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   Daydreams on a Train

   Chapter 1 - Exeter

   As I boarded the train at Exeter station, I realised this is the first
time I'd been home to see my family since the term started in September. 
Now it was the Christmas holidays and my life seemed empty.  The previous
two years at university had been blessed with a great lesbian love affair
that had lasted most of the time here.  But it had all gone wrong this
term. I was depressed although I had tried hard not to let it affect my
course work.

   The train, bound for London, was already quite packed and I contemplated
having to stand some of the way, but I found one compartment where a couple
and three young children and a some other people were sitting.  I only
noticed them because the mother was gesturing at me to come in.  I slid
open the door and she took the young boy out of his seat and put him on her
lap letting me sit by the window where he had been, next to a daughter
about 6 years old.  I thanked her as I put my bags on the rack and told her
my name was Jennifer and she said Leanne.  We settled down for the long
journey.

   The train pulled out slowly and I took notice of the others opposite me
in the carriage.  The woman's husband I assumed and between them a girl
about 11 who kept looking at me and talking to her dad.  I didn't want to
appear to keep looking at her so I closed my eyes though not really tired.
I didn't fancy the girl, although I'm a lesbian, but I wasn't into young
girls.  It was just that she reminded me so much of another girl named
Jayne, long ago when I was about 9.



   I used to play with a couple of 9 year old girls from up the street who
were in my class at junior school and so we were about the same age, and
also one of their sisters, this girl Jayne, who was 11, a couple of years
older.  Although most of the play was innocent girlie stuff they sometimes
talked about boys or sports/film/pop stars and this usually took the form
of ooh I would like to marry him, can you imagine him naked in bed with
you? You get the idea!  Frankly no I couldn't imagine it, but usually went
along with it and raved along with the others.

   Jayne, the older girl, was a different story, I used to glance at her
often, admiring her breasts which, small though they were, jiggled as she
played.  Once, when I had something she wanted to play with, she wrestled
with me trying to get it back, and pretending to try to push her off, I put
my hand right on one of the little boobs and felt it as much as I dared. 
She didn't appear to notice, but afterwards I felt slippery between my legs
like when you accidentally let out a bit of wee.  I went to the toilet and
wiped it but the moisture felt different from urine, thicker and left
strings between the fingers when you touched it.  It also seemed to be
coming from the vaginal entrance not the peehole.  I used to touch myself
there and on my clit in bed because it felt so good, and I got an
overwhelming urge to touch myself again there in my friends' toilet.  It
really felt so nice and I would have carried on except my friends were
calling.

   That sticks in my mind as the first time I realised that touching
another girl, albeit briefly, had an instant sexual effect on me.  This was
reinforced not long after when another of the friends found a copy of an
adult mag in her brother's room.  He was away at scout camp and she felt it
was safe to borrow it to show us.  We sat down in the park and flicked over
the pages.  We were all gasping and giggling over the graphic pictures of
men and women, many of them naked.  It was the first time any of us had
seen full grown willies, let alone some in their erect state and this was
causing much interest for my friends.  My eyes, though, were drawn not to
the men so much, but to the ladies with their large breasts and legs wide
open showing their open vulvas.  Some pictures showed other things like
couples laying on each other and with their heads against their partners
groins but I for one didn't really understand what was going on although
Jayne announced they were doing sex as if that explained it all.

   I knew that looking at the men was interesting but it was the girls'
pictures that were greasing my parts again.  After about 10 minutes of this
Jayne's sister Corinne was pressing her fingers between her legs through
her cotton dress and Jayne told her off for playing with herself, but she
said she couldn't help it, she felt like she was wet.  We all admitted that
we were feeling the same and Jayne said that would happen a lot when we
thought sexy things about boys.  I kept quiet about what was juicing me up!



   I wondered if the girl on the train was still looking at me and I opened
my eyes again.  She now had her nose in a book.  She did look uncannily
like Jayne.  She was wearing a low cut top trying to show off her small
breasts.  I suppose mine must have been a similar size when I was her age.
I must have been about this girl's age when I developed my first silly
crush on a girl and I wondered if this girl was having any crushes.  I
didn't want her parents to think I was staring at her so I closed my eyes
again and tried to remember what it was like.



   It was after I started at secondary school at 11, and I had a fairly
long bus ride to and from school.  There were about 15 or 16 of us that
caught the morning bus from this country area and most of them sat in
groups, the boys in one talking football and cars and the girls in another
talking boys and cars.  I felt on the outside looking in and generally got
ignored, which sort of suited me.  However there was another girl who
always sat by herself at the front of the upstairs of the double-decker bus
and I thought I would sit with her for a change as a way of getting away
from the others.  I went to the front and said "Hi, do you mind if I join
you?"

   She looked up a little startled and looked behind to see if the other
girls were with me I guess and then said "No please do."

   She was obviously quite a bit older, about 14 or 15, and introduced
herself as Maggie and I reciprocated.  I asked "Why do you always sit up
front?"

   "Well I used to sit with the others but didn't feel too much in common
with them and was happier on my own." Although it was November and she wore
a thick coat, I could see she was well developed in the boob department and
had a very pretty face even without makeup.

   I said "I feel exactly the same about the other girls on the bus" and we
had quite a laugh about it, with her doing a great impression of their
chatter about boys.  I joined in and by the time we got to school we were
quite pally.  As we got off the bus she asked me to sit with her again next
time.  This I did on the journey home and on the bus to school next day and
every day.  After a while she was disappointed if I wasn't on the bus and
we found we had lots in common.

   One day I asked her what she liked doing at weekends, did she go
clubbing or anything?  We never talked about other friends and she looked
at me smiling and asked if I was trying to find out if she was dating boys.
I denied that motive but she said the answer to both was no anyway and she
had no interest in boys at the moment.  I said I didn't either which is why
I didn't sit with the others.

   I kept hoping she would try and seduce me, even though I must appear
very young, and the fantasies at night were all of Maggie now.  But it was
just friendship for quite a while and other than meeting her sometimes by
chance while out shopping or something, our conversations were limited to
the bus rides morning and evening.  Christmas came and went and soon it was
Easter and the weather started to warm up.

   One day, though, I had got into terrible trouble in the maths lesson and
quite obviously I was struggling with this subject.  The teacher had torn
up the homework I had done as it was all wrong and had told me to re-learn
it, do that homework again as well as another lot which I understood even
less.  I sat next to Maggie as usual but was deep in thought and hardly
said a word.  I couldn't see how I was going to get through this crisis and
burst into tears.  Maggie put her arm round me and asked "Hey what's up",
and I sobbed out all my woes.  She was great, she had a quick look at the
questions and said "hey they're easy, come round to my house tonight and
I'll show you how to do them and we'll soon have them finished."

   I knew she lived not far from me and went round to her place after tea
after telling my mum about it, and true to her word she explained it so
well and helped me with the questions and soon I was doing them by myself.
The next homework suddenly made sense and was also finished in no time and
I knew that I had done well with Maggie's help.  We both stood up to
stretch our legs and I held her hand and said how grateful I was and didn't
know how to thank her enough.  She put her arms around me and held me close
and said it was her pleasure and suddenly I felt very close to her and that
familiar slippery feeling inside my pussy had started.  My own breasts had
started to grow but as she pressed hers against me they made mine look
tiny.

   I had my arms round her back and hers were round my waist and we pulled
each other close and both seemed reluctant to let go, and what had started
as a thank you hug had turned into something else and we both knew it.  Our
faces were side by side and I could hear her saying mmmmmmmmmmm quietly. 
She turned her head a little and kissed me gently on the neck and sort of
nuzzled her face into it.  We relaxed our hold on each other a little and
her face kissed over my cheek.  I decided to take a bit of a chance and
turned into her and kissed her mouth.  My nether juices were now gathering
in the gusset of my panties and I could feel them making it damp like I had
peed myself.  The kiss was brief and our lips were closed but it was a very
significant moment.

   I don't know where this would have led if her mother hadn't knocked on
her bedroom door to bring us a Coca Cola each.  My books were still out and
we sat down at her desk again as her mum came in.  She asked if we had much
more to do and I said no we had just about finished.  That night my
fantasies were refreshed by the real experience and I had a series of
stunning orgasms and couldn't wait to see Maggie again in the morning.

   I was to be brought back to earth with a bump.  Maggie was quite subdued
and eventually said "Look, last night shouldn't have happened and I'm so
sorry.  "

   I said "don't be sorry it was the most exciting moment of my life." She
held my hand and told me that she wouldn't be repeating it, I was 12 by
then and she was 15 and I was too young to get involved with her she said.
She didn't want to run the risk of being accused of corrupting me.  I felt
like crying but didn't want to give her the opportunity of saying 'see,
look how immature you are' so I just thanked her for helping with the
homework and we left it at that, although inside I felt my heart was
breaking.  Soon after she started cycling to school most days while it was
warm and dry and we went our separate ways.

   Chapter 2 - Pewsey

   The train had slowed up and I wondered if we had come to a station and
as I looked we pulled into Pewsey.  The journey from Exeter had flown by
with these reflections I was having.  As we pulled away again the boy on
his mother's lap was getting bored and she let him stand up by the window
to look out.  As the train picked up speed, he lost his balance, fell
against my legs and bounced across the carriage banging his head on his
mum's shin.  She over-reacted, as mum's tend to, and said "Do that again
and I'll give you such a smack!"

   I smiled and wondered if parents were still legally allowed to smack
their kids.  I didn't think so.  My parents had rarely smacked me but when
they did they could really make my ass red!  I remembered the last smacking
I ever had.  That was also after an incident with a girl when I was another
year older than when I had my crush.  That was also the heaviest smacking I
had ever had but I suppose I did deserve it.  I shut my eyes again and
tried to remember what had happened.



   Oh yes!  When I was about 13 I grew more interested in the girls in my
classes, especially during the games lessons and gym classes when I would
sneak looks at the others as they changed, noticing the different stages of
development.  Some had little hair in their pubic region while others had
quite a bush and there was everything in between.  For me, I was sprouting
more curly hairs every day although I am quite fair so it didn't notice a
great deal from a distance.  The same applied to the breast development,
some girls were almost non existent while others had full blown D cups.  My
own preference seemed to be for mid size breasts and one girl in
particular, who was about a C cup, had titties I used to drool over and she
didn't seem to hide them.

   I tried to be very discrete in my ogling, I didn't want to be labelled a
perv, but once she did catch me looking at her while she dried herself. 
"Enjoying the view?" she whispered.  I must have blushed crimson and she
said "Don't worry, I like sizing up the competition too".  We laughed about
it but I did feel uncomfortable.  Later I apologised as we walked down the
corridor together, but she smiled and said "I like the look of you too, why
don't we go out to the pictures or something together."

   This girl, Karen, who had caught me ogling her tits, was being very nice
about it all.  She could have denounced me loudly to the others but,
instead, seemed quite keen to be friends with me.  There was a film on that
we both wanted to see so we arranged to go to the cinema together that
Friday.  We did what most 13 year olds do, ate popcorn and drank large
cola's while watching the film.  The only unusual thing was that she put
her hand on mine on the armrest and we spent the last half hour of the film
holding hands.  She stroked the back of my hand with her thumb and I began
to wonder if this was some kind of signal she was trying to send.  I did
the same with her hand and squeezed it gently a few times so that if her
action was a question she would get the answer.

   I was watching out the corner of my eye for any reaction in her face and
she turned her head to look at me.  I looked her in the eyes and we smiled
at each other.  I wanted to kiss her to reinforce my interest but there
were people in the seats behind us so we just smiled at each other a few
times and continued stroking and squeezing each others hands.

   As we walked through the town to catch our bus we held hands again, and
in the bus shelter, where we were alone, we stood face to face and talked
about the film.  She looked steadily into my eyes and moved closer to me so
that our bodies were touching.  I was pretty sure she wanted to kiss but I
didn't want to spoil the moment by making a blunder so just moved my face a
little closer to hers, and then she moved hers even closer.  Our mouths
were only inches apart, I could feel the warmth of her breath and I was
sure now she wanted to kiss as much as me so I moved my lips slowly towards
hers and then we were touching.

   At first it was just a touching of the lips like the brief kiss with
Maggie, but then it evolved into my first mouth open, tongues dipping, and
passionate lesbian variety.  It went on for what was probably only a minute
or so but felt like a lot longer, and would have gone on longer if it
wasn't for us being rudely interrupted by the bus!

   We sank back on the seat at the back of the bus and looked at each
other. "What the fuck happened back there?" she asked.

   "Whatever it was I'll have more," I answered laughing.

   "Yeah me too, I think maybe we have to talk about what's happening." And
yes we did talk a lot that evening, sitting on a low wall down the road
from her house.  She felt just what I was feeling, a tremendous attraction
to and warmth for the other.  It was the first time I'd been tempted to say
I love you, and resisted it.  We agreed that it must remain our secret for
now and we mustn't show any affection while at school.

   She pulled me down an alley that led between two houses and was unlit,
and then we kissed again long and hard and we had our hands all over each
others breasts.  I had her bra pushed up round her neck and cupped and
squeezed her beautiful boobs while she did the same to me.

   We agreed we would take advantage of any situation that arose so that we
could be together, like if either parents went out for the night.  Little
did we know that the opportunity would actually only come once.  In the
meantime, it was tough meeting every day at school but trying to act like
just friends.  We met every break time and lunch break and talked but never
daring to touch or hold hands.

   The opportunity happened just a few weeks later when her parents went to
a show in London and were not due back till late.  I went round to keep her
company with my mum's permission, and after getting a snack we kissed and
touched each others breasts again and pretty soon we were taking our tops
and bras off and took turns in fondling them and licking and sucking the
nipples.  It was amazing seeing the effect of stimulation on the little
nipples as they grew longer and stiffer with the sucking.

   Soon our attention turned to our jeans and we undid the zippers and
pulled them off leaving us just in our knickers.  From feeling the material
between our legs it was obvious we were both very aroused and the garments
were soon pulled down and kicked over with the jeans.  I suggested we go up
to her room and she said in a while, first she wanted to feel my pussy and
yes I could hardly bear to wait either.  We lay on the long settee with our
feet at either end and our faces very near each others groin.  We watched
as we ran our fingers over the clit and opened our labia to reveal each
others wet pink vaginal entrance .  She said "please slide your finger
inside me" but before I could comply the door opened and there were her mum
and dad with the same horrified expression on their face!!!

   Talk about being caught in the act!  Both stark naked, our legs wide
open and having our private parts felt.  We hurried to put our underwear
back on but the damage was done.  Karen was shouting what are you doing
back and her dad said something about the trains not running so they
couldn't go.  Her mum, after standing for a minute silent with shock
suddenly exploded into action screaming at us both then grabbing Karen's
hair as she was still pulling up her jeans and threw her towards the stairs
and ordered her to wait in her room 'till I deal with you!'

   Then it was my turn, there was no escape.  "Finish dressing my girl and
we'll go and see what you parents have to say!" She was still screaming her
words and I tried to plead with her, but the bitch wasn't in the mood for
leniency.  I was dragged to the car and taken the few minutes to my home
and dragged by my coat up the path, and then she was banging on the door.
My mum answered and smiled when she saw who it was but the smile quickly
faded as I was marched in and something was obviously wrong.

   I sat down and hung my head as the full gory details were trotted out to
my parents.  My dad was looking like thunder and, after seeing the bitch
out, my mum was just as bad.  "Your room - NOW!" was all she said and this
was not a request to be debated!

   As I opened my bedroom door a hefty shove from her sent me on the bed
and I got the lecture to end lectures interspersed with loud smacks to my
bottom and thighs after making me take my jeans off!  It just seemed to go
on and on and there were red handprints on my exposed flesh merging into
one another.  Beneath my panties my ass must have been raw!  The expurgated
version of the hour long lecture is that my parents were not pleased, were
more than disappointed, I was grounded forever and if I even thought about
going anywhere near Karen again I could forget it!  Karen, meanwhile, was
getting much the same treatment, and it's true that we never got it
together again.

   Chapter 3 - Newbury

   The train had slowed again and this time had stopped at Newbury station.
The family had gone and the train was a lot emptier.  Another older couple
took their place carrying lots of Christmas presents in big carrier bags.
For grandchildren I assumed.  She looked to be in her mid 40s and she
smiled at me quite sweetly.  She also reminded me of someone from my past
and suddenly I remembered who and inwardly cringed.  As the train pulled
out of Newbury I closed my eyes again and remembered the other woman.



   The only other sexual experience I had with a woman before going to
university was with a complete stranger who picked me up in a cinema when I
was about 16.  She was in her late 30's I would say and it was a true one
night stand.  She approached me in the toilet half way through a long film,
I guess she had followed me there.

   She asked if I were with anyone (knowing that I wasn't!) and said she
felt awkward being there on her own and could she sit with me.  I saw no
harm in this even though the cinema was almost empty for this film but soon
I felt her hand resting casually on my knee.  Then she started squeezing
the thigh gently.  Then she was sliding her hand under my skirt and back
again.  Then it got higher and higher and was soon brushing my panties.  I
knew, of course, what she was after and had opened my legs a little to give
her access.  She raised her bottom and wriggled her slacks and panties down
to her thighs, spreading her coat over her lap and I knew what was expected
of me.  We fingered each other until the film was ending and afterwards she
drove me home with her.  It was strangely erotic being seduced by an older
woman.

   She offered me a drink but we were both far too turned on to bother.  We
sat on a big old fashioned couch and she kissed me for a brief time but was
more intent on getting my clothes off.  As my boobs were freed from the bra
she went at them with her mouth like a vacuum cleaner and squeezed them so
hard it was hurting.  I was glad when she left them and pulled up my skirt
and I lifted my bottom to let her dispose of my very damp panties.  She
opened my legs wide and told me to lift up my knees.  Her mouth went
straight to my clitoral hood and she sucked and nipped at it with her teeth
then started shaking it from side to side like a dog with a slipper.  She
pulled my labia wide open and pinned them against my thighs with her
fingers.  She transferred her mouth to my vaginal entrance which was fairly
running as you may have guessed and vacuumed me again with her tongue and
lips.  Her other hand was rubbing the top of my slit and soon I was
experiencing a massive orgasm.

   All this time I had hardly touched her and so I started to undo her top
and then reached behind her to unclip her bra.  When I pulled it free of
her breasts I was a little disappointed how they sagged down and didn't
look very inviting at all but I supported them with my hands and sucked her
nipples till they stood out long and stiff.  She pulled her slacks and
panties right off and took one of my hands down to her pussy again.  I
wasn't sure if I actually wanted to put my mouth onto her genitals but as
it happened I didn't need to and she didn't seem to expect it.  She rubbed
herself hard against my hand and eased my fingers, all of them, into her
cunny which was so open and slack compared to mine.  She cried out as her
orgasm took over and closed her legs round my hand squeezing it hard.

   I had enjoyed the experience, my first oral sex (receiving anyway) and
the thrill of bringing another woman to orgasm but it meant nothing to me
really and was just lust!  She wanted to meet again and gave me her mobile
number, but I never called.



   Chapter 4 - Reading

   The train slowed again and pulled into the busy Reading station.  It
would be nonstop to London Paddington now and a tube train ride away from
home.  On the platform I watched the people passing by all wrapped up in
their own lives.  I got a jolt when I thought I saw Jackie, my university
lover, but when I cleaned the condensation off the window of course it
wasn't.  Why would it be?  She is somewhere in Wales I suspected but she
hadn't returned for the third year of her degree course and hadn't even
been in contact during the term to explain why.  I missed her terribly even
now.  When I closed my eyes I tried to remember how it had started, I
hadn't expected anything like that to happen.



   It wasn't until I went to university that my latent desires for women
were finally uncorked and even then that took a while.  I shared a room on
campus with a real bundle of fun girl called Zoe, straight as a die though,
and I was sucked in to her clique of friends who seemed determined to
copulate their way through the entire male population at the college. 
Indeed in the first two months I had slept with 4 different guys and not
enjoyed any of them.  The first actually took my virginity, or at least all
that remained of it after quite a few years of pushing my fingers into
there.  I don't think he even realised he had, and there was very little
pain or bleeding as he tore through the last vestige of my hymen.

   I slept with him (what a funny expression, we didn't do any sleeping!) a
few times again before he lost interest and moved on.  The other three
experiences with boys were very similar and I didn't get any real feelings
for any of them, but turned in some Oscar winning performances with long
and loud orgasms although in truth I came nowhere near.

   So finally to what was my great lesbian romance!  And yes it was great
but it certainly didn't start romantically.  I met her towards the end of
another students union bar night that had seen a few lads chatting me up
with Zoe and the gang.  I went to the ladies more to have a quiet sit down
than to pee, but in the first cubicle was a mousy haired girl on her knees
throwing up into the pan and trying unsuccessfully to keep her long hair
out of the puke.

   I went in and gathered up the hair from her face and held it while she
launched another stream of vomit into the bowl.  After this was done she
sat down by the side of the toilet but still not looking very clever. 
Despite the pale and clammy skin and smeared makeup she was a strikingly
attractive girl who looked at me and managed a weak smile as she said
thanks and pointed to her hair.  "No problem" I said, "shall I try and get
you home?"

   "Oh please yes" she mumbled "Can we get out without going through the
bar?"

   I told her we can go through the fire exit and told her to stay there
while I got my sweater.  I was going to excuse myself to Zoe but she was
busy dancing/necking with a guy on the dance floor so I grabbed my sweater
and went back in the loo; after I had taken a pee myself, I hoisted Jackie
to her feet and walked her unsteadily to the fire exit and into the fresh
air.  We walked past the campus post office, shop and the bank but she had
to make another stop in a doorway to throw up again.  I told you it was
romantic didn't I?

   So, anyway, eventually we made it to her room.  She was lucky enough to
have a single room with a small shower room attached.  I told her to have a
quick shower to make her smell sweeter, if not actually feel better, and I
would make her a coffee.  However after only a minute I heard a muffled
help from the bathroom and I went in to find her with her buttoned up
blouse hopelessly stuck over her head and I pulled it down, unbuttoned it
and took it off properly.  "Would you like some help," I said and she
nodded so I helped her get the tight skirt off, and unclipped her bra and
thought she could manage from there on, but she just stood there.  So I
removed the panties and bra and helped her into the shower and closed the
door.  I couldn't help noticing what a great body she had but I had
resisted the temptation to touch!

   I made us both a coffee and it wasn't long before she came out wearing a
practically see-through pink robe.  She had washed the ends of her hair
that had been soiled and she certainly smelled better.

   She had smallish breasts, B cup probably, with small aureoles and stiff
little nipples and they were very visible through the robe, as was a
triangular patch of gingery hair on her pubes.

   She flopped in a chair and took the coffee from me saying "Thanks, and
thanks again for the rescue." She managed a big smile and her face seemed
to light up, god I was fancying this girl something rotten, but she was
still drunk as a skunk and I didn't want to take advantage of her in that
state.  When she had drunk the coffee her eyelids got really heavy and I
took the mug before she dropped it, and sent her to clean her teeth and wee
and I promised to stay around to put her to bed.  This I did, and when she
was snuggled under her duvet I said sleep tight and thought I'd risk a kiss
on her cheek but as I put my face down near hers she turned to say
something and the kiss was planted on her mouth instead.  She didn't jerk
away but kissed me back then turned over to sleep and I let myself out of
her room.

   Wow I felt so good even though nothing had really happened.  Apart from
her name, Jackie, I knew virtually nothing about her but I was hooked and
that night I had some sweet dreams about her.  The next morning I noticed
her in the canteen with some friends looking not at all hung over with her
hair pinned up and looking sharp as a button.  She kept looking round the
canteen and eventually saw me at a table by myself.  She got up and brought
her cup of coffee over to my table saying "Mind if I join you?  Look I
wanted to thank you properly for all you did last night......  and for the
goodnight kiss." She opened her eyes wide as she said this to give it
emphasis.

   "That's OK I said I enjoyed that bit!" She looked at me as if working
out what I meant.

   "Hey look, I have to go now but could I meet you for lunch; I have a
little thank you present in my room."

   "You don't have to buy me anything silly" I said

   "Oh please it would mean a lot."

   "OK then, meet here about 12.30?" She nodded, touched my hand just
briefly and then swept away.

   I was back there at 12.30 and she was already sat at the same table and
patted the chair beside her for me to sit down.  We both had sandwiches and
chatted happily together about nothing while we ate them.  When we finished
Jackie said "Do you have time to come back to my room and I'll give you the
present."

   "You really don't have to give me anything." I said.

   "I want to," she replied.  So we walked the short way to her room.  When
we got inside she looked round saying "Now where did I put it?" Then turned
to me and said "Oh yes I know where it is." With that she put her hands on
the side of my head and put her warm lips on mine in a long kiss which
totally took me by surprise.  "Did you like my present?" she asked when we
surfaced,

   "Oh wow, yes." I said, "Can I unwrap it?"

   "Of course." She said smiling broadly.  I kissed her this time and
opened her mouth with my tongue and let our tongues explore each other.

   We carried on kissing passionately for about 5 minutes and then came up
for air!  "How did you know?" I asked her.

   "Well," she said, "Maybe it was the way you looked at my body last
night, I may have been drunk but I didn't think I was wrong, and of course
the kiss.  Did you think I caught it on my lips by accident?" We both had
lectures to get to but agreed to meet again that evening.

   My afternoon was spent in something of a daze.  I went to the lecture
but couldn't have told you a word of what the lecturer had said.  I could
only think of Jackie, replaying every word of our conversation and
reassuring myself I wasn't deluding myself somehow or misinterpreting her
words and deeds.  My mind then went wandering on to tonight, how should I
play it, what shall I wear, did I have time to wash my hair, what should I
say, where should we go?  I became aware of 2 guys wanting to get past me
on the bench and I realised the lecture was over.

   Somehow that evening I made it to the campus office where we had agreed
to meet, and a few minutes early at that.  I stood in the doorway shivering
more with nerves than the cold.  I remembered with a grin this was the very
doorway in which she had puked, with me propping her up, the previous
night. What a tender memory to have!

   Right on time she appeared running along to the doorway, not easy in the
heels she was wearing!  After exchanging a kiss I asked her what she wanted
to do now we were both dressed to kill.  I knew Zoe and her clique were in
the student's bar so I wasn't over-keen on going there and she didn't want
to either, so we agreed to drive to the local cinema to see what was on,
and if we didn't fancy anything we'd find a pub.

   On the way to the car park she giggled and told me "If I am honest, my
only plan for tonight was to find a way of seducing you into my bed."

   I asked "Why did you think I needed seducing?" She stopped and looked at
me a bit quizzically.  She said "I've seen you knocking about with boys
quite a lot so I thought I would have to work hard to tempt you into
behaving badly with me."

   I took a deep breath and launched into the saga of Zoe and of me trying
to fit in to their world when all the time I was yearning for pussy.  We
were standing under the light of a lamppost and I could see a faint
drizzle, the tiny droplets of which were illuminated briefly against the
bright light and was glad when she suggested we can the plan and go and get
naked instead.  We ran arm in arm through the maze of paths around the
student accommodation blocks until we reached her room.

   Once I followed her inside and closed the door it all got a bit crazy.
She turned and pressed her lips to mine and I was pushed backwards against
the door and our tongues played wildly.  She was unzipping my fleece and
pulling it down off my shoulders and arms and I felt it fall down the backs
of my calves; then she was slipping off her leather jacket, all the time
without letting up on the passionate kiss.  It wasn't till she pulled up my
tight cotton top and eased it over my breasts that she parted our lips long
enough to pull it over my head and let me do the same with hers, then our
lips met again as if magnetized.

   We pulled each other's bra straps off our shoulders and took turns in
pulling down the cups and leaving the garments about our waists.  With no
pause Jackie was feeling round my skirt top till she found the fastener,
unclipped and unzipped it and it fell quickly around my feet.  Once again
our lips parted and she was panting that she needed me so bad.  Without
taking her eyes off mine she bent forward slightly and her trousers fell to
her ankles and she grabbed both my hands and pulled me forward towards her
bed.

   We were both making a low, quiet oooooooohhhh noise and pulled down our
flimsy knickers and unclasped our bras before I pushed her backwards onto
the bed and I dropped naked on top of her seeking her lips again with mine.
Incredibly since shutting the door all this couldn't have taken too much
more than a minute.  I remember thinking that I had spent the best part of
an hour deciding what to wear and getting it on and probably Jackie had
done exactly the same, so two hours had been spent dressing and one minute
to get it all off again.

   Oh that first time was so frantic, just pure lust; her hands were
fondling my buttocks while my hands were doing virtually the same at her
breasts with the added attraction of nipples of course!  God this was so
exciting my pussy felt like it was oozing out its slippery liquid in a long
stream but in reality it was probably just a drip or two.  In fact I was
trembling with the arousal and felt I only had to touch my clit and I would
be taking the orgasm ride.  I left her lips and slid down her body a little
till I was sucking in those beautiful nipples that I had been making hard
with my fingers.

   Jackie was moaning out loud now and I could sense she was craving
release too so I snaked my right hand down to her soft trimmed bush
covering her mound and slid my fingers into her valley and onto her swollen
clit hood.  She drew her breath in hard and then let out a long moan as two
fingers slid straight into her wet orifice.  She sat up a little and
grabbed my thigh pulling me round on the bed till I was looking at her
tummy and had to lift my leg over her head.  I moved further forward until
my face was over her pussy knowing full well mine was in touching range of
her tongue.  Her knees were raised up and were wide apart so that her vulva
was opened up right before my eyes and the smell of her sex was there in
every breath I took.  I pushed my tongue out as far as I could and slid it
into the wetness of her vagina and at almost the exact same time I felt her
tongue lick up and down my slit from my pussy to my clit and I knew it
would be only moments now.

   The orgasm started deep, a hot squeezing sensation in my womb that
spread rapidly through my vagina and met the sensations from my clit and
the explosion seemed to take over all my senses.  I think I was making a
lot of noise and I opened my eyes to find my cheek rolling in Jackie's
soaking pussy.  I wanted her to experience this too so held up her folds
exposing her pink clitoris and licked my tongue over it and round and round
it while sliding 3 fingers rapidly in and out of her pussy.  She had gone
totally silent and I suspected she was holding her breath now waiting for
the release of her emotions and sure enough she let out a high-pitched
scream and her whole body shook.  A stream of cloudy warm juice ran from
her pussy and I leaned forward trying to drink it before it ran down into
her ass crack.  My own orgasm was fading as hers was still in full flow but
soon we turned again and laid side-by-side kissing again and holding each
others body tightly against our own, breast squashed against breast and
pubic hair against pubic hair.

   That was our first time but not the last that evening, but the rest were
leisurely love making and we were both cumming hard and often.  Don't ask
me how many times, it doesn't matter and nobody was counting but it was
excruciatingly good and I didn't want it to end.  At some point we had a
pee break and shared a can of Coke but it wasn't long before her tongue was
coaxing more of my vaginal secretions from my love pit and her fingers were
circling on my clit hood.  I had learned that her anus was a very sensitive
place on her body and for the first time in my life I was licking at
someone's tight little hole and watching her writhe in pleasure when I
tried to insert my tongue.  With my fingers stimulating her clit at the
same time I could keep her orgasms flooding over her like waves.

   It was gone 6.00am when I awoke with a start and with that panicky
feeling you get when you don't recognise where you are, but then the memory
of the previous evening kicked in and I turned over to see Jackie's naked
body, with her legs still akimbo.  I woke her with a kiss and whispered
that I must get back to my room to get ready for the lectures that day. 
She snuggled up against my body and held me tight against her for one last
cuddle.  We were both caked in each others dried juices and smelled
terrible but I felt a tremendous surge of love for her and could have
stayed in her arms all day.



   Chapter 5 - London Paddington and so to Home (and a shock)

   I awoke from my daydreams and the carriage had emptied.  We had arrived
at Paddington and passengers were streaming by the windows.  I pulled my
case from the rack and felt the familiar wetness between my legs and hoped
I hadn't made it too obvious to my fellow passengers.  As I joined the
other passengers heading to the ticket barriers I thought about Jackie
again.

   The lust had never diminished, her body was always a huge turn-on for me
and Jackie felt the same about mine.  We fell in love very quickly and we
wanted to be together all the time.  After a few dates where I disappeared
from everyone's view for hours on end I think Zoe was becoming suspicious
and angry that I was apparently not wanting to be in her `gang', and we
eventually had a confrontation about it.  I had wondered how I was going to
tell her but in the end I just came out with it.  I was in love with a
girl, and I was probably gay.

   Her eyes were full of tears and she said "You can't be, how will that
look that I've been sharing a room with a...a...a...lesbian," She spat that
last word.  Typical that she was thinking of herself as usual!!!!  When she
learned that Jackie had a single room it didn't take long before Jackie
moved in with me and Zoe took over Jackie's old room.

   The grand passion lasted over 18 months, in fact until the end of the
second year.  During the summer vacation she stayed with my parents for a
couple of weeks and we met up a few times for days out and sexy nights in a
B&B.  When I came back for the finals year she didn't!  I don't know why,
no contact, no explanation, not even a letter or postcard.  Her mobile
phone number no longer worked and it was just like she no longer existed. I
was duly heartbroken for a while.  I tried my best to find out where she
lived but the office wouldn't help and directory enquiries couldn't trace
her.  I even went to Swansea at half term to try to find her but looking
for someone named Jones in Wales is not clever.  The phone book was full of
them!

   So it was that I am heading home alone and a little depressed.  At least
meeting her had confirmed my sexuality.

   With all the daydreams of Jackie I was feeling down.  I missed her so
much and it wasn't getting any better with time.  On the tube home I
thought about home.  Mum knew why I didn't come home at half term and
sympathised with my plight.  Since going mad at me for being caught with a
girl all those years ago she had come to accept, if not approve of, my
sexuality.  And she even quite liked Jackie, treated her like a second
daughter when she visited and sounded genuinely disappointed when she
vanished.

   The walk from the station, although only about 10 minutes, seemed longer
than usual and Christmas was going to be hard that's for sure.  I finally
reached our front door and let myself in.  Mum came out the lounge, shut
the door behind her and held her arms out.  I fell into them sobbing, like
as if I was ten not twenty.

   "Oh baby.  Hey don't cry.  It's Jackie isn't it?" I nodded

   "Oh Mum I miss her soooo much it hurts.  I just wish I knew where she
was."

   "I know where!"

   "What?"

   "I know exactly where she is."

   "What?  How?  Has she been in touch?  Where is she?"

   "Shhh.  Let me get a word in and I'll tell you." she whispered.  "She's
in the lounge right now!" I was feeling dizzy and she stopped me running
into the lounge.  "Darling you'd better prepare yourself for a shock."

   I wasn't listening.  I pushed her to the side and flung open the lounge
door against the wall nearly cracking the glass again.  It was true. 
Jackie was sitting in an armchair.  We both squealed and I ran towards her
as she got up.  "Jackie!  Oh my god it's really you!

   We hugged and kissed each other hard and there were a million questions
I wanted to ask.  And then there was a million and one.  Where her flat
belly had been there was a rounded swelling pressing against me.  I pushed
away and stared not wanting to see what I was feeling.  "Oh god Jackie
you're ........"

   "....  Pregnant, yes.  Jenny I'm so sorry!" Her smile had faded away.

   "But ... but ... how did that happen?" What a ridiculous thing to say!
"I know how it happened but who...?  Why ....?  I don't understand.  And
what are you doing here now anyway?"

   "Well, I wanted to explain in person, and look, I have to get a train
home soon so let's go upstairs and I'll tell you everything."

   "Yes I'll bring you a cup of tea up in a minute." said Mum, A cup of tea
mended everything according to her, but not this time I thought!

   "Hello dad nice to see you again too," said dad's sarcastic voice from
across the room.  I ran over and kissed him, apologising for ignoring him.
"Oh you get upstairs and sort this mess out and we'll talk later." I kissed
him again and dragged Jackie upstairs by the hand.

   We sat on the bed.  I had a flashback to the daydream I had been having
on the train about getting smacked on this very spot by mum, and shuddered.
I put my hand on her tummy.  "God you're really expecting.  So what
happened?  Why didn't you let me know anything?  Where have you been all
this time?  Who did that?  Are you married or what?"

   "Jenny, let me talk for a little and you just listen.  OK?"

   "OK, sorry, come on tell me!"

   "It was when I went home for the summer holidays.  I was missing you
like mad and was glum and my brother dragged me to a party at a friend of a
friend to try and cheer me up.  It didn't work, I just sat there not
enjoying myself while everyone got drunk and danced and snogged.  Anyway
someone must have spiked my drinks with spirits or something.  You know how
I can't take my drink.  Remember when we met, that was only after 2 pints
of beer!  I felt ill and tried to stand but must have passed out.  I have a
vague recollection of being on a bed and a man on top of me, and then
another and I passed out again.  I woke up in the morning at home with no
memory of getting home but assumed my brother had got me home.  I had no
underwear under my dress and dried cum all over my thighs and pussy."

   "Oh Jesus, they gang-raped you.  What did the police say?"

   "I never got that far.  My bedroom door was locked.  And when someone
unlocked it my Mum came in and my dad and brother blocked the door.  I told
her I needed to get some emergency contraception as I was ovulating and go
to the police.  She just smiled and said "Well, let's wait and see what
happens!  Jenny I think they did it all deliberately to cure me of being a
lesbian for good.  I pleaded but they kept me locked in my room for 3 weeks
until mum brought me a pregnancy test and confirmed I was."

   "Oh baby, that's terrible.  Why would they do that to you?"

   "They're all religious nuts that's why.  They hated the thought of me
being gay and that's why I never took you to meet them.  I tried to get
away to get a termination but they wouldn't let me out of the house.  The
doors and windows were always locked and my keys and money and credit cards
had all been taken away.  At nights I was locked in my room again and I
couldn't even phone or write to anyone."

   "You mean they've kept you prisoner all this time?"

   "Yes."

   "So how have you got away?"

   "They finally had to take me for an ante-natal but escorted me all the
way like a prisoner being transferred.  When I went into the clinic I
noticed a side door and the doctor watched in amazement as I bolted
straight out again." I went to an old school friend and she lent me enough
for the rail ticket to London.  I didn't know where to go so I came here.
That was yesterday and I told your mum the whole story and she took me to
see her doctor last night.  The doc said it was too late to terminate so it
looks like my mum has won.  Your mum let me stay here last night but she
said you were coming home so I waited to see you so I could explain."

   "Oh Jackie you poor darling, that was awful, you should go to the
police."

   "How can I?  I'll have to rely on my family to support me now so I can't
report them.  No Jen, they've won I'm afraid.  I've lost you and they've
made sure I won't get anyone else.  And anyway I don't want anyone else."
She started sobbing and I held her tightly, my mind a fog of thoughts about
everything she had said.  Her body racked with huge sobs and it tore my
heart out to see her pain and yet what could I do?  Can I just let her walk
out this evening and catch a train and never see her again?  A faint
thought took root in my brain and grew while she soaked my t-shirt in
tears.

   "What if you could stay here?  Would you stay?" She looked up with
tear-stained face and red eyes.

   "What, tonight?"

   "No, for good!"

   Well, after talking it over with Mum, that's exactly what she did!  That
night she shared my bed, as she did all over Christmas.  We were so happy
to be back together that we spent the whole of the first night kissing,
feeding on each others pussies, licking each others clits until we were so
over-sensitized and out of orgasms that we had to stop and get some sleep.
We made love all the time and when I went back to university she stayed
with Mum and Dad.  My parents paid for me to come home every weekend so
each Friday I caught the train home and rushed into her arms and my bed! 
Sunday afternoon I would go back to Exeter again.  I was on my way home on
the train for half term in April when I got the call that she was in labour
and rushed straight to the hospital where I was with her for the birth. 
After I graduated we rented a flat and now live as a family.  Little baby
Grace and her two mums.

   THE END

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