Hilary's Muse (A Story of Walnut Grove) 
	by Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com) 

"I'm going to look stupid," Jo protested.

"No, you're not," her roommate Andi told her as she adjusted the
sheet that Jo was wearing as a makeshift toga. "You're going to look
very sexy."

"Bed linen is not sexy," Jo said.

"It's sexy when it contains a beautiful woman like you," Andi
countered.

"Remind me why I'm doing this again?"

"Because Hilary, that cute girlfriend of yours, has to write a love
poem for her English class." 

"And this is going to help how?"

Andi sighed. "You're dressing up as Erato, the Greek Muse of love
poetry." It was only the umpteenth time she'd explained this to
Jo. "You're going to inspire Hilary to write a love poem. It's about,
you, her hot sexy girlfriend who goes to a lot of trouble to help her
out with her homework. It's not about me, your equally sexy and very
understanding roommate, who is also going to a lot of trouble to help
out without the added benefit of what is bound to be some very hot
sex."

Jo laughed at her roommate's histrionics. "Okay, okay! I get the
point. Thanks for helping out."

"You're welcome," Andi said. "Now take off your socks--Muses should
be barefoot."

"Says who?"

"Says your costumer who is going to kick your ass if you keep
questioning her infinite wisdom."

"You never should have been allowed to take that classics course in
college," Jo said, which earned her a tongue sticking out from Andi.

Andi finished off Jo's costume with a small ivy wreath in her hair
just as they heard the door buzzer.

"That must be Hilary now," Andi said. "I'll let her in on my way
out, and then you can make a proper impression."

"Wait, how do I look?" Jo asked, tugging on the toga to straighten
it.

"Inspiring!"

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"What are you supposed to be?" Hilary asked, trying hard not to laugh.

"I'm Erato, the Muse of romantic poetry," Jo told her with as much
grandeur as she could muster.

"Oh," Hilary replied, barely able to contain her laughter. "I
see..."

"Dammit, I told Andi this wouldn't work," Jo said. "There was no way
that my dressing up in a sheet was going to inspire you. This was a
stupid idea."

Hilary walked across the room and, still stifling a giggle, gave Jo
a kiss on the cheek. "It's not stupid," she told her girlfriend. "In
fact, I think that it's sweet."

"But you're laughing," Jo said.

"Well, you do look kind of ridiculous," Hilary explained. "What with
a sheet wrapped around you and a salad in your hair and all."

"That does it, I'm taking this thing off."

"I was hoping you might say that!" Hilary remarked, licking her
lips.

Jo had intended to go back to the bedroom and change, but
realized that Hilary had something different in mind. With a motion
that was almost smooth, Jo unfastened her toga and let the sheet
fall to the floor.

"Now that's something I find inspiring," Hilary said, admiring Jo's
naked body.

Jo stretched her arms out towards Hilary. "Come to me, my young
student."

Hilary walked towards Jo, also stretching her arms out until
their hands met and clasped. Jo pulled her in close and gave her a
passionate kiss.

"Suckle on my sweet bosom," Jo told Hilary.

Hilary giggled.

"What?" Jo asked sharply.

"You said 'bosom,'" Hilary said.

"I'm trying to get into the spirit of things."

"But I don't think you're chesty enough to have a 'bosom,'" Hilary
explained.

Jo gave Hilary's ass a short spank. "Just shut up and suck my tits
then."

"Okay." Hilary moved her mouth down to Jo's breasts and began to
lick her nipples. Jo felt her arousal grow as Hilary's tongue
circled her sensitive nubs.

"Oh, babe, that's good..." Jo moaned.

"Hey, who's the one who's supposed to be getting inspired here?"
Hilary asked.

"You can be just as inspired in the giving as in the - Oh! - 
receiving."

"How's this for giving then?" Hilary kneeled as she trailed her
tongue down Jo's stomach, past her belly button to land right at the
vee between Jo's thighs. She used the very tip of her tongue to coax
Jo's clit out from its fleshy hideaway.

"Ooooo," Jo squealed with delight. She remembered back to when she
and Hilary had first started dating, and how tentative Hilary had
been sexually. It wasn't that Hilary was particularly shy, but when
it came to sex the eighteen-year-old hadn't had a lot of experience.
Jo had certainly enjoyed helping her girlfriend to come out of her
shell, and the reward for her patient tutelage had been an 
enthusiastic young lover.

Jo didn't want to give in to an orgasm yet. She didn't want to 
expend the bulk of her energies right away. "Let's not get too 
carried away here," she told Hilary as she removed her lover's
face from her sex.

"I thought that you liked getting carried away?"

"Normally yes," Jo agreed. "But I think now it's time for me to do
some active inspiring."

"Oh good!"

"I think that one of us is wearing too much clothing, don't you
agree?"

Hilary stood up and pulled her tee-shirt off over her head while Jo
kneeled in front of her and pulled down the zipper of Hilary's tight
faded blue jeans. Jo inhaled the rich, musky scent of Hilary's
arousal. She was anxious to taste her, but first needed to get her
student completely naked. Jo yanked Hilary's jeans down to her feet,
then did the same with Hilary's black bikini panties.

"How're you doing up there?" Jo asked, looking up to see Hilary
unhook her bra and toss it aside.

"Quite naked," Hilary said.

Jo stood up, running her hands along the curves of Hilary's hips.
"And how!" She was always impressed at how such a sweet girl
as Hilary could have such a sinful body.

Their mouths met, probing deeply with their tongues, while their
bodies merged into one: breast to breast, hip to hip. They began to
move against each other, building on the already existing passion.

Jo had fully intended to give Hilary a good tongue-fucking, but
instead she now found herself possessed by an emotion other than
lust. It was something deeper, more powerful.

"I love you," she whispered breathily into Hilary's ear. Before
Hilary could respond, Jo put her hand down between Hilary's legs and
slid a finger up inside her lover's wet warmth.

"Oh, Jo..."

Keeping their bodies pressed tightly together, they moved so that
Hilary's back was against the wall. Jo wiggled her finger inside of
Hilary, rocking her hand back and forth, alternating pressure on
Hilary's clitoris with the deep strokes of her fingers.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Hilary cried out. Jo could tell that her girlfriend
was starting to come. She began to kiss the side of Hilary's neck
just below the jaw line.

Hilary's body shook and convulsed in Jo's embrace. Jo shared in her
lover's joy, holding Hilary tight. "I love you," she whispered again
as the last gasp of Hilary's orgasm subsided.

"That was..." Hilary began.

"Inspiring?"

"Oh my goodness yes!"

"Good. Now hurry up and get your clothes back on," Jo told her.

"What? But..."

"Hush," Jo admonished. "Whatever you're planning to say, don't say
it."

"Why...?"

"Get dressed, go home, and put whatever you're feeling right now
into a poem."

Hilary started to say something, but Jo quickly covered her mouth
with a kiss. "Not another word until you're reading me a poem,
understood?"

Hilary nodded in agreement. Jo helped her gather up her clothes and
get dressed, then walked her to the door.

"Now go do your Muse proud, my love," Jo said, giving Hilary a final
kiss before she departed.

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Hilary got an 'A'.


[the end]