Pursuing Susie
by J. Ocean

I guess in a way it was bad what we did to Susie-at least on the surface. 
But to tell you the truth, I don't feel guilty about it at all. Maybe 
after I explain what happened you'll understand why.
My name is Morgan and I'm a junior at the University of Washington. I live 
at an apartment off-campus with my roommate Angelina, who had also been my 
lover since we shared a room on campus in our freshman year. Angelina's an 
Italian girl with beautiful brown eyes, olive skin, and long black hair, 
about 5'5'' and very curvy and delectable. At the beginning of sophomore 
year we decided to move into this apartment together, and it's been a 
perfect arrangement for us. Both our families would have flipped if we'd 
wanted to move in with a boy, but since neither of them knows that we like 
girls, they had no objection to our living together.
We get along really well and we fuck often-alone or in threesomes (or 
more)-but we keep separate bedrooms and we don't have an exclusive 
relationship. We have an agreement that we can sleep with other girls 
whenever we want to as long as we always tell each other the truth about 
it. We figure we're too young to be tied down to one person, and there's 
just so much to experience out there. It's nice to have someone to live 
with, though, someone who's always there for you. 
I'm a little taller than Angelina, about 5'8'', and I'm skinnier with a 
slightly smaller chest. My hair is naturally blond but a lot of the time 
it's dyed red or blue or something. I've been having lesbian sex since I 
had an affair with my cousin the summer before my senior year in high 
school. I'm studying Chemistry and I manage to do pretty well in school in 
between all of my other activities.
Anyway, at the beginning of this year, a new girl moved in across the 
hall. She knocked on our door and introduced herself while Angie and I 
were sprawled in the living room, studying. She told us her name was Susie 
and that she was a freshman at our school. 
We introduced ourselves but I was so blown away by her that I could barely 
remember my name. Susie is an absolutely stunning redhead with a round 
face and these gorgeous, giant green eyes. It was a warm day, too, and she 
was wearing a black half-T that showed off her phenomenal breasts and 
silky-soft belly, and a pair of tight cutoffs that looked unbelievable on 
her. She was wearing her hair in a ponytail and she had just a touch of 
baby fat left on her, but it only made her sexier.
Angelina and I exchanged glances and I knew that we were both thinking the 
same thing: I have just got to get a piece of Susie. But we put on our 
best behavior and greeted her warmly, inviting her in for some lemonade. I 
tried to converse calmly about normal things, though I couldn't help 
myself from surreptitiously stealing looks at her tits. In the back of my 
mind, I was already picturing what Susie would look like naked and 
imagining the things I would do to her given the chance. I got pretty wet 
as we sat there chatting, and as soon as Susie went back to her apartment, 
Angie and I attacked each other and 69ed for about an hour, just to calm 
ourselves down. 
We didn't talk about it, but I knew that we were both thinking about Susie 
and about whether it would be possible to get into her panties. I'm pretty 
good at telling which girls are beddable and which aren't, but it takes a 
little while. I knew that we'd have to take our time and not blow it by 
rushing things.
Susie kept pretty much to herself at first but was always friendly when we 
saw her. I tried to figure out what I could about her. The apartment that 
she lived in was a pretty big one-bedroom and she lived by herself, and 
she drove a BMW convertible, so it was obvious that she was pretty 
well-off. We'd find out later that her father was a fairly well-known 
conservative congressman. 
Angelina and I took every opportunity to invite Susie over to our 
apartment for coffee, or dinner, or a movie, or whatever. Initially she 
turned us down often but as time wore on she started hanging out at our 
place fairly regularly. It turned out that she was very sweet and fun to 
be with, as well as being fantastic to look at. But whenever I talked to 
her my mind would wander as I pictured myself kissing her belly button, 
her stomach dotted with fine beads of sweat, burying my face in her furry 
red bush, and moving down between her legs... 
Then I'd shiver to shake off the vision and try to pay attention to the 
conversation, try not to stare. I didn't want to scare her off, just in 
case there was a chance.
Angelina and I never came right out and told Susie that we were dykes, but 
we didn't hide it, either. From our conversations it was pretty hard to 
miss; and, after all, Susie lived right across the hall, and Angie and 
some of the other girls we brought home could be quite loud at times. 
Despite her father's politics, Susie seemed to have a pretty liberal frame 
of mind and never looked shocked, though she would be a little embarrassed 
at times.
Of course, Angie and I were always studying Susie closely, trying to gauge 
her reactions. About a month after school started, we sat down and 
compared notes. Susie knew that Angie and I were lovers, but hadn't 
stopped hanging out with us, which was a good sign. And we hadn't seen her 
with any guys, which was a very good sign. She was always friendly and 
laughed at our jokes, and could get a certain kind of flirtatious look in 
her eyes when she was around us. And she often dressed very sexily-wearing 
tube tops, short skirts, tight T-shirts, and so on.
Angelina and I decided the signs were good-that it might just be possible 
to seduce Susie. We got ourselves so excited and carried away talking 
about it that we decided to make a bet on who could get Susie into bed 
first. The loser would have to be the winner's slave for a week-that way, 
even though winning would be better, losing wouldn't be so bad. There were 
two conditions to the bet: the winner would have to tell the loser 
everything, and would do everything in her power to get Susie into a 
three-way with the loser. 
I could feel my temperature rising as we discussed the terms of the bet; 
my hand crept under the kitchen table, up Angie's leg, and into her 
panties. I slipped a finger into her moist cunt as we concluded our 
negotiations. She squealed and leaned over to kiss me. In a matter of 
seconds I had her spread out on the table and was going down on her. We 
had some of the hottest sex we'd had in months, all fueled by the thought 
of Susie.
After that Angie and I started being a lot more obvious when Susie was 
around. We took every opportunity to be caught in our underwear, or even 
topless, when Susie showed up at the door. Angelina in particular was 
shameless; if Susie and I were in the living room, Angie would emerge from 
her bedroom in nothing but panties and go into the kitchen to pour herself 
a glass of milk. We would rent movies starring beautiful women and make 
lewd comments about them, Angie and I mock-secretly groping each other in 
the half-light and moaning softly but audibly. Though Angie and I were in 
competition, the most important thing was getting Susie heated up enough 
that one of us would get to her, and quick. Having her around the 
apartment, as hot as she was and showing all that skin, was driving us 
crazy.
And it was working. I could tell by looking into Susie's eyes. There was a 
certain hunger there when Angelina and I kissed, or when Angie walked by 
displaying her beautiful tits. And she was definitely flirting with us 
now, standing very close, giggling girlishly, looking raptly into our eyes 
and then shyly looking away. I started to get very excited; this might 
actually happen! It would really make my year to finally make love to 
Susie after so much effort and patience.
Finally, one Sunday night Angelina had to go to a study group and Susie 
and I got together to watch a movie by ourselves. I chose Bound for 
obvious reasons. I wore an extremely short skirt and a bikini top and 
cracked open a bottle of white wine for us to share. Susie showed up in 
tight, faded jeans and an equally tight striped T-shirt that showed off 
her body to stunning effect; I was so beside myself with lust that I could 
barely speak. "This is it," I thought. "She's ready and I'm going to have 
her tonight." 
We sat next to each other on the couch. I was eager and nervous but tried 
to play it cool, commenting on the movie from time to time. I made sure to 
drop into conversation the fact that Angie and I had a nonexclusive 
relationship. I watched Susie closely when Jennifer Tilly and Gina Gershon 
made love; she tensed a little and nervously sipped her wine, but never 
took her eyes from the screen. When the movie was over, I flipped off the 
TV and we sat there in the dark, talking and drinking wine. I was a little 
tipsy and flushed with the heat of Susie's body so nearby. Finally there 
was a quiet moment; I felt Susie's leg warm against mine, and I leaned 
over to kiss her. I felt a sense of unleashed desire as her mouth met mine 
forcefully. My heart leapt with joy; she tasted delicious and I was going 
to win!
Our tongues intertwined and explored each other's mouths. I kissed Susie's 
ear and then her neck, and finally I reached down a to caress one of her 
breasts...
And she was gone. My caress got nothing but air. The room was very dark 
now, but I could sense her across the room, panting audibly. "What's 
wrong?" I asked. 
Her voice was weak and broken, shaking with the beginnings of a sob. "I'm 
sorry," she said, pausing for breath. "I'm not gay. I wanted to- I didn't 
mean to-" She broke off. "I'm sorry." And she turned, opened the door, and 
left, just like that. I was stunned. I'd seen the promised land, had it 
within my grasp, only to be denied. As I sat there in the dark, I felt 
sure of one thing-the desire I'd felt in Susie had been real. She just 
didn't want to admit it.
I didn't see Susie again until I ran into her in the hallway a few days 
later. She wouldn't meet my eyes; staring at the floor, she said "I'm 
sorry about what happened the other night," then quickly changed the 
subject. She obviously didn't want to talk about it, and I didn't want to 
make her any more uncomfortable, so I went ahead and chitchatted idly with 
her for awhile. 
Things got pretty much back to normal after that. Susie still dropped by 
the apartment once in a while, though she looked edgy a lot of the time. 
We never mentioned what had happened between us, and I didn't want 
Angelina to know that I had apparently blown my opportunity. But I now 
wanted her more than ever, having gotten so close. Sometimes it was all I 
could do to keep myself from physically jumping her. 
A few weeks later, the three of us had dinner together on a Friday night. 
Around 10 Angie left to meet some friends of hers at a club downtown. I 
told Susie that she could take off if she wanted to, but she said she'd 
stay and help out with the dishes. We cleaned up and sat down to watch 
some TV. As time passed, I noticed that Susie seemed to be edging closer 
to me on the couch. By midnight we were nestled very close together and I 
couldn't resist  anymore-I again leaned over to kiss her. We necked for 
awhile, even more passionately than before, and then slowly, gingerly I 
reached for her left breast with my right hand. I got a nice, round 
handful and felt a painfully erect nipple pressing into my palm. Then 
Susie bolted again. She retreated to the doorway and wouldn't respond to 
my perplexed look.
"I'm sorry," she said again. "You're really nice and all. This... this 
just isn't for me." The door opened and she was gone.
I was mad this time. This was the second time she'd gotten me all psyched 
up and left me wet and frustrated. Cursing, I lit up a joint and pulled 
off my jeans and panties and fingered myself, picturing the sweet red head 
that should have been between my legs. After coming a couple times, I 
calmed down, but I was still pretty bummed. The worst part was that I 
could feel that Susie wanted it as badly as I did-she was just holding 
herself back, unwilling or unable to let go. Probably for some stupid 
reason like her dad or what she had been taught growing up. I just sat 
there for a long time smoking and brooding, and finally about 4 a.m. 
Angelina walked in. "What's up?" she asked.
I was too depressed and stoned not to tell the truth, so I said, "Susie. 
We started kissing, she seemed like she was all into it, and then..."
"She took off?"
"Yeah. This is the second time it's happened."
"Really?" said Angie. "The exact same thing happened to me! One night when 
you weren't here, we started making out. I got all hot and bothered, and 
then she bailed. Said she wasn't a dyke. But I'm not buying it."
"Yeah," I said. "She really wants to, but she's afraid."
"It just about killed me."
"It's driving me out of my mind! There's got to be something we can do. We 
want her, she wants us. There has to be a way to make her forget 
whatever's holding her back."
So Angelina and I decided to call off our bet and, talking until dawn, we 
came up with a plan. And this is where the story gets kind of iffy, like I 
said. You might say our plan seems questionable, and objectively I'd have 
to agree with you. But to have such a tasty morsel, so close at hand...we 
just couldn't help ourselves. Here's what we did:
We waited until things had cooled off with Susie and then, the next Friday 
night, we invited her over for dinner again. She turned up around 9, 
wearing blue denim overalls that showed her bare arms with her hair tied 
back, looking phenomenally cute. Angelina fixed this great dinner of 
garlic chicken and we sat and talked, but I kept breaking out into a 
lustful and nervous sweat, knowing what we had planned. 
See, we had slipped a sedative into Susie's wine. So when the three of us 
retired into the living room after dinner, not 10 minutes had passed 
before Susie fell fast asleep on the couch. Angelina and I exchanged sly 
grins. Susie looked so gorgeous and innocent snoozing there, her red head 
resting on one of the arms. Her overalls had shifted so that we had a good 
look at the bright red bra she had on underneath them. 
I walked over to the couch and stroked Susie's hair. I was very tempted to 
just tear her clothes off and have my way with her right then and there. 
But that would have been crossing the line. Angie and I had worked out our 
plan very carefully and decided what we did and didn't consider 
acceptable, under the circumstances. So we picked up the unconscious 
redhead and moved her into Angie's bedroom, where we had made preparations 
beforehand. It was a matter of just a few minutes to get everything ready; 
then we sat down and smoked a joint, watching our lovely captive breathe, 
waiting for her to wake up.
When Susie awoke, she found herself standing with her hands cuffed behind 
her back around one of the posts of Angelina's canopy bed. I saw her eyes 
register surprise and she started to say something, only to find that she 
had been gagged. She looked over to the corner of the room where Angie and 
I were reclining, watching her. Getting an inkling of what was going on, 
Susie then looked down at herself, but found that she was still wearing 
her overalls.
I smiled and stood up, walking over to stand by Susie. She stared at me 
wide-eyed and questioning, struggling briefly with the handcuffs, then 
quickly discovering that it was useless. I paused, savoring the sensation 
of power over this sweet young thing. Then I felt a twinge of guilt as I 
saw fear in Susie's eyes and I spoke up, trying to put her at ease.
"Hi, Susie," I said sweetly. "You can relax, nothing's going to happen to 
you. You're going to be tied up there for exactly one hour. When the 
hour's up, if you want us to let you go, we'll let you go. Do you 
understand?"
Susie nodded. I grabbed Angelina's alarm clock and set it for one hour 
later. Now it was showtime. 
Angie went over to the stereo and put on some music. It was this album 
called Dr. Octagon, weird and funky rap. As the bass started to throb, I 
had a seat on Angie's recliner in the corner. Angie jumped up on her desk 
and started to dance for us-me in the dark corner and our captive audience 
by the bed. Angie was wearing a leather jacket over a black lace bra and a 
short leather skirt over black fishnet stockings and a garter belt. Her 
lips were fiery red and her long black mane had never looked so great as 
she ground her hips and bent down to show Susie her chest. As the second 
song began, Angelina took off the jacket and tossed it aside.  She played 
with her breasts for our benefit, cupping them, pressing them together, 
stroking her nipples. 
Next Angie took off the bra, baring her beautiful tits. She resumed 
fondling them, pulling on her now very erect nipples and wetting them with 
saliva. Then she unzipped the skirt, shook it down to her feet, and 
stepped out of it. Now she was dancing in just the stockings and garter 
and the black lace panties she had on over them. Angelina slid a hand down 
into her panties, We saw it move down between her legs and she stroked 
herself, thrusting her head back and her chest out.
I looked over at Susie. She was staring intently at the shape of Angie's 
hand as it moved under the lace.
Another song started and Angie hooked her thumbs into her panties and 
slipped them down over her hips, thighs, knees and ankles. Her pretty 
black bush was now on display. Her hand quickly returned to her crotch, 
running through the hair and sliding down between her legs again. The pink 
of her pussy was just barely visible in front. 
After a few minutes Angie sat down on the desk and spread her legs wide, 
showing us her cunt. Although I had seen her exquisite snatch many, many 
times before, it had never looked so perfect. I could see that she was 
incredibly wet from the way the light reflected off her lips. Slowly, 
seductively, she removed the garter and rolled the stockings down her legs 
and off. She was now completely naked, and she lay back on the desk with 
her legs apart. Parting her pussy lips, she slid a finger up into her 
slit. Writhing in time with the music, she began to move the finger in and 
out. I could see that she was totally into the moment now, and she had 
begun to sweat a little bit as she stabbed more fingers into her hole. Her 
fingers found her clit again and again and she came, spasming and then 
laying still, a look of rapture on her face, glistening with sweat and 
juices.
I looked over at Susie again. She was completely bug-eyed, her gaze 
focused on Angelina's exposed crotch. I let Angie recover for just a 
minute; then it was time for the second part of our little show.
I walked over to where Angie lay on the desk, planting a big wet kiss on 
her mouth. I helped her stand up and then, producing our other pair of 
handcuffs from my pocket, cuffed her hands behind her back. I put my hands 
on Angie's shoulders and gently pushed her down till she was on her knees. 
Then I snapped a collar onto her neck and attached a short leash. I led 
Angie by the leash as she crawled on her knees until I had her situated in 
front of the recliner.
I smiled down at Angelina on her knees before me, bound and naked. This 
had to be working on Susie. It was sure working on me.
I stripped off my blouse and leaned down to feed Angie first one breast, 
then the other. I pulled off my jeans and panties and sat on the recliner. 
I slowly opened my legs, exposing my pussy to Angie and to our audience. I 
started to pull Angelina's head in toward it and she extended her tongue 
in anticipation, but then I got ahold of her leash and held her just a few 
inches away. She let out a moan of frustration and it was painful for me 
too, but I kept her there straining against the leash, sticking her tongue 
out as far as it would go to try to reach my snatch. Gradually I let her 
get closer and closer and finally I felt her warm tongue against my lips. 
I let go of the leash and forced Angelina's head tight up against my 
crotch as she drove her tongue inside me. Angie's always passionate but 
she was absolutely mad as she devoured my orifice. She had me coming 
inside a minute and made me come three more times before she had to come 
up for air. 
Angelina smiled up at me devilishly, her nose and mouth covered with my 
juice. I was losing control by now. I pushed her onto her back and 
straddled her head, grinding down onto her face as I lay down on top of 
her, stabbing my tongue between her cunt lips. I almost forgot where I was 
and what I was doing, intoxicated by Angie's taste and aroma, until I 
looked up and saw Susie. Then I remembered our big finale.
I disappeared into the bathroom for a minute and when I returned, I was 
wearing a foot-long strap-on dildo. Kneeling in front of me, Angie licked 
and sucked it till it was nice and wet. Then I walked around behind her, 
bent her over and penetrated her. She let out a yelp and exhaled audibly 
as more and more of the dildo disappeared into her hole. I fucked lovely 
Angelina with all my strength, her face against the carpet as she lifted 
her ass into the air to meet me. I swear that I could feel the dildo, I 
could feel myself inside her, filling her completely. I fucked Angie to a 
giant, screaming orgasm that seemed to be happening to me too.
And then the alarm went off. It was the moment of truth. 
I uncuffed Angelina and took off the dildo. Together we walked over to 
where Susie stood, handcuffed to the bed. I took just a second to behold 
her loveliness, gently stroking her cheek. 
I removed her gag.
At last, I asked Susie the question I had been waiting to ask.
"Do you want us to let you go?"
There was a moment's pause before she responded, a quiet, electric moment. 
Time seemed to stop.
Looking at the floor, Susie shook her head.
"Say it," I told her.
Only then did she look up and meet my gaze. "No."
Angie and I smiled at each other, savoring our victory. Then we dove at 
our little redhead, kissing her on the mouth and neck and ears. She 
squirmed and gasped and drove her tongue into our mouths. 
We unstrapped Susie's overalls at the shoulders and rolled them down 
around her waist, fondling her tits and stroking her jutting nipples 
through the red lace of her bra. The bra came off soon after and we 
finally beheld Susie's tits naked and unfettered. We knelt and began to 
lick and suck those delicious globes, me on the left and Angie on the 
right.  
After awhile we found ourselves being drawn downward, kissing below 
Susie's tits, her navel, her hipbones. I caught a whiff of arousal 
drifting up from her crotch and nearly passed out from happiness. We 
pulled Susie's overalls down around her ankles and off; now she was 
wearing only red lace panties matching her bra and a pair of cute 
black-and-white striped socks.
We kissed Susie's knees, her thighs, her lace-covered mound. She moaned 
and shivered as our tongues caressed her flesh. I looked up at her and she 
spoke softly, breathlessly. "Please."
Angie grasped one side of the waistband and I took the other, and we slid 
the panties down over her hips, her thighs, her knees, her calves, her 
ankles and her feet, and off. Susie's lush red bush was right there in 
front of us, just inches from my eyes. I kissed it, then Angelina did, 
then we ran our tongues through it and across the soft skin next to it.
We held Susie's legs and pulled them up and open until her right leg 
rested on my left shoulder and her left on Angie's right shoulder. There 
it was before us-paradise. It was all I'd been thinking about for months, 
and now here it was, mine for the taking-the pinkest, wettest, most 
beautiful pussy I'd ever seen. 
I wanted the moment to last forever, and Angie and I held back, admiring, 
keeping Susie waiting, for as long as we could. But it wasn't really that 
long before we could wait no more. We slid our tongues up Susie's inner 
thighs until they met at the center of her sex, touching as they darted 
between her petals. Her fresh young cunt tasted like the sweetest nectar. 
Susie let out a long womanly wail and thrashed her hips as Angie and I ate 
her like shipwreck victims having their first meal in months. Our tongues 
moved frantically across her lips and as far up inside her as they'd go, 
meeting each other in their paths. then flicking against Susie's clit. In 
a frenzy we made her come once, twice, three times, then again and again, 
feeling her spasm against us. At long last-it could have been hours later, 
I couldn't say-we lay back on the floor, heads swimming, our faces covered 
with Susie's honey and loose red pubic hairs. 
When I felt able to stand again, I uncuffed Susie and the three of us 
embraced. She was smiling broadly and kissed me hard on the mouth. All her 
shyness seemed to be gone. She looked into my eyes, then over at Angelina. 
"I want to do you now," she said. 
I nodded at Angie. "You first," I said; I wanted to watch and anticipate. 
I took a seat as Angie reclined on the bed. I lit up another joint as I 
saw Susie's lips close around one of Angie's breasts. I watched happily as 
Susie's red head made its way down Angie's body and our little neighbor 
began to lick my roommate's pussy-her first. Judging by the helpless 
noises Angelina was making, she must have been doing a pretty good job.
After a time, Susie lifted her head from Angie's crotch and looked at me. 
I motioned for her to come over. She knelt in front of me as Angie had 
done earlier; I kissed her and gave her a toke. I put one breast into 
Susie's mouth, then the other, feeling her soft lips play across my skin 
and her tongue caress my nipples. I slipped a finger into my twat, wetting 
it, then put it into Susie's mouth; she sucked it as eagerly as any baby 
with its bottle. She looked so sweet and innocent and also so dirty there, 
nude on her knees before me, nursing blissfully on my finger. I spread my 
legs and drew Susie's head down between them. It felt like an electric 
shock when her tongue penetrated me. I closed my eyes and savored the 
feeling as Susie enthusiastically gave me head. She had me exploding in no 
time, but I only pulled her tighter up against me, eager for more. 
When I opened my eyes again it was to the beautiful sight of sweet Susie's 
head between my thighs; then I noticed that Angie had joined in, sliding 
underneath Susie to lap at her cunt. So this is heaven, I thought.
The three of us made love in every possible combination until dawn and 
finally fell asleep in a heap in the morning sun, exhausted and 
inconceivably happy.
So, as you can imagine, I really don't feel that bad about it.