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Heather 21a (ff)
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Subject: STORY: HEATHER PT 21A [A-B] [F/F]
Date: Sun, 16 Jul 1995 13:54:09 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. Post comments to alt.sex.stories.d or e-mail me at
the anon id. My thanks to an interested reader for suggesting
some of the elements in the story below. I was surprised at how
many women wanted Heather to engage (or be seduced) in some light
incestuous relationship, usually with a "distant" female cousin.
I haven't inquired but I'd be interested in any feedback from my
female readers about why that theme seems to be so popular among
women.
For those upset that Heather strolled over into an [M/F]
relationship in the last episode, here we stay straight [F/F]. I
mean, she CAN at least sample the other side? Right-O.
But, enough of this blather! Heather is now about to go on
another adventure or two, so hang onto...or gently begin
fingering... you get the idea.
HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 21A
BY "RAMAPO"
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.
Heather lifted her chin up and told her, "You are wrong.
There are others, all around you. You let me know what you
wanted and I got the message. And if they don't get the message,
you try with others you are attracted to. Just remember, you are
not alone. You just are growing up right now in a way that makes
it harder. Not impossible."
"You really think that?"
"Yes, absolutely. You feelings are completely valid. Trust
them. And be patient. You will find the right person someday."
Finally, Chloe left the room and Heather realized she was wet
between the legs from being so near this girl. God, she WAS
sexy. This was going to be a long night for them both. Traci,
where are you when I need you? She was very tempted to just get
off a quick one right then, but pulled her hand back as it
reached the top of her slacks. No. It would shock these kids if
they caught her. Frustrated, she forced herself to sit at her
desk.
End Part 21A
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