PART 2 * * * At Her bohemian abode, 'Farrah' blended me a concoction of tequila, agave nectar and lime juice, and we lazed on large comfy cushions on the floor, as we leaned against the hemp and rayon-weaved multi-colored afghans strewn across the futon. She peeled off her tank top, exposing Her hard nipples, licked Her full pink lips, and pulled my head closer to Hers, and when she darted her warm tongue down my throat so masterfully, that was when I first came for Her. I pushed ‘Farrah’s’ legs wide open and pulled off Her violet G-strings. I glared into Her eyes and She threw her head back as I fingered Her – nice and slow and deeply at first. I especially loved the soft, agonizing moans She emitted as She drenched my fingers. I licked Her juices off my fingers, and She had the sweetest tasting and smelling pussy I’ve ever tasted! I remember she always especially loved to be fingered. This was to be the first of what were to be many tumultuous clandestine rendezvouses between us. Our boyfriends never found out; it was our secret to keep. To say that we had great chemistry would have been an understatement. She brought out hidden untapped parts of me that I never knew existed. She was alluring, and knew it, and used Her beauty as a weapon. She claimed me as Hers, and possessive and insanely jealous should have been Her middle names. On the bright side, She was creative, well-read, and a kind humanitarian, who offered her services generously, volunteering Her time for many a cause. I always pondered how one could be so altruistic and yet so self-absorbed, and I had quite confusing ambivalent feelings towards Her as a result. Around ‘Farrah’ I was smitten, often gasping, paralyzed, and feeling like I could not breathe, but yet my body would betray me, obeying Her every command time and time again. Many a times, we unabashedly danced together to Fleetwood Mac. She loved to instruct, taught me much about yoga and veganism, and often - as a token of love - cooked me delicious, creative, nutritious meals as a precursor to our erotic sessions. The last time we came together was on my birthday in June. She had ordered in two bottles of wine to surprise me, and we were intoxicated. She sat me upon Her desk. I was wearing a sexy little red cotton mini dress. She spread my legs, peeled off my little black lace panties, and ate me voraciously, almost like She instinctively knew this would be our last time. She was very intuitive that way, and of course we had a connection. She suckled on my big toe and breasts gently and thoroughly, and nibbled my nipples ravenously. And mounted me and tribbed Her dripping wet pussy across mine, our juices coalesced, and we climaxed in an explosive crescendo, until I was out of my mind with passion. I somehow always felt the calmest, safest and most content when buried between Her delectable golden haven bush. But, as they say - good things sometimes come to an end - and being the free spirit that I am - and for the sake of self-preservation - I gradually glided away from Her. I often have poignant bittersweet memories of our special hot times together, and wonder where She is, and what She is up to these days. It is Her fragrant, wavy, wind-tossed wheat-colored hair, smooth, shapely, toned honeysuckle-haired legs and thighs, and intoxicating green/blue eyes that I am left with, and will always remember with fondness… and smile.