Chapter 21

Today would be a long one, as Heather stretched in bed before heading to the bathroom. Naked as always, she lay there and ran her hands up her sides and under her large, erect breasts and pushed a pink nipple up to her mouth. Leaning her head down, she pulled it firmly into her mouth and pulled on it hard and it immediately erected under the practiced guidance of her tongue. Pinning the now very long nipple to the roof of her mouth with her tongue, she bit down gently until the flesh of her breast was trapped in her mouth, and withdrew her hand from supporting the breast. The increased pressure and pulling sensation on her breast and nipple started a steady stream of sparks to her pussy and she felt herself get moist. The rapid arousal always worked when she needed to get there fast, and she groaned from the wave of pleasure in her belly. Then, she repeated the action with the other breast, this time, as she released it to hang from her mouth, she pulled at the other nipple, twisting it slowly back and forth, and applying pressure under the nipple with a firm thumb and index finger and groaned even louder.

She often wondered if the landlady overheard her making noise when she masturbated, but generally didn't care.

Her cunt was now liquid and on fire from the stimulation of her chest, and a hand went to her mons and began to stoke it and press downward against the heavenly swelling between her legs. In only seconds, her clit appeared between her puffy and opening lips and stood erect for her fingernail to gently tease. In only seconds, the first orgasm built up in her loins and with a grunt and a spasm that shook the entire bed, her butt drove down violently into the mattress and then jerked back up against the waiting finger. And again. And then, yet again. Finally, sweating lightly from the very rapid repetition of orgasms, and with her heart still beating hard, she let herself calm down and then swung her feet onto the floor and walked to the john, a thin trickle of cum wetting her thigh.

In the shower, she ran the day's schedule through her head over again and washed quickly, taking time to bring herself off twice more, just for good measure. Good measure, because she knew it would be the last time she was going to be able to do anything at all sexual with anybody, or to herself until her guests left on Sunday. The early morning masturbation, while not at all uncommon for her, was especially necessary in a vain attempt to cool her erotic ardor a bit, at least for today. Tomorrow would be a challenge.

Jumping into a pair of old jeans cutoffs, with threads hanging down (they tickled her legs, a definite BIG turnon as she walked), a mistake today, but she forgot that for the moment as she pulled a sleeveless light sweater over her now bra encased breasts. The nipples still tingled from her teeth and she rubbed them hard with her palms to try to get them to settle down, which they slowly did. Her body had a sense memory like nothing she could imagine. Even now, twenty minutes later, she could feel her fingernail on her clit almost as if she was still arousing herself. Damn. Body, settle down and give me a break! At least for the next couple of days.

No Traci. Or anybody else. Her cousins were coming for a college visit and interviews. Well, actually, her second cousin Tami and two of her high school girl friends, Gina and Chloe. Heather's Mother had called on Wednesday night to ask if they could stay with her at the apartment for the weekend, pick them up at the train station and drop them off, and generally watch over them for the weekend and show them the campus. Unable to say no, she agreed, even though the homework was piling up already, even though school was only into the second week of the Junior year.

And Traci. Traci, her dear sweet luscious lover, and, art professor, was the worst! Her class assignments were many, tough, and demanding. Traci had warned her that if anything, their relationship would mean that she would be harder on Traci than anyone else her classes so that if anyone found out about their being lovers, they couldn't find and trace of favoritism. Well, that was for certain. They had only had time to see each other once aside from the dinner with her parents, which had gone very well. After all these years of worrying about how to handle her sexual orientation with them, it all seemed to just fall into place. She knew they were exceptional parents. She never felt so loved.

And she and Traci would not see each other this weekend because of Heather's commitments. Heather missed her, and wondered if they could get back to the pool before the Summer ended and it would be too cold to float and...

Her Mother had made a very big deal out of warning her that her cousin and friends, whom Heather hardly knew, except from a family reunion picnic many years before, came from a very conservative branch of the family from a very small town in the mid-west who were very religious. Heather had to be careful to protect them and not do anything that would go against their beliefs. She assured her Mom that she understood and would send them home unsullied. It would be the same as if they had come to live in a monastery. They had both laughed, but when Heather had hung up, she knew it would be tough. First, she had a female lover, who would be interviewing the girls! Second, the school was anything but an innocent place, with mixed sex dorms, heavy weekend drinking and partying, and minimal supervision by the school officials.

Having been sixteen only four years previously, she remembered quite clearly how hot to trot she had been, and most of her friends at that age. Ready to bust out and experiment. And now, away from home, she expected that her firm hand and restrictions were not going to go down well at all. No, definitely, not well at all.

Her classes finished at three o'clock, right on schedule and she made a beeline for her apartment to change. Keeping an eye on the clock, she changed into a pair of loose slacks, a heavy, thick fabric bra that flattened her breasts somewhat and definitely hid her erotic nipples, and then a blouse that was almost baggy and her ample bosom line all but disappeared. Welcome back to high school she thought. She kept on the G-string panties just to feel good under her disguise.

Scrubbing all the makeup off her face, she pulled her hair back and put it into a bun and pinned it. There, she thought. Put a habit on me and I'm all set for the nunnery! The pressure of the tight bra pulling her breasts hard against her ribs actually felt quit good, and her tingling pussy made a liar out of her even as she had the thought. Yeah, right.

She headed for the train station, and even with a heavy foot on the accelerator, she was ten minutes late parking. She rushed into the station, and found the platform the train came in on and was relieved to see that Amtrak was late again, and relaxed a moment. She reached the platform just as the train rolled in and she stood up by the engine, not wanting to miss the kids as they came off the train.

Many people got off, and then she spotted them near the last car, far down the platform. It was hard to miss this group. Each had on a small hat with a ribbon, a simple, shapeless dress that came to the knees, white anklet socks and white flats. They even had on white gloves! A purse was hanging from one shoulder and they carried something in one hand, but at this distance, she couldn't make out what it was.

She tried to guess who was who, but her distant memory from the picnic long ago wasn't of much use. They walked slowly toward her and she noticed that the tallest girl, about her own height, was a blond with long straight hair, like it was ironed straight. She walked in the lead and guessed she must be Tami. Very cute from here. To her left walked a brunette with short hair, almost bouncing along. And to her right and slightly to behind the two others was a very dark haired girl who was two inches or so shorter than Tami, her hair cut in a nice blunt cut at the top of the shoulders, nicely framing her very pretty face. But what made her stand out was the fluid, almost slinky way she walked, gliding along the platform. It was a sexy walk that oozed of erotic intent and Heather felt herself go damp just allowing herself watch her flow toward her. Get a grip girl! Here they are!

"Are you Tami? HI! I'm your cousin Heather."

"HI!" They hugged briefly. Tami introduced her to Gina, the brunette, who said hi and shook her hand and then to Chloe, who, to Heather's surprise, floated over to her and gave her a very intimate hug and a kiss on the cheek. In just those few seconds, she could feel two very firm, large breasts press into her ribs just under her own. This girl was built, but the dress gave almost no clue to the curves underneath, hidden in all the frills. As Chloe stepped back, found it difficult to stop looking into the girl's liquid brown bedroom eyes, her gaze locked unblinkingly with Heather's.

Finally, Heather broke the moment and said, "Well, welcome to our town and my college! I hope you like it here. We'll go back to my apartment and let you get settled, then go to the college eating hall and have dinner so you can see the crowd. Then, we'll play it by ear, OK?"

"Great! We can pick up our bags upstairs at the baggage claim area." As they turned to go, Heather realized that the girls were each carrying a small leather bound Bible in their gloved hands. It was a scene from Anne of Green Gables and she almost started laughing. She led the way and soon had their luggage in the trunk of the car and they were soon in her apartment.

As the girls spread their things out in the extra bedroom, Tami came in and handed her an envelop. "Mother said I was to give this to you as soon as we arrived. I forgot at the train station, I was so excited to be here." Heather took it from her hand and looked up at a worried face.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't have read it there anyway. Go settle in and we'll get something to eat."

As she left, Heather tore open the envelop and rapidly scanned the contents, written in a tight, neat feminine hand.

"Dear Heather,

Thank you so much for agreeing to take in the girls on such short notice. I know you will have much to do in a short time, but I want you to remember that we have raised Tami (and the other parents are in agreement on this) in a strict upbringing much more restrictive than your own. Please respect my wishes and apply my rules in deciding what is allowable and not your own. I have confidence that we can count on you completely.

1.

The girls have a 9PM curfew at night, with no exceptions. This includes bathing and prayers.

2.

They are to read their Bible's for ten minutes each morning and evening.

3.

They are not allowed to consume alcohol in any quantity, or any other drugs.

4.

Under no circumstances are they allowed to go out on a date with a boy unless you chaperone them, and have them in by the curfew time.

5.

Tami has a slight sleep walking problem right now. Chloe is fully aware of the problem, the treatment that Tami has been getting, and how to handle things if the problem should occur during their visit. Under no circumstances talk to Tami about this, only Chloe, as Tami is not fully aware of the problem. I do not expect any problems, however, as she has been much better as of late.

Good luck and I hope to meet you one of these days. Thank you again for kind assistance.

Signed, Linda Greer"

WOW! The kids DO live in nunnery! 9 PM curfew? Is she kidding? And sleep walking? Well, I have to do this or everyone will get into hot water. She went over to the doorway and motioned for Chloe to come over. Again, Heather was intrigued at the fluid way she moved. Never in a hurry, just unbelievably graceful. It was very sexy.

"Yes?"

"Can you come in a minute? And close the door a bit? Thanks. Come here and sit on the bed. Tell me about Tami and the sleepwalking."

"Oh, her Mother mentioned that? Well, it's quite embarrassing for her. About six months ago, she just started getting up at night and walking around the house. One night, she got everyone else out of bed, got them downstairs and in a circle on the floor and had them singing songs and holding hands for hours, then they all went back to bed. She didn't remember it at all the next day. She did other things like that. Once they woke her up and she freaked out, so they took her to the doctor's and he advised that she should come in for treatments immediately. He told us that if she does walk in her sleep, under no circumstances should we wake her up, and if she wants things done, we should do them to keep her happy, no matter what they are. But, we needn't worry, I don't think. She hasn't done it for weeks now and the Doctor thinks she might be over it. I'm sure Tami's Mom only mentioned it so if it happened you'd know what to do. Anyway, I know all about it and I'll help if it happens." Heather was just falling into this girls voice. Soft, slow speaking, it was a melodious sexy voice that pulled you into it and made you want to have her just keep talking to you. That and her deep brown eyes were getting Heather all aroused.

She finally broke free from the spell with an effort and they stood up. "Thanks, Chloe. Not a problem to worry about. Let's get some eats!" Even as she said it, her eyes fell down to the front of Chloe's dress, trying to see the full tits she knew lurked there, but was defeated by the simple lines of the fabric that showed her nothing. She glanced up and Chloe was looking directly at her, a slight smile on her lips. Finally, she broke eye contact and they walked out of the room together.

After dinner, Heather and the girls walked all over the campus and at eight thirty headed back for the apartment. Heather noticed that they made no protest at the early end to the evening. In the apartment, they cleaned up and changed into night clothes, totally baggy night gowns that covered their bodies from the neck down to their toes. While Heather studied, they read from their Bibles, said prayers on their knees and then, gave Heather a kiss on the cheek and walked back to the other room to go to bed. Chloe waited till last and came over and stood by Heather for a moment, looking down at her from hooded eyes, holding her gaze unblinkingly. Then, she leaned down and gave Heather a kiss full on the mouth, holding it just a moment longer than a friendly kiss required, then stood up, still holding Heather's eyes with her own.

Heather's heart started to race and she felt her pussy go wet. Damn! What the hell was that? Where did that come from? She's just being friendly, calm down. She's a kid from a farm and she reads her Bible all the time. But her pussy was screaming that this girl wanted her, and she knew her pussy was never wrong. Oh, shit. I hope she doesn't try anything. I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off her and then we'll really have a stink.

And Chloe retired and pulled the door shut behind her. Leaving Heather tight-chested and breathing hard. Finally, she was able to get back to studying and it was almost midnight when she slipped into the bathroom and changed into a pair of flannel PJ's and slid between the sheets. God, flannel, of all things. What we don't do to keep the relatives happy. And then, she slept.

And awoke the next day with the sun well up and a knock on the door asking if she was awake. They cleaned up in the bathroom one at a time, and Heather could see them dressing through the open doorway. Nothing remarkable, just white panties and cotton bras, with loose sweaters and skirts of neutral colors.

Until Chloe, who looked over at Heather to make sure she was watching, then slowly removed her nightgown and let Heather see her full figure. High breasted, with large brown nipples, a very narrow waist, and then full hips, with long legs capped with a very prominent mons with neatly trimmed bush. Still facing Heather, who couldn't take her eyes off her, she pulled on a pair of bright blue satin low cut panties that eased into the joints of her thighs and framed her pussy like a mould, her slit clearly outlined by the fabric. She took more time than necessary to adjust the top, pulling the elastic away from her hard, flat stomach and running a finger along the skin several times very slowly.

The bra was a matching fabric and she took even longer easing her firm breasts into the cups and adjusting the fit, her fingers lingering on her nipples and teasing them to hardness. When she was done, she reached around back and snapped the clasp, her now tight nipples thrusting out at Heather, the fabric becoming almost a second skin. A deep cleavage resulted, inviting eyes, fingers, and tongues to enjoy.

Chloe again locked eyes with Heather and Heather felt her knees getting weak. Damn, this girl was trying to seduce her, she was sure. And she was having her doubts about them being simple country girls. At least Chloe...

Turning away at last, Chloe too slipped on a shapeless blouse and skirt, which in seconds hid her voluptous figure from view.

It was some minutes before Heather's heart slowed down and she felt able to take them over to breakfast, then through the day's interviews. Heather decided it certainly wasn't her imagination that Chloe was interested in her after about the tenth time Chloe found an opportunity to put her hand on Heather's arm, or in the small of her back, and left it there for a few seconds each time, applying the smallest amount of pressure.

And walking around with her, watching her movements was a torment of sexual innuendo. It did not matter how much she tried to ignore it all, but Heather found herself deeply aroused by the end of the day, and several times tried to figure out how she could follow up on this, but no opportunity presented itself and each time she chided herself for even thinking about it. The girl's face, eyes, voice, and motions were almost hypnotic and erotic in the extreme.

After dinner, they walked around again and finally, tired, went back to the apartment and they had an almost exact repeat of the activities of the night before. And again, Chloe waited till last to kiss her goodnight. Heather planned to turn and present a cheek, but Chloe had placed a hand under her jaw as she leaned down and tilted Heather's head up to her and she again kissed her very fully on the mouth, her lips very moist. And, just before they broke, Heather felt an electric thrill go through her as she felt Chloe's tongue trace the outline of her lips briefly, but distinctly.

Heather reached out and held the girl's hands, and stood up and looked down into her eyes. "I know what you want. You have to understand that we just can't." Even as she was saying it, every nerve in her pussy was screaming fuck her, fuck her. "It wouldn't be right. Your friends and parents would never understand and you would go home with your life a big mess." Heather paused. "You are the one of the sexiest people I've ever met and I would have you in my bed in a second if things were different. But they are what they are. Please understand and don't make things hard for either of us."

Chloe just looked into her gaze. "Do you have a lover?"

"Chloe, we can't..."

"Do you?" It was soft, almost a whisper.

"Yes, I do. She's wonderful for me. You have to find someone at home. It can't be me, now, here. It will just be a problem for both of us."

"It's too hard at home. Nobody's like me at home. They all are after boys." It was a sad, disappointed voice. Forlorn.