Chapter 4

Kate had misgivings about Laurel’s promised adventure, but when the time came, Laurel picked her up and the two drove away from college, away from town, and into a run-down rural area. The car came to a stop outside a long-abandoned plant nursery.

“This is where you keep your top-secret mega-vibrator?” Kate said skeptically as she moved from the car to her wheelchair.

“Just ... keep an open mind, okay?” Laurel urged her friend.

“You’ve said that like six times now,” Kate teased. “I’m trying.”

Laurel led Kate inside the nursery compound. What plants there were were either decayed or feral. The lattice of screens that once served to shelter shoppers were largely broken, as were most of the pots and bags of mulch. Numerous weather-worn bottles and cigarette butts were scattered around without design.

The one pot that wasn’t broken was in the center of the area. It was shallow and wide, and the soil was moist and loose. Kate couldn’t recognize the plant inside. It had a bulbous center and fronds, maybe like a dwarf palm tree, except the base was strangely iridescent. Several vines hung about loosely, each ending in a sturdy-looking leaf.

On the ground next to the plant lay a cushion from a patio lounge chair.

Kate looked at Laurel expectantly.

“Okay, so, um, lie there, with your legs kinda around the pot,” Laurel

“That’s your high-tech vibrator?” Kate challenged her.

“I said it was like a vibrator. This is better. Trust me!” Laurel argued.

“No way,” Kate said. She wheeled around to head for the exit.

“I’ll show you!” Laurel said hurriedly before Kate could leave.

Kate’s opinion of Laurel’s sanity was rapidly sinking to match what their fellow pledges thought of her. But, Kate reasoned, if she stuck around and watched Laurel fuck a plant, or whatever was about to happen, at least she would have a solid anecdote to justify her loss of faith. Anyway, Kate couldn’t go anywhere without Laurel to drive anyway.

“It’s really easy, you’ll see!” Laurel told Kate as she took her panties off from under her skirt.

The slightly manic auburn-haired girl adjusted the cushion and sat down with her knees apart. She grabbed the largest stalk - the one that ended with a leave the width of a large man’s hand - and both the stalk and her hand disappeared under her skirt. Then Laurel relaxed and folded her arms across her belly.

Kate couldn’t see what was going on under Laurel’s skirt from where she was sitting, and she had no desire to look at another girl’s pussy. She was surprised, though, when Laurel began to emit soft chirping moans. Occasionally her knees would flex and her hips would jump, very slightly.

Minutes wore on and Laurel’s sounds became proper moans. Once her hand moved to squeeze her breast, but then quickly abandoned the job. Her lower body became more animated, eventually settling into a mild but regular humping motion. Kate admitted to herself that Laurel’s body looked every bit as if it were receiving service from a competent pussy-licker.

The pitch of Laurel’s voice rose. Her eyes were closed and her head rolled around. As curious as Kate was about what physical processes were going on under Laurel’s skirt, she couldn’t help but wonder what sorts of fantasies exist in the mind of an odd girl like Laurel to bring her to this.

Laurel’s hands moved to her side and grasped tightly at the cushion. Her moans took on a desperate breathy quality and her head bounced. Her orgasm began, and then lasted an inexplicably long time before her breath slowed and the tension escaped from her body. Finally Laurel reached under her skirt and withdrew the leaf that had seemingly fucked her silly.

Kate avoided looking at Laurel until she had stood up and put her panties back on, but then Kate wheeled up to the plant for a closer look.

The leaf was wet with Laurel’s secretions. One side was smooth, although slightly ridged, with the texture of a cucumber, but the other side was covered in tiny pink filaments that moved on their own in response to her touch.

Kate was in awe. “So these little things rub your clit?” She asked, abandoning her skepticism.