Date: Sun, 27 May 2001 23:49:56 +0100 (BST)
From: SheWhoWrites <shewhowrites@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: You May Begin

This should keep you all busy for a bit. As ever, the following contains
graphic descriptions of sex between two women. If this offends you etc,
then please go back and do not read it.

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			       You May Begin
				    by
			       SheWhoWrites


	Exams. Every year the same. Spend however many months coasting
along nicely, then at the end suddenly three or four weeks of mad cramming
followed by five or so chunks of sitting at a desk for two hours forgetting
everything you've ever been taught since you were three. Why do we do it?
	Same story, as ever, in my second year of university. My degree was
biology, so lots of endless facts to force in. I was never good at
revising, so I started early, worked steadily, and burnt out
dramatically. When the actual exams were upon me I felt my usual sense of
impending doom.
	I stood outside the exam building on the morning, Monday, of the
first one, making the usual small talk and being acutely aware of how
exhausted I was; though I daresay I wasn't the only one. Some people were
reading from dog-eared pieces of paper, trying to get in a few last
points. I take the line that when I leave for an exam in the morning, I
know all that I'm ever going to, to it would be no good trying to get any
more in. I looked at my copy of The Daily Telegraph, trying to clear my
head. I hated these moments with a passion.
	At last we were herded indoors and we entered the exam room, the
nervous chatter of before now replaced with the obligatory silence. I
mouthed 'good-luck' to some friends, found my desk, and sat down, noticing
that the exam paper seemed very thick. I wrote my details on the front,
then sat back and waited for the word go, which would be a while coming as
people were still filing in.
	I glanced around the room, for want of anything else to do. The
invigilators were all doing their thing, and after a minute or two everyone
was in their seat. I heard the voice of a lady invigilator giving
instructions about filling in the front of the paper. I looked to the front
to the room, where the voice came from.
	Good grief! They were not meant to be that good looking. The woman
in question was thin, on the tall side of medium height, had her brown hair
tied back off her face and wore glasses that flattered her in a most
delicious way. She seemed young, maybe twenty-four or twenty-five, and I
was immediately hugely attracted to her. Even her voice, though
authoritative at this moment, hinted at a softer side and resounded within
me. I rested my chin on my hand and stared, though hopefully not in too
much of an obvious way. She really was quite something. One of her
colleagues whispered something in her ear and she half laughed, and I
thought then and there that her smile was one of the most beautiful I had
ever seen.
	Suddenly I realised that while I had been gazing at her in a
trance, she had actually giving us the instruction to begin and everyone
around me had started. I opened my paper and tried to find my composure. I
was a little relieved as I looked through the questions, as they were
mainly things I could to, so I tried to get all thoughts of the woman I had
just seen out of my head and get on with it.
	Two hours later, the last minutes were ticking away and I had done
all I could, which fortunately was quite a lot. The gorgeous invigilator
woman was milling around at the front, keeping an eye on the clock. I was
enjoying this moment. I couldn't go anywhere, I was finished, and she had
me as a captive audience whether or not she liked it. She was wearing black
trousers and a purple shirt that showed off her wonderful
proportions. Finally, she told us to stop, and as she went up and down the
rows collecting papers my eyes were following her. Every so often she would
give a glimpse of her smile, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
	When I left the room, I was practically buzzing, which was not a
reaction my friends were expecting given that we still had another three
papers to sit that week. I made for my friend Liz, who looked the least
depressed of anyone.
	"Did you see her?" I asked?
	"What?" replied Liz, "Who?"
	"That woman, the invigilator. In the purple. With the glasses."
	"What about her?" Liz seemed puzzled.
	"She was so fine!" I enthused, "I mean, she looked so... you know."
	Liz sighed and smiled at me. "Emily, what are you like? She's the
invigilator!"
	"Does it matter?" I asked, "Besides, it gives me something nice to
look at."
	"I will never understand you," said Liz. Liz was far too straight
for her own good. We were flatmates, and she was great fun and endlessly
reliable. When my long-term relationship from school had broken down five
months previously, Liz had been on hand straight away with the ice cream
and the dartboard with attached picture of my ex (who had cheated on
me). She even came out with my gay friends on nights out. She was solid,
and in the aftermath of my break up had been endlessly supportive, not
batting an eyelid when I had a couple of ill judged one night stands. Since
I had introduced her to her boyfriend, she was also eternally grateful!
	We went home and commenced last minute cramming for the following
day's exam. As I sat on my bed with my notes in front of me, though, my
mind kept going back to the woman I had been drooling over that morning. I
wondered if she would be taking charge of all my exams that week. I hoped
so, I really did.

	The routine was the same on Tuesday. We nervously hung around
outside, waiting to go in. When given the word we filed in as before, only
today I was immediately looking for my invigilator. I was delighted when I
spotted her at the front. She was wearing a green blouse today instead, but
looked just as good. I kept my eyes on her as I took my place, and filled
in my details quickly. She began her usual speech about the instructions
and the length of the exam once everyone was in place. Then she looked at
the clock.
	"You may begin," she said.
	This time I was paying attention, so I started straight away.
Again, the questions seemed reasonably kind, so I got stuck in, while
keeping half an eye in the invigilator's movements around the room. I was
trying my best not to let myself become distracted, and to a certain extent
it worked, but I knew I had a weakness for a beautiful woman. Maybe this
was how I was to be tested? Could I still perform at my best with such a
sight?
	Again, though, I finished inside the allotted time, and had a
period of just sitting at the end, during which I could regard her without
guilt. I couple of times I caught her eye, but she never held my gaze for
long. Then it was over and we left.
	Liz did not seem so happy coming out of that exam, so I found some
other friends to vent my delight on. They reacted with a similar mock
despair. People were becoming used to this from me - in the last five
months I had had more ridiculous crushes (several of which I had pursued
with varying degrees of success - though only very short term at best) than
many people ever have. Nevertheless, I really liked what I saw in this
woman, and wondered if there was any possible way that I could do anything
about it.
	When I was revising that afternoon, I had an idea. I decided that I
would write her a note, include my phone number, and leave it on my desk
after the last exam. Then it would be up to her. I could do no more than
that. I wasn't the type to force myself on someone. Well, it seemed like a
plan.

	Wednesday came and went in much the same fashion as the first two
days. Exam challenging but doable, invigilator sexy as hell. I could see a
pattern emerging here.
	That afternoon, before I settled into my work, I reached for a pen
and my pad. I didn't have a clue how to phrase this note, and it took a few
draughts before I settled on something I was fairly happy with.
	'At risk of sounding inappropriate, you are very attractive and
have brightened up my exams this week. I would like to buy you drinks
sometime, do call me.' I then wrote my mobile phone number, and left it
unsigned.
	I knew this was mad, but I had absolutely nothing to lose, and
couldn't see the harm in it. I put the note in an envelope, and then began
my work.

	On Thursday, I felt more nervous than on any of the previous
days. I went into the exam with my heart thumping, but not because of the
impending paper. In my pocket was the note.
	I was having serious misgivings about leaving it on my desk at the
end. I realised that this was likely to yield only disappointment at best
for me, and I was in very real danger of looking very silly. It also
occurred to me that if I left the note on my desk, it was akin to smuggling
notes in and perhaps they could have me up for cheating. Instead, I
decided, I would drop it onto the desk at the front when I left the room. I
got it out, along with my wallet (which contained my student ID card that I
needed for the exam anyway). I placed the card in the corner of my desk, as
was procedure, and slipped the note under the exam paper before putting my
wallet back. Then I filled out my details as usual.
	My invigilator was at the front, as ever, overseeing the
process. Today she was wearing grey trousers and a blue shirt, and was
still stunning. She ran through the instructions again, added "you may
begin," and we started.  I opened my paper to give an impression of work,
then took the note from underneath the paper. I had left the envelope
blank, but now I wrote on it, 'For the lady invigilator with the brown hair
and blue shirt,' before looking around to check that none of the other
invigilators matched that description. They didn't, and so, satisfied, I
got on with the exam.
	The paper was the hardest one I had had that week, but I still
finished within the time, just. When we were told to stop, I breathed a
sigh of relief, and quickly got my wallet back out. I retrieved my ID card,
and also tucked the note inside my wallet as subtly as I could. When my
paper was taken, I stood up and made my way down the aisle to the front. My
invigilator was off collecting papers at the far side of the room, so I
just left the note on the table at the front, shot her a final glance, and
left.
	Liz was already outside, with a few other friends. "Finished!" she
exclaimed.
	I grinned, "I know. Can we go and get very drunk now?"
	This was met with a general noise of approval; so after a couple
more of our friends had emerged we headed straight for the Student's Union
bar, with the aim of becoming unconscious as fast as possible.
	Later on in the afternoon, when everyone was very much the worse
for wear, I had a drunken conversation with Liz.
	"You know that invichilator I fanshied?" I slurred.
	"Yesh," replied Liz, "What about her?"
	"I left her a letter, and it had my phone number."
	"Why dichoo do that?"
	"Dunno." I laughed loudly. "Maybe she'll call me?"
	"Emily, itsh shilly. She won't call you. She's an invichilator."
	"Sh'might. Never know."
	"Well, if she doeshn't call you'll just have to find shomeone
else."
	"Ish that an offer?" I asked.
	Liz punched me gently on the arm and laughed. "No chance! Go and
hit on shomeone elshe."
	"Lizsh, you know you want me really." I was teasing her now, as
much as I loved Liz dearly, I really didn't fancy her. She knew this too,
much to her relief, so I often teased her in this way.
	I went to the bar for more beer and saw some friends from the LGB
Society who had also finished their exams that day. Felling reckless and
drunken, I bought them drinks.

	I remember very little else from that night, but I got a shock in
the morning. I woke up but when I opened my eyes it hurt so I kept them
shut. My head was thumping. I tried to roll over but there was
resistance. This puzzled me, and then I realised I was naked, which was odd
for me when I was on my own.
	Then the penny dropped, and I sat up and opened my eyes. Sure
enough, next to me was Maria, one of the LBG-Soc girls that I had bought a
drink for the previous night. Oh no, I thought. She was attractive, but not
really my type, and certainly not someone I was particularly interested in.
	Maria, of course, chose that moment to wake up herself. Her
expression on seeing me told me that she was as surprised as I was. We
looked at one another for a second, and then both burst out laughing at the
same time.
	"Oh God," I cried, still laughing hard, "how much did we have to
drink last night?"
	"Too much," she said with a smile, and I was relieved that she
could make light of it. "What time is it?"
	I looked at the clock. "Ten thirty," I said.
	She shot up. "Oh shit, I'm supposed to meet my sister in half an
hour. She's in town." We both laughed again, at the absurdity of the
situation.
	Maria left soon afterwards, and we both knew that it had been
nothing more than a drunken liaison. My mind was on other things, and other
women, and I was slumped over the kitchen table feeling ill when Liz got
up.
	"How's the head?" she enquired.
	"Don't."
	"Is Maria still here?"
	"You knew about that?" I asked.
	"You weren't exactly subtle. Everyone saw."
	"Hell, what did I do?"
	Liz proceeded to give me a rundown of my debauched behaviour the
night before. I was glad to hear that Maria had at least thrown herself at
me, rather than the other way around, and she had been as drunk, if not
more, that I was.
	An hour or so later, I heard my phone ring from my room. My heart
jumped, and I really believed that this would be my invigilator. I leapt
up, ran into my room, and dived onto the bed, grabbing my phone, and
answered it without looking to see if I knew the number. I was disappointed
when it turned out to be Maria letting me know that she'd left her jacket
at my place.

	My invigilator did phone in the end. She kept me waiting though.
For the first few days my heart nearly stopped whenever I heard my phone
go. This faded, and after a week I had given up. However, ten days or so
after that last exam, my phone rang and I noticed that the number was not
familiar to me. I answered, not thinking that it might be her.
	"Hello?"
	"Hi, err... I'm Victoria. I was left this number after the exams
the other week."
	"It's you!" I exclaimed, before composing myself, "You're the
invigilator?"
	"Yep."
	"Wow, I didn't think you'd call. So you got my note then."
	"I did and I was intrigued," she said, before pausing, "but may I
ask who YOU are?"
	"Of course, sorry. I'm Emily."
	"Emily?"
	I suddenly realised that she would have been expecting a guy, and
my voice was sufficiently deep over the phone that it may not have been
obvious to her until now that I was female. "You weren't expecting that?" I
asked.
	"I must confess I was not, but that doesn't mean I'm disappointed."
	"I'm sorry?"
	"Let's just say," Victoria said, "that it's better like that. It
lessens the chance of a messy rejection."
	It had honestly not occurred to me before now that she might
seriously be gay, and when I realised that this was what she was telling me
I was beyond delighted. What were the chances of that? I had endured so
many instances of pursuing straights only to be told 'I'm flattered but
no,' that this was a real surprise.
	"I see," I said, "great! So can I get you a drink at some point
then?"
	"Be in the Admiral by eight and you'll find out."
	She signed off after that, and I was delirious. I also noted that
she had chosen the town's busiest gay pub to meet me in. I looked at my
watch. It was four in the afternoon, which gave me four hours. I was
positively bouncing and I wanted to go and tell Liz, but she was away for a
few days with her boyfriend, so it was just me in the flat. But she had
called me! And she was gay too! And I had a date!

	Four hours seemed to crawl by, but eventually I found myself
walking into the pub at five past eight. It was fairly quiet, which was
unusual, even for a Wednesday night. I looked around and saw Victoria at
the bar, having a joke with the barman. I immediately got the impression
that she was a regular, which made me wonder why I had never seen her in
here before. I was delighted to see that Victoria was in fact the
invigilator I had in mind, as about half an hour earlier I'd worried that
the wrong one might have received the note. I went up to the bar beside her
and ordered a pint. Then I turned to her and smiled.
	"It WAS you!" she said as a greeting, before kissing me on the
cheek.
	"Was me what?" I asked, puzzled.
	She grinned. "As soon as I realised it was a girl who left me the
note I thought it might have been you. Don't think I didn't notice you
looking at me during your exams."
	I blushed a little. I didn't think I'd been that obvious. "What can
I say?"
	"Don't worry, it was quite fun for me," she said with a grin, "so
are you going to get me a pint as well?"
	"Of course," I replied, and when mine came I ordered another. It
arrived, I paid, and then we drank one another's health before retreating
to a table at the side.
	"I must admit," Victoria told me a few minutes later as we sat, "I
was glad when it was you. When I got the note I was surprised, but thought
it would have been from one of the lads taking the exam, so I left it. I
wasn't going to call, but after a week or so I came across it in my bag and
decided I had nothing to lose. But I really didn't expect it to be a girl."
	"I hope it was a nice surprise," I said.
	"Very nice! But even then, although I had my suspicions, I couldn't
be sure how it would turn out. It could have been someone I was completely
not attracted to."
	"Whereas..." This was looking good for me.
	"Whereas it turned out to be you, which is who I thought it might
be. And who I hoped it might be." Victoria smiled again. She seemed to do
that a lot, which was a good thing - her smile lost none of its radiance in
close up.
	I sat back, unable to quite comprehend what was being said. I had
expected to be making all the running tonight, and had prepared myself to
be rejected in a disastrous way. Yet it was Victoria who was making moves
on me. On the face of it, this may not have been so weird - she was only
four or five years older than my twenty, I was certainly not repelling to
look at - but this kind of luck simply did not happen to me.
	Victoria noticed my silence. "Are you alright?"
	"Yes, sorry. I just... I'm surprised this is panning out like
this."
	"Don't be," she said, "I don't like to beat around the bush; I
prefer to be direct. I like you, I think you're attractive and I'm glad you
made the move you did. We've been here only ten minutes or so, but I think
we click and there is potential here."
	I grinned widely. "I'm glad you feel that way. I just never
imagined it would be this..."
	"Easy?"
	"That's the wrong word, but you know what I mean."
	It was strange for me to be in a situation where I didn't have to
do all the legwork, but I liked the fact that Victoria was indeed being
direct. She obviously knew what she wanted, and had no qualms about getting
it and that was refreshing. And she was so damn likeable! We chatted for
three hours without even noticing the time go by, and it was like talking
to an old friend, only with the mutual attraction too. When last orders was
called, we both wondered where all the time had gone.
	"I'd like it invite you back," I said, "for coffee or
something. Would that be alright?"
	Victoria said nothing, instead she leant forward and kissed me on
the lips, very gently, but lingering for a second or two.
	"Do I take that as a yes?" I asked when she leant back.
	"Of course."
	We left, and began the short walk back to my flat. I lived about
fifteen minutes from the pub, and we talked as we went. At one point along
the way, Victoria pulled me into a side road and pushed me against the
wall, kissing me deeply. Our lips parted and I happily accepted her tongue
into my mouth. She pushed right up against me, and my arms were around
her. She was slightly taller than I was and I couldn't have got away, but I
really didn't want to. Victoria was a glorious kisser. I felt myself
turning to jelly in that moment.
	She broke the kiss and released the pressure on me. As we walked on
I was at a loss for something to saw. "Wow," is all I could manage.
	Victoria smiled, this time a more knowing smile. I wondered if she
did this often. I'd been around the block a bit, but I got the impression
that she was very experienced. I wondered in that moment about her past. I
wanted to ask her about it; who else there had been, how many, but I
decided that this was not the time. I wondered if she saw me as anything
more than an amusing interlude. I knew that I was after something more than
a one-night stand, especially after we had got on so well in the pub. I
hoped that it was the same for her. Again, though, I didn't want to ask,
for fear of appearing needy.
	When we got to my flat, she put her arms around me from behind as I
unlocked the door. "Do you have flatmates?" she asked.
	"Only one, and she's away."
	"Superb."
	When I got the door open, we almost fell inside. I shut the door,
and Victoria had me up against it before I could say anything. We were a
tangle of hands, mouths and passion. I was positively hungry for her, and
the doubts from a minute ago had evaporated. Her breathing was heavier, my
heart rate had tripled, and somehow we manoeuvred ourselves into my
bedroom, falling atop one another onto my bed. I was kissing every bit of
her that became available to me and it felt wonderful. We were pulling at
each other's clothes, and somehow we managed to get each other undressed. I
practically tore her top from her, then I reached around for her bra clasp,
and freed her breasts. She hastily undid the buttons of my shirt, which
then hung open, and she pushed it away from me. I had chosen not to wear a
bra that evening, and now our breasts were against each other as we
continued, driven by mad desire. I kicked off my shoes and Victoria undid
my jeans, pulling them down and away and revealing my black thong. This
sight seemed to please her, but not as much as it did after she removed
that also. I unbuttoned her trousers and she helped push them out of the
way - and I was delighted to see that she too was wearing a thong. It
didn't last long either, and within two minutes of entering the bedroom we
were both naked.
	Victoria's body was fantastic, very trim without being painfully
thin. Her breasts, which I eagerly licked and sucked, were nicely full,
with dark areolas. Her pubic hair was short and very neat, and a little
darker than that on her head. Everything about her made me want her all the
more.
	I had her on her back now, and I was running my tongue and lips all
over her upper body. She let out little gasps here and there, and had a
hand on the back of my head. Then, without warning, she rolled me onto my
back and was above me. She was sitting astride my stomach, and I could feel
a dampness emanating from between her legs. Indeed, it was obvious that
Victoria was very wet - she was making my stomach slick. I pulled her down
to me and kissed her again. After a minute or so she pulled back and
instead went for my neck, which made me groan. She knew what she was doing
all right, and it felt amazing.
	She began to kiss my breasts, much like I had been doing to her a
few minutes previously. It felt very nice indeed and I could feel myself
becoming hugely aroused by this. I wanted to have her screaming, I wanted
to have her begging for more, I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted to make
love to her at the same time.
	I twisted away from her so that I could reach under the
bed. Victoria seemed hurt that I had moved away, but this quickly went when
she saw the purpose of my movement. I brought out the box of toys that I
kept under the bed for just such occasions.
	"I like your thinking," she said, before kissing me on the ear.
	"You choose," I said.
	Victoria rummaged for a second in the box. "This is quite a
collection," she said. The truth was that my ex and I had compiled the
collection between us, and I somehow ended up with it after the break
up. Finally Victoria selected a thick green dildo with a leather
harness. "I'd love to see this on you," she declared with a cheeky grin.
	"Or in you," I added, and she laughed.
	I put on the harness and strapped the dildo into place. "Suits
you!" said Victoria.
	I pushed her back down onto her back, and pushed her legs
apart. Victoria gasped in anticipation, and I positioned myself between her
legs. Before I entered her I ran a hand over her pussy - she really was
soaking. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked all the juice from
them, sighing as I did so because she tasted extremely good. Victoria had a
look of desperation in her eyes, I could tell that she wanted me inside her
now, and I was happy to oblige. She moaned as I filled her to the hilt with
my shaft. Her hands were on my ass and held me in place as I got to full
depth within her. She threw her head back on the pillow and presented to me
her neck, which I kissed lightly while remaining still.
	Then I started to thrust, and as I did so Victoria's groans got
more frequent. She was moving too, ensuring that each thrust of mine had
the maximum effect. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but here I was,
having sex with this beautiful woman who I had not really considered myself
to have any chance with. Her moans were getting louder as my thrusts got
harder and faster, and soon I could feel her body tense up as she neared
orgasm. She was sounding more and more frenzied, and was digging her nails
into my back as she came so loudly and powerfully that I could not believe
it was me eliciting this response.
	I didn't pull out of Victoria as her breathing slowed, and she
didn't seem to want me to. Indeed, as soon as she was sufficiently
recovered she rolled me over, without the dildo coming out of her, so that
she was on top. I lay on my back watching her as she ran her hands over her
own body, flaunting herself to me. She was just so deliciously sexy and
this really was a vision to behold. As she did this she began to slide up
and down the shaft that had been buried inside her. Victoria was
controlling the pace now, and she was loving it. I placed my hands on her
hips and contributed with some movement of my own, but there was no doubt
who was in charge. She lifted herself all the way off and held herself
there, teasing me, before dropping right back down. She did this again, but
a little faster, and once again I could sense that she was getting close.
	Victoria placed a hand on either side of my head to support herself
as she got closer to coming. This meant that her breasts were hanging just
inched from my face, and I was compelled to grab one and suck hard on her
dark nipple. This got an approving moan, and seemed to increase her
pleasure. I movements got faster, and then Victoria was crying out that she
felt amazing, at the same time gasping for air. Her thrusts onto me were
shallow but rapid now, and she came with such force, the like of which I
had not seen before.
	She kept thrusting down onto me until she could take no more, and
then she pulled off straight away and lay down next to me, panting hard. I
turned to face her, and she wearily put her hand on my cheek and smiled.
	"You are something else," I said.
	Victoria smiled, seemingly too tired to react any other way. "I
don't know, I'd say you did that to me!"
	I leant in and kissed her. Then I sat up and removed the harness
from myself. With it gone, I lay closer to her and put my arms around
her. She nuzzled against my breasts and sighed contentedly.
	We lay like that for a while, no further words needing to be
spoken. A million things were going around in my head. I was realising that
I could fall very heavily for this woman, and worried that she wouldn't
feel the same way and it would all become messy. I had a habit of worrying
about such things, I tried not to but it was hard.
	"What are you thinking?" I asked after a while.
	"I'm thinking that you are very comfortable," murmured Victoria,
"what are YOU thinking?"
	"I'm hoping you find me comfortable for a long time."
	Victoria looked at me. "That would be good," she said, and I felt
massive relief. At least this meant something to her. I wanted this to be
the start of something so badly, and to hear that she shared that want was
fantastic.
	Victoria eased herself up on her arms, and into a kneeling
position. I wondered what she was doing, and I realised that she was
examining my CD collection, which was on a shelf above my bed along with my
hi-fi. She hummed as she looked through it, and then selected one. I saw
from the case that it was a mid-nineties Madonna album. Victoria put it in
the machine and pressed play, and then returned back down to me as the
opening notes rang out.
	"Good choice," I said, "this is a very sexy record."
	"I know, a friend of mine has it," she said, "I thought it might
enhance the mood."
	"You think it needs enhancing?"
	"No, but a little good music is never a bad thing."
	She kissed me again, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact
that I was yet to come. Victoria was aware of this too, judging by the way
that she was slowly and ever-so deliberately running her tongue over my
neck and breasts. My nipples sprang to life, hardening before she even made
contact with them. She took one in her mouth and the other between two
fingers. I gasped - she knew this felt good.
	Victoria looked down at my entire body, then lifted her head and
looked me in the eye. "I am going to lick you like you've never been licked
before; do you understand?"
	Just the way she said it mad me get wetter. "Yes, but - wait," I
said, "I want to do the same to you. I had a taste earlier and it wasn't
enough."
	She pondered this for a moment. "I suppose that would be allowed."
She sucked my left nipple briefly, and then repositioned herself so that
her pussy was over my face. "Is this what you wanted?"
	"Oh God yes." I admired her. Her outer lips were very wet and I
could see how she was glistening, even in the low light of my room. I
wanted to sink my face in between those pink lips, but Victoria kept
herself hovering just out of my reach. She bent down and kissed my navel,
then ran her tongue along the line from my umbilicus to the top of my pubic
hair, before diverting sideways and going to my inner thigh. She was well
aware of the fact that what she was doing was driving me crazy. I wanted
her to just dive in, to suck me until I came, but there was nothing I could
do. At the same time I wanted to be doing the same to her, but
couldn't. All I could do was lie helpless while she took her time. Victoria
kissed her was delicately up my inner thigh, so lightly that I could barely
feel it, and then skipped over my pussy completely and went instead to the
other thigh. I was frustrated beyond belief now.
	Suddenly Victoria dived into me; her lips were upon my pussy and
her tongue inside it. It felt so very very good but I had little time to
bask in it as at the same time she lowered her own pussy onto my mouth. I
immediately started to lick between the folds of her and she tasted just as
sweet now as she had done earlier, more so in fact. My hands were on her
waist; I was pulling her down onto me as far as I could. I wanted to get my
tongue as deeply into her as I possibly could. I was mad with desire for
her, and she was feeding that madness.
	All the while, Victoria was expertly working her way around my
overflowing opening, teasing my slit with her tongue and moaning at the
pleasure that I was giving her. She opened me up with her fingers and lost
herself in me, and it was truly exquisite. I could feel that my climax
could not be far away, but wanted to hold off until Victoria was coming
too. Without warning I felt her place a finger at my asshole, lubricated by
my vast wetness, and she slipped it inside me. I was so taken aback that I
briefly stopped what I was doing - I was spurred into action again when
Victoria thrusted her pussy at me. It felt different, what she was doing,
but very pleasurable.
	Victoria was making deep-throated groans now, and I could tell that
she too wasn't too far off. I doubled in my efforts, and was rewarded with
a torrent of cum from her, covering the lower half of my face. I felt
myself start to hit my summit now, and she was beginning to spasm. We both
worked the pussy of the other one as hard as we could as we hit our orgasms
simultaneously. I was crying out, though the delicious pussy that covered
my mouth muffled my screams. I was sucking Victoria's clit when she came,
and she was pushing down onto me hard.
	It couldn't last forever, alas, though it would have been good if
it had. At the same time we both fell apart, heaving for breath. Slowly
Victoria turned herself and crawled up to my level, settling herself in the
hollow between my shoulder and my chest. As she rested her chin on me I
could feel how wet her face had become; and when she craned her head up to
kiss me I could taste my own nectar on her lips.
	I was feeling blissful, but after lying there for two minutes or
so, Victoria suddenly sprang to life.
	"Right," she said, "I've got my breath back now."
	"You're insatiable!" I laughed.
	"You've got me all wrong," she said, with an expression of mock
hurt, "I was wondering if there was anything more I could do for you?"
	"Ooh, I'm sure I could be persuaded. What did you have in mind?"
	Victoria retrieved the dildo and harness that I had earlier
discarded over the side of the bed. "This ring any bells?"
	"I think so," I said with a smile as she strapped it on.
	"On your knees," Victoria then commanded, and I could only
comply. She moved to behind me and pushed down my upper body so that I was
now on all fours. Then she took my hips in her hands and guided the dildo
to my opening.
	"Oh. My. God," I gasped as I felt it start to enter me. Victoria
applied a little more pressure and I could feel myself filling up.
	"How does this feel?" she asked, still pushing until she got as far
into me as was possible.
	"You have no idea," I managed to say.
	"Oh, I think I do."
	Then Victoria drew about half way out, before driving her great
length back inside me. I think I squeaked when she did that, but I was not
exactly in control of my reactions. My breathing became deep and hard and
Victoria soon settled into her rhythm. I knew it wouldn't be long.
	She reached around with her left hand and began to stroke my clit
at the same time, and this only intensified my pleasure. I was pressing
myself back onto her, my pussy at times in contact with her skin. I
realised I was beginning to get quite vocal about how I was feeling, but it
was so good that I couldn't help it. I felt amazing. Waves of pleasure were
radiating throughout my whole body and I could feel how Victoria was
plunging into me now in an almost primeval way. With her right hand she
grabbed at my hair and drew back my head, turning it, before jamming her
tongue into my mouth. I came at that moment, and I was silently screaming
into Victoria's mouth, trying my best not to bite down on her tongue. Her
fingers weaved magic with my clit, and she drove into me with such might
that I thought I could implode.
	My orgasm seemed to last for ages, but eventually my arms gave way
and I fell flat onto the bed, gasping for breath. Victoria withdrew from
me, unharnessed herself quickly and lay on my back, her hands beneath me
cupping my breasts and her soft kisses on the back of my neck.
	I must have dropped off after that because the next thing I
remember is waking up the following morning. Victoria was asleep next to me
and I watched her. She really was stunning, yet she was more than that. I
stroked her hair, and though she stirred a little, she was truly dead to
the world.
	I knew in that moment that I wanted nothing more than to wake up
beside her for many many mornings to come. She was radiant, and she was
everything I wanted.

	And I got to have her, too. It lasted to this day. After my degree
(with Victoria invigilating my finals!) I moved in with her, and we set up
home. And, what's more - the passion remained, the love developed, and the
future beckoned.