthly basis). She was a few years older than me and had short dark hair, a compact, well-muscled body from daily runs on the beach, and a Cuban heritage that had bequeathed to her an olive complexion, a husky accent, and a determination to get what she wanted. Lucky for me, the summer after I turned nineteen she decided I was what she wanted. It took her long enough, that's for sure. I'd known her for over a year, and we'd gotten to be casual work friends, talking and teasing enough to know that we liked each other. I was too shy to make the first move, and she seemed to take great pleasure in driving me crazy.

I'd called Tina Marie to come take a look at our film processor because the thing was clanking and banging along, filling the air with the peculiar smell of smoking chemicals. She showed up within the hour, swaggering into the lab wearing battered jeans with the knees ripped out and a thin white T-shirt over a sports bra.

July in Florida is an incongruous blend of sticky humidity outside and chilly air conditioning inside. Every business and restaurant seems to keep the thermostat on frigid, and our lab was no different. It was impossible not to notice Tina Marie's nipples poking out in the icy cold room. I tried hard not to stare as I explained the equipment problem to her, but she noticed the direction of my gaze.

"I know, I should wear something heavier, but it's fucking hot out there."

I laughed. "Sorry."

She shrugged it off. "I'd rather have you looking at me than the assholes at the main lab. Those third-shifters are freaks."

I left Tina Marie to wrangle with the processor while I helped customers and printed photos and tried not to make a fool out of myself while I watched her work. Douglas, the guy who worked evenings, came in about an hour into Tina Marie's visit. He ogled her ass as she bent over to reconnect the processor and let out a low whistle. The hum of the machinery was loud enough to keep Tina Marie from hearing him, but I still poked him in the ribs.

"Knock it off, Douglas."

"Sorry. Hard not to admire the scenery," he said with a toothy grin.

Douglas was a geeky photo tech with raging hormones and an impressive collection of dirty pictures acquired after years of making duplicates of naughty tourists' exploits. In other words, he was an utterly harmless pervert.

"You're not her type," I whispered as Tina Marie finished reconnecting everything.

"I know. You are," he said.

I didn't bother to argue, because Tina Marie was standing there looking at us. "He's right," she said with a grin.

I blushed and fumbled a stack of honeymoon pictures, sending them fluttering to the floor. The three of us knelt to pick them up and Tina Marie handed me the last picture, which happened to be a close-up shot of the brides bare breasts.

"Uh, thanks," I said, my face still burning as I took the photo from her and stood up.

"Yours are nicer."

Douglas wandered off, whistling softly under his breath as he gave me a "told you so" look.

"Well, thanks," I said again. She had me completely flustered. "Um, I'm going to lunch. Want to come with me?"

"Can't. I've got three more calls this afternoon, and if I don't leave now, I'll be at it all night."

"Oh." I felt like an idiot. I was just thankful Douglas wasn't standing there, making choking gestures. "Okay. Maybe another time."

"How about dinner when you get off work?"

That caught me by surprise. "Oh, um, yeah, that would be great."

"Cool. I'll meet you back here around five, okay?"

I nodded, unable to do anything but grin like a fool. I spent the rest of the afternoon in a daze. A happy, giddy, lustful daze. Even Douglas's teasing about making lesbo porn couldn't get to me.

I got tied up with a customer at four fifty-five and it was nearly twenty minutes after five before I could leave. Tina Marie was nowhere to be seen, and I could feel my good mood slipping away as I hung up my lab coat. It was Douglas who noticed the truck parked next to my car, and the hot-looking dyke leaning against it.

"Go get her, tiger," he said with a smack on my ass.

If I hadn't liked Douglas so much, and been so intent on getting to Tina Marie, I might have smacked him back. As it was, I just giggled and bounced out the door.

"Hey, thought I was going to have to come in and drag you out," she said.

"Sorry." There was no point in pretending to be cool because I was still grinning like an idiot. "But I'm here now."

She gave me the once over, slowly. "Yes, you are. Where to?"

"Whereever," I said. "I'm easy."

"Good." She grinned. "I know the perfect place."

The perfect place turned out to be a little diner with oyster shells on the floor and an open-air deck with an ocean view. We split a pitcher of beer and munched on fried clam strips as the dinner crowd came and went. It was well after nine by the time we were heading out to her truck at the far end of the parking lot. The temperature had dropped a few degrees, but the humidity was still high, making my shirt stick to my skin.

Tina Marie unlocked my door, and I thought she was leaning past me to open it, but instead she turned her head and kissed me. Her mouth was warm and tasted of beer, and I shivered when her tongue stroked my lips. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and I could swear I felt the sensation in my clit. I whimpered and pressed against her, feeling her nipples hard against mine in a way that had nothing to do with the air temperature.

We stood there, more or less plastered against the side of her truck, for several long, glorious minutes. I tucked my hands in her back pockets and held her close, reluctant to let her go now that I had her. My world shrunk to Tina Marie and her mouth on mine. I could feel myself getting wet, my cunt hot and swollen. I was barely conscious of the fact that I was rubbing against her thigh as she stroked my sweat-slick skin under my shirt.

She pulled back, breathing almost as hard as I was. Her dark brown eyes looked black under the dim streetlight. "I want to take you to my place. Is that cool?"

"Uh huh," I murmured against her neck. My hands were still buried in her jeans pockets and I made no effort to move them. "In a minute."

She put her hand on the back of my neck and gave my hair a little tug. "In a minute?"

"Yeah, in a minute," I said. "I'm not done kissing you."

I pulled her closer, feeling the hard edge of the door handle digging into my back. I didn't care as long as she was pressing against my front. We kissed for what felt like hours, until I was nearly panting with need. This time, I was the one who pulled back.

"Let's go," I said.

"Not yet." She nibbled my neck just below my ear. "I'm not finished with you yet."

I groaned in frustration. "Please?"

She laughed. "In a minute."

I opened my mouth to argue, but she did two things that prevented me from saying a word: she kissed me again and unbuttoned my pants. I gasped into her mouth as I felt her hand slide down the front of my pants and into my underwear. Her fingers found my wet, swollen clit and my entire body went rigid as she stroked me.

"Oh god," I moaned.

"Still want to leave?"

I shook my head, digging my hands into her ass. "Don't stop."

She didn't. Instead, she anchored me to her with one hand around my waist and the other down my pants. It was all I could do to remain upright as she played with me. If it weren't for her holding me up, I probably would have slid down the side of the truck and melted in a puddle in front of her.

She sucked on my neck, whispering to me in between nibbles. "You want me, baby? You want to get fucked right here in the parking lot?"

Part of me, the rational, reasonable part of me, was freaking out at the possibility of getting caught fooling around in public. The other part of me, the wet, horny part, didn't really give a damn if the entire city was sitting in beach chairs, munching on popcorn and watching Tina Marie get me off.

"Fuck me," I said, ignoring rational thought in favor of an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Good girl."

I tucked my head into her shoulder and closed my eyes as she slipped two fingers inside of me. She pulled them out and rubbed them, slick with my juices, over my clit. I whimpered and moaned against her, every muscle in my body screaming for release. Over and over, she repeated the motion, her fingers going deep inside of me before returning to my quivering, aching clit.

Finally, as if sensing I was at the breaking point, Tina Marie palmed my crotch and gave it a hard squeeze. I bucked against her, pressing my cunt up to her hand and gripping her shoulders as tightly as she was grabbing me. She pushed two fingers into me, never letting up on my clit. Standing there like that, with my pants now down around my ankles, Tina Marie's hand in my panties, and her fingers in my cunt, I came.

She didn't release her grip on me even when I pushed so hard against her we nearly fell over. She braced herself, holding me against the truck and riding out my orgasm with me. Every twitch of her fingers inside of me, every squeeze and release of her hand against my clit, sent ripples through my entire body. It was the longest orgasm I'd ever experienced, and when it was over, I couldn't do anything but lean against her and try to catch my breath.

Finally, I came to my senses and realized where we were and that it was very possible that someone had seen what we were up to. Tina Marie said something, but the blood was still roaring in my ears.

"What?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

She kissed me softly on the lips. "I said, are you ready to go back to my place now?"

I was but I wasn't sure I could move yet. So I just shook my head and smiled. "In a minute."

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