0 comments/ 11245 views/ 0 favorites Chasing a Waterfall By: spellofasiren Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). Synopsis: A man awakens to no memory of the night before, and conflicting recollections to his true identity. This is the first chapter in a planned story arc. I hope you enjoy this submission! As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged. ************************* Standing Under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall Chapter One: The Borrowed Life He awoke started. The room that he was in was black with hardly any visible traces of light, the only shadow from a window that was overcast with a drape. He came to the startling realization at that very moment that he was not home. This was not his single bedroom apartment, in a rent controlled district about three blocks from campus. Climbing up in bed, he tried as best he could to scan the room, but his eyes had not yet adjusted to the lack of light. He had no idea where he was or how long he had been out. That was not good. A mild chill ran through him. He did not know if that was from the open window or the situation that he was now in. Thinking for a moment, he was surprised at himself. He was never much of a drinker, not even when in social circles. Nor had he ever experienced a blackout before to the best of his recollection. At the moment he was mostly numb. He truly had no idea what to expect. The room, however, was beginning to give him a picture of what might have transpired the night before. His vision was finally adjusting. He was sitting up in bed. It was a queen size bed with a fluffy comforter and silky, satin sheets. To the left and right of the bed were identical nightstands, and a top which were identical lamps. A French style, though the word escaped him at the moment. To the far side of the bedroom was a wooden, cherry wood dresser. The room was carpeted and not white walled. The hue was of opaque beige. It was only after his vision had focused that he began to take notice of a splitting headache. It was of mixed migraine and tension properties. His head was pounding, his right eye was inflamed, but he was not nauseated, though his head did feel like it was in a vice. A smell, a damp musk smell filled his nostrils at that very moment, though it did not repulse him, but rather, filled him with intrigue. It was a very familiar smell. Feeling a cool breeze on his upper shoulders he glanced up, and was rewarded with sharp pains in his neck. Above him were dual ceiling fans. They were directly above the bed. There rotation was of a constant, slow turn. What was eye catching was not the decorative art of the rotating fans, their symmetry of motion or the fine craftsmanship in which they had been assembled. Rather, what had gotten his eye was a black lacey bra that hung from one of the blades. The bra, a moderate size was hanging by one end with the other dangling above him. It was of black or navy blue color with a mild amount of lace trim. He really didn't know that much about bras, but it seemed to be of a racerback style. It seemed to almost be within his grasp. He felt as though it were just begging to be handled by him. He resisted the temptation, however, knowing that the ceiling was many feet above his head. It was unlikely that standing, with his six foot plus frame that he could reach it. Given his current condition, he was not even sure that he could balance on the bed long enough to give it a try. Still, he seemed both mesmerized and intrigued by the low dangling fruit of his last night encounter. He had just gotten to the edge of the bed, placing his feet on the warm, plush carpeting when he heard a noise. No, make that a voice. It was a woman's voice. It was a youthful, lovely enriched melody. It was nearby, not down the hall or on the other side of the residence. Before he could discern the location or brace himself for a likely encounter, the door to the bathroom opened and a mild uprising of steam engulfed the room. What left him with bewilderment was that not one, but two women walked out. Neither of the ladies seemed to have much in the way of modesty. They were both tall, though the blond was had a slight height advantaged over her darker friend. She seemed to be about 5'8" or so, while the friend was a few inches shorter, though more endowed in her hips and upper body. He glanced away. A bit embarrassed, though neither one of them was nude. They were both wrapped in dual towels. One of the towels covered their bodies, and the other was for their hair. The towels were fluffy white. Not really able to still comprehend what was taking place, he craned his neck up again. It was only than that he noticed that the women seemed to hardly take notice of him. The raven beauty, which had at that very moment let the towel wrapped around her head drop might have given him a coy smile, but he was not sure. He did, however, know that she he that he was still in the room. With her back turned to him, she proceeded to let the other towel fall off from her body. The arch in her back was inviting. Her rear was a thing of beauty. Her more compact, but powerful legs teased him as she swayed her hips from side to side. The almost jet black hair hung just below the mid of her back. Her complexion was an offset of olive. Searching for something, he watched as she rummaged through a bag on the floor that he had not seen until now. Pulling out a pair of black panties, he watched from behind as she slipped them between her feet, slipped them up her legs and adjusted them around her gorgeous buttocks. Turning around she made her way toward him. Smiling, he saw that she had liquid blue eyes. Inviting eyes. Two whirlpools that looked deeply inviting. Coming up to him, she stopped. Glancing up, she took notice of the bra hanging from the ceiling fan. A faint smile came to her face. A wicked grin quickly replaced it. A coy and mischievous smile. It was obvious that she was clueless to his lack of knowledge about what had taken place this evening. He wanted to say something. However, no voice would come to his thoughts. He desperately wanted to ask her the when, where and how, but he was afraid. He truly had no idea where he was. He was even unable to remember his last clear thought, though he did remember his name and biographical background information. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by her lurching forward. The C or D cup breast bounced a little as she did so. Looking up once more, she smiled again. She made no effort to get the bra, however. She merely took grasp of another one that had been hanging from the bedpost. Turning around with her bra in hand, she exited back into the bathroom. With her now gone, his eyes focused on the other woman. A woman of similar age, he would guess mid twenties. She was blond. No, she really was. The curtain, which was little more than a landing strip, most definitely matched the drapes. Unlike, her friend, the blond was more lengthy and sporty. Her hips and bust were of more moderate proportions. Still, he guessed that she was on the better side of at least a B cup. Her hair was long, almost to the lower back and it went well with her lovely, long legs. She did glance up at him once or twice. Her eyes were almond brown as he found out when she glanced up at him once or twice while searching through her things. Unlike her friend, the items seemed to be located in the dresser. This gave him the belief that this was her place. He and the brunet must be visitors. Still, he could not quiet get up the nerve to ask just what this was. By her indifference he was not sure if she would have answered. While not openly hostile, she seemed a little more guarded with only him still in the room with her. It was more obvious that something of an intimate matter had taken place, though he had no idea what had taken place. No flashbacks, no incomplete memories. Nothing! He had no knowledge of ever meeting either one of them. This made him a little disconnected from what was transpiring before him, and he remembered his headache. It really did throb; a deep, pounding throb that was getting worse by the minute. When he glanced back her way, he realized that some time had passed. She was no longer bare with her back facing him. Again, like her friend, she had adorned her body with contemporary, yet feminine lingerie. She wore a hippy pair of white with a little lace bikinis and from the look of it, a matching t-shirt bra. Following this, she let a white; see through chemise with lace at the bottom fall onto her figure. It was followed most unexpectedly by a hip hugging pair of blue jeans. His voyeurism was than interrupted by a buzzing sound. It was her phone. Taking it in hand, she looked to be either looking at the caller id or going through her messages. Deep thought seemed to consume her every so briefly until her friend's voice brought her back to the present. "Why don't you stay for a while longer?" the brunet inquired, "I am sure I can make it worth the trouble." The playfulness in her voice was overt. It was becoming obvious that the two women were acquainted. The blond turned to him ever so briefly before glancing over at the brunet emerging once again from the bathroom. A sound of a toilet flushing and the sink still running in the background trailed behind her. Unlike her friend, the brunet was still in her bra and panties. It was only than that he took notice of the blonde's double take on her. She was eyeing her friend, if just every so slightly. "I've got to get to work," she said, tone deafly. She was serious. Walking across the room, she began to reach for a shirt. The brunet met her halfway, her finger tips grasping onto her friend as she picked up the sweater. Looking back over her shoulder at him, the blond girl just shook her head. It was obvious that there was very little dilemma. She was not that interested in what her brunet friend wanted, and he thought he might have an idea of what was on her mind. "Please..." the brunet whined. It was almost a young teenager's voice. It was cute, too cute. Her friend, however, was having none of it. "Look, I've really got to get going. I really can't be late for work again. I really, really need the hours. You might not need..." the blond dropped the utterance in mid sentence. "I gotta get going, call me later. I need to talk to you about something." "What?" the brunet asked. "Can't you just tell me now..." she dropped off. The brunet noticed that her friend was looking over her shoulder as she pulled on her sweater. "It can wait... Michelle." Walking over toward the dresser, she took hold of her phone and made her way to exit the bedroom, only to be caught in the arms of the brunet. It looked to be awkward for the blond. Just as she seemed to be warming to the idea, she literally shook her head to clear the thought. "I've really got to get going Michelle. Later!" Michelle backed up. The blond than coyly returned the smile. The snap had simply been a brief moment of annoyance. A full smile returned to her lips. Turning to look back over at him, the blond followed the direction of her friend's eyes. She was a bit more embarrassed than Michelle to make eye contact. "So how did you like it? Was it, better than you thought it would be? I mean, I know it was kind of sudden and all, but I think he was pretty good. He sure lasted for like, forever." An amused look came over the blond. Making eye contact with her friend again, she embraced Michelle again. They ever so briefly kissed. Not on the cheek, it was a passionate full lip on lip kiss. The blond than just as suddenly broke the kiss off. Glancing over at him for a final time, she smiled ever so briefly at him. The smile didn't seem to be forced. "It was alright." Pause. "He really wasn't that bad. He was pretty good for a guy." the blond responded in a moderately hushed tone. And than she was gone. With her friend now gone, Michelle seemed to turn her attention to him. A smile traced over her lips, which broke into a wicked grin. It was obvious that she was planning something. By the look on her face he really didn't have to think to hard about it. It was obvious. "So, Vincent do you think that you can get it up..." she paused. Under Pressure by Queen was playing. No, it wasn't playing, the song was a ring tone on her phone. Taking hold of her phone, she glanced at the screen. "I've got to take this, in private, sorry baby I'll be out... don't go anywhere," she mischievously said. Watching her leave, her buttocks swayed in a most alluring manner. Exiting and closing the door behind him, he was now alone. A since of panic began to consume him. He really had no idea who either of the women were or how he got here. The last clear memory he had was driving home in the midst of a rain storm. He did not know whether that was the night before. He somehow doubted it, and he didn't know why. While the headache was now only a dull ache relative to the intense throb that it had been, his heart began to pound in his chest. He was either on the verge of a panic attack or a heart attack. He was guessing the former. Worse, it was becoming clear to him that he had just been to bed with two very lovely ladies, and he didn't remember anything. Not a thing! Nothing was coming back to him. This filled him with a sense of dread, an ever growing feeling that he was loosing control. How would he even be able to have a conversation with her? Just as he began to ponder how to handle the situation, something he had been too distracted to come to the tip of his tongue, though it vanished just as quickly. She had reentered the bedroom. Phone in hand, an annoyed look on her face. This one was not focused on him, however. She was very much internalizing her anger at someone or something she had been talking about. When he came back into her view, she smiled warmly. "It looks like you are off the hook for now. Something important came up with my father. I've got to go and straighten out one of his clients." A deep pregnant paused fell between the two of them. "I'm not really sure when I'll be back, you really don't have to wait around all day for me. I really have no idea when I'm going to get back." A pause followed, and she inhaled a deep breath. "Damn my father, he can be so crass sometimes." Another short pause followed. "Feel free to show yourself out, I'm sure we can hook up again sometime later tonight or maybe tomorrow at the latest. Hopefully before tomorrow!" A bright, warm smile returned. With his mind still reeling, she went through her closet. Found a few items, stripped out of her panties and bra. Found a fresh panty and bra. He watched as she pulled on the rest of her clothes, and stopped in the bathroom to straighten up. When she exited, she was wearing a typical black woman's business suite; a black skirt, top with a white blouse underneath. Gone were the shoes, being replaced by high arched pumps. This classical yet, elegantly worn attire seemed to get an unexpected rise out of him. Until now, he had been too much in shock and awe, but now that he was growing increasingly comfortable with the situation, little Vincent wanted in on the scene. For her part, she was very happy to see him making his showing. It amused her when he made some uncomfortable adjustments in his black, silk like (micro fiber?) boxers. It stopped her. This latest development stopped her cold in her tracks. Moving toward him, she whispered in an unnecessarily hushed tone, "You know if you want I could help take care of that for you. I mean you kind of left us a bit early last night." He looked puzzled. She saw his confusion. "Don't get me wrong, you were great... you were really good. You really put a lot of e-f-f-o-r-t into it. Don't worry. It's just the simple mechanics of the issue. You're a guy. I am a woman, were women and well, she kept me up a while longer." A tremor went through her, she was a bit shaky. "Speaking of her, she is really good with her tongue. I mean like really, really good." An almost dazed look came over her, though she quickly snapped out of the trance like state. "What am I doing? Sorry. I've got to get going. I'm already running late. I really don't need to be thinking about these things, it will only delay me all the more." Silence as she made one last bathroom visit. Coming out she reminded him, "Feel free to do whatever. Just don't..." she motioned to his nether region "discharge any unnecessary bullets while I'm gone." With that she was gone. He was now Alone... So there he was, alone, with neither of the women. Oddly, they never showed any signs that he was at a loss for who they were and where he was. The last memory he had was now becoming clear. It was after work he believed, in the late afternoon. He was going to pick up coffee. A double shot soy latte at a local coffee house, the Smoked Bean. He had a friendly conversation with the barista. A friendly college student, who was working at the Smoked Bean to help supplement her income, something that was badly needed. A sense of ever brief relief came over him. At least he could remember her. She was a bit on short side, mildly overweight and he guessed of Mediterranean descent, but the topic to the best of his knowledge never entered the conversation. What he remembered most about her was her personality. She had an intense drivenness about her. It was almost like a blinding rage, yet on the surface she was very relaxed with almost a carefree attitude. They had gotten into a conversation after she had revealed to him that she was double majoring in philosophy and anthropology. He had taken a number of anthropology courses as part of his general course requirements back in the day in order to obtain an undergraduate degree in Government Studies. Oddly, this had crossed paths with one of her core passions. She loved kooky conspiracy theories. It wasn't that she believed them, but rather she loved to research into their origins, and breakdown the conspiracy at its core. Her favorite topic of interests at that moment had been the MKULTRA Project. It was an alleged black research project run by the CIA that had used psychedelics, among other things to establish mind control over their research subjects. For his part, he had little interest in MKULTRA. He had of course heard about it during his early undergraduate days, but had filed it under little more than government propaganda. We had been in a Cold War at the time with the Soviets. America, like the Soviets had been looking for an edge. If this meant putting out disinformation or wild, fantastical stories in order to create paranoia in the enemy, so much the better. He saw little difference between MKULTRA and psychic experiments that both the Americans and Soviets had conducted at roughly the same time that the alleged MKULTRA research was going on. Sure, they had some basis in reality, but for the most part there was little tangible evidence. What gaps had presented themselves we filled in by individuals with no association with the program. Or in the case of remote viewing, by individuals who either actually believed in their madness or had some alternate agenda. In truth, he didn't care either way. He was not expecting the men in black arriving by way of a so-called Whisper Helicopter to show up at his doorstep. He believed in aliens and government voodoo about as much as he believed in a god or gods, which was to say very little, if at all. Still, he was intrigued and drawn into their conversation. He played along with her. Their conversations would sometimes last a good hour, though they would dial it down when other customers entered her place of work. These encounters continued for a good few months. Nothing became of their interactions. It was clearly just a platonic relationship. He could not even remember a time that either had expressed a sexual desire in the other. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 02 Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). Synopsis: A man awakens to no memory of the night before, and conflicting recollections to his true identity. This is the second chapter in the story arc. I hope you enjoy this submission! As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged. *********************************** Standing Under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall Chapter 1, Part 1: "You Can't Go Home Again" They were in bed together, both on their sides and curled up together. Cassandra was on the bottom; Michelle has spooning up against her, their bottom legs intertwined. Her breasts pressing against the upper should and neck of Cassandra. It was a peaceful pose. Almost idyllic in the sensuality that it expressed. He did not know what to make of it. Michelle was either falling hard and fast for this new girl or she was just the latest in a series of third wheels that their relationship might have endured. He wasn't sure, as he couldn't remember. At that very moment Michelle's eyes flew open. She blinked twice and then her vision focused in on him. A fleeting smile began to trace her lips, but vanished just as suddenly when he began to back out of the doorway. Out in the kitchen, he waited, though she was a no show for a considerable period of time. A thought crossed his mind about whether it might be in his best interest to write her a note. He was not given the chance, however. Just as he had grabbed a pen and paper, she walked through the doorway of the bedroom, and taking grasp of him led him away through the kitchen and down the corridor into guest room at the end. As they walked, he trailed slightly behind and remained silent. This introduced an added measure of complexity into the formula. He wanted to do one of two things. First, he wanted to argue with her over what the hell that was all about, and then he wanted to leave. The trouble was the sway of her hips from side to side was very inviting and disconcerting at the same time. The more he thought about, the less likely that this was his life. He began to almost have a sense of guilt about their relationship. He was not Vincent or so he believed, but she didn't know that, and he didn't know how to tell her it. Stopping, she waited for him to pass her by before closing the door behind him. Looking on, he found it a bit hard to concentrate. She wore only a lacy white bra that looked to be two sizes too small for her. She was nude below. The landing strip began to look rather alluring to his rapidly swelling manhood. Above was a chain wrapped around and hanging from her toned stomach. A naval piercing was focused centrally in her figure. Casting his eyes up, he saw her breasts. They seemed to be struggling to free themselves against the material of white, lacy bra. A snap of her fingers later, his eyes returned to her face. Now looking at her, the expression on her face changed from one of mild annoyance, to moderate understanding. A smile came over her. Michelle was happy to see him. "Your late again, Vincent!" Michelle mocked him. "I really expect better of you. I gave you a chance when I called you last night. What do you expect, I was lonely and she was more willing than you were?" "So did you... you, know?" he guessed his head forward (as if toward the bedroom). "Did we fuck? You seriously want to know if... Seriously? I'm not sure, you walked in on us in a naked embrace, sleeping... what do you think?" she ridiculed. He winced. "So where does this leave me in all of this?" "My boyfriend," she mumbled a bit unnerved. "And her?" Closing her eyes, she held still for a minute as to compose herself. "Honestly, I think I am falling for her a bit, though I don't think she falls into girlfriend status at the moment. Why do you care so deeply? It's not like I am your one and only g-i-r-l-friend. We're not even a real couple. You know that I am more into women than men. I'm just fringe benefits of your job. You're girl toy." He winced at this. It was a bit more than he expected. To the best of his knowledge, Vincent worked for her father under a subdivision headed by Mr. Blackstone. She was the boss's daughter of the parent company; this put her at the top end of their relationship. He had no knowledge of another girlfriend, nor did he know that she bent more to the lesbian side of her bi-sexuality. If he could have guessed, he would have placed her somewhere between bi-curious and full on bi-sexual. "Wait, I'm employed by your father, and what do you mean by other women?" he stuttered. Michelle shook her head; a look of bewilderment. "You did work for my father... right up until you arranged a coup under the direction of Mr. Blackstone. The company is still publicly in my father's name, but your subdivision is running the show. As for me, the last I checked we were engaged, but I've known for sometime that there were other women. I am not stupid, Vincent! Our engagement is a little more than show to please the board of directors by showing that my father is still in charge of his company." A short of numbness went through same. It took everything in his being to not give a visible trace of his lack of knowledge about this rather startling revelation. He began to get a feeling that no matter how real this was, it had to be a dream. She had essentially spelled out for him what their relationship status was in two sentences. A long moment of silence followed between them, his facial now expression showed doubt, and this puzzled her all the more. His facade was beginning to crack. "As for Cassandra, she is the latest in about a half dozen women that I've been with since, well you know." Actually, he didn't, but he wasn't about to inquiry into what he didn't know. "It's just as much your fetish as it is mine. You love seeing me with other women, though you are usually a bit more involved than you have been as of recent." Stopping in mid sentence, she looked him over again. "You really haven't been yourself recently. Maybe you should have them run another MRI." Vincent felt a chill run down his spine. She obviously was implying that he was either sick or had been in an accident. He smiled. Not sure what else to do, he played as if he had just been "playing with her." It sounded like something this guy would do. She gave him a wicked grin. Michelle fell for a bit of the deception that he had been trying to portray as intentional. The wicked grin gave way to more of a shy, reserved tone. "You know you can be so tricky some times. For a minute you actually had me believing that you had some kind of memory latency issue or something after the... well, you know... ever since..." Moving forward, he felt her grasp onto his privates. Michelle gave him a wicked smile. He of course had no idea what she was making reference of. He guessed based on the vague hints that it had to be some kind of accident. "Still, maybe you should get checked out. We wouldn't want any ghosts in the machine," she uttered mockingly. Coming up, she kissed him full on the lips. He of course let her; he even returned the kiss ever so briefly before backing away. "Yeah..." he whispered, through clenched teeth. "Tell you what; I'll see what I can do to get her ass up and out of here faster." Taking a few steps, she turned and said, "Just let me handle this. I really like her, and you know how shy she is around men. "Huh?" was his response. An amused laugh came from her at his lack of a retort. "Honestly, I think she still thinks this is her affair." By this she must have meant that their brief interlude had led to relations that Cass did not believe he knew about. Oddly enough, this made him all the more in need of her. Taking a seat, he began to understand why he could have fallen for her. What he did not understand is what she meant "ghosts in the machine." A haunting thought than ran through his mind. He had remembered reading about carbon sleeves or constructs when he was younger, though it was only in the realm of complete science fiction, and purposed futurism thought experiments. It was essentially a life form that was grown to maturity and then the consciousness of another individual was transferred over through a partial brain. His hand instinctively went to the back of his head. He felt no scaring; he felt nothing out of the ordinary. A moment later, a feeling of stupidity came over him. It was obvious that this was not the answer. He was not living in a sleeve. There was something much more boring and benign to what was going on, and he needed to get to the bottom of it. He just had no idea how to do so. His mind was brought back to the present by laughter. Taking his cue, or what he perceived to be a cue, he made his way down the corridor. The dining room, living room and kitchen were still empty. The bedroom door was open. With him in view, a figure stepped out. Michelle. She had an angry look on her face. Waiving him back, he ducked around the corner. Doing so, he could not help but feel silly. If he was the type of man Michelle had described him as, he should go in their and demand that both women pleasure him or else. The trouble was that he was beginning to understand that he was not that man. He didn't know how, but he knew that he was not Vincent. At least he was not her Vincent. A few minutes later, he could hear the running of the shower and the closing of the door. He believed this to be the bathroom door. Moving quickly through the kitchen and into the bedroom his assumption turned out to be correct. The two women had gone into the bathroom together. He really didn't know what he was doing in her bedroom. The intention had not been to spy on them. The thought of searching through the remaining items he had left in her closet was high on his mind. While he could not deny that he was unbelievable turned on by this, he really had little interest in sticking around. He had enough foresight to realize that nothing good could become of this. Not even two five minutes after they had entered the shower together, he saw that the door knob was twisting. He froze once again, but managed to back out of the bedroom before his girlfriend emerged from the bathroom. She caught him in the kitchen. Oddly, she was still wearing the white bra, but now had on lacy white panties as well. Her anger was mocking and joyous. She was teasing him, "and doing a good job," he thought. Moments later, he had watched her pulled a pair of blue jeans up, the type that had rips by design in him. It had been a fad back in his early years, but he couldn't remember when it had gained popularity again. Then again, he really was not into the latest fashion trends, so he really had no idea what was "in." She gave him a come-hither motion with her finger. He had followed behind her like a puppy dog. Embracing him by the closet, she fell into him, and the two of them began to make out with reckless abandon. He really wanted to pull away. Her smooth lips and straining bust up against him were just too much. Little could be done to pull away. Just as their making out had reached a fevered pitch, they heard Cassandra. Michelle looked like a deer caught in the headlights as she stopped and backed away from him. Obviously, she had been a little caught up in the moment as well. They were both in a state of panic. Mere seconds from now, Cassandra was going to come through the door, and find him with his girlfriend. A bit of a wicked idea crossed Michelle, opening the closet; she pushed him inside and shut the door behind him. A second later, he heard Cassandra reenter the room. A surprised Michelle tried to compose herself. He was hidden between a number of her long dresses and evening gowns. Michelle really did have a naughty side to her. Some of them were very revealing. That was not it, however. The elongated mirror built into her closet was in reality a two way mirror. He had a completely unobstructed view of what was going on. He wondered if he was the one that had them installed, he had the fetish after all for seeing his girlfriend with other women. Cassandra came up to Michelle. Her lengthy, sporty figure was nude. Her moderate breast high on her figure and the landing strip between her legs looked to be intact, though freshly trimmed. For her part, Michelle looked nervously over at the closet. Obviously, this had not been part of her plan. Maybe getting a flash of her body was, but this was a little too intimate. Her friend's eyes blazed with desire that even he could see. "Ah, Cass, what are you doing?" She backed away from Cass. Michelle now looked nervous. "Weren't you about to take a shower?" Coming up to Michelle, she bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. An ensuing passionate kiss came about. Michelle was only able to break free after a bit of a struggle. "How about we take a shower together?" A long pause came between them. "I could really use a...." Cassandra seemed unwilling to have any of it. Continuing to kiss, she was forcing her back toward the bed. Fright gave way to lust as Cass worked her magic on Michelle's neck. This seemed to be a weak spot for her. She was no longer glancing over in his direction. Unbuttoning her jeans, she exposed the white panties beneath as she rolled them part way down. Falling to the floor, Cass began to kiss the naval of Michelle, and she cooed in response. Working her way back up, they kissed on the lips once more. An even more passionate kiss was exchanged this time. "I love how my bra looks on you. It can barely contain your breast," Cass laughed. They kissed once more. Cassandra was just going for the back of her bra when the dresser buzzed. Michelle woke up out of her trace. She now eyed the phone over Cassandra's shoulder. "Leave it," Cass sternly warned. "I can't, I'm sorry," Michelle responded, a ting of regret in her voice. Walking over to the phone, she picked it up, and Cassandra let her head hang. "Damn girl." Silence as Michelle checked the text message. "I'm going to go grab that shower." A moment or two later she was gone. Emerging for the closet, she smiled at him. Her arms went around his neck; she pulled him in close and kissed him passionately, but only ever so briefly before pulling away once again. He could still see a deep desire flaring in her eyes. "It looks like that was a close call, you got lucky," he whispered. "You didn't though," she mumbled. Pulling him down close again, she whispered in his ear, "I think if not for that phone call, you would have gotten a chance to watch her eat my pussy once again." She moved out of his grasp, and he followed after a reluctant gasp on his part. Out in the living room, they embraced and kissed a last time. "I'll see you later. Let me know how things go. It looks like..." "Nothing is going to happen, my father's personal assistant just texted me. My father beckons me. Cassandra is not going to be happy." He was now in the hallway, and her head was around the door. "Michelle, where are you?" Cass asked, in the background. Rolling her eyes, Michelle mouthed the words, "later," and shut the door behind him. Chapter 2, Part 2: "That Sinking Feeling..." From the moment that he left her apartment he had come to the conclusion that something really was amiss. It was not all in his head. What he could not explain is why he seemed to have two identities. Their short conversation in the guest bedroom had raised more questions than it had answered. He had no idea what she meant by "ghosts in the machine," though he was guessing that it was not something as simply as an accident. Further, his change in appearance did not explain the conflicting sets of memories that he had. It was as if he had lived two alternate lives. He began to wonder if maybe his current identity was actually the true one, and that his alternative composite self was little more than an identity break. There were other memories, deeply hidden, that had been their since his original wake up, and had been slowly leaking out ever since. That night he spent held up in his townhome. He did a lot of research, though most of it only raised more questions. What he could establish is that Michelle had not been lying. Everything she had said was true or at least he believed it was plausible given the evidence of company records before him. The trouble was that he didn't really have access to company records off site. His main account had been locked out. He was informed to contact the network administrator to get his credentials updated. Given the circumstances, he really did not think that would be a good idea. He only hoped that the audit process of progressing account information was not so locked down as to log every failed attempt at logon, and trace back the IP. He of course had not been naive enough to try to login with an IP issued by his internet service provider. Still, spoofing by going through a number of servers did not realistically narrow his chances of being identified by more than a few extra steps. It would only buy him some time. If they really wanted to find out who was behind the failed signin attempts, they could. As for local documents, he was amazed at the wealth of information stored locally. He literally had droves of information on the company. It would not be unrealistic to assume that Mr. Fairborne lacked trust in others. No, he was paranoid. The information collected seemed to be corporate policies, background checks, mission statements and classified documents. This information was almost at his finger tips. The operative word being "almost." The trouble was that he did not have any real memories of his "current" life as yet. He seemed to slowly be regaining basic elements of his day to day life, but that unfortunately did not include passwords. Overcoming the security in order to bypass the login had been simple enough. For the most part everything here was of out of box Unix and Windows stock. It took very little effort to crack when one had local access to the systems. Where it became complicated, however, was with encrypted storage volumes. Nothing was in the clear. Some of the file names were readily accessible on files that had not been placed within encrypted containers and, or volumes, but that did little but taunt him. None of the very limited memories of "his" life proved useful. The man did not use his birthday, girlfriend's nick name or any of the common used passwords. He did find a script for password generation. It was set by default to create between 64 and 256 random character phrases. The scheme employed seemed to be of the industry standard AES 128bit or greater. Some of the other algorithms being used seemed to be very proprietary. The trouble was that the information was written to external devices and not local storage. No swap drives were present and no files were cached to local internal boot or storage drives. This made recovery a bit difficult. He was not certain if no information of the hard disk was recoverable, but with the tools at his disposable, it was highly unlikely. By now his neck was beginning to hurt. His back had become sore hours ago. His wrists ached. He was getting another headache, and going through caffeine withdrawal at the same time. After pounding down over 2000mg of caffeine, and still growing more and more fatigued with each passing moment, he decided to call it a night. He had been on this quest for the better part of the day. Beginning in the early morning hours after returning from Michelle's and it was now 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Uncovering the secrets to Blackfoot Securities was going to have to wait another day. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 03 Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). Synopsis: A man awakens to no memory of the night before, and conflicting recollections to his true identity. This is the first chapter in a planned story arc. I hope you enjoy this submission! As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged. ************************************************ Standing Under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall Chapter 3, Part 1: "By Dawn's Eerie Light" Michael was awoken started, the second time in the last week. He found himself in what looked to be a bedroom. It was not that luxury penthouse suite at Solaire One. The room was much smaller, maybe half the size. The main source of light came from a two panel, a sliding glass window that was directly to the forefront of his bed. The blinds were down, but enough light from the moon was coming through as to allow him a good glimpse of his surroundings. He was in a bed. The textile feel of the sheets was dissimilar to what he had slept in at either her penthouse or his townhome. Gone were the satin sheets, massive pile of pillows and multiple fluffy comforters. In place, a cotton sheet and blanket with two pillows beneath his propped up head. Above him whirled a single ceiling fan. To his right was a closet, and to his left, a television on what looked to be a wooden dresser. The television was a wide flat panel model, it looked to be an LCD, but he could not be sure. His vision was a bit off. The room was spinning and he saw what looked to be auras before his eyes. A sudden urged consumed him. He needed to get to a bathroom. Moving up in bed, his feet quickly hit a rug that covered the hard wood below. Only when he reached a standing position did he realize that something was not right. He felt different. His sense of balance was off. His upper body felt a bit sluggish. Looking around, in search of a door, he found the room seemed to be larger around him. He felt shorter. Finding the bedroom door, to the left of the night stand on the television side of the bedroom, he walked out into the corridor. To his right down the hallway he could not be sure. It was too dark. A glimpse down at the floor gave him pause. His feet looked to be unusually petite. A thought entered his mind, but he dismissed it. Looking to his left, he took sight of destination. The bathroom door was ajar with a nigh light emanating through. Moving into the bathroom, he barely had time to shut the door before an overwhelming need to relieve himself consumed him. Hovering over the toilet, he struggled with the ties on his robe. In the very next motion, he pulled down his boxers as well. Not bothering to take hold of his manly vestige, he felt his bladder let go. What he did not hear, however, was the sound of urine making contact with water. Instead, a warm feeling of wetness began to spread from his lower region and down his right thigh. As the liquid sprayed he began to get an unnerving feeling taking over him. Struggling to control his bladder, he managed to long enough to take a seat on the toilet and finish his business. What gave him pause was the sudden realization that something was seriously wrong. He felt between his legs, but could not find his cock. Springing to his feet, he moved his body in a twisting motion to his left and grasped onto the sink counter top. Look up, after a momentary pause into the sink. The face that looked back at him was another foreign face. A more oval face with big blue eyes and long black hair, it was the face of a young woman. A sudden throbbing in his head and queasiness in his stomach overcame him. She tasted the first metallic fluids coming up from her stomach and a moment later she vomited the contents into the bathroom sink. Fall to the floor; she exerted great effort to make it back over to get within range of the toilet before vomiting again, again and again into the confines of the bowl. Having only brief moments of clarity between bouts of vomiting, she could not help but wonder how this had all come to be. Only after it was all over, and she was resting, back braced up against the wall next to the toilet that some sense of sanity had come over her. It had been a dream. Vincent Davidson, Michael Lincoln and Blackfoot Securities were all figments of her imagination. What she could not sake was how real it had felt. The fictional scenario that had played in her mind took place over multiple days. The trouble was that the dream was already beginning to fade as her head cleared. Still, she remembered enough to realize how disjointed it was. The final few minutes she did still remember quiet clearly. She had been at a park in Minnesota, a state that she believed now that she had never been too. It had ended with Michelle surprising her, dressed in a paramilitary uniform when only minutes prior she had been in street clothes. Michelle had shot her, everything had gone dark and than she had woken up startled. Unbelievable, she thought. With her mind slowly returning the present situation, she found herself crunched in a ball. Her arms wrapped around her upright knees. She was unintentionally making a rocking motion with her body. Coming to her senses now, she abruptly stopped and tried to stand up. Having to grapple onto the towel rack above her, she slowly managed to get back to her shaky feet. A moment later she was standing. Curiosity than overtook her fear. For the second time she had no memory of who she was. What worried her is this time it felt real. The imagery around her had more of a concrete feeling. It seemed more logical. Moving over to the mirror, she took a second glance. Slowly memories of who she was began flooding her consciousness. A surreal feeling of comfort took hold throughout her being. She felt alive again, and oddly enough, secure. Secure in her surroundings. The woman looking back at her in the mirror was Michelle Lincoln. A young woman in her mid-twenties looked back at her. The not so unfamiliar feeling of Jamais vu was rapidly reseeding. The girl in the mirror was her. She had straight, chestnut brunette hair down to the small of her back. Her eyes were liquid blue. Exoticness came from her high cheekbones. This gave her a Eurasian look or maybe Native American lineage. Wait, what she thought to herself. Why was she questioning her ancestry? Her mother was Scottish, her father Finnish and Korean. Letting her hands fall, she felt her robe open with no support from her arms. Her bust spilled out into the open. Well, that might have been a bit arrogant, though they were more than a handful. They were a 34c cups that bordered on 34d(d). They were not natural of course. They had been a gift for her high school graduation. Her father had reluctantly paid for the operation after much pleading and begging on her behalf, and even a bit of encouragement from her own mother. Letting her eyes fall further, as her palms continued to encase her breasts, she saw her navel and its piercing. Still, lower she saw the first signs of her nether region. She was not clean shaving like many of her friends. She left a little landing strip of hair above her lips. An entirely shaving or waxing had always made her feel like too much of a little girl or a cheap porn actress. Coming to her senses at that moment, a tremendous awareness of guilt enveloped her. What was she doing? Letting her hands fall to her side, she braced herself as she tightly tied her robe shut. Closing her eyes, she shook her head ever so slight, only to feel the intense ache of what had been a pounding headache. Had she been eyeing herself in the mirror, no not eyeing herself, but rather checking herself out? An unnerving sentiment ran through her, yet at the same time a little thrill went up her spine. When had she become so vain, she thought? Having enough, she stepped back from the mirror. Somewhat embarrassingly, she picked up the boxers, silky, rather manly trunks of a maroon color and made her exodus from the bathroom after flushing the toilet more than once and washing down the sink as best she could. Out in the hall, she did not bother to stop at her room, but instead made her way forward. Taking pause at the narrow corridor that followed her bedroom. A washer and dryer lined the wall on her right, while a long counter with clothes hangers overhead was on her left. Spotting on clothes basket below the counter, she tossed the soiled boxers in. Moving out beyond was the foyer. It amounted to little more than a door and a nondescript welcome doormat. To her right was another short corridor that led into the kitchen. A dining room hutch was on the far left hall, while the usual refrigerator, stove, microwave and sink were in an open box arrangement on the other side. It was only than that her ears picked up on laughter, feminine voices coming from what the room behind the boundaries of the kitchen. Well, that wasn't really true. She had heard the laughter after having exited the bathroom, but had put it out of mind at the time. Though now, she was intrigued. Moving onward, she peered into the living room. Unlike the other rooms so far, this one was brightly lit by two overhead ceiling fans. One over the portion of the room was what best can be described as a makeshift dining area, which consisted of little more than a table. On the other, the more traditional living room with a sofa and two chairs. A glass coffee table was positioned in front of the sofa and before the two chairs came to an end. The end wall housed a fireplace built into the brick structure of the room. Only than did she take notice of two lounging faces looking her way. One, the blond, was Cassandra Graham. A tall and leggy woman with straight hair down to her assented curved between her beautiful but oh-so firm buttocks and her lower back. Her eyes were sparkling, though more frosty than her own blue. Maybe being more of the blue-gray variety was a more accurate term. Her bust, a 36b, while not as pronounced as her own, went well on her tall, winding frame of roughly five feet and eleven inches. The girl was almost six feet, and was easily so in a nice pair of high heels. Beside her was Samantha Eve Carmichael. Everyone called her Eve, she really never like the name Samantha, and her brother was named Samuel, which made for some confusing times for the two of them. Hence, why she liked being called Eve. A smile came to her lips; Michelle returned the smile, though weakly. The girl was a Latin beauty by way of Texas. She stood five inches removed from the tall blond at five-six. Unlike Cassandra, she had more of a sporty than lengthy figure with 34b breast; something that Michelle had always found intriguing for it was rather unusual. Her rich dark brown hair hung just above the mid of her back. Her face though was her beauty with its cute noise, deep brown eyes and a coy, but wicked smile. They two women were friends of her older sister. She was rooming with them while she completed her undergraduate work. It had been her older sister's idea. Shauna had made a wonderfully convincing case for getting free room and board. They owed her a favor, and were all to willing to pay back on their debt. What this mysterious debt was had gone unnamed, and to this day, almost a semester later she had no clue, though she did have some theories. There was only one caveat. Cassandra and Eve were gay, well lesbians or so she had thought. What was true, they were in a relationship having meet when they were undergraduates with her sister and the three were sharing a residence. What would better define them were two girls of fluid sexuality, who on a pendulum moved more toward lesbianism than being straight. Still, they both had an eye for the occasional guy, Eve more so than Cassandra. To the best of her knowledge, neither had ever acted out their impulses, and had remained faithful to each other. Cassandra was 24 and worked as a paralegal at a local law office, Smith-Klein-Robertson and Associates. Her own dreams of law school on hold because of undergraduate student loan debt. Eve was 25 and split her time between working as a barista in a coffee house near campus, the Smoked Bean and doing some semi irregular semi-professional photography. Her job as a photographer had at the moment not really panned out, hence the need for a supplemental income from the café. At the moment, she was exploring night classes for a master's degree in public administration from Evergreen State College. Michelle, only 23 at the moment was two years removed from where she wanted to be in life. To be fair, she had dropped out of school for a while to pursue other interests. None of them had panned out, and before long she found herself back at school and a degree change later she was on the verge of graduation with an undergraduate degree in computer science. Only than did she realized that they both had long wine glasses in hand. The aroma in the air was not fruity, however. It was of mint smell, a peppermint fragrance really. A little tingle began to settle in her stomach, not of the flu like but rather inviting manner. She knew that she was getting wet as well, and not from the accident in the bathroom moments removed from her mind. No, it was from the scene laid out before her eyes. Nothing at all provocative about their dress, but they looked and smelt lovely all the same. A bit embarrassing really, she wondered if they could smell her arousal, though doubted it. Michelle thought to herself, "I really need a shower about now." "So how are you feeling?" Cassandra asked. More than a hint of a worried tone traced the words as they left her cute lips. Coming over, the taller woman leaned down into her. Cass embracing her in a hug, and Michelle felt breasts pressing into her upper shoulder. A sweet smile forming on her face. "Huh?" Michelle numbly whispered. Her ever growing arousal was becoming a bit more of a concern to her. A gently, but ever present throb was starting to arise between her legs. At the moment, it was more of a gently pulse, but in due time it would become a needy ache if she did not get herself away from this situation. Still, she could not but help looking at either Cass or Eve. Cass still pressed firmly against her was wearing a silky chemise of a floral red orchid print with black lace trim. It felt so silky. Her hands were at the moment resting on at her side, but the material had come into contact with arms as Cass embraced her. She struggled with her own urge not to cup her luscious buttocks with her own palms and grind her pussy into outstretched leg that had come in-between her legs, pressing up against the puffy material of her maroon robe. Not unlike what she had seen the two of them engage in one night when they thought that she had not been present. She had, hidden from view by the darkness of the laundry room. Looking over at Eve, she saw a look of worry on her face as well. Unlike her friend, Eve was dressed in a simply overhanging gray long sleeve cotton shirt with a pair of black micro fiber boi shorts that had only a hint of lace at the top. Still, she was none the less just as unbelievable sexy. Just as a feeling slightly more intense began to take hold, Eve let go and slowly back away. "We were a bit worried honey. That looked to be quite the migraine." Eve said. "So that what's happened, it explained the vomiting upon waking up," she thought to herself. Still, it didn't explain the memory loss or the usually, intense and detailed dream. An eerie and what seemed almost foreboding dream that she remembered very little of by now. What she could not sake was her symptoms at been in reverse. Usually she got an aura, got a headache and nausea, vomited some and fell asleep exhausted. Rarely was she still sick to that degree upon waking up after a migraine attack. "I'm fine," her voice squeaked. Really it was more of a husk that a squeak. They looked all the more concerned. "I'm serious; I just have a bit of a dry throat... that's all." Well relatively speaking, she was fine. Still, she found a need to vacate for the comfort of her bedroom. "Ok, honey," Cass sweetly squeaked. This was followed by laughter from both Cass and Eve. Rolling her eyes, her laughter suppressed by her growing desire, she made a cute face. "I'm going to go grab a shower, I really need one." A long pause, and than, "Maybe, I'll join you guys in a bit." Now turned, she began to walk back. "Don't count on it, honey," Cass uttered. Puzzled, Michelle glanced over at them. Eve and Cassandra had one set of their hands joined through the fingers. "We've got some pressing... ah, business to attend to," Eve lustfully countered. "I wouldn't wait up," Cass mocked. "It might be a while." The words escaping her mouth as she eyed her lover. The arousal by now was beginning to flood Michelle's being. She wanted so desperately to throw them off there confident little playfulness by asking if she could join them, but she knew that would be really awkward. She was straight, not even bi. She was between boyfriends at the moment, but she was still into men, wasn't she? Oddly, that was a bit of a puzzling question. The answer seemed to be, "No, not really..." she thought. "I'll see you two tomorrow, I guess," Michelle mumbled more to herself than them. They responded in kind with a bit of laughter. Making her way back, she rapidly walked back into her bedroom. She was now a bit annoyed. Not just at them, not even really them at all, but rather her bodily response to their implied intentions, and just being in the presence of them. In truth, this had been going on since she had first moved in. Back than she had thought of herself as straight with a bit of a bi-curious edge. This was not all that uncommon with women. The transformation had come about slowly. At first she only found that she was drawn to them on a curious level. This soon gave way to an emotional need to be around them. Now, recently she was becoming outright aroused when they were present, like tonight. This was embarrassing and bewildering. Her desire for men had pretty much dropped. Fearing that something wrong was going on, she tried to do what many in her place would have done. Michelle tried to fuck the curiousness out of her. It didn't work. The encounters, while only two were not at all satisfying. One with an ex-boyfriend and another, a friend that she met in a prerequisite Astronomy class she was taking. Carlos, her ex-boyfriend had been as clumsy as ever. He somehow had gotten the impression that endless thrusting with his seven inch cock made all women crust over in waves of orgasmic ecstasy. It had never worked for her, not even when they had been dating. It only hurt, if somehow he didn't go off a few minutes after entering her. That night, about a week ago had been one of those nights. He had wailed away at her for a solid twenty minutes, which might have been a new record for him. Twenty minutes of semi continuous in and out thrusting. Annoyed, she worked her pussy muscles at a fever pitch to eventually get his rocks off. Michelle had not bothered to show him even the remotest sign of pleasure. Afterward, she collected her things and left. James had been a bit better. He was not blessed like Carlos in the size of his package, but was much more thoughtful. This went a long way with her. At a little over five inches, at least it didn't hurt. He had even offered to go down on her before, she accepted by found his wayward tongue to not really be working to her advantage. Some fairly good sex had followed. Not really passionate parse, but it was better than average. He had lasted long enough for what usually got her off, but that night she just could not seem to push herself over the edge. Sensing that he was about to cum, she faked an orgasm, which even she had to admit seemed pretty convincing and than excused herself to the bathroom. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 03 In the bathroom, a public bath on the women's side of his dormitory hall, she had locked herself in the stall. A frenzied attempt at trying to get off followed and she pictured every possible scenario with a guy that she could think of, even more than one guy, which almost always seemed to do the trick. That night, however, she got nothing out of it. Her thoughts unknowingly at first, switched to that of a cute girl. A leggy brunet who always sat in the role ahead of her at the planetarium next to her muscular clean shaven Iranian boyfriend. Her thoughts changed to them going down on each other minus the boyfriend. Moments later she erupted like a volcano, or had it been a series of volcanic eruptions? It really didn't matter. It had been humiliating and scary. Afterward, she was cleaning up outside the bathroom stalls at a sink in front of side long mirror. She was pretty confused. Still, she spied two gals entering the stalls. One rather forgettable, mostly for the bitchy attitude that she had projected toward her, but the other was a short five-three or so girl. A cheerleader she believed. The face looked familiar; she believed she had seen her at one of the football games that she had gone to with Cass and Eve. Her body sure fit the build of that of a cheerleader, she thought. Her smile had sent a bit of a chill down her spine and a bit of a warming sensation between her legs. What worse, when she did finally return home, she found that Cass and Eve were being intimate in the living room. They did there best to cover up, but there was only so much the blanket on the floor of the living room, where the coffee table usually was could hide. Without saying a word, she moved passed them and into her bedroom. She was annoyed with them, and really had no right to be given that she had told them she planned on spending the night with James. Still, she was. Locking the door behind her, she flopped down on the bed and soon her thoughts returned to the girl from astronomy class. She really tried to resist the temptation to masturbate. It had not felt right. However, she had anyway... twice! She did the horrible deed once in her bedroom, in bed and once, in the shower while trying to cool off. The second time, her third time that night had been intense. It had begun innocently enough with the shower head and ended with her on the shower floor, struggling to catch her breath. The multiple orgasms had just sort of snuck up on her, and she had lost count after the second climax. That had been over a month ago, and needless to say, the sudden arousal for her own gender had complicated her living arrangement with Cass and Eve. Now suddenly, she was back in her room. Her robe was partially open and her right hand was between her legs. Guilt had overtaken her now, and she had pulled her hand reluctantly away. Chapter 3, Part 2: "Three is a Crowd." Michelle woke started once again. "Damn, now what?" she thought. Her vision came into focus. Looking over at her wireless phone, recharging ever so silent, she saw that it was only 4:08am. A mere six hours since she had drifted off a second time that night. As she adjusted her position in bed, she came to the sudden realization that her body was damp. Her breasts felt like two heavy mounds on her chest. She had worn no bra when she went back to bed. The only clothes that she had on were a single pair of black hipsters. They had looked a bit like what Eve had on, though they were not a bit skimpier. Letting her right hand drift between her legs, she found that they were pretty damp. Trying to think back to what she was dreaming about did little good. If she had been dreaming, and that seemed a more than likely given the evidence, the thoughts had left her by now. Only a few moments after dreaming she had not the vaguest notion on what her dream had been about. Someone was moaning or groaning in the background. Unaware of the location, she sat up in bed. All she could hear were light whimpers and some rhythmic moaning. Deciding to forgo anymore sleep, she got out of bed. Feet hitting the carpet, she walked over to her closet, and search around. Finding a nylon stretch form fitting shirt, she slipped it on. Feeling a light tingle and warm feeling as the material skid down across her bust all the way down past her stomach. Unlike the gray long sleeve shirt Eve had been wearing, this one did not cover most of her panties. Actually, it didn't cover them at all. Cutting off just a little past her naval, nor did her shirt push out her bust like this shirt did. She was in a frisky mood, and felt like teasing back. The playfulness had been the fault of some of her pent up tension. Socks followed the shirt, and moments later she found herself bracing for a rather erotic display as she left the borders of her bedroom. The walk down the corridor was as dark as ever. Not wanting to startle them, she kept the lights off as she made her way past the laundry room and made a tight turn at the kitchen. To her surprise, the living room was empty. Making her way forward, she saw that a trace amount of light was escaping from their bedroom. Her shoulders became tense. The curiosity of the melody was beginning very tempting. Coming to the door, she looked inside and saw that at the very other end of the mini corridor, the door to their private bath was closed tight. The same could not be said for the one directly ahead of her. It lead into their bedroom. It was ajar, though not to the degree as the door behind her. Unable to help herself, she seamlessly slipped through the first door and paused as she came up to the crack in the door. She was not really sure what to expect. A few scenarios rapidly played through her mind's eye; one of them involving a strap-on and another some serious pussy grinding. A first glimpse into the bedroom showed a much milder situation, but the light from one of the lamps on the night-stands next to the bed gave her a bird's eye view of their play. Cass was on the edge of the bed. Her long legs were spread and Eve had her head down in-between them. Their hands locked, finger tips intertwined. The only thing keeping Michelle from being spotted was that Cass was on her back, seemingly out of breath. Her breasts still heaving, but no real bodily spasms it was obvious that she was catching her wind. When the brunet made a motion forward she winced, trapping her head around like a vice, turning to the side. Michelle than realized that she had been wrong, what she thought were spasms were in actuality efforts by Cassandra to get away from Michelle's loving tongue. "Eve, I need a, I need a brea... break," she shrieked. For her part, Eve consented. They unlocked hands and Cass came forward and Michelle did the best she could to duck out of sight. Still, she found herself drawn to what was unfolding. Cass now had a hand down between her legs, slightly rubbing. She looked dazed. Coming forward, Eve tried to replace her hand with her own, but Cass batted it away. A carefree, content smile took form across her face as she did so. "I'm serious. I can't go again, I need a break," Cass chided. Moving forward to the edge with her hands, she carefully crossed her legs tightly together as she brushed away Eve's invading hands for a final time. A confident look, "Oh why don't you try that now," crossed over her face with her legs slightly swaying. Standing up, Eve backed away. Moving the finger tips under the waist band of her panties, the very pair that she had seen her wearing the night before, she slowly slipped them down and left them where she was standing. A hand than went in-between her legs, her own and she began to lightly massage her pussy. "Your loss," Eve mocked. "Do you want me to help you with that, baby?" Cass inquired. Eve glanced up, momentarily drawn away from her pussy. "What do you think?" her response. Cass uncrossed her legs and slid back on the bed. She patted the bed next to her. Eve fell down on the bed next to her. Her beautiful buttocks on display, her curves melting into the mattress and her head turned toward Cass. Cassandra, now on her side, began to kiss her back and moved all the way down to her ass. For her part, Eve tried to hold it together. It wasn't working. The merciless play was becoming too much to bare. Eve was now beginning to rub her pussy up against the mattress. When the blond crawled on top, she let out a groan of despair. "Stop teasing, Cass," another meek moan escaping her lips, "I really need to get off." What had begun as teasingly, quickly consumed the blond. She continued her playfulness, but the arch, spasms and intensity of her motions gave Michelle another idea. Cass braced her body against the small of Eve's back. The rocking motions become more and more intense with each passing moment. For her part, the burnet was grinding her own pussy into the mattress. "What are you doing Cass?" Eve asked, a bit of annoyance in her voice. It was obvious to her what was taking place; she thought her friend had only been teasing her a brief moment ago. A long moment of silence cascaded over the two. "Cass?" Eve whimpered. By now the blond was straining against the lower back of Eve. A bit of a delightful shriek escaped her lips. "I think I'm... I might, go... again!" "Seriously, honey?" Eve wondered aloud. Cass response was to brace herself against as a torrent overtook her body. "Oh, my god, oh Evvveee!" she groaned. Cass arched her back and threw her head back. Continuing her rocking motions throughout, it only slowed as her orgasm came to a closet. Falling forward, she pinned down both of Eve's arms out in front and kissed her madly at the back stem of her neck. "Honey, what was that?" Eve managed, between giggles. "I don't know," an out of breath Cass responded. They both laughed. Eve now breaking, free flipped over so that she was looking up at Cassandra. The two kissed passionately on the lips, and then Cass drifted down Eve's neck and settled upon one of Eve's breast, the right one. Taking the nipple in her mouth caused Eve to openly gasp. Letting go of the nipple, she sucked ever so gently around the base of the breast. Taking the nipple back into her mouth, this time she was met with more of a groan than a gasp of surprise. "Stop teasing baby," Eve moaned. Backing away briefly, Eve took this opportunity to scoot up against the headboard of their bed and splayed her legs out. Cass dove down between them and began to kiss her thighs. "Stop teasing, I really..." and a gasp of surprised followed. Cass had evidently made contact with her clitoris. The motion of her head continued between Eve's legs, an up and down motion, and than a side to side motion as well. This continued for a considerable time. Eve would get close and Cass would back off a bit. A fist would hit the bed and a curse word or two uttered more than once. Four stop and goes later, Eve was on the verge of hitting the bed with her fist once more when just as suddenly the first stretched out and went to the blondes head. Both hands gripped around the back of her head and her legs flexed and contorted Cassandra's head in a vice grip. Eve's chest heaved and heaved with an intense back spasm. A shriek left her, but no words. She had totally caught off guard by Cassandra's manipulations. "Oh, wowww..." Eve uttered, while coming down from her peak, moments later. For her part, Cass was no more willing to pull away from Eve than Eve had been earlier while going down on Cass. Her motions continued, though at a slower pace. Eve's hands fell from resting on her back, to back at her sides with a smile of contention over her face. "Careful," Eve muttered. "You wouldn't want me to go again." Pulling away, the blond was now on her knees, bending forward to kiss Eve. Eve moaned with displeasure at this brief interlude. "That would be the idea," silence between them, "For you to go again." Cass tried to move forward, but Eve suddenly pushed her back. A playful scene followed in which they struggle for dominance. It ended with Eve hovering over Cassandra's face. Lowering down onto her, she placed her arms out in front. A long moan escaped Eve as Cass went to work. Within no time at all, Eve was bent over. Her fingers grasping onto the bed spread. Her chest moving up and down in an all so sex manner with her body beginning to tense up with a release now imminent. "Oh Cass... I think you're... gonna... make me go.... AGAIN!" she screamed. A torrent ripping though her body, she grabbed the bedding for dear life as she rode out an orgasm from a top her friend's face. Eventually, slowly, she came down from her high and fell forward as Cass scooted out from underneath her. They embraced, spooning and kissed and felt each other. "Give me a chance to recover, and I'll do you again, if you want," Eve mumbled. "No need," Cass returned. "I'm all orgasmed out for now." That might very well have been true. The girls may very well of worked themselves to exhaustion. It had been a very fulfilling episode, and Michelle got the feeling that she only saw the tail end of it. Something about how Eve had acted early when she shed her panties gave Michelle the impression that was unplanned seconds. In any case, thinking about this was not helping her new dilemma. She knew now that she needed to orgasm herself. Only one, she thought? Maybe not, she was so unbelievable horny right that she wasn't sure what to make of it. Slowly, she backed out, by some kind of great miracle, she managed to make it out of the corridor without so much as a sound or so she believed. Now what, she thought? Moving back toward her bedroom, she could feel the arousal throughout her. It was obvious that a long cold shower was not going to bury her arousal. Making her way to her bedroom, she entered and shut the door behind her. A meek grin came over her face, and slowly turned into a smile. Turning to the television, she flipped it on and changed the channel to an atmospheric one. It gave sounds of a thunderstorm. Something about the sound of thunder and rain always got or kept her in the mood. In this case, it would serve as a bit of cover... hopefully. Now standing before her bed, she slowly slipped down her panties and stuffed them under her pillow. Normally, she would tease her pussy through her panties for a while, but right now she was not feeling the need. She felt her throbbing wetness as she searched through the night-stand. Finding what she wanted under a shirt, panties and bra. Taking grasp, she pulled out the purple phallic object. Holding it before her, it was Rampant Rabbit. She felt a chill of anticipation; she knew it was going to be a while. A wicked smile returned to her face. Not wasting anytime for formalities, she slipped the vibrator in and turned it on while standing just after she got the ears over her clitoris. Sensations everywhere over took her. The lights of her bedroom shimmered. She struggled to sit on the edge of the bed. A motion later, she found her back braced against the headboard. Her legs spread, relying images of what she had scene. In little time at all she could feel the fires of an orgasm building in her belly. "This was going to be good!" she thought. Location: apartment | time: 9:15 am Her eyes came back into focus, looking over at her clock at her night-stand; she saw that it was now 9:15. Had she fallen asleep again? Yes, as she saw from the daylight coming through the blinds. The last she had remembered, she had closed her eyes ever so briefly after releasing a bit of tension. It had been fueled by her imagination. She had been playing back the encounter between her roommates. It was a very personal display. A bit of guilt swept over her as she moved into a sitting position in bed. Her shirt was shirt was still on, but she was sans her panties. The rabbit vibrator still in the region between her legs, though no longer in a most intimate position. It had been resting against her pussy lips. Embarrassed, she grappled onto it, and tucked it underneath her pillow and got out of bed. In the walk over to her closet, she shed the tight micro fiber tank top. Searching her closet, she found a matching pair of panties and bra. Smelling a funky smell of sex, she decided it was about time for a shower. On the way out, she made sure to spray a little deodorizer, before shutting the door behind her. A warm shower followed. It was a welcome relief. The tepid water raining down on her, rolling down her back and over her bust felt wonderfully relaxing, a bit too much so. The urge for more sleep seemed to come over her. Stretching and yawning a little she than took hold of a sponge, and a bottle of soap. A thorough cleaning followed, though she had sure to avoid her most intimate area as much as possible. The last thing she really needed to do was waken her beast within. A hair rinse followed. Ending the shower, she stepped out and buffed her body dry with a fluffy towel from the counter. After drying herself off in record time, she combed the excess water out of her hair. While letting her hair air dry a little, she scrubbed her face with a facial cleansing wash. A hair dryer came out, her panties were slipped on and her bra as well. A few touches of concealer and she was out the door some twenty-five minutes later. Dropping off her towel in the laundry basket, she made her way into the kitchen. Turning the corner, she paused like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Eve was up and still in her lingerie. A black pair of lace booty shorts, a matching bra and stockings. Her back was turned to her giving Michelle a great view of ass. A naughty thought later Michelle made her presence known over the rattling of the espresso machine. The thought had occurred for her to sneak away, but she did not known whether Eve had caught glimpse of her in the silver metal furnishings of their overpriced coffee maker. She had never been much of a coffee drinker, whether espresso or drip, but Eve and Cass were. They both loved cappuccinos. "So did you want anything?" Eve called out over the infernal racket of the machine. This gave her pause. She had seen her, though she was not sure if it was off the reflection of the machine or out of the corner of her eye. "An Americano would be nice, I guess." "Sure thing," Eve announced. Grinding another few ounces of coffee, she tampered the shot in the portafilter. Running a group heads for a brief moment, she shut it off and placed the portafilter in location. Taking a two once glass out, she placed it below and proceeded to pour a double shot. Following this, she poured two more shots without the basket. Moving over to the cabinets above, she took a coffee cup of about eight ounces, porcelain and brown with a low cut mouth in hand. Pouring the contents of the double shot first, she then followed this with two shots of water. Turning around, she placed the Americano on the counter out in front of Michelle. "Here you go," Eve simmered with enthusiasm. A bright smile was over her face. She was bit more cheerful than usual and from the looks of the espresso maker, not from being over caffeinated. This looked to be only the second round of shots from the machine. The other two ounce cup she had in hand. Michelle grimaced as Eve drank it straight down and than washed out her shot glass before turning back around to face Michelle. Now it was Michelle's turn to be a bit embarrassed as Eve eyed her taking the Americano in hand and taking a sip. It wasn't bad, not bad at all. Eve generally knew how to pull very good shots of espresso. What was unnerving was the way that her eyes were really not focused on the coffee, but rather her body. Was she really checking her out? Michelle took notice of her wandering eyes, and Eve looked away, a bit embarrassed. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 03 Michelle felt a bit naked as Eve's eyes had swept over her. She had less clothing on than even Eve did. A high cut pair of gray panties with black lace and a matching bra. For her part, her eyes had focused mostly on her bust, staying away from her panties, though she did give them a fleeting glance. "So what do you think?" "Not bad, not bad... you really pretty good at this." "I should be, I work in a café," Eve chided. A noticeable overwhelming note of humor bled through the tones of her faux sarcasm. An awkward moment of silence fell between them at that moment. They were both a bit embarrassed at their own wandering eyes. "So aren't you afraid that will wake Cass?" Michelle said. She was trying to clear the tense air between them, and guessed by her absence that she was still in bed. Smiling, she bit her lip in a most sexy way. A mischievous smile took hold on her lips. "I don't think we'll have to worry about that," she replied. "You of all people should know." "Huh, come again?" "I saw you looking at us this morning," she dryly stated. Eve looked down lost in thought for a moment. A chill went through Michelle until she saw the smile trace over her lips again. "What the fuck?" Michelle thought to herself. "Did Eve enjoy me watching them from the confines of the walk-in closet?" More silence followed between the two of them. "Don't worry; I won't say anything to Cass." A tentative smile from Eve. I understand that you were just curious." "Well, I..." Michelle looked away, unable to continue eye contact. "I think all women are at some level... curious." Michelle saw out of the corner of her eye that Eve seemed to be lost in thought again. "Still, given how naughty you were, I think you owe me something, though I'm not sure..." she tailed off, Michelle's gaze returned to her face. A wicked smile engulfed the face of Eve. "What?" Michelle asked. Ignoring her, Eve marveled, "I don't think she will be out for a while," Eve smirked. "I got my share last night, but she was the star of the show." Michelle was becoming embarrassed, and she wasn't even the one talking. "That little bitch is an orgasm queen; orgasms... multiple orgasms come easy to her." "A bit much information," Michelle voiced. "You're right, sorry," Eve stumbled. Shaking her head, "I can't believe that I am envious of my girlfriend, but in a way I am jealous." "I guess," Michelle mumbled. I really have to work sometimes to climax, while she just bangs them out like a firecracker going off," Eve mused. Michelle couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, wouldn't you be too? Long pause. "Jealous that is." Michelle was now blushing. Looking away, "Well, honestly I've only been with guys, so it's kind of a one and done most of the time." "Well, still I'm sure that you can at least entertain the gist of what I am saying," Eve stated with confidence. "You do take matters into your own hands from time to time?" Michelle could not believe where this conversation had gone. She was actually discussing with Eve the orgasmic capabilities of her girlfriend, Cass. Now she was inquiring into whether she masturbated. This was so unreal. "Well, actually Eve... I," Michelle muttered. "When I'm by my self... it's pretty easy, to you know." Eve's went up in the knowing expression. "You two are luck." "Well..." "I'm serious," Eve laughed."Sometimes I can pull two off close together, but that is about it, and most of the time I need a little down time between my quakes." Michelle suddenly responded without thinking, "Honestly, I usually can only have the sequential kind." Eve looked away, Michelle was beginning to realizing what was going on between them. "Well you're one better than me, I get clitty overload most of the time." Michelle was embarrassed. She should have lied. This was not a conversation she wanted to be having. Yet, she found it a bit curious and maybe a little arousing as well. Okay, maybe a bit more than a little arousing she thought as her pussy lips moved together with movement, and a damp feeling was beginning to take hold. "Back to your bedroom girl, back to your bedroom Michelle," she thought. A sudden realization set in for Eve. Michelle was no longer comfortable. It was pretty obvious by how tense she was becoming. "I'm sorry, Michelle... about all of this, it's just that..." "It's really no big thing, but how about we don't... we... not talk about it anymore," Michelle cut her off. "This is getting a little too... well, you know. Don't worry I won't say anything." More silence. "It will be our little secret." "Speaking of which, not to get off topic or anything, but do you still have that little black number? It took a moment for Michelle to realize that she was talking about a dress that she had purchased a few weeks back. "Were not that different in size, you've only got an inch or two on me, but I am sure that it will fit my body nicely all the same." "Sure, I think it's in my room. I'll just pop back in a minute and see." "We could go see together." Moving forward, Michelle stopped her with her eyes. Eve was still in her panties, bra and stockings. Michelle was in her panties and bra as well. If Cass walked in on them, that would be one hell of a compromising situation, one that would be really difficult to explain. Eve, however, still walked passed her. "Don't worry; I am not kidding when I said that she truly did orgasm her brains out last night." Michelle laughed tensely. "I'd be surprised if she was up before eleven." Following Eve's lead, she walked behind her a bit unsure of the situation. Moments later, the two entered Michelle's bedroom. It was a bit of a mess. Somehow, Eve had not spotted her soiled panties on the floor next to bed post. Ever so casually, as Eve starred forward, Michelle pushed them with her foot further under the bed. Going over to her closet, Michelle quickly searched for and found a pair of black soccer shorts and a gray, cotton tee-shirt. Eve watched amused as she struggled to pull them on. When she was done, she turned around only to see that Eve had been eyeing her the whole time. "You've got a cute ass, you known that," Eve mused aloud. "Eve..." "No, I'm serious Michelle," Eve responded. Moving back on the bed, Eve's hand caught something under the pillow, and before she even responded to her find, Michelle was full of a sense of dread. Eve had found her vibrator. "It seems that I'm not the only one that was having a little fun," Eve said. Michelle wanted to find a hole to hide in as Eve pulled out her vibrator and took a side long glance at it. Michelle reached forward and took the vibe out of her hand in one quick motion. Holding it ever so briefly, she buried it in the closet under a shelf that stored some of her intimates. How appropriate, Michelle thought. "Easy Michelle, we all have them," she remarked. "It's really no big deal." Some silence. "I used to have one like that; I have a lot of toys to be honest." Now it was Eve's turn to blush. "Nothing really compares to the Sybian though." Wait what, Michelle thought. "You got a Sybian. I've been here almost four months, and I've never seen or heard anything... like that." Licking her lips, Eve briefly looked away, before focusing her eyes back on Michelle. "We got it about a year ago, around the holiday season." "I've never seen it," Michelle uttered. "Cass is a bit nervous about it and we don't exactly leave it out." "I've got to try that out," Michelle thought out loud. "Do you think it would be possible?" a sudden urgency in her tone. "Easy, down girl." Eve was amazed at her sudden enthusiasm. "I'll see what I can do, on one condition though." "What?" Michelle voiced strained. "I want to watch." "Me on a Sybian, I don't think so," Michelle wavered. Eve was now off the bed, adjusted her panties. Michelle's eyes looked away, a bit embarrassed to be looking at her down there. "You don't really have to strip down to the bare flesh; the vibrations are so strong that you could probably wear your jeans." Michelle wasn't sure how to respond. "Don't worry, I won't stay or anything." "I don't understand," Michelle confused. "I just want to see your reaction, it can be a bit intense when you feel the vibrations for the first time," Eve clarified. Michelle, still a bit uncomfortable by her sudden forwardness just nodded her head. **************************************** This is the beginning of part two of Standing under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall. This chapter begins with Michelle waking from a lucid dream. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 04 Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). Synopsis: A man awakens to no memory of the night before, and conflicting recollections to his true identity. This is the fourth chapter in the story arc. I hope you enjoy this submission! As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged. ************************************************ Standing Under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall Chapter 4, Part 1: "Unfathomable" It had been a little over two weeks since Michelle had the discussion with Eve about getting a chance to ride a Sybian. The conversation had come about as part of a rather intimate and awkward admission that she had been spying on Eve and Cass making love. At times the words exchanged got a little edgy, and not in a hostile way, but rather tense. She realized now something that she had been trying to avoid during her talk with Eve. The two had been coming on to each other a bit. For their part, neither of the women had had a move. No true intimate contact had been exchanged. Not a kiss or intimate touch. Michelle could at least feel good about that. It led to a lot less guilt when she could at least say to herself, "I didn't cheat on Cass with Eve and come between them." It led to a lot less guilt. Still, she couldn't help but notice her growing attraction to them both. This worried her. She had the remainder of her current semester and than the next before she would be done with school. Would she be able to hold her feelings in that long? She really didn't know. To Eve's credit, little about their intimate dialogue had been brought up since the morning some 15 days ago. Actually, with the exception of the little bit of teasing on her part with the help of her girlfriend, Cass, no reference had been made about the events. The two girls were really being guys about the whole ordeal, and to be honest, it felt good, at least for the time being. At the moment, she really did not know how to even approach Cass about what had gone on, even if nothing had happened. Since that day, the girls had pretty much gone in one direction and her, in another. She was concentrating on school. It was early December, and finals were fast approaching. At the moment, she was a bit behind in her studies. She had final exams in a little over two weeks in CS 414 Operating System Design, CS 380 Software Design V, American History 216 and Criminology 341. At least she didn't have to worry any more about her Romantic Literature class, she had the final draft prepared and waiting for a final read through before it hit the printer. Still, why she had waited until her senior year of school to complete three humanities courses? It was a mystery even to her. Well, one of them was not really a humanities course, but it did qualify as a general elective. An uncle from her mother's side had been a detective, and she had always had a bit of interest in his line of work. By the end of this semester, however, she had been thankful that her father had talked her into majoring in computer science. Her mother for her part had wanted her to major in psychology, like her older sister, but that was not doing to happen. She had always been daddy's little girl or so she believed, though in truth she wasn't sure. Her memory had been a bit spotty as of recently. Events going back more than two years seemed to be a bit clouded in mystery. It wasn't as if she did remember them, she did. Actually, her memory was a bit too good at times. Some of her memories had the distinct feeling of being false for some reason, though she had no idea why. Her sister, Shauna, had quietly explained that it was likely due to an accident that had occurred after her sophomore year. She had been in a plane crash, and survived it, though she had a pretty severe concussion as a result. As a result of her concussion, she had lost a lot of details of her everyday life, though oddly enough, retained all the factual information. The concreteness of what made her Michelle. The family believed at first that her amnesia was temporary. However, two years later they were not so sure anymore. The statically probabilities of gaining old memories at this point looked rather remote. The benefit of this, however, had been that she remembered almost nothing of the crash. An accident that carried with it a great many lives, about half of all passengers on Continental Airlines flight 929 had died. Michelle did not suffer any survivor's guilt, at least not at first. However, recently she had begun to experience some limited flashbacks to the scene, though not enough to warrant any medications, like an anti-depressant at the moment. For the most part she had lost herself in her studies ever since moving in with Eve and Cass. In truth though, it might have been more to avoid her growing attraction to them than trying to forget about a recent trickle in memories of that day. Still, for their part, the two women had managed to pry her away from her computer for the afternoon. Reluctantly, she had gone along with their plan to spend Saturday afternoon at the mall with them. They had convinced her that she needed a break from her studies. The drive to the Westfield, Capital Shopping Mall had taken a little over twenty minutes. A much smaller amount of time than it had taken the three of them to get ready. When Michelle had first gotten out of the Eve's Honda Civic, she had been thankful for making more of a sensible choice in style than the girls. She had decided against anything fancy. A pair of blue jeans, silky chemise with a long sleeve gray shirt pulled over seemed at bit more appropriate. It had the added benefit of being warmer as well. She wasn't in the mood to dress up. It had been raining off and on all day with a rather high temperature of 41 degrees. She was actually beginning to miss the typical winter snowfalls of Massachusetts. They got snow, a bit of it at times, but it never stayed. What was more common was a lot of fog and cold rains. Those rainfalls often chilled her to very core of her begin. When she had asked Eve and Cass about snowfall, they had talked about taking her up for a weekend to Mount Rainier. "It will put anything you believed to be a snowfall to rest," Cass had said. This had been about a month ago. Michelle often wondered if the three of them were still on for that trip, though she had not brought it up to either of them since. Walking into the mall, Michelle could not help but be amused at both Eve and Cass. Cassandra was wearing a black dress. A little black dress really, complete with high heels and tangling, silver ear rings. Eve for her part, had not dressed much down form that. Cass, like Michelle, had worn jeans. That, however, is where their similarities stopped between them. Eve's choice in jeans was booty tight. The designer ones with the fake rips. The top was a bit too revealing as well. Her choice in a top was black form fitting and looked almost like a corset. "At least that had the awareness enough to bring coats," Michelle thought. Upon entering the mall, the three of them stopped at an Olive Garden. It had been at Michelle's insistence. The three had settled into a table in the back open entering. Eve even took the time to flirt with a blond waiter of about six-three to Cassandra's annoyance. When she did eventually take her seat again, after a quick trip to the restroom, Eve got a bit of the cold shoulder from Cass until Michelle broke in with conversation. The two girls ordered very little. Eve and Cass each had a small plate of pasta with a shared basket of bread sticks and a diet drink. Michelle, however, given her freakishly high metabolism, decided to go a bit wild. She ordered a chicken and sea food meal, and side order of stuffed mushrooms and Bruschetta bread. Her drink of choice was a raspberry-lemonade, non-alcoholic cocktail. The girls looked on with much amusement. Now it was Michelle's turn to be a little irritated. "What?" Michelle exasperated, though mostly in mock tone. "Careful honey, you don't want to start packing on the pounds," Eve calmly stated. "You are still interested in boys, right Michelle?" Eve warmly echoed. A bit of knowing betrayal in her voice caught Michelle for a moment. "Sure, I still into boy," Michelle responded, a bit too quickly. For their part, neither girl seemed to take notice of this. All three went back to eating. This mostly consisted of the two older women picking at their plates, while Michelle continued to blow down her food, kind of like a teenage boy would. "Eve, are you crazy!" Cass snapped. Michelle looked up, the two girls had moved in close to one another on the other side of the wooden booth. Putting her fork down, she picked up her drink and looked on. "Cut it out, Eve... I'm serious," Cass whispered, a few moments later. "Why?" Eve moved in for a kiss. The kiss was a bit awkward, ill timed and Cass fought it for a second or two before giving in. Their exchange got a little hot and heavy, but just as suddenly Cass came to her senses and pulled away. "Have you lost your mind girl, you're not doing that..." she trailed, looking over at Michelle who was eyeing them intently. Giving no pretense to looking the other way, she was very much interested in what was going on. "At least you taste good, though not as good as another part of your body does." "Eve!" Cass toned unhappily. "What, I was talking about your neck, honey." The departure from the Olive Garden came not too soon for the two older women. They were both a bit embarrassed by their actions afterward. Still, they waited for Michelle to finish her meal. A few stops were made in rapid succession following their exit from the restaurant. The first stop was to a Gap, this was followed by American Eagle Outfitters. Finally, they stopped at the Buckle, though that time the women took a long break in the bathroom while Michelle did some browsing. Eventually becoming bored, she had exited the store and waited on a bench outside. She had begun to get a bit worried, when they emerged a long twenty minutes later and showed little signs of what had been taking place between them. The two women than took her back into the store. They encouraged Michelle to try something different. For her part, Michelle did, though she kept it modest. She tried on two pairs of jeans, seeking approval from her two "adopted" older sisters, and settled for the light blue stone washed jeans with faux ripping details. Cass had tried to get her to look at a dress, a red one and Eve had talked about maybe trying out a sweater skirt. She was having none of it, she really wasn't in the mood. On the way out of the mall, Michelle got up the courage to ask them what had plagued her mind since there little untimely visit to the bathroom. All three had entered together, but Eve and Cass had stayed behind. "What were you two doing in the restroom anyway?" Michelle stifled out. She saw the nervous glance that Cass gave Eve. "Nothing really, we just..." Eve stopped. "It was nothing, Michelle," Cass picked up. Stopping, she turned to face them both. "Are you sure you two weren't... fooling around a bit?" Cass shot Eve a tense look. Eve bit her lip. "Maybe, though it wasn't too intimate or anything... we just kissed a little." "Yes... ah, we kissed a little, like we did back at the restaurant," Cass cut in. Michelle did not at all believe them, but Eve was already looking past them. Turning around, Michelle was greeted to the slight of two rather hot guys. Oddly, it did almost nothing for her. The thought of Eve and Cass getting a little down and dirty was way more interesting. This scared her. "Speaking of intimates, how about we check out Victoria Secret before calling it a day?" Eve inquired to the two other women. "I don't know, Eve... I'm a bit... you know," Cass stressed. "It will be alright, it will only take us a couple of minutes," Eve teased. "We'll pop in and out," Eve cheerful added. Michelle contributed, "It sounds fine to me." A wicked smile came over Eve's face, but she was not looking at Michelle, only at Cass. "Two to one, we out rank you." "Damn, woman," came Cassandra's response. Moments later they were in Victoria Secret. What had seemed like a good idea in the beginning was no longer to Michelle. She was rather embarrassed by her surroundings. All of the lingerie was uncomfortable. It was not really her style. She liked feminine things too, but not really to this degree. Worse, she had a hard time keeping her eyes off the other women in the store. One beauty, a black girl who had on incredibly tight jeans and was with her plain Jane white friend caught her attention. As did a woman of about her age, a brunet with short cut hair, and a lovely face and figure. She had pouty lips, soft pink hues to her beige complexion. What really drew her eyes to the girl, however, was her tight body, bubble butt and small, but busty chest. Her ass and breast seemed to almost leap out of her jeans and green long sleeve t-shirt. Like her, she was really the only that girl not dressed up. For her part, she had been doing her part to look on in discretion. The girl hadn't noticed, at least not knowingly, though she did flash a bit of a smile as she moved on by. Who had noticed her eyeing of another girl were Cass and Eve. Eve gave her a bit of a grin, a knowing smile. Cass seemed rather perplexed. Guilt consumed her, and she looked away, bidding her time looking over a few racks of jeans. Thankful, neither girl was in much of a shopping mood, though Eve did tease Cass a bit with pulling out some rather sexy underwear. Cass countered with a sexy bra or two. Not more than ten minutes later, they were ready to leave and Michelle was relieved. The walk to the silver Civic was mostly in silence, though Cass and Eve did exchange some bodily gesture that Michelle could not make out. Once in the car, Cass pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the main nearby highway on their way back home. Coming to a stop at an intersection, Cass mumbled something under her breath as she waited for a green light; a green light that seemed to be a long time in coming. Cass caught a glimpse of Michelle out the rearview mirror. An uncomfortable Michelle, who seemed to be lost in thought. "Michelle, are you gay?" Cass wryly asked. Eve shot her a look of, "What the fuck!" Looking back at Michelle only after keeping her eyes transfixed on Cass. Anger showed in her facial muscles. When she looked back at Michelle, her facial gave way to a frown. Moments later, the light turned green and the car was in motion once again. Michelle had been saved by the bell. Still, it made her a bit uncomfortable to not answer Cass. She may not have been a lesbian, but she was very aroused by women. The only proof she needed was a two beaming, erect headlights on her chest, covered only by a white tee-shirt bra, chemise and gray sleeve shirt hide the evidence. That really wasn't true. This happened all the time with her. It was cold out anyway. It happened all the time when she got cold. An ever growing warm and damp feeling between her legs made it a bit difficult to go into total denial. Her white cotton panties might not have been soaked, but there was enough moisture in the area to send a clear message to her. This was nothing new of course, but it made lying to Cass a bit difficult. Cass coughed and cleared her thought, keeping her eyes on the road, and only ever so briefly taking them off to glance back at Michelle directly instead of looking at her through the rearview mirror. "What I meant to ask was, are you bi-curious or just bi?" Silence fell between the three of them in the car. "You don't' have to answer it, if you don't want to, honey." Michelle felt trapped. "No! I'm not gay..." she began. "At least I don't think I am." Cass saw that Michelle seemed to be lost in a moment of introspection. The girl was really grinding her gears over answering her question. "Forget it, it's not important... Michelle." Eve gave Cass a smile, thankful that she was willing to drop the line of questioning. "Maybe," Michelle suddenly mumbled. Cass almost lost control of the car. "What Michelle?" Cass inquired. "I said, I might be bi, at least a bit, though I'm not really sure," Michelle grimaced. The rest of the drive was completed in silence, though Cass an Eve did look at Michelle from time to time. She was not in tears, but she looked lost. Her butterfly had been broken by the lack of wind. Pulling into the neighbor, Cass reduced her speed considerable, having just turned off from the main street and onto their exit. The last two blocks felt like torture for Michelle, who by now wanted to just bolt from the car and run away. Far away where no of this would ever get back to her older sister or family. During these two aggravating blocks, Cass got a text from the office. They needed her in to work on a summary. A bit annoyed at having her Saturday disturbed, Cass let the girls off, but not before the two older women exchanged a brief hug and kiss. Out of the car, Eve and Michelle walked up to the front door. Once in the apartment, they made their way up to their unit. Inside, Eve came up and hugged a rather unresponsive Michelle. Eve had promised Eve that she would try to talk to Michelle as they departed. They were going to have the "little talk." The truth was, however, that Eve really didn't know what to say. Coming out to her parents had been a bit of a shock. Her father had surprisingly been much for accepting of it than her mother, though she came to see her side in due time. What had been so unexpected about it was that in high school she had been so boy crazy. She had lost her virginity at sixteen, holding off an extra two years. The first time was of course, not that great, but in due time it became tolerable and than actually good. In high school she had seriously dated a high dozen guys. To her credit, she had only slept with two of them. Nick being pretty good in the sack, though average built where it counted and a bit thin overall. Sam though was pretty special, in all ways. The star shooting guard on the basketball team, the two had been an item through all of her senior year. The two only parted ways after he was offered a scholarship to Penn State. They still remained in contact from time to time to this day. It wasn't like these feelings came out of left field for her either, because during those same high school years she noticed the girls in her locker room as well. She even had a bit of a crush on one of her friends, Miley, a cute short brunet with an athletic body. Not once had she acted on these feelings while in high school, though they did enter her head while having sex with her boyfriends from time to time or during her self loving. Her first encounter with a woman did not happen until she was a sophomore in college. Her roommate was a lesbian, though not to her liking. They were friendly, but that was all. The girl was forgettable. What she did do that was not is introduce her to Misty who was a brunet. A bit overweight, she made up for it with her soft curves and wonderful boobs. They gave Eve entertainment for countless hours It all began innocently enough. Somehow during an unplanned outing together, they had begun making out and it had ended with Misty giving her a demonstration of her prowess in cunnilingus. The girl had sent her into orbit. Giving Eve her first multiple orgasm. Not the sequential kind of which she had been mildly familiar, but rather the intense, one after another multiples. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 04 Only than had she discovered how awkward her boyfriends had been. Misty was not clumsy, and she knew what buttons to push. Two girlfriends and a boyfriend later she had met Cass, while they were seniors in college. One thing led to another, and they became a couple much to the shock of her friends, who thought that Eve was only playing around. It was only a phase they had told her, and they might have been right if not for Cass. Cass was got the best of both guys and gals. Like a guy, she could go at a moments notice. Even foreplay was not as essential, though still needed. Like many gals, she could have multiples. With Cass the more orgasms she had, the easier they came, while with herself, after about three or four she was done. They lost all intensity and actually began to do the opposite of what an orgasm was supposed to. Still, she did have one thing that even impressed Cass. Eve could come from penetration. No clitoral contact was necessary. The orgasms were often more intense, and this was something that was supposed to be pretty rare. Generally girls who could get off from penetration did not like oral sex or so she had been told by someone once (or had she read it?). This was not true in her case as she loved cunnilingus as well. Whatever the case, she had a very live g-spot, though she had not exactly mastered the art of female ejaculation. Her orgasms were rather dry; though it did make for interesting times with Cass using a strap on to take her in various positions. Given that the two women were actually rather bi-sexual this was a way of releasing their inner desires from bedding a man from time to time. It kept them honest with each other and their relationship open. Not only had Eve discovered that she could come from penetration, but Cass found that she was actually really good with a strap on. The girl was easily better than all but one man that she had fucked in her 25 years. Her skill at using a strap-on was more than good enough to keep her at home, and not seeking out a one night stand because she missed cock. This had honestly been a worry for her when they had first begun seeing each other. Now her mind drifted back to the present. Placing her key in the lock, she heard the click with the rotation of her hand. Opening the door, Michelle entered first and she followed in behind the younger woman. "I sorry about that, I never told her..." Eve calmly said, as she entered behind Michelle. "It's alright. I didn't exactly tell you either," Michelle cut her off. "I just hope that none of this gets back to Shauna." "Why?" A bit of tearing came to her eyes. She wiped away the excess moisture forming. "I not sure really, I think she'd probably blame you two for turning me into a fag in a way." Michelle said, coldly. Eve winced at her choice of words, though she knew that she didn't mean it. She was simply confused, though she had been a bit caught off guard at Michelle's insult. "I'm sorry," Michelle said, almost in tears, the dam about ready to burst. "It's alright. I know what you're..." she stopped, not wanting to having a big sister, little sister moment. That would have to be up to Shauna and Michelle to sort out. Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep them talking. "So you've gone gay?" "Yep," Michelle breathed. "My sister..." "Is not going to look down upon you, we're her friends," she responded. For Christ sake, she had to cut her off with that line of thought. A very long moment of silence fell between the two of them, awkward long pause. "I don't think your sister would mind." This caught Michelle. Shauna was now engaged to be married to a Captain in the Air Force. A handsome man by the name of James Longfellow, a mostly white boy with an Indian, err Native American last name. Thinking of the brown hair, blued eyed man of six-three was enough enough to give even Eve a little bit of a tingle, never mind what the image did for Michelle. "Shauna's not gay," Michelle openly wept. "I would know." "No sweaty, I don't think you would," Eve thought. "She isn't gay, but she's not really straight either." Michelle stopped weeping for a moment, and looked up. "Did you and her ever?" she inquired, a bit of anger rising in her voice. Eve took in a breath to steady herself. "I can't tell you honey, that is up for Shauna whether she wants to or not. It's not my place." Coming up to Michelle, she took her finger tips and massaged out the tears before embracing her as a torrent of weeping racked her body. The tears came and came. What Eve noticed, however, was the more that Michelle cried, the tenser she was becoming. She was working herself into a bit of frenzy. "How would you like to tryout that Sybian about now?" The comment threw Michelle. Pulling back, she used the right sleeve of her gray shirt to brush away the falling tears. Her eyes focused on Eve, a serious but gentle smile met her gaze. "Why would I want that?" A shrug of her shoulders followed. "I've always found that an orgasm kind of relieves tension, and honey... you're tense." Michelle seemed dumbfounded by her sudden turn of events. This was the second time in the last two weeks that their intimate dialogue had kind of jumped the shark. "Michelle, forget that I mentioned it," Eve wanted to utter. Strangely, she could not bring the words to her lips fast enough. "I want to try it," Michelle, still a bit distraught, spoke up. Now it was Eve that had to catch her breath. "You sure about this, Michelle?" Eve questioned. "I was just kind of throwing things out there." Eve was empathizing the "there" of her statement. It was little more than a suggestion; she hadn't really thought Michelle would take her up on it. Where the idea had even come from she wasn't sure. It might have been how she solved stressful circumstances, but she didn't really have a clue as to how Michelle worked. "Yes..." "Don't worry, I'll set it up and leave." "No, I want you there," Michelle cut in. "At least in the beginning, to show me that ropes." Two things occurred to Eve at this point. First, how would she explain this to Cass if she walked in on Michelle riding the Sybian? She cringed at the thought. She'd probably be lucky if she got the sofa in the living room. The other question that sent a bit of a warm chill up her body was her Michelle's utterance of, "I need some to show me the ropes." Eve was very much hoping that Michelle would not be asking for a demonstration. She was aroused herself to not know if she could decline. The fooling around with Cass at the mall had got of got her engine primed, at least the one between her legs. "Okay, I'll go get it setup." "Thanks," a still tearful Michelle mumbled. Chapter 4, Part 2: "Connecting without Connecting." As Michelle took a seat on the sofa, she could not help but feel a little strange. She was numb, tearful and rather aroused. It was kind of a mixed state of emotions. With some Kleenex now in hand, she dapped at her eyes and gently all around her face. Within little time at all, she imagined this made her look a bit more relaxed. Gone were her tears of confession and frustration, replaced by a somber look of someone who had been crying. Oddly, the Kleenex had been out on the coffee table. In a way it made sense though, both Cass and Eve were known for their love of romantic tear jerking movies. This is something that she did not enjoy. Whenever their designated movie night came along she had always been conveniently absent, usual too involved with her studies or out with a friend to be bothered. It wasn't that she was some unemotional zombie or anything. She just didn't see the point of getting too attached to a fictional plot that was often rather predictable. The sudden deaths or tragic turn for the worst, usual an illness on screen were usually telegraphed well in advance of the actually delivery. Still, she did find that she often watched television with them when they were watching something else. She liked comedies, especially romantic comedies, which were about as predictable as romantic tragedies, but there was more of a good natured fun to them. She shared Cass's interest in mystery and suspense movies, though she drew the line at horror films. Michelle hated them. They were so illogical that it was hard to even follow the linear sequence, if there was any, which often there was not. Further, it was rather degrading to watch a skimpily dressed, naïve girl getting chased throughout the film. Worse, the black guy almost always got it. It was obvious to her that the horror gene was clearly written by white males who were taking their frustrations out of black men, other minorities and women in general. With Eve, the two liked to watch sports. Yes, girls did watch sports, and not just play them. In this way, they were just like their boyfriends (or girlfriends). There were limits though. She could only watch so much before boredom set in. There were also sports that she just could not watch. No golf, NASCAR racing or extreme fighting for her, she had her limits. With football, she had a bit of a love-hate relationship, the game intrigued her but the fans and announcers got on her nerves. Worse, the mind numbing beer and bimbo commercials drove her to the brink somewhere between anger and laughter. The sports that she found herself watching most often were basketball, hockey, soccer and softball. Of the first three, she rather enjoyed the women's games, though they were "still" hard to come by. So, she often found herself watching an NBA basketball game or an international soccer league match. They really didn't get hockey games on television. No way was she going to spring for the "season pass" either, she wasn't that interested. What was usually on most of the week, at least during fall and spring were endless college football and basketball games, which had her bored to tears and really, really missing summer. The one sport that was played by men that she actually enjoyed was baseball. This even mystified Eve, a college athlete back in her day. She got the watching sports. She was even known to watch an NFL game or two. What she could not understand was Michelle's interest in baseball. Neither Cass nor any of there friends would back her up on her watching baseball; they all thought it was basically a boring sport that was in the same league as golf. What all three of them found common ground on was the news. Cass, Eve and Michelle were news junkies, though in truth, they got most of their information online from traditional news sites or blog columns. That being said, it was not at all uncommon to find the television tuned to one of the three major networks even when no one was around. It was not very eco friendly, a bit of a waste of electricity but they were addicts, so what could be done. "It's ready," Eve remarked. Coming out of the bedroom and standing before her. This brought Michelle out of her trance. She was a bit puzzled at what had brought on the sudden mind decompression. She was about to ask her what was ready when she remembered what they had been talking about before. Getting up, she felt so nervous that she was almost tipsy. She couldn't believe that she had actually agreed to this. Sure, they had talked about a while back, but that was it. She had thought that their conversation was just talk. "So how do I do this?" Michelle nervously asked, entering the bedroom with Eve following in behind her. Upon entering the bedroom she could not see it. All she saw was there bed positioned between two night stands, two chairs and a tabled between them to her right and below the bed was a counsel with a LCD TV a top. She saw no Sybian. It was not until Eve gestured over her shoulder. Michelle saw it. It was pushed out of sight from a casual glance of the bedroom. The machine was out in front of the second closet, which was the far wall. Michelle felt a chill go down her spine. The Sybian looked a little intimidating to say the least. It was in the shape of a black saddle, low to the ground and plugged into the mains. While it didn't really look any different than it had on the web, she had only felt curious while looking at the various websites that housed stocked photos of the device. Now up close and personal, she was not so sure about this anymore. "I guess the best way you can think of it is like riding a really big vibrator," Eve explained. "It's kind of like having a really powerful motorcycle between your legs." "I wouldn't know, I've never ridden on a motor cycle before," Michelle responded. Eve was at a bit of a loss for words. She had forgotten how young Michelle was. Well, actually there was only a four year gap between them. Maybe a better word would have been inexperienced, though it was a bit shocking that Michelle had never ridden on a cycle before. "Well, you'll kind of get the idea of what it feels like to be taken for a ride on a motor cycle provided that I don't put on an attachment," Eve described. "It's kind of like a bike with some really serious kick." "Attachments, what do you mean by that?" Michelle nervously questioned. Eve walked over to the device, and placed her hand on the top side across the black saddle looking device. "You can ride it bareback or you can attach a phallic insertion like a dildo." Now Michelle was beyond anxious. She was becoming edgy and was beginning to shake a little. She didn't really know if this was such a good idea anymore. She began to think of ideas on how to back out of riding this rather scary looking device. "Nervous?" Eve asked. "Yeah," Michelle laughed, not sure why. A moment of silence fell as the two girls looked on at the machine sitting on the floor next to the closet. "You know, if you want I could give you a little demonstration? I could take it for a bit of a test drive." "I think that might be helpful," Michelle mumbled, not realizing what she had said until after the words had left her mouth. Afterward, she looked over at Eve with an embarrassed blush come over her face. Eve didn't really notice, she was still eyeing the Sybian. "Well, if I'm going to do this, I've got to get into something a bit more comfortable." "Like what?" Michelle thought. Without much modesty Eve simply unbutton, unzipped and tugged her jeans to the floor. Michelle inhaled a bit at the sight, and bit of a tingle, no a throb really jolted through her. Eve had been wearing a rather cheeky pair of boi shorts underneath her jeans; a white pair of panties that were basically all lace and conformed well to her curves. "Did this woman not ever wear simple cotton?" Michelle thought. Stepping back, she picked up and threw the jeans onto the bed. Walking over to the first closet, she opened the door and putting her hands behind her back, opened the almost corset looking top. Letting it fall, Michelle saw that she had been wearing nothing underneath. "Let's hear it for 34b cups," Michelle amused with a ping of envy. Without so much as even turning around, Eve found what she had been looking for and slipped it on and down. Michelle did her best not to look as her luscious buttocks dripped and flexed as she did so. Turning around, Michelle was greeted with the sight of a whirlpool blue patterned print with long black lace chemise. The silk like material just flowed off from Eve's body. It really put to shame the simple white chemise with a little black lace that she wore. "What the..." was all Michelle said. "Do you think it is a bit much?" Eve mockingly teased. Eve gestured with her body, pushing out her bust to emphasis her curves a bit. Michelle swallowed hard. Her heart beat was becoming ever noticeable. The mild signs of wanting to be with Eve were becoming ever apparent, though she knew that was out of line. They could tease each other, but they couldn't touch. "So are you going to show me already?" Michelle let a tone of playful annoyance flame out. "I thought I was," the brunet coyly pouted. The two made eye contact. Michelle smiled and Eve returned it with a bit of a wicked grin. Moving over, she held her chemise as she hovered over the device. Taking a step down, her Knees went to the floor and panty covered pussy pressed down on the nub or so Michelle guessed. Not much was visible because the aqua chemise covered most of how she was sitting on the machine. "There really isn't too much to this, it's kind of like fucking a guy when you're on top, only at the moment there isn't any insertion," she shyly stated, now a bit embarrassed. At least Michelle believed that she saw some modesty in Eve. Taking the controller in hand, she held it up. "The knob on the right controls vibration, while the one on the left controls rotation... though you don't really need that at the moment." Unexpectedly, Eve switched the device on, and a low rumbling nose began to build. Within seconds it became much more pronounced. Michelle looked on; Eve had her hands out in front of her and the remote right to her right hand. She adjusted the knob to what Michelle sensed as a moderate level of intensity and kept it at this threshold for a good thirty seconds. A bit of an embarrassed moan left her lips. Making eye contact with Michelle, her hand reached for the remote. Much to Michelle's disappointment she swiftly wound the knob down and shut the device off. As Eve got off the machine, Michelle noticed how unsteady she was on her legs. Once standing, a hand went between her legs and she gentled rubbed a bit knowing that Michelle was looking on as she did so. With passing seconds, the fire in her eyes seemed to die down even more, and reluctantly she moved her hand away from her crotch. Looking up, she gave Michelle a bit of a grin. "Well, that is pretty much it. I'm sure that you get the idea." Michelle eyed her intently, her own arousal growing. Eve placed her palms on her ass and stretched forward a bit, as if to get a kink out of her back. "Damn, I got a little carried away there. Sorry, I guess I didn't realize how..." Eve stopped in mid sentence, nervously looking over at Michelle. "You sure you don't want to give me a longer demonstration, Eve," Michelle chided. "I don't think that would be a good idea, too much more time and it would have been a rather embarrassing scene," Eve laughed. "It's not like I haven't seen you cum before," Michelle snickered. Eve, who was already gathering her things to leave, at that point turned around to face Michelle. A bit of a grin washed over her face. "Okay, miss smart ass, let's see you ride the machine. I bet you can't last four minutes on that Sybian under my control?" Michelle, while fairly aroused didn't see how the Sybian, no matter how strong a vibration it gave off could skyrocket her to a peak in four minutes. "I'll take that bet, though how can you trust me?" she coyly inquired. Eve only smiled. Michelle gestured for an answer. "I know you won't fake it because you will be trying to hold out, and I'm pretty sure that we will both know when you come." A sent a bit of a chill through Michelle how Eve's confident statement hung on the word "cum," and she got the feeling that Eve was simply taunting her. "What's in the bet, what do I get if you loose?" Michelle asked, trying to keep up the appearance of her rapidly rescinding poise. Eve thought for a moment. "If you win, I'll leave and go take a shower," Eve calmy asserted. "I'll use your bathroom and give you some alone time with Mr. Humpy." Michelle helped in a giggle. "If, I win I'll get to see you climax, like you did with me and Cass, you little perv." It wasn't much of a bet, Michelle thought. There really wasn't much to gain or loose outside of her dignity, which had pretty much been gone since she had entered the bedroom. She guessed that here was no turning back now. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 04 "I accept," she said, forcing a smile. "You sure about that?" "Yesss..." Following the example set by Eve, Michelle stripped out of her jeans and gray long sleeve shirt. So really didn't put a lot of effort into teasing Eve, she was much too tense at this point. Eve for her part did not show much of a reaction. Her insides were a bit of a mess right now, though. The girl now before her in white cotton panties and a silky, micro fiber white with black lace chemise sent more than a little throb between her legs. What drew in though was Michelle's breast. The almost D cups looked wonderful underneath her silken chemise. Michelle now sitting down had moved into the sitting position that Eve had been in earlier. A posture that was not comfortable at all. Doing a guy from this posture was a bit more relaxing, probably because her knees were on a comfy bed rather than this floor. At least the floor was plush carpeting, she thought. "I'm ready," Michelle remarked. Eve, who was sitting on the floor next to her Indian style, moved her hands to the knob. Switching the device on, Michelle heard a low hum. Following her hand, Michelle saw her reach for the knob and began to slowly turn it. Michelle smiled, she had this thing beat. The sensations coming forth were only moderately intense. Her Hitachi Magic Wand back in the day had given her more of a vibration. It, therefore, was a bit unexpected when the hum increased and Michelle suddenly felt a dramatic increase in vibrations. Still, she believed that she could manage this; it was only four minutes after all. "Thirty seconds," Eve called out. Shit Michelle thought, and than "oh shit" her body responded as a thunderous increase of intensity went through her. A chill went down her back. Trying to straighten herself out, Eve was a bit amused to see her jettison her breasts forward. Michelle's hands were now resting out in front on the front of the Sybian. Eve could see an ever increasing grasp as the trembling of the machine built. Looking up again Eve saw that Michelle's mouth was open and she was learning forward. A smile was beginning to form of her face, a very flushed face. Her eyes were now shut and her brow was knit with concentration. Michelle was now drifting off. "One minute," Eve announced. All Michelle could think at this point was that her resolve was weakening. Coming into this already rather aroused had not helped. Her only source of hope was that she was beginning to become numb. If the numbness became too great she often wasn't able to climax, though Michelle wasn't sure that what she wanted at the moment. As the ever increasing rolling chorus of hammering ran through her, she began to think a climax wasn't really all that bad. She just needed to hold out for four minutes. A sudden and mark increase in intensity caught her completely by surprise. Her hands fell off the device and onto the floor below. Eve could see that she was bracing them against the carpet. It was finally becoming too much for her, and Eve knew that she had her. Momentarily, though Eve actually thought of dialing back. A sense of guilt was overtaking her, though she did not act on it. "Two minutes," Eve choked out, now becoming rather aroused at the scene rapidly building before her. Cass is really going to be getting lucky tonight, she thought. Michelle was now beginning to bit her lip. The tension was insane. She felt like a spring that was about to be unleashed. Tilting her head, she thought she saw eyes intently watching her, while absent mindedly rubbing herself with the other hand, though she could not be sure. The sudden building of such arousing might have had Michelle's mind playing tricks on her. "Three minutes," Eve called out, a contemptuous pitch to her voice. Not even two seconds afterward and she began to feel the tell tale signs of an impending climax. Not good, she thought. Michelle felt the all too familiar tightening in her belly, the tensing of the muscles in her thighs and ass. She knew that she was going to cum. The next thought was overtaken by a thunderbolt going through her body. She shot upright, her back arched and her breasts moved out. Her eyes only opened for a flicker of a second, and then pressed tight. "No! Not yeeettt..." as a horrified scream left her mouth. It was too late. An orgasm of unbelievable intensity washed over her. She lost track of time, though she did remember shouting "oh god, oh god!" with incoherent ramblings of "shit, shit" and a few "fucks" as her chest heaved and heaved through the climax. Only coming to a stop and slumping forward when the apex of her eruption had washed through her. As she slowly began to adjust to her to her surroundings a few pleasant aftershocks rolled through her body. Not, so invisible, but they felt a bit disjointing. She wanted more than anything to lift her body up off the Sybian, but felt powerless to do so. For her part, Eve at least had turned the intensity down to an almost nonexistent hum. "Not bad girl, 3:21 seconds," Eve remarked. Her eyes were only now beginning to focus once again. Arching her back again, she ran in hands through her hair. She was a mess and she knew it. "What was that?" "An orgasm," Eve deadpanned. Rolling her eyes, she smiled. "I knew it was an orgasm," Michelle quipped. "What I meant was... was that was really intense for the first one... and quick too." "You get use to it after a while," Eve chimed in, a warm smile on her face. "Are you sure?" Michelle inquired, out of breath. A level of disbelief was evident in her voice. "Well, you know what to expect I think would be a better choice of words." "Yeah?" "So how do you feel?" Michelle thought for a moment. "Too be honest, I'm not sure." Michelle noticed that as she gave answer to Eve's question that the motions had picked up a bit. Oddly, her clitoris was not sore, not at all. Her pussy was a bit numb, but that was about all. As the vibrations kept at a steady, but mild intensity a new feeling began to take hold, and she didn't know what it was at first. With time thought, she began to recognize it. Her muscles were making a straining motion, less were more than after shocks though, but rather the type that one felt when their body was straining for another orgasm. Eve had absent mindedly moved the knob up in intensity. Well, at least Michelle believed it had been by accident, at least at first. Though when Eve's hand went for the knob again she knew that it was intentional, and she wasn't exactly sure why. She just sensed it. "I usually leave it at a moderately mild hum for a while after I'm coming down from a climax; it kind of helps release all of the remaining muscle tension." "I see," was Michelle's only response, while she readjusted herself on the Sybian. Eve noticed that she seemed to be a bit lost, but thought nothing of it given so an intense orgasm from only moments ago. "I think somebody might be still enjoying herself," Eve pointed out. "Ah, Eve," Michelle said, as she continued to shift a bit. "Do you think that maybe you could dial the knob down a bit, I think my body is trying to tell me that it wants to go again, and well, I don't really want to." Eve was a bit puzzled by her word choice. She thought she got the gist of what Michelle was asking, but decided she needed a bit of clarification. "What are you getting at, Michelle, honey?" she dumbly inquired. By now Michelle's back was beginning to strain, her mouth was a bit open as well. Michelle had a bit of a lost look in her eyes. Internally, she felt the tightening in her belly once more. A thick tension came over her inner thighs and ass. She was almost in a struggle against her own body. It wanted to have another orgasm, and she did not. "I think I'm beginning to feel like I'm going to orgasm again," she moaned. The words were lost on Eve at the moment; she was only in taking the girls beauty. The post orgasmic hue radiated throughout her, and how wonderful she looked in that silky white chemise. She almost wished that she had gone ahead earlier and gotten herself off. There would be a lot less temptation and naughty thoughts filling her loins and mind at the moment. Cass was really going to get lucky when she got home from the office. "What?" Michelle could hardly believe this. The girl still wasn't catching on. Looking up she realized why. She was looking though her and not at her. The girl had a real dazed look in her eyes. The thought had occurred to her to just roll off from the machine given that she didn't think that she was capable of really standing at the moment. "Earth to Eve, do you think that maybe you could shut the vibrations off," Michelle panted. "My little pussy seems to be getting a mind of its own." Only than did Eve snap out of it. "Oh sorry, I didn't realize that you were still..." she trailed off. A turn of the knob and a click later and Michelle felt the powerful machine die down to silence. A feeling of regret went through her. The slowly feeling of another impending climax a had both desirable and scary. When Michelle sometimes made the jump to two, she didn't always stop at two. A lot of times two quickly became three, than four and so on, and so, on. That was not something that she wanted Eve to see, and she knew that the machine was more than capable of delivering it for her. If and only if, she kept her orgasm at one did she remain in control. The more she climaxed, the faster the next orgasm came on and the less will she had to pull back from the edge of the void. That all being said, she really was feeling a bit of a need for seconds. The growing need only apparent after the loss of the machines intense hum, and she pondered for only a second on what to do. "Oh second thought, I think I liked the machine better when it was on." The words escaped her lips, she really hadn't been fully thinking, and now she was a bit taken back by their consequences. Eve smiled and a click and hum followed. "Well, I think I'll leave you now," Eve announced. It was mostly to the room as Michelle was rapidly loosing concentrating by the second. " I've got to go grab a shower before Cass gets home." A smile came over her face as she looked down at Michelle. "Do you mind if I use your shower?" "Ssh-surre," Michelle stuttered a bit. Her hands were braced on the front of the machine, in the leaning forward position. Making her way over to her closet for her second time, Eve shed her clothes and took a surprisingly long time finding something to wear. Finally, selecting a few items, she walked back past the bed and only than did Michelle glance up, her attention taken away from the lovely sensations of the Sybian. Eve was naked. Not wearing a slip or topless, she was in the buff. Her beautiful body on display for Michelle, and this only further moved muscle toward the edge. "Sure you don't want to stay and join... I mean watch the party," Michelle groaned. It was not so much a question as it was a statement by an overly horny girl who was getting her pussy kneading and pressed. It was what Eve liked to call vibrator talk. When a girl got really worked up, they could almost get drunk with lust, and they were more likely to do or say anything that they were thinking at the moment. She knew that Michelle didn't mean it. "I don't really think that's such a good idea," Eve responded. "Showing you how to use the Sybian is one thing, but this is beginning to feel a bit more like something else." "I under... understand," Michelle murmured. "Sorry hun." The first time she watched her climax had been a little payback. Well, it wasn't really about getting even. She had simply wanted to see how Michelle responded to the Sybian. She hadn't planned on staying. She had kind of gotten caught up in the moment. Now she was clearly overstaying her welcome. Still, why was she still hanging around she thought? I could have been up and out of here minutes ago. Becoming ever resolute with her decision, she began to make her way toward the exit. The subtle motions of the swaying of her hips not on her mind, though Michelle did partake in the sight. "Oh, gawd!" she groaned. Eve saw her out of the corner of her eye. Her back was arching and she was shaking a bit. Eve realized that she was trying to steady herself. An impending torrent looked to be on the verge of crashing into Michelle. All around Michelle was struggling. Eve wanted nothing more than to leave, yet she could not move her eyes away from her beauty. An embarrassing sight really of Michelle huffing and puffing away on the Sybian, her body tensing as if it was going to happen any moment, nonetheless the girl was an unbelievable showcase in fierce raw sexuality. And than it was too late. A massive shriek came forth and than it stopped. Eve was puzzled. Intrigued, she came forward a bit. Michelle was shuddering, but holding it in. "Did you just?" "Oh, gawd yesss..." she hissed. Eve really didn't know if it had been a response or if it had been the release of pent up sexual tension. A moment later Michelle blasted off, her body leapt, she arched her back and an orgasm consumed her. A bit of a drop of her head followed as if she was trying to steady herself, and than it was repeated. The second climax even more intense than the first went through her body barely a minute after the first. As her motions slowed, she kept her head down. Her skin had taken on a rosy hue. Michelle was still trying to catch her breath. Even though her body continued to sway, Eve took this pause as evidence that she was done. "Well, I'm going to, ah... take that shower now," Eve unsteadily remarked. She got no reply. Turning back, as she had been walking forward with clothes in hand, she was puzzled. "So I'm..." "Not... I'm not!" Michelle yelped. Eve watched as what she believed to be her third or fourth orgasm ripped through Michelle's body. It had been most unexpected. One minute Michelle was just sort of hovering over the Sybian, and the next she was cumming again. The language flowed. "Oh god, fuck me you beautiful bitch and lick me," were phrases repeated throughout, intermixed between shit and fuck. Her body swayed and rumbled with almost no pause between. Eve was not really sure how many orgasms Michelle had, but she placed the number at about seven, though it could have been as high as eleven or as low as five, if they were the really long kind. They kind of all blended together in the end. Once it was over, Michelle came to enough sense to struggle with the control and switch the Sybian off before falling forward. Eventually summoning enough strength, she rolled off the device and onto the floor. On her back, she splayed her legs and rubbed her pussy. Laughter filled the air and her breasts rhythmical heaved up and down. She was trying to catch her breath, and it was a long time in coming. By the ever increasing friction between her legs Eve began to wonder if she was going to bang a few more out in recovery period, but soon realized that was not it at all. She was swollen and sore. Departing, she made her way into the bathroom behind her. Returning a moment later, she tossed a wash cloth onto Michelle's exposed lower stomach with the chemise up slightly. She saw her abs working as aftershocks ran through her. Taking a pillow off the bed, she placed it below her upraised head. For the first time they made eye contact since. "You wanted to see me have a multiple didn't you," she nervously laughed, her hands covering her face in embarrassment. Putting her hand down, she breathed in a deep breath. "After all that, I think you owe me now." "What do you mean?" Michelle paused in thought, which was coming rather slow at the moment. "You didn't have to stay around and see all of that." Now Eve really did feel guilty. Not just aroused. She really wanted nothing more than to jump on the Sybian and give it a good ride too, but this had to stop. They were getting a little too intimate. In the back of her mind, she was almost beginning to believe that this was tantamount to cheating even if neither one had eve laid a hand on the other. Her conclusion was if she could not explain what went on between the two of them in an unedited form to Cass than it was cheating. "Do you want anything, Michelle?" Michelle only smiled, too dazed for continued conversation. Taking the hint, she unplugged the Sybian and moved it up against the closet. Pulling a blanket off from her bed, she placed it over the top of Michelle. Her original plan had been to help her up into bed. That, however, was not a good idea at the moment because she reeked of pussy and she didn't look like she wanted to be moved anyway. Exiting, the bedroom, she shut the door and the light off on the way out. What followed can only be described as a nerve wrecking two hours. She was unbelievable horny, in need of some release. Yet, at the same time she felt guilty. She had run at least a half dozen scenario through her head that included trying to sex text her girlfriend, using Michelle's shower to quietly get herself off or going back in her bedroom in search of a toy. The trouble was she didn't dare go back in her bedroom. Michelle needed she rest and she didn't want to wake her until she had a firm idea on what to say. The idea of going back and jilling off in Michelle's shower felt too dirty. Finally, she got a text back from Cass making it clear that she was "busy" at the moment. Still, this hadn't stopped her from trying to finger herself a little while watching TV. It was not really having the desired effect. It was just making her more and more worked out. Giving up for the time being, she reluctantly pulled her left hand out of her panties. For the time being she was just going to have to make do without an orgasm or two. Letting her head fall, she was not even aware that she had drifted to sleep. Only when a motion to the side of the sofa stirred her back into consciousness did she realize. Chapter 4, Part 3: "How Do You Might a Nightmare?" It was Michelle, and by the looks of the darkness that had fallen over day light she had been asleep for more than a few minutes. She was no longer wearing the white silken chemise with cotton panties. Now she had on a black silk chiffon long sleeve tailored sheet. It came down only just below buttocks, unbutton to show her cleavage and sheer enough to show the matching black bikini cut panties without lace. Both items were a product of her closet, a bit brazen for a rather shy girl like Michelle. She only hoped that this was the extent of her wants. "So how are you doing?" Eve inquired. Michelle hadn't even noticed her at first. Turning to the sound of her voice, she saw that Michelle had her right hand on the panel of her panties. She was kneading away at the material from the outside. "Michelle!" Eve snapped, coming to attention. Now fully awake and alert. "I'm so sorry Eve," Michelle softly moaned. "It seems that ride on the Sybian has only made me unbelievably horny." "I don't understand?" I just keep on trying to get relief and nothing seems to work." "Didn't you just ride that machine to like seven or eight orgasm?" Eve asked, confused. Spinning on the heels of her bare feet, she moved toward and moved directly into Eve. Falling on her, she dropped her head and there lips met. The kiss was passionate with a little bit of discreet tongue action at the end before Michelle pulled away. "As if, I had more like sixteen orgasms and I think I could have a dozen more!" Michelle exclaimed. Just as Eve was about to say something, she was cut off as their mouths met again. Another long and passionate kiss was exchanged between the two. Pulling back this time, Michelle gave her a wicked grin as she unbuttoned the bottom of her shirt, and let it fall to the ground behind her. Eve could not believe this was happening, but she was powerless to stop it. She watched in amazement as Michelle shed her panties at well. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 05 Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). This is the fifth chapter in the story arc. I hope you enjoy this submission! As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged. ************************************************ Standing Under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall Chapter 5, Part 1: "Sometimes a Mirage is Real" Michelle found herself in a bit of a situation on Monday, and it could not have happened at a worse time. She was a week away from final exams at school and she was in a bit of emotional turmoil. First, was a series of rather odd intimate encounters between her and Eve. One could hardly call them an affair, but she did believe it had been cheating. She trusted Eve to keep silent on the matter, but she was beginning to wonder if that was the best approach to their dilemma. Normally she would have taken something like this to her grave, but she knew that she would continue to be uneasy around Cassie as long as they kept silent on the matter. Michelle knew she needed to talk to Eve again about the matter. The second issue was a bit more complex. She had not entirely been honest when she had admitted to Cass and Eve that she might be bi. Michelle had down played what had transpired over the last few months. For about the last two months she had been in a bit of a secretive relationship. The trouble was it was not with a guy. Michelle had been seeing Helena Holiday since the first week of October. Officially they had met in her Criminology 341 class, though they had known of each other well before. Even more worrisome, Helena was the younger sister of Mary Jane Watson. She was a close personal friend of both Cass and Eve. The three of them had gone to school together. Her older sister Shauna had been party to their many adventures as well. Mary Jane Watson was a twenty-five year old woman who worked as a financial adviser at the local branch of Raymond James. Cass and Eve were not only good friends with MJ, but they had even roomed with Mary Jane until their relationship got serious. They often referred to her as the "straight friend." Michelle always thought this was a bit unfair given that most of their friends were straight. Their explanation for it had been that Mary Jane was rather promiscuous. She often had more than one boy on the string, and had a number of affairs. They stopped short of calling her a sex addict though. From what she had gathering through various chatter with her roommates, Mary Jane and Helena had a rough childhood. Their father had been killed in a mugging gone wrong when MJ was only 13. He had been working in middle management at an insurance company back in Boston. Upon his death, their mother had been awarded full custody of the two children. It had been difficult, more so for Mary Jane than Helena. The two had been close. His death might have had less of an impact of Helena due to the nature of their relationship. He had been MJ's father, but to Helena he only been her stepfather. His death had impacted Helena significantly as well, but not to the degree that it had afflicted Mary Jane. Over the next few years the girls struggled with their lose. Helena withdrew; becoming emotionally cold and distant for a time. Mary Jane's reaction was much more overt. It began with outward hostility, though this soon resolved into rapid mood swings. She had ups, she had downs, but she rarely had anything in-between. Everyone in the beginning had believed that she was just "depressed." It was a phase that she was going through, and she would grow out of it as she learned to deal with her loss. This "common knowledge" had turned out to be incorrect. An official diagnosis of major depressive disorder was made when she was 15. This was updated to bi-polar type II a year later when it became clear her moods fluxed more than they had originally believed. She never met the criteria for a type I diagnosis because she only had hypomania and not mania. Further, her depressive episodes were more frequent and had a more pronounced impact on her. This is how they discovered that there was more to her illness than had originally been believed. Her response to Paxil, an SSRI antidepressant had aggravated her into a manic state. If all of this had not been enough on her, she had an ongoing conflict with her mother. Mary Jane and her mother had always been at odds. This was made worse by their mother being everything that the father wasn't. She was an alcoholic; she had a drug problem and was a college dropout. Their father had not had any substance abuse problems. He didn't even smoke or rarely drank. He was educated too with an MBA from the University of Pennsylvania. In a word, he was boring and stable. Mary Jane liked boring. For all of her faults though, Mary Jane could have looked past them all if she had not been so cold and distant. At times it seemed that her children were almost a bother to her. Neither Mary Jane, nor Helena had ever been especially close to their mother. Helena, however, tried a lot harder then MJ did to forge some kind of relationship. Upon graduating from high school, she had gone to live in Minnesota to go to college. Helena had followed after her once she had turned 16 to live with her big sister, who had only been 19 at the time. They stayed together through her undergraduate years, but went their separate ways once MJ got her undergraduate degree. Mary Jane really needed to concentrate on her studies now that she was entering a graduate program. She had seen Helena through her high school years, and now with her getting accepted into St. Cloud State University, she expected that it was about time that her younger sister got a little bit of independence. The truth was; they needed a break from each other as well. They had at the time been living together for two years. A few years passed, and Mary Jane found work out in the state of Washington after completing her MBA from the University of Minnesota. Not to long after, she had learned that Helena, who was now living off campus was having a bit of a rough time. At the time she believed she had a case of delayed home sickness. She was threatening to move back home. This of course had been the last place where MJ wanted her to end up. So she had reluctantly agreed to allow her to come out to Washington on the condition that she continued her studies. She had agreed. For the last two years, yet again, they had been living together as roommates. In one of her first conversations with Eve, the topic of her friend had been brought up. Eve had described her friend as simply gorgeous in a glossy magazine, cover girl kind of way. Michelle had dismissed this as a bit of envy or an exaggeration or both. Meeting Mary Jane for the first time had changed her mind though. Michelle could see what guys saw in her. It was her looks. Cass and Eve were beautiful, but Mary Jane was model material. Like Cass, she was tall at about five-eleven, and like Eve, she had curves in all the right places. Her legs were impossibly long. She had once or twice overhead Eve mention that her measurements were 36d-25-36. Her hair was dark brown; almost raven, and it fell to just above her beautiful ass. The eyes were sparkling blue, and the face was rather exotic with high cheek bones, pouty lips and a gorgeous dimple. Her beauty made her an object of desire for many men and the envy of many women. Michelle did not envy her, well not really. The few times that they had met, Mary Jane had been very warm and friendly. No, Mary Jane did not make her jealous, though she did stir some emotions. The kind that left a girl a bit damp at times. What, however, had brought Michelle to lust after Mary Jane; well at least before it had begun to get serious with Helena, was the fact that she could never have her. The girl was straight and not at all interested in women as made clear by Cass and Eve. It was this that had placed her on a kind of ;pedestal the perfect woman. What she had not known at the time was that this had a younger sister. Well, that wasn't really true. She had known of her, but was had not seen her until earlier this fall. She worked at a café on campus called the Smoked Bean. They had been introduced one afternoon while she had hung around with Cass, Eve and Mary Jane. Mary Jane and Helena could not have been more different. Mary Jane was a bit of a math wizard having graduated with a double major in business and mathematics with an emphasis on statistics. Helena was barely able to pass college algebra, never mind calculus. When it came to statistics, she had needed a tutor. Helena, she was more literate in the humanities and knew two foreign languages, Spanish and Russian. She was twenty-two, a year younger than Michelle (a year and a half really) and in her last year before she graduated with a BS in psychology and a minor in art history. Michelle could never really understand that, but had not bothered to ask. It had been love upon first sight when she had first laid eyes on Helena that sunny and humid day in late autumn. She stood only about five-five or so with golden brunet hair. Her eyes were emerald green. Unlike her sister, she had more curves on her smaller frame, and a beautiful set of C-cups. What had originally attracted Michelle to the younger sister had been all of this. It had actually been something just as silly, however. Her being a friend of Helena gave Michelle a chance to be around her older sister. The true feelings for Helena had not come fourth for a while, though in truth, Michelle had always known that they had been attracted to her. Her fluid sexuality had played a role as well. Michelle had overheard a conversation between Mary Jane and Cass that led her to believe that Helena was bi. It had later been confirmed. While Helena still liked boys, she mostly liked to play with girls. The knowledge had been a disappointment, though not a subject of ridicule with Mary Jane. As for Helena and Michelle, they were good together. They synched. Helena had a more passive, less assertive personality than Mary Jane, though they shared a similar temperament. Michelle found her to be easy going and fun. Not moody, not dark or sarcastic. She was a joy to be around. Her smile was infectious, not to mention playful. Helena liked to tease and fool around. Her enjoyment of swimming and being active overall was a plus. As was her interest in photography, though both of them were rank amateurs compared to Eve. Helena was also a good kisser, something that she had found out in early October when they had been working on an assignment for Criminology 341. A really good kisser on many parts of Michelle's body, though they had kept it pretty PG. The truth was in their time together Helena had managed to keep herself at a distance, while still remaining close and "in the moment." They had kissed, necked and felt each other up on several occasions. Some more intimate stuff like humping had entered their relationship. Michelle was a bit miffed at not seeing her in the nude though. Seriously, they had been together for well over a month, and she had barely seen her topless. All of the excess teasing was beginning to make her feel like a high school boy being toyed with by his reluctant girlfriend. She was beginning to understand more and more every day what some guys went through with a girl who enjoyed toying with them. She knew Helena was not like that however. She enjoyed playing these games with Michelle, however, there was more to it than that. The truth was that she wanted to take things "slow." It was therefore a bit of a shock, and rather hurtful when she found out that her last girlfriend, Ezra Finch and Helena had been very intimate from day one. In early August they had a fight and had not spoken since. A formal breakup had never happened, though it was obvious that they were no longer together. This had led to Michelle ignoring Helena for a few days. When they eventually did manage to clear the air, Michelle had asked about it for about the sixth time, and unlike in the past Helena had given an answer. "Am I your girlfriend?" The question had caught her a bit off guard. It had really ground her at an emotional level. Michelle had always thought of them as just friends that played around, more like friends with benefits because neither was seeing anyone else, but not really serious either. What she found is that Helena and Mary Jane differed in another important way. Mary Jane wanted sex and the power trip that came with playing with men like they were little boys. Helena did not want that. The reason why she had broken it off with Ezra is because she had cheated on her with an old boyfriend. "When you come out to Cass and Eve about us, I will take the next step in our relationship," Helena had responded to the unanswered question that had left Michelle speechless and embarrassed. "And no sleeping with any guy friends, I really hate that." "I think I understand." "Do you?" Helena had genuinely inquired. "If you want to be with me, you have to be serious about us." Michelle got the unspoken vibe that she was free to look and flirt at other men and women, but anything more was cheating. No touching. Helena was interested in a serious relationship, and Michelle had honestly not realized it until than. She had thought about it over the weekend. She had tried to answer then and there in the affirmative, but Helena wanted her to sleep on it. When she had come forward on the Tuesday of the next week Helena had been positively gleeful, though a bit mystified as to why she hadn't already told them. "I want you to be there as well," Michelle remarked. Now it was Helena's turn to be nervous as well. They had talked about a dozen times about the right moment to bring it up, and it wasn't really that they couldn't reach an agreement, so much that they didn't have a concrete way to go about doing it. Helena was a bit ashamed to bring up the slightly overlooked fact that she hadn't told her older sister about them being together either. (Present moment) So there Michelle sat in her bedroom, two days after a surreal episode involving Eve and a Sybian. Something that she really didn't want to remember, but could not forget. She had made a fool of herself, though in truth she blamed Helena a bit, the mounting pressure of her upcoming finals and her stupid admission to Cass in the car of her possible bi-curiousness. Helena and Michelle had made out the day before on campus like a couple of high school girls with their boyfriends (or girlfriends). Their intimate contact had been so intense that she had almost felt an orgasm or so she thought. Helena, however, had pulled away at the last minute and left her a little high, but definitely not dry. Now she had gotten a response and knew that she was planning to stop over. Helena wanted to talk and that worried Michelle. She was apprehensive on what to expect. It was all happening so fast. They were going to be alone today. Cass and Mary Jane were out buying groceries for a movie night and Eve was working. That morning Michelle had thought of putting on something rather sexy to try and entice. For her part she had come to her senses after stepping out of the shower. Still, she spent the next hour working over a look. Not finding it, she settled for navy blue pullover and pair of gray sweat pants with "Juiced" embroidered in black on her ass. Her nerves were tripped even further a moment later when she heard a clear, clean knock at the door to the apartment. Her body tingled, her heart raced and she felt a bit of havoc in the stomach. Slowly she made her way off the bed, walked toward the door and with some hesitation answered it. What she saw made her a little more self-conscious. Helena had dressed up some. She wasn't in jeans or sweats. Helena wore a tight turtleneck sweater dress with a vertical black, white and gray pattern. It was accented by black, almost knee high arched boots. A pleasant smile was on her face, she had freshened up a bit before coming over. The hues on her face made her glow. Michelle was a mess, her hair, while combed had been twirled in ever which direction. It was not a good hair day. Worse, she had been crying. Okay, more like sobbing. "You look beautiful!" Michelle whispered, at bit of self pity in her eyes. Coming forward, Helena said, "So do you." When Michelle tried to protest, Helena planted a passionate kiss on her lips. Lips locked, they moved back into the apartment. Leaving her face, Helena's lips went to her neck. Michelle was now shaken. "What are you doing?" Michelle wheezed. Helena gazed into her eyes with a tender smile and simply said, "I am going to teach you how to eat pussy." Michelle blinked. She wondered if she was dreaming. Alarming bells were going off. This was so unlike Helena. Though she knew that she wasn't dreaming, and Helena was not high on anything. "Okay," Michelle gave as a puzzled response. They joined lips again, and Helena worked her hands around Michelle's sweatpants. Sliding them down to the ground, Michelle stepped out of them to reveal a black micro fiber boy short panty with an inch of lace trim at the uppermost point. Closing in on her, they kissed more as Helena's hands went to her panty covered ass cheeks and massaged her fingers into them. Michelle let out of moan. The hands than worked there way to the front after leaving her ass. Moving up, she played with the matching black bra under her navy pullover. Again, she got Michelle to moan, though this time it was a bit louder. Michelle was truly disappointed after Helena dropped her hands after giving her bra cover breasts a good handling for a few minutes. What she did next was still a bit unexpected. Her right hand trailed down past her belly button and onto her panties. Michelle froze. As Helena worked her from the outside, Michelle, who had felt warm, suddenly felt warmer. When she dipped her fingers into the panties a surprised groan left her lips. Closing her eyes, Helena's fingers worked their magic. Michelle soon found that she was biting her lip, and arching her back a bit. Intense feelings of pleasure were radiating from Helena simply moving her fingers around Michelle's clitoral hood, but only after spending considerable time teasing her lower lips. Gently playing with them in a back and forth motion. As the feeling continued to build she soon felt like she was hitting the brink. A bit scared, she dropped her hand down onto Helena's left shoulder. "What?" Helena said, still intent on continuing, only slowing down a bit but not even bothering to glance up. Michelle shifted a bit. Her belly was beginning to tighten. "I think you might want to slow down a bit or I might... well, you know," she breathed, more than a little out of breath. A rose petals flush growing over her body. "How exactly would that be bad?" she teased. An intense moan escaped Michelle's lips, and she almost lost her balance. "I thought you wanted to teach me how to go down on a woman?" "We can do both," Helena said with content. A bit of panic set in now. Still standing on the floor, she felt her belly really begin to tighten along with her ass. Moment by moment she was loosing focus as well. "Helena. You might... might want to slow it dow-n-n-n a bit. I think. I thin-k-k-k... I might serious-l-l..." Helena didn't and words escaped Michelle. An intense feeling, pulsating warmth radiated out of her pussy as she felt spasms. Her toes curled as the pleasure shot down both legs. Loosing balance, she fell back on the sofa; legs splayed with Helena still in her panties rubbing her throughout. Her climax continued, her back arched and Helena fell to her knees. Helena only slowing her fingers as Michelle's climax drew to a close, though she continued to gently swap her fingers on her lips. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 05 "That's was..." Michelle was at a loss for words. A blissful and lost in a fog look. The look gave Helena all the response she wanted or needed. "I'm sorry," she finally replied. Helena was stunned at the words. Slowing her motions a bit more, she thought maybe Michelle's was bit sensitive and didn't want to continue, though that didn't seem to be the case at all. "For what, what are you sorry about?" Michelle made eye contact as her eyes focused down. "I usually don't... well, orgasm so... soon," she panted, still out of breath. Helena ignored her. Her fingers returned to Michelle's clit. She flinched, but she kept a slight little motion going. Helena kept her motions to the outside, alternating sides. "Do you think you could cum again?" Michelle was lost. Her words didn't sink it at first. Closing her eyes, she seemed to be straining to think. "I think I can, though I take a while," she hoarsely replied. Once I reach the second I'm good..." she didn't finish. Helena didn't really fully grasp the words. Was she good as in "done" or was it something a bit intriguing? Not asking her at first, she used her other hand to slip down Michelle's panty, which meant eventually leaving with her right as well. Now naked down below, Helena went back to her pussy with her fingers on her clitoral hood and tongue teasing her lips. Pulling back with her tongue, she asked, "How are you good?" "What?" Michelle was preoccupied again. "I..." Patiently Helena pulled back a second time. "How are you good after your second?" Her tongue went back to her lips. "I'm either... well, done and really hypersensitive or they... get really easy, and I can cum a lot," Michelle panted. "How many times can you go?" Helena mumbled into her pussy lips. "I don't know." Helena was surprised that Michelle heard her. "I don't really count them or anything, at least most of them time and besides, they kind of like roll together a lot." Helena dropped her fingers, and moved her mouth to her clit. Using her lips to brush over her clitoris, Michelle stirred and let out an audible moan. Slowly the brushing of her soft lips turned to more contact with the sides and all around. "Longer you say?" Michelle thought. By now her back was arching off the sofa. The tightness had returned to her belly and thighs. Helena had barely even touched her clitoris and it hadn't even been five minutes. When she did ever so briefly Michelle went off. It had been a bit of a surprise to even Michelle. There had been little plateau. "Oh, fuck... I think I'm gonna, I'm..." and she was gone. Twisting and turning as Helena held on. Her arms over the back of the sofa, almost hoisting herself up as her thighs as a spasm racked through her body, and only slowly did she return to the safe round of the sofa below. "Wow," Michelle panted. "That was quick!" "I felt... hard to put into words." Michelle was truly at a loss for words. Helena was desperate for release as well by now, but was intrigued enough to keep exploring Michelle limits. This could be fun with girls. Michelle seemed capable of multiples, something different from Esra, who was a one and done kind of girl. One and done after forty plus minutes of jaw numbing attention. Esra really could see such a guy when it came to sex; that is when she wanted it. Michelle was more like her. "So do you think you could..." "Seriously, are you serious?" Michelle asked. "Yeah!" Helena chided. Michelle was silent for a moment. Moved her thighs out a bit, moved forward and her own left hand went down to dibble on her clitoris a bit. "Probably, I'm not overly sensitive or anything," she nervously laughed. "My back is hurting a bit though." Helena helped her with a pillow behind her back and then dove between her legs again. Less teasing this time, she went for a more direct approach. Michelle was already beginning to pick up steam when she suddenly uttered, "What about you?" "Later!" Helena muffled into her pussy. This orgasm was not as quick in coming. It was probably from all the down time Helena had thought. Michelle was getting to the point of orgasm and then oddly, falling back. It was frustrating even her a bit. "Maybe we should switch," Michelle had groaned in frustration. Helena would have none of it, she added a finger and then another into Michelle's canal. Putting pressure against the roof of her opening, and she had little trouble finding her spot, not the least unexpected. With the combined stimulation Michelle found herself quickly on the brink again, this slow climb more intense than even the first one. Helena had heard a click, but had been so in grossed in Michelle that she had failed to see the door handle twist. When she heard voices she froze. Michelle was slower to snapped out of it. The orgasmic freight train only moments away was now gone. Her eyes looked over to where Helena uplifted head, stilled positioned between her legs was looking. Cass and Mary Jane had entered with grocery bags in hands. Mary Jane saw them first, her smile went to a look of puzzlement. As Cass turned, her jaw dropped and the bag hit the floor. A smashed of glass could be heard. Helena winced. "What are you two... are you two a... together?" Cass thundered to a whisper. Michelle felt like crawling into a hole, Helena was at least dressed. She was spread out on the sofa with her panty and sweats on the other side of the moved out coffee table. Mary Jane didn't really seem fazed. Moving forward, she didn't move her head but Michelle suspected she got a glance of her pussy given the angle at which was facing the kitchen. "I think it's cute." "Did you know about this MJ?" Cass called out. "Not in the slightest." By now Michelle had leaned forward and had her legs tightly crossed together. Helena now a bit limp in the knees for other reasons had taken a seat next to her. "So when exactly were you two planning on telling us?" Cass inquired. "I don't know... I didn't know how you would respond." Helena eyes darted, growing tense. "We were planning on sometime today." Helena's eyes warmed and a slight smile returned to her face. Reaching forward, she grasped Michelle's hand in her own and they locked fingers. "Hell of a way to tell someone, opening the door and finding Ella going down on you," Mary Jane responded. "Shauna is going to kill me!" Michelle sobbed. "I doubt that very much," Cass calmly stated. "No kidding didn't..." "Mary Jane, she..." Cass cut her off, then stopped. The girls remained silent for a minute. "It's no big deal," Mary Jane repeated. "Says you!" Michelle quipped. "Yeah, it's not like Mary Jane hasn't walked in on me with Eve." "No kidding?" Cass gave her a crossed stare. Clearing her throat, "It's not like Cass hasn't walked in on me getting banged by some hot guy." "Really?" Helena broke in. "It's true." I remember the time that I walked in on Cass and Eve in pretty much the same position, though they weren't as clothed and may have been singing some more. "Huh?" Michelle added. "One of them was probably having an orgasm," Helena whispered, just loud enough for them all to hear. "Really, you had to say that?" Cass voiced. "I thought it would help." "It's not like it hasn't happened to you as well," Cass suggested. "I remember walking in on you getting banged from behind by some guy." "Well, I guess..." "You didn't know I was there, and I don't think he did either." "I might have." "I think you must have uttered every nasty word possible." "I was faking." "Like hell honey," Cass laughed. "The way that guy was going into you, I would have had an orgasm." "Orgasms actually," Mary Jane quietly added. All of them looked her way. "What, he was really good." "For a guy," Cass added. "I wouldn't know about that," Mary Jane remarked. "True. You're really missing out," Cass responded. Michelle now spoke up, "Okay, this is getting a bit weird." "I agree," Helena added. "I know you gals are only trying to help, but what I really need is to get dressed, have some space and talk to Helena." "Sure, I'll just get a..." "Leave it. You can clean it up later Ms. Tidy." Michelle and Helena were just as shocked as Cass at her utterance. "We'll give you gals some space by going in the bedroom." Coming up to her, she took Cass in hand and pulled her as Cass's eyes skimmed past the girls on the way into the room. Only when they closed the door did Michelle uncross her legs and get up. Helena handed Michelle her panties and watched as she slipped them on. She was still out of sync. "Are you still?" "What do you think?" Helena shrugged her shoulders. "I was this close to fucking... well you know. It felt like a bomb was about to leave my body." Looking down, Helena gestured. "Do you want me to take care of that?" "Here?" "Well not here, here... you could go back to your room or something," "Really with Cass and Mary Jane in the bedroom, you want to still?" "Sorry... I guess that just my clit talking as I didn't get any," Helena emphasized. "At least you didn't get caught with another girl's head between your legs." "Actually, I might have," Helena mumbled. Michelle stepped back. "What, you're not the first woman I've been with." Michelle felt a ping of jealousy course through her, but managed, "Good point." A few more minutes drifted between the girls before Michelle said, "You know I need to be getting to class in about an hour or so." Helena laughed and it caught Michelle's attention. "Nothing really." "What?" Michelle inquired. "Are you seriously going to go to school in those sweats and reeking of... pussy." Michelle hadn't really thought about it until now. "Well no, actually I was going to grab a shower and a new change of clothes." "I'll join you," Helena said. She followed Michelle into her bedroom, and was a bit disappointed when the door was left open. "I'm going to go grab a shower," Michelle announced. "You can wait here." She had gestured from anywhere from her bed to the two chairs on the far side next to the window. Helena pouted a little. "Don't I get to join you?" There eyes met. "We can't... I just can't right now, I've got... to think this over." To her credit, the shower was fast. Helena had barely had a chance to look the room over. Michelle had barely been gone long enough for Helena to give the room a quick once over, settle down on the bed and clicked through a few channels on the TV. The two girls had searched her closet for something to wear. The high point for Helena had been finding a blue panty and bra for Michelle. Afterward, they had reconciled on a navy blue form fitting sweater dress much like the one that Helena had on. With the knee high black boots the two looked a bit liked sisters, though they each had their own look. Once done, the two had ever so briefly had their lips meet, and what had begun as a simple kiss soon threatened to spiral out of control. Only the more content Michelle managed to break free and mumbled, "I've really got to be getting to class." It was of course an option class, and she had planned on missing it until this very moment. Chapter 5, Part 2: "What is Love?" Their car ride over to campus had been mostly in silence. They had taken Helena's black Subaru. Michelle at the moment did not have her own car. Well, she did but it had been left back at home with her parents. They didn't have enough space for three cars. She usually drove either Cass or Eve's ride if she needed to get somewhere and the bus was not available. A bit of a hardship but she was willing to compromise for essentially the free room and board, though she did fine herself paying for more and more residential expenses as of recently. Upon their arrival on campus, Michelle was growing a bit frustrated with Helena. She only had about twenty minutes to get to class and Helena had taken the longest route to campus and stalled a few times along the way. Worse, upon parking, Michelle suddenly found herself in a bit of a make out session. A few students passed by, though they seemed to pay them no attention. Eventually Michelle had enough of her coy playfulness and broke away from their kissing. "I've got to get to class," Michelle remarked. "Oh, do you have to?" Helena pouted. Michelle held her tongue; she knew what Helena was going through. "You should have gotten us here earlier," Michelle teased. "Don't tease," Helena had replied drly. A tense silence fell between them as Michelle straightened her appearance up a bit in overhead mirror. While adjusting her dress Michelle coyly responded again, "Maybe if we had gotten here earlier I could have, like fingered you off a bit, but now I've got to get to class." "I'm seriously, no teasing," Helena shouted. It hit Michelle like a verbal punch, and she turned to her "girlfriend." Helena could not keep a straight face, and a smile had broken through. Suddenly, a look of sheer disappoint came over Helena's face. "Call me when you get some free time, okay?" "Sure," Michelle had mumbled, not making eye contact as she walked forward. Her day had been much of a blur. The two classes that she had went fast, though the hour break between them had not. Michelle had been tempted to send Helena a text message, but had decided against it. There really wasn't enough time, and she needed to get some studying in. When she did see Helena again was just after her History 216 class ended at around 2pm. She hadn't texted her or left a voicemail, but rather shown up at the Smoked Bean. Oddly, Michelle had gotten a text from Helena. It hadn't been her day to work, but she was filling in for a girl who had boyfriend troubles. It was only for an hour or so until another employee could arrive an hour early to take over for her. The woman's normal shift was from 4pm until eight. While waiting, Michelle had ordered an Americano and the two had played around a bit, nothing intimate of course. There were too many people around. Afterward, Helena had changed out of her work uniform and back into her street clothes in the employee bathroom in back while Michelle waited outside the door. Without a place to go, the two walked around campus for a while. Neither really felt comfortable going back to Michelle's place, and Helena was against going back to her residence. An hour of naughty fun followed. They began by making out in a deserted class room in the Building for the Arts. It was a lecture hall on the second floor. It had been Helena's idea. A lot of kissing and some necking, but in time Michelle grew uncomfortable due to the growing number of voices that were walking the hallways to the doors some twenty rows up. Abandoning this, the two girls made a trip to the library. Taking the elevator up to the second floor, and finding some room between the stacks, the two continued from where they had left off. Helena eventually hitting her limited had dragged Michelle into the ladies' restroom. There, the somewhat timid Michelle had been persuaded by a very aroused Helena to help finger her off. It had been a bit graceless, but Helena had enjoyed it immeasurably. With her eyes still on fire and Michelle slowly beginning to feel the same way, the two had given in and gone back to Helena's place. Her sister had not been back. Helena taking the opportunity had practically dragged Michelle once again, this time into her bedroom. The two of them had made love off and on until a little after six. It amounted to Helena mostly showing her the ropes through the use of her own body. Michelle's first time going down on a girl had been awkward, and Helena had gotten a bit irritated, but she eventually got the hang of things. For her part, during their two hours off and on love making session, Most of the loving had been reserved for Helena in the beginning; it was a bit of payback for earlier. Helena had returned some loving to Michelle. Toward the end though, Helena had fingered Michelle and went down on her as well. A little over two hours later, and a half dozen orgasms between them the two had parted ways. Helena was suddenly very sleepy. In no condition to drive. Michelle had decided to take the bus back to her place over Helena's protest. She had promised to call Helena when she got back, which had done at a little after 7pm. (Back at her residence) On the way into the building and the walk up to her apartment building she noticed something for the first time that put a bit of a scare in her. Her lower back hurt a bit, and her breasts were a bit sensitive. She knew that time of the month was approach, about a week out. Still, the backache could have been explained by all the awkward positions they had been in. The same could be said for her sensitive breasts, which had received a lot of intense contact. Thinking back, she hadn't felt moody, though Helena had argued otherwise at times. "Well, at most I'll have the whole PMS thing to deal with for the next couple of days," she thought. She recoiled openly when she thought about having her actually period around the time of finals, but there wasn't much that she could do about it. Putting it out of her mind, she placed her key in the door and slowly turned the handle. Opening the door she was treated to the sight of Cass, Mary Jane and Eve in the kitchen. Cass had on black jeans, a long sleeve pull over tee. Mary Jane wore blue jeans with a camel off the shoulder sweater. Eve was the one that commanded her attention, though it hadn't been from what she was wearing, though that was a bit out of her style for an evening in with the girls. She had on an asymmetrical taupe with black color block dressed with a kimono sleeve. No, what caught her eye had been the naughty grin that Eve had given her. She knew. Michelle gave her pause because it meant that Cass and Mary Jane had told her about the events of early. The three of them were preparing dinner for a Monday movie night in. From what Michelle saw on the counter it looked like be beef noodle soap and a leafy salad. Walking past the, she opened a cabinet above the stove and pulled out what remained of her 1lb Heresy Dark Chocolate candy bar. Not even bothering to look around at the other women she shoved the contents into her mouth. Chewing the biter but enriched chocolate she swallowed. A grin of satisfaction came over her face for a brief moment. "Honey, refresh my mind... when is your period due again?" Cass asked, a bit of concern in her voice. "Why?" Michelle saw all three women looking at the wrapper to what had been a 1lb bar last night. "I'm not... I'm not due for about a week," she mumbled. "You sure?" one of them asked. Michelle a bit unnerved, "Do you have to be so stereotypical... I got PMS or my period or whatever, so I would be eating chocolate?" "So when can we expect those moody blues and infamous sulking you go through?" Eve chimed in. Embarrassed, Michelle rolled her eyes. "I don't... get that moody." "Really? Seriously?" Cass and Eve joined in together. "Can we not talk about this now," Mary Jane added. "Why?" Cass inquired. Mary Jane stumbled a bit over her words. "I'm... well, I'm... kind of," MJ whispered. She looked away for a brief moment. "Never mind guys, it's nothing." "You've got your period don't you," mumbled Michelle. "Yesss," she hissed. "I'm mostly done, but yeah." "Do you get moody when your pmsing?" Michelle genuinely inquired. Cass and Eve gave each other a knowing smile. "Not exactly, I get..." Cass and Eve broke in laughter. "I get kind of horny." Now all three girls were laughing, Michelle just watching on. "Speaking of which all of this talk has got me thinking that maybe I need to stop and use the bathroom for a moment." Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 05 With her now gone, Michelle turned to Cass and Eve and inquired, "She gets horny before her period?" They both laughed a bit. "We all get kind of horny just before your period.," Eve replied nonchalantly. " "Well, maybe not all of us," Cass added. "You know, it's kind of around the time that PMS gets to be bearable." "You start feeling better, and then no sooner and you're leaking like an old faucet," Eve chimed in. "Well, Mary Jane is a bit different," Cass replied in a low voice. "She's really, well horny throughout her pmsing." "The whole time, and I think it gets even worse at the end," Eve giggled. "She's still moody and bitchy, but needy as well." "Honestly, it's a bit strange," Eve chimed in again. "How is that even possible?" Michelle inquired aloud. Most of the time when she was going through this, she usually wasn't thinking about sex at all. It really was one of the furthest things from her mind. "Well at least I'm not while I'm actually having my period," Mary Jane responded. All of them had missed her return. Looking over at Cass and Eve, they really didn't have much of a come back. No sooner had Mary Jane returned and the food laid out over the dining room table. After, a movie order on On-Demand video. Only a few minutes in Michelle began to feel different. She was cramping. "These are the pre period cramps," she thought. A sense of dread filled her. Her back ache was ever increasing as well. She was getting a bit of a dizzy feeling. Her face felt flushed. She had debated about sneaking into the bathroom and slipping on a liner, but had decided against it. It usually took most of the day before her flow started. She could worry about it before she went to sleep tonight, not until. The girls each grabbed a plate and took their meal over to by the television. Cass and Eve sat on the sofa together with Mary Jane and Michelle in chairs. Michelle watched on as the other girls downed their meals, while she simply played with it. She moved the beef and salad around the plate with her fork with only a few bites between. Mary Jane took notice. "Are you... okay?" Cass and Eve now were looking over as well. Placing their plates down on the coffee table, they looked over with looks of concern. "I'm fine," she numbly stated. "Michelle?" Eve asked, a bit of strain in her voice. Michelle felt deadened all over. Her cramps had just started, not even twenty minutes ago and she already felt dampness between her legs. At first she had tried to excuse it as possible a bit of vaginal sweat, but she knew better. This was not how it was supposed to happen. She was too early. This was not the way it happened. She felt confused above all. It was literally like she was in 5th grade again and had begun her period for the first time in science class. The very thought drove an intense shudder through her. "It's a fucking week early," she whispered. Cass and Eve didn't get it at first, but Mary Jane did. Turning to her Michelle she bit her lips, a consoling look on her face. "Are you actually, well you know?" Looking down at the area between her legs, a bit embarrassed, she quickly glanced away. "I think so." A long pause as Michelle shifted in her chair. "I'm kind of warm and wet." MJ gave her a questioning look. "I know it's not in a good kind of way," she corrected herself. She looked away. A hand went to her wrist and she coiled back until she saw that it was Mary Jane. A warm and knowing smile traced her lips. "I need a bathroom break. Care to join me?" Michelle had been embarrassed. She felt a bit like she was in junior high again. Eve and Cass had found it entertaining, and this annoyed Michelle all the more. So the two of them had ended up leaving the two women to watch TV, while they stepped out for the time being. Michelle had thought they were going back to her bathroom, and was a bit startled when she stopped at Cass and Eve's bedroom. She had been lost in thought. Unbelievably this had gone from one of the best days; she was now with Helena... to this! They didn't go into together, one went in and the other stayed outside. Mary Jane had offered her a tampon, and Michelle had taken it. She hadn't been in the mood to walk all the way back to her own bathroom to get one, and that would have defeated the purpose anyhow. When Mary Jane emerged for the bathroom a few minutes after her she had inquired with curiosity, "I thought your period was running down?" "I thought it was to," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I was a day late anyway." With that said, Michelle found herself back in the living room with Mary Jane, Cass and Eve all watching Inception on the television screen. She got a bit teary. A growing feeling of contentment taking hold, she may be having an unexpectedly, early period but at least she had good friends. Chapter 5, Part 3: "So I was Thinking..." Michelle felt better for the first time in about four days. An early period had put a cramp in her life in both the literal and figurative. No longer did she feel like a bloated, rushing and at times leaky mess. The headache and backache were gone. The worst of it had been the night before when she had some rather intense cramping for her, enough so to reach for multiple tablets of Advil throughout the night. Come to think of it, this had been her worst period in as long as she could remember. It wasn't that the length or rate of her flow had increased, but rather that she had more symptoms than usually. Usually, the only typical symptoms she had were some mild cramping at the beginning and end of her period with a bit of a backache at times. It didn't really matter, however. Her period was over, well mostly. Her flow was still light, very light, though not quite spotting. Still, after a long relaxing shower this morning, she was jovial to be over the worst of it. A light tampon and she had forgotten about it. About an hour later she had caught the bus to school. Even though it was a Saturday, she had a study group session for her American History 216 class. A class that had been a bit more difficult than she had original imagined because it consisted of nothing more than a midterm, final and research paper. She still remembered getting the syllabus on the first day. It had horrified her when she saw that the class had only two exams and a paper. In the past she had taken other history courses that they unusually had either three or four well placed exams over the course of the semester. Still, she had been determined to stick it out. Her persistence had paid off. She had done well on her midterm, getting an A-, which was not bad for a professor who routinely gave C and D grades. The class average was a low B, so this had given her a lift in confidence. Her paper had been on the history of economic depressions within the United States. The paper had mostly been done over the course of two consecutive weekends with about a month of research prior. Still, she had felt confident going in, and had been a bit disappointed to get her 40 page paper back with a grade of a B. This left her with needing to ace the final exam, which accounted for 75% of the total. The paper had been twenty, and the midterm the other five percent. A bit panicked at this point, she began attending weekly study sessions for the final exam that had begun the last week of November and lasted from 1pm to 5pm in the afternoon. For the most part she had been faithful, missing only one. That had been last Saturday when the girls had talked in into spending a day at the mall instead of spending the day on campus. Luckily for her, most of the material from the week before had been covered again this week. The focus had been on American following the Great Depression and stopping at the Vietnam War. For the most part everything had gone as planned. She had arrived early and taken her seat in a medium size lecture hall of about a 120 seats fanning back more than a dozen rows. Her choice in clothing for that afternoon had been blue jeans, as usual and a baby blue tee-shirt that showed off her bust a bit much, so went in the bathroom just before the study sit in had begun. She quickly slipped off the shirt and threw it in her backpack. Two items of clothing came out next. The one that went on first was a white form fitting shirt. This was covered by a long sleeve, green cashmere knit sweater. Returning to class a little over ten minutes later she found that she was just in time. Taking her seat, the TA, a tall man of about six feet six, a bald black man in his mid twenties went through a series of power points. She shifted in her seat and inwardly she groaned. She despised PowerPoint presentations. They were so boring. So utterly meaningless with such a limited application of information, it was little more than the most basic summaries of information in bulleted format. On the positive side, the black guy was kind of cute. What, however, caught her eye about thirty minutes into the study session and just as her hand was beginning to cramp for the first time was the girl a to her left who was a role down, toward the wall. Michelle was seated in the middle column, to the left, two rows from the bottom. Michelle saw an Asian girl of about twenty, a few years younger than herself. She wore a black gown. Her hair was jet black was pulled back and she had just a hint of blue eye liner, which highlighted the most gorgeous brow eyes. Her frame was petite and she guessed her measurements were as well. What caught her eye was not her beauty, but rather that she seemed lonely even though she was surrounded by her friends. A growing sensation at the pit of her stomach began to manifest. Her bra began to get a bit tight. Michelle was a bit staggered. This was of course rather typical, just as her period was winding down; she usually got in the mood. Today was one of those days. She only hoped that her period would be over by Monday. Onward, the class went. Off went the slide show presentation and up came the blackboard. Their TA wrote of a series of topics that were essential to the "periods." He should have written events. Michelle laughed a bit to herself at the choice of wording. On and on it continued. Her hand began to fall asleep again, her back was getting stiff and she was in need of a restroom visit. At the class two hour mark class recessed and she made her way down the hall, but came upon a full bathroom. Exiting, she headed down two flights of stairs and after a bit of searching found another restroom. Entering she saw beige tiles, a line of sinks and a long mirror and in back were four chrome silver stalls. Making her way in the first one, she exited just as quickly. "Gross" was her only thought. Her next choice proved better, the stall at the far end, closest to the wall with a closed door. Taking her time, she managed to eventually sit on the toilet. After relieving her swollen bladder she decided it was as good a time as any and changed the tampon. It pleased her to see that very little blood had been collected. Straightening up in front of the mirror after her washing her hands, she eventually gathered her things. Making her way up to sets of stairs, she entered just as the study session was set to resume. Surprisingly, no sooner had they got started again and it was over. The second half had ended early. Only an hour in and they had finished the material planned for the day. Deciding not to sit around and chat, she made her way out. Unexpectedly, she did not miss the bus, but was on time. Climbing up the steps, she flashed her student ID and made her way to the back. Stopping about midway, she took a seat. A bit nervous as three teenage males that looked like wannabee gang members were seated at the back of the bus. A chill went down her as one of them; the white guy with the shaved head gave her a smile. It was a bit too territorial. She returned a brief smile and ever so carefully looked away. Much to her relief a series of girls, who looked to be freshmen, got on at the next stop before they left campus. About an hour later, she got off a block away from her apartment. A few minutes later she was unlocking the door to their apartment. Entering, she saw that Eve was in the kitchen and was a bit astonished to see her back so soon. Astonished might not have been the best word choice, she looked uneasy. For her part, Michelle noticed nothing at first. Eve had on long sleeve heather gray shorts and a navy blue shirt. She had a bag of potato chips in hand. Only than did Michelle realize that Eve was making little attempt to turn around and greet her. "You're home early?" Michelle had originally planned and staying a little while after the study session ended. Well, that had been the plan that she had told Eve about the evening before. "The class got out early, what are you to up to?" A bit of a flush came to Eve's face. She avoided eye contact with Michelle, putting the chips down on the counter and walking back into the kitchen. Over by the refrigerator, and mostly ignoring her, Michelle came further in. Turning, and working quickly, she pulled two sodas. Shutting the door, she placed them onto the counter next to the potato chips. "So where is Cass?" A bit of a coy smile came over Eve's face. "She's resting." Michelle gave pause to the words and then after taking a second glance at her she realized her mistake. It was obvious that they had been getting intimate and that she had disturbed them. This would explain Eve's attempt at avoidance. Michelle felt a need to get out and take a long walk for a while to give them their privacy. She still felt guilty about having spied on them that one night a few weeks back. She hesitated though, a bit intrigued by what she saw. Eve had a bulge in her shorts. The kind of guy gets when he sporting some major wood. "What have you... is that a... between your legs?" Michelle stumbled. Turning her head around, she looked as if she half expected Cass to emerge from the bedroom any moment. When she didn't several seconds later, she moved forward and they both moved out of the kitchen and over by the foyer. "What do you think it is?" Eve coyly smiled. "I have an idea," Michelle responded. "I want to have a peak too." "Are you crazy?" Eve pushed down on the material of her shorts, and it became all too obvious what it was. Michelle could not help but blush. "No, I'm just curious." A very long and pregnant pause filled the air. "I've never really seen one of them before." Eve thought about it ever so briefly and then moved passed her. Walking into the laundry, Michelle followed in behind her but kept her space. Carefully and with great slowness, Eve rolled down her shorts in front to give her a view. Michelle's mouth opened. It wasn't really what she anticipated. She expected to see a panty harness with a dildo sticking out. Her landing strip was fully exposed. The dildo like toy was coming up from down under. A black, well sculpted phallic shaped. Michelle was at a loss for words. "What the fuck?" she said, a bit too loudly. "Shh!" hissed Eve. "Sorry." Still, looking at the device, Michelle continued, "I don't get it, how is that even possible?" "Here," she whispered. Moving her shorts down a bit more, she saw that the phallic shaped, dildo was somehow inserted into her vagina. "My PC muscles provide the support that keeps Mr. happy in place." A widening smile traced her lips. Michelle wanted to touch it, but overcame her need to do so. It looked so smooth. It seemed to be calling out to her. A sensation of needing to be penetrated was rising as well. Damn this. What the fuck was she thinking? She needed to clear her head. "I hope that you don't want me to give you a demonstration?" Taking a step back, Michelle said, "No." That would be just too weird and Helena if she ever found out would dump her sorry ass on the spot. Eve pulled her shorts back into position, and humorously, adjusted her cock like a guy. "Good, now if you don't mind, I've got some business to attend to." Walking past, Michelle stopped her dead in her tracks with, "That would be fun to try with Ella." Eve spun on her feet, "Wait, seriously?" Michelle bit her lip a little and partial lied, "Well, no. I mean it sounds interesting, but I'm not trying into that kind of thing anymore." It had been a bit of a lie. As arousing as it may be, the device looked awkward and a bit scary. "To each her own," Michelle silently mused. Eve soon realized that she had misread her. She had thought Michelle was talking about the two of them. Still, it wasn't hard to see why. Michelle seemed to be openly flirting with her at times, and to her discredit Eve really she had been just as flirtatious back. "Tell you what; I'm going to step out for a while," Michelle grimaced. "I'll let you get back to doing whatever it is that you are doing," Michelle nervously laughed. "You don't have to; why not just go back into your bedroom for a bit?" "No, I think getting out for a while would do me some good." In truth, Michelle had no idea what to do or where to go, but she needed to get out of the situation and think. "I'll can text you when were done," Eve added. Having her wait for a moment, she went back into the kitchen; coming back she tossed her Cass's keys to the Civic. "At least take the car, I don't like the idea of you riding the bus at all hours." "Good idea," Michelle responded. Michelle really wasn't going to argue with her that it wasn't that late. It was getting dark though, maybe she had a point. With that she was out the door. An idea than came into motion and she sent Helena a message. Getting a favorable reply, she made her way down the long corridor, the stairs and out into the parking lot. In back, a good distance was the garages. Opening the door, she slid in the car. Turning it on, she backed out. Making her way out of the parking lot, she found her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Helena. The townhouse where she was living was a good twenty minute drive. Not unsurprisingly, she made it in less than fifteen minutes. Pulling into her drive, she let herself out and locked the door behind her. Mary Jane, the older sister was out on a date with another guy, and this gave her some quality free time alone with Helena. Coming up to what she could only be described as a suburban brownstone. Four apartments side by side, two stories high, and made of a mix of stone and brick. Walking onto the steps, she barely had knocked when Helena open the door and almost dragged her inside. "So, how are you girl?" Helena smiled. It sent a shiver down Michelle, the good kind. It probably didn't hurt that she was wearing a blue dress, one that barely came past her luscious ass. Her long legs ever present below, though she was barefoot. Her brunet, almost raven hair (now) was tightly combed and flowing down her back. Looped rings adored her ears, silver ones. Helena's posture was to the side, giving Michelle a glimpse of her hips. Her breasts were as predominate and alluring as ever. Following behind, she couldn't help but follow her butt as it swayed from side to side. Turning around just before they were fully into the living room, Helena jumped into Michelle's arms, and they exchanged a long kiss. Seconds quickly became minutes with her lips tightly pressed up against each other. As expected, Michelle felt Helena's tongue enter her mouth and dance around a bit. Her fingers dropped from cupping her face and fell to her back. Pulling back ever so briefly, they smiled at one another before pressing their lips together again. It felt so good to Michelle. Helena's lips were so soft, and her breath inviting with a trace of lemon mint in her mouth. Michelle's heart was beginning to beat more rapidly. Her bra was quickly becoming confining. A subtle warmness could be felt throughout her body. An intense throb was beginning to grow between her legs. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 06 Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). This is the sixth story in the story arc. I hope you enjoy this submission! As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged. **************************** Standing Under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall Chapter 6: The Canary is a Bird of Prey (Sunday, the day before exam week) Michelle awoke to the sound of buzzing and rattling. At first she had not really known where the sound was originating from. As she began to awaken, however, she realized that it was her phone. It was on her nightstand. A bit unnerved, she grasped onto it, she looked at the display. "U done yet, I want to fuck," it read simply. "Sure. When and where?" Michelle typed. "I'm thinking..." the response. Michelle waited, and waited. Eventually she got inpatient with Helena. "And?" "I still thinking," she teased. "Why don't you call me and we can talk about it?" She had of course called; later in the morning after having a shower and fixing herself up a bit. Helena had ended up by coming over to Michelle's. Cass and Eve already knew that they were a couple, and unlike Helena's sister, Mary Jane, they were full comfortable with the idea of two women being together. That morning they had simply hung around watching television and Helena ate with the rest of Michelle's "family." In the afternoon, the girls had gotten a bit mischievous when Cass and Eve had stepped out for a while. They ended up by making love most of the afternoon, from around 1pm until 5pm, and only breaking it off a bit upon the return of Cass and Eve. No sex had taken place since. They hadn't seen much of each other the week of finals, though they did stay in contact by text messages and a few well timed phone calls. For the most part their exchanges had been devoid of sex. For the most part their exchanges had been just not, not all that intimate and definitely not phone sex. Michelle actually worried that they were beginning to suffer from lesbian death bed, which she had read about on the internet and they were not even four months into their relationship. (Present Day, December 22nd) Finals had ended on December 16th, and it was now December 22nd. Michelle had woken up early that morning, around 5:30am. Not bothering to lounge around in her sleep clothes, she had taken a shower right away, and while getting dressed had left Helena a text. She was a bit taken back when she got a text message back within only minutes, and it simply read, "U-wanna-cum-over?" Michelle could only chuckle. Yes, she did want to come over. It had been too long since her last encounter with Helena. Her visit, however, got delayed by Eve's who was running late for a paid shoot that had been contract out to her. It wasn't much. An online news site wanted pictures of a local holiday parade in Olympia. The trouble was that she needed her telephoto lens. Finding her wide angle and fish eye lenses had been easily enough. The telephoto lens was a different story. It was nowhere to be seen. Eve had looked everywhere. The last place she had remembered it having been, in her camera bag with her other lenses. It was not like her to misplace stuff. A few minutes into what can only be described as a bit of a freak out, Cass and Michelle had joined in the search. The search had been ongoing for the last hour, and hence she was now late to the event. They were on the verge of giving up and Eve was almost in tears when Michelle had found it buried in the closet. It had been found a few feet below the closet self which the camera and equipment had been placed. Honestly, Michelle hadn't seen it at first. The very area where it had been found had been searched at least twice. Only an odd shadow had attracted her attention. It had been barely noticeable jammed between a pair of shoes. During their search, Michelle had texted back Helena that she was going to be delayed. She had tried to explain the situation, but got a bit of chilly response on Helena's behalf. After two messages sent, she got back a text from Helena that simply read, "Fine." So at about eight, an hour and a half after Michelle had originally planned to leave, she found herself climbing into the passenger door as Eve got into the driver's side. Cass had decided to stay behind. Not too long after Eve had put the keys into the ignition, placed the car in gear and pulled off onto the main roadway Michelle saw an opportunity. "Is everything okay between you and Cass?" Michelle asked with a soft edge to her voice. Eve seemed unnerved by the question. Michelle had not read the situation wrong. The two women had been tense around each other. To not see that there was a bit of rift between them would have been impossible. It was part of why she was so late in the first place. Even after finding the lens, the two had stayed behind in the bedroom to talk, well argue really about something in hushed tones. No harsh words had been exchanged. However, upon exiting the bedroom and two girls went in separate direction. Michelle had wondered ever so briefly if she should have brought it up at all. It might have been something that was really none of her business, something intimate. By the pained look on Eve's face she began to wonder if maybe her first instinct had been right all along. Michelle watched as Eve began to tear up, whipping them away as she did, while keeping a hand on the stirring wheel. "Look, I didn't mean to pry," Michelle stammered. A deafening silence fell between the two women. Eve was trying to compose herself. "I just thought that maybe it could hurt to... well." "Cass wants to have a baby," Eve choked. A look of guilt and worry on her face was now evident on her face. "Okay," Michelle responded, almost spilling the coffee that she had in her hand. The coffee in hand was a paper cup; a double shot Americano the contents. Eve had made it for her with Cass watching on from the living room coldly just before the two of them had departed. "Cass wants to have a baby," Eve repeated. Michelle felt her heat stutter momentarily. "When and how did this come about?" It took Eve a moment to compose herself again. The tears were beginning to stream down her face. Michelle had a sense of dread that it might distract Eve's driving. It might have been a selfish thought given how much pain looked to be in, but safety came first. So she was relieved when Eve turned off onto a less populated road. With very little oncoming traffic Michelle asked again. "How did this all come about?" The answer was slow in coming. "Honestly, it's not all that new. We have been looking at adoption for about a year. The issue there was that we were a long shot," a bit of bitterness in her voice came to the front. "Yeah," Michelle encouraged. "Her mother has been encouraging her, her parents really. They want grandchildren. We're beginning to get up there in age." "You've got to be kidding me, you're 25 and Cass is 24," Michelle thought. She was at a loss for how to respond. "Not really, sweetie," Michelle thought, but held her tongue. "Well, recently Cass has thought about getting artificial insemination," Eve stammered. "The trouble is that she doesn't really have the time as she works long hours at the law firm." "So she wants you to carry the child?" Eve inhaled deeply, almost choking on her breath. Michelle winced, though she saw that the tears were beginning to dry up. Eve had pulled off and turned into a parking lot of a local school, a grade school. Michelle froze, but Eve seemed too in her own moment to notice. "She wants me to have the baby. I only work at the Smoked Bean and have a part-time photography gig." "So you don't want to have a baby?" Michelle attentively inquired. "I do, but I didn't really like being told that I am the lesser partner in our relationship," she replied in monotone. "And..." "Cass even reminded me that her parents could easily foot the bills while I took off from work and stuff. I've only got my father," Eve sighed, almost in tears again. Somehow Eve held back from crying though. "So what else is there to this?" Michelle asked, sensing that there was a bit more to their disagreement. "Cass wants me to start trying to get pregnant this spring... by artificial insemination," Eve responded. Eve turned to look over at Michelle, the two made eye contact for really the first time. "Spring is too soon, I've got to have more time to think this over." "I think maybe in a few year or so I would be fine with it, but not right now." "And?" Michelle asked. She knew that there was still more to it. Eve straightened up, moving her head away from the stirring wheel. She could hardly look at Michelle in the eyes, anymore. "I want to get pregnant in a more traditional method; artificial insemination sounds cold and sterile." Dead silence fell between the girls as Michelle now knew the main argument between Cass and Eve. "We're both bi really, and I had simply suggested that Mary Jane might be able to help me find a male that could... you know." "Give you a baby," Michelle echoed. "Yes! Well, us... give Cass and I a baby." A bit of a smirk came to Eve's lips. "She didn't really get it." Her left hand went to her eyes again, and glazed over them to wipe away the remaining tears. "Does that make me a bad person?" "No, you want what you want, Cass has got to let you make just as much of the decision if you are the one carrying the child," Michelle stated. Taking the car out of park, Eve drove back and exited the parking lot. A few streets and turns later they were approaching Mary Jane and Helena's brownstone. "I even want her to be part of it. To be present rather that have me go off and have some pseudo affair or something." Michelle was brought back to the present by the words. Her mind had been on Helena. She had wondered if they were together for a few years if Helena would want children. Michelle did, she had wanted them for a while, though she was in no position to have children at the moment. "It sounded pretty reasonable," Michelle said. "I thought so to. It was after all little more than a hypothetical idea. Cass didn't see it that way." Stopping, Michelle looked away from Eve and saw that they had arrived at her destination. Another hour had passed, and it was now a little after 9am. Michelle had originally felt like canceling her plans and spending the day with Eve. This was pretty serious. "You sure you don't want me to tag along?" Michelle questioned. "Don't be silly!" Eve had responded, a bit too quickly for Michelle's taste. Still, as she looked her friend over, it was apparent that she needed some time alone to think. They embraced briefly, and Michelle kissed her on the cheek as she exited the silver Civic. "I'm fine; maybe after I'm done with the shoot, I'll give you a call." "I'll be waiting," Michelle cheerfully stated, though with a hint of a somber tone to her words. Michelle than found herself alone as Eve pulled out of the parking lot. She was a barrel of nerves as she made her way up to the steps of Helena's residence to ring her door bell. A bit of a delayed followed, and Michelle got to wonder if she was even home. The door did begin to swing open, and she was greeted by Helena. She was not really delighted to see Michelle, nor was she angry. It looked to Michelle like she just got out of bed. A yawn followed as opened the door, stepped aside and let Michelle in. "I'm sorry I'm late," Michelle apologized. "Don't be," Helena cut her off with a yawn. "Where's your sister?" "Out with one of her boyfriends," Helena responded. Normally this would bring out a bit of a sly grin on the part of Helena. Today, nothing more than a disjointed expression that was very hard to read. Still, Michelle felt that she needed to push the issue. "So do you want to?" Michelle came up to Helena and eyed her up and down. Helena was dressed in a more intimate manner than Michelle. Her arms and legs were bare; she wore only a strappy dress. It fell off from her body and failed to cover much below her ass cheeks. It was a purple flowery print. A necklace hung just above her breast with the dressed pushing up her cleavage. A thought of whether she was wearing any panties sent a chill through Michelle, and began to warm her a bit between her legs. "Maybe later, why don't we just hang out for a while?" Michelle frowned, but Helena paid it little attention. Michelle began to wonder if it had something to do with the way she was dressed. Her style was not as intimate. She wore only a tight pair of blue jeans with a long sleeve red button down shirt. Her long brunette hair flowing over her shoulders, a necklace around her neck as well and her cleavage predominate as well. This worried Michelle as Helena loved to play with her breast. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" Michelle inquired, a bit lost and sensing a need to relieve a swollen bladder. "Help yourself," Helena said dryly. She took a seat on the sofa, turned the television on and put it on mute. Michelle braced herself, she knew that the fireworks were about to explode and they were not the good kind either. Helena looked to either be about to unload on Michelle or truly disinterested. Making her way back to the foyer, she made a left and turned into the bathroom. The door was ajar. Slipping through, she was greeted to a simple room with a toilet, sink and little more. Sensing a growing urgency, she unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them down with her panties and hovered over the toilet seat. Sitting down, she proceeded to do her business before wiping. Standing, she pulled up her panties and then her jeans. Michelle was lost in thought as she zipped up and buttoned her jeans once again. Coming forward, something stopped her dead in her tracks. In the sink with a towel underneath was a vibrator. It was not a dildo, nor was it the clitoral kind. This make was the more traditional classic model. Taking hold of it, she wrapped the towel around it and placed it upon the toilet top while she washed her hands. With that done, her attention returned to the device. Picking up the towel, she slipped the vibe out and let the towel fall away. Taking the toy in hand, she examined it with both hands. It was not that traditional after all. It looked expensive. The vibe was smooth blue with a white handle; a silver ring divided the handle from the insertion tip. At the top was an "on" button, the ring that separated the white portion from the blue must have served as an intensity gauge. She was proven correct when she turned it on her so briefly at the lowest setting. A bit of a naughty thought came through Michelle at that moment. She wondered if Mary Jane would mind if she took the toy for a test drive. The growing warm between her legs was as good a sign as any for her to do so, though she knew it was not to be. It was just wrong for her to do such a thing, and besides, she didn't have a condom to slip on the sleek, wonderful feeling device. With the vibrator in hand, Michelle exited the bathroom. "It seems that your sister was involved in a little foreplay before her date," Michelle sneered. Helena's eyes glanced over; embarrassment came to her face. Her legs hit the floor, and she sprang to her feet. Walking over to Michelle, she snatched the vibe out of Michelle's wands a bit forcefully. "That my vibe!" Helena retorted. It was almost a bark and it sent a numbness down Michelle. She flinched. "I'm sorry." Helena stopped; the anger rapidly fell away as she ran the device between her finger tips. A bit of shame came over her, and she hung her head. Looking up, she saw a smile on Michelle's face. "What?" Helena muttered with a defensive tone to her voice. Michelle didn't answer. "Spill it already," her follow up statement, more anxious than annoyance. "I'm just surprised is all... though I'm cool with it," Michelle remarked. "It's kind of your fault anyway," Helena coyly responded. "My fault?" Helena gestured the vibe at her. Embarrassed, she thought better and it fall. Pointing the tip to the ground and modestly said, "You were late." That got Michelle's attention. Her heart ached for Helena. "I didn't know if you were even going to show." Only than did Michelle realize that she hadn't really explained the situation She had lost out on a little bit of fun. Worse, she felt so shitty now, she had let Helena down. Still, it had really been under her control, Eve had needed someone to talk to. Eve had needed her. "Sometimes a girl needs a little cock." A reflective pause in Helena's voice followed. "Even a mostly lesbian," she coyly said. This gave way to a picture of Helena with a guy. A bolt of anger went through her. "Cass and Eve had a fight," Michelle said dryly. The words had not been planned, and she regretted the very moment she uttered them. The grin on Helena's face fell. A look of worry replaced it. "How bad?" her only words, a look of worry increased. Michelle gestured her head. Not at all sure how much to tell her, and came up with, "It wasn't that bad, though it left Eve in tears. They really aren't speaking to each other right now." "What was it about?" Biting her lip, Michelle uttered, "I can't really say, you need to go to Eve about it." "Michelle, my sister and Eve have been like sisters since they were in college. I think I am entitled to know. Mary Jane needs to know." The words had been a bit harsh, but not in tone. "I just don't feel comfortable telling you," Michelle winced. Her arms crossed over her chest, a feeling of coldness coming over her. Helena gave pause to this. A bit of a smile came to her face. "This would be about Cass and Eve wanting to have a baby would it?" Michelle's jaw fell open. Unbelievable, Michelle thought. "How did you know?" Michelle asked. Walking back to the sofa, Michelle followed. Tossing the vibe on the sofa, she turned to face Michelle. "Eve stopped by to talk to my sister about it. I overheard bits of the conversation." "Huh," Michelle remarked. With a smile now on her face, she came up to Michelle and they began to kiss as their lips met. Michelle sensed that the momentary coldness was now gone as Helena's lips and tongue worked their magic. Breaking away, she eyed Helena in puzzlement. "So how was it," Michelle teased. "How was what?" Now it was Helena's turn to be truly puzzled. Michelle smiled, "How was the vibe?" "You mean Avery?" "Avery?" Michelle echoed, a bit stunned for only a second. "Yeah, my vibe precious," Helena laughed. "Why did you name it Avery?" Michelle felt a bit uneasy with the question, but she was intrigued. "You could have named it Veronica or something." The device didn't look like an Avery, though it didn't look like Veronica either. It was blue after all. "I named it Avery. It's a gender neutral a name." Relief came to Michelle. She was worried for a second or two. "So how was it?" Helena reflected on her question. A smile came to her face. She gestured with her shoulders, "A didn't really get along to using him that long as I kind of lost interest after a while." "Why?" Helena a bit embarrassed responded, "Orgasms. No, make that orgasm, as in having one... not that plentiful recently. I'm kind of in a funk or something." "So, do you need any help?" Michelle suggested, coming forward. "I would love that." Their lips meant and they began to kiss. Breaking apart, Helena voiced her frustration by pouting. Michelle having moved passed her; she took long of the vibe, and flipped it on in the very next motion. A low humming sound was emitted. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 06 "Why don't you take Avery for another spin? I'll be there too, we can have a threesome." Helena gave Michelle a dirty look, but a smile came to her face and she bit her lip. Coming forward, Michelle met her lips. A moment later, Helena eyes shut and she bit Michelle's upper lip in a bit of a retreat. Michelle had placed the vibe between Helena's legs while they had been making out. A smile came to her face, no longer startled and her lips returned to Michelle's and her arms wrapped around her neck. Michelle held her with a single arm, her left dangled over her shoulder and the right grasping the vibrator between her legs. Slowly the intensity of their kissing became more intense. Over time, Michelle even would break away to kiss her lower neck or feel a breast in the palm of her hand. Little though had changed in what they were doing, Michelle only ever so slightly rising the dial. An aim only accomplished by moving her other hand quickly down to turn the knob. For her part, Helena hadn't even seemed to notice. They continued to make out as she had upped the temple. Suddenly, Helena broke away. Michelle watched her tilt her head back a little and admit a soft moan. Her body tightened a little, but she didn't' stumble or anything. "What was that?" Michelle inquired with curiosity. Helena was dazed for a moment. Only slowly did she snap out of it. A smile came over her face as her arms dropped from Michelle's back to grasp with both hands onto Michelle's arm. She was forcing her down so that the vibe was off from her. Helena was gleaming with a twinkle in her eyes. "I'm not sure really, but I think I had an orgasm. A small one, but I'm pretty sure that I had one." "So... now?" Helena coyly smiled. "I want another one." Michelle returned the smile. "I need to get off my feet first though." Continuing to hold the vibrator, Helena made her way over to the sofa. Facing her, she slipped her fingers under and pulled down a pair of white, silky bikinis. Letting fall to the floor, she dropped backward and splayed her legs. Reaching out her hand she said, "Give me." Michelle amused by her forwardness, and mesmerized by her beauty, handed over the vibe while took a few steps sideways. Helena ran the tip around her clitoris and then her lips. It went back to her clitoris and finally she submerged the thickness into the folds of her pussy. Michelle was not really sure what to do. Helena kind of had everything handled at the moment. "So what do you want to do... after?" This was unreal. Her girlfriend had her legs spread, a vibe inserted into the lips of her pussy and she was talking as if nothing was really going on. "Not sure," Michelle numbly stated. "Maybe we should..." A bit of a grin took hold and she let out a moan. "Good I love toys," Helena meowed. "I know," Michelle gave her a knowing smile. "It must really suck being a guy." Michelle felt a bit embarrassed at her utterance. "How so?" Helena eyed her intently. Michelle gave pause to her words. She wasn't really sure how to put what she wanted to say into words. "I don't know. We have all of the cool toys and stuff. They've got their fingers and maybe a sleeve or something." "Like the Fleshlight, Tenga or something?" Helena holding the vibe in place, her thighs beginning to move back and forth a little. The words gave Michelle pause. She wondered how Helena knew about such things. "I guess. I've never seen one." "I have." Michelle gave her a gesture to continue. "It was one of my guy friends, not really a boyfriend or anything. We never fucked of course. I cam over to his dorm room one day to study and I kind of walked in on his Fleshlight on the bathroom sink." Apparently, this dorm room had a bathroom. Michelle felt a pang of envy. "What did it look like?" Helena lost her words for a moment, her concentration becoming foggy. "It looked like a flashlight. It was silver; the insert was a mocha color. The pussy lips were pretty, not a standard one or whatever. Inside the canal was ribbed. The texture was slippery and rubbery." A very concise statement for a girl who was literally jilling off as Michelle watched on. "Did it feel realistic?" "No really, not any pussy I've ever felt. I kind of felt sorry for him, it didn't have any vibration settings or anything. It kind of was like jerking off into a condom that is reversed, a ribbed one... though, it had more texture than that." Michelle found that a bit hard to follow, but soon a mental image began to form in her mind's eye. Only being brought back by a sudden moan on the part of Helena as her body began to tense a bit as the vibrator was now in more of a held position. "Do you need anything?" "A kiss would be nice?" Coming over, she felt a bit weird, but dipped her head down and they shared a passionate kiss. Only breaking off as Helena moaned again. "I could also use my clothes on my bed and maybe a change of... panties." This brought a smile to her face with the thought of her moist panties discarded on the floor below. Michelle left and found her clothes on a towel, on the bed. Before taking hold of them she searched through her dresser for a pair of panties. She settled on something to her liking, in a way Helena owed her with all of this teasing. Helena really did have some kinky ideas. "Oh god-d-d..." Helena groaned. Not wanting to miss out, Michelle took the panties in hand and picked up the clothes to return from the bedroom. "So did you?" Helena was panting a bit, a little short on breath. "Not yet, you didn't miss anything too good," she teased. "Really..." Ignoring her, Helena came back to their conversation. "I gave it some more thought," Helena paused. "I think guys really don't have toys because it is a bit more of a process with them." Michelle was lost on this. Helena was now straining a bit, her back arching and her thighs swaying a bit. "It's all about edging... I think that what it's called. Its one and they're done for a while." "I've known guys who could..." Michelle sudden dropped the words in mid-sentence. Honestly, she hadn't. Her experience with boys and, or men though was not all that much. Still, Helena might have been onto something. "You might have a point," Michelle conceeded. This amused Michelle because this girl on the verge of climax had put that together. It was true. Guys could only ejaculate once before they were done for a while. In Michelle's experience it was a long while, though the actually memories of her boyfriends escaped her at the moment. Still, Helena was mostly correct. "Not all girls can have multiples, though." "True, though most can or are at least..." she moaned. "Girls like Esra... that bitch, took forever to come... so a vibe was kind of important to." Michelle didn't really have much of any argument for her logic. In truth though, Michelle was mostly looking away in awkward silence now. She wanted to look on, but it felt so different when she wasn't part of it. She felt left out and a bit jealous of the vibe. This caught her, how could she is envious of a toy?" "In a way, I feel sorry for guys. They do all of the work and where the ones that get to have... all of the... all of the.... Orgasms!" she groaned. "I guess you're..." Michelle paused. Michelle caught sight of her. Helena's back was arched and her chest heaving up and down. " Without her being able to get a word in edge wise, Helena began to shake. "Oh shit... oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna..." Helena's head came forward, her eyes pressed shut and an "O" escaping her lips as an orgasm rocked her body. Afterward, her head fell back on the sofa and she panted heavily. Her eyes were still tightly closed as she carefully spread her legs a bit more. Sliding out the vibe, she turned it off and hands shaking only managed to bring them forward enough before losing grip and having the vibe fall to the sofa padding. Her breathing still coming in slow gasps, and she made no effort to raise her head or make eye contact. "So how did it feel?" Michelle watched on as it took several minutes for Helena to regain her wits. "Wonderful. So fucking intense, it was like one of those who body orgasms or something," Helena gasped. Michelle knew exactly what she meant. The place between her legs throbbed all the more. "How about me?" Michelle coyly asked. Helena opened her legs and licked her lips as a warm smile grew over them. Shifting a bit, she splayed her legs a bit. "Well you can get down there," point to her pussy, "I think I've got at least another one or maybe two left in me." That was not really Michelle's plan, though it did look tempting. She actually found herself drawn to her knees before the ringing of the phone brought her out of her daze. Standing, she reached for Helena's phone on the nearby end table and tossed it to her. Disappoint came across Helena's face, even more so when she saw who was calling her. "What's up sis?" she said, trying to best not to sound freshly fucked. She listened for a moment, though gave no protest, and signed off with, "Sure." "What was that all about?" Helena only glanced down at the phone for a moment. Her attention not on the question, but before Michelle could repeat herself, Helena said, "That was my sister. She's bringing her boyfriend back. She thinks they are going to fuck." "She wants us to leave?" "Afraid so, it kind of sucks... I was going to return the favor." Helena mused. Now it was Michelle's turn to ignore her. "Can't we stay and watch." This caught Helena off guard. "You want to stay and watch her get nailed by a guy?" Michelle stuttered, "No... Yes... Well, maybe. I'm not really all that interested in the guy; I just want to see him bang your sister from behind." Somehow Michelle had learned that MJ loved to get fucked doggy. A look of worry crossed Helena's until she saw that Michelle was toying with her. "You can be such a perv." Scooping her soiled panties off the floor, she threw them at Michelle; she caught them in her finger tips. She thought of bringing them to her nose to inhale, but thought better of it. Instead, she spun on her feet and left for the laundry room. When she returned, she saw Helena adjusted the dress. A pair of blue jeans hung below. An intimate feeling pulsed through Michelle when she thought of the blue flower printed bikinis that she had picked out for Helena. "We could stall for a while, just to see what they are..." "No," Helena cut her off. "I want to be gone before Mary Jane gets back her with James." I hint of bitterness or loathing in her voice. "If you are so interested in some cock, I'll loan you this." She reached for and grasped onto the toy. "It's already nice and wet." A wicked grin tracing Helena's face, "You could just pop into the bathroom for a moment. I could wait or maybe join you." "It's really, really wet." "So am I." Michelle thought for a moment. "We don't have the time," she replied. "You're no fun." Helena left for a moment. In her bedroom, Michelle heard her open the door to her walk-in closet that led to her private bathroom. Helena emerged only a brief moment later with a nondescript look on her face. "How about we go back to my place?" More than a hint of her want and desire was focused in her voice. "Maybe there's hope for you yet!" Helena remarked. The two had just gotten out of there before Mary Jane showed up in the drive way. Taking her time in the car, the two continued walking. She figured that Mary Jane was probably making out with her boyfriend or maybe even giving him head, a thought that sent a thrill through her legs. Coming to the end of the block, the two waited for a long twenty minutes before catching the bus to Michelle's place. They had barely gotten inside before they began to make out. Cass seemed to not be home either, though Michelle was not really sure. She had her mind on other things. With no hesitation, Helena dragged Michelle back to her own room. Standing before the bed, she stripped Michelle out of her jeans after Michelle had kicked off her own shoes. The panties soon followed. Throwing her down on the bed, she dove between Michelle's legs. Michelle laid spread on the edge of the bed and her on her knees between them. In no time at all she was able to bring Michelle to an orgasm. Disappointment, however, filled Michelle when she pulled away. Now standing, Helena simply remarked, "I want to play too." Michelle watched as she kicked off her own shoes. Unbuttoned and pulled down her jeans. Lost next was her panties, taking time to examine them first with her fingers and giving Michelle a wicked grin. Tossing them at her face, Helena pulled off her dress and unhooked her bra, letting it fall and her breasts go free. Coming up to a seated Michelle at the edge of the bed, she bent down to help her with the long sleeve red shirt. Looking on, Michelle undid her own bra. Letting it fall aside the two girls were soon wrapped in a kiss. A passionate make out followed. A little grinding, and a bit more kissing and touching, and Helena was now worked up enough to want more. Her playfulness of grinding against Michelle's knee while they kissed had really gotten her desperate again. Michelle had initially thought as she came forward that she was going to sit on her face. She didn't, but inside rotated her body. Helena's pussy lips were above Michelle's head, but her own head was between Michelle's flung open legs. The two of them were in a sixty-nine. What followed could only be described as a roller coaster. The two took turns getting each other off, a naught ebb and flow if you will. One got off, then the other. How much time had been lost, Michelle could not really be sure. It had been at least an hour. How many orgasms they had? She wasn't sure of that either. What she did know is that she got off more than once or twice. Helena had as well. The two were slowly beginning to wrap things up when they heard a startled gasp. Michelle moved her fingers from Helena's pussy lips and looked out of the corner of her eye. In the door was Eve. A look of puzzlement in her face at first, and then an evil grin formed as she carefully closed the door behind her. Oddly, Helena had been so caught up in her licking that she hadn't even bothered to look around even after Michelle had removed her lips from her pussy lips. Michelle still felt the stirrings of an impending orgasm, but it wasn't happening. Every time she got close, her body would simply tighten and release. "I think I've hit my limit," Michelle moaned. "Oh, phooey," Helena pouted. She knew when to accept defeat though and she climbed off from Michelle. Standing, she locked her fingers into Michelle's and dragged her into the bathroom. The two made out again as the water warmed. Stepping in they washed each other down, and Helena made another attempt at getting Michelle to cum. The brief rest had turned out to be enough, but the orgasm was hallowed and Michelle was too tired to fake more. "Sorry," Michelle laughed. "It seems that some of us girls have limits too." Michelle knew that Helena probably could have gone another round, maybe more, but she was together enough not to push it, and her abdominal muscles were really beginning to ache. Walking back to the bedroom, the two girls toweled off. Michelle than slipped back on her panties and bra, as did Helena. Now in her jeans, she watched as Helena only slipped back on her strappy dress, not bothering with the jeans. "No jeans?" Michelle inquired, while slipping on her red shirt and adjusting it in place. "The seam, it's kind of distracting." "You're kidding me. After all of that you're still horny?" "Well," Helena coed. "Maybe a bit, you know me." Out in the living room, Michelle and Helena walked in on Cass and Eve in an intimate embrace. Cass was behind Eve with her arms around her and was kissing her neck from behind. Eve was biting her lip and smiling. Michelle and Helena looked at each other and smiled. They knew that Cass and Eve were done fighting. Looking up, Michelle saw a smile trace Eve's lips. "I think ladies, we might need a moment." Eve than spun around, took hold of Cass's hand and walked in toe to their bedroom. When Eve returned several minutes later to shut the door, all three exchanged smiles. For their part, they tried to watch television out in the living room, but it soon became a bit much. Cass and Eve were doing their best to remain quiet, but in due time they had forgotten about them. Moans, groans and pants filled them air around them. Helena was a bit unsteady as well. Her thighs crossed and uncrossed. Michelle knew what her problems was and could only coyly smile. She hadn't been lying when she told Michelle her pussy was still buzzing. "They sound so lovely," she absently mindlessly said. "Do you want to go back to my room?" "Even if I can't go anymore, I can still take care of you." Helena shook her head no. "Maybe we should call it a day; I really need to be..." Michelle hadn't waited for her to finish and planted a kiss on her lips. Helena reluctantly accepted her kiss and moments later she was swarming with need. Michelle knew this, Helena knew this, but neither of them knew what exactly to do. Michelle made the first move and help Helena with her panties. Now in a ball, Michelle held them tightly. "So where too?" "I want to do it right here. They are so lovely to listen too." Michelle could not believe what she was hearing. Her girlfriend wanted to get off to Cass and Eve in the other room. "So I'm the one who is sick for wanting to see your sister in action with her boyfriend, but it's okay for..." Helena kissed her, pulled back and smiled. "I promise that I'll find a way to get a peak at my sister some other time, all prone, getting taken doggy style to her umpteenth sweaty orgasm." Silence for a moment. "Right now I need this." More silence fell. "I promise to be quiet." "Really?" Michelle inquired. "Of course not," Helena chided. "I've gotten enough unintended looks at my sister's pussy for the both of us, and believe me... I really don't want to think about it." Michelle gave her a bit of a puppy dog face. "How about I get to see your sister naked?" Helena asked. "Ew..." "See my point," Helena responded. "True." Rolling her eyes a bit, Michelle wanted to drop the topic. "So what are we going to do? Do you want me to eat you out or something?" "Heavens no, I want it to be discreet. I thought maybe I might just finger myself off while you kiss me, that way I can keep it under control." Michelle had thought it was a bad idea, but Helena had promised to keep it down. So with Michelle at her side, she began to work her clitoris. Not really bothering with any foreplay. The motion was back and forth over her clitoris, clitoral hood really. She climbed rapidly. Letting the kissing stopped, she turned away. Helena's back was arching and Michelle knew that she was right on the edge. Dumbly, Michelle had moved forward and placed a kiss on her neck. It had been unexpected and she went off. The growing tightness in her thighs and ass released and the sensation in her belly came forth and rocketed out of her. She was not exactly quiet either. Michelle watched as she held on for dear life, almost going over the top of the couch. "Oh, mother fucker! Fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck!" Her voice going from a hiss all the way to an intense roar. Michelle began to worry, Helena's fingers continued to play with her clitoris and her abs were tightening again. It looked like she was going to go again. She didn't, and slowly the motion grew to a close. Her hand crushed between her tightly crossed thighs. Helena snapped out of her daze relative soon for such a strong orgasm. Michelle gave her the panties back, and she watched as the unstable girl barely made it to her feet to slip them back on before falling onto the sofa. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 06 "You were loud," Michelle teased. "Was I?" "I don't think they heard you though." The lovely moans and groans were gone. Helena looked frightened for a moment. "I'm guessing the'ree in the shower," Michelle quipped. "Relax." Helena was not, however. She was reaching for her things. "I've got to get home." "You sure, it's not like they don't know..." Helena bit her lip and shook her head. "I got carried away, and I need a break." Silence fell. "Don't look so sad, I'll tell you about my sister's "date" when I get back if you would like." Michelle's ears perked up. Following her to the door, she only waited for Michelle to return from her bedroom with someone to wear under her dress. She didn't return with a slip or anything, but rather her jeans. After slipping into them, they kissed once more, this time goodbye. Once gone, Michelle returned to her bedroom, and played on her notebook for a while. A Mac Book that Cass had talked her into getting. Lifting the hood, she sat Indian style on the bed and browsed the web for a while after the last saved session resumed. Time went by, and eventually she got bored. Coming out of her bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen she found that Cass and Eve were just now done. Cass had on her little black dress and Eve had on a matching ivy one. They smiled, and she was relieved. They hadn't heard Helena go off like a banshee. "We're going out for a while," Cass remarked. "Don't wait up," Eve continued. Only than had she realized that it had been a good hour and was beginning to get dark outside. A bit of panic set in for what happened to her girlfriend. At that very moment, she heard her phone vibrate on the kitchen counter. She waved goodbye to Cass and Eve as they exited out the door, having their coats in hand. "OMG," the text read. She placed a return call on, and heard Helena answer on what sounded like the bus. Michelle was utterly confused. "What happened?" "I'm on my way back, do you mind if I spend the night?" "Of course not, honey... now what happened?" She was worried and Helena maybe had a fight with her older sister. "I got home and as I made my way in I heard talking, two female voices. Mary Jane was pretty much naked. She was wearing only a little bikini. She had a drink in hand. I caught her off guard." Helena paused for dramatic effect. "So, the other girl didn't really wait and exited the bedroom. A tall red head that was utterly nude." "How did you know that she was a red head?" Michelle teased. Helena ignored her, and went on. "I looked at my sister and she simply said that it wasn't what I thought." Now Michelle was confused. "So what was it than?" "Couples fuck with my sister, friend and their boyfriends." "Ewe," Michelle remarked. "I know, though the guys didn't look bad and neither did the red head," she added for emphasis. "What about your sister?" Michelle teased. "Ewe, again, she's my sister, Michelle," Helena scolded. A bit of dead air followed. When she heard Helena again, she asked, "Do you think that Mary Jane and the mysterious red head..." "I don't know, that's the thing, and as strange as this sounds, I think it might be a possibility. The red head was really eying my sister." "And?" "My sister looked like she had fucked and she smelt like, I don't know... pussy and not the scent I'm used to." Silence fell. "Don't even think it Michelle. What I meant to say was that she had the girl's perfume on her." "Did she know it?" "No, off course not, and I don't think either suspected that I knew anything. I excused myself to my room for a moment to get some things; I told her that I was spending the night with you." "So?" She coughed, a bit distracted for a moment. "When I came back out, the girls were holding hands and only dropped them when I saw them. My sister had a guilty look on her face as they returned to the bedroom." "What do you think their doing?" More silence and some talking in the background and Michelle almost lost the signal. "I don't know, but she's up to something with the woman." More silence. "Look, I've got to go, why don't you met me at the bus stop. I'm only a few blocks away." Michelle wasted no time getting out the door, and made her way down to the meet up point. True to her word, Helena was waiting for her. Helping her with her things, the two girls walked back to Michelle's place. Once there, they unpacked in her bedroom before heading out into the living room to watch a little television. Later that night the women had come home a bit buzzed from a night out on the town, though they were still relatively sober. That is when, while getting themselves something to eat the girls had questioned them about it. Helena had been pretty vague on the details. "No way," Eve had commented. "I kind of doubt it, MJ really loves dick. I think she actually has a bit of penis envy," Cass chimed in. Michelle turned to Helena, who confirmed it with a shake of the head. "Still, its not like most women don't get bitten by the bi bug at some point in their lives," Eve added. "Yes, but very few actually act out on it," Cass pointed out. "True, but we are talking about Mary Jane. I could see it if she got horny enough," Eve remarked. "Honestly, I can't," Cass responded. All four then turned their talk to other things. Michelle informed them that Helena was staying the night, and the two eyed them with smiles. The women went into the bedroom, this time keeping the door open and changed into their night clothes. For Cass this meant an ivy chemise with a little lace, and for Eve a red satin pullover. Michelle and Helena soon left, only to return wearing similar intimate night clothes, though to a significant degree less sexy. Helena wore a short sleeve v-neck, a purple shirt and baggy matching pants with little white stars on them. Michelle had on the same look, only her shirt was blue and her pants were shorts of a darker navy blue variety. Cass and Eve seemed a bit disappointed. The four of them watched a little television and played some Nintendo Wii. Soon the night grew long, and Michelle and Helena announced their retirement. Not before Michelle got a peak, however. Eve at some point had gotten up during their game playing felt for the bathroom, when she had returned Cass had flashed a wicked grin. Michelle had been at a loss for what had been going on, but she had an idea know. For the last hour or so, Eve had not really let her legs at any point spread. She had been extra careful. Michelle knew that something had been up, and before leaving she got an eye full. Eve had been careful until now, with Cass behind her she had reached over for the controller and her legs had spread. She hadn't been wearing any panties. A look of guilt followed as Eve met her eyes. Crossing her legs, Michelle thought she mouthed the words, "I'm wet!" Cass had not caught on, and fell back into her lap, and startled Eve for a moment. They kissed some and the girls took it as their cue to exit when it became a bit more passionate. Back in Michelle's room, the girls stripped down into little more than panties before they climbed into bed. For Michelle this meant plain white cotton bikinis and for Helena, black booty shorts. Afterward, they climbed into bed and made out for a while. A long while, though no sex came of it. Instead, the two stopped and went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. Not more than a few feet from the kitchen and the girls heard Cass and Eve going at it again. They were in their bedroom, though the door was ajar. Michelle had been briefly tempted to spy on them again, but dismissed it. She was with Helena. "I can't believe they are doing it again?" "I can," Michelle added. "Just after you left, they went out for a night on the town." "They fucked for like, forever and then felt the need to go shopping." Michelle now had two water bottles in hand, and Helena was caught off guard when she handed her the water bottle. She had jumped back when Michelle had placed the ice cold bottle against her right breast; Helena had been lost in thought. "That's cold," she whispered. "Speaking of Mary Jane?" "Yeah," Helena now only was turning to her. "How does she get by, I mean Cass and Eve can go on, but most guys..." Michelle actually squeaked as Helena tapped her butt cheek. "You are so naughty." "You're spying on my roommates, fair is fair." Helena now had her full attention. "Well, Mary Jane usually finds guys with a lot of stamina, sometimes enhanced." What, Michelle had mouth? "The little blue pill." "So she demands that they take the Viagra or something?" No, Helena shook her head. "Not really, I think she just encourages it. I've seen more than one guy pop them at her nagging. Mary Jane can be very persuasive. Eye candy goes far with a lot of guys. My sister from what I hear is some piece of ass," Helena smirked. Michelle was at a loss for words. "Geezer." Helena rolled her eyes at it. "No, don't go thinking that she was wonderful sex all the time. I think for Michelle it just as much about the conquest of men as it is the good sex. I've seen her bitching about how the guy didn't last long enough plenty of times, and even..." "What?" Michelle encouraged. A bit of a lust forming in her eyes and Helena could only smile and just shake her head. "Well, at times the guy didn't always last long enough or she was more worked up." A bit of a grin traced her lips. "MJ sometimes masturbates in the bathroom afterward." "How would you..." Michelle stopped. Silence, as Helena looked down at the kitchen floor. "I just know. It's pretty obvious." "No fucking way!" "You really want to get into my sister's panties don't you?" Helena statement was of both curiosity and annoyance. "No, of course not, I love you baby," Michelle said. The two kissed as they entered her bedroom. "It doesn't really bother me. She's not really my competition. You're not her type." "What?" "You've got a puss and not a dangling dick," she chided. "What about tonight?" Shaking her head, Helena paused. "You know, I'm not sure what to think. I am beginning to believe that maybe I imagined more to it than there was." "Your probably right," Michelle comforted her. She came up and snuggled against her ear as they fell back to the bed. Slowly after a bit of kissing and some playfulness, the two girls fell asleep with Michelle spooning behind Helena. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 07 Disclaimer: Do not read further if you are under the age of eighteen or are otherwise prohibited by law to view sexually explicit material. All characters engaging in any sexual activity in this story are at least 18 years of age. Do not reprint this work on any other website, or any medium, without express consent from the author (me!). This is the seventh, and probably final chapter in the story arc. I hope you enjoy this submission! As always, comments are appreciated and encouraged. ************************************************ Standing Under an Umbrella, and Chasing a Waterfall Chapter 7, Part 1: "To Everything there is a Season" A ringing sound from the door woke Cass and Eve up. The two women had a late night, not retiring fully until around 2am. Eve let out a moan of frustration, while Cass just pretended to ignore it. Eventually, however, the two of them came to their senses as realized two things. First, neither Helena nor Michelle was going to get the door. Second, it likely was Shauna at the door. Out in the kitchen moments later, Cass gave pause and Eve walked onward to the door. Unlocking it, she peeked ever so briefly around the door, her body shielded from view. When she confirmed that it was Shauna, she merely stepped away from the door and Shauna came in. "So how was your trip?" Cass said, from the kitchen. "And how's the boyfriend?" Evelyn added. Only now did Shauna fully turn around. Her eyes did a bit of a double take. She had of course seen them when entering, but only now had her brain focused on them. Shauna was tired; she still had jet lag from visiting her parents out in Massachusetts. The plan had originally been to stay there for the holidays, but she wanted to get back to Washington. The women noticed her second glance. Eve only a few in front of her had on a flannel pair of shorts with a white bra, while Cass had on a black pair of boi shorts and a blue short sleeve shirt. It was not all that unfamiliar to Shauna really. She had roomed with both women in college, even after they had come out about their relationship. Something, somehow felt different now, and she couldn't quiet place a finger on it, though she knew it likely would eventually come to her. "We just got in last night. The flight was delayed early in the morning due to a travel advisory. We're staying at the holiday-In-Express." "So how is Troy?" Evelyn asked again. "Tired, though for other reasons," Shauna coyly responded. Eve looked again at the white floral print dress with black flowery prints and a solid band tie just below her chest. It did a lot to emphasis her chest. The strapped number exposed her bare arms and long legs. Neither girl had noticed what she had been wearing when she had entered. Her coat had been a black ribbon jacket with buttons down the front and many pockets. It had dropped well below the waist, almost to her knees. With it she had worn black zippy peak toe platform shoes. Shauna had noticed Eve's wandering eye, and she had looked away, embarrassed. Cass for her part paid no notice to the eye. She had long ago gotten used to Evelyn's wandering eye. Though it was a bit strange for Eve to get caught ogling another woman given how good her peripheral vision was. Still, Cass had no problem seeing what Eve saw in her. Much like Mary Jane, Shauna a tall and elegant, models like body. Her looks didn't rise to the level of MJ, but she was a close second. Oddly, that had given Cass a bit of pause at times in the past that both of their straight friends were the lookers, but did not seem to display even the slightest bit of bi ness. What, however, had really caught her eye was how much Michelle and Shauna looked alike. Well, that wasn't really true. She had seen it right from the beginning, though it seemed to reinforced every time they were together. The only real difference between them was a slight height difference and some maturity. Shauna was a bit taller, more mature and poised. Michelle was just growing into her body. Shauna, like Eve was a youthful twenty-seven, while Michelle looked more like a twenty year old girl, not quiet at the drinking age yet. The other discernible difference was their breasts. Michelle was a low C-cup or so, while Shauna was very much a full D-cup. Cass now snapped out of it, and felt a bit guilty as well. She had been eying Shauna all the same. Shauna was giving Evelyn her coat and making her way into the kitchen. "So how is my sister doing?" she asked Cass, as she passed her for the refrigerator. "On the bottom left," Eve said. Cass at that point realized that Shauna had wanted something to drink. Eve had pointed out to her where they kept the freshly chilled soda. "The're in Michelle's room," Cass absentmindedly said. Shauna stopped dead, partially bent over with a Diet Cherry Coke in hand. "They?" she asked, not even bothering to look up. "Helena spent the night," Eve chimed in. Shauna spun around, her eyes were wide. They had of course told her about some of her younger sister's exploits, though they had kept it to a minimum. They believed that had been for Michelle to go to Shauna about when she felt comfortable. Shauna had been led to believe that Michelle was still interested in boys. It had been a bit of a white lie. "So they are serious... as in together?" "Yes," Eve and Cass added, in sync. The can of Coke was now down on the counter. Shauna hadn't bothered opening it. It had felt odd to Shauna ever since she had found out that her baby sister was hanging around her one of her friend's younger sisters. She of course had not been angry. Michelle's bi-sexuality was to be expected. Shauna had seen it in her from the beginning. "I've got to see this," Shauna uttered. Moving past the two, she made her way through the laundry room and stopping just short of Michelle's bedroom door. Ever so carefully, guild softness to her motions, she peaked through the door. What she saw dilated her pupils a bit. They were mostly naked. Michelle wore only a shirt, a white cotton chopper, while Helena wore a black panty shorts. Michelle was draped over the smaller girl, though Helena's breasts with puffy nipples were on display. By the smell, Shauna guessed that they had recently been making love. The room stank of exquisite aroma of womanly wetness. Pulling her head back, she was almost out of distance when Michelle opened her eyes. They locked focus, and she wanted to smile, but was too embarrassed to do so. Instead, she simply looked down. Coming out, Shauna just shook her head, a bit of a smile traced her lips. "It seems that your exploits have rubbed off on my baby sister," Shauna mocked sarcasm. "Don't knock it until you try it," Eve laughed nervously. "I'm serious guys, I leave her with you for a single semester and she's turned lesbo." "Now that's not fair, she's been with a few guys," Cass added with an ever-so slight coyness to her lips. "Do you remember any of their names?" Shauna inquired. The two girls looked at each other. Eve turning back made eye contact and simply said, "Well, no not really." "Tell me something Shauna, have you ever had a bi thought about another woman?" Cass asked. This stopped Shauna in her tracks. The playfulness was gone. A look of worry crossed her. "Come on guys, you know I have, but I never acted on it like this," she said dryly. This was of course a lie, and they all knew it. "Huh," Cass and Eve said in sync. "Why?" "Helena thinks that Mary Jane might be experimenting," Michelle responded. Shauna twirled around, she hadn't heard Michelle approaching. The two other women looked up. Michelle now longer had on her white chopper top. She wore a baby blue tee that hugged her bra-less breasts and white cotton panties. It took Shauna a bit to collect her thoughts. "What?" she asked turning back to Cass and Eve. Michelle came in behind her and gave her a hug. Shauna was momentarily embarrassed by the embrace but warmed to it in seconds. "Well... Helena... well," Cass mumbled, at a loss for words. "Helena saw her sister in a... well, you know," Eve added. Shauna still looked mystified. "Helena walked in on Mary Jane with another couple," Michelle chimed in. "The two girls seemed to be close." Only than did Michelle back away, and Cass asked, "Did you know anything about this?" Shauna looked shaken. "No, never... she never seemed the type." "We weren't either," Eve remarked. "Well, not really," an embarrassed Cass put in. Now it was Michelle's turn to be confused. This was news to her. She had pretty much known of Cass and Eve as a couple. "What do you mean guys?" Michelle inquired. They didn't answer, but her sister did. "They were both as straight as Mary Jane and myself. Being bi is often just a phase that some girls go through." "We started out as friends and kind of just grew into each other," Eve tweeted in. "I don't think either one of us saw it at first," Cass mumbled. Her sister didn't really agree. "I think I had a pretty good idea of what was going on before the two of you knew." "Maybe," Eve coyly added. "Where's Helena?" Shauna asked. "Taking a shower, she wants to get back before midday," Michelle responded. "Why don't you take a shower to, and then we can go shopping afterward," Shauna remarked. "Sure," Michelle said. Turning her back she disappeared through the adjoining hallway. For their part, neither Cass nor Eve looked at the gentle swinging motion of her hips. The three of them talked for a while. Michelle and Helena's departure from the shower had been a long time in coming. Upon entering, however, neither of them looked or smelled of any fresh play. Helena who looked to be about five-five or so, pretty much as Shauna had remembered her was wearing blue jeans, a gray long sleeve keyhole sweater and high brown boots. Her brunet hair was combed out and she had added some freshly applied makeup to her face, an oval face with big eyes. Michelle was dressed much the same. The same style of skinny blue jeans adorned her body. Her sweater was a darker gray and of the ruffled cardigan variety. Much like Helena, she wore high arced boots, though these were black and not as high. "Come on girls," Shauna replied. "Have fun you three," Cass commented behind them. A bit of a smile went to her older sister's face as the three of them exited the apartment. Moments later, the three of them were in the parking lot. Michelle and Helena stopped, a bit confused. Only than did they realize that Shauna or Troy had rented a Tahoe. It was silver, and looked to be a recent model. The three of them climbed in. Shauna in front and the two girls in back, and she saw the smile the two women exchanged as they locked fingers. The cabin of the automobile was spacious with gray seating and black interior. Turning on the keys to the ignition, she looked back at her sister and friend. "No funny business gal," she remarked. "Scouts honor," Michelle responded. Holding up her two fingers with a mocking smile tracing her face, and a smirk from Helena followed. Shauna mumbled, "Right." A roll of the eyes later and she finished, "You were never a scout Michelle, at least not..." A look of nervousness came over her face. It was if she was about to say something that she shouldn't have, realized it and backed off. For their part, neither girl was at all interested. The drive to MJ's had been relative short. The women had been true to their word. Well, mostly anyway. Shauna had not seen much play, though they had continued to hold hands with locked fingers. Helena at one point had even crossed her legs and squeezed a bit, as if to work off from pent up steam, but had uncrossed them not to long after Shauna had seen her. Pulling into the street, she pulled to the curve and parked. Turning off the engine, the three of them exited the car. Her out in front and the two girls, wrapped in each others arms tailed behind. As Shauna looked back, she could not help but smile. She was happy for her sister, she was finally at peace. Honestly though, what they were doing was not that intimate. It just looked like two extra friendly girls, who could have been close friends horsing around. A strange sense came over Shauna as she stepped up onto the front steps. Something did not feel right. She didn't know why, she really didn't, but something was amiss. Helena had texted and called her sister. She had gotten no response from the text and the voice call had gone to her mailbox. A bit of a smile traced her lips as she imagined walking in on Mary Jane being intimate with a guy friend. It had happened countless times before. When a quick knock had gone unanswered, the three of them entered behind Helena. She had wanted to ring the door bell, but Helena had wanted to get inside. Upon entering, the three of them were greeted to an empty living room. No one was in the dining room or kitchen either. Shauna began to wonder if MJ was gone, though her car was still parked outside. She could have gotten a ride from a friend. Only than did they hear a moan, a long winding moan, followed by a gasp and laughter. What Shauna realized is that it had been laughter by two feminine voices and her blood ran cold. No traces of a man's voice could be heard either. For a slight moment, Shauna had actually thought about sneaking up on them, but had decided against it. The door was shut, and it would have been too difficult. Placing her bag on the kitchen counter she called out, but she was not really sure if her voice had been heard over the living room television, which was still on, and had just come out of screen saver mode. The door handle moved and she held her breath not at all sure what to expect. Mary Jane exited, mostly nude, wearing only a white robe that was not tied. Behind her, however, was a lanky red head. The woman, who she had never seen before in her life, was nude. Her arms were hugging Mary Jane from behind. It looked innocent enough at first, but as Mary Jane saw Shauna she froze. The girls had since entered Helena's bedroom, though they had left the door open. The red head having seen Shauna had frozen and then retreated without word to the bedroom. Mary Jane had a guilt ridden look on her face. A smooth vibrator with a blue flower pattern was clutched in her hands. Embarrassed, she had dropped the device onto the floor before bending over to nervously search for it, while maintaining eye contact with Shauna. Grasping a hold of the vibe, she had it in hand once more. Shauna knew that there was something more to this. Only know did Helena and Michelle peek out. "They must have been in Helena's bathroom," Shauna thought. Turning her attention back to Mary Jane, she had tied the robe and the vibrator had disappeared. The girls had looked on with interest but soon grew disengaged as Helena playfully pulled at Michelle. Now sooner had the two girls disappeared back into the bedroom and Mary Jane had walked forward, then Shauna heard the shower run. As Mary Jane cam closer, the flush grew. She was not really embarrassed as much as she was mortified. "I'm sorry you had to see that," Mary Jane stumbled. Shaking her head, she put up her hand to silence her friend. She was cool with it, though a bit surprised to be honest. "When did this all begin?" "Well," Mary Jane whispered, biting her lip. A moment of silence came between them. Shauna wondered honestly if she might lie. It really wouldn't have been all that unusual for two women to masturbate together. Well, OK it would have been, but not on heard of. MJ didn't even bother with this as a cover. "We met through our boyfriends." Shauna wanted to ask what boyfriend, but she held her tongue. "The four of us kind of fucked." More silence, downcast eyes. "The guys wanted us to put on a bit of a show." "Typical of men," Shauna thought. "I think we both kind of liked it," Mary Jane continued. "It was different." "So are you..." Shauna met Mary Jane's eyes. "So are you to a couple?" Mary Jane eyes went wide, and she looked away. "No... we just like... like playing around a little. I don't even know if what were doing..." Mary Jane stopped. "What?" "I don't even know if it meets the definition of lesbian sex or anything, we just kind of fool around." Shauna really didn't understand. "I'm lost." "We haven't really done much. We just kind of felt each other up and kissed." Long pause, Mary Jane was being a bit guarded. "And did some other stuff." "What other stuff? Did you go down on her?" Shauna felt guilty before the words even left her mouth. It really was none of her business, though she was curious. Mary Jane made a face. "God no girl... ewe!" The two made eye contact again. "Like I said, we kind of just fool around a bit." "Huh, and here I thought maybe she was using a strap-on or something," Shauna laughed. Mary Jane did not join her. When Shauna looked at her, she broke the gaze and looked down at the floor momentarily. "Well, actually..." "No way, you and she are?" Shauna said a bit too loud. "Shhh!" "Sorry." "Well, anyway... yeah, she's really... really good at it!" MJ winced. "At least for a girl." "Oddly, that doesn't surprise me," Shauna remarked. Mary Jane always did like to have her pussy pounded. The way Shauna understood it, though it had never really been confirmed, Mary Jane kind of got off that way the best. "I know," MJ responded. More dead space between the two, neither really sure how to go on with their conversation. "You know in a way it actually is a bit better than being with a guy," MJ said coyly. She turned to leave, but Shauna's hand went out to grasp her arm. "Wait. What do you mean... overall or with a strap-on?" "Aren't you curious?" Mary Jane teased. Letting go of her arm, Shauna looked away. She was not sure what to say to her friend. "I was talking about when she uses... well, it on me." A long silence fell as Mary Jane thought of how to say it. "You know a guy is like good and all, but her thing is like bigger, so it kind of hits some spots and well, she doesn't like get all excited and cum just after I do." "Interesting... actually, it kind of is," Shauna whispered. "So your chick has got stamina?" Mary Jane gave out a nervous laugh. "Sometimes, I think you actually might... well, you know before I do... but the thing doesn't go soft or anything." Now the girls were once again curious, and they were out. Just as she left she said, "You know, you really should stay." As Helen and Michelle came forward to engage in conversation with Mary Jane, Shauna excused herself to the bathroom. It was merely a step off from where they were standing, and she felt an urgent need to relieve her bladder. She did so, behind a close door as the girls talked around. For the most part, she heard most of their conversation over the whirl of the bathroom fan. It was not really sexually charged at all. The girls were inquiring into something about a dress. Shauna had been about to join them when she spotted it. A slight stain on her ivy panties, in the cotton crotch, though not much but still observable. She had been so focused that she had not even noticed the dampness. A finger came down to trace her upper pussy lips and a bolt went through her. Guilt consumed her at this point, she wanted out. She was only months away from marrying a very loving man. She did not need this now. At no point in the past had she ever really been that curious. Okay, maybe a bit of a tingle from time to time. This was not a tingle, but rather, outright arousal toward her friend. Well, maybe it was the situation really. It didn't matter, however, as it made her really uncomfortable. "This was not good," she thought. "I need to get out of here." Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 07 Moments later, she was up off the toilet, with her panties back into placed she made an exit. She tried to put on a brave face, but in truth, she wanted to leave as soon as possible. This meant with Michelle and Helena or just Michelle. With the red head now out of the bedroom and in a pair of jeans and tee-shirt, she now realized that Helena was going to want to stay. Their dialogue continued, but slowly and with calmness, Shauna broke in and pulled Michelle away from them. Not to long after the mysterious red head had left with only a hand wave from Mary Jane, Shauna was out the door with her sister. Michelle had ended up having to chase after her older sister. "Hey, wait up!" Michelle shouted. Coming up to her, Michelle eyed her coolly for a moment. Her face broke into a smile, "They are doing it, aren't they." Shauna was at a loss. She really didn't know what to say, she didn't even know if it was her place to say it. "No... yes, well maybe," Shauna uttered. "So they are getting together," Michelle whistled. "I guess." Shauna was lost in thought for a moment by the driver's side door. "I guess she's gone a bit dyke," Shauna hissed. The smile faded from Michelle to a frown and then anger. For a moment, Shauna thought that Michelle might leave on her. Rather, she stared daggers at her and climbed into the SUV. Letting out an audible grunt, she shut the door behind her with a big bang. The noise made Shauna flinch. "Why did I just say that?" she thought. She took a minute or so to enter the car herself. Inside, she placed the key in the ignition. She felt a bit foolish with Michelle in the back and not in the passenger's seat. Still, not sure what to say, she drove in silence. "I'm sorry," she finally said, only blocks from the mall. "I'm sorry I disappoint you," Michelle quipped. God, she can act like such a teenage girl at times, Shauna thought. Guilt consumed her though. Her language had been out of line. Turning around, she looked at Michelle who was looking away out the window. "I am not disappointed in you!" she roared. "Don't you ever think..." but fell silent. "You sure, I thought I was a stupid dyke or something." Michelle continued to look out the window. The words stung Shauna. Shauna couldn't look at her sister, and turned back around. She continued forward as she searched for the right words. "I didn't mean it like that. You know that." Still, more silence from Michelle. "Fuck, M. Cass and Eve are like my best friends." "I know, so why did you?" Michelle asked. "We got to talking, she told me a bit about some of the stuff that they did. It was pretty light on details," Shauna breathed. "So?" Michelle arched her voice. "I... I got wet..." she whispered. The words were so almost a wisp coming out of Shauna's lips. Only when Michelle put it together did she laugh out loud. "So, you got wet?" Even Shauna began to realize that her actions had been stupid. "She just said some interesting stuff and all, I really didn't even..." Shauna tailed her words short. "You got a bit wet?" "More than a bit wet," Shauna responded. "Do we need to stop or something so that you can change your flooded panties or something?" Michelle mocked. Shauna was silent. "Of course not, I never..." she stopped. It hit her. Michelle was trying to tell her that it wasn't a big deal. She was now actually much more embarrassed about this very conversation that she was having with her sister. She had over reacted. "Sorry, I just... I needed to... leave," Shauna whispered. "I understand," Michelle mused. "It kind of happens to the best of us... straight or gay." "Or bi," Shauna chirped in. Michelle rose a bit of an eye, until she realized that the comment had been meant for her. A bit embarrassed, she looked away briefly at the traffic as Shauna pulled into the mall parking lot. "I'm sure most of the male population has pretty much the same response." Now Shauna was lost again. "Hard on," chimed in. "Oh, yeah... I guess it's kind of like two guys and a woman. I could really get down watching two men go at it." As soon as the words left her mouth, she tightened; she had no idea where that came from. "Ewe, gross... two cocks," Michelle groaned. "Why?" "I don't know, it's naught, it's taboo. I guess after they get down making out they can each have there way with me... no downtime," Shauna remarked. Michelle saw her point, though she had little interest in having two men at once. A bit of a smile traced her lips. What she did welcome was a chance to have a threesome with two women... well until she met Hel. They had even teased each other about it. Helena even had talked about adding a guy into the mix. Michelle had been a bit hurt, but had countered by talking about another woman. Helena had agreed. If they found the perfect curious friend they would consider it. This was a great comfort to Michelle. She knew that such a scenario would never present itself. It would remain a fantasy, and only a fantasy. "A bit too much information there sis." "True." The two women slowly, slipped out of the SUV and Shauna locked up behind them. Watching Michelle sway her buttocks a little and feeling a bit of pride as she did so. It of course had been unconscious. Michelle had not met for Shauna to see it. Michelle was just happy. Chapter 7, Part 2: "So What's it Like?" The stop at the mall had been rather uneventful. They had stopped to get a bite to eat. Shauna had brought up the topic of her marriage, and Michelle was obviously very happy for her. They had discussed her wedding dress and a few more intimate details. Somehow though, the topic had turned back to Mary Jane. Michelle had come out with the fact that she had a bit of a crush on Helena's older sister. Worse, Helena knew about it, but that had been before anyone knew that she was a little bit into pussy. Shauna hadn't really had the heart to tell her sister that Mary Jane wasn't really all that bi. Afterward, the two had stopped in about a half dozen shops. Between a few of the stops, Michelle had taken a restroom break without Shauna. She had been in there for quiet a look time, and Shauna had begun to worry just as she had reemerged. A bit teary eyed and flushed. The rest had been a bit of a blur, the two had done little more than go window shopping. Now, she was back on her way to MJ's. Her sister had convinced her to face it. Michelle was now beside her in the passenger's seat. Not a moment after coming to a park, Michelle had almost jumped out of the car like a girl going to meet her high school crush. Shauna was much more tentative and followed in behind. Upon entering, she was greeted to the sight of only Mary Jane. MJ saw her look of confusion. "They are in Helena's room." She gave a bit of a smile, and Shauna saw that the door was ajar. "So, you're going to?" "What do you want me to do? I'm not Helena's mother." They smiled at each other in a knowing way. "Besides they are not that much younger than us." "True." "It would also be a bit hypocritical of me," Mary Jane responded. Now looking down at the floor, obviously still embarrassed about it all. "So what's it like?" Mary Jane froze, almost dropping the plate. "It's interesting, though different," came a rushed reply. "Do you like guys or gals better?" Shauna backed off, realizing that the line of questioning seemed a bit forced. "Guys, it's not even close. Something about being with a guy is better. It's actually kind of hard to put into words. They are hard, confident and well... they don't have to wear any hardware to fuck you," she smirked. "So than?" "I don't know I was just crushing on her" she shrugged. "Not much in the way of (grabbed her bust from underneath for emphasis) but you could get lost in those legs." Shauna wanted to tell Mary Jane she was beautiful too, but didn't know how she would take the sudden compliment. A thought that gave Shauna pause, it was so unlike her. When Shauna did find the words, she had just opened her mouth when she heard a long wailing moan. Not at all sure what that had been, she looked over at MJ and then around. "Helena and Michelle..." A bit more noise followed. "Sometimes when they are together they forget that everyone else is still around." Shauna grimaced at the next bit of laughter. "Why don't we go to my bedroom to talk?" Shauna followed behind her friend. Watching her jeans work her shapely ass. Once inside, Mary Jane waited before shutting the door behind her friend. (In Helena's bedroom... minutes earlier) Michelle had broken away from the intense, passionate kiss. Her lips were still on fire. Helena eyes were lusted over. "Are you crazy, my sister is out there?" "So?" "I don't want her to hear... us." Helena lunged forward. "I don't care." Michelle had protested, but it had dropped when their lips met. When Helena had dropped her lips to Michelle's neck, the other woman had let out an embarrassing loud moan. Neither girl had on their boots any more. Helena hadn't when Michelle had entered. Michelle hadn't since coming in her room. Coming forward, Helena began to play with the buttons of Michelle's jeans. Michelle let out a sign of frustration. She wanted this, but not now and not with her older sister around. Still, she seemed powerless to stop Helena's advances. The girl obvious knew what she wanted. A moment later, Michelle's jeans were pushed down past her hips and Helena was slowly tracing the outline of her pussy through her white cotton stretch hipster panty. Michelle had tense, and then leaned her body forward to make contact. Helena had taken this as a sign, and moved her things between her legs. A gasp of encouragement and she was working her fingers over the outer region of her panties. Michelle for her apart could not believe how excited she was getting. She was already biting her lip a bit to suppress a groan or two. "That feels... so nice," Michelle whispered. Now spreading her legs a bit more apart, her jeans had now worked themselves to the ground with a little bit of help from the two of them. Helena and Michelle than went back to kissing, and Michelle was just about to return the favor. (Inside Mary Jane's room) Shauna had been a bit timid about entering MJ's room after the events of this morning. However, upon a cursory glance, she found nothing out of the ordinary. No hanging clothes, like a bra from the ceiling fan. No toys were out. Hell, the bed was made. It was like she was trying to go out of her way to be on her best behavior. MJ had never been much of a neat freak. Items were often tossed in every which direction. Shauna had tried to keep it bottled up inside. She couldn't. "I was just surprised, I didn't expect it." "Well." "I mean first Cass and Eve, now you... I actually feel kind of left out." Disappointment came to the forefront, though only a hint. "It's not like that, we're not in a relationship like Cass and Eve," MJ replied. "I'm just playing around a bit on the side." MJ looked away, "I'm not in any steady relationship at the moment either." "Good points." "Maybe you should try a woman, maybe before you marry... just to get it out of our system and all," Mary Jane mused. Shauna shook her head. "Is this is the part where we lock lips and you show me the ways of sapphic love... you known, like they do it in all the pornos," Shauna deadpanned. Mary Jane flinched at the words. The truth, she hadn't given it much thought. The thought of being with Shauna had never really even crossed her mind. Though now that Shauna herself brought it up, it did raise and interesting point. "Of course not," Mary Jane laughed. "I think in some of the dirty ones, you would actually go after my younger sister." "Why?" "It's wicked that way." Shauna only laughed and Mary Jane did as well. "So I don't have to worry about walking in her to find you having a threesome with Michelle and Helena?" Mary Jane recoiled at the very thought. The thought of Michelle hadn't really ever occurred to her, but like her sister, she was a beauty. Still, like her older sister, that was just not going to be happening for at least a half dozen different reason, she told herself. "Ewe... that would mean getting down with my sister. We're like related you know," MJ coughed. "She's not my stepsister." "I know but she's not your sister really." A hurt expression came into Mary Jane's eyes. Shauna realized that she had gone way too far with her loose comments. "How fucking stupid could she be," she thought. "She's my sister in my eyes. I know that we don't share the same father, and we may be technically half sisters, but that's not the way I see it. We share the same dysfunctional mother and that is more than enough." "I'm sorry." "You damn right you are." The warmth only returning to Mary Jane's voice at the very end of her statement with a bit of a smile being forced on her lips for good measure. Shauna wanted desperately to change the subject. "So how long do you think they'll be at it, next door?" She slumped and moved her shoulders for added emphasis. Mary Jane smiled. "I don't know, a while. Maybe an hour or so, I can't, I don't. It really all depends on how far they take it. It's not like its going to be some marathon session or something where they go half the afternoon or something." Mary Jane gave a weak smile. "We are next door, they likely will be cautious." Now Shauna had to take a seat. The room was spinning. Only when her rear found the corner of the bed did she look up. "Fuck! An hour... an afternoon, that's..." A look of disbelief crossed over her. "I'm likely if I get twenty minutes with my fiance." Mary Jane laughed a little. She stopped when Shauna did not return the gesture. A warm and calming look came over MJ. "That's why I said that it was different. It's a bit softer, slower and well..." Mary Jane was at a loss for words momentarily. "If one of the girls unwinds a bit early, you don't really have to stop or something." Shauna understood what she meant. A guy had a bit more limits when it came to having sex. Quicker to excite and quicker to exit, Shauna smiled to herself. She only recently was beginning to sync with her fiance. "So is that what you like about it?" Shauna inquired. "Not really, she tried a lot of that stuff on me, and it really didn't do much for me." Mary Jane paused. "I'm more of a dick in pussy kind of gal; it's mostly how she works the strap-on that I'm interested in." "Wait, so then if you don't really get down that way, then how?" "I might have lied a bit earlier," MJ responded. "I have to return the favor and that is the stuff that she likes." "So..." As good as she is with a strap-on, she oddly enough, does not want to get fucked with one. She wants all the other more girlie stuff." "Oh... oh, I see!" Shauna remarked. "Like I said, it really isn't much of a relationship." "So you're friends with benefits?" "I guess you could call it that," MJ responded. (Helena's bedroom) The girls had been kissing for the last ten minutes or so, while Helena had been working her fingers into Michelle's panty. So far her fingers had not even made it inside, except ever so briefly to play with her pussy lips by diving through the top of the panties. Michelle's hand had reached up and tugged her away. For her part, she had backed off, but continued more indirect stimulation. It was paying off. Michelle was beginning to gasp. Moans were leaving her mouth at a more frequent pace. Still, she was guarded. Her sister was still out in the living room. It was unlikely, no matter the stimulation, that she would be able to orgasm as long as she remained uncomfortable. Helena had continued to massage her fingers into her panty panel as they continued to kiss. Lips becoming a bit raw with all of the contact, and Helena was on the verge of backing off for a while when something happened most unexpectedly. "Oh, my..." Helena felt Michelle bend into her hand. Helena's eyes went wide. "Are you gonna..." "I think..." The rests of the words never came. Michelle arched her back and threw back her head, and then planted it forward on Helena for support. Her eyes were closed with her breath coming in gasps. The muscles of her stomach spasm and twist. Toward the end, she moved forward. "I've got to sit, my legs..." Helena did her part and helped her friend to the bed. It wasn't easy, but she managed. Taking a seat, Michelle wasted little time and rolls back, slipping her panties off. Spreading her legs a little, she coyly asked, "Can I borrow your tongue?" Helena was only too happy to help out. Coming up close to her friend, she knelt before her and begin to lick around the area between Michelle's legs with the tip of her tongue. "Do you mind speeding it up a bit; the train has kind of already left the station? It takes Helena little time to get the meaning of her words. Still, she had to cringe a bit at her word choices. It sounded like a really bad pun. Now moving her lips more toward Michelle's clit, she is rewarded with a moan. Michelle's fingers grasp for the bedding. Her head already back on the bed. Her inner thighs begin to spasm with the pending release of more tension. Helena can only smile briefly as she moved her lips away, a bit of a cat's grin on her mouth. Returning the mouth between the splayed out legs, she is rewarded with another bodily jerk. By the movements that Michelle was making, Helena knew that her friend was already on the edge once again. (Mary Jane's room) Shauna still could not believe what was going on. She had just gotten in last night from Massachusetts. Her husband to be was still at the Holiday Inn Express looking over some work details. She had stopped by her friends' apartment, and found Michelle in bed with Helena. When she went to drop Helena off at home, they had walked in on a rather embarrassing situation. Helena stayed behind, while she and Michelle went to the mall. Having returned, they were now back at the brownstone. Now she was essentially held up with her once straight friend, though now a bit bi. They were in her Mary Jane's bedroom, while Michelle and Helena did god knows what in the other. Not exactly sure what to do, she knew that she needed to get her mind off from what was possibly happening in the other room as well as the exploits of her friend standing not more than ten feet away from her. The trouble was, the more she tried to think about something else, the room her mind seemed to return to seeing Mary Jane and the red head together. In a bit of irony, the woman did have a name, and unlike brunet beauty standing mere met away, it was not Mary Jane. She fit the name MJ well, however. It probably had to do with her reading some Spider-man comics when she was younger. The woman had been tall, leggy and a red head. Her name, however, was Brooke. Mary Jane had not provided a last name, and Shauna hadn't asked. She really did not want to know who the mystery woman really was. Maybe later, when she was more comfortable with what had taken place between Brooke and Mary Jane, but not now. "So how is that blog coming?" Shauna instantly took recognition of what Mary Jane had asked. Her eyes lit up and a smile came over her face. Shauna knew it really wasn't a blog parse, but rather a discourse in her experiences in aquarium keeping. It was a hobby that she shared with her boyfriend. Something that she heard from other girl friends that was a bit unusually, though she had mostly dismissed this as a bit of jealousy. "I can show you if you want?" "Sure." Mary Jane went over to her dresser, and brought back a black notebook. It looked a bit like every other PC she had ever seen. This model was unknown to Shauna, but the brand name was HP. The two girls sat down on the bed, and Mary Jane flipped open the hood and hit the power button. The computer resumed from hibernation. Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 07 Shauna took over. She was greeted to what she thought looked to be the latest version of Microsoft Windows. Clicking on the Windows orb, she scrolled through the menus until she found her web browser of choice, Google Chrome. A double click later, and the web-kit enabled engine brought a browser window to the screen almost instantly. By the look on Mary Jane's face she did not even seem to be aware that Google Chrome had been installed on her computer. It must have been a friend who installed the OS and application, it defiantly did not feel like a default install, none of the typical junk-ware was installed. In her fleeting scan of the system, it looked pretty optimized. "So how did the install, this looks pretty optimized?" Mary Jane gave her a look of disbelief. "I resent that you know?" She pouted for a moment. "I took a number of math classes in college; I was a business major, and have an MBA." "So?" "Don't you think I could install... put the system together myself?" The two made eye contact, and Mary Jane was the first to blink. Shauna had called her bluff. "In a word honey, no I don't think this is your thing." She paused for a moment. "For being a geeky math major, you know almost nothing about tech." "You're right," Mary Jane mused. She put her head down to blush a bit; she had never been that good at telling white lies, at least to other women. "Some guy at work helped me; he was from the IT department." "You didn't bang him did you?" Shauna mocked concern. Mary Jane starred daggers at her friend for a moment. "God, no!" she vented. "I wouldn't be able to anyway, he's not really... well, my type." "Huh?" "He's gay." "Oh, duh." Shauna now pulled up the sight. It was a blog that used the Drupal CMS. The display was clean, transparent with a black background. The site was her own design, well that was not entirely true. She had borrowed the idea from a template that she had found early one morning while searching over a number of sites. She found that she had a bit of Michelle's understanding of programming, and had become a pretty good website designer, and like Eve, she shared an interest and was OK with the camera. It had some general information on the main page. On top, the menu bar gave access to both her and the boyfriend's blog. They had separate interests in aquarium keeping. He was more into freshwater, mainly of the Amazon River biotope. He kept a variety of fish, but his two main interests were Discus and wild Angelfish species. She on the other hand, was more into marine fish. It had all begun in late high school when she had setup her first marine tank without any corals or live-rock. The simple 29gal aquarium housed a pair of clownfish, though she could never get them to breed. Since than, her interest had matured a bit. Her latest fascination was with seahorses and pipefish. A discovery that she had made a little over two years go. She got up and let Mary Jane take over. She watched as she scrolled through the page, and expanded some of the pictures. "They look nice!" Though Shauna could already sense Mary Jane's fleeting interest. "Not really my thing, but I can see how you can like it, they are very colorful." "Do you have any recently discovered hobbies, the last I checked you really weren't into that so much?" "I have hobbies, just not nerdy ones like you," she answered quickly. Mary Jane did have a bit of a point. She and Michelle did share rather nerdy leisure pursuit. She was into aquariums, while her sister was into computers. Hell, her sister was getting a freaking BS degree in computer science. "I see your point. We can be a bit nerdy. So what were those hobbies again?" "Shopping, sex and the latest wireless phone," Mary Jane responded. Shauna could only roll her eyes. "I don't think that counts." "I have a growing toy collection?" Mary Jane answered by way of a question. "Not if it's the toys that I think it is, then no," Shauna held stern. "You really are giving sisters everywhere a bad name." "Why?" "I love shopping as much as you do, but it's not a hobby." Mary Jane was thinking, her brow in deep concentration. "I've been trying to get into the whole espresso, coffee thing and I've been learning to cook Mexican?" Shauna smiled. "That's much better. So you're a coffee geek like Eve?" Mary Jane had never really thought of it that way. Suddenly, a bit of a sense of pride came over her and she remarked, "Yes, yes I am." The two exchanged a knowing smile. All this talk, and Shauna suddenly found that she had another priority. "Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" Mary Jane was now browsing her favorite satire blog. Not even bothering to look up, she pointed her fingers toward her closet. Walking to the end of the room, she opened the closet door. It was a walk-in closet with a door on the other end. Clothes were kind of hung all over the place. A thought occurred that maybe she should offer to help MJ organize her closet; she never really had been too good at order. Not bothering to shut the first door, she opened the second and entered the bathroom. As she shut the door, her eyes scanned the room and she found it pretty much as she had remembered it. A shower was to her right. To the head of her was a walk up tub, a porcelain bath with wonderful, relaxing jets. On both ends of the makeshift Jacuzzi were sinks. The one on the left had a toilet nearby. After she finished relieving her bladder, she made her way over to the sink. Washing her hands, she could not spy another towels, so she looked through the cabinets below. She didn't find any towels, but she did find the usual toiletries and a naughtier objects. Still looking, her eyes stopped at what she thought had been a bottle of shampoo. It clearly wasn't. Absentmindedly still keeping her eyes on it, she backed up and moved over to the other sink and searched below the second sink. Finding a few hand towels, she pulled one out and used it to dry her hands. Coming up once more, she took the device in hand. It intrigued her. It was snow white with a silver elliptical oval in the middle. Three white buttons descended. Having little idea what it was or how to open it she returned to the bedroom with it in hand. When she emerged from the closet door, she found that Mary Jane was still on the notebook, though she was no longer using a web browser. She had some other application loaded that looked a bit like a genealogy program. "What's this?" Shauna asked. She held up the device in her right hand. Shauna turned around and looked up. Her eyes gave off a bit of an embarrassed look. She looked back down at the screen. "It's a Tenga Flip, my boyfriend's toy." Shauna was about to ask which boyfriend, but held her tongue. "Toy?" "It's an artificial sleeve for his cock." Shauna almost dropped it, but ended up catching it with her left hand. Now holding it in two hands, she brought it up. It had the Tenga label above the first button. "So it's a fake vagina or something?" Mary Jane rolled her eyes. Her attention now away from her notebook, she motioned her friend forward. Shauna handed her the device, clutching onto it, Mary Jane opened it up. The sides shot up a bit like a Lamborghini. Exposed was the interior, a transparent material that had all kinds of ridges and grooves. "It's not really a pussy or anything, it's different." "Interesting." "It's kind of its own thing." "How so?" "The thing works like an artificial pussy, but has more suction and from what my boyfriend tells me... it feels better too," she observed. Shauna now hand the device in hand, using her fingers to explore the insides. It was different. It was unlike a pussy. No canal had those kinds of bumps and grooves. Taking the device from her, Mary Jane closed up the device, and placed it on her nightstand. Mary Jane's sense of annoyance fell away seconds after the Tenga was on her nightstand. What ever had come over her had almost instantly dissolved. "You're not afraid of being replaced or anything, are you?" Mary Jane could only laugh. "Not any more than he is of being replaced by one of my favorite vibrators." "Or Brooke with a strap on?" Shauna questioned. Mary Jane's eyes shot up, and met her friend's. "Honestly, I think she might be able to replace him." "Seriously, are you serious?" Mary Jane blushed a little at the question as her head turned back to her screen. "No, probably not." A moment of silence fell between the two of them. "By the way, speaking of hobbies, I've been working on my father's genealogy." A momentary look of pain came over her as she mentioned "my father" but it was gone a second later. "Sounds interesting, what have you got so far?" Shauna slid onto the bed beside her. (Back in Helena's bedroom) Helena and Michelle were stretched out in a sixty-nine. They were now mostly nude. The only clothes that remained were the braless keyhole sweater on Helena and a white t-shirt bra on Michelle. Michelle ass was pointing toward the headboard, her pussy lips spread for Helena. Her girlfriend was below eating her out. Michelle was returning the favor and had her head between Helena's outstretched legs. The whole time she was doing this, Michelle could not believe what they were doing. She was mystified at how a little kissing and touching could progress so far, maybe the proper word was regressed. For all she knew too, her sister Shauna could still be in the living room, though her girlfriend had assured her otherwise during a quick break. Still, even the knowledge that Shauna could have been out in the living room was enough to work against her. She had been unable to climax since Helena had fingered her off. She had gotten close a few times, but with every "almost" she was growing more and more frustrated. Still, the sensations were enjoyable, and for her own part, Helena did not seem to have the same emotional hang-ups that Michelle had. The horny little bitch had gotten off at least five times. Michelle had actually been pretty close a few minutes back. Helena had been working her tongue over her clitoral region, focusing mostly on the sides. This had worked, or at least at the time she thought it had. The tension had grown in her thighs and belly. She was panting, having given up trying to pleasure Helena. Her breast heaved up and down as she felt a climax rapidly approaching. It had been right there and then it was gone. For a brief instant she had thought of faking it, but why?. Her own head returning to Helena's pussy, no sooner had she done this and Helena had tensed visibly. A few minutes later and she had gone off once again. Now back in the present, Helena withdrew her tongue and padded Michelle's ass with her hand. A gesture to move off and Michelle did as her friend wanted. Rolling off, she stumbled back and rested her head against the headboard. Her body slumped forward and legs splayed a bit. "Do you want me to try getting out a toy?" a breathless Helena inquired. Michelle had not responded at first. She too was catching her breath. "I don't think that will help much. I just can't do it right now." "I understand," Helena responded. When Michelle looked up, she saw that Helena had her right hand between her legs. It wasn't exactly resting either. "I don't think a Sybian could do the job today," Michelle inattentively said. Helena's motion, which had begun to pick up abruptly stopped. Her hand dropped to the bed and she rolled onto her stomach looking up at Michelle. Getting a glimpse of Michelle's swollen and meaty lips before her eye made their way up to Michelle's face. "You tried a Sybian?" A look of disbelief came over her face. "When?" Michelle didn't really know how to answer it. "I'm not really sure if I'm... it's a bit of a secret. I mean I didn't even know for sometime," she said, thinking aloud. "Really, you're going to hold out on me?" A sad puppy face came to Helena. Michelle simply could not deny that look. It was absolutely precious. "Cass and Eve have one." "Cool, I've always wanted to try one... do you think, maybe?" "I don't know; I'd have to ask." "Please!" Helena wined. As she did so, she fluttered her feet into the bed. "I'll see. Now don't you think maybe we should take a shower?" Helena mocked exhaustion, and let her head fall back to the bed. "I don't have the strength right now," she coyly stated. "Really?" "Uh, huh." "I didn't seem to see you having any trouble fingering yourself a few minutes ago." Helena giggled as Michelle got off the bed. With her nude friend now standing, Helena rolled her head to the side. "Once I've had a couple... they come really easy, though walking not so much," she groaned. Michelle, however, won the argument and the two girls showered, though with Helena's insistence that it be together. During the shower, Helena had tried to play with Michelle a bit, but she had simply brushed her hands away. Afterward, the two got dressed. Michelle rushed. Helena took her time. This irritated Michelle all the more. Eventually they did both get dressed, but when they walked out into the living room, Michelle found out that Helena had told her the truth. The two women were gone. Helena was the first to notice a closed bedroom door on the other side of the brownstone. "What the..." "Wonderful, we could have kept on going, but no you wanted to stop," she hissed. "Mary Jane and Shauna are probably in there going down on each other as we speak." "I really don't think so." Helena broke a wide grin. She wasn't being serious. "I know, but a girl can dream." "That's gross. We're talking about my sister." Now Helena laughed. Turning to her friend, mused, "So you get to have a fantasy about my sister and I can't have a fantasy about yours" She did have a point. "Yes, but mine isn't like that." "Yet... and that we knew of." Helena gave her a nudging glance. "Besides, a girl can dream," she said, as she moved over to the sofa. Turning on the television, she cannot help the feeling a sense of deja vu. It was surreal. The two had just been playing around in Helena's bedroom, Mary Jane and Shauna had to of known. This was probably why they were not in the living room anymore. Helena was now flipping through the channels like it was no big deal. Shaking her head, she took a seat next to her friend. "Come on, lighten up. It's not like my sister hasn't caught us before." "Still..." Helena dismissed her concern with a wave of the remote. "I've walked in on Mary Jane plenty of times as well." "I guess." "She's my sister, you get used to seeing her with guys." "So you enjoy watching?" Helena kind of tipped her head back and forth. "Not really," she grimaced with a look of ambiguity than coming over her face. "Huh." "I'm sure you'd like it though, she can really get into the moment and put on quite a performance." "Really... how so?" Before Helena could give an answer, Mary Jane and Shauna came through the door. When Shauna's eyes met that of her sister, Michelle blushed. Chapter 7, Part 3: "The Christmas Carol" The drive back home was a bit strange. Neither Shauna nor Michelle talked about had taken place. The talk pretty much focused on everything but. The weather had come up, so had what they were planning to have for dinner, and how her relationship with her boyfriend was coming. It focused mostly on her fiance Troy. Little was made mention of what Shauna and Mary Jane had been doing. For her part, Shauna had not been the least bit inquisitive into what Michelle and Helena had been doing, though that probably had more to do with how difficult it have been to miss. Shauna parked the SUV and proceeded to turn off the engine. The two of them were getting out when they were met in the parking lot by Cass and Eve. They were in evening dress and wanted to know if they wanted to go out for a night on the town. Michelle was really not in the mood, but her sister was game. Michelle felt cold and damp. The sky was overcast. She just wasn't in the frame of mind to spend a couple of hours driving around. She really had a deep desire to get off her feet as soon as possible. Folding her arms over her chest, all three of the girls met her gaze. "I'm sorry gals, but I'm going to have to sit this one out." "No problem," Shauna remarked. Cass and Eve were too wrapped up in each other to really notice her pending absence. Their attention was already lost. The two were holding hands, fingers interlocked and sharing a knowing smile. It was obvious that something had gone on while her sister and she had been away. A few minutes later, after having watched them pull away, she was in front of the door to their apartment. Putting the key in, she turned the lock. Opening the door she was welcomed to the sight of a very dark room. Searching for and finding the wall light, she flipped it on and found that nothing looked out of the ordinary. Nothing looked to be out-of-place in the kitchen. No half finished alcoholic drinks were out. Peering forward as she walked, she was little amiss in the living room as well. Summoning at bit of courage as a nasty idea come into her mind, she stepped back and peaked into their room after having walked through the walk-in closet. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, at least not at first. However, upon more the succinct glance she saw a strap on hanging from the door to their private bathroom. As Michelle openly pondered what they might have been doing, she began to feel a little bit of an awakening. It had been hardly noticeable at first. In due time, however, the tingling between her legs became a bit more pronounced. The feeling slowly turned to warmth and she felt her bra becoming tight as well. By the time, she had exactly felt pings of the beginning of a throb. This excited her and scared her at the same time. A thought entered her mind, and it stopped her cold. Had she been aroused when she was in the car with Shauna on the way home, and just hadn't noticed it because of all the tension? She didn't know. If she had, had Shauna noticed? Maybe this was why she hadn't even bothered asking what had taken place between with Helena. Somehow this did not really turn her off. It excited her. It was not that fact that her sister had known what she had been doing, but rather that they did something behind closed doors without being all that discrete. Her panties by no means were damp, but she was. She could feel the dampness growing. The throb began to almost pulsate, not with orgasmic release but with need. She was getting an itch that was going to need to get scratched. The first thought had been to take a shower, but she had dismissed that. She was still cold. A raw cold that even a warm shower was not going to solve. Michelle thought that maybe after she might consider a shower, but not yet, not before. Coming into her bedroom, she left the door ajar as she flipped on the light. Off came her shoes, jeans and shirt as she made her way over to her closet. She left a trail of clothing behind. Standing at the door to her closet, she stretched and as she did, pulled the shirt up off her. The panties needed to go to, and after a mild hip role and a flick of her fingers, they were at her feet. Wearing only her bra, she opened the door of her closet. She had an idea of what she was after. While looking, she began to play with her lips. After a little searching, she found it. It was on a self to far right wall, just above her t-shirt collection. It had been hidden beneath a pair of silky black panties. They were soiled with the juices of her wetness, though likely not really anymore. It had been about a week ago, when she was in desperate need of relief as the end of her finals were approaching. Grasping onto it, she held it out in front of her.