Message-ID: <6261eli$9802201532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: bromo@flashnet.it (Vittorio Barabino) Subject: Heather 02/27 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Face: 1-'jReO2;(p9X]k78K$oyCd=[6-m^b/pxoT[|~r?!}IFsAnjI(#.\js2/1K(d pKos=(tP\tuE7eu>egrsHafY&DG'Th25>`Zn8<&-%75m,bA}$N*?XR]l^u@4wM Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <1d4prjw.1ohjdi5w1uuhjN@ip033.pool-07.flashnet.it> 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!!!" /+----------+ Enciclopedia d.Fantascienza: http://www.fantascienza.com/edf -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |