1 comments/ 43321 views/ 0 favorites First & Second By: Barnaby I wasn’t really in the mood to see Lisa that night but I had never turned down an opportunity. For nearly two years, I had been the guy she turned to for dinner, dancing and movies while sleeping with her abusive, long-time boyfriend. Since she had finally left him back in February, I had taken to optimistically carrying a condom in my wallet but, instead, she went through a succession of lovers while continuing to “date” me platonically. I was a 23 year old virgin and the whole situation was driving me crazy. It was hot and the weather threatened severity. My bones were still sore from the previous night’s workout. I wasn’t used to exercising and an evening of sit-ups nearly did me in so I definitely didn’t feel like dancing. On top of everything else, I had very little cash on hand. Still, I tossed on my new shirt and splashed on some Brut. She picked me up as she left work since I didn’t drive. We were argumentative in the car as she drove back to her parents’ house to shower and change and it seemed like hours that I had to put up with her bratty little brothers while she was upstairs. The monotony was broken as she walked by at the top of the stairs wearing just a towel and mooned me! When we finally returned to the car, Lisa wasn’t even sure where she wanted to go that night but we decided on Maximillians, a favorite nightclub about ten miles outside downtown. It was about 9 PM and the rain was now torrential with non-stop thunder and lightning…and it was getting worse. She pressed on but eventually we stopped at a fast food place on the way to get out of the weather. Things cleared a bit and it was after 10 when we finally arrived at Maxi’s. I felt exhausted already and even Lisa couldn’t seem to get into the atmosphere like she usually did. She had lots of water and a couple mixed drinks. I had two whisky sours and quite a bit of water myself. As usual, the slow dancing was not as romantic as I would like but she made up for it back at our table, becoming playful and affectionate with tiny little nose kisses. She reminded me of our recent strip poker game where I ended up barely covered in red briefs while she remained almost completely dressed. Embarrassed by the recollection of my failed attempt at seduction, I asked her not to bring it up again but she confided that she had “creamed her jeans” dreaming about it just that morning. She said she was hot and pulled her bra off though her top, stuffing it quickly down into her purse. Watching this gave me the nerve to ask her to see if she could turn me on, promising not to pursue it. She licked the inside of my ear a little but then whispered “not here.” She got sick in the parking lot when we finally left around midnight and the thought of her “turning me on” was completely out of my head. As we sat in the car, though, she reminded me of it and began rubbing my crotch through my pants with an immediate reaction. I jokingly reached for my belt, offering to give her easier access. Unexpectedly, Lisa said “I don’t care” so I undid my belt, unzipped myself and presented my erect cock to the gaze of the very first woman to ever see it. “Won’t Get Fooled Again” was finishing up on the radio as she started driving. She stroked me slowly as she got on the interstate and pulled my own hand between her legs where the crotch of her jeans felt hot and humid. I hesitantly reached inside her pants but she offered me her zipper instead. Suddenly, after months of fantasizing, my hand was caressing Lisa’s very wet, very hairy pussy. She told me that she stayed wet nearly all the time and soon my fingers were masturbating her, slipping in and out and rubbing her clit as if I’d been doing it all my life. Her head leaned back and her eyes fluttered over quiet moaning. A voyeuristic truck driver hitting his horn reminded her that she was driving on the highway and she said, “Where do you want to go?” As we hit the exit, we covered up. We talked about various parking lots but instead decided to see if the newspaper office where I worked as overnight janitor was empty. It was after 1 AM by this point and the place was dark. I went into my apartment next door to the office building to get the keys. I mumbled something vaguely logical to my unconscious father, then rushed back outside, praying she hadn’t changed her mind and driven away. She hadn’t. We entered the office through the back door as I usually did when going to work. Immediately, she excused herself to the bathroom. I tried to go but my erection kept me from doing so. I gave my face and other areas a quick wash and was back outside the men’s room by the time Lisa emerged, her jeans already removed. As she stood there in pink panties well within eyeshot of anyone who might happen to be walking by the glass front doors at this time of morning, I suggested we adjourn to the conference room. For well over five years I had vacuumed this room and emptied trash cans and ash trays but I never could have dreamed this would be the site where I lost my virginity: on the conference table in a branch office of a “great metropolitan newspaper.” Inside she lay down on the formica topped table, lifting her ass just long enough to slide her underwear off and toss it aside. She was quiet now, gentle, sexy and romantic. It was the way I had always wanted her but now I couldn’t keep from nervously wisecracking. She tried to sooth me with a kiss that turned long, hard, wet and deep, her mouth greedily sucking on my tongue until it actually hurt. She sat up and I pulled off her top. In the shadows of the room, I could see her cherry-red nipples pointing nearly a quarter-inch out from her big, solid breasts. I fondled and kissed them wildly, sucking gently on each before working my way all too quickly down to her prize. After asking permission, I kissed her lower lips, still soaking and very hot and began eating a woman’s pussy for the first time. I licked and lapped and sucked and swirled, not really knowing what I was doing but her hands holding my head between her legs and her uncharacteristically soft moaning helped assure me that I was on the right track. My short tongue proved a liability for the job but I added my fingers much to her liking. Several times during my explorations, her legs jerked up and she started shaking. The smell was strong but somehow intoxicating and the taste got better as I went deeper but I couldn’t get in too deep. She asked me to climb on her. We kissed as I did and she grabbed my volatile cock, quietly egging me on as she slid it inside herself. Almost immediately, however, we realized the table was too hard for this and we moved down to the floor, her hand again inserting my no longer untouched manhood right back into her sheath. Her body was so smooth. She began to rock her hips back and forth and I started reciprocating. It was so slow now, gentle and easy. I looked into her eyes and felt the tight squishiness between her thighs as she squeezed me in ways I’d never imagined. I knew I couldn’t hold out. After less than a minute, one of my forward thrusts was accompanied by my first orgasm that didn’t involve my hand. I had tried with no success to hold it but when it came it seemed endless. “Let yourself come, honey,” she cooed as her eyes locked onto mine. I started to pull out but she wrapped her legs around me to hold me in place, rubbing her clit hard as she continued riding me to what I assumed was her own trembling orgasm. I never had lost my erection and was ready to go again but she asked me to pull out slowly. She shook almost violently as I did so, lying beneath me looking prettier and more contented than I’d ever seen anyone look. I left the slippery tightness of her vagina trailing a sticky mixture of our cum which dripped to the carpet in a messy stain that I’m certain is probably still there to this day. In a few minutes, Lisa returned to the bathroom to clean up. She stuffed her panties into her purse with her bra and giggled. I got up the nerve to ask for a blow-job but she said she couldn’t after I had come because semen makes her sick. She added that, “This won’t be the last time, though, so don’t worry.” Still in a fantastic mood, she kept saying how glad she was that we had done it and she asked me to call and wake her up at 7 AM so she could get to work on time. I told her I would be glad when and if it happened again but that I wouldn’t just assume that it would. She drove home. All seemed well. I was no longer a virgin. We had both wanted it and she had been kind and understanding with me. As we lay there still entwined after it was all over she asked my opinion. Words literally failed me. “Practice makes perfect,” she had said. I came home feeling a bit disturbed that there seemed to be no real, big change. I felt the same and in the mirror, I looked the same. I had little trouble getting to sleep and it only vaguely concerned me that we never used my condom. I had no earthly idea if Lisa was on birth control but I did have some idea of how many guys she’d been with. Still, thoughts of pregnancy and disease stayed in the background as I drifted off happily to sleep. The next morning, I scrubbed my matted pubic hair, agonized over the stain on the carpet next door and recalled her tangy pussy every time I felt the soreness in my tongue. At 7 AM, I called her and the events of the evening were barely mentioned. The events were barely mentioned over the course of the next two months, in fact. Finally, in mid- July, after a particularly unmemorable night at Maxi’s, she removed her slip in the car and spread her legs, inviting me to reach up under her skirt to rub her pussy. As before, this continued down the section of interstate known as Death Hill, with her reciprocating until traffic got too heavy. The night after our first get-together at the office, one of the newspaper reporters had shown up at 1:30 AM to work on a hot story. Had he shown up a night earlier, he would have had an even hotter story. Thus it was that this time, we went to my apartment, slipping past my dad and locking ourselves in my room. I turned on LETTERMAN to muffle any noise. She stripped immediately and after a few rather awkward moments while she seemed more interested in my porn comics than in me, I asked again for her to suck my cock. This time, there on my own bed, she went down on me…but only for a second. As I moaned in pleasure, she stopped cold, remembering my hair trigger from before and not wanting me to come already. I felt dejected but she invited me to suck her “titties.” I kissed her deeply and then continued kissing my way down to her breasts, taking huge portions into my mouth. “Harder!” she demanded. After a brief stop at her belly button, my tongue and my fingers found her sopping vagina. I was much less nervous and more controlled this time. I soaked up the delightful aroma and the sweet and sour taste and made every effort to make her climax, even licking her tight asshole briefly. I wanted to please her so badly but I wasn’t sure how. Then she surprised me by insisting I skip my recently purchased condoms. “I want to feel YOU inside me.” As I positioned myself, she tried to teach me what she wanted. “Tease me with your cock,” she said. I kissed her hard as she rubbed her clit and my dick at the same time. When I finally slipped easily inside, we made noisy, passionate love. I distanced myself from my own sensations to avoid a repeat of what had happened last time but I tried desperately to make her come and, with the aid of her experienced hand, I did. At the onset of her obvious orgasm, I allowed myself back in the moment and fired off another round into her womb. I pulled out and lay next to her, watching and rubbing myself as she worked herself to another sloppy climax right there in my bed. After that, we lay naked watching TV for quite a while. From that point on, we rarely saw each other again. First and Second and More Loves Kim whimpered in frustration. She could feel a tension in her loins. For the last 3 days she could feel herself getting more & more disoriented. This morning she was appalled to find upon waking that her panties were sticky and her fingers smelled of her pussy. "That's right," she thought. "It's called a pussy." That's what all the other skanks & pigs called it. At least that's what she used to think of those girls and boys at school who seemingly thought of nothing else but wasting time with meaningless fumbling. But now she wasn't so sure. The term pussy used to be repulsive to her. Now she got a secret thrill from thinking it. Kim had agreed to go on this camping trip with her best friend, Sue. Things had gotten a little tense between them lately. Sue was one of those who couldn't control herself when boys were around. Getting all silly and stupid. Kim had made no secret that she thought Sue was acting beneath herself. Kim was also aware that she was a late bloomer compared to her other friends. Her menarche was later arriving, her breasts were later developing, and her interests in the gallant sex, as anything other than adventurous companions were definitely nonexistent. Things had reached a head at their high school grad party a few weeks earlier. The girls had gone together dateless, then Sue spent the whole night dancing with a seeming endless stream of boys. Kim had ended up sitting alone most of the night and left early. She was unable to rationalize to her self why she was so upset. So Sue had offered a spot in the tent trailer as an attempt to reconnect, and Kim agreed to go along for the same reason. It was a three week trip to a provincial park. The bunking arrangements were Sue and Kim in one side, Sue's older brother Andy was to be in the other side of the 8 foot hard top with his buddy Terrence and Sue & Andy's Dad John with his girlfriend Alyssa were sleeping in the conversion van. Four days earlier she had arrived at Sue's house to find it in a bit of an uproar. Andy & Terrence had had a huge fight the night before. Andy had found a text on Terrence's phone from Andy's girl Connie, mentioning plans to stay in touch while the boys where gone. The end result was Andy was going, he & Connie were through, and Terrence wasn't going. On the three hour drive to the park Andy just sat in the middle row of seats, staring out the window. After an hour on the road, Sue climbed over the seat, playfully hip-checking Kim on the way, then sat beside her brother. She put her head on his shoulder while talking to him quietly. Kim could see his shoulders hitch occasionally, his emotions evident as Sue consoled him. The mood in the vehicle was pretty subdued as Kim nodded off to sleep . Kim woke up as they were pulling in to the camp store parking lot. Everybody piled out to stretch while John went in to register. They found their campsite with no trouble, this park being a common campground for the family. Andy was old enough to drink, and as soon as they unloaded the van he started into the beer. They all pitched in to get the site set up. Kim had been camping with them before, so the only new addition was Alyssa, and she was quick to help in any way she could. By the time they had settled everything, Andy had a good buzz going. The ladies started preparing a late lunch while John decided to enlist Andy's help in hauling water for dishes. The girls looked at each other as the guys walked away, John's arm on Andy's shoulder. The guys came back just as the girls finished lunch. Andy seemed a little more personable, and his drinking slowed down but he was still subdued. "Dad, Kim and I are going to the beach. Can we go in the van? It'd take a while to ride there, and we've got a late start today." "You can't drive, you've only got your beginners." said John. "Well, if I can talk Andy into going, he's got his license, but I'll drive. And it would do him good to do something. Pleeeease, Daddy." Sue implored. "Yeah go ahead, but stay in the park." John agreed. Sue turned to Kim, "'Kay, buddy, we're gonna have to be persuasive if we wanna get him to take us. Let's get changed." Sue turned to go into the trailer but Kim hesitated. Kim hadn't been naked in front of anybody else in a couple of years. She was painfully conscious of her body, even though her curvy 145 pounds look terrific on her 5' 8" frame. Sure she had been best of friends with Sue, but they hadn't been in a similar situation since the early years in high school. She steeled herself, and then followed. They both rummaged through their kit, and stood up at the same time. They faced each other, and hesitated. Sue started to peel her clothes off, starting from the top down. She wasn't shy about showing off her 5' 7", 125 lb body. When she popped her bra loose she rubbed her 34B breasts to ease the discomfort from the restraints. Kim realized she'd been staring and, blushing, turned around & started to strip. Sue didn't say anything, she just lightly gripped Kim's shoulder for a second as if to acknowledge her discomfort, then carried on. The two lovely young ladies emerged from the trailer wearing their bikinis, with loose jogging shorts over the bottoms and beach wraps on top, untied. Andy didn't really stand a chance as the 2 girls turned on the charm, and bounced and bubbled and giggled while wheedling the favour from him. He agreed to take them, as long as they didn't expect him to actually play in the water with them. It was Kim who persuaded him to wear his trunks, just in case it turned out they needed his help. After playing in the water for a while, Sue shrieked out in pain. Dropping in the water so just her head was visible, she got Kim to holler to Andy that she had sprained her ankle. Andy came rushing out, and as he got there the two girls jumped up and tackled him, throwing him under. At first he was mad, wanting only to sit on the beach and sulk. But it was hard for him to resist two nubile young women who were doing their damndest to cheer him up. He put on an act, hinting that he was angrier than he was, and when the girls came up to him full of contrition he got them back by dunking them. Eventually his spirits livened up enough that he was actually enjoying himself. Having the two girls' wet, almost naked bodies rubbing against him as they cavorted around also did a lot to improve his mood, no matter that one was his sister. As they dried off, getting ready to return to the campsite for supper, Andy hugged them both together, very grateful that they had coerced him out into the water. That was no big deal for Sue, having hugged her brother many times over the years, in various states of undress. But for Kim, she was unused to any but casual contact with anyone lately. The horseplay they'd just engaged in was actually the most skin to skin contact she'd had with anyone. She couldn't remember the last time her brother had hugged her and her parents were not prone to hugging. Such intimate contact, especially with a healthy young male, sent a jolt to her psyche, and her loins. When they got back to the campsite supper was just about ready and the youngsters pitched in to help. As they were eating, Kim kept stealing furtive glances at Andy. She had known him for many years, and for most of those years he was the pain-in-the-ass brother of her girlfriend. But now she was seeing a different person. It was almost like someone had switched her eyes, the way she was watching someone new. He definitely looked like his sister, but somehow those features where arranged in such a fashion as to give him rugged good looks. He wasn't tall, around 5'9". But his short, dark hair, thick eyebrows, and muscular body gave him a masculine appeal that was suddenly apparent to her. His sister's similar but softer features, excepting the longer hair, gave her the appearance of a young Brooke Shields. She also had the compact muscular body of a gymnast, which the two girls had been together for many years. Kim didn't realize she was so obvious, but Sue mentioned it after supper. The girls were again changing clothes when Sue brought it up. "So, what do you think?" Sue asked as she shucked her t-shirt for a light, long sleeved sweater. "Of what?" asked Kim following suit. Both girls knew it would get chilly in the forest after the sun went down. "Well, at supper you couldn't take your eyes off my hunky brother. In fact you were looking at me too. It looked like you were examining some curious new insects." Sue dropped her shorts, and hesitated for a moment, deciding to keep her light coloured panties. No one could see them through her pyjama pants anyways. "Really?" "Yup. So what was so fascinating? It's not like you haven't seen him before." The silence was drawn out and, concerned about their still fragile relationship, Sue was about to deflect her own question when Kim cleared her throat then mumbled something. "Sorry, Kimmy. Didn't hear you." said Sue turning around, catching Kim quickly averting her eyes. 'Was she looking at my butt?' Sue thought. Kim cleared her throat and said, "Errghhhugh," blushing fiercely. "Ahem, I mean," she turned and started changing into her own pyjama bottoms. "Well, I know but I've never really noticed him as more than a pest before." "Trust me, he's still a pain sometimes," Sue said, "but he's grown up too. And he is maturing. He's thoughtful sometimes, and he's definitely not hard to look at." "I know!" said Kim. "I felt bad for him today and it was so nice hanging around him. And he wasn't a jerk like he used to be" "Well, give Connie some credit." Sue said. "Andy tried really hard to be nice to her. It helped him grow up. He didn't deserve to have this happen to him, though." "Yeah," Kim agreed. "He seems so nice now. We'll have to keep him occupied 'til he can get back and deal with it." For the next 2 days Sue and Kim did their best to keep Andy's spirits up. And in doing so, Kim found herself realizing why she had liked Sue so much to begin with. She had an almost constant good humour, a seeming inability to say anything negative about anyone, a keen sense of adventure, and an uncanny ability to get into trouble without getting into trouble for it. And Kim was beginning to see those traits in Andy too. Along with those kissable lips and, truth be told, a nice ass. That's when Sue awoke with a wet pussy on the third morning thinking about her new situation. She was in uncharted territory and was finding she could empathise with other girls her age. She had an object of her apparent lust, and she wasn't sure what to do about it, being socially retarded and all. Waking this morning in such a state with a semi naked girl beside her and the object of her torment mere feet away was embarrassing. So, what does one do in such a dilemma? One talks to their best friend. "Sue? You awake yet?" asked Kim. "I am now," Sue responded. "Whaddaya want? I was having such a bad dream." "Good thing I woke you up then." Kim giggled. "No. It was a good dream, but I was being bad." It was Sue's turn to giggle. Kim had an image blast into her mind, of Sue's ass pivoting up and down over some guy's cock.. She banished the vision while trying to phrase her question. "Sorry Susie Q," Kim consoled. "Susie, what do you do when you like a guy? In that way, I mean." Sue rolled onto her side & faced her friend. Getting a concerned look on her own face inches away from her friend's look of distress, she innocently queried, "Why, however could you mean?" Kim said, "Well hypothetically. If you found yourself liking a guy, how do you get him to respond?" Sue thought about it a minute & decided to go straight forward. She said, "For me, I just ask him if he wants to do something with me. You know, a date. To see if there's a mutual interest. A lot of times it ends at one date, 'cause we don't connect. But you gotta try somehow." She brushed an errant lock from her friends face, then was astounded to see Kim's nose wrinkle like she'd smelled something odd. "Oh crap! Sorry Kimmy. I told you I was having a good dream." Sue apologised profusely while trying to stifle a giggle. Kim just laughed and said, "That was my problem too, this morning. That's why I wanted to talk to you." Laughing she brushed her own scented fingers past Sue's face. Sue exaggerated inhaling deeply and said, "Mmm, smells goood. Somebody's gonna be happy with you. So what was your problem again?" Feigning exasperation, Kim began again. "Okay, say I like a guy. I ask him to the movies. Then what?" "Well, first off I wouldn't go to a movie", Sue replied. "I'd just go for a coffee, DQ, or something like that. At a movie you just sit there sweating, trying not to fart, while he's doing the same, 'cause you can't talk. Do something where you can interact together. Actually don't go for to Starbucks, 'cause he doesn't drink those fancy ass coffees. Just Timmie's. "How do you know he likes coffee, fancy or plain? I haven't mentioned anybody." "I know who you mean", Sue revealed as she jerked her thumb towards her brother, behind the curtain in the far side of the trailer. "It's fairly obvious. He figured it out too, but he hasn't said anything because he figures you're not interested in guys." "Oh my God!!! He thinks I'm interested in girls?" "No, I don't think so, but are you?" asked Sue, her eyebrows rising and the corners of her lips curling up. "No! Definitely not! Unless it's you." Kim grinned, then impishly planted a light kiss on her friend's lips. Sue squealed in shock, then said, "Don't start something you can't finish sweetheart. I'm the one that's s'posed to be the slut around here." Kim giggled & stuck her tongue out at her friend, and was equally shocked when Sue slowly leaned forwards. Her eyes locked on Kim's, she opened her mouth slightly & nipped at the tip of Kim's tongue, then ran her own tongue around her innocent friend's lips. "You were saying?" Sue asked, lying back with a self satisfied grin on her face. Kim was speechless for a minute, then expressing all the accumulated wisdom of her eighteen years, said, "Huh?" Both girls burst out in a peel of laughter, eliciting groans of protest from the other side of the tent. "So, back to the lesson", Sue started. "He likes you, you like him. Even though he's just got bit, he's been around the block, but you haven't left your house yet. Am I right?" Kim nodded, "That about sums it up." Sue went on, "And really, what you're feeling right now is a crush. You don't know anything about boys, or love, or baseball." "Baseball?" "Yeah, you know. Letting him get to first base, second base, third base, all the way." "Oh, that stuff." ""Yeah, so before you go on a date, you have to decide how far you're gonna let him go. And really try not to change that when you two are alone, because your inner slut will wanna trip you." "I do not have an inner slut!" Kim protested. "Oh yes you do, Babycakes." Sue affirmed. "We're women. We all do. Some, like yours, haven't come out yet. And some girls just have a really tight control on it." "So, that's your mission for today." Sue said as she gave her friend a hug. "Get him to take you somewhere alone for a while. When you're done get him to kiss you, and maybe a little grab-ass." "OK, I'll do it. Umm, how should I kiss him? I've never really done that." "Are you kidding me?" "No. I've never been a sl... around. I'm not sure how." Kim stuttered Sue winced for a quick second then pressed on. "This is sooo cliché. OK, close your eyes. I'm gonna show you how." Kim closed her eyes as Sue leaned forward. She didn't see the look of eager anticipation on Sue's face as she felt Sue's lips lightly touch hers. Those soft lips that Sue had longed to kiss for ages. Nipping at them with her own lips. Gently tugging at first the top, then the bottom. Tracing the outline with her tongue, feeling the soft contours. Sue sensed Kim's breathing deepen a bit and she kept caressing. She put her hand on Kim's waist, lightly stroking from the curve of her hip bone to her ribcage and back. She kept caressing her friends wonderful lips with her own lips and tongue. Feeling Kim's lips open a bit, she pulled back. "That's how you start Kimmie," she said. "Do you think you can do that? You try." And Sue closed her eyes, waiting for her best friend, her first crush, to kiss her. Sue felt like a high tension wire. Her whole body seemed on edge as she waited for her friend's lips to touch hers. She could feel the heat from Kim's lips as they approached her own. The slightly sour smell of her morning breath was itself an aphrodisiac. When Kim's lips brushed against hers, the effect was electric. She jolted and Kim hesitated, but pressed forward. Sue almost felt like crying, the feeling was so profound, and she moaned softly. Fully absorbed in the feeling of their lips touching she was barely aware of Kim's little puppy-dog noises, mimicking her own. Letting her feelings soar, she pressed the issue. Her lips parted and her tongue roamed free, engaging Kim's tongue in skirmishes of desire. She pushed forward, slightly entering Kim's mouth. With their lips enmeshed, her tongue tangled with Kim, feeling the texture of this forbidden mouth. The smoothness of her teeth. The need, heretofore unknown, being projected through this kiss. Unconsciously, Sue's hand cupped Kim's butt, pulling her closer . Her fingers grazed the hem of Kim's panties, slipping beneath them to feel the inward curve of her cheek. Sue's hand pulled back again, while she pushed forward with her knee, wedging her upper thigh between Kim's legs. She could feel the heat, escaping from the juncture of Kim's thighs. She rubbed her knee against Kim's protruding mound, feeling the moistness on her thigh. It was Kim's turn to jump in shock as the sensation Sue caused electrified her soul. 'Oh, my fucking God,' Kim thought. 'I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm dyking out with my best friend. But it feels so fucking good.' she thought again. All of a sudden her emotions were in turmoil and she started crying. Sue pulled back puzzled, as her mind went from 100 to zero in a split second. Still gasping from the effects of their passion, she tried to figure out what had upset the situation. "Oh, Sweetie. What's the matter?" she whispered into Kim's ear. This seemed to spur Kim on, and great wracking sobs shook her body, still held in Sue's warm embrace. Sue couldn't elicit a response, so she just held on as Kim wept. Andy heard the commotion and came to investigate, pulling a corner of the curtain aside. He gave no indication of shock at their attire, just expressing concern for Kim. Sue waved him off, with tears in her own eyes. The emotion was contagious and Kim's anguish was reflected in her own soul. Finally Kim settled down. She stopped crying but she still shuddered with the emotional aftershocks from the mental earthquake that had taken place. She never loosened her grip where her arm had fallen over her friend's waist. Eventually she slept and Sue extricated herself to attend to her morning routine. Walking up to the washrooms, Sue thought about her friend. They had been somewhat estranged for the last couple of years. At first she hadn't known why. Then slowly insinuating itself into her consciousness was the realization that Kim was avoiding her whenever they were in situations involving boys. Sue was no virgin, having lost it in a rather unspectacular event to a boy at a gymnastics meet shortly after her eighteenth birthday. She hadn't really gotten interested in boys until her interest in competitive sports waned. And, like any one newly converted to an idea, she was obsessed with it. Constantly discussing, investigating, learning, how to handle them. Then the issue with Kimmie, whom she'd known forever and always been close to, came up. She was at first hurt, unable to understand how her symbiote couldn't share the same interest. Sue had withdrawn, herself. She'd talked to her brother about it, looking for a different perspective. He just cocked his head & looked at her funny.