She couldn’t deny that Jamie had talented fingers. She was poking and prodding until she found the sweet spot on the Alice’s front vaginal wall. Then she concentrated on it while also rubbing Alice’s clitoral hood with her thumb. She had the young woman cumming in record time. Alice couldn’t help but feel that the orgasm, however pleasant, seemed a little empty.
“Your turn,” said Jamie who had stood up and dropped her pants. She was a natural redhead, that was for sure. She stood on the couch with one foot on either side of Alice’s lap, thrusting her dripping sex into Alice’s face. Alice started her tongue moving, delicately at first but increasing tempo as the redhead’s crotch was ground against her lips. She tried using every trick she had learned from Michelle and Jane and Freddie in her time with them, and each seemed to be working. After about ten minutes, Jamie was cumming up a storm, smearing her nectar all over Alice’s face.
“Oh,” she said, “you’re a good little cunt lapper. Wanna try again?” She didn’t give Alice much of a choice, pressing her opening back against Alice’s lips. Alice went back to work. She was sure that Jamie would ‘return the favor’ after that. Maybe she was just really impressed by Alice’s skills. She did have good teachers after all. It took a little longer the second time, but she was able make Jamie’s body shudder with pleasure by bringing her to orgasm.
Then things got a little strange. Jamie got off the couch and pulled her pants back up. “Thanks a lot,” she said almost absently. “Listen, I just remembered I have to be somewhere. Listen, you were great.”
“But . . .” Alice didn’t get it. Did she do something wrong? Jamie took her by the shoulder and led the stunned girl to the door.
“Listen, let’s not go getting all emotional. We were both just looking for some fun. So we had some fun. You’re a great kid, really.” Then Alice was out and the door was shut.
She just stood there for a moment. Staring at the door. She vaguely contemplated knocking, but decided against it. Somehow she knew that Jaime wouldn’t answer the door. She had gotten what she wanted. Alice started to walk home. She left her car at the restaurant, feeling like she was in no condition to drive. She paid little attention to anything around her. She would later wonder how she managed to make it home alive, considering she was walking on auto-pilot. And the only thing she could think of is what she should have done differently. Jamie had been so complimentary, so it must have been Alice that had screwed things up somehow. The obvious answer managed to elude her. She stumbled into her dorm room. Apparently Heather wasn’t back from her meeting. That worked for Alice. She didn’t want to talk to anyone right then. Unfortunately for her, the phone rang and she answered out of instinct.
“Hey youngin’!” came Michelle’s voice. “Hope I didn’t wake you. What the hell am I talkin’ about? It’s a Friday night. You girls are probably on your way out.”
“No,” she returned. “I just went out to O’Malley’s, but I wasn’t really into it tonight.”
There was a moment of silence. “Hon, are you okay? You sound . . .”
“I’m just tired, that’s all.”
Michelle was obviously not convinced. “Listen, is Heather there?”
“No,” Alice returned. She needed to divert the conversation. She didn’t know what was wrong, but she knew she didn’t want to talk about it. “It’s . . . Heather and Laurie had a fight. I’ve been playing referee. It’s just tired me out, that’s all.”
“Oh really?” said Michelle, still concerned. “What happened?” Alice told her about everything that had transpired between the two girls. Michelle seemed to have bought into the diversion. She agreed with Alice’s assessment that the two would probably be fine as soon as Heather stopped being stubborn and Laurie gave her a little space to adjust. Heather may be comfortable with her sexuality, but Michelle was willing to bet that having an actual ‘relationship’ was new for her. But the muscular cowgirl still sensed something was amiss. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Yeah. I just think I’m going to go to bed a little early tonight. Listen, can we talk later? I’m really wiped out right now.” She didn’t think Michelle bought it, but she wasn’t going to fight it anymore.
“Okay sweet pea. But you can call me anytime if ya need to talk. You know that right? Anytime.”
“I know,” Alice muttered. Suddenly, being tired wasn’t just an excuse. She was barely able to keep her eyes open. “I’ll talk to you next week, okay?”
When the call was finally over, Alice curled up under her blankets fully dressed. She thought that she should really go clean up, since she had basically came in her panties. But it didn’t seem that important. She was asleep within minutes.
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The next day . . .
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Alice was awoken the next day by Heather prodding her in the shoulder. “Hey sleepy head. It’s almost noon.”
Alice sat up. Heather saw that she was full dressed, and instantly knew something was wrong. “What happened?”
“Nothing,” Alice returned, averting her gaze. “I just wasn’t feeling well, so I just kind of went to bed early.”
“With all your clothes on?”
“Yeah. I just curled up and I was out. Didn’t have time to change.” It was time for another diversion. “Listen, I talked to Laurie yesterday. She’s pretty screwed up, but she’ll be okay.” As soon as Heather heard about Laurie being in distress, all other thoughts escaped her head. “I really think you need to prioritize though.”
Heather looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that she might not just have been concerned about your promise to try singing again.”
“Well what else . . .”
“It’s your friends.”
Heather looked a little defensive. “What about them?”
“Listen you know what I’m saying is true. They don’t like her, because they still see her as a prototypical American Barbie doll. And now you’re hanging out with a bunch of people who hate your girlfriend. How is she supposed to feel?”
“They don’t all hate her.”
Alice gave her a look that made Heather flush a bit. “Yes, they do. They think she’s a empty-headed slut. You were the one who told us that. But now you won’t even stand up to them. Is trying to recapture what constitutes their respect so important that you’re willing to lose Laurie?”
“No,” Heather muttered. “I just wasn’t ready. I was expecting her friends to hate me. I could handle that. A lot of people have disliked me, usually for good reasons. It wasn’t supposed to work like this. It was supposed to be . . .”
“Easy?” Alice said. Her next comment was for herself as much as Heather. “I guess some things aren’t supposed to be easy.” She sighed. She suddenly wanted to be alone again. “Now why don’t you go work things out with your girl? She made the first move to be with you. You have to make the next one if you want to keep her.”
Heather gave Alice a big hug. Alice felt a little better, though she seemed to realize that the emptiness she had felt yesterday would come back as soon as Heather walked out the door. Then Heather walked out the door, and Alice realized she hated being right.
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A little while later . . .
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Heather was nervous. She looked at the well manicured landscape and lovely flowerbeds . . . it might as well have been the House of Usher for Heather. She was walking straight into the maw of hell . . . a sorority. She knocked on the front door. The young woman who answered it was apparently shocked to see Heather, who was obviously NOT the sort of person who frequented such places. She asked if she could talk to Laurie. The girl went to check to “see if she was there.” Heather realized it was a bluff. The question was, did she want to talk to Heather? The girl came back and said Laurie was indeed there, then escorted the black-haired girl past several stunned looking pledges to Laurie’s room. Heather was going to knock on the door when she heard, “Come in.”
Laurie was sitting on the bed, much like she had been when Alice dropped by. She was wearing those cute terrycloth shorts she liked so much, and an incredibly tight tank-top (pink, of course). She looked upset, but somewhat composed. Heather felt very out of place in her torn denim shorts, wife-beater shirt and army boots.
“Hi,” said Laurie.
“Hey. How . . . How have you been?” It sounded so lame.
“I’ve been pissed off and crying. Yourself?” She sounded really bitter.
“Pissed off, but no crying.” They stood in awkward silence for a few moments. “I wish I knew the easy way to work through this,” she said at last.
“Do you really want to?” Laurie asked, wringing her hands nervously.
“Of course! We’re having a fight. That’s what couples do. They fight, they work it out . . . I guess. I’ve never had to do that last part before. But I want to.” She sat down on the bed next to Laurie, who was struggling with what to say. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about what you’re going to say, and just say it.”
Laurie looked her dead in the face. “Are you ashamed of me?”
Heather looked bewildered. “Ashamed?”
“Yeah. I mean, I know what your friends think of me. And apparently their opinions matter more to you than mine do. Do they even know that we’re still together? I just want to know if the ‘summer fling’ is over, so you can go back to the way your life was before?”