3 comments/ 67070 views/ 3 favorites Laura's Education By: MariusMcG The suitcase sat open on the bed, nearly empty now as Laura put the last of her wardrobe away. It was a pair of pajamas-- the third pair she owned, and as these were her favorites she almost never wore them. They were emerald green, made of silk, with tiny white stars strewn throughout the fabric. She had received them as a gift from her brother three years ago, and had said that they were beautiful. They were still beautiful, of course, and she liked to keep them looking relatively new. She couldn't even remember the last time she had worn them. With a soft smile, she put them in the drawer and smoothed them down before closing the drawer, and then the suitcase. She was done! All of her clothes were unpacked and put away, all the dishes neatly stacked in her new cupboards, all her DVDs organized, all the books carefully stacked end-on-end in their new shelves. Her new apartment wasn't quite a home yet, but at least all of her things were where they needed to be. The new apartment was relatively small: one bedroom, a living room, a bathroom, and a small kitchen that was an offshoot of the living room. But compared to the single room she had occupied back home, it was enormous. Even with all of her books there, all the framed pictures from graduation adorning her walls, her new apartment felt almost cold and alien. Well, that wasn't surprising. She had only been there for a few hours, and she wasn't used to being away from her family. Now that she was at college, though, she'd have to get used to the idea. Home was a long way away-- almost three days' drive-- and most of her friends hadn't followed her to Hiller University when they graduated. Most of them. Laura grinned and picked up the phone. Good thing her phone line had been connected that morning; she just hoped Janice was home. ------- Janice was pretty impressed with Laura's new apartment. "This is a hell of a lot bigger than your old room," Janice said, pausing in mid-stride as she passed some of Laura's graduation pictures. "...Hey, I didn't know I was in this one!" Laura came over to look. Then she giggled. "Yeah, that's the only reason I kept that one," she said. The photo in question was of Laura and her friends Todd and Stacy, smiling and waving for the camera. Actually, only Laura was smiling; Todd and Stacy were waving but they looked extremely confused in the picture. Laura didn't remember why they looked so strange, or even if she had ever known; she only kept the picture because Janice was visible in the background, soaking wet, chasing after some guy with a Coke cup in his hand. "The look on your face was priceless!" "Well, I think you should burn it," said Janice, but then she chuckled. "That poor guy. I wonder if all the bruises have healed by now... Listen, Laura--" Laura looked up from the kitchen counter, where she had been pouring some icea tea for Janice and herself. Janice smiled. "You don't have anything planned for this afternoon, right?" Laura laughed. "Trust me, anything's better than sitting around a lonely new apartment. What did you have in mind?" She handed Janice a glass of tea, sitting down on the couch in the center of the room. Janice sat next to her, and took a sip of tea before setting it down on the coffee table in front of the sofa. "I've been talking with one of the instructors here for a couple months, online," Janice began. "I got to meet her a couple days ago and she's really cool. I've been telling her about you and she'd like to meet you. We're not scheduled to have any classes with her this term, since she teaches Human Biology 301, so..." Laura blinked. "Well... OK," she said. "How come she wants to meet me?" Janice blushed. Now Laura understood. She grinned, and chuckled. Janice was bisexual, and one of the reasons that she and Laura were such good friends was that Laura didn't have any problem with this. Although Laura wasn't bisexual herself, the thought of making love with another woman didn't bother her, and so being with Janice didn't make her feel uncomfortable. A year ago, while they were on a weekend trip as part of the school marching band, Janice and Laura had shared a room. After curfew, Laura had lain awake in her bed, and Janice had climbed in with her. They had talked for awhile, and soon Janice confessed that she was attracted to Laura. This didn't bother her; in fact, she had been flattered, and told Janice as much. That was as far as their friendship had gone, though, since Janice was a good friend and never tried to make Laura feel anything for her other than friendship. Most other girls her age would probably have been pretty confused at their own feelings after something like that, but Laura generally loved people. She loved her family, and she loved her friends; boys that she had dated throughout school, even in some of her most intimate relationships, were simply people she loved more than others at the time. She didn't distinguish between different types of love; it felt too good, too natural, for her when she cared about and trusted other people, for things like sex to get in the way. Sex was nice, but to her, it was an intimate and affectionate activity shared by two people who loved each other, not a line of demarcation between different areas of love. If Janice had attempted to make love to her that night, Laura would have welcomed it-- not because she desired Janice in particular but because she loved Janice, and to please Janice would have brought Laura joy. But her friend respected her, and never made a move on her. They'd had sleepover parties at each other's houses plenty of times since then, just as before, but Janice had never climbed into Laura's bed again and that didn't bother Laura either way. As long as Janice didn't want to make it an issue, Laura wasn't worried about it. But Laura was well aware that her friend was still attracted to her. Most likely, the reason this professor wanted to meet her was because she, too, was bisexual, and that she and Janice were probably involved. It was still hard to get used to the idea that anyone would find her attractive, since Laura was always her own worst critic: her long, walnut brown hair was too flat, she was thin but not very curvy, and the conservative dresses of which she was fond were certainly not what she would describe as sexy. "Well, I told her all about you," Janice repeated, somewhat shyly. "You know how I like to talk up my friends to other people, so... Anyway, she invited us to come over to her place; I thought we could go over and you could meet her, we could talk for awhile, maybe watch a movie or something... " Laura smiled. "Sounds like fun," she said. ----- Diane Dorman lived about a mile away from Laura's new apartment. It wasn't that far of a drive, but Laura was still thankful that Janice was driving. They had both been to Hiller before, but Janice had moved here a week ago and already knew most of the area, whereas Laura only knew where to find the nearest grocery store. Navigating the residential neighborhood where Ms. Dorman lived would have been unthinkable on her own, especially since all the houses were so crowded together, and looked so much alike. "Yeah, I know," Janice said after Laura commented on it. "I still have trouble finding her house and I've been over here a bunch of times already." "Oh, so you guys are good friends, then," Laura said. "You two hang out all the time?" Janice laughed. "Yeah, you could say that." "How old is she, anyway?" Laura asked. "Forty-one," Janice replied, making a slow turn into a driveway. "Here we are." Laura blinked. Forty-one? She's twice my age! More than twice my age... Ms. Dorman's house wasn't particularly elaborate, and neither was Ms. Dorman, as it turned out. She was a quiet, confident lady, just what you'd expect from a college instructor, and she lived alone. Her house had two bedrooms in it, but one of them had been converted into a storage room, full of old movie posters and board games that didn't appear to have been touched in many years. "I always leave the door open, though," Ms. Dorman said. "I keep all these old things precisely because I like being reminded of when I got them." "Did you used to work in a movie theater, Ms. Dorman?" Laura asked. "Please, call me Diane," she replied, smiling. "Yes, I used to work in a theater. It was just a job to pay the bills when I was a student here, but the theater was closed down a number of years ago and that's when I realized that I liked thinking about when I was working there. When you're a student here, everything's so much simpler than when you're done with school and you have to have a real life. You and Janice are both freshmen?" Laura nodded. Diane smiled again. "Well, then you're going to have a lot of fun this year. Just make sure you don't let it get in the way of your studying. If you get into bad habits during your first year, making good grades will be a lot harder for the rest of your time here. ... Well, I could show you around the rest of the rooms if you like, but there's nothing particularly interesting about any of them. I'm going to make some tea; would you like some?" Laura nodded. "Sure, that'd be great." -------- Janice had been unusually quiet ever since they arrived at Diane's house. They hadn't been there long, but still, Laura was surprised at her friend's seeming reluctance to join the conversation. The silence didn't make her uncomfortable-- Laura liked Diane, and thought they would get along well-- but she wondered what was on Janice's mind to make her so quiet. Diane didn't seem particularly bothered by it, though, or even surprised. She took a sip of her tea-- Irish breakfast tea, steaming hot-- then set the cup down on the table, and silently gazed at Laura for a few moments. Usually this sort of attention made Laura a little shy, but from Diane it felt almost nice. Laura smiled at her, and Diane smiled back, surprisingly warmly considering they had just met. "You're very pretty," Diane said. Laura blushed. "Janice has told me a lot about you," she went on. "She likes you very much, you know." Now Janice blushed. "I know," Laura agreed. "She told me, about a year ago." Diane nodded. "Yes, she told me about that. Has she ever kissed you?" Janice's mouth fell open, but she remained silent, blushing fiercely. To Laura, it seemed like such a natural question, coming from Diane. Talking to her about things like this felt surprisingly comfortable, even with Janice in the room. Laura shook her head. Diane took another sip of tea before continuing. "Have you ever kissed another woman, Laura?" she asked. Again, Laura shook her head. "May I?" Diane asked. And as Laura nodded her assent, Diane slowly stood, glided over to her chair, and gently reached down to cup Laura's chin. Her touch was warm, and gentle; and as Janice watched, Diane leaned down and kissed Laura, gently, on the lips, lingering for a moment, almost hesitantly. Laura closed her eyes and opened her mouth to Diane, and slowly inhaled as Diane's tongue slid over her own, the older woman's breath sweet and warm in her mouth. She felt fingertips gently caressing her cheek, and felt comforted; Diane's kiss was warm and soft, and very pleasant. Almost as soon as it began, though, it was over, as Diane lifted her head and smiled down at Laura before returning to her seat. "Did that bother you?" Diane asked. It was certainly not what Laura would have expected her to ask, but at this point very little would have really surprised her. She shook her head... but this question really deserved a better answer. "To me," she said, "things like kissing and sex are just ways of showing love." "Ah," Diane replied, "but there are different kinds of love, right?" Laura thought about it for a moment before answering. "Not to me," she said. "I loved my best boyfriends the same way I love my friends, I just loved them more at the time. At least, that's the way I look at it. If I love my friends then I don't mind if they kiss me; I think it's sweet, like a hug." "But, you've only just met me," Diane said, "so are you saying that you love me, despite not knowing me?" "Well..." Laura wasn't sure how to answer. "It's hard to explain... but I feel really comfortable with you, like you're a good friend. Maybe it's because you're such good friends with Janice, but I do love you." Diane nodded. "And would you feel as comfortable kissing Janice as you did kissing me?" Laura smiled, and turned to Janice. "Yes, I would. She just never asked." Janice's face was painted with a look of surprise, then amazement-- and then, excitement, as she leaned in and kissed Laura. At first, Janice reveled in this new dimension of their friendship, sliding her tongue around quickly as if to taste every part of her friend as quickly as possible; but then Laura giggled, and Janice broke it off. "I'm sorry," Laura explained. "It's just that... well, you taste like chocolate." Janice was puzzled for a moment. "You've been eating Snickers bars again," Laura said mock-reproachfully, wagging her finger. Then she giggled, and resumed the kiss. -------- To Janice's delight, she soon found that not only did Laura not seem to mind if she kissed her, but Laura didn't mind if she took her clothes off, either. As Janice eased the shirt from Laura's shoulders, Diane intervened, and directed them both to her bedroom, "on the condition that I get in on this action, too". Neither of them had a problem with that. As Laura walked into the bedroom, Janice had already removed her top, and her bra was falling to the floor. Diane walked up behind her, and slid her arm around Laura's waist, her other hand coming up to cup her chin, tilting her head back before capturing her mouth in a kiss. Laura felt her bra being unclasped, and shrugged it off, letting the fabric fall from her shoulders and onto the floor. Diane's breath was warm, and sweet... her tongue began to curve around Laura's, and slid along the underside, slowly up and down, stroking and caressing. Laura closed her eyes and reveled in the kiss, gently licking the back of the other woman's teeth, sliding her tongue along the roof of Diane's mouth. Her nipples were beginning to harden, as much from being exposed to the air as from the kiss, and it was almost a relief to feel Janice's warm mouth close around one breast, the girl's tongue bathing her nipple and hardening it further. When Janice bit her nipple, Laura softly moaned into Diane's mouth; soon after, she felt Diane's fingers undoing the front of her jeans, and she made no move to stop the woman as she slid her fingers beneath Laura's panties. Laura groaned as Diane's fingers began to rub her labia, opening her folds and gliding her fingers up and down along the sensitive flesh within. Janice's suckling had become sharply more insistent after the groan, stirring Laura's desire just as sharply; and judging by how eager Diane's fingers had suddenly become to explore her, she knew the woman had noticed. Still, Diane's fingers did not enter her. Instead, she stroked underneath Laura's clitoris, slowly, but firmly enough to make Laura groan again. The sound was sweeter than anything Janice had ever heard before-- and far more exciting. By the time Diane lowered Laura onto the bed, all that the girl was wearing were her now-soaked panties, which Janice had no qualms about removing. Laura made no move to resist as her friend opened her legs and began to feast on her womanhood. The sensation of her friend's tongue sliding back and forth through her labia, rapidly licking inside the folds, made her hips quiver; when Janice began to lick the underside of her clitoris, Laura's back arched and her lips parted in a soundless scream. Greedily, Janice cupped the girl's buttocks and pulled her deeper into her mouth, thrusting her tongue deep into Laura's wet heat, intoxicated with her lusty scent, the taste of her wet sex, the curve of her bottom against her palms. When Janice began sliding her lips rapidly up and down along Laura's now-exposed clitoris, the soundless cries were painted in the provocative glint of helpless abandon. Janice had never felt so empowered, so fulfilled, in her entire life as she did with her friend's entire body now tense and writhing uncontrollably under the control of her eager mouth. The sound of Diane's own clothes falling to the floor were dimly audible to Janice as she suckled on her friend's clitoris, but Laura was too firmly entrenched in ecstasy to notice anything except the insistent mouth between her thighs, demanding her orgasm. Laura fought it, wanting to prolong the pleasure, but it soon overtook her and her body arched in release, every muscle tense and tight. Janice took in her essence eagerly, lapping between her folds, reveling in the fulfillment of years of attraction to this girl as she drank in Laura's lusty scent. Soon, Laura collapsed onto her back, and Janice gently nuzzled her soft hair, almost purring in contentment. Together, they lay on the bed, resting. Laura's senses began to return, and as her eyes opened, she was dimly aware that Diane was donning some sort of belt... no, it was a strap-on, and the device looked to be roughly eight inches long. Janice had noticed it as well, and began to move aside, twirling Laura's clitoris between her fingers a few times more before climbing off the bed to watch. Diane climbed onto the bed, and as Laura lay on her back, breathing shallowly, she felt the tip of the strap-on begin to stroke her labia. The length was coated in a warm lubricant, and when Diane moved it back and forth, gliding it through her folds, the sensation was exquisite. Her hips rose slightly to meet its touch, but Diane guided it away; Laura arched her hips, seeking the strap-on, but Diane would only let her feel the tip, slowly stroking her inner folds with the moist head of the dildo. The frustration only amplified her desire, and the heat between her thighs seemed to become a raging flame; yet she didn't want to be free of Diane's control. She moaned, softly... but the sound was enough to stir Diane's own desire for her to the breaking point. Laura felt the older woman's firm hands on her hips, turning her over onto her stomach. Obediently, Laura climbed up onto her knees, but Diane's fingers were already there between her thighs, stroking her swollen labia, then swirling her folds around, taking her time. Laura was grateful when she felt Diane's smooth, long finger enter her, and begin to swirl inside of her, the tip of the woman's finger rubbing over Laura's inner ridges from the forefront deep down into her, and then back again. As Diane withdrew her finger, Laura followed with her hips, hoping to keep it inside her; soon, though, she felt Diane's finger enter her again, this time into her other opening, the finger slick and wet from being inside her moist heat. There, Diane's finger curved, as if gripping her; with her other fingers, Diane cupped her between her buttocks, and Laura was unable to move as the strap-on began to slide into her. Her mouth opened, and she almost gasped as Diane slid the dildo through her moist folds, but the woman's grip was firm and insistent, and as her swollen wetness strained around the warm length sliding inside her body, Laura could only open her legs and arch her hips to accomodate Diane. Soon, she felt her buttocks curving into the woman's warm abdomen, and even as Diane slid her fingers out and instead cupped Laura's hips, she knew that for this moment, she belonged to Diane, and Diane knew it too. Janice watched, her fascination and lust piqued as Diane rode her friend. At first, the older woman was slow to move, swirling the dildo around inside of Laura, letting her adjust to its size; but before long, Diane began to slide its length out of Laura, then back into her, and again, and again. One smooth movement soon became a thrust, and Laura did gasp... then, she gasped again, and Diane grinned, thrusting the dildo deep inside of her. Before long, Laura was panting, her breathing growing heavier by the moment. Her body glistened with sweat, and though Laura's buttocks were very moist from the exertion, Diane maintained her firm grip on the girl. Soon, Laura began to moan, and was gyrating her bottom against the older woman with an intensity and need Janice would have never thought to see from her friend. But Diane reached up to spread her palm between Laura's shoulders, and as her head was gently eased down onto the pillow, Laura's face became contorted with a mixture of exertion and ecstasy. It wasn't long after that before Laura came, her body becoming rigid and tense, her mouth fully open as if in a scream, but emitting no sound. Diane stroked her back, slowly swirling the dildo inside of the girl to prolong her orgasm; Laura was completely silent as she came, but was visibly locked into a tremendous orgasm for the better part of thirty seconds as Diane wrought every last ounce of her essence from her. Finally, she collapsed onto the bed, fully exhausted, and Diane slowly withdrew the strap-on before undoing it. Laura's Education Ch. 02 Laura had to pull on the handle with both hands to fully shut the door on her way out of the landlord's office. As the door finally oozed into place, Laura could see the girls in the office watching her and giggling. She sighed, and prayed that if her own apartment door ever fell into such disrepair, the on-site management wouldn't be so nonchalant about getting it repaired. With her new mailbox key in hand, Laura walked from the landlord's office to the nondescript row of metal cubbyholes that served as a minimalist unloading area for the unremarkable wages of her fellow students and tenants: the mailbox. Fortunately, the tiny metal doors on these boxes opened without any problem, and inside her own such chamber, no bills awaited her. Instead, there were a number of coupons for Omaha Steaks addressed to Willy Thornton, two catalogs for companies that sold personalized checks, and an old issue of Modern Bride that almost took up the entire mailbox. She managed to wedge the magazine out of the mailbox eventually, almost destroying it in the process, and took the mail up to her apartment. Closing the door behind her, Laura set the old mail in a sofa chair, and reached up to turn on the light in the kitchen. It was just that time of the morning when her apartment was completely lit: a light on in the kitchen, and sunlight through the window flooding the living room, making everything warm and cheery. It was a perfect time to be productive. With that, Laura picked up a notepad and a pen, and began looking around the kitchen, writing down what she intended to buy at the grocery store. Fresh vegetables, for one... she would need potatoes, and a head of Romaine lettuce... hmm, mashed potatoes would be good for dinner; how about meatloaf? Ground chuck, ketchup, margarine, tomatoes for a salad... With her kitchen bare, she needed a little of everything. Fortunately, she had plenty of time to shop today, with little to do until classes began the next week. She chewed thoughtfully on the cap of her pen. It would be nice to do some shopping for clothes today, too; she wouldn't mind getting a few new outfits for the start of her first term at Hiller. Instead of shopping for groceries, why not make it a day out? She'd spend some time at the local mall, which she hadn't yet visited; maybe she'd even dine out for lunch. It sounded like fun-- especially if her friend Janice was available. Laura grinned and went to find her phone. She hadn't heard from Janice in a couple days, ever since they went to meet Ms. Dorman. That had been a remarkable experience... After Laura and Janice had made love for that first time, after Janice had held her as she slept that afternoon, after Laura had awoken that evening still wrapped in her friend's embrace, it seemed to her that their friendship was stronger than it had ever been, and she had been very much looking forward to spending more time with Janice here at Hiller. But for two days now Laura hadn't heard from her at all, despite the cheery message Laura had left on her machine the day after. Unfortunately, Laura's luck didn't appear to be turning around anytime soon. Laura had reached the residence of Janice McCann, who was not home right now; if she were to leave a message at the tone, her call would be returned as soon as possible, and if she was a telemarketer then Janice wanted her to stop calling this residence, and to have a nice day, thank you, beep. Laura left a message. ---------- "Hey, Jan; it's me, Laura... um, hey, I'm going shopping today for some clothes, and some groceries, and other things I need. Wanna go? I'd love it if you could come, but if you're busy, that's fine. Call me when you get this, OK? I love ya-- bye!" Click. Janice couldn't bring herself to pick up the phone. That made three times now in the past two days. Whenever Laura's name showed up on the caller ID display, she became so nervous that she couldn't even reach for the receiver without shaking. A week ago, she would have bear-hugged Laura with reckless abandon; now, she couldn't even call her. Everything had changed when they had made love. She was so jealous of Laura. Janice knew her better than anyone; she knew that for Laura, everything stemmed from love, and all love was the same. To Laura, who wasn't even a lesbian, sex was just a way two female friends showed their affection for each other. But for Janice, who was bisexual, friendship and sex were completely different things. She couldn't take Laura as a lover and expect everything to be the same as it always was, only with some sex whenever Janice wanted it. But Janice knew that was exactly how Laura saw it, and it had surprised her how frustrating that was. "I love ya-- bye!", she had said. Laura could say that to anybody, and mean it. There wasn't a shred of pretense or dishonesty about the girl; she genuinely liked everyone, and she genuinely loved her friends. Janice had always loved her for that, and yet now, she wanted more-- no, she needed it. The thought of having anything less than Laura's greatest love and devotion after what they had shared the other day was unbearable. It was the single greatest danger that had ever faced their friendship... and Janice couldn't even pick up the phone. She needed to talk this out with Laura. She owed it to Laura to tell her what she was feeling. She knew that Laura would understand, and would listen to her. Janice slumped against the wall, cursing her own cowardice. ---------- After taking a shower and slipping into a light green dress for the day, Laura sat and waited, occupying herself with cartoons on TV. Half an hour went by before she decided that Janice was not going to call. Disappointed, Laura turned off the TV and headed out to complete her shopping. Later that afternoon, the apartment door swung open again, and Laura entered with plastic grocery bags looped around each arm and a renewed purpose. Setting down her belongings, she trotted back down to her car to get the rest, contemplating her plan to cook a delicious meal for herself and Janice that evening. If she had to she'd go to Janice's apartment and cook it there; it didn't matter, as long as she could do something nice for her friend. She laid down the last of the groceries on the table, and picked up the phone. -------- The phone was ringing. It was Laura, again. Janice's heart skipped, and again she felt the familiar wave of near-panic-- but it was time to stop acting foolish. She picked up the phone. "Hello?" she said. A brief silence. "...Oh, you're home! Where have you been?; I've been trying to call you--" "Oh, uh," Janice said, "I've been... looking for a job. I got your messages... sorry I haven't called back." "Oh, that's OK. I'm just glad you're home! I was gonna invite you over for dinner. I'm making meatloaf..." Oh, God, she wants to cook dinner for me, Jan thought. It was such an incredibly sweet thing for Laura to do, but then, it was just like her. Already, Janice's spirits began to lift as she considered the idea: spending time with Laura, alone, a romantic evening over dinner, candlelit lovemaking afterward-- "I can't," Janice said. Another brief silence. "Oh... Oh, uh, that's fine. You must be busy... " Laura laughed, but she sounded really disappointed. Janice felt terrible. "Laura, we need to talk," Janice said suddenly. She steeled herself as best she could. It was now or never. "...Talk?" Laura said. Something about Jan's tone worried her. "Is everything OK?" "Yeah, it's just..." Jan's voice trailed off for a moment. "You remember the other day, at Diane's place?" Laura smiled. "I remember." "That... meant a lot to me," Jan said. Laura could hear a tightness in her voice, as if she was forcing herself to say something as quickly as she could. So Laura listened. "I know... it meant a lot to you too, and I know that you love me, and I love you too but the... the way you love me isn't what I need." Need? "...I mean, you always loved me, 'cause I'm your friend, and I know that for you, love is just part of being a friend, and even sex is just part of being a friend, so..." Jan's voice was growing more and more tight as she spoke. "...but I can't do that, and I can't ask you to change, and just being your friend with benefits isn't going to be enough for me because I really, really do love you with all my heart... and that's why I can't be friends with you anymore." Laura barely heard Jan's shuddering intake of breath. Not... friends anymore? What was Jan saying? "What... did I do?" Laura asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Everything was so perfect the other day... you and me, and Diane--" "Diane?" Jan broke in, suddenly angry. "That's exactly what I'm talking about, Laura; you tell me you love me, you kiss me, then a few minutes later you're her bucking bronco? What the hell is that?" Laura was stunned. "But I don't--" "You know, you talk a nice little game, Laura, about how you love everyone so much, about how everything's just affection to you, but the truth is that you're nothing but a-- a-- a SLUT!" Dimly Laura heard the sound of the other phone slamming down as the connection ended. Some part of her was conscious of her arm, phone in hand, falling to her side. Her knees quivered and she nearly fell over, but she didn't notice. Nothing that was happening was making any sense to her. Then her knees did buckle and she sat down hard into a kitchen chair. Loneliness circled in and quickly devoured the last remnants of the hope and happiness that had filled her just minutes ago. Jan hated her and she didn't understand why. Jan had called her a slut. Maybe she really was a slut. Maybe all the love she had always felt for her friends was just part of some subconscious scheme. It didn't make any sense to her. She wondered if Jan would love her again if she called back and said it was all true and that she was sorry. But she couidn't lie. She didn't even understand what was going on. Diane would know. Somehow, Diane would know. Teachers, elders, women like Diane, they always knew what to do. The image of Diane came into Laura's mind and she had to fight the urge to call her immediately. She'd call Diane, but not now. "Not until... I'm done crying," Laura said to herself, the only other person she had left to tell, as she gave in to her unexpected grief. ------------- The phone was ringing. Diane set down her Edward Rutherford novel, and picked up the handset. "Dorman residence. ... Laura, good to hear from you! How is everything? ... Well, how sweet! Sure, I'd love to. ... Meatloaf sounds delicious, actually. Where do you live? ... Right, I know where that is. I'll be over in a few minutes, OK? ... See you then. 'Bye." Diane set the handset down, smiling. What a sweet and unexpected call to receive; she hadn't heard from Laura since they had made love, and dinner with her would be a much better way to spend the evening than reading another book about London. Come to think of it... Laura lived alone, didn't she? Her dark blue shoulder bag would be a better choice than her purse for the evening. It was casual, stylish, and zippered; if it happened that she had no need of what she packed, only she would be the wiser. With that in mind, Diane packed a comfortable pair of pajamas, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a strap-on dildo. A sly grin made its way onto her face; this was looking to be a very interesting evening indeed. ------- When Laura opened the door, Diane was surprised. Laura wore a light green dress, somewhat conservative but nevertheless beautiful on her; her hair was carefully prepared, and glinted slightly in the light from the kitchen; and though she had chosen not to wear much makeup, her features were smooth and beautiful, her lips adorned with a light touch of gloss. But her smile, and her eyes, belied all the beauty she had worked to achieve. Diane walked into the apartment, and set her handbag down on top of a stack of mail in Laura's sofa chair. When the door closed, she turned to Laura and asked plainly, "What happened?" And, as they sat together on the sofa, Laura told her-- about Janice's silence, about shopping earlier, about the incident over the phone just two hours ago. Laura tried to keep her voice calm and steady, and did a remarkable job; once she had finished, Diane considered for a moment before responding. "If I had to guess," Diane said, "I'd say that Janice probably feels very guilty about what she said to you. She probably didn't mean to call you a slut. I don't see how anyone could think you were a slut, Laura." Laura was listening closely, her eyes wide and focused on Diane. She was incredibly beautiful. Diane smiled at her, and Laura smiled back, albeit weakly. Diane reached out and took Laura in her arms, and the girl came willingly; as Diane's arms circled around her, Laura eased her head against the older woman's breasts. Diane reached up and began to stroke Laura's hair, fingertips gently gliding through the chestnut strands, lightly stroking her scalp. "You're a beautiful woman," Diane continued, "and you have a beautiful heart. That you love your friends so much is one of your best characteristics, Laura; it doesn't make you a slut. If you were sleeping with everyone you knew because you liked the pleasure for its own sake, if you always put sex before love, then you might be, but that's not what you're like." Laura looked up at her. "What am I like?" Diane held her eyes, and smiled. It felt wonderful to hold this girl, to look down into her eyes, to stroke her hair, her neck... Lifting a finger, Diane began to gently caress Laura's lips, a single fingertip softly tracing the outline of her mouth. Laura closed her eyes, and softly exhaled around Diane's touch. "You only know love, not sex," Diane replied. Her arm circled more snugly around Laura's shoulders, and Laura's body pressed in closer. "You had sex with Janice because you wanted to please her, not because you wanted the sex. Giving your friends pleasure is part of what it means to you to love a person." Laura kissed Diane's fingertip, lingering for a moment, her lips warm and soft against the skin. Her eyes still closed, she whispered, "I love Janice... and I love you, too." Diane smiled. "I know you do. And I love you. And there's nothing wrong with you loving both of us. Janice loves you, too, and if you give her time, she'll be able to understand your feelings, and she'll accept the person that you are. You just have to be patient." This seemed to soothe Laura like nothing else Diane had said, and after a moment the girl snuggled up against her. Diane lay back on the couch, and Laura lay atop her; her fingers gently stroked between Laura's shoulders, and the girl sighed happily. Soon Diane felt Laura's soft, warm lips on her own, and opened her mouth to accept the kiss. The heat, the taste, of the younger woman's mouth was exhilirating, and Diane found herself moving in to draw Laura's tongue into her own mouth. Laura's breath was warm and sweet, and she made no move to resist as Diane suckled gently on her tongue; instead, Diane felt her fingers against her cheek, lovingly caressing her. This was a kiss of love and gratitude, Diane knew, but it was stirring her own passion like nothing she'd felt in years. And Laura knew it. She slid her tongue smoothly through Diane's lips, back and forth in long, slow motions; stroking the roof of her mouth with the tip. Laura reached down and calmly slid her hands beneath the waistline of Diane's long skirt, eliciting a surprised gasp from the woman, but the kiss continued. Her fingers moved beneath the older woman's silk panties, warm to the touch, and found her already moist. When she began to slide a single fingertip down through Diane's folds, swirling around the swollen labia at the base, she was surprised at how quickly the moist folds became slick and wet. Laura opened her eyes, and in doing so, broke the kiss for a moment, smiling slyly down at Diane. Diane blinked, wishing her desire wasn't so obvious. She looked into Laura's eyes and knew that it showed on her face, as well. Though she felt almost ashamed, it was clear that Laura didn't seem to mind; instead, the girl was holding Diane's eyes steady with her own, still wearing that calm smile, as her hands worked on something below Diane's vision. Then, she felt Laura's hands on her skirt. Before long, Laura had slid Diane's skirt and panties onto the floor, and as Diane tensed with need and anticipation, Laura lowered her own soft, warm lap onto Diane's. The younger woman's labia were also slightly slick, more so as they slid against Diane's own. The sensation of Laura's slick folds, of her soft hair, massaging her made her gasp, and groan audibly despite herself; but still Laura held her gaze, still she held that little grin. After a moment, she closed her eyes, and as Diane watched, Laura's lips parted slightly, and she let out a ragged breath, arching her hips forward with each movement now. Diane felt Laura's clitoral hood stroking her own; the feeling was so erotic, the pleasure so intense, that she clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. Panting now, desperately fighting release, Diane circled her arms around Laura's waist and held on while the girl pleasured her, nails digging in to her shirt. Her thighs began to twitch, and though she tried to control the almost desperate rising of her hips, Laura noticed. She made a soft sound of intrigue, and straddled Diane, her thighs on either side of the woman's waist; and, spreading her folds to envelop Diane's hot delta, Laura moved in to kiss her throat, her arms circling to the small of Diane's back and lifting her closer. It was too much. Diane was so aroused already that her climax began to overtake her; she fought it as best she could, barely conscious of her own writhing, of her own soft cries of desperation. But Laura was determined, and soon enough she had earned Diane's complete surrender. As she held Diane against her, she felt it all: her breasts, arched in a captive breath; her back, tight and tense; her hot essence, pulsing within Laura's own feminine core, bathing her inside. The sensation was far more erotic than she had expected, and nearly pushed her over the edge as she held Diane's body to her. When the woman's orgasm began to ebb, and her body began to relax, Laura fought the urge to resume her movements, and instead held Diane, resting together with her. The two lay together for some time, Laura stroking Diane's hair, and Diane savoring the delicious sensation of being held and loved by such a beautiful young woman. Soon, though, Laura became curious about the shoulder bag on the adjoining sofa chair, and pulled it over to her. After asking Diane's permission, Laura began to look through the bag, quickly finding the strap-on, and giggling. "Did you bring this for me?" she whispered, leaning down to nearly touch Diane's lips with her own. Diane nodded. Laura grinned, and sat up onto her knees, circling the strap-on around her waist and fastening it together. She noticed that it was a bit loose, and adjusted it using a strap at her side, tightening it snugly around her. It was still slightly loose... Instinctively, she lifted her leg, and shifted so that the strap would tighten between her buttocks. It was not uncomfortable, which gratified her. Diane was smiling, watching curiously. The strap-on looked good on her, Diane had to admit. But as Laura knelt above her, giggling about how she had never used one of these before, blushing slightly, Diane felt herself becoming aroused at the thoughts of what this girl might do with her. All she needed was a little encouragement. Sliding out from under Laura, Diane caught her gaze, and held it, flashing a smile as she stood and walked towards Laura's bedroom. As she walked through the doorway, she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor, leaving her bra on for the time being. Laura's gentle footsteps were audible behind her, and when Diane reached the bedside, she felt the girl's arms encircling her waist, stroking her belly. Laura's Education Ch. 02 Laura moved in closer, feeling Diane's smooth, warm back against her stomach. Though Laura generally never thought of other women as attractive, in her current aroused state Diane's body intrigued her. The older woman was slightly taller, not as thin as Laura-- she guessed around 140 pounds-- and had a few freckles on her neck. As she stroked her lover's waist, she leaned in and looked down, over Diane's shoulder, to study the rest of her body, the moonlight streaming in through the window before them illuminating her dark green bra... Diane didn't resist as Laura undid the strap holding the fabric together, and slid it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Nor did she mind as Laura lifted her hips and let the dildo slide smoothly back and forth between her thighs, her wet labia and soft hair helping to make the length slick and warm. Raising her hips higher, Laura was rewarded with a soft croon of pleasure from the older woman. Laura lifted her hand, and cupped Diane's belly, leaning forward with her. Diane obeyed, and moved onto the bed, spreading out on her hands and knees in front of Laura. The temptation to accept her invitation right then was strong, but Laura resisted, deciding instead to have a little more fun first. She climbed onto the bed, but knelt at Diane's side instead, and circled an arm around her waist, bringing her other hand up between Diane's open thighs. Diane gave a small gasp of surprise as Laura began to work on her. That the girl knew exactly where and how to stroke her was no surprise; they were both women, after all. But Laura's fingers were steady, and surprisingly eager. Laura's fingers glided skillfully past her clitoris and back again, tapping its underside with each movement. Diane's knee, steady on the bedspread, slid as the bedspread slid from their motion, and her legs inadvertently spread wider; as they did, she felt Laura's finger enter her, and then another. She felt her folds being stretched slightly, and another finger slid in between the first two. Laura swirled this finger around inside her moisture for a few moments before sliding it back out. Before Diane was able to adjust, Laura placed the tip of her newly-slick finger between Diane's buttocks, and slowly began to slide it inside. Diane's breath caught, and she arched her bottom to help guide Laura's fingers deeper into her. Laura leaned down to nibble at Diane's earlobe as her fingers slid inside the woman. With two fingers between her thighs and one slick finger inside her bottom, Laura began to work her steadily, letting two fingers slide out as the other slid in, and then again, alternating the movements of her fingers while setting a rhythm for Diane. She reveled in the bit of power she felt when Diane began to writhe around her fingers, and was driven even further when Diane softly gasped while Laura's fingers circled around her g-spot. Seeing Diane like this filled Laura with an intense desire that surprised her, but wanting the other woman this much was almost a relief. Smoothly she slid her fingers from Diane's warmth. In one smooth motion, she was kneeling between Diane's open thighs, the tip of the dildo stroking the wet opening there. Diane's body, she could see, was tensing in anticipation... and Laura decided she had been teased enough for now, sliding the dildo inside. Slowly she pushed deeper, arching her hips with the motion, until she felt Diane's bottom against her abdomen and knew the woman was full. Leaning forward, she felt Diane's back curved against her stomach, and circling her arms adoringly around Diane's belly, she began to move her lower body. Laura's lower body was enough to set their motions, using only her hips to thrust, to swirl, the dildo inside her partner. With her thighs alongside Diane's, she smoothly slid the length deep inside, then back out, drawing it out to the tip before slowly easing it back inside. Diane was beginning to pant softly, but it was the sound of the length sliding in and out that told Laura how much she was enjoying it. And Laura was enjoying it just as much, taking her time, keeping her movements slow and deliberate. She began to swirl the dildo inside Diane, the wide arcs seeming to stretch the woman's tender walls. The low moan she received, the gentle shivering of Diane's belly when the dildo swirled near her clitoris, told Laura that she was doing well. She smiled, softly; being in control of this woman was a remarkable experience thus far. Diane's need was gradually increasing with each gyration of Laura's hips, her body arched into Laura's abdomen, her bottom pressing back in the hopes of taking Laura even deeper into her. Laura let her hand slide down to cup Diane's buttock. Her skin was hot to the touch, and as Laura's desire heightened she found herself stroking the curve of the woman's flesh, cupping it in her palm and slowly kneading it with her fingers. Lifting her own bottom, she smoothly thrust the dildo deep down inside Diane's wet heat, eliciting a soft cry from her and causing small beads of moisture to form underneath Laura's palm. The sound, though low, was exhilirating to Laura. Diane was panting somewhat more loudly now, the intense desire she had felt at first now a burning pleasure inside of her, stretching and stroking her vulnerable inner ridges. Her body was awash in ecstasy, the girl's soft, warm thighs stroking her own, the gentle palm, the tender fingers stroking her hot bottom. And as she heard Laura remove her shirt, felt her bra slip down past her onto the floor, and press her breasts into Diane's back, she almost surrendered to the pleasure then. Laura's thrusts came no faster than before, though the slow deep movements inside her body almost seemed to amplify and prolong the intense shockwaves of pleasure that rocked her body with each of the girl's thrusts over her g-spot. But the softness of her breasts, the tight nipples stroking her back with each motion of their bodies, heightened her ecstasy to another level. To be captive to this girl, to be so loved by such a sweet and beautiful young woman as Laura, made her feel warm and calm despite the tautness of her muscles, the increasing heat and moisture of her skin. She relaxed her arms, leaning her head forward onto the pillow in a gesture of surrender; and Laura followed, leaning forward with her, continuing to caress the older woman's back with her breasts as she rode. Before long, Laura felt the familiar tightening of Diane's thighs beside hers, and closed her eyes. Diane made no sound as she came, but for Laura, the feeling of Diane's body tensing, her stomach clenching, her breasts heaving as she came was music enough. She held the older woman gently, stroking her belly, stroking her breasts, calming her as her orgasm raged, held... and then began to ebb. Laura softly kissed her partner's hair, the back of her neck, as she felt her begin to relax. Slowly she slid the dildo from between Diane's thighs, and undid the strap, setting it aside. As Diane collapsed onto her stomach, Laura lay down with her, circling her arms around the woman and holding her close. Together they laid, Laura's smile soft and content against Diane's back. Soon Laura realized with a soft chuckle that the woman was asleep. Quietly, Laura slipped her arms back, and crept out of the bed, kissing Diane gently on the forehead before dressing and walking to the kitchen. When Diane woke up, she would be hungry... and Laura had promised her dinner, after all. Somehow, dinner in bed sounded perfect right now. -------- Janice clicked the "Power" button on the remote, and tossed it aside. Nothing helped-- neither television nor books could take the memory of today's events from the forefront of her thoughts. No matter what she did, she couldn't seem to escape the words from before, the terrible insult she had carelessly cast at her friend. A slut. I called her a slut... Why did I do that? She wished she had done it in person. She wished she had listened to Laura instead of giving in to her selfishness and temper. But regrets did her no good now; Laura would never forgive her for what she had said. Not even Laura, the sweet, incredibly caring girl she had known for years would be able to forgive a friend who did something like that. There had been absolutely no call for it. Diane might have been able to help... but she was not home, and besides, Janice couldn't help being angry at her for what she had done with Laura. She had never expected to feel angry about it-- when Diane had asked to meet Laura, she had known it was a possibility, and even when it had actually happened she had only felt fascination, not jealousy. But it seemed like there was a lot she didn't know about her emotions, things that she was only learning now... and things she desperately wished she had been able to predict. She would have given anything then to see Laura, to hear her voice-- to have her forgiveness, however impossible that seemed. She had to apologize. She had to explain herself. She couldn't let herself be governed by jealousy again. It wouldn't change what she had said, but she owed Laura that much. And this time she had to do it in person. Janice took a deep breath to firm her resolve, then another. She picked up her car keys from the kitchen table, and walked out the door. Laura's Education Ch. 03 Laura rang the doorbell. She wondered whether she should also knock—sometimes, Janice's doorbell didn't work. She thought, again, of calling Janice, letting her know she was there... but then, Janice hadn't answered any of her calls in the past week. An unannounced visit wouldn't guarantee Janice would see her—but at least she'd have a chance to say something. Someone was at the door now. Laura had heard footsteps approaching, could feel the surveillance from the small hole in the door; and she tried not to look as nervous as she felt. It had occurred to her that Janice might slam the door in her face—to simply be ignored would be far worse. But the door opened. The door opened, and Janice stood on the other side, garbed in a simple brown robe, hair still wet from the shower. She looked... confused, which Laura hadn't expected. Angry, smug, even sad, but not confused... Say something! "Hi," Laura said. Janice stood for a moment, still not saying anything. Then she walked into the house, pushing the door open in a gesture of invitation. With a small sigh of relief, Laura followed her inside, and shut the door. --------- Back in Janice's room, the robe fell to the floor, leaving Janice topless—still garbed in a pair of jeans. Laura looked puzzled. "Why not just put on a shirt?" she asked. "It was the first thing I saw," Janice replied. She grinned, then looked away, as if remembering. "I guess I should put something on. I'm sorry." "No, it's OK," Laura said. "I didn't mean to bother you. I just... wanted to talk." Janice turned, and walked towards Laura, sitting next to her on the floor. "I, uh... Before you say anything, I... I'm sorry. About what I said last week... I've got no right to tell you what to do with your life and you didn't deserve to be insulted like that." Laura wasn't sure how to respond. She wanted to put her arm around her friend, reassure her as she'd always done... but for the first time, she couldn't be sure it would be a welcome gesture. "I guess I was jealous," Janice continued. "Jealous? Of Diane?" "Yeah..." "But you introduced us." Janice looked away. "I know," she said. She was choosing her words carefully, though for what reason, Laura couldn't be sure. "But you know how I feel about you," Janice went on. "And when you moved over there, with her... I like Diane, I guess I just thought it would be you and me, not you and me and her, too." Laura slid her arm around Janice's shoulders, and kissed her hair. "I came here for you, y'know," she said. Janice sighed. "Look, this is hard for me," she said, keeping her voice in check. "If it's going to be you and Diane, I'd... I'd prefer you keep me out of it. Nothing against Diane..." Her voice trailed off, and she lowered her eyes. Laura reached out to touch her friend, to caress her cheek in the comforting way she always had; but Janice only turned away. Laura reached out again, but this time when Janice tried to shy away, Laura circled her arms around the girl's shoulders and pushed her down onto the carpeted floor. With one smooth motion, Laura moved atop her stunned friend, straddling her waist. She pinned Janice's shoulders to the ground, and grinned. "I said I came here for you," Laura said. "Not for Diane, but for me, no one else." Her damp hair spread across the floor beneath her, Janice looked up at Laura, and smiled warmly. "You mean that?" Laura grinned. "Stay right there," she said, feeling a bit playful. But Janice had other plans. She raised her legs, sliding them under Laura's arms; and as she sat up, her legs pulled Laura down onto her back, eliciting a surprised squeal from the girl. With Laura's legs already around her chest, Janice simply let her arms down, pinning Laura's legs as surely as her arms were already secured. Laura writhed and struggled, but Janice was the stronger of the two, if only by a small bit. The moment was surprisingly encouraging. With her friend pinned helplessly, Janice felt oddly at ease, much more so than she had only a moment ago. She leaned to one side, letting her upper body hold Laura's leg to the ground, letting one of her arms free to explore. A sly grin revealed itself, her previous shyness lifting away as she slid her free hand beneath Laura's skirt. Laura struggled more firmly at this, but made no noise at first. Janice tightened her legs down upon her friend's shoulders and took pleasure in the girl's gasp as she slid her fingers beneath the cotton fabric and into her body. It surprised her at first how wet her friend was already—Diane must have been at her already, she thought. Thinking about Laura's older lover brought back memories from the other day, and in her mind Janice again watched with fascination as Laura raised her bottom in complete submission as she was being ridden... Suddenly Janice wanted very much to elicit that same level of surrender from her friend. And with that thought, she pulled the cotton fabric aside, stretching her remaining fingers below, searching for the opening... Laura struggled harder, surprising Janice with her sudden ferocity—and in a few moments, she had managed to free one arm, then the other. Janice scissored her legs, trying to recapture her escaped prey, but Laura had already sat up and, gripping Janice's shoulders, pinned her to the ground again. Laura sat up on her knees, holding Janice down while she wriggled free of her friend's torturous fingers. She was breathing heavily, but felt elated at Janice's renewed interest in her. Panting, she let her eyes rest on Janice's features, comforted somewhat as Janice reciprocated the gaze. A sudden desire to overpower this girl filled Laura, and she decided not to resist. With a sudden movement, Laura gripped Janice's hips and turned her over, straddling her waist and shifting her own weight to keep Janice down. Then she lay atop her friend, shifting her weight again to hold Janice's upper body to the ground while her own hands moved lower, working quickly to undo the front of her friend's jeans. Janice was a bit stronger than she was, and was already beginning to struggle—Laura knew she wouldn't have much time. But desire drove her forward, her hands already sliding the jeans down and off. "Hold still," Laura hissed, and despite herself Janice did hold still—only for a moment, but that moment was enough for Laura to slide her panties down her legs and over her knees. Janice felt a foot between her ankles, pushing her panties off; then two feet, each moving to either of her shins, pushing her legs apart. She bucked upward, arching back to try and push Laura off, but was met with a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down to the ground. This aroused her greatly—and Laura noticed. Laura used her free hand to slide her own panties down as far as her knees. Lifting her skirt, she moved in closer and draped it over Janice's bottom; then, moving forward, suddenly moaned despite herself as she felt Janice's slick folds meet her own. The warmth and wetness was exquisite against her own tender flesh; she arched her back, opening her thighs as wide as she could and moaning again as she felt her friend's warm juices dripping into her. For once, Janice did not struggle, instead arching back in a gesture of submission—and somehow that only made Laura feel more empowered. She raised her hand, and firmly slapped Janice's buttock. Softly, Janice gasped, arching her bottom back again and receiving another hard slap. Laura's hands were on her hips now, holding her steady as she ground her pussy between Janice's thighs. Stifling a moan, Janice steeled herself to struggle, to ignore the rising heat between her legs, the exquisite sensation massaging her tender flesh. Bracing her feet against the carpet, Janice pushed away from Laura—only to feel the grip tighten on her hips, her body being pulled back, the familiar warmth of her bottom curving into Laura's abdomen. With another push of her feet, Janice managed to flip her body over, her legs on either side of Laura's hips. Laura's lips were parted slightly, her breathing shallow and quick; and meeting her eyes, Janice saw a desire that surprised her with its intensity. She smiled up at her friend. And as Laura returned the smile, Janice reached up to grip her shoulders, and pulled her down, rolling over on top of her. Janice moved quickly, lifting her upper body, pinning Laura's head between her breasts. She lowered her leg, folding it around and beneath Laura's, then lifting—keeping one leg astride, while she pushed Laura's other leg apart with her free foot, finally lowering one arm to twine through Laura's arm, down around her back, holding Laura's other arm at the elbow. Thoroughly anchored, Laura pushed her body up uselessly, helpless as Janice's free fingers slid down between her thighs... A wicked grin spread over Janice as she heard her friend gasp, felt the girl's body tighten as Janice's fingers slid smoothly inside her. Calm and in control, Janice took her time, letting her outer fingers stroke along the creases of Laura's folds while her middle fingers slid back and forth over the upper ridges of Laura's interior. Laura tried to stifle a moan, but with her body so completely encompassed by Janice's own, there was no use trying to hide her pleasure, heavily amplified by her helpless and vulnerable position. "That's... not fair," Laura moaned against the warm skin of her friend's moistening breasts, her body arching despite herself as Janice massaged around her cortex. Janice made no reply, but only grinned, and slid her fingers deeper inside—causing Laura's body to tighten even further, arching uncontrollably against her captor. Janice's fingers glided playfully in small circles, each brushing against her friend's swelling clitoris before dipping into the wet heat between her thighs. She felt Laura trying to writhe, her hips sliding back and forth, the muscles taut in her thighs as her friend's hand worked patiently between them. Between her breasts, Laura was panting heavily, her belly moistening from the building heat inside her body. Laura had accepted defeat, for now—her body so pinned, there was nothing she could do to escape, but right now she didn't want to resist. Janice's fingers moved skillfully inside her, stirring her fire, stroking just close enough to her cortex to set her aflame with each motion of the fingers. Without thinking, Laura opened her legs wider, gyrating her hips a bit and crying out at the intense pleasure she suddenly received; then again as Janice's fingers calmly glided up along her clitoris, her throat pulsing against Janice's breasts. A second finger now, together stroking her clitoris back and forth, smooth motions that brought such intense sensation as Laura's own heartbeat began to intensify... Her vision began to blur, and she closed her mouth against her friend's warm breast, finding a distinct comfort in the fullness between her lips, the salt against her tongue, conscious that she was crying out, her cries muffled and her hips raised high as her orgasm overtook her. Janice closed her eyes and reveled in the sound of Laura's cries, in the pulsing and throbbing of her friend's heat around her fingers, and she savored the moment. She savored her victory over the girl, accepted the taste of empowerment and even domination, and found it sweet indeed. Laura's orgasm began to fade, her body slowly sinking down upon the carpet. She lay exhausted, whimpering softly as Janice kneaded her buttocks, then began to gently stroke her between them with a fingertip. Janice heard no complaints other than a soft whimpering as she spread Laura's buttocks and drizzled warm oil down onto her body, watching as it trickled inside. She grinned—this was something she had wanted to do to Laura for ages, and now, she reveled in the sense of authority she felt over the girl. She wanted Laura to feel vulnerable, helpless; and she wanted to be in control all the while. Even so, she couldn't resist leaning down to kiss Laura's hair, then her cheek, which earned her a small sigh of pleasure. Laura's hips rose from the carpet as Janice took hold of her. She folded her arms together underneath her chin, and closed her eyes, not bothering to hide the soft smile as she heard Janice donning the strap-on behind her. Already she was well-oiled from the other girl's previous attentions, and when Janice began to move forward, Laura raised her bottom, letting the shaft slide inside. She gasped despite herself at its size, at how it stretched her, but it didn't hurt. Still, there was no way she could resist Janice now. And Laura didn't resist. When Janice's arms enfolded her at the waist, and she felt her friend's moist body pressing gently against her back, the trust she felt in her friend made it all the more pleasant. Laura breathed in deeply, the arousing scent of sex enfolding her just as Janice did. She arched her bottom, stretching her legs out behind her as Janice's hips glided back and forth, the strap-on smoothly sliding into her body, then back out. Sweat slowly trickled over her buttock, and down her thigh, pooling behind her knees... then another bead of sweat, this time from Janice's thigh. It was wonderful, this reminder of the intimacy Laura enjoyed as she was ridden. She bucked her hips in time with Janice's motions, working the strap-on. It stretched her nearly to the point of pain, but she found it intensely erotic, all the more so when Janice began to take control, slapping her bottom and telling her to keep her bottom arched. Laura licked her teeth and obliged, lifting her hips up. Janice slapped her bottom again and thrust the strap-on deep into her warmth, and Laura didn't think to resist, instead finding she liked being handled this way by her friend. She moaned, long and low, and was pleased when Janice thrust in deeper. She moaned louder, and Janice leaned in, suckling at the base of her neck. Soon she felt the girl's fingers massaging her nipples, the palms cupping her breasts as her body shook. Laura arched her body, stretching her arms out before her and pressing her face to the carpet, no longer conscious of her own body, intensely aroused at how thoroughly she was being dominated by her friend. Janice, meanwhile, was deriving such satisfaction from the sight of Laura spread out beneath her—this girl, this friend, that she loved so much, panting and writhing, her back slick and wet from the exertion. Janice spread her fingers over the curves of Laura's buttocks, and pulled the girl's lower body higher—then, gripping firmly, Janice began to ride her hard, leaning her head back and arching her entire body forward as the strap-on drove again and again into Laura's rapidly tightening pussy. Then, she felt it—the tightening of Laura's thighs around her own, the gentle touch of Laura's heel against her buttock as she surrendered. Janice leaned in, sliding the strap-on into Laura as deep as she could, and slowly began to gyrate her hips, stretching the girl's inner walls as they contracted and loosened. A few moments later, Janice removed the strap-on, and lay with Laura as her body sank onto the floor, exhausted. Janice leaned in, and Laura turned her head to look back, smiling softly, her eyes still closed. And after all that, Janice would later recall her favorite moment—when she moved in, and kissed Laura... and her friend kissed her back, with as much love and warmth as any friend could ever desire. Laura's Education Janice climbed back onto the bed, and took Laura in her arms. The girl was soaked with sweat and made no move to resist as Janice embraced her. Laura's breasts rose and fell in great motions as she breathed, her breathing hard and heavy at first but gradually softer as Janice held her. When she ran her fingers through Laura's hair, she heard a soft sigh; and when she eased Laura's head against her breasts, her friend made no move to resist her. With Janice's arms enfolding her, Laura lay on the bed, resting, feeling completely, deliciously exhausted, and slightly sore. Weakly, she kissed the mound of Janice's breast. Diane saw it, and smiled.