Chapter 11

Jean came by a week later and they chatted for a while and went to a movie. At the end of the evening, she finally broached the subject she had really come over to talk about.

"Listen, my younger sister Betty is here at the college this year, a freshman. She's pledging one of the sororities and they have to go through hell night in a week. It's one of those things they do to scare and embarrass them. In this case, they are a pretty straight house, but hire a bunch of local lesbian housewives to come in for the evening and, well, they blindfold the girls in motel rooms and these women come in and make love to them. Most of the time the girls are OK afterwards and everyone has a good laugh, but as far as I know, my sister is pretty straight and I think it's going to freak her out. I thought, maybe we could take some of the shock out of it if you were to, well, take her out and show her it's not so bad and make her more at ease about it."

"Well, I can at least meet her and see if she wants to talk about it. She could always not pledge the place."

"She feels she has to go through with it or Mom would be mad at her."

Two nights later, Traci waited in the student union and soon spotted Betty looking around for her. She waved and Betty headed over toward her table. Betty was a blond and very pretty. In spite of being in jeans and a sweatshirt, it was obvious she was at least as well built as her sister, with even bigger tits and just as tight an ass.

They introduced themselves and chatted about school for a while.

"My sister said you might be able to give me some tips to help me get through hell night."

"Well, it depends. What is it that bothers you about it."

"I heard. Well, I heard that they do perverted things and make you feel like you want to die afterwards. I'm not sure I want to do this."

"Well, I think it all depends on what you consider perverted, I guess. Why don't we go somewhere else more private and talk."

"O.K."

They went over to an apartment rented by a friend of Heather's, who had gone out for the night. Heather opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses and handed one to Betty.

Betty got right to the point. "I've never had another woman touching me, you know, I mean sexually. I just never did anything like that before. I'm not sure how I'd react to someone, I mean a woman, doing things like that to me."

"Have you ever touched another woman in a sexual way?"

"No, never. I mean, Several of my girl friends have fooled around a little at sleep overs, but I never got involved." She drained her glass and poured another one.

Heather said. "If you want to go through hell night, you have to be at ease with being touched a little."

"I don't know what to do. I just don't think women are supposed to be like that with each other."

"Look, I think I know a way to get you more at ease. Do you trust me?"

"I think so. I mean, I don't think you'd hurt me. My sister said she considered you very close and I respect her opinion of people."

Heather started going around the room, turning off the lights. Finally, she turned off the last one. It was very dim in the room, but she could see Betty sitting on the side of the sofa. She came over and sat next to her.

"I want you to undress me."

"What?"

"Take my clothes off. It'll help you be at more at ease."

Betty hesitated, but finally, fortified a bit by the wine, she put her glass down and started to unbutton Heather's blouse. She eased it out of Heather's jeans and slid it down off her shoulder and off her arms. Heather had on a blue lace teddy and her big tits were straining at the top. Betty was a bit surprised at the large tits in front of her and even more surprised at her sudden arousal from seeing them, but tore her eyes away.

Her jeans came next and Heather stood up to help her, her flat stomach and pussy right in Betty's face as she worked at the snap and zipper. Easing them off her hips, she slid them down to the floor.

She hesitated.

"Now the teddy." Heather whispered.

Betty slowly reached in between Heather's legs and found the snap. The heat from Heather's pussy was hot on her fingers as she fumbled and released the bottom of the teddy. Standing up, she eased the straps off Heathers shoulders, then, her hands shaking a little, slid her fingers alongside Heathers breasts and pulled them free. Now she really stared. They were almost as big as her own, but rode even higher on her smaller frame, making them seem even larger. They had large, swollen nipples, uplifted on the ends. Her face flushed, but she eased the teddy down off Heather and then she was naked. Now they stood, Betty finding it hard to take her eyes off Heather's tits.

"You have a great shape."

"You mean I have great tits and you wonder what it'd be like to touch them."

"I don't...". It was true, she did want to touch them, and felt very confused.

"Yes you do. It's perfectly OK. I don't mind. Play all you want. I think it's healthy to like someone else to think you're sexy and want to play with your body. My tits just love being rubbed and I do it to myself all the time. Don't you?"

Betty bit her lip as she tentatively reached out and ran a finger over the swell of Heather's right breast. It was as firm as it looked. When she reached the nipple, Heather sighed and Betty looked up. Heather's eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face. Betty began running her fingers and then her palm over the wonderful breasts. Heather's breathing was getting ragged. Betty was surprised to find herself even more turned on. Finally she stopped and Heather opened her eyes.

"Now it's my turn."

Betty trembled, but did not stop Heather as a finger began tracing the heavy fullness of each breast through the fabric, finally circling each nipple until it began to tighten and stand up. Betty's breathing began to tighten. Heather said, "Now, let's get rid of the sweatshirt." She reached down and peeled it off over her head, then sat back down. Her fingers now traced the same curves on the bare skin and Betty felt her chest beginning to tingle and the nipples ache. After several minutes, Heather began to lightly pinch and pull on each nipple and Betty gave out little moans, in spite of herself. Her eyes were still closed. Heather stopped and Betty finally opened her eyes. Heather handed her her wine.

"Well?"

"I did like that, I must admit." She laughed softly. "If that's all they do, the worst is that I might get turned on. Hell, I can handle that."

"Well, they probably will go a little further than that. And you should be prepared. Let me show you."

She leaned forward slowly and pulled one of the still swollen nipples deep into her hot mouth and sucked gently on it, running her tongue around it and over the sensitive tip. The warm wetness of her mouth and the pulling and rubbing hit Betty in little shocks between her legs. In seconds, she was lubricating again. Her hand came up to move Heather's head away, but the sucking continued and instead, she found herself pulling Heather into her swollen boob and closing her eyes. God, this felt sooooo good. Heather was leaning her head back, pulling the heavy breast up and away from Betty by the swollen nipple, now trapped in the wet suction of her mouth. Betty could feel her twat tingle and she shocked herself by beginning to moan loudly.