Fallen Angel: Reunited
Copyright© 2026 by Sailbad
Chapter 1
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Dana comes to visit and Violett's hopes are high.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Romantic Lesbian Fiction Oral Sex Petting
Angel was a high-end call-girl who served women of means wanting the very best sexual experience with another woman that money could buy. She was stunningly beautiful with rich, full lips, sculpted cheeks, exotically large pail green eyes, and elegant brows all framed by wavy chestnut brown hair with pale streaks at either temple. Her sensual beauty was such that she could cause people to lose their train of thought with a mere casual stare and her Mona Lisa smile. She had the body of a Playboy centerfold, supple, firm and full of youthful vigor, soft skin and the curves lonely sailors dreamed of. Angel’s clientele sought her gifts everywhere from Paris to Beverly Hills, from New York City to Rio de Janeiro. She had refined her skills at lovemaking from her many older lovers. She knew how to read women, how to meld with their mood, and how to tailor her technique to drive her partner’s pleasure to the absolute peak of physical capacity. If that was not enough, she had a very long tongue that was a guaranteed ice breaker. She was intelligent, highly skilled, patient, understanding, capable, and discrete. Above all else, Angel was a professional and professionals do not fall in love.
Violett resigned being Angel, because she had fallen in love. A pixie-cute redhead with breath-taking big blue eyes and a warm and friendly smile that could capture a crowd had stolen her heart. When held in her arms, Violett lost all track of time. When tangled in sex with her, Violett was transported to a new level of intimacy. They met for a night of romance that wove into Violett’s mind and left in it the seed of deep longing. In the course of the week after the two parted, a slight notion blossomed into a longing and Violett was blessed with the warm glow of love in her heart for the very first time. The woman’s name was Dana.
It was real, like nothing she had ever felt. She even had it confirmed by a doctor. It made her look at her life and her future in an entirely fresh way. Over the course of two weeks her longing grew into a tormented anguish that she might not ever see Dana again. Then, in the darkest depths of her unrequited desire, Dana called her to alleviate her distress.
It was early on Friday evening and Violett sat alone at a table at Anthony’s Gardens at the Harvest House Hotel with the usual F.A.C. crowd. She was nursing a bourbon on the rocks and waiting for Dana. She picked a table by the door so she could see the parking lot through the lobby of the hotel. When all hopes of ever seeing the woman she loved again were at their lowest, she was pleasantly surprised to get a call from Dana herself. In their 4 hour long phone conversation of the previous evening they made plans to meet here at the in the hotel lobby.
They talked late into the previous night. They each told their whole life’s story. They talked about sex and their experience together. They talked about their hopes and their feelings. Frustratingly for Violett, they did not broach the subject of their feelings for each other. It was too early, she thought. They needed fresh contact to square their needs and desires.
Violett learned very much about Dana. Her parents were from Aberdeen and came to America with all they had and bought a souvenir shop in Cody, Wyoming. Dana was in every way female but where her clitoris should be she had what looked like a small penis. When Dana was born the ambiguity of her sex drove her father nearly mad with confusion and self-consternation. He abandoned them and fled back to Scotland and the North Sea fishing fleet but he sent them a check every month. In spite of his absence, Dana grew up very cheerful and full of energy. She liked to dance and excelled in the disciplines of both Ballet and Irish High-Step. She was very popular in school, a cheerleader, an athlete, and a top scholar.
An ill-advised sexual encounter with a very indiscrete classmate erupted into a scandal that drove her out of town and she started college at the age of 16. She tumbled through her upper education experience and had dalliances in heterosexuality but the erection she presented made each experience tenuous. She emerged with a curious longing to engage her rambunctious organ with another woman. Dana related all her life’s tragedies; of her father’s abandonment, her growing up under the protective wing of her old-fashioned Scottish mother, of her fledgling young life in dance, of her disastrous exposure, of a lost love, and even her fall into heroin addiction.
In turn, Violett surrendered all of her deepest secrets and fondest reminisces. Through tears and laughter they expressed many things, except that one thing Violett wanted most to confess: that she was in love with Dana.
First thing in the morning, Violett booked a room for them at The Harvest House, the finest hotel in Boulder. She finished her day and managed to get some studying time in at the library before going home to get packed and dressed for the weekend. She was powdered, perfumed, made up and even gave her quim a special trim, all to please Dana. She chose to wear dark black stockings, a black blouse, and her short orange skirt with matching smock. She checked into their room at six with her luggage and decided to wait for Dana downstairs in the lounge.
As her mind poured over how this weekend would transpire, Violett’s eye was caught by a blue Toyota passing by the hotel entrance with a flash of bright red hair behind the wheel. It was Dana. Violett squealed with excitement. She pulled a ten from her purse and dropped it on the table. When she emerged at the hotel entrance, she saw the Toyota parking further down the lot and she made for it at a quick pace. A redhead emerged and went to unlock the trunk. Dana was wearing a peach-colored suit with a slit skirt and matching cravat, obviously coming straight from her job. Violett’s heart leapt with joy and she hurried to a trot. The first thing she noticed was Dana had brushed her tight curls into luxurious waves and had moved her part to high on one side. The style was almost exactly like Violett’s and she saw it as a good sign.
As Violett approached, Dana turned to her and her face immediately brightened into her usual sweet, welcoming smile. “Vi,” she exclaimed as she extended her arms for a hug.
“Sweetie, you made it,” Violett returned. She swept Dana in her arms and pressed their lips together in a deep kiss. “Hnnn,” Violett climaxed with her usual shudder and soft moan, such was her joy.
When they broke and Violett had set her back down, Dana pressed her forehead to Violett’s and said with a broad smile in mock shame, “Vi—let!”
“Relax, sweetie,” Violett assured. “This is Boulder.” She picked up Dana’s suitcase and then hooked her free arm through Dana’s. As they walked toward the entrance, Dana made a quick account of her journey and talked excitedly about seeing Violett again and all the fun things they were going to do this weekend. It all passed through Violett, she was so happy to have Dana walking at her side. There was so much she wanted to say and explain about what she had been through in the past two weeks. She wanted most of all to say ‘I love you’ but it was too soon and might put Dana off. They walked in through the lobby and Violett suggested a drink to unwind before they went upstairs to the room. Dana agreed and they took up seats at the table Violett had just abandoned. A waitress came to take their orders. Violett got another bourbon on the rocks and Dana ordered a scotch. They were both excited and just smiled and beheld each other.
“I wanted to thank you for setting aside a whole weekend to see me,” pressed Dana. “I know it must not have been easy with all your demand.”
“There’s no demand,” assured Violett. She was so anxious to tell Dana the news. “I quit. I’m not in the business anymore.” She watched Dana closely looking for her reaction.
Dana was elated. “Really? I’m so happy for you,” she exclaimed. Her face beamed and she took Violett’s hands in hers.
‘Go ahead, ask me why’ she wanted to say but Dana’s response made the announcement well worth it. She was glowing with joy at this news. “I feel loads better already. I like my new life.”
“I’ll bet they were upset,” continued Dana.
The Waitress returned with their drinks but Violett did not let the intrusion dampen their glad conversation. “Thanks ... They were mad but what are they going to do? Sue me?”
“Aren’t there other girls?” Dana pried.
“No,” Violett assured. She saw Dana’s line of thinking as another good sign and wanted to immerse in it. “We can see each other any time we want, now.” They both sipped their drinks and basked in each other’s gaze.
Dana leaned forward and spoke in a whisper, “I missed your touch. So many times I wanted to call you and beg you to see me. There’s so much I want to experience with you again.” Her pupils widened to take in Violett.
Violett leaned in close to join in the intimacy. “I was so desperate for that call. You made such an impression. Something really happened with us.”
“Like what did you feel?” Dana probed. Obviously consumed by the shift in conversation.
“Like when we first kissed. Did you know our embrace lasted nearly an hour and a half?”
“You’re kidding.”
“We did,” confirmed Violett. “It was eight thirty when we got to your room and I glanced at clock when we got in bed and it was nearly ten.”
“Wow, it didn’t feel like an hour.”
“No, it was like a breeze. And it felt so wonderful. Like a never ending dessert,” Violett confessed. “What part got to you?” She was enjoying this exchange almost as much as the sex itself and wanted to trade all her feelings with Dana.
“There was so much,” she started but paused and looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear. “I loved when you ... went down,” she whispered. “Nobody had ever given me anything like that. And the way you just let me enjoy myself with you.”
“I loved the way you held me. It was like it meant more to you than just some quick thrills,” Violett expressed. It was all true and the confession freed her for more. Under the table their hands stroked each other’s knees.
Dana was obviously encouraged by all of this. She finished her drink and Violett got her another. It was hard to resist pouncing on her and fucking right on her stool. When they finished their drinks, Violett issued the invitation they were both waiting for with a wink and a glance up at the ceiling. Dana nodded and they were off.
Violett threw down a twenty and picked up Dana’s bag as she guided her to the lobby and the elevator. They got in, Violett pushed the button for three and readied to attack Dana as soon as the doors closed. There came a weak call to hold the door and Dana’s hand shot out to stop the closing doors. A happy elderly couple shuffled in and the man said, “Two, please.” The girls smiled at the couple pleasantly when the man clapped his hands together and said, “All alone with three hot chicks,” as the doors closed.
This drew a chuckle before his wife exclaimed, “Too late girls, he’s all mine.”
Dana played into their fun saying, “Darn, all the good ones are taken.”
The doors opened and they got off on their floor with cheerful ‘Goodbyes’. Violett was touched by Dana’s gesture as it fell right in place with Dana’s sweet nature. She knew her love was well placed.
At the third floor they got off as another couple got on. Violett took Dana’s hand and walked her down the hall to their room. Their eyes never left each other’s. Violett unlocked the door and opened it to the paradise of her desires. She let Dana go in first so she could see what a fabulous place she had acquired for their reunion. Dana was awestruck, “It’s so big.” She danced in to the room and to the window overlooking the courtyard and pools and of course, The Flatirons. “And the view is so beautiful.” She turned to Violett with the excited smile still lighting up her face.
Violett set down the suitcase and slowly backed up against the door until it latched. What had seemed like an impossible dream two days ago was now reality. Dana was here, before her, moving in golden sunlight and they were alone. A delighted smile spread over her face and she stepped slowly toward the enchanting redhead. The love she was feeling blossomed in her and grew with every step. The reality had obviously grasped Dana too. They rushed together and met in front of the love seat. Wrapped in a passionate embrace, their lips met again, their tongues crossed, and hips pressed together tightly.
The memory of their first kiss re-awoke in Violett and it confirmed to her that their first night was not just a fluke of lust but actually a consistent reaction. Her hands played over Dana’s slender back as she gently clasped the back of her neck to intensify the kiss. Just like before they were both falling into the yearning rapture and minutes flew by. She felt Dana shift her stance and thought it time to relieve them both by pulling their embrace down to the love seat. She bent her knees and twisted her body to land her rump on the seat while Dana sank her body to land herself beside Violett. Their unbroken kiss continued, they pulled each other close. Violett lifted Dana’s leg and placed it over her lap to pose her for the planned assault.
Violett was reeling in her desire and sought to take the lead by guiding their plunge into each other’s flesh. Before she could make her move and alternate her embrace to bring Dana’s sharp nipples into play, she felt Dana’s hand on her lap. The hand felt its way to the side of her thigh and slid under her skirt all the way up to her hip. Having much more experience in Sapphic sex, she felt a little reluctance in yielding the role of aggressor to Dana. But with love on the line, she dared not interfere. She marked it as another good sign that Dana was so driven. The hand at her hip slid over her thigh and delved downward over her panty-clad pussy. Lithe fingers dug beneath the hem of the silky garment and shakily glided over the surrounding hair in search of Violett’s moist gates. Once finding the threshold, slender fingers parted the delicate folds to test and tease the hungry flesh, probing into the vagina that longed for penetration and lightly dancing around the enraged nub of clitoris. The welcoming signs of damp, swollen readiness greeted her assault.
Violett returned the caress by sliding a hand underneath Dana’s arm to cup a firm cone of breast. She gently squeezed it and tenderly brushed a thumb over the very hard point of nipple. She heard Dana moan and adjust her position to move closer against her. She was almost straddling Violett’s thigh and she felt Dana’s other hand relinquish her back before plunging underneath her skirt and up to her hip. The other hand forsook Violett’s pussy to reach her other hip as both hands worked to tug down her panties. Violett lifted her ass up from the cushion to assist and the flimsy garment was drawn down around her knees. Violett slid her foot out of one of her heels and then lifted her knee to pull her foot out and free from the silky trite.
Dana’s hand went right back to Violett’s abandoned pussy. She tenderly palmed the dark triangle as her middle finger again slipped into the slick groove and the clinging depths. The finger went in deep while the thumb reached to the top of the groove, nestled over the hood and started to nudge Violett’s clit from side to side. Violett’s hips began rocking in rhythm to Dana’s delicate agitation and she was so delighted in her lover showing such focused intent. She spread her knees wider for better access and then the middle finger Dana had up her gig started pushing firmly against the roof of her pussy in unison with her thumb action.