Chapter 28

The trip back to the states went smoothly. Heather's lightning fast sexual encounter in the lavatory with the two stewardesses was surprising quite satisfying, in spite of her exhaustion from another long night without sleep.

The stewardess had really great hands and brought Heather off in under five minutes, only stopping when the other stew, working from the rear, managed to get the first stew off and distract her from her business with Heather. The stew's heavy breathing as she stroked and tweaked Heather's long nipples and heavy breasts plus her grunts and gasps as the other stew fucked her pussy from the rear really added to Heather's own enjoyment and she quickly slid into that mental state of hot lust that let her begin to repeatedly orgasm.

That encounter had ended as silently as it began. They pulled their clothes back on in the darkness, struggled to regain their breath, and then the stew by the door popped open the door and quickly looked around. No one was there and she quickly went back to her work station in the kitchen. The first stew and Heather followed and closed the door. The stew called the cockpit and asked that they try the breaker again, as she thought she had the problem fixed. The lights popped back on and an OK was given. They all smiled at one another and Heather regained her seat.

But the sex, so quick and vigorous, had left her very excited and she could still feel the expert fingers on her breasts and pussy for many hours afterward, reliving in her mind the sensations, making her horny all over again. Sleep never did come to her as Sherry and Traci snored on her shoulders. She ran Sherry's gorgeous long hair through her fingers as Sherry slept.

"I hope she never cuts this." She thought. And kissed Sherry on top of the head.

They went through customs and immigration then caught a cab. Heather was first to get out and she was now staggering with exhaustion.

"See you tomorrow." She gave each of them a cursory peck on the cheek and dragged her bags up the steps to her apartment. She let herself in and put her bags in the bedroom and took stock of the situation.

The plants were a little dry, so she gave them each a shot of water and talked and stroked each one of them for a while to let them know she was home.

Then, she made a cup of tea and pulled out her class schedule and homework assignment and figured out her plan for the next day. Traci had a big test scheduled and she knew she wasn't close to being ready. Damn.

She fought off the fatigue and tried to study. In ten minutes she was nodding off over the book, tea or no tea.

"I've got to get some rest first," she thought.

She headed for the bedroom and realized she still needed to unpack, so she forced herself to do that. Then, she quickly showered, pulled on a flannel nightgown, and set the alarm for early the next morning. And slid in between the sheets. Then remembered she didn't call home to let her parents know she was back safe and sound.

She picked up the phone and in a quick call, talked to her Mother and promised to call her the next day and tell her all about the trip. Well, the parts she could tell. "Gosh, Traci, I miss your tongue on my pussy soooo... much." She blushed as she found herself thinking this as her Mother said goodnight.

It was only 6PM as the phone dropped in the cradle. She switched the ringer off and was asleep in seconds. She slept the sleep of the dead and only the alarm the next day awoke her with its persistent loud buzzing.

She stretched. A quick trip the bathroom and she slipped into cotton briefs, jeans, a sweater over a good support bra and her loafers. Her hair she ran a brush through twice and piled on her head in a messy pile. It was study time. No time for pleasure.

A quick breakfast with tea and some slices of toast and she gathered her books and headed out the door for the student cafeteria. It was her secret study place. She hardly knew any of the other students and they left her alone as she sat in a corner and began to cram for the exam. The hours went by and she got hungry, went through the food line and used her meal card for the second time the whole term. Then nibbled at her food as she studied, finally pushing the tray away. Only an hour to the exam was left as she checked her watch. Just once she wished Traci would cut her some slack about her courses and tests.

As she moved the tray away, she scanned to room and noticed a striking woman, about Traci's age, walking several isles away, looking around for someone. What caught her eye was that she seemed a bit out of place in her very sophisticated black on black attire. Very Parisian. Heather dropped back to her books. Very striking she thought. Trim waist and flat belly. Great hair, but up and pinned back. Nice very dark color. Rich. Great to run your fingers through, she bet. A hint of a very nice chest under the jacket and blouse. Her internal dialogue was interrupted by a female voice with a distinct French accent.

"You are Heather? No?" She was standing there looking down at Heather. Beautiful facial bones, sensitive mouth. A knockout, natural beauty. Yes, now more than a hint of a chest. Definitely a full figure.

Heather scanned her as she looked up, surprise on her face. "Yes, I'm Heather." God, the woman has a great figure, she thought as her practised eyes scanned the woman again.

"I am Monique, I'm glad we can meet so soon." The woman placed her tray on the table and shook Heather's hand. Heather felt as though the sexual energy of five Traci's just raced up her arm and through her body. Monique was practically glowing with sexual energy and in a flash, Heather felt her body respond and her brain fill with the first waves of sexual fog that always seemed to cloud her thinking when she was very excited. It hit her so hard she was confused at first. She and Traci had chemistry. Powerful chemistry. This was a reaction on another plane entirely. She found it hard to breath. Holy shit, she thought. Am I attracted to her or WHAT?

"I'm sorry," she finally responded, "do I, should I, know you?"

"No, not yet, you have been away to Europe, no? I am your new art professor, of course."

"What? I haven't changed courses. You must be mistaken." The fog in her mind wasn't clearing, only getting stronger. God, she never got this hot unless Traci was around and they were teasing each other. A lot. Who WAS this woman? The faint aroma of Monique's perfume swallowed Heather and added even more to her excitement.

Monique paused. "You do not know about the change? Traci did not tell you?"

"Changes, what changes?" The fog receded just a bit as Heather's concern rose.

"I am your new teacher. Traci is leaving to go to the Southern campus and head the department there for a period. I was sure she would have told you. I'm so sorry for you to find out this way."

Heather was rapidly gathering her books and shoving them in her bag. She was stunned. Scared. Furious. Bewildered. And still horny as hell for this woman.

"You were studying for the big test today?" Monique reached out and touched her arm again. More fire. God, this woman was setting her on fire. It flooded into her even over her fear and anxiety.

"Yes, you should know. I must go see Trac... the Professor about this. Excuse me." She practically ran out of the cafeteria. The panic rose in her throat.

"I cancelled the test three days ago," Monique called behind her to her back. Heather's pussy was wet as she hurried along. Sex was the last thing she wanted to think about and she was angry she couldn't push it out of her mind.

She jumped in her car and raced for the administration offices. Traci's office was locked. It looked like her desk had been cleaned off. She drove as fast as she could over to Traci's apartment and Traci's car was still in the lot, a couple of boxes on the back seat.

Heather ran up the steps and Traci's door was open. She stepped in just as Traci was picking up some boxes and was heading out the door.

"THERE you are!" Traci said in relief. Her eyes were red from crying. "I've been trying to reach you since last night! I went by this morning and you were already gone."

"I just heard! Nobody's been trying to reach me." Heather remembered she didn't listen to her messages and had turned off the phone. And left early in the morning to study. "The phone was off. Are you leaving me?" Her fear surfaced in her bluntness. She braced herself for the answer she dreaded was about to come. Traci was so pretty and sexy and she just knew someday someone would steal her away and...

"What? Leaving you? Leaving you? No. No. I could never leave you! I love you. It's a fucking promotion!" She didn't sound happy about it.

"But, you were leaving without saying goodbye!" Heather was crying. From relief. From the sudden news that they would be apart.

"I wasn't going to go until we could talk. Why would you jump to such a conclusion honey?"

"I, I... I was so scared. I don't know what I'd do without you." It came out as she wept.

Tracy stroked her hair. "Now. Come on. It's going to be rough. But we can get through this. It's only for six months."

"Six months?! My, God, Traci, that's forever! I'm withdrawing and coming with you."

"No. NO! Listen to me. You can't DO that. Calm down. Look, you have a brilliant career ahead of you. You still need to finish your studies. You can still learn a lot from the teachers here. You mustn't screw up things when they are all headed your way."

"But, but. I can't live without you." She kept crying.

With all the lovers Heather seemed to take, Traci had secretly wondered if Heather really was all that seriously in love with her, but there was no doubt left now.

"I know. I cried all morning." She stroked her hair. They clung to each other. "How did you find out?"

"Monique told me." Heather was still crying.

Traci jerked upright and pulled back just as though she had been shot. "Monique? Monique who?" She held Heather at arm's length.

"Monique Lassitur. The new professor."

Traci's face was filled with fear. "She has a French accent?"

Heather stopped crying. "Yes. Why. WHAT IS IT?"

Traci sat heavily on the pile of boxes. "Now. Now she has to turn up. Here. With you. Oh, God, what ARE we going to do?" It was a whisper of horror.

Heather knelt in front of Traci. "What? Who is she?"

Traci hesitated. Her face was filled with a black cloud.

"The devil. The sexiest, dangerous devil in the world, but the devil none-the-less."

"Tell me about her."

Traci was silent as she gathered her thoughts. She decided. Heather had to know. At least as much as she thought the girl would believe. "I want you to hear this from me. We had an affair while I was in school. In Paris. I left her in the end. I couldn't deal with it anymore. I left." She sounded exhausted.

"Did you love her?" Heather bit her lip to hold the hurt inside.

Traci took a long time to answer. "Yes."

"And her?" God this hurt, Heather thought. It's before me. It has nothing to do with us. Be brave. Listen.

"In her way, yes, she loved me."

Heather waited.

"It's a fantastic story. Unbelievable unless you experienced it. I left in the end because it would have destroyed me. Her love. The sex. The... it was too intense. She tried to control it, to protect me, but in the end, she failed. I saved myself. From her. From it. I'm glad I left. But I'll never ever forget it."

Traci got to her feet wearily. "You must stay away from her."

"But, I'm her student."

"Outside of class, stay away from her. She's dangerous. That's all I'll tell you. Promise me you'll try not to sleep with her."

Heather looked hurt. "You know I wouldn't..." Even Heather knew this protest sounded very hollow. Hell, she seemed to sleep with everyone.

"THIS IS NOT A GAME, DEAREST!" Traci took her by the arms. "Just promise me you'll try not to sleep with her until we can formulate some sort of game plan on how to protect you."

"I can take care of myself around her."

"Promise me."

"I promise. Traci, what are we going to do about being so far apart?"

"Let me get down there and figure out how to solve that. You concentrate on your studies. God, I wish we could have tonight together. I miss you so much. I need your loving, honey. And we need a plan about Monique."

"Are your sure? I don't know if I can do this." Heather complained.

"Yes we can. We'll get past this. Now, carry this box. And I'll lock the door."

At the car, they kissed. And held each other a long time. "Got to go. It's a long drive and they're already pissed I was out of the country and didn't show up when they wanted. Bastards, they could have let me in on this a long time ago."

"What happened?"

"I'm not sure yet. A scandal I think. Anyway. You stay away from Monique outside of class. No matter what."

"OK. Got it. Please call tonight. I miss you already." Her heart was breaking inside.

"You are upset because I had an affair with her?" Traci looked into Heather's red eyes.

"No. Yes. Of COURSE I'm upset. She's so fucking beautiful and the chemistry is so STRONG and..."

Traci stopped her. "You already see how dangerous it is to be around her. Stay away." She stroked Heather's arm. "That was a long time ago and we have each other now. Concentrate on that."

"OK. I'll be good."

"I know. Have fun at your party this weekend."

"How did you... ?"

"You talk in your sleep, remember?" Traci smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep with Karin or Sherry this weekend. Something that will keep you occupied and help you wait for me."

Heather didn't respond. She had forgotten about the party again. She didn't want to sleep with Karin or Sherry. She wanted Traci. And Monique. The realization that the woman was still exciting her surprised her and she realized that Traci wasn't just warning her for nothing. I AM totally sweep off my feet by her.

Traci got in the car, blew her a kiss and left the lot.

Heather sat in her car and cried. This was so fast. She felt empty. Forgetting at last about Monique, she cursed the administration and headed for her apartment. She turned her phone back on. On the machine, she found the frantic messages from Traci begging her to call immediately. A note from Mom telling her that Traci was frantic to find her. A note from Karin telling her not to forget the party Saturday night, hoping she had a nice trip and also (shyly) hoped she could "stay the night, if you know what I mean" after the party. And a note from Monique.

Heather pulled back from the machine as she hear Monique's distinct voice. God, it was a sexy voice.

"Heather. I'm so sorry I upset you with bad news this morning." She sounded sincere. "I hate to have to bring this up when you have so many other important personal things to attend to, but the dean just called with questions about your painting and trip and wants to meet in her office at three this afternoon. Please let me know if you can make it." She gave her number.

Heather sat and stared at the phone. Traci said stay away. But this would be in the dean's office. That was safe enough. It was school business and she couldn't ignore that.

She called and got Monique's machine. That was a relief. She left a message and then went and made a snack. She couldn't taste the food. She cried.

"Traci, how can this be getting so screwed up? I wish you were here." She fought the tears as she did the dishes. A couple of drops in each eye reduced the redness, but she knew she looked like hell.

She met Monique just outside the office. Monique immediately said, "We must touch up your eyes. Come with me." She just took charge and Heather fell in behind her.

Heather immediately felt that electric presence from before. Monique turned for the ladies room and Heather followed and in the next minute, Monique produced some eye liner and shadow and the circles and puffiness ware covered up.

"Do they know about you and Traci?"

Heather was amazed. She knew. "No, I don't think so."

"We must keep it so, then."

"Fine. OK. What's this about?" Heather looked into Monique's eyes. Deep brown pools of excitement. She shivered. God, what is it about this woman? She is dangerous. Traci only said TRY not to sleep with her. She must know how sexually attractive she is to me.

"I don't know yet. Do not answer any question until we understand what is the problem."

"OK."

They went back and entered the office just on time for the appointment. Heather's arm was on fire from the brief touch Monique had given her as she guided her in through the door.

The dean sat behind her desk. To her right was a plain woman in a severe business suit. They both looked grim.

"Heather, when you entered this university, you signed an agreement that stated that any income earned using university facilities or properties would be shared with 80 percent going to the school. Perhaps you had forgotten that?"

Heather answered before Monique could stop her. "No, I haven't forgotten."

"Is this your signature on the form?" The other woman handed her a paper. It was her signature.

"Yes, that's mine."

Monique interrupted, cutting off the dialogue. "Just, what is the concern, dean?"

The other woman leaned forward, "Heather has been producing many works of art and selling them very successfully, using the university facilities, and has never paid a penny she owes the school for our fair share of the income. We would like payment of our share of the money." She was staring at Monique. Monique fixed her stare and suddenly the other woman blushed deeply and looked away.

"I...", Heather started.

"Just a minute. Excuse me Heather. I will speak with you in the hallway. Please." She rose and they went out.

"You know of the agreement?"

"Of course."

"You have not violated it?" Monique's presence was sending that fog of lust into her brain again. She felt her chest tighten and fought for balance.

"No. Traci made sure I did all the personal work off campus at the apartment. That's why I live there." And to fuck Traci, but she didn't add that.

"You have receipts for the materials?"

"All of it."

"Have the private works ever been displayed on campus, stored there, anything of that nature?"

"No, they never come near the place. Traci and I do all the business work at my place or her's. Never at school." It was hard to breathe. Heather's nipples were rock hard with excitement. She felt she would just jump Monique right there in another few seconds.

"Let me deal with it." She took Heather's arm and Heather felt a hot flood of pleasure flow over her arm and chest.

WOW. This woman can really get too me. Heather thought to herself. Her chest burned and she felt it swell and her tits grow tight.

Inside, they sat again.

Monique began. "Heather did none of the work on school grounds. The materials were all her own. You have no claim on the results. Perhaps if I could discuss this with the young lady for a few minutes..." She was looking at the lawyer.

The lawyer was flushed and trembling. "Diane. Yes... We could do that. I'll require... proof..."

"Of course, my dear. Let's leave the dean to her other important matters and I'll give to you what you require."

Diane swallowed hard. She rubbed her legs together. The dean looked a bit puzzled. "I thought you said you were sure..."

Diane hesitated. "She says she can prove otherwise. We should let them do that if they can, it's only fair. Your office?" She was pushing past them. Still blushing.

"I will call you later with news." Monique brushed past and perhaps rubbed Heather's chest slightly with her arm as she moved past her. Instantly, Heather's already hard nipples erected to their maximum length and began to burn. Her sweater clearly showed her long points, even through the bra. The dean was staring as Heather slipped on her coat quickly and left the office. Her chest was on fire and she had to get out of there and rub herself.

Back at her place, Heather rubbed herself for many minutes, finally experiencing a delicious nipple orgasm before her breasts calmed down. Even as she gasped and groaned, she was thinking of Monique's slight touch and it got her more excited. Damn. Damn. What a hot bitch. Boy, do I WANT her.

Only as she sat and thought for a while and her body calmed down did she begin to realize that she had to limit her time with Monique to public places and around other people. If they ever got alone for long, she would sleep with her in a second. And Monique would have her.

She finally went into the other bedroom, converted as her studio and worked for a while on an unfinished painting, finally taking her mind off the events of the day.

The phone rang and she picked it up. It was Monique.

"We have won and there will be no more troubles over your paintings." She was excited and pleased.

Heather was cautious.

"Do I have to show them my receipts?"

"It will not be necessary. Donna has received all she asked for and was quite pleased." That sounded a bit strange.

"Like what? I thought..."

"We should have a victory celebration tonight. I wish to take you to dinner to some place special." Monique just went on.

"Well, I..." Warning bells were going off. But it would only be dinner. In public. She would meet her there and then she could handle it. She thought.

"It will be a marvellous evening for us to get to know one another a bit better. Eight o'clock?"

"It should be OK." Heather tried to sound bland. Her heart was pounding.

"I will pick you up at eight at your place. Goodbye." Monique hung up.

"No, I will meet..." Heather tried to respond, but the connection broke. She tried Monique's office and got no answer. She had an unlisted number at home.

Shit.

The phone rang again. It was Karin.

"Hey, welcome home. I'd thought you'd call."

"Hi, Karin. Sorry. It's been a very crazy and upsetting day."

"Oh? What's up? You still coming tomorrow night?" Karin obviously was interested in getting the plan for the party in place.

"Traci's gone."

"WHAT! What happened?!" Karin shifted her focus quickly.

"She got a promotion to the southern campus as the art director there and head of the department. For six months. We didn't find out till last night. I didn't hear about it til this morning." Heather began to cry again.

"Six months? Oh, gosh, that's a long time."

"It worse than that. Her replacement here is an old lover from her Paris days and..."

"You're kidding. Wow."

"And I'm attracted to her. I can't seem to help myself." She sobbed.

"God, slow down. How do you know all this. I mean, she just got there."

"I know. I know. I just am. It's like she takes control of me."

"OK. I'm coming over."

"You can't. I'm going out to dinner with Monique at eight." Heather sighed heavily.

"Look, you need to talk to someone. I'm on my way." She hung up before Heather could respond.

"You're right. I do need to talk to someone. Traci." Heather answered into the disconnected phone.

And realized she didn't have a new number for Traci. She'd call later for sure.

Karin was there in record time. She used her key and let herself in. She took Heather into the kitchen and started a kettle of hot water for tea and coffee.

"OK. From the top." She settled in and Heather told her the story.

"Wow. What a mess." Karin was silent for a while.

Heather wished Traci would call.

"I have an idea for tonight." Karin finally said.

"What?"

"You get HER all hot and bothered for you. Then, you can control things and guide the evening and get home without hopping into bed."

"How's that going to work? I'm already to hop in bed with her NOW!" Heather said.

"Yeah, but all you're doing is reacting to her. Look, you haven't had sex with Traci and you're really kinda backed up in that category. You need to take charge and get on top here. Then, you can keep her at arms length. Like you do with me."

"What? I do not. You know Traci and I..."

"Yeah, but I've really missed you."

"Karin. Look, I promise to stay over tomorrow night. Now, can we focus on tonight? Good. Do you think this has a chance?" She sounded very doubtful.

"Sure thing. You wrapped me around your pretty finger and hell, I'm basically a hetero. Here, we know she's a lesbian, so no problems there. We just have to figure out the right outfit."

And they picked and chose and laid everything out on the bed, changing everything at least ten times before they were both satisfied. It was six o'clock.

"Thanks, Karin. I hope this works or I'm a goner and god knows what'll happen to Traci and I. It scares me to think about it." Karin and Heather hugged. "You're the best."

"OK. I'm leaving to let you clean up and get ready. Call me if you get in over your head and need a rescue." She kissed Heather a long time and her loins ached. Tomorrow night. Wait for tomorrow. She was embarrassed that she was thinking about sex when Heather was in such confusion. Heather wasn't the only one who was backed up, Karin thought. She finally broke away and left.

Heather carefully washed her hair and towel dried it, letting the perm tighten the long strands back into mass of coils down her back almost to her waist now. She towelled the rest of herself off and then stepped in front of the mirror in the bedroom. She was lucky, as not a blemish showed on her skin anywhere tonight, so the makeup effort would be much easier.

She had recently begun (over Traci's objections) to trim a bit around her pubis so that she could wear the really revealing thongs at the pool, but there still was a small patch of thick hair down there to rub her legs.

Her belly was as flat as ever, and now that her hips had rounded out a bit more, her small waist was even more noticeable. But, in the end, the pretty face, nice rounded hips and tight ass were lost as focal points as her eyes travelled up to the sensational breasts that still hung so high from her ribs, jutting out a seemingly impossible distance. Tipped with swollen ice cream cones for areolas and those long nipples. They were so tight that they hardly bounced or swayed at all when she walked. She was twenty years old now and wondered how long they would stay this way.

Her fingers travelled lightly over them and the nipples instantly tightened and send ripples of pleasure across her chest and down to her pussy. Tonight, she would use them as lures. When she was done, Monique wouldn't be able to get her eyes off of them and then Heather would have at least established some bit of control in the situation. At least, that was the theory. It was also possible that they would just strip each other bare and screw till dawn.

She sat naked in front off the mirror, enjoying looking at her own erotic body, running the comb through her hair until it was a dark mass of carefully buzzed up locks that spilled down her back. A vixen's hair.

Then, she pulled on a pair of black silk bikini panties and carefully tucked her tuff of hair inside so none showed past the edge. Just the light touch of her fingers on her clit had her burning and she fought the urge to masturbate. Her black pantyhose came next, the ones with seams down the back. They had considered a garter belt and stockings, but the plan was never to let Monique get that close, so the added attraction was discarded for comfort.

Then, she pulled the top off the bed and held it to her. It seemed impossibly small to fit over her head and shoulders, to say nothing of her gorgeous breasts, but she knew it would. Once in a while a woman finds a piece of clothing that has the ability to look painted on, without being too tight, or too loose anywhere. Painted so that every tiny ripple in the skiing shows, but never bags or sags, or distorts.

Heather pulled it over her head and fished her hair through. Then, she eased one arm into the arm hole and then the second arm. It now lay bunched up over her mounds and she found the bottom edge and eased it down. In seconds, as she snapped the crotch snap, it spread evenly over her form and as she stood, her breasts pushed out the material until they were perfectly framed. Every curve of her upper body and the flow into her hips was now so beautifully displayed, it was better than if she were naked. Her breasts were stunning, the areolas and nipples perfectly visible, uplifted on the ends of the full, heavy swellings. Sorayama had the right idea. But, he needed to paint them a bit bigger to match these.

A black very short skirt and then, a black jacket with a short waist finished the outfit. Her breasts were now hidden from the side, but head on, the view was overpowering. Her makeup didn't take long, and she used a dark red lipstick on her swollen lips. Another quick comb of her hair and fluff it up a bit more and she surveyed the effect again in the mirror.