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Rape. Elaine couldn't forget what happened two years ago. But she refused to dwell on the details. It was not just something she didn't want to do - it was something she didn't dare do. Like most of ours, Elaine's memory had become blurred around the edges - no one wants to remember the bad things that happen to them and, thankfully, the brain does seem able to lose those sorts of memories. But, Elaine could remember the fear, the loathing, the disgust - the emotions surfaced sometimes, in the middle of the night, and she would wake up fearful and crying, sobbing at...what? She didn't remember.

It hadn't helped that he was her boyfriend. She should have guessed the possibility. One day, they had been in the kitchen. She was making some coffee, he was chopping some vegetables. They started to argue, as they had done more and more often and when it got to screaming pitch, he'd thrown the knife and it grazed her arm. She was shocked, almost rigid, and though he said afterward that it was a mistake and told her how much he loved her, it nagged at her ever afterward. But, she thought it was just a one-off incident, that nothing like that could ever happen again. He loved her, right? And she loved him - nothing like that had *ever* happened before, so why should it happen again? It didn't. Instead, on that awful night two years ago, she had had a hard day and just wanted to sleep. He wanted something else.

She thought that the betrayal was probably the worst thing. All through her life she felt that she had been let down by those closest to her. Even at school she was bullied because of her intelligence and success. She ended up feeling very much alone.

Still, she was alive, and physically healthy, and almost straightaway after the incident (she couldn't bear to use the R word) she'd met a woman, who had befriended her. About a year ago, they decided to rent a flat together, and Elaine felt more secure now than she'd ever done. They almost always went out together now, and Elaine felt closer to her than anyone. Sandra was someone Elaine admired. She was intelligent, sassy, dressed sexily, and went anywhere she wanted. Unlike Elaine. Elaine had been a quiet person, even before 'it' - now she was wary, and sometimes frightened. But Sandra had made her a lot more positive than she was immediately afterward.

Tonight, Sandra was taking her to a nightclub where they could drink, dance and enjoy themselves. And, if Elaine was right, where Sandra could pick someone up. It had become a habit recently. Sandra did not seem to want a steady relationship with anyone, other than the relationship she had with Elaine. They both got ready for about eight. They thought they would go to a restaurant first, then on to the nightclub. Sandy had dressed in her usual way - a skimpy red dress, low cut and short-skirted, with a pair of three-inch heels. The dress complemented Sandra's fiery red hair and twinkling green eyes. Elaine, a brunette, had also dressed in her usual fashion - a high-necked white blouse and knee- length dark skirt, with a pair of almost-flat shoes.

They had a quiet dinner at the restaurant, using the time to chat about anything and everything, companionably enjoying each other's company. Both women found it easy to talk to each other, seeming to be on the same wavelength, and revelled in the freedom of being able to tell the other anything.

At the end of the meal, even Elaine felt happy. She was finding her emotional feet again, because of Sandra. They left, and walked to the nightclub, which was only a couple of streets away. As they entered the noise filled the air and they could feel the throbbing of the music through the floor. They managed to find a table at the back of the room and Sandra went to get the drinks. Elaine was still not comfortable with contact with other people, though she always felt safe in a crowd.

They sat sipping their drinks and watching the people on the dance floor. Elaine because she loved to see people enjoying themselves, Sandra because she was looking for tonight's target. For the first couple of times they would dance together, as always. Elaine was a sort of cover for Sandra while she took a closer look. Then Elaine would sit and watch while Sandra moved in. Elaine thought that sometime she would like to be able to feel the freedom that Sandra had, but contented herself with just enjoying the atmosphere whilst watching her friend manouevre into position.

Tonight, Sandra had picked a muscular-looking man, quite dark-complexioned, who seemed to move very sinuously. He was tall and slim and even Elaine thought he was handsome. Elaine watched the two bump into each other (a favourite trick of Sandra's) and begin to talk while they danced. Elaine knew that, later, Sandra would explain that she had a flat mate, but that they lived separate lives, and that it would be no problem for the man to come back to the flat. Sandra always watched to see the man's reaction. Once, she had picked up someone who had got the wrong idea, and thought that they were both on offer. They had nearly had to call the police to get rid of him. But, Sandra was very good now at selecting her 'date'.

Elaine watched as Sandra had several dances with the man. When the slow dancing began the lights lowered, but Elaine could still see Sandra's and the man's hands moving over each other. Eventually, they both came to the table. Sandra introduced the man as "Tom". Probably as in 'cat', thought Elaine, but she knew that was probably what Sandra wanted, so kept her thoughts to herself. Sandra winked at her and asked, ostentatiously, if it was OK for her to bring Tom back tonight. Elaine smiled, said "of course", and said she hoped they wouldn't mind if she went to bed early. Tom looked very pleased at this suggestion, so Elaine knew Sandra had got it right again.

After another drink they left the nightclub, flagged down a taxi, and went home. Tom paid for the taxi, which pleased Elaine, and the three went upstairs to the flat. One warm drink later, Elaine was in bed and Sandra had Tom to herself in the lounge. Elaine lay in bed for a while, hearing their voices, but as the voices became subdued, Elaine drifted off to sleep.

Sandra was pleased with her choice. Muscular, Tom was, but he was quite gentle too, especially as he was only 26. Surprisingly mature for a male his age, she thought. She let him make the first move, feeling that he would probably prefer it. As they chatted he used the old 'arm round the shoulder' trick, but she didn't mind - some things never changed, she smiled to herself. As they got closer, he leant over and gently kissed her on the lips. She reciprocated, and they began a little duel of tongues. As they did so, his arm slid down onto her breast, and stroked it, gently. Sandra, already in the mood, as she had been for hours, placed her hand over his and pushed it into her breast. He took the hint and began to squeeze her breast, and stroke firmly over her nipple, through her dress. Sandra deliberately slid backwards on the sofa, pulling Tom down on top of her.

They kissed vigorously and, now he had been encouraged, Tom became bolder. One hand remained behind her head, while the other slid caressingly down her body to the hem of her skirt. His fingers slid upward again, slowly, underneath her skirt. He stroked the insides of her thighs, lightly, causing a frisson of pleasure to shiver up her body. He slid his hand further up, almost touching her panties. Then he extended his index finger so that he was *just* stroking the line where her slightly damp panties were sticking to her pussy. It almost tickled, but it inflamed her at the same time. By now, Sandra was ready for something more. She whispered in his ear that they should go to her bedroom, before she got too excited to care, and they got up and hurried to her room.

In her bedroom, they hurriedly stripped and lay down face to face, kissing passionately, their hands roaming over each other's body, stoking up a fiery eroticism in them both. Sandra began to stroke Tom's cock, holding it in her hand and gently squeezing, then fondling up and down the shaft. She idly wondered, while she was doing this, if she should go down on him first. She hated it if the men she was with didn't last very long, and the younger they were the more they seemed to have this problem. Still, Tom seemed to be containing himself for now. On the other hand, Tom had first begun to kiss, lick and suck on her breasts, but was now sliding downward and 69 was her favourite number!

As Tom slid down she turned herself so that they were face-to-groin. She looked at his penis, straight and erect, and put her hand around it, beginning the up and down stroking again. Then she turned slightly, and closed her mouth round the bulbous head.

Tom, in the meantime, had begun a slow stroking of her inner thighs, gently pushing them apart. Then he moved his hand upward, and began stroking her, gradually pushing one finger into her. She squirmed as she felt his finger enter her and spasmed slightly as she felt his tongue lick upwards to her clitoris.

Sandra began licking the rim of Tom's penis, and then started to just caress the area at the back of the head, where, she had found from experience, it was particularly sensitive. She moved her hand down to the base of Tom's penis and began moving her head slowly up and down, taking more and more of it inside her mouth.

Tom moved slightly, so that he could use both hands. Distracted as he was beginning to be, he moved an arm over Sandra and began to caress between her buttocks, gently teasing her anus. His other hand was still stroking two fingers in and out of Sandra's vagina, while his tongue was gently flicking the top of her clitoris.

Sandra felt the muscles at the base of his penis begin to throb, and she felt an increase of fluid in her mouth. She pressed gently on his penis with her thumb, to delay the approaching explosion. Still, she pumped up and down on his penis, using her tongue to caress all around the almost bursting head of his penis. She felt him begin to buck slightly, and placed one hand on his buttocks, pushing him towards her.

Tom was now vigorously licking and sucking Sandra's clitoris. She was trembling with lust as he stroked and played with her vagina and clitoris. He felt he was so close to the edge himself, and he wanted to make her come first. But he was not so experienced as Sandra, who had lifted her thumb off the base of his penis, and was sucking him into her mouth faster and faster. Suddenly, he gushed into her mouth, his hips held tight to her mouth, but he tried so hard to keep kissing her clitoris. He managed it for long enough to feel Sandra tensing and shivering as she came.

They lay there for a few minutes, then Sandra pushed Tom on his back and began mouthing his penis again. He lay there, enjoying the feelings, one hand fondling Sandra's pendulous right breast, teasing the nipple. When he was hard, Sandra straddled Tom's body and cautiously lowered herself on to his penis. She began, very slowly, to raise and lower herself, feeling the hot, throbbing member stretch her lips. She found herself getting very quickly excited and began to move up and down much faster. Tom was panting away and she was moaning, loudly, as the erotic sensations increased in strength. Her senses heightened, she thought she could hear a different noise, coming from the room next door.

Elaine had woken up, and heard some noise coming from the next room. Her and Sandra's bedrooms were next to each other. She had often heard things before, but tonight, they seemed louder, and in her sleepy state, the sounds that were obviously Sandra were starting to affect her. Still half-asleep, she started to caress her breasts, becoming more and more aroused as she wakened. She started to pant heavily as she slid one hand down her body to her vagina, and began stroking herself.