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   Emily really hadn't expected anything unusual to happen the weekend
before she left for college with Tabitha.  There were no plans, but if
there had been they would have been fairly self-explanatory.  Sex, drugs,
parties, etc.  The usual last summer home before all hell broke loose and
she'd actually have to start paying attention to professors and lectures
and all of that fun stuff.

   Ever since Tabitha had moved in with Becky Emily had spent most of her
free time there hanging out, getting high and learning to love the taste
and feel of Tabitha's body.  She didn't need to learn too much.  It just
seemed to come naturally.

   She used to wonder why it seemed so normal, but she'd finally given up
worrying about it after awhile.  If it felt good and she liked doing it why
should she let it bother her?

   She still worried about her parents finding out, but not because she was
scared of what her parents might think anymore.  Now she was more worried
about what they might do.  Her uncle was on the board of trustees at the
university she and Tabitha would be attending and her father was head of
the alumni committee.  Neither were what Emily would've called socially
liberated.  In fact, her entire family had a certain conservative edge. 
Their collective views on homosexuality weren't exactly modern.

   Emily knew they wouldn't do anything to her.  She was part of the
family. At most they'd encourage her to go to counseling and try to
convince her that it was all just a phase.  It was Tabitha that she worried
about.  At the very least they'd split them up.  At worst they'd find a way
to make Tabitha's scholarship vanish into thin air.

   It hurt to think her own family members capable of such cruelty, but she
knew them well enough to know that it was at least possible.  Her father
was a loving family man who treated his wife and children like they were
made of gold.  Others didn't get that same respect.  She still remembered
when her father's best friend and business partner was caught embezzling
from the company accounts.  By the time her father's lawyers were done with
him he was broke and broken.  They'd known each other since they were kids.

   Still it was hard not to tell her family even though she knew they
wouldn't approve.  It was almost like she was lying to them by not telling
them that she was bisexual and quite possibly gay.  She rarely kept secrets
from them.  They even knew about her drug use.  The only advice they'd
given to her was to get it out of her system soon, because that kind of
stuff wouldn't cut it in the real world.

   Of course, that was her mother.  She'd never actually told her father
even though she knew he knew.  He just pretended not to and she let him.

   But none of that was the problem now.  Her parents were safely ignorant
and in a few days she and Tabitha would be home free and sharing a dorm
room trying their absolute best to keep their hands off of each other long
enough to study, get to class and, once soccer season started, for Tabitha
to get to practice and games.  It would be a challenge, but Emily was sure
she could handle it once it all became routine.

   The problem now was that on the eve of this life changing event Tabitha
was at work pulling a double instead of being at home where she should've
been getting fucked up and making out with her girlfriend.  Even worse,
she'd be doing the same thing tomorrow and inbetween the only thing she'd
be doing was sleeping.  No sex, no fun, no anything.

   The kicker was that it was all by choice.  She didn't have to be working
on her last weekend of freedom.  She wanted to.

   When Tabitha had told her about it Emily had flipped.  Tabitha had good
reasons, but Emily wasn't in the mood to hear them.  It was their first big
fight since their relationship began and like most first big fights it was
irrational, loud and happened out of nowhere.

   "Damn it, Emily," Tabitha had yelled near the end of the argument, "I
need the money, okay?  I don't want to miss the party, but unlike you I
don't have an Uncle who's helping me get a job in town when we get to
school.  I'm..."

   "What do you mean by that?" Emily interrupted angrily, "Am I some kind
of spoiled rich brat just because my uncle is helping me get a fucking
job?"

   "That's not what I'm saying," Tabitha was flustered, "I'm saying that
unlike you I have to find a job and until I do I won't be making any money.
I can't transfer to the store there because they have everyone they need.
I'll need to find a whole new job.  How many times do I have to say that? I
don't want to miss the party, but I can't afford not to, okay?"

   "Why couldn't you have just done this earlier?" Emily came back only
mildly appeased by Tabitha's logic, "We've been planning this for a week
and you just decided like last night that you were going to do this.  Becky
took the weekend off just so she..."

   "I don't care, okay?" it was Tabitha's turn to interrupt.  It was
getting late and they'd gone back and forth like that for an hour.  "Fuck
Becky!  Fuck everyone!  I need the fucking money!  I know I should've
thought of this earlier and I'm fucking sorry, but I didn't and now I need
to do it.  I want to party, too.  I just can't."

   "How can you even say that?" Becky countered angrily, "Fuck Becky? 
She's your friend."

   "That's not what I meant, okay?" Tabitha came back in a frustrated
voice, "I really don't want to do this, but I have to.  I know we had plans
and I'm sorry, but I have to do this.  I'm sorry, Emily, but I can't help
it."

   "I still don't know why you didn't do this earlier if you knew you
needed the money," Emily continued even though she was beginning to weaken.
The silliness of it all was beginning to get to her.

   "Because I didn't know I needed to," Tabitha replied sitting down on the
bed next to Emily placing a hand on her knee, "I was going to borrow it off
of my mom, but..."

   Suddenly Emily understood.  After that last night at Tabitha's house
there was no way Tabitha was going to be able borrow money off of her
mother.  They hadn't even spoken since she'd caught them together in
Tabitha's bed and kicked Tabitha out.

   That pretty much ended the argument right then and there.  Emily still
wasn't happy, but she couldn't complain anymore.  They talked some more and
Emily apologized for overreacting.  They ended up making love slowly until
they both fell asleep reasonably satisfied with the result of their first
real fight.

   When Emily awoke the next morning Tabitha had already left for work and
Becky was already up and about smoking pot in the living room while drawing
dark pictures in her sketchpad.  Emily didn't even have to round the corner
to the living room to know that.  It's what Becky did every morning when
she didn't have to work.  Besides she could hear the bong bubbling over the
soft music and smell the skunky odor in the air.

   "Morning, sleepyhead," Becky said with a smile as Emily entered the
living room and sat down on the other end of the couch that Becky currently
occupied.  "How was the fight last night?"

   "Ugh," Emily responded as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and frowned,
"You heard that?"

   "Yeah, " Becky chuckled as she began to pack a bowl breaking the weed up
on her sketchpad as she sat cross-legged on the couch, "It's kind of hard
not to in this junky old house.  So Tabby can't make it to the party, huh?"

   "No," Emily answered sedately still struggling to wake up, "She has to
work."

   "That sucks," Becky responded still hard at work, "you still going to
that party tonight?"

   "I don`t know.  I need to have some fun even if she doesn't, but a party
full of horny guys and bitchy girls?  I don`t know." Emily responded
drearily.

   "Well, you can always hang out here.  I'm not doing anything, but
getting drunk and high.  Sara might come over with some of her friends, but
that's about it."

   "You aren't going to the party?"

   "Fuck no!" Becky blurted out loudly, "No offense, but I've had my fill
of high school kids for the month."

   "Hey," Emily sneered back mildly offended, "I'm not a high school kid
anymore, missy."

   "Oh, shut up.  That's not what I meant.  Anyway, I'd rather get drunk in
the comfort of my own home then beside a bonfire getting eaten alive by
mosquitoes," Emily chuckled at that last remark.  She hadn't thought about
it like that.  "So, You want to hang out here or what?"

   "Sure, as long as you get me nice and stoned," Emily smiled
mischievously while Becky finished her task.

   "No problem," Becky smiled handing the packed bong to Emily with a
lighter.

   "Thank you," Emily said as she took the bong.  Emily would definitely
miss this when she got to school.  Not that she was planning on not smoking
weed on occasion, but she knew she wouldn't be able to do it anywhere near
as much.  She'd also miss hanging with Becky.

   She'd known Becky for a long time, but she'd never really realized how
much she liked hanging with her until Tabitha moved into her house.  Before
that Becky had been mainly a party friend.  They'd hang out and get stoned,
go to house parties and occasionally clubs once she'd turned eighteen, but
she'd never really hung out with her just for the hell of it.

   They had a lot in common.  They both liked drawing weird, dark things,
listening to depressingly beautiful music, watching movies that no one else
they knew seemed aware of and talking about things no one else seemed to
care about.  She was actually getting something of a crush on Becky.  Becky
made no secret of the fact that the feeling was mutual.

   Of course, Emily had no intention of doing anything about it.  She took
her relationship with Tabitha seriously and she had no desire to jeopardize
that by exploring her feelings for Becky.  Still, a little flirting never
hurt anyone.  Neither did a little friendly back rub.

   Tabitha knew all about it and apparently thought it was funny.  She knew
Becky a little better than Emily did and knew exactly what type of girl she
was.  They'd even discussed the idea of maybe having a threesome with her,
but Emily had nixed that idea.  She'd said it was because she was worried
that Tabitha and Becky might hit it off and she'd be the odd woman out.  It
was a lie, but Tabitha seemed to accept it at face value even though she
did give Emily a funny look when she said it.

   None of this was new, though.  Becky had made it clear a long time ago
that if Emily was ever interested in exploring her sexuality that she'd be
more than willing to lend her a helping hand.  Back when Emily was just a
freshman in high school she used to blush whenever she said it.  As she got
older she'd just giggle nervously.  Now she just smiled and flirted back.

   "So," Becky asked after they'd chatted for a bit and smoked a couple
bowls worth of weed, "When's Tabby getting out of work tonight anyway?"

   "I don't even know," Emily responded dreamily, "Late, like after three,
maybe four."

   "Christ!  When's she go in tomorrow?" Becky was already packing another
bowl as she spoke.

   "Noon," Emily replied in weary voice.  Becky cursed under her breath
before speaking.

   "Jesus, I hope you guys fucked last night," Becky smiled wickedly.

   "Don't even say it," Emily groaned as she threw her head back against
the sofa and covered her eyes.  Becky laughed wickedly for no good reason.

   "Well, did you?" Becky persisted teasingly.

   "Well, yeah," Emily responded with a hint of sarcasm, "We do it every
night."

   "I hope it was good." Becky said as she lit the bong and took a big hit
before concluding her statement while holding in her breath, "'Cause I
doubt you'll being doing it tonight."

   "Don't remind me," Emily responded weakly taking the bong that was being
offered to her.  She started to take a hit while the bowl was still smoking
on its own.

   "Hey," Becky said after she allowed the smoke to escape from her lungs,
"If you need a helping hand, I'm here for you." As she said it she reached
over and patted Emily on the knee.  Emily started to laugh and then began
to choke on the smoke still in her lungs.  Becky, being the good pot smoker
that she was, took the bong out of Emily's hands before she could get any
water on the weed.

   "God," Emily said between coughs, "You're so bad."

   "I know," Becky chuckled before taking a hit.

   "I think I'll get by with my fingers tonight, but thanks for the offer,"
Emily said once she'd recovered patting Becky on the knee in return.  Her
hand lingered there a little too long, but she caught herself before Becky
noticed.  At least she thought she did.

   "Your loss," Becky replied smiling wickedly again.  She really did enjoy
teasing Emily.  Of course, it wasn't really teasing if she meant what she
said and she did.  She meant it every time she said it, but she was
realistic.  Becky knew Emily didn't want to cheat on Tabitha.  It was all
just for fun until Emily either told her to stop or gave in.  Either one or
the other.  It didn't really matter.

   They both continued to chat and flirt until the desire for a shower
became too much for Emily.  She excused herself and wandered off slowly to
the bathroom her head in a fog.  Becky smiled to herself watching Emily
walk away.  What she wouldn't give for a chance to make her scream out her
name with passion.  Tabitha didn't know how lucky she was.

   After her shower Emily decided on a whim to go see Tabitha at work.  It
was something she did often even before their relationship evolved from a
close friendship to the intimate one they shared now.  She'd already quit
her job a week ago and by the time she got out of the shower Becky had
fallen asleep on the couch for her usual late afternoon nap.  Emily knew
nothing exciting would be happening around the house until later that
evening anyway.

   She changed into what she liked to call her hippy outfit of a peasant
skirt and a simple tank top before grabbing her keys off the countertop and
then headed out the door.  After making a short detour to get some food she
made her way across town to the print shop.

   As usual Tabitha was happy to see her when she walked through the doors
carrying lunch.  The print shop was almost entirely empty aside from a
couple of kids in the computer room making up fliers for some rap concert
or something.  Tabitha was working by herself and obviously bored out of
her mind.

   "Oh, thank god you're here," Tabitha said in quiet voice so only Emily
could hear then kissed her quickly before anyone else could see.  Emily
chuckled and handed Tabitha her lunch receiving another quick kiss for her
thoughtfulness.

   "Bored?" Emily asked already knowing the answer.  Her voice was just as
quiet as Tabitha's.

   "What do you think?" Tabitha responded with light sarcasm, "It's been
like this all day.  Those guys have been my only customers for over an
hour."

   "Poor thing," Emily said with real sympathy.  Her hand found Tabitha's
on the counter top and stroked her lover's soft skin tenderly.  "When do
you get off?"

   "Not until four," Tabitha frowned, "I had this split shift crap, but I
have to help train my replacement when he comes in an hour and then I'm
working with the night chick for awhile.  At least she's cute..."

   "Hey," Emily responded in a hurt voice, "What about me?"

   "Oh, please," Tabitha chuckled, "You know I'm just playing.  Besides
you're much cuter."

   "Thank you," Emily said with a cherubic smile on her face, "My ego is
thoroughly placated.  Anyway, I've seen her.  She is cute.  I'd have a hard
time working with her if I were you.  I bet she tastes like strawberries."

   "You're such a slut," Tabitha laughed back, "What would your girlfriend
think?"

   "Screw her.  She's working," Emily grinned mischievously as she spoke
and Tabitha laughed lightly trying to keep the dudes in the computer room
from overhearing them teasing each other, "When's your break?"

   "Not until the new guy comes in and not after I make sure it's slowed
enough to risk leaving him by himself."

   "That sucks," Their conversation was halted by emergence of the two
hip-hop kids from the computer room.  Emily felt their eyes roam over her
body as they walked towards the door.  A few weeks ago she would've smiled
weakly and return their stare, but now she just pretended not to notice and
waited for them to leave.  It was amazing even to her how much she'd
changed in such a short amount of time.

   Once the customers had left the girls talked more freely for a while. 
Emily tried her best to convince Tabitha to lock the doors and go in the
back room for a little quickie.  The temptation was great, but Tabitha's
sense of responsibility won the day before they were once again forced to
quiet their conversation thanks to another customer.

   "So what are you doing tonight, anyway?  Are you going to the party?"
Tabitha asked once the new customer had busied himself at the color copier
in the far corner.

   "No, I'm just going to hang out with Becky.  Sara's coming over and
we're all going to drunk and just listen to music," Emily said casually.

   "Watch yourself, girly," Tabitha teased, "You know Becky.  I better not
find out you've..."

   "Shut up," Emily responded a bit too loudly before she remembered they
weren't alone.  Tabitha chuckled as Emily made sure the guy at the copier
wasn't paying any undue attention to their conversation before continuing.
"You weirdo.  You know I'm not interested in Becky."

   "Please," Tabitha snorted and rolled her eyes at that, "You're
interested, but don't worry.  I trust you." As she said those words Tabitha
stared deep into Emily's eyes letting her know she was serious.  Again
their hands met on the countertop and they grabbed at each other lovingly.

   "Thanks," Emily whispered so lowly Tabitha didn't really hear her. 
Tabitha thought she was touched by the fact that she trusted her so much.
That was true, but the emotions Emily were suddenly feeling had more to do
with the fact that she wasn't so sure she could trust herself.  She almost
said so, but before she could even consider it the new guy walked through
the door five minutes early.

   Tabitha said hi to the new guy and introduced him to Emily before
telling Emily thanks for lunch.  Emily got the hint.  It was cool hanging
out when Tabitha was alone, but not when she was working with someone.  You
never could tell when a fellow employee would suddenly get uppity and try
to get someone fired.  Tabitha may have only had one more long day after
this to work, but she wanted to make sure she worked it.

   Tabitha did follow her out to the car to say goodbye, though.  The new
guy looked a little worried at first, but Tabitha assured him she'd only be
gone for a second.  He still looked a little worried, but Tabitha ignored
it.

   Once they were around the corner Tabitha pulled Emily to her for a deep,
passionate kiss.  Emily felt Tabitha's arms go around her back and allowed
herself to fall back against the car door.  Her hands found their way to
Tabitha's face holding her lover to her for a little while longer until
Tabitha finally broke the kiss and smiled.

   "I love you," Tabitha whispered softly and Emily eagerly returned the
sentiment.  "I'm sorry I can't be with you tonight.  I'll make it up to you
on Sunday.  I promise."

   "I'm looking forward to it," They kissed again before Tabitha went back
inside and Emily opened her door and got in her car.  As she started it up
she noticed the two skater boys from inside the print shop sitting on the
curb twenty feet away with goofy smiles on their faces.  Shaking her head
she put her car in reverse and drove off.

   For the life of her Emily couldn't understand why the thought of being
without Tabitha's touch for a couple of days was such a big deal to her. 
It wasn't just the sex and even if it were it wasn't like she was some kind
of nymphomaniac who couldn't go without or she'd go mad.  She'd never been
this attached to anyone.  It was disturbing to her how much she loved
Tabitha.

   Add on the fact that she was even tempted to be unfaithful and it just
didn't make any sense.  Her own emotions were a confusing mess.  She was in
love, but the urge to explore her newly uncovered desire for other women
with someone besides Tabitha was so overwhelming.

   She just wanted to get good and drunk and hope that the confusion would
go away.  That was the plan anyway.  The fact that she'd be getting drunk
with Becky, the very girl she was being tempted by, didn't even enter her
mind.  Emily wouldn't let it.

   She drove around town for a while trying to kill time and clear her
head. She even stopped at her favorite park to walk around a bit in the
hopes that a quick hike would help.  It helped a little, but it would've
helped more if Tabitha were there with her.  She ended up walking around
the big park with it's long, winding hiking trails for a good hour or two
before her feet started getting tired and headed back to her car.

   When she got back to the house she noticed that Sara was already there.
Part of her was relieved, but another part of her was disappointed.  She
kept both feelings bottled up as best she could as she walked into the
house and made her presence known.

   The next few hours just seemed to fly by as Emily relaxed in the
intimate, friendly setting.  Becky was her usual loud, gregarious self
talking up a storm about whatever popped into her twisted head.  Sara, a
cute girl that had been a year ahead of Emily in high school, was pretty
much the same allowing Emily to feel relaxed enough to just sit back and
enjoy herself.  Sara's friends, two cheerleader types and some guys, one of
whom apparently had a thing for tattooing and piercing every square inch of
his body, did pretty much the same as the small group downed a couple of
cases of cheap beer and a half ounce of good weed between them.

   Everything seemed to going as Emily planned.  By ten she was so loose
she was laughing at tattoo guys lame attempts to get into her pants.  She
didn't even remember going to Tabitha's room with him, but somehow there
she was with what appeared to be a bottle of tequila in her hand and tattoo
guys groping paw on her leg.  She was still laughing when that hand worked
it's way under her shirt, but when she felt his mouth on her neck the
laughter stopped.

   "Hey," Emily protested quietly as she tried her best to push him away
gently.  When he wouldn't budge she pushed harder.  "Stop it.  I don't
want..." Suddenly tattoo guy was all over her pressing his mouth against
hers as he laid himself on top of her on the very bed she shared with her
lover.  She wanted to scream, but she couldn't get it past his tongue deep
inside her mouth.  She couldn't even push him away as his hand grabbed hers
and held them down over her head.

   Emily had never been more scared in her life.  She was frozen as this
guy who she didn't even know began to undo his belt buckle.  The thought
that she was about to be raped suddenly filled her with a rage she'd never
felt herself capable of before.

   She couldn't let this happen.  She didn't want this.  She didn't want
him.  She didn't want any man at all.  Especially not like this.  Still it
took all her courage to what she did next.

   She could taste his blood mix with the aftertaste of the tequila in her
mouth as she bit down on the tongue in her mouth.  Tattoo guy screamed like
a little girl as he tried to jerk away in pain.  His scream turned to a
grunt as Emily brought her knee hard into his groin hard.  The stereo in
the living room cut off as the drunken bastard fell off of the bed with a
thud.

   "Ah, fuck!" Tattoo guy screamed as he sat up and brought his hand to his
mouth to check for blood, "You fucking bit me, you stupid bitch."

   Emily's courage quickly faded as the angry brute got up from the floor
with a look of drunken rage all over his face.  Emily began screaming as
she backed herself into the corner in terror.  Tattoo guys hands were
quickly forming into fists.  Emily brought her hands over her face
expecting the worst when her door suddenly swung open.

   "What the fuck is going on in here?" Becky yelled as she flew through
the doorway followed somewhat more reluctantly by one of the cheerleader
looking girls, Teresa was her name.

   "Nothing, we're just talking, right?" Tattoo guy said as he stared
menacingly at Emily curled up on the bed.  He soon found himself staring in
Becky's angry face.

   "You need to get the fuck out of my house, asshole," Becky snarled into
the guy's face.  He just stared back at her before taking a step closer to
her.  Becky didn't budge.

   "Who's going to make me?" He said as he snarled back until a hand grab
his shoulder and pulled him back.  It was the other guy who Emily knew as
Terry, one of the cheerleader's boyfriends.

   "Sam, it's time to leave," Terry said as he tried to pull his friend out
of the room.  At first Sam resisted, but once Terry said the word cops his
tough demeanor faded quickly and the guys made a quick exit with the
cheerleaders in tow.

   "I'm sorry, Emily," Sara said weakly from the doorway, "I'll...umm...see
you guys later."

   "Just get that asshole out of here," Becky growled as she walked to the
doorway ignoring Emily for a moment.  Emily was still curled up in a tight
little ball of fear on the bed just staring at the wall.  She heard the
front door open and Becky and Sara murmuring in the distance as she
shivered uncontrollably.  The front door shut and she heard Becky lock the
deadbolt cursing under her breath before she reappeared in the bedroom and
sat down on the bed next to her frightened friend.

   "Come here," Becky said holding open her arms to her scared friend. 
Emily almost leaped into her arms tears flowing freely from her eyes. 
Becky gripped her roommate's girlfriend tightly whispering that it was all
okay while Emily sobbed like a baby.

   Becky's arms felt so comforting after the rough touch of that drunken
bastard.  Her body was so warm and soft.  The longer Becky held her and
consoled her the more comfortable Emily became.  The fear slowly faded and
the sobbing began to subside, but Becky still held her, rocking her back
and forth as she whispered gentle words into Emily's ear.

   Emily's mind was still racing from the adrenaline rush when her hands
began roaming over Becky's back.  She could smell Becky's hair and the
sweat on her skin.  She wasn't thinking about anything as her lips touched
the soft skin of Becky's neck for a slow, gentle kiss.  She didn't even
notice Becky freeze when her mouth moved slowly down her shoulder.

   "Emily stop," Becky said softly once her surprise gave way to worry, but
she made no move to stop Emily from kissing her.  She'd wanted Emily for
years, but Emily was just drunk and scared.  If she was going to finally
fulfill her desire she wanted it to be because Emily wanted to not because
she felt she needed to.

   Still, she did want her.  She wanted her so badly, but she had to make
sure that Emily wanted this as well.  Again she pleaded with Emily to stop
kissing her, but when Emily's mouth covered hers she stopped.

   Emily's kiss was needy, impatient.  Her tongue forced it's way past
Becky's lips to slide her into her friend's mouth.  Becky returned the kiss
with enthusiasm refusing to hear the silly doubts her mind was throwing at
her.  Emily's kiss felt too good.

   Emily wasn't even listening to her conscience anymore.  She just wanted
to feel good and escape the fear and anger that had engulfed her
consciousness.  Kissing Becky felt right at the moment and the moment was
all that mattered.

   "Emily," Becky said in a serious tone that was so unlike her as she
grabbed her distraught friend by the shoulders and pushed her away
reluctantly to make sure one last time, "Are you sure you want to do this?"


   "I don`t know," Emily whimpered leaning into return to the kiss managing
to push Becky unto her back, but Becky still resisted.  Emily started
crying again as she fought with Becky to get her to kiss her.

   "Emily stop," Becky pleaded still holding Emily at bay despite herself,
"Just tell me you really want this and you're not just freaking out. 
Tabitha..."

   "Tabitha's not here!" Emily yelled in frustration, "I just want to feel
good!  Help me, Becky.  Please!" Emily's tears were now dripping onto
Becky's face.  "Please..." Emily pleaded one more time as she sobbed above
Becky.

   "Emily..." Becky tried one more time to make sure that Emily really
wanted to do what they were about to do, "We shouldn't do anything you'll
regret later."

   "I don't care about later," Emily said in a weak voice still crying,
"Just let me make love to you now.  Fuck later.  I was so scared, Becky. 
Please just help me feel better.  Please, Becky..."

   There was no way Becky could resist that.  She knew she'd probably hate
herself in the morning for doing this to Tabitha, but Emily was right:
Tabitha wasn't here and Emily needed someone to help her in the only way
she knew how.  In her heart of hearts she knew it didn't make much sense,
but nothing from that night made much sense.

   Without another word Becky pulled Emily back to her for another kiss
throwing caution and common sense to the wind.  Need was the engine of
their passion.  It wasn't the way she'd wanted to win Emily over, but it
would do.

   Emily's hunger was maddening.  Her hands were everywhere and her mouth
seemed to be sucking the very life from Becky.  Emily almost tore Becky's
shirt forcing her hands under the thin fabric of her tight, black t-shirt
to paw at her friend's soft breasts.  She groaned like an animal devouring
its prey before the scavengers came.  Becky was having a hard time keeping
up.

   Becky soon found herself being forced to take control.  It took almost
all of her strength just to roll Emily on her back.  Once she did she sat
up and quickly removed her stretched out shirt before Emily could tear it
to shreds.  Emily's hands were back on her breasts before she even got the
t-shirt over her head.

   Becky would've laughed at her friend's urgency if the look of need
weren't there in Emily's eyes every time she looked into them.  Instead she
just gently pulled those anxious hands away from her breasts and down to
her belt buckle before reaching down to untie Emily's skirt.  Emily took
the hint and unbuckled the belt before unbuttoning and unzipping Becky's
pants.

   Becky got off the bed for a second to make it easier to shed her tight
jeans then bent over Emily.  With a quick tug she removed the flimsy skirt
from Emily's thin body and then helped rid Emily of her tank top.  Then,
almost on a whim, she grabbed Emily by the hand and pulled her up off the
bed.

   "What are you..." Emily started as Becky gathered her clothes up and
then pulled her out of the room.

   "We'll be more comfortable in my room," Becky said simply as she led
Emily across the dining room to the master bedroom which she kept for
herself.  Emily followed where Becky led her and soon found herself being
thrown onto Becky's large, soft bed.

   Suddenly Emily was much calmer.  When Becky crawled onto the bed and
crouched over her she simply accepted her kiss bringing her hands to
Becky's shoulders and arms.  The passion was still present, but most of the
wildness had gone, left behind in the still darkly charged atmosphere of
Tabitha's room.

   The need to feel loved was still there, but Emily now let Becky have
complete control of the situation.  She soon realized that it was the right
thing to do.  Becky knew that would probably her only realistic chance of
finally showing Emily what she'd wanted to show her since she'd first
caught her eye back in high school.  She wasn't going to waste such an
opportunity with a halfhearted effort.  Becky wanted to make Emily come
like she never had before.

   Her movements were patient, but the awareness that Tabitha would be home
in only a few hours never left her mind.  They had plenty of time to
explore, but not all night.  Besides, Emily needed a release and she needed
it now.  Becky's actions showed her awareness of this indisputable fact.

   Becky's mouth broke away from Emily's kissing down the side of her
friends face to her ear and down her neck.  Her hand explored the soft
curve of Emily's breasts while Emily stroked her arms tenderly.  When
Becky's fingers gently tweaked Emily's nipple Becky was rewarded with a
soft sigh.

   Moving across Emily's neck Becky placed light kisses on that beautiful
chin.  She then moved back to Emily's neck and up to her other ear. 
Becky's attentions then shifted again.  Her kisses moved down to Emily's
small, perfect breasts.

   Emily sighed when Becky took her nipple between her lips.  She sighed
again when Becky's hand reached her swollen lips to caress them and gently
force her fingers into Emily's depths.  Becky's touch was different than
Tabitha's, slightly more aggressive, hastier, but Emily didn't mind.  She
wasn't even thinking of Tabitha right now.

   Becky was equally guiltless.  As her fingers curled up inside of Emily's
tight pussy trying their best to make Emily scream her thoughts were
completely focused.  Emily's warm sex felt so good around her fingers.  The
way she squirmed and cooed was intoxicating just like she always knew it
would be.  Becky's fingers curled up and Emily squealed even louder.  It
was beautiful.

   Kissing her way across Emily's chest she took her roommates lover's
other taut nipple into her mouth for a loving suckle.  Emily's sighs were
already giving way to deep groans of pleasure as Becky's experienced
fingers worked their magic.  Those fingers were hitting spots inside of
Emily that Tabitha had never even come close to touching.

   Her breathing was becoming ragged though she still remained passive
almost afraid to move.  Her hands grabbed a little harder at Becky's
shoulders, but that was it.  She never even opened her eyes.  All she
wanted was to come and as Becky squeezed her pinky into Emily's tight pussy
she felt it beginning to build.

   Suddenly her pleasure took over her body and Emily went rigid with a
scream.  Her hands gripped hard on Becky's shoulders.  Her fingernails dug
into the soft flesh drawing a little blood unintentionally.  Becky winced
and bit down for a second on Emily's nipple without thinking in reaction.
It only seemed to make Emily come harder.

   As the orgasm coursed through her body Emily's rigidity gave way to
shakes.  Becky's fingers kept pumping inside of Emily's convulsing sex but
her mouth returned to kiss Emily's now flushed face.  Emily's hands left
Becky's shoulders to guide her friend to her mouth for a fiery kiss.

   Almost all of Emily's passiveness was gone.  Leaving one hand on the
back of Becky's head she allowed her other to find the aroused center of
Becky's being.  Becky's body jerked in response to the aggressive, but
gentle touch.  The sudden change in Emily's behavior caught her off guard.
Not that she minded.  She was glad that Emily had decided to rejoin the
game.

   Now both girls worked hard to bring each other to orgasm.  Emily tried
to emulate Becky's actions, but found it hard to concentrate as Becky's
finger's stretched her insides in a most pleasurable way.  She was forced
to simply concentrate on Becky's clit.  Becky didn't seem to mind, humping
her hips against Emily's fingers until Emily broke the kiss.

   "Fuck me, Becky," She said breathlessly as she reached around to Becky's
ass to pull her down to her, "Fuck me with your pussy." She didn't even
know what she was saying, but it didn't matter.

   Becky did as she was asked removing her fingers from Emily's cunt and
bringing her crotch down onto Emily's raised thigh.  Rising up she
positioned her sex on top of Emily's with a sigh grabbing a hold of Emily's
legs for before she began to grind against her.  Emily's hands quickly
found their way to Becky's hips.

   "Oh, god, fuck me," Emily grunted grinding up against Becky's sopping
pussy.  Her eyes shut tight enjoying the feeling of their pussy lips
sliding against each other.  Becky, on the other hand, enjoyed the sight of
Emily's lithe body squirming underneath as their pussies kissed.  It was a
beautiful sight.

   The bed springs squeaked in protest as they pounded their crotches
together almost violently.  The headboard was slamming hard against the
wall.  Anyone walking down the sidewalk would know exactly what was going
on in Becky's house, but neither of them cared because it didn`t matter. 
If the wall banging didn't give it away the sound of their grunting
intermingled with impassioned calls to god and each other would've clued
them in.

   This was so much better than Becky had ever imagined.  The friction, the
feel of Emily's sex slipping and sliding against hers was electric.  Sweat
was pouring from her body and she found it a struggle to keep herself
upright as they fucked.

   Becky couldn't take it much longer.  She fell on top of Emily to kiss
her sweet mouth hard still grinding her sex against Emily's sweat soaked
body.  Becky had to kiss this beautiful angel who had suffered such
indignity.  She had to let her know how much she wanted her.

   Emily's thigh quickly found its way between Becky's legs to make it
easier for them to keep fucking.  Becky's thigh did the same.  Their sweat
and the musky lubricant seeping from their sexes smoothed their flow, but
the wonderful friction remained.

   The scent of their lovemaking filled the room and their nostrils.  It
was such a wonderful smell.  So pure and natural.  It alone was almost
reason enough for them to be fucking.

   Becky was finding it hard to fight her bodies desire to come.  She
fought it hoping to prolong the pleasure, but her passion, the emotions
that were boiling up inside of her and the delicious friction of her sex
against Emily's slick thigh made it impossible to hold back any longer.

   "Oh god!" Becky yelled before screaming incoherently through her gritted
teeth when her orgasm finally hit her hard.  She slammed her hips against
Emily's thigh roughly and saw stars then went limp collapsing a top of
Emily's writhing body.

   Suddenly Becky found herself rolled onto her back and before she could
even think of reacting Emily began taking control of the fucking.  Emily
sat up and once again their pussies kissed as Emily began hump Becky with a
feral passion Becky found intoxicating.  Her hands found their way to
Emily's hips helping her grind against her wanting to see her friend come
once again.

   "Come, Emily," Becky urged as she stared into Emily's glazed eyes that
were open for the first time since they'd began.  She saw desperation there
mixed with lust and fear.  This was so wrong, but it felt so good and at
the moment that was still all that mattered.

   Becky ground up against Emily's needy thrusts still whispering her
encouragement.  Emily was close.  Her grinding was become wilder
occasionally even missing the mark.  She leaned forward trying to grab at
Becky's breast a little roughly.  Becky winced when she succeeded squeezing
her breast hard, but she did nothing to stop Emily's groping.  It was
painful, but she didn't mind.

   Emily was almost there and, somewhat surprisingly, so was Becky.  Emily
grunted and Becky whimpered with shared lust.  Their grudge fuck was about
to come to a glorious end.  They both knew it and they wanted to come
together so badly.  Neither needed to say this they just knew.

   "I'm coming, Becky!" Emily shouted as the blinding force of her second
orgasm finally overtook her.  Becky would've responded in kind if she
could've, but she found her own orgasm too intense to even consider it. 
Again she screamed through clenched teeth as she humped up against Emily's
rigid body weakly until she went limp.  Emily shook then fell back on the
bed exhausted and lost in her pleasure.

   They both lay there panting on the bed lost in afterglow as reality
began to return to Emily.  The guilt about what she'd just done slowly
leaked back into her consciousness as the lust faded and sobriety began to
return, but when Becky crawled over her for a kiss she didn't reject her.
Still, Becky noticed a slight chill in her response and broke the kiss
almost as soon as it had begun.

   "What's wrong?" Becky asked rolling off of Emily placing her hand on
Emily's belly gently.  She had a feeling she knew, but she hoped it
could've waited at least until the morning.

   "What did we just do?" Emily whispered distantly.

   "We just fucked," Becky whispered back smiling before kissing Emily on
the cheek.

   "What'll I tell Tabitha?" Emily looking seriously into Becky's eyes.

   "The truth," Becky replied calmly.

   "What's the truth?"

   "That you did nothing wrong."

   "Cheating on the only girl I ever loved isn't wrong?"

   "This wasn't cheating, Emily.  This was fucking.  There's a difference.
What we just did was nothing bad.  You needed comforting and Tabitha wasn't
here so you turned to me."

   "But..." Emily started only to be interrupted by Becky's calming voice.

   "But nothing, Emily.  Do you love Tabitha?"

   "Yes."

   "Does she love you?"

   "I think so," Emily sounded unsure, but Becky wasn't.

   "You know so.  Don't kid yourself.  Tabitha loves you.  I've known you
both for a long time and I can tell.  You two are in love.  What we just
did won't change any of that.  Now, if you think Tabitha needs to know
about this tell her.  I think she does, but that's up to you."

   "I don't want to lie to her, Becky."

   "Then don't.  It's up to you, Emily.  Do what you think is right.  I
know that you and Tabby can work it out if you do.  You guys are too good
together to break up over something like this."

   "Thanks, Becky," Emily said with a smile.

   "No problem, cutey," Becky smiled back, "I love you guys.  I'd hate
myself if me or anything I did would cause you guys to break up.  I doubt
that would happen if you told her the whole story."

   "You're such a good friend," Emily said kissing Becky tenderly for what
she intended to be one last time, but as Becky reciprocated it turned into
something more quite quickly.

   This time it wasn't because of stress or some attempt to hide from pain.
This time it was about mutual affection and a way of showing how much Emily
appreciated what a good friend Becky really was.

   Without a word the girls maneuvered themselves so that they could taste
each other at the same time.  Lying on their sides they both rested their
head on the others thigh while holding back the other leg with their arm
while they tasted each other's essence.

   They took their time not caring that it was already past two.  Emily
couldn't help but notice how different Becky tasted from Tabitha and how
different her tongue felt on her sex.  It was a good different.  She was
somewhat sweeter, but just as intoxicating as Emily's true lover.

   Becky found herself enjoying the taste of Emily's musky cunt as well. 
She had wondered what this beautiful girl tasted like for so long.  Tabitha
had described it great detail one night when they'd all gotten good and
drunk soon after Tabitha had moved in while Emily had blushed angelically
in the corner, but it was so much better tasting it first hand.

   Their passion built quickly as they devoured each other
enthusiastically. The guilt was all gone, but lust still remained.  They
were both very quickly approaching yet another orgasm.

   Emily came first followed quickly by Becky, but they didn't stop after
that.  They kept licking each other's pussies until they came one more time
before they finally broke away from each other because Becky was just too
sensitive to go on.

   By the time they had finished it was well past three and Emily realized
that she should shower before Tabitha came home.  She thanked Becky with
another warm kiss before flicking off the light and allowing her to sleep.
Becky was more than happy to do just that.  It had been a long time since
she'd fucked like that.  She was thoroughly exhausted.

   So was Emily, but she simply reeked of sex.  A shower was definitely in
order.  A nice hot one with lots of soap and patient cleaning.  She almost
felt like touching herself and bringing herself to orgasm once more, but
her poor pussy was just too sensitive.

   By the time Emily finished with her shower, dried off and exited the
steamy bathroom Tabitha was already home.  She was laid out on their bed
looking like a zombie when Emily opened the door to go to sleep.  Emily
hadn't even heard her come in.  She kissed Tabitha lovingly after shedding
her towel and flicking off the light before she crawled into bed with her.

   "How was work?" Emily asked as she curled up next to her lover.

   "Hellish," Tabitha replied as she turned to face her with a smile, "Did
you have fun hanging with Becky?"

   "Yeah," Emily said simply, "She's great.  Some of her friends were
dicks, but Becky took care of that."

   "I hope it was nothing serious."

   "A little.  Some asshole couldn't take a hint, but Becky took care of
it. She's a good person," Emily said diplomatically.

   "That she is," Tabitha replied dreamily beginning to give into fatigue
satisfied with Emily`s vague explanation.  Emily watched her begin to
drift, but suddenly a thought crossed her mind.

   "Tabitha?" she asked quietly stroking her lovers cheek gently.

   "Yeah?"

   "Maybe we should reconsider that threesome thing.  I've been thinking it
might be fun."

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yeah, I like Becky."

   "Me too.  Maybe Sunday..."

   "Night, Tabby."

   "Night, Baby."

   Emily watched her lover fall asleep with a smile before allowing herself
to do the same.  For a night that had started out so horribly it had
certainly ended with a lot of promise.  Emily still had a lot to think
about, but right now she felt good.  The bad stuff could wait for another
day.