More Than One World

"You don't have to say so, I can see."

"You really dig em, huh, Loreli?" Christine stuck her chest out a little. "You can feel em if you want. Might as well, since you just stepped all over my momentum."

"Yeah, sorry about that," Rory said. "I was really getting into it."

"I'll forgive you this time. Now, go ahead and cop your feel so I can get back to business."

Rory, feeling strangely obedient, reached up and touched Christine's amazing breasts. They were warm and firm, and so large and round. She'd never felt breasts like this before. Her own breasts were nice, but they were smaller, and a little pointed. Paris's breasts were okay too, though nothing to get worked up about. But these...these were some truly awesome breasts. It was suddenly no longer a mystery to her why women became lesbians.

"Jeepers," Rory said, her voice clearly filled with awe.

Christine giggled, then grasped Rory's wrists and pulled her hands away.

"That's enough for now," she said. "If you're a good girl, I'll let you play with them later."

"Awww," Rory said, frowning.

"Hush now. I'm in the mood for a midnight snack, and I see something I really really wanna eat."

Rory couldn't help but laugh.

"You sound like a girl in a porno movie," she said.

"Oh, so you've seen my work," Christine said. She moved down on the bed a little, positioned herself between Rory's wide spread legs. "Well, now you're gonna see my best work."

With that she lowered her head down between Rory's legs and kissed her pussy. She held Rory's smooth slim thighs in her hands and began to lick her, sliding her tongue slowly up and down over the girl's netherlips. Rory gasped, both in surprise and pleasure. She lay her head back on the pillow, nearly grinning as Christine continued to lick and lap at her. The warm glowing sensation she'd felt before returned, this time with a vengeance; this time it was more like a fire that had started out small but was quickly building into a conflagration. She could feel it surging all through her, spreading out from her womb to every part of her body, humming through her bones, warming her flesh, hardening her nipples. Rory heard herself sighing and moaning, and didn't think she'd ever sounded so sexually pleased before.

"Tell me, baby," Christine mumbled into Rory's pubic hair as she licked and sucked and brought the girl closer and closer to release. "Tell me all about it."

Rory cried out, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open in a perfect O as her body trembled. She felt one, then another, then another orgasm spilling through her, crashing through her body just like giant waves.

"Did you like that, Loreli?" Christine asked.

Rory figured it was a rhetorical question but she answered it anyway, saying, "Heck, yeah. I think that was the best orgasm I've ever had in my life. And believe me, I've had some doozies."

"I'll bet you have." Christine paused to playfully rub her small nose in Rory's pubic hair, then said, "But like BTO once said, you ain't seen nothin yet."

"Let me guess," Rory said, still somewhat out of breath. "You have a fourteen inch double-headed vibrating dildo that dispenses cash."

Christine laughed and said, "Good one, Gilmore. I'm gonna have to remember that one. No, what I got for you is even better than that." She paused again, then said, "Except I don't have any cash, you whore."

It was Rory's turn to laugh. Christine pushed herself up onto her hands and knees, then got up on just her knees, and started to unfasten the fly on her jeans. The look in her eyes, which Rory couldn't help but notice, was one of undisguised lust. This girl really wanted her. Rory also couldn't help but take another gander at Christine's breasts. They truly were awesome. She decided it would be worth it, whatever Christine had in store for her next, if she could just get another chance to touch them. Maybe even suck on her nipples.

"I think it's official, Christine," she said. "I think I've just become a lesbian."

"Not so fast, Loreli," Christine said. Her voice was oddly low, almost cautious in its tenor. "Wait till you see this."

She pulled her zipper down slowly, then opened her fly and reached in. She seemed to be digging at her pubic hair, then in the next moment she brought her hand back out. And with it was a long hard cock. At first Rory thought it was a strap on, but then she narrowed her eyes, looked more closely.

"Yikes," she said, the note of surprise in her voice mingling with wonder. "That thing is real."

"You bet your bippy it is," Christine said. She smiled down at Rory as she slowly stroked her fingers up and down the thick hard shaft. "Fully functional, too."

"So, you're really a guy?" Rory asked.

"No, I'm not. I'm all girl. Well, mostly girl. Remember what I told you, about the drawings I do? Chicks with dicks? Well, that's what I am. I'm not a tranny, not a hermaphrodite. I was born a girl, with a womb and real tits and everything. I just have a dick instead of a pussy. It's an authentic medical condition, you can look it up. Later, though, if you don't mind. I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

She lowered herself on top of Rory's body, her incredible breasts hanging directly above Rory's face. She supported herself with one hand while with the other she guided her cock up to the lips of Rory's pussy.

"Holy Moley," Rory said. She reached up and touched Christine's breasts, caressing them reverently. "This is literally the best of both worlds." She lifted her head up from the pillow to give one of Christine's breasts a kiss. "Can I play with them?"

"You can do whatever you want to em," Christine said, her voice low and husky. But still really feminine. She adjusted her position slightly, then began to push her cock into Rory's pussy.

Rory felt the familiar sensation of a nice big dick entering her, and she gasped with the pleasure of it. At the same time she was aware of Christine's light woman's weight on top of her, nothing like a man's weight, and of course the beautiful breasts in the palms of her hands. As she luxuriated in the feeling of a cock sliding into her she kissed and licked at Christine's hardening nipples, and thought to herself, This is sort of like a threesome, only with two people. And way more awesome.

She wasn't entirely sure how to suck on a girl's nipples; she'd never actually done it before, despite Paris's repeated requests. She figured, though, that it couldn't be too different from sucking on a dick; just use the lips and tongue, and only use the teeth for the occasional erotic thrill. That was how she liked to have her titties sucked, anyway. Her clit too, for that matter. So that was what she did, and as she worked delicately on Christine's nipples she noticed that they really did appear to be authentic female nipples. And the skin of Christine's boobs, so smooth and creamy. And the boobs themselves, so perfectly firm. There was no doubt about, Christine was one hundred percent woman.

Or, as she'd said so herself: well, mostly.

And the part of Christine that wasn't a woman was really doing a number on her. Christine had it all the way in now, and as she murmured and caressed Rory's dark hair she began to move it back out, then back in again, slowly, so slowly, seemingly cautious at first, but then with a deliberate and luxurious rhythm.

"I love fucking girls," Christine breathed. "Sticking my dick in their hot little pussies and fucking them while they suck on my tits. You like sucking my tits, Loreli?"

"Mmm," Rory replied, her mouth filled with one of Christine's hard little nipples.

"You like my dick?"

"Mmmhmm."

Christine continued to fuck Rory, saying little as she began to quicken her pace. She gasped when Rory started to nibble on her nipples, and lowered the top half of her body so that her breasts were practically mashed against Rory's face. Both girls began to moan and sigh with pleasure as the intensity of the lovemaking increased. Christine began fucking Rory harder, and harder, and Rory wrapped her slender legs around Christine's waist. She embraced her too, and pressed her nose into the soft warm well of flesh between Christine's breasts. She kissed her smooth skin and licked her even as she began to feel another wave of pleasure building inside of her. And this one promised to be even better than the last one.

"Oh fuck!" Rory cried out, lapsing into what was for her a rare occurrence of gutter language. She couldn't help it; the things that were happening within her were too huge, too brilliant and beautiful. She felt her mouth turn into a helpless grin as her body trembled and shook with orgasm. She cried out again, loud and long as the pleasure spilled everywhere inside, with no idea of what she might be saying; for all she knew she was speaking in tongues.

Christine too was making noises that signaled she was getting close to her climax, and she was fucking Rory even more intensely now, her big breasts bouncing in Rory's face. Finally, she let out a long sweet girlish moan and pulled her cock out of Rory's pussy. She moved up so that her knees were on either side of Rory's body and positioned her cock above the girl's chest. She started to stroke herself quickly, but Rory suddenly said, "Oh, let me!" She gripped Christine's long throbbing cock in her hand and started to jerk it off. Within moments Christine began to come, spurting huge milky jets. There was a lot of it, and it landed in watery globs all over Rory's face. It got in her dark glossy hair too, and when Rory opened her mouth some of it dropped right down onto her tongue. She swallowed the stuff quite willingly, and even brought her head up from the pillow to lick and suck more of it off the end of Christine's still pumping dick.

When she was finally spent Christine seemed to deflate. She fell to the side, then lay down next to Rory on the bed. Rory immediately turned and embraced her and kissed her cheek. Christine turned her head and they kissed on the lips, then Christine began to lick some of her own come from Rory's face. They began to french kiss, swapping the cum and swirling it all around their tongues and lips. Finally, Christine broke away and said, "Stop it, already. You're gonna get me in the mood again."

"That wouldn't be such a bad thing," Rory said. "In fact, it sounds like a solid plan." She leaned over Christine's belly and slipped Christine's still hard cock into her mouth. She sucked on it vigorously and Christine rested her hand on top of Rory's head, saying, "Oh, you bad bad girl." It took a while, but Rory finally managed to get Christine to come. Rory took it all in this time, swallowing every drop. When she was finished she gave the head of Christine's dick a little kiss, then fell back onto the bed, exhausted.

"Oh man," she said. But she was too tired to say anything more.

Christine was tired too. She turned on her side and draped her arm over Rory's belly, and in the next few minutes both girls were sound asleep.

*****

They were both shocked awake by Rory's alarm clock, which went off promptly at six a.m. Rory immediately leaped from the bed and began scrambling to get dressed; Christine just turned over and covered her head with a pillow.

Once she had most of her clothes on Rory shook Christine's shoulder and said, "Hey, we gotta go. I'm probably going to be late as it is."

Christine's only response was a muffled mumble. Rory pulled the pillow off her head and shouted directly into her ear, "Get up!" Christine jolted awake, shock and surprise on her face, and said, "Jeez, Loreli."

"Well, I'm sorry," Rory said, bustling around the room again, "but I really have to leave as soon as I can. The crew won't wait for me very long, and the Senator's campaign won't wait at all."

"Oh, right, I forgot," Christine said as she tried to drag herself out of bed. "You're the next Walter Cronkite."

"Hey, don't knock my Walter," Rory said. She plopped her butt down on the bed and began putting on shoes. "He was one of the great television reporters of his day."

"Uh huh." Christine scratched her head; where had she tossed her pants?

Rory got her shoes on, then stood to finish fastening buttons on her clothes. She noticed Christine just standing there, stark naked, with her weenie hanging down between her legs and her big beautiful boobs nearly within grabbing distance.

"Oh, sweetie," she said, "you're gonna have to put some clothes on, okay? You're killin me."

Christine clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes, then started to get dressed. In another twenty minutes both girls were dressed and Rory had her bags packed. Christine was sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette and looking a little depressed.

"You sure you can't just catch up with your buddies later?" she asked.

"They're not my buddies," Rory answered, "they're my co-workers. Although a few of them are kind of buddyish. But no, Christine, I'm sorry, but this is my job. I have to go."

"I'm gonna miss you, Loreli."

"Awww." Rory crossed the room and hugged Christine. "I'm gonna miss you too. And not just cause, you know, you have a gizmo." She drew back and held Christine's face in her hands. "You're a lot of fun, Christine. You make me laugh and feel good about myself. You've shown me that unfamiliar worlds, even the ones you never knew existed, don't have to be scary. Plus, you kind of opened my eyes about the whole lesbian question."

"Oh, so you're a lesbian now? Did I do that?"

Rory laughed and said, "No, not a lesbian, but I'm sure going to look into it. A good reporter always follows a solid lead. Maybe I'll become a bisexual. You wouldn't happen to know where I can get the application, do you?"

Christine laughed too, then pecked Rory on the nose.

"You're awesome, Loreli. And, lesbian or not, I think you should come back to Tacoma some time to visit me. Or move in with me. Whichever comes first."

"I just might do that. But I have to do this campaign first."

"Yeah, I understand," Christine said. "And I suppose it won't be so bad. The election's only nine months away. That's not so long to be a campaign widow."

"And when I do come back," Rory said, "you can give me an interview about what it's like to be a girl with a whoozit. I could probably sell the article to The Advocate."

"I'll give you more than just an interview, you tramp."

Rory's cell phone suddenly buzzed and she pulled away from Christine to answer it:

"Hello?...yeah, yeah, I'm on my...Yes, I'm on my way, don't leave without me..." Then Rory got a look on her face like she'd just had a very bright idea. "Um, on second thought, go ahead and leave without me. I've got a little bit of unfinished business that can't wait, so...yeah, I know, but...yeah, I know, but I...oh, go fuck yourself."

And with that Rory hung up.

"Wow, Gilmore," Christine said. "Don't tell me you just got fired on my account."

"No, they don't have the grapes to fire me. They are pretty darn mad, though. But I don't care. I'll catch up with them when I feel like it."

"So, what unfinished business do you have?"

"This," Rory said, and she dropped down to her knees. She deftly opened Christine's fly and took out her cock, then sucked it until Christine came. Rory swallowed her come, then kissed the head before putting Christine's cock back in her pants. When she stood up again Christine took her in her arms and kissed her once more.

"You better hurry back, Loreli," she said.

"I will," Rory replied.

The girls kissed once more, then Rory grabbed up her bags and they left the hotel. There was a taxi right out front and Rory got into it, blew a kiss and waved to Christine, and said goodbye. Christine waved back as she watched the taxi move down the street. And as it turned the corner onto Thirteenth Street, she said softly, to herself, "When you do come back, Loreli, I won't be hard to find; I'll be the chick with the dick and the eyes red from weeping too long."