Chapter 2

Heather continued a quiet life, with some VERY limited dating for appearances, she guessed, but satisfying herself when need be. She found she was basically attracted to femme types of women, and most of them were looking for dyke types to dominate them, so finding partners was a very hit and miss thing at school. Mostly miss.

Studying in the stacks was a great hiding place and it was pretty dark in most of the study nooks, so she could slip a hand inside her blouse or pants and relieve herself whenever she needed. Which was quite often. A sex drive she had, that was for sure. She was nineteen and wondered what would happen when she hit her late thirties and early forties when her sex drive was supposed to peak. She couldn't even imagine what that might be like, considering how much she was getting off already.

She just finished up a particularly satisfying orgasm that had her grinding her ass into the seat and breathing in explosive gasps between waves of contractions. After her head cleared a bit, she went back to work, but shortly, sensed someone's presence in the aisle. She lifted her head and saw another girl at the other end of the stacks at another study desk, looking, no, staring openly at her over the top of a textbook. Even in the dim light, you could tell the girl's face was flushed. Heather realized immediately that she must have seen Heather masturbate. Let her watch, she thought wickedly, she would give her a real show. Her desk faced the other girl's. Sliding down as low as she could, she pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees then let them fall to her ankles. The desk was old and had no privacy curtain. Heather was now completely exposed to the girl.

Even from there, she could see the other girl's eyes open wide. Her eyes were trained on Heather's pussy, and nervously glanced up to see if Heather was aware of her watching. Heather stared back, then winked as her hand slid down between her thighs and she began rubbing herself.

First one, then two, and finally three fingers were inserted into her slick hole as she quickly manipulated the walls of her vagina with her long, smooth fingernails, pressing her long clit with the palm of her hand, keeping it trapped inside, bent down. The sensations were electric. Within a minute, she was very hot and could feel the beginning of an orgasm building up. Her back arched into it, her eyes closed to slits as she gave herself to the pleasure. After several minutes of constant friction and pumping, her pussy was making loud sucking and wet noises from her hand, but Heather was beyond hearing or caring. Her head bent back and her eyes opened slightly and vaguely became aware the other girl was standing over her. She stopped suddenly with great effort and concentration and opened her eyes.

The other girl was someone she recognized now, an upperclass cheerleader, long blond hair, terrific tan. Her mouth was open and she was breathing heavily.

"Please don't stop. You are such a hot bitch." It was a plea, a whisper. She was nervous, hot, and scared. Her eyes went back to Heather's still hand, fingers still buried deep in her pussy.

Heather looked into her eyes and realized she was hotter than shit. She reached over and slid her other hand up under the other girls sweatshirt. It went over her hard belly and up and found the full breast nearest her. No bra. Firm. Wide spread from its twin. The nipple was already hard. The other girl gasped in surprise, then started and tried to pull away, but Heather had the nipple and pulled back. As the girl struggled, she got hotter and hotter and her struggles were weak and half-hearted at best. She made no actual effort to remove Heather's hand.

"Please. I. I. Can't... We shouldn't. Someone will see."

"You want relief, we do it together." Heather couldn't believe she was being so aggressive and dominant with this strange girl. And she found it excited her to have her so much under control.