The girls find themselves enduring new experiences.
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Walking into the dorm room that Alice and Heather shared, you might be inclined to think that a war had occurred. There were piles of paper scattered everywhere. Dirty laundry was scattered across the floor. Alice was lying face first on her bed with one arm and one leg hanging off the side. Heather was sitting at the computer desk with her head resting on a textbook. One hand clung tenaciously to her favorite coffee mug. They had been awake almost constantly for seventy-two hours. They had just endured one of the most physically and mentally taxing rights of passage a young person could participate in: final-exam week. Alice normally didn’t let the room get nearly as cluttered as it was. The general state of upheaval was a testament to how tired the neat freak really was. Heather heard mumbling coming from the direction of Alice’s bed.
“What?”
Alice turned her head. “I said, ‘My brain hurts!’ I never want to think again.” Then she turned her face back into her pillow.
“You’re lucky,” muttered Heather. “Your pain is over.”
Her friend looked up from the bed again, grinning. “I really think you’re over-reacting. It’s not going to be nearly as painful as you think.”
“Easy for you to say.”
Just then, Laurie came striding in the door, full of blonde, vivacious energy. ‘It’s not fair. I’m completely wiped, and she looks like she could run a marathon,’ thought Heather.
Laurie went over and pulled Heather’s head off the desk, giving her girlfriend a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek. “C’mon birthday girl. Time to go shopping!”
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Later that afternoon . . .
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Heather’s legs were screaming in agony. She had been physically exhausted before they had ever gotten to the mall, and then she had been kept on her feet for several more hours. She had finally gotten it into Laurie’s pretty blonde head that she needed to rest. Heather was amazed at the amount of energy her girlfriend seemed to possess. It was almost unnerving. Luckily, the ordeal was mostly over.
As Heather’s twentieth birthday had approached, which happened to coincide with the last day of finals, the dark-haired siren had been forced to reign in her lover’s spending habits. Laurie had no qualms whatsoever on spending a tremendous amount of her father’s money on gifts for Heather, but Heather didn’t feel right about that. So they had compromised. Laurie had insisted on taking Heather shopping for some new clothes, since most of her old ones were falling apart. It seemed to mean so much to the blonde girl that Heather had just given up trying to talk her out of it. She found herself wishing she had tried harder. Her feet were aching and her legs were tired. They were sitting on one of the benches outside the seasonal leather-goods store where Laurie was doing a mental inventory of what they still had to do and Heather was just wishing she could take a nap.
Despite her protestations, Heather was having a good time. Laurie’s general enthusiasm was just a little hard to resist. And almost getting into a fight with that salesman who had been hitting on Laurie had been fun. She hadn’t been in a good scuffle in a while, but Laurie had ushered her girlfriend out of the store before things got out of hand. So far, they had picked up a couple new pairs of jeans that fit Heather a little more snugly and hung a little lower on the hips than Heather was used to. But the almost hungry look on Laurie’s face when the dark-haired girl had been trying them on encouraged her to go ahead and get them. She had also picked up a few pairs of some very soft, roomy pants that also hung a bit low on the hips. Heather was convinced that Laurie’s obsession for hip-hugging pants was directly correlated with the blonde girl’s desire for Heather to wear thongs. Every pair of pants they had picked up would allow for the sides of Heather’s underwear to show above the belt-line. They had picked up Heather a new pair of tennis shoes and a couple of shirts. Heather had been ecstatic that there was a place that sold vintage rock t-shirts, so she had picked up a ‘Ramones’ and a ‘Black Sabbath’ shirt. Laurie had insisted she get at least one nice dress-shirt, so they had grabbed her a black silk, off-the-shoulder blouse that Heather vowed she wouldn’t wear unless absolutely necessary. Laurie had kissed her on the cheek, said “Yes dear” and bought two more of those shirts anyway.
So they sat there, with Heather resting and Laurie contemplating her next move. The blonde girl noticed her lover casually eyeing a leather jacket with a soft, velvet lining. Laurie grabbed some bags in one hand and her girlfriend’s arm in the other and dragged Laurie into the store. Heather tried to resist. She tried to put a stop to everything. Then Laurie used the pout attack, and Heather agreed to at least try on the jacket. Laurie knew from Heather’s expression that the jacket was going home with them. The leather was incredibly soft, and the jacket went down just past Heather’s ass while tying off in the middle. It looked perfect on her, clinging to her body like a glove. Laurie just told the saleslady to ring the jacket up, because Heather would be wearing it out.
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That evening . . .
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Alice and Heather were sitting in their dorm room Laurie had gone back to her sorority house to “get dressed for an intimate dinner.” Heather smiled as her girlfriend shuffled out the door. She had turned and looked at Alice.
“Let me guess. Surprise party?”
Alice tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth started to turn up. “C’mon,” she said at last with a little laugh, “at least pretend to be surprised. She’s been working so hard on this.”
Heather could only smile. Ever since Heather had finally opened her eyes and seen how Laurie felt about the dark-haired girl, she had become increasingly good at reading her lover’s mind. But a complete stranger could have seen through Laurie’s facade. The blonde girl had asked repeatedly for Heather not to make any plans for dinner before haphazardly suggesting a dinner for two at some incredibly ritzy sounding place that she had to know Heather wouldn’t like. Then there were all the phone-calls Heather walked in on that were cut short or awkwardly steered in new directions. Laurie had done everything short of vehemently DENYING that there was going to be surprise party to tip her hand.
Alice stood up and gave her friend a hug. Then she reached under her pillow and grabbed a small, nicely wrapped packaged.
“You didn’t need to . . .” Heather started.
“Don’t worry. It didn’t cost much, and I thought it might help you maintain your sanity a bit while Laurie’s in her makeover mode.”
Heather opened it. Alice had picked up a new barbell for her tongue piercing and a light, silvery chain to go from her nose piercing to her ear piercing. “Sweet,” Heather said, hugged Alice back.
“You’d better get ready. Admittedly it takes her twice as long to get ready as it does you, but she’d probably appreciate it if you weren’t throwing stuff on at the last minute.
Heather got dressed. Black thong, skintight hip-hugging blue-jeans and one of those black blouses tied off at the midsection. She put her hair back in a ponytail and put on black lipstick and eyeliner. Add a buffed-up pair of black tanker boots and the gifts she had gotten from Alice and she was set to go.
Alice actually found herself holding her breath. She had always thought Heather’s defiant look was a little sexy. Now, caught somewhere between her own rebellious nature and Laurie’s attempts at makeover, Heather had turned into a major babe that could still kick some ass. So sexy . . . ‘Oh shit,’ Alice thought to herself. ‘What the hell am I thinking? This is Heather we’re talking about!’ She felt her skin flush.
“You feelin’ okay?” asked Heather.
“Yeah. I better get changed. I have to be SOMEWHERE shortly after Laurie comes to pick you up,” Alice responded, regaining some of her composure. She grabbed a set of clean clothes and popped into the bathroom. Normally the two girls just changed in the main room, but Alice suddenly needed some space. Once the door was closed, she put her hands on either side of the sink before looking in the mirror. “What the hell was that about?” she asked of herself.
By the time she had changed and went back into the main area, she had herself under control again. She still acknowledged that Heather was sexy, but that momentary blast of lust had passed.
“Lookin’ good,” said Heather with a smile, making Alice blush. She was wearing another one of her cotton sundresses, though this one was a little shorter than the rest, and had a cute little purple flower pattern. Along with white sneakers and a flower in her hair, the girl who was normally a wallflower was actually looking kind of peppy.