Date: Tue, 18 May 2004 11:41:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: ben albrecht <orpfynmakyr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Enemy or Not?

"Enemy or Not?"

by GrandMoff

	This is a fictional story, intended purely for the entertainment of
readers.  It involves sexual situations between two young women, i.e. (f/f)
There's also a bit of domination in this story. If this offends you, or you
can't legally view this, please don't read the story.  Any resemblance
between these characters and any person is coincidental.

	The basketball team of Mount Union High School in Springfield, MO,
was doing very well this year.  They had a great record: 17 wins and 2
losses.  The team had its share of chemistry problems, though, and right at
the heart of those problems was Athena Carson.
	At a mere 154 cm, (5 feet, 2 inches) weighing just 47.5 kg, (104
pounds) she was the smallest player on the team.  As a sophomore who hadn't
yet turned 16, she was the youngest starter.  With her average of 26.3
points per game, she was the team's most prolific scorer.  And since she
was a Carson, she was quite haughty.  The Carsons were one of the richest
families in the city; and their genes carried an abundance of intelligence
and physical beauty besides.
	The team had a love-hate relationship with Athena.  She enjoyed
giving them back-handed compliments, like: "You're a good ball-handler,
Kerry.  As good as I was when I was 9!"  Or: "Nice skirt, Theresa.  And
you've learned to save your money, obviously; good for you."  Athena also
liked to arrive late to practice and she truly savored keeping everyone
aware of who scored the most points for their team--or for any team in the
conference.  Her teammates didn't like to admit it, but Athena really was
that good.  They put up with her because Coach Mason said that they had to,
and because Athena would probably leaad them to a state championship this
year.
	"But is it worth it?" Theresa Zelmer asked her friend May Sorenson.
"Don't we take too much grief from that little snob?"
	"It's close, but no.  We're seniors.  This is the only chance we'll
have to win a state title.  You've worked harder than anybody to get there.
Sure, I'd like it if Athena was less--"
	"--Arrogant?  Less a bitch?  I do want to win; I always want to
win.  And we need her to do that.  But...it'd be great to teach her some
humility."
	"I think we'd all agree."
	Theresa had plenty of reasons to dislike Athena--more than anyone
else, she thought.  Theresa stood 188 cm (6 foot, 3 inches) tall and
weighed 74.1 kg, (163 pounds) so she had the classic basketball build.  She
was the team's starting center, as she had been for all four years of her
career.  This year, she was the team captain.  Athena had stolen some of
her thunder.  Besides, Athena seemed to needle Theresa quite a bit more
than all the other girls.  Theresa didn't know why, but she didn't like it.
It was almost as if Athena was challenging her--defying her, even.  In a
way, the amount of talent that short rich girl had was the worst insult.
No one would argue; Athena was a better player than Theresa was.
	"Wait a minute," Theresa said.  "I had an idea just now.  You said
that the whole team would like Athena to eat a slice of humble pie, right?"
	"Yeah, except Laurie."
	"Of course.  And I've got the beginnings of a plan.  We'll need
Laurie out of the way for a while."
	Laurie Doleman was one of Athena's friends--the only one who as
with her on the basketball team.  At 184 cm, (6 foot, 2 inches) she looked
like a ball player.  She played well enough to make varsity, but not well
enough to start.  Because of her height, she often subbed for Theresa at
center.  Laurie was marginally nicer than Athena; she was much less
agressive and not nearly as smart.
	"Listen," Theresa said, a wicked glint appearing in her eyes.
"We've got a game at Columbia tomorrow.  Do you think the team would go
along with this plan?"
	The two seniors began scheming.

*****

	Away games at Mt Union worked this way: the girls who were on the
team got released from class early, got their stuff together in the locker
room, boarded the charter bus, and rode to the game as a team.  Early in
the season, Athena and Laurie had tried to persuade the coach to let them
find their own rides, and she'd denied them.  "None of us can win a game on
her own," Coach Mason had said, "so we're going to be sure that no one has
to try."
	At 1:45 p.m., Athena left her honors biology class and headed to
the locker room.  She didn't know it, but Rosi Torrance and Jill Rafferty
were talking about marijuana with Athena's friend Laurie--and it was
working; they were effectively delaying her.
	Athena entered the room and opened her locker.  She noticed Theresa
and May at their lockers, talking quietly to each other.  "Big game today,
Theresa," she said.  "A win basically guarantees us a trip to state.  I
hope you realize how lucky you are, having me around to do what you
couldn't.  Try not to cry for joy tonight."
	Athena was talking carelessly and not watching her listeners, so
she was startled when Theresa put her hand on the locker door and slammed
it.  Athena spun, looking angry.  Theresa stood in front of her; May
Sorenson and Dana Watkins were on either side.  "Did you want something?"
Athena asked, scowling.
	"I did," Theresa said.  She was smiling.  "I wanted to tell you
that I and the rest of the team aren't going to take your shit anymore."
	"Whatever."
	"Grab her," Theresa ordered.  May and Dana siezed Athena's wrists.
She only struggled for a moment; they were much bigger and stronger than
she was.  She'd just use her head to get out of this.
	"Okay," Athena said.  "Go on and hit me, then.  Good luck
explaining to Coach Mason why--hey!"
	"No one's going to hit you," Theresa soothed, unbuttoning Athena's
blouse.  "That won't teach you a thing."
	For the first time in a long time, Athena felt a little afraid.
She glanced around.  No one was paying any attention to what was happening.
They're all in on it, she realized.
	"Looking for Laurie?" Theresa asked.  "She'll be missing this game,
I hate to say."
	Athena watched as Theresa fished a shiny pair of fabric scissors
from her large red gymbag.  The scissors looked very sharp.  Athena's eyes
widened.
	"Settle down, I'm not going to hurt you," Theresa said.  "These are
just in case.  We're going to remove your clothing.  If you let us, you can
have it back later.  If you fight us, you'll have it back in pieces."
	Theresa started taking off Athena's blouse.  When May let go of her
wrist so they could remove the sleeve, Athena decided to call Theresa's
bluff.  She jerked very hard.  She almost broke free from Dana's grip, but
she felt May clamp onto her other wrist again.
	"Told you she'd try it," Theresa said to May.  She opened the
scissors.
	"You wouldn't dare," Athena hissed.
	Snip.
	"I guess I would."  Theresa calmly cut down the length of the
shirt.  Athena couldn't believe that she'd done it.  In moments, the
garment was gone.
	"It'd be a shame to cut this nice skirt," Theresa said.  "Be a good
girl."
	Athena gave her a venomous look, but let them take it.
	"Much better.  Bra now."
	"What?  I don't think so!" Athena strained against May and Dana,
but couldn't get away.  In a few seconds, Theresa was pulling the remnants
of her lacy black bra from her 33B breasts.
	"Just panties to go.  Are you going to make me cut them?"
	Athena just glared.
	Theresa positioned the scissors at the panties' waistband.  "Are
you going to make me cut them?" she asked again.
	"No," Athena said, her voice raw with anger.
	"Good girl."  Theresa slid Athena's panties down her legs, folded
them, and put them in her gymbag.  She pulled another set of garments from
the bag and game them to the nude girl.  "Put these on and hurry.  We've
got to make up your face before we go and that bus will be ready to leave
soon."
	May, Theresa, and Dana kept very near Athena.  She could tell that
they weren't going to let her do anything else.  "Didn't you forget
something?" she asked, using a caustic tone.
	"Like what?" Theresa replied.
	"Underwear, duh!"
	"No.  I didn't forget."
	Athena understood.  "You can't be serious."
	"Just get dressed; we don't have time."
	Seething, Athena tugged on the shirt and skirt, no even noticing
what they looked like.  She could feel that they were short and tight, but
she didn't really care.  She'd just be riding a bus, then changing into her
uniform.
	"Come on, we're on a schedule," Theresa said, grabbing Athena's
wrist and pulling her toward the sinks.  May followed with Theresa's
special makeup kit.
	"Stay still.  I only want to make you look beautiful...and
desirable.  There's a reason for all this, you know."
	Athena didn't want a bad makeup job, so she closed her eyes and
remained carefully motionless.  She could feel that Theresa was being
rather generous in her work.
	"Hey," Dana said, poking her head around the corner, "Coach says
we're leaving now, Theresa."
	"Then let's go."  With amazing speed, Theresa got a firm hold on
Athena's forearm and led her from the room.  "May, bring my stuff, would
you?"
	"Right behind you," May responded.
	"You're sitting with me--you're window; I'm aisle--at the back of
the bus.
	"I always sit with Laurie--"
	"--She's stoned out of her mind by now.  She's not coming with us.
And listen, I want you to behave yourself."
	"Or what?"
	Theresa tugged upwards lightly on the hem of the black microskirt
Athena was wearing.  "Or you'll be giving everyone a show, sweetie."
	Once she was in her seat, with Theresa in the seat next to her,
Athena took stock of her appearance.  The skirt showed every bit of her
shapely legs and just barely covered her butt.  She doubted that she'd be
able to bend at all in the tiny thing.  As for the thin, lavender, cotton
baby-tee, it was cut to show not just her abdomen, but her ribs, and nearly
the bottom of her breasts.  It stretched tightly across her chest, making
her large nipples very obvious.  So I can't bend over and I can't jump.  I
guess I'll stand or sit until I can change into my uniform.
	"It does you justice," Theresa said, watching Athena as she checked
herself out.
	Athena's face grew hot.  "Go to hell."
	Theresa leaned suddenly.  She kissed Athena's lips lightly and
briefly.  Then she grinned.  "You're wearing a lot of lipstick.  If I kiss
you any harder, it'll smear over both our mouths.  Everyone will think
we've been making out.  Why don't you save yourself the embarrassment and
quit being nasty?"
	Athena clamped her mouth shut.  She'd find a way to get even.  She
had to endure this for just a little longer.
	Theresa sighed.  "You're upset.  It's all right, we don't have to
talk.  But I meant what I said; the outfit suits you."
	How can she sit there and say that, Athena wondered.  I never wear
anything like this.  She can just expose me at her whim.  She's too strong
for me to stop her; she could pull up this skirt and this top and show me
to the world...
	She supressed a powerful urge to touch herself.  Where the hell had
that come from?  She was not turned on; she was angry!  Angry at the team,
angry at Laurie, and especially angry at Theresa.  Athena glanced at the
much taller girl.  She was listening to her CD player and her eyes were
closed.  Her long legs were stretched into the aisle.
	Look at her!  Here I am in this skimpy outfit while she's in
respectable shorts and a tank top.  Not that those shorts cover those long,
smooth legs of hers--they look kind of tight, too.  I guess that tank top
doesn't hide much either.  You can't see her nipples--like you can
mine--but it's definitely tight on her chest.  She's got to have D cups at
least.  Athena couldn't help but look at the large armholes and see the
strap of Theresa's black lace bra.  Weird, she thought, she's wearing the
same type that I am; that I was, anyway.  I'll be it flatters her.
	Athena angrily broke off that train of thought.  It had to be the
situation making her think like that.  She got a magazine out of her gymbag
and started reading.

*****

	They arrived at Calvin Coolidge High School in Columbia and the
team piled off the bus.  Coach Mason looked at Athena strangely, but she
asked only where Laurie was.  Athena answered truthfully that she didn't
know.
	The players turned from the entrance hall and walked down the
smaller corridor that led to the locker rooms.  There were a few opposing
players scattered in the gym wing of the building.
	"I can't believe it!  This is too easy," Theresa said.  She stopped
a few meters from the locker room door and looked at Athena.  "Do you know
who that is?"
	Athena looked at the girl Theresa was indicating.  She was
stretching by herself.  "She's Ladawn Parker, their best player."
	"Right.  If she's distracted, we'll win much more easily.  I want
you to take her mind off the game."
	Athena kept quiet, looking up at Theresa with horror in her eyes.
	"Aren't you going to ask me how?" the tall girl prodded.
	"I think I know already.  Are you out of your mind?  I can't do
that!"
	"You can.  You will.  Hurry and do it, before someone else joins
her."
	Athena swallowed hard and clenched her hands.  She took a deep
breath and walked towards Ladawn.  It's not me doing this, Athena repeated
in her head.  I'm not doing it; someone else is.  I'm not in control.  It's
not my choice.
	The short girl unclasped her bracelet and dropped it to the floor
less than two meters in front of Ladawn.  She didn't dare make eye contact
with the opposing star, but she had to have her attention.  "Oops!  I'm
such a klutz!" she said with a giggle.  She bent at the waist and picked up
her bracelet, straightening slowly to give Ladawn a wonderful view of her
naked pussy.
	She turned and forced herself to look at Ladawn.  In her most
coquettish voice, she said, "Oh, hey there, sexy.  I'll see you on the
court.  I hope we can guard each other.  Very closely."  She winked and
strode back to Theresa.  She was so overwhelmed by what she'd jsut done
that she let Theresa guide her by the hand into the locker room and sit her
on a bench.
	"Her eyes were ready to burst out of her head!" Theresa laughed.
"I doubt that she'll play effectively tonight."
	"I'm going to the bathroom," Athena said.  She stood and
practically ran toward the heavy door.  She lunged through and let herself
partially collapse, leaning with her forearms on the nearnest sink.  "Oh
God," she moaned.
	"You really went above and beyond," Theresa said, startling Athena.
"I saw how you hiked up that skirt so she could see your asshole and your
pussy.  I saw how you wiggled your hips during the whole performance."
	"Anything I do, I do to the best of my abilities."
	"I believe you.  But it doesn't hurt that you enjoy it--"
	"--I don't enjoy it!" Athena shrieked.
	"I see I hit a nerve."
	"Did not!"
	"You're hot and bothered."
	"No!"
	"You came in here to play with yourself."
	"No!  No!"
	"Then look in the mirror," Theresa said.
	Athena did so.  "And what am I looking for?" she asked.
	"It's what I'm looking for that counts."  Theresa abruptly sneaked
a finger beneath Athena's microskirt and along the length of her slit; she
held it up triumphantly.  The finger glistened with moisture.
	"You're not being honest," she scolded.  She wrapped her arms
around Athena's chest, pinning her.  She pushed her muscular left thigh
between Athena's legs and moved rhythmically against the wet lower lips.
Athena gasped.
	"Stop," she panted.  "We could get caught any second."
	"Yeah, we could...and it's turning me on."  Theresa ground against
Athena for another two or three seconds.  Then she quit.  "You told me to
stop, so I will.  I'm not a rapist."  She nibbled Athena's earlobe for a
moment, then released the smaller girl.  "You can remove the makeup; it's
close to game time."
	The door closed and Athena shuddered.  She almost wished that
Theresa had kept going; she'd been incredibly close to orgasm.  No, I'm not
like that, she told herself.  This isn't exciting me at all.  With
tremendous effort, she beat the urge to masturbate.  She started washing
her face.
	When she opened the bathroom dorr, she heard Dana Watkins and Kerry
Shoep talking.
	"...Theresa made her look like a total slut!" Kerry was saying.
"She might just as well have been holding a 'Fuck Me' sign."
	"But she carried the look off.  One more reason to hate her I
guess; she's got a smoking body," Dana said.
	For some reason, Athena felt a little...warm...when she heard her
teammates saying those things.  She pretended not to hear and walked
quickly to her locker.
	She stopped and stared.  Theresa was changing into her uniform.
Her large breasts were topped with tasty-looking nipples that stood up
proudly.  Her puffy lips were devoid of hair, so it was easy to see her
gleaming arousal.  And she said that I was getting excited; what a
hypocrite!  I was making her hot!
	"Enjoying the show?" May said from behind Athena.  Theresa grinned;
she'd caught Athena fair and square.  The short girl was blushing.  "You
were right again," May continued, "this little pervert was spying on you."
	"We've got a game.  She'll get her punishment afterward.  Get into
your uniform, Athena; but you still aren't getting underwear.  We've got to
keep Ladawn preoccupied.

*****

	Coach Mason's Lady Knights won the game handily.  Following
Theresa's orders, Athena took every opportunity to rub against a thoroughly
distracted Ladawn Parder.  Several times, she discreetly got her shorts to
ride up so she could let Ladawn feel her uncovered pussy on her leg.
Athena couldn't believe her own shamelessness.
	In the locker room, she could feel herself wanting to continue the
exhibition and she was too horny to resist her impulse.  She pulled off her
uniform and set it on the bench, near Theresa.  She leaned back against the
row of lockers, her breasts heaving, her body covered in sweat, one of her
knees slightly raised.  She put on her most seductive look and fastened her
bedroom eyes on Theresa.  "I'll just stand here naked until you give me
some clothes--"
	"--Come with me," the tall girl said, grabbing her gymbag and
nearly dragging Athena to the bathroom.
	The door was still closing when the two girls attacked each other.
They kissed like lovers who'd been separated for years.  Their hands roamed
each other's bodies.  Theresa caught Athena's wrists.  "Keep your hands at
your sides, baby," she instructed.
	"But I--"
	"--You didn't want to get caught, remember?"
	"Fuck that!  It's your fault I'm so horny!"
	"Sh.  We haven't time to do this right.  Have you ever been with a
girl before?"
	"No," Athena answered, a little shy in spite of her arousal.
	"Then relax and let me show you."  Theresa picked up Athena as she
might pick up a small child--carefully and effortlessly--and sat her on the
edge of the sink.  She parted Athena's trembling legs and began to lick and
suck her pussy with gusto.  "Damn, you taste good," she mumbled.
	All Athena could do was gasp in reply.  She felt like she might
pass out at any moment; how could anyone be expected to handle this
pleasure?  She had absolutely no control of her shaking body.  Yes, I
wanted this, she admitted to herself.  Theresa was right; I've been wet
since she cut off my blouse and took charge of me.
	Someone opened the door.  Athena and Theresa heard it.  Athena kept
her eyes shut and kept humping Theresa's mouth.  Theresa didn't pause
either; she kept lapping Athena's hot fluid.  "Whoops," the intruder--it
could have been May--said, and she left the bathroom very quickly.
	They'd been spotted.  Athena's excitement grew even more.
	Then the door opened again!  The room filled with the sounds of
many feet and voices.  I'll bet half the team is watching, Athena thought.
	"All right, Theresa!"
	"Ooh, that's hot!"
	"I don't believe what I'm seeing."
	"Tongue-fuck that slut!"
	Athena's body was on fire.  "Oh, yes...yes...yes!" she somehow
stammered between wheezing breaths.  She came hard all over Theresa's face.
She heard her teammates clapping and hooting.  It was humiliating--but it
was fabulous!
	"Okay, hon," Theresa murmured, kissing Athena's ear.  "Let's get
cleaned up and dressed and get out of here."
	"Yeah," Athena said, opening her eyes.  "I need a shower..."

*****

	When they got on the bus, Athena couldn't look anyone in the eye.
She almost ran to her seat.  Theresa kept having little whispered
conversations all the way to the back of the bus.  Finally, she sat next to
Athena.
	"I guess we've got a few homophobes on the team," Theresa said with
a sigh.  "Someone, maybe Kerry, told Coach about what we were doing in the
bathroom."
	"Oh no!"
	"Don't worry about it," Theresa reassured her.  "Coach Mason's
cool; she won't make a big deal of it."
	Athena felt some relief.  She changed the subject.  "I never knew
Ladawn was gay."
	"She isn't.  Not as far as I know, anyway."
	"What?  Then why did your...um, tactic...work?"
	"You really are cute," Theresa said, ruffling Athena's long black
hair.  "It worked because you're so beautiful--beautiful enough to make
girls who think they're straight realize that they aren't."
	"Do you mean that?"
	"Yeah.  And you're smart, fun--and you obviously aren't scared of
taking risks.  Why are you so mean?  Everyone would love you if you gave us
half a chance."
	There was a long silence.  "I don't know," Athena admitted.  "It's
automatic, I guess.  I'll work on it, Theresa."
	"I'm glad," the tall captain said.  "Therefore, I pronounce this
lesson, 'Learned.'  I'll give you your clothes and pay for what I cut when
we get back."
	"Don't worry about money.  I've got a lot.  Besides, I had it
coming."
	"Hey, listen," Theresa said, "there'll be a party at May's house
tonight; we always have one after a victory.  Do you want to go?"
	"I don't know where it is," Athena said.
	"I'll take you there, if you want."
	"I'd like that.  When?"
	"Be ready at 12:00, all right?"
	"Sure.  Thank you."
	"No problem."
	"...Theresa?"
	"What is it?"
	"I'm sorry I've always been such a bitch to you.  You're really
nice.  I like you a lot."
	"Forget it.  I hate to say this, but I've always admired you."
	"Always?"
	"Yup.  Even when you were being really hurtful, I just couldn't
hate you."
	Athena kissed Theresa very boldly.  The couple had a playful
tongue-fight that lasted for several minutes.  After they broke the kiss,
they began to talk to one another.  They talked mostly about interests,
finding that they shared quite a few.  Occasionally, Theresa could feel
disapproving stares on her.  She ignored them.
	It was nearly 11:00 when the bus arrived at Mt Union HS.  Theresa
expected the coach to be waiting for them at the front of the bus, and she
was.
	"I hear that the two of you are finally getting along," Coach Mason
said wryly.  "I like that.  And as far as I'm concerned, there's no such
thing as 'too friendly.'  However, please don't do anything
too...passionate...where the other girls can easily spot you, okay?  If
they get their parents involved, it'll turn into a big mess."
	"Got you, Coach," Theresa said.
	"We'll be more careful," Athena added.
	"Thanks.  Oh, and Athena?  You've got a bit of lipstick on your
neck, right there."
	Athena and Theresa walked slowly toward the school doors; Coach
Mason walked fast.  When their coach was inside the building, both girls
started laughing.  "I told you she'd be cool," Theresa said.

*****

	Athena didn't have long to prepare for the party, since Theresa
would be picking her up at midnight.  She chose a tight, ankle-length,
scarlet skirt that had a long slit on the left side.  She paired that with
a zebra-striped, sleeveless silk blouse.  She hadn't done anything with her
long, straight black hair for ages, so she put it into two cute pigtails,
securing it with yellow hairbands.  Theresa had never seen her hair in
pigtails, after all.  She put on sparkling silver eyeshadow and plum
lipstick.
	"Whoa," she said, looking at her reflection, "I look like I'm going
on a date."  To complete the outfit, she picked a pair of black leather
platform sandals.  She stood waiting at the estate's main gate.  Five
minutes before 12:00, Theresa's blue Impala arrived.
	"I'd figured I would have to come in and ring the doorbell,"
Theresa said as she drove.
	Athena stole glances at the older girl.  Theresa's luscious legs
were on display in a tan miniskirt; her gorgeous breasts stood out thanks
to the hot pink halter top she wore (which looked a little too small for
her.)  "I, uh...I didn't want to keep you waiting," Athena answered.  "You
look really, really good, you know that?  Really good."
	Theresa ran a hand self-consciously through her wavy chestnut hair.
"That's too much, but thank you."
	They made small talk during the short car ride.  Both young women
could feel the thick tension between them, but neither one tried to break
it.  It was a little uncomfortable, and an little exciting.  They knew that
something had changed--something momentous--when they'd had their quick
adventure in the bathroom.
	They both had friends at the party and they soon moved into
different circles to talk and dance.  Unconsciously, they kept rubbing
elbows with each other every half an hour or so.  Athena normally liked
dancing, but she didn't do much of it this evening.  Instead, she found
herself conflicted.  By 2:00, she had dropped the pretense, found Theresa,
and stayed close to her.  A few of Athena's friends and a few of Theresa's
friends moved away from them.  Neither girl cared much.
	"Hey, you know who that is, right?" Theresa asked, pointing at a
cute girl across the room.
	"Tammy Shelton...she's a cheerleader, isn't she?"
	"Yeah.  And she's been looking you up and down all night."
	"I've noticed," Athena said, glancing at the slender, red-haired
girl.
	"So why don't you go over there; see what she wants?"
	"If I did that, what about you?  What would you--"
	"--Don't worry about me.  We're not girlfriends," Theresa said,
forcing a laugh.
	Athena spun on her heel and stomped over to Tammy.  Fury flashed in
her eyes, but she hid it well.  If Theresa didn't care--"Hey there, pretty
girl," she said.
	"Hi--"
	Maybe Tammy would have said more, but Athena was kissing her
vehemently.  The redhead couldn't believe Athena's apparent passion, and
her knees weakened.  Athena pulled back for a moment.  "Let's go upstairs,
gorgeous."
	Tammy nodded, half in a fantasy world; Athena's kisses had dazed
her.  Athena took her hand and led her away.  Theresa watched, suddenly
feeling ill.  Athena had, for an instant, looked positively livid.  Theresa
tried not to think about the younger girl, or about anything.
	May drew her aside.  "What are you doing anyway?" she asked, her
voice as quiet as she could make it and still be heard over the party's
music.
	"What do you mean?"
	"I'm your best friend; you know what I'm talking about.  What's
really going on with Athena?"
	"I-I'm not sure."
	"In that case, maybe I should remind you about a girl named Joan,
and what she--"
	"--Stop, please.  You don't need to remind me.  I won't ever
forget."
	Mercifully, three girls joined them just then, wanting to talk
about the rock concert that was only two weeks away.  As they gabbed,
Theresa's mind wandered to Athena again and again.  Had she hurt the
younger girl?  Suddenly, May nudged her and pointed.  Theresa saw Athena as
she descended the stairs and nearly ran for the door.  Theresa excused
herself and proceeded quickly out of the house, chasing Athena.
	She caught her in the front yard.  "Athena--"
	"--Shut up!  And don't touch me, damn it!"
	"Athena, I..."
	"...I'm sorry, Theresa.  I want to go home.  Please, just take me
home."
	They got into the car silently.  Before long, Theresa had to say
something or go mad.  "Athena, honey..."
	She looked over at the yonger girl.  Tears were freely washing
Athena's lovely face.  "I hate all of it," she whispered.
	Theresa pulled the car to the roadside.  She put her arms around
Athena and pulled her close, resting the girl's head on her chest,
embracing her, trying to comfort her.
	"I did it, you know."  Athena's voice quivered.  "I fucked Tammy.
And now I feel so cheap and used adn I did it because I wanted you to be
jealous because I wanted you to stop me because I've fallen in love with
you.  But you didn't stop me and now I hate you and I hate me and I hate
everything and I feel worthless and--damn it all, Theresa!  Why did you let
me do it?"  Athena broke down and sobbed loudly into Theresa's chest.
	"I'm sorry, baby.  I'm so sorry.
	"When I was your age, I fell in love with an older girl.  We both
said we loved each other.  We kissed all the time and made out a lot too.
	"One day, I caught her making out with a guy.  She said it was a
one-time thing, but that she really loved only me...and I believed her.
	"Four months later, she admitted that she was pregnant and she
wanted to marry the father.  I said I thought I was her one-and-only.  She
said she loved me, but I wasn't the only one she loved anymore.
	"So for the first time since then, I began having those feelings
again, for you.  I was too scared of getting hurt to let you know.
Instead, I hurt you.  I'm so sorry.  I'm just so sorry, my angel."  Theresa
kept stroking Athena's shining hair, blinking hard against her own tears.
	"Oh God, Theresa," Athena sniffed.  "Who did that to you?  I'm
going to kill her."
	"Sh.  It's okay.  I love you, Athena.  Will you forgive me?"
	"I love you, 'Resa.  I have to forgive you."  She swallowed and
continued.  "But before you say you love me, think about it.  You've seen
how I get now.  I'm very jealous and I'll want you to be too.  I'm an
over-reactor.  Do you really want someone like that?"
	"I want you more than I want anything."
	Suddenly, a gleam appeared in Athena's eyes.  "Then let's make up
right now," she said.  She moved so fast Theresa couldn't follow the
motion, yanking up the pink halter top and kissing those beautiful breasts.
She pressed onto Theresa, rubbing as much of that tall, taut body as she
could with her own slender, muscular body.  A thoroughly wicked idea came
to her.
	"You're so enchanting," Athena purred.  "Show me that sexy body of
yours.  Ooh, I love your abs!  Put your arms a little back."
	Theresa put her hands behind her and Athena became a blur of
activity again, taking Theresa's wrists and tangling them in the Impala's
old-fashioned seatbelt.
	"Hey!"
	"Please, just trust me.  You want me to make you feel good, right?"
	"Yes," Theresa found the strength to answer.  Athena was kissing
her neck now, running her hands very slowly over Theresa's exposed chest.
	"I also want to," the younger girl said.  "So I'm going to.  I'm
going to make you feel very, very, very good.  Let me do that for you."
	"Mm," was the best reply Theresa could manage.  Athena was toying
with the hem of her skirt and licking between her breasts.  Already,
Theresa was having trouble breathing.
	Athena began licking along each of Theresa's ribs.  Theresa felt as
though her nipples would burst, they were so hard.  Her pussy was much
worse; it ached like it was boiling and had to be doused now!  Athena ran
her fingers up and down Theresa's very sensitive flanks.
	"P-please," Theresa said.  "Hurry!"
	Athena feigned ignorance.  "Hurry?  Um...what do you want me to do,
love?"
	"Anything!  Just do it fast and hard!"
	Theresa couldn't see Athena's evil grin.  Deliberately, gently,
Athena kissed Theresa's swollen nipples, right then left.  "Fast and hard?
So that won't do it?"
	Theresa struggled to catch her breath.  "No...please..."
	Athena slipped her hand beneath Theresa's skirt and carefully
stroked Theresa through her drenched panties.  "Rgh!" Theresa groaned in
frustration.
	"That won't do it either?" Athena asked, pushing Theresa's panties
to one side.
	"No...ah!  Please...do me!"
	Athena licked Theresa's navel and fondled her lower lips, avoiding
the rigid clitoris.
	"Oh!  You're...driving me...nuts!  Fuck me!  Ah!"  Her orgasm was
close--right at the door--but Athena wouldn't let her reach it.  Theresa
began to sweat and writhe.  She felt great, but Athena was teasing her so
much...
	Athena had removed Theresa's skirt by now and was kissing her
thighs and lower abdomen.  "Have a little patience," she mumbled, giving
Theresa two fingers to suck.
	"Mmm," Theresa slurped, half-mad with the need to cum.
	Athena pulled her dripping fingers from Theresa's mouth and drove
them into Theresa's sopping pussy.  A split second later, she ran her
tongue across Theresa's clitoris.
	Theresa came like a volcano--loudly, violently, sending hot liquid
into the air and Athena's mouth.  She kept cumming as Athena continued to
massage her clit and fingerbang her pussy.  She nearly passed out from lack
of breath.  Her body shook, her vagina tried to pull Athena's entire arm
inside her.
	Athena tenderly kissed Theresa's cheeks, nose, and ears as she
recovered from the...the what?  Could it be called a series of orgasms?
Theresa had had orgasms, and none of them had been anything like that!
Those climaxes she'd just had could have moved the earth.  Athena freed
Theresa's arms, and the tall girl used them to hug her young lover
fiercely.  "Athena...I love...you so much...so much..."
	"I love you, 'Resa.  You smell so good; you feel so good; you taste
so good."  She stopped talking and kissed Theresa, pouring her love into
her.
	"Okay," Theresa said after quite some time.  "I guess I ought to
take you home, huh?"
	"You're right.  But I so hate to leave you.  It's like I've taken
my first breath of air.  I've finally found what matters."
	"I hate to leave you too."
	"Well then, let's not stay apart.  Why don't you go shopping with
me tomorrow?"
	"I'd like that a lot.  Where and when?" Theresa asked.
	"Can you pick me up again?"
	"Of course, silly!"
	"Sorry you have to.  I can drive, just not legally."
	"Forget about it.  When should I come get you?"
	Athena pursed her lips.  "How about 6:00--and bring your appetite.
I insist on treating yo to dinner while we're out there."
	They reached Athena's estate and Theresa stopped the car.  "Good
night," Athena said, opening her door.
	"Good n--mm!"
	Athena had used her speed to great effect one more time, planting a
firm good-night-kiss on Theresa's open mouth.
	"Good night, 'Resa," she whispered as she drew back.
	"Good night, Athena."

*****

	"What are we looking for?" Theresa asked as she and Athena began
strolling through the mall.
	Athena said, "That depends on you.  I told myself that I wouldn't
be nervous--okay, here goes...will yo go to the February Formal with me?"
	"Baby, I'd love that."  Theresa put her arm around Athena's waist
and squeezed her.
	"What a relief!  Thank you."
	"You thought I'd refuse?"
	"Hey, I reserve the right to be a little scared when I'm asking a
beautiful woman for a date."
	Theresa blushed hard.
	"To answer your original question," Athena continued, "I think we
should shop for dresses for the dance."
	That's precisely what they did.  They searched for an hour, then
Athena led Theresa to Castelano's for a sumptuous dinner.  The fancy
Italian restaurant was expensive and Theresa had never been inside it, but
Athena smiled and said, "Nothing's too good for my lover."
	After the meal, they continued looking for dresses.  Theresa found
a backless red satin dress with a choker-type neck clasped at the throat.
Athena immediately adored it.  "It contrasts with those beautiful green
eyes of yours," she praised.  "You're irresistible in that dress!"
	Hearing that, Theresa was quick to buy it.
	Two stores later, they came across a sky blue, scoop-necked dress
with a lacy, detailed bodice and full skirts.  Theresa talked Athena into
trying it on.  When the shorter girl modeled it, Theresa nearly drooled.
"It's hot!" was all she could say.  Athena smiled flirtatiously.  She and
Theresa returned to the dressing room.
	"I'll be ready in a moment and then we can go," Athena announced.
She turned her back to Theresa, unzipped the dress, slipped it from her
shoulders, and let it slide slowly down her body.  She swayed her hips as
the dress fell past them.
	Quick as a flash, Theresa bent the black-haired girl over and
tugged down her panties.  The hunger in her actions was like that of a
starving lioness.  "I'm going to eat you now," she growled.  Athena's pussy
went to flash-flood condition so fast that she hardly believed it.  Was
getting wet that quickly even possible?
	She stopped wondering and started thrashing as Theresa's mouth
clamped onto her crotch from behind.  The tall girl's lips and tongue swept
along Theresa's lower regions--starting at her anus and ending at her
clitoris--in rapid, shallow strokes.  Athena's legs wobbled and she nearly
fell.  She took several gasping breaths and concentrated on remaining
standing.  She cooed without realizing it.  "Yes, 'Resa.  Yes...Oh yes!
'Resa, baby!  Oh yes!"
	Theresa started slurping very loudly.  Through her pleasant haze,
Athena noticed the racket.  "'Resa," she sighed, "too
loud...baby...they'll...hear us."
	Theresa lubed her middle finger with Athena's fluids and slipped it
into Athena's tight asshole.  "Shut up and cum, baby; I don't care if the
whole world hears us," she mumbled into the younger girl's drenched vagina.
She resumed her slurping immediately.
	Athena heard the animal desire in Theresa's voice and it made her
hotter than ever.  She came a few seconds later, finding that Theresa's
finger really added to her pleasure.  She turned, still nude, sloppy, and
shaking, and sucked ravenously on Theresa's tongue.  Athena pulled on her
clothes and the girls left the changing room to pay for the dress.
	The clerk turned red as they approached--so did Athena when she saw
the look on the clerk's face.  The 30-something woman had probably never
heard anything like what she just had, and she was embarrassed.  No one
mentioned what happened.  When the two girls left the store, they giggled.
	"I want you to come to my house and spend the night," Athena said.
	"I don't know if I can..."
	"oh, please!  You're 18; you can just tell your parents where
you'll be, right?"
	Theresa felt herself caving under the pressure of Athena's brown
doe eyes.  "They know about my preference and they'll want to know who you
are.  Are you comfortable with me telling them that?"
	"Yeah, unless you want me to tell them."
	Theresa was astonished at Athena's lack of fear.  "What!  But what
about your parents?  Or your friends?  What about--"
	"--Just come home with me.  Please, 'Resa?  There's always lots of
time to worry later."
	"All right."
	They stopped at Theresa's house so she could grab a few clothes and
toiletries and hang her new dress in the closet.  Then they continued to
Athena's estate.
	"We were right at your place; why didn't you tell your parents what
was going on while we were there?" Athena asked.
	"They weren't there," Theresa said.  "Saturday is their dart league
night.  Don't worry, I'll call them."
	"Who's worried?  Come one, let's stow your stuff in one of my rooms
and I'll show you around the place."
	One of my rooms, Theresa thought.  I'm in a different world.  She
followed her girlfriend, rather awestruck.
	It took nearly an hour for Athena to show Theresa the rooms she
wanted her to see.  Eventually, they returned to a large second-floor room.
"It's my TV room," she'd explained earlier.  "My dad's TV room is on the
first floor and my mom's is in the basement, so they never come up here."
The TV had a 200 cm screen.  Shelves of DVDs and video games lined the
room.  The floor was covered with bright, soft, multi-colored beanbags.
Theresa had never seen beanbag chairs even half this size--they were truly
immense.  Athena plopped into one of them, playfully pulling Theresa with
her.  "Put your head in my lap," she murmured into Theresa's ear.  The
taller girl shivered and did so.  Athena deftly punched a few buttons on
the remote and a movie began playing--a sweet, subtitled romance that
featured two very pretty Swedish girls.
	"I love romances.  I've never been interested in guys," Athena
confided.  "I wasn't interested in girls, either.  But now I am interested
in one.  One very lovely, funny, sensitive, sexy girl.  She's all I want."
	"Saying things like that will only make me love you more," Theresa
sighed.
	The girls began to touch each other as the movie progressed.
Slowly, they undressed one another and took their petting farther.  The
movie ended and a soft, soothing classical album began to play over the
sound system.
	Athena decided that Theresa was more than wet enough.  She pushed
two fingers into the green-eyed girl, listening with pride to her satisfied
groans.
	Theresa was awash in pleasure and knew she was about to have an
orgasm.  She pressed two fingers past Athena's labia--
	--And she stopped, amazed.
	"W-what is...it, 'Resa?  Keep...going!"
	"But your hymen--"
	"--Please!  Do it!"
	Tears filled Theresa's eyes.  She came as she thrust into her young
lover.  Athena felt only slight pain; she began riding Theresa's hand to
her own orgasm.  It didn't take long to hit.
	"I love you," she panted.
	"I love you too," Theresa said.
	Athena looked down and was horrified to see Theresa crying.  She
wrapped the bigger girl in her strong arms.  "'Resa, my love, what's wrong?
I didn't hurt you, did I?"
	"I have nothing to give you," Theresa said.  "I just took your
virginity; and I--I'm so ashamed.  I can't give you mine."
	"Sh.  Easy, love.  You have nothing to be sorry for.  This girl
before me, she took yours, right?"
	"Yes."
	"It didn't work out, but that wasn't your fault.  I won't lie.  I
wish that I had been your first.  But we love each other, and that's all
that is important."
	"You're right, but I'm still sorry.  I wish you could have been my
first too."
	"Hush now.  Relax and listen to the music.  All is well."

(For now at least) The End