Five women learn the addictive power of sapphic sex.
NB: This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.
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Runaway
Krista Radziwicz looked up the darkening sky and bit her lower lip. Her windshield wipers were shot and any serious rain made her car completely unusable. She was driving the speed limit in her hand-me-down Chevy Cavalier and decided to put the pedal to the metal. She was only five miles from her destination: school. Krista was nearing the end of her first semester as a graduate student at a prestigious (and expensive) college. She’d graduated from college two years earlier with no idea what to do with the rest of her life. With the job market terrible, she decided to return to school and get an MBA, something that she might be able to get a job with later. Driving the same beat up car at 25 that she’d driven at 16 convinced her that while money couldn’t buy happiness, it didn’t hurt either.
Her rattling shaking little car was just starting to ratchet up to 75 when the downpour started. First there were a couple of thick rain drops that spattered onto the windshield. But it didn’t take long for the rate to pick up. Krista turned on her windshield wipers and watched as they slid ineffectively through the rain. In a few seconds, the rain was so intense that she couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead of her. She slowed now, trying to keep from losing control. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she cursed herself for being so cheap that she refused to buy windshield wiper blades.
Just when she was starting to think that she was going to have to come to a complete stop in the middle of the road, Krista suddenly realized that she was no longer being rained on. She noticed that it was darker as she came to a stop. She rolled down her windows and looked out of her car and was delighted to see that she had accidentally, but luckily, come to a stop underneath of a highway overpass. 8 lanes of traffic above her head preventing her from getting wet. She was relieved that she had a place to wait out the storm, even if it meant that she would be late for class. Professor Kincaide would understand, she knew what it was like to be a poor student.
Krista looked out at the rain on the far side of the bridge and saw it was still coming down hard, maybe even harder than before. She decided to get out of the middle of the road. She pulled the car over to the side of the road, where the concrete started to slope up to the top the embankment where it would meet the upper road bed. She pulled over and turned her car off.
For a few minutes she just sat and looked forward, waiting impatiently for the rain to stop. Then, she though she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked, but the passenger side window was still covered in rain. Curious, she leaned across the car and rolled down the window. She looked up the embankment, at the very top, near just below the bridge, she saw a young girl sitting. Her arms were wrapped around her knees and she was staring down at the Cavalier. Krista a bit surprised, this wasn’t a bridge in a city, and no one would be living underneath. She thought about it for a moment and realized that it was probably a hitchhiker that had been caught out in the rain and was hiding, like she was, under the bridge.
It was dark under the bridge but Krista could make the girl out. She looked to be a teenager with long, wet brown hair and pale skin. In her curled up position it was hard to tell how tall the girl was but her knees were a bit knobby and her legs were very thin. She looked very skinny. Even from the distance Krista could make out that the girl had very big brown eyes and pale, white skin. She was very pretty, but looked tired and wrung out. For a moment, Krista considered just ignoring the girl, it really wasn’t her business. But then she heard the girl sneeze loudly and her heart wouldn’t let her ignore her. Besides, this girl was obviously harmless.
“Excuse me… miss?!” Krista called loudly. She didn’t know what else to say. The girls eyes flickered, but she seemed to be pretending she didn’t hear Krista. Krista wondered if maybe the girl was scared of her, but she looked at herself in the rear view mirror and laughed at the idea of a street kid being afraid of her. Even at 25 she was very short at 5’1 and thin at 110lbs. She had short brown hair and a round face. Her Eastern European heritage was clear in her cheekbones and knowing brown eyes. Her body was compact, her breasts small but taut, her stomach flat and her legs thin and short. She looked like a teenage girl herself, not a master’s student. And she was most assuredly not scary. Krista decided to try again, she leaned out the window, “hey, girl are you okay?” she asked. It sounded even weirder than miss but she was out of ideas. This time, the girl looked down at her.
“What?” the girl said. Her voice echoed under the bridge and it was clear the little runaway was trying to sound tougher than she was. At least that is what Krista could hear in her voice.
“It is cold and wet out here, I am going some place warm and dry. Do you need a lift?” she asked. She knew this was about the dumbest thing she’d ever offered, but her heart went out to this lonely, scared looking girl. The girl considered it for a moment. Then she got up and started to walk down the embankment towards Krista’s car. The girl was taller than Krista, maybe 5’6 and was very slim, her breasts barely making a tent in her billowy t-shirt and her hips point angles.
“Why did you stop here? Did you see me go under here? Are you following me?” the girl said, Krista put her hands up and shook her head.
“No, no no,” she said, “I was just stopping because my windshield wipers are bad.” Krista didn’t like feeling like a predator or anything.
“Yeah, well if that is true, I think I am safer here,” the girl said, looking out at the rain. Krista realized there was a little wisdom to what the girl said. The girl was now just about four feet from the passenger side of Krista’s car. She was clearly a beautiful girl, but she had the look of someone who had been on the road a long time.
“Are you hungry?” she asked, looking at the girls lithe frame. This seemed to be the wrong question, the girl back up.
“Hey chick, I am 18,” the girl said, “I am not going to get lured into a bad situation with a promise of candy.” Once again, Krista was on the defensive.
“No, I am sorry, I really just want to help. I don’t mean… I sound worse than I am right now,” she said, flustered. Was helping down and out people always this hard? She figured she should just give up and drive away. The girl seemed to agree.
“The rain is dying down, you can go,” the girl said and then she turned and started walking back up the embankment. For a moment, Krista watched her walk, and then shrugged her shoulders. The rain had nearly stopped and she was already late. She put her car into gear and headed to class.
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Four hours and two classes later, Krista was on her way home. It was almost dark now and the thermometer on her iphone said it was 15 degrees. Her little Cavalier could barely defrost the thick ice that had formed on her windshield. She had to burn gas in the parking lot for fifteen minutes before she could defrost and head home. If she hadn’t been in a bad mood as a result of getting in trouble for being late to class and then getting dressed down for not knowing the answer to a cold call question in her second class, being freezing in her little car would have done it. At least it had stopped raining.
As she started moving down the highway towards home, her mood brightened a little. Warmth was starting to seep into her skin and a song she liked came on the radio. She was singing along quietly when she slid underneath of the bridge she’d stopped at earlier. It was still freezing cold and suddenly her thoughts went back to the young girl she’d seen huddled in the cold earlier. She wanted to shake off the concern, but something about the pitiful aspect of the girl made her unable to shake it. She felt responsible for some reason.
Krista pulled her car over again, this time on the far side of the road from the embankment she’d seen the girl at before. She turned off her car and opened her door. It was late now and there were few cars in the road. It was bitterly cold as Krista closed her car door behind her. The wind was really whistling under the bridge and Krista hunched her shoulders and pulled her arms across her chest. She started to look up towards the top of the bridge where the girl had been sitting before, but her eyes burned. She put her head down and worked her way to the other side. Finally, she was standing where her car had parked earlier. The wind was a little lower here and she looked the embankment. For a moment her tears from the cold blinded her, but the she saw the girl, huddled up, shivering. For a moment, she felt awkward, didn’t know what to say. But then she figured she was just trying to help.
“Hey, Girl!” she yelled. She saw the frozen girl move and look down, “Hey come down here. You need to get out of the cold!” The girl didn’t budge. For a moment Krista was afraid the girl was frozen, but then the girl stirred and yelled down.
“Who are you? What do you want?” The girl’s voice sounded like she was shivering.
“It’s… I stopped earlier. Asked if you needed a ride…”
“Are you my guardian angel or something?” the girl asked, but there was a tinge of fear behind the snide comment.
“It is 15 degrees out and the wind chill must be like 5. You are going to die if you stay out here. I just want to help you,” Krista said. She didn’t know why she needed to help this girl, but it just felt right. It was around the holidays after all.
“Will you call the cops if I don’t come?” the girl asked and Krista was perplexed, it wasn’t the response she expected.
“You didn’t do anything wrong that I know of. If you want to die out here you can… just… don’t. Don’t die out here. Come to my apartment and get dinner and sleep on my couch,” Krista said. The girl looked at her and then slowly got up. She walked down the embankment and soon she was standing and shivering in front of Krista, towering over her a bit. The girl’s lips were almost blue and she was chattering fiercely. But she was smiling slightly. Apparently taking the cops of the table had really changed the girl’s outlook.