Tenderly, Linda used her forefinger and middle finger to spread Grace's pussy lips apart, revealing to her the tempting pink tastiness she continued to enjoy with each day.
There had been a lot of days.
A lot of them.
More than two months, in fact.
"I thought that when searching for ghosts, we would be...you know. Searching for ghosts. This feels an awful lot like just sitting around."
"And we are both being very well paid for it," Grace reminded her. Linda nodded. "I mean, if you are bored, we could kill someone and try to help their ghost, but seeing that we are still mortal beings, there would be all of the clues and stuff that we had just killed a person."
Linda hardly ever became bored of that droll sense of humor Grace possessed.
"I mean, even if it is a child molester? Nobody will miss one of those!"
Grace smirked. "Do you want to fuck a child molester?"
Linda blew the bangs from her eyes. "No. Good point."
So, Grace and Linda spent a lot of time practicing on each other, a task both enjoyed immensely.
Shifting a little bit, Linda found herself a bit uncomfortable, moving her other hand to Grace's vagina and used fingers from both hands to spread the woman's lips apart.
Linda nodded to herself in satisfaction. Grace truly had a beautiful pussy, she thought to herself. Another part of herself marveled that, at one time she never much considered looking at another woman's pussy, let alone eat one. Imagine her surprise one night when her neighbor, Angel, and her made love. Imagine her deeper surprise when she found Angel was a ghost, and that the act of making love had sent Angel into the next realm, whatever the fuck that was.
And so had come Grace, the stuffy looking British lady who taught her all things ghost hunting and how to help those ghosts enter the next realm, whatever the fuck that was.
Those teaching had been fun. Linda learned quite a bit about a society she had no idea existed. She learned a lot about a part of history she was never aware existed.
And she learned that, to send a ghost into the next realm (whatever the fuck that was) she had to make that ghost orgasm at the very same time she achieved orgasm.
It seemed like a tough task, but she was willing to learn.
Without a plethora of ghosts to learn from, Grace became her teacher and her subject.
That was a WHOLE lot of fun.
Linda breathed in Grace's wonderful scent. Not only did the woman have a beautiful pussy, but her pussy also smelled wonderful.
And tasted wonderful.
With a ping of delight, she stuck her tongue out, giving the folds soft licks, which made Grace give out soft, loving moans.
Then she used her fingers to spread Grace's lips as far apart as they could go, exposing all her inner goodness to her probing tongue, which she used to lap up and down those newly exposed, pink walls.
Grace shuddered with each lick in response, little moans and groans escaping from her lips.
This was not a bad way to while away the day, at all!
"At one point, there might be three or four people at once who need your help," Grace told her at one point. "And, another time you might go for weeks, or even months, without helping someone."
"What if I forget..."
"You will forget nothing. A lot of this will be second nature."
Linda sighed. "I hope so."
"Do not forget, your first two times, I will accompany you. However, it can only be those two times, unless we are presented with special circumstances."
Linda nodded. "You won't be...will you be jealous?"
Grace cocked her head. "I love you a whole lot. However, I assure you that jealousy will not play a part in our relationship, however it might end once you are a full-fledged Guide. It will be your duty to help those people cross into the next step, and years of experience has taught me to accept that, no matter how I feel about the person." She cleared her throat after that.
Linda raised her eyebrows. "So...someone who was close to you is a Guide?"
Grace grimaced a little bit and nodded.
"Still close to you?"
Grace nodded.
"An ex-husband? Ex-wife? Sister? Best friend?" Grace shook her head at each question.
Grace sighed. "It was my daughter from many years ago. Obviously, she learned from another manager. But, seeing her take such a position...I am enormously proud of her, but knowing what she must do is sometimes very strange to me."
"You never told me you had a daughter," Linda said with a smile. "I would love to meet her sometime."
Grace smiled. "And I would love for you to meet her. She would love to meet you, as well."
Linda sighed. "So, if I am fucking some random guy, you won't get mad."
"I will not."
Linda sighed again. "I'm just not sure if I can handle it."
"Once the time comes, I am sure you will be able to quite fine," Grace said, patting her on the knee. "We could always go to the bar and pick someone up and fuck them, if that would make you feel better," she said cheerily. Linda giggled. "Or hire a prostitute. Some of the expensive ones are incredibly good looking."
Linda laughed. "Maybe I can just wait," she said.
Linda stiffened her tongue, pushing them further between those sweet walls.
When Linda and Grace had first made love, Grace had given her one more gift.
When Grace had cum and Linda hungrily devoured her juices, those juices began to work on Linda's body quietly and faithfully, making it stronger, more energetic, more stamina. It had also given her tongue and fingers extra flexibility, with that the ability to creep further into those deep, dark, exotic places she needed them to creep into to further the pleasure of her partner.
"They don't look like they can go all that farther," Linda said one day, wiggling her fingers in front of her eyes and sticking her tongue out. "They all look the same." She moved her fingers around. "I can't even get them to do anything," she said with a sigh of frustration.
"Then play with yourself?"
Linda's eyebrows shot up. It had only been two days since the pair had first made love. Linda was still used to Grace, the sexy but strict teacher. Yes, she loved Grace, the hot lover, but sometimes things came out of her mouth that Linda found unexpected.
Linda shrugged and stuck her fingers between her legs. As she inserted them inside of herself, she could feel them getting longer, searching for her pleasure zones.
"Wow," she said with a quiet, moaning whisper.
Grace smiled. "You tongue is the same way."
"Not sure I can eat myself...OH, there is a spot!"
Grace giggled and shifted so she was looking at Linda head on. "I actually do know a few Guides and Managers who have succeeded in that, as well!" She laughed, then bit her lower lip. "But I mean if you need to have proof that your tongue gets longer, I would be happy to...show you," she said, batting her eyelashes.
That had been the second time they had made love.
Now, two months later, making love was a daily thing, a delightful thing. Some days, they never leave the bed. Like newfound lovers...which, in fact they were, they continued to explore each other, finding ways the other loved being pleased, and discovering how they enjoyed being pleased.
Lips, tongues, and fingers were sometimes joined by toys.
The night we have in question was without toys. Linda simply wanted to explore Grace with her tongue and explore she did.
At one point, she had her tongue shoved as far into Grace as possible, it screwdriving inside, lapping her walls up with hunger.
Then she froze.
Something was in her brain.
A thought.
She did not know what the thought was. But she knew she had to do something.
"Uh oh," she heard a voice that seemed in a fuzzy distance. "I know that look."
Linda shook the fog off for a second. She discovered she was standing at the foot of the bed, Grace still spread eagle looking tempting.
But Linda knew she had to do something.
"I think someone needs my help," she said quietly. She began putting on her clothes. "I...I'm sorry..."
Grace got up from the bed, putting on her own clothes. "Do not apologize, love. We both knew this moment would come." She nodded yes at an unasked question. "Now, it is time."
Linda walked out of the bedroom, then opened the apartment door, freezing again.
"No...that doesn't feel right. It feels like...like...like she is so far away." She looked at Grace, her eyes in confusion. "She feels like she is across mountain and sea, but that I need to get to her and that...that I can get to her fast."
Grace smiled calmly and nodded. "There is another magic trick I have never told you about." She cleared her throat. "I...assume you are quite wet."
Linda nodded.
"Good. I imagine our fooling around helped; however, this is something which comes naturally once this type of instance occurred. Now, take one of your hands at get your forefinger and ring finger nice and wet."
Linda nodded, following the instructions without thinking.
"All right, now. Watch carefully at the motions I make with my fingers in the air and follow that pattern on the door. It will be quite all right if you do not get it right the first time...this is not like a computer game where you have limited tries."
Grace moved her hand through the air. Linda did not recognize the pattern, but it did not seem that difficult.
They drew the pattern on the door, trails of her juices shining from the light.
"Now, open the door. Make sure to use the same hand."
Linda opened the door.
They were now on a balcony, mountains in the distance, the house at the edge of a huge lake, trees surrounding them for as far as they could see. The sky was blue, the air a bit chilly, but the birds still filled the air with happy songs.
On the far side of the balcony, a woman sat on the railing, dangling her feet over the edge. Without thinking, Linda knew she was the one she had come for.
"My presence is not to be known here," Grace whispered. She nodded her head and remained standing on the balcony.
