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Now, finally, on with the story......which picks up with
Heather just back from England, where we left the group at
the end of  Part 27.  (See how much you forgot already! ;-)

Warning: The material that follows is adult in nature,
containing graphic sex descriptions.  If you are not over 18,
or if such material is offensive to you, stop here and move
on to another story.


The Adventures of Heather, Part 28A [A-C]

          By Ramapo


     The trip back to the states went smoothly.  Heather's
lightning fast sexual encounter  in the lavatory with the two
stewardesses was surprising quite satisfying, in spite of her
exhaustion from another long night without sleep.
     The stewardess had really great hands and brought
Heather off  in under five minutes, only stopping when the
other stew, working from the rear, managed to get the first
stew off and distract her from her business with Heather. 
The stew's heavy breathing as she stroked and tweaked
Heather's long nipples and heavy breasts plus her grunts and
gasps as the other stew fucked her pussy from the rear really
added to Heather's own enjoyment and she quickly slid into
that mental state of hot lust that let her begin to
repeatedly orgasm.
     That encounter had ended as silently as it began.  They
pulled their clothes back on in the darkness, struggled to
regain their breath, and then the stew by the door popped
open the door and quickly looked around.  No one was there
and she quickly went back to her work station in the kitchen. 
The first stew and Heather followed and closed the door.  The
stew called the cockpit and asked that they try the breaker
again, as she thought she had the problem fixed.  The lights
popped back on and an OK was given.  They all smiled at one
another and Heather regained her seat.
     But the sex, so quick and vigorous, had left her very
excited and she could still feel the expert fingers on her
breasts and pussy for many hours afterward, reliving in her
mind the sensations, making her horny all over again.  Sleep
never did come to her as Sherry and Traci snored on her
shoulders.  She ran Sherry's gorgeous long hair through her
fingers as Sherry slept.  
     "I hope she never cuts this."  She thought.  And kissed
Sherry on top of the head.

     They went through customs and immigration then caught a
cab.  Heather was first to get out and she was now staggering
with exhaustion.
     "See you tomorrow."  She gave each of them a cursory
peck on the cheek and dragged her bags up the steps to her
apartment.  She let herself in and put her bags in the
bedroom and took stock of the situation.
     The plants were a little dry, so she gave them each a
shot of water and talked and stroked each one of them for a
while to let them know she was home.
     Then, she made a cup of tea and pulled out her class
schedule and homework assignment and figured out her plan for
the next day.  Traci had a big test scheduled and she knew
she wasn't close to being ready.  Damn.
     She fought off the fatigue and tried to study.  In ten
minutes she was nodding off over the book, tea or no tea.  
     "I've got to get some rest first," she thought.
     She headed for the bedroom and realized she still needed
to unpack, so she forced herself to do that.  Then, she
quickly showered, pulled on a flannel nightgown, and set the
alarm for early the next morning.  And slid in between the
sheets.  Then remembered she didn't call home to let her
parents know she was back safe and sound.
     She picked up the phone and in a quick call, talked to
her Mother and promised to call her the next day and tell her
all about the trip.  Well, the parts she could tell.  "Gosh,
Traci, I miss your tongue on my pussy soooo... much."  She
blushed as she found herself thinking this as her Mother said
goodnight.  
     It was only 6PM as the phone dropped in the cradle.  She
switched the ringer off and  was asleep in seconds.  She
slept the sleep of the dead and only the alarm the next day
awoke her with its persistent loud buzzing.

     She stretched.  A quick trip the bathroom and she
slipped into cotton briefs, jeans, a sweater over a good
support bra and her loafers.  Her hair she ran a brush
through twice and piled on her head in a messy pile.  It was
study time.  No time for pleasure.
     A quick breakfast with tea and some slices of toast and
she gathered her books and headed out the door for the
student cafeteria.  It was her secret study place.  She
hardly knew any of the other students and they left her alone
as she sat in a corner and began to cram for the exam.  The
hours went by and she got hungry, went through the food line
and used her meal card for the second time the whole term. 
Then nibbled at her food as she studied, finally pushing the
tray away. Only an hour to the exam was left as she checked
her watch.  Just once she wished Traci would cut her some
slack about her courses and tests.
     As she moved the tray away, she scanned to room and
noticed a striking woman, about Traci's age, walking several
isles away, looking around for someone.  What caught her eye
was that she seemed a bit out of place in her very
sophisticated black on black attire.  Very Parisian.  Heather
dropped back to her books.  Very striking she thought.  Trim
waist and flat belly.  Great hair, but up and pinned back. 
Nice very dark color.  Rich.  Great to run your fingers
through, she bet.  A hint of a very nice chest under the
jacket and blouse.  Her internal dialogue was interrupted by
a female voice with a distinct French accent.
     "You are Heather?  No?"  She was standing there looking
down at Heather.  Beautiful facial bones, sensitive mouth.  A
knockout, natural beauty.  Yes, now more than a hint of a
chest.  Definitely a full figure.
     Heather scanned her as she looked up, surprise on her
face.  "Yes, I'm Heather."  God, the woman has a great
figure, she thought as her practised eyes scanned the woman
again.
     "I am Monique, I'm glad we can meet so soon."  The woman
placed her tray on the table and shook Heather's hand. 
Heather felt as though the sexual energy of five Traci's just
raced up her arm and through her body.  Monique was
practically glowing with sexual energy and in a flash,
Heather felt her body respond and her brain fill with the
first waves of sexual fog that always seemed to cloud her
thinking when she was very excited.  It hit her so hard she
was confused at first.  She and Traci had chemistry. 
Powerful chemistry.  This was a reaction on another plane
entirely.  She found it hard to breath.  Holy shit, she
thought.  Am I attracted to her or WHAT?
     "I'm sorry," she finally responded, "do I, should I,
know you?"
     "No, not yet, you have been away to Europe, no?  I am
your new art professor, of course."
     "What?  I haven't changed courses.  You must be
mistaken."  The fog in her mind wasn't clearing, only getting
stronger.  God, she never got this hot unless Traci was
around and they were teasing each other.  A lot.  Who WAS
this woman?  The faint aroma of Monique's perfume swallowed
Heather and added even more to her excitement.
     Monique paused.  "You do not know about the change? 
Traci did not tell you?"
     "Changes, what changes?"  The fog receded just a bit as
Heather's concern rose.
     "I am your new teacher.  Traci is leaving to go to the
Southern campus and head the department there for a period. 
I was sure she would have told you.  I'm so sorry for you to
find out this way."
     Heather was rapidly gathering her books and shoving them
in her bag.  She was stunned.  Scared.  Furious.  Bewildered. 
And still horny as hell for this woman.
     "You were studying for the big test today?"  Monique
reached out and touched her arm again.  More fire.  God, this
woman was setting her on fire.  It flooded into her even over
her fear and anxiety.
     "Yes, you should know.  I must go see Trac...the
Professor about this.  Excuse me."  She practically ran out
of the cafeteria.  The panic rose in her throat.
     "I cancelled the test three days ago," Monique called
behind her to her back.  Heather's pussy was wet as she
hurried along.  Sex was the last thing she wanted to think
about and she was angry she couldn't push it out of her mind.
     She jumped in her car and raced for the administration
offices.  Traci's office was locked.  It looked like her desk
had been cleaned off.  She drove as fast as she could over to
Traci's apartment and Traci's car was still in the lot, a
couple of boxes on the back seat.
     Heather ran up the steps and Traci's door was open.  She
stepped in just as Traci was picking up some boxes and was
heading out the door.
     "THERE you are!"  Traci said in relief.  Her eyes were
red from crying. "I've been trying to reach you since last
night! I went by this morning and you were already gone."
     "I just heard!  Nobody's been trying to reach me." 
Heather remembered she didn't listen to her messages and had
turned off the phone.  And left early in the morning to
study.  "The phone was off.  Are you leaving me?"  Her fear
surfaced in her bluntness.  She braced herself for the answer
she dreaded was about to come.  Traci was so pretty and sexy
and she just knew someday someone would steal her away
and.......
     "What?  Leaving you?  Leaving you?  No.  No.  I could
never leave you!  I love you.  It's a fucking promotion!" 
She didn't sound happy about it.
     "But, you were leaving without saying goodbye!"  Heather
was crying.  From relief.  From the sudden news that they
would be apart.
     "I wasn't going to go until we could talk.  Why would
you jump to such a conclusion honey?"
     "I, I....  I was so scared.  I don't know what I'd do
without you."  It came out as she wept.
     Tracy stroked her hair.  "Now.  Come on.  It's going to
be rough.  But we can get through this.  It's only for six
months."
     "Six months?!  My, God, Traci, that's forever!  I'm
withdrawing and coming with you."
     "No. NO!  Listen to me.  You can't DO that.  Calm down. 
Look, you have a brilliant career ahead of you.  You still
need to finish your studies.  You can still learn a lot from
the teachers here.  You mustn't screw up things when they are
all headed your way."
     "But, but.  I can't live without you."  She kept crying. 

     With all the lovers Heather seemed to take, Traci had
secretly wondered if Heather really was all that seriously in
love with her, but there was no doubt left now.
     "I know.  I cried all morning."  She stroked her hair. 
They clung to each other.  "How did you find out?"
     "Monique told me."  Heather was still crying.
     Traci jerked upright and pulled back just as though she
had been shot.  "Monique?  Monique who?"  She held Heather at
arm's length.
     "Monique Lassitur.  The new professor."
     Traci's face was filled with fear.  "She has a French
accent?"
     Heather stopped crying.  "Yes.  Why.  WHAT IS IT?"
     Traci sat heavily on the pile of boxes.  "Now.  Now she
has to turn up.  Here.  With you.  Oh, God, what ARE we going
to do?"  It was a whisper of horror.
     Heather knelt in front of Traci.  "What?  Who is she?"
     Traci hesitated.  Her face was filled with a black
cloud.
     "The devil.  The sexiest, dangerous devil in the world,
but the devil none-the-less."
     "Tell me about her."
     Traci was silent as she gathered her thoughts.  She
decided.  Heather had to know.  At least as much as she
thought the girl would believe.  "I want you to hear this
from me.  We had an affair while I was in school.  In Paris. 
I left her in the end.  I couldn't deal with it anymore.  I
left."  She sounded exhausted.
     "Did you love her?" Heather bit her lip to hold the hurt
inside.
     Traci took a long time to answer.  "Yes."
     "And her?"  God this hurt, Heather thought.  It's before
me.  It has nothing to do with us.  Be brave. Listen.
     "In her way, yes, she loved me."
     Heather waited.
     "It's a fantastic story.  Unbelievable unless you
experienced it. I left in the end because it would have
destroyed me. Her love.  The sex.  The...it was too intense. 
She tried to control it, to protect me, but in the end, she
failed. I saved myself.  From her.  From it.  I'm glad I
left.  But I'll never ever forget it."
     Traci got to her feet wearily.  "You must stay away from
her."
     "But, I'm her student."
     "Outside of class, stay away from her.  She's dangerous. 
That's all I'll tell you.  Promise me you'll try not to sleep
with her."
     Heather looked hurt.  "You know I wouldn't.."  Even
Heather knew this protest sounded very hollow.  Hell, she
seemed to sleep with everyone.
     "THIS IS NOT A GAME, DEAREST!"  Traci took her by the
arms.  "Just promise me you'll try not to sleep with her
until we can formulate some sort of game plan on how to
protect you."
     "I can take care of myself around her."
     "Promise me."
     "I promise.  Traci, what are we going to do about being
so far apart?"
     "Let me get down there and figure out how to solve that. 
You concentrate on your studies.  God, I wish we could have
tonight together.  I miss you so much. I need your loving,
honey.  And we need a plan about Monique."
     "Are your sure?  I don't know if I can do this." 
Heather complained.
     "Yes we can.  We'll get past this.  Now, carry this box.
And I'll lock the door."
     At the car, they kissed.  And held each other a long
time.  "Got to go.  It's a long    
drive and they're already pissed I was out of the country and
didn't show up when they wanted.  Bastards, they could have
let me in on this a long time ago."
     "What happened?"  
     "I'm not sure yet.  A scandal I think.  Anyway.   You
stay away from Monique outside of class.  No matter what."
     "OK.  Got it.  Please call tonight.  I miss you
already."  Her heart was breaking inside. 
     "You are upset because I had an affair with her?"  Traci
looked into Heather's red eyes.
     "No.  Yes.  Of COURSE I'm upset.  She's so fucking
beautiful and the chemistry is so STRONG and....."
     Traci stopped her.  "You already see how dangerous it is
to be around her.  Stay away."  She stroked Heather's arm. 
"That was a long time ago and we have each other now. 
Concentrate on that."
     "OK.  I'll be good."
     "I know.  Have fun at your party this weekend."
     "How did you....?"
     "You talk in your sleep, remember?"  Traci smiled and
kissed her on the forehead.  "Sleep with Karin or Sherry this
weekend.  Something that will keep you occupied and help you
wait for me."
     Heather didn't respond.  She had forgotten about the
party again.  She didn't want to sleep with Karin or Sherry. 
She wanted Traci.  And Monique.  The realization that the
woman was still exciting her surprised her and she realized
that Traci wasn't just warning her for nothing.  I AM totally
sweep off my feet by her.
     
      Traci got in the car,  blew her a kiss and left the
lot.
     Heather sat in her car and cried.  This was so fast. 
She felt empty.  Forgetting at last about Monique, she cursed
the administration and headed for her apartment.  She turned
her phone back on.  On the machine, she found the frantic
messages from Traci begging her to call immediately.  A note
from Mom telling her that Traci was frantic to find her.  A
note from Karin telling her not to forget the party Saturday
night, hoping she had a nice trip and also (shyly) hoped she
could "stay the night, if you know what I mean" after the
party.  And a note from Monique.
     Heather pulled back from the machine as she hear
Monique's distinct voice.  God, it was a sexy voice.
     "Heather.  I'm so sorry I upset you with bad news this
morning."  She sounded sincere.  "I hate to have to bring
this up when you have so many other important personal things
to attend to, but the dean just called with questions about
your painting and trip and wants to meet in her office at
three this afternoon.  Please let me know if you can make
it."  She gave her number.
     Heather sat and stared at the phone.  Traci said stay
away.  But this would be in the dean's office.  That was safe
enough.  It was school business and she couldn't ignore that.
     She called and got Monique's machine.  That was a
relief.  She left a message and then went and made a snack. 
She couldn't taste the food. She cried.  
     "Traci, how can this be getting so screwed up?  I wish
you were here."  She fought the tears as she did the dishes. 
A couple of drops in each eye reduced the redness, but she
knew she looked like hell.
     She met Monique just outside the office.  Monique
immediately said, "We must touch up your eyes.  Come with
me."  She just took charge and Heather fell in behind her.
     Heather immediately felt that electric presence from
before.  Monique turned for the ladies room and Heather
followed and in the next minute, Monique produced some eye
liner and shadow and the circles and puffiness ware covered
up.
     "Do they know about you and Traci?"
     Heather was amazed. She knew.  "No, I don't think so."
     "We must keep it so, then."
     "Fine.  OK.  What's this about?"  Heather looked into
Monique's eyes.  Deep brown pools of excitement.  She
shivered.  God, what is it about this woman?  She is
dangerous.  Traci only said TRY not to sleep with her.  She
must know how sexually attractive she is to me.
     "I don't know yet.  Do not answer any question until we
understand what is the problem."
     "OK."
     They went back and entered the office just on time for
the appointment.  Heather's arm was on fire from the brief
touch Monique had given her as she guided her in through the
door.
     The dean sat behind her desk.  To her right was a plain
woman in a severe business suit.  They both looked grim.
     "Heather, when you entered this university, you signed
an agreement that stated that any income earned using
university facilities or properties would be shared with 80
percent going to the school.  Perhaps you had forgotten
that?"
     Heather answered before Monique could stop her.  "No, I
haven't forgotten."
     "Is this your signature on the form?"  The other woman
handed her a paper.  It was her signature.
     "Yes, that's mine."
     Monique interrupted, cutting off the dialogue.  "Just,
what is the concern, dean?"
     The other woman leaned forward, "Heather has been
producing many works of art and selling them very
successfully, using the university facilities, and has never
paid a penny she owes the school for our fair share of the
income.  We would like payment of our share of the money." 
She was staring at Monique.  Monique fixed her stare and
suddenly the other woman blushed deeply and looked away.
     "I...", Heather started.
     "Just a minute.  Excuse me Heather.  I will speak with
you in the hallway.  Please."  She rose and they went out.
     "You know of the agreement?"
     "Of course."
     "You have not violated it?"  Monique's presence was
sending that fog of lust into her brain again.  She felt her
chest tighten and fought for balance. 
     "No.  Traci made sure I did all the personal work off
campus at the apartment.  That's why I live there."  And to
fuck Traci, but she didn't add that.
     "You have receipts for the materials?"
     "All of it."
     "Have the private works ever been displayed on campus,
stored there, anything of that nature?"
     "No, they never come near the place.  Traci and I do all
the business work at my place or her's.  Never at school." 
It was hard to breathe.  Heather's nipples were rock hard
with excitement.  She felt she would just jump Monique right
there in another few seconds.
     "Let me deal with it."  She took Heather's arm and
Heather felt a hot flood of pleasure flow over her arm and
chest.
     WOW.  This woman can really get too me. Heather thought
to herself.  Her chest burned and she felt it swell and her
tits grow tight.
     Inside, they sat again.
     Monique began.  "Heather did none of the work on school
grounds.  The materials were all her own.  You have no claim
on the results.  Perhaps if I could discuss this with the
young lady for a few minutes..."  She was looking at the
lawyer.
     The lawyer was flushed and trembling.  "Diane.  Yes.... 
We could do that.  I'll require...
proof.."
     "Of course, my dear.  Let's leave the dean to her other
important matters and I'll give to you what you require."
     Diane swallowed hard.  She rubbed her legs together. 
The dean looked a bit puzzled.  "I thought you said you were
sure..."
     Diane hesitated.  "She says she can prove otherwise.  We
should let them do that if they can, it's only fair.  Your
office?"  She was pushing past them.  Still blushing.
     "I will call you later with news."  Monique brushed past
and perhaps rubbed Heather's chest slightly with her arm as
she moved past her.  Instantly, Heather's already hard
nipples erected to their maximum length and began to burn. 
Her sweater clearly showed her long points, even through the
bra.  The dean was staring as Heather slipped on her coat
quickly and left the office.  Her chest was on fire and she
had to get out of there and rub herself.
     Back at her place, Heather rubbed herself for many
minutes, finally experiencing a delicious nipple orgasm
before her breasts calmed down.  Even as she gasped and
groaned, she was thinking of Monique's slight touch and it
got her more excited.  Damn.  Damn.  What a hot bitch.  Boy,
do I WANT her.
     Only as she sat and thought for a while and her body
calmed down did she begin to realize that she had to limit
her time with Monique to public places and around other
people.  If they ever got alone for long, she would sleep
with her in a second.  And Monique would have her.

     She finally went into the other bedroom, converted as
her studio and worked for a while on an unfinished painting,
finally taking her mind off the events of the day.
     The phone rang and she picked it up.  It was Monique.
     "We have won and there will be no more troubles over
your paintings."  She was excited and pleased.
     Heather was cautious.
     "Do I have to show them my receipts?"
     "It will not be necessary.  Donna has received all she
asked for and was quite pleased."
That sounded a bit strange.
     "Like what?  I thought...."
     "We should have a victory celebration tonight.  I wish
to take you to dinner to some place special."  Monique just
went on.
     "Well, I...."  Warning bells were going off.  But it
would only be dinner.  In public.  She would meet her there
and then she could handle it.  She thought.
     "It will be a marvellous evening for us to get to know
one another a bit better.  Eight o'clock?"
     "It should be OK."  Heather tried to sound bland. Her
heart was pounding.
     "I will pick you up at eight at your place.  Goodbye."
Monique hung up.
     "No, I will meet..."  Heather tried to respond, but the
connection broke.  She tried Monique's office and got no
answer.  She had an unlisted number at home.
     Shit.

     The phone rang again.  It was Karin.
     "Hey, welcome home.  I'd thought you'd call."
     "Hi, Karin.  Sorry.  It's been a very crazy and
upsetting day."
     "Oh?  What's up?  You still coming tomorrow night?" 
Karin obviously was interested in getting the plan for the
party in place.
     "Traci's gone."
     "WHAT!  What happened?!"  Karin shifted her focus
quickly.
     "She got a promotion to the southern campus as the art
director there and head of the department.  For six months. 
We didn't find out till last night.  I didn't hear about it
 til this morning."  Heather began to cry again.
     "Six months?  Oh, gosh, that's a long time."
     "It worse than that.  Her replacement here is an old
lover from her Paris days and...."
     "You're kidding.  Wow."
     "And I'm attracted to her.  I can't seem to help
myself." She sobbed.
     "God, slow down.  How do you know all this.  I mean, she
just got there."
     "I know.  I know.  I just am.  It's like she takes
control of me."
     "OK.  I'm coming over."
     "You can't.  I'm going out to dinner with Monique at
eight."  Heather sighed heavily.
     "Look, you need to talk to someone.  I'm on my way." 
She hung up before Heather could respond.
     "You're right.  I do need to talk to someone.  Traci." 
Heather answered into the disconnected phone.
     And realized she didn't have a new number for Traci. 
She'd call later for sure.

     Karin was there in record time.  She used her key and
let herself in.  She took Heather into the kitchen and
started a kettle of hot water for tea and coffee.
     "OK.  From the top."  She settled in and Heather told
her the story.
     "Wow.  What a mess."  Karin was silent for a while.
     Heather wished Traci would call.
     "I have an idea for tonight."  Karin finally said.
     "What?"
     "You get HER all hot and bothered for you.  Then, you
can control things and guide the evening and get home without
hopping into bed."
     "How's that going to work?  I'm already to hop in bed
with her NOW!"  Heather said.
     "Yeah, but all you're doing is reacting to her.  Look,
you haven't had sex with Traci and you're really kinda backed
up in that category.  You need to take charge and get on top
here.  Then, you can keep her at arms length.  Like you do
with me."
     "What?  I do not.  You know Traci and I...."
     "Yeah, but I've really missed you."
     "Karin.  Look, I promise to stay over tomorrow night. 
Now, can we focus on tonight?  Good.  Do you think this has a
chance?"  She sounded very doubtful.
     "Sure thing.  You wrapped me around your pretty finger
and hell, I'm basically a hetero.  Here, we know she's a
lesbian, so no problems there.  We just have to figure out
the right outfit."
     And they picked and chose and laid everything out on the
bed, changing everything at least ten times before they were
both satisfied.  It was six o'clock.
     "Thanks, Karin.  I hope this works or I'm a goner and
god knows what'll happen to Traci and I.  It scares me to
think about it."  Karin and Heather hugged.  "You're the
best."
     "OK.  I'm leaving to let you clean up and get ready. 
Call me if you get in over your head and need a rescue."  She
kissed Heather a long time and her loins ached.  Tomorrow
night.  Wait for tomorrow.  She was embarrassed that she was
thinking about sex when Heather was in such confusion. 
Heather wasn't the only one who was backed up, Karin thought. 
She finally broke away and left.

     Heather carefully washed her hair and towel dried it,
letting the perm tighten the long strands back into mass of
coils down her back almost to her waist now.  She towelled
the rest of herself off and then stepped in front of the
mirror in the bedroom.  She was lucky, as not a blemish
showed on her skin anywhere tonight, so the makeup effort
would be much easier.  
     She had recently begun (over Traci's objections) to trim
a bit around her pubis so that she could wear the really
revealing thongs at the pool, but there still was a small
patch of thick hair down there to rub her legs.
     Her belly was as flat as ever, and now that her hips had
rounded out a bit more, her small waist was even more
noticeable.  But, in the end, the pretty face, nice rounded
hips and tight ass were lost as focal points as her eyes
travelled up to the sensational breasts that still hung so
high from her ribs, jutting out a seemingly impossible
distance.  Tipped with swollen ice cream cones for areolas
and those long nipples.  They were so tight that they hardly
bounced or swayed at all when she walked.  She was twenty
years old now and wondered how long they would stay this way. 

End Part 28A   [A-C]