I first heard the words, she is 'Dancing with the Devil', from one of the old men sitting on the bench outside of the wine store just off the Indian reservation.

Drinking their wine from their bottles of wine hidden by the brown paper bags, and referring to the attractive lady walking by the store. I didn't know the meaning but since I knew the lady I had a feeling it meant that she was like me, part Ojibwa Indian and part French. A half breed.

Running home I asked my Mom what the men had meant by saying that lady was 'Dancing with the Devil', and although she didn't tell me what it meant, she grilled me where I had heard that saying and then told me they were nasty old men and I should stay away from that area, and to never use that phrase because it was nasty.

So it was back to life in general doing my school studies and passing from grade to grade, although I did excel at sports, swimming in particular, and since I had grown up to be busty like my Mom I had to slap the boys away who wanted to touch me.

It wasn't until I had turned 14 that I came to realize that I was different from other girls. I had no interest in dating boys, although I had been asked out many times, I just told them that my Mom wouldn't let me go. It was a lie but it kept them away.

I would use the public computer at the library and I found out that I must be a lesbian because I was interested in how other girls looked, and smelled, although I was too shy to ever approach any of them, from time to time I would get a look from a girl who would smile at me as if to tell me that she liked girls also.

I wish I could say that I had many sexual relations with other sweet smelling girls, but the truth of the matter is that I was much too shy to approach any of them, but my day was coming.

Her name was Nikki Hill, and I was 18, about to graduate, when she came to our school to teach. She was a dream and an angel come into my life but I just didn't know how to approach her which led to many a night having me crying myself to sleep. I also didn't know if she was a lesbian, like me, but she knew about me just by looking at me.

I couldn't concentrate in her class, which was so frustrating, and I would have loved to invite her to my Moms house for dinner but we were so poor that we didn't own a big beautiful house like I found out she was buying just off the reservation. Our house was covered in tar paper to keep out the cold and heat of the Summer.

Finally one day it just got too much for me and I asked to be excused from her class, because I said I didn't feel well and she excused me, and I ran from the room.

I don't know how long I was sitting on the little park bench just close to the school, but I had tears streaming down my face just thinking of her, when all of a sudden I felt somebody sit down next to me and said, "May I help you Marie?"

It was her. It was she, and all I could do was just nod my head no and cried some more, until she asked if I would like to talk about it over a glass of ice tea, which I still hate, at her house, and I agreed to go with her.

It was such a beautiful house and she ushered me into the living room and to the couch while she went to the kitchen to fetch our tea, bringing it back and sitting next to me on the couch where her sweet smelling perfume almost overwhelmed me.

"So Marie, I'm assuming that you're crying over an affair of the heart, is it a boy that you like, that has hurt you?", Nikki said.

I shook my head violently and said:

"Oh no, it's not a boy. I don't even like boys."

Then I realized that I had just told her that I didn't care for boys, so the only thing left is women.

She picked up on it right away and asked, "Is it a girl at the school that you like?."

I just blushed the brightest red you have ever seen and said in almost a whisper:

"No".

I should have seen the next question coming but I hadn't, so I was knocked off balance when she asked in a quiet voice:

"Marie, is it me that you like?"

Before I could answer she also told me that it was alright because she was a lesbian, and that she liked me, but if it was her we needed to keep things a secret because of her job at the school, and I didn't say a word. I just blushed and nodded yes.

By now she had put her arm over my shoulder, and with her free hand she turned my face to hers and kissed me so very gently and tenderly on the lips.

She could tell that I was very nervous, and told me not to be nervous, that she would be gentle with me and she kissed me again, as I felt her tongue enter my mouth and we kissed with all the passion we could muster.

As we were kissing I felt her hands cup my breasts, weighing them in her hands and using her thumb to rub my nipples through my sweater and bra. Which was giving me tingles in my pussy like I had never felt before, not even when I would masturbate at night in bed.

Raising my arms she removed my sweater and lowered her head to kiss my breasts through my lace covered bra. She started to suck on my hard nipples through my bra and reached behind me to unhook my bra, while she continued to suck. When my bra fell away from my breasts all she could say was:

"Beautiful, just beautiful!"

She went back to sucking as I put my hand on the back of her head running my fingers through her beautiful hair.

Then breaking our kiss she had me stand up in front of her, lowering my jeans, then rolling down my plain cotton panties and gazed at my fur covered pussy, while murmuring a small, mmmm.

As she gazed at me I could see the hunger in her eyes and as she moistened her lips she began to undress, and finally I saw her beautiful figure naked as the day she was born and in my eyes a gorgeous 23 year old woman who I loved.

Taking my hand she led me to the couch and had me sit down, while she knelt between my legs and her mouth sought out mine to continue our kissing. Leaning my back against the back of the couch at her suggestion, she broke our kiss and briefly kissed each of my stiff nipples. Dragging her teeth softly on my nipple which send waves of passion to my pussy, she then licked just under my heavy breasts, and kissed and licked down my tummy, leaving a little wet trail, before coming to my navel and lapping it like she was famished.

Then with her hands on my inner thighs, I watched as she breathed in the scent of my pussy and lowered her head to kiss it. Using long strokes with the flat of her tongue she licked my hot and by now moist pussy as I watched. Not able to take my eyes off her, and combing my fingers through her beautiful hair.

Parting my pussy lips with her thumbs she kissed and licked my hood and clit which was so sensitive that I almost jumped from her touch, signaling to her that I was too sensitive there she licked in a little circle around my, by now, exposed swollen clit. Igniting the passion deep within my sole, before allowing her middle finger to enter my hot wet pussy, and fingering me as she licked.

I could feel the tingle building and from my past experiences of masturbating I knew that I would soon explode in orgasmistic bliss.

I tried to warn her that I have a habit of peeing a little bit when I have an orgasm but the words wouldn't come as I got closer and closer to having my orgasm.

Then it happened. After years of having a fantasy of being made lover to by another woman, I felt my body stiffen, the relax as my love honey was released from my pussy to her waiting mouth, moaning loudly.

A few moments later she propped herself up on one elbow, and asked "Did you enjoy that Dear?" with a huge smile.

All I could do was say "Yes! Very much!".

After telling her that I loved her I also said that I wanted to please her as she had done with me, but she told me it wasn't necessary, and I said:

"I know that I wont be as good as you are I still want to please you".

Exchanging places with her, me kneeling between her legs and her sitting back on the couch, I went directly to her shaved pussy, and kissed it. My first taste of another's pussy, although I had tasted my pussy honey every time that I masturbated.

Trying to imitate what I had seen and felt how she had done to me I used the wide flat part of my tongue to lick her beautiful slit, before letting my finger enter her pussy deep and fingering her lightly.

This was all new to me but I was determined to give her an orgasm like she had pleased me, only a short time before. The only sound I heard from her was soft moaning and a request that I put another finger in her hot wet pussy, which I did.

Then parting her pussy lips I licked her clit like she had done to me, being careful to just lick in a little circle around her clit in case she was as sensitive as I am having my clit touched directly.

She tasted divine and I had a feeling that it wouldn't take as long with her to have an orgasm, as it had with me, and I was right. Moments later her moans got louder and raising her beautiful ass up from the couch she screamed, "Yes!" and gushed her pussy honey into my waiting mouth, which I drank down and licked her clean until she relaxed and rested laying on the back of the couch.

All through the night as we slept for brief periods of time, we would kiss lovingly, and she asked if I could move in with her if she resigned from the school board, telling me that she loved me and I telling her that I loved her also.

I didn't even have to give it any thought and said I would love to move in with her, because I couldn't not be with her and I wanted it to last forever.

I told her what I wanted to do the next day after we finally left her house, and explained why I wanted to do it, and she agreed, because she was resigning from the school and we would be living in her house off the reservation.

So we went back to where it had all began for me, to walk hand in hand in front of that tired old wine store off the reservation, and hope those nasty old men would say that we were 'Dancing with the Devil" again, and we were in luck because the outside bench was full of them and sure enough they didn't disappoint me. They said in Ojibwa and English that we were 'Dancing with the Devil".

I stopped, still holding Nikki's hand, and said that I wasn't 'Dancing with the Devil', in Ojibwa and English, but that I was 'Dancing with an Angel', and we would dance forever and a day, then we skipped off down the street laughing out loud.

As I walked through the mall I couldn't help but take note of my reflection in the store windows, as I window-shopped. I had taken special attention of my appearance because I was going to meet Sarah.

We had met several weeks ago in an Internet lesbian chat room, and had become lovers. Although she knew what I looked like from my pictures, the only thing I had to go by was her description of herself. So as a safety precaution, which I always did, I suggested we meet at a mall in public.

My heels made a little staccato sound on the tile floor and I knew I was turning heads in my leather mini. Which suited me just fine because truth be known I'm a little bit of an exhibitionist.

Stopping at the Orange Julius stand for an orange drink, I heard an audible gasp as I bent over to discard the empty cup in the trash can, and assumed it was from the old men sitting on the benches, which drew a little smile to my lips. Thinking to myself, you can gasp all you want but you're not getting any of this candy.

Thinking I had better check my makeup and go pee before I meet Sarah I headed for the ladies room, and entered the last stall, as it appeared to be the only one that the locked worked.

As I started to pee my ears picked up on a sound, and the smell was unmistakable. I had gone to the ladies many times before myself, for just that very reason. Somebody was masturbating. Which to me is an immediate turnon.

Trying to be as quiet as possible I left the stall without flushing, and silently walked to where the sound was coming from, glancing at the door, which wasn't closed completely. As I stood in front of the door, rubbing my pussy through the leather, I was hoping she would see me and invite me in, but she didn't, and I was getting too hot to wait.

As I pushed the stall door open, I saw that she had her head back, her top pushed up playing with her nipple and her other hand, masturbating furiously.

Entering the stall I said, "let me finish you", and without waiting for an answer, I fell to my knees in front of her, thinking the hell with getting runs in my hose I want some pussy.

Not another word was said as my mouth engulfed her pussy, and she put one hand on my head and pushed it closer. Licking her delicate folds and allowing my middle finger to search for her inner self, I tasted her sweet honey. As I exchanged my finger for my tongue I probed her pussy walls as I patted her swollen clit. Tongue fucking her hot pussy as my finger made little vibrations patting her clit.

Then slipping 2 fingers in her hot wet pussy and finger fucking her I swirled my tongue over her swollen clit in a little circle. Lapping like a little hungry puppy.

Her moans and squeaks were getting louder, when all of a sudden the inner door opened, and there stood a matronly woman dressed in tweeds. I was waiting for her to scream but at that moment I didn't care. All I wanted was to get this woman I was licking, off, and make her cum strong.

Not hearing a scream, I took a little peek, and saw that she had hiked up her skirt, pushed her panties aside and was masturbating furiously, as she mouthed the words to us in general, "it's ok", and stood so her back held the door shut.

Moments later, as I licked and sucked her clit into my mouth I was rewarded with a gush of her sweet honey, and drank it down.

Then hiking up my skirt, tearing my hose and pushing my panties aside, I said, "now do me", and climbed so my pussy was over her face. At this point I didn't care if everybody in the mall came in I had to cum.

As I watched the matronly lady pushing almost her whole hand in her hot pussy I was getting tongue fucked. My eyes flicked from the matronly lady to the woman who was devouring my hot cunt, and tried to grind my pussy into her mouth.

Her tongue was like magic. It seemed to be every place at once, fluttering like a hummingbird. I could feel the tingle building but when she held my swollen clit between her teeth and lapped it, I thought my whole insides were going to come out through my pussy. Letting forth the loudest moan of them all, I gushed and had multiples. I almost couldn't stop cumming for what seemed like the longest time.

For what seemed like mental telepathy, we decided to straighten up and get ourselves together.

As the matronly lady wiped her hands with a tissue, she said simply, "thank you. I had the best time", and left the room.

Looking back at my conquest with a smile, and before I had a chance to speak, she said "what a wonderful way to meet you Marie, I'm Sarah. Now let's go to my place for some real fun".