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   PET

   10.  A SURPRISE

   When Cissy came, she unlocked the door and stepped in and said, "Hello,
Pet," before she even relocked the door.  She knew I would be blindfolded
and didn't want me to be afraid.  She paused and looked around, and I heard
her set her things down on the bureau.  She came over to the bed and sat on
the edge and put her hand on my hip, gently.

   "Are you all right?" she asked.

   "Yes, Cissy, I'm fine," I said.  "I've missed you."

   She touched my cheek and I reached with my mouth to kiss her on the
wrist.

   "I've missed you too, Pet," she said softly, and I believed she meant
it.

   "I need to use the restroom and change," she said after a moment.  "Do
you need for me to take you in?"

   "No, Cissy.  I went a little while ago and I'm okay.  Hurry back?"

   "Oh yes," she said, amused.

   For the next couple of minutes, I struggled with my feelings.  I was
trying to explore how meeting my Lover might have changed my attitude
toward Cissy.  How did I feel?  Would I perform badly now?  If I discovered
in the middle that I didn't want Cissy, how well could I fake it?  The
answer to that was not well enough.  Cissy knew me better than I knew
myself, there would be no way that I could fake anything with her.  I
couldn't even pretend to be sick, I had tried that a long time ago when I
was mad at her.  It didn't work.  She was going to find out what my
feelings were.

   So what were they?  I might as well know first.  I pictured making love
with Cissy, or rather being made love to.  I thought it sounded good, she
was so different from my Lover that it was like a different kind of sex.  I
really wanted Cissy, and it had nothing to do with my Lover.  Besides, the
girl had left me so hot that I was basically ready for anything that
breathed, including barnyard animals.  Just kidding.  Cissy would satisfy
me, she always did.  Hurry, Cissy!

   Feeling better now, I smiled when I heard Cissy come out of the bathroom
and wiggled over to make more room.  She came into the bed like a big cat,
relaxed and balanced and elegant and strong.  I raised my face and silently
begged for a kiss, and she gave me one.  It had become a ritual with us,
and it worked just as well with the blindfold.  She tasted like mint, she'd
just brushed her teeth.  She lay next to me for a moment and stretched,
then she said, "I had you blindfolded tonight because I have a surprise for
you and I didn't want you to see it too soon." She toyed absently with my
left nipple for a moment, running her finger over it and watching it get
hard, as she often did when she was talking with me in bed.  It was a
control thing, like almost everything she did, and I had come to like it.
She could take my breath away any time, and she sometimes teased me by
asking me a question and watching me try to answer as she made me lose
control of my breathing.

   But there was something just a little odd about Cissy tonight, since she
had come out of the bathroom.  Her control was very good, but I knew her
very well also and my sensitivity to sounds was razor sharp, and she was a
tiny bit breathy or dreamy or...  well, turned on was a good way to put it.
What was going on with her?  Had she really missed me THAT much?  I thought
there was more to it.  Then I had no time to wonder because she made love
to me, purring in my ear and running her strong, clever hands all over my
body, and I responded, big time.  She stiffened my nipples, got me all wet,
and pulled me into a position where I could use my mouth to please her
while she stroked me.  Just her breasts, though, she didn't let me lick her
pussy.  Soon, Cissy moved me again, rewarding me with kisses as my mouth
left her hard nipples.  She supported me and I was so used to being tied
like this, I was almost graceful.  She put me on my tummy with my head on
two pillows, so my implants wouldn't take all my weight, and got my knees
under me with my bottom pushed up in the air.  I'd changed into a simple
cotton thong, and she took it in her hands and tore it in half with a low
grunt and pulled it off of me.  I heard it hit the wall.  Wow!  Cissy was
in rare form tonight!  She knelt behind me and slid her hand along my back
to my neck, turned my chin so I was facing straight ahead, and clamped her
hand over my mouth firmly.  Her other hand stroked my pussy, releasing
waves of heat through my body.  With my hands tied behind my back and
blindfolded, I couldn't have been more helpless in her hands.  I loved it.
Would she let me come yet?  Oh, please...

   She leaned against my bottom from behind and said, "Are you ready for
your surprise, Pet?" Her voice was really husky now.  I felt muscles ripple
in her stomach.  Cissy was as excited as I had ever seen her.  Or rather,
heard her.  With her hand over my mouth I was silenced, but I answered her
question with a fervent nod.  She entered me with a flowing movement of her
hips.

   An animal scream was ripped from me, stifled behind her hand.  In that
instant I knew why she had sounded like that, and why I had been
blindfolded.  She had used this with me once before, just once.  Cissy was
wearing what she had called pleasure pants, a tight little rubber panty
with two dildos molded into it.  One for me, one for her.  The outside one
she had already lubricated with Vaseline or something, and I got it all in
one motion, not a jab, but a smooth roll of her hips.  Without a pause she
started to fuck me, long deep relentless strokes.

   I forgot where I was.  I forgot WHO I was.  The thinking part of me just
switched off and only the feeling part was left.  The only thing I could
remember was her name, and I squealed it over and over and over behind her
hand.  I came so hard my feet flailed on the bed and I accidentally kicked
her.  I don't think she even noticed.  Her fingers touched my clitoris and
I came again about three breaths later.  And again!  She came too, timing
it masterfully.  All the dammed-up need poured out of me as Cissy took me
right over the edge of sanity and I cried and shook and soaked the bed. 
Imagine being a girl who has sex all the time, but is almost never really
fucked.  God, how I'd needed this, and I hadn't even known it.  But Cissy
had known.

   Later, as I lay in her arms, Cissy reached one hand behind my head and
pulled out the knot of my blindfold and took it off.  It was sopping with
tears.  I shook my head, dizzy, and looked up at her face.  She had taken
off the pleasure pants at some point, and I had given her one more orgasm
with my mouth, for good measure.  She was flushed and exhausted, but still
very much in control of herself.  I wasn't; I was so limp after that
incredible fucking that I almost drooled.  I couldn't take my eyes away
from Cissy's face.  How could I ever have hated my Lady?

   She smiled her distant smile, but her eyes betrayed her.  There was a
warmth there that was very personal.  She pulled my face up to hers and
kissed me, flicking her tongue over my lips as she let me go.  I was so
dazed I seemed to see little stars floating around her.

   "I have to go, Pet," she said.

   "I love you, Cissy," I said.  Uh-oh.

   Something flashed across her face, something very scary.  Not anger. 
Pain?  But it was gone before I could react to it, and the look that
replaced it was calm and reassuring.  She relaxed and looked at me
contemplatively, her eyes wandering, capturing details.

   "Cissy, I..." I began.

   "Shhhh...  No, Pet.  Listen for a minute.  You're always in such a
rush." Cissy wasn't commanding me, she was coaxing, asking me to do as she
said.  "Virtually all House girls come to love their Ladies.  And are loved
in return.  It comes with the territory, so to speak." She paused, making
sure I was listening.  "But it isn't the kind of love you need to make you
a whole person, to make you happy.  Because I care so much about you and
because I missed you, I took you a little too far, too fast, tonight.  It
was selfish, and I apologize.  I will do better.  Don't tell me that you
don't really love me, that would hurt me very much." She hesitated again,
holding my eyes.  "I believe I know how you feel about me.  Please try to
understand how I feel about you.  You are a tremendous challenge for me,
and because I'm the kind of woman I am, I am dedicated to you, perhaps more
than is reasonable.  Sometimes I make mistakes." She stopped again for a
moment, looking deeply into my eyes, willing me to understand.  "Have
confidence in me, and I promise you that it will all work out.  Will you
try to do that, Pet?"

   I said the only thing I could say.  "Yes, Cissy." But I hoped that I
said it in the right way, because I really thought I understood.  What she
said made sense.  It was fair.  That was all I ever really wanted, for life
to be fair.  And to be loved, I supposed.  Who knew how that would work
out? But Cissy, at least, was as fair as she knew how to be.

   I dropped my head on her shoulder for the short time we had left
together and relaxed as much as I could, breathing her scent in and out
slowly.  I felt like a very lucky girl.

   The next week or so was a good time for me.  Cissy and I had a better
understanding, or I guess I had a better understanding of her.  I also have
to say that that night, the surprise she gave me, had a really amazing
calming effect on me.  Maybe I should have known that my sexual
frustration, lack of that kind of satisfaction, was one of the things wrong
with me and my behavior.  Maybe I really should have felt it, but I hadn't.
It was one of those things where you don't realize it was broken until it's
fixed.  Anyway, I had learned something about myself and I had learned more
about Cissy, and I liked her more and that was a big thing.  It made it
easier when she did the high-handed, aggravating things she still did to me
just about every day.

   Nicole knew.  We were whispering at the pool, telling each other girl
stuff, and I felt wild and told her about it.

   She gave me a knowing wink.  "I wondered why you're so mellow. 
Congratulations, changed woman."

   "Nicole!  It's not THAT major.  I mean, just because I had a little
something different.  Besides, how would you know?" I grinned wickedly.

   "What makes you think I don't know?  It's a well-known fact, babe. 
Artsy is great, but sometimes a girl just needs a good old-fashioned
reaming.  The Big One, you know?"

   My mouth dropped open.  "Slut!"

   "And you're not."

   We cracked up laughing, and the other girls looked at us.  We stifled
ourselves, but had the giggles for the rest of the morning.  Nicole was so
much fun.  I had a little trouble explaining my "dream" to Lucy and Vivian.
Lucy didn't ask a lot of questions, but I knew that Vivian always told her
everything about everything.  It was hard because, although they were
really my dear friends, there was still that little boundary of propriety,
not in the subjects we could talk about, but in the way we could talk about
them.  Lucy especially, she was just SO professional.  I got to her,
though, when I told her about Vivian's unconscious remark when she found
me. Lucy just lost it, so bad she had to leave for a few minutes.  When she
came back, she apologized, but I could tell I had made her whole week.  She
would never lack something to tease Vivian about now, and they were so
close I knew she was just waiting for a chance.

   And speaking of my dream, that was the only thing that had me a little
crazy.  Dammit, why was my life so complicated?  I'd just gotten my thing
with Cissy straightened out a little, classes and stuff were going better,
and now this.  It hadn't been a dream, I knew it.  And I needed her again,
I just had to make something happen so she would come back.  I thought
about it all the time, the maddening mystery of how she had come to me, the
naive, willing sweetness of her, the promise in that last kiss.  I knew she
wanted to come back like I knew the sun would come up; there could be no
doubt.  But how could she?  I needed to do something, I needed to make it
happen, and I didn't have a clue how to do it.

   Day after day I wracked my brains.  That night had been such a perfect,
unique opportunity.  Those circumstances might never be repeated. 
Unless...

   Pet, you clever, clever girl.  It was a scary plan, because it meant I
had to deceive Cissy, just a tiny bit.  But I hardly had a choice.  I
waited for my chance, impatient.  My need for my Crystal Lover was becoming
an ache.

   *****

   In episode 11, the House needs an exceptionally beautiful girl for an
important, difficult and embarrassing task.  Who is the unlikely choice? 
You can probably guess...