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 Changes Ch.  1 (c) 2016 author: tyleranne Story Codes: F-solo, ff, cons,
first

   This story is a work of fiction and the author does not condone any
sexual activity with persons under the legal age of consent.  If you are
offended by stories of this type, please do not read any further.
4:40pm Tuesday 10/23
James Tyler opened his eyes and found himself in a bed.  Slowly he
looked around the room to get his bearings...he was in his own bedroom,
that much was clear.  But how had he gotten here?  He didn't remember
coming home.  As a matter of fact, the last thing he did remember was being
at the lab, but couldn't remember exactly what he'd been doing there.  His
head began to pound with the mother of all headaches and as he took stock
of the ache in his head, other feelings became clearer.  He was sore all
over and really didn't feel like himself at all.  It was worse than the
time he'd tried out for the football team, as a peace offering to his

now-estranged father, and quit because he felt like a tackling dummy.

   "James!  You gave us quite a scare." came a soft, sweet voice he vaguely
recognized.

   "What happened," he asked in a croaking whisper, his mouth very dry and
his tongue thick.

   "You passed out again and got a good lump on your head," said the voice
from over in the corner.  James turned his head ever so slightly trying to
focus his eyes on the source of the voice.  A figure slowly began to take
shape though it was still a bit fuzzy.

   "Careful James, you don't want to make yourself sick.  I gave you
something to help you sleep and he medication might make you a bit woozy,
so let's not overdo it," said the shadowy voice.

   James tried harder to visualize the person speaking to him.  He squinted
his eyes a bit and the form continued to become less and less fuzzy.

   "There we go; that's it," said the sweet voice as a straw was placed
between his lips.  "Drink some water.  You're a bit dehydrated."

   Taking small sips, James felt the cool water ease his parched throat. 
Finally able to focus on the source of the heavenly sounds, James realized
the voice was none other than Dr.  Hope Kerry, his boss and lead research
fellow at St.  Michaels Laboratories, a privately owned medical research
firm.  Hope Kerry was a pretty, not what you would call beautiful, 34 year
old with thick auburn hair done up in a loose knot secured by a pencil. 
Thick glasses with brown frames were perched on her upturned nose as she
studied James' chart with a worried frown.  The prototypical nerd, as she
thought of herself, but sexy in her way.

   "What...where...how," he stammered.

   "Shhh, don't worry.  You're going to be fine this time, but I'm really
starting to worry.  This is the third time this week you've passed out in
the lab.  What were you doing in the lab so late?"

   James looked over at her and tried to look at the clock on the bedside
table to get some idea of the time.  The clock showed that it was 4:43, but
he didn't know if it was AM or PM.  "How long have I been out?" he asked.

   "As I said, I gave you something to help you sleep.  You've been in and
out for almost 18 hours or so," she replied.  "I came by the lab about
10:30 last night because I had to get some notes I'd left on my desk that I
needed for my 9am department head meeting and found you on the floor with a
gash in your head..  It looked like you'd clipped a specimen tray after
apparently passing out.  Like I said James, I'm really getting alarmed with
these incidents.  When you are up and around, I'll take you to see Dr. 
Morgan for a CT scan.  Passing out 3 times in a 4 day span is most
definitely not normal."

   James lay back in the bed and tried to remember what had happened last
night and why he was at the lab so late.  It wasn't that he was a stranger
to odd hours at the lab, but for some reason, over the last 3 weeks, Dr. 
Kerry would shoo him out at 6pm after reviewing the day's experiments.  He
just didn't remember being at the lab so late at night...Still searching
for answers, he didn't know that Dr.  Kerry had turned up the drip and his
mind went blank as he slipped into unconsciousness.  In that brief space
between conscious and unconscious thought, his mind registered the words
spoken softly into his ear, "It's okay Jaime, it's okay to be who you truly
are."

   THREE WEEKS PRIOR

   10am Tuesday 10/02:

   "Holy Shit!" she thought to herself, "It worked." Hope Kerry started at
the 4 white lab rats in the specimen trays in front of her.  She'd
dissected the animals and could do nothing but stare in wonder...the first
2 lab rats had been female, but now were most obviously male and the second
pair had been male and were now both female.  Outwardly they'd definitely
changed, but the vivisection confirmed that internally they'd changed as
well.

   The vaccine she'd been developing for H1N1 flu actually altered a test
subject at the genetic level changing the sex of the subject.  The next
question was, is it reversible?  Hope ran out of her lab to obtain some new
test subjects.
6:30pm Tuesday 10/02:
Having kicked everyone out of the lab with an excuse of "work/life
balance" necessity, she injected another pair of males and females with the
vaccine, labelled "H1N1 Type A".  Hope set up a webcam to monitor the
results and to document the change.  Thirty minutes after the injection,
the rats all began to have seizures.  The pitiful squeaks from the animals
really bothered Hope and she vowed that next time she'd try giving them
something to knock them out first.  Five minutes after the seizures began
the rats became very still yet remained breathing.  Injecting them with a
mild sedative, Hope began a physical exam.  Sure enough, the males had

become females and vice versa.

   She drew samples for hormone levels and once analyzed it was clear that
the new males had significantly elevated levels of testosterone, more so
than the original males (now female).  The new females also showed elevated
levels of estrogen, higher than normal for a female rat.  "Hmmmm, I wonder
if that's temporary and attenuated as they experience life as the opposite
sex.  How much that will affect their behavior," she wondered.  "I'll have
to track the hormone levels over time and run some behavioral experiments
with that later."

   With the mild sedative continuing to work, the pretty doctor injected
the 4 rats from a vial labelled "H1N1 Type IIA." This vaccine, as best she
could determined, was the polar opposite of the Type A, based on the
cellular activity she'd been observing.  Within 15 minutes, the seizures
began anew.  This time, however, no sounds emanated from the rats, which
was vaguely comforting to Hope.  She hated animal experimentation, but
there was simply no way to truly model genetic behavior with a computer. 
Hopefully someday that would change, but for now she was simply stuck.

   "Okay," she thought to herself, "can we replicate the change again?  I
wonder how many times we can force the change." More sedative, more
vaccine...Yes!  The change happened again, but the change took less time
than before.  Exactly 2 minutes 15 seconds less.

   Hope looked at the clock, "2am?  Wow...I guess times really does fly
when you're having fun." She'd been at it for the better part of 8 hours
with excellent results with the rats.  She knew her next step would be to
run a few more tests with the rats to see if there was a limit to the
number of change cycles and to see if there were any major lingering
effects.  Into her own, private notes, she noted the elevated hormone
levels from subjects J6D-21037, -21038, -21039 and -21040, which had only
experienced the initial change.  Hormone levels for subjects J6D-21041,
-20142, -21043 and -21044, which seemed slightly elevated, were also noted
as those test subjects had been returned to their original sex.  The final
batch of 4 rats had gone through the change and the reversal and then
changed to the opposite sex one more time.  Their hormone levels were
nearly identical to the levels seen during the initial change.

   To do more serious testing, she'd have to replicate the results in
primates, but that would present some serious challenges and potentially
expose her research to some unwelcome audiences.  Yawning, she finished her
notes and decided she needed to go home and get some rest.  These late
nights were going to become a habit as she knew this couldn't be done with
others present.  Hope left a note for her research team to monitor the
hormone levels in Subjects J6D-21037 through J6D-21048 every 4 hours to
determine if the test vaccine had any effect on the subjects' natural
hormone levels.  Locking up the lab, she started for home.



   3am Wednesday 10/03:

   Closing and locking the door, Hope switched on the living room lights in
her small, but neat, 2 bedroom apartment.  While she'd lived here for 2
years, very little decorating had been done to make it seem more like home
and less like a place where she simply showered and slept.  The lab was her
life and nearly every waking moment was spent there...so many problems to
be studied and solved.  Hope was never happier than when solving a puzzle,
with one exception...

   Hope nearly ran to her bedroom she was so buzzed with excitement from
her discoveries.  As she entered the bedroom, she began shucking off her
sweater and then dropped her slacks in a pile.  She felt her nipples
stiffen in anticipation and felt that familiar tingle begin down below. 
Aside from the lab, her one passion since she was a teenager was wearing
sexy lingerie.  She'd never been one of "those girls" as her mother had
repeatedly referred to most of the other girls in school, hanging on the
arms of boys, and as such, had very limited experience with men.

   Standing in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, she examined
her reflection.  She was about 5'8" tall with an average figure, constantly
trying to lose that "last 5 pounds." Hope felt her best feature was her
startlingly ice blue eyes, but sadly thought it was a shame tat they had to
be hidden behind her glasses in the lab.  While she did not have a runway
model-type of body, neither was she fleshy like her mother had been at her
age.

   Appraising herself from her toes up, she was comfortable with her
overall appearance, slender calves gave way to nicely shaped thighs, narrow
hips and a pear shaped butt tapered to a trim waist and a fairly flat
tummy. Her skin, like most redheads was milky white with a dusting of
freckles, mostly on her arms and legs.  She was often missing meals due to
her lab schedule; she simply would forget to eat, so engrossed she was in
her work.  She still wished her breasts had been a bit larger (No way was
she getting implants!), but they were still firm and well-rounded, sitting
proudly on her chest without a hint of sag.  Her shoulders sagged a bit,
probably because she always sat so hunched over at her desk or at the bench
in the lab.  "I have to try to remember to keep my shoulders back," she
thought to herself as she thrust her chest forward.  "God, I sound like my
mother," she said aloud as she giggled at a fleeting memory of her mother
at the breakfast table telling her to keep her back straight and her
shoulders back.

   Hope secretly thought her mother was a lesbian since, as long as she
could remember, no men had been around since her father died when Hope was
8 and her mother never let her date boys.  "Get an education, go out and
see the world; make something of your life, don't be reliant on men to
provide for you" were the mantras drilled into her.  Being constantly
reminded to fend for herself, do things for herself, and not allowed to
have boyfriends, resulted in Hope learning and mastering many masturbation
techniques as a teen to relieve her budding sexual hunger and frustrations.

   Growing up, Hope was given an allowance and expected to purchase her own
clothes, makeup, toiletries and such when she became a teenager and was old
enough to drive.  She supplemented her allowance with a part-time job at
the doctor's office where her mother also worked.  Hope was also given
responsibility for doing the wash as her mother did the cooking and food
shopping.

   She'd hit puberty a bit later than her peers and was still wearing the
white cotton training bras and white cotton panties bought by her mother.
Her mother wore nothing but white cotton under her clothes, so why should
her daughter be any different?  It was only when she was 14 that a
Victoria's Secret catalog showed up in the mail having been mis-delivered,
that she was exposed to the world of sexy and provocative lingerie.  Like a
young teenage boy with a pilfered Playboy magazine, she kept it stashed
where her mother wouldn't find it.

   At night she would lay in bed after her mother had gone to sleep. 
Staring longingly at the various colors, styles and fabrics, she'd never
imagined that lingerie would excite her so and spent many hours imagining
herself wearing the scraps of cloth in the catalog.  It was not long after
the arrival of the catalog that she discovered her own sensuality and began
to pleasure herself to thoughts of wearing naughty lingerie.  It wasn't
until she went to college and had a small studio apartment that she began
investing in what she'd dreamed about through her high school years.

   Returning to the present and again gazing into the mirror, she looked at
herself again and really saw what she was wearing.  Her bra was white satin
with delicate black lace trim edging the top of the molded cups and had
widely set straps.  The matching string bikini panties had the black lace
edging at the waist and were tied on each hip with small black strings. 
She was in love with lingerie and seeing the woman in the mirror, she could
feel the dampness beginning to spread in the lined gusset.  She watched the
woman in the mirror slide her delicate fingers over the sides of her
breasts and testing the weight of the encased flesh.  Hope felt the tingle
in her nipples as her fingertips glided over the soft satin.  Her hands
moved lower to her panties and she cupped her mound feeling her arousal
build higher and higher as she stroked herself over the silky fabric.  She
could feel the heat coming from herself as she toyed with the bump of her
clit.

   Untying the side strings to her panties, she uncovered a bald pussy
literally dripping with her juices and a string of goo seemed to connect
the panties with her pussy hole as she began to remove the garment.  As she
slipped the panties from between her legs, the gusset of the panties
scraped her protruding clit causing a sharp intake of breath.  As a hissing
sound escaped her lips, Hope realized that she was on a hair trigger and
nearly into her first orgasm of the night.  Slowing down to enjoy the sweet
tantalizing arousal of removing her own lingerie, she again caressed the
sides of her breasts, feeling the lacy edging tease her fingertips,
moisture leaking from her pussy and starting to drip down her thigh.  God,
she was so wet!

   Fighting the urge to taste the juices coming from her core, she slipped
one strap off of her shoulder and reached around to unclasp the bra. 
Removing it, she felt the soft straps glide down her smooth arms, the cool
air of her bedroom causing her nipples to pucker, the tip hardening to a
small bead.  Her areolae flushed with arousal and her breasts began to
ache...needing to be touched and caressed.

   Naked, she lay back on the bed.  A need to touch herself was so sudden
and so overwhelming that she fell back on the bed, without even pulling
back the covers, her weak knees no longer able to bear her own weight. 
Hope slipped her left hand to her aching breasts and her right went between
her thighs.  As the soft pad of her finger dipped into the wetness of her
leaking pussy, she drew the moisture up her cleft and began to tease her
clit, she closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to one of her
favorite memories; one she often thought of when diddling herself...

   In the locker room, she usually changed at the end of the last row of
lockers.  Hope didn't have any close girlfriends and she was thought of as
the class geek by most of the girls in her class.  She'd finished changing
after PE class and was heading out when she saw Amy Smart and several of
the other girls from class.  The "Smart Asses" as Hope thought of them as
Amy was the clear leader of the gaggle and they were always teasing Hope
for some reason or another.

   As she was walking by the row where all of the bunch were changing, Hope
overheard Amy telling the group "...Bobby loves to see me in red.  I bought
the matching bra and panties just for him and wanted to see his eyes pop
out when we finally did it."

   "You did it with Bobby James!" exclaimed one girl.

   "No!  I thought you wanted his brother, Frank?" said another.

   "Why can't I have both," Amy said coyly.

   "No...what...when...oh my gosh" said the Smart Asses in concert.

   Hope passed the group of semi-clad teenage girls.  She noticed lots of
lace and various colors, greens and blues and pinks, but there was one
figure in red silk.  Tall, tanned, dark black hair with what were probably
the biggest set of tits in school.  At least that is what it seemed to be
for a girl not even in an A-cup yet.

   "Like what you see, geek," teased the girl.  ""Put your eyes back in
your head!" To the other girls she said, "I swear that girl has got to be a
dyke.  Did you see the way she looked at me?"

   Hope hustled out of the locker room to the sound of Amy's voice "Come
back sometime and I might just let you get a closer look." Hope's cheeks
burned dark red as she scuttled to her locker to get her lunch and head to
the cafeteria.  "Damn, I forgot my gym clothes!" she chided herself.  "I
sure hope the Smart Asses are already in the cafeteria."

   She turned and headed back to the locker room.  Upon entering, she
noticed the silence and, hoping she was alone, wound her way back to the
gym locker to get her clothes without further incident.

   "What are you looking for, these?" she hears.  Coming around the last
corner, Amy was standing in front of the locker where Hope had been
dressing and held up her black shorts and gray t-shirt.  "I figured you
might be back," she said.

   Realizing Amy, all 5'10" of her, was still standing there in just that
red silk bra and matching string bikini panties, Hope averted her eyes and
stammered out a muted "Y-Y-Y-Yes."

   "Well, come on over here and get them then."

   Hope slowly approached the girl and reached out with her hand for the
forgotten clothing.  Amy grabbed her hand and pulled her into an embrace.
Hope's head began to pound and she felt Amy's lips press against hers.  A
small, wet, wiggling tongue probed her mouth finding her own.  Oh god, so
soft..."What the hell am I thinking!  It's a girl," she thought to herself.
"I'm kissing another girl.  That's not right, but, Oh My God!  So soft, so
gentle," her mind argued.

   A few minutes later the warring tongues declare peace and Hope opened
her eyes to find Amy's smiling face.  "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?  I
think you'll find that I may be a bitch, but I'm damn good at kissing and
much, much more!"

   As Amy reached behind herself, Hope looked shyly away.  "No, watch me
honey.  I want to watch you watching me," said the older girl.

   "B-b-but, someone might come in," Hope stuttered nervously.

   "Everyone's at lunch, including Coach Murphy, and she doesn't have
another class until 1:45 anyway.  We're all alone, said the raven-haired
beauty.  Slowly peeling the straps from her shoulders, Amy released her
large breasts and tossed the garment away.  She ran her small hands across
her creamy skin, stopping briefly to tweak each eraser-sized nipple.  A
small moan escaped her lips as she twisted and tugged at each.  Looking
directly into Hope's eyes she tells her "I love to have my tits played
with! It's so awesome to watch someone playing with them; pulling on them,
biting them.  I want you to do that...now!  Sit on that bench.  Go on, I
know you want to, it's all over your face.  You want to touch me, don't
you? Sit!," commanded the half-naked girl as she saw the shy nod from the
smaller girl.

   Sitting down as directed, Hope looked right into the tit-flesh of the
girl in front of her.  Having had zero experience, she really wasn't sure
quite what to do next.  Seeing her dilemma, Amy grabbed Hope's right hand,
pulling it to her left breast.  Holding her wrist, Amy moved the hand of
her companion across the flesh pressing the palm into her lovely tit mound.


   "Yessss...pinch it.  Hard!"

   Squeezing her eyes shut, Hope did as commanded eliciting a squeal of
delight from the other girl.  Hope seized the protrusion and began to play
with the rubbery tip.  First pinching it between her thumb and forefinger
and then rolling it between them hearing higher decibels noises from the
sexy girl in front of her.  Hope noticed a strange feeling in her own
breast and an oily feeling in her own white, cotton panties.  Breathing
faster and faster, Hope moved her left hand to the other breast in front of
her and started playing with both at the same time.

   Panting and moaning, Amy yanked Hope's head backwards by her hair and
said to her, "Kiss them...suck my boobs...do it now!"

   Hope tentatively moved her face closer to the girl until her nose was
right at the pink nipple of Amy's left breast.  "Well, now or never girl"
thought Hope as she stuck her tongue out and lightly licking the proffered
nipple.  She ran her tongue around the swollen nipple, sucking it into her
mouth.  Nursing like a baby, Hope heard Amy cry out, "Oh god, yes!!" as Amy
firmly held her head to her aching tit as her lithe body shuddered out an
orgasm.

   Taking Hope's head between her hands lovingly, she pushes her away and
smiles gently, "You really do that well.  I never usually cum just having
my tits licked and played with.  That was awesome!  I think it's time for
something different."

   Taking Hope by the hand, Amy led her to Coach Murphy's office.  Opening
the door, she turned, "Coach never locks her office.  Come in and let's get
better acquainted."

   Sitting down on the couch, Amy spread her legs and Hope saw the evidence
of the girl's recent orgasm.  The crotch of the red panties was absolutely
drenched!  "I told you that I knew you liked what you saw," said the
aroused girl seeing the difficulty her companion was squeezing her thighs
together, knowing she was stimulating herself.  "Kneel!  Take my panties
off and get in there," demanded the sexually charged teen goddess.  "You
WILL lick my pussy, do you understand?"

   Meekly nodding, Hope dropped to her knees and approached the older girl.
Hands shaking, she slipped her fingers under the globes of Amy's ass.  A
small moan emanated from Amy as she felt Hope's hands slide along the silky
material to grasp the waist of her panties.  Amy lifted her butt from the
couch as Hope began slowly peeling the panties off the girl's hips exposing
more tanned tummy.  As Hope moved closer, more intent on the task at hand,
she caught a whiff of the intoxicating scent of an aroused female.  It was
different than her own arousal, more musky and earthy, but it mesmerized
Hope.  She had to see...and taste.  The desire to taste the pussy of this
gorgeous creature came from nowhere and hit her like a hammer!  It wasn't
an option any longer.  It wasn't a conscious act.  She drew the panties
down Amy's legs and finally they were off!  Bringing the crotch of the
panties to her nose, she inhaled the fragrace of the wet panties deeply. 
Although she'd never tasted alcohol, she thought to herself that this must
be like what people feel when they have a buzz.

   "Mmmmm, what a nasty girl you are!  I would never have pegged you for
someone that likes to sniff dirty panties.  Shame on you, you little slut!
Drop those panties and get busy," Amy breathily said.

   Opening her eyes, the sight that greeted Hope was almost magical.  Amy's
pussy was completely hairless...She looked like a prepubescent little girl!
Gazing down to the rise of her mound, Hope saw that the cleft of Amy's
pussy was glistening with moisture.  Bending closer, Hope's thumbs opened
the flushed labia and saw the long clitoral hood at the top, a small clit
peeking out at her shyly.  She'd never had the urge to taste another, but
like a moth drawn to a flame, Amy's pussy was calling to Hope.  Hope kissed
the girl's clit lovingly.  The, moving her tongue to the bottom of her new
lover's cleft, she ran the flat of her tongue from the bottom to the top
and twirled it around her clit.

   Like the hiss of escaping steam, Amy drew a deep breath through her
teeth, "Ssssssss...oh god, yes.  Right there...oh fuck!  That's so good."

   Tasting the tangy flavor of the copious juices flowing from the pussy in
front of her, Hope fell in love.  She knew from that moment forward that
she would do whatever was necessary to continue tasting the liquor she was
getting.  Making Amy cum would be the single, most important driving force
in her life.

   Feeling Amy grab her head and mash her mouth into the pulsing vagina,
Hope felt Amy's climax approaching.  Renewing her tongue lashing of Amy's
clit, Hope felt, rather than heard the crash of the girl's orgasm.  Amy
clamped her thighs around the head of the girl licking her and gave herself
over to the overwhelming waves consuming her.

   Finally spent, Amy glanced down at the naked girl still between her
legs, whose face shone with the wetness of the incredible climax.  She
pulled Hope up and kissed her deeply, tasting herself on the lips of her
new conquest.  Her chest heaving, Amy said, "That was soooo good honey...I
have't cum that hard in a while!"

   Regaining her breath, through half-lidded eyes, she said, "Now it's your
turn."

   Amy reached down and pulled at the hem of Hope's sweater drawing it over
her still-spinning head, exposing her white cotton bra.  Pulling Hope to
her feet, Amy began unsnapping Hope's jeans.  Slowly pulling them down her
slim legs, Hope was standing there in front of this incredibly sexy and
well-endowed young woman in nothing but a thin cotton bra and white cotton
hipster panties.  Hope demurely puts a hand across her breasts and a hand
in front of her sex seemingly to protect her virtue.

   "No honey, I want to see all of you."

   The raven-haired girl reached behind the shorter girl and unfastened the
thin, white bra and tossed it away.  Hope moved her arms back, but a gentle
"uh-uh-uh" from the other girl caused her to drop them to her sides. 
Blushing hotly, Hope felt the other girl's hands move to her flanks. 
Hooking her fingers into the waist band of the cotton panties, Amy slid the
garment slowly down the legs of her now naked companion and took in the
sight of a gorgeous little pussy.  Hope's mound had a sparse covering of
dark red pubic hair that hadn't yet begun to curl.  The light dusting of
hair all seemed to point in the direction of the top of her slit, like a
sign telling her lover where to begin.

   "What a beautiful pussy you have sweetheart...it's almost mouthwatering
and just ready to be eaten!" said the very sexy thing on the bench.  "Sit
down here and lay back.  You're going to feel amazing in just a minute."

   Laying back on the bench, Hope raised her arms above her head and
grabbed onto the bench and closed her eyes.  She felt hot breath on her own
chest and the warm wetness of a mouth on her nipple.  It was electric and
she felt a jolt all the way from her tits to her pussy, which began to
tingle mightily.  Her boobs were a 32AA cup, nothing more than a small rise
on her chest, just a puffy nipple really.  Nothing like the magnificent
rack on the girl with her.  "Amy must be so disappointed," thought Hope. 
"Mmmmm, yummy puffies!  I love your titties Hope; I couldn't wait to see
them in the flesh...no pun intended!"

   "I thought you'd be disappointed because they're so small...I must have
the smallest boobs in school."

   "Small yes, but I'm definitely not disappointed baby."

   "You...you like them?" said the astonished Hope.

   "Of course, they're just like a little girl's," said Amy with a
mischievous grin.  "So beautiful and I love the pinkish color of your
areolae.  Now...I can't wait to get a closer look and taste your little
kitty."

   Hope grabbed the arm of the couch for more support as she felt a trail
of licks and soft kisses down to her ever moistening cleft.  She felt Amy's
weight leave her upper body and bend her legs as Hope scooted down a bit to
give her new friend more access.

   Kneeling on the rough industrial carpet of the coach's office, Amy's
thumbs parted the exposed lips of her latest conquest and leaned her head
closer to inhale the delicious scent of a wet, horny girl, letting the
intoxicating aroma invade her nostrils.  Hope's wetness caused droplets of
liquid to form on the red hairs of her pussy.  As Amy continued enjoying
the scent of excitement in front of her, she looked and saw that Hope's
pussy was drooling and a puddle of girl-juice had formed underneath her ass
cheeks.  Amy dove right in and licked from the bottom of Hope's slit right
to the top and tickled the little button peeking out with her tongue as her
finger pressed into the dimple of Hope's flower.

   Seeing stars exploding in her head, Hope had never felt such sensations.
She couldn't describe the feelings at that moment and gave herself over to
the pleasure being foisted upon her.  Amy could feel her own pussy gushing
with excitement as she continued to lick up and down smearing her face with
the auburn-haired girl's thick juices.



   Opening her eyes, Hope saw the ceiling of her bedroom and smelled the
familiar scent of her own orgasms.  Her bedspread was a mess as she had
squirted a torrent of oily girl-cum all over the bed.  She removed the
silver vibrator from her quivering pussy with a shaking hand.  That had
been particularly good session and she felt drained as she thought about
her first time with a girl.  Amy, it turned out, was bi-sexual and had
never introduced any of the "Smart Asses" to the pleasure of girl-girl
love, instead limiting that activity to Hope alone instinctively trusting
the younger girl to keep the unspoken secret.  Having reunited with Amy at
college, Hope found her to be a very good teacher and lingerie consultant.
Amy helped her expand her lingerie collection.  She thought about some of
those "fitting" shopping trips in other self-pleasure sessions too.

   To be continued...

   I do hope you've enjoyed this story.  Like many of the other authors, I
would be grateful for positive feedback as well as constructive criticism,
especially as I'm just starting out.  Don't bother contacting me if you
simply want to flame me or want to go on a rant.  I can be reached at
taclark01 at gmail dot com.