Date: Fri, 15 Jul 2005 19:36:20 -0400
From: Roxanne Appleby <roxanneappleby@hotmail.com>
Subject: Susans Teen Lust Satisfied Pt. 2: Susans College Nights

Dear Reader:

If you are enjoying the saga of Susan, please write and tell me! Comments
from readers are worth their weight in gold, and are what motivated me to
provide this second installment.

Love,

Roxanne


Susan's Teen Lust Satisfied, Part 2: Susan's College Nights

by Roxanne Appleby

Preface

As we learned in Part One, Susan Smith is a wealthy 28-year-old lesbian
whose greatest thrill in life is to seduce teen girls, introducing them to
the joys of girl-girl sex.

Susan's lesbian career began in high school, but she really came of age as a
connoisseur of Sapphic sex while in college. That process started with
Susan's seduction at the hands -- and lips - of the dyke-ish Laura. This led
to an emotionally uplifting (and sexually satisfying) experience with the
darling 17-year-old Kelly, and to one of the most erotic nights of Susan's
life: An incredible lesbian orgy involving six beautiful, lusty young
college girls.


Susan is taken by an "Amazon"

     When Susan was in college she tried to avoid those huge undergrad
classes where a full blown professor lectures to several hundred students,
but the only two-way contact students have with an instructor is in
"discussion sections" led by a graduate student "teaching assistant." She
found the lectures to be quite excellent, but dealing with overworked and
underpaid grad students in the discussion sections was fraught with hazards.
These individuals often took out their frustrations on undergrads, and the
quality of their instruction was spotty at best.

     However, it was not possible or even desirable to avoid all such
classes, and in the first semester of Susan's sophomore year, when she was
still just 19-years-old, she found herself in such an environment after
signing up for Anthropology 101. Her discussion section was led by a
25-year-old grad student who was the first "bull dyke" type lesbian Susan
had ever met. Not to overstate the woman's persona -- she didn't wear
motorcycle leathers or men's clothing or anything like that, but she did
have a crewcut, wore no makeup and made no secret of her sexuality.

     True to Susan's past experience, this woman, whose name was Laura, did
not have much patience for the undergrads in her section, and even tended to
bully those who didn't toe the line, meaning that they did not passively go
along with whatever interpretation of the week's readings Laura was
promoting. Naturally, this always meant viewing the material through the
lens of the "cult of race, class and gender" that was absolute dogma with 97
percent of the liberal arts faculty at the prestigious state university.
Even though she was already a confirmed lesbian herself, Susan found this
unidimensional view of the world banal and absurd.

     In addition to her tedious orthodoxy, Susan's "instructor" was
physically intimidating. She was big -- over six feet tall, but had a womanly
body that was nicely proportioned: large hips, big shoulders, strong legs.
In a word, statuesque. Laura was good looking, too, with a pretty face that
her crewcut and lack of makeup could not hide. Naturally, even though Laura
was about 180 degrees opposite of the type of woman that Susan usually found
herself attracted to, she could not help but to wonder what sex would be
like with such an amazon.

     Susan kept a low profile in the class, performing well on tests and
papers as usual, making the minimum number of participatory comments in
discussions, and these were always perceptive and on-point. She figured that
her mostly-idle curiosity about sex with Laura would go unsatisfied, because
it was not deep enough to motivate her to follow up by seeking any more
extensive engagement with the woman beyond that necessary for class. Susan
had not counted on the instigation coming from the other side, however.
Laura must have noticed Susan looking at her from time to time with a
curiosity that went beyond the family arrangements of the Yanamamo Indians,
or other material examined in the class. About half way through the
semester, after of one the twice-a-week sessions, Laura asked Susan to
follow her back to the little cubbyhole that  served as her office. There,
Laura basically asked Susan for a date, although she did not put it in those
terms. She just invited Susan to join her at one of the popular campus beer
joints on Friday night "for a coupla' brewskies."

     Now, Laura had no idea that Susan was a lesbian. Unlike herself, Susan
gave no outward indication of her sexual preference. Not only did Susan not
dress in any way that was overtly "queer," compared to most of her fellow
students she was positively elegant. Susan was rich, enjoyed fine things,
and saw no reason not to dress in a classy yet understated "preppy-couture"
manner. Susan's spiritual guides in terms of style and appearance were
Sharon Stone, Audrey Hepburn, and Grace Kelly -- not Brittney or Madonna or,
God forbid, Courtney Love.

     She had not gained much from living with her gay uncle Henry for five
years, but one thing she did acquire was a sense of style. Susan remembered
her mom saying one time before the accident in which she died, "Gays OWN
taste." Susan had understood this to mean that many homosexual men were
highly tuned in and accomplished on matters of fashion and style, which like
many stereotypes about particular groups, held a kernel of truth. Uncle
Henry evidenced this in his own life, and although she and he interacted
little, one area where they did exchange opinions and observations was
"haute couture" and how the "stars" dressed and carried themselves in
public. A few times they watched "Awards" programs on television, and Susan
was hugely impressed by Henry's very well informed commentary on what
participants of both sexes wore, ranging from scathing condemnation to
fulsome praise. Susan subscribed to a couple fashion magazines, and Henry
occasionally would glance through these, passing on more insights to his
wealthy niece.

     These lessons "stuck," and Susan never felt a need or desire to
dress-down in the typical faux-bohemianism of middle class American college
students. She was rich and beautiful, and liked to look the part. Add to
this her healthy, athletic "California girl" good looks, and there was no
reason for anyone to suspect that Susan's sexuality was anything but
conventional.

     That's the way she liked it. Wearing alternative sexuality on her
sleeve did not fit with Susan's deeply private nature. Also, she LIKED being
a girl, and looking like one. To her, girl-girl sex was exciting because it
involved two unapologetically-female females coming together in an
unexpectedly intimate physical interaction. She didn't understand the whole
"butch-femme" thing, as least in terms of the physical appearance aspect. On
the other had, Susan did prefer to take an almost aggressive role in her
affairs, and she was most attracted to timid girls that she could dominate.
Girls totally unlike Laura, that is. Susan could easily imagine that Laura
WAS into the butch-femme thing, however.

    After her freshman year in the girl's dorm, Susan had gotten her own
apartment, and had decided to experiment with different lifestyles. So, when
Laura asked her out she decided to give it a shot. She said "yes" to Laura,
but gave the woman no indication that she was an experienced lesbian. Laura
no doubt thought that she would have the opportunity to introduce a rich
hetero -- who was maybe a little curious -- to the mysteries of lesbian sex.

     Susan played it straight, so to speak, and enjoyed the fact that she
was perpetrating a deception on the bullying grad student. There were almost
30 undergrads in the discussion section Laura led, and about 20 of them were
women. Laura had already "hit on" a couple of these, and Susan feared that
it was no coincidence that that other objects of Laura's attentions were
girls who were struggling with the class. She suspected that there might be
a little sexual blackmail going on, so putting one over on the big woman
appealed to Susan's sense of justice.

     Anyway, the time for the "date" arrived, and Susan joined Laura at the
student bar. They talked, and had a couple beers, and as she got to know
Laura a bit Susan felt a bit more sympathetic. Laura poured out her tale of
woe, describing how PhD candidates like herself were exploited by the
tenured professors, who used them to do mass quantities of drudge work on
their own research projects, AND to lead overcrowded discussion sections. In
addition to the twice weekly class sessions, the teaching assistants had to
read and grade undergrad tests and papers, many of these shockingly bad,
even at this elite institution. All for insultingly low pay, and while the
grad student was attempting to pursue her own studies. It was no wonder that
Laura was frazzled, and took out some of her frustrations on the undergrads.
Susan did not acquit the woman of the suspected sexual blackmail, however.

     After they had had a couple of drinks, Laura asked Susan if she wanted
to go back to her apartment. Susan played dumb.

     "How come?" she asked.

     "I dunno -- it's kinda noisy here. I figure we could talk, and I have
some good CDs too. Do you like Techno?" Laura asked.

     In fact, Susan did like Techno, but she had no illusion that music was
what Laura really had in mind. So she said, "Yeah, OK."

     Laura's apartment was a tiny one-bedroom in a grad student housing
complex. The two women sat on the couch, and the conversation became more
personal.

     "Susan -- I can't help noticing that you look at me with curiously in
class sometimes. That's why I asked you to join me tonight, because I'm
curious about why you're curious."

     "Gosh, Laura, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. It's just that -- well
-- you're the first woman I've ever known who, uh, looks like you. I don't
mean that you're big, but . . ." Her face turned red at her unusual
uncouthness.

     Laura laughed. "You mean I look like a dyke! Right, Susan?"

     Susan was embarrassed, not by the sexuality reference, but at being so
transparent. "Yeah, I guess so."

     "Susan, have you ever had any kind of sexual experience with another
woman?"

     There is was -- the invitation Susan had expected. Despite her total
lack of surprise, Susan's face grew even more heated and red at the
question. She wasn't used to being the "pursued" instead of the "pursuer" in
such exchanges! Susan didn't want to lie, so instead she told a partial
truth.

     "When I was 15, a girlfriend and I practiced kissing . . ." Susan
affected hesitancy in her reply, giving no indication that what she
described was the opening move in her own seduction of the her first lesbian
lover, timid little Becky.

     "Did you like it?" Laura asked. Susan tried to look embarrassed, and
again she had to act, because once she recovered her balance after being
caught out over her curiosity about Laura's appearance and persona, she was
not at all shy about the turn the conversation had taken. But she didn't
want to let Laura know that., so she answered hesitantly.

     "Er, yeah, I guess. Her lips were soft . . . it was nice . . ."

     "Would you like to `practice kissing' with me?" Laura asked.

     Susan said nothing, and remained totally passive, leaving the ball
completely in Laura's court. She didn't have to wait long. Taking her silent
"maybe" as a "yes," Laura leaned forward and put her lips on Susan's. The
first kiss was chaste and brief, as Laura gauged Susan's reaction. Susan
remained passive, which again the older woman took as permission to be more
aggressive. She again leaned forward, and this time when their lips med,
Laura slipped Susan a little tongue.

     Now, it may seem odd, but in the slightly less than four years since
she had seduced Becky, Susan had only had sex with three other girls. In
each case, Susan had been the aggressor, and had seduced girls who were
younger, or more timid, or less popular than herself. In fact, Laura was the
first woman that Susan had ever met besides herself that she knew for
certain was also a lesbian. Her exclusive, private high school had been
quite small, and Susan's other opportunities for social interaction were
rather limited. In college she found herself part of a much larger society,
and she had suspected one or two of the girls in hall adjacent to hers in
the dorm the year before might have "swung both ways," but she had never had
the opportunity to find out. Also, given that her tastes ran to timid girls
she could seduce and dominate, Susan just had not sought out the company of
her own kind. Avowed lesbians, that is.

     So, being kissed by Laura was an entirely new situation for Susan. And
- that fit in with her program of lifestyle experimentation. Still, she
chose to maintain the passive role, and see what lesbian sex was like from
the perspective of the "hunted" instead of the "hunter."

     Laura was a good kisser. Despite her passive mien Susan found herself
getting excited when the woman's soft tongue probed into her own mouth,
tentatively, then more aggressively when she met no resistance. Before long
Laura had taken Susan into her strong arms and was embracing her as she
applied lips and tongue with good effect.

     Susan was determined to keep her cool, though, and to make Laura do all
the "work." So she only responded after several minutes of diligent kissing
by Laura, when to not respond at all would have sent an unambiguous message
of "No, no!" instead of "Maybe, maybe!" Then, Susan did so by engaging in
just the least bit of tongue-dueling on her own. That was all Laura needed --
from that point her actions became more straightforwardly sexual.

     She began by applying her mouth sensuously to Susan's neck and ears,
nibbling and pecking in a soft circuit around the sensitive flesh of those
areas. Laura's hands began to roam also. One reached down Susan's back and
slid in under the waistband of her stylish skirt, making a reconnaissance
probe just to the top of her fit and attractive rear end, where the
between-cheek crease was born just below the base of the spine. With this
hand Laura pulled Susan in closer, sliding her own large body down the couch
and turning onto her side a bit in an effort to engineer a little hip-to-hip
contact.

     Susan was enjoying herself tremendously, and on several levels. It was
great fun to be putting one over on the bullying instructor, who thought she
was breaking in a newcomer to the ways of lesbian sex. Also, being passive
putty in the big hands of this large and dominant woman was so different
from Susan's usual role in sexual affairs, and that added a definite element
of exotic spice to the encounter. In some ways, it really WAS like the first
time for Susan, because in every one of her sexual experiences so far SHE
had been the one "putting on the moves." Finding herself so much out of
character generated some of that "forbidden fruit" sensation that was one of
the elements of lesbian love in general that made her blood pound with
excitement.

     Laura's size added to all of this. At 5'8'' and with a perfectly
proportioned figure, Susan was just a bit above the median in terms of the
average size for American women, and the handful of girls she had been to
bed with were all smaller than herself. At well over six-feet tall and with
her powerful, statuesque physique, Laura towered over Susan, and now Susan
felt like a doll in the big woman's arms. None of this was anything Susan
would want to make a habit of, but in the sense of "a change is as good as a
vacation," this sidetrack from her usual preferences was an undeniable
turn-on.

     Most elementally, she WAS getting turned on, because for all her
intimidating size and dyke-ish persona, Laura was turning out to be a gentle
and skillful lover. The hand that had slipped under Susan's waist band in
back had made its way lower, and was now softly kneading the cheeks of her
rear end, and lightly caressing her butt crack. Laura's neck- and
ear-nuzzling was reaching lower down Susan's chest, and the big woman had
unfastened the top two buttons of her silk blouse, gaining access to the
sensitive skin in Susan's cleavage. Laura kept retreating to Susan's mouth,
where she continued her sensuous, deeply probing French kisses. Susan began
launching a few probes of her own, and for a while the two women's lips were
locked together as their tongues intertwined energetically, taking turns
launching forays into the other's mouth.

     Laura's busy hands stayed active, the one in back reaching even lower
to caress the soft dimples between Susan's perfect ass cheeks and shapely
thighs, the other working lose a couple more buttons on the front of Susan's
blouse. When Laura again lowered her mouth to Susan's chest, her access to
soft titflesh was much improved, and she used this to bombard the tops and
cleavage-sides of the smaller woman's ample breasts with a barrage of soft,
wet kisses.

     Both women were breathing heavily now, and events had arrived at that
pass where stealthy unbuttonings and reaching under clothing could go no
further: Either the passive partner would get up, redress her dishabille and
go home, or . . . coyness would go out the window, clothing would start
coming off, and neither party would be able to evade a very conscious and
forthright acknowledgement and acceptance of the seduction that was well
underway. Susan wasn't going anywhere, so the first option was off the
table, but she maintained her passive role and waited for Laura's next move.
This wasn't long in coming.

     The big woman withdrew her hand from under Susan's skirt, lifted her
head from her breasts, and looked her straight in the eyes, saying nothing,
but inviting protest from the other, while she undid the remaining buttons
on the front of the long-sleeved blouse, and then undid the buttons at the
wrists. She received no protest. Laura took Susan's upper arm in her hand,
lifting it, and tugging the sleeve down and away. She repeated the action on
the other side, and lifted the garment from Susan's shoulders, leaving her
clad from the waist up in just a skimpy fashion bra. Laura again lowered her
lips to Susan's, and pulled out all the stops in her lovely, sensuous
kissing technique, while reaching behind and unhitching the clasp of the
brassiere. When it came lose, the straps fell from Susan's shoulders, and
she found herself fully exposed from the waist up, in the arms if this
powerful amazon.

     Laura exploited this by lifting a large hand to one of Susan's breasts
and cupping it gently. Susan had perfect size-C breasts, not small by any
means, but Laura's hand was large enough to all but completely contain first
one, then the other soft mammary. She brought her other hand into play and,
cupping both bouncy globes, lowered her lips to Susan's chest and began
laying a trail of kisses across the tops of her breasts, in the deep valley
between, around the sinuous curves of the undersides, up the sides, and
spiraling around each nipple as the powerful yet gentle hands continued to
knead and caress. Laura returned briefly to Susan's mouth for a quick tongue
penetration, then the woman's stiffened lips were on Susan's nipples,
tugging at the them dryly at first, then parting and taking the entire
nipple and areola into her mouth. Then she went to work with tongue and
teeth, tweaking, nibbling, lightly nipping, slurping loudly, sucking softly,
then hard, then scraping her teeth across the puffy surface of Susan's
areola, and then sucking some more.

     Susan lay back and soaked up the stimulation to her breasts, happily
thinking, "Wow! For an exploited grad student teaching assistant, Laura sure
has found some time to perfect her nipple sucking techniques!" All of this
tit action was sending urgent messages along the hotline that connected
Susan's clit to nipple, and forgetting her resolution to be passive, her
hands rose to the back of Laura's head, pulling the woman's face more
tightly against her breasts.

     Needless to say, Laura was getting very excited herself, and enjoyed
doing the tit-sucking as much as Susan enjoyed receiving it. She was
savoring the satisfaction of the hunter who has successfully completed the
stalk and is preparing to go in for the kill. Also, not knowing that Susan
was herself an experienced lesbian, the thrill of "popping a new girl's
cherry" was adding profoundly to her excitement. Psychologically, the
frazzled grad student was enjoying her moment of power over a beautiful but
lowly-on-the-academic-pecking-order undergrad, especially this aloof "rich
bitch" who dressed and acted like she thought she was better than all the
rest of us "working stiffs." Mostly, though, she was just enjoying sucking
Susan's lovely tits, and was looking forward to drinking in all the other
pleasures the elegant young woman's body had to offer.

     Laura's hands had gone wandering again, and were at the clasp on the
side of Susan's expensive wool skirt. She successfully unfastened it, and
tugged the garment out from under the smaller woman's fine ass and down her
well-toned legs, leaving the college sophomore clad in just a pair of filmy
panties. At this point, the vulnerability of her near nakedness in contrast
to Laura's still fully clothed state caused a minor panic attack in Susan,
and she abandoned her passive role for a moment.

     "Wait!" she said, lifting Laura's head from her breasts. Susan looked
the woman briefly in the eyes, and then lowered her gaze to her large chest
and tentatively reached out one hand to feel one of Laura's fully clothed
breasts. She massaged it for a moment, and then returned her gaze to Laura's
eyes. Laura got the wordless message. She lifted her own pullover shirt over
her head, exposing a pair of breasts that were about the same size as
Susan's but seemed much smaller attached as they were to the woman's massive
frame. Laura reached behind her back and undid the strap of her own bra,
pulling it off and freeing her own breasts. Susan again reached out a hand,
and feigning shyness, gingerly felt one breast, then the other. Eager to get
back in the driver's seat and avoid any further interruptions, Laura stood
and unfastened her tight jeans, working them over her womanly hips and
sliding them down her long, muscular legs. Susan was relieved to see that
the woman was wearing regular panties, albeit the large, full coverage kind,
and not boxer shorts or jockeys or some other bull dyke affectation. That
would have been a real turn off.

     Laura sat back down, then maneuvered her massive frame over Susan,
pushing the young woman back onto the couch, and pressing her nude skin down
onto that of the smaller undergrad. Despite her submissive posture, and now
all but blanketed under the mass of the near-nude amazon's impressively
large body, redressing the clothed/unclothed mismatch had nipped in the bud
Susan's momentary panic attack. Being dominated by a giant dyke was one
thing, and Susan was willing to appreciate and even savor the peculiar
thrills that such physical vulnerability created. But the psychological
vulnerability of being all but naked while the other woman remained fully
clothed was something else again. This notwithstanding the fact that Susan
maintained her own psychological high ground, never forgetting the trick she
was playing on Laura, letting the older woman think she was seducing a
trembling virgin to lesbian lust.

     Laura now resumed her tongue kisses on Susan's willing mouth, her
nuzzling of sensitive neck and ears, her fondling of soft breasts, and
suckling on tender nipples. Added to all this was the delicious skin-to-skin
contact along the full length of their nearly naked bodies, separated in
only one critical area by two layers of filmy female panties. Laura added
another element of stimulation, placing a thigh against Susan's crotch and
gently grinding it against her vulva.

     Laura removed her lips from Susan's nipples and, scooting her body up,
lowered her own breasts onto the 19-year-old's face, swaying back and forth,
sliding the soft orbs heavily across Susan's features. Again going passive,
Susan forced the woman to lift and then drop a nipple squarely on her lips
before yielding by opening her mouth and taking it within. At that point
future passivity in this area was pointless, and Susan gave free reign to
her own titsucking enjoyment.

     Had she been more finely attuned to details, at this point Laura might
have entertained a first sneaking suspicion that she was being "had,"
because Susan's nipple sucking was anything but the fumblingly amateurish
first effort one would expect from a lesbian neophyte. Susan had done plenty
of titsucking with her previous partners, and been the happy recipient of
plenty of the same. She had taken careful note of what she liked and what
they liked, and had used her imagination to come up with new and different
ways to pleasure another woman's breasts. She did not hold back now, but
gave Laura the full benefit of her practiced skill.

     But Laura was not than finely attuned. She was lost in her own fog of
lesbian lust, having brought the seduction of what she thought to be a
lesbian virgin right to the threshold of consummation. She knew that her
tits were being sucked by a beautiful young woman, it felt very good, and
the fact that this was the undergrad's first experience of girl-girl sex --
Laura thought -- only made the experience more thrilling, and reduced her
critical capacity to note that, "Hey, this gorgeous young creature sure
sucks good tit for a first timer!"

     So, in a rather bizarre and perverse twist, everybody was happy. Laura,
because she was making love to a beautiful teenager and thought she was
breaking in a "newbie;" Susan because she was back onto the familiar ground
of good ol' deliciously sinful lesbian sex, an attractive woman's breasts
dangling in her face, nibbling and tweaking and biting and sucking the
nipples into erect super-sensitivity. Susan reached her hands up and
squeezed the low-hanging fruit, massaging and kneading the melons that were
much like her own in nominal size, but so curiously different in that their
relative size was so much smaller compared to the amazon's massive frame.
Laura's nipples were neither large nor small, with half-dollar sized areolae
and moderately prominent nubs, but again, given the woman's overall size,
they seemed small and delicate in comparison. Susan paid full homage by
giving them her best nipple sucking performance.

     Laura was almost, but not quite ready to "go for the gold." She wanted
to suck a little more tit herself, first, though. She awkwardly maneuvered
her upper body around and scrunched her head down so that she could take one
of Susan's nipples into her mouth while her own pair still dangled in the
younger girl's face. Susan had to switch nipples to accommodate this, but
then both women were suckling a breast of the other like a hungry babe, and
the clit-tit hotlines were carrying rush-hour level signal traffic.

     But having come this far, and being so close to her goal, Laura could
not postpone the final act for long. Reluctantly, pulled her nipple away
from Susan's mouth, removed her own mouth from the younger girl's nipple,
and began kissing a trail across the teen's flat abdomen to the promised
land below. Susan took a deep breath -- this was IT! -- her first time as the
object of and holy grail at the end of a lesbian seduction, rather than the
instigator of one. She was relishing the unfamiliar role, and was not at all
unhappy at the idea that all she had to do was lie back passively and allow
her growing physical need to be assuaged.

     Laura had reached the waistband of Susan's panties, and did not
hesitate in tugging them down. Susan helped in the most minimal way
possible, lifting her butt ever so slightly at that point where just to have
laid there would have caused the knickers to get into an uncomfortable
twist. Laura slid the slinky undergarment down Susan's shapely legs and over
her well-pedicured feet, letting them drop onto the couch. She beheld the
beautiful, fully stripped teenager reclined on her couch, and her heart
skipped a beat with her admiration. Susan was a prize catch in anyone's book
-- young, beautiful, a perfect body, healthy, sleek, smart, lively and
sociable. Laura thanked her lucky stars, nudged Susan's thighs apart, and
without further ado, placed her mouth on the girl's sex.

     Or rather, placed the girl's sex IN her mouth. Like everything else
about her, Laura's mouth was large, and her first act in performing
cunnilingus on the elegant 19-year-old was to open her mouth wide and cover
as much of Susan's vulva as possible, which was pretty much all of it. Susan
squirmed in pleasure and surprise under the soft, wet warm caress, passivity
out the window now. She thrust her hips upward, helping the woman in her
attempt to swallow her sex whole, jamming it into the widely-parted lips.
Then Laura got down to business with a practiced, more conventional pussy
licking.

     Like much else about the encounter, in many ways this was another first
for Susan. Oh, her cunt had been well licked many times by her previous
lesbian lovers -- but not until she persuaded and taught them to do so. This
was the first time that Susan had ever been "taken" by an accomplished cunt
licker in her own right. Rather than reluctant, Laura was eager. Rather than
clumsy, she was skilled. And, in addition to her large mouth, she had
another asset:

     Susan almost came right then and there when Laura drove a stiffened
tongue deep into Susan's vagina. "My God," Susan thought to herself, "The
thing is huge! And long!" Actually, she had noticed this when being kissed
by Laura -- couldn't help but to notice it -- but for some reason she had not
connected the dots regarding the implications for receiving mouth-to-cunt
pleasuring from the woman. "Yippee," Susan thought. While Laura certainly
was not her ideal type of lover, THIS part she could get used to! Yes!

     Susan had temporarily abandoned passivity, had no choice, really, given
the marvelous slit licking she was receiving, but she was determined to draw
out the pleasure and make it last, so she made herself relax and settle in
as the object of some prolonged pussy eating. Laura did not disappoint. She
varied her deep tongue-fucking with slurpy, slathering tongue caresses over
the clit, up and down the labia, across the antipodes of perineum between
pussy and asshole, then back to the driving lingual penetration of slippery
vagina that was clearly the woman's specialty. Susan lapped it up.

     Well, LAURA lapped it up, but Susan savored what was probably the best
pussy licking that she had ever experienced. Not that she had any complaints
about her previous lovers. Indeed, much of the excitement Susan felt from
the illicit girl-girl sex she preferred came from breaking down the
resistance of a shocked adolescent female to the point where she was
reluctantly willing to perform the obscene act, then savoring the other's
embarrassment and shame as the trembling teen placed her mouth on another
woman's cunt -- Susan Smith's cunt, to be precise -- for the first time. Even
though there could only be one "first time" for any woman, Susan found that
all subsequent sex sessions with a particular girl were colored by the fact
that Susan HAD been her first, so, thankfully, the thrill never completely
went away.

     In this instance, Susan traded that thrill for the "convenience" of a
well-trained mouth eager to ply its skill on her sexual epicenter. The
massive tongue was an unexpected and welcome fringe benefit! For this time
at least, this was a tradeoff that Susan was more than willing to make. And
while the psychological thrill of feeding forbidden fruit to virgin lips may
have been missing, there was another little psychological bonus involved,
which was the deception being played on Laura.

     For Laura's part, the effect of being the object of that deception only
added to her own excitement. Like Susan, she got a huge thrill from
"deflowering" virgins to lesbian sex, and as far as she knew, this was the
first time that Susan Smith had ever felt the mouth of another woman on her
most private parts. Laura applied herself diligently to making sure that the
experience would be unforgettable for the young undergrad.

     It would be, but not for the reasons Laura thought. At her end, Susan
focused on drawing every speck of pleasure possible from the skilled lip
service being paid to her vulva. Laura had stamina as well as skill, and
kept up the pace of the energetic tongue-fucking and slavering clit licking,
varying the latter with a delicate and rapid little flick! flick! flick!
with the stiffened tip of her tongue, then drawing as much of the vulva as
she could into her mouth and applying alternating suction, pulling the
tender flesh in and out, forcing it to slide deliciously across the soft
inner surfaces of her lips.

     This particular action finally drove Susan over the edge, and she felt
herself rocked by one of the most physically satisfying orgasms she had ever
experienced. Laura gobbled up the flooding quim juice that Susan's release
had triggered, soaking her cheeks and chin even more than they already were.

     At last the waves of exquisite pleasure came to an end, and Susan lay
spent, enervated unto immobility as she always was by an orgasm. Laura
backed off from the now ultra-sensitive genitalia, and applied soft kisses
to Susan's inner thighs, cleaning off the slippery passion juice that that
had dripped down onto their silky surface. There really was not room on the
couch for the two of them to lie side by side, so Laura lowered herself to
the floor, and moved up to where she could embrace Susan's torso.  She
placed her head upon the reclining girl's shoulder.

     Susan was beginning to recover, but she did not indicate this to Laura
right away. That's because she had a decision to make, and wasn't sure what
she wanted to do. Naturally, Laura would be looking for some reciprocity,
and Susan had mixed feelings about whether to accommodate the woman. On one
hand, she loved to suck cunt, and was eager to apply her skills to this
oversized amazon's tender sex. Added to that, fair is fair, and Laura HAD
just given Susan the best Sapphic tongue lashing of her young life. But . .
. she could not forget how Laura bullied the other undergrads in her class,
and there was that sneaking suspicion about Laura perpetrating sexual
blackmail on struggling female students. She decided to just play it by ear,
but suspected that she would probably end up giving the big woman the thing
they both wanted -- lesbian cunnilingus.

     "Wow, Laura, that was really something," Susan said, speaking the plain
truth. "I never experienced anything like that."

     "Thanks, Susan. Believe me, the pleasure was mine!" Laura was being
sweet, and Susan figured the woman had just come a bit closer to getting
what she no doubt wanted, but had not yet asked for, either in words or
through nonverbal signals. Susan decided to muddy the water a bit:

     "Gosh, Laura -- I don't know about doing something like that myself,
though." Not quite the plain truth this time. Susan knew perfectly well
about doing something like that, she just wasn't sure about doing it right
here and right now with this woman.

     "Oh, that's OK Susan. Of course I would love it if you wanted to, but I
know it's a  pretty big step for a young woman on her -- first time . . .
Maybe we could just fool around a bit."

     That unexpected patience and kindliness brought Laura another step
closer to getting her wish, as Susan could not help but feel a wave of
warmth and sympathy for the woman who had just given her so much pleasure.
She sat up so as to make room for the big woman on the couch, gathering that
Laura had a little mutual finger action in mind. That suited Susan just
fine. Laura stood, and Susan was once again amazed at the woman's size. It
was so different from all her previous experiences. The sight of the pretty
if tough-looking statuesque woman, clad now in nothing but translucent
panties, had the effect of starting to recharge Susan's sexual batteries
after the orgasm had drained them dry. Laura added to the effect by removing
the filmy garment in a little hip-swaying strip-tease. The woman probably
had more medium-brown hair in her luxuriant bush than on her head, and the
ineluctable aroma of aroused female cunt wafted down from her genitals to
Susan's nose.

     Wafted down, because with her height, Laura's now-exposed vulva was
several inches above the level of Susan's face, seated as she was on the low
couch. Despite her determination to retain her mostly passive role, Susan
could not resist reaching out a hand and stroking the soft inner flesh of
Laura's muscular thighs. A shiver ran through the big woman's body, and she
semi-collapsed onto the couch next to Susan. The completely-nude and
sexually unsatisfied Laura reached an arm around the fully-nude and sated
younger woman's shoulders, pulled her close, and leaned in to plant an
urgent kiss on Susan's soft lips.

     Susan smelled and tasted her own cunt juices on the big woman's face,
which caused her resurgent arousal to ramp up another notch. She returned
Laura's kiss, and soon felt the eager grad student's off-side arm reaching
between her legs. OK, Susan thought, fair IS fair, and two can play that
game. She responded by reaching her own arm down toward Laura's sex, but
hesitated before going all the way. She had no intention of giving up on her
"reluctant first timer" game, and so spent a few moments playing with the
thick bush of soft, curly pubic hair. Susan tugged at the hairs gently,
straightening little clumps of them, then releasing and allowing the kinky
locks to spring back into their natural position. Next, she massaged the
pubic mound beneath the curls, pressing down firmly and pleasingly on the
pubic bone.

     At Susan's first touch to her mound Laura had parted her thighs widely,
eagerly inviting the teenager's further touch. Except for a brief caress of
the still-moist flesh of Susan's silky inner thighs, Laura herself hesitated
not at all, and began softly stroking two fingers up and down the
delightfully lubricious outer lips of Susan's sex, adding to the
slipperiness by lightly dipping into the vaginal passage to scoop up some of
the lubricating juice that was still present in ample quantities. Her touch
moved northwards a couple inches, and she smoothly massaged Susan's clit
with a circular motion. This direct stimulation to the core of her sexual
being drove the younger woman right back up onto a high plateau of outright
arousal

     "Alright, alright already," Susan thought to herself, and without
fooling around any more reached two of her own fingers directly into Laura's
sex. Like everything else about the woman, her vulva was BIG. "Elephant ear"
outer labia covered an impressive stretch of longitude, and Susan was
fascinated to stroke her fingers up-and-down their considerable length,
after first following Laura's lead and dipping briefly into the vagina for
some extra lubrication. Not surprisingly, the woman's vaginal passage was
gaping open and there was plenty of juice available, a byproduct of the
excitement she had generated in herself with the successful "seduction" of
Susan, consummated by using her mouth to make the young woman cum.

     Susan echoed Laura's actions with her own fingers, moving next to a
direct massage of the woman's clit. When Laura reached lower and inserted
one finger, and then a second, deep into Susan's vagina, in keeping with her
"trembling virgin" act the sexy undergrad hesitated for a few heartbeats,
and then tentatively followed her lead, dipping two of her own fingers less
deeply into Laura's cavernous cunt.

     Once again, Susan was thoroughly enjoying herself on several levels. On
a raw physical level, Laura was a competent finger-fucker and clit massager,
and Susan's own lust was now fully recharged. She also enjoyed returning the
favor, loving the sensation of another woman's dripping pussy responding
under her knowing fingers. Then there was the game she was playing, in which
she held back from communicating with her fingers the fact that they were
well practiced, but simply mirrored whatever actions Laura performed on her
own sex. Of course, most girls with a healthy sex drive and unrepressed
sexuality develop masturbation techniques that can just as easily be applied
to another woman's sex, so to avoid "blowing her cover" it was not strictly
necessary for Susan to hide her skills in this area. But it was fun
nevertheless to maintain her passive role, in the sense that she did not
initiate any techniques on Laura's cunt that the woman did not first use on
Susan's.

     Laura was in full heat, now, and needed relief. Susan knew she wasn't
giving the level of stimulation that was required to push the woman over the
brink to orgasm, and she was curious to see how the crisis would be
resolved. Laura was panting, and she struggled to speak.

     "Susan -- of course you don't have to." Pant, pant. "But, if you wanted
to, I would love . . ." Pant. ". . . to feel your mouth -- down there. If you
don't I'm going to have to  . . ." Pant, gasp as Susan touched a tender bit
-- ". . . have to do myself."

     "Well," Susan thought to herself, "since she asked so nicely, `Heck
Yeah!'" She said nothing, though, and instead signaled her assent by
unwrapping herself from Laura's one-armed embrace, and sliding her body down
the couch to where she could assume a cunt-licking position. Laura sighed
with arousal and relief and rearranged herself as well, lying back on the
couch, stretching out her huge body, and spreading her nude legs
welcomingly.

     Susan took her time, in no hurry to satisfy the woman's pounding need,
which was in one sense mildly sadistic, and in another sense precisely the
way to enhance and magnify Laura's ultimate thrill and pleasure at having
her pussy licked by what she thought was a young woman whose tender mouth
had never before touched the lips of another female cunt. In this particular
nuance of sexual excitement Susan had a relative depth of knowledge, having
in her career as a young lesbian herself introduced four "virgins" to the
pleasures of Sapphic sex. Except that in her case, Susan knew for a fact
that none of her previous lovers had ever felt the touch of another woman's
mouth on their adolescent cunts, or placed their own mouths on the sex of
another woman.

     But what Laura didn't know wouldn't reduce her excitement, so in that
sense playing the part of a nervous "virgin" was not sadistic at all, but a
lovely gift, notwithstanding the fact that it postponed the moment when the
older woman's aching need could find relief.

     Eventually Susan was poised in the classic position, lying on her
stomach between the widespread legs of her panting lesbian lover, her face
and lips poised inches above the woman's dripping sex. Susan paused and
relished the moment, inhaling the smell of aroused pussy, feasting her eyes
on the sight of dripping wet, slippery, engorged pink cuntflesh. Ahhhh,
love, this is what Susan lived for, although never before in the form of the
oozing slit of a bullying amazon bull dyke! Well, not really the "bull"
part, thankfully -- Laura didn't try to be a man, but all the rest, for sure.
This might be taking "variety is the spice of life" a bit further than Susan
would ordinarily go, but for all that she still found the truism no less
appropriate. Susan dove in.

     She had been concerned again over the dilemma of either withholding
evidence of her skill and experience, or "blowing her cover" by delivering a
thoroughly accomplished slit-licking. But Laura was so aroused and her need
so all consuming that the problem did not arise. Susan took the woman's clit
into her mouth, and began applying a straightforward up-and-down lapping
with her tongue. She inserted one finger into the woman's cavernous vagina,
which swallowed it without noticing, so then she added a second, and then a
third, and then a fourth, and still she felt hardly any resistance. Susan
had long, elegant fingers, but they were lost in the vast reaches of Laura's
pink wetness!

     Now Susan had never "fisted" another woman, but she knew all about the
"theory" from her ongoing "research" in the realms of lesbian erotica and
outright pornography. She had never performed the act because all of her
previous lovers had been young teens, as she was herself,  who never could
have accommodated a full hand in their tender young cunts. Given this
context, she had always found the idea a little bit gross. Now, with Laura,
Susan's context of knowledge changed: Fisting no longer seemed gross, but
natural, given the woman's spacious vagina. "Well, in for a penny, in for a
pound," Susan thought to herself, tucking her thumb in under the four
fingers already buried to their hilt in Laura's dripping cunt. She removed
her mouth from the older woman's clit so as to focus on this new experience,
watching with fascination as she slowly pushed her entire hand into the
slippery tunnel, which swallowed it up.

     Susan pressed deeper until her hand below the wrist had completely
disappeared, and then pushed even deeper before coming to the end of the
line, bumping her fist against Laura's cervix. It WAS a little bit gross,
but exciting, also. She rotated her hand, feeling every contour of the
inside of Laura's vagina in a way she had never experienced before. Then she
began stroking gingerly.

     Laura was in ecstasy. She LOVED the feel of another woman's fist
filling her ample cunt, but had only received this treat from older,
experienced fellow dykes. Getting it from a beautiful young teen who she
thought to be a lesbian first-timer was all the more delicious. The fact
that Susan had never done this communicated itself in the way she had
hesitated and was being exceedingly cautious while performing the act, as if
afraid she would break something. She could tell that Susan's action had
come about in a perfectly un-premeditated manner: Not unusual for a curious
"neophyte," Susan inserted a finger into the vagina of the woman she was
performing oral sex on. Given its size, Laura's cunt had swallowed the
finger, then another, another, and another. The next step was, well,
logical.

     However, neither woman was engaging in this kind of analysis at this
point. Susan was concentrating on plumbing the depths of Laura's cunt with
her fist and forearm, and Laura was focused on the orgasm that was rapidly
coming to a head under Susan's indelicate ministrations.

     Susan could tell that Laura was very close from the increasing tempo
and urgency of her moans. She had no doubt about when Laura began to cum,
because her fist and forearm were suddenly squeezed tightly as the spasms of
relief powered through the muscular woman's flooding cunt. Susan was shocked
at the sensation at first, even a little put off -- this was a bit more of an
"anatomy lesson" than the relatively inexperienced young woman had bargained
for! But these feeling were quickly replaced by an overwhelming excitement
and arousal. With Laura's throbbing pussy communicating every pulse of
pleasure directly to the fist and arm it enveloped, Susan felt she was
"riding along" with the woman's orgasm in the most intimate way possible.
Her own cunt quivered with sympathetic vibrations.

     The powerful contractions squeezing Susan's limb diminished to a series
of weak pulses, then stopped altogether. Susan could not believe how
exciting it had been, and notwithstanding her recent orgasm, her blood was
pounding with her own arousal and urgent need for release! Not giving Laura
any time to recover, the gorgeous undergrad crawled up the length of the big
woman's body, placed a knee on either side of her head, and dropped her
flooding cunt demandingly onto the older lesbian's face. Laura responded
eagerly to the pounding lust of her young lover, applying her tongue with
gusto to the much more delicate snatch of the sexy undergrad.

     Susan was on fire, but she tensed the muscles of her thighs and
abdomen, holding back her release, for at least 90 seconds, letting the
sensations build to a peak before relaxing and letting her orgasm pour forth
and rock her perfect young body. Pour forth it did, drenching Laura's
unturned face as she delightedly lapped up the juices flooding from the
vagina of her horny young student.

     Susan fell back on top of the big woman's reclining nakedness, spent
and immobile as usual following an orgasm. The only reason she had gone for
this second climax was because of the intense arousal brought on by
vicariously "feeling" the other woman's orgasm through her fist and forearm.
However, the big grad student was not at all unwilling to support the weight
of this gorgeous, naked young adult woman lying on top of her own sated
body.

     Before collapsing on her back Susan had necessarily straightened her
legs, which now hung from the knees over the end of the couch. Her nude
thighs enclosed Laura's head, the hairs at the base of her sex ticking the
older woman's chin. Tilting her head a bit gave Laura a perfect view of the
precious pink 19-year-old cunt, still soaked and pulsating softly and the
blood coursed through veins engorged with spent lust. Looking beyond this
miracle of nature, she could cast her gaze the flat plain of her fit
companion's firm stomach and torso, and lift her eyes to the soft,
pink-tipped mountains of Susan's ample yet teen-firm breasts. Drinking in
the magnificent scenery Laura again blessed her lucky stars, and thought,
"Never mind the awesome pressures of academe -- life is good!"


Susan tastes Kelly's virtue; Daphne's Passion; Kelly tastes Susan

In class the next week, Susan had the guilty feeling of a person who has
"used" another to gratify purely physical sexual desires. She was somewhat
shocked and embarrassed by the way she had lost control at the end of her
and Laura's one-night-stand, demanding the woman suck her cunt after her own
lust had been inflamed by the resolution of her first "fisting" experience.
That act still gave her a slight case of the willies, although it felt
perfectly natural at the time, and she had no doubt that she would happily
do it again in the right circumstances  -- over and over again, most likely.

     She soon realized that there was no reason for her to feel
uncomfortable, though. Laura had been delighted with the encounter, and had
no idea that she was the victim of a minor deception, still thinking that it
had been Susan's first lesbian experience. For her part, Susan also had
nothing to complain about. The sex had been awesome. She felt a teensy bit
ashamed by the deception she had perpetrated, but that faded when she saw
Laura go right back to her bullying tactics in class. Although she had more
sympathy for the woman now, given her new appreciation of the pressures
Laura was under, there was still no excuse for her to take out those
frustrations on innocent undergrads. And there was still that suspicion
about Laura's relationship with those struggling female students . . .

     When Susan had recovered from her second orgasm the night of their
tryst, she had dressed and left Laura's apartment, walking across campus
back to her own. Laura had been sweet, appreciating the mixed feelings
likely to be at war within the psyche of a young woman who has had her
"first" experience of illicit lesbian sex, which she thought was the case
with Susan. Now, Susan wondered if the woman would seek another helping from
the luscious undergrad. Ten days after their Friday night encounter, the
invitation came -- but with a twist.

     "Hey Susan -- I'm having some girls over for a little party at my place
on Saturday night. I would love it if you could join us."

     Susan noted the "girls" part of Laura's announcement, and also picked
up an unusual emphasis on the word "party." Her heart skipped a beat,
because she had a pretty good idea of what kind of "party" this was likely
to be. More like an orgy, she suspected. A LESBIAN orgy, she corrected
herself, and felt the familiar thrill of forbidden fruit. She was
frightened, too, though, because her tryst with Laura had been so far
outside of her past experience and usual preferences in girl-girl sex that
that she wasn't sure. Still -- the idea of several naked young women
together, all in the throes of lesbian lust . . .

     "Thanks, Laura, I would love to join you," she answered.

     "Great, we'll see you Saturday. Uh, Susan . . . we might go late, so
you might want to plan on spending the night . . ."

     "Uh-oh," Susan thought. "Uh-oh, and Oh Boy! that is," she again
corrected herself.

     "Uh, OK, I guess. Yeah, that sounds like fun. OK, I'll see you there,"
is what Susan actually said.

     The rest of the week Susan was tossed by a rising tide of nervous
anticipation. Her feelings swung back and forth, being at once terrified at
what she suspected was coming, then aroused as could be by the idea, and
then fearful that she had it all wrong and that this would just be an
innocent evening of girl talk. At last, Saturday arrived, and the stylish
Susan amused herself with a new dilemma: What does one wear to a lesbian
orgy? Well, clean panties, a bra that unfastens easily . . . She selected
the same tasteful outfit she would wear to any informal social gathering,
with a slight extra emphasis on showing off her "assets" -- A tight
turtleneck sweated that highlighted her ample bosom, a slightly
shorter-than-normal skirt that exposed a bit more thigh than she ordinarily
would, but nothing close to "Brittney-slut" level.

     She arrived at the precisely correct moment of "fashionable lateness,"
noticing the door to Laura's apartment open a crack in invitation, and
hearing music coming from the tiny apartment. It was a silly pop love song,
the kind with lots of "Oh, girl" and "Baby, baby, baby" lines -- not the
driving techno she would have expected. Susan entered, and smiled at the
scene within.

     Two pairs of girls were "slow dancing" with each other. One of these
was Laura and a thin, waifish blonde, taller than Susan but still tiny
compared to the massive Laura, and with a boyish figure. Laura towered over
the girl, and gave the impression of being smitten. Her arms were wrapped
around the blonde's back, pulling her closely against her own large body.
The girl's own thin arms reached up around Laura's neck, from which she
appeared to be dangling, her body semi-limp, and totally under the control
of the big grad student. "OK," Susan thought to herself, "I think I've seen
enough to know the score with those two."

     The other dancers were both attractive girls with outstanding bodies.
One had medium length dark hair, was the same height as Susan, and below the
neck could have been her double -- curvaceous, more than adequate but not
huge breasts, womanly hips, perfect ass, and shapely legs. The other girl
was little shorter, a little less curvy, had B-cup rather than C-cup
breasts, and had shoulder-length blonde hair. Susan vaguely recognized the
two girls, and the waif in Laura's arms, as fellow undergrads she had seen
around campus. But she shared no classes with them, and did not know their
names. She thought they were a little older than herself, probably juniors.

     This second pair was also dancing in a lascivious manner, and looked
like they knew exactly what was planned for this evening and why they were
here. Both girls had wrapped her arms around the other, and were grinding
their breasts and crotches together in time to the music.

     Then Susan noticed a fifth girl, literally an "odd girl out," who was
sitting on the couch alone and looking uncomfortable. Susan knew her -- it
was Kelly, a freshman in Laura's "Anthro 101" discussion section with Susan.
She also was one of the girls that Susan suspected may be a victim of sexual
blackmail perpetrated by the big grad student. "Ah-HA," Susan thought to
herself, "Now I will get the bottom of this."

     Laura vaguely acknowledged Susan's arrival, but kept dancing with the
thin blonde. That was fine with Susan -- she wanted some "us-time" alone with
Kelly, because she planned to question the girl, gently but thoroughly. She
smiled sweetly at Kelly, and joined her on the couch. "Hey, Kelly, how you
doing," Susan said.

     Kelly smiled, and said, "Hi, uh . . ."

     "Susan . . " she supplied brightly. Kelly couldn't remember her name,
which was natural, since there were 30 students in their discussion section,
plus all the other new faces the freshmen was meeting every week in this,
her first semester. Susan leaned over and whispered to Kelly in a
faux-conspiratorial tone, "So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place
like this?" She tried to say this in a manner that conveyed that she herself
was nervous about being there, as the girl clearly was, as if the question
applied equally to Susan herself.

     Kelly was still just 17 years old, a small girl, only about 5'5" tall,
with look of "sweetness" in her pretty, round face. She had beautiful
strawberry blonde hair, and a roundish body that was fleshy, but not quite
fat. Her breasts were medium-to-small, and she had a nicely rounded ass that
fit with the soft flesh on the rest of her medium size frame. Kelly had lots
of freckles to go with her reddish hair, and was very "cute," rather than
beautiful. Personality-wise, she was the timid, retiring type that most
appealed to Susan. Susan hoped her suspicions about blackmail were not true,
because if Kelly were here of her own free will, for the same purpose that
it was pretty clear had drawn the other women -- a lesbian sex-fest -- well,
in that case things were looking up from Susan's point of view, because she
would love to get her hands on - and in -  Kelly's fresh teen body.

     But she played it real cool, using her charm and social skills to draw
Kelly into general conversation about school, campus events, the dorm Kelly
lived in, etc. When the girl was comfortable with her presence, Susan got
directly to the point.

     "Kelly, I know that you have been struggling in class, and I know that
Laura's sexuality and tastes are -- unconventional -- and that she has been
coming on to you. I need to know if she has done anything -- improper. You
know what I mean -- like promise a good grade in return for -- something that
she wants. I need to know just for myself, and if something like that did
happen and you don't want anyone else to know, I swear I won't tell. And, if
you need help, I can help. I'm good in Anthro, I could help you if you
wanted. Kelly -- I'm also rich, you might as well know it. I mean really
rich. I could help in that way, too, if it was necessary to -- take action."

     Kelly looked shocked, and looked like she was about to cry. "Oh, thank
you Susan, that's really nice. I wish it was that simple, but it's
complicated. Yes, I am struggling in school. And yes, Laura offered to help,
and is helping. And. . . .Yeah, she wanted -- something -- in return. I gave
it to her Susan. Or, at least most of it . . . not all -- yet."

     Kelly laid it all out for Susan, and it was complicated. Definitely a
gray area. It turned out that Kelly was struggling in several of her
classes. Frankly, she was probably a bit out of her league at the elite
university. She had been an "A" student in a small high school back in the
rural community she haled from, a couple hundred miles away. But "A" level
work at Podunk High did not mean you were ready for the major leagues of the
ultra-competitive "Big U."

     One of her academic shortcomings was bad writing, which was pretty
deadly in this environment, and not easy to fix. Laura had offered to help.
Kelly knew that the big dyke would probably want something in return, but
there was no explicit quid-pro-quo. Laura wasn't offering anything blatantly
corrupt like an "A" grade for "D" work. Instead, she offered services "above
and beyond" what the teaching assistants were required to provide.
Essentially, this meant time-consuming one-on-one tutoring  - in Laura's
apartment. And her tutoring was helping Kelly, not just in the Anthro, but
for all of Kelly's classes. In fact, if not for Laura's help, it is unlikely
that Kelly would be back for a second semester.

     But, as Kelly said, Laura wanted something in return. She wasn't acting
out of altruism, nor was she engaging in honest trade, given her position of
authority over Kelly. And with Kelly spending a couple hours at a time being
tutored in Laura's little apartment, there was plenty of opportunity for
hanky-panky. Not unexpectedly, one evening Laura had come on to Kelly very
strongly. Susan knew what that was like, and could imagine the timid little
girl being putty in the lesbian amazon's hands.

     "Susan," Kelly was whispering now, "She seduced me. She started kissing
me, and I'm not into that sort of thing -- with girls, you know. But it was -
nice. Laura's a good kisser." Oh yeah, Susan knew all about it -- Laura is
DEFINITELY a good kisser. Kelly continued:

     "I really didn't want to, but what else could I do? If I said no, or
slapped her face, or something, Laura would probably stop helping me. And
she IS really helping. So I did nothing, and -- we had sex, Susan. Or Laura
did, anyway. Oh, I can't tell you what she did . . ." Kelly was on the verge
of tears, but she suddenly stopped, and looked at Susan strangely. "Wait a
minute -- don't tell me you too? But you're smart!"

     Susan felt her heart go out to the conflicted girl. She decided to be
straight with her, or mostly straight, that is. She would not tell Kelly
that she herself was an experienced and dedicated lesbian, or about the
"trick" she had played on Laura.

     "Kelly -- Laura seduced me too. And no, I'm not having any trouble in
school. She did the old fashioned way -- she IS a good kisser, isn't she?"
The girls giggled nervously together for a moment, and Susan continued. "And
you know what, Kelly? Laura is scary -- she's so big, and that crewcut, and
"dyke" manner, but - it did feel good . . . real good." Susan was whispering
now. "Laura was good -- I mean really skilled. I don't know -- you say you're
not into that sort of thing, but . . . was she good with you, too?"

     Kelly's face turned bright red, and she whispered back, "Oh, Susan, I
don't know what to think. You're right -- it WAS good. But it's wrong, and
I'm not one of those kind of girls. I'm not a -- lesbian."

     Susan took Kelly's hand in her own and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"Of course you're not, Kelly. But maybe you can not be a -- lesbian -- but
still have a good time with another girl sometimes, can't you? I mean, I'm
not trying to talk you into anything . . ." Not much, Susan thought to
herself, somewhat cynically. "But, if it felt good and you liked it, it
can't be that wrong, can it?"

     Kelly looked uncomfortable, but she wanted to agree with Susan. Susan
decided to give the girl a little more information. "Kelly, Laura seduced me
right on this couch two weeks ago last night. Oh yeah, she's a good kisser,
alright, and a whole lot more. Eventually she had me stripped naked and
begging for it. And she gave it. And . . . Kelly -- it was fantastic." Susan
had told the girl the plain truth, and Kelly responded with her own truth,
her words barely audible.

     "Yeah, it was for me, too. Susan -- er, I love sex. I mean, I've had sex
with boys lots of times, and I'll tell you, I can't get enough of it." That
revelation got Susan's blood flowing! Except for the boys part, that is.
Kelly continued. "But I never -- came - with a boy. You know, teenage boys
all want just one thing, and don't care about the girl. I, uh, do when I do
it with myself though, you know what I mean?"

     "Absolutely," Susan said. "I masturbate all the time. And have orgasms
doing it all the time, too."

     "Yeah, that's what I mean," Kelly said, both relieved and embarrassed
by Susan's frank talk. "But I never  - had an orgasm with a boy. And I never
was with a girl, until Laura. Susan -- I had an orgasm with Laura." The girl
appeared shocked and confused at this revelation. Susan gave her hand
another squeeze. She felt great sympathy for the conflicted young woman, and
a teensy bit guilty at the way her own pussy started getting wet at the
image of the sweet little redhead naked, spread, and writhing under the
skilful ministrations of Laura's practiced tongue.

     "Hey, Kelly, it's OK. Uh -- I did too. Twice, in fact. The woman is
GOOD!"  This triggered a spate of not-very-detailed comparing of notes,
which ramped Susan's excitement up a couple more notches.

     "Susan," Kelly picked up her tale of woe again, "I know Laura wanted me
to do the same, but I couldn't. We did finger each other, though. I touched
her with my fingers -- down there. Um -- did you . . ." Kelly was telling
Susan that Laura had wanted her to perform oral sex, and asking if Susan had
performed oral sex on Laura. Here things got a little tricky for Susan. She
decided to reveal a bit more of the truth to Kelly.

     "Kelly, Laura wanted me to lick her too. At first I wasn't sure. We did
the finger thing, too. She was really hot, but wasn't getting what she
needed from my fingers, so I decided, `What the heck.' Yeah, I performed
oral sex on Laura." Susan hesitated, but continued. "Kelly -- Laura doesn't
know it, and please don't tell her -- but this was not my first time with
another girl. When I was 15, my girlfriend and I `practiced kissing' with
each other, and things went a little beyond just `practice.' I mean, uh, a
lot beyond."

     This was almost the same deception she had used on Laura, but Susan
wasn't trying to play any tricks on Kelly. She just had a deeply ingrained
reluctance to give up any of her privacy, and what she had told the girl
gave her enough context that she could make up her own mind whether Susan's
yielding to Laura's desire for oral sex had any relevance to her own
situation.

     Kelly was not too shocked at this story. What Susan described was not
all that unusual -- "practice kissing," things getting a little out of
control -  and wasn't necessarily indicative a predominantly lesbian
sexuality. Lots of young girls "experimented" in a similar way, and most go
on to live normal heterosexual lives. But Susan decided that to be fair to
Kelly, she better reveal yet more.

     "Listen, this is pretty private, and I'm not the type who goes around
telling a lot of people, or telling anyone, what I have or haven't done in
the bedroom. But . . . I have to be honest with you . . ." Well, the truth,
but not the whole truth, Susan thought to herself. "My girlfriend and I --
when I say it `went beyond practice kissing,' you should know it went ALL
THE WAY beyond, and that I LOVED it, and it wasn't just one time. We, uh, we
did it a lot."

     This "more than once -- a lot" part was a little less typical for teen
girls, and WAS suggestive of a more profound sexual identity issue. That
more freighted interpretation fully applied to Susan's "practice kissing"
with Becky four years earlier, which had been a part of a concerted campaign
of seduction by Susan Smith, committed lesbian. Susan wasn't prepared to
reveal all of this to Kelly, but she realized that to not reveal at least
this much about her own preferences and attractions would give the girl a
misleading impression.

     It took Kelly a moment to process that part of Susan's revelations, and
her head had already started nodding with understanding at the "practice
kissing out of control" revelation. She stopped nodding when she realized
that Susan was describing something substantially beyond an out-of-control,
one-time "practice kissing" session.

     "Thank you, Susan, for telling me that," she said. "I will honor your
privacy, and I appreciate you being so honest."

     "Kelly," Susan asked, "Do you know what's going on here tonight? Did
Laura tell you to plan on spending the night?"

     Kelly looked embarrassed again. "Yeah, she did. And yeah, I suspected,
but I didn't know for sure until I got here. Susan -- I didn't know if I
wanted to come or not, and it had nothing to do with the tutoring. I mean, I
wasn't sure that I didn't want to come, and that scares me . . ."

     Susan decided to help the girl out. "You're curious. I understand.
That's perfectly natural. I think you know now that I'm a lot more
comfortable with this girl-girl thing than you are . . ."

     "Understatement of the century," that cynical voice in Susan's head
spoke again, and she shushed it.

     "Even so, and even though I was also pretty sure myself of what this
was about, I wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to come."

     The cynical internal voice threatened to tell Susan, "Yeah, for about
two seconds, not sure," but she trampled it under.

     "Kelly, if you don't want to be here, you don't have to, and I'll help
you, even if leaving means you don't get any more tutoring from Laura. There
are other tutors, and you don't have to worry about the money - I can take
care of it." Susan wanted to slap herself for being so virtuous -- she didn't
want Kelly to go anywhere, and couldn't wait to get her hands on the darling
little teenager, and hoped like heck the girl decided to stay. But right was
right, and Susan would not be a party even indirectly to sexual blackmail.

     "I'm just not sure, Susan . . ." Kelly said.

     "I understand. Well listen, if you want to stay, and I mean want to
because you want to, because you're curious, or you liked Laura's kissing,
or -- you're horny -- I'll help you out, and watch out for you, and make sure
nobody tries to make you do anything you don't want to. And hey, if you stay
-- and I hope you do stay, Kelly  . . ." Susan looked the tender teen
meaningfully in the eyes . . . "I hope you do. But if you do it doesn't mean
you're a lesbian. I mean, I really don't think you are. But that doesn't
mean that you can't have a really good time, and -- some really good sex. You
know, the idea that everyone is 100 percent one way or 100 percent the other
is mostly not true. Most people have at least a little curiosity, and if
they were honest with themselves and society was a lot more open, probably a
lot more people would `experiment' a little bit, but they still they
wouldn't be -- that way. You know?"

     Kelly was feeling a lot better. Susan had told her exactly what she
wanted to hear, and it was nothing but the truth. Plus, she believed that
Susan would and could help her with school if Laura would not. Having that
potentially coercive quid-pro-quo taken off the table clarified matters
tremendously for the girl. Susan tried to "close the sale" a little more.

     "You know -- I had the best orgasm of my life with Laura two weeks ago.
I couldn't believe it -- I mean the woman is a scary frickin' AMAZON -- but
she was so amazingly gentle and sweet and -- good. And I don't mean just
kissing. I mean -- skillful, you know. I'll be honest -- I want more. And
that's why I came here tonight."

     Kelly was nodding her head, now, and feeling much more sure of herself.
She knew she was a horny chick, and she couldn't deny that sex with Laura
had been fantastic. Like Susan, she was pretty sure she wanted more, but she
had been so confused. Everything was a lot clearer now, and cleaner, and
Kelly felt hugely grateful to Susan. She did want to stay, and she decided
to have a little fun now.

     "Susan -- do you promise you'll watch out for me, and -- help - me?"
Kelly was smiling as she spoke the words in a mock baby-doll voice.

     "Yes!" thought Susan to herself, lasciviously. "Yes, Kelly, I'll
protect you from the big, scary amazon," she said out loud. "Now, who's
gonna protect me?" she asked in a quivering voice. Both girls laughed, and
Susan decided to close the sale a little more, leaning over and planting a
chaste kiss on Kelly's cheek. The girl looked uncertain again for the
briefest instant, but then smiled.

     Kelly glanced over at Laura, still dancing provocatively with the
waif-like blonde, and said to Susan conspiratorially, "Maybe neither one of
us will need any protection. I think Laura's in love." The two girls laughed
again. Kelly then became serious for minute.

     "Susan, I respect your privacy, and I appreciate that you have told me
more about yourself than you wanted to. I have to tell you something,
though, too. You don't have to say anything, but I suspect that your
`practice kissing' girlfriend, and Laura, were not the only ones for you --
girls I mean. I don't mind, really, but . . . you know, I may not be a whiz
in classes, but you should know, I'm pretty smart in other ways."

     Susan was slightly stunned. She looked at Kelly penetratingly, and
thought to herself, "Wow - I'll say you're pretty smart. I'm `busted'!" She
just nodded, though, and then acknowledged the girl's perceptiveness.

     "You are pretty smart, Kelly. Thanks for not pressing me, though."

     Kelly smiled sweetly, and now it was her turn to give Susan's hand a
reassuring squeeze.

     At that moment the CD with the schmaltzy love songs came to an end, and
the four "dancing" girls -- more like sex standing up, Susan thought wryly --
unwrapped themselves and looked for someplace to sit in the tiny apartment.
This meant the floor, because neither pair was separating from one another,
and there was just one couch. They all grabbed some of the cushions and
pillows that were laying about and arranged themselves comfortably against
the walls as two "couples." Laura had one arm around the blonde girl, and
the other pair, who were obviously deeply "in lust," were all wrapped up
with each other.

     "Hey, Susan," Laura said, smiling brightly. "Hey, Kelly. I'm so glad
you both could make it." Susan gathered that Kelly must have arrived just
before herself. "Sorry `bout keeping you waiting -- we were kind of into the
music," Laura said.

     That snarky voice spoke up again in Susan's head: "Into something,
alright, like that skinny blonde, maybe?" The polite Susan of course said no
such thing, but just smiled. Laura made introductions:

     "Kelly, Susan, this is Daphne." She indicated the blonde under her arm.
"And this is Megan," the curvaceous dark-haired girl smiled and greeted the
newcomers, "and Greta." The smaller blonde waved casually.

     "Oh, Hi! Daphne, Megan, Greta," Susan smiled, and nodded to each as she
spoke their names. "You girls are juniors, aren't you? Where do you live?"
she asked Megan and Greta. This triggered a lengthy exchange of information
about majors, and dorms, and classes, and instructors, and "do you know
so-and-so," and on and on. Typical college get together, good clean innocent
fun.

     "Uh-huh," that internal voice was speaking to Susan again. "Except that
Laura looks like she wants to swallow Daphne whole, and Megan and Greta look
like they're ready to start tearing each others clothes off any second."
Laura did break away from Daphne long enough to get some sodas for her
guests, and the general conversation resumed for a few minutes. Then the
mood shifted a bit, and pairings that looked an awful lot like three couples
turned to internal conversations with each other. Susan and Kelly were
talking about their Anthro professor, the one who delivered the big
"general" lectures, who they both thought was terrific and brilliant. The
other "couples" were talking quietly between themselves, also. Except - then
they weren't. Talking, that is The next time Susan looked across the room,
Laura was in passionate lip-lock with Daphne, and Megan and Greta were
having their own "make out" session against the other wall.

     "Oops, here we go, I think," Susan said softly to Kelly, and gave the
girl's hand another reassuring squeeze. Kelly looked up, and gulped.

     "I think your right," she responded. The two tried to resume their
conversation, but both were too self conscious about what was happening just
a few feet away.

     "Kelly, do you want to try it?" Susan asked, tentatively. Kelly looked
nervous, and Susan gave her hand another squeeze. Kelly didn't trust herself
to speak. She looked into Susan's eyes and gave just the slightest nod.
Susan set her can of soda on the small table in front of the couch, and then
did the same with Kelly's. She put one arm around the pretty teen with the
strawberry blonde hair and cute freckles, pulled her in close, leaned
forward, and placed her lips on Kelly's own.

     She thought it ironic that two weeks ago the big sexy dyke had ravished
passive Susan on this very couch, and here she was back again, but in a role
that had become quite familiar to her over the past four years: Drawing into
her web a teenage "virgin," innocent of previous lesbian sex. Or into
Laura's web. Or something. Well, "the heck with Laura," Susan thought.
"Kelly is with me, now, and that is just the way I want it to be."

     Then she stopped thinking about Laura, and concentrated on Kelly. Laura
was a good kisser, but Susan was no slouch in that department herself. She
began very slow, just brushing the younger girl's lips with her own, then
backing off, then repeating the fleeting contact, several times, each touch
becoming a little bit less tentative, a little bit more firm. Kelly sought
to enter the spirit of the evening by reaching one of her own arms around
Susan, and Susan rewarded the girl's forwardness by slipping her a little
bit of tongue. Just a bit though, and then back to the nearly chaste
lip-to-lip contact. To which she added gently pursing her lips around and
lightly sucking in the girl's lower lip, then upper lip, then lower again,
back and forth.  The next time she used her tongue Kelly responded with her
own, and before long the two teenagers were dueling with each others
tongues, chasing each others tongues in and out of each others mouths, and
varying this by gently sucking on each others lips, applying a little tongue
to this activity, too.

     "Hey," Susan thought happily, "Kelly's a pretty good kisser, too!"
Susan reached her other arm around Kelly's delightfully rounded, small body,
and pulled the girl even closer, pressing her upper body against the other's
as their kissing became more passionate. Kelly's hands were caressing
Susan's back, and Susan's were doing the same with Kelly's. After several
more minutes Susan slid one hand a short distance under the waistband of the
small girl's tight jeans, getting a first feel of naked skin as her hand
came in contact with the uppermost quadrant of the redhead's nicely rounded
butt.

     Susan could tell that Kelly hadn't been lying when she revealed that
she was a horny chick who loved sex. She may have had mixed feelings about
the girl-girl thing, but at the first touch of skin on bare skin Kelly's
kissing became even more passionate, and the light caresses she had been
stroking across Susan's back became more aggressive squeezes.

     Not wanting to get too far ahead of the curve, Susan forced herself to
check out what was happening with the other two girl-girl couples. She
needn't have worried! Laura had one hand well beneath the unfastened waist
band of Daphne's loose linen pants, and was squeezing skinny butt cheek for
all she was worth. She was nuzzling the blonde's neck and shoulders with her
lips, and Susan had seen all she needed to tell where that pair was heading!

     She looked over to Megan and Greta, and they were still lip-locked in a
passionate kiss, in which both appeared to be trying to swallow the other
whole. In addition, Megan was down to wearing just a filmy bra above the
waist, her little camisole blouse having come off at some point, and Greta's
button-down blouse was unfastened most of the way to the her waist. No
titplay was underway just then, but as Susan watched, Greta's slender hand
rose to Megan's ample breasts and lightly squeezed one of the lovely orbs.

     "O-K, no doubt about where that pair is heading either," Susan thought
to herself. Not that there had been any doubt about either couple from the
moment Susan had entered the apartment. The only doubt had been about Kelly,
and that was all in Susan's hands, now -- literally. She took that matter
back in hand.

     Susan had withdrawn her hand from Kelly's rear end when making her
survey, and she removed her other hand from the girl's back now, using both
to cup that sweet freckle-scattered face, while she applied soft kisses to
the girl's lips, cheeks, closed eyes, and forehead. Then back to the lips
for some more deep tongue action. Then her lips again went on excursion, but
this time to the soft, sensitive flesh of Kelly's neck, then lightly across
her ear lobe, and behind the ear, and then back to the neck, doing a circuit
from left side to right and back again. On the next circuit Susan tugged
aside the neck of Kelly's tee shirt as her lips traveled, allowing greater
access to the teen's shoulders and the top of her chest.

     Kelly's hands had never stopped their caressing and squeezing motions
on Susan's back. Susan returned her own arms to Kelly's back, pulling the
girl in tight, and then pushing her down onto the couch with her own body,
pressing her torso against the smaller girl to increase the level of
contact. Susan kept up her neck and shoulder nuzzling, varying this with
frequent returns to Kelly's girl-soft lips for more of that energetic
tongue-to-tongue dueling.

     Susan cast another quick glance over at Laura and Daphne. The grad
student had the blonde's shirt off, she had been wearing no bra, and was
fondling a small, pointy-nippled breast in her big hand, while giving the
waifish girl the same kind of neck and shoulder kisses that Susan had been
applying to Kelly. She couldn't see Megan and Greta from her new position on
top of Kelly's semi reclined body, but she could hear active moaning coming
from that quarter now, and strongly suspected that the action had advanced
from romantic kissing to flat out sexual tit sucking. Susan decided to check
in on the mental state of her own partner.

     She had promised to "protect and help" Kelly, and she meant to keep
that pledge. "Kelly, are you OK?" Susan asked quietly. "Things are getting
kind of hot and heavy around here." Kelly had a better view of what was
going on between Megan and Greta than Susan did, and her face turned a
little red at the sight. She had made her choice though, and all the
romantic kissing with Susan was making it easy for the girl to stick with
her decision.

     "I think so, Susan. Scared, but . . .Oh, you didn't tell me that you
were such a good kisser." Susan giggled a little, and smiled warmly at the
darling redhead. She felt a wave of affection for the girl she had promised
to "protect." She demonstrated this by giving the girl a little more of that
good kissing. Kelly interrupted this briefly to speak again.

     "Thank you, Susan. Yeah, I'm having fun."

     Susan went back to kissing. She was happy that the girl was able to
relax and enjoy herself, and glad that she had helped her. But - Susan was
starting to get hot and bothered, too. Kelly was a doll, but she was a
darned sexy doll. She was also exactly the kind of cute, timid teen that
most turned Susan on, and she responded oh, so satisfyingly to Susan's
romantic attentions. Susan decided to ramp things up a bit. She kept
kissing, but also slipped one hand under the bottom of Kelly's tee shirt,
and reached up to cup and fondle a bra-covered breast. Kelly reacted by
increasing the passion and energy of  her own return-kisses. So Susan
slipped her other hand under the shirt, and now was cupping and squeezing
both breasts. Kelly's breath became a bit ragged.

     Susan was starting to understand that when Kelly had said she "loved
sex," she meant that once she started getting aroused, she wanted more and
more and more. Given that, it was no wonder that she had been an easy
conquest for Laura, and was proving to be the same for Susan. Once you got
your hands on the girl and started pressing her buttons, there was no
holding her back, and the gender of the person pressing the buttons became
almost secondary. That did not mean that the girl had been wrong about her
primary sexual preference, though. Kelly was hot-blooded, alright, but she
still did not really know how to reciprocate when the person turning her on
was a woman. Susan suspected that, now that some of her confusion and guilt
about the girl-girl thing had been removed, she might learn fast, though.
She hoped that was the case, anyway.

     Susan kept cupping and squeezing and kneading the girl's cute little
titties, but she wanted more. She was trying to reach her fingers under the
bra to get some nipple, but the angle was wrong and the garment was too
restrictive. "The heck with this!" Susan thought to herself, and reached
both hands around under the shirt to unfasten Kelly's bra. It popped loose,
freeing the delightful melons. Susan didn't bother to try to remove the
garment completely, she just brought her hands back the front, where she now
had unrestricted access to naked titflesh, and tender young nipples. She did
some more squeezing and cupping, and then moved right along to blatantly
sexual nipple pinching and tweaking.

     Susan played: She pressed the little nipples down flush with the soft
areolae, released them, and then, with her fingers held together loosely,
slid her hands sideways across the nipples for a washboard effect, so that
the buds "caught" slightly and were "dragged" by the spaces between her
fingers. She pinched, and squeezed and flicked some more, and now Kelly was
gasping. "Oh, yeah, she loves it, alright," Susan thought.

     Susan took advantage, and slid the girl's tee shirt up, bunching it and
the unfastened bra under Kelly's chin. This of course exposed the girl's
now-naked breasts to Susan's view -- and mouth. She applied the latter,
kissing a path around the soft, white mounds, circling the delicate nipples
teasingly, but then relenting and giving Kelly a thorough nipple sucking.
Susan nibbled, she bit lightly, she teased tiny nipple buds between
stiffened lips, drawing them shallowly into her mouth. The she loosened her
lips, opened her mouth wide, and sucked in as much of each nipple and
surrounding breastflesh as she could. She tweaked with her tongue, tweaked
with her lips, and then pinching the areola between two fingers, tweaked
vigorously from side to side with her tongue. Susan found Kelly's darling
little B-cup breasts, intriguingly shaped and with delicate pink nipples
surrounded by nickel-sized pink areolae, simply irresistible, and she didn't
even try to resist.

     Susan had resisted checking out the action in the rest of the room, but
she couldn't resist that any longer, either, and stole a quick peek.

     "Oh, my!" She thought to herself. Either she had spent longer than she
thought on the breast play, or the pace had picked up elsewhere. Laura had
Daphne completely stripped, was down to just bra and panties herself, and
was kissing her way across the blonde's belly to a destination that required
little imagination to guess. Susan craned her head around awkwardly to see
what Greta and Megan were up to. "Down to" was more accurate. Megan was
completely naked, her legs spread wide, and Greta, clad only in filmy
panties, was munching away at the junior's dark muff.

     Susan would have loved to suspend her own sexplay and watch the show.
While she had done it lots of times, and seen videos, she had never watched
a live lesbian sex act in the flesh. She was seeing one now. Two, actually,
because Laura had arrived at her goal, and was applying eager lip service to
Daphne's pussy, crowned with a soft triangle of sparse, almost translucent
blonde pubic hair.

     In a funny way, though, her promise to "take care of" of and "protect"
Kelly now meant "proceed full speed ahead with the girl's lesbian
seduction." As long as Kelly was "getting hers" and being turned on, she
wouldn't have time to reflect on her confusion over the whole girl-girl
thing. But if Susan paused to watch the others, then Kelly would be forced
to watch, too, and her uncertainty might come roaring back. So, the best way
to prevent Kelly from becoming uncomfortable about lesbian sex was to have
lesbian sex with her. "Oh well," Susan thought mischievously, "we all have
to make little sacrifices sometimes." Then that more cynical, or worldly
voice inside her head spoke: "Yeah, right. You're just dying to eat Kelly
right up" Susan finished the internal conversation with, "Yep, ya got me
there."

     Susan's hands had remained busy with Kelly's breasts while she stole
her peeks. The little redhead was oblivious to what was going on elsewhere
in the room; she was totally focused on her own arousal. Susan did not want
to break that focus, so she returned her lips to Kelly's nipples and was
rewarded by the hot little teen's hands reaching for the back of Susan's
head, pulling her mouth even more tightly onto the nipple she had latched on
to. While continuing to suck, Susan lowered her hands to the waist band of
the girls jeans, unfastening, unzipping, and tugging them down
unceremoniously. A pair of light green cotton panties came partway down with
the jeans, and then got "stuck," left behind enticingly, halfway down
Kelly's almost-plump thighs.

     Kelly matched Susan's impatient directness with her own, helpfully
lifting her butt, wriggling her pelvis, and even reaching one hand down at
an awkward moment to help free the tight denim from her swelling hips. The
hot little teen had become indifferent to the gender of the person who was
stripping and stimulating her; she just wanted clothing off so the arousing
stimulation could expand its range.

     Susan, however, confirmed lesbian that she was, was NOT indifferent to
gender, and she joyfully drank in the sight of the darling adolescent's
all-but naked body. But - she too needed to get rid of some clothes, in
order to start enjoying some full-body skin-to-skin contact. Well, there
would just have to be a quick break in the action, and if that meant Kelly
got distracted by what the other girls were doing she would have to deal
with it, because Susan needed to strip. "Wait a minute," she said huskily,
and as quickly as possible, with few wasted motions, Susan tugged the
sweater over her head, unfastened and tugged the skirt down her legs,
unhitched and dropped the bra, and slid the panties down her legs. Susan was
naked, and she pressed her nakedness down upon the near nakedness of the
teen below her. Breast pressed against breast, nipple against nipple, and
muff against muff. Kelly was still encumbered by the bunched up bra and tee
shirt around the top of her chest, and the cotton panties preventing her
thighs from parting all the way.

     Susan applied her mouth once again to Kelly's. She need not have
worried about the girl losing her focus. The horny little teen was in full
heat, and responded to Susan's renewed kissing with complete passion,
reaching around with her arms and pulling Susan's naked torso tightly
against her own. Susan was now bothered by those inconvenient panties
preventing her from placing a thigh between Kelly's thighs and pressing it
against the girl's mound, which was covered with strawberry blonde pubic
hairs that perfectly matched those on her head. She reached one hand down to
the troublesome garment, scrunching her body so she could tug it the rest of
the way down.

     Kelly was helpful once again, bending her knees together so Susan could
slip the panties over them, down her calves, and past her feet. Susan
decided she might as well finish the job, so she pushed Kelly's arms up over
her head and gathered the bunched-up tee shirt and bra in both hands,
stretching it a bit so she could tug this over the girl's head, and then
pulled it the rest of the way over the freshman's outstretched arms.

     That left the fleshy teen totally naked, stretched out on the couch
under Susan's own nude body. Susan took a good look, and liked what she saw.
Kelly was indeed fleshy, but at age 17 any extra pounds were more like baby
fat than obesity. Rather than "washboard abs," her pale stomach had a
delightful little roll, not a pot, more like a dimple between her upper and
lower abdomen. Even though she was lying on her back her breasts stood erect
on the girl's chest, defying gravity, despite the fact that they were quite
large enough to just as easily be the type that collapse upon themselves
into gelatinous mounds. Some mysterious force of nature common to really
cute teenage girls prevented this.

     Kelly's legs were not long, but were nicely proportioned with the rest
of her. Her thighs had a little extra flesh, again not really fat on such a
young girl, just a delightful softness. Perhaps the most striking feature of
the girl's nakedness was her gorgeous pale pink skin, with its skein of
darling freckles scattered from head to toe, but concentrated mostly on her
shoulders and upper body. These were not the wall-to-wall freckles that came
in such quantity that they almost ran together into one big orange-ish blob.
Instead, every freckle was separate and distinct from its neighbors, with
plenty of precious pink flesh surrounding each. Kelly had the kind of fair
complexion that would prevent her from ever spending much time in the sun.
Her skin would only burn, not tan, and Susan made a mental note to tell her
later, "don't you dare damage that beautiful pink skin by ever trying to
ever get a tan!"

     The only part that Susan could not examine in this brief inventory was
what she was sure was a darling butt. But Kelly was showing signs of wanting
to get back to business. "One way to fix that!" Susan thought. She returned
her lips to Kelly's own, and her hands to Kelly's breasts. The difference
now was that Susan was able to press her own nude body full length into the
darling teen's nakedness, savoring skin-to-skin contact from lips to bare
feet. As she had wanted to do previously, Susan placed one of her thighs
between Kelly's and pressed down onto the girl's pubis and vulva, providing
the first direct if non-specific contact to the teen's genitals.

     Except for (very excellent!) kissing, and the caresses and massages to
Susan's back, Kelly had not reciprocated with any purely sexual touches of
her own. Susan was determined not to press the girl beyond where she wanted
to go, but decided to test her theory regarding Kelly's potential
willingness if she knew what to do. Most teen girls are fascinated by
breasts, those fascinating sensitive mounds that had sprouted so recently on
their previously flat chests, and those of the other girls in their cohort.
Given this, in Susan's (still relatively limited) experience of lesbian
love, even a reluctant teen will be eager to play with another girl's
breasts.

     So Susan removed her mouth from Kelly's, and scooted herself up a bit
so that her own perfect and larger breasts were dangling in easy reach of
the girl's hands or lips, should she want to take advantage. If Kelly
hesitated Susan was prepared to tell her she should not feel any pressure,
but if she wanted to, here they were . . .

     Hypothesis confirmed! Kelly eagerly took advantage of the offering,
quickly bringing her hands around from Susan's back to grip and squeeze the
shapely C-cups. She cupped them with both hands, pressed them together,
poked and prodded the rubbery flesh, squeezed them softly, and squeezed them
hard. Basically, she performed every tactile experiment she could think of
in this, her first opportunity to satisfy her curiosity about the nature of
(another girl's) breasts. (Susan did not count Kelly's seduction at Laura's
hands as such an opportunity. The girl had clearly been under way too much
psychological stress to enjoy a leisurely tit-fest.)

     Kelly grew bolder, leaning her head forward, placing it between Susan's
dangling globes, and pressing them tightly against her cheeks. She rocked
her head from side to side slowly, squeezing each tit more tightly between
face and hand. Susan knew where this sort of thing was like to lead, and
sure enough, Kelly began applying her mouth, first to the cleavage between
the breasts, then pecking her way around the circumference of each orb, and
finally taking a nipple between her lips and attempting to emulate the
sexual tit-sucking techniques that Susan had demonstrated on the pretty
little red-haired girl's own pair.

     While Kelly sucked her tits, Susan was able to take advantage of her
slightly elevated perch to look around to see what the other females were
doing. That, in a word, was enjoying flat out, raw naked lesbian sex!
Laura's face was buried in the pussy of the slim Daphne, who was writhing
under that skilled and massive tongue. Susan's own pussy gave a little
twinge in sympathy -- she knew what that was like! If she wasn't having so
much fun with the delightful Kelly she might be eagerly maneuvering her twat
to get a little bit of that action herself. Laura was completely naked
herself now, and Susan noted that she had one of her hands between her own
legs, where it was urgently massaging her clit.

     By lowering her head and looking under the arm that was holding her
upper body poised over Kelly's, Susan could see what was going on between
Greta and Megan. The answer came in numerical form: 69. The curvaceous Megan
was lying on her back with her legs spread wide, her head resting on a
pillow so that she had easier access to the dripping cunt of the
blonde-haired Greta, who was on top, her own head buried in dark-haired
girl's vulva.

     Susan's mouth went dry at the extraordinary erotic sight of other women
having lesbian sex while she watched. Almost of its own will, one of her
hands dropped to her own sex. She gave a quick little massage to her clit,
then dropped lower to feel how slippery and wet her lips and orifice had
already become, first through the excitement of sexing-up the darling little
Kelly, and now from the lewd scenes that were taking place in the same room.

     Touching herself provided no relief, just more arousal, however.
Susan's teen-lust was climbing rapidly, and her hormones were screaming,
"More, more, more!" She wanted more of Kelly, for starters. When Susan had
moved a hand down to her own sex, this had caused her upper torso to
collapse a bit, held up by just one arm now, and this pressed her breasts
more heavily into Kelly's face. The young girl was doing an excellent job of
furthering Susan's agitation with her inexpert but enthusiastic nipple
sucking and tit squeezing, and the extra pressure against her face had only
caused her to become even more passionate in her attentions.

     Susan decided to take another bold step forward. She maneuvered her
pelvis so that she could use the hand that was dipping lightly into her own
vagina to also touch Kelly's sex. First, she gripped her own labia between
two fingers, and tried to press her cunt directly into that of the smaller
girl. The angles weren't quite right, so instead she found the back of her
hand pressing against the other girl's vulva, but it was fun and exciting to
try. "OK, try Plan B, then," she thought to herself. She moved her hand
forward and down a few inches, taking Kelly's well lubricated lips between
two fingers, in a mirror image of the action she had performed on her own
sex.

     Kelly gasped at this first direct contact to her most private parts.
She froze for a moment, not in resistance, but in pleasure. The girl's
hot-blooded nature was in full control of her now, and she greedily accepted
any stimulation that her partner was prepared to offer. Her partner was
prepared to offer everything in the world, and was dying to do so. Susan
adjusted her position again, sliding alongside Kelly on the narrow couch,
rather than on top of her, the better to apply her fingers more effectively
to the girl's hot little cunt.  Unfortunately this removed Susan's tits from
the range of Kelly's mouth, but she was able to substitute her own lips and
tongue for the nipple Kelly had been sucking on, and the two naked girls
resumed their passionate kissing, while Susan settled into some energetic
and skilful teen quim frigging.

     As she had when she touched her own pussy, Susan began with a vigorous
clit massage, covering the exquisitely sensitive little pink bud with two of
her fingers, pressing down lightly, and drawing the organ and the flesh
surrounding around in a steady circular motion. If Susan wanted to make
herself cum quickly this is how she did it, but that was not her object with
Kelly. No, she just wanted to ramp the girl up to a high plateau of arousal
so that Susan's less intense and more deliberate techniques would have
maximum effect. After only 20 seconds of this direct attack, Susan shifted
to a different front, again placing Kelly's outer labia between the lengths
of her index and middle fingers, rocking these back and forth, which
squeezed the slippery flesh as if it were being pressed between two soft
rolling pins. As she rocked her fingers in this manner, the tips of each one
alternately tapped against the opening of the teen's tender tunnel.

     Susan enhanced this effect by curling her fingers so that they were
dipping shallowly into the dripping vagina, first one finger, then the
other, then the first, over and over. Kelly's almost automatic reaction to
these teasing pokes was to thrust her sex into Susan's hand, seeking to
drive the maddening digits deep into her cunt. Susan understood the impulse,
but she knew there were more nerve ending in the sensitive flesh of the
opening of the vaginal channel than there are deep within, so she did not
yet give in the pretty teen's desire to have her pussy filled with female
fingers. Susan's goal was to drive Kelly mad with lust at every stage, and
so far she was doing a pretty good job of it.

     Eventually she relented, though, and skid two fingers deeply into the
horny girl's cunt, finger-fucking with a steady, driving, deliberate tempo,
in, and out, and in, and out. Unlike Laura's cavernous cunt, two fingers
nicely filled Kelly's tight orifice, and Susan savored the feel of the
slippery pink cuntflesh sliding back and forth over her fingers, squeezing
them tightly. One result of her "fisting" of Laura two weeks earlier had
been to sensitize Susan as never before to the muscular contractions of cunt
muscles reacting to sexual passion, and she could feel Kelly's vagina
alternately relaxing and contracting, squeezing her own long, elegant
fingers when it did so.

     Kelly was panting and moaning now. Her hands had returned to Susan's
back when she had adopted her current position, and were reaching low to
squeeze and pull closer the slightly older girl's naked buns, which pressed
the arm that was skillfully frigging her quivering quim more tightly between
two bare abdomens and pubic mounds. Susan could tell that Kelly was getting
close to orgasm. She had considered going down on the girl following some
good finger fucking, but changed her mind, choosing instead to just push her
over the top as quickly as possible, and save the higher order lesbian
thrills for the next round, say, about five minutes after this one ended!

     Susan pulled her own crotch away from the young girl, resisting the
pressure of Kelly's hands pulling at her ass cheeks. She did so in order to
make room for her other hand, which she applied to Kelly's clit, massaging
it in the circular motion with which she had begun this sex act, and with
which she was confident she would end it.

     Due in part to circumstance and in part to preference, until her night
with Laura two weeks earlier Susan had had only four previous lovers, all
young teenage girls like herself. While she couldn't say for sure, because
she was still just 19, she already suspected that having partners who were
very young and tender was part of the appeal that lesbian sex had for her.
Nevertheless, despite being self taught and having such limited experience,
Susan had already developed a high order of skill in the art of lesbian
love. She had done so through diligent application and effort.

     What this meant for young Kelly was that Susan had already developed
full ambidextrousness in pussy fingering. So the two fingers plunging into
Kelly's dripping vagina never slackened their pace or lost their intensity
when two different fingers began massaging her clit. The result was not
surprising or hard to predict. Where before Kelly had been moaning softly
and panting, the volume and tempo of her moans now increased dramatically,
climbing, and climbing some more, until they reached a crescendo triggered
by a tremendous orgasm that ripped through her fleshy little body. Susan
eased off a bit on the intensity of the clit rubbing, but kept up the
deep-plunging finger fucking, doing those things that she knew had the
effect of prolonging the climactic spasms and which provided the most
satisfying tactile accompaniment for their effects.

     While Susan had frigged, the pair had never let up on their passionate
kissing, until the very last stage, when the entire focus of Kelly's being
had been on her impending orgasm, and then the sensations as the climax
itself coursed through her tender body. Now that her relief had come, she
rained a flurry of pecks and deeper kisses on Susan's face and mouth,
demonstrating her appreciation of the deeply satisfying sexual experience
that the older student had provided. Susan responded with grateful
passivity, accepting this homage as her due.

     But . . . When was she herself going to get some? She took a deep
breath and willed herself to patience. Susan knew herself, and knew that she
only had so many orgasms in her during a given period of time, because each
one knocked her senseless, and unlike some girls, it took a while for her to
recover. Despite her concentration on pleasuring young Kelly, Susan had
never lost her awareness of the situation in which she and the darling
redhead had found themselves -- a lesbian orgy.

     The evening's events so far probably qualified as an orgy in the strict
sense of the word, which is more than two, or maybe more than three people
all having sex in the same time and place. But Susan's sense of the word
involved a little more than just three couples all having sex with each
other in the same room, which was "all" that had happened so far. She had
expected some kind of "group" activities, and an opportunity to have sex
with more than one person. She still suspected that this type of thing was
on the agenda -- the night was still young. Susan was right, and she had no
idea how young the night was.

     She was eager to spread her wings and fly in a lesbian sex fest, but
she felt somewhat constrained by the "nervous virgin" she had committed to
watch out for -- Kelly. Well, not literally a virgin, to either conventional
or girl-girl sex, but still very reluctant to throw herself into the full
spirit of the lesbian thing.

     The other two couples were still going strong. Megan and Greta were now
kissing passionately and frigging each other's pussies with verve and ardor.
Laura was still licking Daphne's gushing cunt, and had one finger plunged
deep in the girls anus. Daphne was gasping and moaning and writhing, her
entire body oscillating in a sine-wave of pleasure, her muscles taut as
spring-steel bent to the edge of its breaking point, her skin covered with a
sheen of sweat, her thighs soaked from what Susan suspected were several
orgasms already brought on by the amazon's practiced lips and tongue. The
sight of the young woman's consuming passion cranked up the volume of
Susan's own arousal a few more notches.

     Kelly had recovered, and was also watching Daphne thrash under Laura's
relentless tongue and lips. Susan suspected while such intense sexual
passion might be somewhat intimidating, the young girl could not help but to
be turned on by the sight. Hetero, homo, or whatever, one would have to be
dead to NOT find the sight of such all-consuming passion to be stimulating.
Susan noticed that Greta and Megan had broken their kiss and were watching
too, their fingers still on each others cunts, but moving desultorily as
they feasted their eyes on the incredible scene.

     Susan was amazed by how long this tableau held. Laura was tireless in
her sucking and licking and fingering, and Daphne was insatiable in her
acceptance of same. No wonder Laura was in love, or in lust, or whatever it
was! Clearly, fucking Daphne was an awesomely satisfying experience, because
the girl sustained a level of passionate arousal such as Susan had never
imagined.

     It could not last forever, though, and eventually the crisis came.
Daphne wailed, and writhed, and pulled the massive Laura so tightly against
her cunt that it appeared she was trying to swallow the big woman. Liquid
poured from her sex, and although Laura tried, she could not consume more
than a fraction of it. After an orgasm that went on and on and on for a time
longer than Susan had believed was possible, the girl collapsed, spent and
nearly comatose. Susan was gaping with awe.

     Her fascination was interrupted by the sound of clapping -- Greta and
Megan were acknowledging the inspiring performance in conventional fashion.
At first Susan thought they were being flip and rude, but she noticed that
they were serious, although they couldn't help but to smile when they
themselves realized the absurd incongruity of their response. They both
stopped after just a few claps, looking embarrassed that they had committed
a minor faux pas with their inappropriate response. But their embarrassment
made it OK, showing that they really did appreciate the magnitude of what
they had just witnessed, and had not meant to diminish it.

     Laura had been startled at the clapping, and whipped around fearing
that she was being laughed at, but when she saw that the girls really meant
no disrespect and were genuinely moved at what they had witnessed she looked
abashed, smiled, and even mouthed, "Thank you." Daphne noticed nothing -- she
was out of it, all but unconscious. Laura went back to the naked, spent
girl,  lifting her like a baby in her own powerful arms, cradling and
rocking the thin woman against her breast lovingly. It was really quite
touching, Susan thought.

     Her own feelings about and appreciation for Laura had changed a lot.
She mostly had been relieved to hear Kelly's account of the tutoring, and
the seduction this had led to. Susan was not ready to forgive Laura for
taking advantage of her position of authority to place Kelly in a situation
where the big grad student could manipulate her. That said, although Laura's
actions were wrong, the degree of impropriety certainly fell into a gray
area.. Notwithstanding the fact that she was still just 17 and would not
become an official adult for a couple of months yet, Kelly was an autonomous
human being with free will and could have walked out at any time, seeking
academic help from some less demanding quarter. After the sweetness and
gentleness that Laura had exhibited in her "seduction" of Susan, Susan had
found the notion of the big woman as being capable of flatly immoral sexual
blackmail to be discordant with her own experience and impressions. The
truth had reassured Susan that her own her own ability to judge other
people, and her view of the world in general, were not out of whack with
reality.

     So Laura's tenderness with the spent Daphne just added to Susan's
sympathy for the woman, and even made her kind of like Laura. Not that she
had actively disliked the woman, just been pissed off at some of her bad
behavior. She still was pissed, but now saw that bad behavior as part of a
bigger picture. That bad behavior was still evidence of some character
flaws, but not of real malice. Nobody was perfect (except me of course,
Susan thought to herself playfully, but not seriously), and while Laura
might be a bit less perfect than some others, the woman definitely had her
virtues as well.

     All these thoughts passed through Susan's head very quickly as she
observed the delicious scene of five other attractive, naked, lusty
lesbians, or non-lesbian willing to experiment in the case of Kelly, sharing
the small space with herself, naked lesbian number six (or five-and-a-half,
or whatever). Susan found the scene, and the prospect, incredibly exciting.
She wanted to play!

     She turned to Kelly and said softly, "Kelly, I want to play! You - and
what we just witnessed with Laura and Daphne -- have got me horny as hell,
and I want some! I promised to help you and watch out for you, and I will
make sure that no one tries to make you do anything you don't want to, but,
oh man, there's a lot of things that I DO want to do . . ."

     "I understand, Susan," Kelly said. "Um, by the way -- thanks! That was
wonderful!" Kelly was referring to Susan using her fingers to bring the
young girl to orgasm. "And, yeah, that was pretty incredible, Daphne, I
mean. It got me excited, too! I'm not sure how much I want to do, but Susan
-- I am sure about one thing -- I want to `play' too . . . with you, that is."
Susan was touched, and excited. She wasn't sure just how far the pretty
redhead was willing to go, but she was willing to take whatever the teen was
willing to give. Her arousal took another leap upward at the prospect.

     Daphne was beginning to come back to life -- a relief, that, because
Susan hadn't known what to expect when a person collapsed from such
over-the-top passion -- and Laura shifted some of her attention to the other
four girls, all naked, all having just participated in various lesbian sex
acts.

     "Hey, it looks like the party is well underway!" she said, with a
laugh. Susan was a little bit embarrassed, as if she was "caught" or
something, sitting with the naked companion she had just brought to orgasm,
her fingers smelling strongly of pussy juice. She could tell Kelly was even
more embarrassed, but realized they both were being silly, so she forced
herself to adopt a more appropriate attitude, and responded in kind.

     She gave Kelly a little squeeze, in part to warn the girl, and in part
as a visual accompaniment to her next words, which were, "Who? Us? We were
just talking . . ."

     Laura looked shocked for a nanosecond at this wild untruth, and then
burst out laughing, Greta and Megan snickered, and even the still groggy
Daphne smiled. They were all responding with good humor, though, not
meanness, so even Kelly, although she had been embarrassed at first by
Susan's words, giggled a bit and relaxed.

     Susan got serious for a second. "Laura, and Daphne, I have to tell you.
That was beautiful." Megan and Greta nodded.

     Laura smiled sweetly. "Thanks, Susan. Girls, I think I'm in love!" she
squeezed Daphne as she said this, but something in her tone and actions and
expressions conveyed that this did not mean she was prepared to restrict her
sexual attentions just the one girl. Which relieved Susan  -- she wanted a
lesbian orgy! -- but did not surprise her.

     Laura continued, determined to reinforce that impression, and eager not
to sidetrack the orgy that she too was looking forward to. "Well, hey, don't
let me interfere with the fun. I was kind of focused elsewhere for a while
there," big understatement, "but I thought I noticed you two girls touching
and kissing," nodding to Greta and Megan. To Susan and Kelly, "And while I
couldn't tell what exactly was going on on the couch over there, I can't
help noticing that you both look really naked, and seem to be getting along
REALY well! So, don't let me interrupt anything, or spoil anybody's fun."
With that she turned her face to Daphne, still cradled in her arms, and
kissed the girl tenderly on the lips, tuning out the others, not rudely, but
as if to reinforce her message to "let the games continue."

     Susan was ever so willing to do so. She turned her attention back to
Kelly, and gave the girl a smile and a hug. Kelly responded in kind. They
both looked toward Greta and Megan, and those girls were also engaged in a
tender kiss, and had started gently fondling each other's naked breasts.
Susan turned back to Kelly and said, "Well, if you can't beat `em, you might
as well join `em," and without giving Kelly a chance to respond to this
sally, lowered her lips to Kelly's own, resuming once again the soft kissing
that neither one of them ever seemed to tire of. Kelly did respond, though --
  by wrapping her arms around the slightly larger girl and pulling her
close. They kissed for a few minutes, and then Kelly broke it off.

     "Susan -- I meant what I said before. You know, about being willing to
`play' -- with you."  Susan's heart skipped a beat.

     "Are you sure, Kelly? Oh, I would LOVE it, don't get me wrong. But I
don't want you to feel like you have to do anything that you don't want to.
What I did before, with you, I did it because I wanted to, not because I
necessarily expected anything in return."

     "I know, Susan, and thanks. Yeah, I'm pretty sure. You have been so
sweet, and I'm pretty sure I'm not a lesbian, but you made me see that it's
alright if I still get turned on when another girl does what you did -- or,"
more hesitantly, "what Laura did. And, I can't deny it -- watching Laura make
that girl cum, and being here, and being with you -- gosh, it IS pretty
darned exciting!"

     "OK, Kelly. No - wait a minute: Not just `OK'  - `Yippee!' You do
whatever you want, and nothing more. Ill just be putty in your hands.
`Ravish me!' `Now, kiss me, you fool!'" Susan was deliberately keeping it
light with those last two cracks, but she meant every word. She laid back on
the couch, making her naked body completely available and accessible to the
younger girl, and reached out her arms, inviting Kelly to take the demand of
her last comment literally.

     Kelly did, leaning forward and engaging in a passionate, deep,
tongue-diving kiss to the older and more sophisticated girl. After a couple
of minutes she withdrew and "surveyed the field," gazing up and down Susan's
naked body, trying to decide where to begin. Susan went limp and passive,
leaving it all up to Kelly to choose what to do. Kelly reached out one hand
and caressed Susan's face, stroking her cheek. Susan closed her eyes and
leaned into the touch, encouraging Kelly to continue, which she did,
stroking Susan's lips (which delivered a brief kiss to the soft fingers in
passing), her chin, her eyelids, forehead, and back to the cheeks. She made
several tours of Susan's face with her fingers and smooth palms, exploring
every corner and crease of the beautiful woman's features. Then she expanded
her range, stroking the sensitive flesh of Susan's neck, and softly
caressing the earlobes, and then the ridges and grooves of Susan's delicate
ears.

     Kelly stroked Susan's shoulders next, and the tops of her breasts. But
rather than continue the tour with her fingers, she lowered her head and
substituted her mouth, kissing a soft trail around Susan's neck, onto her
naked shoulders, and across the tops of her swelling bosom. Her lips dropped
down to the soft flesh on the sides of the woman's torso, under her arms,
circling around under the breasts, and coming back northwards up the central
ridge of Susan's breastbone, through the valley separating Susan's firm,
upthrusting breasts, arriving at the end of this leisurely tour back at the
top of the chest where she had begun.

     "Oooo-eee," Susan thought. "You go, girl!" Kelly was proving herself to
be a natural born master at the art of sensuous touching, and Susan was
eating it up. Yeah, she was horny as heck, but she was in no hurry, and
perfectly willing for Kelly to continue the soft caresses and nibbles.

     That said, she had no complaints when Kelly shifted her attention next
to the tits themselves, kissing spirals around a breast, taking her time,
ever so slowly approaching the sensitive nipple, slowly, slowly . . .
"Alright, already -- Do it! Do it!" Susan thought, and communicated this by
ever so slightly thrusting her breast upwards toward Kelly's mouth.

     Susan need not have worried. Kelly was finely attuned to the state of
her need. She held off for just brief moment longer, continuing her measured
spiral, which despite Susan's impatience, was ever so close to its goal, and
finally, at just the point where further delay would have generated
frustration rather than arousal, she gave the nipple the attention it
craved. Kelly delivered a thorough nipple sucking, first to one breast, then
the other, sucking and nibbling and tweaking and licking, first on one side,
then the other, and then back again.

     Susan was moaning softly after just a couple minutes of the girl's
inspired amateur titsucking. Her legs had parted, and her pelvis was
gyrating slowly as urgent signals went back and forth along her
nipple-to-clit hotline. As she sucked, one of Kelly's hands helped by
cupping the titflesh, shaping it and feeding it into her eager mouth. Her
other hand had gone wandering, caressing Susan's abdomen and sides, reaching
lower, and lower, and when Susan's hips had begun rocking Kelly's hand was
near, brushing across the dark blonde hairs of her triangle, then massaging
the mound itself, and then pressing down strongly on the pubic bone beneath.

     "Oooo-eee! Ooooo-eeee!" Susan thought again. "Yes, yes, yes!" As she
had suspected, while Kelly had not known at first how exactly to respond
when the body of the lover stimulating her horny body was that of a woman,
once she was freed of psychological pressure and had the leisure and the
confidence to explore, she figured it out in a hurry! There was more to it
than that, though.  "The girl is a like a sci-fi empath with extrasensory
perception," Susan thought, marveling at Kelly's exquisite sense of pacing.
While she wasn't engaging in any deep analysis at that moment, Susan did
retain enough lucidity to have an insight about Kelly: She realized that
there was nothing mystical about the girl's intuitive mastery of sensuality.
Instead it was related to the perceptiveness and "emotional intelligence"
she had demonstrated when revealing her belief that Susan's sexual identity
was decidedly more female-directed than Susan herself had let on.

     Susan thanked the streak of honesty that had caused her to tell Kelly,
if not the complete, entire and whole truth, then more than enough of it to
let the girl make her choices based on a sufficiency of knowledge about the
woman who was trying to help her, and the potentially mixed motives of that
woman. In other words, Susan had let Kelly know that part of the reason she
was being so helpful was because she wanted to get into the girl's pants!
That was OK; being less than honest about it was not OK. Susan felt a little
humbled at these insights, which opened a window on a level of character
superior to her own, and she felt a little bit ashamed that she had not been
even more forthcoming. The bottom line was, Susan now appreciated that Kelly
was a really, really good person, good in the sense of honest and virtuous.
A better person than Susan herself.

     Not that these insights did anything to reduce Susan's vaulting state
of arousal! Just the opposite, in fact. She felt proud that Kelly wanted to
give her, the lowly-by-comparison Susan Smith, sexual pleasure. Most
uncharitably she thought to herself, "Hey Laura -- Nya-na-Nya-na-na! Kelly
thinks I deserve it, and you don't!" She mentally slapped herself at the
thought because, although true it may be, it was still unworthy of the good
person who was now giving Susan a beautiful gift.

     Kelly, of course, was unaware of the thoughts that were roiling through
Susan's head, and was totally focused on providing pleasure to her new
friend. Her intuitively-inspired titsucking and touching had never let up.
The hand on Susan's mound had moved lower, the timing again perfect,
providing the next level of sexual stimulation at the precisely the right
moment, not too soon, before the subject had attained the maximum amount of
arousal possible from the prior activity (titsucking), and not too late,
when that activity had already delivered all it had to offer in building a
base of excitement, and the "subject" (the almost drooling Susan) became
frustrated by the delay in moving on to the next level.

     That next level had arrived. Kelly was stroking Susan's cunt with her
girl-soft fingers, massaging the clit, lightly tapping it with the flats of
two fingers, lightly pinching the labia majora, delicately stroking the
inner lips, dipping shallowly into Susan's dripping vagina, then returning
to the clit. Susan was desperately humping her pudenda against the willing
hand, her body twisting and gyrating in pleasure. While she fingered Susan's
cunt Kelly had not stopped her titsucking,  but now she did, and Susan felt
the girl begin to kiss her way across her abdomen, lower, lower, lower . . .

     "Yes!" Susan thought to herself. Then, "No!" With the last bit of
willpower she could muster before abandoning herself completely to the
sensation, Susan reached a hand down to Kelly's head, stopping her, and when
Kelly looked up, she croaked, "Kelly -- are you sure you want to?"

     Kelly just smiled sweetly (that is, wisely, Susan now realized. And
sweetly. But not JUST sweetly - there is more to Kelly than that). Susan
accepted what was being offered, then gave up trying to think rationally,
closed her eyes, and thrust her hips demandingly. Finely attuned as ever,
Kelly abandoned her slow approach, swung her body around so that she was
tucked in  between Susan's parted legs, and lowered her mouth to Susan's
most intimate parts. Her lips went right to the clit, which she began
licking and sucking, not softly, or too hard either, but rather with a level
of stimulation that was just right for Susan's state of arousal.

     She worked the clit for a good minute, and then, when that action
threatened to overwhelm the super-sensitive organ, dropped lower, tonguing
Susan's sensitive inner lips, and the opening to her vagina. Kelly had
cupped Susan's butt cheeks in both hands when she had begun to suck, but
eventually she pulled one hand down and inserted one finger, and then two,
and then a third into Susan's gaping, aching cunt. Kelly's fingers were
short, so when she pushed deep her palm pressed against Susan's sensitive
perineum, adding to the pleasure. She returned her lips to Susan's clit, and
while she lacked the experience that makes it possible after lots of
practice to deliver skillful licking and fingering with equal focus on each,
she did a pretty good job, shifting her attention back and forth quickly,
concentrating on keeping the one activity going with equal diligence when
she was focused on the other.

     Needless to say, Susan was in heaven. This little angel was surely a
gift from heaven, she thought. Well, she would have thought that, and did
later, but truth to tell she had no real coherent thoughts at that moment,
just disjointed, silent encouragement to her angelic lover, along the lines
of "Yes, there, oh, yes, RIGHT there, oh, yes, oh suck it harder, oh
perfect, thank you, more, yes, that's good, that's perfect, that's perfect!
OH PERFECT! OH! YES! YE-ESSS!"

     That last affirmative came in response to Kelly suddenly upping the
tempo and intensity of her clit-sucking to a level intended to drive "the
subject" over the edge. It did. Susan came. Oh did she cum. Her hips bucked,
her hands pulled Kelly's sweet face tightly into her cunt, her juice
flooded, threatening to choke the sweet little redhead, and . . . she . . .
SCREAMED!

     Then it passed. As usual when she came, this time a lot more than
usual, actually, Susan became semi-comatose after the powerful orgasm,
delivered as it was with such loving tenderness. She collapsed back onto the
couch, eyes closed, almost completely out of touch with her surroundings.
The sound of hands clapping did penetrate the fog, and Susan retained enough
awareness to realize that she must have put on a worthy performance for the
other lusty lesbians. She smiled faintly at the knowledge that she had
scaled a peak of passion comparable to the awesome display put on earlier by
the waifish Daphne. This knowledge restored another small measure of
consciousness, and she reached out her arms limply, seeking the little angel
who had lifted her to that peak. The little angel was there, her small body
alongside Susan's, their arms around each other now, sharing with each other
a profound sense of intimacy and deep warmth of feeling, despite the
presence of four other women in the room.

     Eventually, Susan returned the rest of the way to planet Earth. When
she did, her little gift from heaven was there waiting for her, looking into
her eyes, stroking her face gently with her fingers.

     "Oh my God, Kelly. Thank you. Oh, thank you!" Susan's cup runneth over
with powerful emotions, and a tear ran down her face. Kelly smiled sweetly,
placed a finger on Susan's lips as if to shush her, and then replaced it
with her own lips, delivering a chaste peck to the overwhelmed woman.

     "Kelly, you have given me a wonderful gift, and I will try to be
worthy," Susan said, expressing her newfound appreciation of the girl's deep
goodness. Her heart was filled with warmth and affection, and a little
sadness, too: She knew that lesbianism was not Kelly's true calling. This
might be the only night they would ever spend together in this manner, and
it was unlikely that Kelly would have ever again sex with another girl after
this night. So Susan meant what she said about the gift Kelly had given. She
wished the very best possible for the girl, and hoped that she found a life
partner and soul mate worthy of her goodness.


Susan discovers group sex

     The other women could tell that something profound had happened between
Kelly and Susan, but were not fully aware of what, exactly. What was obvious
to them was that the two had enjoyed some really kick-ass sex together. That
lack of complete understanding was OK with Susan -- this would be a private
thing she and Kelly shared together. Meanwhile, the others were taking a
break. Laura had brought out some ice cream and fruit, and the "party" had
again taken on the look of a typical campus get together, the girls chatting
in a lively manner about areas of mutual interest and experience. Oh, except
that, all six girls were naked, and the aroma of aroused-then-satisfied
female lust pervaded the room!

     Susan and Kelly joined the party, welcoming the treats, and welcoming
the innocent conversation as a break from the intense sexual and emotional
byplay. This interlude went on for almost an hour, but eventually hormones
began to reassert themselves, and the level of touching, suggestive remarks
and intense looks reached a point where it was impossible to ignore, or to
pretend that most of those present had one thing on their minds -- lesbian
sex! The one exception, of course, was Kelly. Susan successfully attempted
to communicate her desires to the teen through looks alone, and Kelly
signaled back, "I'm OK, don't worry about me, you have fun, I can take care
of myself now, I may even join in some of the fun but probably not as much
as the rest of you."

     Susan idly considered how interesting it was that such detailed
communication could take place without words. Upon reflection she realized,
based on past experience with her handful of teenage lovers that, for
someone fortunate enough to be emotionally very close to another person,
this actually happens all the time, assuming that both parties are
reasonably self aware and fully in tune with the context of their
surroundings.

     So, before long the games were ready to begin again! Laura had an
announcement: "Hey, gang, I have something to show you in the bedroom." Her
guests dutifully followed the big girl into the tiny little cubbyhole barely
big enough to earn the title "bedroom," and they all "loved what Laura had
done with the place": This was to remove all the furniture, cover the floor
with three twin-size mattresses, fill the small amount of remaining space
with cushions, and tuck the entire arrangement under clean white sheets.

     The results of the woman's "redecorating" earned a chorus of "oooos"
and "ahhhhs," and, of course, triggered a brief spate of
naked-girls-jumping-on-mattresses, which was -- interesting - in the case of
the massive Laura, and deliciously visually appealing in the case of the
delightfully curvaceous and well-endowed pair of Susan and Megan. Susan
noticed how closely Megan's perfect body looked like her own, felt proud of
the comparison, and curious regarding how much -- er, how deeply? - the
resemblance penetrated. Megan noticed Susan's frank appraisal and
appreciation of her figure, appeared to share the curiosity, and also took
pleasure in the attractiveness of the other girl's body. Just as
like-attracted-like in the case of Susan and Megan, the waifish Daphne and
shorter but also thin Greta were also eyeballing each other. Kelly noticed
the attraction between the Susan and Megan, and at an opportune moment, gave
Susan a wink and an "I'm fine, you go for it" smile. While she still had
Susan's attention Kelly finished this exchange by casting a quick glance a
Laura, giving the vaguest hint of a shrug, another accepting, reassuring
smile, and that was it -- the arrangements were made.

     So that left Kelly and Laura as the odd girls out. And an odd couple
they were, too -- the tall, statuesque, muscular, crewcut-topped Laura, and
the soft, fleshy, pretty little red-haired girl could not have been further
apart in physical size or shape.

     Susan had one more of those "silent conversations" that evening -- the
most important one of all, this time with Laura. Although Laura did not know
exactly had happened emotionally between Kelly and Susan, she knew that
something had occurred. She also had noticed them talking intensely and
seriously at the outset of the evening, and had a pretty good idea that the
subject of that conversation was HER, and her behavior toward the
undergrads, Kelly in particular. So she knew that the pair had experienced
some kind of emotional catharsis during their sex session, and knew that
Susan had "gotten" from the girl that which she herself had been denied,
which on a superficial, physical level was oral sex, but Susan understood to
be really much deeper than that.

     Susan's silent "talking to" to Laura went like this: She fixed the big
woman with an intense and strongly disapproving "shame on you" stare,
punctuated early-on with a brief glance at Kelly to show what, or "who" she
was "talking" about. At first Laura tried to return the glare with an
evasive "Who? Me?" look, but when she saw Susan wasn't buying it and wasn't
accepting any nonsense, she dropped her eyes humbly, accepting shame for the
way she had so roughly treated the emotions of the precious Kelly. The
exchange continued when Laura lifted her eyes again to Susan, accepting her
guilt with an "I'm sorry!" expression. Susan responded by casting a brief
look of exquisite tenderness at Kelly, and then quickly shifting her eyes
back to Laura, delivering a sidelong "don't mess with me" glare. Laura
responded by turning to Kelly with a frank "please forgive me" appeal in her
eyes. Kelly, who had been a party to every nuance of this "conversation,"
nodded graciously, and Laura shifted her eyes back to Susan, giving her the
same "please forgive me" look, but with slightly less intensity than that
given to the girl she had actually wronged. Susan returned this with an
"alright, then" grimace of acknowledgement, emphasized by just the slightest
nod.

     And that was it -- the air was cleared. All this silent communication
took no longer than the time it takes to drink down a glass of cool water on
a hot day, and was magisterial in its eloquence. While the "conversation"
was underway the other three girls were aware that "something" was
happening, but they didn't know what it was, exactly. They were nervous
nevertheless, and all three sensed when the tension suddenly relaxed at the
conclusion of the wordless exchange. Everyone relaxed then, three of them
not really knowing why they had been tense.

     Susan, Kelly and Laura all knew now exactly where they stood. Susan
suspected that in the minutes to come Kelly was going to get some of that
"really good" Laura kissing which she and Susan both appreciated, and that
Laura was going to get -- probably not much more than that, if anything.
Which was hardly a sacrifice, given that there were four other beautiful,
horny, eager young lesbians in the tiny room, ready, willing and able to
satisfy every fantasy and whim the lustful woman could conceive of. Once
they finished having sex with each other, that is. Unless it developed into
a three, or four, or five-way interaction. Or six-way if the little redhead
chose to join in.

     For Susan, one thing was for certain: Kelly might have been "number
six" in that group, but she was "number one" in Susan's book, and it would
be over her dead body that anyone tried to pressure Kelly to go one
millimeter further than she was willing to go. Which, now that the air was
cleared, might be further than Susan thought!

     One further message had been exchanged, which was more implicit than
explicit, but Susan thought that Laura would have to be dense to miss it,
and didn't think the woman was: It was understood that there wouldn't be any
more "sex for tutoring" games between Laura and Kelly. Susan made a mental
note to make sure of this detail later. She would offer to pay Laura a
really worthwhile sum to continue the girl's lessons. If Kelly wanted her
to, that is. Susan guessed that now that the air was cleared and Laura had
acknowledged her wrongdoing and been forgiven, Kelly probably would want to.
Tutoring to take place in the library, not Laura's apartment. If Laura
didn't want to do it, then Susan would engage another tutor. For just plain
money, which Susan had lots of. Kelly did not know it yet, but her days of
having to face all by herself academic challenges that threatened of derail
her college career were over. She would still have to bust her butt to
succeed, but she would have all the help she needed to do so -- and wouldn't
have to pay for it with her body, or her soul.

     The rest of Susan's first lesbian orgy passed in a fog of eroticism,
lust, arousal, and satisfaction. The six women had sex in every combination
imaginable. It was impossible afterwards for Susan to assemble in her mind a
blow-by-blow sequence of events, but many highlights stuck in her memory,
and became the stuff of erotic fantasies for years to come.

     Susan did have sex with Megan. The two girls' bodies were so similar
that for Susan it was almost like having sex with herself. Which to some
extent described all of her experiences of lesbian sex. When an aroused
female thrilled to the touch of Susan's tongue lapping across the surface of
her engorged clit, Susan's own clit throbbed in sympathy, knowing exactly
the sensation the other was experiencing.

     For starters, her and Megan's tits were both exactly the same ample
size and perfect shape. Susan spent a long time fondling and sucking Megan's
tits, coming to know them intimately, and in doing so realizing what a hot
babe she herself must be, because hers were identical to Megan's, and
Megan's were fantastic. Identical right down to the "puffy" nipples that
Susan so loved.

     She and Megan took turns licking each others cunts, making each other
cum. In this area they were not completely identical, though. Megan's
cuntflesh was the tiniest bit darker in shade than the lovely pale pink of
Susan's own. While not at all comparable to Laura's "elephant ear" labia,
Megan's lips extended a miniscule amount further than Susan's own, which
meant not much at all, because, like her puffy nipples, Susan's pink cunt
had the "virginal" look of a much younger girl who has only recently crossed
the threshold of puberty. She enhanced this by keeping her pubic hair
thinned out. Not shaved, or trimmed into a silly "heart" shape or anything
like that, just short and thin so that the skin beneath showed through
easily. Megan, on the other hand, and a thick, dark bush, which contrasted
starkly with her pale white skin, something Susan found very sexy.

     Susan spent a long time between the girl's legs, not trying to make her
cum right away, but exploring. Megan understood, and was patient. When it
was her turn she also took her time "looking around," and feeling around,
and Susan returned the favor with her own patience. But since both girls
were happily lesbian in their sexual identity, and loved to suck cunt and
have their own cunt sucked, after lengthy periods of "poking around," each
generously gave and received dripping hot oral sex to and from the other.

     All the lesbians wanted to have a turn with the incredibly passionate
Daphne, and Susan was no exception. Daphne's passion consistently ran at a
fever pitch whenever she was aroused, although it did not always ascend to
the stratospheric heights that the girls had witnessed when Laura made love
to her on the living room floor.

     Susan got her turn, and was not disappointed. Performing cunnilingus on
Daphne was like worshipping at an altar to passion. Susan could not believe
how responsive the woman was, and how clearly she communicated her joy at
every variation, whether that be rubbing the bottom of a girl-soft tongue
over the surface of her clit, stuffing a stiffened tongue or fingers deeply
into her surprisingly capacious vagina, or just delivering some of that good
ol' time titsucking to her small and pointy-nippled breasts.

     Susan did not have clear memories of performing oral sex on Greta, but
she knew that she must have. She knew it because, all night long, Susan
never stopped sucking cunt. The impact of orgasm was different for each
girl. Susan was at one end of the spectrum, experiencing near-total
discombobulation and enervation. Laura typefied the other extreme, ready for
more 30 seconds after the spasms of her previous orgasm had subsided to weak
twitches. The others were scattered in between. What this meant was that
Susan had to limit the amount of stimulation she accepted, and happily,
insatiably gave much more than she received. At any given moment, even if
three sated cunts were still in recovery, a fourth would be available
somewhere, and Susan would feast on it. A couple of the girls even dozed off
for a brief time, only to be awakened by Susan's tongue eagerly licking
their sex-drenched slits.

     Actually, Susan had access to five other cunts, not four. The precious
Kelly welcomed her attentions whenever her turn for Susan's mouth came
around. With one exception she did not do any more pussy licking herself
that night, and was not willing to let any of the other girls lick her. That
one exception occurred with Laura licking and Susan being licked,
respectively. And simultaneously

     Simultaneously because this occurred when the girls arranged themselves
into an incredible six-way daisy chain. Kelly was sandwiched between Susan
and Laura, licking Susan's cunt, her own being sucked by Laura. Susan was
embarrassed to realize later that she had no idea whose vulva her own mouth
had been buried in. She thought it was Megan, but Megan was one of her
favorites, and she spent a lot of time that night with her mouth fastened to
Megan's pussy, so she couldn't be sure. In any event, even though it was
being provided by her little angel, Kelly, the pure physical sensation of
that six-way tryst was not the greatest ever, because arrangement led to
slightly awkward angles, and required some effort to keep it all together.
But - even though the actual pussy licking did not get the 100 percent focus
it deserved, the thrill of being one of six young, beautiful, passionate and
highly aroused women, all paying homage with their lips to the dripping core
of female sexuality - the soft moans; the urgent sighs; the wet, juicy
slurping sounds; the thick fog of pussy-juice aroma almost choking in its
intensity; the musky taste of oozing, flooding, throbbing cunt, with its
ever so faint urine tang -- all of this multiplied by six: This was certainly
the most erotic experience of Susan's life to that point.

     Another memory that stuck was sex with Laura, during which Susan
performed the "fisting" act for the second time in her life. Of course Laura
came buckets, which Susan did her best to swallow. This performance earned
one of those infrequent rounds of "applause." And then, amazingly, as soon
as Laura had stopped cumming and Susan had withdrawn her dripping fist and
forearm from the big woman's pulsing hole, Daphne was there, begging with
her eyes, and when Susan nodded in assent, the thin, waifish blonde lowered
her sex onto Susan's fist, swallowing it in her surprisingly capacious
cavity. As always, Daphne soared to awesome heights of passion, perhaps more
then than at any other time that night, driven right out of this world by
the sensation of having her cunt stuffed to the gills with a slippery female
fist and arm. When the girl experienced another one of those world-shaking
orgasms in this way, each quiver and spasm communicating itself so directly
to Susan through her arm and fist, for the first time in her life Susan
actually had an orgasm without any stimulation being applied to her own
genitals, driven over the top by the pure intensity of Daphne's arousal and
release.

     Susan had one other very distinct memory. With the exceptions already
mentioned Kelly really had not participated much at all. She did enjoy
several nice kissing sessions with Laura, joined the six-way daisy chain,
and happily opened her legs to Susan's attentions whenever her turn came
around, cumming every time. She did love sex, after all, and felt completely
comfortable with Susan.

     But she did not "play" with any of the other girls, or let them play
with her, except for one time. Susan was kissing Kelly's darling tits, about
to start kissing her way south to that delightful strawberry blonde bush,
when both girls became aware of Laura, asking permission with her eyes to
kiss Kelly's lips. Kelly smiled and nodded -- she was insatiable when it came
to kissing, and Laura WAS a world class kisser. And then Megan and Daphne
were there, looking longingly yet shyly as the pretty redhead's sexy
breasts. Kelly looked at Susan inquisitively, Susan gave a little "up to
you" shrug, and then Kelly smiled at the two sweetly eager girls, reached
one hand to each of their heads, and pulled them down like babes to her
breasts. Susan resumed her trip down that road to glory-hole, assuming her
favorite position in life, prone between a lusty teen girl's thighs,
preparing to lower her mouth to her fresh young cunt. Before she lost
herself in Kelly's pink folds, she saw Greta at the other end of Kelly's
body, also wanting permission, but just to take Kelly's pretty head in her
lap and touch her face and hair. Naturally Kelly accepted this happily.

     Those were perhaps the most joyful moments for Susan. Each girl wanted
to give pleasure to Kelly. Susan believed they wanted to because they sensed
the girl's deep inner goodness, and not just because she was a darling,
hot-blooded little redhead, although that certainly played a role. The girls
were absolutely courtly in their behavior, graciously seeking permission
before doing anything, paying homage to the girl's virtue by trying to match
it with impeccable behavior themselves.

     Susan took her time when she made oral love to Kelly that time. Kelly
was as horny as ever -- virtue in the girl decidedly did NOT mean adherence
to medieval codes of self denial -- and she eagerly sought every iota of
sexual pleasure that Susan and the other girls had to offer. But Susan
wanted the beautiful scene to go on forever. So she adopted a languorous
pace, engaging in more soft, sensual touches and kisses than hard-core,
cum-driving cunt sucking. Oh, she eventually got around to that, too, and
Kelly ate it up as Susan ate HER up. But Susan did so only after the longest
time of less direct stimulation, kissing Kelly's soft inner thighs, stroking
and fondling the underside of the bouncily delightful butt cheeks and the
delicious dimples between these and her upper thighs (both accessible
because Kelly's outspread knees were bent and her feet flat on the mattress
surface), and just lightly pecking and brushing the girl's sex with her own
lips. The other girls matched this pace. Megan and Daphne did more sensuous
breast-touching and kissing than hard-driving nipple sucking, although they
did plenty of that, too, at the appropriate moments. Laura outdid herself
with that "good kissing," as if she were trying to make up for all the
wrongs she had done to the girl. She also paced herself, giving mostly soft,
romantic kisses, but passionately diving her big tongue deep at the critical
moments. Greta sweetly stroked and caressed the little redhead's face and
hair the entire time.

     Susan wanted it to last forever, but eventually Kelly's arousal rose to
that state when to delay the inevitable was just cruel. Susan applied her
full skill then, plunging fingers in and out of the tight and dripping
tunnel, sliding the soft underside of her tongue from side-to-side over the
exquisitely sensitive core of Kelly's sexuality, her tiny little hooded
clit, and at the critical moment, adding an order of magnitude more
intensity by rapidly shaking her head from side to side as she used the same
side-to-side-tongue-on-clit action, but with suction added to hold the
girl's pulsing sex in place right through the vigorous head shaking. That
did it for Kelly. She soared and rocked with the most intense orgasm of her
young life. Kelly usually fell into the middle of that impact-of-orgasm
continuum, but this time she paid a visit to Susan's discombobulation end of
the spectrum. When she returned to full awareness her adoring admirers were
all there to embrace her and thank her with chaste kisses. When Susan's turn
came she had tears running down her cheeks, and she and Kelly embraced for a
long time, while the other girls encircled them in a ring of comfort and
affection.


Epilog

     Susan followed up on her determination to see that Kelly got the help
she needed at school. It turned out that Laura was willing to help, and did
so. She refused to accept the ridiculously large amount of money that Susan
offered for this, but did take a reasonable level of compensation, since her
free time was so limited, and because she was a classic "starving grad
student." Given her limited time availability she later asked Susan if it
would be OK if another grad student took over part of the duties for the
same pay, which Susan was more than happy to accept. In the end Kelly did
not need that much remedial work after all. She busted her butt working to
catch up, but she really was smart, and once she was up to speed in the
areas that "Podunk High" had neglected, she took off academically and never
looked back.

     It goes without saying that Laura's days of attempting sexual blackmail
were over, even though the truth of what she had done never came close to
living up to the full ugliness of that term. And that's not all. Susan
couldn't say for sure about other classes that Laura taught after that
semester, because she was never in one. But, she suspected that the pattern
which established itself after the "silent talking to" she had received from
Susan held true in all her endeavors from then on. That pattern was --
civility. In their first class session after the events of that evening,
when one student dared to disagree with one of Laura's typically doctrinaire
and banal interpretations of a reading, Susan could see that she was about
to respond with her usual browbeating. But - she didn't. Instead, she took a
deep breath, and then patiently explained why she thought the student's
alternate view was probably not correct, but accepted that it was
nevertheless a legitimate point of view.

     What impressed Susan about this, and encouraged her belief that Laura
had truly reformed, was that when she did this Laura had not yet noticed
Susan's "you better not, you `effing' bitch" glare. Afterwards, she DID
notice Susan's look of dumb amazement. Laura looked Susan right in the eyes,
and smiled. Then, amazingly, for just the briefest fraction of a second, she
stuck her tongue out at Susan! But, it was done with humor, not spite, as if
she knew that Susan was expecting the worst (she was), and was delighted to
prove her wrong. Susan burst out laughing, and earned a scattering of "what,
are you nuts" looks from the other students, who had not been aware of the
byplay. Laura snickered a little bit also, and never again even came close
to stomping on a defenseless undergrad.

     Laura eventually completed her thesis, got her PhD, and was offered an
associate professor position that put her on a tenure track at another
college. Susan imagined she was now boring Anthropology undergrads silly
with her absurdly one-dimensional interpretations. Well, Susan couldn't
perform miracles, but at least she did help to correct some character flaws
. . .

     Susan and Kelly had very little contact after that night. Susan moved
into her "Goth" phase the next semester, and obviously this was not Kelly's
scene. They lived on different parts of the big campus, and while Susan was
a finance major, Kelly was studying to become a teacher, so they had no
interactions in the academic sphere. Every time their paths crossed, though,
they would run up to each other like a couple giddy schoolgirls, give each
other big hugs, and then tune out the rest of the world for several minutes
while they eagerly got caught up on each other's lives and loves. Kelly did
become a teacher, and did meet her "soul mate," a good man who fully
appreciated his "catch," and they had three kids at last count, which Susan
knew because every year she got a Christmas card with a photo of the happy
and growing family. She sent them a card of her own each year, and every
time she saw that the clan had grown, she sent them a gift that consisted of
a complete wardrobe of obscenely expensive baby clothes, pink or blue as
appropriate.

     And Susan? Well, she and Megan became an "item" for a while, and the
sight of the two gorgeous girls with the awesome bods hanging around
together gave all the boys on campus heart palpitations, and many of the
girls, too, although the pair never gave anyone reason to suspect that they
were more than just "good friends." Susan went on to her "Goth" phase,
dropped that after a while, graduated on time, and went on to the successful
careers described in Part I of this story -- careers in business, and in the
art of seducing nubile teenage girls and introducing them to the joys of
lesbian sex, that is.

     The End


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     Will there be more about Susan in the future? That, dear readers, is up
to you. If many of you write and tell me you liked it, then it is far more
likely that I will be encouraged to add to the saga.

     If this happens, what sexual and other adventures will the future bring
for Susan? Well, if you read the last paragraph of Part One, you will be
able to make a pretty good guess! But one never knows for sure. This little
piece of erotica has now achieved the status of a short novel. Even I have
been surprised at the directions that many of the situations and characters
in this story have taken. Susan and her "friends" are supposed to do what I
plan for them, but this does not always turn out to be the case!

Love,

Roxanne
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