0 comments/ 98134 views/ 2 favorites Daisy Chain By: MsLinnet When I was at school I got into a group of girls that enjoyed each other's pleasures; with the guidance of our tutor, Miss Glen, we all found that our bodies could be used to excite ourselves as well as the pubescent boys in our year. When not under the instruction of Miss Glen we often would laze around, playing with each other, sometimes in couples and sometimes in groups. As time goes by you forget how much fun you had when you were young; after meeting some of my old class mates recently at a wedding, I started to remember how we as girls would abandon our undergarments and tease each other across classes without the knowledge of other students that were sat around. We all had a bit to drink sat around our table and it was then that I felt someone's foot working its way up my thigh. I tried not to show any of the others that there was anything happening, but when the foot found its goal I did gasp slightly; that, I thought, had given the game away. No one seemed to pay any attention to my gasp but as the mischievous foot worked its way into my sexual crevice, I felt an air of tension wash over me and I gripped the edge of the table, bracing my self against the onslaught of its attention. I tried to see if I could tell who of the five other women that were sat around the table was teasing me in this way, but none of them showed any sign that it was them, so I parted my legs to allow whoever it was full access to my sexual folds. The wedding party left for their hotel at about 10:30 pm, and soon after the six of us girls decided to go to a nightclub that Lucy knew, assuring us all that it was a ladies night and the only men in the club would be there for our entertainment. Most of you have heard about "ladies' night out" parties, usually with some guys with good bodies who shake it up and don't have a lot in the way of inhibitions. Well, I had the feeling that this night was going to end up as just one of those nights. I know we were at an old friend's wedding but most of the men were married, or were so pissed by 10 o'clock they would not have been able to get it up even with a pair of crutches. As usual I got my share of come-ons from the men that were able to stand up straight, but while I was trying to be discreet the memory of the foot under the table had me thinking of the feminine sex, so telling each man that it was my time of the month soon sent them running. After a short walk we were at the club door; at first the bouncers were not going to let us in as it was supposed to be a ticket only night, but after a bit of coaxing the head bouncer told us that as it was quieter than normal he would let us in, as long as we paid the ticket cover charge. We joked around telling him that if he let us in one of us would give him a blow job and he could choose who, but he declined saying that he couldn't do that but if the offer was still good he wouldn't say no after work. He was joking I think, but I know he went off with another girl towards 1 am and did not return for a good half hour, so he might have got his cock sucked after all. A string of men took to the stage strutting their stuff. I guess the job suits the exhibitionists among us and it would surely stroke many men's egos to have women throwing money at them, as well as their knickers and phone numbers. The night was degrading into the normal brand of depraved entertainment that women's nights usually do so I sat towards the back of the room as the others in our group started to dare each other into more depraved acts with the men. As they paraded their manhood's on the stage it was getting to be a little on the wild side and from my back row seat I was sure that one of the girls was going to be fucked on stage before too long. It was not long before I was joined by Kelly one of the girls in our group. "Hi Linnet, did you enjoy the foot job then?" I was shocked; out of all the girls that were around the table, I thought she was the last one that would have done such a thing. "It was you; well I had you for the prude of the bunch." "What me? Whatever gave you that idea? Don't you remember that it was me that always was the first to get my knickers off when we were alone at school." "How could I forget you? You had the sweetest cum that I have ever tasted, and I bet you still have." "Well you will have to wait and see," Kelly said lifting her skirt up just enough to tease me further. We chatted for a while until the other girls found their way back to our table. It was not that long after that Kelly said that she had a room at the hotel if we all wanted to invite a few of the dancers back for a private party. By the time we got out of the club we had three of the dancers in tow. The girls were out for a wild night, I knew it. When we got to Kelly's room the men were dragged in and pushed to the centre of the room; they didn't put up much of a fight I might add. Ok we all took it in turn to be the middle of attention and have the men play with each of us, all helped by large helpings of alcohol from the mini bar that had been stocked with more than the normal miniatures. It was my turn on the floor; the girls were having a good time, laughing, shouting, and urging me on. I danced in the centre of the three men as their hands moved all over my body, removing my clothes as they did. Soon I was just in my bra and knickers as were most of the girls. Kelly watched as gradually she was the only one that had not been to the middle of the room. With a bit of a push and urging on by the other girls, she made her way to where the men were waiting for her. From my seat I could see she was nervous but was making the most of it. I could see the men's cocks swollen inside their thongs, but none of the girls had gone so far as to get one of them out. Kelly was soon out of her dress and had one of the guys practically tit fucked her. She had great breasts and it was not long before all the others where shouting for her to take her bra off. She did, then squeezed her breasts together around the man's cock. His thong was made of just enough material to contain his prick even when erect. I guess there is some sort of law about that sort of thing when dancing in public. The dancer continued to grind on her breasts as the other girls egged her on. One of the other girls came over to sit next to me, spilling her vodka and coke all over me and then started to lick it off. I was far to busy watching Kelly and the dancer to care, and it wasn't until her tongue found its way to my knickers did I realize exactly where this was heading. I parted my legs so she could wet my lips with her saliva and soon my knickers became transparent, showing off my sex to all who where looking, but at that point I didn't care. Kelly slid down the dancer's legs and started to lick around his cloth covered prick; she fondled his balls with one hand, grabbed his arse with her other, then looked over to me and winked right before she pulled his thong off, then opened her mouth and took as much of his shaft down her throat as she could. With her hair pulled up by the dancer, he started to give her a throat­fucking to the beat of the music, and she was taking it all. This open display of sex raised the hormone and heat level in the room. Not to be outdone, one of the other dancers joined in by raising her arse to reveal a skimpy pink thong. The rest of them, except my pussy licking friend, moved in closer as the dancer pulled away the flimsy material and we all got a great view of her tight arse and neatly trimmed pussy. Kelly arched her back and spread her legs wide as she started to finger her pink slit. Things don't usually get this wild but I was guessing that Kelly was going to prove to me that she was no prude. The other girls started to chant, "Fuck her arse, fuck her arse." I realized they were urging the second dancer's prick toward Kelly's tight pink arse hole. Out of nowhere I heard a champagne cork pop, and then I felt Bubbly soaking my breasts and dripped down over my stomach. It was the third of the dancers; his thong-covered prick was only inches from my mouth. I watched as the girls started to push the second dancer towards Kelly, forcing him to the backdoor entry they all wanted to see. I didn't need any more encouragement and grabbed the third dancer's cock and pulled him towards me, taking his prick into my mouth just as Kelly allowed the man to take her arse, making her squeal. Her squeals turned to shrieks and moans as she came over and over again, helped by a plethora of girls getting between her legs and sucking at her vacant pussy. I was having a party of my own and some how the three of us got down on the floor and formed a triangle so my pussy was being eaten as I was eating the man's cock and he was eating my pleasure's pussy. As I orgasmed for the third time, I reminisced of the nights that we girls would form a daisy chains and pleasure ourselves until exhausted. Daisy Chain We talked about the idea. Both of us were energized by the thought, and we toyed with the idea of actually doing it. Soon, it crept its way into our everyday thoughts. We talked about it before making love, and our passions were fueled by the images we called into our heads. It consumed us, but we welcomed it. And now was the day we'd actually do it. Searching carefully amongst friends, we made a guest list of attendees. We hardly slept the night before, electing to make love as much as possible each time we awoke during the night. Wild love. Sensual love. Slow and tender. Fast and furious. Preparing the house took most of the morning, and now it was early afternoon. When the grandfather clock struck 2, you had me get undressed and masturbate for you. You watched with eyes wide open as I pleasured myself, kissing me and sliding your fingertips along my body as I erupted in orgasm. I licked my fingers clean as you smiled, and after I got cleaned up, we watched some adult films that you enjoyed. At 3pm, you asked me to cum again. And at 4. And at 5. Every hour until 7pm, when I came for the last time that evening. After 7 o'clock, I had had 6 orgasms, and the last one, not even a drop escaped the tip of my penis. I was dry, which made you and I very happy. By 8pm, the guests had started to arrive. We had a light buffet set up, and several bottles of wine were opened, to relax us all. Fifteen men had been invited, and all were here. In our spacious living room, the furniture had been re-arranged to leave the center of it open. Soft music played, and the only light was from candles placed strategically throughout the room. The very center of the room had only one item in it... a very comfortable leather recliner. That would be your place of honor. With a few drinks in us all, our inhibitions were free. As the clock chimed 9pm, you got undressed and laid back in the chair. Us men all undressed and walked up to the small pedistal in which a fishbowl had been placed, with small bits of paper, each numbered from 1 to 15. I laid down on my back, directly in front of you as the men each picked a number. The man who drew number two laid on his back slightly above me, so that his hips were next to my head. Number three did the same to number two, and so on, until we were all arranged in a loose circle around you. When we were all in place, you looked directly at me, smiled, and said but one word. "Begin." Each of us started sucking the penis of the man beside us, like a 69, but with many more people. The rules were simple: If one started to cum, one raised his hand, came into the mouth of the man sucking him, then, after one came, he got out of the circle. The circle would reform, less one man, and so on, until there were only 2 men left. You recliner spun, so you could watch us all fellate each other at your leisure. When you noticed a man with his hand up, you would watch him as you let your fingertips slide along your womanhood, waiting for the moment he would cum. We decided we would all do it slow, so the excitement would heighten our orgasms. Of course, we all stopped for a minute after one came, to give us a chance to get a breath before starting again. You laid back, watching us all, drinking in the hedonistic pleasure displayed before you. Listen to our soft moans, our guttural sounds of pleasure as we came. You watched our bodies, some sleek, like a long distance runner, some muscular, some in between. You observed our skin tones, the patterns of our hair, the muscles rippling as we pleasured each other orally. You watched our legs tighten and our hips thrust as our mouths sucked and you felt our eyes upon your lithe naked form. You would tease yourself to the point of climaxing, then relent to drive yourself even more into a frenzy. By the time it was down to only two men, myself and a suntanned blonde man with a body like Adonis, you were in total ecstasy. As Adonis and I sucked each other in a 69, I understood even better why you had me masturbate all those times earlier today. It was so I wouldn't cum and could stay in the 'chain' longer. By this time, 4 men had already cum into my mouth, and I greedily sucked down every drop. Now, as I sucked slow and firmly, feeling every inch of his splendid organ filling my mouth, I saw from the corner of my eye that he was raising his hand. Yes! His hips shuddered as I sucked the very tip, rolling my tongue all around his swollen head. Suddenly, he could take it no more as he buckled and a torrent of semen was unleashed. I gulped and swallowed, but he was still coming. My throat was engulfed with his creamy load as I tried to get every drop. Exhausted, he rolled over onto his back and got up. I was the winner. At this point, I thought the party would break up, and you and I would make wild love. But you had other plans, and the party was just beginning... to be continued... Daisy Chain Chapter 1: Runaway Krista Radziwicz looked up the darkening sky and bit her lower lip. Her windshield wipers were shot and any serious rain made her car completely unusable. She was driving the speed limit in her hand-me-down Chevy Cavalier and decided to put the pedal to the metal. She was only five miles from her destination: school. Krista was nearing the end of her first semester as a graduate student at a prestigious (and expensive) college. She'd graduated from college two years earlier with no idea what to do with the rest of her life. With the job market terrible, she decided to return to school and get an MBA, something that she might be able to get a job with later. Driving the same beat up car at 25 that she'd driven at 16 convinced her that while money couldn't buy happiness, it didn't hurt either. Her rattling shaking little car was just starting to ratchet up to 75 when the downpour started. First there were a couple of thick rain drops that spattered onto the windshield. But it didn't take long for the rate to pick up. Krista turned on her windshield wipers and watched as they slid ineffectively through the rain. In a few seconds, the rain was so intense that she couldn't see more than a few feet ahead of her. She slowed now, trying to keep from losing control. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she cursed herself for being so cheap that she refused to buy windshield wiper blades. Just when she was starting to think that she was going to have to come to a complete stop in the middle of the road, Krista suddenly realized that she was no longer being rained on. She noticed that it was darker as she came to a stop. She rolled down her windows and looked out of her car and was delighted to see that she had accidentally, but luckily, come to a stop underneath of a highway overpass. 8 lanes of traffic above her head preventing her from getting wet. She was relieved that she had a place to wait out the storm, even if it meant that she would be late for class. Professor Kincaide would understand, she knew what it was like to be a poor student. Krista looked out at the rain on the far side of the bridge and saw it was still coming down hard, maybe even harder than before. She decided to get out of the middle of the road. She pulled the car over to the side of the road, where the concrete started to slope up to the top the embankment where it would meet the upper road bed. She pulled over and turned her car off. For a few minutes she just sat and looked forward, waiting impatiently for the rain to stop. Then, she though she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye. She turned and looked, but the passenger side window was still covered in rain. Curious, she leaned across the car and rolled down the window. She looked up the embankment, at the very top, near just below the bridge, she saw a young girl sitting. Her arms were wrapped around her knees and she was staring down at the Cavalier. Krista a bit surprised, this wasn't a bridge in a city, and no one would be living underneath. She thought about it for a moment and realized that it was probably a hitchhiker that had been caught out in the rain and was hiding, like she was, under the bridge. It was dark under the bridge but Krista could make the girl out. She looked to be a teenager with long, wet brown hair and pale skin. In her curled up position it was hard to tell how tall the girl was but her knees were a bit knobby and her legs were very thin. She looked very skinny. Even from the distance Krista could make out that the girl had very big brown eyes and pale, white skin. She was very pretty, but looked tired and wrung out. For a moment, Krista considered just ignoring the girl, it really wasn't her business. But then she heard the girl sneeze loudly and her heart wouldn't let her ignore her. Besides, this girl was obviously harmless. "Excuse me...miss?!" Krista called loudly. She didn't know what else to say. The girls eyes flickered, but she seemed to be pretending she didn't hear Krista. Krista wondered if maybe the girl was scared of her, but she looked at herself in the rear view mirror and laughed at the idea of a street kid being afraid of her. Even at 25 she was very short at 5'1 and thin at 110lbs. She had short brown hair and a round face. Her Eastern European heritage was clear in her cheekbones and knowing brown eyes. Her body was compact, her breasts small but taut, her stomach flat and her legs thin and short. She looked like a teenage girl herself, not a master's student. And she was most assuredly not scary. Krista decided to try again, she leaned out the window, "hey, girl are you okay?" she asked. It sounded even weirder than miss but she was out of ideas. This time, the girl looked down at her. "What?" the girl said. Her voice echoed under the bridge and it was clear the little runaway was trying to sound tougher than she was. At least that is what Krista could hear in her voice. "It is cold and wet out here, I am going some place warm and dry. Do you need a lift?" she asked. She knew this was about the dumbest thing she'd ever offered, but her heart went out to this lonely, scared looking girl. The girl considered it for a moment. Then she got up and started to walk down the embankment towards Krista's car. The girl was taller than Krista, maybe 5'6 and was very slim, her breasts barely making a tent in her billowy t-shirt and her hips point angles. "Why did you stop here? Did you see me go under here? Are you following me?" the girl said, Krista put her hands up and shook her head. "No, no no," she said, "I was just stopping because my windshield wipers are bad." Krista didn't like feeling like a predator or anything. "Yeah, well if that is true, I think I am safer here," the girl said, looking out at the rain. Krista realized there was a little wisdom to what the girl said. The girl was now just about four feet from the passenger side of Krista's car. She was clearly a beautiful girl, but she had the look of someone who had been on the road a long time. "Are you hungry?" she asked, looking at the girls lithe frame. This seemed to be the wrong question, the girl back up. "Hey chick, I am 18," the girl said, "I am not going to get lured into a bad situation with a promise of candy." Once again, Krista was on the defensive. "No, I am sorry, I really just want to help. I don't mean... I sound worse than I am right now," she said, flustered. Was helping down and out people always this hard? She figured she should just give up and drive away. The girl seemed to agree. "The rain is dying down, you can go," the girl said and then she turned and started walking back up the embankment. For a moment, Krista watched her walk, and then shrugged her shoulders. The rain had nearly stopped and she was already late. She put her car into gear and headed to class. * * * * * Four hours and two classes later, Krista was on her way home. It was almost dark now and the thermometer on her iphone said it was 15 degrees. Her little Cavalier could barely defrost the thick ice that had formed on her windshield. She had to burn gas in the parking lot for fifteen minutes before she could defrost and head home. If she hadn't been in a bad mood as a result of getting in trouble for being late to class and then getting dressed down for not knowing the answer to a cold call question in her second class, being freezing in her little car would have done it. At least it had stopped raining. As she started moving down the highway towards home, her mood brightened a little. Warmth was starting to seep into her skin and a song she liked came on the radio. She was singing along quietly when she slid underneath of the bridge she'd stopped at earlier. It was still freezing cold and suddenly her thoughts went back to the young girl she'd seen huddled in the cold earlier. She wanted to shake off the concern, but something about the pitiful aspect of the girl made her unable to shake it. She felt responsible for some reason. Krista pulled her car over again, this time on the far side of the road from the embankment she'd seen the girl at before. She turned off her car and opened her door. It was late now and there were few cars in the road. It was bitterly cold as Krista closed her car door behind her. The wind was really whistling under the bridge and Krista hunched her shoulders and pulled her arms across her chest. She started to look up towards the top of the bridge where the girl had been sitting before, but her eyes burned. She put her head down and worked her way to the other side. Finally, she was standing where her car had parked earlier. The wind was a little lower here and she looked the embankment. For a moment her tears from the cold blinded her, but the she saw the girl, huddled up, shivering. For a moment, she felt awkward, didn't know what to say. But then she figured she was just trying to help. "Hey, Girl!" she yelled. She saw the frozen girl move and look down, "Hey come down here. You need to get out of the cold!" The girl didn't budge. For a moment Krista was afraid the girl was frozen, but then the girl stirred and yelled down. "Who are you? What do you want?" The girl's voice sounded like she was shivering. "It's... I stopped earlier. Asked if you needed a ride..." "Are you my guardian angel or something?" the girl asked, but there was a tinge of fear behind the snide comment. "It is 15 degrees out and the wind chill must be like 5. You are going to die if you stay out here. I just want to help you," Krista said. She didn't know why she needed to help this girl, but it just felt right. It was around the holidays after all. "Will you call the cops if I don't come?" the girl asked and Krista was perplexed, it wasn't the response she expected. "You didn't do anything wrong that I know of. If you want to die out here you can... just...don't. Don't die out here. Come to my apartment and get dinner and sleep on my couch," Krista said. The girl looked at her and then slowly got up. She walked down the embankment and soon she was standing and shivering in front of Krista, towering over her a bit. The girl's lips were almost blue and she was chattering fiercely. But she was smiling slightly. Apparently taking the cops of the table had really changed the girl's outlook. "I am sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch. You roll around on your own as long as I have and you learn not to trust people. But I think I could kick your ass," the girl said and then started walking towards Krista's car. For a moment, Krista wondered if maybe she was in for trouble. But she figured it was too late now, and she rushed back to her car to get in the warmth. She got into the driver's side and unlocked the door. In a moment the girl was sitting next to her in the passenger seat, leaning forward and putting her palms on the heating vent. Krista ratcheted the heat all the way up and then started heading home. "What's your name?" Krista asked. "Allie," the girl said. Allie didn't take her eyes off the heater. Krista decided not to push the girl too much to talk, she let her focus all her energy on heating up. In a few moments they were at Krista's apartment building, walking up the stairs and opening her door. "You have a real nice place," Allie said as she stepped into the three-room apartment and threw her coat onto the couch. They walked into the living room/kitchen. There were two doors directly ahead of them, one leading to a bathroom and another to a bedroom. Krista turned on the lights. Allie looked around, as though waiting for someone or something to jump out and attack her. When she didn't see anyone, it seemed that she relaxed a little bit more and finally accepted that Krista really was just trying to help. "It's a little small, but it gets the job done," Krista said. Allie was warmer now, her face now having a little more color. For a moment they stood awkwardly in the room, not really sure what to say. Krista looked at the 18 year old. She was undeniably pretty, but her face was a little dirty and her hair was a bit tangled. Krista became aware, as the girl started to warm up, that she didn't smell that pleasant, kind of like gasoline and dirt. "Why don't you run into the bathroom and get a shower while I get dinner ready," Krista said, finally coming to a decision about what needed to be done. Allie's eyes got wide. "I didn't even think of that! It's cool if I shower? I haven't had a chance to in a while," she said, looking down at her dingy clothes. Krista smiled at her runaway. "Of course! I insisted didn't I?" Krista said. Allie didn't say another word; instead she quickly grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up over her head. She let the shirt drop onto the floor and revealed that she was not wearing a bra. Her body was very thin and her breasts were small but perky. She looked like she'd missed a few meals. Krista was too shocked to move. Allie was getting naked in her living room. Before she had time to process this Krista was unzipping her jeans and slinking them down her bony hips. Her panties came down with her jeans and Krista stood dumbfounded as Allie exposed her bare vagina with a couple of days growth of public hair. After kicking off her shoes and socks, Allie stood naked in Krista's living room. Krista's eyes wondered over the girls body, more in shock than lust (although part of her could not resist noting that the girl looked sexy, a little skinny, but sexy). "Are there towels and stuff in the bathroom?" Allie asked innocently. "Uh...yeah," was all Krista could manage. Then Allie bounded off towards the bathroom. Krista couldn't help but stare at the girl's tight butt as she walked away. Then she shook her head. She was straight. This sort of stuff didn't turn her on. What was she thinking? Maybe she was just getting off on taking care of someone. That was it, or she was just looking at the girl because her behavior was so bizarre. She ignored the deeper voice inside that said she was curious. She picked up Allie's dirty clothes and took them into the kitchen. She dumped them into the washing machine and then looked around for something to cook. She decided that grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup were the order of the day. As she cooked she completely forgot about Allie's bizarre behavior. She was just happy to be doing something good for someone else. It made her feel less poor and less helpless to have someone depending on her who was poorer and more helpless. It didn't take Krista long to cook dinner and it didn't take Allie long to shower (although it was a little longer, as Krista heard the girl using the hair dryer). Krista was putting to food on her little kitchen table when Allie walked in. The transformation was amazing. "I hope you don't mind I wore your robe," Allie said. She looked stunning. Her hair was long, straight and silky now. Her skin was a little red from the hot water and probably from windburn. But she looked dazzling, like she could be a television star. She wasn't a ragged homeless girl with potential, she was hot! Krista was shocked, but tried to ignore the attraction she felt to this girl. It was too weird. "No, not at all," Krista said, finally noticing that Allie was wearing her short white bathrobe. It was even shorter on Allie, barely covering her butt. Allie looked down at the food and smiled. "You are so nice," she said, "why are you doing this for me?" she asked. It seemed like a good question. "I don't know," Krista answered honestly, "I guess I just thought you looked like you could use a break." Allie nodded thankfully. Then they both sat down and started to eat. Allie was ravenously, she ate all of her soup and both of her sandwiches in a matter of minutes. Krista poured her a bowl of cereal and then another before the girl was sated. Then, finally satisfied in her needs, the girl was able to relax for the first time; she slunk down in her chair and smiled contentedly. For awhile they talked. Krista learned that Allie had run away from home because her mother and stepfather were drunks that fought all the time. She learned that she rode all over the country bumming rides with truck drivers and anyone else that would take her. She also learned that Allie was smart, capable, and genuinely pleasant to have a conversation with. By the time the late evening news would be on, they were chatting like old friends, even the minor age gap between them forgotten. "I can't even begin to thank you," Allie said, "No one ever does stuff like this for me," she explained. "How long have you been on the road?" Krista asked, the first time she'd considered the issue. "Like two years now, they can't make me go back to school anymore; I turned 18 like eight months ago, so I think I will probably stop running here in awhile. Just settle down, try to figure out something for money besides giving handjobs to truck drivers like I have been the last few months since my money ran out," Allie said. She must've noticed the look of horror on Krista's face, because she put her hands up defensively, "Hey I didn't meant to offend." "No, I am sorry," Krista said, suddenly realizing that she didn't have any right to judge the girl for surviving, "You do what you have to do. I don't mean to judge. Hell, I am an MBA student. I know how markets work." Krista said and then blushed. She couldn't get the image of this beautiful girl, touching random people, getting cum on fingers, out of her mind. Krista decided to change the subject. "So do you want to move over to the couch, watch some television or something?" she asked. Allie sort of shrugged. "Sure," she said, "I haven't watched television in a long time." They got up from the table and went to the living room area (it was the same room, but Krista thought of it as a separate place). Krista flopped down onto the couch and Allie sat down next to her. Allie curled up onto the couch and sat Indian-style. Krista looked over at her young guest and was surprised to see that she could tell Allie had borrowed her razor. Allie's legs were shiny and smooth and the short robe had ridden up when Allie sat, exposing her bare vagina. She was shaved bare, her skin looked smooth and her lips were pink and contrasted sharply with her pale skin. Krista couldn't even think what to say, she just kept looking between Allie's legs. Finally, Allie seemed to realize what happened. "Oh Jesus!" Allie said, putting her legs together and setting her feet on the floor, "I didn't even realize I was doing that. Not used to not having my pants on. Where are they, by the way?" Allie said. She didn't appear to be the least bit upset that she'd exposed herself to Krista, and she looked around the floor for her pants. Krista felt her face hot and red, but she ignored it. "Oh, I put them in the washing machine, they will be ready in the morning," she explained, her voice sounding a bit odd in her ears. Krista knew some girls were like that, just comfortable with their bodies. But she couldn't get over how free this girl seemed to be. "You don't have a Wii or an X-Box hooked up to you television," Allie said, suddenly changing the subject. Krista looked at her fat, ancient television and the bare three prong front hanging out of the front. "No, I don't." "You don't have a boyfriend," Allie said. She wasn't asking a question, she was openly declaring that she knew that Krista didn't have a boyfriend. Krista was surprised but the girl guessed right. "I don't," Krista said. "If you had a boyfriend you would have video games," she explained, "I bet it has been about... seven months since you've had a boyfriend." It had been exactly 7 actually, how did this girl guess? "How did you figure that out?" she asked. Allie pointed to an Avenger's daily calendar that was set on a book case. The last date to be peeled off was seven months earlier. Daisy Chain "That was your boyfriend's calendar," Allie explained, "You stopped using it when he left because...seriously what chick is going to use an Avengers calendar?" "You are like a Sherlock Holmes of my sad love life," Krista said and then laughed. This girl was very observant it seemed. Krista wondered if she was noticing other things about her, maybe things that Krista didn't even notice. At that moment, Krista heard the alarm go off on her washer. "Your clothes are clean, I am going to go put them in the dryer," she said and went and did it. When she got back, Allie was smiling up at her. "Washing my clothes! You are so nice, I don't know if I told you this before when I was dirty and starving, but thanks for helping me out. It was really cool of you to do that," Allie said and her voice was unquestionably sincere. Krista looked at her and smiled. "You have already thanked me, several times, I am glad I could help," she said. "I wish there was a way I could make it up to you," Allie said shyly. She was looking down at her knees and then glanced at Krista out of the corner of her eye. Krista didn't need any help from Allie, she was really just happy to have gotten to do something good. "You gave me a pleasant evening of conversation, which is more than I've had for awhile. You don't have to do anything else," Krista said. She was standing above the girl, and Allie leaned forward and tilted her head back. The robe was tied loosely and Krista could see down into it, could see the outline of Allie's small breasts. She felt her heart beating quickly, but couldn't really explain why. "That really isn't enough," Allie said, and then she rubbed the couch next to her. Krista didn't know what to do, so she sat down. But she sat on the edge of the couch, far from Allie. This girl had admitted to having sex to pay debts before. What was she suggesting? And why did Krista find it intriguing? Or maybe she was reading WAY too much into this. "What did you have in mind?" Krista asked, trying to sound breezy. "I don't know," Allie said coyly and inched a little closer to Krista, "tell me what you'd like from me." There was no misreading this now; Allie had said she had sex for money in the past. Maybe that was the only way she knew how to give back to people who helped her. Krista was sort of frozen. She felt Allie's hand on the small of her back. "I told you," she said, her head feeling light, "I don't need anything." "No body ever helps me for nothing Krista," Allie said, but not in the least bit sad, "Even the nice truckers who say they don't want anything, I make sure they are happy before I go. I don't like to owe anyone anything." "What do you mean?" Krista asked, feeling Allie's hand rub up her back. "You know what I mean," Allie explained and then her other hand was suddenly on Krista's knee. "Your offer is... very sweet. But I am not into girls," Krista said, finally accepting that Allie was offering to have sex with her and that she couldn't make this stop unless she stopped playing dumb. But Allie just sort of snorted like she didn't believe her. 'Would you have picked me up if I was a homeless dude?" "No, men can be dangerous. What if a homeless man was mentally unstable, he could kill me." "Uh Krista, cute chicks can be (and often are) mentally unstable. The fact that I am not means you dodged a bullet, but a bullet you knew was a possibility?" Allie explained and Krista knew she was right, 'Would you have picked me up if I was 60 and fat?" Allie asked. Krista knew the answer to that question as well. "I don't know," she lied. "You picked me up because you think I am cute. That is why I get picked up most of the time. I don't mind if you don't mind," Allie said. Krista felt her face getting red hot and Allie's tone softened, "hey that doesn't make helping me out any less awesome. It just means that I can help you out in a way I only know how. You are probably horny, it's been seven months since you last got laid. Let me pay you back, clear my conscience. I know what I am doing, not ALL truck drivers are men." Allie winked a little. "I don't..." Krista began. "I didn't know for sure, but then when you came back over here and I leaned forward I saw you look down my shirt. Not much to see I guess, but you wanted to see," Allie explained. This girl was certainly experienced. Krista thought about all the weird feelings she'd been having. Allie relied on being able to read people to stay alive; she must be picking up on something. Suddenly, Krista felt something touch her cheek. She felt Allie's hand on her chin, slowing turning her face towards her. Now she was looking into Allie's eyes. Allie's eyes looked so deep, her face so smooth, beautiful. Krista could not lie to herself any longer. She didn't just appreciate Allie's attractiveness, she was aroused by it. "Would it make you feel any better if I said I wanted it too? Most of the people I get in this sort of situation aren't gorgeous and sexy and smart," Allie said and Krista almost swooned. "I don't know," Krista said and maybe her mind didn't but her body did. She leaned forward slowly and her eyes closed. She felt her lips press against Allie's soft lips. She tilted her head back a little to accommodate the taller girl. Allie smelled lovely and her skin was so soft against Krista's face. She felt Krista's warm, soft hand on her left and shivered and she felt Allie's breath against her cheek. Krista moved her own hand, placing it on Allie's hip, felt the delicate swell and heat from Allie's body. Then she felt Allie's mouth open and she opened her as well. She felt Allie's soft, warm tongue splash across her lips. She moaned into Allie's mouth and felt the younger girl's tongue plunge into her teeth. She tasted Allie's tongue and felt its velvety texture. She felt Allie's tongue push past her teeth and... "I am sorry," she said, almost into Allie's mouth, "I have work tomorrow morning. I need to go to sleep." She stood awkwardly, smoothing out her clothing. Allie looked stunned on the couch. "Work?" "I tutor high school kids to get them ready for the ACT," she explained. "You are a master's student, you can do that in your sleep, come back," Allie said, putting on a pouty face. But Krista wasn't listening anymore. Her mind had shut down her body. She walked quickly over to the closet and pulled out a blanket and couple of pillows and threw them on the floor. "The bed pulls out in a couch," she said and then shook her head, "the couch pulls out into a bed. I am sorry, I wish I could stay up longer, but I really need to go to bed. I have to tutor two people tomorrow." Her voice sounded bizarrely cheerful and strained. Allie looked at her like she had lost her mind. "It is like 9:15," Allie said but she got no response. In that same moment, Krista walked through the door to her bedroom and shut it behind her. Suddenly she let out a gasp of air and slid down onto the floor, her back against the door. "What the fuck was that?" she thought. She didn't kiss people she didn't know. She didn't fantasize about having sex with women. She didn't want to have sex with vulnerable girls seven years younger than her. All of these thoughts were just too much. She shook her head. And she convinced herself that nothing had happened and she ignored the longing to taste Allie's lips again. She focused on the things that were normal and ignored the confusion. She quickly disrobed and then slipped on a large t-shirt. She combed her hair and did all of her normal evening rituals, even though it was much earlier than she was used to. She pretended like she didn't hear Allie pulling out the couch bed or turning on the television. Finally, she lay down in her bed and told herself that it was time to sleep. She closed her eyes tightly and willed herself to sleep. And her thoughts sort of melted into a blur because she refused to allow herself to think. And the more she blurred, the more tense she became. But for what felt like hours she just kept bearing down, trying to convince her body that it was okay to sleep and that it needed to let go. But her body ached to be touched. To be kissed. Her eyes fluttered open and she was staring at the ceiling. Her whole body felt strange and she looked at her door. The light was out in the living room. She looked at the clock, it was 11:00. She'd only been trying to sleep for a little over an hour. Her head ached and she let out a frustrated moan. Now she couldn't avoid it any longer. She was going to have to deal with this or she wasn't going to sleep. She could masturbate. She didn't do it that often, but she did it. But what would that mean? What would she think about? What if Allie heard her? She could take a cold shower. But to do that, she'd have to go into the living room for a moment and that would mean walking past Allie. Ditto with going to the kitchen to get a drink to steady her nerves. There was no way out of it. Thoughts of Allie were now allowed back into her head. She thought about the girl's lips, the way her tongue taste, the firm warmth of her hip. She moaned again in frustration. She thanked God she had the strength to resist Allie on the couch. She didn't think she'd ever be able to do that again, not in a million... "Krista," a voice said, and Krista's eyes shot towards the door. Allie was standing backlit in the doorway. Her robe was tied loosely and her breasts were almost hanging out. She looked more gorgeous than ever, her hair hung loose over her shoulders, her lips thick and her legs silky and toned. She looked like pure sex and it pulsated from her eyes as well. "What are you doing?" Krista squeaked. "I heard noises, I was checking to make sure you were okay," Allie said, walking into the room. She strolled confidently, like she belonged there. She sat down on the bed next to Krista's arm. "I am alright, you can leave if you want," Krista said. She didn't know what else to say, her heard was beating and her chest rose and fell quickly, her nipples rubbed deliciously against her shirt. Allie leaned across Krista's body and put one hand next to her neck on the pillow. Her breasts were against Krista's face and their eyes burned together. "Say the word 'Go' and I will leave. Say any other word and I won't," Allie said simply. Her smell was intoxicating and the fact that Krista could almost feel the girl's body made her entire body quake. "I need it," was all she could say. Allie bent forward slowly, Krista's head was pounding and it felt like Allie was moving impossibly slowly. Krista closed her eyes and waited. The first thing she felt was Allie's small breasts touch through the fabric against her own. Allie's breasts were sort of sitting on top of Krista's breasts. They felt hot and soft through the cloth. Krista felt her nipples grow hard as Allie's lips grazed hers. This time, there was no thinking about the kiss, she just let Allie's kiss wash over her. She felt the softness of Allie's lips, the way her tongue slid against her lips and pushed into her mouth. She smelled Allie's skin and felt her warmth and smoothness. It was a gentle, loving kiss and Krista brought her arms up and put them around Allie, pulling her completely onto the bed and on top of her own body. She felt Allie's slight weight on top of her, felt her breasts press harder against her and then the kiss broke and Krista opened her eyes. She saw Allie smiling down on top of her. Allie brushed some hair out of Krista's eyes. Krista spread her legs a bit, letting Allie fall between them, their hips together and their breasts pressing wonderfully together. Allie giggled a little. "Well, I am paying you back for your hospitality. What do you want? The truck drivers are never shy about asking what they want," Allie said playfully and then she leaned forward and kissed Allie gently on her neck. Krista moaned and her mind raced. She had no idea what she wanted. Her mind and her body were completely at odds about what they wanted. But she couldn't stop now, her body was in charge. "You said some of those truck drivers were women right?" Krista panted. Allie nodded softly, her hair falling all around her face and tickling Krista's skin. "What do they like? What do the dirtiest, nastiest women make you do to them in the sleeping compartments of their trucks? What makes you squirm?" Krista said, suddenly wanting to turn this around on Allie. Allie had popped into her life and upset all of these carefully constructed rules about who Krista thought she was. Allie would have to pay. Krista smiled naughtily as she bit her lip and stared at the skinny whore between her legs. "A woman truck driver made me do something real dirty to her just a week ago," Allie said and it looked like she was blushing! Krista felt a sense of power and sexual excitement she'd never had before. She'd never been so excited to have sex in her life. She needed this. Allie looked unsure. "Well, you see it is..." Allie began, but Krista cut her off. "Do it," she said, "Don't tell me what it is, just do it." Allie's eyes pleaded for a chance to explain, but she was stuck. This was the game they were playing. Allie first got up on her knees in between Krista's leg. Her eyes were cast down and her hair hung over her face. Allie carefully untied her robe and let it slip off her shoulders. Krista's body ached when she saw Allie, naked and vulnerable, in front of her. She'd seen the girl naked before, but this was different, this was dripping with sexuality. Not to mention the fact that Allie had shaved, her pussy was completely bare. Allie leaned forward again, now completely naked. This time, she put her hands on the headboard and hung her head low. Her breasts were directly in Krista's face. Her breasts were shaped like small teardrops, her nipples puffy, pink and inviting. Krista didn't need to wait; she knew exactly what she wanted. She arched her back slightly and buried her face in Allie's small, soft tits. She felt Allie's nipples against her lips and opened them to let it in. The nipple felt hard and hot on Krista's tongue and she moaned around it as she flicked it gently. Krista heard Allie gasp as she started to carefully move her tongue around on the puffy nipple; pressing it gently and feeling it give. She sucked on it gently, feeling its give and tasting its warmth. At the same time, she reached over with her hand and grasped Allie's other breast. It was a small handful and felt hot and heavy in her hand. Allie arched her back, pressing her nipple hard into Krista's mouth and her breast deeper into Krista's palm. Krista circled her hand over Allie's nipple, feeling it grow harder. Finally, Allie pulled back. But as she did so, Krista came to the realization that Allie had grabbed hold of her t-shirt. As Allie moved back, her nipple popped wet and cold out of Krista's mouth but at the same time, Krista's shirt came up over her head. She was in the habit of wearing nothing but panties under her night shirts and tonight had been no exception. Allie threw the shirt on the floor. Krista was topless! In front of a naked girl! Now Allie was leaning forward again. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled between Krista's legs. Her knees touched the inside of Krista's thighs. Her hands went on either side of Krista's hips. Krista looked down at the girl's beautiful face, her hair a sexy mess. Allie leaned forward and took one of Krista's nipples in her mouth. Krista moaned loudly and her arms felt weak. Krista looked over the girls shoulder, saw the girl's slender shoulders taper back to the small of her back and then flair out at her hips and saw Allie's ass swaying in the air. She felt Allie's tongue roll around on her nipple and felt her teeth nibble on it gently. Her pussy was aching; she could sense Allie's hot body on a few short inches from it. If this was the worst the dirty ladies Allie usually fucked were into, Krista figured she could get used to it But just when the thought of Allie licking her nipple became too intense, Allie started to move back again. But again, she was pulling back far from empty-handed. Krista hadn't realized that the girl had surreptitiously slipped her hands into the waistband of her panties. Now that Allie was pulling back, she was slowly pulling Krista's panties off as well. Krista looked down and saw her own shaven pussy, dripping wet. Her lips were darkened, almost red in color and even the feeling of the soft air in the apartment running against her clit made her feel sexy and dangerous. "Remember, you said you wanted this," Allie said, but there was no more trepidation in her voice. Krista figured that much like herself, Allie was now a slave to her impulses. She just needed to do what her body told her to do. Allie grabbed around Krista's knees so that her palms were on Krista's knee caps and her fingers were on the backs of her knees. Krista figured that Allie was going to spread her legs apart and eat her pussy. She needed Krista to do that, needed it more than anything in the world. Allie carefully spread Krista's legs. Krista looked down over her breasts, across her stomach and even her hard clit and saw Allie kneeling between her legs, her nipples erect and her stomach flat. She could see Allie's pussy glistening as well. She seemed to be liking this as much as Krista was. But instead of leaning forward and planting her lips on Krista's clit, Allie started to push Krista back. Krista was a bit surprised, she started to slide backwards, her back against the bed. "What?" she started to ask. "You said not to say," Allie's voice replied. Then Krista's knees were on the bed next to her head and her ass was up in the air. She saw Allie's face hovering above her and the girl smiled and then her head bent. For a moment, Krista didn't know what was going to happen. Then she felt an intense warmth and wetness pressing against her asshole. For a second she was disoriented, and then she realized what was happening. Allie was licking her asshole! For a moment she was about to protest, but she felt the rough, soft, wet tongue lick down from the very bottom of her pussy to the crack of her ass and she moaned loudly instead. She was a bit disgusted, but at the same time insanely aroused. The feeling was indescribable. Allie continued to lap at her ass and Krista fell completely silent and just let the warmth wash over her. She could see Allie's eyes, open and watching, between her legs as the younger girl licked her ass. Suddenly, she felt Allie reach around her hip. Allie's fingers moved against Krista's cheek and then suddenly, Allie's index finger was in Krista's mouth. Krista didn't know what to think but she sucked on the finger gently. Allie's skin was salty and Krista closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her ass getting licked while she sucked on Allie's finger. As the same moment, Allie's finger pulled out of Krista's mouth and her tongue moved off of Krista's asshole. Krista whimpered a bit but saw laughter in Allie's eyes. So she stopped. Slowly, and carefully, Allie allowed Krista's hips to fall down slightly. But at the same time, Allie was rising up. Krista's knees were now slung over Allie's shoulder. Krista's pussy was near Allie's face and she wondered if Allie could smell her arousal. Now Krista was on her shoulders her back and ass off the ground, but even as she settled down she realized that everything wasn't back to normal. She felt a pressure against her asshole. She looked down and could see that Allie's finger, the one that had just been in her mouth, was pressing against her anus. Krista's asshole was wet from Allie's tongue and the finger was wet from her own mouth. Krista let out a high pitched squeak as she felt the pressure on her asshole increasing. Allie was slowly worming her finger against Krista's anus. For a moment the pressure was very intense, and then Krista felt the tip of Allie's finger slid into her anus. Krista screamed a little, and felt uncomfortable. It felt alien and she wriggled against it. But Allie kept the pressure on and the wriggling just drove the finger deeper and deeper into Krista's anus. Krista felt Allie's first knuckle and then the next slide into her asshole. Then, she felt the rest of Allie's hand against her butt and she realized that Allie had buried her entire finger in her ass. She tried to wiggle away further, but suddenly the intense pressure, the discomfort, was starting to feel...good. The more Krista wriggled, the deeper the finger worked and the better if felt. Suddenly, Krista was moaning in pleasure as much as pain. She rocked her hips as best she could, pushing the finger into her asshole. Daisy Chain Allie wasn't done yet. When she had her entire finger in Krista's asshole she bent over. Krista watched as Allie's mouth opened and it closed over her hard, red, throbbing clit. Krista's entire body felt electric as Allie's tongue stroked against her erect clit. She shook from head to toe. Allie started to work her tongue and her buggering finger in slow, steady unison. Krista, looking for some sort of relief, clasped her hands over her nipples, desperately trying to squeeze them or pull them in some way that offered relief. Krista squeezed her breasts and pushed her cunt into Allie's mouth. That same delicate tongue that had so delighted her asshole now swirled over her clit. For a moment, Krista thought that she'd never get relief. Then, she felt it growing inside of her. An orgasm like she'd never felt before. First it burst out of her loins, sending shock waves throughout her body, it felt like every fiber of her body was vibrating in a sweet harmony and every sense was overcome with pleasure. She moaned loudly and her entire body shook as she reached a stunning plateau. A moment later, she began to be conscious of the world around her. She was lying on her back now, her legs now off of Allie's shoulders. Allie was lying beside her and Krista was aware that was sucking on something. She looked down and saw that Allie's finger was poking out of her mouth. The same finger that had been up Krista's ass was now in Krista's mouth. She didn't know how it got there but the tangy, earthy flavor drove home the intensity and the raunchiness of what had just happened. For a few moments she just lay in the bed, panting and sucking on Allie's ass-covered finger. "That was amazing," she finally. Actually, she said, "Thawathamaming," before taking the finger out of her mouth and trying again. Allie looked over at her and smiled. But Krista could see the need in her eyes. Krista might have just had the most amazing orgasm of her life, but Allie was still waiting. "Sit on my face Allie," Krista said suddenly. She didn't even really know what to do, but she wanted that. For a moment Allie just looked at her. Apparently girls who sell their bodies for rides aren't used to johns offering them a chance to get even. But Krista looked at her with longing as well, she wanted to taste Allie's cunt. Allie got over her sudden confusion and swung her leg quickly over Krista's body. Krista was lying on her back and Allie put her knees on either side of Krista's head. Krista looked up and saw Allie's shaking, puffy, pink pussy lips and wanted to taste them. Allie was so we that a single drop of her juices fell from Allie's pussy and landed on Krista's lower lip. Krista felt the heat and warmth and was surprised. She licked her lip and tasted pussy for the first time. Just a little appetizer of salty, heady flavor. She needed more. Krista reached around Allie's body and grabbed her ass. The girl was slim and her ass was small, but Krista sunk her fingers into the girl's hot skin and pulled her down. Then, Allie's pussy lips were resting gently on Krista's mouth. Allie's smell filled Krista's nose, a primal smell. And as Krista opened her mouth, so did Allie's taste. Allie's pussy taste salty, earthy, and coppery. It was a strange and delightful combination. Krista didn't know what she was doing, but her tongue took over. She lapped at Allie's slit and lips, but focused mainly on her lover's clit. Her tongue was rigid and flicked at Allie's clit, make the girl moan and shake. Krista's nose was buried in the area recently shaved and her eyes were open, looking at the underside of Allie's breasts as the girl rocks against her lips. Allie began to paw at her own breasts and arch her back. Krista moaned as Allie let out a low groan. Suddenly, Allie's motions became more erratic and her moan became higher. Krista felt Allie's entire body start to shake and she grabbed a hold of both of Allie's hips, holding her tightly against her tongue as Allie came hard. The liquid got thicker in Allie's pussy, the taste more intense. And then suddenly, Krista couldn't hold Allie anymore and the girl tumbled contentedly onto her stomach. But Krista wasn't done with her. While Allie was still panting, trying to recover from her orgasm, Krista knelt over her. She put her hands on the girl's creamy white ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She could see where her own spit and Allie's cum had dripped onto Allie's asshole, making it shine. She wanted to taste it. Krista bent over, noticing that Allie was looking over her shoulder at her. She winked as her face moved closer to Allie's asshole. She could smell Allie's body, the smell of sex, and she wanted it inside of her. When her body was a few small inches from Allie's body, she stuck out her tongue. She immediately made contact with Allie's hot, wet anus. She didn't know what she'd been expecting, but this was different. Allie's asshole was crinkled and soft, and tasted amazing. Krista lapped at it, loving the way that it felt against her tongue. She made her tongue hard and pushed into Allie's asshole a little bit, loving the feeling of having her tongue squeezed and tasting Allie's coppery insides. Allie was watching her and moaning loudly. Then sat up, pulling her head away from Allie's asshole. Krista popped her right index finger into her mouth, coating it with spit and getting it nice and wet. She moved the finger down between Allie's ass cheeks. She found the little rosebud of Allie's asshole and started to press. Krista heard Allie grunt as the first little bit of her finger went into Allie's body. Allie was biting down on a pillow against the pain, but she never said to stop. Krista felt Allie's asshole squeeze her finger and if felt like it was sucking her in farther. Krista pushed again, moving her knuckle into Allie's asshole. The pressure was greater, and the soft inside walls of Allie's body was so inviting. She kept pushing in until she reached her last knuckle. Allie groaned as Krista fit her whole finger inside. Krista straddled Allie's leg, placing her wet cunt on the back of Allie's knees. She bent forward, pressing her clit against Allie's soft skin. Krista began to rock back and forth, drawing her clit over Allie's skin and feeling the electrical whir as it moved through her body. She was still moving her finger inside of Allie's asshole. At the same time she extended her middle finger. While her index finger wiggled inside of Allie's asshole her middle finger pushed against Allie's hot wet lips and the tip of her middle finger rubbed against Allie's wet clit. Allie groaned loudly and her body became rigid. But Krista kept humping against Allie's leg and pushing against Allie's asshole and clit. They moved in a ragged, tired, but gorgeous unison. Krista felt that feeling build within her again. She felt her fingers go rigid against Allie's body and suddenly she they were both moaning loudly and in unison. The sensation tore through their bodies, seemed to jump between them, and carrying their consciousnesses away. Their orgasms seemed to build together, to crest together, and then leave them both exhausted, lying on the bed. The feeling was so powerful; Krista did not know how to think. The two lovers just lay in the bed together, their arms and legs intertwined, trying to make sense of what had happened. Krista had never felt so content in her life. "Are we even?" Allie asked, panting after a long while. Krista reached down towards the foot of the bed and grabbed her thick comforter, and pulled it over both of them. The cuddled together under the blanker, enjoying some post-coital bliss. "I think I owe you!" Krista said, "Let me finish making it up to you in the morning," she said. And Allie nodded and then yawned. Krista looked at this girl and wondered what this meant. How had this evening changed her? And what would happen in the morning? But these thoughts slowly faded while Allie nodded off in her arms. They fell asleep together and Krista dreamed about the future. Krista awoke in the morning feeling more relaxed than she'd felt in months. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and looked around her room. It was empty. Krista walked around the apartment, searching for Allie. But she quickly realized that she was alone, with only a brief note on the fridge thanking her for her hospitality as proof that her world had changed. Chapter 2: The Tutor Callista Walsh sat at the table in a quiet corner of the library, far from the children's section and computer lab, bouncing the eraser of her pencil off of her book. Her tutor was already twenty minutes late for what was only supposed to be an hour and a half long lesson. And Callista totally had things to do today beyond just sit around and wait. Tutoring was supposed to last from 9:30-11:00, at 11:30 she was going to meet her boyfriend near the mall for lunch, at 1:00 she was going to go to the mall with some of her friends, at 5:00 she was going to get dinner with her dad, and at 8:00 p.m. she was going to baby sit for Ms. Gupta. This bullshit was like seriously throwing off her entire day. Hell, she wouldn't even be here in the first place if her mother was a complete psycho. Callista got really good grades, like all A's with an occasional B in math. She totally did not need to get tutoring to take some stupid test. She was going to nail the ACT and there was nothing that any tutor was going to do to increase or decrease her odds. Besides, she'd already been offered a partial scholarship to Morehouse College in Atlanta, maybe the best Historically Black College in America, and she'd already spoken with the cheerleading coach about tryouts. She was essentially in. What was her mother's problem? She knew that some people judged her for the way she dressed and acted. She was a total ditz and she like totally knew it. And she dressed sexy. But she was sexy. She was 5'3 and around 120lbs. She had long, straightened black hair, deep brown eyes that were wide and innocent. Her nose was small, a gentle curve and her lips were thick and luscious. Her breasts were the perfect size for a cheerleader, her body taut, her ass round and full, and her legs slim and sexy. She liked to wear short skirts, tight tops, and no bra (unless she was cheering). So she could like totally see why other people would think she was a goof or something, but why her mom? She'd never done anything wrong in her life. Hell, she had been a virgin until her 18th birthday, keeping the captain of the football team waiting for her for 8 months until she was ready. Callista shifted uncomfortably in her seat, being careful that the current short skirt she was wearing, a little pink tartan-pleated number, didn't ride up too far on her hips. She looked down at her B-Cup breasts tightly concealed under a tight white t-shirt, her dark nipples hardened and almost visible through the fabric and sighed. She slipped a little yellow cardigan over her shoulders and covered herself up. Best not to give anyone more ammunition to doubt her than they already had. It might not be so bad, you know, sitting here in the library waiting, if her usual study buddy was there. Callista supposed her illustrious tutor didn't find in financially viable to tutor one student at a time. So Callista would usually get her lessons in stuff that she already knows with another girl from her school, Megan McLain. They weren't like friends, really. They weren't enemies, more like acquaintances. But they ran in different circles and it seemed that Megan really needed these classes, even if Callista did not. But at least there would be someone to talk to you know? Callista looked at her watch again. She sighed deeply. Twenty-five minutes of her life was completely gone and it wasn't ever going to go back. But she knew that if she didn't wait at least half an hour that her mother would never let her hear the end of it. She'd have to hear about the various perils of quitting, the disappointment she'd sew in the lives of friends and family, and the embarrassment she'd cause. Callista might've been hot shit at school, but at home she knew who the boss was. So she flipped through her book for a few more minutes, pretending she was interested. Finally, when she was very nearly finished with waiting, she looked up and was totally pissed to see Krista walking into the back of the library. She was carrying her books and looked a little bit rushed, but that made sense since she was late. Her short brown hair was disheveled and was not dressed like usual. Callista definitely thought that Krista was pretty, there is no doubt about that. But she usually dressed super conservative, like long black pants and thick, baggy white sweaters. But even though it was cold outside, Krista was dressed in a more playful fashion. She was wearing a pair of skin tight blue running shorts that barely covered the bottom of her ass. She must've been codl! She was wearing a pair of furry brown boots with them that almost didn't work, but somehow did. And she had on tight zip-up hooded sweatshirt with no bra. On top of all that, it looked like she was wearing a little bit of make-up (some tasteful lipstick and maybe ever some eyeliner). For the first time ever Callista saw that Krista didn't just have some potential, she was like totally cute! Krista looked around the librarian for a minute, which was strange because the girls studied at the same place every time. For a minute Callista thought it was joke, but then she saw Krista looking annoyed. Callista started to wonder if maybe Krista was sick or something. But she just put up her hand and waved. After a moment, Krista looked over, visibly relieved, and then walked over. "Sorry I am late," Krista said flustered, "I had a guest over last night... a friend from college." It sounded strange when she said that. "Oh?" Callista said. "Yeah," Krista replied, "And she sort of left without warning, I was trying to make sure she was okay." "Did you get in a fight or something?" "I don't think so," Krista said, biting her lip. It was pretty clear that Krista was preoccupied or something, so Callista thought she'd be nice and change the subject. "You totally look cute this morning!" she said sincerely. For a moment that didn't seem to register, Krista just kept staring forward with a blank look on her face. Then it suddenly seemed to dawn on her that something had been said and then it soaked in and she smiled. She looked over at Callista, and for a moment saw something strange in her tutor's eyes. She couldn't put a finger on it, but it felt like, well like the way it felt when a guy was checking her out. A little weird and somehow alluring. And then Krista blushed, looked away, and smiled. "I didn't even think about what I was putting on," Krista explained, "But I am glad you like it." "No problem Krista," Callista said, it felt like somehow Krista had read like...more into that compliment than maybe had been intended. "So," Krista said, putting her items down on the desk and then sitting down, "Sorry about that. Where is Megan? She run to the bathroom?" Krista looked around. They were in a back corner of the library, near the stacks. It was almost completely silent and no one was near them. Callista shook her head. "She didn't show up either," she said and for a brief instant she saw that wolfishness in Krista's eyes again. But it was only a brief shadow this time and then it was gone. "Well I guess we need to get to work then," Krista said, "Get out your work book. I think we were on page 112 when we went off last time." Callista dutifully bent over from her chair and grabbed her backpack. Her ACT book was still in there. But as she bent over she could have sworn she saw Callista trying to stare down her shirt to look at her cleavage. But when she got back up with her book, Krista was carefully taking a note in her spiral notebook. "We were finishing up that unit on trigonometry, right?" Krista asked, opening her book to the same page. Callista nodded. "Yeah, I remember because Megan was having an issue with Question 24 and you said that we would address it first thing this session," Callista said. She had totally already figured out Question 24 like two minutes after they'd started talking about it. Megan was nice enough, but she was always slowing them down. "Oh shit!" Krista said and Callista was shocked. Krista never talked like that. For a moment, Krista didn't say anything. She just looked down at her papers with her brow furrowed. Then she just threw up her hands and slammed her book shut. She crossed her arms in front of her breasts and looked at Callista. "What is it?" Callista asked, concerned. Krista was usually organized, laid back, boring, and sullen. Today she was confused, high strung, bizarre, and angry. It was like she was a different person. Callista never really, like, cared for Krista, but it was still disturbing to see her so different. "You are already so far ahead of Megan," Krista explained, "And now she is going to miss this lesson too. We will get hopelessly split." Suddenly Callista didn't care about Krista's mood or anything else. This was totally a chance to get out of this early. She could meet up with her boyfriend and do all the things she wanted to do! "Yeah, and plus, half our time is already over, we'd get through like half a lesson and it would be extra hard to get Megan caught up to the right place," she explained. She didn't even know if that made sense, but she was going to try anything and everything to get out of this. Krista nodded her head. "Well, I promised your mother that we'd finish one of these lessons every day, we are going to have to stay here the whole time, until 11:30," Krista explained. Callista's stomach dropped into her shoes. That would totally ruin her entire plan for the day. "No but you said yourself that we'd totally mess up Megan's progress," Callista said, but it didn't look like Krista was buying it. She picked her book back up. "I am just a little rattled today," Krista explained, "We have to get the whole hour done." "But I have things to do today!" Callista said. It didn't look like her touching concern for Megan's well-being was getting anywhere, so she decided to just jump straight to the honesty. "So you just want to do an hour of work and go?" Krista asked, looking down at the thick workbook that they'd only gotten about halfway through. Callista looked at it too and her mind like totally started to whir. She was so sick of this stuff. "Just let me go now," she begged, "You know I am like, light years ahead of this stuff. We can, like, save ourselves some annoyance and just go our separate ways." But even as she said it, Krista was shaking her head. "No, no, no. I spoke too soon. I can't take your mom's money and not keep you here the whole time. Plus, I don't know if you know this, but she doesn't trust me. She comes by once every half hour to make sure you are here. Callista's eyes darted to the nearest window. She tried to see, but it was far away. There was no way of knowing if her mom was there. But it was exactly the kind of shit her mom would pull! "So you are going to keep me here until 11:30! This is like, totally stupid and shit Krista! Give me a break, we both know this is stupid. Can't we... I don't know, make a deal or something." Callista asked in frustration. She didn't even really know what that meant, she was just so fed up with her mother's bizarre insecurity. And she wanted this bitch, this person who worked for her, to just help her out. And as she said it, she noticed that Krista was looking at the window, like she was thinking about something. For a long while, Krista didn't say anything and the tension mounted. "Okay, I guess it doesn't make a whole lot of sense for me to keep you the whole time," Krista said and Callista smiled and clapped her hands, putting her first towards her mouth. Krista put up a hand, "And maybe if we aren't going to do the whole lesson and I am going to break my promise to your mother anyway, then I might as well let you off without having to do any work at all." Callista couldn't believe it, she was about to get everything she wanted. Daisy Chain "Awesome! Like, Krista, thank you so much. I..." she started, but Krista spoke quickly cutting her off. "But, you can't leave now," she said, and Callista thought of her mother and felt a familiar, bitter feeling, "You have to stay for the rest of the hour. And I think, since I am being so friendly and you wanted to make a deal, that you owe me." "What?" "You just have to accept that you owe me, you have to do what I want for this extra hour I am giving you. That's what you get in exchange for a free half hour and an hour of not doing work." "Oh come on Krista, you said yourself that it just makes sense, why should I have to do anything for you?" Callista whined. "Okay, so open your book to..." Krista started, arching her eyebrows and looking at Callista. Callista sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine, I owe you..." she said unconvincingly, "but just for the hour!" she said, as though she were holding something back and not conceding the entire issue to Krista. Krista gave Callista an almost sinister smile and then sat back in her seat for a while. The intense silence of the library was strange. Krista was just staring at her, not saying anything. At last she asked the ultimate question, "Well what did you want?" "Well, how about this, I will ask you questions, and you answer honestly," Krista said. "Questions? Like what? Not math right?" Callista said and Krista laughed. "That would be reneging on our agreement wouldn't it? No, I just want to ask you about your life if you don't mind, unless you want to go back to math..." "No!" Callista said quickly, "But...why do you want to ask me questions about my life? I mean, I am just a client for you, what difference does it make?" For a moment, Krista looked away, and bit her lip. Callista sensed that there was something Krista wasn't telling her. "Okay, so I was going to make you do the work today anyway, even without Megan. Then I remembered this project I have to do for business school. We are supposed to be making a business plan for a company. The company I got assigned is a store that sells clothing and cheap jewelry to teen girls. I don't really have any sort of idea about how I'd do marketing for that. But you are a teen girl, I think that maybe I could ask you some questions, and get some ideas," Krista explained. Krista realized she'd been had! Krista didn't want to do any work today either! She was like, just looking for someone to help her do her homework. And now, she'd maneuvered Callista into a corner so that she was asking to help Krista. Krista made it look like she was doing Callista a favor to do her homework. "Alright Tom Sawyer, I guess I can help you out," Callista said bitterly. Krista gave her a little smile, like she appreciated the fact that Callista was smart enough to figure out what was going on. "Well, let's get started," Krista said, reaching into her bag and taking out a different notebook, "First, are you dating someone and if so, for how long?" "Yeah, 8 months," Callista explained. "Is that your longest relationship ever?" Krista asked. Callista didn't know what this had to do with clothes or cheap jewelry, but she figured there was no harm. "Yeah, the only other long relationship I had was in lasted 6 months." "Were both relationships with boys? Or was one or both with a girl?" Krista asked very matter-of-factly. Callista was taken aback. Both her relationships were with boys, she had absolutely no feelings towards girls. But it still didn't feel right for Krista to be asking this. Callista squirmed a little, but Krista stared at her impassively. For a moment, Krista's eyes glossed over the math book. Callista spoke up quickly, resolving that she would answer any silly little questions to make sure she didn't have to worry about that threat again. "Yes, both were with boys," she murmured. Krista behaved like it was a normal question, moving on impassively to the next questions. "Are you a virgin?" "Krista!" Callista said, her eyes getting wide, "That is like, totally not any of your business." Krista sighed and rolled her eyes. "Callista, I know these questions feel strange. But sex sells, I am going to need to know about this, figure out what sort of... experiences girls in your generation have had. So I can sell jewelry. Your name will not be included in the report. It is totally anonymous," Krista spoke like all of this stuff was self-evident and she shouldn't have to say it. Callista didn't think a generalization like that could be made, but she figured if it was anonymous, then there was no difference. "No." "How many partners?" Krista asked and Callista winced. "Just one," Callista said, her voice catching in her throat. She was different than most girls, she hadn't even told her friends that she'd had sex. She was always afraid it would get back to her mother. Only the fact that she could get Krista fired for skipping the lesson allowed her the confidence to say it. "What positions?" Krista said, her eyes didn't even come up from her notebook. "Krista!" Callista said, "What could you possibly need to know about... sex positions that could help you sell a necklace?" "Are you the MBA student or am I? Answer the questions," Krista said disinterestedly. Callista realized she'd reneged on her promise to herself to just answer the questions, so she sucked it up and just answered it. "Missionary and... doggy style," she said, almost dying. Krista smirked a little and Callista knew that her tutor was picturing her on her hands and knees, her tits swinging underneath her body like pendulums, moaning while a cock was shoved into her pussy. Callista looked down at her book, not wanting to make eye contact with Krista. Her mother had instilled a healthy sense of shame in sex, and while she resented it, she still had it. "Which was better?" "Doggy," Callista said, her mouth feeling dry. This was still better than studying on a Saturday, she kept telling herself. And a little part of her, deep inside her, was sort of thrilled by this. Krista, a woman, cared about her sex life. "How often do you masturbate?" Krista asked suddenly. She said it in a whisper, but Callista's first instinct was to look around the library quickly to see if anyone heard. Her cheeks felt hot and her eyes were wide. This was beyond sex; somehow this was worse, "Well?" "I don't know, like twice a week I guess," Callista said. Callista thought about lying on her stomach on her bed, her arm pressed down by the weight of her body while her fingers moved delicately and knowingly over her clitoris. And now Callista was sure that Krista was thinking about it as well. "Does your store sell dildos or something." If Krista noticed Callista's sarcasm, she pretended she didn't. "I guess maybe I should, if all the girls your age are as... active as you," Krista said, she didn't say it maliciously but Callista felt dirty. What was going on here? Everything felt totally weird, like this was some sort of dream that occurred inside of funhouse mirror. "But that is a good point, do you use a dildo?" "No!" Krista said and she heard a librarian somewhere far off in the library shush her. Krista clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Seriously Krista, you need to lighten up. You are almost as high strung as your mother. We are just a couple of girls talking about sex," Krista said, adding, "Do you ever finger your asshole when you masturbate?" Callista was, like, completely floored by this. Who the hell was this person and what had she done with dour, boring, and decidedly non-sexual Krista? "That question cannot possibly have any relevance..." Callista began and then Krista suddenly stood up from the table. Callista stopped talking. Krista started to walk slowly around the table, speaking as she did so. "Look, I am not trying to make you uncomfortable," Krista said, "Maybe those questions got a little too personal a little too quick. Just know that whatever you do, I am not judging. I just wanted to know. " Krista moved around the table. Callista felt very tense, she didn't know what was going to happen. Krista moved behind her, standing behind the chair. Callista could sense that Krista was very close, her breasts less than an inch from the back of her head. "What are you doing?" Callista asked pensively, trying to turn her head and see Krista. "I am trying to teach you a trick I've learned about relaxation. You are far too tense, and it is bad for you. Being tense might even cause you to under-perform on the ACT. So let me do my job and improve you chances of passing the test," Krista said cryptically. "Umm... Ok," Callista said, feeling uncomfortable. The next thing she felt was Krista's hands on her shoulder. Callista tensed up even more, why was her tutor touching her? Krista carefully slipped the sweater off of Callista's shoulders and it slinked off Callista's arms onto the chair. Krista began to knead the flesh on Callista's shoulders, digging her fingers in firmly but gently. Callista had to admit that it felt nice. Krista's fingers moved against Callista's neck, her fingers were warm and soft. For a moment, Callista forgot how odd the situation was, and just let Krista massage her shoulder and neck. She closed her eyes and melted into her chair. Krista leaned in close while she worked, occasionally her breast would bump Callista's back. Her perfume was delicate and smelled nice. Callista unconsciously began to respond to Krista's touch. She stifled a moan (and was confused by where it came from) and was conscious that she was becoming aroused! Her pussy was getting wet. What was going on? As Callista was thinking about this situation, she suddenly became aware that Krista's right hand was no longer on her neck. Instead it had slinked down over her shoulder, skidded across her sternum, and was now reaching for her breast. Just at the instant that Krista's hand cupped her left breast, Callista squealed. "Krista! What the hell are you doing?" Callista asked, her eyes darting around the library. She heard someone shush, far off in the library. "Quiet honey," Krista said, leaving her hand on Callista's breast, 'This is a library. You'd hate to have someone come back here and see what you are doing." Krista explained. Then, she took Callista's nipple between her thumb and forefinger, through the shirt, and squeezed it gently. Callista felt a chill go through her body. It was not entirely unpleasant...but she didn't want this. She was in public! This was a girl? What would her mother think if she saw her, silently accepting this sort of behavior? She knew that all she had to do, in a library, was call out and someone would come over. But she wasn't doing that and for some reason she didn't want to. Now Krista's right hand moved over to Callista's right breast, pinching at Callista's other nipple, sinking into the flesh. Now her left hand went over Callista's shoulder as well and she was carefully kneading both of Krista's breasts. Callista's nipples grew hard, poking out proudly and visibly through her white shirt. Krista was so much better at this than Callista's boyfriend. She was gentle, and took her time. For a moment, Callista forgot about her worries and just enjoyed the sensual feeling. She was so transfixed that she didn't notice Krista's right hand move off of her breast. She didn't feel as it reached down and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt. She didn't notice as Krista started to slowly pull the shirt up. The first Callista noticed anything was when she felt cold air against the bottom of her breasts. She looked down and saw that her shirt was being pulled up! Her bellybutton was exposed and even the rounded bottoms of her breasts! She squirmed a little, trying to get away from Krista, but it only served to pull her shirt up farther. Suddenly, Callista's shirt was scrunched up under her arms pits and her breasts were exposed in the library! She tried to grab the shirt, but Krista was clutching it closely. Callista wanted to yell out but were afraid of people seeing her. Her nipples grew even harder in the cold, their milk chocolate color looking darker as the skin contracted. Krista jerked hard on the shirt, pulling Callista's arms up. And in a flash the shirt was sitting on the table and Callista was topless in the public library. Krista's hands moved back to Krista's breasts, kneading them and pinching Callista's nipples. Callista felt frozen, her heart was beating a mile a minute. She did not know what was bothering her more, her horror at being exposed or the undeniable pleasure she felt from having Krista's hands on her body. She moaned and looked down at her breasts. She liked the way Krista's pale skin looked cupping her brown breasts had to bite her lip to avoid louder noises. Krista's hand came off of one of Callista's breasts and grabbed her chin. Krista turned Callista's head to the side so that she was looking over one of her shoulders. And then Krista bent forward and placed her mouth on top of Callista's. Callista was shocked. For a moment she didn't do anything. But she felt Krista's soft, warm lips against her own and Krista kept kneading her breast with her hand. Krista's breast pressed farther against her head. Callista was powerless to resist. She opened her mouth, letting Krista's tongue into her mouth. Krista's tongue felt hot at warm against Callista's own, her saliva tasted sweet, and her passion was contagious. Krista squeezed Callista's breast harder and bit Callista's lip. Callista kissed back, giving more passion than she'd ever been able to muster for her boyfriend. After a long white, the kiss was broken and Callista's mouth was thick with the taste of her tutor's mouth. Callista felt like she was in shock. Her entire body felt like it was shaking and everything felt surreal. As a result, she did not resist when Krista took her by the arm and carefully helped her to stand. She complied easily when Callista spun her around and sat her back down on the table. Now the two women were facing one another. Callista looked into Krista's eyes and saw that wolfish glare again. It thrilled her. But still, she slowly realized where she was again and looked around to see if anyone was near. She didn't notice anyone. She put her hands back on the table behind herself, sort of reclining back. She had no idea what was going to happen next, but she no longer had the will to resist. Whatever happened from now on, she wanted it. Krista licked her lip and then leaned forward. She put her hands on either side of Callista's hips. Krista sighed contentedly and then leaned forward. Callista watched as one of her hot, brown nipples disappeared into Krista's mouth. Callista was entranced by Krista's pink lips and white skin against her own nubile brown body. Without conscious thought, Callista's hand went to Krista's head and she began to gently stroke the older woman's hair. Krista cooed playfully, her tongue dancing generously and sensuously over Callista's tit. After a few minutes, Krista moved to Callista's other breast. The newly exposed nipple felt cold and wet but Krita quickly put her hand on that breast, massaging it while her tongue prodded and stroked the other. Callista leaned her head back, just allowing the sensation to wash over her. After a few more minutes of sucking and slurping at Callista's warm breast, Krista sat down fully in her chair. Callista's nipple popped out of her mouth. Callista was almost panting with desire. She'd never felt so aroused in her life. Krista seemed to sense that. She placed a finger on Callista's nipple, and then slowly traced her finger down Callista's body, over her breast, her stomach, and down her leg to the knee. The Krista put carefully grasped Callista's other knee and spread her legs apart. Callista looked down between her knees and saw Krista looking between them. She stifled a groan and bit her index finger at the knuckle. Gingerly, Krista reached in between Callista's legs, her hands disappearing into the girl's pink skirt. Callista could feel Krista's fingers against the insides of her thighs. She spread her legs wider, trying to provide her tutor with access. Krista pulled one hand out from Callista's skirt and put her finger against her lips, indicating quiet. This was the first Callista realized she'd been whimpering with desire. Suddenly, Callista felt a finger graze her pussy. She jumped a little and felt a chill throughout her body. She felt as Krista carefully worked her finger into the tiny spot of fabric just covering her pussy. She felt Krista's nail against her labia, it grazed her clit and she bit harder on her finger. She lifted her butt off the table, and she felt Krista hook her finger into the panties and carefully pull on them. Her panties slid off her ass and Krista pulled them down her legs and took them her feet. Callista was panting noisily. "I need to keep you quiet," Krista whispered naughtily. She took Callista's tiny pair of underwear (it was a skimpy black thong) and rolled it into a ball. She pushed it up in front of Callista's face, almost touching her lips. For a moment, Callista didn't know what her tutor wanted. Then, it dawned on her and she felt like jelly. But she knew she needed to stay quiet as well. She opened her mouth and Krista popped the panties into her mouth. They were wet and warm and Callista could taste her own pussy juices. It was a flavor she'd never experienced before, salty and sweet and she loved it, her tongue prodded the fabric, searching for more of her syrupy nectar. While she did this, her eyes stayed glued to Krista. Krista slowly flipped back Callista's skirt, exposing her narrow strip of well-kempt pubic hair and her juicy, dripping red cunt. A small puddle had even formed on the table, Callista had never been so aroused in her life. She could even smell her pussy, and she liked it. Krista winked at her and then put her head between her pupil's legs. Callista could feel Krista's breath on her cunt and bit down hard on her panties. When Krista's tongue first came in contact with her clitoris, Callista shuddered visibly. The excruciating anticipation had been totally worth it! She felt her pussy, and all of her other muscles, contract. She felt Krista's tongue fan out and begin lapping generously at her pussy. It felt hot, warm, and wet. Heavenly. Krista's tongue moved in a slow, rhythmic fashion over Callista's pussy. With one hand, Callista grabbed her breast and started to knead her flesh, pulling hard on her sore nipples. She wanted to moan, but her mouth was stuffed with her own panties. Callista opened her eyes to look down at her lover. She saw the crest of Krista's head and could see the gentle movements of Krista's body as she licked her pussy. She looked beautiful. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Callista saw movement. Her entire body tensed and she froze, feeling completely terrified. She turned slowly to see what was moving. Krista appeared not to notice and continued to lick her pussy forcefully. Callista saw a woman! She was standing only ten feet away, her eyes opened, looking directly at them. For a moment, Callista almost cried out, but the pleasure between her legs was building. She couldn't stop now. The woman's face looked impassive, like she didn't notice what was going on or that it was normal to see a couple of women fucking in the library. Then, Callista realized that the woman was holding a cane, the woman tapped it gently on the ground, then turned towards a book shelf. She reached up at grabbed...a book in Braille. The woman was blind! The woman took her book and walked away. Suddenly, the relief and the tension built as one. Callista grunted (almost) noiselessly in her throat. All of her muscles tightened and her mind went completely blank. And then a torrent of pleasure like she'd never experienced before tore through here body. Rocketing up from her clitoris, through her chest and into her brain. Callista was shaking all over. She suddenly came to realize that something strange was happening. She looked down between her legs to see a large, sudden blast of thick, clear liquid pour out of her cunt! She was squirting! She'd, like, heard about that happening before but totally didn't think that it could happen. Especially not to her. But she felt intense relief as around three cups of hot liquid poured out of her body, splashing against Krista's face and dripping onto the floor. Daisy Chain Callista leaned forward and ran her hands through Krista's hair lovingly. But Krista stood up quickly, her cheeks bulging, but a smile in her eyes. She stuck her hand under Callista's mouth and Callista quickly spit her panties out. Krista leaned forward quickly and kissed Callista. As soon as their lips met, Callista felt Krista's tongue probing hastily at her lips. She parted her mouth and felt hot, thick liquid pour into her mouth. That same delectable flavor that she'd tasted in her panties was there again, except more powerful. Krista poured all of her juices into her mouth, before breaking the kiss. Now Callista's mouth ached, full to the top with her own hot cum. Callista swished the womanly liquid in her mouth, letting it coat ever surface. Then, in a single gulp, she swallowed it down, savoring the warmth that emanated from her stomach, coating it fully. She looked over at Krista now that her bearings were about her again. She saw that Krista was unzipping her sweat shirt. It was immediately clear that Krista wasn't wearing anything underneath. Krista finished unzipping the shirt and then pulled it off her body, exposing her own supple breasts. Callista stared at the other girl. She'd never been sexually attracted to a woman before, but now she had an almost uncontrollable urge to feel those breasts, to kiss them, to taste Krista. Krista used her sweatshirt to gently wipe Callista's excess cum off her face. Callista giggled as she did this and Krista gave a wry smile. Callista jumped off the table and wrapped her arms around Krista. It was sort of a spur of the moment thing, a thank-you for the orgasm. She felt naughty as their naked breasts rubbed together. She looked down at her smaller tutor and then bent her neck and passionately kissed Krista. Their mouths still tasted like Callista's cum and their hands roamed over one another's bodies. Callista felt Krista's breast and squeezed her nipple, enjoying its heat and velvety softness. While they were kissing, Callista felt Krista slip off her tight little shorts. Now the only clothing the two women were wearing were Krista's boots and Callista's skirt. Callista became aware that Krista was gently guiding them both downwards, onto their knees. They stopped there on the floor for a few moments, kissing and fondling one another. But then, Krista gently rocked Callista back, onto her back. Krista was leaning over her, her breasts hanging in Callista's face. Callista slipped one of Krista's tight pink nipples into her mouth, sucking it gently. She loved the way it hardened, got dense in her mouth. With her other hands she stroked Krista's other breast. But Krista was a woman on a mission. She got up quickly, turned around so that she was facing Callista's feet, and then knelt down over Callista's face, her knees on either side of the younger woman's head. In an instant, Callista went from having Krista's tit in her mouth to have a close-up view of her tutor's shaved pussy. The smell was intoxicating and Callista could see that Krista's pussy was dripping wet as well. Krista squatted down some, essentially sitting on Callista's face. Callista was surprised to find that her nose was pressed against Krista's anus and her lips were against Callista's labia. She would have thought she'd be disgusted by this location, but she was exhilarated. She kissed Krista's weeping slit and felt her tutor's body shake all over. Callista reached around and put her hands on Krista's hips, pulling her down harder on her face, driving her nose deeper into her anus. And while she didn't know 100% what she was supposed to do, she was a smart girl. She stuck out her tongue and quickly found Krista's clitoris. Krista's pussy tasted delicious, and her juices ran down Callista's cheeks. Callista hungrily licked Krista's pussy. She could hear Krista, moaning under her breath, trying not to alert anyone. Callista's body felt transcendent, just being this close to another woman, tasting her, it made her more aroused than before. Her tongue worked faster, prodding and poking at the hot little nub of Krista's clitoris. Krista rocked in motion with her as they slowly began to build towards something. They moved faster, the rhythm getting lost and being replaced with wild, animalist motions. Finally, Krista made a choking sound as she apparently held back a scream, her knees tightened around Callista's head. Krista shook all over and Callista knew she'd done her job. Suddenly, Callista felt something hot and wet on her lips. She opened her mouth just in time for a sexy squirt of Krista's cum to pour into her mouth. It was much less than Callista's had been, just a mouthful, but it tasted heavenly. Perhaps even better than her own. Krista rolled off of Callista, flopping onto her back on the library floor. Callista got up on her hands and knees and crawled over to her tutor. She hovered over her, grinning with cum in her mouth. Krista smiled and grabbed Callista's head, pulling her down into a tight kiss. Callista' opened her mouth wide, letting cum pour into Krista's mouth and also over her cheeks and into her hair. When all of the cum was with Krista, Krista sat up on the floor. She smiled at Callista and let the cum drip in big, string globs out of her mouth. It poured over her chin and down onto her breast, into her bellybutton. It was so dirty and sexy. "Clean me up," Krista whispered. Callista didn't need to be told twice. She climbed between Krista's legs and put her face into Krista's body. Callista desperately started to lick the combined cum and spit off of Krista's body, starting by sucking it out of her bellybutton and drinking it down. She tasted the strange earthy flavor of cum on Krista's hot, salty skin and it was better than before. She licked Krista's stomach, her tits, her neck, and even her chin. When she finished, they were sloppily kissing, strings of spit and cum connecting their dirty mouths. Krista broke the kiss and then lay down on the ground on her side and she spread her legs open. Callista got a beautiful view of Krista, her breasts hanging tightly from her body, her stomach flat, and her pussy dripping and inviting. She looked like a classical painting. But apparently, Krista did not want to merely be viewed. She hooked her finer at Callista, beckoning her forward. Krista silently directed Callista where to move. In a few moments, Callista realized that Krista wanted her to slide their bodies together so that their pussies were together, in a scissoring position. Callista felt naughty as one of her legs slide up between Krista's breasts and the other slide up her tutor's back. She took one of Krista's legs in her arms, pressing it against her tits, as she slid her clit against Krista's. Their wet pussies kissed together, Callista felt her hard clit press against Krista's and her entire body shivered. Gently, Krista began to rock, pressing her clit into Callista's body. Callista began to mimic her tutor's lead, moving her clit forcefully and enjoying the sensation it gave. As their wet pussies moved over one another, Callista began to kiss Krista's foot, and leg. Planting passionate, wet kisses against her tutor's skin, enjoying the taste and the added oral sensation to accompany her titillated pussy. Krista followed Callista's lead, sucking on Callista's toes and kissing the bridge of her foot. And they continued to grind into one other. Their motions became faster, their kisses to one another's legs more passionate. Callista felt that indescribable feeling building again. She looked across at Krista and saw her tutor's beautiful face, scrunched in tension and anticipation. The both reached the moment of ecstasy at the same moment. Noiselessly, the tension in their bodies reached crescendo. Callista felt the warmth and electricity pulsate through her body, making her limp and rigid somehow at once. She felt Krista's body moving the same way. And in a few moments after their orgasms subsided they collapsed onto the library floor, panting. After a few moments they both came to their senses. They couldn't lay here naked forever, the odds were good that someone would come by this way soon. Without speaking the two smiling, giggling girls grabbed their clothes and quickly slipped them back on. They prayed that no one saw them, that no one heard the noise. Just as Callista was slipping her cardigan back on, she saw the librarian walk back to their desk. "Are you ladies alright?" she asked, perhaps noticing their flushed faces. "Of course," Krista said, picking up her bags, "We were just finishing up our...studying." Callista looked at her watch and saw she was late for lunch with her boyfriend and shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so," she said. The librarian briefly looked at the wet spot on the floor but shrugged her shoulders and walked away. The girls collected their stuff and walked towards the door to leave, both feeling strange but incredibly satisfied. "I sure hope Megan isn't here next week either," Krista said smiling as they reached the door. But now it was Callista's turn to offer a wolfish grin. "I hope she does," she said and winked and then slinked with her best sexy walk to her car. Chapter 3: The Babysitter Madri Gupta waved to the cab as it drove away and then laughed a little to herself. The only person in the cab was the cab driver, who was she waving at? She turned and looked at her house and sighed. Well, she was home. She looked at the house with a mixture of satisfaction and dread. With a little bit of drunken giddiness thrown in. And why not? She was a little drunk and she happy to be home with her two young sons. But she also dreaded what coming home alone meant. Another disastrous first date and at least a few more weeks of being alone. As she walked (or stumbled a bit) up the walkway towards her front door, she dissected her most recent romantic flop. He was 45 years old (making him six years older than Madri), but he had lived with his mother since his divorce three years earlier. He was overweight, in between jobs, and ate with his hands at the restaurant. Madri had tried to be kind. It had taken her a long time to get over her divorce as well. But not only was he fat, stunted, and slobbish, he was rude. He made strange comments about her Indian heritage and asked her why she didn't have a dot on her forehead. In the end, she'd abandoned him halfway through the date, met up with some other women she knew, and had a couple of drinks to try and forget it. Ten first dates in the last six months and not a single second date to show for it. And even with her standards slipping every day. Madri shook her head and decided to put this night behind her like she'd done nine other times (with the magician, the fantasy football guru, the nosebleed guy, the guy who wanted a pre-date kiss, the guy who called his ex on the date, the guy who told her she was eating too much, the guy who wore a gun on his belt, the guy who hated kids, and the guy who sipped her drink without asking). As she got up the stairs she realized she was a little bit drunker than she thought. The babysitter was inside and Madri needed to keep it together long enough to get the girl out of her house. It was past midnight, so she'd have to pay a little extra. She giggled drunkenly, then put on a straight face and opened the door. "I'm home," she said and immediately realized that she was speaking too loud and that she was slurring a bit. She set down her keys and looked at herself in the mirror next to the door. Why was she having so much trouble? She was pretty. She was 5'8 and only 135lbs. She had long black hair, a small nose, big almond eyes, thick dark lips, and a clear complexion. Despite being almost forty and having two kids, her breasts were high and her stomach was flat. Her butt was toned from exercise and her legs were long and slim. 30-year-olds wished they looked like her! She looked particularly good in her first date clothes, thin black skirt that showed off her legs, a white blouse that showed a little cleavage, and a pair of black heels to pull it all together. Whatever, it wasn't worth it. "Hello Mrs...Ms...Dr. Gupta," a voice said, and Madri turned to look at her perky young babysitter Callista. For just a moment Madri thought that the short cheerleader looked kind of sexy. The girl was wearing a skin tight t-shirt with no bra. It was a little short and some of Callista's silky black skin was exposed at the midrift. She was also wearing a relatively short skirt. Madri figured her 10 and 8 year old sons were probably too young to enjoy the view. Callista smiled openly as Madri looked at her for a moment. "I told you before, call me Madri," she said, setting down her purse. The young girl sort of smiled and shrugged. "Sorry... Madri, just one of those things my mom taught me. A hard habit to break," she explained. Madri walked into the kitchen where Callista was standing. She couldn't kick the girl out without a debriefing, so she gestured to a chair at the table and sat down. Madri followed, sitting down next to her. She felt light-headed as she sat and hoped that her breath didn't give away that she was drunk. If she noticed, Callista pretended that she did not. "Did you have a good night here?" Madri said, she looked over into the living room and saw that the television was off, "I know I told you that you could watch television or watch any of my blue rays while I was away right?" "Oh yeah, I just turned it off when I heard you coming in. I had a good night. It was quiet here, nothing much going on." "How were the boys?" Madri asked. "They were great, like usual," Callista explained. She then went on to describe the whole night. They ate macaroni and cheese and watched Spongebob. Neither gave her trouble when it was time to go to bed. It was the kind of report that any mother would be happy to get. But, apparently, her face didn't show the exuberance that Callista was expecting, "Is something wrong... Madri?" she asked. Madri had been staring down at the table while Callista spoke, and now she looked up and saw the girl's big, brown eyes staring at her intently and with concern. Madri sighed and then forced a smile. "Oh no honey," Madri said, "I'm sorry. I am just a little tired. I am glad the boys were good. I guess I owe you an extra twenty for staying out late." She started to rise to get her pocket book but Callista gently put her hand on her wrist and Madri, for some reason, sat back down and looked at her young babysitter. "Did something bad happen on your date?" Callista asked, leaning in close. Madri could smell the girl's perfume, it was lovely. She almost giggled, but realized that she still had to keep it together. The problem was, trying to remain serious ran the risk of making her a maudlin drunk. "It was just a bad date," Madri said, seeing no need to lie, "So I guess I won't need you again until my next first date." She said and she felt sadness pour over her as she said it. "That's too bad," Callista said shaking her head. Madri couldn't help but notice the way the girl's breasts bounced gently as she moved. Callista really was a pretty girl, "You are so cool and so hot! You should be scooping up all of those suave older guys!" Callista smiled broadly when she spoke, her teeth white and straight. Her hair fell across her eyes. Madri was unexpectedly touched that such a pretty and vivacious girl would think that she was attractive. "That's so sweet," Madri slurred a bit. She almost felt tears in her eyes but knew it was just because she was drunk. She fought that down, "I thought I'd have better luck too," she explained. "I like you Madri, guys will like you too," Callista said, and Madri almost laughed, this conversation felt a little bit too much like she was in high school. "Oh I don't that they don't like me. But I sure as...hell don't like them. Every guy has been a loser," Madri said bitterly and then hiccupped. She hoped Callsita didn't notice, or realize that it meant she was drunk. "How are you meeting guys?" Callista asked. For a moment, Madri thought that maybe this was not an appropriate conversation to have with her babysitter, but hell she was drunk and her inhibitions were a bit low. It might be nice to talk this stuff out. "Online mostly," she explained, "I don't really have time to do anything else. With work and the kids..." "Yeah, that makes sense," Callista said. Callista had started this conversation now Madri felt like maybe the girl had some advice for her or something. Madri consciously knew that was absurd, what could an 18 year old tell her? But in her state, dejected and drunk, she as ready to grasp at anything. Maybe Callista just needed a little more information to get her advisory juices flowing. "I don't know what I am doing wrong. I am up front about being divorced, about having kids, and everything else. But other than that, I just tell people I want to have fun and get to know them. You'd think I could attract better guys," Madri said, spilling her heart to her babysitter. Callista nodded understandingly but didn't say anything. All of the frustrations that Madri had decided to avoid all these months boiled over. She needed to get this stuff out. "I mean I am not dressed like a whore," Madri said, surprising herself. She stood up and swept her hands across her body, "But I am not a nun either. I don't think I am throwing off an ice-queen vibe that would scare away good guys do you?" Callista just shook her head, but didn't speak. She had a little smile on her face, like she knew the answer to all of Madri's problems but refused to tell. It was driving Madri insane! Why wouldn't Callista just tell her what was wrong with her so she could fix it. A cute teenage cheerleader obviously knew what guys wanted even if a 40-year old divorcee did not. "I mean do I have to apologize for being a successful woman? Is that the problem? Do I only get dates from losers because men who are successful don't want competition from their girlfriends? I know that was my ex-husband's problem. But I thought that was just his problem. Not a general man problem." She said, she began pacing in her kitchen now. She looked up at Callista who looked sympathetic, but still did not speak. "Is it a race thing? Are white men or black men or Asian men afraid that an Indian woman won't suit their needs? I don't make those rules and it isn't fair," Madri said. She felt tears on her cheeks now. Oh god, she was way drunker than she'd thought. And Callista was here. Seeing all of this. She wanted to stop, but her self-pity was too far. She was stuck. "And you know what Callista," she said and the girl looked up at her. Madri's heart was pounding, her mind knew that she shouldn't say what she was going to say next, but she couldn't stop, "I am not very sexually experienced. I only ever had sex with my husband and I don't want one-night stands. So here I am, long since divorced and trying. But these men don't know that. Can they sense my sexual naiveté? I doubt it. But I feel like they can." "You've only ever had sex with one person?" Callista said, finally breaking her silence. All Madri could do was nod her head, "And you haven't had sex in a year?" "Two. That last year, my husband and I... Oh god!" Suddenly Madri realized what she was saying and who she was speaking to. A wave of self-hatred swept over her and she fell down on her knees on the kitchen floor, the tears coming hot and fast now. What was she doing? What did she expect Callista to do? Put her love life in order. This was too embarrassing. She was acting like a drunken asshole and she had to stop. Just as the self-loathing was reaching its peak, Madri felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Callista, smiling sympathetically at her. Madri reached up and patted Callista's hand. Somehow, the girl's touch soothed her. Her chest hitched once more and then she stopped crying. But she slumped down onto the kitchen floor, mentally and physically exhausted.