Message-ID: <1425eli$9706111510@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: "Paul Christiansen" Subject: REPOST: The Adventures of Heather, Part 23A [A-E] [FF] 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. Post comments to my anon id or to A.S.S.D. Thanks. Thanks to all my readers who contributed ideas for outfits, sexual techniques, and situations. These individuals, of course, remain anonymous. The Adventures of Heather, Part 23A By "RAMAPO" Karin picked up her purse and turned back to face Heather, who was reaching for the door lock on her apartment door. They were on their way out to a movie, on a date actually. Well, Heather thought it was a date, but Karin was still very nervous about calling it that. She had never dated a woman before, and wasn't all that sure what her true feelings were about it. The lock snapped back, and Heather turned the handle on the door at very moment that Karin stepped forward to leave, just a half-step too fast, and ran right into Heather. The unexpected full body contact surprised both of them, but Karin was even more surprised to find her pussy go completely wet and her legs tremble. Heather made no attempt to back up and give her room, and Karin, surprise still on her face, was a raging mix of emotions. Her mind said to back up, but her body wasn't moving. And the heat of Heather's thigh through her legs was a furnace pouring waves of warmth directly into her cunt, making her hotter by the second. After ten seconds of just looking into each other's eyes, Heather leaned over and very, very gently, kissed Karin full on the mouth, taking a long time and pulling away so slowly their lips stuck together as the lipstick merged, pulling their lower lips out and increasing the sweetness and tingling of the kiss. All Karin could manage to say was "Oh, god...." She never even opened her eyes from the kiss, but dropped her purse and reached up with one hand and pulled Heather's mouth back on her's with a hand behind Heather's neck. The French kiss was torrid instantly. Heather twisted to be in frontal body contact and their mounds met and ground together as Karin moaned loudly into Heather's mouth. Heather fed her tongue deeply into Karin's mouth and Karin, in response, began to suck on it with an urgency that in turn got Heather boiling hot. Karin had never been with a woman, but it was apparent from her reaction to being kissed that her body was more than ready to welcome the delights of being taken by Heather. The movie was forgotten. It had been a long week, and when it had started, Heather was on her way home from the grocery store the long way, taking advantage of a long drive through a local park. Where, unexpectedly, she met Karin. The park drive wound around a curve and suddenly there was a construction flagman in front of her with the sign turned to STOP. Her car came to a halt and she waited. The person spoke on a radio a few times, but the sign still said STOP. Cars began to pile up behind Heather. The weather was boiling hot, and the air conditioner of the car was working hard to keep the car cool inside. And Heather began to worry about some of the food she had in bags on the back seat. Finally, the worker walked over to her and Heather was surprised to realize it was a woman. A pretty woman at that, bronzed from the sun. Young. Not much older than her, maybe. She removed her hard hat and wiped sweat from her forehead. A nice ponytail of brown, highlighted hair popped out from under the hat and landed down her sweaty back. Rolling down her window, Heather asked, "How much longer, do you suppose?" A wave of heat rolled into the car. "Well, they had an accident down the road a few hundred yards away and the road is completely blocked for a while." Her radio cracked and she held it to her ear. "OK," she responded, "but they're not going to like it." "Well, it's real bad. One person's hurt and now there's been another accident behind you and the road is closed there, too. It might be an hour, even longer. You might want to turn off the car." "Gosh, my groceries might go bad if I do that. I think I'll chance it. I've got plenty of gas." She was about to roll up her window, when a thought occurred to her. "Are you thirsty? I've got a six-pack of cold soda in here." "You bet, that would be great." Heather broke one out of the package and handed it to her. She held the ice cold can up to her forehead and then her neck. Her nut brown skin was a nice contrast to Heather's own very white skin as the can exchanged hands. "If all we're doing is waiting, is it OK if you waited in the car with me, where it's cool? I mean, you have the radio if something starts to happen." "That would be nice. Thanks. They can't see me anyway, all the way around the curve like that." She walked around the other side and slid into the bucket seat. The front of her shirt was dark with sweat stains. But it did nothing to take away from her nice shape, accented by the narrow waist and nicely flaring full hips. Heather's pussy tingled a bit as she looked her over. "I'm a mess. I hope I don't get your car all dirty." "Don't worry about it, I'll get it cleaned. Not a problem. Boy, you sure have a hot job!" "You're not kidding. But it keeps the bills paid until I finish night school." "What's it like? I mean, working with all these men?" "Oh, some of them are jerks. Some are nice. Most just wish I'd go away. Or have sex with them. They never give that up. Every day, at least one of them hits on me. I wonder what part of "NO" they don't understand!" They both laughed. They sat for a while in silence. "Oh, how rude of me." Heather said. "My name is Heather." And she held out her hand. "Karin. Pronounced 'Car-in'. Most people forget and call me Karen. That's OK." "Well, I won't, Karin." Karin looked over at her. "And what do you do? College?" "Yeah. I'm a Junior this year. Art major. Not much in common with what you are doing." "No, but this is just a job. Actually, I want to teach music." Heather looked her over slowly again. And discovered Karin was checking her out as well. Her eyes were lingering on Heather's nicely framed chest. A subtle signal. I wonder, thought Heather. "Heather, can I ask you something really, really personal?" Karin sounded very shy. And embarrassed. "Well, I can always not answer. Shoot." "My boy friend wants to start inviting other women into our lovemaking. I mean, a threesome. I've never done anything like that and I'm not sure I want to do it. Have you..." She took a breath and stared straight ahead out of the window. Very nervous. "Have you ever slept with another woman?" "Are you inviting me to sleep with you and your boyfriend?" Heather tried to sound a bit surprised. Actually, it sounded exciting. "No. Well, I don't think so. I mean, I've never done anything like that. Been with more than one person at a time or had sex with a woman. I've had a few fantasies from time to time, but I've never acted on them. I have enough problems thinking I'd be competing with another woman in bed for my boyfriend's attention, but I'm really not at all sure about the women part. I'm sorry. I can't believe I even said that to you. I better get out." She reached for the door handle. Heather's hand on her arm stopped her. "Yes, I've slept with women. What do you want to know about it?" Karin was very surprised. She settled back into the seat and said nothing for a moment. "I guess, I want to know everything. What it's like. How you do it. Did you like it?" She was staring out the car window again. Too embarrassed to face Heather. The conversation was unexpected, but it had definite possibilities. "It's very nice. You do it the way you would think you'd do it. Hands, fingers, tongues, toys. And I like it very much, with the right lover. Women know how things feel to them and what they like, and in turn generally make better lovers because they don't miss much with their partner." Even as she said it, she knew the last part was a bit of a lie. One of her problems was that she always liked it. With everybody. Karin remained silent. Heather said. "Why don't you and I go out somewhere together this weekend and talk about it? You can ask all the questions you want and I'll try to answer them. What do you think?" "You mean a date?" "No, just us together at a movie or something. We'll go get something to eat later and talk." "A movie? I guess that would be OK." The radio crackled and she held it up. "OK. The road behind you is open. I'm going to turn everyone around here and send them back." Heather was writing her number on a piece of shopping bag. "Here's my number. Call me if you want to talk." "It wouldn't be a date, right? Just talk?" "Just talk. And some food." Karin's eyes caressed Heather's chest again, then came back up to her face. She was definitely interested. "I'll think about it. Bye." "See you later, maybe?" The door shut and again a wave of hot air from the briefly open door hit her in the face. Her panties were already wet. Just the thought of pulling Karin's full hips hard against her body was setting her on fire. She waved as she pulled past her after turning the car around. In the rearview mirror, she could see Karin following her car with her eyes until she went back around the corner. Back in the apartment, she put the groceries away and stood in the window looking out over the alley next to her apartment. Her right hand popped the top snap on her jeans and her flat hand slid down, under the elastic of her hip rider cotton panties and her finger tips ran through her hair and found the waiting, long, erect clit. Leaning against the window jam, her well practiced long-nailed fingers pulled the clit up and rubbed it back and forth over the cotton material. The friction was electric and her groin went solid with pressure immediately, the already engorged lips swelling fully and opening, a steady stream of fluid spreading the already sizable dark stain on the cotton. The orgasm came suddenly as she shuddered, the wave of heat from her inner thighs spreading up her belly and over her chest and into her face. Her eyes were shut and she almost looked like she was in pain, but her hand kept moving automatically as her brain went into overdrive and took her to another peak. This time, sparks of light were going off and her knees weakened and she slumped against the wall, the pace of her hand gradually slowing. Her nipples were rock hard in her post orgasmic reaction and were tenting the shear bra cups, her t-shirt now sporting two proud thumbs at the end of her very full breasts. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and at last she snapped her pants and went back to her desk to study. Her soaked panties were a sweet reminder of her body's desire. She never changed them after sex. The wetness was too nice to just waste. Freshening up could come later. Now, she was alone and the aroma of her own sex was a perfume of which she never got enough. For just a moment before she cracked a book, she stared off into nothing and wondered if Karin would call. She decided probably not. It was just a chance encounter. Too bad. It had possibilities. Those wonderful hips floated in her mind's eye and she felt her body tingle again with arousal. Damn. Concentrate. But Karin surprised her again. Two nights later, the phone rang and Karin was on the other end. "Hi, I didn't think I'd hear from you again." "Well, you almost didn't. But I was standing out there in the sun today and figured, what the hell. It's just a movie. And you seemed so nice and I...well, I really do want to talk about it some more." "Right. OK. But it's definitely not a date." "Saturday, about 8 be OK?" Karin asked. "Fine. Here's the address. I'm in apartment B. Just ring and I'll buzz you up." "OK. See you then." The next day, in the middle of her sculpture class, Traci walked into the class. Heather's work area was at the back of the room, but she noticed Traci immediately, as always, the hair on her arms would tingle in anticipation of being near or with her. Traci knew where Heather was and walked in a measured pace back to her, checking on other students work on the way back. She had on one of those blouses that hides everything, but lets the viewer see all at the same time. Every curve, swell and jiggle of her breasts were visible to the watching eye. She wore these types of outfits when she wanted to tease Heather, and today she really wanted to get Heather hot. End Part 23A (A-E) -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /