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HEATHER AND HER ADVENTURES PART 2 BY "RAMAPO"
(ED Note: Before you ask, "What happened to Janet coming over to
Heather's place?" Damned if I know. That's what a long overseas flight
will do for your concentration while writing. There really isn't a
damn plot to this thing, after all...)
Heather continued a quiet life, with some VERY limited dating for
appearances, she guessed, but basically, satisfying herself when need
be. Studying in the stacks was a great hiding place and it was pretty
dark in most of the study nooks, so she could slip a hand inside her
blouse or pants and relieve herself whenever she needed. Which was
quite often. A sex drive she had, that was for sure. She was nineteen
and wondered what would happen when she hit her late thirties and
early forties when her sex drive was supposed to peak. She couldn't
even imagine what that might be like, considering how much she was
getting off already.
She just finished up a particularly satisfying orgasm that had
her grinding her ass into the seat and breathing in explosive gasps
between waves of contractions. After her head cleared a bit, she went
back to work, but shortly, sensed someone's presence in the aisle. She
lifted her head and saw another girl at the other end of the stacks at
another study desk, looking, no, staring openly at her over the top of
a textbook. Even in the dim light, you could tell the girl's face was
flushed. Heather realized immediately that she must have seen Heather
masturbate. Let her watch, she thought wickedly, she would give her a
real show. Her desk faced the other girl's. Sliding down as low as she
could, she pulled her pants and underwear down to her knees then let
them fall to her ankles. The desk was old and had no privacy curtain.
Heather was now completely exposed to the girl.
Even from there, she could see the other girl's eyes open wide.
Her eyes were trained on Heather's pussy, and nervously glanced up to
see if Heather was aware of her watching. Heather stared back, then
winked as her hand slid down between her thighs and she began rubbing
herself. First one, then two, and finally three fingers were inserted
into her slick hole as she quickly manipulated the walls of her vagina
with her long, smooth fingernails, pressing her long clit with the
palm of her hand, keeping it trapped inside, bent down. The sensations
were electric. Within a minute, she was very hot and could feel the
beginning of an orgasm building up. Her back arched into it, her eyes
closed to slits as she gave herself to the pleasure. After several
minutes of constant friction and pumping, her pussy was making loud
sucking and wet noises from her hand, but Heather was beyond hearing
or caring. Her head bent back and her eyes opened slightly and vaguely
became aware the other girl was standing over her. She stopped
suddenly with great effort and concentration and opened her eyes. The
other girl was someone she recognized now, an upperclass cheerleader,
long blond hair, terrific tan. Her mouth was open and she was
breathing heavily. "Please don't stop. You are such a hot bitch." It
was a plea, a whisper. She was nervous, hot, and scared. Her eyes went
back to Heather's still hand, fingers still buried deep in her pussy.
Heather looked into her eyes and realized she was hotter than
shit. She reached over and slid her other hand up under the other
girls sweatshirt. It went over her hard belly and up and found the
full breast nearest her. No bra. Firm. Wide spread from its twin. The
nipple was already hard. The other girl gasped in surprise started and
tried to pull away, but Heather had the nipple and pulled back. As the
girl struggled, she got hotter and hotter and her struggles were weak
and half-hearted at best. She made no effort to remove Heather's hand.
"Please. I. I. Can't.. We shouldn't. Someone will see."
"You want relief, we do it together." Heather couldn't believe
she was being so aggressive and dominant with this strange girl. And
she found it excited her to have her so much under control.
Heather pulled her own pants up quickly and took the other girl
by the hand and led her toward the darker area in the middle of the
isle. Turning to face her, she pulled her blouse open quickly and
exposed her own bra-less, jutting breasts with their distended,
protruding nipples. The other girl stared but as Heather reached out,
did not push the hand away as her sweatshirt was lifted over her head.
Heather unsnapped the girls pants and put her hand inside with out
pause. The blond's mons was soaked and she started to moan loudly
immediately. A deep french kiss stopped that and their hips started to
come together. Heather guided the girls hand down into her pants and
pushed two of her fingers inside. And then, a hand in each other's
shorts, in seconds they melted together, breasts pushing breasts
aside, tongues slipping and exploring. Heather came twice, but the
other girl just kept getting hotter and hotter. "You want an A on your
final?" The girl looked back with dazed, eyes, whimpering moans
escaping her lips as Heather's fingers kept stroking the girl's slit.
The shelf behind them was empty and the shelves above missing.
Heather pulled the girl's pants down and held them down with her foot
as the girl stepped out of them and pushed her back on the shelf,
spreading her legs. Before the other girl could even stop to think
what was happening, Heather's tongue was up the girl's twat and
stroking her clit. In less than a minute, the other girl came and came
and came. She was noisy, but not enough for people elsewhere on the
floor to hear past the rows of shelved books. A pool of cum was
forming under the girls ass as the onslaught continued. Heather gently
chewed on the girl's vulva and then went back to sucking. Another
heavy orgasm racked the girls body and her legs scissored behind
Heather's head, holding her in position, face pushed hard against the
steamy pussy. In the next fifteen minutes, the experience the hottest
sex she had ever had. She fainted after the last explosive orgasm.
Heather left her laying back on the shelves, her pants pulled up,
sweatshirt spread over her naked breasts. Heather went back to her
studies and soon notice the other girl stand up, gather her books and
turn to go. But instead, she came down the aisle and stood next to
Heather.
"I. I've never done anything like that before. I mean, masturbate
in public, touch another girl, God, even being eaten out. You aren't
going...?"
"Do well on your final. You look relaxed enough now. And as for
the rest, I don't even know your name and I'm not in the habit of
talking about my lovers. To anybody."
"Lover? I mean... I know we just... but I don't think that would
make us lovers..." The girl was having a lot confusion over what had
just happened. Heather wrote her name, room number, and phone number
on a sheet of paper and handed it to her. "If you need more
relaxation."
The girl stared at the paper. "I'm...my name is Gina. Thanks.
We..we're not lovers, though, right?" It seemed real important to her
to make this point.
"Whatever, Gina."
Gina paused, and then walked slowly away, her books cradled in
one arm. At the door to the stacks, she looked back, then was gone.
Heather knew she would call. Three nights later she did. Heather
made her ask to be fucked before she would agree to let her come by.
When she hung up, she thought to herself that she was turning into a
real bitch. Then laughed as the knock came on the door and Gina came
in. Heather began to kiss her before the door closed, pushing her
toward the bed. This time, there wasn't any rush and Gina wasn't
leaving until Heather was satisfied. And that took a long, long time.
Ciao, \+----------+ "La risposta e' dentro di te...
Vittorio --| : ) o | ...MA E' SBAGLIATA!!!"
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