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The Adventures of Heather, Part 23B
    By "RAMAPO"


    Traci's boobs were so very different than Heather's.  In
size, they were very close to the same, but where Heather's were
so very firm and jutting, with upswept very long nipples, Traci's
were softer, slightly droopy (not from age, just breast type),
and when held gently underneath in a shelf bra, the top jiggled
in waves of motion so sensuous that Heather would get instantly
wet watching them.  Heather loved to watch, hold, squeeze, suck
and press against these breasts.  It was the biggest turn-on for
her when she and Traci did this.
    In fact, one of the most sensuous things Heather and Traci
did was to lay side by side, pussies locked together with legs
intertwined, their pubic bones pressing down on each other's
clits.  In this position, their chests were tightly pressed
against each other, the tissues flattened and bulging out under
their arms, the pressure on their ribs and tits making their
breasts ache with desire, causing them to swell even more and
the pleasure increase.
    They would very, very slowly grind their hips together and
let their desire build and build.  Just at the point where one or
the other was going to orgasm, they would whisper please stop to
the other and they would cease for a minute or two until they
pulled back from the brink.  Then, gently, begin again.  Each
time, the approach would take them higher and higher.  After a
half dozen or more cycles, they would both be almost crazed with
lust and finally, they just couldn't stop and would end up
frantically grinding against each other, holding each other
tighter and tighter, and then the orgasms would take them
together, so intense they would both hang on the edge of
consciousness, their bodies on total overload.  The pleasure was
so intense both would be making all kinds of noises and saying
obscene things to each other.  Traci once recorded this and at
times played it back to herself in the car while she drove to
work.  One hand would always be up her skirt, inside her
panties, with at least one finger working the inside of her
pussy.
    They would lay there, covered in sweat, lubrication pouring
down their legs and bed onto a towel placed under them, kissing
and whispering sweet nothings to each other, but still tight
together.  And after twenty minutes or so to rest, they would
start again.
    In the minutes it took Traci to get back to Heather, the
smile, jiggle, swing of those oh so familiar hips and (it
actually caused her to groan out loud) the sight of Traci's feet
in these open toed heels was almost more than she could bear.  If
the room had been empty, she would have jumped her right there.
As it was, it was a near thing.  Heather felt her nipples go rock
hard under her shirt and a brief glance down showed her that
there was no use trying to hide them from the rest of the room.
Miniture Mt. Everests stood proudly, pointing slightly upward.
    Just the reaction Traci was hoping for.
    "Hi, stranger.  I missed seeing you last night.  How did the
studying go?"
    "Fine.  I think I did OK on the test.  Hey.  I thought you
promised not to get me too sexed up during the day?  You KNOW
when your tits jiggle like that I get crazy for you.  And the
goddamn shoes aren't helping any.  Ever since Inga.  God, you
just look fantastic.  I wish we were alone."  The tone was very
quiet so no one could hear.
    "Glad to hear it."  Softer.  "Sorry, I just missed you so
much, I couldn't resist."  Louder.  "Can I ask you to drive me
somewhere after class.  My car broke down this morning and is in
the shop."
    "Sure.  I'm all done in about thirty minutes.  Where to?"
    "Ummm.  I'll tell you in the car.  Not too far.  I'll wait in
the lobby." It took all of her restraint not to lean over and
kiss Heather on the mouth and take one of those wonderful nipples
in her fingers and squeeze.  There were times when being secret
lovers just about drove her crazy.  This was one of them.  Now
that Heather was all sexed up and her nipples and face showed it,
they could do nothing about it.  Heather was right.  During the
day was no place for these games.  It was too hard.
    They walked out to the car and Heather started it and let the
air conditioner cool it off before they started out.
    "Where to?"
    "Here's the address.  It's my shrink."  Traci said, watching
Heather out of the corner of her eye.
    "A shrink?!  You never told me you see a shrink!"  Heather
was very surprised.  Her horniness faded a bit.
    "Well, it's got nothing to do with us.  I just have some
things to work out and Janet.  Dr. Janet Fielding.  She's very
nice.  Has helped me a lot.  I come home from the visits very
relaxed."
    "Oh, would you wait for me?  It takes an hour.  I realize
this is an imposition, but I couldn't think of anyone else.
    "It's not a problem.  Glad I could do it.  You should have
just borrowed the car."
    Traci smiled.  "Now, I never get enough time with you alone
as it is, so I thought this would be a good excuse.  Oh.  I
really am sorry about the outfit.  I just missed you."
    "Well, I miss you too, but you'll notice that I've stopped
stripping for you in class, or hiding under your desk and eating
you out.  We were getting crazy and you would have ended up fired
and me out on my ass, trying to explain to my straight parents
why I got kicked out of school, along with my lesbian lover, for
open sex in the classroom.  Now that my parents know you and like
you, we can't mess this up."  Heather concentrated on driving.
    "But you did like the outfit?"  Traci said with a sheepish
smile.
    "What do you think?  My pants are soaked.  It's a good thing
I like them that way, or I'd spend my entire day changing
underwear every time you walked by me."
    Traci knew Heather was right.  And it was a good thing that
Traci liked the thought of Heather's underwear being wet with
lubrication.  She loved eating her out through the cotton and
feeling the fluid flow into her mouth.  When Heather lubricated,
it just poured out of her.
    They both laughed.  Traci ran her hand up the back of
Heather's neck under the thick mane of hair and then her nails up
and down the nape of her neck.  The long red nails were a nice
contrast to the dark hair and white skin.  Heather's breathing
went tight.
    "Traci, how close are we?"
    "Ten minutes or so."
    "Get over here and fuck me, honey.  I'll never make it back
to your place."
    "I thought you'd never ask, darling."
    And with that, she slid over on the seat and pulled Heather's
skirt up, with Heather lifting and shifting her hips
to allow the fabric to bunch up around her waist.  Heather was
right.  Her tight cotton briefs were soaked, the dark stain
spreading halfway up to her waist.  The smell of the cum soaked
panties was all Traci needed and she put one arm around Heather's
shoulders and the other hand went to Heather's now open pussy and
a long index finger began to push the panties to one side.
    "Don't run us off the road."  A long finger slid inside
Heather's sopping pussy.  Heather groaned.
    "Yes.  That's so good.  More.  Put more in.  I need it.
Please."
    "My sexy lover, your pussy is just waiting for my long nails
to slid inside and tickle you.  Make you come all over my hand.
There's another long nail."  Another finger slid inside.  Heather
was almost bouncing on the seat.  Traci's fingers were going
around and around inside.  She could feel the pressure and her
belly tightened.
    "Oh, are you ready to come for me, darling?  Now, another.
And another."  Four fingers were now inside her swollen vagina,
Heather was grunting out loud from the waves of pleasure as they
hit her.  Her driving was a bit erratic, and she was slowing down
as her attention shifted from the road to the wild sensations in
her cunt.
    "Traci, fist me!  Please, fist me!"
    Heather had never asked for that before, and Traci had never
done it to another woman.  She had seen porno movies with women
doing it, but had never experienced it.  She was worried she'd
hurt Heather.
    "Are you sure?"  Her fingers were working Heather like a
flute.  There was no doubt that Heather was wet enough.  And,
open enough.  Traci's fist wasn't all that large.  Maybe it would
work.
    Heather groaned wildly and opened her left leg up until it
hit the door.  Her right leg swung up over Traci's thighs and the
car, with no gas, started to slow rapidly.  Traci put her left
foot on the gas peddle and the car picked up.
    Pushing up with her fingers, she pushed her hand further and
further inside, coiling her long nails into the palm of her hand
as it entered Heather, and then, her entire fist was inside.
Heather cried out with lust in her voice and Traci began to pump
and inch or so, in and out.  After only seconds, Heather orgasmed
with a shriek that came from the depth of her soul.  Her vagina
clamped down so hard on Traci's fist she couldn't have moved it
if she tried.
    The car began to wander from the lane and Traci tried to
swing her left arm around from behind Heather's head, now bent
back in orgasm.  It was a contortionist act, but she finally got
a hand on the wheel and drifted the car back into the lane.  A
drunken sailor could drive better than this.  Honking horns were
going off all around them.
    Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Heather, unfolding her
hand and sliding it out.  A copious flow freshly wet the cotton
panties as the vagina slowly closed and Traci pulled the cotton
over the still swollen and stretched lips.  Heather's clit was
fully extended and was now pinned under the tight cotton,
pointing up at Heather's navel, like the pseudo cock it was.
Traci couldn't resist but run her finger up and down the turgid
member and feel Heather tense and buck at the intense sensations.
    Traci had sweat on her lip and brow and realized she was very
aroused from this.  But the parking lot was coming up and there
was no time.  Heather parked in a groggy trance.
    "Listen.  I'll go in, you sit and calm down.  Come up to 507
and wait if you like.  I don't mind.  Are you OK?  I've, I mean,
we've never done that before.  Wow, did you get off on that!
That was some orgasm.  Even for you!"
    "Yes."  She said weakly.  "That was fantastic.  I need a
minute to clear my head.  507 you said, right?"
    "OK.  God, I smell like your pussy.  I hope the Dr. doesn't
mind.  Maybe I can hit the ladies room in the hall.  See you
later."  And she slammed the door and walked away, leaving
Heather leaned over the wheel.
    Heather sat, her nipples still hard, her breathing just
beginning to slow down.  She had just begged Traci to fist her.
Where did that come from?  Pretty wild, even for her.  Yeah, even
for her.
    The long minutes passed.  She was so wet she was sure she
must be sitting in a pool of fluid, so she looked around to be
sure no one was looking, and slid out of the car and let her
skirt fall quickly while she was shielded mostly by the door.
She was right.  There was a small wet spot on the seat.  She
wiped it up with a Kleenex and took a deep breath and went into
the building, out of the heat.  Good thing it was hot outside.
Her face was still fully flushed from the strong emotions.  She
could still feel the intense phantom pressure of Traci's fist
inside her, a phantom lover as she rode the elevator up to the
fifth floor.  That was definitely wild and she had loved it.  Yet
another new technique to explore.  Wait till she did it to Traci.
Just wait.  The doors opened and she found the office.
    The receptionist was a very attractive blond with long hair
pulled back into a tight bundle behind her.  A dazzling grin.
Nice, smallish breasts, no bra to see (or probably needed), white
blouse.  Delicate hands with long fingers.  And very long nails,
a perfect set, painted a delicate shade of pink, to match her
lipstick.  Behind the desk, Heather couldn't see any more.  Yes,
very attractive.  The name tag on the desk said Sherry.
    "Do you have an appointment?"
    "No, actually, I'm Traci's ride.  Is it all right if I wait
here where it's cool?  It's very hot out."
    "Oh, really?  I haven't been out since I got here this
morning and it was cool then.  You are very flushed.  Would you
like a drink of water?"  Her eyebrow was raised a bit, a bit of a
snickering smirk on her lips.  Did she suspect Heather had just
had sex?
    Heather spotted the water cooler with its blue jug of water
behind the receptionist.  "Thanks, that would be nice."
    She went over and stood by Sherry as Sherry filled a paper
cup with water.  As she turned to give the cup to Heather, the
definite delicate smell of sex drifted into Sherry's nostrils.
Her eyebrow went up even higher as she handed over the cup.
"Yes, I see it is very hot out today for some people.  I think
some people get hotter than others, don't you agree?"
    Heather looked at her curiously for a second, then caught the
double meaning.  Yes, she knew.  "Yes, I suppose that's very
true.  With your fair skin, I bet you get pretty hot yourself -
under the right conditions."

End Part 23B (A-E)