Heather reached down and grabbed one of Laurie’s hands, drawing the girl up until they were face to face again.
“But I wanted to . . .” Laurie started. She had wanted to even the score in regards to orgasms, but Heather was interfering again.
“It’s okay,” Heather said softly. “This,” she added with a very long, lingering kiss, “is all I want right now.” Laurie blushed and nuzzled her head against the side of Heather’s. “I love you,” came the whisper from Heather’s lips, penetrating Laurie’s ear and rippling through the blonde girl’s body with more power than anything else ever could.
“Love ya too,” Laurie said contentedly.
The three women on the other bed were watching the two girls. There was some heavy petting and nibbling, but Jenny was content to leave it at that. That had been the type of experience she had wanted, and now she needed time to figure out what she wanted next. She reached over and grabbed the video camera, blew a kiss towards the lens and said, “Hope you enjoyed the show.” Then she smiled and turned the camera off.
“Why don’t you take that with you, as long you promise to bring it to the contest. See what your man thinks of your ‘debut?’ Instructions for hooking it up to a VCR are in the bag,” said Freddie warmly.
Jenny hugged both the women in the bed. She, Laurie and Heather all did quick clean-ups, then Heather drove Jenny home. Mike was waiting outside her apartment with a massive grin on his face and an equally massive tent in his pants. Laurie gave Jenny a kiss on the cheek, while Heather wished her luck. Jenny grinned, got out of the car and went to giver her boyfriend a hug.
Laurie turned to Heather. “Want to bet that she isn’t going to be getting any sleep anytime soon?”
“Not likely,” the dark-haired girl replied. “And if you play your cards right, neither will you.”
Laurie grabbed Heather’s hand in her own and placed it on one of Laurie’s breasts. “Does that count as ‘playing my cards right,’ or will I have to do something more drastic?”
“That’ll do sweetie,” said Heather. “That’ll do.”
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The next day, at Liz’s apartment . . .
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Alice awoke far later the next day than she had planned. When Liz had finally come to bed the previous evening, Alice had woken up and the two had talked for a while. It felt good to be held in the taller girl’s arms, and she was encouraged by the conversation Liz and Michelle had had. When Alice finally stumbled out of bed with her brown hair mussed and her body clad in a terrycloth robe, she found Michelle had already arrived that day, and she and Liz were have a very friendly conversation.
“Mornin’,” Alice mumbled happily, pleased to see the two women apparently getting along.
“Morning,” returned Liz, standing to hug her girlfriend. Michelle also got a hug, but Alice had to wander over to do so. Apparently the muscular cowgirl didn’t want to seem like she was competing anymore.
“Damn, you look you’re still half-asleep,” Michelle exclaimed.
Alice raised one finger, tempted to point out that she had been fucked like nobody’s business the night before, but decided she didn’t really want to argue. “You’re here awfully early,” she mumbled as she headed to the kitchen. She suddenly understood Heather’s obsession with coffee as she downed a cup that Liz had started brewing and it instantly made her feel a little more awake.
“Yeah,” said Michelle. “I figured there were a few things I was a little concerned about that I wanted cleared up, but nothin’ too scary. And then we started talkin’ football for next season and that’s when you woke up.”
“Then maybe I should go back to bed,” Alice said, flopping unceremoniously onto the couch. Alice wasn’t a big football fan.
“I can’t believe you’re a Texas native but don’t like football,” Michelle said.
“Hey, at least I’ve got her interested in hockey,” Liz said. “That’s a start.” Then she turned to Alice. “And you can’t go back to sleep. You need to get cleaned up so we can get you back over to the dorm to grab your stuff.”
“Oh poop!” said Alice. It was moving-out day at the dorms, and she still had to throw her small amount of stuff in boxes. She was going to be staying with Liz until they headed down to the ranch, while Heather was going to be staying with Laurie.
“And don’t forget that your dad’s gonna be here come two o’clock,” reminded Michelle.
Alice rushed towards the bedroom, grabbed a clean set of clothes and then rushed into the bathroom. She cleaned up as quickly as she could, got dressed and rushed out into the living room, where Liz and Michelle were discussing which video game system Liz should buy.
“So,” started a much more awake Alice, “are you two going to behave yourselves today? Especially you,” she said to Liz, who looked somewhat wounded. “C’mon, you’re meeting my dad. Promise me . . .”
“I promise,” said Liz chortling. “Don’t worry hon,” she said a little more seriously. “Your father has been really cool about everything so far, right? Then things will be okay. We’ll just have to cut back on the spanking while he’s visiting and . . .”
“No spanking in front of my father!” Alice shouted with her eyes wide before she realized that Liz had been pulling her chain. “Ooh . . . you . . .” Alice stormed off to get her keys while Michelle and Liz had a good-natured laugh at her expense.
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The next day, in the Battle of the Band’s “On Deck” area . . .
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The five members of Lost in Texas were more than a little nervous. Their spot in the contest was just a few minutes away. None of them were sure whether to laugh, smile or break out in hives. Their entire extended, fairly odd group of family and friends were waiting out on the grass of the outdoor show along with a thousand or so other people waiting for them. Each girl was lost in her own thoughts.
Mary was thinking about Todd, one of the guys she had taken home the other night. ‘That boy could go all night like a lumberjack,’ she was thinking, ‘and I could wash my laundry on his abs. I wonder if he’s free tonight?’
Jenny was thinking about Mike and the incredible sex they had yesterday. When he had got home two nights ago, they had gone straight to sleep. But when he saw the video of Jenny’s adventure the next day, they had engaged in the type of fucking that led to broken furniture. She was feeling more energized than she could ever remember. She was almost giddy. She was about to go out on stage with HER band after having great sex with HER boyfriend the day after having HER first wild, lesbian encounter. She was having the adventures she had dreamed about as a kid, and she was hoping it would never end.
Alice was pleased as punch. Yesterday had gone better than she could have hoped. Her father was either hiding his apprehension at his daughter’s sexual orientation, or he was actually getting over it. She liked to think it was the latter. Either way, he actually seemed to like Liz, or at least as much as any father could like someone dating his daughter. And her father, being a native Texan, had been having a great time talking with Michelle. Her father was having fun with Alice’s first lover (a fact which she was sure he was unaware of) and seemed to tentatively approve of her girlfriend. Things were good.
Laurie’s father had arrived the previous day, and she, he and Heather had all sat down for afternoon coffee. He had inquired about Heather’s hands, Heather had inquired about his bid to be the leader of his party in the Senate and Laurie had asked about how Amelia was doing. She was distressed when she found out that her father was planning on letting her go, but had to acknowledge that he no longer had use for her services as Laurie’s sister Emily was too old for a nanny. But he promised to make sure that Amelia had gainful employment in a respectable household before releasing her, and the aging woman planned on keeping in touch with Laurie in the years to come. But mostly, Laurie was thinking about Heather.
Heather’s mind was almost frighteningly clear. She had expected to be terrified. She had expected to be fidgeting. But she wasn’t. She was sitting on one of the equipment boxes, her knees hanging off the edge and humming to herself. She was wearing that same blue dress, albeit altered, that she had worn over five years earlier. It was a little shorter on her than Mr. Price had probably originally envisioned, but she had grown up a bit. It was funny to Heather. She hadn’t worn ANY dress since that night, but she was fine. She had a pair of jeans and a shirt to change into right after the show. She thought briefly of Mr. Price, her mentor and friend, sitting out on the grass, waiting for the debut that had been delayed for half a decade. Her mind drifted to thoughts of Michelle, Freddie and Jane. Michelle was a friend. Freddie had helped her remember what having fun was like, and Jane had helped deliver Laurie into Heather’s arms. And then Heather thought of Laurie, and she smiled. She hopped off her box and strode over to the blonde bombshell.