Chapter 23

Karin picked up her purse and turned back to face Heather, who was reaching for the door lock on her apartment door. They were on their way out to a movie, on a date actually. Well, Heather thought it was a date, but Karin was still very nervous about calling it that. She had never dated a woman before, and wasn't all that sure what her true feelings were about it.

The lock snapped back, and Heather turned the handle on the door at very moment that Karin stepped forward to leave, just a half-step too fast, and ran right into Heather. The unexpected full body contact surprised both of them, but Karin was even more surprised to find her pussy go completely wet and her legs tremble. Heather made no attempt to back up and give her room, and Karin, surprise still on her face, was a raging mix of emotions. Her mind said to back up, but her body wasn't moving. And the heat of Heather's thigh through her legs was a furnace pouring waves of warmth directly into her cunt, making her hotter by the second.

After ten seconds of just looking into each other's eyes, Heather leaned over and very, very gently, kissed Karin full on the mouth, taking a long time and pulling away so slowly their lips stuck together as the lipstick merged, pulling their lower lips out and increasing the sweetness and tingling of the kiss.

All Karin could manage to say was "Oh, god..."

She never even opened her eyes from the kiss, but dropped her purse and reached up with one hand and pulled Heather's mouth back on her's with a hand behind Heather's neck. The French kiss was torrid instantly. Heather twisted to be in frontal body contact and their mounds met and ground together as Karin moaned loudly into Heather's mouth. Heather fed her tongue deeply into Karin's mouth and Karin, in response, began to suck on it with an urgency that in turn got Heather boiling hot. Karin had never been with a woman, but it was apparent from her reaction to being kissed that her body was more than ready to welcome the delights of being taken by Heather.

The movie was forgotten.

It had been a long week, and when it had started, Heather was on her way home from the grocery store the long way, taking advantage of a long drive through a local park. Where, unexpectedly, she met Karin.

The park drive wound around a curve and suddenly there was a construction flagman in front of her with the sign turned to STOP. Her car came to a halt and she waited. The person spoke on a radio a few times, but the sign still said STOP. Cars began to pile up behind Heather. The weather was boiling hot, and the air conditioner of the car was working hard to keep the car cool inside. And Heather began to worry about some of the food she had in bags on the back seat.

Finally, the worker walked over to her and Heather was surprised to realize it was a woman. A pretty woman at that, bronzed from the sun. Young. Not much older than her, maybe. She removed her hard hat and wiped sweat from her forehead. A nice ponytail of brown, highlighted hair popped out from under the hat and landed down her sweaty back.

Rolling down her window, Heather asked, "How much longer, do you suppose?" A wave of heat rolled into the car.

"Well, they had an accident down the road a few hundred yards away and the road is completely blocked for a while."

Her radio cracked and she held it to her ear. "OK," she responded, "but they're not going to like it."

"Well, it's real bad. One person's hurt and now there's been another accident behind you and the road is closed there, too. It might be an hour, even longer. You might want to turn off the car."

"Gosh, my groceries might go bad if I do that. I think I'll chance it. I've got plenty of gas." She was about to roll up her window, when a thought occurred to her. "Are you thirsty? I've got a six-pack of cold soda in here."

"You bet, that would be great." Heather broke one out of the package and handed it to her. She held the ice cold can up to her forehead and then her neck. Her nut brown skin was a nice contrast to Heather's own very white skin as the can exchanged hands.

"If all we're doing is waiting, is it OK if you waited in the car with me, where it's cool? I mean, you have the radio if something starts to happen."

"That would be nice. Thanks. They can't see me anyway, all the way around the curve like that." She walked around the other side and slid into the bucket seat. The front of her shirt was dark with sweat stains. But it did nothing to take away from her nice shape, accented by the narrow waist and nicely flaring full hips. Heather's pussy tingled a bit as she looked her over.

"I'm a mess. I hope I don't get your car all dirty."

"Don't worry about it, I'll get it cleaned. Not a problem. Boy, you sure have a hot job!"

"You're not kidding. But it keeps the bills paid until I finish night school."

"What's it like? I mean, working with all these men?"

"Oh, some of them are jerks. Some are nice. Most just wish I'd go away. Or have sex with them. They never give that up. Every day, at least one of them hits on me. I wonder what part of "NO" they don't understand!" They both laughed.

They sat for a while in silence.

"Oh, how rude of me." Heather said. "My name is Heather." And she held out her hand.

"Karin. Pronounced 'Car-in'. Most people forget and call me Karen. That's OK."

"Well, I won't, Karin."

Karin looked over at her. "And what do you do? College?"

"Yeah. I'm a Junior this year. Art major. Not much in common with what you are doing."

"No, but this is just a job. Actually, I want to teach music."

Heather looked her over slowly again. And discovered Karin was checking her out as well. Her eyes were lingering on Heather's nicely framed chest. A subtle signal. I wonder, thought Heather.

"Heather, can I ask you something really, really personal?" Karin sounded very shy. And embarrassed.

"Well, I can always not answer. Shoot."

"My boy friend wants to start inviting other women into our lovemaking. I mean, a threesome. I've never done anything like that and I'm not sure I want to do it. Have you..." She took a breath and stared straight ahead out of the window. Very nervous. "Have you ever slept with another woman?"

"Are you inviting me to sleep with you and your boyfriend?" Heather tried to sound a bit surprised. Actually, it sounded exciting.

"No. Well, I don't think so. I mean, I've never done anything like that. Been with more than one person at a time or had sex with a woman. I've had a few fantasies from time to time, but I've never acted on them. I have enough problems thinking I'd be competing with another woman in bed for my boyfriend's attention, but I'm really not at all sure about the women part. I'm sorry. I can't believe I even said that to you. I better get out." She reached for the door handle. Heather's hand on her arm stopped her.

"Yes, I've slept with women. What do you want to know about it?"

Karin was very surprised. She settled back into the seat and said nothing for a moment. "I guess, I want to know everything. What it's like. How you do it. Did you like it?" She was staring out the car window again. Too embarrassed to face Heather. The conversation was unexpected, but it had definite possibilities.

"It's very nice. You do it the way you would think you'd do it. Hands, fingers, tongues, toys. And I like it very much, with the right lover. Women know how things feel to them and what they like, and in turn generally make better lovers because they don't miss much with their partner." Even as she said it, she knew the last part was a bit of a lie. One of her problems was that she always liked it. With everybody.

Karin remained silent. Heather said. "Why don't you and I go out somewhere together this weekend and talk about it? You can ask all the questions you want and I'll try to answer them. What do you think?"

"You mean a date?"

"No, just us together at a movie or something. We'll go get something to eat later and talk."

"A movie? I guess that would be OK." The radio crackled and she held it up. "OK. The road behind you is open. I'm going to turn everyone around here and send them back."

Heather was writing her number on a piece of shopping bag. "Here's my number. Call me if you want to talk."

"It wouldn't be a date, right? Just talk?"

"Just talk. And some food." Karin's eyes caressed Heather's chest again, then came back up to her face. She was definitely interested.

"I'll think about it. Bye."

"See you later, maybe?" The door shut and again a wave of hot air from the briefly open door hit her in the face. Her panties were already wet. Just the thought of pulling Karin's full hips hard against her body was setting her on fire. She waved as she pulled past her after turning the car around. In the rearview mirror, she could see Karin following her car with her eyes until she went back around the corner.

Back in the apartment, she put the groceries away and stood in the window looking out over the alley next to her apartment. Her right hand popped the top snap on her jeans and her flat hand slid down, under the elastic of her hip rider cotton panties and her finger tips ran through her hair and found the waiting, long, erect clit. Leaning against the window jam, her well practiced long-nailed fingers pulled the clit up and rubbed it back and forth over the cotton material. The friction was electric and her groin went solid with pressure immediately, the already engorged lips swelling fully and opening, a steady stream of fluid spreading the already sizable dark stain on the cotton.

The orgasm came suddenly as she shuddered, the wave of heat from her inner thighs spreading up her belly and over her chest and into her face. Her eyes were shut and she almost looked like she was in pain, but her hand kept moving automatically as her brain went into overdrive and took her to another peak. This time, sparks of light were going off and her knees weakened and she slumped against the wall, the pace of her hand gradually slowing.

Her nipples were rock hard in her post orgasmic reaction and were tenting the shear bra cups, her t-shirt now sporting two proud thumbs at the end of her very full breasts. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and at last she snapped her pants and went back to her desk to study. Her soaked panties were a sweet reminder of her body's desire. She never changed them after sex. The wetness was too nice to just waste. Freshening up could come later. Now, she was alone and the aroma of her own sex was a perfume of which she never got enough.

For just a moment before she cracked a book, she stared off into nothing and wondered if Karin would call. She decided probably not. It was just a chance encounter. Too bad. It had possibilities. Those wonderful hips floated in her mind's eye and she felt her body tingle again with arousal. Damn. Concentrate.

But Karin surprised her again. Two nights later, the phone rang and Karin was on the other end. "Hi, I didn't think I'd hear from you again."

"Well, you almost didn't. But I was standing out there in the sun today and figured, what the hell. It's just a movie. And you seemed so nice and I... well, I really do want to talk about it some more."

"Right. OK. But it's definitely not a date."

"Saturday, about 8 be OK?" Karin asked.

"Fine. Here's the address. I'm in apartment B. Just ring and I'll buzz you up."

"OK. See you then."

The next day, in the middle of her sculpture class, Traci walked into the class. Heather's work area was at the back of the room, but she noticed Traci immediately, as always, the hair on her arms would tingle in anticipation of being near or with her. Traci knew where Heather was and walked in a measured pace back to her, checking on other students work on the way back. She had on one of those blouses that hides everything, but lets the viewer see all at the same time. Every curve, swell and jiggle of her breasts were visible to the watching eye. She wore these types of outfits when she wanted to tease Heather, and today she really wanted to get Heather hot.

Traci's boobs were so very different than Heather's. In size, they were very close to the same, but where Heather's were so very firm and jutting, with upswept very long nipples, Traci's were softer, slightly droopy (not from age, just breast type), and when held gently underneath in a shelf bra, the top jiggled in waves of motion so sensuous that Heather would get instantly wet watching them. Heather loved to watch, hold, squeeze, suck and press against these breasts. It was the biggest turn-on for her when she and Traci did this.

In fact, one of the most sensuous things Heather and Traci did was to lay side by side, pussies locked together with legs intertwined, their pubic bones pressing down on each other's clits. In this position, their chests were tightly pressed against each other, the tissues flattened and bulging out under their arms, the pressure on their ribs and tits making their breasts ache with desire, causing them to swell even more and the pleasure increase.

They would very, very slowly grind their hips together and let their desire build and build. Just at the point where one or the other was going to orgasm, they would whisper please stop to the other and they would cease for a minute or two until they pulled back from the brink. Then, gently, begin again. Each time, the approach would take them higher and higher. After a half dozen or more cycles, they would both be almost crazed with lust and finally, they just couldn't stop and would end up frantically grinding against each other, holding each other tighter and tighter, and then the orgasms would take them together, so intense they would both hang on the edge of consciousness, their bodies on total overload. The pleasure was so intense both would be making all kinds of noises and saying obscene things to each other. Traci once recorded this and at times played it back to herself in the car while she drove to work. One hand would always be up her skirt, inside her panties, with at least one finger working the inside of her pussy.

They would lay there, covered in sweat, lubrication pouring down their legs and bed onto a towel placed under them, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other, but still tight together. And after twenty minutes or so to rest, they would start again.

In the minutes it took Traci to get back to Heather, the smile, jiggle, swing of those oh so familiar hips and (it actually caused her to groan out loud) the sight of Traci's feet in these open toed heels was almost more than she could bear. If the room had been empty, she would have jumped her right there. As it was, it was a near thing. Heather felt her nipples go rock hard under her shirt and a brief glance down showed her that there was no use trying to hide them from the rest of the room. Miniture Mt. Everests stood proudly, pointing slightly upward.

Just the reaction Traci was hoping for.

"Hi, stranger. I missed seeing you last night. How did the studying go?"

"Fine. I think I did OK on the test. Hey. I thought you promised not to get me too sexed up during the day? You KNOW when your tits jiggle like that I get crazy for you. And the goddamn shoes aren't helping any. Ever since Inga. God, you just look fantastic. I wish we were alone." The tone was very quiet so no one could hear.

"Glad to hear it." Softer. "Sorry, I just missed you so much, I couldn't resist." Louder. "Can I ask you to drive me somewhere after class. My car broke down this morning and is in the shop."

"Sure. I'm all done in about thirty minutes. Where to?"

"Ummm. I'll tell you in the car. Not too far. I'll wait in the lobby." It took all of her restraint not to lean over and kiss Heather on the mouth and take one of those wonderful nipples in her fingers and squeeze. There were times when being secret lovers just about drove her crazy. This was one of them. Now that Heather was all sexed up and her nipples and face showed it, they could do nothing about it. Heather was right. During the day was no place for these games. It was too hard.

They walked out to the car and Heather started it and let the air conditioner cool it off before they started out.

"Where to?"

"Here's the address. It's my shrink." Traci said, watching Heather out of the corner of her eye.

"A shrink?! You never told me you see a shrink!" Heather was very surprised. Her horniness faded a bit.

"Well, it's got nothing to do with us. I just have some things to work out and Janet. Dr. Janet Fielding. She's very nice. Has helped me a lot. I come home from the visits very relaxed."

"Oh, would you wait for me? It takes an hour. I realize this is an imposition, but I couldn't think of anyone else.

"It's not a problem. Glad I could do it. You should have just borrowed the car."

Traci smiled. "Now, I never get enough time with you alone as it is, so I thought this would be a good excuse. Oh. I really am sorry about the outfit. I just missed you."

"Well, I miss you too, but you'll notice that I've stopped stripping for you in class, or hiding under your desk and eating you out. We were getting crazy and you would have ended up fired and me out on my ass, trying to explain to my straight parents why I got kicked out of school, along with my lesbian lover, for open sex in the classroom. Now that my parents know you and like you, we can't mess this up." Heather concentrated on driving.

"But you did like the outfit?" Traci said with a sheepish smile.

"What do you think? My pants are soaked. It's a good thing I like them that way, or I'd spend my entire day changing underwear every time you walked by me."

Traci knew Heather was right. And it was a good thing that Traci liked the thought of Heather's underwear being wet with lubrication. She loved eating her out through the cotton and feeling the fluid flow into her mouth. When Heather lubricated, it just poured out of her.

They both laughed. Traci ran her hand up the back of Heather's neck under the thick mane of hair and then her nails up and down the nape of her neck. The long red nails were a nice contrast to the dark hair and white skin. Heather's breathing went tight.

"Traci, how close are we?"

"Ten minutes or so."

"Get over here and fuck me, honey. I'll never make it back to your place."

"I thought you'd never ask, darling."

And with that, she slid over on the seat and pulled Heather's skirt up, with Heather lifting and shifting her hips to allow the fabric to bunch up around her waist. Heather was right. Her tight cotton briefs were soaked, the dark stain spreading halfway up to her waist. The smell of the cum soaked panties was all Traci needed and she put one arm around Heather's shoulders and the other hand went to Heather's now open pussy and a long index finger began to push the panties to one side.

"Don't run us off the road." A long finger slid inside Heather's sopping pussy. Heather groaned.

"Yes. That's so good. More. Put more in. I need it. Please."

"My sexy lover, your pussy is just waiting for my long nails to slid inside and tickle you. Make you come all over my hand. There's another long nail." Another finger slid inside. Heather was almost bouncing on the seat. Traci's fingers were going around and around inside. She could feel the pressure and her belly tightened.

"Oh, are you ready to come for me, darling? Now, another. And another." Four fingers were now inside her swollen vagina, Heather was grunting out loud from the waves of pleasure as they hit her. Her driving was a bit erratic, and she was slowing down as her attention shifted from the road to the wild sensations in her cunt.

"Traci, fist me! Please, fist me!"

Heather had never asked for that before, and Traci had never done it to another woman. She had seen porno movies with women doing it, but had never experienced it. She was worried she'd hurt Heather.

"Are you sure?" Her fingers were working Heather like a flute. There was no doubt that Heather was wet enough. And, open enough. Traci's fist wasn't all that large. Maybe it would work.

Heather groaned wildly and opened her left leg up until it hit the door. Her right leg swung up over Traci's thighs and the car, with no gas, started to slow rapidly. Traci put her left foot on the gas peddle and the car picked up.

Pushing up with her fingers, she pushed her hand further and further inside, coiling her long nails into the palm of her hand as it entered Heather, and then, her entire fist was inside. Heather cried out with lust in her voice and Traci began to pump and inch or so, in and out. After only seconds, Heather orgasmed with a shriek that came from the depth of her soul. Her vagina clamped down so hard on Traci's fist she couldn't have moved it if she tried.

The car began to wander from the lane and Traci tried to swing her left arm around from behind Heather's head, now bent back in orgasm. It was a contortionist act, but she finally got a hand on the wheel and drifted the car back into the lane. A drunken sailor could drive better than this. Honking horns were going off all around them.

Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Heather, unfolding her hand and sliding it out. A copious flow freshly wet the cotton panties as the vagina slowly closed and Traci pulled the cotton over the still swollen and stretched lips. Heather's clit was fully extended and was now pinned under the tight cotton, pointing up at Heather's navel, like the pseudo cock it was. Traci couldn't resist but run her finger up and down the turgid member and feel Heather tense and buck at the intense sensations.

Traci had sweat on her lip and brow and realized she was very aroused from this. But the parking lot was coming up and there was no time. Heather parked in a groggy trance.

"Listen. I'll go in, you sit and calm down. Come up to 507 and wait if you like. I don't mind. Are you OK? I've, I mean, we've never done that before. Wow, did you get off on that! That was some orgasm. Even for you!"

"Yes." She said weakly. "That was fantastic. I need a minute to clear my head. 507 you said, right?"

"OK. God, I smell like your pussy. I hope the Dr. doesn't mind. Maybe I can hit the ladies room in the hall. See you later." And she slammed the door and walked away, leaving Heather leaned over the wheel.

Heather sat, her nipples still hard, her breathing just beginning to slow down. She had just begged Traci to fist her. Where did that come from? Pretty wild, even for her. Yeah, even for her.

The long minutes passed. She was so wet she was sure she must be sitting in a pool of fluid, so she looked around to be sure no one was looking, and slid out of the car and let her skirt fall quickly while she was shielded mostly by the door. She was right. There was a small wet spot on the seat. She wiped it up with a Kleenex and took a deep breath and went into the building, out of the heat. Good thing it was hot outside. Her face was still fully flushed from the strong emotions. She could still feel the intense phantom pressure of Traci's fist inside her, a phantom lover as she rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. That was definitely wild and she had loved it. Yet another new technique to explore. Wait till she did it to Traci. Just wait. The doors opened and she found the office.

The receptionist was a very attractive blond with long hair pulled back into a tight bundle behind her. A dazzling grin. Nice, smallish breasts, no bra to see (or probably needed), white blouse. Delicate hands with long fingers. And very long nails, a perfect set, painted a delicate shade of pink, to match her lipstick. Behind the desk, Heather couldn't see any more. Yes, very attractive. The name tag on the desk said Sherry.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"No, actually, I'm Traci's ride. Is it all right if I wait here where it's cool? It's very hot out."

"Oh, really? I haven't been out since I got here this morning and it was cool then. You are very flushed. Would you like a drink of water?" Her eyebrow was raised a bit, a bit of a snickering smirk on her lips. Did she suspect Heather had just had sex?

Heather spotted the water cooler with its blue jug of water behind the receptionist. "Thanks, that would be nice."

She went over and stood by Sherry as Sherry filled a paper cup with water. As she turned to give the cup to Heather, the definite delicate smell of sex drifted into Sherry's nostrils. Her eyebrow went up even higher as she handed over the cup. "Yes, I see it is very hot out today for some people. I think some people get hotter than others, don't you agree?"

Heather looked at her curiously for a second, then caught the double meaning. Yes, she knew. "Yes, I suppose that's very true. With your fair skin, I bet you get pretty hot yourself - under the right conditions."

Sherry smiled warmly. "Yes, under the right conditions, I can get absolutely steamy. Just turn to liquid." The smirk was gone now and a broad smile signaled an open invitation. Come drink me. Come sample my liquid heat. Come wade in my swamp of steamy parts, and savor them with your tongue, and nose, and feel them with your hands. It was getting very hot in the room.

Heather decided to step around this open invitation. She had Traci to take care of all evening, Karin on Saturday and who knew what was happening there, and now Sherry was coming on to her. Best bet was to gently turn her down. At least for now.

"I'd like to see that. Sometime." Heather said quietly. "I like a lot of liquid. Steamy liquid. I'm Heather." She held out her hand and Sherry took it and held it.

"I get off around 5. Meet me for a drink and I'll show you a real fire. You'll drown in the liquid trying to put it out."

"That sounds very nice, Sherry, but I really can't today. Heat or no heat, I have lots of other commitments and can't break them. Maybe we could exchange numbers? And put the fire on ice for now?"

Sherry released her hand slowly and Heather made no attempt to pull it back too quickly. Sherry looked disappointed. "OK. I'd like that. Later, OK?"

"For sure, later. I love your hair." Heather boldly reached out and ran her hand down the side of Sherry's head, along the rich, yellow strands, and then stepped closer and picked up the thick, shiny bundle of hair and pulled it very slowly through her hand. Sherry took extra good care of her hair and it showed. It positively glowed from her head down to the end of the last strand. And Sherry was almost purring at the bold handling Heather was giving her.

Heather's big boobs were right in Sherry's face and Heather thought for a moment that Sherry would just lean forward and take her tit in her mouth and so she pulled back. Lipstick on her blouse all over her nipple was not going to make for good conversation with Traci on the way back to school.

She released Sherry's hair at last and reached past Sherry, purposefully rubbing her left breast into Sherry's shoulder, and picked up one of the Dr.'s business cards and wrote her number. "I'm not always there. Just leave a message. I'll call back. Promise."

Sherry also gave Heather her number and as Heather picked it up, she noticed a pretty pendant hanging from a desk lamp, right by her hand. It was twisting in the light and throwing off a lot of dazzling colors.

"What's this? It's very pretty."

"Oh. That's one of those charms the Dr. uses to hypnotize her patients. Works like a charm!" She laughed at her own pun. "You just dangle it in front of the person, like this" she held it in front of Heather, "and spin it very slowly." It was turning, shining an endless stream of soft color sparkles into Heather's eyes. "And talk in a quiet, slow monotone" her voice was now a low melody of sweetness and innocence. "Can you feel a calm coming over you, Heather?"

Heather tried to look away, but somehow felt she couldn't. "Yes. A calm. It's so pretty."

"Yes, it is. Try to relax a bit more. It's time to just relax and listen to my voice."

Sliding, slipping, Heather felt herself going limp. Falling toward the voice. She was going under. But with a masterful effort, she reached up and grabbed the pendant and broke the spell.

"I see. It works very well. And you seem to have mastered the technique well enough. Something the Dr. shared with you?"

"Well," Sherry said, "not something she did knowingly. Sometimes, she leaves the door open a crack and I can hear the sessions. It didn't take me long to catch on to what she was doing. I did spy a few times. To watch her do it. And she was a willing victim, I mean, subject, to let me try it on her."

"How did that you do that?"

"Well, if you promise to keep a secret, I'll tell you."

Heather nodded. "Promise."

"I had her under in thirty seconds!" Sherry actually giggled. "I could see her try to fight, but it was at the end of a long day and she was a bit tired. I asked her if I could try it and she said OK. I think she just assumed I'd screw up and not do the voice part, or spin the bauble right, or something. After she went under, I double checked to make sure she was under and she was."