Anne and Mary
Copyright© 2006 by Robin Pentecost
Chapter 21: Mary
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 21: Mary - Two young women go to college in search of excellence in life and sex. They form a study group with four men. It's a long, slow story about how people learn to live together and share their special genius. They have problems, but they solve them.<br><i>Fair Warning!: There's lots of sex, but it's mostly off stage, so you need to use your imagination.</i>
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Humor Group Sex Slow School
I talked with Aunt Bessie for a long time Monday night. I told her about the stables, The Bay, and all the rest. Along with all the chatter, she said one important thing to me.
"Mary, you follow your heart. Don't forget to think first; know what the risks are. But if your heart says go, do it."
She had some things to say about the stables, too. "This Sarah lady is sharp. I did teach you to ride using Western Pleasure Riding methods, because it's so efficient. She saw it. I always wondered why you didn't go for competition, but you never did. If you had, you would have been good. Just wasn't your thing, I guess. But don't hesitate to try it if you change your mind."
Two good pieces of advice. I decided to take them both.
At lunch on Tuesday, I saw Alex. He was looking a little haggard.
"Did the English exam this morning."
"And?"
"I think I did well, but I'm a little unsure. Sort of the story of my life right now."
"Friday, we're going to go over those exams and see how we did. We'll know next week, anyway."
We talked and ate, and I was feeling like Alex needed something. As we left the Union, I said, "Come up to the room for a while?"
We sat and talked for a while, but that wasn't helping Alex. I took off my clothes, and he got the message, took off his. Thinking it over, I hung my panties up before we got on the bed. I heard Anne come in and leave right away; I wondered if it meant anything. But then Alex and I got serious — again.
We lay there after a while, talking about the group, about school, other big-deal things.
"Mary? Thanks for hanging up your panties."
"You're welcome, but why?"
"I guess I was sort of feeling lonesome. Even in this great crowd we have together. Spending some time alone with you makes me realize how much I need someone, something to hang on to."
"You planning to 'hang on' to me?"
"No. That's not what I mean, exactly. Not a dependency. I mean, to have someone I know I can trust, someone I care about, who takes me just as I am. That's what you do for me. I don't know where I'm going right now, Mary. But you give me a hand rail, I guess you'd call it, that I can hold on to while I'm looking."
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