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F2: Be Awesome

By: patientlee



FAWC 2: Be Awesome

(Author's note: This story is a submission to the second Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story is kept anonymous, but will be revealed on August 16th, 2013, in the comments section following this story. Each story in this challenge is centered around a random determination of four "mystery ingredients." There are no prizes given in this challenge; this is simply a friendly competition.)

(The mystery ingredients for this story were humility, sport, affectation, and vehicle.)

* * * *

State Champions

Pam held Jeanne's face with both hands, and looked into her eyes. "One period to go. Hold them off, and the shut-out is yours."

Jeanne nodded nervously. "I know. God, I hope I don't blow it."

"You won't blow it. You're awesome. You are the reason this team is in the state finals," Pam said sincerely.

"That's not true," Jeanne started, before Pam cut her off.

"Be confident and be awesome," she said. "That's all you have to do."

The buzzer sounded, and Pam resisted the urge to kiss her before handing Jeanne her helmet. They had been together romantically since the summer, but they kept their relationship secret from everyone. There were rumors, of course, that the team's captain and goalie were more than just BFFs, but they had managed to keep it discreet and to keep everyone wondering.

Jeanne skated back and took her place in the crease. The puck dropped, and the rest was history.

* * * * 

"Ladies and gentlemen, your State Champions, the Melrose Lady Knights!"

The roar of the crowd was deafening. It had been fifteen years since any Melrose team had won a state championship, and the town had pulled out all the stops for their celebratory parade. Fire engines screamed, friends and neighbors cheered, and the band played. Most of the players rode in the back of pick-up trucks to wave to the crowd, but Jeanne's shut-out earned her the spot of honor- riding next to the driver on the rink's Zamboni. Unaccustomed to so much attention, Jeanne twirled a lock of her chin-length brown hair around her finger. She tried to relax and smile, but she was used to letting the team captains take the glory while she stood in the background. 

The coaches and captains walked along side of the Zamboni. Pam stuck close to Jeanne for moral support.

"You're doing great, Jeannie. They love you!" she yelled up to her. "Smile! Be confident! You're awesome!"

She tried to smile as her eyes darted around the crowd. She saw signs everywhere she looked. Many of them had just her name in bold letters- Jeannie! Others displayed the final score- 1-0 or simply announced Shut Out! She waved timidly with one hand and twirled that tangled lock of hair with the other, feeling that she didn't really deserve all this attention. 

Finally she saw her parents. She saw the TV camera and the perky blonde holding a microphone in her mother's face, and couldn't wait until this ordeal was over, and she could go back to fading into the wallpaper. 

Pam looked up at her again. "It's almost over, Sweetie."

* * * * 

The pizza party following the parade was finally drawing to a close and most of the players and their parents were getting their coats and saying their goodbyes. The coach thanked Pam's parents for hosting the party, and stammered his excuses for not having it at his own house.

Jeanne caught her parents as they were getting ready to leave. "I'm spending the night here, ok?" she asked. 

"Of course. Just don't call me in an hour to pick you up, like you did that time when you slept over Jenny's house," she teased.

"I think I'll be ok," she laughed.

Jeanne was eighteen years old, but she wasn't about to tell her parents that she was having a sexual relationship, never mind a lesbian relationship. 

"Fine, honey," her mother said. "We're so proud of you. Have fun."

"I will," Jeanne answered, relieved that she wouldn't have to explain any further. "I'll call you in the morning," she added.

The rest of the guests filtered out, leaving Jeanne, Pam, and her parents to tackle the mess. Twenty minutes later, the girls headed up the stairs to Pam's room.

* * * * 

"Thank God that is over," Jeanne said, as she collapsed on Pam's queen-sized bed. "That was exhausting."

"You're not too exhausted for some fun, are you?" Pam asked.

Jeanne answered by wrapping her arms around Pam and kissing her. Pam went to her door to check the lock, and then took off her clothes on the way to her bed. It made her feel even naughtier knowing that her parents were in the house and still awake. They just had to hope that they didn't decide to pop in. Both girls were eighteen, but, like Jeanne, Pam wasn't ready to tell her parents that she was a lesbian.

"Pull down your pants!" she whispered harshly to Jeanne.

Pam couldn't wait until Jeanne was naked too. She took her hand and put it into the front of Jeanne's panties. Her fingers found her clit, and she stood there for several minutes, rubbing in circles. Jeanne stifled a moan. Pam took this as her opportunity to pull her panties down too.

"Take off your shirt and your bra," Pam instructed further. "I want to play with your tits while I finger you." 

Jeanne complied, leaving them in a heap on the floor.

"You are fucking adorable with your pants down around your ankles," Pam told Jeanne. "Can you spread your legs?"

Jeanne moved them apart as wide as she could, and leaned over Pam's bed with her naked behind sticking towards Pam. Pam walked up behind and poked her finger right into her pussy. 

"Ooh," Jeanne said softly, and she reached down to rub her own clit while Pam fingered her.

After a moment, Jeanne kicked off her pants and both girls climbed onto the bed. They settled in side-by-side on their backs, and each put her hand into the other's cunt. Mutual masturbation was one of their favorite sexual activities, and they whispered to each other as they rubbed their clits.

Pam said, "I wish we were all alone. I'd like to be able to make some noise."

"I know," Jeanne agreed. "One of these days, we have to get our hands on a vibrator."

"Our hands? Or our pussies?" Pam teased. "Maybe once we leave for college. It's not like I could have something like that shipped here."

"Yeah," Jeanne giggled. "Your family would probably wonder what the buzzing was all about. Oooh. Right there. That feels so good."

They continued rubbing and giggling until Pam said, "I can't wait any more. Climb up here and sixty-nine me."

Jeanne scooted up and straddled Pam's head, carefully placing her clit carefully on the tip of Pam's waiting tongue. She sat on her face and allowed Pam to lick her for a moment until Pam pushed her on the back and said, "Lick me, you bitch!"

Jeanne giggled and dipped her head between Pam's legs. She flicked her tongue up and down Pam's slit, along the sides of her clitoris, just the way Pam liked it. Jeanne began bucking her hips over Pam's face as her orgasm built. Pam was extremely skilled at pussy-licking from this angle, and when Pam stuck two fingers into Jeanne's pussy and sucked gently at her clit, it was more than Jeanne could take. 

"You're making me cum," she murmured into Pam's pussy. "Oh, god. I'm right there."

Pam's other hand reached under and tweaked Jeanne's nipple hard, and that pushed Jeanne right to the edge. 

Jeanne pushed her pussy hard against Pam's mouth, and tried not to cry out. She was breathing hard, and her heart was pumping fast. She was keenly aware of the wetness dripping onto Pam's face. When she finally came down from her orgasm, Pam gave her a push. "Get off me. I can't breathe," she commanded quietly. "Now finish me off."

With slick fingers and tongue, it took only minutes for Jeanne to finish the job. She quickly found Pam's G-spot, and massaged it while she renewed her attack on her clit. 

Pam's feet were flexing back and forth, and her body was beginning to thrash around on the bed. Jeanne saw the pink flush spreading across Pam's chest, and she knew she was close.

Pam sucked in a deep breath and her best to stifle her cries as she came. She held onto Jeanne's head, and Jeanne licked softer and softer until Pam's body relaxed. She kissed her pussy softly, and then returned to lie next to her on the bed. 

They kissed each other softly and sweetly until they fell asleep.

* * * *

Jeanne could swear that she blinked once, and the summer was over. 

Pam and she sat together in the bleachers watching the Zamboni clean the ice after public skating, their last date before going their separate ways. Pam was headed to California to study geology. Jeanne's full-ride hockey scholarship was taking her to Eastern Vermont University, a powerhouse in women's hockey. She hadn't yet selected a major. 

Pam said, "I can't believe this is it. All these years of practices and games and drills. I can't believe it's over."

"Me either," she replied. "I keep feeling like this is a dream or a mistake. I keep expecting a call to tell me that EVU sent me the wrong letter- that I was supposed to get the one that said that they found a better goalie somewhere else."

"Well," Pam said with a teasing smile, "It's not like they're going to make a freshman their starter or anything. You'll be warming the bench this year, I'm sure." She winked to make sure Jeanne knew she was kidding.

Jeanne just sat quietly, twirling that lock of hair between two fingers. Tears were threatening to spill onto her cheeks. Her lips trembled, and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep it in check much longer. "I love you," she said quietly.

"I love you, too," Pam replied. "I will miss you every minute."

The first tear dropped onto Jeanne's cheek, and she twirled her hair even more furiously. "No you won't. You'll meet some amazing girl in California, and never think of me again." She tried to sound like she was teasing, but both girls knew at she wasn't.

"No, Sweetie," Pam reassured. "You're awesome. Why don't you know that?" She shook her head, took Jeanne's hand out of her hair and stroked it gently. She looked at her earnestly. 

Jeanne's tears flowed steadily now. "I'll just miss you," she said quietly.

Pam leaned closer, and kissed Jeanne softly on the mouth- once, twice, three times. She placed her hand on the back of Jeanne's head, not caring who saw them this time. Jeanne's tongue slid between Pam's lips to meet her tongue. The kiss seemed to last forever and to end too quickly, all at the same time. 

The lights in the rink went out, and they knew it was time to go.

* * * *

Eastern Vermont University 

Jeanne sat on her bed in her dorm room, twisting her hair and feeling a little lost. Her roommate had not arrived yet, and she had already unpacked most of her things. She still hadn't given much thought to how she would decorate the blank wall on her side of the room. She hadn't imagined that the walls of the room would be so bland—off-white with dabs of cover-up paint where tape and thumbtacks had damaged the walls. The only photos she had brought were her team photo and a snapshot of Jeanne riding the Zamboni in the parade. The photographer happened to catch Pam in the photo as well.

Jeanne wanted to call Pam, but she figured that Pam would be like the girls in her own dorm, hooting and hollering and making new friends. Jeanne knew that Pam wouldn't be sitting in her room pining away like Jeanne was. Pam was the outgoing, confident social butterfly. Jeanne was the introverted, self-doubting wall flower. She had depended on Pam to provide a social life for her, and now she was alone.

Finally, a head popped into the room. "Hi. I'm Terry," she said perkily. "I'm your new roommate!"

* * * *

Once Terry's last box had been moved into their room, and her parents had kissed her goodbye one last time, Jeanne began to help Terry unpack. Jeanne was surprised to see that Terry had packed an entire box of pictures and posters.

"Wow," Jeanne said. "You really gave a lot of thought to decorating the walls."

"Yeah, well, I love color, and I just can't stand these disgusting walls," Terry replied.

"If you run out of room, you can feel free to decorate over here too," Jeanne added. "I didn't bring much."

Terry saw Jeanne's team picture taped next to her bed.

"You play hockey?" she asked. 

"Yeah. I'm a goalie," Jeanne replied.

"Are you any good?"

"I'm ok, I guess," Jeanne said humbly.

"Well, are you playing here? For the university?" Terry pressed.

"I'm just the back-up goalie," she said. "The starter is a senior. She's amazing."

"You must be better than 'ok' if you made the team here," Terry pointed out. "This place lives and breathes hockey, especially women's."

Jeanne just twirled her hair in silence. Terry spied the second photo. 

"Is that a Zamboni you're on? Isn't that pavement?"

"Yeah. It was our parade for being State Champs," Jeanne explained.

"State Champs? You must be awesome!" Terry exclaimed.

Jeanne shrugged and twirled her hair.

* * * *

Jeanne sat on the bench, helmet and gloves beside her. She yanked on her hair, but only a little bit. She felt more comfortable on the ice than anywhere else, and she silently wished that the Zamboni would go faster so that she could get out there.

She was the first one on the ice when the Zamboni bay doors closed. She skated around the ice a few times to warm up before stretching her legs in her awkward, oversized goalie pads.

She sat on the ice with her padded legs spread wide, and pressed her chest to the ice. Her head was down, so she was surprised when she was sprayed in the face with a light shower of snow.

Jeanne looked out and saw the flat blades of goalie skates poking out from thick goalie pads. Jeanne got to her feet, but still had to look up to see the face behind the cage.

"I'm Kristy," she said, without the formality of saying hello. "You may have been a superstar at whatever tiny high school you came from, but here, you're just my back-up."

"I wasn't a superstar. I mean..." Jeanne started, looking down at her skates. 

"Can it, Back-Up," Kristy said harshly. "Don't pretend to be modest. We all know you're a reigning high school champion."

Jeanne didn't know what to say. She was grateful for the coach's whistle to begin the practice.

* * * *

When practice ended, Jeanne and Kristy were the last to leave the locker room. Jeanne was just about to leave when Kristy put herself right in front of Jeanne. She towered over the new girl, and Jeanne was intimidated. She began tugging the lock of hair that gave away her lack of self-confidence.

Kristy took another step closer to Jeanne, going beyond the normal boundaries of personal space. Jeanne stared at the floor, but Kristy grabbed her chin and pushed Jeanne's head back. Kristy bent her head and kissed Jeanne hard on the mouth. Jeanne tried to pull away, but Kristy held fast to the back of her neck with her other hand.

Kristy's tongue poked fiercely at Jeanne's lips for a moment before Jeanne finally yielded. She relaxed in Kristy's embrace and met Kristy's tongue with her own. 

As they kissed, Jeanne's emotions whirled in her head like the teacups ride at an amusement park. She felt the pleasure of a warm mouth on hers, causing the heat to rise between her legs. She felt the guilt of being unfaithful to Pam, even though she knew in her heart that their relationship was not likely to continue. 

Above all, she felt comfort and relief in the sense of being possessed by someone. She knew from that one kiss that she would submit to Kristy if given the chance.

Kristy finally broke their kiss and said, "C'mon, Back-Up. The Zamboni guy is locking up."

* * * *

Jeanne didn't think that Pam would answer. She was about to give up when a perky female voice chirped, "Pam's phone!"

"Um, is Pam there?" Jeanne asked. She was sitting near her mirror, watching her fingers as she twirled her hair. She noticed that her hand looked like a shadow puppet while she twirled. She waited a moment while Pam came to the phone.

"Jeannie? Is that you?" Pam said breathlessly. She sounded happy to hear from her. It had been almost a week since they had talked, but even then, it was a short call.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you back last week. Things have been crazy here," Pam started.

Jeanne interrupted her. "Pam, can we just talk?" she asked. "Are you by yourself?"

"Here," Pam said. "I'm walking to my room right now. How are you Sweetie? How's hockey?"

"Good," Jeanne replied. "I haven't gotten to play in a game yet though because Kristy is so good." She sighed and went on, "I'm lonely. I miss you."

"I miss you too," Pam replied. "How's school going?"

"Ok, I guess. Classes are ok," Jeanne said. "How about you?"

Pam prattled on about classes, the dorm, her new friends, California, and anything else that came to mind. Fifteen minutes later, she finally took a breath.

"Are you alone?" she asked Jeanne.

"Yes. My roommate, Terry, is home for the weekend," Jeanne replied.

"Lock your door," Pam commanded.

"Ok." Jeanne twirled her hair into a fast knot on her way to the door.

"I'm taking my clothes off. Your take off yours too," Pam said. Jeanne complied silently.

Both girls, young women now, sat in their dorm rooms a million miles apart, completely naked.

"Now what?" Jeanne asked.

"Run your fingertips along your neck," said Pam softly. "Pretend that it's my lips nibbling your neck."

"Are you doing it too?" Jeanne asked, feeling a pang in her stomach. 

"Mmm... Now my hand is cupping my breast," Pam said. "Do that too."

There was a long moment of silence, interrupted by an occasional sigh.

"Oh, Pam," Jeanne whimpered. "I miss you. This is harder than I thought it would be." She could feel the heat building between her legs, and she moved her hand down her stomach, toward her pussy.

"I'm touching my pussy, Pam. Touch yours too," Jeanne said softly.

"I'm already there," she purred. "I'm so turned on. Rub your clit."

Both women sat without talking, rubbing their pussies, and moaning a little. The sudden knock on Pam's door startled Jeanne through the phone as much as it did Pam. 

"Crap," Pam blurted. "I was getting close. Hang on a sec."

Jeanne could hear the rustling of Pam's clothes before she answered the door. She knew that no one would be stopping by to see her because she normally kept to herself, but she suddenly felt uncomfortably exposed. She grabbed her bathrobe from her closet and put it on.

When she put her ear back to the phone, she heard Pam's muffled voice saying, "I'm on the phone with someone from home. It's not that important. I'll only be a couple of minutes."

Fighting back the tears, Jeanne knew at once that it was over.

Pam came back to the phone, and said, "Where were we?"

"Pam," Jeanne said tearfully, "I don't think this is working."

"Oh. We can stop, if you don't like it," Pam said uncomprehendingly.

"No. That's not what I mean," Jeanne said sadly. "I mean us. This isn't working."

There was a long silence before either of them spoke again. 

"Are you breaking up with me?" Pam asked point-blank.

"I'm letting you go," Jeanne explained, trying not to sob. "You need to be free to live your California life with your California friends. We don't even know when we'll see each other again."

"Sweetie," Pam said. "We can try to make this work, unless... Unless you've met someone else?"

Jeanne could hear the hope in Pam's voice, as if she would feel better about breaking up if she knew that Jeanne had someone else.

Jeanne took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It was hard for her to imagine what someone else would see in her to even consider dating her. 

Then she remembered Kristy's kiss. Why had she kissed her like that? She came back into the moment, and said, "Yes. I've been seeing Kristy, the starting goalie. I'm so sorry."


F2: Be Awesome



"Oh, Sweetie," Pam gushed. "Don't be sorry. I knew you'd meet someone there who'd see how great you are!"

Jeanne sobbed silently as Pam prated on and on. Finally Pam ended the torture. She said, "I'm sorry, Jeannie. I have to go. I'm already late."

"I know," Jeanne said quietly. "Hey, call me sometime. You know, when you get a minute."

"I will," Pam replied. "Jeanne?"

"Yeah," she whispered.

"Be confident," Pam said. "You're awesome. Don't forget that."

"I'll try."

"And try to stop twirling your hair. It makes you look nervous," Pam added.

And just like that, their relationship was over.

Unfortunately, Jeanne was left feeling hot and bothered and unfulfilled. She took the picture of the Zamboni off her wall, and said a silent goodbye to her relationship with Pam. She turned the picture face-down on her counter and decided to finish herself off.

She removed her robe and looked at herself in the full-length mirror that Terry had put on the back of their door. She looked herself over from head to toe. She was athletic, there was no doubt about that, but she couldn't find a single feature that she thought was attractive.

Her tits were dreadfully small, making her look like a budding pre-teen. She didn't shave her pubic area completely, but she did keep it trimmed very short. This made her soft hair almost invisible, making her body look even more like a child's. Her hips were slim from hours of skating and exercise, so she truly had no curves to speak of. Who could be interested in her tiny, little-girl body?

Still, Kristy had kissed her. Why? Why did she do that?

Jeanne thought about the kiss. It was long and deep, and she could feel herself becoming aroused once again. She lay back on her bed and put her fingers between her legs, running them into the wetness of her pussy. Slowly she began to rub her clit. The Zamboni picture with Pam faded from her mind. She stopped wondering if she was good enough or pretty enough. With her hair-twirling fingers busy holding open her labia, exposing her clit, she didn't have to fight the urge to touch her hair. Her only thoughts were of Kristy and that kiss.

She imagined standing with Kristy in the locker room, both in their full goalie equipment. She smiled at the thought of taking it off each other, one piece at a time. It was an awkward procedure anyway, so the idea of undressing together was downright funny.

In her mind she saw this in fast-forward, like in a silent movie, with piano music for a soundtrack. She giggled a little, and then hit just the right spot with her finger. She moaned out loud.

Now she saw them standing completely naked, facing each other, Kristy towering over her. She imagined Kristy cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. She shuddered again and rubbed a little harder.

Jeanne wondered what Kristy's breasts looked like. She could tell that they were on the smallish side, but what color were her nipples? Were her areolae light or dark? Big or small? She wondered if Kristy shaved her pubic area, like Pam did, or if she preferred to leave it natural and bushy.

In Jeanne's vision, she and Kristy both reached out to touch the other's pussy. Their fingers probed between the folds of flesh to search out the clitoris.

This vision, along with the vigorous circles she was making around her own clitoris pushed Jeanne right to the brink of orgasm. Her head thrashed from side to side, her toes curled, and she lost control. She came hard and for a long time. She continued rubbing her clit as she squeezed her legs together, trying to pull every last tingle from the orgasm. She sighed deeply as it tapered off and wiped the sweat from her brow.

Just then, the phone rang. It was Kristy.

* * * *

Jeanne and Kristy had gone out together twice, so this was their third official date. Jeanne was nervous because it was still not well-known that she was gay, but Kristy was out and proud of it.

They were going to the men's hockey game, then to Kristy's apartment for dinner. Jeanne suspected that Kristy would be looking to have sex with her, and the mere thought of seeing Kristy naked made her twirl her hair into knots.

When they sat down in their seats, Jeanne looked around for familiar faces. Kristy put her around Jeanne's shoulders and pulled her close. She put her lips close to Jeanne's ear, and said, "Just relax. Nobody cares that you're a lesbian." She kissed Jeanne's ear softly.

The game was exciting, and when the men were playing, Jeanne gave no more thought to who might be watching. Kristy and Jeanne critiqued both goalies throughout, and it was nice to have common ground on which to base their budding relationship.

At the end of the game, Jeanne and Kristy sat watching the Zamboni clean the ice. Jeanne noticed that the driver looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place him. The men had won 3 to 1, and most of the fans had cleared out of the stands. 

Kristy leaned to Jeanne and kissed her gently. "Let's go eat," she said.

* * * *

After dinner Jeanne was in Kristy's apartment, sitting on her bed. Kristy plopped herself next to Jeanne, and gave her a big, open-mouth kiss. 

"Does everyone know that you're gay?" Jeanne asked when the kiss had ended.

"Yes," she said. "I've never hidden it, even in high school." 

Kristy paused a moment, "Does anyone know that you're gay?"

"Just Pam, my girlfriend in high school," Jeanne explained, twisting her hair and blushing. "How did you know that I am?"

Kristy smiled and said, "I didn't. I kissed you to piss you off. Then you kissed me back, and I knew I needed to do it again."

Kristy reached out and touched Jeanne's face. "Have you ever had sex with a guy?"

Jeanne's blush deepened to an impossible shade of red. "No," she whispered, her hair becoming knotted around her finger as she twirled it.

Kristy wrapped her arms around Jeanne and pulled her close to her chest. "You should try it once," she murmured into Jeanne's ear, "just so you know what it's like."'

"What is it like?" Jeanne asked quietly.

Kristy paused and gave a little laugh. "Messy," she answered. 

"Come here and kiss me."

Kristy pulled Jeanne to her feet while they kissed. 

"Unbutton your shirt," Kristy ordered. Jeanne did not stop to think before following her command.

"Now your pants. Take them off," she added. "Leave your panties on though.

Again Jeanne did what she was told without hesitation. 

Kristy looked over Jeanne's athletic body and white bra and underwear, and said, "We're going to have to do some lingerie shopping. I can't have you wearing granny panties and a Walmart bra."

"Uh, ok," Jeanne replied. "Why don't I just take them off?"

Kristy paused before speaking again. "Do you trust me, Jeanne?" Kristy asked.

"I... I guess so," Jeanne replied. "Why?"

"Close your eyes," Kristy commanded.

Jeanne closed her eyes, but her hand went right to her hair.

"Hands at your sides," Kristy barked. 

Jeanne felt something soft on her face, but immediately blushed when she realized that Kristy was blindfolding her. 

"Kristy?" Jeanne said, alarmed.

"Shh... You look cute in your undies and my blindfold," Kristy purred. "How do you feel?"

"I don't know. Embarrassed, I guess," Jeanne said softly. "Turned on."

"Stand still while I finish stripping you," Kristy said, unhooking Jeanne's bra and sliding the garment down her arms. 

Jeanne heard it hit the floor. She took a deep breath, and felt Kristy's hands slip under the waistband of her panties and push them down as well. She waited for Kristy's command before stepping out of them.

Kristy decided to take it one step further. She went to her dresser and got another scarf. She stood behind Jeanne, nuzzling her neck. She took Jeanne's hands in hers, and placed them behind her back. 

Jeanne voiced her apprehension. "What are you doing?"

"Relax, baby," she said. "I want to try something. Just trust me." She proceeded to wrap the scarf around Jeanne's wrists, binding them.

Kristy took a moment to appreciate Jeanne's nakedness and her willingness to submit to Kristy's commands, and then used her hands to explore Jeanne's skin. She ran her palms over Jeanne's small tits, giving each a squeeze. The firm pressure caused Jeanne to suck in a deep breath and moan quietly.

Kristy was pleased with her reaction, and tried again, this time squeezing even harder. Jeanne couldn't suppress her reaction.

"Oh, man," she moaned out loud.

Kristy's suspicions about Jeanne's submissive nature were confirmed with that moan, and she decided to go for it. She stuck her hand out and placed her fingers over Jeanne's clit. She rubbed hard, making Jeanne's knees buckle. Kristy steadied her, but continued rubbing. 

She took her other hand, and surprised Jeanne with a hard slap on the ass. Jeanne yelped at the unexpected pain on her backside. Kristy responded by leading Jeanne to the bed, and easing her down on her belly, her hands still awkwardly tied behind her back.

"What are you doing?" Jeanne asked for the second time.

"Stop talking," Kristy replied harshly. "I'm going to spank you."

"Spank me?" Jeanne started, but Kristy cut her off, and began peppering Jeanne's bottom with firm smacks. Jeanne's incoherent noises increased in volume and urgency as her buttocks turned pink and then red. 

Finally, Kristy stopped spanking her for a moment to let her recover and regain her senses. 

"Did you like that?" Kristy asked.

Jeanne panted for a moment without answering.

"I asked if you liked that," Kristy barked, grabbing Jeanne's hair and pulling her head back sharply.

"No. No, I didn't," Jeanne said breathlessly.

Kristy chuckled under her breath, released Jeanne's hair, and said, "I think you did."

Once again, Kristy took charge. She untied Jeanne's wrists, but instructed her to keep the blindfold in place. 

"Get up on your hands and knees," she demanded. "Spread your legs."

Jeanne complied, spreading her legs a bit, hoping that Kristy would not see the wetness that had accumulated there during her spanking. 

"Good girl," Kristy said in a low voice. "Look at your pussy. You are dripping wet. You are a little slut, I think. You liked that spanking, didn't you?"

"Y-yes. I liked it," Jeanne replied. She didn't want to admit it, even to herself, but she knew that this was what she was looking for. She needed someone to take charge of her and to tell her what to do. She was quite surprised how aroused she became when Kristy spanked her bottom, and, for the first time, she wondered what other painful pleasures might be in store for her.

"Let's see just how much," Kristy said, taking her hand, and running it under Jeanne's pussy. Jeanne was still on her hands and knees, and she leaned back to meet Kristy's hand. She extended her middle finger, and ran it from Jeanne's clit, to her opening, and then slid it in all the way. Meeting no resistance, she inserted two fingers on the next thrust. She allowed her other fingers to tease Jeanne's asshole as she finger-fucked her pussy.

Kristy turned her hand so that the pads of her fingers were against Jeanne's G-spot, and she began rubbing.

"Rub your clit, Jeanne. Help me get you off," Kristy commanded.

Jeanne began to rub her clit in time with Kristy's work on her G-spot. In her highly aroused state, she felt her orgasm building very quickly, and she felt herself losing control. 

"Oh, Kristy. Oh," was the best she could manage, although she wished she had the nerve to ask Kristy to spank her again. She moved her ass around a little, hoping Kristy would take the hint.

"What do you need, Sweetheart?" Kristy asked innocently. 

"Kristy, please," Jeanne panted.

"Please what? You're going to have to be more specific," Kristy replied, playing dumb.

"Spank me," Jeanne mumbled.

"Huh? What did you say?" Kristy teased.

"SPANK ME. HARD." Jeanne spat clearly.

"Oh! You liked that spanking so much, you want more?" Kristy asked.

"Please," Jeanne said softly.

Once again, Kristy landed smack after smack on Jeanne's buttocks. She could feel the wetness pouring out of Jeanne's pussy, and within a minute, Jeanne was cumming.

"FUCK ME!" Jeanne shouted. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming right NOW!"

Kristy's slaps to Jeanne's bottom eased up as Jeanne continued furiously rubbed her clit. Finally Jeanne relaxed and collapsed on Kristy's bed.

Kristy stroked her hair and removed the blindfold as Jeanne recovered. She placed soft kisses on her head and face, and cooed to her incomprehensively.

After a moment, Kristy regained her dominant role. She stood up and removed her own clothing, and then pulled Jeanne to her feet.

"Touch my tits," Kristy commanded. Jeanne ran her soft hands over Kristy's belly until they came to rest on her breasts. They were slightly larger than Jeanne's with large reddish areolae. Her nipples were also hard, and Jeanne leaned in to taste them. With Kristy's height, Jeanne didn't even have to bend to suck on her tits. As her lips and tongue flicked over Kristy's hard nipples, Kristy's hands ran over Jeanne's skin, stopping to rest on her ass. She nibbled on Jeanne's ear a little, and then whispered, "I want you to lick my pussy."

Kristy lay back on the bed, and spread her legs for Jeanne. "Did you do this to Pat too?" she asked.

"Pam. Her name was Pam," Jeanne explained. "Yes. I did."

"Willingly? Or did she make you?" Kristy asked.

"She didn't make me do anything," Jeanne said defensively. "I liked going down on her."

"Well, stop talking and start licking," Kristy said, as she pulled Jeanne's head between her legs. Jeanne stuck her tongue softly out of her mouth, and took a delicate taste. 

"Mmm..." she purred. "You taste good."

She licked through Kristy's slit a few times, and brought her open mouth to rest over Kristy's clit. She sucked gently, making Kristy moan sharply. She sucked again, and then returned to licking around her clit. 

Kristy looked down at Jeanne's face, buried in her pussy. When she pulled back a little, she could see Jeanne's soft tongue probing between her legs. She saw a drop of saliva drop from her tongue, and she felt its warmth when it landed on her clit and ran down her slit. 

Jeanne took her middle finger and slid it into Kristy's vagina, catching her off guard. She probed in and out a few times as she felt around for her G-spot. When she located her target, she pressed hard and rubbed fast. Kristy moaned even louder.

"Shit, Back-Up," she growled. "You're good at this."

Jeanne moved her tongue to the sides of Kristy's clit, testing to see which spots brought the greatest reaction. She experimented with wagging her tongue back and forth and up and down. She heard Kristy cry out loud when she licked in small circles all around her clit, and she knew that was the way to make her cum. She redoubled her efforts on Kristy's G-spot and continued circling her tongue furiously. 

"Oh, my, god. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum," Kristy mumbled, curling her toes and moving her head back and forth. Jeanne could tell she was right on the brink. Her movements were jerky and her skin was flushed when she suddenly grabbed Jeanne's head with both of her hands and held her mouth tightly against her pussy.

"Ungh. Oh, god. I'm cumming. I'm cumming on your face, Back-Up. Keep licking me, you bitch. Fuuuck!" she yelled loudly.

Finally she relaxed and released her grip on Jeanne's head. Jeanne withdrew her finger from her vagina and kissed softly all around her pussy. Kristy tugged on her arm and brought her up to lie next to her. She kissed her softly, and said, "I think I have to send Pat a thank-you card. She taught you well."

* * * *

Kristy stood in front of the net, crouched and ready to spring. The Eastern Vermont Lady Hawks were already down by four goals, and she was pissed.

"C'mon defense! Do your fucking job!" she yelled, just before the ref dropped the puck.

Before she could see what was happening, the puck shot out in front of her net, and the opposing center came out of nowhere. She picked up the puck and shot it before Kristy even knew she was there. Kristy heard the puck as it whizzed past her ear.

"FUCK!" she screamed for all to hear. 

She looked up at the scoreboard- 5 to 0 with fifty eight seconds left to go in the first period.

When the buzzer sounded, the team headed for the locker room. Kristy whacked the walls with her goalie stick and spewed profanity like vomit.

The coach intervened quickly. 

"Enough," she admonished. "Sit down and shut up."

"Jeanne. You're up," she directed. "Let's put an end to this train wreck."

Kristy's eyes narrowed to slits. She opened her mouth to protest, but the coach stopped her before she could say anything. "I said that's enough," she repeated.

Jeanne looked at the floor and twisted her hair so tightly around her finger that her fingertip started to turn purple. She didn't know which was more terrifying- having her skills tested for the first time or suffering Kristy's wrath after the game.

* * * *

The final score was still displayed on the scoreboard- 5 to 2. Jeanne had gotten the job done, even when the rest of the team struggled. She walked alone to the bleachers to watch the beginning of the next game. She was trying to give Kristy her space, knowing how angry she was and how rough she could be.

Just when she thought she was in the clear, and that she could return to her dorm without confrontation, Jeanne spotted Kristy coming her way. She tried to leave quickly, hoping that Kristy hadn't seen her, but she was too late. 

Instead of walking to the door, Jeanne slinked past the "Employees Only" sign into the entrance of the dimly-lit Zamboni bay, just hoping that Kristy didn't see her. She ducked behind the Zamboni and waited in the shadows.

"Jeanne!" Kristy called. "I saw you come in here. C'mon out, and I'll walk you home."

Jeanne ducked farther behind the ice cleaner, making a small splash as she stepped into a puddle of melting slush. She knew she'd have to face Kristy sooner or later, but she was hoping that Kristy would have time to calm down before that time.

Jeanne could see Kristy's feet in the light of the bay entrance, and she knew that Kristy would find her soon. She was a little afraid of what Kristy would do, especially since she had hidden from her.

Suddenly, Jeanne heard a deep, male voice say, "Can I help you?" 

She turned around quietly, but was surprised to find that the voice was not addressing her. She peeked around the end of the Zamboni and saw its driver talking to Kristy. 

"You can't be in here, you know," he said to Kristy.

Kristy started when she saw him emerge from the shadow. He was a head taller than Kristy, and she was almost six feet tall.

"Well, I just followed somebody back here, so you better find her too," Kristy spat. Her fists were clenching at her sides. She was pissed.

The Zamboni driver put his hands up in front of him to stop her. He said, "Well, you have to leave. I'll deal with your 'somebody' once I see you go out the door to the lobby." 

He picked up his cell phone to call the manager, but Kristy was already backing away.

"Alright. Fine. I'm going," she said, and she strode away, muttering under her breath.

The Zamboni driver stood at the entrance to the bay until he saw Kristy disappear into the lobby. He turned to look for the "mystery somebody" just as Jeanne poked her head out from behind the Zamboni.

"Hey," he said, looking her over. She looked familiar, but he couldn't place her. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah. She's a little intimidating," Jeanne said, picking up her twisted lock and twirling. "I wonder how long she'll take to cool down."

"Who the hell is she?" he asked.

"She's the starting goalie for the Hawks. I'm just her back-up," Jeanne explained, looking at the floor while she spoke.




F2: Be Awesome



"Ah, so you're the one," he nodded. "You were freaking amazing today. It was too bad the rest of your team didn't keep up. I'm Logan, by the way." He held out his hand to shake.

"I'm Jeanne," she replied, shaking back.

"That's it," he said. "You're Jeanne (he pronounced it the French way, like Jen with a 'zh' sound at the beginning) from French class. I sit behind you. I didn't realize that you played hockey."

"I do," she replied. "Not as well as Kristy, but I had a pretty good day today, I guess." 

"I love the team jacket," said Logan, as he touched the sleeve of her jacket. "How come you don't wear it to class?"

Jeanne blushed and looked at her feet. Her finger was practically stuck in her hair now. "I don't know," she said in a low voice. "I guess I don't want anyone thinking I'm some kind of wannabe. Today's the first time I actually got to play," she added.

"It looks great on you, and you played like a beast. You deserve to wear it," he told her.

Jeanne was grateful for the dim lighting when she blushed anew.

"C'mon," Logan said. "I'll drive you home."

* * * * 

Logan dropped her off at her dorm. Twenty minutes later, Jeanne was sitting on her bed studying for her history test and listening to music when Kristy pounded on her door. 

"Jeanne!" she yelled. "Let me in. We need to talk."

Jeanne opened the door reluctantly and let her in. Kristy stormed into the room with a backpack on her back and slammed the door behind her.

She stepped right to Jeanne, grabbed her hair, and pulled her head back. She leaned over her, as if she was going to kiss her, but instead she growled into her face, "Are you satisfied, Bitch?"

Jeanne didn't know what to say. She was afraid of Kristy and her temper. 

"Oh, Jeanne's the big hero," Kristy mocked. "Saved the day, and then ran off like a pussy afterward."

Jeanne trembled, and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Didn't mean to what? Show me up? Take the game away from me?" Kristy raged.

Despite her fear, Jeanne was surprised to realize that she was becoming aroused. A small sound escaped her lips, betraying her confusion.

Holding tight to Jeanne's hair, Kristy bent and kissed her hard. Her hand reached up under her shirt and roughly grabbed her tit. 

Jeanne cried, "Ow-ow!" and shuddered with desire. 

"You like that, Bitch?" Kristy spat. "Are you my little Bitch?"

"Y-yes," Jeanne whispered.

Kristy released her hair, and grabbed both tits. She squeezed hard and kissed Jeanne again.

She released Jeanne from her grip, and began stripping her. Before she knew it, Jeanne was completely naked. She began twirling her hair, but Kristy stopped her immediately.

"Stop twirling your fucking hair," she barked.

Jeanne blushed and looked down at the floor. She was still afraid of Kristy, but she felt compelled to comply with whatever Kristy asked of her.

"Turn around," Kristy barked, and then placed a blindfold around Jeanne's head. Jeanne was beginning to wonder if she would ever be allowed to look at Kristy when they had sex. Kristy laid her back on the bed.

"Do you have a vibrator, Jeanne?" Kristy asked.

Jeanne shook her head.

"Have you ever been penetrated? I mean, by something larger than a finger," Kristy asked.

Again, Jeanne shook her head. She heard Kristy rifling through her bag again and she placed something cold and heavy on Jeanne's stomach. She heard the unmistakable sound of Kristy's clothes coming off.

Jeanne shivered, partly from the cold item on her belly and partly from desire mixed with terror. She felt Kristy's hands pushing apart her thighs. She gave Jeanne's pussy five light slaps before taking the item off of her skin. "Open your mouth," she commanded.

"What are you doing?" Jeanne asked. The slaps to her pussy terrified her, both because it made her wonder what else Kristy would do to her and because she found it so arousing.

"Shut up," Kristy snarled. "This is a dildo. Open your mouth so you can lube it up good with your tongue."

Jeanne felt the silicone phallus slide along her tongue. It was bumpy in spots and cool, and she wondered what it looked like. Kristy pushed it in and out of her mouth, and it took Jeanne a moment to realize that she was being fucked in the mouth with a fake penis. Then she considered where it might be going next, and she nearly choked with fear.

She could feel Kristy's hair tickling her body as she pulled the dildo out of her mouth and slid the tip along her belly. When it reached her pussy, she whispered, "Please, Kristy."

"Please what?" Kristy asked.

"Please go easy," Jeanne whispered. "You're scaring me."

She felt Kristy's finger running along her pussy and poking into her vagina.

"Mmm... You are very wet," Kristy said. "I think you like a little pain with your pleasure. Either that, or you're all revved up at the idea of being fucked by this big cock."

Since Jeanne was blindfolded, she had no idea just how big this cock was. In her imagination, it was about twelve inches long, and thicker than any cock had a right to be, but in reality it was only half that size. 

She felt Kristy dipping her head between her legs, and was pleasantly surprised to feel her tongue poking between the folds of her labia. Kristy licked her clit gently as she placed the head of the dildo against her opening. Jeanne tried to relax, but she was very afraid of the pain that she knew would be coming. She didn't think to hope that Kristy had used some lube.

Kristy gave a push, and Jeanne could feel the penis splitting her pussy. It was cold and unyielding, and the farther it slid, the more pain she felt between her legs. She started to moan a little bit, but Kristy seemed not to care that she was hurting her.

"Sorry, Bitch," Kristy said nastily. "I'm not stopping."

"It hurts," Jeanne whispered.

Kristy gave a snicker, and said, "Getting your cherry popped always hurts." She paused, and then pulled the dildo back out. Jeanne heard a click, and Kristy explained that she needed some lube or it was never going in. She pushed back in again, going farther this time. She repeated this motion in and out until the entire phallus was buried inside of Jeanne. 

Tears ran silently down Jeanne's cheeks, and Kristy began rubbing her clit, leaving the dildo in place. After a minute of rubbing, Jeanne's hips began to buck, and she began moaning with pleasure this time. As Jeanne approached orgasm, Kristy began fucking her with the dildo once again. The pain was almost gone, and after a moment, Jeanne said, "I'm gonna cum. Fuck me harder. I'm gonna cum."

Kristy complied, pausing only to remove the blindfold from Jeanne's eyes. Seeing Kristy fucking her vigorously was too much for Jeanne to handle, and she started to yell, "Yes! Fuck me! Shove that cock in my pussy! I'm cumming!"

Kristy continued to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy, slowing only when Jeanne's orgasm was subsiding. She took her fingers off her clit, and gave it some soft licks. 

Jeanne relaxed and smiled. "Thank you," she said.

"Good girl," she purred. "Now you have permission to lick my pussy."

"Yes, Kristy," Jeanne said with her eyes lowered. "I'll do anything you want."

Kristy lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Jeanne's tongue lapped at her clit and her fingers worked their magic on Kristy's G-spot. Ten minutes later, all was forgiven.

* * * *

Jeanne sat down in her usual seat in French class, second-to-last two on the far left. As she took out her iPad to take notes, she spotted Logan. Not sure that he would remember her, she looked down and checked her email.

He remembered her. In fact, he took the seat next to her instead of his regular seat behind her.

"Hey, Jeanne. Where is your hockey jacket?" he asked.

"Um, you know, I left it at home," she stammered, blushing madly and practically ripping her hair out of her head because she twisted it so tightly.

He paused for a moment, smiling at her. "Are you any good at this French stuff?"

"Yeah. I'm ok, I guess," she said humbly.

Logan paused again, making sure he didn't scare her away. "I desperately need a tutor. I can't afford to pay you or anything, but maybe I could drive you around or something as payment," he continued. "I could drive you to practice maybe?"

"Aren't you working when I have practice?" she asked. "You do drive the Zamboni, right?"

"Shit," he said, almost under his breath. "You're right. I do need help though," he added. "I don't know what else I can offer you."

"I'm not so sure I'm the best one to help you either," she said. "Can't you get a free tutor from the Help Center? I think you'd find someone more qualified."

"Bonjour, classe. Ouvrez vos livres à la page soixante-neuf," said le professeur, ending the conversation.

* * * *

Life, complete with hockey practice, boring classes, hard tests, long papers, and sex with Kristy continued for Jeanne. 

One Thursday afternoon Logan met Jeanne at her dorm room for a tutoring session. The topic was irregular verbs, and Logan was less than riveted by the material.

He was, however, very interested in his tutor.

They were sitting on her bed with books in front of them, and Jeanne was comparing French verbs to English verbs, but he was hardly listening. He was watching her hands as she pointed to the charts she had made. Her fingers were long and graceful, with short, neatly filed nails. He imagined her putting those fingers in his mouth. 

"Logan?" 

"Wha?" he replied, sounding a little dumb.

"Do you get this at all?" Jeanne asked.

They were interrupted when Terry returned from her afternoon class.

"Oh! Hey! Sorry! I didn't realize you had company," she apologized.

"No, no," Jeanne said sincerely. "I'm tutoring him in French."

"Tutoring," Terry smiled conspiratorially. "Is that what we're calling it?"

Logan just shrugged and smiled. 

Terry smiled back and winked at Logan. She could see that Logan had different ideas about the tutoring session, but that Jeanne was completely oblivious to his feelings.

Jeanne said, "Actually, we're just about done. I have practice in an hour."

"Oh, shit," Logan exclaimed. "I have to go to work. I'm late. I'll talk to you later."

When the door closed behind him, Terry said, "Oh, my, god. He is so into you!"

"What are you talking about?" Jeanne scoffed. "He's just failing French."

"Well, he won't be passing with your tutelage either," Terry smirked.

"That's not very nice," Jeanne said, a little hurt.

"Honey, he has the hots for you. Can't you see that? He wasn't paying one bit of attention to your French lesson," Terry said.

"Oh, no," said Jeanne, as she thought about what Kristy might think of that.

* * * *

During practice Jeanne was painfully aware of Logan's presence. He stood near the entrance to the Zamboni bay, watching while she tried to work her usual magic in the net. 

"Wake up, Jeanne," the coach barked. "You're playing like you're under water."

"I know, I know." She tried to shake it off, but she kept thinking about what Terry had said about Logan having the hots for her. She looked in his direction, trying not to meet his gaze.

"Jeanne!" she heard Kristy yell. "You're playing like a pussy! Stop the fucking shots!"

She realized that Kristy was skating toward her, and she tried to get her head back into the game. She could see Logan watching again, and she felt a pang of panic in her stomach. 

"What the fuck is your problem?" Kristy demanded. 

"I don't know. I'm out of sorts, I guess," Jeanne said lamely.

"Well cut the crap and focus," Kristy warned.

* * * *

After practice, when the rest of the team went to the locker room to change, Jeanne stood along the boards, watching Logan drive the Zamboni around the ice. She thought about what Terry said, and realized that she was probably right. She thought about the flirty looks, the comments about how she looked, and the night he had "rescued" her from Kristy's wrath.

"He must not have any idea that I'm a lesbian," Jeanne thought to herself.

Logan noticed Jeanne watching and gave her a little wave. Jeanne blushed madly and headed in the direction of the locker room. Unfortunately, Kristy got to her and saw what she was looking at before Jeanne made it that far.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kristy stormed. "You're checking out the Zamboni guy?"

"No," Jeanne started. "I'm tutoring him in French and..."

"You're tutoring him?" Kristy fumed through clenched teeth. "You didn't think of asking me if that was ok first?"

"No. He asked for my help, and I said yes," Jeanne explained. Her hands were full with her helmet and gloves, which kept her from twirling her hair. "I didn't think I needed your permission to help someone out." 

Jeanne continued staring at the floor and feeling humiliated like a child who has just broken the cookie jar while trying to snitch a cookie.

"Well, you do," Kristy snarled. "You're mine, Bitch. You'll ask me when you want to talk to someone, never mind help them. Get in the fucking locker room, and change."

Jeanne was hurt and upset, but she noticed that she was beginning to feel aroused, knowing that Kristy was asserting her dominance over her.

The rest of the team had already left when Kristy and Jeanne stepped back in the room. The coach was just heading out the door as well.

"Jeanne," the coach warned. "Get it together. You were a mess out there today."

"I will," Jeanne mumbled.

"I've gotta talk to Coach," Kristy said. "Get dressed and wait here for me." She stepped into the hallway with the coach.

Once she was dressed, Jeanne sat on the bench feeling lost and nervous. She twirled her hair without thinking about it, and wondered what Kristy would do to her.

Five minutes later, she found out.

Kristy strode into the locker room, grabbed Jeanne's hands, and pulled her awkwardly over her lap.

"What are you doing?" Jeanne asked. There was no mistaking the alarm in her voice. She started to struggle a bit, so Kristy put her leg over Jeanne's legs to brace her.

"I am going to spank you over my knee," Kristy said. "As soon as I'm done, I can go on without feeling pissed off."

"Please don't do this here." Jeanne said tearfully. "What if Logan comes to lock up?"

Kristy grabbed the waistband of Jeanne's sweatpants and panties, and pulled them down in one motion. 

"It'll be over before you know it," Kristy said. "You should count while I slap."

"I have to count?" Jeanne asked. 

"Yep. I think thirty or forty should do it," Kristy said. "We'll see how still you stay."

And with that, Kristy began spanking methodically, alternating from one buttock to the other. When Jeanne reached twenty, Kristy stopped for a moment and rubbed her ass gently. She dipped her finger into Jeanne's pussy, and was not surprised to find that she was dripping wet.

"Jeanne, you love this, don't you?" she asked.

"No. Yes," she replied. "Please stop. I'm so embarrassed. What if someone hears?"

"Too bad. You should have asked permission to tutor Zamboni Boy. And you should have played better. You sucked today, so you deserve it," Kristy snapped. "Keep counting."

Kristy resumed spanking, and Jeanne resumed counting until they reached forty. When the last blow had been delivered to her ass, Kristy caressed her red bottom gently and pulled her to her feet. 

"You can pull up your pants now, Bitch," Kristy said quietly. Without warning, she slapped Jeanne hard across the face.

Jeanne's hand rose to her face, and she stifled a yelp.

"That'll do, Bitch," Kristy said. "Let's go."

When Kristy and Jeanne walked out of the locker room, Logan was standing there with his keys in his hand. The intense blush and the look on his face let Jeanne know that he knew what had happened in there. She looked at her shoes and twirled her hair madly as Kristy pulled her by the arm, out of the rink.

* * * *

The phone rang again, and Jeanne ignored it again. Her psychology book rested on her bed in front of her, but she hadn't even turned to the correct page. She felt lost and distraught, and she didn't know what to do about it.

She was mortified to the core, knowing that Logan had heard what happened in the locker room. Even worse, she didn't know how much he had heard. She couldn't face him. How would she go to the rink? He was the Zamboni Guy. He was always there. Could she go to French class? Would he show up for a tutoring session?

She got up and looked in the mirror. Kristy's handprint was still emblazoned on her cheek, and it was beginning to feel bruised. She thought about the sting of the smacks to her rear-end and how that had aroused her, and she felt deep shame. How could she let someone do that to her? Still, she knew that she got off on the mix of pleasure and pain, and she knew that spanking would become a permanent part of her sexual experience.

She did not like the slap to the face though. When Kristy slapped her, she saw cruelty in her eyes caused by nothing more than jealousy of a tutoring session and a feeling of responsibility for Jeanne's actions on the ice. She realized that she was becoming afraid of Kristy and her temper.

For a week Jeanne did everything in her power to avoid Logan and Kristy. She skipped French class twice. She didn't call Logan back when he called looking for help for the French test. At the rink she stayed away from Kristy and stopped watching the Zamboni as Logan cleaned the ice. She felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life, and she didn't know what to do about it.

Despite her frequent absences from the dorm, even Terry noticed Jeanne's funk. 

"What is going on with you, girl?" Terry asked. "You haven't been yourself all week!"

"I don't know. Nothing. Everything," Jeanne muttered. 

"Has anything been going on with Logan?" Terry pushed. "He hasn't been around since that first tutoring session."

Jeanne blushed and her fingers went straight to her hair. "No, it's not Logan," she said, staring at the floor. "I'm just having some trouble at practice, and..."

"Practice? Hockey practice? What are you talking about?" Terry asked.

"The starting goalie, Kristy, and I aren't getting along. She's pretty tough," Jeanne explained. She was so ashamed of letting Kristy treat her the way she had, and Terry still didn't know that she was gay.

"Kristy is a lesbian, you know," Terry explained. "She might be trying to put the moves on you."

Jeanne's down-turned face betrayed the truth.

"Jeanne," Terry started, "are you a lesbian? Have you been dating Kristy?"

Tears rolled down Jeanne's face, and Terry knew the truth. She went to Jeanne, and lifted her chin gently to look in her eyes.

"Did Kristy give you that bruise on your face?" she asked softly.

Jeanne nodded and began to sob. 

"Oh, Jeannie. She can't treat you like that. You're nice and sweet, and you don't deserve this kind of abuse," Terry said with tears in her eyes. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you that I'm gay," Jeanne whispered.

"Don't be sorry. It doesn't matter to me," Terry said, stroking her hair. "It does matter that someone hit my friend though. She can't push you around like that. You have to stand up for yourself."

"That's not really how our relationship works," Jeanne said, twisting her hair tightly. "She is kind of the boss of me." 

Both girls sat quietly for a moment.

"So I guess this is why you're not interested in Logan, huh?" Terry said with a little smile.

"Yeah," Jeanne replied, smiling back. She wasn't sure how true that statement was anymore.

* * * *

Having reached the maximum cuts in French class, Jeanne decided that she had to face Logan sometime. She arrived at class early, and sat in her usual seat. Logan also arrived early, hoping that she would be back to class. He knew that she was avoiding him, but he just wanted to talk to her. 




F2: Be Awesome



He was grateful to see that she was there, and that they were alone, for the time being. He sat down next to her.

"Jeanne," he said with hope in his voice. "I'm so glad you're back."

"Hi, Logan," Jeanne said, looking down at the floor and trying to cover the faded bruise on her cheek with her hair.

"Are you ok?" he asked. 

"Yeah," she replied. "I know you heard what happened in the locker room." She bit the bullet and brought it up before he could.

"I didn't hear much. I wish I had gotten there earlier. It sounded like you needed help," he replied. 

"No," she said. "Kristy and I have a complicated friendship, but it's ok."

"It's ok that she left that bruise on your cheek?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, no, but..." she started. She was interrupted when several other students and the instructor entered the room. 

Logan saved her by changing the subject. "Can you tutor me again soon? Today even? I don't get this at all.

"Sure. How's 6:30 at my room?" she suggested, pushing thoughts of Kristy from her mind.

* * * *

Jeanne sat on the bus on the way to the next road game and pretended to sleep. She still hadn't talked to Kristy since she had bruised her face, but Kristy was not going to back down and let go so easily.

She plopped herself in the aisle seat, next to Jeanne and gave her a little shake to rouse her. Jeanne reluctantly opened her eyes. 

Kristy didn't beat around the bush. "Look, I'm sorry about your face. I was just so pissed at you, I got carried away," she explained.

Jeanne's only reply was twisting her hair, so Kristy continued, "It's just that you were playing like shit, and you didn't tell me about the tutoring. What was I supposed to think?"

Jeanne's eyes welled up with tears, softening Kristy a bit. "Hey," she said, reaching for her hand, "I'm sorry. I know I get a little crazy when I'm mad. I just wish you had told me. Let's kiss and make up, ok?"

With that, Kristy bent to Jeanne and kissed her softly. Jeanne didn't kiss back this time.

"Ok, Bitch," Kristy stormed. "Be that way, but you're not getting rid of me so easily."

Jeanne turned to look out the window. Kristy put her own ear buds in her ears and cranked her music loudly enough to annoy the people two seats behind her. Jeanne replaced her ear buds and went back to pretending to sleep, but the tears streaming down her face gave her away.

* * * *

The game was a disaster. Kristy played like crap, allowing 5 goals in two periods, and when the coach pulled her after the second period, she flipped out. She stormed around the locker room, ranting and raving, shouting curses, and threatening Jeanne. 

"You're benched for the next three games," the coach informed Kristy, interrupting her tirade. "Stop acting like a baby and shut up."

Kristy exploded. "Benched? You can't bench me! And let that little bitch play? Are you kidding me? This is all her fault. If she hadn't been such a bitch on the bus, none of this would have happened!"

She punctuated her rant by punching a locker every time she said the word "bitch".

As the team filed back out of the locker room, cowering from Kristy, the coach said simply, "You'll pay for that locker. Have the trainer look at your hand. You're done."

Jeanne didn't do much better in the net. She let two more goals go by. Each should have been an easy block. She could feel the urge to twirl her hair, even with her gloves and helmet on. She saw the Zamboni drive onto the ice, and she thought about the day that Logan had saved her from Kristy. She wished he was riding the bus home with her.

* * * *

Before the next practice, the coach called Jeanne into her closet-like office. 

"Jeanne," she started, "that last game was rough. I need to know that you can be on your game for us for the rest of the season."

"The rest of the season?" Jeanne asked, shocked. Her fingers went straight to her hair. "Did you kick Kristy off the team?" 

Jeanne was terrified. Kristy would blame her for everything. Jeanne was afraid that Kristy would kill her or something for this. She was close to panic.

"No," the coach said. "Kristy ended her own college hockey career when she punched that locker. She fractured her hand in three places, and won't be playing for weeks. If you can pull through for us, you'll be our starter for the rest of the season."

"I don't think I'm ready for this," Jeanne said nervously. Several strands of her hair broke off around her finger as she twirled it.

"Just be confident, and you'll be awesome." 

Jeanne took a deep breath, and said, "Ok."

* * * *

Jeanne checked the messages on her phone on the way to the locker room. She saw that there was a text from Logan, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.

Tutor me tonight? 9 at your room?

She smiled to herself and took a deep, steadying breath. 

Ok. :-)

* * * *

Jeanne didn't have to wait long to find out what Kristy thought of her new position as starting goalie. She was waiting outside of Jeanne's room for her when she got home from practice. Jeanne almost turned around and backed out of the hallway, but Kristy saw her before she had a chance to escape. 

"Jeanne," Kristy began, "we have to discuss this."

Jeanne took a deep breath, and let her in. She closed and locked the door behind her.

"Kristy," Jeanne started, but Kristy cut her off.

"Jeanne, I didn't come here to fight with you. I miss you. I want us to be together," she explained. "Come here." She held out her arms, and Jeanne saw the purple cast on her hand.

Jeanne went to her, and Kristy wrapped her arms around Jeanne. Jeanne stiffened at her touch.

"C'mon. Please relax. Please kiss me," Kristy begged. Her hand reached up to grab Jeanne's hair, and she pulled gently.

That demonstration of her dominance triggered Jeanne's submissive side, and she complied by opening her mouth and kissing Kristy. As the kiss deepened, Kristy began unbuttoning Jeanne's shirt with her good hand. Jeanne moaned a little, and Kristy took that as her permission to keep going. She pulled off her shirt and her jeans, leaving her in her bra and panties again. 

"We never did upgrade your underwear, did we?" Kristy remarked. "Take them off. I don't like them."

Jeanne slid the panties down her hips to the floor, and unhooked her bra. Kristy pulled it down and tossed it on the floor. "At least I can do that part with this stupid hand," she said.

When Jeanne was sitting on her bed, naked and vulnerable, Kristy said, "So I guess you're going to be replacing me for a while, huh?"

That comment sent Jeanne's hand straight to her hair, and she began twirling. "Yeah, I guess."

Kristy reached out with her good hand and touched her tits, and said, "You know this is all your fault, right?"

She pushed Jeanne back on the bed, and spread her legs. She dipped her head between her legs and began licking her pussy. Jeanne was beginning to relax and enjoy the heat building in her pussy, and she closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes, Jeanne. I'm not even going to blindfold you today," she mocked. "I want you to see what a bad girl you've been." She licked her clit for another moment, and then got up from the bed.

Kristy went to her backpack, the same backpack in which she had carried the dildo and blindfold last time, and Jeanne's anxiety began to increase.

"What are you going to do to me?" Jeanne whispered.

"Wait and see," Kristy snickered cruelly. She took something out of her bag that looked a bit like a leather flyswatter.

"Turn over," Kristy ordered. Jeanne complied reluctantly.

"We'll start with a little spanking for you. I know you'll like that," Kristy sneered. 

"Please don't use that...that thing," Jeanne pleaded. She was nervous.

Kristy responded by swatting her bottom hard. Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

"Ow!" Jeanne yelped. "Please stop. Use your hand, if you have to, but please don't..."

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

Jeanne started to cry. "Please Kristy. That hurts. Spank me with your hand. You know I like that."

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

This time Jeanne was silent. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. This was much more painful than the hand-spankings she had gotten from Kristy in the past. Her fear increased every time the leather hit her skin. She was naïve, but she had an idea that there should be some sort of signal that she could give Kristy to let her know that she had reached her limit.

Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

"Ok, Bitch," Kristy sneered. "Get on your back. I've got something else for you."

She pulled out a flogger. Jeanne had no idea what it was, but she had a pretty good idea of what it would be used for.

"Spread your legs, Jeanne. You'll love this," she commanded.

Jeanne held her legs tightly together, which surprised Kristy. "Are you fighting me, Bitch? Not a good idea."

"Kristy," she pleaded, "please stop. I can't take any more pain."

Kristy pretended not to hear. She began swinging the flogger closer and closer to Jeanne's body, eventually landing the tails on Jeanne's breasts. She smacked over and over, bringing Jeanne to tears. Red patches as bright as strawberries appeared on Jeanne's small, angry-looking tits.

"Spread your legs, Jeanne," Kristy repeated. "I'll leave those poor baby titties alone if you do what you're told."

Jeanne finally complied, begging Kristy not to hurt her, "Please Kristy. This is too much. Please."

Kristy wound up the flogger and smacked Jeanne's pussy over and over again. Each time the flogger landed, Jeanne yelped a little louder. Finally Kristy grew tired of her tears, and put the flogger away.

"That's for making me break my hand, Bitch."

Kristy then took her own clothes off and returned to the backpack. Jeanne covered her eyes, afraid of what was coming next. She understood that this was punishment, not love or kinky sex, and she was desperately trying to come up with a plan to get out of this relationship before she got hurt too badly.

Kristy returned wearing nothing but her cast and something that looked like leather panties. As she turned to Jeanne, Jeanne realized that the penis that she had been fucked with before was sticking out of the leather. 

"Got a strap-on, just for you, Bitch," Kristy announced. "Spread your legs good and wide."

Kristy climbed on top of her, wincing a little when she put weight on her broken hand. She arranged herself between Jeanne's legs and pushed the tip of the dildo against Jeanne's pussy. She did not check to if Jeanne's pussy was wet or not, and went ahead, entering her roughly. 

"Ooh," Kristy said. "I guess that wasn't as exciting for you as I had hoped. You're not all wet and slippery, like I thought you'd be."

Tears were streaming down Jeanne's face, but that only made Kristy bolder. "Well, we need to save the lube for what comes next, so you better suck my cock. Sit up," she commanded as she pulled Jeanne up. She stuck the dildo into her mouth, and began to fuck her mouth with it. After a moment, she pushed Jeanne back down on the bed and spread her thighs.

"Here's a little lube for you, Bitch," she said, and she spat on her pussy three times. 

Jeanne had never felt so humiliated, even when Kristy had spanked her in the locker room. She felt like she was dying of embarrassment. 

Kristy entered her once again, and this time, she was able to slide the silicone cock all the way into Jeanne in one thrust. Jeanne practically screamed from the pain.

Jeanne tried to relax, knowing that it would be over soon, and that her cries only excited Kristy further, but it was to no avail. Kristy fucked her and fucked her, until she thought she had to be bleeding. 

And then it got worse.

Jeanne felt defeated and spent, but she tried to get up. She didn't think of calling for help, simply because this was Kristy, not some stranger. It never occurred to her that Kristy was doing was truly wrong, that she was being raped by her angry girlfriend. 

Kristy helped Jeanne get up, but instead of helping her to her feet, she planted Jeanne on her hands and knees. Jeanne cried and tried to protest, but she didn't have any energy left to fight. She was sobbing quietly into her pillow when she heard the click of the lube bottle, and felt the cold liquid being smeared across her asshole. 

Jeanne felt Kristy's finger poking into her anus. This was the first time she had been penetrated anally by anything, and she was surprised to find that the feeling of fullness back there actually felt quite good. "Oh, Kristy," she whined, "please go easy."

Kristy pulled her finger out and added a second. She eased them in and out gently, eliciting a satisfied sigh from Jeanne. 

"Do you like that?" Kristy asked.

"I guess I do," Jeanne said, sounding surprised.

"Ready to try something bigger?" Kristy pressed.

"Please be gentle," Jeanne replied. "I'm scared."

"I'll use a lot of lube," Kristy promised.

Jeanne felt more of the cold, slippery liquid in her crack, and she braced herself for the unknown. She felt more in-control of herself and the situation than she did just minutes before. 

"Relax your asshole," Kristy commanded, and lined the tip of the dildo up with Jeanne's tight pucker. "This will hurt a little bit, but will feel good soon."

Jeanne took a deep breath, and tried to relax her muscles. She felt Kristy pushing against her, and the head of the phallus began to slip inside of her. Kristy pushed harder, and Jeanne felt a stab of pain through her ass and into her belly. 

"Ahh. That hurts. Slow down," Jeanne whined. "Just leave it there for a minute."

"Do you like it?" Kristy asked.

"Not yet. Just go easy," Jeanne replied. 

Both women held still for a moment, and when Jeanne felt the pain ease up as her anus became accustomed to the intrusion, she pushed herself back onto the phallus. Now she was able to take it all the way in, the rigid cock sliding in easily now that she was opened up.

"Can I fuck you now?" Kristy asked.

"Yes. Just not too hard," Jeanne replied.

While Kristy slid her fake cock in and out of Jeanne's ass, Jeanne used her own fingers to rub her clit in fast, tight circles. She was surprised how much she liked being fucked in the ass, and was more surprised as she felt the heat in her clit building toward orgasm.

"You like that cock in your ass, don't you?" Kristy asked rhetorically.

The dirty talk sent Jeanne over the edge, and she exploded, cumming hard.

"Unngg. Oh, god. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming!" Jeanne yelled.

She collapsed face-first on the bed, and began to relax, the dildo still planted in her asshole.

"That actually felt good," Jeanne said breathlessly.

Suddenly, both women heard a key in the lock, and they froze.

"It's ok," Jeanne whispered. "My roommate knows about us."

* * * *

The problem was that it wasn't just Terry coming through the door. It was 9:03, and Logan had met Terry in the lobby of the dorm. The door opened, and Terry was the first to walk through the door. 

"Oh, my god," Terry said. 

Logan walked through the door before Terry had a chance to stop him. 

"Holy shit!" Logan exclaimed. "What the fuck?"

Jeanne whipped around, dislodging the dildo from her ass. She grabbed at her clothes and began to wail.

"Is that the fucking Zamboni Guy?" Kristy shouted.

"Oh, my god! What time is it?" Jeanne yelled.

"Time to tutor me in French," Logan answered, totally bewildered. "What the hell is going on here?"

It was mayhem in that tiny dorm room.

Terry took charge of the situation. She grabbed Jeanne's bathrobe from her closet, and covered her. She whispered in Jeanne's ear, "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to get rid of Logan?"

"No," Jeanne whispered. "Get Kristy out of here."

Terry replied, "I got this. Call me when it's ok to come back, even if it's tomorrow."

Terry grabbed the pile of clothes from the floor, and pulled Kristy out the door with her. The door closed, and they were gone.

Logan looked at Jeanne. She was a mess. "Please tell me what the hell is going on."

Jeanne grabbed that lock of hair, and started to tell the tale.

* * * *

4th of July Weekend

Jeanne sat on the couch in the living room at her parents' house, watching out the window like a little kid waiting for the ice cream truck. Her parents had left for the lake for the holiday weekend, and she was waiting for Logan to arrive. She looked at the clock for the hundredth time, and was pretty sure that the big hand had gotten stuck.

Finally she saw Logan's car making its way down her street, and she flushed with excitement. Her hand went to her hair, but she quickly remembered that she had gotten it cut short. It was her crazy effort to stop twirling her hair and to look more confident. She hoped that if she looked confident, she could be more confident.

She ran to the door and threw herself into his arms right in the driveway.

"Jeanne? Your hair is amazing!" Logan said, obviously surprised. "You look great!"

She blushed a little, and said, "C'mon in! Where's your stuff?"

They walked into the kitchen, where Jeanne had set the table for two. It was just about dinner time.

"Are your parents here? Do I get to meet them today?" he asked eagerly.

"No, they left for the lake an hour ago. They won't be back until Monday," Jeanne explained.

"So we're here all by ourselves for the whole weekend, huh?" Logan confirmed.

"All alone," she nodded. 

Logan stepped closer to Jeanne and took her hands in his. He bent down and kissed her. She melted into his body as he wrapped his arms around her, and she opened up her mouth to accept his tongue. 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Oh! I forgot! I ordered a pizza," Jeanne explained, grabbing her wallet and heading for the door.

Logan took the opportunity to adjust his stiffening cock. He and Jeanne had gone on several dates after she broke up with Kristy, but they had taken their physical relationship slowly. He had been surprised when Jeanne invited him to stay at her house alone, but she had dropped several large hints to the effect that she was ready. He was a more-than-a-little excited at that prospect.

* * * *

After dinner, Jeanne gave Logan the grand tour of her humble abode. 

In the living room, Logan looked over the series of school photos on the wall. "You're an only child, huh?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's lonely, but I'm always busy with hockey and all," Jeanne said.

"I can't get over how great this haircut is," he said. "It makes you look powerful."

"I don't know about that," Jeanne said, blushing once again. "It keeps me from twirling it though, so I guess that's an improvement."

They made their way into Jeanne's small bedroom at the end of the hallway. It was pink and girlie, which contrasted sharply with the hockey trophies stuck on shelves, on the desk, and basically in every nook and cranny available. Medals and ribbons hung from walls, corkboards, and doorknobs.

"Holy shit. That's a lot of hardware," he said, admiringly. 

"Not really," she said modestly. "They handed out trophies like souvenirs around here when I was growing up. It's kind of silly."

Logan went to the mirror over Jeanne's dresser where she had tucked photos under the frame. 

"State champs. That's amazing. You really are an awesome goalie," he said, truly impressed.

"It was a great team. I can't claim the credit," she said, reaching for that piece of hair that was no longer there.

"Who is this?" he asked, his hand coming to rest on a picture of Jeanne and Pam posing on the Zamboni.

"That's Pam," she said. "She was my first girlfriend. She's in California now."

"Did they let you drive the Zamboni?" he joked.

Logan paused before taking the conversation in a new direction.




F2: Be Awesome



"Have you always had girlfriends? Or have there been boyfriends too?" he asked cautiously.

"There's been Pam and Kristy. You're the only guy I've ever kissed," she explained. "Until I met you, I really thought I was a lesbian. Now I'm not so sure."

They sat on her bed, facing each other. 

"Can we talk about your relationship with Kristy?" Logan asked.

"We already had this discussion," she reminded. "We talked all about it that night in my dorm room, remember?"

"Why did you let her be so rough with you? She was supposed to care for you, but she caused you so much pain," he added.

With no hair to twirl, Jeanne looked very uncomfortable. Tears sprang to her eyes, and she looked down at the floor.

After a long pause, she said, "Kristy took advantage of the fact that I wanted to please her. It started out with a little bit of experimentation, and she used it to dominate me. I didn't realize that it had gotten out of hand until she hit me in the locker room."

"Did you like being submissive to her? Do you feel like you need to be dominated in a relationship?" he asked, with a concerned look in his eye. "Because I'm not sure I can fill that role for you."

"No. Not at all," Jeanne rushed to reply. "I have to confess, that there were some times when she'd spank me a little, and I'd like the way it felt, but I'm ready for a normal, non-abusive relationship."

"Ok. Are you sure?" he pressed one more time. 

"Yes. I'm sure," she laughed a little. "I think I will need some guidance on this heterosexual sex thing though. I've only done it with girls."

"I'm gonna be a typical guy here and just say how freaking hot that is," he teased. 

Jeanne slapped his arm, and said, "Yeah. It was pretty hot." She winked, and then leaned in to kiss him.

"Is this where we get to that heterosexual sex thing?" he asked in a husky voice. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him. He rubbed her back while they kissed.

Jeanne just nodded while she kissed him.

Logan's hands began to wander like a horny teenager's. Jeanne felt his hands on her breasts, and she took a sharp breath.

"Can I take your shirt off?" he asked. "Please."

"Yes," she answered. "Please."

She unhooked her pink bra and allowed Logan a moment to look at her tits. He reached out and placed his thumbs on her nipples while his palms cupped her small breasts. 

"They look way smaller in your big hands," she said with dismay. 

"They are perfect," he said as he dipped his head to kiss one nipple and then the other.

Jeanne stretched her head back so far that she fell back on the bed. Logan took the opportunity to remove her jeans. "Do you want to keep your panties on?" he asked.

"Doesn't seem to be much of a point," she replied. "Did I mention that you are getting lucky tonight?"

"I'm already lucky," he said as he pulled her pink thong down her slim hips. "These are pretty. Too bad I want to get in them so badly."

"Kristy always said she wanted to take me lingerie shopping because I wore granny panties. When I knew I was having company, I went shopping myself." As Logan pulled the silky material off her feet, she said, "I'll wear them for you later."

"Oh, my god. You are beautiful," he said reverently. "It's hard to imagine such a sexy body under those goalie pads."

He ran his hands from her breasts, down her hips, and around to her thighs. He pushed her legs apart gently, and sucked in a ragged breath as he got his first glimpse of her sex. He took his middle finger, and ran his fingertip from her clitoris down to her vagina. He could see how aroused she was before he felt it.

"Finger me," Jeanne requested.

He slowly slid his finger inside her, enjoying the slipperiness of her arousal. He pushed his finger in and out of her several times before locating her G-spot. As he rubbed there, he used his other finger to rub her clit. 

Jeanne began moaning, and he knew he had to taste her. 

He stopped rubbing for a moment, and Jeanne watched as he took off his shirt. He decided to leave his pants on for the time being. He wanted Jeanne to enjoy this without thinking about his pleasure.

Jeanne nodded her approval. "You are fucking sexy."

"I'm going to lick your pussy now, Jeanne. Is that ok with you?" he asked.

"Oh, my god. Eat me, please," she begged.

He used his fingers to hold open her labia, and dipped the tip of his tongue into her opening. They shuddered together at this first touch. "Lick me," Jeanne whispered.

Logan began licking softly around her clitoris, testing all around for Jeanne's reaction. He swirled around one side of her clit, and then the other. Suddenly Jeanne grabbed his head, pulling his hair a little, and he knew he had found his mark. 

"You like that, Baby?" he murmured with his mouth pressed to her pussy.

"Oh, my fucking god. Lick me there harder," she moaned.

Logan increased the speed of his tongue, and poked his finger back inside her to rub her G-spot once again. Her hips started bucking, and she tugged harder on his hair. 

When Jeanne began flexing her feet, he looked up over her slim body. Her chest was flushing, and he knew that she was close to cumming. He began to murmur with his lips against her flesh, "C'mon baby. Cum for me. Cum on my face, Baby."

Her head began thrashing back and forth, and she muttered incoherently. A moment later, and her entire body tensed. Her legs pressed together, trapping his head, and she pulled his head hard. She yelled right out loud, "I'm cumming. I'm cumming hard. Fuck me, I'm cumming."

Finally, as the tension evaporated from her body, she let out a long, loud, "Aaahhhhh."

Logan escaped the grip of her thighs, and settled in next to her to kiss her. His tongue poked into her mouth, and he realized that she could probably taste her own pussy on his mouth. With a laugh, he realized that the taste of pussy was more familiar to her than his past lovers.

"That was amazing," she said. "You eat pussy as well as any lesbian."

"That's a good compliment, I guess," he said, smiling.

They sat quietly, kissing a bit for a moment. Jeanne finally broke the silence.

"I guess it's time to try something new," she said quietly. "Take your pants off, ok?"

Logan got to his feet, and unbuttoned his jeans. He lowered his zipper slowly, and then started to pull his pants down. "Do you want me to keep my underwear on?" he asked quietly.

"Depends. Are they tighty-whiteys?" she teased.

"Boxer-briefs. My favorite," he replied.

"Take them off," she said. "I need to jump right in here before I chicken out."

"Chicken out? What's there to be afraid of?" he asked defensively.

"You remember. The last time I had something dick-shaped inside of me, it was painful and traumatic," she reminded.

"Well, it was a hard piece of plastic shoved up your ass, of course it hurt!" he exclaimed. "I'll be much nicer to you."

He eased the rest of his clothing off his body, watching Jeanne's eyes as she saw his cock for the first time. She looked excited, but not scared, even though he was rock-hard.

"Can I touch it?" she asked.

"You think you need to ask?" he said. "Please touch me."

Jeanne wrapped her hand around his rigid flesh and ran her thumb through the pre-cum that was gathering in his slit.

"Ooh. Slippery!" she squealed.

She rubbed her hand back and forth on his cock, eliciting a soft moan.

"I've got to lie down," he said. "My knees are shaking."

Jeanne rearranged herself between his legs and continued to stroke him.

"Take a taste, if you want," he suggested.

Jeanne bent to lick the head of his cock softly, tentatively tasting his pre-cum. "Salty," she said. "Does it taste like cum?"

"Well, I can't say that I've never taken a little taste, but it's not like I have a lot of experience with tasting things that come out of a cock," he said, smiling.

"Oh, yeah," she replied. "I'm the gay one." She winked at him, and then opened her mouth and lowered it onto his cock. She started by sucking gently on the head, taking more and more of him into her mouth on each suck. 

"Baby's first blowjob," he said with satisfaction. "You're doing great. A little lower. See if you can get it all into your mouth."

Both Jeanne and Logan were surprised to see that she could.

She began moving her head up and down on his cock, sliding it in and out along her tongue.

"Rub my balls," he moaned. She complied, rubbing him gently, but sucking him harder. 

"Oh, Baby," he moaned again. "You're gonna make me cum. Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

"I think so," she tried to say with her mouth full of hard cock. She pulled her mouth off and said, "I think I want you to. I'll try."

"Ok, Babe. It won't take long. Keep rubbing my balls," he suggested.

Jeanne resumed sucking his cock and rubbing his balls, and a moment later, he grabbed her head. "I'm there. I'm cumming. Get ready," he moaned.

Jeanne didn't know what to expect, so she stopped sucking for a moment.

"No!" he yelled sharply. "Keep sucking. Suck the cum right out of my cock."

As soon as she started again, she was rewarded with the first spurt of the salty, slightly sour, thick liquid. She jumped, almost letting his cock out of her mouth, but he held her head in place. "Keep sucking. Not too hard. I'm still cumming."

Spurt after spurt of warm semen entered her mouth, and Jeanne fought the urge to gag. She finally pulled off his cock, and swallowed quickly, before she could change her mind.

She could still taste him on her tongue, and she smiled. 

"I just gave a blowjob," she announced proudly. "I never thought I'd actually give a blowjob. Your cock is so much softer and warmer than Kristy's dildo. I loved that," she rambled.

She placed her hand back on his cock. "Oh, it's getting softer," she remarked.

"Give me ten minutes to rest and recover," he said. "Afterward, I'll pop your cherry."

"I think Kristy took care of that with her gigantic dong," Jeanne said, shaking her head.

"Figuratively speaking, anyway," he added. "Let's just snuggle for a few minutes."

Both Jeanne and Logan dozed for a while before Jeanne woke Logan by stroking his cock gently. His erection responded before Logan did. When he awoke, he ran his hand all over Jeanne's body. He put his fingers between her legs to tease her.

"What do you think? Wanna have some heterosexual sex?" he asked with a dopey look on his face.

"You betcha," she replied. "Am I wet enough, do you think?"

He responded by getting to his knees, spreading Jeanne's legs, and going down on her again. He licked softly, and felt her getting wetter.

He bent her knees toward her body, and spread her knees even wider. He leaned over her, and used his hand to line his cock up with the entrance to Jeanne's pussy. He pushed ever-so-slightly.

"That's good. Keep going," Jeanne coached. "I can take it."

He slid farther into her, until she gasped.

"Take a deep breath," he suggested. 

"I'm ok," she said. "Keep going."

He withdrew almost all the way before plunging in again, a little faster this time. After three more strokes, Jeanne was ready, and she said, "Ok. Just fuck me. That feels awesome."

Logan was grateful that he had cum in her mouth first, otherwise he wouldn't have lasted more than two minutes. He enjoyed every stroke in and out.

Jeanne could feel his cock sliding against her G-spot, but she thought perhaps a different angle would give her more friction. 

"Hang on. I want you fuck me from behind," she said. She got onto her knees and wiggled her ass at Logan.

"O-k," he said slowly. "Should I go easy?"

"NO!" she practically shouted. "Fuck me. Make me cum."

Logan began sliding his cock in and out, faster and faster, plowing her from behind.

Jeanne reached down and rubbed her clit. "I'm getting close. I just need one more thing," she panted.

"What's that?" Logan asked.

"I need you to spank me. Not too hard or anything," she added quickly.

Before she could change her mind, he gave her two sharp smacks to her bottom. He was surprised to realize that spanking her excited him, and he felt himself getting closer to cumming.

"Again?" he asked.

"Yes. Not too hard, but keep spanking me until I cum," she answered.

He was only too happy to comply.

Smack, smack, smack, smack.

Jeanne rubbed her clit harder and harder. "Oh, my god. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum," she moaned.

"Ung. Fuck. Oh, my god. Fuck," Logan grunted. "I'm cumming!" He pulled his cock out of Jeanne's pussy, and spurted his load all over her ass. 

Feeling his warm cum landing on her skin gave Jeanne that last push over the edge, and she joined Logan in the orgasmic chorus, "Oh, my god. I'm cumming. Oh, shit. Oh, fuck."

Both Logan and Jeanne collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. Jeanne felt Logan's cum dripping down her body, and it dawned on her what Kristy had meant when she said that sex with a man was messy. She stifled the urge to laugh out loud.

Logan nuzzled her hair, and she said as they drifted to sleep, "Logan, I don't think I'm a lesbian."

* * * *

Late Monday morning, Logan and Jeanne were sitting at the table, eating Lucky Charms and drinking coffee. They played footsies under the table and talked about next year's hockey team. Jeanne would be the starting goalie right from the beginning of the season this time, although she still had her doubts that she was the best person for the job.

"You deserve it. You're awesome. You just need to remember that. Be confident, be awesome," he said. "You said it yourself." 

"Will you give me a Zamboni ride when we get back?" she asked with a grin.

They heard the front door opening. Jeanne jumped a little, and reached up for her hair. Remembering that it was short, she placed her hands on the table.

"Good thing we got dressed, huh?" she said, poking Logan in the leg with her foot.

"Hi, Mom," she yelled. "We're in the kitchen."

Her parents entered the kitchen, and her mother's jaw dropped. 

"Mom, Dad. This is Logan," Jeanne introduced. "What's the matter?"

"Jeanne, I assumed Logan was a girl," her mother explained tentatively.

"No. Logan is a guy, but I guess you can see that. Is this cool?" she asked, afraid that her parents would be upset that she had a guy staying over with no supervision.

"It's just that... It's just that... We're a little surprised," she stammered. We thought you were gay!"