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Heather 2 (ff)
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Subject: STORY: HEATHER Pt. 2 [F/F]
Date: Thu, 22 Jun 1995 02:45:59 UTC
Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature, containing
graphic sex
descriptions. If you are not over 18, or if such material is
offensive to you, stop
here and move on to another story.
See the introduction to the Heather series at the beginning of
Part 1. However,
all parts can be enjoyed more or less on their own.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 2
BY "RAMAPO"
(ED Note: Before you ask, "What happened to Janet coming over to
Heather's
place?" Damned if I know. That's what a long overseas flight
will do for your
concentration while writing. There really isn't a damn plot to
this thing, after all...)
Heather continued a quiet life, with some VERY limited
dating for
appearances, she guessed, but basically, satisfying herself when
need be.
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 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 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.
Heather pulled her own pants up quickly and took the other
girl by the
hand and led her toward the darker area in the middle of the
isle. Turning to face
her, she pulled her blouse open quickly and exposed her own
bra-less, jutting
breasts with their distended, protruding nipples. The other girl
stared but as
Heather reached out, did not push the hand away as her sweatshirt
was lifted
over her head. Heather unsnapped the girls pants and put her
hand inside with
out pause. The blond's mons was soaked and she started to moan
loudly
immediately. A deep french kiss stopped that and their hips
started to come
together. Heather guided the girls hand down into her pants and
pushed two of
her fingers inside. And then, a hand in each other's shorts, in
seconds they
melted together, breasts pushing breasts aside, tongues slipping
and exploring.
Heather came twice, but the other girl just kept getting hotter
and hotter.
"You want an A on your final?"
The girl looked back with dazed, eyes, whimpering moans
escaping her
lips as Heather's fingers kept stroking the girl's slit.
The shelf behind them was empty and the shelves above
missing.
Heather pulled the girl's pants down and held them down with her
foot as the girl
stepped out of them and pushed her back on the shelf, spreading
her legs.
Before the other girl could even stop to think what was
happening, Heather's
tongue was up the girl's twat and stroking her clit. In less
than a minute, the
other girl came and came and came. She was noisy, but not enough
for people
elsewhere on the floor to hear past the rows of shelved books. A
pool of cum
was forming under the girls ass as the onslaught continued.
Heather gently
chewed on the girl's vulva and then went back to sucking.
Another heavy
orgasm racked the girls body and her legs scissored behind
Heather's head,
holding her in position, face pushed hard against the steamy
pussy. In the next
fifteen minutes, the experience the hottest sex she had ever had.
She fainted
after the last explosive orgasm. Heather left her laying back on
the shelves, her
pants pulled up, sweatshirt spread over her naked breasts.
Heather went back to
her studies and soon notice the other girl stand up, gather her
books and turn to
go. But instead, she came down the isle and stood next to
Heather.
"I. I've never done anything like that before. I mean,
masturbate in public,
touch another girl, God, even being eaten out. You aren't
going...?"
"Do well on your final. You look relaxed enough now. And
as for the rest,
I don't even know your name and I'm not in the habit of talking
about my lovers.
To anybody."
"Lover? I mean... I know we just... but I don't think that
would make us
lovers..." The girl was having a lot confusion over what had
just happened.
Heather wrote her name, room number, and phone number on a
sheet of
paper and handed it to her. "If you need more relaxation."
The girl stared at the paper. "I'm...my name is Gina.
Thanks. We..we're
not lovers, though, right?" It seemed real important to her to
make this point.
"Whatever, Gina."
Gina paused, and then walked slowly away, her books cradled
in one arm.
At the door to the stacks, she looked back, then was gone.
Heather knew she would call. Three nights later she did.
Heather made
her ask to be fucked before she would agree to let her come by.
When she hung
up, she thought to herself that she was turning into a real
bitch. Then laughed as
the knock came on the door and Gina came in. Heather began to
kiss her before
the door closed, pushing her toward the bed. This time, there
wasn't any rush
and Gina wasn't leaving until Heather was satisfied. And that
took a long, long
time.
(To be continued..)
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