“Hmm,” moaned Alice contentedly. She felt some shifting around her. She opened her eyes to see Heather moving behind her. She was disappointed, thinking that her “therapy” was already over. Then Laurie squeezed out from behind her and Heather took her place. The blonde girl turned Alice slightly so that her legs were hanging off the bed, then spread those legs again to give Laurie access. Laurie looked up.
“You didn’t think we were done with you did you?” she asked with a smile. “Orgasms and potato chips sweetie . . . No one should have just one.” Then she kissed the entrance to Alice’s personal paradise, sucking the juicy inner lips into her mouth. Alice felt Heather’s hands on her breasts and Heather’s lips on her neck.
“Oh God!” she whispered heatedly. While Heather’s oral attack scheme had been direct and powerful, Laurie’s was about the tease. She traced her tongue around Alice’s pussy, but never directly stimulated the really sensitive areas. Heather may have been trying to bring Alice to release quickly, but her girlfriend was going to take her time. For twenty minutes, the blond haired girl made her squirm like a worm on a hook using her tongue and fingers. She also realized she was going to have hickies from hell all over her neck from Heather. Eventually, the dark-haired girl slid a hand down Alice’s body and started rubbing her clit. Alice had been teetering on the edge of bliss for a while due to Laurie’s talented tongue, and Heather’s intrusion was more than she could stand. The dams of pleasure burst for the second time that evening, almost drowning Laurie in their sweet waters.
Heather and Laurie had one more treat for their friend. The lay her back on her bed, with Heather returning her face to Alice’s thighs while Laurie offered her tits to their young friend. Alice took one of Laurie’s soft nipples into her mouth, nervously at first but gaining in passion. ‘No wonder Heather likes these so much,’ she thought to herself as she nursed on Laurie’s ample chest as if she were a baby. And Laurie continued playing with Alice’s tits as well, all the while with Heather ravaging her cunt. Heather’s tongue stud was setting off alarms in Alice’s pleasure centers. Then the dark-haired girl stuck one finger from each hand into her friend’s depths, spreading Alice open to provide better access to her hidden places. Alice actually started seeing sparks fly as Heather’s tongue went exploring like a snake in a mouse’s burrow.
Alice had been almost completely drained, so it took a little longer for Heather and Laurie to recharge the girl’s battery before getting her off again. Alice wasn’t sure how long they worked her over that time. She just knew that it felt good . . . that she felt safe and wonderful and special. These were her friends, and they cared about her.
When Alice came for the third time, it wasn’t as powerful as the first two. But in some ways it was just as pleasurable. It was like her body was stretching out after a long day at the gym, and it left her feeling comfortable. When the waves of pleasure finally diminished, Laurie and Heather cleaned her up, with the blonde girl running a warm washcloth over Alice’s body and Heather toweling her off. The two girls tucked their friend into bed then returned to Heather’s side of the room, where they snuggled under the covers while wrapped in each other’s arms.
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The next morning . . .
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Alice awoke early the next morning much earlier than she expected. Actually, it was almost eleven in the morning, but considering they had been up until almost four a. m., she was surprisingly refreshed. She showered, slipped into a terrycloth robe and started up the coffeepot before sitting down and staring over at her wonderful, wonderful friends. Laurie had a look of almost childlike innocence while she slept. Of course, it hadn’t prevented her from stealing all the blankets. Heather was lying completely naked, spooning her girlfriend with her arm draped over the blonde girl’s body. Alice took a comforter off her bed and draped it over the dark-haired girl’s body. She didn’t want Heather catching a cold.
Suddenly, Alice felt inspired. She grabbed the notebook she used for her songwriting class and began furiously scribbling down an idea for a song that she had. She wrote the title down as “A Devil and an Angel.” And that’s what the song was about, an angel and a devil falling in love during the biblical battle for heaven. The first few drafts were a little clumsy, but they were closer to Alice’s heart than anything she had previously written. Luckily, Halloween had fallen on a Friday that year, so she didn’t have to wake her friends up to go to class. She just sat on the bed, staring lovingly at her friends and writing her songs.
When Heather and Laurie did wake up, their eyes instinctively sought one another out. Laurie saw Heather’s groggy face and she smiled a beautiful smile, kissing her lover on the nose and then on the lips. Heather developed a goofy grin, pinched something under the covers that made Laurie yelp, followed by a giggle, then she got out of bed. Getting the very comfortable Laurie out took some coaxing and tickling, but finally Laurie submitted, particularly when Heather suggested that they shower together to “save time.” Alice grinned. They might not actually have sex, but they were certainly going to make-out until the hot water ran out. It turned out that Alice was right. And strangely, or maybe not so strangely, no one brought up what had happened the previous night. No one really felt the need to.
The three girls spent the rest of the day polishing Alice’s song and starting work on a couple of new ones. They called Jenny and asked her to come over that afternoon, which the girl gladly agreed to. Everyone was impressed by Alice’s lyrics, and they tried to find a way of bringing them to life. Heather made a joke about starting a band, then the joke turned into a viable idea. Heather could sing and play guitar, Laurie could do background vocals and guitar (with a bit more practice), Alice could be the primary songwriter and play violin or piano (or keyboard) if necessary, while Jenny was actually pretty mean on the drums. They continued their collaboration on into the next day. By the time the weekend was over, they had the makings of four songs, all of which seemed almost autobiographical in nature. Besides “A Devil and an Angel,” they had songs titled “Where the Buffalo Roam,” “Dinner at O’Malley’s” and “Lost in Texas.” Jenny loved being involved in writing “Lost in Texas,” as she finally became privy to some of the naughtier details of the girls’ summer vacation. It was an upbeat, almost raucous song about the three girls’ tromp across the Lone Star State. By the end of the weekend, the four of them were having a grand old time picking the cities for their first worldwide tour they would do as headliners.
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Mid-November . . .
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Heather was worried. She was supposed to be going down to the ranch to visit with Jane, Michelle and Freddie over the Thanksgiving holiday, but she hadn’t been able to get a hold of anyone for two weeks. She originally thought they might just have been busy, but they were usually excellent about returning phone calls. Neither Laurie nor Alice had heard from them either, which was especially strange since Michelle had taken to calling twice a week since Alice had her problems with Jamie.
Alice was getting ready for what might be the most difficult trip of her life. She was going home to a very devout family, where she intended to inform them of her sexual identity. She was scared, and both her friends had suggested she call first so she didn’t get stuck in hostile territory. But Alice insisted on doing it in person. Laurie was flying to Washington, D. C. to visit her folks. She wanted to spend Christmas with Heather down at the ranch, so she needed to use Thanksgiving as her familial holiday. All three girls had been working their asses off to make sure they could take off a couple of extra days, getting homework done and arranging to take tests early.
It was an overcast Wednesday afternoon when Heather got a call from Freddie. The entire day had held an intangible ominous threat, almost as if setting the stage for that phone call. Freddie was distraught. She explained why they had been out of touch for the past few weeks. The world grew quiet for a while, and Heather could have sworn that her heart was beating loudly enough to be heard outside her chest. She made arrangements for her trip, said a soft goodbye to her friend and one-time lover, then hung up the phone. Her hand was shaking when she picked it up again to call Laurie. Her lover was concerned when she heard Heather’s voice, and promised to head right over. The dark-haired girl insisted on waiting until Alice got out of class before breaking the news.
Once they were all in the room, Heather was ready to start. Her friends looked nervous. They had seen Heather sad and angry, but now she looked scared.
“I got a call from Freddie,” she began.
“What’s wrong?” asked Alice after a brief pause. She knew something bad was going on.
“It’s . . . it’s Jane. It seems that her headaches might not just have been migraines. She has a brain tumor.”
The air in the room seemed to have become brittle, and none of the girls wanted to speak or move out of fear of shattering it. Jane was still in the prime of her life, but her spirit seemed ancient in many ways. Alice, in one of her more poetic moments, had compared the woman to a tree. She provided safety and comfort to those who rested beneath her. She provided a sense of eternity to the world around her. And she showed that some beauty defied age. Finally, Heather had to break the silence.
“Apparently, Jane has been having problems for a bit. She starting getting dizzy periodically and had problems with balance and double-vision. She’s going in for surgery next week. And yes, she apparently looked at all the options. All the doctors told her that the best course of action was to have it removed. They call it a ‘benign tumor,’ which apparently means it isn’t dug into her brain too deeply.”
“Oh my God,” said Laurie. Her friends shared the blonde girl’s concern. Jane had a passion for learning that none of them had ever seen before. For something to endanger her brain was to attack the woman’s very identity.
“The doctors said that barring the unexpected, there should be no loss of cognitive function. They say this type of operation is much less dangerous than a lot of people think, and that a lot of the risks are the same as in other surgeries. They think that if she gets it done now that she’ll live a long and healthy life, but she will have to take some medications to keep the tumor from growing back.”