Message-ID: <19624eli$9902030447@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: deanajohns@hotmail.com (Deana Johns) Subject: *Savant P3 (FF,Mf sed, voy FFfFfFff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: deanajohns@hotmail.com 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: <36b7f514.1048518@burgoyne.com> ====================================================== Savant: By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is one of my later stories. As of now, it is incomplete but already long. If you are seeking quick, cheap smut, you may wish to look elsewhere. But I think the true connoisseurs of erotica will find it plenty steamy if they give it a chance. This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from other women. Please reply to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Savant Part 3 This time it was Bobby who awoke first. He felt Andrea snuggled to his side. Her head upon his shoulder. She was sleeping blissfully. Bobby reflected that the happiest time in his life had been since he had started their taboo relationship. At times he felt incredibly guilty for it. But he *had* given her the tools of survival. He just realized now that she wasn't likely ever to need them as he had. He realized that long before thier first week was done, then it was too late. Any retreat from his premise that he had preached to her would have shattered her life like fine crystal between two frieght trains. There was no turning back now. For one thing, Bobby didn't want to turn back. He had trained Andrea to be the best fuck on the planet. She got better every time. Her very first time was one of the very best he had ever known. That she adored him and was subject to his every whim was not wasted on him. He apreciated every second of it. He'd throttled way back on the master-slave routine with her. He only did minor things now to keep her a believer in what he had instilled in her. A sort of maintenance action. Fact was that Bobby was quite pleased in Andrea's selection. Miss Alvey would likely tell her to go study and be a good person for a few years... maybe until she graduated from college. Andrea would do that. And it wouldn't hurt her a bit. She would be a *straight-A* student because she was fanatical enough about it to believe that she had to be. The result would be that Andrea actually *would* be a better master..... of her *own* life. Maybe by then she would realize what he had done to her, that was okay with Bobby. He knew he would have to face the price on that someday. He knew he owed it, big time. In the meantime he would enjoy the fuck of his life every time he and Andrea could be alone together. He softly drew his fingertips down over her -now- large firm breasts, remembering how small and tender they had been. She was one fine looking woman, and she was his for as long as he could get away with it. Andrea repsonded to his touch. She opened her eyes to him and smiled, rolling into his arms. Their lips meeting hungrily. -------------------------------------- Cindy awoke feeling different than she ever had felt. She was snuggled to a lovely, caring, sexy woman whom she knew loved her for herself. It was not at all like she had felt waking up next to Andrea.... which had been nice, sometimes, but not *like this*. Cindy knew that she wouldn't have to worry that the next moment Miss Alvey would hurt her. She reached out and softly touched her cheek. A set of eyes the color of emerald forest pools met her's and Cindy felt the tears of joy return to her eyes. Then lips were upon her's, soft and tender. "Good morning, my sweet love. Did you sleep well?" Denise asked. "Better than I ever slept in my life..... If I could feel like this all the time I'd never get out of bed." Cindy said, hugging her. "If you never got out of bed... you wouldn't feel like that." Denise chuckled, pulling the girl atop her. "Oh Miss Alvey. I love you so much!" Cindy cried. "I will have none of that. I'm not about to tolerate such formality from a woman who's had her tongue where yours has been. My name is *Denise*, when we are in my house. It's only Miss Alvey when we are at school. Okay?" she chuckled. "Okay...Denise. Anything you want." Cindy said, hugging her. "Well, if we're going to be hugging like that, then I wish to use the bathroom." Denise giggled. "Okay, I'll start the coffee... take your time." Cindy said, kissing her quickly on the cheek and then rolling away. "My so spunky this morning." Denise said, rolling to her feet. "You've just made me so happy! I feel like the loveliest woman on earth." Cindy said, hugging herself. "Well if you're not, you're a strong contender. You wish to use the bathroom first, I may be a while." Denise asked. "Yes, I'll just go poddy quick like and then let you use it at leisure." Cindy said, kissing her quick and then kind of dancing to the bathroom. Denise watched her go, smiling... but wondering how long this phase of the cycle would last. She considered briefely consulting her psychology books, but decided it was better to play it by ear. Reality *never* matched text books. She knew that there were different phases, she even knew what they were and how to spot them. But they could come and go seemingly at random, repeating or not according to thier own whim. But each time Cindy would be a little closer to normalacy.... or as close as a fifteen year old victim of tortured brain-washing from her lesbian lover could ever be. Cindy bubbled through and kissed her deeply. "I'll call you when it's safe to come in... we can shower together." Denise said. "No...I've gotta go too, you can drink coffee while I'm in there." Cindy said, heading for the kitchen. "Hold it, about face, young lady." Denise said, a bit sternly. Cindy about faced and came back. Denise took her by the hand and directed her into the bathroom, patting her rump. "I'm perfectly able to make my own coffee. And I don't want precidence over you on the toilet. You have to go, so go. You can drink coffee while I'm in here and then we can shower together." Denise told her. "But it will stink. I don't want you to experience that!" Cindy said, misty eyed. "Darling. I know shit stinks. Mine does to everybody but me. I don't find it too pleasant, but I accept it as a fact of life. You are trying to be subserviant to me. I do not wish it, I will not accept it. I love you as you are, stinky shit and all. Now call me when you are done. There's a fan switch there to deal with the aroma. Okay?" Denise asked. Cindy looked at her a moment. "God I love you." she said, throwing her arms around her. "I love you too, Cindy. You don't have to prove yourself to me. So plant that cute little fanny and get'er did." Denise said, patting it. Cindy was sheepish after she was done, but Denise kissed her and then patted her tush toward the kitchen. Later they showered together. Most everybody on the planet enjoys that, unless they are seriously deranged. After their shower they were both hot enough that Denise led Cindy back to bed. She got her first lesson in daylight *loving*. After that they took another quick shower and then dressed and ate breakfast. "Now what?" Cindy asked. "Now, my cute little darling Cindy. You are going to get a lesson in computers." Denise said, firing her's up. "I don't know a thing about them." Cindy said. "Then it's time you learned. But first, call your folks and tell them you are okay. I'm sure they are worried about you." Denise said. "Oh I couldn't!" Cindy gasped. "Why not?" Denise asked. "The things we did!" Cindy said, embarassed. "You mean the things your mother fully expected us to do when *she* suggested this?" Denise chuckled. Cindy looked even more embarassed. "Look, you do not have to tell them what we did. They will not ask. All you have to tell them is that you are feeling a bit better, which seems to be true. Your mother is no fool. She knows what went on, she doesn't wish for any more specific knowlege. But you should call them because the last time they saw you, you had just been realeased from the hospital from trying to kill yourself, so I am quite positive that they are still quite concerned about you and will highly appreciate your phone call. Okay?" Denise said. Cindy thought about it a bit and then nodded and went to use the phone. The call went much as Denise had predicted. They were elated that she was okay, they did not ask for specifics of why she seemed to be downright bubbly. Then Denise sat her down for a computer lesson. ------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you were probably right about Denise. Cindy was pretty damn happy for a girl who just tried to off herself." Sam mused. "Yes dear, she likes the same sort of things that her mother does. You want to go fool around in the shower?" Marge asked. "My god, woman. Where have you been storing all this passion the past sixteen years?" Sam asked. "Just beneath the surface, love. Where you last left it parked and forgot about it." she giggled, taking his hand and leading him. ---------------------------------------------- "..... And that is the basics of how a computer works. Any more questions? Anything you don't understand?" Denise asked. "Yeah... the disks. How is a CD-ROM different from a magnetic disk?" Cindy asked. "A CD-ROM disk doesn't use magnetics. It uses light. Actually little bumps. Think of a line of little mirrors like the one in your compact all lined up in a row on the floor. Now some have the lids open and some have them closed. Now you walk down the line shining a flashlight at the line. The ones that are open reflect the light at you, do they not? And the one's that are closed do not. Correct?" Denise asked. "Yeah, I can see that." Cindy said, picturing it in her mind. "Okay, now. You remember old phonograph records?" Denise asked. "Yes." Cindy said. "Okay, so you know that you put the needle in a groove and it slowly spiraled into the center. Now little bumps on the sides of the groove made the needle vibrate and wiggled a little magnet inside a coil which makes a small electrical signal that varied with the music recorded at any point on the record. That got made bigger by an amplifier that drove that bigger signal into your speakers so that the speakers wiggled the same as the needle did only bigger. But a CD-ROM disk is different, it's a digital media, now do you remember what's so special about digital? Or better yet, binary digits?" Denise asked. "Yeah they only have two states; on or off, yes or no, true or false and one or zero are the various names they are called by." Cindy answered. "Very good, my love. Now think about that in relation to the line of mirrors on the floor and your flashlight." Denise prompted. "Oh, I get it. The cases that are open reflect back a signal, so that's a true or a logic one. The ones that are closed don't reflect back a signal, so that is a false or a logic zero." Cindy answered proudly. "Very good indeed. That earned you an extra kiss." Denise said, delivering it. Cindy moaned a bit and held the kiss, finally Denise pulled back. "Boy, I sure would learn a lot if they taught everything like this." Cindy giggled. Denise laughed, but stayed on the subject. "Okay, now. Make that line of mirrors really tiny and line them up in a spiral like on an old record. Can you picture what I mean?" Denise asked. "Yes..I think so. Yes." Cindy said. "Okay. That's what a CD-ROM disk is like. Here's a blank one. It has nothing on it but a long spiral line of open mirrors. Now this is a special CD-ROM drive I have in my computer. It has a very powerful laser in it. It's powerful enough that it can burn up one of those little mirrors so it will distort and be the same as a logic zero. Get it?" Denise asked. "Yeah...I think. So you can burn a CD-ROM with a line of data. But how do you read it if it will burn it up wherever it shines?" Cindy asked. "They turn down the laser power to read it with. Every CD-ROM player has a tiny laser diode in it. That means it's a tiny rock that puts out light when you run electricity. through it. That's like the flashlight. Now when you put a disk in, the very first part is the record that tells what's on it and where. Kind of like a record label on a phonograph record. Or the directory on a hard drive or floppy. Now this tells the CD-ROM player which groove it needs to go to to read the record you want to read. When you access it, it's just like a floppy or a hard drive. The only difference is that on most computers you can only read data off of them, you can't write them." Denise said. "I get it. ... so how come yours will?" Cindy asked. "I use it to back up my drives. Because you can hold so much on one CD- ROM disk. You can put a lot of files on it. You can always read them, but you can never change them once they are written. At least this type. They now have re-writable one they didn't have when I bought this. But the nice thing about CD-ROM's is that they are a lot safer to put data on than tapes or floppy's. The other thing is that once you start writing one, you have to continue to write it until it has all you want to put on it. You can't just write one file to it and go back later and fill it up. So if you write just one file to it and stop, then you use a whole disk for just one file, and they are kind of expensive." Denise said. "So why did you buy it? It's got to be cheaper to use several floppy's or tapes then to back up just a few records." Cindy said. "You are correct. It is. But I have quite a few valuable records. Like the grades for 240 girls. Here, look." Denise said, selecting a CD and putting it in the drive. She called in a program and read a file off the CD. "Here you are. This is a record of your atttendance, how you are doing, anything special about you that I would need to know as a teacher, your home address, which I got for all the girls from the office in case of an emergency and your grades to date. Now that's a lot of information. And that's just about one person. I have two-hundred and forty of these records. Now that's really a lot of information, and a jolly royal pain in the ass if I lose it from a hard disk crash. So I keep it on CD-ROM disk. Now it's not so bad, because I only have to update that, or burn a new one once a week at most. That way if I lose a drive at school, then I only lose at most a weeks worth of comments, which can be bad enough, but I back up all my records daily and copy them to this machine and take records off this and keep them on the machine at work. That way I only lose one day. I'm fully protected." Denise said. "Yeah, I'll say. So you back up once a week onto CD, that's 52 a year, call it 50 because of holidays and stuff. Call it half that cause school only runs in the winter. So 25 CD's will cover a whole school year.... so what's on all those others?" Cindy asked, pointing at about a hundred of them. "Oh... records from when I was in college and stuff. My masters thesis is in there along with a complete copy of all the programs I use here and at school. I kind of went nuts when I got the burner. I copied all sorts of stuff. I even made a copy of a music CD just to see if it would work." Denise said..... still not telling all. "Okay... So what now?" Cindy asked, accepting her explanation. "Now, my love. We take a break. You have been an *A+* student. You ask questions that make teachers think. So how about some lunch and maybe a little snuggle?" Denise asked. Cindy beamed at her. "Wish the hell I could study like this all the time." she giggled. Denise fixed them lunch with Cindy siting admiring her as she moved. "I think you are cuter than any of my other teachers." Cindy said. "Thank you. Are you attracted to any of them, too?" Denise asked. "Not really. I'm kind of attracted to Coach Hart, but she's not my teacher, you are." Cindy replied. Denise didn't say anything, which to Cindy became significant. "Why... does it bother you that I'm attracted to Coach Hart?" Cindy asked. "No dear, not in the slightest. Betty is a very nice person.... and yes, she is quite attractive." Denise said, smiling at her. "You find her so?" Cindy asked "Yes dear, very much so." Denise said. "So why don't you go out with her?" Cindy asked. Denise smiled at her and fought her smirk. "You trying to get rid of me already?" she asked. "No, of course not..." Cindy gasped. "I'm just teasing.... So what makes you think that she'd be interested in me?" Denise asked. Cindy frowned a bit. "I don't know... Maybe she wouldn't. But she seems to like you well enough at school. I guess I just naturally assumed that everybody would love you." she said. Denise got a little misty eyed. She left the sandwiches for the moment and pulled Cindy into a hug. Kissing her softly. "Thank you. ... But keep in mind that not everybody is going to live my lifestyle. In fact nobody at school knows -or can know- about my lifestyle, or I will no longer be permitted to teach there. That is definately one of the problems with being a lesbian. You can't reveal yourself to others to even determine who the others like you are." she said. "I don't like that word." Cindy said. "Which word?" Denise asked, returning to the preparation. "Lesbian." Cindy replied. "Ah... now there is nothing at all wrong with that word. It is the way people use it that you don't like. The word itself had a very noble birth. In the Mediterainian Sea, just off of Turkey there is a little Greek island known as Lesbos. Now in about 600 BC there lived a famous woman poetess. Her name was Sappho. She wrote very beautiful love poems.... to women." Denise told her. "To women, really?" Cindy asked. "*It is not easy for us, to rival the goddesses in sheer beauty... but you.......*" Denise quoted. "Wow... that's nice." Cindy sighed. "Yes it is, or I've always thought so. Anyway. At that time, what she did was not all that unusual in her society. Homosexuality was commonplace for Greeks of both sexes in 600 BC. At the same time a good number of the men were out chasing around after young boys. Sappho at least liked young women of at least teenage level. So what she did was not that unusual for her time or culture. The interesting thing, is that because she was *so* good and so *famous*, and because of her subject matter, she became synonymous with the concept of women loving women. So much so in fact that the place where she lived did as well. Originally *lesbian* refered to someone from or a resident of the island of *Lesbos*. It came to take on the meaning it did strictly because of that association to Sappho, because she was so good. Personally, I am honored to be associated with her in this manner." Denise said. "Wow.... you sure look at things differently than most people." Cindy said. "Why thank you, dear. What a nice thing to say." Denise said, serving her a sandwich and a cup of soup. "Glass of milk?" Denise asked. Cindy nodded, munching on her sandwich already. Denise got each of them one and sat down with her meal. Cindy took a drink of milk and swallowed. "Kind of odd, you liking milk. It just seems like a sort of kid thing." Cindy said. "Not so... In fact the more of the stuff us women can drink, the better. At least the low fat variety. It is a good source of vitamin D, but more importantly for us; Calcium. Women have a tendancy to lose calcium as they get older. Their bones get thin and brittle. That's why you see so many old women hunched over. Their spines are deteriorating. So you should drink it, or take suppliments every day." Denise said. "Always the teacher, huh?" Cindy giggled. "I guess so. You asked me why I did something, I gave you my reasons." Denise replied. "I know. I was just teasing.... I like learning from you... And not just because you kiss me... although I like that too...... But I like learning from you because you make it all so simple. Even really technical stuff like the CD-ROM's you make seem simple." Cindy said, dipping her sandwich in her soup. "Thank you... That's good to hear. Because I want to be teaching a whole lot more technical stuff." Denise said, distantly. "Like what? What do you want to teach?" Cindy asked. "Oh... I guess I never told you before. I didn't think I had made it any secret though. I want to teach science. I hired on at Ballard thinking I would be a science teacher. I found out after I signed the contract that I had to teach whatever they assign me to teach. They needed a gym teacher, they have two science teachers already, here I am." Denise said. "That's sad... You would be a much better science teacher than either Mr. Gimore or Mr. Pierce. They live in their own little worlds. They think teaching science means telling us to read the book and then running boring demonstrations that take all period to make some liquid change color." Cindy said. "Thank you, but that's the breaks in life. Eventually I'll get to teach science.. if I can survive that long." Denise said. "What do you mean survive?" Cindy asked. Denise sighed. "I *am* a lesbian. Parents don't like lesbians. I am a teacher. Parents *really* don't like lesbian teachers. I am currently a gym teacher. Parents *especially* do not like lesbian gym teachers. Because we see the girls undressed in the locker room. The simple hint of a rumour that I was a lesbian would be enough for the school board to toast my ass. At minimum I would be bared from teaching gym or girls health. Probably from teaching any predominanly female class, like what they used to call home economics, but now call *life- skills*. " Denise replied. "You're really taking a chance with me. Aren't you." Cindy asked, softly. "Yes." Denise replied. "Why?... And it's not because I'm adorable. If that's true, then I was adorable last quarter too." Cindy asked. "Because I think you are worth the risk. You would be worth it if I got caught and was banned from teaching. I don't want that, but I could live with it if it was necessary to get you well again." Denise answered. Cindy looked at her a moment and broke out into tears. Denise grabbed her hand and pulled her into her lap. Cindy continued to sob against her. "I'm sorry I'm so much trouble to you." Cindy sobbed. Denise lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. Cindy quivered inside and continued to cry. "Hey, look at me." Denise said, lifting her chin so that Cindy was looking at her eyes. Cindy didn't want to, but forced herself. She was ashamed she was trouble for the sweet woman who held her. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the gaze held her spellbound. "Now I face trouble every day of my life, because of what *I* chose to be, *not* because of you. I face trouble every time I walk through that locker room. I have to consciously direct where I can let my gaze fall. That is something I accept, willingly and gladly. Having to do that makes me stronger. You are not trouble for me, you are a dream come true to me. Out of that daily view of almost five hundred girls, *you* are the one that I desired most. The fact that I get to hold you in my arms and feel your lips upon mine thrills me to tears. Even if you did not have to deal with this emotional trauma that so tears at you, I would still feel honored beyond words to spend time with you. I love you. The fact of your trauma tears me up, because I love you. I want to make it better for you. I want to pull you right inside me and take your pain into me. I could not *not* do this. That would hurt me much more than any damage that might occur to my career as a result of this. I do not expect any damage to occur anyway. I know you are not going to tell. Your parents have given me their blessing. The school principal knows that we are spending time together *talking*. She knows you need to talk. She cares what happens to you. She arrainged for my substitute for this coming week so that we could be together. So there will be no trouble from her. There is almost no way that word of this could get out, unless we let it out. I know that neither of us desires to do that. So do not worry about trouble to me. I freely and gladly accept any risk I take with you. You are well worth any risk I could possibly take. I am thrilled to have you in my arms at this moment." Denise told her kissing her softly. Cindy hugged her tightly. Her tears somewhat abated. She found herself kissing back hungrily. Denise did not oppose the escalation. She felt Cindy's hands move to her breasts and touch them softly. She did the same to Cindy, but she kept her touch light and moving. Cindy quivered in her arms. Finally Denise broke the kiss and pulled back to gaze into her eyes. "Come on, lets finish our lunch so that we can get on with the snuggling." she said, grinning at her. Cindy hugged her tight a moment longer, then kissed her forehead and returned to her chair. They finished their lunch much in silence, but the sexual tension between them was strong. They looked at each other almost constantly. "Do you really desire me most out of all those girls?" Cindy asked. "Yes.... " Denise said, softly, finishing up her meal. "You watched me often.. through your window?" Cindy asked. "Yes..." Denise replied simply. "Did you watch Andrea too?" Cindy asked, shyly. Denise looked at her a moment, wondering where this was going. "Yes, I will not lie to you. I watched you both. More than the others." she answered. "So you desire her too?" Cindy asked. "Yes...but not like you. You of all people should understand my desire for her though. She would not have been able to do what she did to you had you not cared for her very deeply." Denise replied. Cindy nodded, tears returning to her eyes. She finished up her lunch and then bussed both their dishes. She returned and crawled up onto Denise's lap and lay her head upon her shoulder. Denise softly touched her cheek and kissed her forehead. "That's the part that hurts so bad." Cindy said, softly, "I really love her." "Of course you do.... and that's not a bad thing. It's never a bad thing to love. What she did with that love was the bad thing. But something has made her the way she is. Something very tragic. Something that was not your fault. It happened to her before you two ever met." Denise said, softly. "I wish we could help her." Cindy said. "So do I. Perhaps in time we will be able to, but not right now. For now lets concentrate on healing the damage that was done. Come on, I have something very special in mind for you. Something very pleasureable. We are going to learn each others bodies, starting with our *eyes*." Denise said. She stood holding Cindy in her arms. Cindy wrapped her arms around her neck and Denise leaned her head and kissed her. "I love it when you hold me in your arms like this." Cindy said, snuggling her head to her neck and kissing it. Denise smiled as she carried Cindy to the bedroom. She gently lay her on the bed and then slowly removed her clothes. Cindy becoming more aroused by the moment. Once all of Cindy's clothes were off, Denise stood back and admired her. Cindy blushed over her gaze. "Do you know how lovely you are?" Denise asked, slowly removing her own clothes. "No... But I know how lovely you are." Cindy replied, her eyes riveted to the sight of Denise's skin as it was revealed. "Thank you.... You... are truly lovely. Your skin is soft and tender, yet your muscles are firm beneath it. Your breasts are full and inviting. Your eyes are alive with the vibrance of your life. Those soft dimples in your cheeks invite my lips. Your lips are full and soft. Your cheekbones high and proud like your breasts. Your waist is narrow and the curve is pleasing where it meets your full womanly hips. The cleft before them is like a soft slide down into the land of your pleasure. Your nipples are perky and sensitive. With clear definition of the segments. They invite my lips and I desire to feel them harden under my tongue. Your legs are long and svelt. Shapely like your derrière. Your skin is smooth and unblemished. Not a blemish marks your whole body." Denise said, moving to lay beside her. Cindy half sobbed. "Except where I am branded." she moaned. "That by itself is not a detraction from your beauty. You can choose whatever meaning you wish it to imply. *A* could stand for *Apple* or *Always*. I shall think of it as *alluring*. For that is what you are." Denise said, kissing her softly and caressing her cheek. Cindy suddenly gasped, then smiled. "I shall think of it as standing for *Alvey!*" she said, beaming at Denise. "I am honored. But I do not desire to possess you. Not to own you. I desire to share myself with you as you share yourself with me... as an equal." Denise replied, getting misty eyed. "I know. That is why I desire it to mean that." Cindy said. "Alright then. I will accept that honor on those terms. I feel truly honored by your love." Denise said. Cindy hugged her to her and they kissed sensually. "Come, sit up. Lift one leg and I will lift the same one, then we will be able to sit as close to each other as possible." Denise instructed. Cindy complied and they entwined their legs until their pelvises touched. Then Denise scootched back just a bit. "Now, just look at me, and I shall look at you. Let us make love with our eyes. See the texture of my skin, see how my eye lashes grow, the way my eyebrows are bushy, the way the skin curves from my eyes into my nose. See the texture of my skin, the softness of it. Touch it softly with your eyes. Later we will learn the same with our fingers and lips and tongue. But for now let us drink of each other with our eyes." Denise said, placing her hands one upon hers and one upon Cindy's thigh's. Cindy did the same. They began to just gaze into each others eyes. Examining the others beauty at the edge of their close focus distance. Cindy felt a stiring inside her as she explored Denise's face with her eyes. It was extremely deep and sensual. Denise's green eyes held her gaze like a magnet. At the same time she became aware that Denise was examining her face closely. She felt herself blushing. Her excitement continued to climb. "That's it baby.... make love to me with your eyes." Denise said, softly. Cindy was entranced. Her eyes began to *see* Denise. The softness of her skin. The pores on her nose and under her eyes. On her cheeks. The fullness of her lips. The soft hairs of her upper lip, almost invisible. The odd way that the hair of her eyebrows changed color as they got longer. Around her eyes there was a shiney section of skin, a membrane. In the eyes was feeling..... for her. More feeling than she could ever guess anybody could feel. They told her just how much Denise cared for her. She felt an inner glow growing. A feeling of warmth and love. Her eyes began to tear up again from the overwhelming emotions she began to feel. She felt goose bumps come and go on her arms, legs and back. Suddenly her body convulsed in a mild pleasant orgasm. A soft moan escaped her lips, but her eye's barely drifted from the entrancing scene before her. "Very good my love. Now, just using your fingertips, explore my face. Explore it completely before you move on. Then feel my hair, let it play through your fingers, feel it's softness and bounce. I shall do the same to you. Following your every motion. Let your eyes close, for you are learning another sense." Denise said, closing her eyes. Cindy closed her eyes and lifted her hands. They softly began to touch Denise's face. She felt a little shock pass through her as Denise's fingers found her face and began to mirror her exploration. She quivered inside as she discovered how Denise's face would feel to a blind person. She gently felt across Denise's closed eyelids with one hand as the other explored her nose. Having her actions mirrored exactly so that it felt like she were doing it to herself, but the nerves in her face were just a moment delayed. The delay only served to make her acutely aware of Denise's touch on her skin. Her whole body tingled with delight. Her fingers softly explored around and over Denise's lips. She moaned softly in delight as Denise did the same to her. She found herself kissing at the finger tips and found her action mirrored. The feelings she experienced were almost too much for her. Her body took it's release in the form of another gentle orgasm and she moaned in delight as she felt a warmth in her vagina. This time Denise joined her a moment later. Cindy forced herself to move on, working her fingers over the ears softly and then into Denise's hair. Once again the sensation of delayed touch took her and she felt goosebumps arise on her neck. She shivered a bit as she touched *herself* behind her ears. She was not alone in her shivers. She fully explored Denise's hair down to the ends and back to the roots. "And now my love. Entwine your fingers with mine. Then lean just a bit and let our breasts just touch. Let our nipples make love together. Just barely touching as you move your upper body to explore my breasts with your nipples." Denise said softly, almost whispering. Their palms met and their fingers intertwined. The grip just sufficient to control the movement of their upper bodies. Cindy almost melted from the feel of Denise's hard nipples upon her own. She moaned softly as she moved to use her nipples as fingers to explore Denise's breasts. Her eyes shut and her head tipped back in abandon to the incredible sensations she felt. It provoked a yearning at her vulva. Almost a burning which grew until it engulfed her. A moan arose inside her breast and escaped her lips as another orgasm took her. This time more powerful. Again Denise joined her. Denise was overwhelmed by the depth of feeling that Cindy seemed to be experiencing. She had sought to induce it into her over a period of time, but she was well capable of it herself already. The orgasm induced from eye contact had taken her by surprise. She herself had never felt that deeply from eye contact, but she had always greatly enjoyed it. She certaily was enjoying what the girl was presently doing to her. Her orgasm had awakened other desires in her as well, but she forced herself to stay with her program. "And now let us kiss, touching only our lips. Use your lips as a tool to explore mine. Let them slide around barely touching. Use them like fingers to tug at mine. See how softly you can kiss. Use your lips to feel my upper lip and the corners of my mouth. When you have fully explored my lips, repeat the entire exploration with your tongue as the tool. See how softly you can touch me with it. Use just the tip of it, just the edge of it, just the top of it and just the bottom of it. When I touch yours with mine, I will return the exploration of your mouth with my lips and tongue. Just experience what you feel." Denise said, almost breathlessly. Cindy was reluctant to break the contact with her nipples and hands, but Denise had guided her into area's of passion that she had seldom encountered, even when Andrea was being her gentlest. She followed Denise's instructions, using her hands upon the bed to reference herself as she moved to explore Denise's full, soft, lips with her own. As pleaurable as kissing had always been for her, she had never enjoyed it as much as at that moment. Her breath became heavy in her lungs and her face flushed with her growing desire. Her lips quivered a bit and tears dripped from her eyes. The effect was not lost upon Denise, who's responses roughly matched Cindy's. Denise found Cindy to be a better lover than she had expected. If she had been taught this by Andrea, then Andrea must indeed be something when she wasn't being a bitch. This passed fleetingly through Denise's mind as she was on her way to her third orgasm. She ached to grasp Cindy by the hips and pull her pelvis to hers. But she held to her format for a reason; this was to re-awaken Cindy's self-assertiveness. By mirroring her actions upon herself, Denise was teaching her that you make love *with* someone. It is a joint action, not an isolated event. There was no question that Cindy had understood this at one time. When she started in with her tongue, Denise thought she would melt. Cindy found she was having quite an effect upon Denise, which had quite an effect upon herself. She wanted to please Denise more than anything. She found the fact that she was extremely exciting. She was closing on her fourth orgasm and they hadn't touched each others pubic area's as yet. She continued to explore and learn the feel of Denise's lips and mouth with her tongue until Denise's tongue touched hers, then she assumed a more passive role as Denise gave her a lesson in gentleness. She softly sucked her lips one at a time between hers and caressed them with her own lips. She nibbled softly on the corners of them. She slid them sensually sideways across them. She pressed them full and warm upon hers and then added various combinations of the rest. When her tongue began its explorations, Cindy thought she would explode. She very nearly did as the strong orgasm took her body and gripped it mercilessly. Denise was right with her. The kiss became an exploring joint venture as they moaned and writhed on the bed. Then Denise used it as a tool to slowly cool them down a bit. Softly nibbling at the corners of her lips again, she slid sensually sideways one last time and broke the kiss. "I'm sorry." Cindy gasped, "I couldn't help but get involved just then." "Quite alright. I found it quite enjoyable. You learned what I wished to teach you quite prodigiously." Denise said, breathlessly. "I've never felt like this before.... I didn't know that you could feel an orgasm from eye contact or kissing. I didn't even know that nipples would induce one." Cindy said. "And now we come to the most sensitve tool besides the tongue; The clitoris." Denise said, using her one leg to pull Cindy's hips forward into hers. "This time use your hands around my waist to hold you as you move your clitoris against mine. Try to touch them as softly as possible to start with. Get the feel as you use your hips to circle mine with yours. Look into my eyes as you do it. It will be difficult to keep your eyes open, but try. There is a purpose to this." Denise concluded. Cindy was only to happy to obligue her request. The first touch was almost overwelming. The sight of Denise's lovely green eyes adding spice to the sensation. Cindy did her best to learn all the ways she could move her hips as a tool of exploration. Their breathing rose in unison and soft moans escaped their lips as Cindy guided them to their next body wracking orgasm. When it struck, it was merciless. Their previous orgasms only serving to pump them up to a high pitch of passion. They were still gasping and moving when Denise delivered her final directions. "Now, my love...... Use your.... whole body... as the tool.... of love..... you have learned .... it to be......" she gasped, letting her hands begin to roam and caress Cindy tenderly. Cindy went off like a rocket. Suddenly she was using her nipples against Denise's again. She gazed into her eyes except when she delivered soft sensual kisses. Her fingers played softly over skin, just barely touching it. A tongue slid up behind an ear as fingertips played in Denise's hair gently touching it. All the while her hips were moving in a wandering frenzy as she slid her clitoris at first softly and then passionately driving it into Denise's. They were making love. Total *complete* love. Every part of their bodies became a tool of their passion. Fingers touched and gripped and raked skin. They caressed and probed, they excited. Nipples slid sensually around each other's. Lips like the fingers of the face. The tongue teasing and pleasing as whim directed. They moved together like this through a solid hour, experiencing orgasm after gripping orgasm. Their breath became a gasping wheeze. Their moaning a constant occurance. Tears poured from their eyes in a constant flow. Sweat ran in streams down between them adding its slickness to their motions. It added a salty spiciness to their explorations with their tongues. Finally Denise slowed their pace and began to cool them down. Their frenzied hip movements abaited and became a slow sensual rocking that eventually came to a standstill. They grasped each other in a long satisfying hug as their bodies cooled down. For a long time they just hugged and fought for breath. Denise kissed her one last time, soft and sensually. They each shared a long look of love and then she disengaged herself. "I think, love, that that calls for a little snuggly nap." Denise giggled. Cindy said nothing as she stretched out to join her. They wrapped their arms around each other and reveled in the skin to skin contact. They softly caressed each other toward sleep. "I never knew it could ever be like that.... I love you." Cindy said. "I love you, my darling." Denise replied, softly kissing her. They continued their caresses as they slipped away. ------------------------------------------------------------- "'Whatca doing?" Betty asked June. She had found June sitting in her libary. She just sat in a swivel chair and looked around. Tears pouring from her eyes. "Finding out how big a fool I've been... You've read all these?" June asked, pulling Betty into her lap. "Most all of them. There's a few a haven't studied to my satisfaction. I tend to have favorites that I re-read again and again." Betty said, softly kissing her cheek. "I never knew... I guess I didn't know a lot of things... Why did you ever tolerate me?" June moaned. "I don't know that I was any different. Denise was the first person who ever made love with me. I didn't know that any better than you before she came along." Betty replied. "She is quite a lady, isn't she." June mused. "That she is... as you've turned out to be as well." Betty said, moving to kiss her softly. June moaned slightly through the kiss. Her fingers softly caressed Betty and played in her hair. "Come, my love. Our late breakfast has turned into lunch. But it is ready." Betty said, sliding off her lap. She offered a hand to June who took it. Betty pulled her to her feet. Of course they didn't get far until they had shared another hug and kiss. They had awakened much earlier. June felt a changed woman. The woman in her arms had become a symbol of that transition. After morning greetings of mutual love, they had used the bathroom and then were back in bed again sharing each others bodies. They had done that for most the morning. It was almost noon before Betty volinteered to make her breakfast. They finally made it into the kitchen to consume the fresh biscuits and poached eggs Betty had prepaired. June sat back sipping coffee after the meal, studying Betty as she contemplated something. "What's on your mind, love?" Betty asked. "Denise and Cindy." June replied. "Oh, what about them?" Betty asked. "They're doing more than just talking..... aren't they?" June asked. Betty sighed and nodded. "Yes. It was Cindy's parents idea. Her mother's actually. But her father is aware of it and appoves. Her mother figured out why she tried to kill herself. After she lost Andrea... Well she didn't have many options for love. Andrea and her had been getting together at least once a week to fool around for over a year. After a kid's been through that, on top of how bad it was at times, Well, you don't get over that sort of thing." she said. "Good." June said. Betty looked at her in surprise. "I'm shocked her hear myself say it, too. But I think from the influence that Denise has had upon you, that she's probably exactly what the doctor ordered for Cindy." June said. Betty nodded. "Yes... I have no doubt about that. I also think that somewhere down the road it will involve Andrea too." she said. "How so?" June asked. "Denise cares too much. Andrea is the way she is for a reason. If anybody can find out what that is and help Andrea deal with it, it's Denise. She knows that too. She will risk her career to solve that problem." Betty explained. "Well, as an administrator, I will turn a blind eye as long as I can. If anybody else notices, she's going to burn. I wish the system was different, but it's not. I won't be able to stop it. She'll be real lucky if she ends up as a teacher if that happens." June said. "It may not be that bad. For one thing we lose both Cindy and Andrea to another school next year. Same district of course, but that will help remove it somewhat from you." Betty said. "Don't kid yourself, love. If this blows up then likely we all will burn. But personally I'm in favor of what she's doing. I'm comfortable enough financially now that it wouldn't be a problem for me, so I'll help her as much as I can." June said. Betty leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Then we burn together. I'm not hurting for bucks either, as you know my parents gave me this house. Likely the worst one hit would be Denise, but she *does* have a masters in physics. She could get a job most anyplace if she needed to. Hell, she could easily start a private computer school and still be a teacher." Betty said. "Well, let's hope that it doesn't come to that.... but if it does, I'll sponsor her in that." June said. Betty looked at her a moment. "We both will... but that, my love, just earned you another advanced lesson." she said, offering her hand. June smiled and took it. ------------------------------------------------- Cindy awoke in Denise's arms, again feeling very much different. She wasn't immediately aware of what the difference was. The feeling of waking at Denise's side was very much what she'd like to feel every morning for the rest of her life. She was tempted to hug Denise hard to her, but she still slept peacfully. Peacefull, that was it. Cindy felt peacefull for the first time in a very long time. She had love in her life once more. A better love. A stronger love. A richer love. She still felt pangs whenever she thought of Andrea, but even they were changing. Instead of the burning hatred mixed with desire she normally felt, what Cindy felt for her was pity. For they had at times been good together, but they *could* have been so much more. Andrea would very probably not know what Cindy understood at that moment. She softly lay her hand upon Denise's breast and just let it sit there feeling the warmth of the body beneath it and the texture of the skin. The stimulus was just sufficient enough that Denise smiled before she ever opened her eyes. Then the emerald green pools engulfed Cindy's vision and warmed her heart even further. "I love you." Cindy said, peacfully. Denise smiled broader at her and moved her lips to hers in greeting. They just barely touched Cindy's and her pulse stuttered for a moment. "I love you too. Did you have a nice nap?" Denise asked, stretching and snuggling closer. "It was wonderful... You are a dream come true in my life. I don't know if you know how good it feels waking up next to you." Cindy said, tenderly kissing her cheek. "No, not next to myself, of course. But I know how good it feels waking up next to you... and my other love. The way we feel makes a lot of difference on how *who* we wake up with feels. You must be feeling better if I feel that good to you. I am gladened by that." Denise said, kissing her cheek softly. "I am feeling better. You did that to me. It does not hurt as much.... what *did* you do to me?" Cindy asked. "I think, my love, that you did it to yourself. As to what *I* did; *We* made *love*. As sweet a love as I have ever known. You are a very talented and sensual young woman." Denise said softly. "I wish this never had to end." Cindy said, snuggling to her. "I don't know that it has to. I certainly do not wish it to." Denise said. "Nor do I.... But you have another love.. One that you are missing to be in my arms. As much as I desire to feel like this, I do not wish to keep you from her." Cindy said, a bit sadly. "You are not keeping me from her. She is still with me. I know I shall feel her lips upon mine again. I am not sorry for a second of the time I spend with you. You are as much a dream come true for me as you say I am for you. That is not in place of my other love, but in addition to her." Denise explained, softly drawing her fingers over the young girls breast and abdomen. Cindy quivered a bit inside. "Tell me of her. What's she like?" she asked. "Oh.... lets see. She's strong, emotionally and physically. Her body is sleek. Her proportions are a bit smaller than yours. Her breasts a bit smaller, but her nipples larger and very sensitive and responsive. She is kind, tender and sweet; attentive to my needs and desires. She is well educated, but does not flaunt her learning. She is physically active and healthy. She takes care of her body and mind. She has a somewhat unique physiology in that she has a very large and sensitive clitoris. It makes making love with her a sensual delight. Both in how she uses it to please me and in how she reacts to how I please her. We have not been lovers for long, but have known each other for half a year now. We only became lovers a short while ago, yet the depth of our relationship is such that we know we will always have each other. We are very comfortable now with our love." Denise said, a bit dreamily. 'It's Coach Hart. Isn't it." Cindy said, softly. Denise looked at her a moment. "Yes... How did you know?" she asked, again softly. "Your description just now just confirmed what I already suspected. I've seen her before undressed in the shower at school. But I suspected last night when you were talking to her. And from the way you've been talking about her since you mentioned it. By the way she seems to know what's been going on between Andrea and I. Mom told me she was with you when you came to the hospital at two in the morning. I guess on the surface many people would not picture you two together, but it makes sense to me. You compliment each other. I think you are good for each other. I can certainly see your attraction to her, she is very lovely." Cindy said, kissing her softly on the cheek. "Well, I've broken no confidences confirming your suspicions. She told me last night that she didn't mind you knowing. She thought it only fair as she knew about you and I. Fact is that I've been expecting you to guess.... but not quite this quick. You are a very bright young lady." Denise said, caressing her face with her finger tips. "Thank you... I know I'm also a very screwed up young lady.... But thanks to your tender heart and touch I am getting better. I can only hope you can find room in your life for me after this week. The moments with you have been the most wonderful in my life." Cindy said, snuggling her chin into the nape of Denise's neck. "They've been quite wonderful for me as well... And we certainly aren't done. Not even with the week. This is just the second day, my love. I also know myself enough to know that you will always be a part of my life as long as you desire it. I do not fall in or out of love on a whim. Once a person is in my heart, they are there permanantly. And you are certainly in my heart.... very deeply in my heart." Denise said, kissing her forehead. Cindy hugged her to her for a long time. Denise softly caressed her sides and back as they hugged. "Come, my love. We have some shopping to do. Let's shower and go get it done so that we may return again to this feeling we share at this moment." Denise said, lifting her chin and kissing her deeply. After they showered and dressed, Denise stopped just before they left the townhouse and pulled Cindy into her arms. She hugged her and kissed her passionately. "That was to last us until our return. Outside this door We are teacher and student. Friends at best. I know you know this... so I will not remind you again. The longer we can hide our relationship from the outside world, the longer we can continue it. And I wish to continue it." Denise said, holding her tenderly in her arms. "I do too. You don't need to worry about me... There will be no more little incidents like that one with Andrea. You are too important to me now. I don't ever want to lose you. I love you." Cindy said, hugging her tightly. "As I love you. So let us share one more kiss before we go." Denise said, grinning. Cindy smiled at her and their lips softly met. Denise drove them across town to a large market in a different school district. Most likely anybody who saw them would have assumed them to be older and younger sisters, or possibly mother daughter. But Denise did not appear old enough to be Cindy's mother. On the way and in the store, Denise had Cindy tell her about her food likes and dislikes. What kind of breakfast cerial she prefered, what kind of soup. What types of food she had tried and what she just couldn't stand. (Hot tuna). It turned out that Cindy had a very wide comfort range when it came to taste. Denise added a bunch of specialty items like Falafel mix and Sesame butter for Tahini to go with it. Also Pita bread. The basket was quite full by the time they reached the checkout stand. Cindy enjoyed just being around Denise. Even though they could not touch, they quite enjoyed each others company. On the way back they stopped at a video rental place and got several days worth of movies. As she was a regular customer in the small shop, and they took non-high demand tapes, the owner gave Denise a break on the ten movies they picked out. She didn't have to return them until Saturday and he only charged twenty dollars for the lot of them. "Thanks Ed... That's nice of you." Denise said. "I know you're on a teachers salary... But you hardly ever rent the latest releases. Most the stuff you like sits on the shelf for months without moving anyway. So, this your sister or something?" Ed asked. "A cousin on my mothers side. You might see her with me from time to time. Her folks just moved here and I'm kind of taking her under my wing because she doesn't have many friends here yet." Denise fibbed. "Well that's a fine wing for a 'youngun to be under. Bring her back as often as you like if she likes the stuff you do. You keep the dust off them. Good to see you again, Denise." Ed chuckled. Denise smiled at him as they carted the tapes out. "Fib number one to hide our relationship, 'darlin." Denise mused when they were in the car. "So why did you tell him I was your cousin and not your sister like he suggested?" Cindy asked. "I've talked to him quite a bit before. I think I told him I was an only child and he just didn't remember it. Besides, as a cousin you can come and go from my life -as far as he sees- without attracting undue attention. Sisters are kind of a full time relationship thing where cousins are kind of distant." Denise replied. "Yeah, I can see that. That's why I never much cared for lying. It gets too complicated knowing who you told what. Not that I see any harm in what you told him. There is no way that it could possibly do damage to him. The fib actually did less damage than a flat *none of your business* would have. So you are an only child, like me?" Cindy asked. "Yes.. much like you. You remind me much of myself when I was younger. Very impressionable and trusting. Not that that's a bad thing to be... But sometimes people like us end up paying for that by getting hurt. I'd rather be like I am and pay the price for it than not to feel what I do." Denise said. "You said you got hurt once... I mean you implied that from what you said about the counselor you recomended." Cindy said. "Jenny... Yeah, she's a sweetheart. She really helped me out once when I was in a bad way. Very similar to your situation with Andrea, only not as drastic. Mostly I was just fixated on her. I was pretty torn up when I learned I was just a relationship of convienience for her while she was at school. In my junior year in college I had a slim Jewish girl by the name of Janice for a roomate. At first I didn't even notice how she looked at me or that she watched me undress or dress. By the time I noticed, we were already pretty good friends. I didn't want to lose her friendship. I was willing to try something new to me in order to keep her. She made her move on a long weekend before spring break. She was helped out by the two cold cases of beer that we had split. I think I got the better half of them looking back at it. She gave me my first orgasm. After that I was hooked. She was a very talented lover. She got me hooked a lot harder. She never refered to me as her slave like Andrea did you, but I was. God, we made love night and day whenever we weren't studying. Sometimes she'd even interupt my studying to have me make love to her. I didn't care, I would have done anything for her. I almost lost my GPA as a result of that, if it hadn't been for some understanding professors who let me drop their courses and take them again, I would have. Then it was the end of the year. Janice was a senior. She graduated, then just left me cold." Denise said, looking distant. "It doesn't sound that much like Andrea and I actually. It sounds more like she just used you and left." Cindy said. "From what I just told you, yes, I imagine it does. Janice was into bondage... specifically, mine. She used to torture me... Not with anything that left physical scars, but I have enough mental ones to compensate for that. The day before she graduated she left me tied up on the bed, tape over my mouth. She left me that way overnight. I wet myself and had to lay in it. After she collected her diploma she came back and got her things, there wasn't much, really. She packed her car up and then came back. She kissed one of my nipples... then patted my ass and said: 'See ya, it's been fun.', then she just left.... leaving me tied up like that. It was three days before I could get anyone's attention. Our room was kind of separated from the rest of the dorm. I don't know what it had been originally. But nobody could hear me moaning through my nose. Then nobody paid any attention to the bed creaking from my struggles. I was just lucky that someone came by to ask if they could borrow an iron. She almost went away after she knocked, thinking my moans and the bed creaks were something else... but then she caught the smell. See Janice's last action before she left was to put a little piece of chocolate in my mouth. It was a laxative. A very effective one. I lay in my own excrement for a total of four days. Three in my own shit." Denise said, her eyes glassy, but not tearing. Cindy's eyes were full of tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." she cried. "No, of course not, how could you. ... I only tell you because I want you to be aware that I really do understand. That is why I connected you with Jenny. She helped me put my life back together after that. After they got me cleaned up and extracted as much of the story as I was going to tell them, the police asked me if I wanted to file charges against Janice. I couldn't see any point in it. She was gone. That was good enough. Charges would have just further messed up my life. I just told them it was a prank. That Janice had expected me to be found right away. But it wasn't just a simple prank. She meant for me to be found like that. It was her way of saying goodbye. She never had to worry again about calling me or writing to me or having me follow her wherever she went... which I probably would have up to that moment. It took Jenny to help me see all that. She helped me get my life back. She helped me feel good about me again." Denise told her. Cindy was still stunned. While Andrea's assault upon her had been frightening and even terrifying at moments, it was not like being tied up alone for four days. The longest Cindy had been alone durring that weekend was about forty minutes, which was bad enough. "That's why you came all unglued at Andrea that day in your office... You'd already been through what I was going through before, and you recognized it?" Cindy asked. "In a nutshell. Yup. God, I wanted to rip Andrea's tits off when I saw that tattoo on you. I barely stopped myself from coming out and decking her. But that would have been bad all around." Denise said, remembering. "Well you surprised the shit out of her. She didn't expect you to act that way at all. She thought you would be enticed by my subservience to her. She told me that she would have you for her love slave. I think she really believed it too." Cindy said. "At one time in my life, she may have been correct about that. She's not an unattractive young woman... as you well know. It's just that I will never be a slave to anyone's heart but my own from now on. That's a fairly easy statement for me to make... and mean. People who really love you don't do things like that to you. That sort of thing means that whatever they may feel for you, it's not love. You are just part of whatever game they happen to be playing. ..... Tell me about Andrea's home life. What's her family like?" Denise asked, almost out of the blue. "Oh... Lets see. They aren't particularly close. Her father is pretty preoccupied making money for Andrea and her mother to spend. That seems to be her mother's big deal. Shopping. She believes *a woman's place is in the mall*. Both of them are pretty oblivious of Andrea. They basically let her run free and do as she pleases, but she has them pretty well snowed I think. The only other person in the family is her older brother Bobby. But he's not much of an influence on anybody. He hasn't spoken one word to anybody since he got back from the war in Viet Nam." Cindy said. Denise perked up her head. "Really?.... Tell me all you know about him." she asked. "Not much really. I guess he was a POW or something there. Since he came home he just hasn't spoken. He's kind of an odd one besides that. He has a very strict schedule he keeps everyday. He's fanatical about it. You could set your watch by it. He works out and runs in the morning, uses the bathroom and showers then watches TV until *exactly* seven-thrity-two. The he eats the very same breakfast everyday, which he makes for himself. Just a couple of slices of toast and a bowl of oatmeal and one cup of coffee. Then he meditates for an hour in front of this little stone pillar he built in their back yard. He never misses, no matter what the weather, then he comes in and watches TV till lunch. He really gets variety there, he alternates between peanut butter and tuna fish on whole wheat every other day. And half a cup of cream of mushroom soup. Then he goes back and watches TV again all afternoon till he goes out and runs again at five- thirty. About six in the evening, he limbers up and then does this funny slow bird dance in the back yard for almost an hour. Also rain or shine or blizzard. Then he comes in, showers, shaves and dresses. He sits down at the table at exactly the same time everynight. If his dinner isn't in front of him that instant, he gets up and makes himself a salad. If it is then he will eat what the family is, but it has to be in his spot before he sits down or he will push it aside and make his salad. After dinner he watches TV in his room till nine and then does more exercise, showers and goes to bed. He does that same routine every day except for Saturday and Sunday, then he reads instead of watching TV. But he reads just whatever they put out for him to read." Cindy explained. "Any preference at all on what he reads?" Denise asked. "Nobody knows. He does not talk at all. I mean *never*. Not to friends, not to family, not to doctors not to anybody. The only response anybody has been able to get out of him at all, is if you stand in his way, he will usually go around you. If you try to hold him.... he either just stands there until you let him go, or he throws you across the room using his bird dance stuff." Cindy said. "Oh... Tai Chi? The bird dance stuff I mean." Denise asked. "That sounds familiar. I think Andrea may have called it that once, yeah." Cindy said. "It's a type of marshal art, like karate or judo. It uses motions inspired by Cranes. Bird dance is probably very descriptive of it. ....... But I find the whole subject of Bobby facinating. He's got clear symptoms of living a fanatical existence. But not everything fits. One, eating with the family at night. Whether he talks or not. Does he move his eyes around a lot?" Denise asked. "I haven't been around him that much, but lets see... sometimes. When he moves from one activity to another it's like he's taking inventory all around him. But if he's watching TV all he does is blink every now and then." Cindy said. "Uh-huh.... What about when he reads. Have you seen him then?" Denise asked. "Yeah, once. He's kind of in his own little world. He seems to be intensely facinated by what he's reading, even just romance novels." Cindy said. "Romance novels?" Denise asked. "Appearantly they've tried giving him just about everything to read. All they have to do is set it on his dresser. He'll read it the next weekend. If he doesn't finish it, then he will read it again the next weekend, but not during the week. They gave him a book about the war there once, kind of like the one you recomended to me -come to think of it. Appearantly he read it with tears running from his eyes, but showed no other reaction to it. That's about all I know about him... Andrea says that she doesn't even like him... but I don't know if that's so. I think she cares a lot for him but just doesn't know how to show it with the way he is." Cindy said. "Yes... the plot sickens. Most interesting indeed.... he's in good physical shape?" Denise asked. "Hard as a rock. If he wasn't so weird, he'd be a real hunk." Cindy replied. "What about his hair?" Denise asked. "What about it?" Cindy asked. "Short, long? Who cuts it? Is it clean, is it kept combed?" Denise asked. "Short, too short to have to comb. I don't know who cuts it. I guess he does, cause nobody interferes with his schedule." Cindy said. "And he never talks, never says a word?" Denise asked, facinated. "No never." Cindy replied. "What about when he coughs or sneezes. Does he cover his mouth or nose?" Denise asked. "Gosh... let me think....... Yeah, back last fall when everybody had that ugly flu. I happened to stop by Andrea's place. He was sick. Coughing and sneezing just like everybody else, but he used his handkerchief..... is that important?" Cindy asked. "Yes, very. He sound's like he's manic, but there are too many variances. Definately schizophrenic though, with all the fervor of a religious fanatic. He's most probably *very* dangerous. But perhaps not excessively so if left to his little rituals. I'm more interested in any departures he may have made from the behavior than the particular routines." Denise replied. "Why? ... I don't understand your interest in him. Is it just curiosity, or have you a specific reason for being interested in him?" Cindy asked. They happened to arrive back at Denise's just then. She continued the conversation was they unloaded the car and carried things in. "*You* are my interest in Bobby Billings. More specifically, your treatment at the hands of Andrea. Something *made* Andrea the way she is. Something very serious. And you may have just given me the key to what it was." Denise said. "You think she did something to Bobby?" Cindy asked. Denise giggled. "Not hardly, the other way around." she said. Cindy suddenly stopped where she was a moment, her eyes wide in shock. "What? Think of something in particular?" Denise asked. "No... I don't think so.... I just realized what you were referring to. You think that maybe Bobby did something to her. Maybe something sexual?" Cindy asked. "I don't know... but it's the first possibility that's presented itself to me. Did her folks ever go out of town and leave you two alone?" Denise asked. "Yeah, as much good as it did us. Andrea always seemed to have some other plans for then." Cindy said. Denise nodded to herself and grinned suddenly. "What?" Cindy asked. "Huh? Oh nothing. I was just thinking and something fell into place...... Think about this; About three years ago something very traumatic happened to Andrea. Since then she became domineering and partially sadistic. She also became quite fanatical. She used classic mind control and brain wash techniques on you which she *learned* somewhere. She didn't just invent them or rediscover them herself. Now you said that specifically Bobby read a book much like the one I recomended to you. That it was one of the very few things that showed any effect upon him at all. He was a POW under a very brutal organization. The Viet Cong were well known for the torture they performed on POW's. Odds are that he was tortured quite badly." Denise said. "He was. I saw him take off his shirt on the way to the shower one morning when I was there to meet Andrea to walk to school with her. He had scars on his chest, legs and back. It looked like he was bound in barbed wire or something." Cindy said. Denise nodded. "Okay, so the deal about abuse like that, is that if it doesn't get treated right, it may well get passed on. Like child abuse. There's a strong link that quite often child abusers were abused themselves as children. Now Bobby's behavior is indicative of an extreme case of trauma.... where he was treated as a slave by his captors. Now, Andrea's behavior is indicative of an extreme case of trauma. She has a dominance thing. She treated you as a slave. Do you see the connection?" Denise asked. Cindy nodded. "Yes... You're saying that maybe Bobby tortured Andrea?" she asked, horrified over the concept. "It sounds like a good possibility. Possibly even raped her. I'm only speculating of course, but it certainly would explain a lot." Denise said, locking up the car as they carried the last load inside. "Yes... it certainly would...." Cindy said, quietly. "Occams Razor." Denise said. "What's that?" Cindy asked. "It's a way of thinking. It simply says; The simplest explanation that fits all the facts is probably the solution. Not always, but in the majority of the time it will be true." Denise said. "I'll buy that. In principle at least. I realize that there will be exceptions to that... as there are to all rules." Cindy replied. Denise set her things on the kitchen table and as soon as Cindy did, she swept her into her arms. "We are now alone again. And *I* am more *impressed* with you all the time." she said, just before she kissed her. Cindy kissed back hungrily. Their time outside keeping their passions in check had only served to make them both blatantly aware of them. Now they flaired like gasoline on a fire. They stalled just long enough to get the perishables into the refridgerator before they were back nude in the bedroom. Cindy suddenly became the agressor this time as she pushed Denise back onto the bed and crawled over her. Their pelvises merged and ground together as they kissed deeply and felt each other's breasts. Later Cindy showed her the extent of her skill as she pleased Denise orally. Then they reversed and Denise did the same to her. Eventually they made it back to the kitchen again to put the rest of the groceries away. Cindy volinteered to cook and Denise sat back lovingly observing her shapely form as she moved about the kitchen. "My, my. What a spunky little darling you turned out to be." Denise mused. "If I may just remind you that it was you who started that last one." Cindy giggled. "Yes, and you ended it with style. I certainly wasn't complaining. Just noting what a wonderfully pleasant surprise it was." Denise replied. "So what did you think I would be like?" Cindy asked. "I did not have a clue. But perhaps my subconscious expected less talent from one your age. Talent usually comes from much practice, and thus age. But you, my dear, are an incredibly fast learner... Not that I taught you all that. You definately brought a bunch of talent into this relationship." Denise replied. "Thank you... I quite enjoy the things you have shown me. As far as practice; Andrea and I may not have gotten together very often as we were limited by opportunities... but when we did she was a demanding lover.... Very demanding. On some of the other weekends at her cabin we would do it night and day, barely getting out of bed to eat. We were either sleeping or making love... and we didn't get much sleep." Cindy giggled. "You sound much more comfortable talking about that now." Denise noticed. Cindy was reflectfull for a moment. "I guess I am. I guess the biggest reason is that I know I have *you* now.. I still love her... I guess I always will... But I could never trust her again. As you could never trust your Janice again. I grieve for the loss of the tender moments we shared. There were many very special moments. But they got fewer and farther between. A part of me was already *trying* to rebel against her. You gave me the tools to do that when you gave me that book. ... and when you took off your glasses and looked at me with those *outstanding* green eyes. I remember that night I had trouble falling asleep because I was haunted by those eyes of yours." she said. "Thank you. I'm quite fond of those lovely brown eyes of yours myself." Denise said. "Thank you... but you are being kind. I'm used to people saying that they are that color because I'm so full of shit." Cindy giggled. "They can see or say anything they wish. But that is *not* what *I* see. I see two almost bottomless pools. I look into your eyes and I start to sink. I could spend years just blissfully looking into your eyes." Denise said. Cindy stopped what she was doing and moved over to kiss Denise passionately. Denise's hands slid inside Cindy's robe. She giggled but did not pull away, instead her fingers slid inside Denise's and found her sensitive nipples too. "That needs to simmer for a bit. We can turn it on low and it should be just about right." Cindy said, softly, once they broke for a moment. Denise nodded. She gave Cindy just enough of a detour to reach the stove on the way back to the bedroom. Their kisses stayed passionate as they fell together onto the bed. This time Denise guided Cindy's hips up over her face. Her hands traced up over her abdomen and breasts as her tongue searched and found Cindy's most sensitive spots. She was almost drunk on the young woman's juices. Cindy reversed herself and leaned over to repay the favor with interest. The dinner was just about right when they finally returned to it. "I guess I'd better call Betty to see how she's doing." Denise said, over dinner. "How long have her and June been seeing each other?" Cindy asked. Denise looked at her a moment and then chuckled. "Your conversation last night. You mentioned her by name." Cindy explained. "Well, that, my love, is something you *weren't* suppossed to know. Bad form you know, letting a student know of the private life of the principal.of her school. Not that you aren't trustworthy." Denise said. "I knew about *that* one a long time ago. I've heard rumours about FP and CH since I first arrived there." Cindy giggled. "FP?" Denise asked. "Her nickname when there are no teachers around. A play on her last name. They call her *Fishy Pus*. *FP* for short." Cindy said. "And what do *they* call me? Or do I want to know?" Denise asked. "Sure.. it's not bad. Some of the guys call you *Dennis Envy*. Which I guess would be a play on your name based on *Penis Envy*, which I don't think you have. Most the other guys call you and Coach Hart *Fox-one* and *Fox-two*, cause you are both so cute. Some of the girls distort your last name into Algae. But most all of them call you Miss Alvey. You are pretty well liked around school. Both by the students and the other teachers." Cindy said. "Teachers? That kind of surprises me." Denise said. "They respect you. You handle the two toughest classes in gym and manage to keep order and coherency to them. More than a few of them have noticed that. You don't take any shit from any of the students. But you deal with them fairly and honestly. If someone gets in trouble with you, then they deserve it." Cindy said. "You didn't." Denise said, softly. "Yes, I did. Me feeling Andrea's ass in the locker room was out of line. Even for us. So was our little skin show over the next week. That was Andrea's idea, obviously, but fact is that I quite enjoyed it. God, I got so hot over what I was doing I'd finger myself to sleep every night thinking about it... and you. It still makes me hot thinking about it right now." Cindy said, chuckling. "So I guess I'd better make my call so we can get back to bed." Denise chuckled, picking up the phone. "Do you object to Coach Hart getting into your locker tomorrow and bringing your books here?" she asked, dialing. Cindy shrugged her okay. "What's your locker number and combo?" Denise asked, passing her a pad of paper and a pen from by her phone. "233, 13-21-34" Cindy said, writing. "How the hell do you ever remember that?" Denise asked, waiting for Betty's answer. "They're *Fibonachi* numbers, all of them." Cindy giggled, "If I can remember any of them, then I can find and open my locker." "No shit." Denise said, looking at the numbers. Quite simply, Fibonachi numbers are numbers made up by adding the first two before them. So you get the series: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, 144, 233, 377, 610, 987... which goes on as long as you care to add the numbers up. There are a lot of things in nature that show the Fibonachi number series. The expansion chararacteristic of a Nautilus sea shell, the way branches grow on plants. The rings on a pinaple. The way the rows of seeds grow on sunflowers. There is also a frame in the art world known as the magic rectangle which has Fibonachi numbers as a ratio for it's sides. Objects positoned on a diagonal line drawn corner to corner will appear pleasing to the eye. As a physics major, Denise knew about Fibonachi numbers. She was just surprised that Cindy did. "Hello." Betty answered. "Hello, love. Hope I'm not disturbing anything important. "No... going to have to get that cordless for the hot tub though." Betty chuckled. "I'm sorry to pull you out of it. I just called to check in and tell you that I love you." Denise said. "No problem. I was about ready to get out anyway. So how goes the project?" Betty asked. "She's sitting right here flashing me hungry looks and giving me math lessons. Old Sherlock Crowther figured out who both you *and* June were today. She heard us talking last night... or my side of it. I mentioned June's name once." Denise said. "Well.. I don't mind her knowing about me. I told you that. June is a different thing though." Betty said. "So I told her. She'll be cool though." Denise chuckled. "Yeah, I believe that. So you didn't answer. How goes the project?" Betty asked. "Excellent. She's turning out as hungry as I am. Which means that neither of us is getting much done including eating. We haven't missed a meal yet, but they are getting farther between." Denise said. Cindy was feeling playful. She untied her robe slowly and let it fall open. Then she teased her fingers over her nipples as she looked Denise in the eyes. Denise flushed and gulped a bit. "Good. Glad to hear she's coming along so well.... No return bouts of phobias?" Betty asked. "Not for the moment, no." Denise said, her eyes riveted to Cindy's body, "Could you do me a few favors tomorrow?" she asked, huskily. "Sure. What do you need?" Betty asked. "Got a piece of paper and a pencil handy." Denise asked. "Uh..... okay, shoot." Betty said. "Okay, seeing as how I won't be there all week. I need you to do something about my computer. If you want to practice on it, then push control-shift-s from my main utility menu. That will shut down my automatics. If you don't want to use it, then just shut it off. Okay?" Denise asked, hoping that Betty would understand. "Oh... yeah. Like to have a little disk space left, huh. You might miss some pretty good shots." Betty giggled. Denise almost choked as she broke out laughing. Cindy was now playing her fingers between her legs. Teasing Denise and making it hard for her to think. "I don't think I'll have any shortage of them around here anyway... she's teasing me at this moment. Now...the other thing I'd like to ask is that you please check on Cindy's schedule and then with her teachers about the lessons they will be covering next week. Her locker is 233, combo is 13- 21-34. Which she informs me are all *Fibonachi* numbers. That's the math lesson she was giving me. If you could get her books for her classes and drop them off then I'd be greatful." Denise asked. Cindy slowly moved her fingers back up and smeared them around her nipples. All the while looking Denise straight in the eyes. "233, 13-21-34?" Betty asked. "Correct. ." Denise said, flushing with desire. She motioned to Cindy. "Sure, be glad to. Glad to hear it's working out so well for you both. It works in nicely with me. June's turned downright cuddly the past two days. I fear she's laying for you next." Betty chuckled. "Yes, well you both better do a CYA if this one ever sets her sights on you..... Oh my.... I'd better go... I love you." Denise said. Cindy had one leg up on her chair and was moving in closer by the moment. "I love you too, darling. See you tomorrow afternoon. Sweet dreams." Betty said "Count on it. Sweet dreams to you too. Bye." Denise said. "Bye." Betty said a moment before the connection broke. Denise set the phone down and her hands slid around inside Cindy's robe to cup her ass. She used it as a handle to pull her hips forward into her lips as that's where they were heading anyway. It was going to be a long eventfull week. ----------------------------------------- "Is there anything at all that I can do or get for you? I desire to please you, my lord and master." Andrea said to Bobby. "Yes. Books all about computers for me to read. I think it's time I came into this decade. And try to get Mom and Dad to buy the family one. Maybe if they see me reading the computer books, that they will get one for me alone. Get dad to sign you up for Internet access. That's access to a world of information. Then I want more Science Fiction in my other reading books. I can't stand that romance novel crap that Mom's been leaving me." Bobby replied. "Yes, my lord. All this shall be done. But how will your playing on a computer fit in with your projected image and mannerisms?" Andrea asked. "Just like poking a remote on a TV. Clicking a mouse on an Internet location takes about the same energy. But have them get a track-ball instead of a mouse." Bobby replied. "Yes, my lord. Anything else?" Andrea asked, almost pleading. Bobby looked at her and smiled. Andrea melted inside in anticipation. "Yes, you may kiss me. Then sit in that chair before me and please yourself six times while looking at me. You may then stimulate me orally and impale yourself. I desire you to keep your eyes open and looking at me while you climax. Now kiss me." he told her. "Yes my lord." Andrea said, dreamily moving to him. Happy once more. Chapter Nine "What'cha 'doin?" Cindy asked, bringing Denise a cup of coffee as she sat at her computer. It was late Sunday night. They had made love twice more since the phone call. Cindy softly leaned her arms on Denise's shoulders and looked over her shoulder, getting distracted by her neck, which she kissed softly. Denise moaned softly, then giggled a bit. Her head turned and she met Cindy's lips with her own. "Mmm Thanks for the coffee. Just a little research on what we were talking about earlier. You know, Bobby Billings. Pull up a chair. I'll show you what computers are for." she said, afterwards. "Back in a sec. I've got toast on. You want some?" Cindy asked, slipping out. "No thank you love. I got my fill of what I wanted a little while ago." Denise chuckled. "Yes, well in doing so you caused me to work up another appetite." Cindy said, when she returned with a saucer of toast and her own cup of coffee. She slid her chair up close to Denise's as she sipped at her coffee. "Okay, show me what computers are for." Cindy said, munching on her toast. "Okay, lets see what we have speculated about so far, can tell us. We know that Andrea changed sometime early in her seventh grade school year. Now I just happen to have some student history files here, including attendance records for all my students. Andrea being one of them. So we put in that CD........ Okay, open up that record.... Well, looky here. She missed a *whole week* there in the second week of October. Okay, copy that to my scratch pad. Now.... Copy parents name off the record into the scratch pad too. In fact I want to start a folder on Andrea. So I want to copy her entire record off the CD onto my hard drive. Like so.... Done." Denise explained as she did it. "Okay, we know she missed a week in October in her seventh grade year, so what? She could have missed it for any reason." Cindy said. "Patience, my love. That is just the first clue to our trail. And a good one. A whole week out of school is unusual enough to warrant further investigation..... Okay, what does the absense itself tell us.... Let's see.... That's odd." Denise said, looking at a note. "What?" Cindy asked. "It says her father called on that Monday to say she would be out for the week." Denise said. "Why is that odd?" Cindy asked. "Usually when someone is going to miss school. They either tell you about it several days or even a week ahead, or bring you an excuse when they return. Hardly ever do they tell you the day of the absence... and parents usually don't call. They send notes after the fact or before, like I said. So that's a suspicious contact anyway." Denise said, distracted. "But that was three years ago.... How could you learn anything about it even if you knew that something definately happened there?" Cindy asked, sipping her coffee. "For that we need a data service. I just happen to have an account with a good one." Denise said, making a phone connection to the Internet. Her modem beeped, boobed, twanged and twittered as connection was made. Her program logged her in automatically. She selected a Book mark from her register and within minutes was connected to her data service. Using a second password and log in to get past a "*firewall*". The little data encryption key lit up on her screen. Her communication was fairly secure from eavesdropping. "Okay, Search using the names from my scratchpad, for period... lets make it September to November to cover the range.... and search in travel and accomodation data...." Denise said, starting the search. She turned to Cindy and kissed her, cleaning some crumbs off her lip in the proscess. "You sure are cute." she said, going for another kiss. "Mmm What are you doing, I thought you were searching?" Cindy giggled, but not fighting it. "I am searching...." Denise said, doing it. "Yes, my mouth." Cindy giggled, as Denise pulled back. "The data service is searching. I'm spending time constructively while it does so. It will ding when it's done." Denise said. "In that case come here." Cindy said, pulling her head back to hers. Unfortunately the computer dinged in the middle of the kiss. "Damn efficiency. I was just getting warmed up." Denise mused, turning to the screen. "*You* were!" Cindy said, rolling her eyes and gasping a bit. "Patience, my love. By my count we've made love about fourteen times in the past thirty hours. I'm so bombed on endorphins I can hardly talk." Denise giggled. "*Patience my ass, I'm gonna kill something.*" Cindy joked, using the old buzzard punchline. "What are endorphins?" she asked a moment later. "Natural opiates that the brain produces and releases to reward you for what it feels is positive behavior. The warm *listfull* feeling after sex or a hard workout is the result of them." Denise replied, looking at what her search had retrieved. "Opiates? You mean like opium?" Cindy asked. "Yes, opium, morphine and heroin. Just like them, chemically." Denise replied. "Oh... Maybe I'm just a love junkie!" Cindy chuckled. "Yes, you and me both. This is interesting. Seems that a Mr. and Mrs. John Billings traveled first class to Cincinatti on American Airlines just two days before Andrea was absent for the week. They returned the following Monday. They stayed at the Rockmore Hotel in room S705, probably a suite on the seventh floor. They ate at the hotel three times, not cheap. So this confirms that Andrea's father did not call in for her, that she was not with them and that they left her here." Denise said, storing the data in the folder she had created. "No shit? You found out all that?" Cindy asked, amazed. "Who cares about old hotel and airline records? The companies sell their old records to data services like this. Mostly they get used for specialized mailing lists. Somebody flys a lot, you send them advertising for luggage. Same holds true of people who stay at hotels a lot. I could probably find out what they were doing there if we needed that information." Denise explained. "So how much did it cost you to access that kind of data?" Cindy asked. "I pay a flat fee of a hundred and fifty dollars a year to access this particular database." Denise replied. "And how much for the connection?" Cindy asked. "About twenty a month." Denise replied. "So for under four hundred dollars a year you can look into anybody's life you want?" Cindy asked, shocked at the concept. "Pretty much. Yes." Denise replied, thoughtfully. "And this is legal?" Cindy asked. "Yup. Especially stuff deemed to be in the public record. Like a drivers license. You'd have a harder time finding out about such things as credit card numbers and such. But that's available for a price too if you needed it. That part isn't really legal, but it's available." Denise said. "Big Brother stuff." Cindy mused. "You've read George Orwell's *1984*?" Denise asked, surprised. "Yeah, it's required reading at school. I didn't really understand a lot of it. He kind of missed on some of the dates and totally missed the concept of *The Pill*." Cindy replied. "Considering that was written a long time ago, he did pretty good. I'm just impressed that you've read it." Denise said, logging off. "I *am* a pretty impressive person, you know." Cindy giggled. "Yes you are.... now where were we?" Denise asked, turning to her. "I think we were just about to put in one of those sappy old movies you like so much, put on some popcorn and snuggle and kiss a lot while we watch it." Cindy said, moving to do the kissing part. "My... you *are* a very impressive person. Psychic too." Denise giggled. She shut down her monitor and they did much as Cindy had predicted. It was much later by the time they snuggled back together nude in each others arms and caressed each other to sleep. -------------------------------------------------- "I miss you so much when I can't make love with you." Andrea said to Bobby. "I know, Baby. I miss you too. But this is the way it has to be.... for now." he said, softly drawing his fingers over her breast. "I know.... God I love your touch...... You make me want you again, even though we just did it." she said, kissing his neck softly. "Well, see what you can do." he grinned at her. Andrea grinned back and moved her head down to softly suck his manhood between her lips. With all the practice she'd had with him, she easily sucked him right down into her throat. Then she made swallowing motions. The effect was like having her throat suck on him. Despite their copius earlier activity, Bobby began to grow. He moaned softly as she skillfully worked him back into readiness, and then some. "Nice work, sis. Have at." Bobby chuckled. Andrea moved herself over his hips as she had the first time. She positioned him against her opening and began to lower herself. She was still as tight as ever. Bobby was the only man she'd ever had. They made love seldom enough that she never remained stretched out. Even with all her little toys, which she used on herself quite often. She savored the feeling once more as she lowered herself completely until he seated on her cervix. She clenched her internal muscles and drew him up tight into her. "My... A new trick?" Bobby asked, groaning. "Yes... I've been practicing it for you." Andrea moaned back. "Keep practicing. It feels great." he moaned, reaching up to tease her breasts. . Andrea grinned at him and bent to kiss him, the action pulling harder upon him as she still clenched her insides. He was long enough that she stayed in this position. She began to rock her hips downwards and back. Slowly at first until she picked up enough of her internal juices as lubricant. Then she picked up speed and lengthened her stroke. She did her best to continue kissing him until her motion became too wild. Then she sat back up and began her favorite hip movements. Adding her internal muscle trick. She played with it and found it had the best effect when she clenched as she lifted. Part of her tried to hold him in as she lifted herself. Bobby groaned with delight. It felt to him like her throat had when she was prepairing him. He pulled some pillows up behind him as he sat up a bit. This allowed him to reach around her. He knew where her gear shift was. When his fingers began to tease her anus Andrea groaned deeply and suddenly threw her hips into high gear. "Oh *god!* I love fucking you!" she gasped, bouncing away wildly on his hips. Her hands were squeezing and playing with her breasts, teasing the nipples with her thumbs as she moved. Bobby took his other hand and caressed down her abdomen until he could get his thumb onto her clitoris. "Oh yeah! Just like that!" she gasped, increasing the length and speed of her bucks. She was working herself too close to the edge, too fast. "This may be our last time for a while. Let's make it last." Bobby groaned, grabbing her hips suddenly and pulling her down hard onto him. Having him suddenly driven up hard against her cervix triggered Andrea's first orgasm. She screamed as the massive contraction gripped her body. Bobby pulled her down to him and kissed her passionately as he began to stroke long and deep into her. Pulling out almost all the way, then driving back until he struck her cervix. Each time she gasped and her body quivered. Having the lithe fifteen year old upon him was the greatest feeling he had ever known. He played with her breasts as he continued to kiss her deeply. Andrea loved it when he did it like this. She loved every way he did it, but mostly like this. Each stroke seemed to touch her soul. Her body and mind were awash in pleasure. Her passion as great as she had ever known it. She climaxed again, but he held her into the kiss. Her deep groan heard only through her nose. Bobby caressed her back tenderly, running his fingers all the way down onto her ass. Again he began to tease her behind. Again she groaned and quvered atop him. He could feel it upon his manhood each time she climaxed. She would suddenly grip him like a vice. Bobby reached into the night stand and brought out a vibrator they had used often that weekend. She liked it. He didn't bother with lubricaton. She liked it best without. It was more painful going in, but she had come to like that a bit as well. He moved it around behind her and began to tease her anus with it. Andrea picked up his clue. He held it firm as she began to tease herself. Rocking back into the phalus until it hurt and then rocking forward a bit again. Each time she felt Bobby stroke into her. Each time she worked the vibrator deeper inside herself. He still kissed her. They played tag with their tongues and she raked his sides with her fingernails. Bobby responded by pushing the vibrator in deeper on her next stroke. She gasped in pain and pleasure as she drove her hips back to drive it all the way into her. Her body began convulsing in orgasm and didn't stop. He switched on the vibrator and she went wild. She sat up upon him. The vibrator long enough to seat on the bed next to his testicles. He gripped it with his legs. The result was a double stroke inside Andrea each time she moved, which was often. Bobby again began to rub her clitoris. She hardly breathed on top of him, each breath more a gasp and each exhale a ragged moan of pleasure. His other hand teased her nipples. Suddenly Andrea added her new trick to the chorus and they were off to the races again. Andrea was going wild. Her breath a gasping moan in her chest. Sweat poured down her face and body in rivlets. Her hair now damp with it. She showed no signs of slowing, rather began to pick up speed. Her body convulsing at random now. Feeling both Bobby and the vibrator driving up into her body. His fingers on her clitoris and breasts. Suddenly as from a great distance she felt the wave building up inside her. This was to be like no orgasm she has felt before. It seemed to build from her toes and the ends of her hair that was being wildly thrown about as it followed her head whipping from side to side. Her fingers now tracing over his chest, digging into him as the wave built. Inside her lungs a deep low growing moan started. It raised in pitch as it rose. The full force of the wave struck as it passed her lips and shattered the night with her gutteral scream. She felt Bobby erupt into her as her whole body was gripped like a toy doll in a giants grasp. Inside her head seemed to explode. It felt as if something broke inside of her abdomen and she suddenly felt very warm. Out on her extremnities goose bumps arose and migrated inwards. Soon they covered her whole body. Her breath was gone and she gapped like a fish out of water. Her body had forgotten how to breathe for the moment. It was like a slow motion fall forward atop Bobby. Like a giant redwood falling in the forest. Andrea was gone. Bobby was concerned about her. She hadn't gasped yet. Her body had suddenly clenched up and haddn't unclenched. Yet she appeared to be out cold. He grasped her head and breathed into her mouth. Suddenly it was like the life was being sucked out of him as she screamed in reverse and her whole body shivered and quaked atop him. Their lips broke and she was gasping hard, again and again. Sobbing cries escaped her lips between the gasps. This continued for quite some time, several minutes at least. Then suddenly her whole body seemed to tense and quiver as she had a sort of grand mal seizure. Then she was suddenly calm. Her breathing slowed and became less ragged. Bobby reached behind her and slowly pulled the vibrator out. She hardly seemed to notice. Andrea floated in a hazy white fog of limbo. She was aware of Bobby's actions, but unable to respond to them. She felt drunk and more alive than she'd ever felt all at the same moment. She seemed to float as light as a feather. Somehow the pleasure grew and she became aware that Bobby was softly caressing her body and kissing her face tenderly. "I .... " she attempted and failed, her consciousness fading. "I know, I love you too." came Bobby's words, returning her thoughts. Then she was out. -------------------------------------------------- June and Betty were the awake as the alarm sounded to remind them that they had to go to work. June was reluctant to leave the warm security of Betty's arms. A security that she had never known before. They clung to each other and kissed softly as long as they dared, then shared a quick shower together before they hastily dressed. June had made a trip home durring the weekend to grab some things so she could go straight to work from Betty's house. "It won't be so bad, my love. We can share this again tonight and all week." Betty told her. "You would still dump me for Denise?" June asked. "No.... I would dump neither of you. I will not have to. You both understand that I need you both." Betty replied, pulling her into her arms for one last kiss before they parted. The kiss was soft and warm, but flaired to deep and satisfying before they ended it softly once more. "I do understand.... now." June said, softly, "I never did before." "I know... I didn't either. We both have Denise to thank for that." Betty replied. "I am greatful to her beyond words for that." June said, hugging Betty tightly. "Well, see you tonight. We can meet after school in the locker room, or rush back here. Whichever you prefer." Betty offered. "Back here. But I will come by and kiss you when I close up." June replied. Betty kissed her again and then patted her rump out the door. Their last words: "I love you." as they parted. -------------------------------------------- Andrea slept peacefully atop Bobby. He stirred and smiled, feeling his younger sister's weight on him. He softly kissed her cheek and caressed her back. To Andrea, waking atop Bobby was the single most satisfying feeling on earth. She quivered under his touch and tears came into her eyes. "I love you so much, Bobby. I wish I could feel this every morning." she said, softly weeping with joy. "You can, it is in your mind now. Just recall it when you awake. But you are strong enough now to do what you must do. You have a new teacher you must win. A great master awaits your arms. She will teach you the joy of tenderness. Whether at her hand or through her bidding. You must be strong enough to face your destiny. I love you beyond measure. I will be here when you need me. Let what you felt last night serve as a symbol of our bond. Remember it always." Bobby told her. "I will. I could never forget it. I have never felt like that before. I never knew I could. It was as if I had died, but was still bonded to you. I know now that we will never be apart. I will accept what we can share and be glad for every moment of it. I know in years to come that mom and dad will pass on. I do not long to hasten that time, but I await it. We will inherit this house and will do this every night from then on. I am yours body and soul." Andrea told him. "You cannot know that this will be. I cannot promise that. You can't either. Your new master may take you to her and hold you for a long time. I will not live forever myself. As much care as I take of this body, it is only human and will fail me someday. If what you wish *does* happen, then I will welcome you into my arms. If not, then you will always be in my heart. I am also yours, body and soul. You make my existence possible. But you will go on. You will be a great master yourself. I will be proud of you. I am so very proud of you already. You have turned into an outstanding young woman. You are fair of skin and form. You have depth and understanding. You have the fire of survival that will always burn inside you. Let us share what we can and be greatful for it. Now kiss me for we must now return to our separate lives." Bobby told her. The kiss was long and deep. Then they clung to each other as they felt the last pleasure of each others skin against theirs. Then Bobby rolled her off and playfully patted her rump toward her own room. Bobby dropped back into his discipline. Later Andrea went to kiss him as she left for school. He looked right through her, but did not fight her as she kissed him. She nodded her submission. "I understand. But I will always love you." she said, taking her leave. After she was gone, Bobby continued his routine. His only variance for the moment was a complete check of the house for evidence of their activity. Tears marked his cheek as he returned to his solo existence once more. At school Andrea was surprised by the absense of both Cindy and Miss Alvey. A substitute teacher took the class. Betty tagged her and guided her to the office. "Yes, Coach Hart?" Andrea asked, submissively. "Sit down, Andrea." Betty told her. "What's wrong?" Andrea asked, suddenly concerned by Betty's gentle manner. Betty closed the door and sat facing her. "However it ended. I know that you and Cindy were close for a long time. I thought you should know before anybody else told you. Things like this have a way of getting out." Betty started. "Things like what? What's happened to Cindy?" Andrea asked, clearly alarmed. "She's alright. But Friday night she wasn't. She attempted suicide." Betty told her, softly. "Oh God NO! Is she alright?" Andrea cried. "Yes. Her father found her in time and got the paramedics there. She will be fine, given time. She's getting the counselling and care that she needs. But you can help her." Betty said. "How? I'll do anything?" Andrea offered. "Simply by staying away from her. It's partially because of you two's relationship that she was so upset. The quicker she gets over that, the better it will be for her. So if you really love her, then the best way you can show her that is by staying away from her." Betty said, not unkindly. "Yes, of course. I will do that... and I do really love her." Andrea admitted. "Okay... I believe you. Now I'd appreciate it if you would keep this to yourself. The news of this isn't going to help Cindy any." Betty said. "I promise. I don't want to hurt her anymore than I already have." Andrea said, meaning it. "Alright.... You okay to join the class?" Betty asked. Andrea nodded, already lost in thought. Betty looked at her a moment, studying her. "I think maybe you'd better sit out today. I'll explain to Mrs. Waters. Take the period and go study." Betty told her. Andrea nodded again. "Where's Miss Alvey?" she asked. "She's attending to some personal buisiness. She'll be back next Monday. Cindy's schedule is being rotated so that you two won't have to see each other. She should also be back next Monday.... There will be a few changes next quarter. Miss Alvey will be teaching a computer class for the students. Mrs. Waters will likely take over some of her classes here. I don't know which ones yet." Betty told her. "I'd like to take that class if it's available to me." Andrea said, distantly. "I'll pass that on to Ms. Benito. You can go now. ... I'm sorry about Cindy, but I thought you should hear it from someone who knew she was okay now." Betty said. "Thank you Coach Hart. That was kind of you. I hardly deserve it." Andrea said, leaving. Betty watched her thoughtfully through the window as she undressed from her gym clothes. Andrea was acting way out of character. Perhaps she was having a change of heart. Betty could only hope. A quiet sound distracted her. She realized it was Denise's computer. The hard drive was active. Betty realized with a grin that it was recording pictures of Andrea. She let it run for the moment. She'd let it run out the day before she performed the shutdown that Denise requested her to do. In the meantime she called in Cindy's student record and printed off a copy of her schedule. Then she made her rounds to her instructors and got copies of the work they expected to be doing that week. Telling the instructors only that she had some family problems and should be back next Monday. Next she went to Cindy's locker and referred to the slip of paper to open it. She collected Cindy's books. Also inside the locker were a pair of Cindy's panties. She stacked them between the books and closed up the locker. ------------------------------------------------- Cindy awoke snuggled to Denise. She smiled to herself and reveled over the feeling. The previous night they had made love until both of them could hardly move. It was wonderful. She softly kissed Denise on the cheek and gently slipped out of bed. She used the bathroom and then made her way to the kitchen. She managed to be back before Denise stired. She kissed her softly on the lips to awaken her. Denise responded before opening her eyes. The kiss was reserved, but very satisfying for both of them. "Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?" Cindy asked. "Yes, marvelously. And you, my love?" Denise asked. "Yes, the same. I made you breakfast." Cindy said, handing her a cup of coffee. Denise sat up and accepted the cup and Cindy turned and got the tray with her food. "Breakfast in bed, my love? You didn't have to do that." Denise said. "I would gladly do it every morning if I could feel like I did when I awoke in your arms." Cindy said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I share that with you because I wish to. You do not have to wait on me in payment. I enjoy the feeling as much as you." Denise replied, sipping at her coffee. "I know that. That makes me want to do it all the more so. As my free choice to please you because I wish to." Cindy said, softly. "I will accept it on that basis, but not every morning. Not even most. Such a gesture means most when it is given sparingly." Denise said, reaching out and pulling Cindy into a soft warm kiss. Cindy half moaned through the kiss. Denise set her cup down on the tray and slipped out to the bathroom She returned a short while later and slid back into bed to resume her breakfast. "No food for you?" Denise asked, slicing her French toast. "I ate while I made it." Cindy said. "Well, get another cup of coffee and join me then." Denise said. Cindy did so. She sat back in Denise's ergonomic computer chair as she sipped her coffee. Her legs up and resting on the bed. "That's a lovely sight." Denise commented over Cindy's legs. "So glad you like them." Cindy said, pulling her robe open for Denise's view. "My, you certainly know how to stimulate an appetite." Denise chuckled. Cindy beamed at her. "You look quite edible yourself." she mused, examining Denise's cleavage in her sagging robe top. Denise caught her view and pulled the robe to either side of her breasts and then resumed eating, smiling at Cindy. "You make it feel so comfortable for me. I like that." Cindy mused. "It should feel comfortable, my darling. That is what love is all about." Denise replied. "Yes... I didn't know that before.... Love was always something that hurt... but not anymore." Cindy said, quietly. "Thinking of Andrea?" Denise asked. "Yes..... I'd like to help her too. I just don't know how." Cindy replied. Denise looked at her a long moment. "You really *do* understand love now. To wish to help someone who caused you so much pain." she said, softly. Cindy nodded. "When you showed me that she was probably raped by Bobby... I don't know. I guess my whole outlook about her changed. I can see that in her behavior. That's why she's so driven. You were right about her being fanatical. A middle east terrorist has nothing on Andrea. She could force herself to sweat in the middle of an icy pond." she said. "That kind of fanaticism is also very dangerous. If the motives are misguided, as they were against you, then ... well, you see." Denise commented. "Yes, I do. It makes it a lot easier for me to deal with that too. I'd like to tell her that I understand and forgive her." Cindy said, softly. "I don't think that would be a very good idea for now. We don't exactly know what happened. And it might not be a good idea anyway. She may well be as fragile as you were. That fanaticism may be all that is sustaining her. If you take that away she may collapse internally. I don't want to do that until we know a whole lot more. Besides, I don't think it would do you any good to see her just yet. You are doing better, but those kind of scars don't just disappear because you've had two days of happiness." Denise told her. "I know... and they have been happy. I've never felt this happy before. Not even when Andrea was being her most tender.... You understand things I don't think she ever will." Cindy said, looking at Denise's green eyes behind her glasses. Denise looked at her and smiled as she finished her breakfast. "You've learned quite a lot yourself, my little darling. I've quite enjoyed myself too." she mused. "I am pleased that I have pleased you." Cindy chuckled. "That you have... and I am pleased that I have pleased you." Denise responded. Cindy found herself blushing. She quivered a bit inside. She covered by taking another sip of coffee. Denise was now finished and she moved to take the tray away, settling by her with her coffee. Denise reached out her arm and softly stroked the skin of her legs with her finger tips. Cindy took a sip of coffee to warm her tongue. She then bent and softly kissed Denise on a nipple. Her tongue warm as it swirled around the hardening end. Denise moaned softly in delight and softly played in her hair. "I figure we can do this for an hour or so more, then it's my turn to pamper you." Denise said. "Pamper me? You've done nothing but pamper me since I got here." Cindy chuckled, then warming her mouth for the other side. "No... what I've done since you got here was to treat you with the honest love and respect that you richly deserve. Today you are going to know what it is to be pampered." Denise chuckled, then moaned softly as Cindy treated her other nipple the same as the first. "You are welcome to teach me anything you'd like." Cindy finally commented. "With reservations, I hope?" Denise asked. "In your case, no....." Cindy said, sitting back, thoughtfully. "So how do you think I differ from Andrea?" Denise asked. "You just do.... I know that's not not what you'd like me to say... But I don't think you really want to hear what you'd like me to say unless I really mean it. I know you are concerned that I might trust a bit too much. And that's why Andrea was able to do what she did to me. I don't think my trust is blind trust in your case. From the very start you have shown nothing but genuine concern for me and my freedom of choice. When we have made love, we have done exactly that; made *love*. It's not the same at all as what Andrea and I did. We *fucked*. I thouroughly enjoyed much of it. Even some of her kinkier stuff. I don't even think I fooled myself about being in love with her. I was, I still am. This very moment I still desire her. I probably always will. But at the same time I don't know if I could ever trust her again. Certainly not to the degree that I did. You, on the other hand I trust implicitly and explicitly. Because I know that anything you might do that might hurt me would hurt you even more. That's just the way you are. That's the way I expect that you will always be. It's one of the many reasons why I am so deeply in love with you. Even with the depth of feeling that I have for Andrea, I would leave her in a heartbeat for you. In a sense, I did. I am more yours now than I ever was Andrea's. I know that makes me vulnerable to the same kind of abuse that Andrea put me through. I also know you would never do that. Anything you do to me will be towards my ultimate benefit. So, again, based upon that; you are welcome to do anything you wish to me. In fact I wish you would. Show me your best, your worst, your kinkiest and your sweetest. I wish to know all you know. I wish to share everything you will teach me. For I love you above all others." Cindy concluded, tears in her eyes. "That's an awful lot of responsibility you've just given to me." Denise said, uncomfortably. "No, it's not. No more than the responisbility that you feel towards Coach Hart. The reason you think of it as a responsibility, is because you still think of me as a child. I'm not a child. I'm a woman. I've been making...... I've been *fucking* for over a year now. I'm going to keep doing that. I'd rather be making love. But if fucking is the best that I can get, then I will settle for that. I like sex! I love sex! I want to do it with you, more than anybody else. I'm totally aware of how dangerous it is for you. I'm totally aware of how dangerous it is for me. I know how society views lesbianism. I know what it thinks about teachers having sex with students. I'm not about to knowingly endanger you. I love you. As I know you couldn't purposfully hurt me without hurting yourself, I couldn't hurt you without hurting myself. I would not be here now if I didn't know that my parents approved of it. As amazing as that is to me, I know them well enough to know that they would never make trouble for you. I could almost give you an exact rundown on my mothers thought process concerning you. One: It deals with my immediate needs. It heads off another incident of me trying to kill myself out of hopelessness. She suspects that you will be a better lover than Andrea ever dreamed of being. You are. Two: You will give me the emotional tools to deal with my grief. Perhaps you will even address why I am a lesbian. How I became one, and if I have considered the options. Perhaps even convince me that I haven't considered the options deeply enough. And lastly: If I am indeed sincere about my lesbianism, then you are the most outstanding role model that she could pick for me. That anybody could pick for me. You will show me the ropes of how to best survive being a lesbian in todays world. You are a win, win, win choice for her. That's why she asked you to consider doing what you are. My mother's a pretty smart old bird. I love her dearly. And I love you dearly..... Maybe more dearly than you realize or than I can let you know. I guess what I'm trying to say -badly so far- is that I'm really *not* a child anymore. Whatever childhood I had left Andrea stripped from me. I'm not a child based upon a definition that a person becomes an adult on a foundation of cumulative experiences. I know there is also a definition which states that it comes when a person takes responsibility for themselves. But that is tied to a person being *permitted* to take responibility for themselves. By law I am a minor. Legally I cannot *take* that responibility. By law that falls upon my parents. Now they have partially assigned that to you. But as you indicated when I first arrived here, nobody actually asked me. My mother did ask if I really wanted to do this, but what this *was* was assumed. You asked me more than anybody else. You told me that it was my option to make love with you or not. I told you my freely made choice on that. I freely choose to make love with you. That -by definition- is an act of adulthood. Now I made that choice knowing full well the ramifications of it. If anybody understands the full ramifications that sex can bring, it's me. You don't know what it's like to pass out with a vibrator stuffed up your pussy and another stuffed up your ass and then wake up being fucked by a double headed dildo. You don't know what it's like to purposefully taste shit, knowing that you are going to taste shit and doing it anyway because you are so dependant upon a person that you prefer it to the alternative. Which in my case was being cut off from what little pleasure Andrea granted to me. I know all that. I've lived through it. And that wasn't a factor in my choice to end my life. I didn't do that because of *what* Andrea did to me. I did it because I was no longer involved with that. Because by making me see exactly how she was manipulating me, she was taken from me. It isolated my heart from her. It was that *isolation* that I couldn't face. I felt an attraction for you long before this all occured. That attraction is stronger than ever now. I thought of *you* both before and after that last bad weekend with Andrea. I thought of you as possibly being a way for me to break free from Andrea. You've helped me do that. But I still face that isolation. I'm not saying that I'm going to kill myself. That was stupid. I'm never going to do that again. For one thing I didn't consider then just how my death would affect those people whom I love very dearly, my parents. If for no other reason than that, I wouldn't do it. Secondly I *want* to live. You've already given me more than you know. You've shown me that there *are* others like me in the world. You and Coach Hart and Ms. Benito for example. Each of you are in control of your lives, and you are lesbians. You've shown me that a person deals with it. That it's possible to deal with it. The precautions of secrecy and discreteness are minimal inconviences to me compared to the question of *if* you could even survive. Now I *know* that I can. I didn't know that before. Just knowing that that hope of trancendance exists makes me want to live. Andrea abused me. I know that. She abused me very badly. But I still had her. I don't now. Now I have you. I don't know how long that will last. I want it to last forever. But even if it doesn't. I will still always have what you have taught me. I will know what it is like to make love with someone you love. I will know what it is like to fall asleep in their arms and wake up snuggled to them. I won't ever lose that. I'm not a child anymore... If you treat me like one, then I have no option but to be one. I don't want to be a child anymore. I just want to be the woman that I am. I want to experiece the total depth of feeling that comes from experiencing all those kinds of lovemaking that you can show me. If I'm uncomfortable about something, I will tell you. If I don't like something I will tell you. If I don't want to do something, I will tell you. I will also tell you when I do want to do something. And that's what I originally said. That I want to experience all that with you. I want to do that as an adult. As a woman. As your friend and your lover. Knowing full well the ramifications of my request, both personally and sociologically." Cindy concluded. Denise had sat back in awe of Cindy's dissertation. Many of the concepts many adults had never faced, and never would. As randomly as she had rambled in getting to the point, she managed to make a valid connection with everything she said. She then summarized her dissertation. Denise was impressed. Her way of telling this to Cindy was to pull her into her arms and kiss her hard. Her hands already roaming over her firm young body. A woman's body. "Remember you asked for this." Denice said as she basically laid into Cindy, sexually. Denise taught Cindy everything she knew, and made up a few things. They did it scissored together in line, right angled, knee from in back, leg from in front, entwined face to face, roughly, tenderly, orally, she teased her nipples with her eye lashes, she kissed her behind her knees, up her spine and behind her ears. All along she kept up a running commentary: "The idea is to excite... Any differences on the senses can be exciting... Think about temperature, lick an area with you tongue then use your breath to cool it, then your tongue again to warm it........ " She taught Cindy about all kinds of massage. Deep probing massage, gentle single touch random massage where the fingers seem to have no pattern to them, a person does not know where they will get touched next. She taught her what she knew about Shesado -Japaneese facial massage- and even had her lay on an exercise mat while she coated her breasts with oil and rubbed Cindy's whole body with them. Cindy experienced orgasms almost as much as she blinked. But remained a trooper about the whole thing, turning everything Denise taught her back as a tool toward her own empassioned responses. Denise took her on the table, the floor, the sofa, the bed, in the shower and up against a wall. They performed mutual slow, deep, cunilingus on each other for several hours. When they stopped to eat, shower or talk their lips were never far from each others. The inevitable result was also a lot of short naps snuggled together, then one would awake and start in on the other one. Along the way their love for each other grew exponentially. -------------------------------------------------- Betty finnished up her last class of the day. After the girls cleared out, she did her walk through and snagged loose towels and disposed of bits of paper and such. A sports bra and a pair of panties were added to the lost and found (which got washed and returned once a week.) When she was satisfied with the state of her kingdom she stripped off her clothes and stepped in for a long hot shower. She was just stepping out of it when she encountered June, who took her towel and gently dried her before pulling her into her arms and kissing her tenderly. Betty realized that they were just before Denise's camera again and turned them as they kissed, grinning to herself. "I need to go get some things at my place." June said, playing her fingertips softly over her body. "I may be a little while. I've got to drop Cindy's books and assignments of at Denise's." Betty informed her, between kisses. June looked at her a moment. "They're doing a lot more than just talking, aren't they?" she asked, again. "Do you really want to know?" Betty asked. "As a principal, no... as a friend I'm thrilled. From what I know now, Denise will be good therapy for Cindy. If anything can make her happy and well, it's her." June replied. "Well, I'm glad you think so, because that bright little minx figured out about Denise and I..... and you." Betty informed her. "Me?" June asked, a bit alarmed. "When she talked to me late Saturday night while you were asleep, she thought Cindy was asleep too. Denise used your first name *once* in our conversation. Combined with the rumours about us around here it was all the clue she needed. I'm not worried about it though. Cindy's a good kid. She's no threat to us." Betty said. "No.. I don't think she would be... It's just one more person who knows." June said. "I know... But that same day you were actually relieved that someone else knew. You said so." Betty teased. "You're right, of course... I'm really happy for Cindy. Denise will teach her love." June said. "As she taught me and I taught you... and we will continue that lesson later. How about I pick up some dinner on the way home?" Betty asked, kissing her softly. "No, I have a better idea. I'll pick some things up at the market and make you dinner. It'll be ready when you get home.... I've got my key." June said. After a deep passionate kiss they parted. Betty got dressed and June finished up locking up the school. Betty drove to Denise's and parked in the visitor slot. She had Cindy's books -and panties- in her gym bag. She rang the bell. A very dazed looking Denise let her in the door and kissed her deeply once she was inside. A familiar scent assulted Betty's senses as they kissed. She giggled through the kiss. Cindy was half reclined on the sofa wearing a light robe. She looked dazed too. "Woowee! What have you been doing to this poor girl. It smells like pussy in here!" Betty giggled. "What have *I* been doing to her?" Denise asked, rolling her eyes, "The girl hasn't let up on me since Saturday afternoon!" Denise took the book bag. Cindy was looking at the two of them, smiling. She rocked to her feet and approached Betty. "Hi Cindy. Glad to hear that you're feeling better." Betty said, as she approached. "I never felt better in my whole life....." Cindy said, moving to hug Betty. Betty seemed unsure, but hugged back a bit. "Oh, I'm quite certain you can do better than that. As Denise's lover I'm quite certain you know much, much better..... And I'm thrilled to my toes that we share that." Cindy said, just before she kissed her. The kiss was soft and tender. Betty found herself enjoying it much more than she felt comfortable with at the moment. Cindy released her. "Don't worry. I just wanted to show you I *approved* of yours and Denise's relationship. I know you mean a great deal to her. I just wanted to thank you for that." Cindy said. Betty grinned at the girl and pulled her back into a real embrace. Their lips met again and this time there was no reservation on eithers part. About half way through it Betty felt Denise guiding the two of them into the bedroom. "I can't do this. June's cooking me dinner." Betty protested as they undressed her. "Oh, we won't keep you long. You'll probably even be able to talk to her when we release you." Denise giggled, pulling Betty's panties down. Cindy stalled in her kisses just long enough to pull off her top and sports bra. They pushed her back onto the bed and moved up on either side of her. First they took turns kissing her deeply and then decended as a pair to her nipples. Kissing down her neck all the way. Betty swooned and abandon herself to her fate. Her hands reached out to cup a breast on either side. When Cindy and Denise met between her legs, Cindy looked at her giant clitoris. "Wow. You were right. It is unique. How wonderful for her." she said, bending to nuzzle it with her lips. Betty moaned loudly. Her whole body quivered. When Denise moved in and they double tongued her womanhood her hips began to shake and thrust about. Her abdomen clenched in her first of many orgasms. Her gasping moan barely out of her lips before she was pulling Cindy's thighs around over her head. She pulled a pillow up under her head and lifted her lips for her first taste of the darling young girl. Denise moved around between her legs and together her and Cindy brought Betty off again and again. Swirling their tongues over her womanhood from two directions. Meeting in the middle to share a deep wet kiss flavored by Betty's juices. Cindy succumbed and her body convulsed hard for the umpteenth time that day. Her moan barely out of her lips before Betty rolled her over and moved over her. "Ooh, are you in for a treat." Denise cooed, moving up face to face with them. She savored the look on her two lovers faces as Betty began to stroke her hips into Cindy's. Cindy's reaction as predictable as her own had been. Denise kissed her deeply from the side and Cindy's moans of delight escaped the sides of their lips as they kissed. Next Denise lifted her head and shared the same with Betty. The results being much the same. Denise moved down between the two women's legs and applied her tongue to where their womanhood's were merging. The two went off like a fire cracker. Later Cindy pulled her up into her arms, holding her back against her as she sat up against the slanted, padded headboard. She caressed Denise's breasts as she kissed her deeply over her shoulder. Betty moved up between Denise's legs and again began to work her hips. Denise was going wild, held between her two dear sweet lovers. One held her tenderly in her arms and teased her nipples while the other stroked her large clitoris into hers. It was as if Denise had died and gone to lesbian heaven. Cindy kissed her neck and behind her ears as Betty stroked away atop her. Her lovers shared deep kisses over her shoulders. When her orgasm struck she was joined by both of them. Later they lay together softly stroking the skin of each others bodies. "I don't understand where your orgasm came from Cindy." Denise commented. "Your tail bone. Betty was doing both of us at the same time." Cindy chuckled. "Well, I'm just pleased that you two have found each other. I fear that it will be my demise." Betty said. Denise instantly pulled her to her and kissed her hard. "Don't you go thinking that she's a replacement for you. What we share is in addition to our love. You are stuck with me forever." Denise told her. "Thank you, love. But actually I was refering to my *sexual* demise. You two make a devistating tag team." Betty gasped, breathless from the kiss. Cindy moved over and Betty and Denise pulled her into their embrace. They shared their first three way kiss, their tongues meeting and dueling between them. Their hands on each others breasts and asses. "I really have to go. There's another set of lips that have become important to me that I must get back to." Betty said. Denise kissed her hard one last time and then rolled out of the embrace. Cindy continued to hold her in a full embrace for a while longer. "I'm so happy we got to do this. Now I understand how my lover feels about you. I feel much the same way." Cindy said, hugging her tightly . Betty kissed her tenderly and then Cindy released her. "I feel the same about you. I have no doubt that we will do this again, many times. You take it easy on her this week, okay. She's not as young as she used to be." Betty teased. "I'm younger than you! and you know it!" Denise protested. "Yes, my love. I was just teasing. And I fear that you will need every erg of that youthfull energy with this one." Betty chuckled, looking for her clothes. "Come on Cindy, we undressed her, you better help me dress this *old lady* who just laid us both out." Denise chuckled. Finding her panties. Cindy moved in to help and they reversed their previous actions, complete with kisses. "Speaking of which, I have a pair of your panties that were in your locker in my bag." Betty told Cindy. "Oh, keep them if you'd like. Those are the pair that I left off that day when Andrea made me expose myself to Denise... god, I've never been so wet in my life." Cindy giggled. "You were also humiliated." Denise said. "True, but that was because of the way Andrea made me do it. The fact that I had kept me wet all day. I probably left little puddles on my chair in every class that morning." Cindy said. "I'm sorry about that tatoo, love. But it won't be noticable by anybody if you don't want it to be." Betty said to Cindy, softly. "It's okay. Denise has graciously agreed to let me think of it as standing for *Alvey*. Since then I am *honored* to wear it. She owns me heart and soul.... not as property, but as a lover. I give my love to her of my own free choice for as long as she will accept it." Cindy told her, kissing her softly. "Which will be for a long, long time. Now let the poor woman be. She has other lips to kiss." Denise said, pulling Cindy into her arms from behind and kissing her neck. Betty put her arms around the two of them and hugged Cindy between them as she shared a last kiss with Denise over Cindy's shoulder. She felt Cindy's hands upon her ass as they kissed. "Bye love, thanks for the warm up. I'll pass it on to June. Cindy, you are adorable. I'm thrilled that you are feeling better, you would have been sorely missed. Bye now. " Betty said, taking her leave. Cindy squeezed her hand before she released her. Betty kissed her softly on the lips before she finally made her get away. She was wobbly on her legs as she headed for her car. "Another satisfied customer." Cindy giggled. "You seem very nonchalant for a girl who just made love to two gym coaches." Denise said. Cindy stopped giggling suddenly and looked at her. "It does seem extremely odd, now that you mention it." she said, seriously. "Well, don't let it bother you. A lot of people try to attach metaphysical significance to things like that, but it's really just a matter of odds. The odds are that on a planet with eight billion people on it, that unusual events will occur. Those events will occur to *somebody*, you just happened to be *that* somebody in this instance." Denise replied. "If you can still reason like that, then I haven't been doing my job properly." Cindy said, giggling again. Denise rolled her eyes, but was resigned to her chosen fate. "Alright, my loveable but hungry little minx, but I want some dinner first... and call your parents. You haven't talked to them today." she said. Cindy giggled and traced her hand over Denise's derrière on the way to the phone. "You know it's that kind of behavior started all this." Denise giggled. "I know." Cindy grinned back at her. ------------------------------------------------ Betty arrived home and found a candle lit dinner waiting for her. "My, my, twice in one week. I could get used to this sort of thing." she mused, kissing June softly. June deepened the kiss and held it for a time. Finally she pulled back. "And what have you been up to, as if I didn't recognize the aroma." she giggled. "You laugh. They'll be laying for you next. I don't think that anybody's safe with those two together." Betty chuckled. "The amazing part -to me- is that I don't feel a bit of jealosy. Before I loved you this much I would have been livid green." June said, thoughtfully. "Isn't that amazing how that works? Now why don't I go put on a slinky dress so that you can seduce me durring dinner." Betty offered. "Sound's devine. That's what I had in mind when I shimmied into this one, I didn't think you'd noticed." June said, softly. Betty pulled her back into her arms. "I noticed, love. I was going to tell you over dinner how nice and sexy you looked. Now I just left two hungry georgeus creatures who were hot for my bod to be here with you tonight. I did that for a reason. The reason is that I love you." Betty said, kissing her tenderly. June got tears in her eyes. "I love you too. ... I'm just not used to this. I don't know how to be in love." she said. Betty caressed her gently as she held her. Thinking of how similar the words were to those she had spoken to Denise just a week before. "I know.... So we will learn together. Now kiss me and let me go slip into my most dangerous dress." Betty said. June kissed her hungrily. "Okay, fifteen minutes until it's ready." she said. "Give me twenty so I can take a quick shower and fix my war paint too." Betty said, slipping up the stairs. "Alright, but at twenty-five I'm feeding it to the dogs." June called up to her. "I don't have a dog." Betty called back. Seventeen minutes later she decended the staircase looking like a million dollars. Her most dangerous dress would have turned a pimps head. Had she walked into a restaurant looking like that women would have kicked their husbands under the table to stop them from drooling over their plates. June watched her decend. Feeling like a new bride. ------------------------------------------------------ "Well, we're into phase two now." Marge said, returning from Cindy's phone call. "Phase two?" Sam querried. "Yes... Cindy could barely talk. Kind of like us." Marge giggled. "Woman must be something else." Sam mused, shaking his head. "I must say that you are taking this whole thing very well. Much better than I expected." Marge said. "I just remember those nights when the only time I got to see her was when I kissed her on the forehead as she slept. The one thing I wanted most for her then -and now- was her happiness. It sounds like she's found it." Sam said. Marge kissed her husband. "How are we holding out. Ready for another dozen or two of those things." she asked. "Close, I wonder if anybody delivers condoms." Sam said, sitting nude on the bed. "That would be good. A place that would deliver pizza, a movie and a dozen condoms. I'll bet it would go." Marge giggled, moving into his arms. Chapter Ten The rest of the week passed like lightning for everybody.... except Andrea. Time seemed to drag for her. She was fighting off her depression from not being able to make love with Bobby again after her parents return. Bobby was back into his normal routine. A few special moments eye contact was the extent of their relationship now for an indeterminate amount of time. "They're going to start a computer class at school next term. I've asked to be in on it." she told her parents. "Well, I guess it's about time we got one. Every kid on the block has one now." her father replied. "You know I was thinking. I've seen where you can just point an arrow and click and go anywhere in the world now on the Internet. That's not much different from a TV remote. Maybe Bobby would use one if we set it up in his room for him." Andrea said. "Why that's a great idea, only how would you teach him to use it in the first place?" asked her mother. "That's easy, just leave books on how to use the computer out for him to read. I'll bet it would work." Andrea said. "But how would that be any different from the TV?" her father asked. "Because he could pick the subject matter of the *program* he was flipping to. It doesn't cost that much. A full internet account is only twenty bucks a month." Andrea said. "Alright. There's some out of date computers at work that aren't fast enough for business, but are plenty fast for home usage. I'll bring a couple home." her father said. "Oh thank you daddy." Andrea said, kissing his cheek. Just about the exact behavior he expected out of his fifteen year old daughter. "This weekend I could take it up to the cabin and play with it." Andrea said. "You still want to go up there, alone? With you and Cindy still feuding?" her father asked. "Yeah, I like it up there." Andrea said. "Alright dear, at least we know where you are when you are there." he said. Friday night he dropped her off with twenty bucks for pizza. Saturday she walked down to the general store and caught a ride into town with someone headed that way. She figured to take a cab back if she couldn't catch a ride. -------------------------------------------------- Denise and Cindy spent an extra special morning making love on Saturday. Knowing that their wondrous week had come to an end. If Guiness collected such records they would have been in the next edition. They were working on about their fiftieth lovemaking session for the week. Not having the limitation that men have, they had made love freely as often as the whim had hit them, which was very often. "You going to be okay now?" Denise asked Cindy, tracing her fingers over her young skin. "Yes, my love. I will be fine. I have never been so happy in my life. Jenny seemed to wonder why I needed a counselor yesterday." Cindy said, her own fingers randomly tracing Denise's body. "You told her didn't you?" Denise asked, referring to their relationship. "Yes, on Wednesday. She wants you to come in on one of my sessions to talk." Cindy said. "That's agreeable. So what did she say?" Denise asked. "She laughed. She also said that you were probably the best therapy that I could possibly find. She'd like to send you a bunch of her patients." Cindy giggled. "No thank you. I wish to live." Denise giggled. "Have I been that bad?" Cindy asked. "No my love. It's been wonderful. The most wonderful week I ever spent." Denise said, kissing her softly. They hugged for a long time, then made love again. Very tender and passionate. Cindy did her best to check Denise's internal organs when she kissed her just before taking her home. "And what are you doing the rest of the day?" Cindy asked. "I have to take these video's back and then I was going to go for my weekly run. I think Betty expects me for dinner tomorrow. Officially, I'm scheduled with her from Sunday night to Thursday night. How about we schedule Friday and Saturday nights?" Denise asked. "You still want to see me?" Cindy asked, sheepishly. "Oh don't go getting silly on me again. Of course I wish to continue seeing you. I love you." Denise chidded. Cindy smiled broadly at her. "Yes, then. I'd dearly love to see you every Friday and Saturday night. Does that mean Saturday day too?" Cindy asked. "Yes, my love. But I still wish to continue my Saturday running. That's my clear the head time. I'd go bonkers without it." Denise said. "Maybe I could run with you?" Cindy asked. "That would be good.... I guess. I don't know if it's a good idea for us to be seen together in public. But I guess an exercise partner isn't at all improper." Denise said. "Whichever you choose..... As it's your lone time, maybe we'd better not do that anyway. But I promise I'd be quiet." Cindy said. "Well, we'll see how it works next Saturday. Bring your running clothes... some good running shoes." Denise said. "I will..... and speaking of clothes, thank you again for the lingerie." Cindy said. "My adorable little darling, that wasn't a gift to you. That was a gift to me. I get to see you in it and take it off. That's the whole point of lingerie." Denise giggled. "Thank you anyway. It was an absolute pleasure having you see me in it and take it off. I didn't know teeth were that versitile." Cindy mused. They pulled into Cindy's driveway. Denise squeezed her hand one last time before they went in. Marge and Sam were friendly and cordial. They each hugged Cindy fiercely and Denise warmly. Denise sat and drank a cup of coffee with them. "Cindy would like to go running with me on Saturdays. Any objection to her spending Friday and Saturday nights at my place?" Denise asked Marge. Marge smiled at her. "After seeing the change in Cindy, no. No objection at all. I want to thank you for this week. I know it was dangerous for you. I know it still is. But I'm greatful to have my daughter back and happy. I've never seen her so happy. You certainly lived up to my expectations for you." Marge said. Denise was a bit uncomfortable. "No need to thank me. It was quite rewarding enough for me. I'd like to continue to see your daughter away from school. I know she's young, but as you said, she is a woman. She certainly is all of that." Denise replied, softly. Marge looked at her a bit, then at Cindy, who was watching Denise's green eyes with her own full of admiration. "My, my. Got to you did she?" Marge asked, softly. Denise looked up at her and then over at Cindy. "Yes... yes she did. I felt an attraction for her before this week, but I didn't expect to end up this much in love." Denise replied. "I didn't know anybody *could* be this much in love." Cindy said, looking at Denise. "It may come as a shock to you, daughter of mine, that I have been *that* much in love with your father for the past eighteen years. While you were out *honeymooning* yourself this week, your father and I had our own second honeymoon." Marge giggled, tossling her hair. "I think that's great." Denise said. "Thank you, so do I. ..... Alright, as well as the rest of the world knows, you are a concerned teacher and my daughter is an upset teenager. But I am not going to be a hypocrite about it in my own home. You two are lovers. You are going together...You are romantically involved with each other. I think that's just fine. I will back you two 100%. You can continue to see my daughter, romantically. But it's going to cost you." Marge said. "Cost me?" Denise asked, confused. "Yes. The only way this is going to work, is if you are one of the family. That means that you don't knock on the door when you come over, you walk in and you fix yourself a cup of coffee and sit down with the rest of us. You and Cindy don't have to hide your affections for each other. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't get too fiesty around us. And the price is; that you have to sit down to dinner with us all every Friday night when you come to pick her up." Marge said. Sam had come in on Denise's question. He nodded his agreement. "Deal.... Mom." Denise said, grinning. "Oh, no. None of that. If you two ever get married then you can call me that. With the ways the laws run in this state, I don't think that will ever be a problem." Marge giggled. "Oh, I don't know. She's kind of cute. I wouldn't mind so much if she called me Daddy." Sam giggled. "If it hadn't been for this last week, that remark would have cost you a whole month of tuna casseroles." Marge said, softly kicking his shin. Cindy shivered. "Thank you, daddy, for whatever it was you did last week. I *hate* hot tuna." she said. "Yes, well we won't go into details of that, just as I don't wish to know details of your week. But you had a good time, I take it?" Marge asked. "Yes.. The most wonderful time of my life." Cindy replied. "I think it's time for me to go out on my weekly run. She's getting that look again." Denise chuckled, standing. Cindy stood up and looked at her mother. "We really don't have to hide our affection?" she asked. "No, but don't embarass us too much." Marge said, grinning. Cindy moved around the table and hugged Denise, then she pulled back and kissed her tenderly. Marge and Sam took it well. "See you next week... " Cindy said. "Yes, I will see you bright and early Monday, and I'm going to run your cute little tail off. I will be Miss Alvey to you. You will be Cindy, just another ninth grade girl to me. It will stay that way until I arrive here to pick you up on Friday night. What time is dinner, Marge?" Denise asked. "Lets call it seven. Sam sometimes doesn't make it home before that." Marge said. "Seven it is. You take care now. No further stunts like that last one?" Denise asked Cindy. "I promise. I'd be a fool to die now. Just when my life became so wonderful." Cindy replied, getting misty eyed. Denise hugged her a moment more, kissed her again tenderly and then left. Cindy turned to her two parents. "You must be the best parents on earth." she said. "We must be.... Now go get your homework for the week. I want to see what you did when you weren't playing this past week." Marge said. Cindy smiled and nodded as she turned to fullfill her mothers request. "I'd say the week was a success, she's almost too happy." Sam mused quietly, after she left. "It's called love, darling. And it's *quite* serious. I seriously underestimated Denise's effect upon Cindy. Based upon this moment right now, your chances of being a grandfather are zip. That may change with time, who can say. But I don't think it will. I think we'd better get used to the idea of Denise as Cindy's permanant mate." Marge replied. "I agree with that assertion. But I'm quite proud of the effect that Cindy seems to have had upon Denise too." Sam said. "Proud?" Marge asked. "Of course. Seducing sexy women and causing them to fall madly in love with you *must* come from my side of the family." Sam chuckled. "Oh must it? I'll have you know, I turned more than a head or two in the girls locker room at school. I had other options besides you, you know." Marge said. Sam looked at her a moment. Cindy came back before he could say anything. Marge went about reviewing Cindy's homework with her. As Denise had helped her -with understanding, not the work- it was done, and done well. Marge was pleased. "Very good. I am very pleased to know that Denise isn't going to let you slide on your school work." she said. "She *is* a teacher you know." Cindy chuckled. "Yes love. I know. The thought of a private tutor in the family did occur to me." Marge giggled. "Were you so sure that I would fall for her like I did?" Cindy asked. "No.. not sure. I knew that you'd develope a very strong attachment to her, but I didn't realize how strong it was until I saw you kiss her just now. That wasn't a puppy love kiss. It was a mature love kiss. That sort of love doesn't go away." Marge said, glancing at Sam. "I can't believe that you two are being so smooth about this.... Thank you. Really." Cindy said, softly. "We *do* care about your happiness, darling. It's not what either of us would have picked for you. But as an adult woman that's really your choice. Choosing the way you have, we are quite pleased with Denise as your choice for a mate." Sam said. Cindy looked a little shocked but hugged him. "Thank you, both of you. I love you." she said, getting teary eyed. "You're welcome, dear. We love you too. I think Denise has much to teach you..... besides what I'm sure you learned this past week." Marge chuckled. "What's the chance of getting a computer. Denise is giving a class in it starting next quarter." Cindy asked. "I think that can be arrainged." Sam said, looking thoughtfully at his wife again. Later, after Cindy had gone off to amuse herself, Sam turned to Marge. "So that's why you were so understanding about this to start with?" he asked. Marge nodded. "Yes... Just before I first started going with you. I had an affair with one of the girls at school." she said, watching Sam's reaction. "You never told me before." he said. "It wasn't the sort of thing one talked about in those days.... I think it's better now." Marge said. "So do I.... So I guess the ability to attract sexy women could have come from either side of the family." Sam chuckled. Marge kissed her husband. "Maybe, but the ability to *hold* them probably came from your side. So I guess we'd better get used to Denise as Cindy's mate." she said. "Do you think she'd mind if we talked physics some time?" Sam asked, Marge in his lap. "I think she'd be delighted, dear. Can't have her body so you're going after her brain?" Marge giggled, kissing him on the cheek. "I guess... not really. I just want to make her feel welcome..... I won't be jealous if you won't." he said, grinning. "You can have all her brain that you can get out of her. With my blessing. But you touch that body in more than a fatherly manner and it's the garden shears for you while you sleep." Marge said, seriously. "My, what happened to that modern progressive attitude you had a moment ago?" Sam chuckled. "That concerns a modern progressive young lady. Our daughter. Where you are concerned, I'm old fashioned and narrow minded. I'm going to stay that way, too." Marge said. "And if you touch it, what do I get to cut off?" Sam asked, chuckling. "Me." Marge replied, simply. "By implication that cuts me off too. I get the short end of the deal either way. I think it's best that neither of us touches her." Sam chuckled. "You don't really want to, do you?" Marge asked. "Want to? Sure. Need to? No. Will? No. And you?" Sam asked. "Want to? Absolutely. Need to? No. Will? No." Marge chuckled back. "Don't want to explore that other side of you that you've been hiding from me all these years?" Sam asked. "No... I did that, for one. I know it exists. I chose the way I wish to live my life when I picked you. I'm not a bit sorry over that choice." Marge said. "And what about your happiness? That's as important to me as Cindy's is." Sam said. "I have all the happiness I need in a man who can go through two dozen rubbers in a week, thank you." Marge said, kissing him. -------------------------------------------------- Denise set off on her run. A bit wobbly at first as her body still contained many endorpins from her and Cindy's morning session. They helped dull the pain of the activity as she pushed her body a bit to warm it up. It was just the last of fall now. The leaves sparse on the trees. Little piles of them swirled around her feet as she ran and her footfalls crunched a bit. A glance at the mountains told her it wouldn't be long before there was snow in the valley. It already coated the upper slopes of the mountains. Eventually she would have to wear a mask to keep from getting lung burn. On stormy days she would have to force herself onto an indoors tread mill. She much preferred the outside. Especially a little side detour she had programmed into her path. It ran down a little used narrow path through the trees. She seldom saw other runners on it. In the early fall it was like running down a golden tunnel as the quaking aspen trees readied for winter. Even when the trees were more barren like they were now it was pleasant. She came upon a small clearing and stopped dead in her tracks. Andrea was sitting on a rock. "Andrea? What are you doing here?" she gasped, trying to catch her breath, both physically and mentally. "I've been waiting for you." Andrea replied. "Me? Why?" Denise asked, walking up to her. "Because I need to talk to you.... in private." she said. "What about?" Denise asked. "Could we talk someplace else? It's kinda personal." Andrea asked. Denise looked around. They were completely isolated. She raised her eyebrow to Andrea. "Alright, I was hoping to avoid the possibility of being observed. I know you have a reputation to preserve. But if it has to be here, I guess that's okay." Andrea said, climbing off the rock. Denise was unprepaired for what she did next. She dropped to her knees in front of her and bowed low. "I wish you to consider adopting me as your student. I wish you to be my master. I will do anything you bid." Andrea said, solemnly. "Get up, Andrea." Denise told her. Andrea got up and stood facing her. As attractive as she was, Denise did not trust her a bit. "What's this all about?" Denise asked. "You have proved yourself to be the greater master. I have reason to believe that you are a very great master indeed. I wish to learn. I wish to be a better master myself. The way for me to do that is as your willing slave." Andrea said, eyes downcast. "I don't want any slaves." Denise said. "That is your choice to make, I am adamant about my decision." Andrea replied. If it hadn't been for what she now knew and highly suspected about Andrea, then Denise would have told her to fuck off. But she cared too much to do that. She had already seen what this sort of fealty could cause in Cindy's attempted suicide. "Alright, we will talk if you want. You can wait here while I finish my run. I'll be back. If you are still here then we can go someplace and talk." Denise said. "Yes, my lady. I thank you. I will be here." Andrea replied. "*My lady*?" Denise asked. "A title of respect, my lady. Equivalent to My lord, were you male. I will address you in whatever manner you desire me to." Andrea replied. Denise looked at her a moment. "We can talk about that after my run." she said, and jogged off leaving Andrea standing there. The rest of the run wasn't much of a mind clearer for her. She made her full circuit and then continued on until she again came into the clearing. Andrea was standing in the *exact* same spot and posture. She hadn't budged an inch. She shivered a bit in the brisk air, wearing only a light jacket. "Come on, lets go someplace warm. It's a bit brisk out here." Denise said. "I do not mind, my lady. I would stand nude in a blizzard at your bidding and be happy for the opportunity to serve you." Andrea replied, accompanying her. "You will address me as Denise away from school and Miss Alvey there." Denise told her. "Yes, Denise." Andrea replied. "Not as a title. As a friend. You need not say my name each time you address me." Denise said. "As you wish." Andrea replied. Andrea carried a small backpack. Not at all uncommon for the day. It was like a standard issue now for male and female alike. What was in it *wasn't* standard issue, but Denise didn't know that as yet. She led Andrea to her car and they drove in silence to her house. "Come in. I'll make us some hot chocolate." Denise said. "Thank you. You are kind." Andrea replied. Denise didn't know what to expect from Andrea. She was being too polite. The last time she had seen her, she had been quietly scornfull of her. "Make yourself at home. It won't take but a moment." Denise said. "Could I use your bathroom?" Andrea asked. "Sure, in there, first right." Denise indicated. She didn't think a thing when Andrea carted her backpack with her. Denise warmed the milk in the microwave and added the chocolate from premixed packets. She preferred the sugarless type. Andrea was taking a long time in the bathroom. Denise carried the two mugs into the living room and set them down. Andrea came out. Just as Denise turned, Andrea dropped to her knees again in a pose of a serf presenting a sword to a knight. In her hands the handle of a leash... it was attached to a collar around her neck. She wore a black leather outfit with cut outs at her breasts and crotch. Her nipples proud and firm protruded from the outfit. Her trim brown patch of pubic hair visible in the open V of the outfit. Her eyes cast at Denise's feet as she presented the handle of the leash to her. "I am yours, body and soul, to do with as you please. I will give my life to follow your slightest whim. If you bid me lick your ass, I will lick your ass. If you bid me eat your shit, I will eat your shit. If you bid me stand nude in a blizard, I will stand nude in a blizzard. If you bid me place my hand on a hot stove, I will do it, gladly. I desire you to take me as your devoted slave. You may take my body at your leasure as often as you desire. It is my deepest wish that you would do so. I love thee above all others. I am yours unitl you deem me fit for release. I desire to learn all that you may teach me. I will be dilligent in my studies. You have proven yourself to be the greater master. You have taken my slave from me as if she had never known me. You have taken Ms. Benito's woman from her. You are a great master indeed. I have reason to believe you may teach me tenderness, depth of feeling and grace. I bid you to take me. Mold me to your whim. I desire you body and soul. I am yours for all time if you wish it." Andrea recited, solemnly, extending the leash handle towards her. Denise was too shocked for words for a moment. She stood looking at Andrea. She could not deny the temptation that flaired inside her. She desired the girl with her whole being, but not this way. She thought about it for a moment. Leaving Andrea in that possition. She sat down a bit shakily and began to sip her hot chocolate. She eyed Andrea as she sipped. Her erect nipples and soft patch of pubic hair were powerfull invitiations. But it was her mention of Betty and June that gave her the biggest dilema. She had said it with surity. There had been no doubt in her voice. She *knew*. "What do you know of Coach Hart and I?" she asked. "Before I knew what you were, I was angered by your action of taking Cindy from me. I followed you after school in a cab to her house. I stood outside and watched you two make love. I knew her to be Ms. Benito's woman. This was confirmed by multiple sources who have observed them leaving the school together late on many occaisions. I know you took her from Ms. Benito as easily as you took Cindy from me." Andrea replied, still looking at the floor. "And you are no longer angry at me for that?" Denise asked, facinated. "No.. I love you. I am totally devoted to you." Andrea replied. "And what if I bid you stay in that position?" Denise asked. "I would stay until I starved and died. I would hold my body functions as long as I could, then I would wet myself. I would not move." Andrea replied. "I do not like that outfit, take it off." Denise told her, meaning to go change. "I must move to do that, unless you have a knife or scissors to cut it off me." Andrea replied. "Move then." Denise replied. Andrea rocked to her feet and without hessitation unsnapped four strategic snaps and shrugged. The outfit dropped around her feet and she stood nude before Denise. She stepped sideways from the outfit and again dropped to her knees, holding the leash handle again toward her. Denise was shocked to her core. Andrea hadn't hesitated in the least. The sight of the girls shapely nude young body sent a wave of desire through her like she had seldom experienced before. "Why should I trust you?" Denise asked. "You have no reason. Test me." Andrea replied. "How?" Denise asked. "I could not say which test you would find convincing. I would happily please you in any manner you choose. You have but to bid your desire." Andrea replied. "Stand up." Denise commanded. Andrea rocked to her feet and stood, eyes down. Hands still before her holding the leash handle. "Sit down on the sofa facing me and drink your chocolate.... slowly, it is hot." Denise said, adding the last as she could see how serious Andrea was. Andrea moved to the sofa and sat cross legged facing her. Her crotch open and visible as she took her chocolate and sipped at it. Denise found herself staring. Finally she pulled her eyes away and sipped her own chocolate. "What about Cindy?" Denise asked, not looking at her. "She is yours. You took her fairly. I am ashamed of my actions concerning her." Andrea replied. "You should be. She tried to kill herself." Denise said. "I have been told. I am gladened that she did not succeed. I do care for her." Andrea replied. "She is well now." Denise told her. "Yes, I expected her to be. Coach Hart told me she would be out for a week. She also told me that you would be out for a week attending to personal business. I had surmised that *Cindy* was your *personal* buisiness. You have attended to your slaves needs. You are a great master. Much greater than I. I have no doubt that your touch would heal her." Andrea replied. "You say I am a great master. Why should I take you as my slave?" Denise asked. "Forgive me. I do not wish to appear presumptive. But I have been told that a masters positon is to teach as well as be served. I desire to learn. If you feel I am a worthy student, then it is your place as a master to teach me." Andrea replied. "It is my place to do as I please. Bobby told you all this, didn't he?" Denise asked. Andrea seemed jolted in her place. Her eyes flicked up to Denise a moment in fear before she steadied herself. "He told me that you were indeed a great master. Your perception of him is the greatest evidence of that that I could hear." Andrea croaked, visibly shaken. "Follow me. Remove that leash, it is distracting to me." Denise said, rising from the sofa. "Will you accept the handle first?" Andrea asked, presenting it to her. "Not yet. Just remove it." Denise said, already leaving the room. Andrea unsnapped it and dropped it on her outfit on the floor. "Bring your chocolate." Denise called back. Andrea retrieved her cup and followed. Her hopes rising as she followed her into her bedroom. "Sit down there." Denise said, pointing at a chair. Andrea sat submissively. Denise sat in the chair before the computer. She turned on the monitor and called up the folder she had on Andrea. "Three years ago, in the second week of October, your parents traveled to Cincinati together, leaving you alone in the house with your brother Bobby. Bobby was a POW in the Viet Nam war. He was undoubtedly tortured very badly. The result of that is that he lives a very strict routine at your house. He rises every morning and exercises. Eats the same foods every day except possibly at evening meal with the family. Then he will eat what he is served if it is prepaired and in his spot before he sits down, otherwise he makes himself a salad and will push aside any other offers of food. He practices Tai Chi in the afternoons and meditates before a shrine in your back yard every morning. He does these two things rain or shine, blizzard or heat He also runs morning and evening, rain or shine. He reads on the weekends and watches television on the weekdays. He speaks to no one. He will react to no one. .... except you. Durring that week he took your virginity. He made *you* his slave. You are *still* his slave. He strictly maintains his rituals at all times except when both your parents are out of town. Then you two *make love*. You do it night and day. You have licked his ass and tasted his shit. You would die for him, gladly. You are in love with him." Denise said, reading. She looked over at Andrea and she had tears pouring from her eyes. "Yes... all that you say is true.... except that I took my own virginity, gladly upon his manhood. He taught me to be a master. My deflowering marked my graduation. It was the most pleasurable moment of my life. I am devoted to him body and soul." Andrea replied, her lip quivering. "You said you were devoted to me body and soul. Will you attempt to serve two masters?" Denise asked. Andrea suddenly looked paniced. *Would Denise deny her Bobby?* He had said that she would require great sacrifice. But this was the greatest sacrifice that could be asked of her. He had also stated that the greater the sacrifice she demanded of her, the greater the reward would be. The greater the master she would become. She had tears in her eyes when she finally spoke. "Bobby is my greatest joy in life. But if it is your bidding that I not pair with him, then this I shall do. It is the greatest sacrifice that you could ask of me. I'd rather you bid me lay my hand upon your stove and leave it while it blackened my flesh. I would do that willingly rather than give him up. But I am pledged to you now. I beg you please do not ask this of me, for it would be the end of him. He has stated that his sole existence is for me. To deny him that would mean his demise, I will do it at thy bidding, I mearly inform you of the ramifications of that request." Andrea replied, looking at the floor, tears dripping from her face and over her bare breasts. Denise had not expected that reply. She wasn't sure how to proceed. She was way out of her league and she knew it. She thought it best to leave the situation as it was until she could seek help to better deal with it. "No, for now you will continue as you have been. I will not waste a good life on my whims..... Look at me, meet my eyes." Denise said, removing her glasses and setting them aside. Andrea lifted her head, now greatfull beyond words. Her eyes met Denise's emerald pools and began to sink into them. She felt the desires of her heart flare like gasoline on a fire. "I love you." she said, her voice quivering, but her eyes locked to Denise's. Denise didn't know what force drove her. She moved as in a trance as she bent toward Andrea. The girls eyes closed at the last moment before their lips met. Denise kissed her as softly as she knew how and felt Andrea's whole body quivering with desire through her lips. Denise deepened the kiss and Andrea responded joyfully. Soon the kiss was deep and passionate. It was like a quenching ice bath to the yearning fire of Andrea's soul. She felt her whole body quiver and suddenly her abdomen contracted in a gentle but gripping orgasm as the moan of delight passed her lips through the kiss. Denise held her head tenderly, guiding the kiss. First deep and passionate, then soft and tender. She slid her lips around and sucked on Andrea's tongue. She was abandon to the sheer pleasure of the kiss. It touched something inside her that had never been touched by another. And Denise realized the depth of her own desire for the girl. A moment later her own orgasm struck. Her body convulsed heavily as she fought to maintain the kiss. Her moan joined by Andrea again experiencing another orgasm. Denise finally guided the kiss into tender softness. Their lips sliding softly over each others, just barely touching. A last nibble at the corner of her lips and then Denise pulled back. Her own body quivering. Andrea looked at her in total awe. If there had been any queston at all of her love and devotion for Denise, it had vanished with that kiss. It was the single most pleasurable experience of her life, including losing her virginity to Bobby. Not that the orgasms were as strong or a numerous, but the effect of them was more devistating. What she felt was pure bliss. Joy beyond her dreams seemed to embrace her body like as second skin. She felt light as a feather and giddy as a drunk. Denise reached and removed the collar from around Andrea's neck, she cast it aside as irrelivent. "That is all the leash I need. You are mine." Denise heard herself say. Andrea with a look of blissful submission upon her face nodded to her. "I am yours. For all time if you will have me." she said, surprising even herself. "I have not decided to take you as a pupil as yet. That was simply evidence of your submissiveness to me. But I will consider your request. There are things I desire you to perform before I accept you as a pupil." Denise said. "Name them, please." Andrea asked, still quivering. "One, the tape of Cindy and you at your cabin. I wish it, all copies of it." Denise said. Andrea stood and retrieved her backpack. She pulled out the tape and handed it to Denise. "I anticipated your request. She is now yours. Here also are photographs I took of you and Coach Hart, with the negatives." Andrea said, handing them over. Denise took the items and set them aside. She noticed how Andrea quivered with desire. "Are you distressed?" Denise asked. "I burn with desire for you. I await your bidding." Andrea said, shivering with desire. "I am not ready to take you yet. You may lie on the bed and relieve yourself if you wish." Denise replied. Andrea grinned at her and crawled up onto the bed. The sight of her svelt nude body almost too much temptation for Denise to bear. What Andrea did did nothing to relieve Denise's own desires. She pointed her hips at Denise and began to finger her womanhood. Her fingers teasing her nipples as she looked hungrily at Denise. Denise felt herself flush with desire. But she could not look away. She watched as Andrea brought herself to three massive orgasms. "That's enough for now. That should abate your desires for the moment." Denise said, shakily. Andrea stopped. Her breathing heavy in her chest. Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped for breath. Her hands now forced to her sides. Her pussy still open and now visibly wet to Denise. Denise moved as in a dream. She stood and slowly removed her clothes. Andrea's eyes now riveted to her. Drinking in every square inch of skin as it was revealed. Denise didn't know what she was doing, or care. She was abandon to her own desires. She removed her sports bra and her large breasts hung free before her. She pushed her panties to the floor and stood nude before the girl. Andrea gulped, her eyes riveted to the lovliness before her. Though she had seen it before in the shower at school, it was all the more real and desireable to her at that moment. Denise crawled up beside her on the bed, softly tracing her fingertips over Andrea's young body as she moved. Andrea's hips arched in orgasm from her touch and a moan of pleasure escaped her lips. Then Denise pulled her into her arms. Their nude bodies met and Andrea swooned in the moment of the beginning of her rebirth. They made love. As sweet and tender as Denise knew how. Her touch elicited orgasm after orgasm from the young girl. Tears flowed from Andrea's eyes as she fought for each gasping breath. Denise kissed them away. Savoring each drop upon her tongue until she licked at Andrea's eyes. Then Andrea moved to please her. Following her lead, she was as gentle as she knew how to be. Denise moved around and tasted Andrea's womanhood. Savoring the flavor upon her tongue as Andrea's tongue touched her between her legs and entered into her vagina. They didn't talk. They didn't get out of bed. They made love for four hours without stopping. Each moment as soft and tender as Andrea had ever known. She hadn't understood what Bobby had told her about tenderness until the first moment of Denise's first kiss. Now it echoed through her soul. It was a powerful force, much more powerfull than the petty, trivial games she had played with Cindy. Denise was indeed a great master. Perhaps the greatest on earth. Finally Denise sat back against her headboard with Andrea snuggled to her like a baby. Her body between Denise's legs. Her face snuggled to Denise's breasts. Andrea kissed one of them softly. Then she finally spoke. "I did not know. I had no clue it could be like this. You have shown me kindness beyond measure. I have not deserved to know this. I have been a fool, thinking I was worthy of your love." Andrea said, soflty. "I will love, whomever I choose to love. It is not your place to tell me that." Denise told her. "Yes, my love. I am sorry." Andrea said, quivering against her. "For your information, I do love you. It is not possible to do as we just did without love. This was the test I chose of your sincerity. There is no possible way you could have faked your responses. There is no possible way you could make me feel what you did without loving me body and soul. I have shown you a great secret. The secret that the master is also the slave to the slave. The greatest master is the greatest slave. We are now bonded together for life. We are slaves to each other. Given that, the only way we can serve each other, is through mutual respect. I will accept you as my pupil. I will be a hard taskmaster. You will grow into the finest woman that you can possibly be under my tutelage. We will make love when I desire, you will not utter a word of complaint when I do not take you when you desire. Nobody will know of our union unless I deem they should know. You will follow my instructions to the letter and you will not complain. If I see a hint of your insincerity I will throw you to the wolves. You may continue to see Bobby as you have been. But you will take extra precautions when you make love to him. Should you become pregnant by him you are forever banned from my presence. A deformed child is the greatest disrespect you could show me. It is a disrespect to me, to the child, to yourself and to Bobby. You will *not* become pregnant if you have to put ten rubbers on him with spemicide over every layer. You will take the pill and use other contraceptives as well. You will maintain the highest academic record that you can possibly maintian. You will take no other slaves while you are my pupil. I may at my whim assign you as slave to others. You will do as they bid as if it were I who bid it. I will not assign you to those I feel unworhty. I have my purpose, which is no concern of yours. Each I assign you to will teach you a lesson I wish you to learn. You will attend counselling from a person I deem fit for it. You will tell her everything she asks. You will do as she says. You will endevour always to better yourself as a person. You will be respectful of your elders. You will be respectfull of other peoples feelings. You will not use profanity. You will keep yourself hygenically clean. You will eat healthy foods and exercise. You will exercise your mind at every opportunity. You will learn. You will grow. You will blossum into an outstanding individual. I will accept no less. Do you agree to my terms?" Denise asked. "Oh yes! Glady! I love you beyond measure. I will do anything you say." Andrea replied, weeping with joy against her breast. "Fine. At school you will be cordial toward Cindy. You will treat her with respect. Where do your parents think you are now?" Denise asked. "At our cabin, alone. Until Sunday night. There is no phone there, they may call my cellular from time to time to check on me. They have not dropped in on me unannounced *ever*." Andrea replied. "Fine. But that is no guarantee that they will not. Even if they discover your absence, you will not tell them of me. You will tell no one of me, unless I tell you to." Denise told her. "Bobby will know of you. He knows that I have recognized you as my next master. He fortold of you. He said you would be a woman. He said you would be a great master. Greater than him. You are... perhaps the greatest on earth. I have shown him the pictures of you. He approaves of you with all his heart." Andrea said. "Tell me about Bobby. Tell me every thing. I want to hear every single thing you can remember about that week. I want you to tell me every word of his that you can remember." Denise said. "I am sworn to secrecy. To tell you would mean that I am banned from him. I would cease to be his sister. He would die." Andrea replied. "*No*, he would *not*. You would not. I have shown you that I know of your secret already. You have agreed to tell all to me and to whom I deem you tell it. Has not Bobby said that I would be a greater master than he? Have you not admitted that when I first mentioned him? Do you think he doesn't know that you will tell me? That I already know? No... perhaps you are not ready." Denise said. "Yes, I am.. What you say makes sense. He will have forseen this. I am sorry. I will tell you." Andrea said, quivering against her. "Not that it is your business, but I will tell you why I wish to hear. I care for Bobby as well. He has taught you much, but he suffers much pain himself. I wish to help him with that. I know you do too. I need to understand *exactly* everything about him. I need to understand exactly everything about you if I am to teach you. I need to know all that you know. I need to understand all that you feel. Your telling me is the first step in that understanding. I know that some of it may be painful for you to tell me. I need to know it anyway. I need you to be as strong as I know you are. Tell me all about it. I will not think you less of a person for what I hear. I will not think Bobby less of a person. I will tape your story so that I may study it in depth. In that closet there, on the top shelf is my camcorder. Set it on the desk facing us and turn it on. There is a fresh tape in it and the battery's are charged. It will record for two hours." Denise told her. Andrea stepped off the bed and did as she bid. She quivered a bit, but found she wanted to tell. She *needed* to tell it. She climbed back onto the bed and into Denise's arms. "Now kiss me softly, nestle your head upon my breasts and take your time." Denise told her, soflty. Andrea lifted her head and quivered as she kissed her tenderly. Then she nestled her head against Denise's breasts and began. She told Denise of the entire week. Every detail she could remember. How she felt, what he said, what her impressions were. At times she wept and shivered against her. At times she was joyous in her telling. Denise patiently listened to the hell the girl had been through. She held and comforted her as she told the story. She talked for the entire two hours. Denise had her change the tape and battery and continue. Andrea did, happily. She nestled back against her breasts and continued her story. Then she told Denise about her early attempts to enslave others. How she had failed. Her tearfull plea to Bobby for help. The book he had guided her to. How she had studied it. How she had met Cindy and exactly how she had proceeded, step by step to enslave her. What she really felt for Cindy. How she truly loved her. What her eventual goals were for her. She told her of their last weekend at her cabin. Exactly what she had done to Cindy. She told her of all her times with Bobby. Exaclty what they had done and what he said. How she felt about it at each stage. Finally she told her of her plans for her. How she knew about her and Betty and how she had planned to blackmail them with the pictures she had. She brought her up to the moment when Denise had come running up to the clearing and stopped. Denise asked her then to tell her everything she had felt at each moment up to the present. Andrea did. Denise asked her to tell her everything she could think of about Bobby. To try to see his side as he did each thing to her. She wept, but continued. She talked until she was hoarse and exhausted. Finally she ran down. "That is everything. I can think of no more." Andrea said, snuggled against her breasts. She seemed shaken to her core. Her eyes almost vacant, but she seemed somehow relieved, as if a great weight had been lifted from her. She felt light and giddy. "You have done well, my love. I am pleased by your strength. Now kiss me tenderly and lay down and sleep. I will hold you in my arms and caress you softly with my fingertips as the warm mist of sleep envelopes you. You will wake up tomorrow in my arms and your new life will begin. I love you." Denise told her. Andrea shivered in her arms. She kissed Denise tenderly. A tear rolled down her cheek and Denise kissed it away. Then Denise pulled the cover up over her and tenderly caressed her to sleep. "Thank you.... I love you." Andrea murmered as she drifted off. Denise held her to her for a long time. Kissing her forehead from time to time. That was the last view as the second tape ran out and the Camcorder shut itself off. When Andrea was breathing regularly and easily, Denise gently eased her down in bed. She tucked the covers around her and softly kissed her on the lips. Then she left the room, donning her robe. She called Betty and told her all about it. "My god. You can't take the whole world upon your shoulders, Denise." Betty finally said. "No, but I can't turn my back on her anymore than I could Cindy either." Denise replied. "But you don't have Andrea's parents permission. They could skin you alive in court. They'd put you in jail." Betty said. "I know. That's a risk I'm going to have to take. I could use your help... please." Denise asked, soflty. "Alright. You know I'd do anything for you. If we burn we burn together." Betty told her. "I love you beyond words. I can only hope they put us in the same cell." Denise replied. "What do you need, my love?" Betty asked. "For now, just your support. Just knowing you are behind me makes it easier. For the time being I think it best that we keep June out of this. No need for us all to burn. But I have an idea it might just all work out for the best. I think it will help both Cindy and Andrea. How about next weekend I send Andrea over there for dinner on Saturday night and Cindy and I drop in? I don't have the room or the privacy for what I have in mind here." Denise asked. "Okay... I think I see your plan... It's crazy enough it might just work. June will be broken up about losing her Saturday night though." Betty chuckled. "Give her both my Thursday and the following Monday. That way she gets to wake up in your arms both Friday morning and Monday morning." Denise suggested. "Yeah, she'll like that. But when do I get to feel you in my arms?" Betty asked. "Tomorrow night. Then the rest of the week to Thursday morning.... I need it myself quite badly." Denise said, softly. "I await you in my arms. Till that moment, my love. I love you." Betty said. "I love you too. Bye." Denise told her, hanging up the phone. Denise sat there a moment looking into space, thinking. It was crazy. It was stupid. It was dangerous. And it just might work. She got up and fixed herself a light dinner. It was late. She fixed a plate for Andrea and left it in the fridge with a note that she should help herself should she wake up. She ate her meal, brushed her teeth and showered. Then slipped into bed next to Andrea. Andrea stirred a bit and rolled into her arms. She was back breathing regularly with a peacefull look upon her face as Denise slipped into sleep herself. --------------------------------------------------- End of section of Savant. Post comments to: deanajohns@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----