3 comments/ 20242 views/ 2 favorites Experimenting By: trulyamnear Six weeks. Six weeks of hell or heaven, I wasn't sure. There was no way of getting out of it though. The experiment was a crucial part of my higher degree course and I would have to go, I would have to stay at the research facility and I would have to see Hugh Davis every single day. On the Saturday our group flew out from Heathrow to Washington D.C. Thankfully, although we all met up at the airport, buzzed with excitement about the upcoming flight, we had all bought our tickets separately and wouldn't be sitting next to each other. The last thing I needed was to have my thigh pressed up against my wet dream of a research partner for 7 hours. There were five in the group, all of us postgraduate students from Northfield University heading to the world-renowned laser facility to conduct a state-of-the-art experiment into renewable energy. I was the newest, having only started my course a month before. I appreciated I was just lucky, getting to go on an experiment of this magnitude so soon into my studies, so on a professional level I was grateful. Next in seniority were Cassie and Oscar, second year students, then Lorna and Hugh, both in their third year. Hugh was leading the group. He had helped design the work and had been to the facility before. The rest of the team would be relying on him to show them the ropes. The in-flight entertainment, consisting of 'Happy Feet 2' on a loop, did nothing to distract me from my current predicament. I had fallen head over heels in lust with Hugh as soon as I walked into the open-plan office on my first day at the University. He moved to shake hands as my tutor introduced him. The heat that rose to my cheeks could have powered the building. I may have not had much experience in dating or, well, anything like that, but I knew what I found attractive and Hugh was it. Taller than me, by about a foot. Clean-shaven with not a hair out of place. Strong, but not showy. A gentleman. Old fashioned, I know, but the heart wants what the heart wants. We chatted a little that first day. I met Cassie and Oscar and the four of us went for a tour around the campus. I had only moved to the town that weekend, but they made sure I knew how to get to the shops and where the best pubs were. We talked about all the obvious topics of conversation, where we came from, where we did our first degrees. Hugh joined in, laughing and joking, I stared at him often and nearly tripped over a tree stump. The group was friendly, but I knew how hard we had all worked to get there, so I could tell there'd be a serious side to things too. I was proven right that first week, after my tutor dropped a ton of reading on my desk, before relegating me to the library for the next few weeks. Getting off the plane, we met up at baggage claim. Seeing me struggle, Hugh helped drag my over-stuffed suitcase off the conveyor, simultaneously making me blush with embarrassment and desire as his muscles bulged with the strain. I was a weed in comparison. Pretty skinny, pretty short and all together an average guy. My shoulder length brown hair did nothing to help me stand out from the crowd and no matter how hard I tried I would always be a little scruffy around the edges. My sister's friends used to call me cute, but I never knew if they were taking the piss or not. We lumbered to the bus stop outside Dulles Airport and figured out the route to our hotel. We may have been five highly intellectual individuals, but it took Cassie asking an elderly lady for us to not end up heading in the wrong direction. Worn down from the flight, yet eager to explore the city, we checked into the hotel and headed immediately out. All expenses covered meant no need to share rooms. Having only met the others a month ago, I was glad not to be thrown in together so soon. I liked my space and, in particular, if I had to share a room with Hugh he could have got awfully molested rather quickly. The night of my first day at the University I went to bed thinking of him. I remember he was wearing a blue shirt, tucking into pressed chinos. Italian leather shoes and belt. I pictured unbuttoning that shirt slowly. If he had chest hair it would have been sparse, I could have licked his nipples as my hands went to unbuckle his belt. Slipping it out of the trouser loops and letting it drop to the ground, I would kneel, rubbing my face and mouth against his crotch. I bet it smelled good. Clean and masculine. And then ... That was all I needed for my well-used hand and overactive imagination to spew cum all over my bed. It was obvious, for now at least, the mood amongst the group was positive. Lorna and Cassie were planning a trip to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum for our first free weekend; Oscar was a secret history nerd, so insisted on including the Natural History Museum and the monuments. A short walk found us in Chinatown, with stomachs rumbling and an overwhelming desire for Chinese food. Some of the tension I was feeling from earlier passed, as we tucked into steaming bowls of noodles and a mountain of Kung Po chicken. Lorna was questioning Hugh about his recent breakup from his girlfriend. I had found out about her at the end of my second week. There was a department pub-crawl and Hugh had bought along this stick insect of a woman. Tall, blonde, and highly polished, I developed an instant dislike. She spent the evening trying to turn the conversation onto her English degree, not getting any of the, admittedly nerdy, jokes, and whining whenever Hugh's attention drifted from her for more than a millisecond. I hadn't known they'd broken up though, so the conversation immediately made my ears prick up. It was the experiment, he explained. She had wanted them to go to Paris for a holiday and when he told her no, his work came first; she'd had a massive fit and ended the relationship. Apparently they'd met through friends of his parents and they'd been more upset than he was. Learning Hugh was straight and had a girlfriend, although confirming my fantasies as just that, did nothing to quell my lust for him. Hearing that he was now single sent my daydreams into overdrive. The rest of the meal, although, delicious, was now merely a distraction from the dirty thoughts in my head. The next morning was an early start. The facility was a short walk from the hotel, but we had to have safety briefs, inductions and get site passes before we were allowed anywhere near the equipment. The staff were all accommodating and down-to-earth. I was feeling nervous about being the new kid, but our liaison, Harriet, was keen to reassure me. She explained that they worked long hours here and it could be a really intense environment, but as long as I asked for help when I needed I should be just fine. The morning was spent laying out the plans for the next six weeks. We were all assigned roles in the experimental areas, laser diagnostics to look after. Having just spent a month reading up on these things, I finally felt I could contribute. The experimental area was huge, a cavern full of mirrors and metal structures that dwarfed my 5' 8'' frame. The second day into the experiment, we were busy attaching diagnostics to the target chamber, an 8' metal sphere covered in holes to bolt various bits of equipment to. I was struggling to reach a screw above me, when I felt someone pressing into my back. The scent was enough to let me know it was Hugh. He wore aftershave, a hint of vanilla. It was subtle but mouthwatering. One hand rested on my shoulder as the other reached up to take the spanner from me, turning the screw as I held it. His muscles worked back and forward, inches from my face. The heat was building between us. Thank goodness the coveralls were baggy enough to hide the erection I instantly developed. As he tensed to tighten off the screw, his crotch ground into my lower back. I all but moaned at the contact. He pulled away and I muttered a sheepish 'thanks'. I hadn't looked at him throughout the exchange, for fear of revealing my secret crush. Spirits were high after the first few days, preparations were going well and none of us had succumbed to jet lag. I found Cassie and Lorna really easy to talk to. Oscar was a bit of a mystery, full of contradictions. One minute he would be talking about some techy computer package and the next emoting over the art exhibitions we explored that first weekend. Somehow we weren't sick of each other after a week spent in the facility, and time past pleasantly exploring the highlights of Washington D.C. Hugh, having been there before, acted as tour guide, his charismatic nature dodging any possible tensions in the group. When he was looking away I'd just stare at his perfect features. Sunday evening, lying in bed, I realized how I was fawning over him, hanging on every word. Lust was turning to obsession, as I couldn't get him out of my mind. Mere feet away on the other side of the wall, stretched out on the bed, no doubt in only his boxer shorts, his hand wondering over taut abdominals and down, past the elastic waistband, into a thick bush of pubic hair. Grasping hold of his penis as it filled, slowing building a repetitive motion up and down, stroking himself to climax, one finger dipping into the slit, coated in precum, and passing to his mouth where he seductively licks it off. Ahhh, my fantasies were getting shorter and it was taking less and less for me to work myself to orgasm. I took a handful of tissues and wiped off the cum, before falling into a satisfied sleep. Monday morning and an early start at the laboratory. We all got our assignments for the morning. Most of the setup was complete and we were nearly ready to start firing the laser and collecting data. Once things really got going I would be consigned to the darkroom, developing the film that captured our data images. I crept into the darkroom atrium and turned the switch on the wall, cutting the fluorescent bulb above me and plunging the inner room into red light. It took a few minutes to adjust to the semi-darkness. It was peaceful and I was glad to be alone. I had watched Hugh flirt his way through the more attractive female technicians that morning. Greasing the wheels, he told me. I felt sick to my stomach. Everything was set up ready to start processing the film. A knock on the door announced Cassie's arrival. The first laser shot had been fired successfully and she had a stack of film plates in a lightproof box ready for me to develop. She skulked out of the room again, careful not to let any natural light into my tomb as I got to work. The reality of the experiment was a stark contrast to the hype of the facility and the groundbreaking nature of the work. I imagined the others sitting around laughing and joking in the control room. I, on the other hand, trapped in a 12 by 12' room all alone for hours on end. They told me the new guy always ended up with this job and they showed no sympathy, as they had all been through it in previous campaigns. I stepped outside at lunchtime, dazzled by the pathetic Autumn sun. We left together for the canteen, as they grilled me on the content of the images I'd processed thus far. I couldn't really get to grips with the big picture. There were lots of digital images and readouts from other diagnostics. It would probably take months after returning from the experiment to analyze it all and get a coherent result. Hugh seemed pleased, not that I was much for noticing anyone else. On our walk back after lunch he came up beside me, placed his arm over my shoulder and thanked me for doing the grunt work in the dark room. I asked him if he could check I was doing everything correctly that afternoon. Watch me a few times, to make sure I wasn't making any stupid mistakes. I know, it was a shameless grab for his attention, but I was still fuming from having to witness his flirtations. Once he'd giving the team instructions for the next few laser shots, he followed me into the darkroom atrium. Closing the outer door behind him, we stood in pitch black for a moment. He reached a hand out with an innocent 'oh there you are' as it found my hip. My breath caught in my throat. I opened the second door and moved away from his touch, relieved that the red light would disguise the matching color of my face. I talked him through the procedure I had taken, taking his lack of interruptions as a good sign. I was pretty confident in what I was doing, so would have been surprised if he spoke up. I reached to hang up a piece of film to dry and trembled as his hand ghosted mine, nearly dropping the image into the drip tray. His other hand found my waist and encouraged me to turn. My lower back pressed against the table, pinned by his strong body over mine. I saw his eyes, wide open in the gloom, close moments before his lips descended. I was in heaven feeling the strength of that kiss. His tongue pried my willing lips apart, licking along my teeth and upper gums, tasting me before I opened up to him. A hum became a moan in my throat, travelling between us. 'So good.' This was urgent and passionate and I willed him to feel it too. My hands moved from my sides to the back of his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers and crawling up his bare back, relishing the fine hairs and strong muscle. I pushed him back from the torso, careful to keep my crotch and now aching hardness against his, allowing me to unbutton his shirt and let it fall to the ground. My t-shirt was removed just as quickly, the darkness of the room compensating for my insecurities. 'I want you in so many ways.' Arms now holding firmly round each other, our lips met again. The second kiss raw and clumsy. My hands travelled down his back, skimming the top of his arse within those tight jeans. Edging them round I found the area where his hip met his groin and tangled the fingers of my left hand into his abundant pubes, as the other hand grazed his arse further. He stepped back, I whimpered. 'Hush, I've just got to ...' He unzipped his fly to allow me room to play. My hand returned instantly, but this time with space to maneuver around his growing cock. It was hot as my hand touched the smooth shaft, finger barely touching thumb as I wrapped my hand around it. A few strokes and I had waited long enough. No more flirting with anyone but me. I dropped to my knees, barely making out the glistening cock head in the shadows. I held firm with my left hand as my tongue licked the tip. I tasted him immediately, salty and gelatinous. My tongue worked under his foreskin, 'yeah just like that,' and delved into the slit. Salivating to ease the way I took him deep into my mouth, stroking tightly as I pulled away. Back and forth as his hands found my head, nails digging into my scalp in ecstasy. I moved and sucked and pulled and clamped until my cheeks strained with effort around his girth. My right hand had found its way into my jeans and I stroked in time with my movements on Hugh's cock. 'Hmm, hmmm, hmmm.' 'Close.' I felt the tension in his balls beneath my hand. He seemed to grow an extra inch and I fought the gag long enough to capture his spasms. Cum spurting in my mouth joined the puddle released into my hand. Best. Orgasm. Ever. Damn knock on the door ruined the after glow I was relishing. Hugh took my hand to help me to my feet. He was smiling but not saying a word. I wiped my hand on a paper towel, his cum safety swallowed, before picking up our discarded shirts. We grinned at each other as we dressed and he straightened out my disheveled hair. 'It smells of jizz in here.' Never were more romantic words whispered. He was right though. We couldn't let whoever was out there come in. He went to deal with the unwelcome guest and I opened the lid on the developing fluid, effectively drowning out all other smells. It turned out one of the laser capacitor banks had blown. An unexpected but fairly common occurrence, the Harriet told us. It would take two, maybe three days to replace. Hugh reassured Lorna that this really was nothing to worry about. She was, I had come to realize, particularly on edge about the experiment, as her thesis depended on the data we went home with. Hugh already had other experiments written up and had published papers, so the pressure was off. There was nothing more we could do at the facility, but seeing as it was already late afternoon, we chose to return to the hotel and rest for a few hours, heading into the city later on. I glanced behind me to catch Oscar, Cassie and Lorna retreat into their rooms. Hugh at my side, I motioned for him to join me. My room had been made up, thank god. My clothes returned to the wardrobe and the towels extracted from the floor where I left them. I made a mental note to increase my tip to the cleaning staff the next day. Hugh sat on the end of my bed. 'What do you feel like doing now?' was enough of invitation to see me pounce on his lap, pushing him back onto the fresh linen. My jeans were too tight to effectively straddle his hips, so I ended up grinding my crotch into him as we kissed. Our lips collided, nibbled and waged war, his powerful hands accentuating every plough of his tongue with an eager arse grab. 'I'm so ready for you.' He responded to my plea by kneading my cheeks, lifting his head to nuzzle and chew on my ear. He flipped me over with ease and legs now either side of mine, lifted up, separating our bodies. 'You're mine.' His shirt was gone and I made light work of my own, kicking off my shoes and somehow managing to remove my socks with them. He stood away and unzipped his jeans. Pulling off his boxers simultaneously, I saw him naked in the light. Drop dead gorgeous, dark, thick hair on his chest matching his curly pubes. He was strong, but not in the overdone, veiny way. I slipped out of my jeans, to a lust filled stare, my mind suddenly barraged with a thousand 'why me's?' 'Have you got any stuff?' Shit, do I? Yes, of course. Thank god for my sister. Not your typical thought at a time like that, but as a sexual health care worker she had long ago drummed into me the importance of being prepared. So despite many years of not actually needing to them, I kept a stash of condoms in my toiletry bag. I jumped up and retrieved one from the bathroom; along with the bottle of lube I'd been draining with my Hugh-based fantasies. 'Have you done this before?' No. 'Yes.' Why lie. 'Actually, no'. 'Me neither, with a guy I mean.' So he was a virgin to guy stuff. I'd fooled around at university with a few men, nothing serious and not proper sex. 'We'll take it slow.' How was it that I needed to reassure him at this point? We both knew whose cock was going up whose arse, but suddenly this strong, confident alpha male was scared. I could see it in his eyes. I beckoned him back towards the bed, snuggling under the covers and inviting him to join me. Our naked bodies lay flush against each other, one arm awkwardly folded by our heads and one draped over each other's body. A tentative peck turned into a kiss as the sudden coyness melted away. His lips and teeth returned to my ear and I hooked my leg around his thigh, pulling our crotches together. His cock nudged my balls and I groaned. As he rolled onto his back I rested against his side, lifting my legs apart to allow his long cock to nestle under my balls. I squeezed my thighs to rub his length, my own now leaking precum onto his stomach. 'I want you.' The thought was shared and spoken by one of us. I moved up his body, my unencumbered legs now able to effectively straddle Hugh's stomach. I reached for the lube but he took the bottle before I could squeeze any out. Emptying a splotch onto his first and second fingers, he brought them to my crack, rubbed gently over my opening, instinctively found. Experimenting Author's Note: This is the second part of a triptych, and follows from my previous story 'Questioning.' While it's not absolutely necessary to read that one first, it certainly couldn't hurt. ... It was so cliched it was almost funny. Or rather, it would have been funny if it wasn't the single most mortifying thing that had ever happened to her. Despite what they'd both been worried about when their first night as roommate ended with them half-naked in bed with each other, coming their brains out, the little experiment hadn't ruined Annie and Sinead's friendship. In fact, it had defined it. They both dated, Sinead a little more casually because she didn't have to worry about getting pregnant—or a reputation as a slut—and because there were so many other experimenting girls eager to have a real live experienced lesbian show them the ropes. But when they weren't seeing someone—or when Annie was seeing a guy who thought it was hot—they spent a few evenings a week making out. After all, why not? They were hot, it was fun, it was safe, and neither one of them was getting bored of it anytime soon. Well, sort of. Neither of them wanted to stop, but Annie was starting to feel like she was missing out. And that was what led to this whole embarrassing situation; that lazy Saturday afternoon in November when they'd been getting hotter and heavier than normal to combat the chill, and Annie had just blurted it out. Sinead pulled her mouth back from Annie's heaving chest with a wet pop. "Seriously?" Annie was blushing. She couldn't believe she'd said it, but now that she had she wasn't about to go back on it. "Well...yeah, I mean, why not?" Sinead blinked. Her eyes were wide in shock, but there was a glint of hope in them. "I thought you said you...you know, you just wanted to keep making out." Annie shrugged. "Well, exactly. I mean, I'm straight..." Sinead blinked, clearly not following. "So that means I have a really clear...you know, line for what counts as sex. So unless you're going at me with a strap-on or something..." She trailed off as Sinead's eyes met hers, and the resulting image made both girls blush. Annie's eyes snapped to the bedsheets. "I just mean that...that it won't be...you know, 'sex' sex. And if it's not really sex, then it's still just making out." Sinead blinked, trying to follow the train of thought even as their heaving, half-naked bodies were still pressed together. Eventually, she shrugged. "Works for me!" Her lips returned to Annie's naked torso with a vengeance, kissing her way down Annie's gently-curved belly as sure hands unzipped her skirt. When her panties were revealed, Sinead wasted no time in burying her nose in the scrap of pink lace, taking a deep, appreciative sniff that made Annie moan in anticipation. "Do you want me to take them off," Sinead growled against the lace, "or pull them over?" Annie blushed, eyes squeezing shut and head snapping back to the pillow. "T...take them off!" Sinead grinned a brilliant, hungry grin as she readily slipped her fingers under the thin straps of her roommate's thong, tugging gently but insistently down the redhead's nervously-clenched thighs. When her panties were off Annie reflexively curled up on herself, pressing her legs together and pulling them up in a way that only served to perfectly frame the smooth, gently-bulging slit for Sinead's hungry eyes. "Hello, sexiest thing I've ever seen," Sinead murmured, and the reminder of that first night, of the way she first found out Sinead was a lesbian, made Annie blush even more. She was so nervous, much more so than she'd thought she'd be, but Sinead's gentle hands slowly parted her thighs, revealing the shock of curly red fur and the smooth lips below it. Annie's breath caught as Sinead's head dipped down, but it was just to take another sniff, this time straight from the source. "Have you ever had a guy do this?" Sinead whispered, and Annie could feel the brunette's hot breath against her center. Annie nodded shakily. "My...my boyfriend in high school. Donny..." He'd done it once, and only once, and when they'd both gotten frustrated with how long it was taking she'd agreed never to bring it up again. But Sinead already had her hotter and wetter than Donny had after ten minutes of licking. "Ooh, but Dylan hasn't?" Annie blushed. "Dylan and I aren't...we haven't gone that far yet." Sinead looked up in surprise. "Oh, come on. I thought you said you blew him?" "Well yeah, but...that's not as big a deal." Sinead just shook her head with a wry grin. "Fucking straight people." Without any further warning her lips touched Annie's, and the redhead practically exploded. Sinead's kiss between her legs was as smooth and confident as it was on her mouth. Annie couldn't stop her hips from arching up, begging for more even as Sinead refused to do anything more than brush her closed lips up and down Annie's aching slit. She squirmed when she felt Sinead's straight, silky hair brush the skin, and the brunette drew back with a smile. "Oops, almost forgot." As Sinead reached for one of the ever-present hairbands at her left wrist and quickly piled her hair up behind her head to keep it out of the way, Annie remembered that first night again and felt like laughing. Then Sinead dove back in, and that laugh turned to a moan. Annie was so nervous and excited and overwhelmed that she could feel her peak approaching before Sinead's tongue even touched her. But Sinead seemed to sense that. Instead of licking, like Annie desperately wanted her to, she slid back to kiss and nuzzle the insides of Annie's thighs until the inferno between the redhead's legs was back down to a slow burn. When Annie's breathing relaxed and her weighty chest stopped bouncing, Sinead kissed her way back up. The first time Sinead's tongue parted her folds, Annie's hips shot forward and a moan was ripped from her throat, but Sinead refused to play along. She just licked from bottom to top, again and again, her tongue slipping deeper into the folds each time but never quite going as far up as Annie's clit. Soon Sinead's lips sped up and the redhead's hips were bucking with the rhythm, hands clenched in her roommate's hair for dear life and breathy pleas tumbling from her lips. "Oh God please, please baby I'm so close, please more I need it I'm so close..." Annie squealed as Sinead's tongue dove deep inside her, wriggling and writhing and making Annie's entire body squirm and jolt like she'd been tased. Annie could feel her muscles clenching, her thighs and the muscles in her stomach and the other ones deep inside her all converging on Sinead's talented tongue, begging her for release. When Sinead's tongue was replaced by two fingers and the brunette's lips wrapped around her clit and began to suck, she got it. Annie had come with Sinead before, the first night and many nights since; in fact, if they had enough time, she was almost guaranteed at least one orgasm courtesy of her conscientious roommate. And she'd watched, blushing, as Sinead had tasted that orgasm, licking and sucking it from her own fingers and humming like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. But she'd never felt it before, never felt Sinead sucking and gulping as the river of wetness flowed out of her and directly into the brunette's hot, waiting mouth. The heat and the suction and the knowledge that she was coming in her roommate's mouth and that the girl was gulping it down and moaning like it brought her just as much pleasure as it did Annie actually made her come again, a smaller, sharper orgasm that just gave Sinead more incentive to bury her tongue deep and suck and savor every drop. Finally, Annie had to pull the brunette's face away, too sore and drained to continue. Sinead slid up her body with a satisfied smile, kissed her and let the taste of her own orgasm fill her mouth. Annie had never done that before Sinead, but by now she'd tasted herself on her roommate's fingers several times, blushing all the while. While she still used her own fingers on Sinead when she could, Annie had never been able to bring herself to taste those; to her it just seemed too close to... Well, to this. Annie was so lost in the afterglow and the weight and heat of Sinead's smooth body coiled atop hers that she never even heard the door. "Oh my god..." Sinead giggled. "You're welcome." Annie's head lolled to the side, and she blinked lazily. Then her entire body froze. "Oh my god." Before Sinead could even turn her head Annie was practically jumping up, throwing the sheet over herself and desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between her and her roommate. "Oh God!" Sinead grabbed Annie's shirt from the side of the bed to cover herself just on instinct before she even looked up. Her eyes went wide, as wide as those of the couple standing in the doorway. Annie swallowed hard, breathing still ragged and not about to get any less so. "Mom? Dad? What...what are you doing here?" Her mother's mouth just dropped open. Her father forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. "Surprise..." ... After her roommate's clever exit line of "I'm-Sinead- nice-to- meet-you- oh-God- excuse-me- I-have- to-go- to-the-bathroom," Annie's parents gracefully withdrew long enough for her to get dressed. Then they went for coffee. Halfway through their lattes, Annie's mother cleared her throat. "So. I guess we don't have to ask about this 'boyfriend' you've been telling us about..." Annie's eyes, which had been very carefully studying the tabletop, shot up. "What? Mom! No, Dylan's real! Sinead and I are just...I mean we're just experimenting. It's not a...a big deal, it's what girls do in college, it doesn't mean anything!" The older redhead smiled, flat and unconvinced. "I don't remember doing quite that much 'experimenting' when I was your age." "Well, you say that..." her husband muttered, and she elbowed him in the ribs as Annie's eyes widened. She cleared her throat. "So. Are you going to tell us about your...roommate?" Annie took another drink from her paper cup. "Um, well...she's a theater major. She wants to be on the backstage side, but she's really a way better actress than she thinks she is. She's half Irish and half Jewish, and she says with a Jewish dad and an Irish mom it's a wonder they let her out of the house long enough to go to college—um, no offense, Mom. She's also into all this really cool music, like this old eighties stuff and this weird European disco...oh! And I guess she used to volunteer a lot, like at animal shelters and stuff, because she's always talking about how she wants to start again..." Annie trailed off as she realized her parents were staring at her. Her mouth, which she hadn't realized until now had gradually split into a smile as she talked, drifted shut. Her parents shared a weighted glance, then her mother cleared her throat. "Sweetie...are you sure there's nothing...more serious going on with you and this girl?" Annie laughed. "What? No, Mom. I swear to God, we're just...I mean, I told you, it's just a little experiment." Her mother's less-than-convinced smile came back. "It's just...I can't help but think that when you talk about her like that, you seem a little...smitten." Annie's cheeks lit up, and her eyes immediately flicked back down to the table. "Wh...what? No, Mom, come on, I just...she's just really cool. I mean, she's a good friend." Her parents glanced at each other again. This time, it was her father who cleared his throat. "Well, anyway. Why don't you tell us a little about that film class?" ... That conversation with her parents wasn't the one that changed things. Not really, anyway. Sure, as autumn wore on she and Sinead fooled around less and less, but Annie just told herself that was because things were getting more serious with Dylan. She told Sinead too, and her roommate seemed fine with it. And outside of that part of their friendship, they were spending more time together than ever: she was helping Sinead with the fall play, they were going to clubs with Dylan and whatever straight girl whose horizons Sinead was currently broadening, and she was finally, finally getting her roommate to warm up to the Marvel movies. No, the conversation that changed things was the last one she ever had with Dylan. It was the day before winter break. Sinead had already caught her flight home the day before, and Annie's parents weren't coming to pick her up until after lunch. That meant that she had time to see Dylan off to the airport. They were nearing the security checkpoint, and Dylan bent down to take his bag and kiss her. "Thanks, babe." "Have a good time. I'll try not to be too soul-crushingly depressed without you." "Yeah." His eyes cut toward the security line, then back to her. Then he gently touched her arm, steering them both out of the flow of traffic. "Hey, uh, can we talk for a sec?" "Yeah, sure." He looked back out at the passing crowds, then cleared his throat. "So...my parents say this old friend of mine is coming home for Christmas. This old...female friend. Molly." Annie blinked. She wasn't sure she liked where this was going. "O...okay..." "I guess...what I'm trying to say is...you don't have to worry about me." Annie's shoulders slumped in relief. "I know. I know you're not going to cheat on me. I trust you." Dylan winced, pulled down on his glasses and pushed them up again like he always did when he was nervous. "No, look, I...shit, how do I...what I mean is, if you were...if you're worried about me being lonely, or just needing someone...I'm gonna land on my feet." Annie blinked, uncomprehending, and Dylan sighed. "I'm just saying...if you were looking for a time..." Annie's brow furrowed. "What are you saying?" Dylan groaned. "Goddammit. Look, I was trying to play this cool, but...I know about this...thing between you and your roommate. And whatever it is, I don't want to get in the way of it." Annie's jaw dropped. "What? That...that's ridiculous. Sinead and I are...we're just friends! I mean is this because we used to...because that was just...you know, experimenting..." "Yeah, I know, you used to fool around, it was nothing serious, you're not into each other like that." He met her eyes, not judging, but knowing. "So how come when we all go out together, I'm the one who feels like the third wheel?" Annie blinked. "Dylan, I...I want to be with you." "And I want to be with you too." He smiled sadly and shrugged. "But not while you're thinking about being with someone else." Annie was blinking back tears. "Dylan..." He shouldered his bag. "Look, Annie...I think maybe you should take the break and just...really think about things. About...you know, yourself, and what you want. Who you want." Annie just stood there in shock. Dylan gave her arm one last squeeze before he stepped back into the crowd. That was the last conversation she ever had with Dylan, and it was the one that changed everything. ... That Christmas was the longest one of Annie's life. While her parents and her brother celebrated, all she did was think. About herself, and about what she wanted. Who she wanted. In the cold, dark, lonely nights, alone in a bedroom that now seemed far too small, she touched herself. But she didn't think about Dylan, or Donny, or Robert Downey, Jr. She thought about Sinead. By the time the break was over, she was a wreck. But she was also resolved. When they were back together, she was going to talk to Sinead about all of it. But then, the first week back from break, Sinead met Serena. Serena: one of the most beautiful women Annie had ever seen outside a magazine cover, and not only that but every bit as out and proud as Sinead was. And not only did Sinead really seem to like her, Serena really seemed to like Annie. The redhead never felt excluded, or ignored, even as March drew near and the two women just got closer. It should have made her happy seeing Sinead so happy. "Serena heard about this really cool club," Sinead said into the mirror as she played with her hair. "Do you want to come? Maybe we can find a nice girl to help pull you out of this...funk you've been in since Dylan," she teased. Annie didn't look up from her desk. "You two go ahead. I wouldn't want to get in the way." Sinead turned around, eyes narrowed. "Huh? What are you talking about? You know Serena likes having you around." Annie shrugged. "I know. I just don't feel like going out. I mean, you two'll be dancing all night and I'll just spend all my time getting hit on by butches, so..." Sinead blinked, her hands stilled in her hair. "Wait. Hold on. Do you not want to go to a gay club...or do you just not want to go with me and Serena?" "Why can't it be both?" Annie snapped before she was able to stop herself. Sinead gaped at her. "Okay, what the hell is your problem tonight? Serena's never been anything but nice to you." "No, yeah, she's amazing. You got really lucky." Annie wished she could at least control her tone, but it was like someone else was in control of her mouth. Sinead was just staring at her in confusion. "What is this? Are you jealous?" "Of course not," Annie snapped as she flipped her Spanish book shut. Sinead took a step closer. "Because you've never had a problem with any of the other girls I've dated." Annie rolled her eyes as she stood up, putting her chair between her and Sinead. "Oh please, your revolving-door 'experiments?' What's to be jealous of?" Sinead blinked. "Oh my god, that's it, isn't it? It's because she's a lesbian." "What? Don't be ridiculous, why would I care? You're a lesbian!" "Yeah, but this is the first time I've dated a girl who actually wants more than just to experiment. Is there something wrong with me trying to have an actual relationship?" "Of course not! You're a lesbian, she's a lesbian, so what do I care if you two want to run off and be lesbians together?" Sinead shook her head. "Run off? Who said anything about running off? You think I'd just, what, cut you out or something? You're my friend!" "Oh, so you're telling me you wouldn't drop me in a second if she wanted you to?" "Of course not! I'd never leave you for Serena or anyone else!" "And would you leave her for me?" "Of course I would, I'm crazy about you!" Both girls froze. It was only now, when the haze and the yelling faded, that Annie realized Sinead's hands were on the sides of her face. She blinked, the brunette's mouth only a few inches from hers. Then, like a gunshot, Sinead tore herself away. "I...I didn't mean...fuck, I just meant...you're my best friend here, and I..." Once again it was like someone else was controlling her body. Because while Sinead babbled her excuses, Annie walked up until their noses were almost touching. When that just made Sinead babble harder, Annie tipped her chin up and stopped her. The kiss was like their first, except this time it was Sinead who was trembling and confused and Annie who knew exactly what she wanted to say. Given the speed with which Sinead's lips opened against hers and Sinead's arms wrapped around her back, the redhead was fairly certain she'd made it. When they pulled apart—maybe after one minute, maybe after forty—Sinead was crying. "I...I didn't..." "Shh..." Annie leaned in to kiss her again. This time, the kiss quickly turned fiery; it wasn't long before Annie felt Sinead's hands moving down to the hem of her shirt, cool fingers on the burning skin of her waist. "God I missed this so much," Sinead mumbled against Annie's lips. "Me too." "I want you..." "Me too." "I love you..." "Me too." Sinead paused and pulled back far enough to meet Annie's eyes. Hers were wide and scared, bigger and brighter than Annie had ever seen them. "Don't just say 'Me too.'" Experimenting Annie slid her hands up into the brunette's thoroughly ruined hairdo and pressed their foreheads together. "I love you, Sinead." Sinead let out a sigh of relief. "God, how could I be so stupid?" "I wanted to talk to you after I broke up with Dylan. I tried, I just...I was so scared, and then you met Serena..." "Oh God. Serena. I wasn't even thinking..." Annie could feel her heart trying to climb out of her throat. "Y...yes?" "What am I going to tell her?" "I...I don't know. I don't hate her, you know," Annie mumbled. "And I don't want to hurt her. Do you...do you think she'll take it hard?" Sinead shook her head. "I don't know. I mean...we had so much fun, but...we both knew there was never really a...connection. Maybe she even knew why." The brunette chuckled. "Maybe that's why she was always so nice to you." Annie cracked a smile, her first one in a long time, and Sinead sighed. "She's coming over soon. I don't want to hide this." "Me neither." Annie laughed self-consciously. "I guess we really finally ruined our friendship, huh?" "Heh. Yeah. So now I guess the question is, do we walk away...or pick up the pieces and try to build something new?" Annie smiled and hugged her roommate—her lover—tighter. "Build something new." Sinead grinned and pulled her in for another kiss. "Good answer." Experimenting A few more strokes and his fingers stopped. Thank god we kept our nails trimmed for the experiment. The tip entered me softly. I thought better than to tense and instead focused on the warmth of the lube on his hands, the sweat between us. He pushed onwards, slow at first and then more insistent against my ring. One finger became two quite suddenly, but I kept composed. I wanted this. I picked up the condom from beside us on the bed, opened it and reaching behind me tried to get it on his waiting cock. I got frustrated with the how fiddly it was and he took over, adding a palm of lube to the sheath. One hand pressed firmly on his chest and the other grasping his slippery cock, I moved by body over him, easing down once I'd lined up my hole. I stroked his hardness as I descended, feeling the head of his magnificent cock disappear. Hugh groaned and I sank further down. He massaged my arse cheeks, as I felt him deeper and deeper inside of me, stretching and conquering. In minutes I was low enough that I had to remove my hand, delicious pain spearing me as I thrust down the final few inches. Encouraging words filled the room and I began undulating my hips, rocking small increments up and down his cock. With the small movements the pain eased and my body relaxed. Hugh could feel this and his hands moved to my waist, as he used my body to get off, lifting me away from him before thrusting up, joining us closer and closer. He took control and the movements got bolder, the moans louder. Sweat building and a new pleasure inside of me. The friction against my prostate shot sparks to my groin; I twitched and leaked precum over his stomach. 'Yes, yes, yes.' I couldn't take my eyes off him and the look of pure bliss in his eyes as I ground my arse down on his erection. Our speed increased and a new tension filled the air. He was close. It could only have been a few minutes, but the feelings were so incredible. One hand moved from his chest and I grasped onto my cock, pulling and squeezing in time with my body over Hugh's. I staggered on the precipice, falling over when he finally grabbed me hard, pushing up and releasing his cum deep within me. I traced every spasm from my arse to my spurting cock, covering my hand and his chest before collapsing, sticking our bodies together. I climbed to his side; he removed and tied the condom. A kiss and gratitude bonded us closer. I didn't question what this was to him, why me and why now. Back to the experiment in a day or two and then back to reality a few weeks after that. But in the mean time ... Experimenting Finally able to get the house to myself again, I experiment with a little autoerotic asphyxiation. Just a little forewarning. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (XX min/mp3) * * * * *