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Lost in Texas Ch. 01

By: Evil Alpaca



The following story is (not) inspired by true events. In Oubliette County, TX (which doesn't actually exist, so put your maps away) in the early years of the twenty-first century, three young college coeds (to whom any perceived similarity to real people, living or dead, is unintended and purely coincidental) were on their way to their summer jobs as counselors at a religious-based band camp. But the after taking a wrong turn, their (fictional) lives were changed forever. Here is their story (which I made up).

(P.s. If you hadn't figured out by now, this didn't happen. This is a work of fiction. There's going to be a lot of sex in this story. If you don't like that sort of thing, then stop reading . . . NOW!)

This is a really long story, by the way. If you want immediate gratification, you might want to skip it.

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"Lost in Texas" Part 1

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"We are so TOTALLY lost," whined Laurie for the one-hundredth time in one hour. Alice and Heather both groaned. Actually being lost was bad enough. Getting color commentary about being lost was almost intolerable. After hearing nothing new hour after hour, the other two girls felt like they might as well have been watching CNN.

"Would you PLEASE shut up?" groaned Heather. She was so tempted to light up a cigarette and scorch the other girl's tongue with it. At least then she could make fun of the comical sounds coming out of the girl's mouth.

"Now there's no need to be uncivil," chimed in Alice. "After all, we're all . . ."

" . . . God's children," the other two girls finished. "Yes," continued Heather, "we know, because you mention that at the top of every hour!"

This bickering is what had landed them into their current predicament. The three young women had disliked each other from the moment they first laid eyes on each other. All three of them were college freshman majoring in music. The dean of the department had informed them that a religious organization was putting on a month long music camp for children of local church-goers over the summer, and that any of his students that wanted to could apply to be camp counselors. In return, they would not only get paid but receive course credit as well. Most people had turned down the idea, as they had other plans for their summer vacations besides babysitting a bunch of religious kids. But about a dozen had agreed to do it, and it had been left up to them to arrange transportation, which the camp would reimburse them for. The camp was near a place called Clear Lake, and was about a twenty-hour drive. The other volunteers had all found traveling companions, as none of them wanted anything to do with the ‘unholy trinity,' leaving the three of them forced to share a ride to the camp.

Heather, Alice and Laurie had all been taking the same lab for one of their basic music classes, and had been forced by random assignment to be in the same group. And their personalities mixed like gasoline and matches.

Laurie could best be described as a princess. She was tall, blonde and large in the breasts while slim in the hips. And the other girls were convinced that she was completely devoid of the gift of thought. She was so used to her mommy and daddy handing her anything she wanted on a silver platter that she was almost incapable of doing things for herself. Everything she wore had a designer label on it and cost more than most people spent on their entire wardrobes. And when things didn't go her way, she whined. A lot. Her car had actually broken down just before the trip, forcing her to ride with the other two girls.

Heather looked like she was plucked from a b-grade biker flick. She always wore grungy looking clothes, heavy metal t-shirts and goth make-up. She was a little shorter than Laurie and not quite so bodacious, but she caught her fair share of stairs, whistles and catcalls. A lot of those boys wound up suffering for their disrespect with bloody noses. While Laurie had probably never lifted a finger except to use her cell phone, Heather was used to a lifetime of labor. Her parents were poor and her father was an alcoholic, so she had to earn everything she had in life. She had been playing lacrosse since high school, mostly because she liked hitting other girls with large sticks, and there weren't any hockey teams where she grew up. She considered herself to be a rebel. She had gotten her tongue, ears and nose all pierced, leaving her with enough metal on her face to set off metal detectors at airports. She had a tattoo of a snake that went from just above one hand, up her arm, across her shoulders and down the other side. She called it her "Midgard Serpent." She had long black hair and piercing blue eyes. Her body was lean and muscular, and she had a teardrop ass that many men (quietly) drooled over. Heather and Laurie were sitting up in the front of the jeep, as they tolerated each other only slightly more than they tolerated Alice. That and while she may have been dumb as a post, Laurie was easy on the eyes and Heather was openly bisexual.

And then their was Alice, who could was often described as nondescript. She had shoulder-length, plain brown hair. She always wore non-revealing and plain clothes, and she never wore makeup. She was actually somewhat pretty, though her overall presence was so drab that most people never gave her a second glance. She had gentle but generous curves which no one except her had probably ever seen. She seemed devoutly religious, quoting the scriptures with frightening regularity. It drove the other two girls completely insane.

They had been driving for hours through the vast emptiness of central Texas, with only low hills and the occasional shrub to break up the monotony. Unfortunately, they had entrusted their road map to Laurie. In a fit of typical Laurie brilliance, she had lost it trying to swat a fly. She had pursued the hapless insect outside the car while attempting to shuffle it loose this mortal coil. Heather, with great volume and no small amount of foul language, attempted to explain that once the offending bug was outside the car, it was no longer necessary to plot its death. At that point, Laurie had lost her grip on the map, which fluttered off the bridge they were crossing and into the creek below. Heather had then adopted the policy of taking whichever road led in the general direction of south, before finally and grudgingly admitting she had no idea where ‘south' was, as the sun was almost directly overhead. As afternoon and evening progressed, they found that they had actually been heading almost directly west, and were probably no closer to their final destination than when they started. 

It was getting late and they were getting desperate. Heather saw a one-lane dirt road she assumed was a county highway that appeared to be heading south, so she took the turn. After following it for half an hour with no signs of civilization, Heather admitted to having made another wrong turn. Then, the hood of Heather's old jeep erupted in smoke and steam and the car started jerking as it began decelerating. The vehicle came to a complete stop and they all scrambled to get out. Heather grabbed a rag out of the front seat and managed to get the hood open. It was hard to make out the problem at first, as there was more smoke drifting around than at the back room of a college frat party. Eventually, she discerned the culprit. She had just shot a rod through the entire engine.

"What the . . ."she started. That shouldn't have happened! The engine had been fine! Unless . . . "Laurie," she said from between clenched teeth, "did you put oil in this morning like I asked?"

"Yep!" the girl said, her lips smacking as she chewed her gum like a cow with its cud.

Heather glanced back into the car, staring around until she noticed something rather disturbing. The normally blue liquid in the windshield washer reservoir was incredibly dark and murky. "YOU IDIOT!" she screamed, looking for a stick or something with which to bludgeon the blonde girl with. "YOU PUT OIL IN WITH THE WINDSHIELD-WIPER FLUID!"

Even a dumb animal like Laurie instinctively realized the presence of a predator, and she tore off down the road with the black-haired girl in hot pursuit. Alice chased after them, screaming something about forgiveness and understanding. Both the predator and prey screamed at her to shut the hell up.

Alice finally stopped. "C'mon," she yelled. "It's not THAT bad, is it?"

At that exact moment, the jeep seemed to catch fire. Heather screamed and ran to grab the extinguisher out of the back of the jeep. Since the flames were coming from the front, she was able to retrieve the device and hose down the flames before the jeep exploded. Once the vehicle was stabilized, she threw the extinguisher to the ground, mourning the demise of her car.

Alice turned to look Heather. Heather turned to look at Laurie. Laurie turned and ran like hell down the road. Heather and Alice both gave chase, but this time Alice wasn't thinking about forgiveness. She wanted to ring that bimbo's neck. Then a pair of headlights penetrating the encroaching darkness and a truck pulled up. The vehicle appeared to be a vintage Ford truck, though only Heather appreciated that fact.

"Oh dear Lord," Alice muttered. "It's probably some inbred farmer whose come to rape and kill us and dump our bodies in with his pigs so they can devour the evidence."

Heather and Laurie, who had stopped running, both turned and looked at her. "Where the hell do you come up with this shit?" said Heather with a look of incredulity on her face.

"There's no need to cuss," Alice replied primly.

"Shut up!" the other two girls said simultaneously.

The truck came to a complete stop, and then a stunningly beautiful young woman climbed out of the cab. She was a slim girl with long legs extending from her Daisy Duke cut-offs. She wore a plaid shirt that was tied off above the navel, exposing a trim waist and narrow hips. She had small, pert breasts that were partially exposed as the shirt didn't seem to be actually buttoned. She had curly, pale-blonde hair that fell all the way to her waistline, which was kept out of her eyes by a red bandana. She also seemed to be carrying a shotgun, which everyone was able to appreciate.

"Hi," the girl said in a bubbly fashion that seemed quite out of place from someone holding a weapon. "I'm sorry, but you all are on private property, so we're gonna have to ask your business." The three girls just stared at her. "Hello? Anyone in there? Did . . .Oh, the gun. Sorry, we got a little nervous when we saw the flames." The girl put the shotgun in the rack on the rear window of the truck.

"She keeps saying ‘we'," whispered Alice. "She must be one of those psychos who live on their own and make soup bowls out the skulls of dead animals." 

"Shut up!" the other girls said again.

"Actually," interrupted the new woman, "I was referring to my girlfriends and I. We live on a farm a mile down the road. This is our driveway. And my hearing is quite good."

"Well, the short story is my jeep blew a rod, exploded, and now we're stuck out here. We were on our way to Clear Lake so we could . . ."

"Clear Lake?" the girl interrupted. "You are heading in the way-wrong direction girls. You're on the wrong side of the state for that."

Heather gave a dirty look to Laurie, Alice gave a dirty look to Heather, and Laurie looked at the dirt underneath her shoes. 

"Look," said Heather at last. "Could we borrow your phone or something? We need to get a hold of the people at the camp and let them know what happened and then I need to call my insurance. Too bad my policy doesn't cover acts of BLATANT STUPIDITY!" she screamed at Laurie.

"Man, I sense some totally negative energy here. You should just chill. Sure, you can borrow the phone. Oh, where are my manners. My name is Fredericka, but you can call me Freddie. So anyone who doesn't want to stand around like a silly-nilly in the middle of a dirt road all night, hop in the truck. I can take one other person up front with me and the other two can hop in the back. The three girls grabbed their singed and smoldering suitcases, and then Laurie instantly lunged into the passenger seat so she could be next to the one person who didn't want to kill her. The other two climbed into the back, and Fredericka headed back down the road.

As the truck moved along, Alice started complaining again. "I think she's one of those lesbians," she said.

Heather rolled her eyes. "So am I you twit!"

"I thought you were a bicycle?"

"That's ‘bisexual.' Friggin' moron."

"There is no need to be crass. But it means you like guys sometimes too, right? So you could still be saved?" There was almost an air of desperation to the question.

"It's not something you can be ‘saved' from, you sanctimonious windbag. Now say one more word and I'll throw you out of the back of the truck." That threat would have been much more convincing if the truck weren't in the process of stopping.

They had arrived in what appeared to be a ghost town. There were boarded up old buildings and a smattering of derelict houses. "You live here?" asked Laurie with some contempt. They were parked in front of what appeared to be an Old West saloon. It appeared to be an all-wooden structure that was in miscellaneous states of repair. 

"No, we live down there. Last house on the left." The house Fredericka was pointing at was a well maintained, two-story, gothic-style house. A white picket fence and a number of flower gardens surrounded it. "I parked down here because the sound of this thing's engine gives Jane a headache. We don't know why." She escorted the trio of frightened young women to the very comfy looking house. Heather noticed the young woman always seemed to have a spring in her step and was prone to random acts of twirling. 

When they got to the front of the house, there was a woman waiting on the porch. From the moment the three girl's eyes locked on that that woman, they realized that her presence almost screamed elegance. She was older than their rescuer, appearing to be in her early to mid thirties. She had straight, silky and smooth brown hair, and deep amber eyes. She had high cheekbones and a neck that might well be described as delicate. She was easily six feet tall, and she appeared to have a lithe figure with delicate curves under her silk gown.

"Thank you for remembering to park down the street, young one."

"No problem. I know how your headaches can get." Fredericka bounded up the steps and gave the graceful woman an almost childlike hug. But the kiss they promptly exchanged was far more mature.

"Unfortunately, Michelle's chores have made more than enough noise. But enough of that. Who are these lovely young ladies and how did they come our way?"

The three girls were almost in awe of the woman's presence. Her voice was perfectly clear and her manner of speaking was noble and articulate.

"Their car exploded. I'll let them explain the rest."

"Very well. Please go get Michelle and let her know that dinner is almost ready." The woman turned to the three newcomers. "Again, where are my manners? My name is Jane Voorhees, and this is my humble home," she said with a graceful wave of an arm. "Might I inquire as to the nature of your plight?"

"No, we weren't flying, we were driving," said Laurie while smacking her gum.

"She said ‘plight,' not ‘flight,'" interjected Heather tiredly. "The short story is, we were on our way to Clear Lake to work as counselors for a religious-based band camp. We got lost . . . apparently, really lost . . . on our way. I took this road hoping that it might lead us in the general direction of where we wanted to be. Then my jeep blew a rod, and then it exploded."

"My," said Jane, her eyes wide as saucers. "You might consider yourselves fortunate to have escaped unharmed."

"I guess so," Heather muttered. "Anyway, could we borrow your phone? We need to call the camp, call my insurance people . . ."

"Yes, yes. Of course you can make use of our facilities. We will do whatever we can to assist you. And I insist on you joining us for dinner. I always make extra anyway. We're having the most delightful chicken parmesan, fresh garlic bread and assorted greens. I hope that will be to your liking."

The three girls were practically drooling, as none of them had eaten since early that morning.

"There you go," boomed a voice from behind them. "You're feedin' strays again. Ya know that once they've tasted yer cookin', they just don't seem to leave!" The woman from whom the voice emanated emerged from the shadows behind them. The woman, who they assumed was Michelle, was huge. Not as in fat, but as in strong enough to throw a beer keg over a ten-foot wall as if she were playing volleyball. Heather was convinced the woman had been a bodybuilder at some point in her past. She was thicker in the midsection than most women she knew. Her arms were obviously powerful, her neck and shoulders were well-muscled and her face was a bit broader than the other two. But she was still a handsome woman, and she had the look of someone who, while powerful, had retired from active competition. She was wearing a leather smock that was stained in many places with a dark substance. The smock was straining against the woman's more-than-ample chest. Heather had known some heavy lifters who got breast augmentation, so the woman's bust-size didn't surprise her. Michelle had spiky and short red hair, and she was just a few inches shorter than Jane. Fredericka came bounding up beside the intimidating woman, and Michelle blatantly grabbed her ass as she went by. The younger woman just smiled and continued up the steps and into the house.

Jane spoke to her as she went in, "Please set an additional three places for dinner. We have company."

The ‘company' was taken aback by it all. This was like some crazy dream. They just hoped it didn't turn into a nightmare.

Jane spoke to them directly. "It might be a few minutes before dinner is ready. If you'd like, you could start making your telephone inquiries while we wait." She escorted the three girls into the house. Even Laurie, a fashion snob, was impressed.

The interior of the house was immaculately clean and tastefully decorated. There were vases full of flowers and paintings decorated the walls. The whole thing just seemed . . . well, homey. 

Alice was terrified. She kept looking at the muscular woman's smock. "Does that look like blood to you?" she asked of Heather as her eyes traveled up and down Michelle's front. Heather rolled her eyes.

"Excuse me . . . Michelle? This person next to me was wondering if that's blood on your apron from some murder victim or another?"

Jane and Freddie stopped in their tracks with looks of utter bemusement. Alice looked absolutely embarrassed. Michelle seemed to be pondering the question seriously. 

"Murder victim? Is it Friday already?" Then she smiled a big, Texas-sized grin. "Nah. A lot of it is from when I was using the chainsaw earlier, but what I was cuttin' up was already dead."

Alice gasped and looked ready to panic.

"Calm down! Damn this one is fun to play with! I was cuttin' down standin' deadwood sweetie. Leave it up and it turns into a fire hazard, and we've had a dry summer already. Wound up with a leak in the chain lubricant reservoir, and I got the shit all over me."

Alice blushed, but whether from making a fool of herself or being called ‘sweetie' by the powerful woman was a bit of a mystery to her.

Heather got on the phone and utilized a calling card to get a hold of someone at the camp. She told them of the situation and asked if someone might be able to come pick them up. Unfortunately, the camp wasn't able to use the few vans it actually owned for non-camp activities, and none of the other counselors seemed willing to make the drive. Heather hung up the phone, bitterly cursing the whole lot of those hypocritical bastards under her breath. She then talked to her insurance company. The representative couldn't help laughing when he heard about what had happened to the vehicle, which his client found less than amusing. He then informed her that, just as she had suspected, her policy didn't cover that particular situation, but he did advise her to pursue the matter in civil court. At least that was a helpful suggestion, and she hung up the phone.


Lost in Texas Ch. 01



"Great," she said, turning around and finding Jane waiting nearby.

"I take it things didn't go well?"

"I'm screwed. Pardon my French. No one will come get us and my insurance doesn't cover any of what happened. So we're stranded out here."

"Don't worry child. We'll work something out. What you need is a warm meal and a good night's rest. Follow me."

Heather couldn't imagine NOT doing what the tall woman asked. She followed her to the dining room where everyone else was already sitting. The food smelled wonderful, and Heather was about ready to dig in when their hostesses bowed their heads and Michelle actually began to say grace. Alice looked incredibly surprised by this turn of events, but slightly pleased. The guests followed suit, but didn't have to wait long. Even with her thick Texas accent, Michelle said grace very quickly and graciously. But as soon as it was over, the muscular woman was grabbing food with both hands.

The three visitors dived in, and everything tasted wonderful. Even while shoveling food into her mouth Alice seemed to be keeping a close eye on the residents. Jane ate slow, savoring each bite. Freddie seemed to spend as much time playing with her food as she did eating it and Michelle consumed her faire with the ferocity of a shark. For some reason, Alice spent more time watching the latter woman's behavior than the previous two's. She convinced herself it was because Michelle was the most threatening.

"So, what are you young ladies going to do for transportation?" asked Jane.

"I'll call my daddy," returned Laurie. "He and mom should be back from Paris tonight. That's in France!" she finished, as if she had just said something brilliant.

"Technically, there is also a Paris here in Texas, but we understand what you meant."

"Call your dad then, and tell him how you owe me a new friggin' jeep." Heather felt the hostility returning after laying dormant for the meal.

"I'm sure he'll take care of everything," she said meekly, still afraid for her physical welfare.

"Ladies, I must insist on maintaining a civil demeanor while in our house."

"Sorry," said Heather, somewhat insincerely. She then blanched a bit as Jane turned her gaze on the young woman and raised an eyebrow. 

"So what happened to your jeep? I don't mean to brag . . ." started Michelle.

"Though that never stops you," interrupted Freddie with a smile.

"Hush you. Anyway . . ."

"I shot a rod and then the engine caught fire. I would have to buy a whole new engine at this point."

"Hmm. I don't think I've got a spare lying around that would fit a four-wheel drive, particularly a jeep. Had you been havin' any oil leaks?" Michelle asked as Laurie tried sinking into her chair.

"No. One of my PASSENGERS failed to inform me she didn't know how to put in the oil when I asked her to do so, and she put in with the windshield washing fluid."

Michelle started to snicker, instinctively realizing who had probably made the mistake. She excused herself from the table and walked outside. The five remaining women heard laughter erupt from out on the front porch. Laurie blushed some more. Michelle walked back in, looked at Laurie and then walked back out again, followed by more laughter.

"Freddie dear, please go make sure Michelle remembers to breathe, and I'll show these young ladies to their rooms."

Freddie gave Jane a quick kiss before heading out to try and control Michelle's fits of laughter. As soon as Jane headed towards the staircase, the three visitors heard Freddie laughing as well. Jane smiled. "Those are my girls." She led the trio of young women upstairs. They had several guestrooms apparently, letting each girl have her own. Which was probably for the best, as none of them felt like talking to any of the others.

"Breakfast is at seven. If you would like to join us, you are more than welcome. We all have a number of chores to do tomorrow, but let us know what you plan to do." With that, she descended the stairs to retrieve her chortling housemates.

"This is insane," Alice said while the girls were still in the hallway. "We have no idea who these people are. Anyone who lives like this . . ."

"Like what? In a nice house with good food? What a bunch of savages!" Heather walked into her room and slammed the door shut.

"How was I supposed to know there was a Paris in Texas," Laurie grumbled. "Do they have their own Eiffel Tower too?" She closed her door.

Alice went into her room. She had to admit it didn't look like a serial killer's room, though she wasn't sure what one WOULD look like. She locked the door and put a chair under the knob. She went to make sure the window was locked, but found herself staring at the magnificent view. Far away from the lights of the city, she saw a night sky that was filled to the brim with stars. She hadn't seen that many stars since she was a child visiting her grandmother's farm. She reluctantly tore her gaze away from the window and curled up, fully dressed except for her shoes, into the warm comfortable bed. Despite her fear and anxiety, she was asleep almost instantly.

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A few hours later . . . 

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She awoke in the middle of the night, realizing she badly needed to go to the bathroom but not knowing where it was. She removed the chair and unlocked the door before moving out into the hallway. She knew the two doors next to her led to her companions' rooms, so she headed in the opposite direction. The first door she tried was a closet and the second held a furnace. Then she saw light from underneath a door at the end of the hallway. She crept up to it, but as she put her hand on the knob, she heard giggling inside. Not knowing why, she knelt down and peered through the old-fashioned keyhole.

Her view was minimal, but apparently this was the master bedroom, and the bed was directly across from the door. And all three of the women who lived there were in the bed together. Jane was lying on her back and Freddie was lying on her side next to the tall woman. They were caressing each other's breasts and kissing each other passionately. Michelle was spreading Jane's legs apart, and the powerful woman seemed to be wearing some kind of device. Alice saw the tip of what appeared to be a large, plastic phallus protruding from some kind of special underwear or harness.

‘Good grief,' thought Alice. ‘She's not going to . . .'

But it turned out that Michelle was going to do just that. She pushed the head in between Jane's vaginal lips and into the cavern below. Jane gasped as she was penetrated, but had a look of joy on her face. Michelle began to pump gently, eliciting more pleasurable expressions from the recipient of the device. Alice was aghast that this was occurring under the same roof she was staying. But she couldn't tear her eyes away. She was looking straight at Michelle's taut, muscular buttocks as they thrust forward and then back. She marveled at the strength they must possess.

Suddenly Alice stood up and backed away from the door. ‘No,' she thought. ‘I can't be having those feelings. Not again.' She checked the doors to either side of her and found one of them to be a bathroom. She utilized the facilities and then hurried back to her own room with her heart pounding in her chest. This time, sleep did not come easily as thoughts of Michelle's muscular ass filled her thoughts. At one point, she got on her knees to pray, but realized she had no idea what she was praying for.


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The next morning . . . 

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The three visitors were gently woken the next morning by tapping on their doors and Freddie's voice informing them that breakfast was ready. The three girls made their way groggily downstairs. None of them were used to getting up that early. Their hostesses had apparently already showered and gotten dressed. Alice noticed that Michelle wasn't wearing her smock, and that her artificially inflated breasts were partially visible through the front of her plaid shirt.

Breakfast consisted of bacon, eggs and sausage as well as pancakes. The three girls were all quite delighted with it all, and even Heather seemed less inclined to scream at someone that she normally would be. A call from Laurie revealed that her father was still out of contact, as his plane had been delayed. So the girls were still stuck.

"Well," said Jane, "we do have satellite television. Feel free to view it as you like. We will be in and out all day."

The three girls, even Laurie, felt a little sheepish about sitting around the house while the three women who had been so nice to them went out to work. 

"Listen," Heather asked, "is there anything we could do to help?"

"What a sweet offer. But you are our guests. We couldn't possibly . . ."

"Want to help me tow your jeep out of our driveway?" interrupted Freddie. "And then I could use a hand in the saloon."

"Freddie, that really isn't necessary."

"No," said Heather. "I'll do it. I didn't really want to sit around here anyway," she added, glaring at her two traveling companions.

"Maybe it is a good idea then," said Jane, realizing that leaving the three young women alone together might leave Jane and her companions with some bodies to bury. She glanced at Laurie.

"I'm . . . I'm not that good at physical labor . . . or anything."

"Nonsense child. I was going to work on redecorating the old general store this morning, and I think you would be a perfect assistant."

"Redecorating?" the girl asked as her eyes lit up. "I can do that!"

Alice felt strangely vulnerable at that moment. Much like Laurie, she had doubts about her ability to be of any help to these women.

"Well," said Michelle, looking the poor young woman over, "I was going to ride down south and check the herd if you're interested. Could use another set of eyes countin' heads."

"Sure," Alice said, almost afraid to meet the woman's eyes. But when she did, Michelle was smiling, and she didn't seem at all threatening.

"But you might want to changed into some long pants so ya don't get burrs on your legs."

"Burrs? Are we going to need to be getting out of the truck that often?"

"Truck? Girlie, I said ‘ride' south. We're takin' the horses."

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Out at the stables . . .

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Alice and Michelle wandered over to the horse stalls, which looked very much like they would have a hundred years earlier. Alice was noticing that some of those ‘dilapidated' buildings were actually holding together quite well. Michelle explained that they were actually restoring the old buildings from the inside out, trying to maintain the old-West flare. They were planning on turning the ghost town into a bed and breakfast tourist spot.

"It'll let us bring in some more cash while still letting us control who all comes on the property," she explained. Michelle had ventured into the stables with Alice close behind. "Ever ridden before?"

"When I was younger," Alice replied softly. Then she found her voice. "My grandma and grandpa had a farm with horses on it. My grandpa taught me to ride when I was six. I used to ride all the time, but haven't done it in years."

"Shame. Once I learned how, I couldn't imagine not bein' able to do it. This here horse is named Wyatt, and I've had ‘em near fifteen years. I've taken ‘em with me everywhere I've gone. He was a gift from my grandpa when I was twelve. My folks didn't think it too seemly for their only daughter to be ridin', but I didn't care and neither did grandpappy."

"Are you an only child?"

"Hell no. You think I got to lookin' like this for my own health? I started exercisin' to keep up with six older brothers." She stopped to toss a saddle onto another of the three horses in the stall. "This here is Josephine, and she's Jane's horse. She's a sweet girl, so you shouldn't have any problems with her." The horse in question was tall and of a deep-red color. Wyatt looked like an old draft horse, gunmetal gray with a splotch of white on the forehead. They got the two horses ready and headed south.

Alice found herself having the best time of her life. Michelle was sharp in both wit and tongue, and she had Alice laughing at her myriad of strange adventures. She had worked as a stable hand, a rodeo clown, an amateur bodybuilder, a waitress and a handy man. She and her brothers had learned to build just about anything from just about everything. She was a good mechanic, carpenter and even electrician. And she only had a high-school education.

Michelle started on the story of how she and Jane had met. She had been working for a company that did general repairs for a large number of apartment buildings in a major metropolitan city. She had got called in to take care of a plumbing problem, and it turned out to be Jane's apartment. She was a professor at a nearby university and best-selling author back then. Michelle thought she had been snooty and uptight at first. But then she started asking questions and taking a real interest in what Michelle was doing. She called her company and asked for her specifically whenever she had a problem.

"One thing you should know about Jane is that the only thing that gets under her skin is thinkin' that there is some kind of knowledge out there that she hasn't learned yet. She is the smartest woman I've ever met. Then she and I got involved and . . . I'm sorry, I keep forgettin' you're probably not comfortable with . . ."

"No, it's okay. I just find the whole issue very confusing."

"So did I. I hated myself for a long time because of how I felt about women. I used to be a lot like you before I turned eighteen and headed off on my own. I spent a lot of time prayin' for myself and everyone else. As it turned out, I kind of liked livin'. And then somethin' occurred to me that hadn't before."

"What."

Michelle turned towards Alice and had a look of tranquility on her pretty face. "I do believe in God. And I believe he made all of us and that he doesn't make mistakes. There are a lot of choices to be made that are up to me, but who I'm attracted to ain't one of ‘em. And for me to pretend to be something other than just what I am is to act in defiance of what He made me. And I don't believe he's gonna punish me for bein' who I am. Do you follow me?"

"Yes," said Alice, suddenly feeling much better about everything. She found herself staring at Michelle's muscular ass, bound in denim and bouncing up and down on the saddle. ‘Stop that,' she thought to herself.

They rode over the crest of a small hill and looked down at the grasslands below, and again Alice found herself short of breath. "I thought . . . are those . . .?"

The animals that roamed below weren't the common cows she had been expecting. Rather, they were buffalo. 

"What? I just said we were going to check the herd!" Michelle was grinning. She knew the look on the young girl's face as she looked down at the magnificent animals. She used to have that expression on her own face. "Start countin'. We should be at one-hundred and twenty."

The animals were still very much wild at heart, so they couldn't get too close. The two of them rode around the herd, but trying to get an accurate count was hard as the buffalo roamed all over the place. Eventually they wound up with a count that was close to where they thought they should be. At one point, a massive male sauntered over and stood directly in Alice's path. She was amazed at the power and strength of the creature. She also began to realize how much she respected that kind of power when used wisely. The beast wasn't looking for a fight, it was just letting her know who was boss on the range. But the bull wandered off when Michelle rode up. 

"They're magnificent!"

"If you think that's cool . . ." said Michelle as she moved her horse closer to the main group. The buffalo started moving, slowly at first before moving to a full speed sprint. Alice and Michelle rode beside the herd at full gallop. Alice's heart couldn't have beat any faster without turning into a medical condition. Buffalo at rest were impressive enough. When they were surging across the plains like a living tide, they were beautiful. The whole of Texas shuddered beneath their hooves. The wind whipped through Alice's hair and the sun beat down on her face. She wasn't just listening to thunder; she was riding along side of it. Finally the herd slowed and stopped at a water tank.

"That was incredible!" Alice shouted. As Michelle rode up next to her, Alice threw her arms around the muscular woman's neck. "Thank you," she said. 

Even Michelle was a little taken aback by the girl's change in attitude. The mistrust was gone. The fear was gone. The young woman seemed to be truly alive for the first time in her life. And . . . and she had been holding on for much longer than necessary.

As her arms encircled that powerful neck, Alice realized how wonderful Michelle smelled, musty and thick. ‘No, I can't think that . . .'

"Uhm, sweetie? You can let go now." There was a pause. "But you don't have to if . . . oh hell!" Michelle grabbed Alice by the waist and pulled her into the powerful woman's lap. She looked into Alice's eyes. "I knew it. I was right about you wasn't I?"

"But . . . how?"

"No one clings to the cross like you do without being at least a little afraid of being devoured by the lions. You've been running for a long time, and you've been staring at my ass for half the trip out here." Alice blushed furiously. "But you need to be sure. So maybe you should think about . . ." She was cut off by face-full of young woman.

Alice whispered into Michelle's ear. "I've spent my entire life either hating who I was or being afraid of who I might become. Right now I feel good, and I don't want that feeling to go away."

"Girl, feeling good is just the beginning."

"But what about Jane and Freddie?"

Michelle smiled. "Don't worry. We've all gone explorin' off the home range from time to time, and we're all good with it. Hell, I'd be willin' to bet they're trying to get into your friends' pants right now."

"They aren't my friends."

"Maybe you should think things over and give them another chance. But for right now, we need to get to get our own business done." Michelle pulled the young woman against her ample chest and kissed her. There was no hesitation on Alice's part, which was encouraging. She was willing, though not experienced. Michelle pushed her tongue past the young woman's lips and explored her mouth. Alicia tentatively responded in kind, and Michelle moaned her approval. Michelle grabbed the younger girl's hand and slid it into her shirt. Alice got a firm grip on one of those enormous, firm breasts.

Alice broke the kiss, but out of need for breath rather than from second thoughts. "Did it hurt? Getting these put in?" She squeezed the breast again, enjoying the sensation. 

"There was discomfort at first. They needed to be massaged for weeks. Ooh! Kind of like you're doin' now."

Alice stuck used her other hand to pull the end of the shirt out of Michelle's skintight jeans and unbutton it, leaving both breasts free for her eager hands. She fondled, groped, pulled and prodded Michelle's enormous tits. She felt the steel-like muscles of her abdomen and traced the muscled along the small of her back.

"I don't know what you're lookin' for hon, but I think it's a little south." Michelle reached around her own back, grabbed Alice's hands and placed them firmly on the muscular woman's denim-clad ass. "You know, this would be much easier on the ground."

"So you want to get off?"

Michelle grinned. "That's my plan little one." She lowered Alice to the ground before swinging down herself. She pulled the saddle blankets from the horses and threw them onto the ground. Alice was staring at the other woman. Her shirt had fallen to the ground, leaving the muscular woman standing in the tall grass wearing nothing but tight jeans, a cowboy hat and a smile. Alice felt herself getting even warmer. Michelle move at what might best be considered a mosey, unzipping her jeans as she went. Once on the saddle blankets, she shirked her boots and pants. She wasn't wearing any underwear. "Is this what you want?" Alice's hand found their way back to Michelle's ass.




Lost in Texas Ch. 01



"Yes. This is what I want. By the way, what the hell do you do to get your butt like this? Mine's kind of fat and . . ." This time Michelle interrupted with a kiss, but there was nothing timid about it. She also reached down and grabbed Alice's recently referenced round ass, causing the girl to almost instinctively wrap her legs around Michelle's muscular waist. The kissing became more heated, and Michelle was frantically trying to unbutton Alice's blouse.

Finally Alice became frustrated. She put her feet back on the ground and helped unbutton her shirt, then discarded her shorts and panties. She was naked. She was naked in the middle of the plains in the middle of Texas with a heavily muscled cowgirl with huge boobs. ‘This is kind of cool,' she thought.

Michelle pulled her close against that rock hard body. "Seein' as you're knew to this, I figured we might play a little game of copycat."

"How do you play?" asked Alice huskily. Michelle lay her down on the blankets, then knelt above on the round a few feet above her head.

"Everything I do, you do. It's quite simple."

Alice was looking at the older woman's upside-down face as it approached, and their lips connected a gain. Kissing upside down was a little awkward but fairly exciting. They kissed for several minutes. Then Michelle crawled down Alice's body until they were face-to-breast with one another. Alice felt the strong woman's lips on her soft nipples and hands caressing her breasts. Alice liked this game. She did as was being done to her, sucking and fondling Michelle's mouthwatering melons.

"You learn quick, young one. And yer teets are so soft I could just eat ‘em up. Which is what I was pretty much plannin' on doin' anyway."

Alice released her suction on one of Michelle's nipples. "So what happens next?"

"Magic," said Michelle as she crawled a little further. 

Alice found herself looking at a perfect, clean-shaven pussy for the first time in her young life. She felt her own bush being gently pushed aside and her virgin opening being spread by Michelle's tongue. Stars seemed to be spinning around her head and her heart leapt into her throat as she experienced a pleasure unlike anything she had ever imagined before. Her belly seemed to be on fire as Michelle licked her wet . . . pussy. ‘Yes,' she thought, ‘I like that word.' She turned her attention to the pussy in front of her. She stuck out her tongue and gently inserted the tip into the slit. It was wet and warm and tasted almost like honey to her. She remembered the rules of the game and started licking that tasty treat in the same way her own sex was being devoured by her powerful lover. She felt a tongue flick across her clitoris, and then her world seemed to explode. Her body tensed and shuddered, and sweat seemed to be leaking out onto her skin. The world seemed brighter as pleasure flooded through her and overloaded her senses. As she climaxed, it was as if the rest of the universe ceased to exist.

"Damn girl. That was the sweetest orgasm I've every seen!"

"It was the most incredible one I've ever had. Actually . . ." Alice blushed furiously, not sure how to get the words out. "Actually, it was the only one I've ever had. I . . . I'm . . ."

"You're kiddin'? Right? Holy shit, you're . . ."

"You could tell I was gay, but not that I was a virgin? You need to get that radar checked."

Michelle actually seemed embarrassed. "If I had known, I would've tried makin' it a bit more special and . . ."

"It was special. I couldn't imagine a better first time. Now if you don't mind, my dad always taught me to finish what I started." With that, she went back to work on Michelle's swollen mound. She did her best despite her inexperience. As she worked, Michelle brought her to a second orgasm, which seemed just as wonderful as the first. Finally she managed to return the favor. She was enchanted as the muscles in Michelle's abdomen tensed and constricted, forcing her sweet nectar from the depths of her body. Rather than trying to devour it all, she let it drip onto her face. The smell of it was intoxicating and the feel of it was exhilarating. Michelle turned around and lay down next to her.

"I . . . I saw you last night. With Jane and Freddie."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I kind of spied on you through the keyhole. You were wearing this thing . . ."

"A strap-on?"

"I guess that's what they call it. Anyway," she said shyly, "do you think maybe you could . . . you know, get it and . . ." She was blushing furiously.

Michelle was taken aback by the boldness of it. "Do you know what you're asking?"

"Yes, I do. I want you to take my virginity completely. I want it to be you."

The muscular woman felt deeply honored somehow. This young woman wanted to surrender her innocence to Michelle, and she had only known her for a day. "Okay," she responded. "But it might get kind of noisy." She thought about it. "Unless you want your traveling companions to hear the whole thing, sneak out after lights-out and meet me at the saloon. And if you shave down your bikini area a bit, I'll make it worth your while."

Alice blushed but agreed to the plan. They got dressed, got the horses and headed back to the house, both sporting great big smiles.

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Earlier that same day . . . 

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Heather was in a foul mood already. She was standing on the dirt road staring at the carcass of her jeep. How could that girl have been so utterly stupid?!? She crawled under the car and Freddie handed her the tow cables. 

"Stupid friggin' . . . if brains were electricity . . . grumble . . ."

Freddie sat on the tailgate of the truck. "Just out of curiosity," she said over the constant complaining, "are you ever happy? Ever?"

"Of course I'm fucking happy! I'm happy all the fucking time! Just not when oxygen-wasting bimbo turns my car into a Fourth of July show! Are you ever NOT cheerful?"

"Not really. Not anymore."

"Not anymore? What, did you throw tantrums as a kid?" She grunted as she finally got the cables cinched up tight and crawled out from under the vehicle.

"Nah. I was really big into the protest scene in college."

"Protest scene?"

"Yeah, we protested everything we could think of. Animal testing, pollution, big business, small business, too much government regulation, not enough government regulation . . . It got so bad sometimes that I would show up at a rally with a sign that had nothing to do with the cause at hand. I was pissed off at the world and wanted to tell everybody all about it."

"Why were you pissed off?"

"I dunno. I think it was because my parents didn't buy me that bicycle when I was twelve. Just kidding. Part of it was that my parents always talked about the causes they marched for when they were younger. I thought what they did was so cool that I wanted to do it too. Problem was, I didn't really believe or even understand half the issues I was complaining about. Jane was teaching a class at the university I was going to, and she had an open door policy to her students. I would go in there to let off steam sometimes. She was so patient," the girl said with a dreamy expression. "She pointed out that there was a fine line between passion and insanity, and without direction the former inevitably becomes the latter. I had never bothered to actually sit down and figure out what I believed in. And it occurred to me that I had never really been happy. That's the problem when you decide to hate the world. The world just sits there and takes everything you dish out until there's nothing left. Jane helped me see that."

Heather was contemplating what the beautiful young woman was talking about. She found herself trying to remember the last time she had been truly content or happy, or the last time she hadn't been trying to make a statement about something. "Is that when you and Jane . . .?"

"Got together. Yeah. I finished her class and I wasn't going to take any of her other classes. So I dropped by her office to thank her for everything she had done. That's when her open door policy became an ‘open legs' policy. It's kind of funny. Once her tongue was inside me, it was the first time I didn't want to protest that I could remember."

Heather's jaw hit her chest. She couldn't quite believe what this girl was talking about so blatantly. Freddie caught her staring. 

"What? You knew I was gay, and so are Jane and Michelle. I had you pegged for gay too."

"I am. Well, I play both sides anyway."

"Well anyhow, what I'm saying is that yes, Laurie screwed up. Judging by the way she talked about ‘mommy and daddy,' I doubt she's ever had to really do anything for herself. Once someone like that is out in the real world, it's hard for them to ask for help. Sometimes, they just stop caring and play dumb."

"I don't think she's playing."

"See, there you go again. Nothing but negativity." The lovely young woman leaned back and put her hands on the bed of the truck. The delicate muscles of her abdomen and stomach were a marvel to watch as the lean girl breathed in and out. Heather had realized that Freddie was beautiful, but now she was just plain sexy. She had on a tight white tank-top and her long blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She looked like a pinup girl from one of those ‘Prairie Gal' calendars that boys drooled over. She was looking right at Heather as if sizing her up. She slowly spread her legs, letting Heather get a good look at the skin on the inside of her thighs.

"You know," Freddie continued with a voice that had taken a huskier tone, "what you need is to just let go." Heather had wandered over to secure the other end of the straps when suddenly Freddie's long legs snaked out, encircled Heather's waist and drew the stunned girl in.

"What are you . . .?"

". . . doing?" finished Freddie. "I spent a lot of my life saying things I didn't understand and didn't mean. I don't have time for it anymore. So here's the scoop. I think you need to get your happy-groove on so you can stop being pissy. And I find you pretty sexy and would love to know what that tongue-stud of yours feels like. So how about we make ourselves happy by climbing in the back of this truck and fucking like rabbits until the cows come home. Well, until the buffalo come home if you wanted to get technical."

Heather's brain was reeling. When she had first saw Freddie, she felt the girl would be fun to take a tumble with. Out the blue, the girl was practically molesting her in the back of a truck in the middle of the road.

While Heather was confused, Freddie was determined. She managed to get Heather's shorts unbuttoned and slid a hand into their confines. Heather was wearing an old pair of boxer shorts, not being one for ‘girly' products.

"Oh no," said Freddie. "Those just won't do. You really should consider a thong. You've got the ass for it."

"What . . . (gasp) . . . are you . . . doing?"

"Fingering your pussy from the feel of things. You know, for someone who makes fun of other people's intelligence, you seem to have some problems keeping up with this whole seduction thing." Freddie's fingers had slipped in the hole in the front of the shorts, and two of them were indeed penetrating Heather's body. Then the blonde girl kissed a bare spot on Heather's shoulder, then her neck and then her lips. Heather found herself kissing back out of instinct. And the fingers sliding through her warmth and teasing her lower lips were phenomenal. And . . .

"Wait . . . aren't you . . . oh fuck that feels good . . . aren't you with those . . . other two . . . people . . . who are girls . . . can't remember their names right now."

"We have an open relationship as long as we tell each other everything. I'll always find my way back to them, but right now, I really, REALLY want to have sex with you." She emphasized the second ‘really' by grabbing Heather's ass with her friend hand and squeezing her cheeks. "You so definitely have an ass that was meant to wear thongs." 

Heather had no idea what to do. The girl's gentle fingerings and not-so-gentle ass grab had her turned on like she couldn't believe. She didn't remember the last time she felt that good. Then it occurred to her that this was just what Freddie had been talking about. Heather really COULDN'T remember the last time she had been happy. She reached into Freddie's shirt with both hands and cupped her small, perky tits. Her nipples were so hard that they were just begging to be tweaked and tugged.

"Oh . . . See, now that's the spirit." While still fingering Heather, she managed to untie her shirt and give the girl free reign to molest her breasts. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her own shorts before she started fingering herself. "Two hands, two pussies. Now that's efficiency."

Heather leaned in and took one of those stiff nipples in her mouth, sucking on it before tracing over the tip with her tongue-stud. That got a jump out of Freddie. She gave the other breast the same treatment. She took her hands and stuck them into the back of the other girl's shorts and grabbed her tight little ass. This helped drive their bodies closer together and forced Freddie's fingers in deeper. 

"See, that's more like it," said Freddie. Her fingers were like magic, and Heather found herself having difficulty standing. Especially when she started to cum. 

"Oh God," she muttered as she leaned forward and supported her weight on the tailgate of the truck. Freddie knew she had the girl at her mercy and started nibbling on her ear as she fingered that warm cunt. She kept her finger moving all the way through Heather's orgasm, then pulled her finger out of the girl's shorts. She made a production of inserting it into her mouth and slowly pulling it out as she sucked Heather's juices from her skin.

"See? Was that so bad?"

Heather was gasping. It had been a while for her, and this was the first intimate contact she had with someone who wasn't as angry at the world as she was. It felt . . . good. Freddie wrapped her arms around the tired young woman and pulled her onto the bed of the truck where they continued making out. Heather decided to take the initiative a little bit. She stood up and pulled Freddie to her feet, spinning the girl around until her hands were on the roof of the truck. She knelt behind the young woman and pulled her shorts down. Even Freddie's wet sex was beautiful! It was perfectly clean, and looked so swollen and ready to be fucked. Heather grabbed those ass cheeks and spread them wide open as she buried her tongue into Freddie's pussy. There was something cathartic about it all; two young women, naked in the back of an old Ford truck with the sun shining on their bare skin. Heather licked for all she was worth, even taking the time to rim the girl's asshole. That got a reaction that could only be described as pleasurable, so Heather kept it up. Then she stuck two fingers into Freddie's box and started feeling her way around. Her lover was so warm and willing that Heather found herself wishing she had a cock to fuck this sexual being out of her mind with.

Freddie was moaning and gripping the roof of the truck as if it were a life preserver. Then Heather stuck a finger in her ass, and Freddie went wild. She thrust back against Heather's hand, screaming for her to go harder and faster. Heather smiled and accommodated her.

"Hey, could you move one leg a little further back," she asked.

Freddie looked down at her with an expression of pure lust. "O . . . o . . . okay. Why?" she asked as she scooted one leg back. Heather scooted forward and pressed her crotch against that leg and started rubbing against it.

"Because you've got me so horny I could die." And that's the way things went for several minutes, with Heather rubbing her swollen mound against Freddie's leg while she fingered the gorgeous woman's cunt and ass. Finally Freddie couldn't take it anymore and a damn broke insider her. Heather was enchanted as the older girl's cum dripped down the insides of her legs, and Heather started licking the inside of the woman's thighs. Even as she was cleaning up the last of her lover's juices, Heather felt her own pussy spasm. She pressed it against Freddie's calf as she climaxed, taking a bite of the girl's butt cheek to prevent from screaming. Soon both girls were panting and gasping for breath.

Heather found her way to her feet and leaned her elbows on the hood of the truck, standing side by side and hip by hip with the leggy blonde. "So," she asked, "are we in a happy place yet?" Heather smiled and wiped the sweat from her brow.

Freddie slid a hand down the younger woman's back until it rested on her ass. "I think we're at the last rest stop before we get to the happy place." Her hand drifted a little lower and her index finger split Heather's vaginal walls, and her thumb slid into Heather's asshole so she was gripping the young woman like a bowling ball. "I'm ready to finish the trip if you are!"

Heather leaned over and kissed the woman, then stuck her own finger and thumb into Freddie's openings. "Ready when you are."

The two of them start pumping and twirling their fingers slowly, just enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. Their hips were swaying and grinding against the rear windshield of the truck.

"Ooh fuck! Remind me . . . oh yeah . . . remind me that I need to wash the truck . . . when we get back."

"Want any help?"

"Seeing you all wet? I could live with that."

They placed their chests on the warm roof of the truck as they frigged each other. There was a lot of grunting, groaning and four letter words flying through the air. Heather had never had anything up her ass before, but she was getting a kick out of the sensations Freddie's thumb was giving her.

"You have such a nice ass," grunted Freddie. "I would so like to get one of my toys and split your cheeks right down the middle." She upped the tempo of her fingers, making Heather squirm more than usual. "Would you like that? Would you like to feel one of my plastic cocks in your tight little bum?" Her hand was working at a frenzied pace. She felt her body approached release, but so was Heather's. "Hunh? Do you want to get this tight little ass fucked?"

Heather was in a world of her own as another orgasm rendered her basic sensory and motor functions pretty much useless. All she could do was scream "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as her body quaked like the state of California on a bad day. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" was Freddie's contribution to that particular intellectual debate as her climax hit her and she smeared more of her girl-cum onto the back windshield. The two women just lay there for a minute with their chests on the top of the truck and their beautiful butts sticking out into the fresh afternoon air. Freddie was the first to find her voice.

"So, feeling any better?"

Heather had a satisfied look on her face, but there was still some anxiety there. "Feeling better, but it doesn't change everything."

"I know, but it's a start. I only have two favors. At least talk to Laurie and see if you can work something out."

Heather grumbled, but she seemed much more amenable to the idea after another kiss. "Okay, but I don't have to like it. What was the second favor?"

Freddie slapped her on the ass. "After your friends go to sleep, bring that delicious booty down to the saloon. Your mouth wrote a check your ass is gonna have to cash."

Heather was thinking dazedly back to the latter part of their conversation. "I did what now?"

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"I don't get it," whined Laurie. "Why can't we just call professional painters? This is so . . . messy!"

She and Jane had been staining the counter at the general store for an hour, and even the older woman's infinite patience was being strained by the young debutante's almost endless string of complaints.




Lost in Texas Ch. 01



"We're doing it ourselves so that when it is all said and done, we will be able to look at this entire town as our own personal accomplishment. When our guests look around, we will be able to tell them everything about how the town was built, because we will have had a hand in it. Haven't you ever done something just for the joy of doing it?"

"You mean like shopping?"

Jane closed her eyes and thought patient thoughts. "No child. I was referring to something more permanent."

"Car shopping?"

"Young woman, I refuse to believe that the only thing you enjoy is spending your money on silly baubles."

"That's not true! It's my dad's money."

Jane couldn't bring herself to believe it. Her experiences with Michelle and Fredericka had shown her that there was potential in everyone, particularly in the people where you least expected to find it. And no person seemed ‘less likely' than this young woman. Jane finished the area she was working on and put her brush down in some thinner. She still found the concept of physical labor to be strange, but she had come to enjoy it regardless.

"Does your father always solve your problems for you?"

"Pretty much. He's a Senator."

"Hmm. How quaint." She sat back and massaged her temples. The fumes and the girl's whining were giving her a headache.

"Are you okay?"

"Just a headache."

"Do you get a lot of those? Freddie said even the sound of the engine gives you one."

"She's a dear soul. I'm just prone to headaches is all."

Suddenly Laurie got up and pulled up a chair behind the older woman who was sitting on the floor. She placed her hands on either side of Jane's head, pushed Jane's hands aside and began rubbing her temples and massaging her scalp. It was one of the most soothing feelings Jane had ever experienced.

"Dear sweet child, wherever did you learn to do that? Now THAT is a highly useful skill!"

"Really? Amelia taught me how to do this."

"Amelia?"

"She was my nanny when I was younger. She used to do this when I got headaches, or when I was crying about something. She started getting headaches too, so I did this for her. She was real smart. She was always saying that headaches may have been caused by stress, but the stress wasn't always necessarily in the head. You sometimes have to work muscles in your back or arms or legs to get the pain to go away in your brain."

Jane was impressed. It was simple, but quite accurate. "Tell me about yourself young one, and tell me about this Amelia woman. She sounds somewhat wise."

"Oh, she was," said Laurie cheerfully. The young woman seemed delighted to have someone to talk to who wasn't primarily interested in insulting her. She was the daughter of a Senator who wasn't around much, so far as Jane could discern. Almost all of the girl's pleasant memories of her childhood revolved around Amelia. She was an older, Hispanic woman who was there for all the defining moments of Laurie's life. From her first steps to getting chicken pox, and from her first scraped knee until she first had questions about the birds and the bees . . . through all of it Amelia was there, even when her parents were not. When Laurie took a small roll in her private high school's senior play, Amelia had been the one there with a video camera and a smile. She apparently started having health problems a year ago and Laurie's father had considered releasing her until Laurie threw a code-red tantrum. Laurie had a younger sister, so her father acquiesced and kept Amelia on. ‘Good for you child,' thought Jane. ‘It may have been childish, but the goal was noble enough.' Jane also noted that Laurie's relationship with her father was one of rewards but no punishments. Anytime the young lady had wanted attention, her father or mother simply wrote her a check or bought her something pretty. No wonder the young woman valued such trivial things. To her, such items were the only affection her parents had ever really shown her. Whenever Laurie had gotten into trouble, her father used his influence to bail her out. Jane no longer found the girl irritating. She was a delightful soul who had simply never been given any incentive to actually achieve in anything.

"What about you?" asked Laurie, whose talented hands had worked down Jane's neck and on to her shoulders. "You seem really smart. Why are you out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"Because I enjoy it here. I used to live in the city and play the role of socialite. I taught my college courses, wrote my books, and I considered myself to be the most sophisticated of ladies; far superior to those around me."

"What happened?"

"My faucet broke."

"Huh?"

"My faucet broke. I called my building supervisor and complained about the inconvenience, so he sent over his best man to fix it. Or should I say, his best woman."

"Michelle?"

"Very perceptive, young one." Laurie beamed at the compliment. "Yes, Michelle was working as a general handyman at the time. She came over and set about to work. Initially I thought she was nothing more than an over-muscled Neanderthal with fake breasts. But I watched her work and realized I didn't even have the vaguest understanding of what she was doing, and that bothered me. I have undergraduate degrees in History, Philosophy and Psychology. I have master's degrees in History and Psychology and a Ph.D. in History. But I didn't know what a ‘washer' was. To be perfectly frank, I was so mechanically inept that I might have made the same kind of mistake that you did with the jeep."

Laurie blushed, but was glad she wasn't alone in her mechanical confusion. 

"One thing that disturbs me is not knowing how something works. So I learned from Michelle. I requested her specifically whenever I had a problem, and she amazed me with her knowledge of the practical arts. We became friends, then lovers." Jane was encouraged that Laurie's hands didn't even flinch at the idea that she was giving a massage to a lesbian. "I realized that I had been living some sort of delusion; thinking I was better than everyone when in fact I wasn't. True, I am better educated than either of my lovers, but this place would fall apart if it weren't for Michelle. When I met Fredericka, she seemed headed down the path to self destruction, but I saw so much passion in her that I had to put her head back on track. She and I also became lovers. I introduced her to Michelle, and the two of them developed their own special relationship. We decided to move out here and undertake this project as a threesome. Like you, I came from a rich family, and I have developed something of a fortune on my own. But coming out here and learning to make something with my own two hands . . . something that lasted meant more to me than silver or gold. I still love expanding my mind and my horizons, but that doesn't mean that I avoid getting my hands dirty from time to time. And my partners feel the same way. Laurie, I believe everyone has something to offer."

"Not me," she muttered.

"Really? Did you know that people all over the country would pay good money for you to do what you're doing with your hands? And do you realize that sticking up for you nanny was a truly selfless act, even if done in a slightly unorthodox fashion?"

"You think so?"

"I know so. You just need to learn to start taking some risks and accepting responsibility for your actions."

"You mean like the jeep?" 

"Precisely. Take responsibility, and don't have your father bail you out. I'm certain that you could work something out with Heather and . . ."

"No! I'm sorry, I mean . . . I can't talk to her. Every time I do, she yells at me."

"Why does she yell at you?"

"That's just the way she is," said Laurie.

Jane shot her a glance. "And?"

"And . . . and because I usually say something stupid whenever she's around. I get what I'm gonna say all rehearsed in my head, but when I go talk to her, everything comes out stupid or doesn't come out at all. I want to impress her, but I'm just too stupid . . ."

"Stop that young lady," Jane said. "No not the thing with the hands. Keep doing that, if you don't mind. You aren't stupid. As I said earlier, you've never been rewarded for actually learning anything. And you never will as long as you let your father's checkbook be the answer to all your woes." Then something occurred to her. "You said that you rehearsed things in your head before going to talk to her. How often did you try?"

"All the time in our first semester. I wanted to see if she wanted to be my study partner or go to the movies or . . ." The list of ‘or' statements continued to mount. Jane developed a bit of a smile. 

"You know, you've spent a lot of time trying to get to know her. Might I ask why? Particularly if she's so rude to you?"

Laurie's hands stopped moving. "Wuh . . . what do you mean?"

Jane leaned her head over and kissed Laurie on the hand affectionately, then spun around on the ground. "I mean that young ladies don't spend that much time trying to get to know someone in the face of that kind of rejection without a reason. Now, there are two primary reasons that I can think of off the top of my head. The first is social advancement, but since you are from the higher echelon of the social stratosphere, we can rule that out." Laurie was visibly trembling now, and Jane knew she was onto something. "The other reason is that you are attracted to her."

Laurie's lip was trembling. She wanted to scream out in total denial, but she knew she wouldn't be able to fool this woman. "I don't get it," she cried, and Jane took her in her arms. "She seems so much smarter and wilder and . . . and more everything. I didn't even need to take this stupid trip. I don't really need the money. I just thought I might be able to get her to like me if I could just spend some time with her, and all I've done is screw everything up!"

Jane tried her best to comfort the poor girl. The mistakes the girl had made were born of naivete, not stupidity. And no one had shown even the slightest interest in telling the difference. She let the girl cry herself out, and finally the tears stopped.

"I am SO sorry about that. You've been so nice, and I shouldn't be dumping stuff on you like that." She looked thoughtful, probably for the first time in a long time. "I don't know what I would do with her even if she didn't want to kill me."

Jane grinned inwardly. ‘That,' she thought, ‘is something I can indeed help you with.' "Maybe you need something besides responsibility. You need self-confidence. The former is almost impossible to achieve without the latter. I don't mean to embarrass you, but have you much . . . experience . . . in these matters?"

Laurie blushed. "Not really," she said after a large pause. "I've been with one girl . . . I am in a sorority after all . . . but she was really drunk and fell asleep in the middle of everything."

‘Ouch,' thought Jane. ‘That would be a blow to one's ego.' 

"I mean, I can't even talk to her without tripping over myself. How could I ever . . . you know?"

Jane decided it was then or never. She kept her eyes locked on Laurie's and slowly leaned in. Laurie looked confused but didn't back away. Finally their lips touched, and Jane gave her young charge a very tender but very real kiss. 

"Wha . . . Why . . ."

"I don't want to hurt you Laurie. You are a beautiful, sweet little girl. And I don't want to get in the way of your pursuit of Heather if that is what you really want. What I want to do is remind you of how beautiful and wonderful you are. I want to help you find the confidence you need. I won't judge you, Laurie. I don't expect you to be perfect. But I do want you to let me help you. I live to teach. Let me teach you."

Laurie was caught in a dilemma. She felt she had messed up everything she had ever tried, but here was this beautiful, intelligent woman who had treated her with friendship and respect. Here was this woman who had been very honest and forthright with her about her own life. And here was this woman who was willing to show her how to make love to another woman, and to help her to get Heather to notice her as something besides a pain in the neck.

"What do we do first?" she asked, trying to put some steel in her voice.

Jane felt elated. She hadn't wanted to pressure the poor girl, but Laurie desperately needed someone who was patient and understanding, and Jane liked to think she had those qualities in spades. "What is the first thing you see couples do? You know, when they're walking down the street or sitting on a blanket in the park?"

"Usually they kiss."

"Precisely." Jane leaned in again, and this time Laurie met her halfway. After a moment, she broke contact. "A little gentler at the beginning would be advised. And your tongue should wander a bit, not just shoot down the throat like a torpedo. Now let's try again." The next kiss lasted much longer, and the older woman found herself breathing much harder. "That was much better." She found herself craving the soft flesh of Laurie's lips once they were absent. "One more time to make sure. Oh, that's it." Her hands slipped up into the blonde girl's tube top. She stroked her heaving breasts, caressing the undersides and tracing the nipples as she pushed the top up over her breasts. The girl's aureoles were as big as half-dollars, and they were soft and pink. In a word, they were the perfect canvas for Jane's artistic tongue. She suckled them gently while teasing the nip with her tongue and gripping the bottom of the breasts with her hands. 

"That feels so good."

"I've so rarely get such a lovely pair to work with. How large are they?"

"36-C."

"They're sweet as honey." Jane got a delightful idea. She sucked on the nipples gently before looking in the young woman's eyes and saying, "I'll bet Heather would like these a lot if she saw them." Laurie's eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights. "I'm sure she would want to suck them and lick them and play with them." Laurie had closed her eyes and began moaning loudly. Jane had no doubt that she was fantasizing about Heather. Jane suckled and toyed with those soft melons for several minutes while constantly bringing up Heather's name.

Jane broke contact long enough to get undressed herself. Laurie opened her eyes, and the sweet blonde girl had a look of longing.

"It's all right child. I'm going to show you how to do something that you might want to do to . . . to a special friend if the opportunity presents itself." She snaked the elastic waistband of the girl's shorts and pulled them, as well as a delightfully small thong, off the girl's body. "Now, I don't want you to worry about returning the favor. I enjoy doing this, and I think you'll find it useful. You know the basics, but I am slightly more experienced. Now just lie there and enjoy." She parted Laurie's legs, exposing her juicy mound. It was as warm and inviting looking as her nipples had been. There was a small triangle of naturally blond hair above the clitoris, but she was otherwise smooth. Jane slipped her tongue between those waiting lips and went to work.

For Jane, there was something special about a beautiful young woman writhing like a snake on the end of her tongue, and Laurie was more beautiful than most. Her breasts jiggled and her abdomen strained as she tried to absorb that powerful muscle of Jane's into her pussy. But Jane was completely in control. She began fiddling with herself as she devoured her young friend whole. There was no place within those vaginal walls or centimeter of skin on the surface that her tongue couldn't get to. And she kept mentioning how much Heather might enjoy doing something like this, and how good Heather would taste if Laurie could do it to her. Jane's dirty suggestions were getting both of them excited. She flicked the hood away from the girl's clit and stimulated the nub directly. She felt a stirring in her own groin, and her fingers went into overdrive to get herself off. It worked, as did the attention her tongue was giving to Laurie. Her own orgasm was so rich that she finally had to stop working Laurie's crotch, but the damage had been done. Jane was gasping and grunting as her orgasm ripped through her. She watching Laurie's pussy spasm and start to leak her sweet nectar. Laurie's eyes were closed again, and Jane had no doubt as to whose face the young woman was picturing between her young thighs. But when Laurie opened her eyes, there was no disappointment.

"Thank you Jane. Thank you so much." She leaned over and hugged the older woman who gladly returned the embrace.

"It was my pleasure child, in more ways than one. If you like, I could further you education this very evening." Laurie's eyes lit up again. "Just come to my study after your friends have gone to bed, and I'll make sure you have all the tools you need." Laurie hugged her again, then both women got dressed.

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Things were much quieter around house than they had been previously. But it wasn't an anxious silence, but rather a sense of tranquility. Alice had her heels kicked up on the porch rail as she sat on a bench and relished the warmth of the sunset, and Laurie and Heather were sitting on opposite ends of the couch watching "American History X" on one of the movie channels. It had been Heather's idea, and strangely Laurie didn't complain. Meanwhile, Michelle, Jane and Freddie were in the kitchen, fixing up a nice supper for the guests and gossiping about the day's events.

"I find it almost strange. Not that one of them might let down their defenses down, but for all of them to do so . . ."

"It's not so suprisin' hon," said Michelle, hugging Jane from behind and kissing her on the side of the face. "They're all outsiders in their own way."

"True," piped in Freddie as she sprinkled spices onto the chicken. "They've all been so angry, scared or lonely that they all feel like they're islands in the sea. And even if they start to feel a change in themselves . . ."

" . . . They are not yet skilled enough in the social arts to see change in the others," finished Jane. The three of them smiled. They had become so close that they had taken to finishing each other's thoughts. "So Michelle, are you going to go through with it? With young Alice I mean?"

"Yeah. I don't mean to sound all snobby or nothin', but this girl needs me. I wish it could be with someone a bit more permanent . . ."

Freddie finished that statement with, " . . . but she trusts you. From what you were saying earlier, she has fond memories of her grandparents' farm and that style of life. She sees that in you . . ."

" . . . and takes comfort in it," said Jane with a smile. She placed a hand on the side of Michelle's face. "And to tell the truth, I couldn't think of a better choice to be her first than you. For all your tough talk, I know how big your heart is. You are the one person who can be honest with her and whom we all know won't hurt her." Michelle blushed at the compliment. After being together for years, the older woman could still get to her.

Jane's brow scrunched up as she thought. "But I'm worried about our other two. I wish you could have seen Laurie's face whenever Heather's name was mentioned. She adores that woman, even though she has been treated with nothing but scorn."

"It's not all Heather's fault," said Freddie, feeling a need to defend the girl.

"I didn't mean to imply that it was. Laurie has approached the situation foolishly, and has chosen to appear the fool rather than risk open rejection. But if Heather could only see what I saw . . . a beautiful creature with a schoolgirl's crush . . . she might be willing to let Laurie in as a friend at least. If that were to happen, I have no doubt Laurie could pull her the rest of the way. And I think both will be much more willing to accept Alice now that she has stepped out of her self-appointed prison." Jane looked out the window at the young woman sitting alone on the front porch. "She look's content, does she not? At least more so than before."




Lost in Texas Ch. 01



"I think she'll be alright," whispered Michelle. "Let me worry about her. You two worry about gettin' those other two together."

"I wish it were that simple. This might have to be one of those things they have to work through on their own. Not that I don't plan on giving them a little nudge . . ."

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Laurie glanced nervously across the couch at Heather. Jane's words had filled the young woman's mind with images and fantasies that were hard to ignore. From the glitter of her pseudo-diamond nose piercing to her icy-blue eyes . . . everything about the hard-edged girl fascinated Laurie. She was trying to keep her cool and avoid saying anything really stupid. It seemed to be working, as Heather seemed to be much more relaxed. The movie they had been watching was incredibly disturbing to the blonde girl. There was so much anger, ignorance and hatred that it made her hurt to watch it. So whenever she could get away with it, she watched Heather instead. She loved watched the tattoo of the snake on her arms and shoulders. She wished that she were wrapped up in its coils.

Heather wasn't nearly as into the movie as she thought she should be. It was the ‘society sucks, then we die' type film she normally sank her teeth into, but she just wasn't feeling it at that time. She loved the movie . . . owned on DVD and everything, but she just wasn't in the mood. She glanced over at Laurie, who seemed to be looking back at her until she hurriedly looked away. She was wear a tube top that was way to small to be considered ethical, and her breasts were straining to escape in any direction they could. She found herself remembering that despite the annoying questions, comments and screw-ups, Laurie was a fine looking piece of work. The things Heather could do with a woman with a rack like that . . .

‘Oh what the hell are you thinking? The girl is an airhead, and girls like that have boys lined up around the block to have a turn.' As Heather's internal discourse continued, she felt a pang of something. It wasn't her normal animosity. She realized with some embarrassment that it was jealousy. She was jealous that some brain-dead jock got to take girls like Laurie to his room for a quick how-do-you-do but Heather couldn't. 

"Heather," the girl across from her asked timidly, "would you mind turning the television off for a moment? I wanted to talk to you about something."

‘Oh boy,' Heather thought as she made a conscious effort to NOT roll her eyes. ‘She wants to talk.' But since she wasn't into the movie that much, she agreed.

"First of all," Laurie continued with obvious strain in her voice, "I'm really sorry about your jeep. I should've told you that I don't know the first thing about cars. And I'm sorry for ruining your summer by getting you and Alice stuck out here."

Heather was genuinely surprised. It was the first time she had heard Laurie take responsibility for anything, much less apologize. And she wasn't just being placating. The girl was on the verge of tears. Heather remembered her conversation with Freddie from that morning. The girl wasn't giving her any cause to be angry, so she would try and remain calm. "Don't worry about it now. Once you talk to your father, we can work something out. As far as ruining my summer, so far I'm having more fun than I expected to have at band camp."

Laurie blushed. "Me too. But . . . how much was your jeep worth? And . . . I'm sorry, I don't know how these things work . . . are you going to be wanting a new vehicle or a used vehicle . . ."

"The jeep, considering the mileage and the condition, was worth about six thousand. If I can get something of equal or slightly better value, I'll be fine."

"Well, if we could get someone to take us to the nearest town with a car lot, I can replace your car myself. Would that be okay?"

Heather looked dubious. "You have six thousand dollars to spend? Just like that?"

Laurie felt herself cringing as she was under the impression that she was about to get yelled at again for being a spoiled rich kid. "My . . . my grandparents and my folks all got together and gave me a bunch of money to take a European vacation with. I hadn't gotten around to it yet, and since I owe you . . ." Laurie straightened her back (which also thrust her chest out, much to Heather's viewing pleasure) and said, "Your car isn't my dad's problem. It's mine. So I'll fix it." Laurie leaned over as she was talking, making her cleavage that much more available for public viewing.

"Alright. If that's really what you want to do, I'm cool with it." Heather was a bit perplexed by this shift in attitude, but found it much more pleasant than having her prize possession vaporized. And Laurie seemed enormously pleased with herself, and she curled her long legs up under her and rested her head on the end of the couch. ‘Damn she's hot!' thought Heather.

Jane had been listening to the whole exchange from just inside the door to the kitchen. ‘Please Heather. She just gave you a tremendous clue as to her intentions, and all you have to do is pick up on it.'

"Girls!" she shouted from the kitchen. "Dinner's ready!"

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Dinner was as delightful that second evening as it had been the first. Both guests and hostesses were pretty much unable to move, so they sat around the table chatting the evening away. Although they all had planned activities for later on, none of them felt in much of a hurry. Alice spoke excitedly about riding along side the herd of buffalo, which had everyone captivated. Heather and Laurie both found her enthusiasm refreshing. 

During the story, Jane began rubbing her temples again.

"Hon, please tell me that ain't another headache," said Michelle with absolute concern. "We really need to get you to see a doctor about those. If you're gettin' migraines, we need to get you some real medication."

"I suppose you're right. But for now . . . Laurie dear, would you mind horribly . . ." The aforementioned girl quickly got out of her chair and stood behind the matriarch of this strange little clan. 

Heather thought it unusual that the woman was only in her mid-thirties, but everyone deferred to her as if she were some ancient sage. She also noticed the care with which Laurie's hands were moving, and the relief they seemed to be providing. She wouldn't mind feeling those hands on her own body . . . ‘Stop it,' she thought. 

"You are an absolute treasure," murmured Jane. "I suppose we can head into town tomorrow. Dr. Craven is usually quite amenable to walk-ins."

Heather's ears perked up. "How big is this town?"

"About six thousand people. But it's a good two hours drive from here."

Laurie spoke up. "Does it have a dealership? For cars I mean?"

Michelle thought it over. "Yeah. Not much selection, but I know the guy that runs its. He knows his cars, and even his used stuff can be put under warranty if ya don't mind payin' a bit extra."

"Well, would it be okay if we went with you? If they've got something that Heather thinks is a fair substitute, I was going to go ahead and replace her jeep."

"Can you afford that?"

"Yeah," Laurie replied as she started working the knots out of Jane's neck.

"Well, I'm sure we can work something out. We'll have to take my car. There is no physical way we could all fit in the truck comfortably."

"Don't worry about me," said Michelle. "Unless you need some heavy liftin' done, I need to go check the fences for the north pasture before we let the herd in to graze it."

"I'll stay too," said Alice. "I'm not much good with car shopping or doctor's visits, but I can help with the fences I think."

Jane smiled. "I think you've made a cowgirl out our young friend," she said, smiling warmly and making Alice blush.

"I'd be happy for the company," replied Michelle with a knowing wink.

"Actually," said Jane, enjoying the feeling of Laurie's hands working her shoulders, "that brings me to something that I've been milling about in my head for a while this afternoon. I realize that you all are in a hurry to get to your camp-counselor jobs . . ."

"Nope," said Heather.

"Not especially," said Alice.

"The word ‘icky' comes to mind," was Laurie's contribution, making everyone else chuckle. Even Heather laughed, which made Laurie practically glow inside.

‘Good girl,' thought Jane. ‘Show them you aren't as daft as you've been pretending to be.' "Anyway, I was going to offer a counterproposal. Seeing as we enjoy your company, I don't think my companions would mind if I offered to hire you on myself for the summer."

The three girls were caught flatfooted by the suggestion. So were Freddie and Michelle, neither of whom had been consulted in this matter. Not that either of them was opposed to the idea.

"You'd get paid forty hours a week, and you'd be expected to put in the time."

"Not a problem," said Heather excitedly. The idea of some real work rather than babysitting crying little kids was appealing to her. And some of the perks . . . 

"Your lodging and meals would be included of course. I always fix too much food anyway. It would help us get things going much faster than we had originally anticipated. So what do you think? You don't have to decide right away . . ."

Heather, "I'm in."

Laurie looked at the first girl. "Me too."

"Can I ride the horses?"

"Of course."

"Sign me up."

"Excellent! Well, I think we should go to bed early. We have to get up early tomorrow if we're going to make such a long car trip. Freddie, please make up a grocery list of things that we might need to pick up tomorrow. I think I'll make something special for dinner."

Heather was leaning back in her chair feeling stuffed. "You mean this was your usual dinner? I don't know if my waistline will be able to handle a ‘special' dinner."

"You are too kind. Well, I'm going to retire to my study. It's quieter there." She glanced at Laurie. "I'll see you all in the morning." With that, Jane pushed away from the table and left the room.

Michelle stood up. "I need to go check on the horses. See ya kids later." Then she wandered out the front door.

"I'm going to take a quick walk. You three get your rest," said Freddie who vanished out the kitchen door. 

Laurie, Heather and Alice were left alone at the kitchen table. Alice was the first to leave, claiming to be so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open. 

Laurie was trying to find some place to stare at so she didn't have to meet Heather's gaze. She didn't want to say something that would screw things up again. "I . . . I guess I'll go to bed too." She turned to leave.

"Laurie," said Heather and Laurie spun around. "Thank you. For helping with the jeep and . . . and everything." ‘Well,' she thought to herself. ‘That sounded awkward.'

"Thanks for not killing me," returned the blonde girl shyly. 

‘Damn she's cute,' thought Heather. "I'll see you tomorrow." Then Laurie left. 

Strangely, Heather didn't feel like going to bed. She poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table.

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Alice waited in her room for about ten minutes before she couldn't wait any longer. She crept downstairs in her pajamas and shoes, and she made her way towards the front door. The kitchen light was still on, but the rest of the house was dark. She thought she saw Heather sitting quietly. As anxious as she was to meet with Michelle in the saloon, she almost stopped to ask if the girl was okay. Heather had seemed much calmer that day than she had in the previous time she had known her, and Alice had so few friends that she was almost willing to be late for her own deflowering to see if the girl was okay. Then Heather's normally grim face seemed to crack a smile as if responding to some inner joke, so Alice decided to move on. 

She crept out into the warm summer air and hurried to the saloon. It was mostly dark except for a faint flickering light coming from inside. She opened the door and saw that the small dance stage was covered in candles. Michelle was bending over lighting the last of them, and she was completely naked except for her ten-gallon hat. She glanced over her shoulder.

"Oh good! For a moment, I thought you might be backin' out on me." Michelle stood up and turned to face the younger woman. The light played across every muscle in her body and lit up the undersides of her mountainous breasts. Alice suddenly felt humble. Michelle was like a Greek goddess, and Alice was standing there in cotton pajamas. She had no makeup and her hair was so plain it almost made her cry. 

Michelle wandered over and picked the smaller woman up in her arms. Alice wrapped her arms around the woman's neck. She felt safe. Michelle managed to tip her hat up and give Alice a kiss. "Are you sure you want to do this? Last chance to back out, ‘cause once I get you undressed there won't be no controllin' me."

Alice slid out of Michelle's arms and quickly undid her pajama top with trembling hands. Then she pulled her bottoms down. She had neglected wear underwear because when she had been putting them on, they rubbed far too erotically against her freshly shaved pussy. "I . . . I may not be as pretty or exciting as Laurie or Heather, but I really want you to do this for me. To do this WITH me."

Michelle wrapped up the younger woman's body in her arms again. "Only if you promise not to put yourself down again. You are beautiful and sweet and I wouldn't be here otherwise."

Alice nodded shyly. "Okay."

Michelle grinned. "Well, we don't want to just rush into this. First we've got to get you warmed up." She lay Alice down on a blanket that had been laid upon the stage and started to spread her legs. But Alice had other ideas.

"Can I do you too?" she asked. "I mean, I don't want this whole night to be about you giving. I kind of want it to be about us sharing."

Michelle looked down the length of the girl's body, past her glistening sex and the gentle slope of her bust and directly into her eyes, and she looked into those eyes with genuine warmth. The girl had a good heart, and it wasn't like Michelle really needed much of an excuse to have an attractive girl's head between her thighs. She got up on the stage herself and swung her body around. No sooner than did her knees hit the ground on either side of Alice's head than she felt the young woman's tongue sliding into her mound. Apparently, Alice was pretty sure what she wanted. Michelle looked down and the pussy before her. The girl had shaved both sides, leaving only a small triangle pointing downward toward her ‘happy place.' It was pretty enough to eat, so that's what Michelle did.

Alice may not have had experience, but she was doing the best she could, and Michelle made sure to reward her by moaning when she reached a good spot. For her part, Michelle had gotten so much practice at the task after living with Freddie and Jane that she could have had the girl cumming out of her ears in no time. But she didn't want to do that. She wanted to enjoy the time she was getting to spend with her young friend. She teased the poor girl's pussy outrageously, making her squirm but not getting her off. But Alice seemed to be catching on. She massaged Michelle's powerful ass while concentrating on the things that she knew worked. After tantalizing the powerful woman's clit directly and receiving a very pleasurable response, she went for broke and starting licking that area extensively. Michelle didn't try and compete, but rather just let the girl do her thing. It would help build her confidence, or at least that's what Michelle convinced herself of. She mostly just wanted to cum on the girl's face. Alice seemed welcome to the idea as Michelle grunted and an orgasm rocked her body. Alice found herself in awe of the event. When she had orgasmed earlier that day, every muscle in her body had locked up. With Michelle, that was a lot of locking. The woman's juice flowed like wine, and Alice was soon drunk with it. 

Then Michelle decided it was time to put all her skills to use and almost attacked the delicious young pussy in her face. She toyed with the interior lips, licked the crease, sucked on the mound and toyed with the clit. It took her less than a minute of additional stimulation before Alice was having an orgasm of her own. The poor girl had to bury her face in Michelle's crotch to keep from screaming. Michelle didn't mind. The young woman looked so sexy as the waves of pleasure finally began to subside. Michelle grabbed a towel from her bag of supplies and cleaned the girl's smiling face up. 

"Did I do alright?"

"Sugar, I think you've earned your reward." Alice's gentle face had a look of nervous anticipation. She wanted what was about to happen, but she was still a little frightened by it. Michelle pulled the required tool out of her bag, along with a small bottle of lubricant. It was a seven inch dildo, about an inch and a quarter across and covered in a very soft, like-like skin. Strangely for Alice, it seemed Michelle was getting dressed. She was sliding her skintight jeans back on and put on her cowboy boots. The brawny woman noticed her lover's apparent confusion.

"Don't worry. I ain't done. I just don't have a harness for that one." She picked up the toy and placed the fake balls inside her jeans and buttoned them up around the shaft. The cowgirl had just become a very pretty cowboy. With very big tits. She sat down on the stage and handed the bottle of lube to Alice. "I think you might want to spread this on. Get a feel for what you're about to get a feelin' from." The young woman opened the bottle and poured some onto the phallic toy. She started rubbing it in, her hand stroking up and down. Michelle seemed to be getting off on the sight of it, so Alice made a production out of it. The lubricant felt strange to her; not quite water and not quite oil, but it was very slick. And the dildo itself seemed surprising soft and pliant underneath her fingers. She felt her nervousness slipping away. She gave it a few more strokes from the head to the denim, then looked Michelle in the eyes.

"I'm ready."

"Then go ahead and straddle me." Alice did as she was told, straddling Michelle's midsection. Michelle was leaning back on one arm while using the other to direct the head of the device into Alice's uncharted territory. Alice balked a bit when she first felt the head rubbing between her pussy lips, but she quickly helped reposition so everything was lined up.

"So how does it work?"

"You just slide back down. Take your time. It will hurt at first, but I promise that by the end of the night, you'll have forgotten all about the pain."

Alice kissed Michelle long and hard and while their lips were still pressed together, she slid her body down the shaft. The ripping sensation she felt when her hymen broke was not pleasant, and she almost bit Michelle's lip when the pain first hit her. The older woman was making no moves as of yet, letting Alice's body adjust. Alice kept her arms wrapped around Michelle's neck as the pain slowly transformed into pleasure. At first she felt filled, then the pleasure started to become more powerful than the pain. She could feel Michelle breathing and could sense both their heartbeats.

"Are you okay?" asked Michelle finally.

"It's so wonderful!" she responded. She started rocking back and forth just a little bit, feeling the fake cock slide in and out, stretching her pussy lips and sending out bolts of ecstasy. She grabbed those big firm tits of Michelle's, using them as handles as she controlled her humping motions. Michelle grabbed Alice's ass to help support the girl's still uncertain movements. Then the humping got stronger, with more of the length of the dildo appearing and disappearing on each stroke. Alice wanted more, so she took a bit of a gamble. She leaned in and whispered into Michelle's ear.




Lost in Texas Ch. 02



The following story is fairly lengthy. If you are looking for a quick read or immediate sexual gratification, you might want to skip this one.

Any resemblance between characters portrayed here and any real people (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

Please do not redistribute this story without the author's permission.

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Alice almost couldn't believe the summer was over. Just a few months ago, she'd been dreading the summer. But that was when she was on her way to a job she really didn't want to do with people she didn't like. That was when her world, albeit unhappy, was much simpler. That was when she was still trying to convince herself that she was straight. What a difference a summer makes.

They were in the process of loading up Heather's new car, a fully restored VW Thing with (it's actual name apparently). Laurie had been confused by the choice, but Heather convinced her that it was a good buy. They were stubbornly reliable and easy to fix, and the previous owner had obviously cared about it a great deal. But Heather could probably convince her blonde lover of anything. Somewhere, out in the middle of nowhere, the two girls' relationship had transformed from one of distrust and fear to absolute affection and, dare say it, love. They may not have actually used that word yet, but the rest of their companions saw it every day. Heather had gone back to being cynical, though her comments seemed to be more full of cynical-amusement rather than cynical-anger, which delighted all of them. Laurie had taken to thinking things through a little more carefully when she spoke, and it turned out she had quite a bit to say. And once Alice had stopped preaching at everyone all the time, her two comrades had quickly accepted her. Which was good, because they were going back to the world where Jane, Freddie and Michelle (especially Michelle) weren't going to be able to coddle her through the changes she was enduring, so she would need someone she knew she could depend on.

"Well, I think that's everything." Heather had taken to arranging their small amount of luggage. None of them had brought much to begin with, but they had picked up a few items. Jane had ordered a nice guitar for Laurie so Heather could teach her to play. Alice smiled. Just another excuse for those two to be touching each other. Michelle had helped Alice pick out some new clothes to make her look a little more "country," which caused the young woman to blush. Heather, of course, was mostly pleased about the car, but even she had a few items to take home. Laurie had finally got her girlfriend wearing thongs after ordering a bunch of them on line.

"I guess we should get going," Heather said. She hated looking sappy, but she found herself hugging each of their three new friends warmly. Laurie and Alice did the same. Alice was reluctant to let Michelle loose.

"C'mon little girl. Don't make a scene," Michelle said fondly as she hugged the young woman. The two of them may not have been destined to be each other's "true love," but Michelle had been Alice's first in a number of ways, and that would always make what the two girls had special.

Jane was smiling. "Let us know when you plan on coming this way again. We'll always have your rooms waiting for you."

"I should be down for Thanksgiving," said Heather. "Maybe for winter break also." Heather had little reason to visit her own home for the holidays, and this ghost town in the middle of nowhere already held much better memories for her than anywhere else she had ever been.

"I'll be able to make one of those, but probably not both," said Laurie. "I promised my folks I'd visit them at least once more this year."

Alice didn't know what to say. She still had to deal with letting her fairly devout family know about her new sexual identity, and she wasn't sure how welcome she would be at home once she did.

"It's okay," Michelle whispered to her, sensing her nervousness. "You'll survive it." She gave Alice a kiss on the cheek. Then the three young women promised to call every week, which they were happy to do, and they were on their way home.

While the ride out had been torture, the ride back to the university was anything but. It was the sort of road trip that people remembered fondly and told their children about when they were old and gray. Heather drove the entire way. Laurie often practiced her guitar playing, but did stop long enough to paint Alice's toenails. They invented games as they went along, such as "name that cloud." Heather smiled every time it was Laurie's turn, because the buxom blonde had a tendency to think everything looked like a mushroom or a bunny. Soon the game turned into, "Does that item look more like a bunny or a mushroom?" and anything they saw along the road was fair game.

Alice was a little bashful, but she was opening up more and more to these girls. She had never really had friends before, at least not like these. But she still felt a little awkward sometimes, particularly when Heather and Laurie stole glances at each other or exchanged a brief kiss. They had fallen hard for one another, and Alice could only imagine what that felt like. 

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The first few weeks after getting back to school went by in a blur. Heather and Alice had housing arrangements to make. Laurie was going to live in the sorority house, assuming they didn't freak out about her new relationship. Strangely, they didn't for the most part. A couple of girls were rude about it, a number of other expressed some concern, but mostly they were appreciative of her honesty. And they were also impressed by the sudden clarity of thought she had come to possess. Her naïve wit and general enthusiasm managed to win her back into almost everyone's graces.

Heather's friends, even more strangely, were less enthusiastic. They weren't particularly upset that she liked women, mind you. They already knew about that. But Heather told them who it was she was seeing, and many felt that she had "sold out" to the economic and social elite, and that all her previous attitude had merely been posturing. Unfortunately, this caused some of Heather's anger, which she had tried to rid herself of, to return. She spent a lot of time venting to her new roommate. Since she and Alice were both living in the dorms, they managed to arrange to room together. There was a time that Heather wanted to strangle Alice, and suddenly they were working out grocery lists together. And Laurie was over at their dorm almost constantly, often staying the night.

Alice remembered that first week of classes with a smile. Alice was the first of the trio to arrive at their song writing class. All the people in there sat far away from her, waiting for her to say something "fanatical," but it never came. Then when Laurie showed up, they expected the two girls to start bickering. Instead, Laurie sat down next to her friend and asked how she liked her new toenail glitter. Their classmates were left speechless. When Heather arrived, they almost breathed a sigh of relief, expecting that the dark-haired cynic would start chewing people out, returning their little world to a state of normalcy. Instead, she leaned over, gave Laurie a quick but unmistakable kiss on the lips before sitting down next to her. No one else in the room knew what to think, but none of the trio felt any obligation to explain it to them.

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Several weeks later . . .

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The first three weeks or so of school went smoothly. But as the saying goes, it is always calmest before the storm. Things took a slightly downward turn for the group. It all started when Laurie and Heather had their first big fight. Alice was just getting back to the room on a Thursday night when Laurie came storming out with tears in her eyes. 

"What . . ."

"I'm sorry," Laurie said. "I can't talk right now." And with that, the normally cheerful girl was gone. Alice went into the room, and Heather was just sitting on her bed, glaring into space. Alice recognized that glare. It meant that Heather had slipped back into her angry place. Her roommate could only hope it was a temporary slip.

"Um . . . what happened?" she asked. 

Heather just fumed for a minute. "She's being unreasonable," she said before storming into the bathroom. Alice heard the shower come on. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of someone hitting their head against the wall. Alice rushed to the door, which Heather had forgotten to lock, and went inside. Heather had climbed into the shower, fully dressed, and was indeed smashing her forehead against the linoleum. She was already bleeding a bit from a small cut, but Alice was worried it would get bigger. The dark-haired beauty didn't even seem to recognize that her friend had turned the water off.

"I think we should get you out of those wet clothes," Alice said gently. Heather seemed to regain her senses and shot the girl a withering glance. Alice steeled herself against it. If she really wanted to be friends with this girl, she was going to have to learn not to back down. "Go change your clothes. I'll see if I can find the peroxide and a band-aid." Heather sighed and headed back into bedroom, while Alice rummaged through the cabinets. She found what she was looking for and returned to the bedroom herself, finding Heather sitting on her bed wearing a flannel sleeping shirt. As Alice started to clean up the wound, Heather found her voice again.

"So, when did you become the official 'Mom' of our little drama?"

"I don't know. It just seemed necessary. Now are you going to tell me what that was about, or would you rather try to break more things with your head?"

"She's been bugging the crap out of me about the singing thing . . . keeps trying to get me to go to this coffee place that has an open-microphone night on Fridays. How fucking beatnik is that? Anyway, I keep telling her that my women's lit group meets on Fridays and that I can't go. She threw a fit and said I was backing out on a promise."

Alice hadn't believed it when Laurie and Jane and the others had told her about Heather's singing voice. But Jane had managed to coax the raven-haired girl into a repeat performance of Don McLean's "Babylon," and Alice had been let as speechless as the rest of them. She couldn't imagine such beautiful sounds coming from a girl who had never had a nice thing to say before. She found herself sharing Laurie's hope that Heather would give public singing another chance, particularly after learning the particulars of her first (and only) attempt.

"Wait," she said. "I thought you weren't going to that group anymore. Something about them being a bunch of she-goddess man-haters that did nothing but spew rhetoric and condemn any type of sex that didn't occur between bull-dykes with really hairy armpits."

Heather actually chuckled. "That was one of my better tirades, wasn't it? But I may have been a bit harsh. I decided to give it another try."

Alice smiled. "The question is, are you backing out? Please, I'm not looking to start another fight. If you say that you're going to go through with it, I'll believe you. But remember, it means so much to her that you at least give it a try."

Heather sighed. "I . . . I'm going to do it. I'm just not sure when. I still get stage fright when I sing in the shower for Christ's sake. And she keeps fucking pushing me! And a coffee bar? Puh-lease!"

"That's a pretty silly argument there," Alice said. "A coffee place is as good as any other. And since when did you object to coffee? Okay, maybe she's being a little pushy, but it's only because she cares about you and wants to see you get back on the horse."

"There you go with the hose analogies again. No more trips to the farm for you."

"Just try and stop me." Alice had finished cleaning and bandaging Heather's head. She was a little worried about the girl going to sleep like that, but she figured that it probably wasn't a concussion. 

"I just need some time to cool off. Hopefully she'll come to her senses," muttered Heather. She looked over at Alice nervously. "But . . . do you think you could . . ."

"I'll go check on her tomorrow." That seemed to alleviate a lot of the concern from Heather's eyes. 'Oh yeah,' Alice thought. 'She's still head over heels for the girl. Just too stubborn to admit it.'

"Thanks. I guess we'd better get some sleep."

Alice slept fitfully that night. She was worried about her friends and their relationship. She knew she shouldn't be. The two girls were too smitten with one another to let something like this split them apart. But she still worried.

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Alice swung by Laurie's sorority house the next morning after her only Friday class let out. Laurie was sitting in her room, which was decorated mostly in pink. Alice smiled. No wonder Heather never came over here. But the blonde beauty was sitting in the middle of her bed, clutching a teddy bear and still recovering from the ravages of a crying fit.

"Hey," said Alice.

"Hey (sniff)."

"Just came over to see how you were doing?" Alice was incredibly nervous about this. She wasn't use to getting involved in things. She wasn't even used to being noticed.

"I'm fine," Laurie whimpered in a tone that convinced no one.

"Well then I guess I'll just get going . . ."

"No!" Laurie shouted, then looked sheepish. "I'm not fine. I suck."

Alice sat next to her on the bed and gingerly wrapped an arm around the taller girl's shoulders. "Now that's my girl. Now, tell me what happened."

"Didn't Heather already tell you?"

"She told me her story. There's two sides to every one."

Laurie just broke down and spilled everything. She talked a lot about Heather trying to back out of her promise. But she also complained about the "women's lit" group that her girlfriend was going to. It was the same group of people that had bitched about Heather's choice of companionship, and Laurie was scared that Heather was more concerned with winning back their favor than keeping Laurie's. She thought Heather was going to break her promise to Laurie so she could win back the acceptance of a bunch of girls that hated the blonde girl. And Heather had, inadvertently, said that she was being just plain stupid. 'Ouch,' thought Alice. 'Heather should know better than that.'

"I don't want to be her dirty little secret. I want to be her girlfriend." And then she started to cry again.

Alice was hopelessly out of her element. She just let her friend cry as she tried to think of something soothing to say. "Laurie . . . I'm sorry if this doesn't come out right. But you knew it was going to take some work. Heather is a little . . . difficult. But you are her girlfriend. You're going to be her girlfriend for a long time. I just know it. I know for a fact that her first concern when you left was if you were going to be okay."

Laurie grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. "Really?"

Alice tried a reassuring smile. "Really. Maybe you both should just take a day or so to calm down. She still cares, but she's a stubborn girl. You know that better than anyone."

A shy smile danced across Laurie's face, which was beginning to return to its normal, angelic state. "But what about tonight? We were all going to go out tonight."

"Don't worry about it. You need some time to think things over. I'm sure everything will be better by next weekend." Alice gasped as Laurie caught her in a big hug.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Alice was very proud of herself as she left Laurie's room. She found herself wishing she could find someone . . . someone who she would be able to fall for, argue with and then get back together with. She decided to do something that she'd been terrified of doing. She was going to go out by herself that night, and maybe see if she could meet someone. Normally, both Heather and Laurie were with her, fending off unwelcome advances and acting as her protectors. But as she was about to find out, sometimes a little confidence was a dangerous thing.

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She was sitting in a corner booth at O'Malley's, an Americana restaurant that the three friends had come to love. The food was good, the atmosphere lively and the karaoke was usually God-awful. They had started coming here on Saturday nights and made fun of the horrible noises emitted by people who thought they could sing, and by some who acknowledged they couldn't. It wasn't as much fun that evening. 'Maybe it's because I'm here on Friday,' she thought, but the excuse didn't stick. Alice realized how much she had come to depend on her friends to entertain her. She had listened to the bad songs, ate the greasy but yummy bacon-cheese fries, and looked around. But no one was looking back. She was just getting ready to leave when someone sat down at table.

The girl was incredibly pretty. She was a little taller than Alice, with thick, luscious red lips and matching red hair. Her skin was pristine and her eyes were a rich green. She was wearing an olive green shirt tied above the midriff and matching cargo pants and she exuded a sense of sexuality.

"Hey sugar," the girl practically purred. "Name's Jamie. What's a sweet lookin' thing like you doing sitting here all alone?"

Alice blushed. "I was just leaving."

"Meeting someone?"

"No."

"You can't be calling it a night already? The evening is still young, and so are we!"

'Even the way she sucks on that straw is sexy!' thought Alice. The next hour went by quickly. Jamie poured compliments on Alice, who was soaking them up like a sponge. The redhead had her blushing from head to toe. She talked about how her love life had been in a dry spell, and how Alice was the first girl she'd seen in a while that made her want to 'wet her whistle,' so to speak.

"Hey, wanna come back to my place for a bit? Chat for a while?" She apparently saw the nervousness on Alice's face. "Don't worry. I won't bite unless you ask me to!"

"Sure," Alice said. She was worried that she might be moving a little fast. But hey, she had only known Michelle for a day before she was having her first lesbian encounter with the muscular woman. What could happen?

Jamie apparently lived right around the corner from the restaurant. Even though still a bit uneasy, Alice was proud of herself for taking such a bold step on her own. She was sitting on the couch, sipping a Coke. Jamie sat down very close to her, curling her legs up on the sofa and looking as sexy as can be. They were talking about something, but Alice's head wasn't in it. Jamie was looking at her like with a very intense stare. She reached over and brushed some hair from Alice's face, then caressed her cheek. That delicate touch made Alice's whole body shudder. Then that hand traced its way down her neck and towards her . . .

"Wait," she said. "Slow down. Sorry, I'm just not used to . . ."

"What," Jamie said coyly as she untied the knot in her shirt, exposing her firm breasts and flat tummy, "don't find me attractive?"

Alice took a deep breath and swallowed. "God you're so beautiful."

"So what's the problem?" Jamie's hand cupped one of Alice's breasts. Her hand was so talented, squeezing that soft flesh through the cotton of the young woman's blouse. "You're attracted to me, I'm attracted to you, so let's have some fun."

Alice's head was swimming. This just seemed a little off to her. Maybe she should wait. Maybe she should wait until Heather and Laurie . . . No. She wasn't going to be able go crawling to them every time she had a question. This was her life, not theirs. And as she had already remembered, she hadn't known Michelle that long, and that relationship turned out great. She didn't have much more time to think about it as Jamie's hand had snaked under the hem of Alice's short little sun dress and into her panties, fingering the young woman's pussy. 'This is going so fast,' she thought. 'Well, maybe its just a little different style. Yes, that's all it is.'




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She couldn't deny that Jamie had talented fingers. She was poking and prodding until she found the sweet spot on the Alice's front vaginal wall. Then she concentrated on it while also rubbing Alice's clitoral hood with her thumb. She had the young woman cumming in record time. Alice couldn't help but feel that the orgasm, however pleasant, seemed a little empty.

"Your turn," said Jamie who had stood up and dropped her pants. She was a natural redhead, that was for sure. She stood on the couch with one foot on either side of Alice's lap, thrusting her dripping sex into Alice's face. Alice started her tongue moving, delicately at first but increasing tempo as the redhead's crotch was ground against her lips. She tried using every trick she had learned from Michelle and Jane and Freddie in her time with them, and each seemed to be working. After about ten minutes, Jamie was cumming up a storm, smearing her nectar all over Alice's face.

"Oh," she said, "you're a good little cunt lapper. Wanna try again?" She didn't give Alice much of a choice, pressing her opening back against Alice's lips. Alice went back to work. She was sure that Jamie would 'return the favor' after that. Maybe she was just really impressed by Alice's skills. She did have good teachers after all. It took a little longer the second time, but she was able make Jamie's body shudder with pleasure by bringing her to orgasm.

Then things got a little strange. Jamie got off the couch and pulled her pants back up. "Thanks a lot," she said almost absently. "Listen, I just remembered I have to be somewhere. Listen, you were great."

"But . . ." Alice didn't get it. Did she do something wrong? Jamie took her by the shoulder and led the stunned girl to the door. 

"Listen, let's not go getting all emotional. We were both just looking for some fun. So we had some fun. You're a great kid, really." Then Alice was out and the door was shut.

She just stood there for a moment. Staring at the door. She vaguely contemplated knocking, but decided against it. Somehow she knew that Jaime wouldn't answer the door. She had gotten what she wanted. Alice started to walk home. She left her car at the restaurant, feeling like she was in no condition to drive. She paid little attention to anything around her. She would later wonder how she managed to make it home alive, considering she was walking on auto-pilot. And the only thing she could think of is what she should have done differently. Jamie had been so complimentary, so it must have been Alice that had screwed things up somehow. The obvious answer managed to elude her. She stumbled into her dorm room. Apparently Heather wasn't back from her meeting. That worked for Alice. She didn't want to talk to anyone right then. Unfortunately for her, the phone rang and she answered out of instinct.

"Hey youngin'!" came Michelle's voice. "Hope I didn't wake you. What the hell am I talkin' about? It's a Friday night. You girls are probably on your way out."

"No," she returned. "I just went out to O'Malley's, but I wasn't really into it tonight."

There was a moment of silence. "Hon, are you okay? You sound . . ."

"I'm just tired, that's all."

Michelle was obviously not convinced. "Listen, is Heather there?"

"No," Alice returned. She needed to divert the conversation. She didn't know what was wrong, but she knew she didn't want to talk about it. "It's . . . Heather and Laurie had a fight. I've been playing referee. It's just tired me out, that's all."

"Oh really?" said Michelle, still concerned. "What happened?" Alice told her about everything that had transpired between the two girls. Michelle seemed to have bought into the diversion. She agreed with Alice's assessment that the two would probably be fine as soon as Heather stopped being stubborn and Laurie gave her a little space to adjust. Heather may be comfortable with her sexuality, but Michelle was willing to bet that having an actual 'relationship' was new for her. But the muscular cowgirl still sensed something was amiss. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. I just think I'm going to go to bed a little early tonight. Listen, can we talk later? I'm really wiped out right now." She didn't think Michelle bought it, but she wasn't going to fight it anymore.

"Okay sweet pea. But you can call me anytime if ya need to talk. You know that right? Anytime."

"I know," Alice muttered. Suddenly, being tired wasn't just an excuse. She was barely able to keep her eyes open. "I'll talk to you next week, okay?"

When the call was finally over, Alice curled up under her blankets fully dressed. She thought that she should really go clean up, since she had basically came in her panties. But it didn't seem that important. She was asleep within minutes.

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Alice was awoken the next day by Heather prodding her in the shoulder. "Hey sleepy head. It's almost noon."

Alice sat up. Heather saw that she was full dressed, and instantly knew something was wrong. "What happened?"

"Nothing," Alice returned, averting her gaze. "I just wasn't feeling well, so I just kind of went to bed early."

"With all your clothes on?"

"Yeah. I just curled up and I was out. Didn't have time to change." It was time for another diversion. "Listen, I talked to Laurie yesterday. She's pretty screwed up, but she'll be okay." As soon as Heather heard about Laurie being in distress, all other thoughts escaped her head. "I really think you need to prioritize though."

Heather looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that she might not just have been concerned about your promise to try singing again."

"Well what else . . ."

"It's your friends."

Heather looked a little defensive. "What about them?"

"Listen you know what I'm saying is true. They don't like her, because they still see her as a prototypical American Barbie doll. And now you're hanging out with a bunch of people who hate your girlfriend. How is she supposed to feel?"

"They don't all hate her."

Alice gave her a look that made Heather flush a bit. "Yes, they do. They think she's a empty-headed slut. You were the one who told us that. But now you won't even stand up to them. Is trying to recapture what constitutes their respect so important that you're willing to lose Laurie?"

"No," Heather muttered. "I just wasn't ready. I was expecting her friends to hate me. I could handle that. A lot of people have disliked me, usually for good reasons. It wasn't supposed to work like this. It was supposed to be . . ."

"Easy?" Alice said. Her next comment was for herself as much as Heather. "I guess some things aren't supposed to be easy." She sighed. She suddenly wanted to be alone again. "Now why don't you go work things out with your girl? She made the first move to be with you. You have to make the next one if you want to keep her."

Heather gave Alice a big hug. Alice felt a little better, though she seemed to realize that the emptiness she had felt yesterday would come back as soon as Heather walked out the door. Then Heather walked out the door, and Alice realized she hated being right.

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Heather was nervous. She looked at the well manicured landscape and lovely flowerbeds . . . it might as well have been the House of Usher for Heather. She was walking straight into the maw of hell . . . a sorority. She knocked on the front door. The young woman who answered it was apparently shocked to see Heather, who was obviously NOT the sort of person who frequented such places. She asked if she could talk to Laurie. The girl went to check to "see if she was there." Heather realized it was a bluff. The question was, did she want to talk to Heather? The girl came back and said Laurie was indeed there, then escorted the black-haired girl past several stunned looking pledges to Laurie's room. Heather was going to knock on the door when she heard, "Come in."

Laurie was sitting on the bed, much like she had been when Alice dropped by. She was wearing those cute terrycloth shorts she liked so much, and an incredibly tight tank-top (pink, of course). She looked upset, but somewhat composed. Heather felt very out of place in her torn denim shorts, wife-beater shirt and army boots.

"Hi," said Laurie.

"Hey. How . . . How have you been?" It sounded so lame.

"I've been pissed off and crying. Yourself?" She sounded really bitter.

"Pissed off, but no crying." They stood in awkward silence for a few moments. "I wish I knew the easy way to work through this," she said at last.

"Do you really want to?" Laurie asked, wringing her hands nervously.

"Of course! We're having a fight. That's what couples do. They fight, they work it out . . . I guess. I've never had to do that last part before. But I want to." She sat down on the bed next to Laurie, who was struggling with what to say. "It's okay. Don't worry about what you're going to say, and just say it."

Laurie looked her dead in the face. "Are you ashamed of me?"

Heather looked bewildered. "Ashamed?"

"Yeah. I mean, I know what your friends think of me. And apparently their opinions matter more to you than mine do. Do they even know that we're still together? I just want to know if the 'summer fling' is over, so you can go back to the way your life was before?"

Heather was rarely speechless, but one of those moments had arrived. Did Laurie think she was really that shallow? And was Heather herself willing to risk her first real romance catering to the opinions of people who would only accept her on their petty terms? Laurie was blanching, interpreting the girl's silence as assent. The only thing Heather could think to do was kiss her, so that's what she did. Laurie was taken aback, but returned the kiss out of instinct. 

"No . . . Wait a minute," she said finally. "You don't get to do this. You don't get to come in here after calling me stupid and getting me all upset and looking all naughty . . . No. Can't think that."

Heather sat back, but the look on Laurie's face said she probably wasn't as adamant about Heather stopping as she had implied. "I'm not ashamed of you. It was never about that. You have to believe me on that. Yes, I've been trying to salvage old friendships if I could. I wasn't ready for them to react them the way they did. I didn't want to give up my previous life. But if they force me to make a choice, I WILL choose you. Just . . . just give me a chance to work through it. Please?"

Laurie had pursued Heather for almost a year before she finally won her over. She had put a lot on the line, including her self-respect, trying to win the girl's heart. She wasn't ready to give up yet. "How long?"

"Just two more weeks. If they can't handle me just because I've upgraded my taste in women," she said, making Laurie blush, "then they can all go to hell. I'll have you and Alice. And . . ." Heather was cut off as Laurie pushed her onto the bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her vehemently. The brunette actually had to push Laurie away for a moment before they both suffocated. "Didn't you want to talk about the singing thing?"

Her lover looked at her. "Are you going to keep your promise?"

"Yes. I just need a little more time. Before Thanksgiving, I swear . . ."

"Then could you just shut up and kiss me? I hear make-up sex is the best kind!"

Heather smiled, sliding her hands up Laurie's torso, pushing her shirt up and unhooked her bra. 'Thank goodness for front-clasps,' she thought. She latched her hands onto those 36-C tits and mauled them relentlessly. She had Laurie moaning in no time. But there was something else that she needed to do. She grabbed her lover by the neck and pulled her head down so she could kiss her again. 

"And in case you have any doubts," Heather said, "I love you." The look on her face made Heather think that her girlfriend was going to cum right then and there. It was a kind of joy unlike any other. She felt she had known for a while, but she had needed to say it, and apparently her lover needed to hear it. Laurie started ripping Heather's clothes off, not wanting to wait anymore. The dark-haired girl was almost taken aback. She was normally the dominant one during sex, but Laurie wasn't taking a back seat to anyone at that moment. Heather was suddenly afraid for her safety.

Laurie got on her knees and pulled what remained of Heather's shorts down and off. Heather was just lying there, completely at the blonde girl's mercy, and she was wearing one of the sexy little thongs Laurie had bought her. Laurie smiled when she saw the underwear. She had been hounding her girlfriend to wear something racier than her regular boxer shorts. "Is that for me?"

Heather actually blushed. "I don't see what you like about these things so much. It feels so weird and . . ."

Laurie turned Heather over so she could see that perfect ass. She had dreamed about that ass for so long, and it was suddenly right there, perfectly framed. She pushed the girl's legs apart, slipped her fingers under the thong and into Heather's moist slit. "How weird does this feel?"

Her lover groaned. "That doesn't feel weird. That just feels right." Laurie sucked on her index finger from her other hand, then slipped it into Heather's tight asshole. "Oh damn! That feels perfect!" Heather arched her hips up a bit, giving herself some clearance from the bed and Laurie some room to work. And Laurie was working hard, diddling with the other girl's pussy and ass and making her moan like a banshee in heat. 

"Say it," she whispered intensely. "Say it again. Please?"

"I love you," Heather groaned. "I love you so fucking much!" 

That was all the encouragement Laurie needed. She finger-fucked Heather as hard as she could. She had three fingers in her box and two in her ass, stretching her lover's sexual openings in every direction they could go. Heather was clawing and grasping at the comforter, which was such a girly shade of pink that she normally wouldn't be caught dead on it. Laurie kept it up for almost ten minutes before Heather couldn't take anymore, and she came all over that horrible comforter. When the climax was over, Laurie lay on Heather's back, pressing her enormous, soft tits into Heather's back and kissing her lover right on the back of the neck. 

"You're right," murmured Heather. "Make-up sex is good. But any sex with you is good." Heather was on a roll as far as pushing the right buttons with her blonde-bombshell girlfriend. Laurie flipped Heather over onto her back so she could lay on her, face-to-face, and make out with her some more. "Now if you'd just sit on my face, I can apologize some more." Laurie smiled and got off the bed so she could remove her shorts. She straddled her narrow hips over Heather's face, and the dark-haired girl wasted no time making good on her promise. As her tongue started to dance all over Laurie's nether-region, her hands reached up and grabbed those pendulous breasts that captivated her so. As she buried her tongue in the girl's pussy, she fondled those globes, paying extra-special attention to her large, soft nipples. She squeezed them between her fingers and thumbs, pulling and tugging ever so gently. And Laurie's nectar had never tasted sweeter. Heather gleaned the girl's juices from her deepest recesses with her nimble tongue, and her tongue stud seemed to be stimulating all the right places in the blonde girl's box. Laurie's body was writhing and rippling above her. She seemed to be responding well to the breast play, which suited Heather just fine. She LOVED playing with the girl's tits. 

She sensed that Laurie was getting close, so she slowed her attentions. She didn't want to end it too soon, thought she'd been at it for fifteen minutes. She would lick the girl top to bottom and pull on those nipples, then release everything just before Laurie achieved climax. It soon had Laurie in a state of frenzied sexuality. The blonde girl was pushing her pussy mercilessly against her lover's face, practically bouncing on her head.

"Don't you dare make me wait," she said huskily. "I don't want to wait another second."

Heather finally brought her to the brink and let her have her way. She must have been turned on like never before, because Heather had never seen her cum so hard in the months she had been burying her face between those beautiful thighs. She teased the clit directly through the whole thing, making sure that it was an orgasm Laurie would never forget. Heather came close to drowning, but she would have died with a smile. 

Laurie lay down next to her, cooing like a dove and nuzzling her lover's neck as Heather played with her hair. "That was good," she muttered, then nibbled on Heather's ear. "Can we do that instead of fighting next time?"

Heather looked down at her. "I meant it when I said I love you. But this probably isn't the last fight we're going to have. Are you ready for that?"

"If you keep saying 'I love you,' I'll be ready for anything. Because I love you too."

A look of concern passed over Heather's face. 

"What is it?"

"I just remembered something. Alice seemed really freaked out about something this afternoon. She slept until noon, fully dressed. I was trying to figure out what was wrong, but I think she was being intentionally misleading. I was so worried about making things right with you . . ."

"Say no more. After she came over yesterday, I asked her if she wanted to go out, but she said not to worry about it. I forget we're her only social outlet, so maybe our arguing got to her?"

"I don't think it's just that. Wanna go over to my place and try and figure out what it is?"

"Sure," Laurie said, kissing Heather on the shoulder. "But you're gonna have to wear some of my stuff. I kind of shredded yours."

Her lover's eyebrows shot up. "You're kidding, right? I'm not wearing pink. I'll walked home naked before I wear pink."

"As tempting as that would be to watch, I think I have a solution." She fished out a pair of black bicycle shorts and a plain gray tee-shirt. The shirt fit fine, but the shorts were snug on Laurie's narrow hips, so they were stretched to the limit on Heather's fuller hips and teardrop ass. Heather thought that they were indecently snug. Laurie was practically drooling, and was fantasizing about the ways she could get peel those shorts off later that evening. Just then, the phone rang. Laurie looked at her caller id.

"Hunh? It's someone at the ranch. Cool!" She picked up the phone. "Hey. Hey Michelle! What? We were just going to talk to her. Yeah, 'we'. I think we've worked things out. Did Alice tell you about . . .?" Laurie's face became concerned. "No, I promise. Yeah, we'll call after we've talked to her." She looked back at Heather. "Michelle talked to Alice last night and she could tell something was wrong, but she got swerved the same as you, but she knew something wasn't right. We'd better go."

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Back at the dorm . . .

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Alice was fanatically cleaning the dorm-room when the two girls arrived. She looked up when they walked in.

"Nice shorts," she said. You weren't wearing that outfit when you left." Her voice trailed off as she went to dust her computer desk. She smiled, but it would have been obvious to a blind man that the smile was forced. "So did you two work stuff out?" 

"Mostly," said Laurie. She took Heather's hand and smiled at her girlfriend. Alice looked over, and seeing the two girls holding hands made her visibly wince. Heather noticed.

"Alice, we appreciate everything you've done for us," she said, "and for helping us sort through this. But just because we're having problems doesn't mean we're not both here for you."




Lost in Texas Ch. 02



Laurie sat Alice on the bed. "So why don't you tell us why we got a call from Michelle telling us she was worried about you, and why she thinks you're keeping something from us."

Alice opened her mouth, but Heather cut her off. "And don't tell us 'nothing.' You went to bed with all your clothes on yesterday. You've cleaned the room so much they could perform surgery on the floor, and you're haven't changed or apparently bathed since yesterday. I'm familiar with the signs of depression sweetheart. I've been there more often than you know."

Alice felt tears welling up. She wasn't sure why. She hadn't really felt the need to cry before. What was there to cry about? She just had to figure out what she had wrong and go make it right with Jamie. Because things hadn't gone like they were supposed to. You have sex with someone and they're your friend. That was how it was supposed to work. "I . . . there's nothing wrong. I just . . . I just . . ." She just sat their, wringing her hands. She had forgotten what she wanted to say. 

Laurie wrapped her arm around Alice's shoulders. The girl was trembling. "Michelle told us that you told her that you went to O'Malley's last night. Did something happen while you were there?"

Heather sat on the bed opposite them. "If there's nothing bothering you, then you won't mind telling us."

"I went to O'Malley's, just like you said." She was obviously struggling to keep her voice even, though she couldn't keep it from cracking. "I wasn't having much fun without you guys. The singing was especially bad though. This one guy managed to ruin a song I didn't even like. Do you know how hard that is to do?" She glanced around nervously, but neither girl was taking the bait. They weren't going to be distracted. "But right before I left, this girl sat down and started talking to me. She was really pretty and sexy and sweet. She kept telling me how nice I looked. She asked if I wanted to go back to her place to chat." Alice was beginning to feel like her throat had swollen shut. She wondered if she was getting sick. She told her friends everything that had happened at Jamie's place. Every word seemed etched clearly in her memory. Laurie's arm started trembling, and Heather looked angry again. But it wasn't her usual cynical-angry. It was her bleeding-forehead angry. "So that's it. I guess I just offended her somehow or did something wrong." Her gaze darted almost frantically between the two girls. "So I'm trying to figure out what it was so I can go apologize to her and maybe she'll like me again." She fell silent after that. Maybe they would be able to tell her what she did wrong.

"Alice," said Heather between clenched teeth, "what was this girl's name?"

"I . . . I don't think I should tell you. You look really angry and you shouldn't be. Whatever it was must have been my fault, so I don't want you . . ." 

Heather had suddenly gotten up, told Laurie she'd be back in a bit, and left the room. 

" . . . to go storming off," Alice finished. 

Laurie found herself needing to be the voice of reason, which wasn't traditionally her strong suit. But this was important, so she chose her words carefully. "Honey, you need to let me say this. Don't interrupt. You didn't do anything wrong. This girl did. I've been around people like that before. She was a user. She saw someone she thought she could manipulate. Someone shy and naïve and alone."

"No," interrupted Alice, ignoring Laurie's earlier request. "She was so pretty and . . ."

"That's got nothing to do with it! I think deep down that you know it. Did you think that men had cornered the market on being pigs? Women are just as underhanded and devious. This girl sounds like a major shark, and you were her meal. You had to realize what she was doing, didn't you?"

Alice wasn't sure what to say. "Well, it didn't feel like it did with Michelle or Jane or Freddie, if that's what you mean. But didn't Jane say that everyone was different? I thought that maybe she just approached sex a little differently. I kept expecting for her to be nice like Michelle had been. I felt comfortable with Michelle, and I had only known her for a day. Why not this girl? Why couldn't I get her to like me the way you like Heather and she likes you?"

Laurie was flabbergasted. "Is that what you wanted? To fall in love just like that? Did you forget that I was after Heather for an entire year before she even noticed me like a girl instead of pest? Love isn't that simple to find sometimes."

"But you found each other. Like Jane found Michelle and Freddie. Why can't I find that? Why can't she see me like that? Why did she use me like that?" Alice gasped. It was like someone had flipped a light-switch on in the middle of the night, and her eyes suddenly were forced to adjust.

Laurie saw the gears finally clicking in her friend's head. "Alice, you're nineteen. You don't need to find 'the one' right off the bat. I got lucky, that's all. I had a parade of wannabe-lovers wander by, but that's all they were; wannabe's. I haven't had eyes for anyone but Heather in a long time. You're still discovering who you are. How can you find your soul-mate if you don't even know who you are yourself yet?"

Her friend was barely listening. She realized that she was sitting on a bed in cum encrusted underwear pining away for someone that had used her like a sex toy and disposed of her like a tissue. She had never dated in high school, so she had been completely oblivious to the obvious signs of insincerity. She had been used. And suddenly she started to cry. Once she started, she couldn't stop. She pressed down on her dress, tucking it between her legs. She was ashamed that she had wanted to spread them for that woman. She was ashamed because of what she'd done and how weak she had been. And she was ashamed that she couldn't stop crying.

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Heather stormed into O'Malley's with the firm intention of killing someone. It was mid-afternoon, which was too late for lunch and too early for dinner, so the place was mostly deserted. Luckily she knew the hostess from school. They had never been friends, and the girl was one of those people who had waited for Heather to blow a fuse every day, but at least she didn't have to introduce herself. She tried to calm down. There was no need to antagonize the girl, particularly since she was about to ask a favor.

"Hey."

The girl looked around, as if surprised that Heather was speaking to her. "Hi. Heather, right?"

"Yeah. You're . . . Jennifer?" 

"Well, Jenny for short, but yeah. I'm surprised you remember me."

"I remember everyone I've ever yelled at," Heather said with a smile.

Jenny chuckled. "You have quite a memory then." She was apparently pleasantly surprised by Heather's change in attitude from the previous semester. Heather actually smiled at her. It was a pretty smile, though somewhat unnerving.

"Yeah. Well, I have a question or two. Were you working last night?"

"Yeah. I worked until close."

"Did you see my friend Alice in here?"

"You guys are friends now?" She looked perplexed. "I thought you couldn't stand her. Or anyone. It's been weird seeing you all come in together."

Heather felt a little embarrassed. "Things changed a bit over the summer. It's a long story. But I was curious if you remember seeing her."

"Yeah. She was sitting over there in the corner. Kept expected you and your other friend to show up." Jenny almost had to force the word "friend" out. It wasn't one that anyone was sure how to use when referring to Heather and Laurie those days.

"Was she with anyone?"

"Now that you mention it, I saw her talking to a redhead that comes in here from time to time. Bit of a looker and a lot of a player, if you catch my drift."

Heather gritted her teeth. "Oh, I get it." Jenny looked suddenly worried. "No, don't worry. I'm not mad at you. But you wouldn't know the girl's name, would you?"

"Sorry," Jenny said, apparently sincerely. "But I know I've seen her in her before. I could ask Mike when he comes in. He was tending bar yesterday."

Heather wrote down her number on a piece of paper. "If he knows her name or how to get a hold of her, I would really appreciate it if you or he would call this number and ask for me. Don't leave a message if I'm not there though. I want to hear it live and in living color."

Jenny was looking suspicious now. "Mind if I ask what this is about?"

The dark-haired girl realized she would probably have to be honest if she were to get any help from this girl. She remembered Jenny as being a generally decent person. "Yeah. She was very disrespectful to my friend and I don't appreciate it, so I'd like to have a few words with her. I won't let anyone know you helped me. I just really don't like that sort of person."

"Is there a sort of person you do like?" joked Jenny.

"Apparently, blondes with big boobs."

Jenny's eyes widened. "So it's true? You and that Laurie chick . . ."

"Yep. Surprised me too."

"Isn't that a little weird, considering how you used to yell at her all the time?"

Heather flushed crimson. "I'm not proud of that. But being with her isn't weird. It's actually . . . well, kind of perfect." Heather couldn't believe that she was talking so openly about this with someone she barely knew. But she felt a need to confess her affection all of a sudden.

Jenny had a pleased smile. "I'll make sure to call you if I hear anything."

"Thanks. And by the way, I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For whatever I yelled at you about." With that, she headed back for home.

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Alice was finally regaining some of her composure when Heather came back. Laurie ordered the poor girl to go take a shower to help clear her head. Alice reluctantly obeyed. Once she was gone, Heather turned to Laurie.

"So, did she tell you who this bitch was?"

"No, because she really doesn't want YOU to do anything rash. I think she'll get over it now that she's acknowledged what happened." Laurie grabbed Heather's hands. "Please don't do anything violent. I'd hate to have to visit you in prison. Though you would look cute in stripes. Have you ever . . . "

"I'm not going to stand by and let her do that to my friend."

"Alice is a big girl. It happens to girls her age every day all over the world. She got played. It was contem . . . contem . . . it was really mean, but it wasn't illegal. We can't guard her against every evil the world spits her way."

"Maybe not, but if I can find this one chick, I can certainly show her the error of her ways." She sat down on the bed and gave Laurie a quick kiss. "By the way, the word I think you work looking for was 'contemptible.' Besides," Heather said sighing, "how could I have been so blind, or so selfish for that matter? She was obviously messed up, and all I could think about was . . ."

" . . . was us," finished Laurie. The two of them sat on Heather's bed, shoulder to shoulder. Laurie lay her head on her girlfriend's shoulder and took her hand. Heather could almost hear the cogs turning in her head. The way Laurie's forehead scrunched up when she was deep in thought was so cute!

"Alice has left Wonderland, hasn't she?" Laurie asked at last. "Out of the rabbit hole and off with her head."

"I think the 'off with her head' was while she was still in Wonderland."

"Oh yeah. Sorry, I need to work on my anagrams."

"Analogies, sweetheart. Those are called analogies." Heather kissed her on the tip of the nose. "You're so cute when you get philosophical. Did you know that?"

"Hmm." Laurie just snuggled up against Heather. Just then, Alice emerged from the shower. She was wearing her pajamas and her hair was still plastered against her head. 

"So, did I make a big enough idiot of myself?" she sniffed.

Heather smiled. "No. You could never be a big enough idiot for us." Alice chuckled a bit. Her eyes were red from crying, but Heather felt the worst of it was probably over. She and Laurie stood up and knelt on either side of the distressed girl, giving her a hug. Then Laurie pulled up a chair.

"Give me your foot."

"What? Why?"

"Just gimme." Alice raised her foot, and Laurie took in her talented hands and started to give her a foot rub. Heather knew from experience how good those felt. She placed a couple of pillows behind Alice's back as their friend settled back, enjoying Laurie's talented hands.

"I think what my eloquent girlfriend is getting at is that you need to try and relax."

"Yeah," said Laurie. "So we're just going to kick back, and I'm going to massage all your worries away, and we're going to sit around doing girly stuff and watch movies."

Heather looked over. "Did you say 'girly stuff'? There is no chance in hell . . ."

Laurie looked over, pouted her lips and used her arms to scrunch up her cleavage. "Please?"

Heather sighed. She really needed to develop a defense against Laurie's pout-attack. "Okay, I'll go rent the movies. Alice, what did you want to watch? Let me guess . . . horror?" Heather found it strange that the shy girl had such an affinity for horror films. She knew more about them than anyone else Heather had met. Heather was (slightly) concerned that she was rooming with a potential serial killer.

"If you don't mind . . ."

"Hell, doesn't bother me," Heather returned. If she was going to have to endure girlish antics, at least she could take comfort in the fact that Laurie got scared watching those types of movies, and she invariably wanted to cuddle during them. 

"I don't care," Alice whispered, then seemed to find a little bit of internal fire. "Just find something where a redhead gets disemboweled."

Heather smiled and gave Alice another hug. "That's my girl." She turned to leave.

"Oh, could you pick up some ice cream?"

"Ooh yeah! Chocolate!"

Heather stopped in the doorway. She sighed, rolled her eyes, and closed the door behind her.

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Later in the week . . .

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Over the course of the week, Alice was pretty much able to recover. She might have become a little more guarded than she had before, but her friends were sure it would pass. She wasn't the first girl to be the recipient of a one-night stand (even though it hadn't even lasted the night). Heather did get a phone call from Jenny, the hostess from O'Malley's. She had talked to the bartender Mike, and apparently there was a bit of a story to that woman. Heather found out that the girl's name was Jamie Franklin, and she was a snake of the worst kind. Mike had noticed her casing Alice out before, but she was afraid to make a move. Apparently, Heather's reputation as a woman not to be trifled with had preceded her. So Jamie had simply waited until the dark-haired girl wasn't around to make her move. The girl hit a different mark each week with almost uncanny accuracy. Mike knew she lived nearby, but didn't have an exact address and suspected she was unlisted. But he knew that she rarely hit the same haunt two weeks in a row, so she was likely to disappear for a while. Heather thanked Jenny for the information and hung up. 'It may take a while, you fucking whore, but I will find you,' she thought. 'And I'll show you just what kind of bitch I can be.'

During the week, Alice was forced by Heather to call Michelle to alleviate the woman's concerns. When the muscular woman heard about everything that happened, she calmly asked to speak to Heather again. Alice didn't know what those two women spoke about, but she later reminded her dark-haired friend that she didn't want Heather doing anything rash, particularly if it was something Michelle had suggested. Alice had finally realized that she was indeed a big girl, and that she was just going to have to move on with her life.

Friday night rolled around and, much to Laurie's pleasure, Heather decided to blow off her women's lit group so the three of them could reclaim O'Malley's. They wanted to let Alice know that she was safe there. Both Jenny and Mike had promised to keep an eye out for Jamie. Both of them were working that evening, and both were recipients of some outrageous tips by Laurie. Being the daughter of a senator did have some benefits.

Laurie and Heather were definitely over their issues, but Laurie sensed that Heather was a little off her game. She kept glancing around nervously, and Laurie thought she might be on the lookout for Jamie.

"Calm down. Mike said she wouldn't be here two weeks in a row." She kissed her on the cheek. "So just sit back and relax." 

Heather glanced away. "No, it's not that. It's just . . ." She was cut off as Mike announced the beginning of the Friday night karaoke contest. The three girls turned and faced the stage. Laurie and Alice marveled at how horrible the first series of people were. Each week, ten people got to compete for a one hundred-dollar prize, but the jeering public was lucky to find one of them that could actually carry a tune. And people could only participate in the contest once every six months, to prevent the singers that were actually good from beating away the "competition" each week. The first nine singers went up and gave it there all. Unfortunately, they all sucked. 

Laurie looked over at Heather, who didn't seem as enthusiastic in her insults as she usually was. "C'mon sweetie. What's wrong?"

The speakers squeaked and Mike's voice blared through the air. "Next up . . . Holy shit! Heather Englund!"

Alice looked shell-shocked, but it was nothing compared to the dumfounded look on Laurie's face.

Heather looked sheepish. "I guess I should have told you," she said nervously. 

Laurie looked into her eyes. Her girlfriend was actually scared. This was one of the toughest girls she had ever met. This was a girl who, despite her and Alice's protestations, had every intention of kicking Jamie's ass the next time she saw her. Heather hadn't even tried to sing for anyone but her and their small group of friends since her high school talent show, which had ended very badly. Laurie realized something. This wasn't an idle decision for the dark-haired beauty. Heather was doing this for Laurie. She was keeping her promise.

"C'mon Heather," joked the voice on the intercom. "Your audience is waiting."

Heather stood up. She was actually shaking a bit. But as she headed up towards the stage, Laurie grabbed her arm, spun her around and gave her a very warm, wet kiss. The crowd went nuts. Hey, they were mostly college students, and what college student didn't like seeing two hot young women making out in public?

"Go get 'em," was all Laurie could think to say. "Then we can go celebrate."

Heather smiled. She liked that idea. She made her way over to the little stage and grabbed the microphone. The music started playing, and Laurie had to agree with the choice. It was Pat Benetar's 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot.' It was a song that required a little bit of attitude to sing, and attitude was something Heather had in spades. The raven-haired siren stumbled on the first line as her voice cracked a bit. But Laurie just smiled, and Heather noticed. Before anyone could even get around to the catcalls, Heather found her voice again and let loose like no one could believe. Jenny had stopped by the girl's table to say hi, and she actually had to sit down. She was another music major and, like everyone else, was completely unprepared for Heather's voice. By the end of the song, Heather was moving around, stomping her feet and obviously was completely consumed by her own performance. The crowd cheered so loudly that they actually scared some passersby. Once Heather realized the song was over, she buried her face in her hands, glancing over the tips of her fingers at the wildly cheering crowd. Laurie was willing to bet bottom-dollar that her lover didn't know whether to laugh, smile or cry. It was a baby step for her, but at least it was a step forward. 




Lost in Texas Ch. 02



When she returned, Laurie practically mauled Heather right there next to the table, wrapping her arms around the girl's neck and her legs around Heather's waist. Heather didn't mind the spectacle at that moment. She had apparently done right by her girlfriend, so she was getting rewarded. 

Jenny looked over at Alice. "So, are they always like this now?"

"Yep," Alice said, casually taking a sip of her drink. "This is actually what they refer to as 'foreplay'."

"Someone's going to have to explain to me what happened to you guys this summer. Want a refill?"

"Yes please."

Heather finally was able to put Laurie down, but they didn't separate lips until their oxygen supply ran low. Mike wandered over to give Heather the prize money. Heather took it, smiled, and then stuck it down Laurie's cleavage for safekeeping. Laurie blushed.

"So, does that mean you're paying me for sex? Because that's what you're getting tonight."

"AHEM," said Alice. "So Heather, I take it I shouldn't hurry home tonight?"

Her friends looked embarrassed.

"Sorry," said Laurie. "I forgot. We can wait . . ."

"Oh poopy," Alice said, in what was her version of swearing. "You two have been tippy-toeing around me for days. Yes, I'm upset about what happened. But I'm going to be more upset if you two keep calling off your plans to baby-sit me. Why don't you two go back to the dorm room, and I'll swing by in . . .?"

"Half and hour?" Heather asked, looking at Laurie. Laurie kissed her and grabbed a firm handful of Heather's ass. "Okay, an hour."

Jenny was standing nearby and grinning. "Alice, why don't you sit over at the bar. Free refills and a dessert. Mike will set you up."

Alice nodded her consent. Laurie and Heather grinned, and both gave Jenny a big hug. Heather looked at her. "I don't suppose you're gay, are you?"

Jenny blushed. "Actually, I'm dating Mike."

"Too bad," she continued, glancing at Alice. 

"Heather!" Alice was blushing. "That will be just about enough of that from you. Now go home and give your girlfriend a thrill."

"Don't worry," said Jenny, putting her arm across Alice's shoulders. "Mike and I will walk her home."

"Thanks. Woh!" Heather said as Laurie dragged her out the door and to the car. They made record time back to the dorms. Heather had a hard time getting her room keys out, as Laurie could barely contain her wandering hands. The door finally flew open and Heather deposited Laurie somewhat unceremoniously on the bed. She closed the door and reached to take off her shirt.

"Slow down," said Laurie. "Please? Do it slow."

Heather was a little taken aback. Going slow wasn't something she did often, but if that's what her girl wanted . . . She slowly raised her shirt over her head, revealing her well-defined, nicely muscled physique. She was no Michelle, but she wasn't someone to be trifled with. Laurie had reached into her shorts, and Heather saw her fingers working under that fabric. Heather wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small enough and firm enough she really didn't need one. She turned around so her back was facing her lover. She knew Laurie loved her ass, so she was going to give the blonde an eyeful. She draped her hair forward over her shoulder so Laurie could see the tattoo of the serpent across her shoulders and down her arms. She flexed the muscles of her shoulders, making the snake appear to almost slither. Laurie's masturbation increased to a heated pace. Heather unzipped her jeans and, with feet together, pushed them down her legs at an excruciatingly slow speed. She kicked off her shoes, and she found herself standing there wearing nothing but a thong. 

"You have such a nice butt," Laurie said, biting her lip and continuing her self-stimulation. Heather was actually blushing. She wasn't use to being the sexy one. She strode over to the bed and sat down, pressing her hand against the outside of Laurie's shorts, holding the girl's hand against her crotch as she masturbated.

"I want to watch you get off," Heather whispered. She caressed the side of her girlfriend's cheek and felt her hand start working harder under her shorts. It took a little longer than normal for Laurie to achieve release due to the limited mobility of her hand, but Heather didn't mind the wait. Just watching her girlfriend's face was turning the dark-haired girl on like nobody's business. Eventually Laurie was pushing against Heather's hand as she tried arching her back while waves of pleasure seemed through her body. She was chewing on her lower lip to avoid screaming, which Heather thought was adorable. 

"So, are you gonna help me get naked or what?" the blonde girl said. Heather peeled Laurie's now-damp shorts down while the girl took her own top off. Heather's buxom lover was lying there in her wet panties and skimpy bra, and she felt her heart beating faster. "I left the bra for you. I know you like taking that off yourself."

Heather thanked God (again) for front clasp bras. The cups snapped to the side and Heather's hands latched to her girlfriend's perfect globes, with Heather's earnings from the karaoke contest falling to the mattress. Then came the sucking of the tits, the nibbling of the nipples, the fondling . . .

"Hey, what about the rest of my body?" Laurie moaned. Not that her heart was genuinely in her complaints.

"If you insist," Heather returned, sliding a hand down under Laurie's panties and picking up where her girlfriend had left off. Soon she had Laurie squirming at both ends. And she was able to keep sucking on those tits, which was quickly becoming her favorite hobby.

"Mmh! That's better! But don't you want a little action too?"

Heather reluctantly released her lip-lock on Laurie's melons, but solaced herself by getting into a sixty-nine position with her girlfriend. Both girls pushed each other's panties aside and started to lick. Licking quickly escalated to include fingering. Laurie inserted two fingers into Heather's asshole, but Heather scrunched her four fingers together to stretch Laurie's vaginal walls. Students in the dorms on either side were probably getting an earful, but Heather didn't much care. She was going to show her lover a good time and it didn't much matter who heard.

This arrangement went on for quite some time, each girl franticly licking and slurping and fingering in an attempt to please the other. Laurie stretched an arm under the pillow.

"Ah ha! Same place I keep mine," she said, pulling Heather's vibrator out from its hiding place. Actually, she had known it was there from their many previous sessions, but every time she pulled it out it felt like someone had given her a present. Heather heard the familiar buzz, and felt the trembling tip placed against her opening. 

"Fuck," she groaned. Laurie was talented enough with her fingers; give her a toy and she could make Heather do anything she wanted. 

"Hmm. Does that feel good?" Laurie asked, tracing the length of Heather's slit with her own toy. She used it to stimulate the stretch of delicate skin between Heather's ass and lower pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Heather was in ecstasy. Ever since her first trip down Anal Lane with Freddie, Heather had discovered a deep-seated longing for the road less traveled. Laurie knew this, and took advantage of it whenever she could. Teasing the rim of Heather's asshole while plunging her fingers into its tight depths was more than enough to bring the dark-haired siren to orgasm. As Heather got close, Laurie had a request to make.

"C'mon," she pleaded, "you know what I want. Sing for me."

Heather started to croon anything that came to mind. Laurie's favorites were love songs and lullabies, but after a certain point, Heather was lucky to do scales. She had reached that point. She started to wail as she felt her muscles clench and her floodgates open. Laurie's fingers were temporarily trapped in the dark-haired girl's ass as the orgasm ripped through her. Heather buried her mouth in Laurie's pussy to prevent herself from outright screaming. The blonde girl had been close enough that this little bit of oral stimulation sent her down the same road that Heather had recently traveled.

That wasn't the end of it. Laurie inserted the vibrator further into Heather's box, making the dark-haired girl's insides tingle all over. Heather's studded tongue was moving at a blistering pace as she licked at Laurie's pussy like a dehydrated dog at a bowl of water. The two girls coaxed each other to one more orgasm a piece in that same position. 

Then Laurie got Heather on all fours. The blonde girl stuck her palms together so her hands looked like a giant claw. She stuck three finger from the bottom hand into Heather's pussy while two fingers from the top hand sank into Heather's ass again. That made Heather coo like a dove. Freddie had found out about Heather's sensitive rear, and Laurie loved to exploit it. It took another ten minutes or so, but she gave Heather one more mind-blowing orgasm before they collapsed onto the bed. Both were covered with sweat and completely drained of energy by the time they decided to call it quits. Strangely, after a few minutes of silence, another sound filtered through the air. It was . . . applause.

The two girls wrapped themselves up in sheets and went to the window, peeking through the blinds. Alice, Jenny, Mike and a couple of their neighbors were sitting on the benches on the grass outside the dorms. They were eating chips, drinking sodas and beer and generally having a good time. When they saw the two girls staring out at them, another round of applause ensued. The two girls threw on some of Heather's clean clothes, though Laurie had to hold the shorts up due to the fact they were supposed to fit a girl with slightly wider hips. Heather opened the door and she, hand and hand with her girlfriend, went outside.

Alice said, with a perfectly straight face, "That was more than an hour." She glanced over at Mike who had a small notebook in his hand. "So, who won the pool?"

"You did," he muttered. "It wasn't fair. You know them better." Everyone pulled out their wallets and handed the young woman a dollar. 

"Then you shouldn't have made the bet."

Laurie was blushing while Heather had an incredulous look on her face. "You were betting? On sex?!? Our sex?!?"

"Just betting on how long you two would go. These people," Alice said, indicating her cohorts, "didn't have enough faith in you. I tried to tell them . . ."

Heather sighed, turned around and went back into the dorm. She looked back at Laurie as she went and said, "Are you coming?"

Laurie looked perplexed for a moment. "Again? But we just . . ." She blushed furiously. "Oh. The other kind of 'coming.' I . . . I . . ." She turned and practically skipped into the room after her girlfriend. The rest of the band dispersed now that the entertainment was over. Alice gave Jenny and Mike hugs, and thanked them for looking out for her while her friends "entertained themselves." She stood in the entrance of the room for a moment.

"Great. Now the whole place smells like sex," she said, then walked in and closed the door.

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About three weeks later . . .

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The three girls were sitting around Alice and Heather's dorm, studying for their myriad of tests. A phone call came in. It was Jenny, and she wanted to talk to Heather.

"Hey," came the voice from the other end of the line.

"Hey. What's up?"

There was a moment of silence. "I wasn't sure if I should tell you this . . . knowing your temper and all . . ."

"Jenny . . ."

"That girl is here. The one you were asking about."

Heather's brain seemed to seize up. All she could think about was anger and pain. Jenny knew the story of what had happened between Alice and Jamie, and she knew what Heather was capable of. She and her boyfriend Mike had become increasingly good friends over the last month, and Jenny herself had taken to hanging out with them in their music classes. And as much as she wanted to see Jamie get what was coming to her, she didn't want Heather to do anything drastic.

"I'll be down in a minute," Heather said in a completely forced jovial voice. 

"What's up?" asked Laurie, who was struggling with a history report. 

"I have to run down to O'Malley's for a minute." Heather hated this next part, because she didn't like the idea of lying to her friends, but; "Jenny wanted to borrow my notes, but she's going to be working late. I told her I'd drop them off and she could just return them tomorrow." Heather got up, grabbed a notebook and headed out the door.

The other two girls sat there for several minutes. Suddenly, Laurie looked up.

"Why would Jenny want to borrow Heather's notes? She hasn't missed any classes, has she?"

Alice looked a little perplexed. "Now that you mention it, no." She furrowed her eyebrows. "And . . . aren't those Heather's music notebooks over on the desk? I think she took her English notebook."

"Why would Jenny need Heather's English notes?" Laurie was truly baffled. "Why would she . . ." Laurie's eyes shot open. So had Alice's. The two girls' gazes met. 

"Oh shit!" they said in unison.

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At O'Malley's . . .

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About the time that Alice and Laurie arrived at the restaurant, Jaime came running out the door. Her face was covered in what appeared to be salad dressing, and there were bits of carrot and crouton stuck to her face. She took one look at Alice, blanched, then turned and ran down the street. Her gait seemed rather awkward and she was struggling to keep her pants up. About then, Jenny poked her head out to stare at the rapidly fleeing redhead. The hostess actually looked a little pale. Then she noticed Alice and Laurie, both still looking shocked. Alice glared at the girl. Jenny looked sheepish.

"She made me promise to call her . . ."

Laurie and Alice advanced past Jenny and into the restaurant. There weren't many patrons at that time. A number of them were looking around nervously, others just had smiles on their faces. Heather was over at the bar, talking to Mike. Mike had his head on the bar, which he was pounding with his fists as he laughed his proverbial ass off. Heather suddenly found herself flanked by her girlfriend and her roommate. 

"Um, hi . . . guys," Heather said. She had the look of a kid who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"You promised not to do anything rash," said Alice sternly.

"Actually, you asked me not to. I never promised anything. And you neglected to define 'rash' in a manner . . ."

"Oh shut up!" Alice was in no mood for semantic games. "You knew I didn't want you going after her, and you did. What kind of excuse could you possibly have that . . ."

"Heavy metal music made me do it?" Heather proposed.

"No."

"Hole in the ozone?"

"No!"

"Violence in movies and on television?"

"NO!"

"Sorry," Heather finished, "but that leaves me tapped."

Mike was laughing even harder at that point. Laurie had started to snicker but had to cover her mouth after a withering glance from Alice. Alice turned back to Heather. Then her face broke into an enormous smile, and she gave Heather a big hug.

"Thanks for looking after me," she said. 

"Anytime."

"So what exactly did you do to her?"

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A few weeks later . . .

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The three girls were sitting around Heather and Laurie's dorm room getting ready for the party. It was Halloween, and there was a big costume party at Laurie's sorority house and another one at O'Malley's. Heather was slated to do some karaoke at the second one.

Laurie had decided to dress at the dorm for the sole reason of making sure her girlfriend didn't chicken out. Somehow, the blond girl had convinced Heather to go with a "couple's" costume theme. In other words, Heather reluctantly had agreed to wear something that went with what Laurie was wearing. Laurie was dressed as an angel, so Heather was dressed as a devil. Alice realized that, despite her snide comments about couples that dressed alike, the two did look good. Laurie's angel costume was really just a long white robe that was cut really low in the front, a gold-wire halo and a plastic harp. Heather was wearing the most skin-tight red-spandex body suit Alice had ever seen. It clung to the girl's curves tenaciously, and the spiked tail hanging down in the back drew attention to Heather's ass. Laurie liked that particular feature, as she spent a lot of time staring at that ass. A pair of horns completed the ensemble. Alice could barely contain herself from snickering. For her own costume, Alice was going with a tried and true classic: a sheet with a couple of holes cut in it. She was going as a ghost.

"Are you sure you don't want something a little flashier?" asked Laurie.

"Nah, I'm good with this," Alice returned.

"C'mon," the blonde girl almost whined. "You've got some good stuff going on," she continued, referencing Alice's gentle curves. "You should show it off a bit. You're never gonna attract attention in that!" she said, pointing at the ghost costume.

Heather was listening but not participating in the discussion. She realized something that Laurie didn't. Alice may have mostly gotten over what had happened, but something had changed. When Alice had been with Michelle, she had given herself completely to the muscular woman. For Alice, sex had become associated with love and trust. Over the summer, that was all she knew. That trust had been violated with Jamie, so it was likely the sex-drive had been affected as well. Heather was still convinced her friend was going to be fine, but she wasn't likely to be looking to hook up with anyone for a while. Not unless that trust could be restored. Laurie picked and snipped and did everything she could to get their friend to open up, but Alice had set her mind.

The evening rolled around and they decided to hit the sorority party first. That was because Heather wanted to get the painful experience out of the way so they could end the night on a good note. While Laurie's sorority sisters had come to terms with Heather's presence, the dark-haired girl hadn't quite come to terms with them. Heather's social life had been in an upheaval since she had parted ways with some of her more militant friends. While a few still considered her a friend, the only ones she could count on were Laurie, Alice, and increasingly in Jenny and Mike. The two O'Malley's employees had become closer with their little group in the last month. Jenny and Mike often went on double dates with Laurie and Heather, with Alice "tagging along."

The first party wasn't quite as bad as Heather had expected. It was crowded, as college parties often are, and the music wasn't TOO horrible. Laurie danced almost constantly, and she occasionally used the infamous "pout attack" to get her girlfriend out on the floor, much to the pleasure of the boys in attendance. Alice just sort of hung out in a corner of the room, trying not to be noticed. Heather looked over at her and thought to herself, 'Unfortunately, it's working. How are we going to help her out?' And idea crossed her mind. It was simple and direct. But it would also require Laurie's consent, and she wasn't sure how to ask her girlfriend that type of question. 

Finally Heather convinced Laurie it was time to leave and go to O'Malley's. They grabbed Alice and strolled across campus towards their favorite restaurant. Laurie pestered Alice with questions, such as whether or not she was having a good time. The girl insisted she was having fun. When they arrived at the restaurant, the place was packed and hopping but due to some finagling, Mike managed to get the three girls seats at the bar. They were all underage, so they wouldn't get any alcohol there whether their friend was the bartender or not, but they got free sodas (or in Heather's case, water) and an endless supply of nachos. Heather sang karaoke to a very appreciative audience, Laurie won a dance contest (also to a very appreciative audience), and Alice just sat back, smiling under her sheet and enjoying the company of her friends.




Lost in Texas Ch. 02



As the clock approached two in the morning, it was time to leave. The three girls said goodbye to Jenny and Mike, and Alice decided she should use the restroom or risk exploding on the way home. Heather told her to meet them outside, then pulled Laurie out the doors.

"Listen sweetie, I've got a . . . I guess it's a suggestion. Now I want you to hear me out. I think I know how we might be able to help Alice out, but I can't do it without you." Laurie looked quizzical. Heather explained her theory about Alice's lack of interest in dating or sex being related to her trust issue, then she explained how she thought they could help their friend out. Laurie looked dubious at first, then her face softened. Finally she smiled. She agreed to be part of it, then gave her girlfriend a very long, sweet kiss.

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Back at the dorms . . . 

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The three girls were laughing as Heather got the door to their room open. They had all attempted to sing show-tunes as far off key as they could while walking home and Laurie had actually managed to scare some stray cats out of the bushes. Alice threw off her sheet and sat down on the bed so she could remove her shoes. She was wearing one of those soft cotton sundresses that Laurie always thought looked so cute on her. Laurie casually sat down next to her and brushed her hair away from her neck.

"You really have a pretty neck," she said, placing her talented hands on either side of Alice's neck and started to massage it.

"Thanks," Alice said softly. Laurie's hands could melt away muscle strain you didn't even know you had. There was something intrinsically sensual about her massages. 

Heather was getting out of her costume. She seemed be taking much longer to peel that red spandex down. Alice took a breath and a gulp. She never had any ambitions towards her friend, though she had always admired that physique. It was the body of a fighter, no doubt about it. Muscles rippling and . . . 'What the hell am I thinking?' Alice thought to herself. 'This is Heather I'm thinking about. But still . . .' Her eyes drifted over the girl's body. That and Laurie's hands were making Alice all warm in a place she had almost forgotten about. She began to feel a little uncomfortable. She shouldn't be having those feelings at all, particularly when . . . She felt something new. It wasn't Laurie's hands, as those were still on her neck. Something was tickling her ear. It was . . . it was Laurie's tongue!

"Wha . . .?"

Heather plopped herself down on the already crowded bed at Alice's feet. She started stroking Alice's calves, causing the girl to shiver when her hand reached the soft spot on the back of Alice's knees. 

Alice was dazed and confused. She had drunk a little at the sorority party, but not nearly enough to explain this. "Heather? Laurie? What's going on?" She moaned almost unconsciously as Laurie's tongue and lips began gently teasing the sensitive skin on the back of her neck. These girls knew what that did to her. Why were they . . .?

Heather suddenly knelt on the bed between Alice's knees and kissed her on the opposite shoulder from the one Laurie was working. Alice's brain was caught somewhere between blind panic and exquisite pleasure. She had an angel nibbling on one shoulder and the devil, horns and all, nibbling on the other. Then Heather took Alice's face in her hand and looked her straight in the eyes.

"Alice," she started, "I know this may seem a bit strange. We've been worried about you. You haven't shown any interest in dating or sex for a while. Ever since . . . well, you know."

Alice was suddenly very nervous. "I know. I just need some time . . ."

"How much time?" asked Laurie. "That excuse only works so long before it officially becomes a crutch."

"That's not fair! I do think about . . ."

Heather smiled warmly at her. "I know Freddie gave you one her toys before we left." This caused Alice to blush furiously. "And I know it's been gathering dust for a month. That's not healthy. We've tried finding someone for you, but you aren't even looking. You won't even consider going on a date." Her hands drifted inward, caressing the skin on her inner thighs. The sensation took Alice back to her first tryst with Freddie, Jane and Michelle all those months ago. It had felt so good back then. She moaned a bit.

Laurie's lips had worked their way to the edge of Alice's dress. She stopped for a moment. "You used to be so much more trusting."

It was Heather's turn again. "Someone used that trust so badly that you lost it. We want to give it back. Do you trust us?"

"Yes," Alice practically whispered. "But not this. I don't want to get between the two of you . . ."

"You're already between us," said Laurie with a grin, then reached around and started undoing the buttons on Alice's dress.

"Laurie and I aren't going anywhere because of this," Heather said, glancing up at her girlfriend. "This is just for tonight. We want to remind you what it's like to be with someone who really cares about you. Two people who care about you, if you want to get technical." 

Heather had slowly been spreading Alice's legs until her dress was scrunched up across her hips and the tip of her cotton panties came into view. Heather was looking in her friend's eyes, hoping that she wasn't pushing her too much or that she might be way off base. Alice just looked back but made no move to resist. Heather moved her hands further up until they were tracing Alice's panty-line, which caused the girl to shiver briefly. Meanwhile, Laurie had gotten Alice's dress unbuttoned and had slipped her hands through the part in the clothes. She had cupped Alice's breasts in her hand, kneading them through the floral-patterned bra. Alice's eyes closed. Heather slid her thumbs under the fabric of Alice's panties and began massaging the swollen outer lips of the girl's pussy. Alice shuddered again.

Alice seemed to be functioning in a murky haze. But it wasn't like it had been with Jamie, where the haze was one of confusion and anxiety. It was that haze you see when your body first wakes up but your eyes are still trying to adjust to the morning light. The feeling of Laurie's hands on her chest and of Heather's massaging her pussy . . . they felt good. She thought back to the first time she had made love to Michelle on the open plains of Texas. She remembered how she had felt good that day, and how she wanted to keep feeling good. She hadn't felt good in over a month. She hadn't felt much of anything in a month.

Heather was kneeling on the bed and was leaning in, her face just inches from Alice's crotch. She knew that if Alice were going to put a stop to this, it would be soon. But the word never came. Heather grabbed those plain white panties and slid them down, lifting Alice's legs so she could remove the underwear completely. The sweet, brown-haired girl was lying on the bed, her neck and shoulders being teased by Laurie and her dress was open, exposing her body to Heather. Heather leaned in again. She slid her tongue out of her mouth and gently licked the opening of Alice's box. 

Alice's entire body shuddered. She made a pleasurable groan, which encouraged Heather to increase her attentions. In all the time they had spent down on Jane's ranch, neither Laurie nor Heather had ever actually had sex with Alice, so Alice wasn't prepared for what Heather's tongue-stud would feel like buried in her crotch. It felt wonderful!

Heather sensed her friend's apprehension melting away. She twirled her tongue in Alice's slit and pushed one finger deep into the girl's recesses. 

Laurie had managed to get Alice's bra unsnapped and was able to slide her hand under the constraint to fondle the girl's soft breasts more directly. Alice's nipples were as hard as rocks as Laurie grasped them between her fingers, turning and twisting them mercilessly. She took Alice's earlobe in her teeth, pushing down lightly. Alice moaned her appreciation. 

"You really are very pretty," muttered Laurie between nibbles. "You know, I think you'd look darling in a . . ."

Heather interrupted her. "Love?"

"Yes?"

"Less make-over, more make-out."

Alice was beginning to take a more active role, grabbing Heather's head and shoving it towards her wet sex. Laurie stopped her fondling long enough to pull her robe over her head. Alice glanced back and almost giggled. That cheap wire halo was still haphazardly hovering over the blonde girl's head. And Heather was still wearing her devils' horns. Alice had an angel sucking on her neck and a demon between her thighs, and heaven was right in the middle.

Things continued along this line for fifteen minutes before Alice's body was seized by a mind-blowing orgasm. It was one of those climaxes that tensed every muscle in her body and made her juices flow with extraordinary velocity onto Heather's face. Alice was gasping quite audibly until the ability to produce coherent sound completely escaped her. Her body trembled and shook until, finally, it came down to rest.

"Hmm," moaned Alice contentedly. She felt some shifting around her. She opened her eyes to see Heather moving behind her. She was disappointed, thinking that her "therapy" was already over. Then Laurie squeezed out from behind her and Heather took her place. The blonde girl turned Alice slightly so that her legs were hanging off the bed, then spread those legs again to give Laurie access. Laurie looked up.

"You didn't think we were done with you did you?" she asked with a smile. "Orgasms and potato chips sweetie . . . No one should have just one." Then she kissed the entrance to Alice's personal paradise, sucking the juicy inner lips into her mouth. Alice felt Heather's hands on her breasts and Heather's lips on her neck. 

"Oh God!" she whispered heatedly. While Heather's oral attack scheme had been direct and powerful, Laurie's was about the tease. She traced her tongue around Alice's pussy, but never directly stimulated the really sensitive areas. Heather may have been trying to bring Alice to release quickly, but her girlfriend was going to take her time. For twenty minutes, the blond haired girl made her squirm like a worm on a hook using her tongue and fingers. She also realized she was going to have hickies from hell all over her neck from Heather. Eventually, the dark-haired girl slid a hand down Alice's body and started rubbing her clit. Alice had been teetering on the edge of bliss for a while due to Laurie's talented tongue, and Heather's intrusion was more than she could stand. The dams of pleasure burst for the second time that evening, almost drowning Laurie in their sweet waters.

Heather and Laurie had one more treat for their friend. The lay her back on her bed, with Heather returning her face to Alice's thighs while Laurie offered her tits to their young friend. Alice took one of Laurie's soft nipples into her mouth, nervously at first but gaining in passion. 'No wonder Heather likes these so much,' she thought to herself as she nursed on Laurie's ample chest as if she were a baby. And Laurie continued playing with Alice's tits as well, all the while with Heather ravaging her cunt. Heather's tongue stud was setting off alarms in Alice's pleasure centers. Then the dark-haired girl stuck one finger from each hand into her friend's depths, spreading Alice open to provide better access to her hidden places. Alice actually started seeing sparks fly as Heather's tongue went exploring like a snake in a mouse's burrow. 

Alice had been almost completely drained, so it took a little longer for Heather and Laurie to recharge the girl's battery before getting her off again. Alice wasn't sure how long they worked her over that time. She just knew that it felt good . . . that she felt safe and wonderful and special. These were her friends, and they cared about her. 

When Alice came for the third time, it wasn't as powerful as the first two. But in some ways it was just as pleasurable. It was like her body was stretching out after a long day at the gym, and it left her feeling comfortable. When the waves of pleasure finally diminished, Laurie and Heather cleaned her up, with the blonde girl running a warm washcloth over Alice's body and Heather toweling her off. The two girls tucked their friend into bed then returned to Heather's side of the room, where they snuggled under the covers while wrapped in each other's arms.

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Alice awoke early the next morning much earlier than she expected. Actually, it was almost eleven in the morning, but considering they had been up until almost four a.m., she was surprisingly refreshed. She showered, slipped into a terrycloth robe and started up the coffeepot before sitting down and staring over at her wonderful, wonderful friends. Laurie had a look of almost childlike innocence while she slept. Of course, it hadn't prevented her from stealing all the blankets. Heather was lying completely naked, spooning her girlfriend with her arm draped over the blonde girl's body. Alice took a comforter off her bed and draped it over the dark-haired girl's body. She didn't want Heather catching a cold. 

Suddenly, Alice felt inspired. She grabbed the notebook she used for her songwriting class and began furiously scribbling down an idea for a song that she had. She wrote the title down as "A Devil and an Angel." And that's what the song was about, an angel and a devil falling in love during the biblical battle for heaven. The first few drafts were a little clumsy, but they were closer to Alice's heart than anything she had previously written. Luckily, Halloween had fallen on a Friday that year, so she didn't have to wake her friends up to go to class. She just sat on the bed, staring lovingly at her friends and writing her songs.

When Heather and Laurie did wake up, their eyes instinctively sought one another out. Laurie saw Heather's groggy face and she smiled a beautiful smile, kissing her lover on the nose and then on the lips. Heather developed a goofy grin, pinched something under the covers that made Laurie yelp, followed by a giggle, then she got out of bed. Getting the very comfortable Laurie out took some coaxing and tickling, but finally Laurie submitted, particularly when Heather suggested that they shower together to "save time." Alice grinned. They might not actually have sex, but they were certainly going to make-out until the hot water ran out. It turned out that Alice was right. And strangely, or maybe not so strangely, no one brought up what had happened the previous night. No one really felt the need to.

The three girls spent the rest of the day polishing Alice's song and starting work on a couple of new ones. They called Jenny and asked her to come over that afternoon, which the girl gladly agreed to. Everyone was impressed by Alice's lyrics, and they tried to find a way of bringing them to life. Heather made a joke about starting a band, then the joke turned into a viable idea. Heather could sing and play guitar, Laurie could do background vocals and guitar (with a bit more practice), Alice could be the primary songwriter and play violin or piano (or keyboard) if necessary, while Jenny was actually pretty mean on the drums. They continued their collaboration on into the next day. By the time the weekend was over, they had the makings of four songs, all of which seemed almost autobiographical in nature. Besides "A Devil and an Angel," they had songs titled "Where the Buffalo Roam," "Dinner at O'Malley's" and "Lost in Texas." Jenny loved being involved in writing "Lost in Texas," as she finally became privy to some of the naughtier details of the girls' summer vacation. It was an upbeat, almost raucous song about the three girls' tromp across the Lone Star State. By the end of the weekend, the four of them were having a grand old time picking the cities for their first worldwide tour they would do as headliners. 

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Mid-November . . .

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Heather was worried. She was supposed to be going down to the ranch to visit with Jane, Michelle and Freddie over the Thanksgiving holiday, but she hadn't been able to get a hold of anyone for two weeks. She originally thought they might just have been busy, but they were usually excellent about returning phone calls. Neither Laurie nor Alice had heard from them either, which was especially strange since Michelle had taken to calling twice a week since Alice had her problems with Jamie. 

Alice was getting ready for what might be the most difficult trip of her life. She was going home to a very devout family, where she intended to inform them of her sexual identity. She was scared, and both her friends had suggested she call first so she didn't get stuck in hostile territory. But Alice insisted on doing it in person. Laurie was flying to Washington, D.C. to visit her folks. She wanted to spend Christmas with Heather down at the ranch, so she needed to use Thanksgiving as her familial holiday. All three girls had been working their asses off to make sure they could take off a couple of extra days, getting homework done and arranging to take tests early. 

It was an overcast Wednesday afternoon when Heather got a call from Freddie. The entire day had held an intangible ominous threat, almost as if setting the stage for that phone call. Freddie was distraught. She explained why they had been out of touch for the past few weeks. The world grew quiet for a while, and Heather could have sworn that her heart was beating loudly enough to be heard outside her chest. She made arrangements for her trip, said a soft goodbye to her friend and one-time lover, then hung up the phone. Her hand was shaking when she picked it up again to call Laurie. Her lover was concerned when she heard Heather's voice, and promised to head right over. The dark-haired girl insisted on waiting until Alice got out of class before breaking the news.

Once they were all in the room, Heather was ready to start. Her friends looked nervous. They had seen Heather sad and angry, but now she looked scared.

"I got a call from Freddie," she began. 

"What's wrong?" asked Alice after a brief pause. She knew something bad was going on.

"It's . . . it's Jane. It seems that her headaches might not just have been migraines. She has a brain tumor."

The air in the room seemed to have become brittle, and none of the girls wanted to speak or move out of fear of shattering it. Jane was still in the prime of her life, but her spirit seemed ancient in many ways. Alice, in one of her more poetic moments, had compared the woman to a tree. She provided safety and comfort to those who rested beneath her. She provided a sense of eternity to the world around her. And she showed that some beauty defied age. Finally, Heather had to break the silence.

"Apparently, Jane has been having problems for a bit. She starting getting dizzy periodically and had problems with balance and double-vision. She's going in for surgery next week. And yes, she apparently looked at all the options. All the doctors told her that the best course of action was to have it removed. They call it a 'benign tumor,' which apparently means it isn't dug into her brain too deeply."

"Oh my God," said Laurie. Her friends shared the blonde girl's concern. Jane had a passion for learning that none of them had ever seen before. For something to endanger her brain was to attack the woman's very identity.

"The doctors said that barring the unexpected, there should be no loss of cognitive function. They say this type of operation is much less dangerous than a lot of people think, and that a lot of the risks are the same as in other surgeries. They think that if she gets it done now that she'll live a long and healthy life, but she will have to take some medications to keep the tumor from growing back."




Lost in Texas Ch. 03



The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.

It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one.

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Walking into the dorm room that Alice and Heather shared, you might be inclined to think that a war had occurred. There were piles of paper scattered everywhere. Dirty laundry was scattered across the floor. Alice was lying face first on her bed with one arm and one leg hanging off the side. Heather was sitting at the computer desk with her head resting on a textbook. One hand clung tenaciously to her favorite coffee mug. They had been awake almost constantly for seventy-two hours. They had just endured one of the most physically and mentally taxing rights of passage a young person could participate in: final-exam week. Alice normally didn't let the room get nearly as cluttered as it was. The general state of upheaval was a testament to how tired the neat freak really was. Heather heard mumbling coming from the direction of Alice's bed.

"What?"

Alice turned her head. "I said, ‘My brain hurts!' I never want to think again." Then she turned her face back into her pillow.

"You're lucky," muttered Heather. "Your pain is over."

Her friend looked up from the bed again, grinning. "I really think you're over-reacting. It's not going to be nearly as painful as you think."

"Easy for you to say."

Just then, Laurie came striding in the door, full of blonde, vivacious energy. ‘It's not fair. I'm completely wiped, and she looks like she could run a marathon,' thought Heather.

Laurie went over and pulled Heather's head off the desk, giving her girlfriend a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek. "C'mon birthday girl. Time to go shopping!"

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Later that afternoon . . .

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Heather's legs were screaming in agony. She had been physically exhausted before they had ever gotten to the mall, and then she had been kept on her feet for several more hours. She had finally gotten it into Laurie's pretty blonde head that she needed to rest. Heather was amazed at the amount of energy her girlfriend seemed to possess. It was almost unnerving. Luckily, the ordeal was mostly over. 

As Heather's twentieth birthday had approached, which happened to coincide with the last day of finals, the dark-haired siren had been forced to reign in her lover's spending habits. Laurie had no qualms whatsoever on spending a tremendous amount of her father's money on gifts for Heather, but Heather didn't feel right about that. So they had compromised. Laurie had insisted on taking Heather shopping for some new clothes, since most of her old ones were falling apart. It seemed to mean so much to the blonde girl that Heather had just given up trying to talk her out of it. She found herself wishing she had tried harder. Her feet were aching and her legs were tired. They were sitting on one of the benches outside the seasonal leather-goods store where Laurie was doing a mental inventory of what they still had to do and Heather was just wishing she could take a nap. 

Despite her protestations, Heather was having a good time. Laurie's general enthusiasm was just a little hard to resist. And almost getting into a fight with that salesman who had been hitting on Laurie had been fun. She hadn't been in a good scuffle in a while, but Laurie had ushered her girlfriend out of the store before things got out of hand. So far, they had picked up a couple new pairs of jeans that fit Heather a little more snugly and hung a little lower on the hips than Heather was used to. But the almost hungry look on Laurie's face when the dark-haired girl had been trying them on encouraged her to go ahead and get them. She had also picked up a few pairs of some very soft, roomy pants that also hung a bit low on the hips. Heather was convinced that Laurie's obsession for hip-hugging pants was directly correlated with the blonde girl's desire for Heather to wear thongs. Every pair of pants they had picked up would allow for the sides of Heather's underwear to show above the belt-line. They had picked up Heather a new pair of tennis shoes and a couple of shirts. Heather had been ecstatic that there was a place that sold vintage rock t-shirts, so she had picked up a ‘Ramones' and a ‘Black Sabbath' shirt. Laurie had insisted she get at least one nice dress-shirt, so they had grabbed her a black silk, off-the-shoulder blouse that Heather vowed she wouldn't wear unless absolutely necessary. Laurie had kissed her on the cheek, said "Yes dear" and bought two more of those shirts anyway.

So they sat there, with Heather resting and Laurie contemplating her next move. The blonde girl noticed her lover casually eyeing a leather jacket with a soft, velvet lining. Laurie grabbed some bags in one hand and her girlfriend's arm in the other and dragged Laurie into the store. Heather tried to resist. She tried to put a stop to everything. Then Laurie used the pout attack, and Heather agreed to at least try on the jacket. Laurie knew from Heather's expression that the jacket was going home with them. The leather was incredibly soft, and the jacket went down just past Heather's ass while tying off in the middle. It looked perfect on her, clinging to her body like a glove. Laurie just told the saleslady to ring the jacket up, because Heather would be wearing it out.

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Alice and Heather were sitting in their dorm room Laurie had gone back to her sorority house to "get dressed for an intimate dinner." Heather smiled as her girlfriend shuffled out the door. She had turned and looked at Alice.

"Let me guess. Surprise party?"

Alice tried to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth started to turn up. "C'mon," she said at last with a little laugh, "at least pretend to be surprised. She's been working so hard on this."

Heather could only smile. Ever since Heather had finally opened her eyes and seen how Laurie felt about the dark-haired girl, she had become increasingly good at reading her lover's mind. But a complete stranger could have seen through Laurie's façade. The blonde girl had asked repeatedly for Heather not to make any plans for dinner before haphazardly suggesting a dinner for two at some incredibly ritzy sounding place that she had to know Heather wouldn't like. Then there were all the phone-calls Heather walked in on that were cut short or awkwardly steered in new directions. Laurie had done everything short of vehemently DENYING that there was going to be surprise party to tip her hand.

Alice stood up and gave her friend a hug. Then she reached under her pillow and grabbed a small, nicely wrapped packaged. 

"You didn't need to . . ." Heather started.

"Don't worry. It didn't cost much, and I thought it might help you maintain your sanity a bit while Laurie's in her makeover mode."

Heather opened it. Alice had picked up a new barbell for her tongue piercing and a light, silvery chain to go from her nose piercing to her ear piercing. "Sweet," Heather said, hugged Alice back. 

"You'd better get ready. Admittedly it takes her twice as long to get ready as it does you, but she'd probably appreciate it if you weren't throwing stuff on at the last minute.

Heather got dressed. Black thong, skintight hip-hugging blue-jeans and one of those black blouses tied off at the midsection. She put her hair back in a ponytail and put on black lipstick and eyeliner. Add a buffed-up pair of black tanker boots and the gifts she had gotten from Alice and she was set to go. 

Alice actually found herself holding her breath. She had always thought Heather's defiant look was a little sexy. Now, caught somewhere between her own rebellious nature and Laurie's attempts at makeover, Heather had turned into a major babe that could still kick some ass. So sexy . . . ‘Oh shit,' Alice thought to herself. ‘What the hell am I thinking? This is Heather we're talking about!' She felt her skin flush.

"You feelin' okay?" asked Heather. 

"Yeah. I better get changed. I have to be SOMEWHERE shortly after Laurie comes to pick you up," Alice responded, regaining some of her composure. She grabbed a set of clean clothes and popped into the bathroom. Normally the two girls just changed in the main room, but Alice suddenly needed some space. Once the door was closed, she put her hands on either side of the sink before looking in the mirror. "What the hell was that about?" she asked of herself.

By the time she had changed and went back into the main area, she had herself under control again. She still acknowledged that Heather was sexy, but that momentary blast of lust had passed. 

"Lookin' good," said Heather with a smile, making Alice blush. She was wearing another one of her cotton sundresses, though this one was a little shorter than the rest, and had a cute little purple flower pattern. Along with white sneakers and a flower in her hair, the girl who was normally a wallflower was actually looking kind of peppy. 

"Thanks. Anyway, I'm gonna go ahead and take off. I'll see you in a bit." Alice walked out the door and headed down to O'Malley's where the party was waiting. Jenny and Mike, their two friends who worked at the restaurant, had set aside part of the restaurant for their gathering. Some of the friends the girls had made in the music department, their neighbors from the dorms, some of Laurie's sorority sisters and some people they had met through Heather's karaoke sessions were all going to be there. It was strange. Just months earlier, most of these people wouldn't have been caught dead together, much less for Heather's benefit. But after that life altering summer down on the ranch, the three girls had relaxed and became happier, and that new attitude had gone over well with their peers. She thought back to those days on the ranch. She wished that Jane, Freddie and Michelle could be there. Especially Michelle. Alice found herself missing the muscular woman more and more. But those women weren't going anywhere without Jane, and Jane wasn't up to that kind of travel yet. She was at home on the ranch, but still had to take periodic trips to the nearest medical center to make sure that her head was healing up well from surgery and that the benign tumor she had removed hadn't returned. Alice knew they would be calling Laurie's new cell phone to talk to Heather later on. Maybe she could talk to Michelle then.

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Heather was sitting on the bed waiting for her girlfriend to come back. She actually found herself trying to find ways of sitting ‘more sexily' for Laurie's return. When she realized that she was actually posing herself, she fell flat back on the bed and covered her eyes.

"God, what am I doing? I don't ‘pose' for people." She stood up and started pacing. She had almost worn a trench in the floor when Laurie entered the room. She was wearing a white tube dress that was too tight and too short to be considered decent, and her blonde hair had been curled and highlighted. She had some sparkly earrings, pink lipstick and white stiletto pumps. She looked for all the world like a life-sized, enthusiastic and drop-dead-gorgeous Barbie doll, and she was all Heather's.

Laurie had stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Heather. She had come to the same realization about Heather's new look that Alice had earlier. Laurie's girlfriend was a naughty, pseudo-goth babe, and she was all Laurie's. Laurie actually found herself running a hand over Heather's washboard abs, causing goosebumps wherever she touched. Then she traced the chain that went from Heather's nose piercing to her ear. It felt so cool against her finger. Then Heather's lips started nibbling gently on her ear, and that nose/ear chain was pressed against her cheek.

"Listen, we could just blow off dinner if you want and start our celebration a little early," whispered Heather, secretly egging the lovely young woman on. For a moment, it looked like Laurie might agree. Then her eyes shot open.

"No! I mean . . . well . . . it would be a shame for those reservations to go to waste. Speaking of which, we should . . ." She stopped to stare at Heather's denim-clad hips. " . . . we should go . . . to the restaurant . . . now." Laurie turned to walk out the door, then turned back and gave a waiting Heather a very long kiss. "Yes, we should go." Laurie's face flushed a little. "Listen, Jenny was working tonight, but she wanted to give you something. Mind if we swing by O'Malley's first?"

Heather struggled but managed to keep a straight face. "Sure. I guess we could do that." But her inner demon wouldn't let it go. "Are you sure she wouldn't mind waiting until tomorrow? I figure we've got band practice and . . ."

"I really think she wanted to give it to you on your birthday," Laurie quickly interjected. Laurie held the door open, and Heather had a little grin on her face all the way out to the car.

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Heather did a reasonably good job of pretending to be surprised when she walked into the restaurant. There were about twenty people all told, and the dark-haired girl was a bit surprised that she actually liked all of them. She hadn't ‘liked' twenty people total in the last four years or so. Oh how things had changed.

All in all, everyone had a great time. There was a lot of food devoured, a lot of drinks dispersed (to those old enough, of course), and a lot of music. The karaoke stage had been cleared and Heather's band's instruments were ‘miraculously' sitting there. There was no pressure for Heather anymore. Her confidence in her own voice and her friend's musical ability had grown. She, Laurie, Alice, Jenny and their bass player (a friend of Jenny's whose name was Mary) played a number of sing-along favorites as well as their still limited selection of original material. The entire restaurant, whether part of the party or not, seemed to appreciate the all-female-group's performance.

Heather was sitting at the bar, enjoying a slightly illegal mixed drink. Heather was sitting next to her and talking to Jenny, but the blonde girl's hand never left Heather's. The dark-haired girl glanced over and saw Alice sitting at a booth, chatting amiably with Mary and a one of their neighbors. She sighed. Heather wished they could find someone for their young friend. After the incident with Jamie, a name which still made Heather's skin crawl, Alice had played her cards almost as close to her chest as she did before admitting she was gay. Both Heather and Laurie had tried finding someone that might pique Alice's interest, but the quiet girl hadn't even nibbled at the bait. It wasn't like she just wasn't interested in sex like she had been after Jamie, but she was certainly more discerning. ‘Oh well,' thought Heather. ‘At least there's not much chance of another ‘Jamie' incident. Alice is certainly playing the Once-Bitten-Twice-Shy routine.' Then she smelled some sweet perfume and heard a voice like honey whispering in her ear.

"Still worried about Alice?" Laurie asked.

Heather sighed, turned her head and gave the blonde girl a quick kiss. "Yeah. I'm glad she's going to get to go to the ranch next week. Maybe Michelle will get her to open up, or at least help her let off some steam."

"I don't know," said Laurie. "I was talking with Jane this morning, and it sounds like the three of them are getting a little be more serious about their relationship. I think that the thought of maybe losing one of their own did something to them."

"You're right. You're right a lot these days," she said with another kiss. Laurie bit her bottom lip after the kiss and practically glowed with contentment. Then her phone rang, and it turned out to be the ladies at the ranch. Laurie quickly handed off the phone to Heather who retreated to a relatively quiet corner of the restaurant to chat with their friends. 

Freddie and Michelle both politely inquired as to the after-party plans she and Laurie might have, and Heather politely informed them to mind their own business. Jane made sure that she understood the girls' arrangement for their trip down to the ranch, and answered a myriad of questions about her health. Then Michelle came back on line and asked to talk to Alice. Heather handed over the phone to a very pleased looking young woman before seeking out Laurie once again. She wandered up behind her girlfriend, wrapping her arms around the girl's waist and resting her head on Laurie's shoulder. She took a deep whiff of the girl's perfume again.

"You even SMELL sexy," she said before giving Laurie a kiss on the neck. "Wanna blow this taco stand and head back to the room? I figure we could have some fun before Alice gets back and . . ."

"Alice is crashing over at Jenny's place tonight. She and her roommate have a really comfortable sofa. So you and I have your place all to ourselves all night." Laurie felt Heather's hand slide down and cope a quick feel of her ass. "Let's just say our goodbyes." She groaned as Heather's lips found their way to the nape of Laurie's neck. "And we should hurry."

The two girls gave thanks and best wishes for the smattering of people still in attendance. Everyone grinned as the two girls hurried out to the parking lot. The inability of the two to keep their hands off one another for any length of time had become legendary even among a population of horny college students. Heather and Laurie climbed into Laurie's BMW and hauled ass to the nearest on-campus-housing parking lot. Laurie grabbed a bag out of the trunk before they headed towards the room.

"What's that for?" Heather asked eagerly.

"What? Did you think you'd gotten ALL your presents?" Laurie asked with a smile. As they approached the door, Heather decided she couldn't wait. She spun the blonde girl around, pushed her up against the door and started kissing her hard. Laurie started to moan and with her back against the door, she slid one leg up Heather's side and hook the foot around Heather's butt. She knew her skin-tight dress had crept up so that a casual observer would be able to see she wasn't wearing any underwear, but she really didn't care. All she cared about at that moment was Heather's lips. Heather's tongue had gone deep into Laurie's mouth, and the blonde girl started sucking on it. Then she danced her own tongue around Heather's tongue jewelry before reluctantly withdrawing. 

"Just . . . wait her for a minute," she said when she had regained her breath. She grabbed Heather's keys, opened the door and slid inside. Heather paced outside for a minute, growing increasingly amorous by the second. Finally, she heard Laurie's voice telling her to come inside.

Laurie had lit a number of candles and placed them around the room, and there appeared to be some pleasant incense coming from the alcove where their kitchen sink was. On the bed were a variety of sex toys, ranging from a strap-on harness with multiple attachments to a two-ended dildo that was similar to the one the two girls had used the first time they had sex. The blonde girl herself was wearing nothing but high heels, a blush and a smile. She twirled one finger in her golden hair and asked, "So, what's your pleasure?"

Heather strode right up to her girlfriend and planted another long, warm, wet kiss on her waiting lips. Then she sat on the bed and twirled her finger, indicating that she wanted Laurie to turn around. She place a hand on the small of Laurie's back and pushed, until at last the blond girl was standing directly in front of her, legs spread and bent almost in half. That left the girl's perfect little pussy just inches from Heather's face. 




Lost in Texas Ch. 03



"Who's getting the present here?" asked Laurie huskily.

"It's my birthday but I didn't get any cake," Heather whispered, taking a long lick up Laurie's slit. "You wouldn't begrudge me a slice of pie, would you?" She licked again, then planted a kiss on those swollen lips. Her hands reached between Laurie's legs and grabbed the now available breasts she had come to admire so much. 

"I was wondering how long it was going to take before you went for the tits," said Laurie, cooing contentedly as Heather's tongue invaded her pussy with increased fervor. Heather was taking long licks from bottom to top while her hands cupped those glorious breasts. She glanced to the side, seeing what kinds of toys she had to play with. She decided to wait on bringing any of them into play. She was going to make her girlfriend cum the old fashioned way. She reluctantly released one of Heather's golden globes so she could insert two fingers into the girl's pussy. Then she used her tongue to dance around the box and tease the area between the pussy and asshole. She let go of Laurie's other breast for the time being, allowing her to unzip her incredibly tight pants. 

"Let me," Laurie insisted, pulling away from Heather's tongue and fingers. She pushed the dark-haired girl back onto the bed as she slowly peeled her jeans downward. Heather casually untied and unbuttoned her shirt, letting it fall back off her body. Laurie had removed the girl's jeans and underwear, so it was time to get to some serious fucking. 

Heather pushed some of the sex toys out of the way. "Why don't you swing those cute little hips around so we can start this evening off the right way?" Laurie smiled and swung around so that the two girls were in the ever-popular sixty-nine position. Both girls started slowly, licking the area around each other's respective pussies, occasionally slipping their tongues inside the box. As things got more heated, Heather went to work on Laurie's clit while Laurie slid a helping finger into Heather's asshole. Heather moved her hands back to their familiar perches on the blonde girl's tits, squeezing the fleshy parts before tugging on the nipples. To Heather, it was the perfect beginning to the end of the evening. She was amazed at how well she and Laurie fit together when they did this. Her lover's tits were so heavy and warm in her hands, and her cunt smelled like honey and roses. 

Laurie was beginning to lick frantically. She had been looking forward to getting her girlfriend into this position all day long. She was proud of herself for getting the girl to the mall for shopping and to the restaurant for her surprise party. But she kept thinking back to that moment when she had walking in and seen her girlfriend all dressed up in her skintight pants and tied-up shirt. It had taken every bit of her willpower not to fuck Heather's brains out right then and there. So she was making up for lost time, and loving every delicious lick.

The two girls knew each other and each other's bodies, and they had each other on the brink of orgasm within ten minutes. But they also had an unwritten rule; the first time, they came together. Heather had to back off for a moment from her oral attentions until Laurie let her know that the blonde girl was ready. Then Heather went back to work, and the two of them came within seconds of each other. Laurie's orgasm was almost violent as she rubbed her wet crotch hard against Heather's face. Heather relished the feeling, lapping up her girlfriend's juices as if they might be able to quench the passion in her chest. It didn't work of course; it only enflamed that passion. Once Heather's body started to shake, Laurie placed her ear just above Heather's entrance. She felt the girl's cum leaking onto the side of her head, but she loved to hear the sound of her lover's body while in a state of ecstasy. Both girls' bodies shook for a moment before coming down from their respective highs. Laurie collapsed onto her girlfriend, kissed the sweet pussy in front of her and swiveled around until she and Heather were face to face. A warm, and this time sticky, kiss was exchanged, then they started cleaning each other's faced as if they were cats. 

"Sweetie," Laurie mumbled, nuzzling Heather's neck.

"Yes?"

"There's something I'd like to try. If you wouldn't mind rolling over . . ."

"Actually, I do mind."

Laurie looked up, almost concerned until she saw Heather's smile. 

"You want to do something, you'll have to do it from the front. I'm not doing anything tonight that would make me take my eyes off your beautiful body."

Laurie blushed from head to toe. She could badger, connive, cajole and prod Heather all day long to do what Laurie wanted, such as going shopping, but Heather could turn the blonde girl's knees to mush and her head to jelly with just a few words. Laurie reached down and grabbed a pillow and a string of smooth pleasure balls. She placed the pillow under Heather's butt, lifting it off the bed, and she started inserting the balls one at a time into Heather's vaginal cavity.

Heather was enjoying the sensation the balls were creating. They filled her up without making her feel too stuffed, and they seemed to be rubbing against everything at once. But once they were all in, Laurie stood up and grabbed the harness, quickly slipping into it and attaching a nice, seven-inch dildo to it. Then the blonde girl applied a generous amount of lubricant to the head and shaft, and her normally angelic smile had turned a bit devilish. Heather's smile grew until it stretched ear to ear. She knew exactly where that toy was going. She reached down and spread her ass cheeks as Laurie positioned the head of the instrument at her waiting rectum. Heather hadn't had anything bigger than a few fingers in her ass since the summer, and she had been craving a good, deep anal-dicking since they had left the ranch. Laurie had known that. 

"What a sweet, considerate girlfriend I have," she whispered. Laurie grinned as she pushed the head slowly inside Heather's backside. Heather gasped, but the pain wasn't nearly what it used to be and it quickly turned to pleasure anyway. But as the head worked its way in, the pleasure balls in Heather's pussy began to shift, putting more pressure on new places. Heather's eyes opened wide as the combined effect of having a full pussy and ass hit her like a freight train. Laurie's eyes danced mischievously. She had gotten this idea from Freddie, the accepted master of anal loving and the woman who had introduced Heather to anal sex. She had said this would drive the dark-haired girl insane, and it appeared that she had been right. Heather grasped the sheets on either side of her and her head started shifting from side to side. Laurie was afraid the girl was going to pull an "Exorcist" on her, but Heather was simply writhing in total sexual bliss. When Heather's ass had loosened as much as it was going to, Laurie started pumping away while simultaneously rubbing the girl's mound. The pleasure balls buried in Heather's body were shifting all over the place, giving her a sensation like none she had ever felt before. Her asshole was stretched while her pussy was full of magical beads, and the two things together had every pleasure center in her brain on overdrive.

"Fuck me!" she growled at Laurie. "Harder, faster and right fuckin' now!" Laurie did as she was told. She had apparently unleashed a monster in her lover, so Laurie was going to take her for a run. She was fucking Heather and a mind-boggling pace, only slowly to periodically apply more lubricant. It didn't take more than ten minutes before Heather was in the throes of the most intense, earth-shattering orgasm of her entire existence. She had arched her back, holding herself off the bed with the muscles of her neck. She was sweating, convulsing and groaning like a bitch in heat. It was one of those moments Laurie wished she had a camera. 

"Oh God!" Heather exclaimed when her body was finally able to relax. "That was incredible."

"I'm glad you liked it," Laurie whispered in her ear before giving her a peck on the cheek. "Because I'm not stopping until you cum again." Then her hips started moving again, like a train picking up speed on the tracks. Heather's eyes just sort of glazed over and her mouth smiled automatically as her girlfriend continued violating her butt-hole. Another fifteen minutes passed before another, though slightly less intense, orgasm rocked Heather's body. 

Heather was lying somewhat limply on the bed as Laurie withdrew the plastic cock from her ass. The dark-haired girl was covered with sweat and her body glistened in the candlelight. Heather was tired as well, having just fucked her girlfriend in the butt for almost half-an-hour. She reached towards the string to pull the pleasure balls out of Heather's box, but the dark-haired girl's hand grabbed Laurie's wrist. 

"Leave them in for now," Heather whispered huskily. "Just a while longer. But why don't you take that harness off and let me have a go with it?"

Laurie grinned as she removed the dildo from the harness and then slide out of the device. She lifted Heather's legs and slid the contraption onto her girlfriend's sweaty frame. Heather grabbed the biggest attachment that had come with the set, a nine-inch cock with a two-inch diameter. Laurie's eyes shot open as Heather clicked the dildo into place and began greasing that pole up. ‘That's never going to fit,' she thought to herself. Yet she couldn't help feeling a sense of anticipation as she straddled Heather's flat stomach and positioned the massive head of the object at her own opening. 

Heather had the best view in the house. She saw the device rising almost grotesquely from her groin and towards Laurie's waiting body. She got to watch as her girlfriend's swollen and juicy pussy lips part before the bulbous head, and she could see the look of intense concentration on Laurie's face. The blonde girl started breathing hard as her vaginal walls stretched and expanded to accommodate the monster's girth. Inch by inch, the dildo disappeared into Laurie's innermost depths. After what seemed like forever, her hips settled on Heather's. 

"I did it," she said proudly, but with a strained voice. Her hands sought out Heather's as the two waited for the young woman's body to relax a bit. Slowly, she started bouncing up and down on the phallus, letting more and more slide one way then the other. Heather thought that it was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Heather added to the effect by humping her hips in the opposite direction from where Laurie was going so that there skin slapped together on every down-stroke. It was almost obscene how the device spread Laurie's pussy lips, but in a delicious way. After a few more minutes, Laurie began bucking up and down on the toy like a madwoman. Heather's hands found their way to the girl's breasts yet again, and the dark-haired girl used her girlfriend's nipples to control the tempo. If the tempo got to rugged, she pulled on the nipples, causing Laurie to gasp and slow down. Then she would let up again, allowing Laurie to go wild.

"I'm gonna cum," Laurie said at last. Heather grabbed the girl's hips and pushed them down, impaling the young blonde lady on the monster cock. Laurie gasped, but started cooing as Heather moved on hand to the girl's clit, which seemed especially sensitive due to the tremendous pressure being exerted on her vaginal walls. Heather started rubbing it, causing Laurie to cum a bucket onto Heather's hips. Heather loved watching the girl's body quiver as Laurie climaxed. It was kind of like performance art. She also realized she was going to need to change the sheets before they finally went to sleep, but that was quite a ways off. 

Laurie dismounted the dildo and slid the harness, cock and all, off of Heather's body before lying down next to her. Sweet kisses became the order of the moment, so they were exchanged often and passionately. They caressed each other's bodies, letting their hands drift wherever whim took them. 

"I think we need to take a break," Heather whispered, noticing her lover could barely raise her body off the bed. Laurie started to pout, but Heather interrupted with, "I said ‘take a break.' I didn't say we should stop."

Laurie grabbed the two-headed dildo, which had rolled onto the floor, and placed on the bed between them. "I figure we could try this next, then move on . . ."

Heather kissed the blonde beauty on the forehead as she planned their debauchery for the entire night. As the readied themselves for another round, Heather noticed that the time was eleven fifty-nine. She looked down at the girl sharing her bed, she thought to herself, ‘Happy birthday to me . . .'

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"Yay!" the three girls yelled together as Laurie's BMW pulled into the garage next to Jane's SUV. They had run out of road games to play about two hours earlier, and they were forcefully reminded how boring the terrain was driving across that stretch of Texas really was. There was another car there that probably belonged to Jane's parents, who had insisted on making the trip up to spend a few weeks with their recuperating daughter leading up to Christmas.

Alice had been invited to spend Christmas with her parents, but distant relatives would also be in attendance and she was having difficulty enough explaining her sexuality to her immediate family. Her father had understood, but didn't seem happy about the decision. He seemed a bit relieved when she promised to make it up the next year. 

Laurie's parents were going to be doing a number of political dinners that year around Christmas, so she had ‘begrudgingly' decided not to go visit them. Having spent most of Thanksgiving with them bought her some leeway. 

Heather really didn't much care if she saw her parents anytime in the near future, as they had started hitting the eggnog early that year. She had called Mr. Price, the only friend she had back in Haddonfield. He regretted that he wouldn't get to see his protégé, but he was pretty sure he'd be hearing from her soon. He sounded smug when he had said that. She wondered what he was up to.

Michelle and Freddie basically tackled the young women the moment they emerged from the garage. Freddie smothered Heather while Michelle hugged both Laurie and Alice, picking both girls up off the ground. Sometimes it was scary how powerful she was. Michelle put Laurie back down but insisted on carrying Alice over to the main house so she could meet Jane's parents.

Jane was waiting on the porch, smiling as her lover carried her young friend up the steps. She was wearing a light wrap that covered her head. Michelle turned around so Alice could give the senior woman a hug.

"Nice to see you young one. Dinner's on the table. Michelle, please take her to the table."

"Darn it," Alice grumbled. "Challenge her stamina once and get carried everywhere. This . . ."

"Language," scolded Jane. "My parents are here."

A voice came barreling out from the den. It was Jane's father. "Honey, where's your damn remote! I've been lookin' all over the fuckin' place!"

Jane sighed and looked at Michelle. "Are we sure he isn't your father?" 

Michelle grinning. "While ordinarily that might not be a bad thing, it would make some of the stuff we've done since I met you fall under the category of a Greek tragedy."

Jane kissed her girlfriend on the lips before sending her and her package on to the kitchen. Michelle deposited Alice at the table. Jane's mother, a sweet woman named Pamela, was already there, and Michelle sat down as well. Soon Marvin, Jane's father, joined them. Jane was finishing up a few things as the remaining girls came in, laughing about something. 

Dinner started off innocently enough. Jane's parents embarrassed their daughter with tales of her youth, and threatened to break out the scrapbooks they had conveniently brought with them. Laurie talked about the surprise party while Heather hid her smile. Freddie and Jane asked how Heather's burgeoning music career was coming along. 

Alice sat there, smiling shyly. No one looking at her would have known the immense anxiety building up inside her. She was looking at Michelle, Jane and Freddie exchanging whispers. Laurie and Heather were holding hands for most of the meal and feeding each other little bits of food off their plates. Even Jane's mother was resting her head on her husband's shoulder. Alice was happy for her friends, but she suddenly felt more alone than any other time in her life. She knew that their hostesses weren't straying from Jane's side anymore, so she couldn't be expecting Michelle to carry her off like she had the previous summer. She so badly wanted to be carried off again, cradled in those muscular arms. For some reason, she wanted to scream. She kept it hidden all through dinner and dessert. 

When Jane's parents headed to the living room with the entire crew in tow, Alice held to the back, slipping out the side door and over to the horses' stable. She petted Josephine; the mare she had rode that first full day she had spent out on the ranch. That had been a spectacular day! But she almost regretted it had happened, because back then, she hadn't known what she was missing. She felt her eyes tearing up and she felt so foolish about it.

"Darlin', you've GOT to stop sneakin' off like that," came a delightful Texas drawl from behind her. "I think I was talkin' to you for a couple minutes before I realized you'd vanished." 

Alice wiped her nose and steadied her voice. "Hey Michelle. I just really missed the horses, so I came out to check on them."

Michelle wandered over and rested on powerful arm on the stall door, then rested her on her biceps with her cowboy hat threatening to fall off. "Toots, when are you gonna realize that I can tell when you're holdin' back? Now I know you're thinkin' about denyin' everything, and you know I'll keep pesterin' you until you tell me what I want to know, so why don't we just skip to that part? It's fuckin' cold out here."

Alice chuckled through her teary eyes. "Fine. Just take all the fun out of it." 

Michelle looked into her eyes. "Well you know me. I'm all about serious business. Now stop trying to stall."

"This is going to sound pathetic," Alice whispered, "but I'm just feeling so lonely. I'm surrounded by the people I care most about but I don't really feel like I'm part of something."

"You ARE part of somethin' sugar. Maybe it's not as deep as what you're lookin' for, but that shit takes time."

"I know. It wouldn't be so bad if everyone else wasn't so lovey-dovey all the time." Alice glanced at her feet. "The other day, I was helping Heather get ready for her ‘surprise' party. I always knew she was pretty, but for a moment . . . I almost hated Laurie. Because she had what I didn't . . . she had someone like Heather." She started shaking her head. "And what's weird is that it's not like I've been harboring some crush on Heather or anything. There was just this moment . . . I don't even know how to explain it."

"Did you tell Heather?"

"How could I? What would I say? ‘Howdy roomy. Did you know you're getting me all hot and bothered? Please pass the chips.' Am I so pathetic that I'm coveting one of my best friends? And I don't know what to do. I love those two, but not in THAT way. I don't know what came over me."

"I think you do," said Michelle. "You've already said it. You were lonely, and Heather is a fine lookin' woman." The big woman grinned. "I'm sure if you asked, they wouldn't mind takin' you for a spin if you was lookin' to blow off some steam!" Michelle had obviously meant it as a joke.

"I don't think I could do that again."

"Again?" asked Michelle.




Lost in Texas Ch. 03



"Yeah. I thought Heather might have told you when you all were down in Dallas. Halloween this year . . . I was still having some . . . trust issues. After what happened with . . ."

"Don't say her name girl," said Michelle with some grit in her teeth. "Otherwise, I might not be able to stay in a good mood."

Alice smiled, wondering what would have happened if Michelle had been there after what had happened with Jamie. "Well, Heather and Laurie decided I needed to be able to relate sex and trust again. They knew I trusted them, so . . . well, you can guess the rest."

Michelle looked pleased. She had worried about how the impressionable young Alice was going to get over what had happened, and apparently her young friends had figured something out.

Alice continued. "It felt so good and it helped a lot, and everything was fine for a while. Then . . . I was the only one who didn't come visit Jane. I'm the only one who doesn't have someone in her life. And with you and Freddie and Jane getting exclusive, I keep feeling more like an outsider. Whether anyone means to or not, that's how I'm feeling. I want what you have, and the waiting is killing me."

The big woman took Alice in a big hug. "I think you're a little stronger than you give yourself credit for. You'll find someone . . ."

"But how?" Alice almost whimpered. "The only time I went out on my own, things turned out like poop."

Michelle took the young woman's face in her hands. "Darn you're hard to reach sometimes," she said smiling. "You are NINETEEN years old. Some people spend decades findin' that special someone. I'm almost a decade older than you, and I still make mistakes. I still break down and cry, though Lord I try and stop anyone from seein' it. I'm not perfect. None of us is. Think about Jane. You know I think the world of her, but she had a king-sized stick up her pretty little ass when I first met her, and she was about what . . . thirty back then? So the next time you think you need to have all the answers, remember that the smartest gal I've ever met still didn't have those answers when she was over ten years your senior. And she'll be the first to admit she still don't got all the answers."

Whether it was the logic of it or just the fact she'd finally gotten to say some of that stuff out loud, Alice was feeling better. Michelle gave the young woman a moment to compose herself before, with no warning, she threw the young woman over her should again and carried her into the house. Alice was feeling good enough that she was even able to crack a small joke.

"You know, you've done this so often now I could almost draw an upside-down picture of your butt from memory."

Michelle carried her into the living room where everyone else had gathered. Jane looked up and scolded Michelle for carrying one of their guests around like a sack of potatoes, then when back to debating the finer points of feminist literature with Heather. Jane's mother still had Laurie cornered, showing her scrapbook after scrapbook of pictures of her daughter. Apparently Laurie felt obligated to say "She was so CUTE," for every picture of Jane until she was at least nine, at which point word changed from "cute" to "beautiful." Marvin was trying to convince Freddie that "such nice young ladies" really should have some guard dogs on the property, and that he knew a Rottweiller breeder of good repute. Freddie assured him they would think about it when they didn't have to take off for Jane's medical appointments quite so often. Michelle deposited Alice in one of the loungers before sitting at her feet and inquiring as to the possibility of a shoulder rub. Alice smiled, more than happy to accommodate. They talked about how school was going and about the band. Once the subject of the band came up, Heather and Laurie quickly became distracted, heaping praise on Alice's songwriting ability. Alice decided that one of the best ways of getting over a little depression was to have people you care about cater to your ego with gratuitous praise.

Finally the night wound down and everyone headed off to bed. Since the heating hadn't been worked out in the saloon, everyone had to stay in the main house this trip. Jane, Michelle and Freddie went off to their bedroom and Marvin and Pamela went to the most comfortable guestroom. Alice found herself the recipient of one of Laurie's foot rubs while Heather discussed some song ideas. Eventually, the shy, brown-haired girl fell asleep in the chair. Heather and Laurie smiled at their sleeping friend, covering her with a couple of blankets before they each gave her a kiss on the cheek. Finally, they headed off to bed themselves.

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Alice had regained her composure by the time Christmas was approaching. Strangely, it was Heather who seemed a bit out of sorts. The dark-haired girl had few good memories of that jolly holiday. For her, Christmas was just another day to peel her drunken father off the floor or roll her mother out of bed. If Heather was lucky, she got something her father had picked up at the convenience store on the way home from the bar the previous evening. More than likely, she got a punch upside the head.

But Christmas on the ranch was an entirely different experience. Everyone seemed to be in a state of breathless anticipation. The tree was up and decorated and presents lay in wait underneath. Everyone had agreed to keep gifts under a certain dollar amount so the younger people wouldn't feel financially inadequate. Heather had been eternally grateful for that. The money she had saved up over the summer, even when combined with her student loans, wouldn't last forever, and she already planned on looking for a part-time job in the spring to help out. 

Heather had struggled to buy gifts for people. Shopping was Laurie's forte, not hers. She had bought a pen set for Alice, since the girl was constantly writing song ideas. They looked nice and had her name engraved on them. She'd gotten a couple of CD's by local bands for Freddie and a painting from Art Department's student exhibit for Jane. She'd found a neat book on restoring antique furniture which she thought Michelle might find useful, and she'd picked up chocolates for Jane's mother and cinnamon-roasted almonds for Jane's father. The gift she had picked out for Laurie was so ‘girly' that Heather almost couldn't bring herself to give it. She had taken a picture of the two of them together and had it sealed in a locket she had found at a pawnshop. The locket itself wasn't particularly ornate, but it polished up nicely. Heather was still a bit unused to the idea of sentimental gifts, but for some reason she thought Laurie would like it.

Apparently, Christmas Eve dinner was a big deal in Jane's family. Jane was actually ejected from her own kitchen by Pamela, who proceeded to cook enough food to feed the entire population of Western Europe. Jane sat out in the den, fuming at being usurped. Michelle and Freddie both enjoyed teasing their lover about the whole situation, particularly when Alice got called in to help out. Mr. Voorhees just watched football, wanting nothing to do with the other proceedings. Heather really wished she could join him, particularly since it looked like the Cowboys were going to get spanked, but she had decided to give Laurie her present that evening rather than waiting for the morning. It seemed the longer she dwelt on the issue, the sillier she felt, so she wanted to just get it over with. When everyone else was distracted, she told Laurie to grab her coat before leading the young woman outside. Laurie snuck her hand into Heather's as the wandered through the chill of December Texas air.

"I'm so glad we got out of there," Laurie said. "Those smells were making me so hungry! I could swear someone was making gingerbread cookies or something or maybe sugar cookies . . ."

Heather listened with no small amount of delight to the blonde girl talk for a few minutes about anything that came to her mind without apparently needing to breathe. She was discussing the finer points of green versus red frosting on cupcakes when Heather just cupped the girl's chin and planted a slow kiss on Laurie's lips. It was her preferred method for getting her girlfriend to quiet down for a moment.

"Listen," Heather said, "I was hoping to do something now rather than wait until tomorrow."

"Cool," was Laurie's reply as she unbuttoned her jacket and reached to pull her shirt out of her pants. Then something crossed her mind. "Wait. You weren't talking about sex were you?"

Heather had to hide a smile behind her hand. "Not this time. Though we might want to discuss that later." Laurie sighed and buttoned her coat back up as Heather continued. "I'm not really good at this gift stuff, so I kind of wanted to give you yours now." She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the small, neatly wrapped package. "You know, so you can be disappointed in private and everything . . ."

Laurie had stopped paying attention and had greedily snatched the parcel from Heather's hand. "I'm sure I'll love it," she said in that voice that indicated that she would at least pretend to like it. She ripped the paper off and opened the little box. "It's beautiful," she murmured, and she didn't even sound facetious. "Is this a clasp? What's in . .?" Laurie's eyes opened wide and started to glisten. Then she started shifting her weight rapidly from foot to foot while fanning her face with one hand. "It's us! It's a picture of us combined with jewelry! It's ‘us' jewelry!" 

Heather wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but Laurie seemed to be inordinately pleased with this particular bauble. "I wish I could have gotten you something a little more upscale but . . ."

"It's perfect," Laurie squealed as she finally stopped bouncing long enough to cover Heather's face with kisses. Then she started bouncing again. "Oh my god, oh my god! You bought ‘us' jewelry." She grabbed Heather by the hand and drug her back towards the main house, apparently intending on making a big display, which was the one thing that Heather had wanted to avoid. Laurie rushed inside to show everyone while Heather inconspicuously sat down on the bench out on the porch with her reddening face buried in her hands. She heard Laurie chattering away, and it sounded like everyone else gathered around to gawk.

"I really need to remember to remember I'm dating a very girly young woman," she said to herself, or at least she thought it was to herself.

"She is indeed girly," came a smooth, eloquent voice. "But do you really mind?"

Heather peeked between two of her fingers as Jane sat down next to her. "I don't think I'll ever quite figure her out."

"I certainly hope not," said Jane, draping a finger over the young woman's shoulders. "It would make things frighteningly dull for you. Would you prefer that?"

"Nah," said Heather, pulling her still blushing cheeks out from behind her hands. She looked at Jane, and the older woman seemed a little tired. "How about you?" Heather asked. "How are things with you?"

"I'm a tad weary these days."

"Maybe you should slow down a bit. Give yourself a chance to recover."

"I've had a chance to recover," Jane said, actually looking a little petulant. She glanced over her shoulder towards the voices coming from the house. "Michelle, Freddie, my parents . . . everyone walks on eggshells when I'm around. They treat me like I'm breakable. And . . . and damn it, I want sex!" She actually stamped her feet a little, like a child throwing a tantrum. Heather started to chuckle, which got worse when Jane shot her a disapproving glare.

"Not much action recently?"

"None since the surgery. For the first few weeks it made sense. But when the doctor's decided it was acceptable for me to return home, I was somewhat hoping for a slight return to normalcy." She took a deep breath. "I know they mean well, but I was rather hoping that averting a potentially disastrous medical situation would help me enjoy life a little more, but my lovers aren't cooperating."

It was odd for Heather to be on the comforting end of a conversation with Jane. She glanced at the light wrap the older woman had around her head. "Can I see it?" she asked. "I haven't seen it since you were in the hospital." Jane removed the garment, exposing her lightly fuzzed skull. Heather could still see the dark scar where they had temporarily removed a section of skull. She had always wondered how they put things like skulls back together. "All the king's horses . . ." she muttered. "Do you always wear something over it?"

"Yes," Jane replied. "I thought it might make them forget about the scar if they couldn't see it."

Heather thought that sounded so . . . well, silly. "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."

"Explain," said Jane quizzically.

"Wizard of Oz. The first thing that everyone did when they were told not to look behind the curtain was to actually look. Sometimes, trying to hide something makes everyone think about it more. Maybe Michelle and Freddie still see you as injured BECAUSE you look like you're protecting something."

Jane's gaze softened and seemed to be staring straight through Heather. The dark-haired young woman began to feel overwhelmed by that gaze. "So, when did you become a grown-up sweetness?"

"Since I had to start keeping up with a girlfriend who seems to have the energy of five-year old." Just then, Laurie came out on the porch, showed her new locket to Jane (again), bounced up and down and then headed back inside. "It's not fair," moaned Heather as she once again rested her face in her hands.

"Of course it isn't," said Jane, drawing Heather to her feet so that they could go in for dinner.

"She made me go shopping!"

"How absolutely dreadful. We'll get you some coffee and you'll forget all about it."

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"I never want to eat another bite again as long as I live," groaned Laurie as she collapsed onto the bed. Jane's mother had proven to be an even more over-the-top cook than Jane was. Laurie knew she should have drawn the line at the pudding-on-a-cloud desert, but she just couldn't say "no" to that kindly old woman. "You know she's going to want to send leftovers home with us."

"How the hell are we going to fit anything else into that car of yours? We'll be lucky if we can fit ourselves in after this week." Heather started to disrobe. Once she was stripped down to her underwear, she started to reach for her sleeping shirt, but then decided against it. She glanced over at Laurie, who had managed to sit up and remove her shirt. Heather still wanted to jump her girlfriend's bones, but there was something else happening. She had grown comfortable with Laurie, as if she had known her for seven years rather than seven months. The blonde girl was wearing the locket that Heather gave her, and it was nestled just above those warm, inviting breasts. Laurie opened the locket and looked at the picture inside one more time. Heather wondered her girlfriend was realizing the same thing that Heather was. ‘Could this really be forever?' Heather thought. ‘Is that what that locket means? Making something temporary into something permanent?' Laurie stood up and pulled her pants down, giving Heather a good few of her scantily clad ass. Heather began to think forever might not be long enough to do everything she wanted to with Laurie. As the blonde girl sat back down on the bed, Heather knelt behind her and helped undo her bra.

"I had PLANNED on leaving that on," joked Laurie, "but if you insist." Then she felt Heather pulling her under the covers. The two girls wound up face to face and body to body under mounds of blankets. Heather stroked the side of Laurie's face with one hand then kissed her on the lips. Laurie started stroking Heather too, but not on the face.

"Hey you," started Heather as she felt fingers tracing the outline of her pussy through her panties. "I thought we weren't going to do that while we were here, seeing as Jane's parents are right next door."

"I thought we could play around a little. We don't have to get all loud and noisy like we usually do . . ."

Heather was actually more than up to it, but she had felt obligated to put up a minor protest. She didn't want her girlfriend thinking she was easy. She slid her hand under Laurie's panties and stuck one finger inside paradise. Laurie's lips parted slightly as she gasped. It was a beautiful sight to behold. Heather had often wondered if there was really a difference between fucking and making love. There was. Not that she minded fucking. But then there were moments like this. The only thing they were using were their fingers as the lay facing each other, kissing each other on the face and neck or sometimes just staring at each other. Sometimes, when Heather's fingers hit just the right spot on the front of Laurie's vaginal wall, all the breath seemed to leave the blonde girl's body and she lightly chewed on her bottom lip. 

For her part Laurie, could tell how aroused Heather was by her stare as much as by how swollen her pussy lips were. Heather had this way of catching Laurie's eyes and holding them in place, much like the mythical power of a snake charmer. The only time Heather broke that gaze was so that she could sneak her head under the covers and latch her lips onto one of Laurie's incredibly soft nipples. But neither girl's fingers ever stopped moving. Laurie kissed her lover on the top of the head as she suckled at Laurie's breast. She felt Heather's thumb massaging her clit while the two of the girl's fingers probed her insides, and Laurie pressed Heather's head more tightly against her chest. She started slowly grinding her hips against Heather's hand, trying to get more and more of those delightful fingers inside her moist sex. 

Heather's lips worked their way back up to Laurie's neck as she rolled the blonde girl gently onto her back as Heather positioned herself between Laurie's legs. Both girls' fingers were trapped in the other's body as Heather started humping her girlfriend. There was no hurry to experience orgasm for either of them, as they both knew that time would arrive. For twenty minutes they kept things at a nice slow pace, occasionally switching who was on top.

Heather was the first to cum. Laurie was on top and Heather's legs were slightly spread to accommodate her lover's narrow hips. The blonde girl had a lip-lock on Heather's earlobe as the dark-haired girl gasped and moaned ever so lightly as her body began to shake. Her muscles tightened and her pussy pulsed and she came onto Laurie's fingers. 

After she recovered, she turned a smiling Laurie back onto her back then started kissing her way down Laurie's body. The blonde girl though her lover was just heading towards the breasts she loved so much, but Heather's mouth kept going until she was scrunched up under the covers, completely out of sight, pushing Laurie's panties out of the way and then planted a kiss on Laurie's lower lips. Then her tongue started gentled prodding and licking every part of Laurie's pussy. Laurie knew she was already close to orgasm, but she hoped she could hold on a bit longer, as Heather's studded and talented tongue's masterful manipulations had Laurie in a state of euphoria. And once again, Heather was in no rush. But Laurie was only human, and finally she submitted to the will of her body and came. Heather licked at and savored the blonde girl's juices. Laurie's body was locked in place for a good minute before she was able to relax and release the death grip her legs had on Heather's shoulders.

Heather reached out of bed and grabbed an old tee shirt from her bag and used it to clean both girls up a little after their romantic tryst. She tossed her now soaked panties, as well as Laurie's, into their laundry bag before curling up again under the covers, safe and sound with a beautiful blonde girl. Their legs became quickly entwined and each lay an arm across the other as they fell asleep in each other's embrace.




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Christmas morning . . .

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Everyone had awoken the next morning to the smell of cinnamon rolls, scrambled eggs and hash browns wafting up the stairs. Despite their claims the previous evening, all the girls were suddenly hungry again. Breakfast was lively and everyone seemed to be in a genuine state of good cheer. Heather sat back and looked at the mob. Pamela and Marvin were definitely family oriented people and, despite the fact that THIS family was a little unconventional, they seemed to enjoy being part of the gathering. Freddie was playfully feeding Jane hickory-smoked sausages while Michelle discussed increasing the number of horses on the ranch so she could teach basic riding when they finally started taking guests. Alice seemed to be doing the same thing as Heather, watching everyone and getting a kick out of everything they said. The two girl's eyes met for a moment and the straight-faced shy girl broke out into a beautiful smile. ‘Good,' thought Heather. ‘Haven't seen as many of those as I'd like recently.'

Laurie broke into the moment the other two girls were sharing by asking Alice if she had started writing anything new over the trip. Michelle piped in with someone questions of her own, and Alice suddenly became the center of attention. Heather glanced over at Laurie, who had a twinkle in her eye. ‘Yep,' thought Heather, ‘she did that on purpose.' Laurie noticed she was being stared at.

"What?"

"Just come here," Heather said with a smile, drawing in Laurie's head and kissing her on the lips.

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Alice and Michelle went out to check on the herd of buffalo, giving them a chance to chat. The rest of the girls sat down and watched Christmas movies until the two women returned from their ride, then they all opened presents. Jane's parents had bought everyone clothes, which delighted Laurie, Alice, Jane and Freddie. Heather and Michelle looked at each other, exchanging some silent question about what either of them was going to do with a sweater. Much to her relief, all of Heather's gifts went over better than she had expected. Within an hour, the floor of the living room was littered with glittery paper and shiny bows. That was when Heather, Laurie and Alice were given a bit of a surprise gift. 

Jane cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention. "Well, there is something that I would like to give to the youngest members of our little entourage. Now I know that some of you may have had designs to come down her in a few months for spring break, but I think you may want to rethink your plans. We've got professional builders coming out that week to put in an indoor pool over in the old bathhouse. Freddie had the idea that an indoor pool, while slightly breaking from the whole ‘authentic' fell, would be another attraction for guests to enjoy and use to wash the dust off. And we're also going to have some people working on restoring the barbershop, which will be turned into a modern salon with an old-fashioned feel. We had planned on doing this all ourselves, except for the pool, but my recent hospitalization has put us further behind than we'd liked. After your generous assistance this last summer, we had gotten our hopes up to open this upcoming summer, for which you still have guaranteed employment if you so desire, and we would like to keep to that new schedule."

"Sweetheart," said Michelle, "would you PLEASE get to the point?"

Jane looked down at Michelle and stuck her tongue out, causing the entire group to bust out laughing at the very-much un-Jane-like maneuver. "Very well. Anyway, I decided that since we had everyone else doing the work that I might use that week to make another trip to Dallas for what will hopefully be my last follow up appointment. But we didn't want you three to sit around your college moping while other students were off having fun, so . . ." Jane grabbed an enveloped from her pants pocket and handed it to Heather. 

The dark-haired girl looked inside and her eyes shot open. She pulled out eight airline tickets. "Florida?!? For spring break?!? But . . . Why so many?"

"Well," interjected Freddie, "we figured you had two band-mates, each of whom might like to bring someone, and we threw in another one in case Alice would like to invite someone."

Mr. Voorhees took over from there. "And my wife and I have a beach house down in Fort Lauderdale which we usually use for the winter. But we figured you kids could use it . . ." He was abruptly interrupted by Laurie hugging the breath out of him, while Alice went for Jane's mom. Heather started hugging Jane, then moved on to Freddie and Michelle. After everyone had been suitably hugged, Jane's father handed Heather a spare set of keys to the house. For some reason, everyone just assumed the dark-haired siren was the spokesman for her little group, but neither Alice nor Laurie every seemed to object. 

"Cool!" said Laurie, looking like she just had an epiphany. "Swimsuit shopping!" That got a laugh out of everyone. Except Heather. "Oh c'mon," said Laurie to her forlorn looking girlfriend, "shopping isn't that bad."

"It's not that. Well, not entirely. It's just that I won't be going in the water, so there's not much point in buying a suit. I figured I could go check out the concerts and stuff . . ."

"Pish posh," returned Laurie. "You are NOT going all the way to Fort Lauderdale for spring break and NOT go to the beach. We are going to get you some sun, and we are going to get you stared at by guys and girls who can't have you and we're going to go swimming and . . ."

"Um," Heather said nervously, "that might be a problem."

The room went silent for a moment. Michelle finally broke it with, "Don't tell me you can't swim?" Heather's blush was all the answer she needed.

Heather felt a need to answer the unasked question. "My parents never really showed any interest in my learning to swim . . . or me doing anything for that matter. The opportunity never presented itself and it didn't seem particularly important, so I just never learned."

"Well, we've got three months to figure something out. But even if you don't do anything but lay on the beach and get a tan," said Laurie sternly, "you ARE going to let me see you in a swimsuit. End of discussion." Laurie turned and promptly started discussing some things with Marvin regarding the rules of the house, and Heather was just sitting there with a confused expression on her face.

"Seven months ago," whispered Jane.

"Hunh?" was Heather's reply.

"Seven months ago is when you lost sole control over your life and gave some of it over to Laurie. Get used to it."

Heather grinned. "I don't mind so much anymore. But dang it, I'm going to drag her cute little butt to do some stuff that I want to do down there."

"And she'll probably go along. Being part of a real couple is strange, isn't it?"

"Yep. So, did you talk to Michelle and Freddie about the . . . .you know, physical thing?"

"You mean sex?" Jane grinned. "No, but they definitely seem to be loosening up. But I don't mind waiting a few days for the physical aspect of our relationship to return." She whispered into Heather's ear in a conspiratorial manner, "You see, regardless of how old you are, having sex while your elderly parents are in the next room is . . . well, icky." She and Heather stared at each other for a moment before starting to laugh outrageously, and no one else in the room had any idea what they were going on about.

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The day quickly turned into evening and the Christmas movie marathon continued. At one point, Alice went up to the kitchen to get some more soda, and Heather joined her under the pretense of wanting more coffee. Well, it actually wasn't a pretense. Heather went through coffee like a fish went through water, but she really wanted to talk to Alice.

"So," she said when the two girls were alone, "Did you have anyone in mind to take with you to Florida?" Alice blushed a bit, and Heather hurried to make sure that her friend didn't think she was being made fun of. "I didn't mean to say . . . Shit, I'm not good at this." She stopped and took a deep breath. "Alice, I know you don't like talking about your love-life that much, but I've been concerned. I know you're looking, which is cool. I just wanted to know if you wanted my and Laurie to help you look or if you want to do it on your own or what?"

Alice gave one of her shy smiles. She gave Heather a quick hug, which thankfully didn't feel awkward for Alice. Whatever had happened on Halloween seemed to have gone away. Maybe there was something ABOUT Heather which Alice liked, and all she needed to do was figure out what it was so she could seek it out in someone else. "I wish I knew. I realized I don't know myself yet what I want. I mean, if you know someone who is gay, or at least bisexual . . ."

"Don't you mean ‘bicycle'?" said Heather with a Cheshire cat grin.

Alice shot her a dirty look. Heather was never going to let her live that comment down. "I'm SURE the word is ‘bisexual.' Anyone, if you find someone . . . well, trustworthy, I don't mind if you bring them by. But don't bring them by just for me. Does that make sense?"

"I think so. Give you the opportunity, and maybe the right one will present itself. I think I could do that."

Alice gave her another quick hug. "Thanks again for looking after me."

"It's the least I could do. We have a really inbred little group here. You're like the mom, but I'm like the big brother.  Sounds like that Ray Stevens song."

"You mean, ‘I'm My Own Grandpa'? I love that song." The two girls grabbed their drinks, and Alice started scolding Heather for drinking so much coffee, claiming that it COULDN'T be good for her. Heather rolled her eyes, took another sip, and the two of them went back to the living room.

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New Years Day . . .

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It was another sad day when the girls had to pack their bags and head home. They had another week until school started again, but Heather and Alice were both going to be looking for jobs, so they wanted a head start. They thanked Jane's parents again for letting them used the beach house and Jane, Freddie and Michelle for the plane tickets. Michelle made Alice promise to call more often, which Alice agreed to and Heather made Jane promise to call when her physical relationship with her lovers was back on track, which Jane reluctantly agreed to. Pleasantries and fond farewells exchanged, the girls headed back to the university. Their hostesses had given all the girls travel games so that their increasingly frequent trips weren't quite so tedious. They had word games and magnetic board games to occupy their time. There was one game where the participants were asked to provide nouns, proper nouns, adjectives, verbs and adverbs that were to be fit into a story, but they didn't know what the story was about. They had to have Alice read the stories back to them since neither of the other two could do it with a straight face. At one point, when Alice was driving, Heather attempted to teach Laurie to play chess. After a while, she reluctantly acknowledged that it was a lot like trying to teach a dolphin how to roller-skate: it was kind of sad and doomed to failure, but it was also a lot of fun to watch.

When they got home, finding part-time jobs turned out to be easier than expected. Jenny and Mike dropped by to see them after they got back to town. Mike and Jenny had been visiting Mike's parents over the break and, when they were given their plane tickets and informed of the plan for spring break, had gone to their boss and helped get all three girls jobs at O'Malley's. They had even managed to guarantee the time for spring break, particularly since the girls were willing to work weekends. Even Laurie had decided to go to work, mostly since all her friends were going to be there anyway. She was going to work as a waitress, Alice was going to be in the kitchen and Heather was washing dishes and bussing tables. Some people might have been insulted by getting assigned to latter duties, but Heather preferred physical labor to anything else, and her social skills still needed a bit of work.

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A few days later . . .

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All three girls had just gotten back from their first day of training. Heather was actually in better spirits than her friends were for possibly the first time in known history. It was the type of work she was used to. Alice was mostly complaining about the heat of the kitchen, but that she would survive. Laurie was moaning about how no one had warned her not to wear heels. Heather finally got her to stop complaining by reminding her that this was just an excuse for her to go buy a new pair of comfortable shoes. Laurie perked up immediately, then used the pout attack to get Heather to go with her. Heather didn't mind as much, since SHE wasn't the one who would have to be trying anything on.

When they got back to Heather and Alice's room, they found a note on the door that was addressed to Heather. The dark-haired girl grabbed it and read it out loud. It said:

"Look out behind you."

Suddenly, Heather was grabbed and lifted off her feet and wrestled to the grass outside the dorm. Alice was taken aback and Laurie grabbed her cell phone as if to call the police. Then something happened that stopped her. Heather was laughing, and not just a little bit. She was laughing her head off. And she was fighting back. She had managed to out of her assailant's grasp and had what appeared to be another woman locked around the waist in some sort of scissors grip with her legs. The woman had one of Heather's arms and was twisting in a way which had to be painful. But this other woman was laughing too. Laurie and Alice both sat down on a bench a stared in total befuddlement at what was transpiring. Heather and the mystery woman wrestled for at least ten minutes before things ended. The mystery woman had Heather in a headlock with one arm, but Heather had grabbed the woman's other arm and was threatening to bite her thumb off.

"Okay ya little cheater," said the new woman, "we'll call it a draw, but only ‘cause I want to keep that thumb." Heather mumbled some kind of agreement without removing her teeth from their current positions. "On the count of three. One . . . Two . . . Three!" Both girls let go at the same time, and then Heather gave a very ‘manly' hug to the stranger.

Now that they weren't rolling around on the ground like wild animals, Alice and Laurie got their first look at the woman. She was tall, appearing to be about six feet two inches. She was wearing dirty blue jeans and leather chaps. Her denim shirt was tied in a knot below her smallish breasts. She had a long lean body that, like Heather's, was obviously low in fat content. She wasn't quite the beauty queen that Laurie was, but her face had a fair amount of appeal, though some people might say it looked a little stern. A couple of things helped alleviate that sternness. For one, she was smiling one of the most brilliant, perfect, ear-to-ear smiles anyone had ever seen. It reminded Laurie of Shannon Elizabeth's smile from the American Pie movies. Secondly, the girl's eyes were an incredibly light-blue color that was incredibly striking. Her long hair was pale blonde; so pale it might be seen as white or silvery in direct sunlight. And the eyes and hair were made more striking by a deep, rich tan that covered all viewable areas of her body. Alice found herself needing to remember to breathe.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" asked a still-grinning Heather.

"Didn't Grandpa tell you? I'm going to get my Masters degree."

"Why? I thought you had a great job?"

"I do. It's just . . ."

"AHEM!" This came from Laurie, who had found herself wondering who this woman was who had wrestled her girlfriend and gotten her all dirty and sweaty and . . . sweaty. Laurie's mind snapped back to reality when Heather started to speak.

"Sorry. It's just been a long time since we've seen each other . . ."

"Or pummeled each other," the other woman added.

"Yeah. Anyway, this is Elizabeth Price. Mr. Price's granddaughter."

Laurie looked confused. "Wait, your old teacher, Mr. Price? You never said he had a granddaughter," she said as she moved to stand beside her girlfriend. For some reason, she was feeling a bit threatened, though that threat diminished a bit when the Elizabeth gave another great big smile and offered Laurie her hand.

"Sorry for the disturbance ma'am. Call me Liz." Liz turned to look at Heather. "So this is the fluff you've been dating that Grandpa told me about? Nice! Definitely better than some of those militants you used to date, and certainly better than that one guy you took for a spin." Heather blushed as Laurie shot her a look that indicated that her girlfriend had some explaining to do. Then Liz turned back to look at Laurie, and more specifically to stare at her chest. "Damn, those things are big! Are they real? Can I touch them?" she said, wiggling her fingers.

"No!" said Heather and Laurie together as Heather moved between the two. The dark-haired girl had a vexed but amused look when she said, "Hands off, pig. Yes they're real, and no, you can't touch them." Laurie gave a ‘So-there' nod of her head.

"So," Liz said with a glance at Alice, "who's the skirt?" Alice blushed from head to toe.

"That's Alice. She's my roommate, friend and an extraordinary songwriter." This made Alice lower her head shyly. 

"Nice to meet you," said Liz. Then she turned to Heather. "So what Grandpa said is true? You're singing again?"

"Yeah. Mostly karaoke so far, but we've got a little band going and we're going to start playing some bars, clubs and coffee houses this semester. Alice has given us almost a full set. Throw in a couple cover tunes and we're almost ready to roll."

Liz gave Heather a big hug. "It's about friggin' time."

When released, Heather took Laurie's hand. "I had some help getting back on track."

Liz grabbed Laurie's hand. "Then the world owes you a debt," she said, giving Laurie's hand a kiss. The she winked and released Laurie's hand. Laurie blushed. With the blonde girl, flattery got you almost everywhere.

The four women went inside the dorm. "Hey," Heather said to Alice, "would you mind entertaining Liz for a minute? I just need to take a shower." She looked at Laurie and motioned her head in the direction of the shower. The two girls disappeared before Alice was able to object.

"Oh great," she muttered, trying to avoid staring directly at the stranger in their midst. "This could take a while." She sat on the edge of the bed with her hands on her knees, trying to think of something witty to say. "So . . . tell me about yourself."

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In the shower . . .

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Heather turned on the shower quickly. She figured there were a few things Laurie needed to know, but she didn't want to keep the other two girls waiting. Laurie was already undressed and giving her a ‘you'd better explain yourself' look.

"First of all, you have nothing to worry about," said Heather with a smile and a kiss. "She's no threat to you. Secondly, I had no idea she was going to be here. Thirdly, there's something you should probably know about her and I." Heather actually started to blush. "She was my first."

Laurie's eyes shot open and that sense of nervous defensiveness returned. "You never said anything about Mr. Price having a granddaughter, much less that you had sex with her! How could you . . . ooh!" she said before climbing into the shower. Heather sighed, realizing that she was really going to have to work to get Laurie calmed down. She stripped and climbed in with her girlfriend. Laurie was trying to be petulant, but Heather started kissing her on the shoulder as the water cascaded over, and this greatly reduced Laurie's desire to be difficult. 




Lost in Texas Ch. 03



"Listen, it just didn't occur to me. You've never really shown much interest in my previous love life, so I never brought it up."

"Your previous love life? I thought . . . I just never pictured someone like her."

"Listen. I'll tell you the whole story, but you have to relax. And just remember I love you, not her." Laurie glowed with joy, and was pretty much ready to believe anything Heather said.

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"I first met Heather when she was fifteen, though I didn't know that at the time. I was nineteen. I had come down for the last week of the summer to visit grandpa. I always like him more than my folks anyway. Less bullshit," said Liz. Alice had talked her into telling the story of how she knew Heather, mostly to take the pressure off of Alice to make light conversation. It was something she felt incapable of for some reason. 

Liz continued. "I didn't see much of her until almost the last day I was there. I was sunbathing nude out in the backyard while Grandpa was at a doctor's appointment . . ."

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Back in the shower . . . 

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"I had come over to clean the windows. He didn't feel comfortable getting out on the ledges and cleaning the upper story ones himself," Heather said as Laurie shampooed her hair. "I forgot about his appointment with the doctor. I knocked on the front door and when I didn't get a response, I headed around the side. That's when I saw her. I knew his granddaughter was visiting, but I didn't think anything of it. I peeked around the corner and I saw her lying there, completely nude. She was so bronzed and muscular and . . ." Heather stopped that line of comment when Laurie shot her a glare. "Anyway, I started having all these feelings I had never had towards a woman before. Our eyes met for a moment. Then she smiled. After that, I was obsessed with her. I casually asked Mr. Price about her on and off until the next summer . . ."

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"I decided to come down for the whole summer the next year. Grandpa had gotten Heather to help out around the house, but I figured it might be nice if he had some family around. I didn't know then that Heather had kind of gotten herself adopted by him. Anyway, she was there that first day I showed up. She was sixteen by then but again, I didn't know that. I just know I rode up and there she was, mowing the lawn in Daisy Duke shorts and a white tee shirt. She was hot, even back then. Still, I was only there for the summer, and not lookin' for high school tail. At least that's what I thought." 

Liz stopped her narrative and grabbed a cup of coffee before settling back with her feet up on the bed. Alice smiled. She even acted a little like Heather.

"Where was I? Oh yeah. It seemed that she was around all the fuckin' time after that. She and I were in close proximity all the time. We repainted the house, cleaned the gutters . . . you name it. And every time we worked on something, she seemed to want to stand closer and closer and she started looking better and better. Finally . . ."

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Back in the shower . . . 

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"We had just finished cleaning out the garage. I went upstairs to wash my hands, and she was in there taking a shower," said Heather as she was scrubbing Laurie's back. "She didn't care that I was looking at her. She's never really had a problem with nudity. I'm not sure why, but I just climbed in there with her. You can guess the rest." Heather turned Laurie around. "Are you okay with this?"

"I guess so. I knew you weren't exactly a virgin when I first saw you," Laurie said with a slight pout, "but I never expected to meet any of . . . well, of THEM."

"Listen," Heather said before giving Laurie a short kiss, "the sexual part only lasted a month or so."

"Why?" asked Laurie.

"Well, first of all she discovered I was only sixteen while she was nineteen. She's kind of is a fuck first, ask questions later type of girl. But that wasn't the big reason. I was pretty damn sure what I wanted, so it wasn't as if she was taking advantage of me."

"So what happened then?" asked Laurie. This question seemed important to her.

"While the sex was great, there wasn't anything else there, and we wound up having . . . different desires regarding sex. I mean, I cared about her and she cared about me, but it was more like being good friends than girlfriends. I wasn't in love with her. We always joked that the only two things she ever taught me was how to fuck and how to fight. I don't regret what happened. And when I had those problems in school, she was SO pissed . . ."

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Liz leaned in as if to tell Alice something special. Alice, for her part, was completely captivated by the story. Liz went on. "I found out from Grandpa what happened at the talent show. I had heard her sing, and for anyone to do that to her was just . . ." Liz was obviously still pissed about what had gone down. "Anyway, even though we weren't lovers anymore, she was still like a little sister to me. So when I came down the next summer, I found out who had thrown the egg. I stalked the guy who did it for a week, and even overheard the rich little bastard bragging about it once at a restaurant with his friends. The guy was such a slime that he actually hit on the waitress and was making eyes at me while his ‘girlfriend' was in the bathroom. I also overheard that they were going skinny dipping at a nearby lake that evening. I went up there and waited. When it was dark and they were all out in the water, I threw all their clothes in their bonfire. Then I punctured all their tires so they'd have to walk completely naked all the way back to town. Got most of their spares too."

Alice was giggling outrageously at that point. It was a bit overkill, but it certainly was funny.

"I had actually videotaped them when they were all getting naked. Not for personal use mind you. But I left a copy of the tape and a note on the lead guy's car. I told him that if anyone pestered Heather after that, I was going to make sure that all the girls' parents got copies. Strangely, no one bothered Heather again."

Alice smiled. "You know . . ."

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". . . she sounds a lot like you," said Laurie, who was feeling much better about everything.

"How so?"

"Remember what you did for Alice? That thing that you, Mike and Jenny won't tell the rest of us about?"

Heather smiled. "I guess so. That also might have been things didn't really work between us as lovers. We were too much alike in all the wrong ways. I like things the way they are now," she said, moving in closer for another kiss.

"How's that?" whispered Laurie, anticipating the taste of Heather's lips. 

"Her back in my life, but you still in my bed." Then the kiss happened, and it felt wonderful.

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Heather and Laurie had dried off and gotten dressed, rejoining the other two. Alice rushed in to take a shower while Liz filled Heather in what had been going on. Apparently, much to Laurie's surprise, Liz was an aeronautical engineer who had graduated with a Bachelors degree from MIT. She had been working for a company that worked on experimental aircraft for the United States military. The company had actually been doing well while other related industries were suffering. The had plans to open a new facility and wanted to have some more management types ready by the time the new plant was on-line. So they picked a few people that had been on the fast track to promotion anyway, such as Liz, and sent them off to get their Masters degrees, all expenses paid. She even was getting a small salary while doing it.

"God I love military contract work!" Liz was saying. "Getting fired is almost impossible and they're PAYING me to go back to school!

Heather had booted Liz off her bed and was lying down with her head in Laurie's lap. Laurie promptly punched her in the arm.

"What the hell was that for?" asked the wounded singer.

"You didn't tell me she was smart too."

"I didn't want to tell you everything at once. Don't want you running off with her or anything like that."

That comment got Heather another punch in the arm. "You wish," said Laurie with a grin. "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Liz was looking between the two of them. "You know, that look is good for you," she said fondly to Heather.

"What look?" Heather looked baffled.

"Happy," Liz responded. "Anyway, I'm gonna take off. I've got some stuff to unpack before I can get to sleep. Like blankets. It's fucking cold around here."

"It is winter, silly twit. If you need help unpacking or anything, let me know. I should be out of work by . . ." Heather looked up at Laurie. " When do I work tomorrow?"

"Nine to five all this week for training. Next week we go to part-time hours, just in time for school to start." Laurie gave her a quick kiss. "I just need to remember to wear sensible shoes. I might have one pair that might work until we can go shopping."

Heather sighed. Again. Then she turned back to Liz. "Anyway, you should swing by so we can catch up some more."

Liz looked from Heather to Laurie again. "I think you've got a bit of explaining to do as well," she said. "Say goodbye to your roommate for me. It was nice meeting you," she said to Laurie before wandering out the door.

A few minutes later, Alice emerged from the bathroom. "Where's Liz," she asked. She hoped she didn't sound too eager. 

"She had to go, but she'll be back tomorrow, or she might call asking for help unpacking. I'm assuming the movers just unloaded everything."

Alice furrowed her brow. "How do you know she had movers?"

"Well, she certainly didn't move everything down on her motorcycle."

Alice's brain was alive with images of the lean, beautiful woman in her tight jeans and leather chaps astride a motorcycle. She had actually been masturbating in the shower to similar images, sans the motorcycle. She just smiled a little smile and then lay down on the bed, listening to Heather and Laurie chattering between themselves and listening to the coffee machine brewing another pot.

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Heather got a call the following evening from Liz, asking if she was still willing to help unpack. With the promise of free pizza thrown into the mix, the three girls got in Heather's car and headed to Liz's place. Liz had rented one half of a nice-sized duplex. Everything was still in boxes, which were scattered all over the place. Liz looked exhausted. Apparently, she had been going non-stop all day dealing with the miscellaneous utilities and getting internet service hooked up and dealing with the cable people, so she had just gotten around to unpacking. She looked haggard and slightly overheated. She had a cold beer in her hand as she pushed some boxes labeled "private" into her bedroom.

The other girls went to work, starting on the kitchen. They managed to get all the dishes unpacked. Alice was surprised how nice they all were. She had almost expected everything to be made of plastic or have pictures of sports teams on them. It was all rather . . . tasteful.

At one point, Liz sat down on the couch, looking awfully pale for someone with a tan. 

"Are you okay?" asked Heather.

"Yeah," Liz said, staring blankly in front of her. "Hey, if someone unpacks the phone, I can call about that . . . that pizza . . ." Without further warning, Liz hurtled into the bathroom and knelt on the floor, throwing up into the toilet. Heather rushed in after her while Alice and Laurie stood in the doorway.

Heather knelt beside her friend. "Okay Liz, what all have you had to eat today?" she asked, as there seemed to be very little coming out of the woman's mouth. Liz glanced over her shoulder at beer which Laurie had picked up. Heather looked exasperated. "Don't tell me the only thing you've had is that one beer. Have you at least been drinking water . . . something else . . . anything else?" Liz shook her head before a series of dry-heaves overtook her. "Shit. No wonder you're sick." Heather looked up at Laurie. "Love, mind running to a grocery store for me?"

"Sure," said Laurie, looking concerned. "What all do you want?"

"Tap water here sucks. I haven't found her water filter yet, so could you pick up some bottled water? And maybe some stuff for sandwiches. Those go down easy. And some chicken noodle soup. I don't know if it's accurate, but I'm under the impression that chicken noodle soup pretty helps with everything."

"I'm SO sorry guys," groaned Liz. "This was supposed to be fun."

Alice decided to weigh in with her deadpan voice, "Well, I think this is fun. All we need to do is stick a quarter up your butt and we can call you a video game." Everyone there, including Liz, slowly turned to look at her. "What? Just trying to make the best of a bad situation."

Liz turned her face back towards the toilet. "I'd laugh but my stomach hurts."

Laurie was snickering as she took Heather's keys. She came back inside when she remembered that she couldn't drive stick.

"That's a lesbian for you," joked Liz. "Put a stick in her hand and she has no idea what to do."

Heather shook her head. "Just be glad I'm bisexual. It means I can drive standard OR automatic. C'mon sweets." Then she looked at Alice.

"I'll stay," Alice said calmly. Heather smiled at her and drug Laurie out the door. Alice stopped and looked at Liz, and couldn't help admiring the woman's muscular back and tight ass. ‘Great,' Alice thought. ‘I'm so desperate that I'm checking out a girl's butt while she's got dry heaves. How romantic.' She knelt beside Liz, pulling that pale blonde hair away from her face. ‘Her hair is so soft,' she thought. Then she placed on hand on Liz's shoulder, trying to provide some comfort.

Liz looked up again for a moment. "I like you," she said with a smile, then turned and heaved again.

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By the time Laurie and Heather returned, Liz had been feeling good enough to be moved to the couch, though she kept a trash can nearby just in case. She managed to get some water down, which settled her stomach a bit. Then they fed her bits of bread to see if she could keep them down. Laurie and Heather kept unpacking while Alice oversaw Liz's recovery. They all chatted away, telling Liz the story of what had happened over the summer. Liz was impressed by Laurie's tenacity. She asked why she had pursued Heather for so long. Laurie grinned and grabbed a handful of her girlfriend's perfect ass. Heather stormed off to the kitchen in a huff, complaining about how she was treated like a peace of meat. That got everyone laughing again, and Laurie went after Heather in order to ‘console' her. The story continued, but by the time they were talking about the trip home, Liz had fallen asleep. They all understood. Getting sick like that had exhausted every muscle in Liz's body. Alice volunteered to stay behind and look after the girl, but Heather and Laurie assured her that Liz would be fine.

"Besides," said Heather, "she's not a particularly friendly morning person." They left Liz a note telling her they would be over the next evening and to call if she needed anything.

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The girls swung by Liz's apartment again. The striking woman seemed to be moving around all right, and Heather was happy to see her friend with a glass of water nearby at all times. Apparently Liz had gotten the bedroom completely unpacked and was in the process of assembling her weight bench. She looked a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry about yesterday guys. I normally take better care of myself than that," Liz said. Alice was looking the tall girl over, and had to agree. ‘You don't get a body like that on accident,' she mused, the averted her gaze when Liz looked her way. "I'll order the pizza in a bit, and there's some filtered water in the fridge. There's some beer too, but you're all too young," Liz joked. 

Heather, being the only girl besides Liz who had any knowledge of electronics, was assigned to put the entertainment center together. Laurie unpacked living room stuff while Alice put the CD and DVD cases together. She wasn't the most mechanically inclined person, so she paid very close attention to the instructions and took her time. Luckily Heather was done getting Liz's monster television connected to the DVD player and VCR and had just completed setting up the speakers and surround sound when the pizza arrived. The whole crew gathered out in the living room, and Liz asked Alice to look through the movie box for something to watch. Alice was delighted with the selection.

"How about ‘Army of Darkness'? Ooh ooh, ‘Seven'!"

Laurie visibly blanched. "Are there any movies in there that aren't scary?" 

Alice looked a little further. And a little further. "How abut ‘Scary Movie'?" Laurie glared at Alice, and the shy girl felt a need to defend the choice. "It's actually a comedy that makes FUN of scary movies."

Heather wrapped her arm around Laurie's shoulders and pulled her girlfriend close. "She's telling the truth," she said with a kiss on the cheek. "I've heard it's really funny." Laurie nestled her head just between Heather's shoulder and neck and wrapped her arms around Heather's waist.

Liz leaned in and whispered to Alice, "Are they always this . . . cute?"

Alice grinned and rolled her eyes. "You have NO idea." Alice also realized that the feel of Liz's breath on her ear was sending tingles down her spine.

The pizza was pretty much gone by the time the movie ended, and it was late enough by the time they were done that the girls decided to go home. Liz thanked them again, but she would be able to finish everything up on her own. As Alice and Laurie headed out to the car, Liz grabbed Heather by the arm.

"Got a sec?"

"Sure," said Heather.

"So what's with that Alice chick? Does she play for our side or what?" Liz had a mischievous look on her face as she stared after the retreating young woman. The look on Heather's face told Liz that things were about to get complicated.

"Listen," Heather started with a stern look, "I know about you, the kind of person you are and what you're into. But be careful with Alice. Yes, she's gay. She figured it out and came out about eight months ago, but she's had a bit of a rocky road so far. I'm not going to tell you not to pursue her. That's not my place. You're both big girls." She glanced over her shoulder at her waiting friends. "Listen, just don't do anything until I've had a chance to explain. Promise?" Heather saw an almost offended look play across Liz's face. "Promise?" Heather reiterated.

"Okay, okay. I promise. When did you get all ‘big-brother-ish'?"

"When I got friends that needed one. Who couldn't take care of themselves, I mean," she added to soothe Liz's ego.

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Things were busy for everyone the next few days. Heather, Alice and Laurie were all finishing up their training week and Liz was spending a lot of time at the Engineering Department trying to get set up for being a mid-year addition to the graduate college. Thursday night was devoted to band practice over at the garage in Mike's house, so the entire crew got together on Friday at O'Malley's. Strangely, none of the girls that worked there seemed to mind spending their free time there as well. It just kind of felt familiar to all of them. Mike was working so they all got at a table next to the bar. Their bass player, Mary, had brought her boy-toy of the week, Jenny went and talked with Mike whenever he wasn't too busy, Heather and Laurie sat next to each other while Liz sat next to a very bashful Alice. 




Lost in Texas Ch. 04



The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.

It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one.

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"Liz?" asked Alice from the bedroom.

"Yes?" Liz was crashed out on the sofa watching the news.

"Where's my collar? The good one?"

"It's on the kitchen counter. I was oiling it."

Just a month earlier, this might have been an unusual conversation for Alice to be part of. But then Liz had introduced her to a world of sex that she had never imagined. It was a world of leather, chains, dominance and submission. But it was a world that had helped Alice in a number of ways. Despite spending most of their sexual 'sessions' crawling around, obeying commands or being tied up in some way, Alice felt safe. She cared for Liz and Liz cared back. It might have been a more elaborate erotic game than other people played, but Alice never felt like the 'inferior' member of the relationship. And not having to worry about how she was going to keep her girlfriend pleased, since Liz would make SURE that Alice pleased her, allowed Alice to concentrate on other things. She was actually having an easier time with her class work and her songwriting than she had ever had before. So she found herself packing up a change of clothes, a wide leather collar, a couple pairs of restraints and her toothbrush for the outing that she and Liz were going on.

The outing was to a conference quaintly called "Obedience School." It was a weekend retreat for people who participated in dominant/submissive relationships. Liz had a friend who was able to get them reservations at the last minute. And rather than being a big orgy or festival of debauchery, the event was actually quite professional. Most of the time. There was an introductory dinner where everyone showed up as themselves, not as a mistress or master or slave or whatever. On the first night, everyone was equal. There was a series of sessions on Saturday morning for submissives only, where they met in groups with speakers who would describe the variety of options that lifestyle offered. There was a very reputable psychologist who was going to be talking about why some people liked to be chained up, or whatever their pleasure was, and there was also a time where the submissives would be allowed to mingle and discuss their own relationships. In the afternoon, things got a little kinkier as the slaves "reported for duty," as it were. They would be on their best behavior for the remainder of the evening, and they would all be checking out Sunday morning. Alice was nervous, but no more so than if she was going to be giving a class presentation. She had adjusted better than she, or Liz, every thought she would. And while Liz might be in control during sex, Alice found that she could get her own way most of the rest of the time, so it all evened out.

Alice picked the collar up. "Do you think it's dry enough to pack?"

"Should be, but wrap it up in one of the dish towels just in case, and we'll air it out a bit when we get there."

"Why did you have to oil it today anyway?" Alice asked.

"I forgot to yesterday. I just wanted it to look nice. Besides, you've been sweating in it a lot, and that dries up the leather."

Alice grinned at the "sweating" comment and gave Liz a quick kiss on the forehead, and then the taller girl drew Alice down for a slightly longer kiss on the lips. Then Alice looked disapprovingly at Liz's feet, which were resting on the nice oak coffee table her grandfather had given her. "Feet off the furniture. It's hard to find real wood furniture these days, and you don't want to scuff it," she said as she wandered back into the bedroom to finish packing.

Liz shot the retreating girl a dirty look, picked her feet up and started to spin so she could just lie down on the couch.

"And don't even THINK about putting those dusty boots on the couch," came Alice's voice from the back.

Liz grumbled something about it being her apartment and she should be able to put her damn feet up anywhere she wanted. But she put her feet back on the floor.

"Actually," came Alice's voice again, "could you call Heather and tell her we're getting ready to leave?"

Liz grumbled again but picked up the phone. Heather wasn't apparently at the dorm, so Liz left a message giving their departure time. She then complained to Heather's answering machine that she wasn't allowed to put her feet up on her own furniture. At that moment Alice came out and grinned as her girlfriend bitched about a 'slave' in her own home.

"C'mon and hang up," Alice requested. "It's time to get going. It'll be good to have a nice, normal weekend away from college." Alice stopped and appeared to be pondering something. "Did we pack my leash?"

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Alice wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but she still managed to be surprised. When they had arrived, there were hundreds and hundreds of people who looked . . . well, normal. There were a few couples where the relationships had apparently become so extreme that it was easy to determine who was dominant and who was submissive. But for the most part, Alice couldn't tell. There were people of different ages, backgrounds, racial types and builds. Despite claiming to not be nervous, Alice was beginning to feel a little overwhelmed. She was rubbernecking while Liz was checking them in when the older girl was approached by a couple who seemed to know her.

"Liz!" said a large black man. He was a handsome fellow (if you're into guys) in his late thirties with a bald head and an athletic build. A white woman accompanied him, also in her thirties with bleach-blonde hair and a generous figure who was maybe five feet six inches tall. She had put on a pound or two and her breasts might have lost some of their twenty-something perk, but she could still turn some heads. Her long hair was up in a bun and she was wearing librarian glasses and a gray business suit, and she was wearing an infectious smile.

"Dirk," Liz responding, turning and giving the man a big, back-slapping hug. She glanced behind him, saw the other woman and immediately released the big man and went to hug the newcomer. "Marcy," she said with a friendly, but much less manly, hug. "You guys just get in?"

"No," said Dirk. "Our stuff's already up in our room. I got them to put you across the hall from us." His voice was heavy and kind of sexy, even to Alice. "I'm glad you were able to make it. So who's . . ."

Liz cut him off. "Dirk, Marcy, this is Alice. Alice, these are the friends I was telling you about that helped get us reservations."

Alice was staring at her feet, but glanced up shyly. "Hi."

"Oh, she's precious," said Marcy, who bypassed etiquette and gave the young girl a warm hug and kissed her on the cheek. Alice already liked this lady. "So, you're the young woman who caught our Liz's eye. Good for you."

Liz was smiling ear to ear. "Dirk and I worked together for the last couple of years. He's going to be transferring to the new plant when it gets built, so he'll be my boss for a bit once I get my Masters degree."

"Nice to meet you," said Alice.

"Marcy here," continued Liz, "is a bank manager. She helped me finance the loan for my Harley." Liz wrapped her arm around Alice's shoulders. "So, you two wanna join us for dinner?"

"Mistress Jasmine is having a banquet this year. Actually, I've got us all at the same table. Why don't you go put your stuff in your room? Dinner is being held in the Sierra Room, so we'll meet you there."

Hugs were exchanged and then Liz and Alice carried their bags up to their room. Alice was impressed with their accommodations, flopping unceremoniously onto the bed. She had to get up quickly though so she could get ready for dinner. She put on one of her nicer sundresses, washed her face and hands and brushed out her hair. When she came out of the bathroom, Liz was just sitting in one of the chairs.

"Ready?" Liz asked. Alice looked the girl up and down. "You're covered in dust. You should wash up and change clothes."

"But . . ."

"You SHOULD wash up and change clothes."

Liz grabbed the backpack with her stuff in it and started pulling clothes out, grumbling the entire time.

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Dinner the previous evening had been wonderful, and Mistress Jasmine had been a delightful speaker. Alice had never imagined how many bondage jokes there were, though Heather had used a number of them in recent weeks. Dirk and Marcy were a lot of fun, treating Alice like an equal rather than just the shy new girl. She liked that. Then she and Liz had gone up to their room, the collar had gone around Alice's neck and Liz proceeded to "train" her young lover. They had curled up together an hour later and gone to sleep.

In the morning, Alice and Liz kissed and then went their separate ways. Liz met up with Dirk and a number of other "doms" while Marcy introduced Alice to a number of other "subs". They young woman was surprised at the variety, including the number of men who allowed themselves to be dominated.

"Don't be," explained Marcy. "We live in an age where men are still expected to be all strong and manly, but now they're also supposed to be sensitive. It can be a lot of pressure, so some of them like to escape."

There were three sessions that morning. The first was a male and female psychiatrist team that discussed a large number of reasons people engaged in sexually submissive behavior, its social ramifications and positive and potential negative implications of such relationships. Alice found it all informative, and was actually taking notes on a napkin. Marcy saw this and grinned.

The second session was by Mistress Jasmine, the very elegant and stern (but funny) woman in her early forties who hosted the event. She talked about some of her past relationships and how she had developed her "Mistress Jasmine" persona. Her real name was Jasmine Berkowitz, and she was a successful real-estate agent down in Austin. That got a laugh out of the crowd. She discussed how she had changed her style over the years to accommodate different subs, which she explained perhaps unnecessarily was short for 'submissives.' She emphasized that while subs didn't have to make many decisions during their sessions, it was in fact the subs that held most of the power. A true dom reacted to his or her submissive, and the sub had the ability to stop everything at anytime. 

The third session consisted of four veteran submissives talking about their own experiences. Marcy was one of them, and she had everyone laughing. She had been married for a year to Dirk when they became interested in the lifestyle. It had started inauspiciously enough. She had gotten back after a day of dealing with idiots and making butt-loads of decisions that she was too tired for sex. Dirk had expressed interest, but she had told him that he could do whatever he wanted but that she was going to bed. So he did whatever he wanted, and she decided she kind of liked it. She knew he would have stopped if she had shown herself to be really serious about wanting to sleep, but she found she enjoyed not having to make any more decisions, even if it was just for an hour. By the end of the evening, she had her hands tied to the headboard and the two of them were experiencing some of the most exciting sex of their lives. Eventually they had transformed their sexual relationship into the Master/Dog type of relationship that Liz and Alice shared. Alice wondered if that's where Liz got the idea.

Finally the afternoon rolled around, and subs and doms met back up before going to a late afternoon brunch. But this time, everyone was going in his or her full regalia. Alice was nervous, but willing to participate. When she got up to the room, Liz was already there, and had a present for her. It was a new dress that had been made specifically for Alice. It was similar to many of her sundresses with a few exceptions. For one, it was indecently short, with the hem barely making it past Alice's butt cheeks while standing. Down on all fours, people would easily be able to see the young woman's crotch, which would be covered only by her purple silk bikini panties. The section of the dress between the bodice and the skirt was made of soft black leather, and it clung to Alice's midsection like a second skin. The cotton portion was a light purple-paisley design that the young woman absolutely loved. It was a little bit country and a little bit bondage-slut. Alice loved it!

"I had it made up for you last week. Had the guy do a rush order," Liz said, licking her lips at the concept of getting the young girl into that dress. 

Alice quickly shirked her clothes and the older girl helped her slide into her new garment. The leather section actually had ties in the back that, when loosened, allowed the dress to slide on over Alice's head. Then Alice put on her padded leggings and gloves. Liz actually did Alice's makeup, using purple lipstick and eyeliner. Alice REALLY loved every shade of purple. Finally, Alice put her hair up in pigtails, adding a sense of 'naughty schoolgirl' to the ensemble. She could tell from the look of lust on Liz's face that she was going to be thoroughly fucked after brunch was over. Liz put on her tightest leather-pants and a leather vest. Her tanned, rippling abdomen made Alice's mouth water. Liz also decided to wear a leather skullcap, which contrasted nicely with the pale blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders, and she was wearing elbow length latex gloves. 

The two girls just grinned at each other before Liz leaned over and gave Alice a warm, lingering kiss. "I don't know if I want to wait until after brunch to fuck your brains out," she whispered in Alice's ears, making them turn red.

"We wouldn't want to seem rude to Mistress Jasmine though, would we?"

"No, I suppose not." Liz picked Alice's collar off the bed. She slid the collar around Alice's neck and buckled it. Then Liz's face grew stern. "You know where you belong."

Alice got down on her hands and knees and waited for Liz's next command. Her mistress latched the leash onto the collar and ordered Alice to heel. She crawled at Liz's side out the door and into the hallway. This was the first time Alice had ever been so exposed, but she found it to be a bit exciting. Liz knocked on Dirk's door. When he answered, the handsome black man was wearing an immaculate three-piece suit. His wife was on her hands and knees and his side. She was wearing a full body latex suit that went all the way up to her neck, with strategically placed openings that allowed her full breasts to hang out. They were so huge and soft looking. Alice was almost hypnotized. There was also a circular opening around Marcy's crotch that exposed most of her thong-clad ass and pussy. Alice thought she was pretty damn hot for an older woman. Marcy also had a collar and leash, though Alice decided, with no small amount of pride, that SHE had the nicer collar.

Dirk and Liz led their two "pets" down the hall and back into the dining area. Alice was amazed by the variety of outfits and relationships being displayed. There were guys in ball gags and wedding dresses, men and women in miscellaneous types of plastic, leather or latex, and there was even a very pretty young girl in a cheerleader's outfit wearing those old fashioned stocks they put people in who were suspected of witchcraft. Each dom led their sub to their table and secured them somehow. Liz sat down and pulled on Alice's leash, bring the girl close to her. Liz then put one hand on Alice's backside and ordered her to sit. Dirk did the same with Marcy. Marcy glanced over at Alice and winked. Alice blushed and winked back.

Dinner was an unusual affair for Alice. Liz fed her by hand, like giving a dog scraps at the dinner table. But the food was excellent, and there was a lot of bite-sized finger food for just such an occasion. And after every morsel, Alice licked Liz's latex-clad fingers clean. Meanwhile Marcy was eating her food out of a ceramic bowl that Dirk had brought with him. Alice found herself a bit jealous. 'I want a bowl,' she thought, almost pouting.

Mistress Jasmine, who seemed to be radiating power in her leather and latex dress, stopped by everyone's table at some point in the afternoon. When she came by to talk with the people at Alice's table, the young girl decided to get into her show position. She straightened up her back, lifted her head and remained perfectly still until Jasmine came around.

"What have we here?" asked Jasmine to Liz. "Is this one new?"

"Yes," Liz responded. "Bitch here is only a month old."

"Excellent," Jasmine practically cooed. She knelt beside Alice and examined her much like Liz had done that first time, looked at her posture and tracing the line of her jaw. "She looks healthy. Good lines, excellent posture, and a firm behind," she said, patting Alice lightly on the ass. "And only a month old? She takes to training well."

"I've never had better," Liz said. Alice was almost flushed with pride. Jasmine moved on to greet Dirk and compliment him on Marcy, then went on to talk to another table. Dinner lasted about an hour, and even with the padding, Alice's knees and hands were beginning to bother her a bit. After dinner, the doms mingled while the subs attended their masters and mistresses. Dirk and Liz were both chatting away with a number of other people when Alice felt someone sniffing at her backside. She quickly glanced around and saw it was Marcy. Alice blushed. Knowing it was Marcy made it seem less of an inappropriate action. Marcy sniffed Alice again, and the young girl's skin tingled after feeling Marcy's breath on the sensitive skin of her crotch. Since Liz was distracted, Alice turned around until she and Marcy were side by side. Then she leaned forward, turned her head and sniffed and Marcy's crotch. The two girls did this several more times each, and also rubbed their sides together. After all, that's what dogs were supposed to do. 

"What's going on here?" asked Liz jovially, noticing what her pet was up to. "Dirk, I think our dogs are getting a bit frisky over here."

Dirk smiled at his wife. "Hmm. I think we're going to need to separate them."

Liz was looking down at Alice, staring into the young girl's eyes. She thought the young girl's face actually looked somewhat lustful. Liz grinned.

"Maybe. But I've also been wondering how this one," she said, pulling on Alice's leash, "might take to breeding. Do you think your little bitch is up to it?"

Dirk glanced at Marcy, whose expression Alice couldn't read. Dirk looked back at Liz. "I think that might be a fine idea." Alice had no idea what was going on.

Liz and Dirk led their pets out of the dining area and back up to the rooms. Then the four of them went into Dirk's room and shut the door. Alice was getting a little nervous. Dirk pulled on Marcy's leash and got her into show position.

"Bitch," Liz said to Alice, "since you're so interested in getting to know that other dog, I want you to REALLY get to know her. Now sniff!" Liz walked Alice over until the young woman's face was just inches from Marcy's crotch. Meanwhile, Dirk had untied the strings keeping Marcy's underwear in place and removed the garment. "Go ahead," Liz ordered her. "Sniff."

Alice placed her nose against the tip of Marcy's pussy and inhaled deeply. It smelled sweet, and had the aroma of roses. She must have used perfume. Alice wished she had thought of that.




Lost in Texas Ch. 04



"Now Bitch, lick the nice doggie," Liz commanded. Even after everything she had seen and done recently, this was still a little awkward. Alice had no desire to be with anyone but Liz and Liz had never expressed any interest in swinging. Maybe this was just a special occasion. Alice looked up at her mistress. Liz smiled warmly and nodded towards Marcy. Alice smiled back, then started licking Marcy's pussy with a passion.

Luckily for Alice, she had learned to give head in a number of uncomfortable positions, so this one was no big deal to her. Marcy's nether lips seemed particularly plump, and Alice had a lot of fun sucking them into her mouth. She did some deep-tongue exercises that actually made the older woman whine like the dog that she was pretending to be. 

"Good girl," said Liz. Alice glanced up, noticing that both her mistress and Dirk were grinning ear to ear, and that Dirk was sporting an impressive tent in his pants. Alice turned her attention back to the yummy pussy in her face and started rimming Marcy's asshole, making the older woman jump. Then it was back down the slit and then to the clit. After about ten minutes, she saw Marcy's pussy twitching and the woman whimpered some more as a climax overcame her. Her back, arms and legs all trembled as the pleasure swept through her. When it was over, Marcy glanced backward. She looked sexually drained, but also quite satisfied. And she looked more than a little bit horny.

"I guess it's time to see how Bitch here takes to being mounted," Liz said. Alice noticed Dirk grabbing a harness and dildo out of a suitcase, pulling Marcy over to him and fastening the device to her crotch.

'Oh goodie,' Alice thought. She had a pretty good idea where THAT little toy was going. Actually, it wasn't a "little" toy, being eight inches long and thick as her wrist. Dirk led Marcy around behind Alice. Since Alice was actually a little taller, Liz had her pet get down onto her elbows and spread her legs a little wider, allowing Marcy to slide over the top of her. Alice felt the older woman's heavy breasts come to rest on her back and the dildo wagging between her legs. Soon, Marcy's entire body was resting on Alice's back, and Liz positioned the head of the dildo at the opening to Alice's pussy and pushed her panties out of the way. Marcy wrapped her arms around Alice's body and positioned her hands on the floor, helping to alleviate some of the weight. Then Alice heard Dirk's deep voice.

"Now, push inside and start fucking. Don't be too gentle. She is just an animal. But don't stop until she cums. It's the least you can do after she was so nice to you, you undeserving little tramp." 

Alice felt the dong slide into her waiting sex and relished the feeling of her pussy lips spreading to accommodate its girth. Then Marcy's hips started humping in small but rapid motions. Alice imagined it might look very similar to two real dogs fucking, and that seemed to turn her on even more. The pleasure the plastic cock was giving her, combined with the weight above her and the feeling of Marcy's heavy breasts against her back was getting Alice incredibly turned on. She started whining like Marcy had done earlier. Liz moved and stood in front of her Bitch, and Alice looked up and kept her eyes locked on her mistress's face while she was getting fucked. She wished Liz would take those leather pants off so Alice could please her, but it wasn't her place to ask for that. Besides, the expression of Liz's face indicated that she would want some satisfaction of her own soon enough.

Marcy's strokes started getting more powerful when her husband started swatting her ass with one powerful hand. Just the sound of his hand smacking against the only slightly protected flesh of her ass got Alice excited, wondering if she might be in line for a spanking later on. Every stroke made Alice's feel all full in her special place. Finally she spoke with her eyes still locked on Liz.

"May I cum please?" she asked with an air of desperation. 

Liz knelt and traced her pet's lips with one finger. She watched Alice's face, which seemed to becoming more and more frantic. Alice was going to cum, but Liz was going to wait until the very last minute to grant permission. Finally she gave it. "You may cum now."

Alice wasn't sure how she had managed to hold on as long as she had, but she couldn't hold another second. Her pussy tried vainly to clamp down of the dildo that was filling her pussy. She felt her own cum trickling down one leg as her back arched and her body forced the fluid out of her body.

When she had regained her composure, Dirk pulled on Marcy's leash, indicating for her to disengage. Alice felt reluctance with every inch of that big fake cock sliding slowing out of her body. When the two women were separated, she looked back and saw it dangling obscenely between Marcy's legs. Marcy herself looked incredibly tired but entirely satisfied.

"Have a good evening with your pet," Liz said, shaking Dirk's hand.

"You too," he responded as Liz shortened up Alice's leash and led her across the hall to their own room. Liz had her sit next to the corner of the bed while the mistress grabbed a pair of cuffs and a towel from the bathroom. Liz threw the towel onto the corner of the bed, then secured Alice's hands behind her back.

"I don't want you putting your paws on the furniture," Liz said, bringing Alice onto her feet and pushing the girl face first onto the bed. As she lay helpless on the bed with her crotch pressed against the corner of the mattress, Liz took her time getting undressed and then hooking up her own strap-on. It wasn't as big as the one Alice had just had in her, but it would be good for quick fuck. Then Liz grabbed a small jar of Vaseline out of her suitcase, and Alice wondered what that was for. She was already pretty lubed up.

Liz sat down on the bed and stroked Alice's hair. "My poor exhausted little Bitch. You did a nice thing by eating that tasty pussy across the hall. But now your own little cunt is all stretched out. It wouldn't be much fun for me to fuck it, now would it?" She started smearing the greasy substance over her plastic cock. "So what could I do to make things more interesting?" She took some Vaseline and smeared it over the fingers of one of her gloves, pushed Alice's panties aside again and then shoved one of those fingers into Alice's inviting pink asshole. 

Alice's eyes shot wide open. 'She's not going to . . .' Alice started to think. 'Who am I kidding? That's exactly what she's going to . . .'

Her line of thought was cut off as Liz inserted a second finger into Alice's rectum, and then a third. She was massaging the increasingly tender little hole, stretching it in every direction she could. Liz spent ten minutes getting that entrance ready for its imminent de-flowering. Liz removed her fingers and replaced them with the head of the dildo.

"Now this is going to hurt, but I don't want you to make a sound. I'm going to sodomize my little Bitch and by the time I'm done, she'll be begging for more." With that, Liz started to push the head of the toy into Alice's bum. 

Alice struggled not to cry out or protest. She just kept remembering that Heather loved this, so it couldn't be all-bad. The pain was quite excruciating at first, but after a few minutes, it turned into an intense pressure. The head slid inside and then Liz started a series of long, slow pumps. Each thrust caused Alice's mound to rub hard against the edge of the bed. 'She thought of everything,' Alice thought. After a while, the pressure in her ass became somewhat pleasant as the bumps and ridges on the dildo stimulated previously untouched territory. Then Liz's pace quickened. The tall girl had a death grip with her hands on Alice's hips as she pounded away at her lover's ass. Alice was beginning to really enjoy this new sensation. She much preferred oral sex, but this was good too. 

Because the amount of direct stimulation on her own private area was minimal, it took a long time before Alice was ready to cum again. She thought that at least twenty minutes had elapsed from the time of first entry until she felt that familiar friend named orgasm dropping by another visit. She was gently grinding her clit and mound against the terrycloth on the corner of the bed frame when her body shook and her pussy spasmed. 'Oh shit,' she thought. She had forgotten something.

"Can I cum? Please? Oh . . . oh . . . I'm . . ."

"Go ahead," Liz said. She had been tempted to withhold permission, but she didn't want to have to spank Alice that evening. They had a long ride on a motorcycle the next day, and it wouldn't do to have a girlfriend with an overly sensitive ass. So she watched as her young lover's ass jiggled and her legs tightened as her orgasm overcame her. 'I wish I'd stripped her down before this. I love watching her whole body when she's getting off,' Liz thought. Finally a sweating, tired Alice lay almost lifeless on the bed. "Oh no," said Liz sternly. "You're not done yet." She pulled out of Alice's ass, removed the strap-on harness and grabbed the end of Alice's leash. She sat with her back propped up by the bed's headboard and tugged on the leash. "Down crawl down here and do what you're good at."

Alice's hands were still bound behind her, so inched one shoulder forward then the other, slowly crawling like a snake until she was between the thighs of her mistress. But as her lips got closer to Liz's body, the older girl stopped her.

"Now, I've been far nicer to you tonight than you deserve. I bought you this nice dress, I let you lick that other dog's pussy before letting her fuck you like a common whore, and then I was nice enough to stick something in that tight little ass of yours. So if you think you're getting off easy by getting me off once, you're sadly mistaken. I think three times would be better, and I think I'll leave you tied up like that until you're done with all three. But before I let you lick my pussy with that dirty tongue and touch it with those dirty lips of yours, I want you to thank me for my generosity."

"Thank you," Alice whispered heatedly. "Thank you for the dress and for letting me get mounted by the other pet and for fucking me in my ass. May I lick your pussy now?"

"Of course you can," Liz said while smiling. She scooted her butt down a bit until her crotch was just under Alice's face. The younger girl had to strain her neck until Liz was under her, but she finally was able to rest as her face settled onto the older girl's crotch. Then she started to lick and suck and probe in every way she could think of considering her limited mobility. She even used her nose as a small dick or as a tool to stimulate Liz's clit. She sucked on Liz's fat pussy lips, buried her mouth in the girl's slit while humming a happy tune and explored the crevice between the inner and outer lips with her tongue.

Over the course of an hour, Alice used every trick she knew. Her neck was getting sore and her shoulders were aching, but the scarcely contained look of lust and pleasure on Liz's face was all the inspiration that Alice needed. The first orgasm was actually the hardest, but Liz seemed especially sensitive after that. Or maybe she realized Alice's plight and didn't try to resist as much. But finally Alice was able to orally provide the three orgasms that her mistress had demanded. And the poor girl's face was literally coated with Liz's juices, and Alice had licked up enough cum to float a battleship. There were even droplets of the sticky stuff hanging precariously from Alice's lips. 

"You are such a good girl," Liz gasped after the third climax. She reached down and started stroking Alice's hair and scratched her bed behind the ears. "But I think that's all for today," she whispered as she got out from underneath Alice's face and un-cuffed the girl's hands. Alice lay limply against the cool hotel sheets. Her arms and neck were sore and tired, but she wouldn't trade that evening for anything. She felt Liz unbuckling Alice's collar. When that restraint was removed, their little game was over. 

"You okay?" Liz asked, rolling the cum-coated young girl onto her back and kissing her on her sticky lips. 

"I don't think I'll be up for playing volleyball anytime soon," Alice groaned stretching out her arms, wrapping them around Liz's neck and pulling herself up, "but I'll be fine." This time Alice initiated a kiss.

"Good. Wanna take a shower?" Liz had a naughty look on her face indicating that Alice should really take her up on the offer, but Alice had something she wanted to get off her chest.

"Liz?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, REALLY had fun today. I'm glad you brought me up here, and I feel much better about a lot of stuff. But the thing with Dirk and Marcy . . ."

"I'm sorry. I thought you enjoyed . . ." Liz started with a concerned look.

"No wait," Alice interrupted. "I actually think Marcy is great, and I'd be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy that, but I don't think I really want us to get in a situation where me getting traded around . . ."

"Don't worry." It had been Liz's turn to interrupt. "I really have no interest in swinging or anything like that. It wasn't actually my plan for that to happen. But you two looked so hot sniffing each other's asses that I was willing to go forward. Hell, if it had been anyone but Dirk and Marcy, nothing would have happened. And I figured if you really objected, you would have used your safe word." She gave Alice another lingering kiss. "Trust me, I don't really want to share you with anyone. By the way," she started, lightly petting Alice's butt, "how was . . . you know?"

"Better than I expected. I don't think I'll ever be a screaming anal-fiend like Heather, but it was fun. Now about that shower . . ."

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After a long shower where Alice's and Liz's lovemaking became a little more conventional, the two curled up on the bed and watched television until Liz drifted off to sleep. Strangely, Alice wasn't quite ready. She slipped into one of the white terrycloth robes provided by the hotel, grabbed the room key and headed down to one of the vending machines to grab a soda. On the way, she encountered Marcy who apparently had the same idea. 

"Hey gorgeous," the older woman said, giving Alice a big, comfortable hug.

"Hi," Alice said, instantly reverting to her normal shyness. 

Marcy shook her head. "You are just so cute that I could eat you up. Or is it the other way around?" she joked. Alice blushed. "Listen, just girl to girl, I wanted to make sure you were okay with what happened earlier. I want you to be comfortable around Dirk and I."

"I am. I mean I will be. I . . . oh, you know what I mean. I really had a good time. I already talked to Liz about it and while I'm not really interested in being swapped on a regular basis, I enjoyed getting to be with you." 

It was Marcy's turn to blush. "I'm glad. I also thought you should know something. I've been married to Dirk for thirteen years. This is the FIRST time that's ever happened. And quite frankly, he fucked me harder than he's ever done before after you left." Alice was crimson from head to toe. She didn't know why she could suddenly picture the sweet woman in her latex costume but hearing her say the word "fucked" still made her blush. "He and Liz have always gotten along, and I think it made him comfortable that this first time with another woman for me was with you."

Alice's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Your first? I mean . . . you've never . . ."

"Nope," said Marcy with a grin. "I wondered what being with another girl would be like, even to that small degree. But like you, I never contemplated being with anyone other than Dirk. So I'm really glad I got to try it. And I HAVE to ask you," Marcy said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, "where did you learn to give head like that? I mean, I always thought that Dirk was good, but you . . . you were fabulous!"

Alice had to cover her face with her hands because she was blushing so hard, and she had also started to giggle. "Well," she said at last," grabbing her new friend by the hand and strolling down towards the vending machines, "it all started when I was on my way to be a camp counselor and my friend Laurie lit my friend Heather's car on fire . . ."

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Heather had called a quick band meeting at Jenny's insistence, and everyone was sitting around waiting for Laurie to show up. Alice and Heather had been talking with great delight about Alice's excursion over the weekend and having a grand laugh. Heather was surprised at how much calmer Alice had gotten since hooking up with Liz. She had wanted someone so badly, and Liz had been the perfect solution. Alice had written some great new material that the band had been working through, trying to get it ready for some of their upcoming gigs. 

Heather's hair was still dripping from her afternoon workout. After finding out that Heather couldn't swim, Laurie had persuaded Jenny, a certified lifeguard, to teach the dark-haired siren how to stay afloat. Being naturally athletic helped Heather pick up the basics quickly. And after finding out what a good workout swimming provided, Heather had been hitting the heated indoor pool for almost an hour a day. Combined with some light weightlifting, Heather's already impressive physique was becoming even more stunning. When Laurie finally showed up, she immediately plopped herself down behind Heather and started combing her hair out. Heather just gave a contented sigh and let Laurie groom her.

"I suppose you wondering why I've brought you all here today," said Jenny very excitedly. "Well," she continued before anyone had a chance to make a snide comment (namely Heather). "I went into work this morning and like there was this guy who was like talking to Benny (their boss) and he was asking if he could put up some posters and stuff for like this contest."

Heather was grinning. When Jenny got excited about something, her California valley-girl voice came to the forefront and she became a lot of fun to listen to. "What contest?"

"I'm like SO glad you asked," Jenny continued. "KLEZ is putting on a battle-of-the-bands the last week of May. Guess what the prize for winning is! Just guess! Oh you're taking too long," she said, not giving anyone a chance to speak. She was so excited that she was actually hopping up and down. "The winner gets a five-song set opening for . . . wait for it . . . the Eagles when they do their concert here in August!"

Suddenly, everyone started talking, asking for details and generally creating a ruckus. The very thought was mind numbing; playing even a short opening for one of the greatest bands in history was the opportunity of a lifetime. It would get them noticed.

Jenny gave out a high-pitched whistle, finally getting everyone's attention back on her. "Apparently the Eagle's new label is doing this in all the cities they're going to in order to promote the concert and sort of connect with local audiences by giving one local band a chance to play at a big-time concert. The contest is a one-day event, and every group only gets to do like two songs, and the material has to be original. There are about two weeks of auditions before they select the twenty bands that are actually going to compete. And there are likely to be some record company scouts there too! I know you three," she said, indicating Laurie, Heather and Alice, "want to get to your summer jobs quick, but I thought this might be worth you holding out for a couple of weeks. So I borrowed some money from Mike and went ahead and paid the entry fee."

All the girls started screaming again except for Heather, who lunged forward and gave Jenny a breathtaking hug. One by one, the other members of the band joined in. Mary, their bass player, volunteered to go grab beer and pizza for everyone. An hour later, they were all stuffed to the gills and at least slightly tipsy. Mary went home to whichever of her boy-toys was probably waiting for her, Jenny went over to Mike's place and the three remaining girls went back to the dorms. 




Lost in Texas Ch. 04



When back in their own room, Alice quickly grabbed the phone and called down to the ranch, excitedly explaining the news to a very pleased Freddie. Then Michelle got on the phone, and those two talked for an hour about Alice's love life. While the two were never officially a couple, Michelle had become very protective of the young woman since their time together on the ranch, and she was curious as to how Alice was adjusting to her new lifestyle. 

Meanwhile, Heather went in to take a shower and wash the chlorine out of her hair. Just as the warm water started cascading over her head, Heather felt a soft hand on her shoulder.

"Thought you might like some company," purred Laurie, maneuvering her naked body into the confines of the shower stall. 

"When DON'T I want your company?" Heather returned fondly. The two girls kissed and caressed each other as they shampooed and conditioned Heather's beautiful hair. 

"Well, now that we've gotten you all clean," said Laurie with a sly smile, "why don't we work on getting you dirty again?" She reached out and grabbed something off the chair next to the shower. It was a strap-on harness with the dildo already connected. 

"Were you ever a Girl Scout?" Heather asked.

"No, but I wouldn't mind dressing up as one if that would turn you on!"

Heather smiled. Sometimes she didn't know if Laurie was being serious or just a little "blonde," but she was always cute. Heather was still taken aback by how her relationship with the blonde girl had affected her libido. In her previous relationships, Heather had probably had sex maybe once a week. With Laurie, it was almost every day. She just couldn't keep her hands off her beautiful girlfriend. The idea of needing to change anything to "turn Heather on" was somewhat superfluous. As she was thinking these things, Laurie was strapping the device onto Heather's hips. Then Heather positioned the head of it in Laurie's tight little opening and slid inside. Heather loved that initial gasp Laurie gave when she was first penetrated. It was like she was expelling any resistance so she could concentrate on giving herself over completely to her almost boundless lust. 

Heather soon found herself sucking on those big soft nipples of Laurie's that she loved so much while the blonde girl held her head. Then the dark-haired girl straightened up and began thrusting into Laurie's pussy with great fervor. 

"Fuck yeah . . . fuck yeah . . . fuck yeah!" Laurie muttered over and over as she dug her fingernails into Heather's back. Laurie like sex in the shower, with the feeling of the warm water tumbling down, the natural lubrication it provided so Heather could slide that hard plastic cock into her willing body, and the necessary closeness demanded by their surroundings. But most of all, she loved it because it meant she was with Heather, and that turned her on more than anything. She stopped clawing Heather's back so she could grab a double handful of that perfect, tight, teardrop ass that her girlfriend possessed.

The two girls knew instinctively how much hot water they had. Having sex in the shower as often as they did had given them some insight. So Heather worked frantically to get Laurie off so that it could be Heather's turn. As she slid the dildo in and out of Laurie's body, she started sucking on the blonde girl's neck and then on her sensitive earlobe. Laurie just held onto Heather's ass for dear life as her climax hit her, making her whole body tingle and her pussy tighten up. Even after it was over, she didn't want to let go, but rather wished she could just bask in the afterglow. But that wouldn't be fair to Heather.

"Ready for some action of your own," she asked, unsnapping the sides of the harness so she could don it herself. 

Heather's only reply was to grin before turning around and placing her hands on the wall just below the showerhead. Laurie plunged the dildo into Heather's pussy, then reached around and started playing with Heather's breasts. They were considerable smaller than Laurie's, but they filled her hands nicely and the dark-haired singer had sensitive nipples. Heather was groaning as the water cascaded over her shoulder, down her back and into her ass crack. The two girls had discovered that when in the shower, this was the best position for what was coming up next. 

"Are you ready sweetie?" Laurie asked huskily. She probably didn't need to. Heather was always ready for this.

"Do it!" Heather said over her shoulder.

Laurie pulled out of Heather's cunt and moved the head until it was at the entrance to the girl's asshole. The water running down would lubricate the device for each stroke, meaning they wouldn't have to stop until Heather had cum. Laurie slid the dildo into Heather's ass with relative ease. The dark-haired girl had done this often enough that she could be entered with almost no pain, and the pleasure it caused her was off the charts. With very little wait, Laurie was pumping away at her girlfriend's wonderful ass. She reached around Heather's waist and ran a hand down to Heather's pussy, sliding two fingers inside. 

Heather wasn't sure if she enjoyed getting ass-fucked or finger-fucked by Laurie more, but her favorite thing was to get both, which is exactly the service the blonde beauty was providing. 

Laurie pressed her tits into Heather's back as she fingered and fucked her and began nibbling on her shoulder.

"You are too sweet," Heather muttered.

Laurie grabbed her girlfriend's head with her free hand and turned it so she could kisser Heather on the lips. "Have another taste," she said before driving a particularly hard, deep thrust into Heather's ass. They kept kissing for a while as Laurie brought her girlfriend closer to her own orgasm. When the time came, Heather let her know. So Laurie buried the dildo up to the hilt and began fingering Heather's pussy like mad, paying additional attention to the clit. Heather's body tensed up and her juices flowed down her legs, washed away by the steady stream of water coming from overhead. Laurie held on all the way through the aftershocks until Heather's greedy ass was finally willing to give up the dildo. Laurie withdrew the device and dropped it onto the bottom of the shower while Heather turned and embraced her. They let the water relax their muscles for a little while longer, kissing in nuzzling the entire time. It was with some regret that they extracted themselves from the shower, but they solaced themselves with a long "toweling off" session.

When they finally emerged, Alice had apparently finished her conversation and was sitting on her bed. "It's about time. I swear, you guys need to let me shower first, because there's never any hot water left when you're done."

"You were busy . . ." started Laurie.

". . . talking to Michelle," finished Heather. "You didn't expecting us to wait did you? Have you convinced her that Liz ISN'T the devil, come up from hell to corrupt you?" 

"Almost. I think I've finally gotten it into her head that I'm in this relationship by MY choice, not just Liz's. I'm worried about what's going to happen when those two finally meet. Jane's trying to calm her down and explain things to her. I'm glad she has that Bachelor's degree in psychology. She might be able to talk some sense into Michelle. The big lug," Alice finished with a pout.

"She loves you and wants to make sure your safe," said Heather. "She hasn't met Liz yet, so she doesn't know that she can be trusted yet. Don't worry, it'll work out."

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Late March . . .

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There was an air of excitement around the members of the band, Lost In Texas. The month had gone by and their music was making progress. The band was clicking a lot more and Alice had written them some new material. They were discussing getting some studio time so they could make a demo CD. They had planned on doing it in February, but budgets and time constraints had proven prohibitive. The circumstances had changed however, and they decided that it was a step they needed to make. And they would make it soon after returning from spring break in Ft. Lauderdale Florida! They had all been looking forward to this trip since Jane, Michelle and Freddie had given them airline tickets for Christmas, and Jane's parents had given them use of their beach house. They were leaving the next day, and everyone was packing. Mary had invited some random guy with a six-pack of abs and the IQ of a vegetable, but that was the kind of guy she liked. Jenny was taking Mike, Alice had invited Liz, and Heather and Laurie were going together. Everything appeared to be going perfectly. Appearances can be deceiving.

Laurie was in her room trying to find the skimpiest swimsuits that she could possibly get away with. She was looking forward to the sun, the fun, the waves and the beach. And she was looking forward to sneaking out onto the sand in the waning hours of the day with Heather and making love on the beach. It was going to be perfect. As she was putting another skimpy pair of shorts into her suitcase, her cell-phone rang.

"Hello? Hi Daddy! No, I'm just getting packed now. Sure, I've got a few . . ."

Laurie listened to her father talk for several minutes. If there had been someone else in the room, they would have seen the color and energy drain from the pretty girl's face. As her father talked, she started pulling some of the skimpier outfits out of her bag. 

"No Dad. No that's fine. Yeah. I'll talk to you next week." Laurie sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. "Now what do I do?" she asked of an empty room.

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That evening . . .

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Laurie knocked on the door to Alice and Heather's room. She heard "come in" before walking inside. That was unusual for her. Normally she didn't think twice about just walking in. She practically lived there. 

"Hey," said Heather with a big smile. Laurie forced a smile herself and hoped it was convincing.

"Hey. Everyone packed and ready to go?" she said, dropping her suitcase off at the foot of Heather's bed. 

"Yeah. And tomorrow, we pick up Liz. Jenny, Mike, Mary and . . . and whoever the hell it is she's bringing . . . they'll be meeting us at the airport. Then it's off for seven full days of total debauchery," joked Heather. Strangely Laurie didn't feel like laughing. Luckily for the blonde girl, she and Heather had enjoyed a quickie that morning, because Laurie didn't feel particularly amorous at that moment. She did strip down to her panties and cuddle with her girlfriend until sleep overcame the, wondering the entire time how she was going to handle the upcoming week.

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The following evening . . .

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Two taxis dropped the motley band of at the beach house they would call home for the next week. It was their first Saturday night at spring break, and most of the crew was anxious to get started. Even though their flight had left early, it was dark by the time they deposited their belongings in the house. Mary instantly grabbed her "date," whose name apparently was Leroy, and drug him out to check out the surrounding area. Jenny, Mike, Alice and Liz all had the same idea. Heather had been hoping to get some quality time alone with Laurie, but Laurie claimed that she wasn't feeling well and went to bed. The two of them had laid claim to the master bedroom upstairs weeks earlier, and no one had questioned it. They were the primary couple in the group. Heather was concerned, but Laurie assured her it was just a case of the nerves she got sometimes after flying. The blonde girl respectfully requested that someone pick her up something to help settle her stomach.

"You guys go wandering," Heather said to her friends. "I'll take my turn wandering tomorrow." The majority of the group went out into the warm Florida night while Heather went looking for a convenience store. She found one quickly but by the time she returned with the Pepto Bismol, Laurie was already in bed, apparently asleep.

'This sucks,' Heather thought. 'Oh well. We've got an entire week.' She stopped for a moment to gaze at her personal sleeping beauty. 'How did I get so lucky?' Heather grabbed the book she had brought and went downstairs to read, not wanting to leave the light on and disturb Laurie. Unbeknownst to her, Laurie was simply feigning sleep, as well as illness. She hated lying to Heather, but she wasn't sure if she would understand the position Laurie had found herself in. 

Eventually everyone wandered back in. Liz and Alice wandered off to one of the two smaller bedrooms, while Liz and Alice took the other. Mary and Leroy crashed out on the couch in the den, forcing Heather to go to the kitchen to read. After another hour or so, she got tired of reading and decided to head up to bed. She wandered through the den and saw Mary, completely naked, riding her brain-dead stud like a pogo stick. Mary was one of those girls who got laid a lot by sheer will. Her face wasn't the prettiest, but her body was nice and curvy and she tended to dress fairly sluttish. Heather liked her because she was completely up front about her easy-going ways, and she never led guys into thinking that her interests were anything but sexual. That was what separated her from girls like Jamie; she was an HONEST slut.

She made her way past the two downstairs bedrooms. Jenny and Mike had forgotten to close their door completely, so Heather's inner voyeur required her to take a peek. Jenny was as cute as she was sweet. She was a natural blonde with medium sized breasts and a "ghetto" ass. Apparently she had brought the nurse's outfit Mike liked so much, but most of it had been discarded. All she was wearing was a white thong, knee-high white fishnet stockings and those cheesy hats nurses usually only wore in porn flicks. She was yummying down on Mike's sizeable dick while probing his ass with one finger

'So that's what she meant by "taking his temperature,"' Heather thought. 'Something else he and I have in common.' 

Alice and Liz's door was closed, so Heather put her ear to the door. She heard the faint sound of something smacking against flesh, and she could swear that she heard Alice saying "Thank you. And another?" over and over again. Heather couldn't help but grin as she thought back to a line from her favorite musical, Les Miserables: "She plays a virgin in the light, but needs no urging in the night." Alice was a super-freak, which just made her more charming in Heather's book.

Heather finally crept back into the bedroom and disrobed quietly. She wanted to slip an arm around Laurie, but thought it might not be such a good idea. She didn't want to wake the girl. So for the first time in a long time, she fell asleep without Laurie in her arms.

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Sunday morning . . .

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By the time Heather awoke, everyone else was dressed in his or her bathing suits and ready to go out to the beach, except for Laurie had already left and was frolicking in the water. "I guess she's feeling better," Heather mentioned to no one in particular. She donned the swimsuit that Laurie had picked out for her. Rather than going for a traditional bikini, Heather was wearing a pair of tight black swim shorts that showed off her ass well without being too revealing, and a top that was the swimwear equivalent of a sports bra. Overall, it was sexy without abandoning Heather's particular style. When she finally got down to the beach, everyone else was already out in the waves. Heather threw her towel down and broke out the sunscreen. She had to apply it herself since she couldn't seem to get Laurie's attention. When she finally got ready to head into the water, Laurie headed out.

"What's up?" Heather asked. She noticed that the blonde was wearing a swimsuit that was considerably more conservative than what she had been planning a month ago, but the dark-haired girl had given up trying to predict her girlfriend's fashion changes. 

"Nothing. My leg's starting to cramp, so I thought I'd take a break."

"Want me to help you work it out?"

"No, don't worry about it. Just go swim. I'll be out in a bit."

Heather shrugged it off and headed into the water. Laurie turned and watched her go, paying special attention to that perfect ass and the muscular legs underneath them. "Maybe I should just . . ." she started, then thought back to the conversation with her father. "No. This is the way it had to be for now." She grabbed her stuff and headed up to the house with no trace of a cramp.

Heather kept for the shallows for a while before diving in deeper. She got into a dunking contest with Liz, which she managed to win with some help from Alice. Liz grumbled something about her girlfriend being a traitor, inspiring Heather to look around for HER girlfriend. But Laurie was nowhere to be seen. 'Maybe she just forgot something at the house,' Heather thought. But she was beginning to feel an unease she couldn't readily explain.

That unease grew the remainder of that day and into the next and the one after that. It seemed that everywhere that Heather went, Laurie managed to be somewhere else. They were showering and dressing at different times, and the normally energetic blonde didn't want to go anywhere besides the beach and occasionally out for dinner. And even then, she seemed to be distracted and was almost always sitting with at least one person between her and Heather. So a lot of the local concerts and things that Heather had wanted to attend were missed, or Heather went alone. Everybody else was having the time of their lives. Liz and Alice swam, checked out some fetish shops and caught some classic horror movies at a great old theatre that actually still had ushers and balconies. Jenny, Mary, Mike and Leroy were always out, taking in the sights and sounds of spring break. But more often than not, Laurie wanted to go home early and go to bed. Heather was still trying to get over her "overreaction" issues, so she never pressed the matter. They only made love once between Sunday and Wednesday, and that was a quick and silent finger session. Not that Heather minded. Just getting to touch the blonde girl was enough for her, but Laurie seemed almost desperate to make the session as brief as possible before rolling over and going to sleep. That time, Heather didn't even reach for her. There seemed to be some sort of invisible wall between them.

By Wednesday evening, Heather's natural suspicions finally got the better of her. That was when the shit hit the fan.

Most of the band was going to a party on the beach when Laurie said she was going to go back to the house. She tried insisting that Heather go with them, but the dark-haired girl was having none of it. The two of them had barely made it in the house when Heather's patience reached its limit.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?" she said a little more loudly than she had originally intended to.

"What do you mean?" asked Laurie with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knew exactly what Heather meant.

"What's been with you the last few days? You're normally the one who wants to go out and do stuff, but you've pretty much sequestered yourself. You're not doing any of the things you claimed you wanted to just a week ago. You're leaving before I get up and then vanishing. You've barely talked to me for the last few days except to get me to go away and do stuff that doesn't involve you. Well, I don't want to do stuff that doesn't involve you. You're the person I want to spend time with, but you've been acting like you don't even want me around. It's confusing at best and annoying at worst. I'd kind of like to know what it is I did that apparently pissed you off so much that you don't want to spend any time with me!"




Lost in Texas Ch. 04



Laurie was struggling for words, but it wasn't because she didn't know what to say. Rather, she just didn't want to actually say it. "Maybe I'm just not feeling up to it . . ."

"No more bullshit," Heather said. "What is going on?"

Laurie realized that things had gotten out of hand, and that it was time to come clean. "It's no big deal. Before we left I got a call from my dad and he was telling me that there's a good chance he'll be the Senate minority leader in the next year." Laurie stopped and waited for Heather to say something like "great" or "congratulations," but it never came. Heather wasn't falling for the distraction. "Well, we were talking about how he didn't want to have any 'unexpected scandals' to come up in the near future that might reflect badly on him. Then he mentioned how the president's daughters got caught trying to buy beer with fake id's not long ago, and he said something like that might not go over well in his party."

Heather's skin had gone white and she was tightening her fists. She had a bad feeling about where this was going.

Laurie continued. "So he knew that I was going down her for spring break and he asked that I . . . sort of keep a low profile. You know . . . not do anything that might embarrass him."

Heather's blood suddenly went cold. "So what am I? Something that might 'embarrass' him?"

"No, its nothing like that! I just thought we should play it cool until we get back to college."

"You mean somewhere more private, don't you? It'll be a hell of a lot easier to ignore me there, won't it? You'll have more distractions to pursue!"

Laurie found herself in a position many people did; embarrassed by her actions but unwilling to back down. "You are completely overreacting! That's why I didn't tell you. Because you're completely unreasonable sometimes!"

"Unreasonable?!?" Heather's voice was creeping up in volume. "Unreasonable?!? You're telling me that you don't want to go out and enjoy this vacation because your father doesn't want you to embarrass him? And apparently that being seen with me might EMBARRASS him? And that you didn't even have the guts to tell me that your father now gets to dictate the terms of our fuckin' relationship? And you say that I'M being unreasonable?"

"Why can't you see that I'm just trying to help out my dad? You know his career is important, and that occasionally I have to help out. That's what the daughters of IMPORTANT people do, not that you would know!" Laurie shouted. There was a moment of silence and she knew she had gone to far, but she was too agitated to quit while she wasn't too far behind. 

"So is that it? My parents are abusive drunks. I know that. I didn't think it mattered to you, but I guess I was wrong. At least I didn't need someone to buy my way into college and hand-fucking-feed me everything on a silver platter! I earned my way! But I guess I'm still too low-class, right? At least tell me you made that decision on your own, or did 'DADDY' give that to you too?!?"

"So I'm supposed to feel guilty that my parents were generous? You know, I didn't see you objecting that strenuously when their money was buying you things or when I used my father's influence to help out Jane! You should be THANKING me instead of yelling at me!"

Heather's fury had grown to almost monstrous proportions. All this time, she had wondered if she were really good enough for Laurie. Apparently, Laurie had been wondering that as well and had made her decision, with a little help from Daddy-Dearest. "I didn't realize that you were into hoarding favors," she said between clenched teeth. "I'll give you your shit back when we get home. Maybe then you'll realize that, unlike you, my favors can't be bought so easily!"

SMACK!

Both girls were stunned. Laurie had just slapped the dark-haired girl smartly across the face. Laurie had just become something more than angry; she was scared. She was more scared than she had ever been in her life. Heather wasn't the type to take something like that, and Laurie steeled herself for the retaliation. But the retaliation never came. Heather's face went blank. Without another word, Heather turned and walked out of the house into the waiting darkness. 

"Don't you dare walk away from me when I'm talking to you," Laurie said, with much less force than that statement usually commanded. She walked out onto the porch, but Heather was nowhere to be seen. "Heather?" she shouted at the uncaring night. "Heather?" she said again, much quieter that time. Then it all hit her; what she had done and said to the woman she loved. That was when she truly realized how badly she had fucked things up. "Heather, I'm sorry!" she shouted. But only the distant din of partygoers and the crashing of the waves responded, and neither brought her comfort or answers. Only Heather could do that, and Heather was gone. "Please," she said as she started to cry, "Heather, I'm so sorry!" She sat down on the porch and wrapped her arms around her knees, unable to do anything but weep.

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About an hour later, Alice and Liz came back after watching a local band playing just down the street. Alice noticed Laurie out on the porch and went to investigate. The blonde girl had moved up into a chair, her eyes red from crying. 

"Holy shit!" Alice said, moving to wrap an arm around her friend. Liz heard the tone of her girlfriend's voice and came out to check on them both. "What happened?" Alice continued. "Where's Heather?"

With the mention of the dark-haired girl's name, Laurie began crying again. Alice was completely baffled, and Liz went upstairs to check for Heather, returning after realizing that the girl wasn't anywhere in the house. She helped Alice bring Laurie inside. 

"No," Laurie said through trembling lips, "I should go look for her. She left and she's mad at me and I need to tell her how sorry I am . . ." Laurie rambled on for several minutes while Alice tried to calm her down.

"Laurie . . . sweetie . . . I need you to tell me what happened." Alice was no fool. With Heather's absence and the reaction Alice had gotten mentioning that name, she knew better that to say it again. It took a while for Laurie to collect herself enough, but she finally broke down and told the two girls everything. She told them about the conversation with her father, the reason she had been behaving peculiarly and then about the fight she had with Heather. By the time the story was over, Liz was standing up and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Alice asked quickly.

"To go look for her. Stay here, and I'll be back in a bit."

Alice looked back at Laurie, and let the poor girl cry on her shoulder. Laurie had been really stupid, but she was still Alice's friend. 'What were you thinking?' she thought as Laurie wept.

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An hour later . . .

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By the time Liz returned, the rest of the crew had shown up and Alice had told them about what had apparently gone down. At some point, Alice had taken the still sobbing girl up to her bedroom and put her to bed. Laurie was a complete wreck, and hours of crying had taken their toll on her.

"Any luck?" Alice asked of Liz, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend's waist and placing her head against Liz's neck.

"No. She could be anywhere."

Jenny looked concerned. "Do you think she's going to be okay? Should we call the police?"

Liz wrapped up Alice in her long arms and shook her head. "She's only been gone for a couple of hours tops. And what would we tell the cops? We're looking for an angry girl in Fort Lauderdale during spring break?" Jenny looked a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry," Liz said quickly. "I didn't mean to snap at you. I just hope we can find her before . . ."

"Before what?" Jenny asked.

Liz sighed. "Remember the story of her high school talent contest? One jackass with an egg ruined her evening, got her angry and fucked up her self-esteem. It took her almost four years to get over it. Heather . . . well, she's passionate. And when that passion gets turned negative . . . well, you've seen what that's like. Listen, everyone go to bed. I'll wait up for Heather. She's got to come back sometime." She leaned over and kissed Alice on the top of the head. "I think you might want to grab an extra couple of pillows and crash in Laurie's room tonight. I don't want her doing anything rash."

Alice reluctantly agreed. She was mildly pissed at Laurie as it was and she wanted to spend time with Liz, but the older girl was right. Laurie shouldn't be left alone in her current state. Another kiss and Alice was heading up the stairs. Mary took her boy-toy to the room Alice and Liz had been using while Mike and Jenny went to bed. Liz doubted anyone, even Mary, was going to be interested in sex that night.

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Alice woke up and noticed that Laurie was still sleeping, thought somewhat fitfully. She quietly descended the stairs to find Liz asleep on the couch. Alice nudged her girlfriend awake.

"So . . ." Alice started.

Liz sighed. "She never came home, at least not that I could see. Now I'm really worried. Where the hell did she go?" she asked, as much to herself as to Alice.

One by one, the residents of the house awoke from their respective slumbers and made there way out to the living room. All of them carried heavy expressions, wondering where the unofficial leader of their little group had vanished to. Laurie didn't come downstairs, as she didn't think she would be able to stand the stares of the others. She knew that they had to be mad at her. Alice brought her breakfast, but she could barely eat. She was constantly staring out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Heather.

Everyone except Alice spent the entire day looking for Heather and asking if anyone else had seen her. Alice stayed with Laurie.

After a while of awkward silence, Alice had to ask the question, "Why? Why did you do it Laurie?"

Laurie just kept staring out the window while she responded. "I don't know. I knew I should have told her. I was just afraid she'd get mad and not want to come down here. I thought I could just wait it out and that things might go back to normal when we got back. I know she doesn't think much of my dad, but he's really a decent person. I just didn't think she'd understand the position he's in and the position that I was in."

"She deserved an opportunity," Alice responded, trying to keep her voice in check. "I think she's a lot more tolerant than you think." She sighed. "And you should know that! For crying out loud, you're the reason she's become more tolerant."

"I know," Laurie whispered. "But I fucked up. I lied to her, I humiliated her, I insulted her and then I hit her. And now she's not here and there's nothing I can do to stop hurting. I want my Heather back, but I don't know how to do it."

Alice hugged Laurie's head. "This may be something that you can't do anything about. This time, Heather may have to work things out on her own."

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Dinner was a much more somber affair than anyone in the house could remember. No one had been able to find Heather, and the general level of intoxication amongst most other spring-breakers insured that no one else remembered seeing her. Alice had actually called a non-emergency number for the police just to inquire as to their options. Apparently Heather would have to be gone for forty-eight hours before she could be labeled as missing, and even then there wasn't much chance of getting help unless foul play was expected. Alice wanted to call Jane or Michelle or Freddie, but she remembered that they were in Dallas for one of Jane's checkups, so it's unlikely that Heather would have tried to contact them. Liz called her grandfather, but he hadn't received any word from the young woman. She had simply vanished, and it was driving them all insane.

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Heather's head was pounding like a pair of cymbals as she leaned against the glass of a Greyhound bus window. She still wasn't quite clear in her own head how she had gotten there. She remembered leaving the house angrier than she had ever been and just walking. She hadn't known where she was going, as long as it was "away." Eventually and by sheer accident, she had wound up in front of a bus station, and the solution seemed so perfectly clear. She didn't want to spend the rest of her vacation with someone who apparently thought so little of her. So she used some of her meager resources and bought herself a ticket back home. "That's it," she had said to herself. "I'll go home, spend a few days and figure out how to move on without HER!" That sentence had been stuck in her mind for almost twenty-four hours for two reasons. The first was that she had initially had problems even bringing herself to say Laurie's name. The second reason was that the concept of moving on with her life without the blonde girl caused her serious anguish. She had been successfully fighting back tears on and off since the previous night and she had succeeded, though she wound up giving herself an extreme headache in the process. She knew deep down that she should call someone and let them know what was happening, but hadn't had the energy earlier. She fingered a piece of paper that she carried that had everyone's phone number on it. She would make a call at the next stop.

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Liz, along with the entire group except Laurie, was still sitting at the kitchen table when she heard her cell phone ringing. She ran into the bedroom, hoping beyond hope. Alice had gotten the same idea as her girlfriend and had followed Liz. The elder girl picked up the phone but didn't recognize the number that was displayed. She answered it anyway.

"Hello? Hea . . .Heather? Oh thank God," she whispered, placing her hand over her chest as if to calm her rapid heartbeat. "Where the hell are you?" she asked. By this point, Jenny, Mike and Mary had all come into the room, having heard Liz mention their friend's name. "Mobile? Like the gas station or . . . Alabama?!? What the fuck are you doing in Alabama?" Liz went silent as she listened to Heather for a few moments. "No . . . I . . . I just wish you had talked . . . Okay. I won't argue with you. Just take care okay? I'll see you on Saturday. Please take care of yourself," Liz said tiredly as she hung up her phone. Everyone was staring at her, breathlessly awaiting the news.

"Here's the scoop," Liz started. "She's on a bus heading back home. She left last night. She's really mad and needed time away from . . ." Liz glanced up and noticed Laurie standing in the doorway. The blonde girl steeled herself against more tears and ran up the stairs to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Alice pushed her way through the crowd and followed her friend.

Laurie was sobbing again, lying face first on the bed and gripping her pillow. As Alice sat down next to the girl, she noticed something shiny on the bed. It was the locket that Heather had given to Laurie over Christmas; the one that had both their pictures inside. Getting it had made Laurie as happy as Alice had ever seen her. Alice stroked Laurie's hair, trying to find some way of comforting the poor girl.

"I'm sure everything will be alright," she started. "She just needs some time to cool down, that's all."

Laurie sniffed as she finally quelled the tears. "You didn't see her, Alice. You didn't see her face. I hurt her and now she hates me."

"I don't think she hates you," Alice said, albeit a little unsure of that claim. "She's just angry. When we get back on Saturday, you can talk things over with her and . . ."

"Do you think she'd actually want to talk to me?" Laurie asked. "After everything I said to her and did to her?"

"Do you want to give up then?" said Alice a little bitterly, and that bitterness made Laurie cringe. "You spend a year trying to win her, but now she isn't worth fighting for? Do you actually THINK that she isn't good enough anymore?"

"Of course not!" Laurie said. "I mean, I don't think that . . . not . . . not the other part." Laurie sighed. "Maybe I'm not good enough for her," she muttered, picking up the locket and running her fingers over the smooth, cool surface.

"Oh bull-poop," Alice said. "Just answer this one question. Did you actually mean to hurt her?"

"NO! I just didn't know what to do so . . ."

"Stop," said Alice. "If you weren't trying to hurt her, then there's a chance she'll forgive you. But you're going to have to figure out what you're willing to do to hold on to her." Alice realized there was no point staying mad at the blonde beauty. Laurie was probably beating herself up more than anyone else possibly could, and it was another situation where she had made a bad choice, not a malicious one. Admittedly, insulting Heather's background and physically hitting her had probably not helped her case. Of course Heather had apparently said some things that were uncalled for, but Alice was surprised it hadn't gotten worse. She knew Heather's temper. "Listen," Alice said a little more gently, "why don't you take a shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow we can just go lie on the beach. Give Heather some time." Then Alice closed Laurie's hands around the locket, kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

Laurie was alone again. She knew Alice had been right, and she appreciated her friend not railing on her like she could have. But Alice really wasn't the angry type. Heather was. And now Laurie had to find a way of appeasing the fire-breathing singer. She thought back to what Alice had told her. "What am I willing to do?" She looked around for her cell phone. When she had located it, she picked it up and hit one of her speed-dial numbers. 

"Hello honey," came the voice on the other end of the line. "It's a little late, but what can I do for you?"

"Hi Dad," Laurie said, summoning all the strength she could muster. "We need to talk . . ."

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The next day (Friday) . . .

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Things, albeit quietly, made a slow start at returning to normal the next day. It was generally agreed upon that people should go out and try to enjoy their single remaining day in Fort Lauderdale. They all spent time on the beach, including Liz getting involved in a pick-up volleyball game, where Alice got to watch her lover kick some serious ass. They all got invited to a big BBQ bash down the beach complete with large amounts of alcohol, and they all accepted. Even Laurie took her first step outside since Wednesday night, though she showed little interest in going further than the front porch. She just sat on the old porch swing, wearing a conservative outfit, at least it was conservative for Laurie, and let the sun warm her skin. She had mostly recovered from her series of crying fits. Alice was almost annoyed at how good she still looked. If anyone BUT Laurie had cried that much, they would look like a wreck. But Laurie was beautiful no matter what she did.

At one point, Jenny wandered up and had a seat beside Laurie on the swing.

"Hey," Laurie said absently.

Jenny looked like she was trying to think of how to phrase something. Without any warning, she hugged Laurie, patted her back as she did so.

Laurie was confused but strangely comforted. "What was that for?"

"I've been wanting to tell you guys something for like the longest time," Jenny said. "I'm really happy you and Heather and Alice let me be a part of all this."

"A part of what?"

"Everything!" said Jenny excitedly, then blushed a little. "My whole life, I was never part of the 'in' crowd. I can't complain. I mean, I always had like friends and stuff, but never the really good friends. You know, the ones you're still talking to years and decades after you graduate? Those kind of friends. My life was just kind of like . . . well, medium. Then you guys came back from the ranch and you had changed so much. It was like you weren't a group of people anymore. You were like . . . like a power! I could tell that you three were going to turn into something special. When Heather walked into the restaurant that one time and asked for my help . . . well, I realized then that I had like an opportunity to be part of whatever it was y'all were becoming. I got to be part of the group that the other groups were always talking about. I got to be in the band rather than in the audience. After hearing about what happened on the ranch and what you and Heather were always doing . . . after that, Mike and I started having better sex." This caused Jenny to blush outrageously. "The kind that you normally hear OTHER people whispering about. I got to come to spring break instead of just hearing about it. And I know it's like kind of selfish, but I don't want it to be over."




Lost in Texas Ch. 04



Laurie was more than a little humbled by Jenny's speech. She never realized the kind of impact that she and Heather and Alice had made. But thinking about it, their little group had been slowly growing. There were musicians, sorority girls, restaurant employees, and neighbors . . . just a rather odd menagerie of people who had started hanging around. Laurie hugged Jenny back.

"I don't want it to be over yet either," Laurie said before Jenny wandered off, leaving Laurie alone with her thoughts.

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"Ooh," moaned Alice, thrusting her breasts against Liz's hands. The two of them had decided that they wanted at least one more sexual fling before they left the next morning, but they also wanted to talk. So they had decided to bypass their usual dom/sub session for something a little more conventional. For them, conventional meant tying Alice to the bed with silk scarves while completely naked. Liz was straddling her stomach and playing with her soft breasts. Liz had wanted to find out how much teasing and twisting those nipples could take, and the answer at the point was "a lot." Just because Alice wasn't wearing the collar, there was no mistaking who the dominant person was in the girls' sexual relationship. Liz had just pinched those little nubs and pulled them out as far as they could go, watching Alice's face glow with pleasure. 

"You are such a little freak!" Liz said with a laugh before pulling on those nipples again, eliciting another moan. 

"Since when did that bother you?" Alice gasped. The girl's normally somewhat stoic face was smiling and flushed with excitement. 

"I was just making an observation," Liz said, leaning in to kiss the bound woman before playing with her breasts some more. After a minute, her touch became a little gentler, but she never removed her hands from their playthings. "So, should we interfere, or should we let Heather and Laurie work things out for themselves?"

"We might have to say something to Heather to at least get her to talk to Laurie, but past that . . . a little harder . . . oh that feels good . . . past that, it's going to be all in Heather's court. We know how Laurie feels. I think she's really sorry about what happened and I believe she'd do anything to make things better, but it doesn't mean much if Heather's already made up her mind. Like you were saying, she can hold a grudge to the point of obscenity." Alice gasped again as Liz sucked on of the girl's nipples into her mouth and then pinched it lightly with her teeth. When that got a pleasurable reaction, she moved on to the other breast. Alice was straining against the scarves in a vain attempt to force her nipples further into Liz's mouth, but the older girl was too skilled at the art of teasing. She sat up straight and used one hand to play with Alice's breasts while the other hand reached back to play with the girl's vulnerable pussy. "Oh you are so bad to me in such a good way," Alice whimpered as she tried to grind her crotch against Liz's hand.

Liz smiled, but then got serious again. Or at least as serious as she could get while molesting a nubile nineteen-year-old college coed who was willingly tied to a bed. "I'll have a word with her. She and I are a lot alike, and I think I might understand her thought processes better than most." Liz started pumping her fingers faster and tugging on one of Alice's nipples a little harder. Alice arched her back slightly as her breath escaped her body. "Were you planning on telling your friends down on the ranch?"

Alice was seriously trying to squirm under Liz's constant attentions. She also realized that since Liz didn't know Jane, Freddie and Michelle, she was a little threatened by the influence those ladies had on her girlfriend's life, particularly Michelle. "No," Alice groaned as Liz started rubbing Alice's clit with her thumb, "I wasn't going to call them unless things get really ugly. We need to start . . . to start . . . to start relying more on ourselves than on . . . oh, faster please . . . than on them whenever we have a problem."

"Good idea," muttered Liz as she curled her fingers in to stimulate Alice's g-spot while thumbing her clit.

"Don't be so . . . so suspicious. They mean a lot to us and Michelle means a lot to me, but if it weren't for them, I might still be . . . be in the closet," Alice said, sweating profusely and finding coherent speech more difficult to produce, "and I might not be here having a . . . a . . ." Alice's body shook like an earthquake and she pulled against all of her restraints as her body experienced the perfect pleasure. Liz kept pulling on Alice's nipples through the entire climax, making sure her lover associated the two sensations. Finally it ended.

"That was incredible," Alice murmured contentedly. 

"I'm glad you liked it. But we still have hours before we need to get to sleep, and I have other plans for you," Liz whispered and leaned over to kiss Alice's beautiful lips.

"Like what?" Alice asked coyly.

Liz reached over and grabbed one of the candles they had lit before their lovemaking began. Alice's eyes shot open.

"You wouldn't dare!" Alice exclaimed as a small drop of hot wax touched down on her chest.

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That same evening, back at the college . . . 

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Heather swore she would never, EVER get on a Greyhound bus again. She had just spent the better part of two days in the most uncomfortable vehicle she had ever thought could exist. She took a cab back to campus. Her car was still at the airport, but she had left her car keys with the rest of her luggage back in Florida. Luckily she had her dorm keys with her. She had told Liz that she could drive the car home. She had only gotten back twenty-four hours earlier than if she had just waited and flown back with the others, but she couldn't stand to be around Laurie for that long. 

She opened up the door, went inside and immediately opened up one of the boxes she used for moving. She started throwing in it all the stuff she had gotten from Laurie. She quickly ran out of room and had to open another box. That was almost full by the time Heather was done. And Heather realized that she almost literally had nothing left to wear.

"I can go buy some sweats and stuff tomorrow. And maybe some new boxers . . ." Heather stopped in her tracks. She didn't want to dress like that again. She liked being a little sexy. "Maybe I can pick up some jeans at Wally World too." And much to her chagrin, she discovered that she kind of wanted to keep the thongs. "Why not? It's not like anyone else is going to wear my old underwear." She reached into one of the boxes and put her large collection of thongs back into their drawer. Then she put her Ramones shirt back in the closet. Then . . . "Oh what the hell am I doing?" she asked of the non-respondent cardboard boxes. "I'm too tired for this shit right now." Heather took the boxes of the bed and lay down, fully dressed. The emotional turmoil she had been experiencing and the interminable bus trip had taken their toll. The last thing she remembered thinking before drifting off to sleep was, 'Why do I still miss her?'

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Heather woke up far earlier the next morning than she probably should have. It was still dark outside when she opened her eyes, and the mocking glow of her alarm clock proclaimed it to be 4:30 a.m. That was when she realized that she was spooning her pillow. That was when it hit her. Laurie wasn't there, and she wasn't sure if Laurie would ever be there again. Despite everything that Laurie had said and done, Heather realized she missed the girl. And then she almost hated Laurie. Why should Heather feel bad about being lied to and for feeling humiliated? Heather punched a pillow. Then she punched the wall, pounded her fists on the computer desk and then put a hole in the bathroom door. She barely noticed that both her hands were aching and that the knuckles on her right hand were bleeding. This destructive streak lasted for several minutes before her hands were simply not able to take any more punishment. The things she was hitting weren't flesh and bone, so they had no give.

Luckily, the campus had excellent health services that opened at five in the morning and were open over the break. Heather headed down there and a very concerned looking doctor cleaned up her hands, told her nothing appeared to be broken and then asked if she needed to talk to the police or a counselor. Heather just glared and refused. When she left the clinic, she didn't go home. She just started walking. Normally these walks helped clear her head, but it wasn't helping. She came to one realization. It shouldn't be that hard to be angry with Laurie. 

She wandered around the campus area for hours. The place was eerily calm. She found herself wandering places that she and Laurie used to go, and even stopped and stared at the window to Laurie's room at her sorority house. She had so many good memories from inside that room. And from her own room. Heather began to wonder what those memories meant, to her or to Laurie. She couldn't help but feel bile building up in her throat. Had she just been kidding herself for nine months? She remembered sitting in that room and having Laurie ask her if Heather saw the blonde girl as "a summer fling." Had Laurie just been the rich girl who was slumming with the poor and angry daughter of a couple of drunks? Had Laurie's father found that out and told his daughter to upgrade her taste in women or keep it discreet? Had he threatened to cut off the funding she loved so much?

Heather shook her head and headed back towards her room. It couldn't have all been fake, could it? There were too many shy glances, happy smiles and morning snuggles. Laurie had made Heather a better person, so why was she ashamed of her now? Had Victor Frankenstein's monster lost its new-toy smell, causing the good doctor to want to destroy his own creation? Heather stopped and rested her head against a tree. She had to stop doing this. First of all, her analogies were getting pretentious. Second of all, she knew that she was letting theory and innuendo cascade into an avalanche of irrational thought.

As she approached her dorm, she noticed a limousine idling in the parking lot. That was a strange sight. And as she approached her door, there was a man standing there. From behind, she could only tell that he was tall with gray hair, and that he was immaculately dressed. She thrust her bandaged hands into her pockets, despite the pain it caused her. 

"May I help you?" she asked.

The man turned around. He appeared to be in his fifties and was wearing a three-piece suit. What the hell was someone wearing a suit for at seven o'clock in the morning? And why was he knocking at her door? Heather couldn't shake the feeling that he looked familiar to her.

"Are you Ms. Heather Englund?" he asked.

"Yes. Can I help you?"

The man bowed his head. "I suspect you can, but I question whether or not you will." He looked Heather in the eyes. "My name is Michael Loomis. I'm Laurie's father."

Heather would have been less surprised in the Publishers Clearinghouse Sweepstakes crew had been waiting outside her door. And she probably would have been a lot more pleased.

"Your daughter isn't back yet. She's still in Florida. And when she gets back, I SERIOUSLY doubt you'll be finding her here, which should make you quite happy."

"I figured you'd be stubborn. I'm not here to speak to Laurie. Actually, she doesn't know that I'm out here. I came to speak to you and whether you want to listen or not, we have a great deal to speak about." Heather could tell this was a man used to getting his way. He was a lot like his daughter in that respect. "Please," he continued, "I've gone through a great deal of trouble to get here before she returns, and I'd like to be gone before she gets back. All I'm asking for is ten minutes of your time."

Heather looked him over. "Fine. There's a convenience store about fifteen minute's walk from here. You've got until I grab my first cup of coffee."

"So we'll be walking?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"We walk," she responded and headed towards the store. If she was going to endure his presence, it would be under her terms and not his.

He signaled to the limo for the driver to kill the engine and quickly caught up with the angry brunette. "First, can I assume that my daughter has told you about my lack of involvement her growing up?"

"Yeah, but what does . . ."

"It is relevant to the discussion, I assure you. I love my daughter. I never consciously decided to minimize my role in her upbringing. It wasn't until she was a teenager that I realized how little I really knew her. She seemed to be such a happy and well-adjusted child that I decided not to try and over-parent to make up for my lack of involvement earlier. But I did try and take more of an interest. I discovered that there was a delightful young woman who had grown up in my house, but I had never even noticed." He sighed before continuing. "I've only wanted the best for her, but I've tried to respect her very potent will. When she told my wife and me that she was gay, I tried to be supportive despite my own concerns. And no, I am not nor was I ever homophobic. But it is an area of confusion for some young people, and I just wanted for her to be sure. I wanted her to go to an Ivy League school, but she wanted to come here," he said as he pointed his chin in the general direction of the college. "When I wanted her to major in something sensible, she wanted to pursue music. No offense. But I supported her, letting her go where she wanted and do what she wanted. But then there came you." 

"What about me?" Heather asked, curious in spite of herself. 

"About a year and half ago, I noticed when talking to her that she wasn't quite as lively as she had been before. I thought at first that she was having trouble adjusting to college life. I kept asking her if there was anything I could get her that would make her feel better. She kept telling that the one thing she wanted," he said and then, after a pause, "couldn't be bought."

Heather started to blush. She had an idea where this story was going.

"I can see that you have probably guessed what happened next. Sometime last summer, she 'got happy' again. Actually, she was happier than I'd ever seen. Because she'd gotten what she had wanted and hadn't needed my help. I'll give you three guesses what that thing was, and the first two guesses don't count."

"I'm quite familiar with the story at that point," she said a bit acidly. 'Probably more familiar than you'd like to hear about,' she thought smugly. 

"I'm sure you are. Anyway, since then, you're all she talks about. And I'll admit to having been a bit jealous. I'd be talking about important legislation, and she'd start talking about how you sang Pat Benetar at some karaoke bar."

"O'Malley's."

He stopped and looked confused. "Excuse me?"

"O'Malley's. It a restaurant that has a karaoke machine. It's the place where we work."

Suddenly, he looked very confused. "What do you mean by ' we work'? Laurie works there?"

Heather was surprised. She had just assumed Laurie had told him. "Yeah. Since January."

Mr. Loomis looked mildly annoyed as he pulled out his PDA and started writing something down. He glanced up at her. "Sorry. I apparently have to have a discussion with the lady who does my taxes. Soon." He shook his head, but he was still smiling. "That girl is going to be the death of me."

Heather grinned a little bit herself. How many times had she thought that about Laurie?

"Anyway, I realized I couldn't compete with you for her attention. But she still called and came home from time to time, so I didn't think I was really missing out. She was happy, so I was happy. She was becoming more and more . . . well, brazen. It seems that being with you gave her a great deal of confidence. Now, we skip ahead to the recent unpleasantness. The hierarchy in my political party has been looking for a new leader in the Senate, and I'm fortunate enough to have been the primary choice. When I heard that Laurie was going to be going down to Florida for spring break . . ."

"Yes," said Heather bitterly, "I got that part. You didn't want her to embarrass you and I guess that I was what you meant."

"Actually, no. There have been a number of incidents recently where indiscretions on the part of children of political figures have made front-page news. I didn't care that she was going out with a girl. I couldn't hide that forever, even if I wanted to. And I don't. I just told her to be discrete in her behavior. I guess I didn't explain myself that well. I didn't want her getting drunk and doing something illegal or stupid. I didn't want her showing up one of those 'Wet and Wild' videos. And maybe I didn't want her wearing the smallest possible swimsuit she could find, and don't tell me that you would have discouraged her. Maybe I'm being a little paranoid, but I was young once too. I know what young people do in that kind of environment. I never asked her to do the things she did. She was trying to help me out and she got carried away. I had no idea what was going on until the night after you left."

Heather stopped. So everything had been a misunderstanding? Had it been entirely Laurie's idea to shut Heather out? Had it been Laurie's idea to lie? She felt her shoulders start to shake and she struggled to keep back the tears. It would have been so much easier if she could have just hated Laurie's father. But the idea of hating Laurie still felt like a knife in the gut. 

Mr. Loomis realized that there was something wrong with Heather. Her eyes had closed and her lips were trembling. "Listen, you don't have to believe me if you don't want, but I'm willing to bet everything that Laurie did what she did because she thought that's what I wanted, but without specific instructions, things got out of control." He stood in front of and caught her gaze. "She thinks the world of you. She knows now that she made a mistake. She called me the night after you left. She told me that she wasn't willing to give you up just for my career and that if I really loved her, I would accept that. Obviously I was confused since I never asked her to give you up. We talked a long time. Once I got it through to her that I had never wanted her to 'not have fun' over spring break, much less to give up something she had fought so hard for . . . well, she cried for a bit. Then she said that regardless of what I'd meant, I'd have to trust her to know the difference between having fun and being stupid. She told me that she'd been stupid often enough that she had learned the difference."

Even though she was mad at the girl, Heather's instinct was to chastise Laurie for that comment. Laurie wasn't stupid. She was just . . . confused. A lot.

The two of them had reached the convenience store and gone inside. Heather pulled her hands out of her pockets to pour a cup of coffee.

"What happened to your hands?" he asked. 

She suddenly felt very self-conscious, and her hand was trembling so much that she had to put the coffeepot down. Mr. Loomis grabbed it and poured them both a cup. 

"What do you take in yours?" he asked, his voice gentle. 

She steadied her hand and took a cup and sipped it. "I like it black." 

"You must have a stomach of iron," he joked, still staring at her hands. Then his face grew serious. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that she'd been hitting something. "I have one question for you. She told me she hit you. I also know from previous conversations with Laurie that you have a temper. From a purely rational standpoint, you would have been perfectly in your rights to hit her back. So why didn't you?"




Lost in Texas Ch. 05



The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.

It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one. 

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"Alice! Alice come out of the bathroom sweetie!" Heather was at a loss for how to get the young woman to come out. Laurie started knocking on the door as well.

"It's only going to be for a couple of days. You're a big girl. You can handle this!" The blonde girl shrugged. Alice was being stubborn.

Finally they heard a dim voice penetrating the hole that Heather's fist had made in the bathroom door. "No, I can't handle this. It's too much," she whimpered.

Heather spoke directly through the hole in the door. "Alice honey, you've lived through outing yourself and you've survived being tied up and paraded around like a cocker spaniel by Liz. This should be a piece of cake."

"Maybe, but those things happened one at a time," Alice said, opening the door. The poor, brown-haired ex-wallflower looked terrified. She had just received a phone call that had taken what she had anticipated to be an ordinary, run-of-the-mill apocalypse and made it much, much more confusing. 

Shortly after final-exams were over, the band was going to be auditioning for one of a limited number of spots in the KLEZ Battle of the Bands contest. The winner of that contest got a five-song set opening for the Eagles that August. This was a big deal for the girls to begin with, but Alice was the one writing all their material. She was terrified. Liz had promised to be there to support her girlfriend at the contest itself. This was a good thing. Then they had gotten a call from Jane, informing the girls that she, Freddie and Michelle were going to be making the trek to support their young friends. From the moment Alice and Liz had started their relationship, Liz and Michelle seemed to have developed some animosity towards each other. Even though they had never met or even spoken to each other directly. Michelle didn't trust Liz's motives for "drawin' Alice" into a dom/sub relationship and Liz didn't like Alice being so influenced by "an old flame." And for the first time, the two very dangerous women were going to be within arms-length of each other. That had been the bad part. 

The worse part was Alice's father calling and saying that he would be there for his daughter's "big debut." Her fairly religious father had been wrestling with the concept that one of his children was gay and much to his credit, he had handled things well. He still loved his daughter. But he was unknowingly stumbling into a hornet's nest. And Alice was faced with her father showing up and getting caught between the cowgirl that took his daughter's virginity and the biker/graduate student who tied her up to the bed and spanked her to orgasm. Those sorts of things might be a little harder for him to deal with. Somehow, she had to keep everything under control. "I am so . . . in trouble," she whimpered as Laurie and Heather sat her down on the bed. "I mean my dad . . . Michelle and Liz want to kill each other . . . ooh! Why is everyone being so difficult?"

Heather was hiding her smile behind her hand. Alice was the shyest, quietest member of the group, so being the absolute center of controversy was a bit overwhelming. But Heather and Laurie had already had their turn in the spotlight. It was someone else's turn.

"Poor baby," Laurie cooed, sitting behind her friend and rubbing her shoulders. Alice started to relax. Laurie's massages had that effect on living organisms. "I'm sure it'll all work out." Laurie scrunched up her eyes and pursed her lips. "Maybe you should take them on a picnic!" she said, with an expression that made it seem like she had just had the most brilliant idea ever. "Take your dad, Liz and Michelle out somewhere public where Liz and Michelle have to behave since you know neither of them will embarrass you in public and . . ." Laurie had to stop when Heather started chortling. "What? Not a good idea?" Heather laughed and kissed the blonde girl on the lips. 

Watching those two actually made Alice feel better. Since their whirlwind breakup and reunion following their spring break quarrel, the two had slowly reverted to, and perhaps surpassed, their previous level of cute couple-ness. If they could survive their trials and tribulations, maybe Alice could as well.

"Well, we have YOUR birthday to celebrate in the meantime," said Laurie. "And you still need to decide what you want to do."

Alice sighed. She was the last of the crew to hit the twenty-year mark, and Laurie wanted to make a big deal of it. Liz wanted to make a big deal of it. Alice just wanted to crawl into a dark place and wake up in August. 

"And no," Laurie continued, "we won't just 'skip it.' So what do you want to do?"

Heather sat down next to her girlfriend and kissed her again, trying not to disturb the movement of the girl's hands on Alice's shoulders. "You might as well give in. You know how she is about birthdays."

Alice sighed again. She was racking her brain for something fun but not too ostentatious. Alice would have been happy with a group dinner-and-a-movie outing, but Laurie wasn't going to be happy unless it was something she could over-plan or was novel somehow.

"How about the carnival?" Heather suggested. Laurie perked up. Alice looked quizzical. "There's one of those traveling carnivals setting up on the corner of 4th and Lexington. That might be kind of fun."

Alice smiled. It had been a long time since she had been to anything like that. She distantly remembered going to the county fair when she was younger. But as she grew older, she and most of the other kids decided they were too "grown up" for stuff like that. It might be nice to not be a grown up for a while. "Yeah," she said. "That sounds nice."

"Cool!" was Laurie's response. "And . . . ooh! We could have a contest to see who can win the coolest prize for Alice! And . . ." And like a shot, Laurie's mind and mouth were moving as one. Alice smiled shyly at Heather. It was a good idea. 

"C'mon folks," Heather said while standing up. "We've got band practice in a bit." She pulled Laurie to her feet and the two girls exchanged a quick kiss and rubbed noses. It was strange for Alice. Even though Heather had gotten noticeably friendlier in general over the last year, she was like an entirely different person around the blonde girl. That got her thinking about her own girlfriend. Then she thought about the upcoming chaos. Finally she put her head back in her hands and groaned.

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"I can't believe this," said Alice as she stormed out of Liz's bedroom. "I thought we'd cleared this up! Michelle will be up for Battle of the Bands. She IS coming with Jane and Freddie! And NO, I won't un-invite her! Why are you being so pigheaded about this?"

Alice and Liz had been at it like that since the moment the younger girl had walked into Liz's apartment. The greetings had been friendly, but then Alice started talking about the material they were working on for their set and how she hoped "everyone" would like it. Liz jumped on that "everyone" with the firm belief that Alice was talking about Michelle, and the argument had started. After a while, Liz had actually asked Alice to ask the muscular cowgirl not to show up. The young girl had naturally refused. Liz's jealousy towards Michelle boggled the mind. Alice had been tempted to point out that she had been sexually involved with Jane and Freddie as well, so why not "ban" them all. But she decided she was too tired to fight. She was actually grabbing her stuff and preparing to leave when Liz started to calm down.

"Please, don't go," the tall girl said with scarcely concealed forced-calm. "Let's just drop it," she said, putting one hand on Alice's shoulder. "We can talk about this tomorrow."

"There's nothing to talk about," Alice returned. "She is going to be there. And you're going to be there and my dad is going to be there. And if you actually care for me at all, you'll try and make this easier for me instead of harder." She felt Liz's hand twitch. She had struck a nerve, but her girlfriend recovered quickly.

"Let's just watch Leno and go to bed. Okay?" 

Alice sighed but tried to smile. "Sure," she said. They sat on opposite ends of the sofa, watching television and not speaking to each other. Then they went to bed. When Alice had first come over, she had sort of been hoping for a little bit of bondage fun, but the two of them had agreed that they would never engage in their dom/sub relationship if one of them was angry. There was some strained small talk, but that ended quickly as they lay under the covers, facing opposite directions. Alice thought back to how Heather and Laurie looked earlier that day. Despite almost breaking up not long ago, the two had rebounded and were a stronger couple than ever. And they looked like what a couple was supposed to look like. 'Not like this,' she thought as she was drifting off to sleep. 'They don't look like this.'

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Alice's birthday . . .

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Alice had forgotten how messy cotton candy could be. Liz constantly had to wipe it from the girl's face, causing the young woman to blush a bit and hide her face against her girlfriend's chest. Things had gotten better in the last week between them. Liz had reluctantly acknowledged that Michelle was going to be there for the show, and then neither of them brought it up again. Alice realized that it wasn't the best way to handle a conflict, but at least it allowed them to have fun on her birthday. Mary was off with her third boyfriend of the year, a lug named Bruce, trying to win Alice a stuffed animal at the ring toss. Jenny was playing the game where you try and loop a bottle with a ring on a string and pick it up, and she hoping to get a Frankenstein's Monster figurine. Heather and Laurie had disappeared up onto the Ferris Wheel where they were probably making out. Liz had just played the "strong man" game where you hit the lever with a big hammer and tried to make the bell at the top ring. The tall girl had won Alice a tee-shirt with a caption that read "You've been a bad girl. Go to my room!" That made Alice smile and brought some genuine joy to her heart.

The whole gang got together to ride the small roller coaster that the carnival had brought with them. Laurie was terrified of the things, which pleased Heather to no end. When Laurie got scared, she got clingy. When the blonde girl got clingy, Heather got lucky later in the evening, so it all worked out. Indeed, when the ride was over, Laurie's arms were wrapped so tightly around Heather's neck that it surprised any of them that the dark-haired singer could still breathe. But the large number of kisses she was receiving seemed to more than make up for any discomfort. As the kisses slowed and started getting longer, the rest of team realized that they should probably get going before the two girls started having sex right there in front of everyone. Apparently, Laurie had won the discussion with her father about what was and was not appropriate behavior regarding public displays of affection.

Everyone gave Alice the prizes they had won for her over the last few hours, wished the delighted young woman a happy birthday and headed for home. Mary took her boyfriend off for a quickie in the backseat of her car, and Heather took Laurie and Jenny out for a late-night coffee run, while Liz took Alice back to the apartment. She had plans for her girlfriend, who was almost bristling with anticipation.

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Back at Liz's place . . . 

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Liz and Alice were sucking some serious face as they scrambled to get the door to the apartment open. The two of them hadn't been intimate in over a week. While they might not have been as sexually active as Laurie and Heather were, a week was still too long and they were looking to make up for lost time. When they got in, there were several large, unlit candles scattered about and there was a large white sheet on the ground. Alice was worried that her girlfriend was going to want to try using candle wax again, despite the discomfort it had caused the last time. But she didn't need to worry. Liz had other plans. She brushed Alice's hair to the side and started nibbling on her neck. Alice closed her eyes and enjoyed the contact. Then she felt something slip around her neck, and she knew Liz was securing the collar.

"Strip, then get on all fours," Liz whispered intensely from behind her. "You're going to be my Bitch . . . my little doggie tonight. In EVERY sense of the word." Alice instantly obeyed, but wondered what Liz was up to. Liz went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Then, from beyond the door, "And I expect you to be in show position in the middle of the floor by the time I get out there."

Alice did as commanded. She was on all fours on top of the sheet that Liz had laid out when Liz came out, wearing nothing but the shirt that she had won for Alice. She was carrying a number of common toys, as well as a couple of tubes of unknown origin. 

"Good Bitch. It's nice to know you haven' forgotten how to behave." She took a moment to wander around and light the candles, never taking her eyes off her lover. "Tonight, we strip away a little more of your 'humanity.' Let's start by giving you a tail," Liz said with a grin. She held up a small black butt plug with a small bit up plastic with a slight curve to it for a handle. It looked just like a dog's tail. Liz lubed up the business end and slowly inserted the plug into Alice's rectum. Alice was becoming increasing excited. This was kinky, even for them! Since the plug wasn't particularly thick, it went in with only a small amount of discomfort. Then Liz went and grabbed the two tubes Alice had seen her carrying, and she used one of them to squeeze some white substance into her hand. Then Liz sat cross-legged in front of Alice and started applying the substance to her face. It was body paint. "We're going to make my little Bitch all nice and pretty." It took almost twenty minutes to complete the application process, but Alice didn't mind at all. Liz's touch seemed especially gentle that evening. She spent longer on Alice's breasts than seemed necessary. The same could be said for Alice's ass and around her crotch. Once the young submissive's body was completely covered in a white base, Liz took the other tube and squeezed out some black, placing dots of different sizes all over Alice's body. She even put some on Alice's nose and around her eyes. Finally, she stood back and surveyed her work. And she looked pleased. 

"What a fine looking Bitch you are! I think being a Dalmatian suits you." She wandered into the bedroom and came out with a digital camera. "Straighten up! I need a picture for posterity's sake." She snapped off several pictures. Alice was wondering how water-resistant this stuff was, since her pussy was already hot and moist. Liz put the camera down, then sat herself on the couch. She very leisurely began playing with herself as her 'doggie' watched on. Alice started to whine. She needed to get fucked or to tongue something, because she was hot to trot, so to speak. "Don't be like that Bitch. I'm just enjoying . . ." she started as she drove her fingers into her own pussy, ". . . the view!" 

Having Liz touching herself just a few feet away and being unable to participate was maddening to Alice. But that's probably what Liz wanted. Alice just stayed there, feeling the paint dry. And she was actually beginning to drool a bit. After a few minutes, Liz figured she had tortured her young puppy long enough. 

"Here girl!" she said at last. "C'mere and show your Mistress what that little doggie-tongue of yours is good for." Liz spread her legs wide as Alice crawled between them and immediately began running her tongue up and down Liz's slit. "Lap it like a proper dog should," Liz grunted, and Alice spread her tongue wide and started going from bottom to top over and over again. Alice knew this drill fairly well. She would have to get Liz off once like this, and then her Mistress might let her do it again, except a little more free-style. Not that she minded that much. She loved the feeling of that pretty sex-box parting before her little pink tongue and the feeling of Liz's nether lips against the lips of Alice's mouth. Alice licked and licked and then licked some more until she finally got Liz off. Alice saw her Mistress's body twitch and felt the warm girl-cum seeping out of her box and onto Alice's waiting tongue. Alice never got tired of the taste. It meant that she had been a good girl to her owner.

"Sweet Bitch! You know, just because it's your birthday, I'm not going to make you work for your treat tonight. Middle of the room, show position," she commanded. Liz put on her harness and strap-on then knelt behind the waiting Alice. "Now you know the rules. What do you say?"

Alice glanced back over her shoulder with a lustful expression. "Thank you for letting me lick your pussy and helping you to cum. Please fuck me!" 

Before starting, Liz reached down and attached a leash to Alice's collar. Then she grabbed a firm hold of the other end of the leash and wrapped it around her hand until it was taut. She positioned the head of the dildo at Alice's opening and, using only the leash for leverage, thrust inside. The pleasure centers in Alice's brain went into overdrive. With the dog-tail butt plug in place, the eight inches of latex dong in her pussy seemed much bigger than usual. She actually whimpered a little as Liz pumped away at her cunt. Liz even played with that tail a bit, pulling on it just enough for Alice to feel it but not hard enough to pull it out. Alice was feeling delightfully stretched in both her lower openings, and made herself a mental note to do something nice for her Mistress the next time she got the chance.

"You're such a naughty, slutty little Bitch, aren't you?" Liz asked pulling a bit on the leash. "You're almost always in heat, aren't you? Well, we're going have to take a little bit of vinegar out of you. I think I'm going to have to fuck you until you can't move anymore. I don't want you humping my leg or the furniture anymore." 

Alice grinned. 'I only did that once,' she thought to herself, 'and she's never going to let me forget it.' Alice didn't have much time to ponder the idea as she felt an orgasm building. "Mistress, may I cum? Please let me cum on your big cock!"

"Well, when you ask so nicely . . ." Liz cooed. She upped her tempo while increasing her handling of the butt plug. It wasn't long before Alice's body froze, her back arched and she felt her juices trickling down her legs. She was gasping when her body finally came down from its sexual high.

"Thank you for letting me cum," she whispered, trying with all her might to NOT collapse onto the floor. 

"You're welcome. But if you think that's it for the evening, you are SADLY mistaken. Stiffen up those front legs," she ordered. "Show position."

Alice struggled to maintain her posture as Liz laid into her again, thrusting the dildo into Alice's warm and willing body over and over again. Liz fucked her Bitch to another orgasm, and then another. Alice was lucky her brain still worked enough to thank her Mistress for each climax. But after the third set of pussy spasms, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her arms straight anymore.




Lost in Texas Ch. 05



"Mistress," she panted, "I'm sorry . . . I can't . . ."

"Shh," Liz whispered. It's okay. I just have one more task for you. Sit!"

Sitting back on her heels let Alice recuperate for a moment. Then she felt her hands being cuffed behind her. 'I'm so tired,' she thought to herself. Liz had been fucking her for close to an hour. Then something strange happened. She looked down and saw Liz hooking the harness up to Alice's body. Then Liz lay down in front of Alice's kneeling form and scooted forward until the tip of the dildo was positioned at the entrance of Liz's pussy. 

"Your final present," started Liz, "is that you get to be a boy-dog tonight." She used the leash to pull Alice down to her and allowed the strap-on to slide into her body. With her hands bound behind her, Alice was unable to do anything but lie on her girlfriend and hump with her hips.

Alice was a little taken aback. In all the time she and Liz had been together, Alice had NEVER entered Liz like this. Normally, the person with the dildo was the dominant one. They were the one "taking" the other. This wasn't what Alice was used to, as she "belonged" to Liz. The collar was still on.

"It's time to please your Mistress," Liz said as Alice lay on top of her. Liz wrapped the leash a few more times around her fist, holding Alice's face close to her own. "Hump with your hips like a good dog," she whispered into Alice's ear. Alice started grinding her hips in small circles before making a series of short thrusts with her hips. It was comforting to hear Liz's words; it meant that Liz was still in control. Alice was just a sexual tool. But something in Liz's face let the younger know how much her lover cared. Alice was allowed to rest her head on Liz's chest as she thrust with her hips. She knew that her body paint was rubbing off onto Liz, but she was past caring. All she wanted was to please her lover. And it took a while, but she was able to bring Liz to another orgasm. She wished she could have done it with her tongue. She knew how much Liz like her skills at cunnilingus, but this is what Liz had wanted. But out of the blue, Alice was glad that this had happened. She was lying on her lover, feeling her body tremble and twitch beneath her. It was as if she was experiencing the ecstasy right along with her girlfriend . . . her lover . . . her Mistress. 

She felt Liz playing with her hair. "Thank you for letting me fuck you," she whispered. Then she felt Liz unbuckling the collar, and then the pressure around her neck was gone. Liz grabbed her head and kissed her on the lips.

"Thank you . . ." she said before a long, wet kiss, ". . . for being with me."

Alice's face broke out into a perfect, beautiful and silly grin. She was sweaty, tired and had a slight glaze across her eyes, but she was happy. Because she was in love. She was tied up and covered in paint that made her look like a dog, but she had loved every moment of what had just happened. 

"You're welcome," she whispered. The two girls stared into each other's eyes for a moment before breaking out laughing. Liz kissed Alice again before squeezing out, uncuffing her and helping the exhausted young woman to the shower. The two cleaned each other up before curling up in bed. Liz wrapped her arm around Alice's body and cuddled up in a spoon position. How many times had Alice woken up and seen Heather spooning Laurie in exactly this manner. 'This is what it's supposed to look like,' she thought. 'This is perfect.'

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Across town, at an all-night diner . . .

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Since leaving the carnival, Laurie, Heather and Jenny had been sitting in a corner booth of a hole-in-the-wall diner, eating and laughing and talking shop. The whole band had been discussing which two songs they wanted to play if they passed their audition to get into Battle of the Bands. So far, "The Itch" and "Lost in Texas" were the front-runners in the voting. 

All evening, Heather and Laurie had been hanging on each other, kissing and nuzzling. Heather glanced over at one point and saw Jenny watching them intently. When Jenny realized she had been caught staring, she blushed and glanced away.

"What's up?" Heather said. Laurie looked confused. Heather kissed her quickly, making her smile. "Not you, silly girl. I was talking to Jenny." Both girls turned to look at their friend.

"Sorry. You two look so TOTALLY awesome together!"

"Well," Laurie said as she snuggled into the crook of Heather's arm, "you and Mike are pretty awesome too."

Jenny just smiled, but a blind man could have seen that the smile was forced. Suddenly, both of the other two girls were on alert. Surviving a major threat to their relationship had made them very sensitive to signs of discontent.

"I hate repeating myself," started Heather, "but what's up? Everything good between you and your man-servant?" That got Jenny to chuckle. 'Man-servant' was Heather's affectionate pet name for the only male who was a full time member of their crew.

"Things are . . . fine."

"Spoken with the enthusiasm of the last person at the table who gets stuck with the check. C'mon. Spill it."

Jenny sighed. "I overheard Mike talking with his best friend the other day. He'd left the window open and I heard him as I was coming up the walk. He's . . ."

"He's dumping you?!?" said Laurie as she leaned forward and her eyes shot open. "How . . ."

"Actually, I think he's going to ask me to marry him."

Laurie looked completely perplexed. Heather had an idea what the problem might be, but wanted to give Jenny a chance to speak.

"And . . . I don't know if I want to say yes." She blushed. Everyone was really fond of Mike, so she was afraid that her refusal might alienate her from the group.

"But . . ." Laurie was confused. "Don't you love him? You guys always seem so happy together."

"I do love him. I . . . I'm just not sure if I love him enough to want to marry him. And I'm sure I don't want to commit to that right now. I mean, we're like still in school. And with the band getting going and everything . . ."

"Jenny, don't let the band get in the way of your life," Heather said cautiously.

"What if I want the band to BE my life? Mike doesn't deserve to be like a second fiddle."

"Don't you mean 'second wheel?'" Laurie asked.

Heather kissed her on the nose. "No, she was right. It's 'second fiddle.' You're thinking of 'fifth wheel.'"

"Is there a 'fourth something-or-other' in there?"

"Not that I'm aware of." Heather turned back to Jenny. "Listen, you're putting the cart in front of the horse here," she said. Then she turned back to Laurie. "Just trust me," she said just as Laurie started to open her mouth. "That was the correct turn-of-phrase." Back to Jenny. "First, are you sure he's planning on asking soon?" Jenny shook her head. "And are you sure that you're not ready to get married?" Jenny nodded. "Then calm down. Don't go creating problems for yourself. He may want to wait a while before he does it and if you still feel this way, you know what your answer would have to be. I think Mike deserves the truth."

"I know. I just don't want to hurt him or anything. Hell, I'm not even sure that he ISN'T the guy for me. It's just . . . my mom and dad were high-school sweethearts. Both my sisters married the first people they ever slept with. One of them is still married. And now I talk to them, and they're like so . . . Laurie, remember when I talk to you on the beach after . . ." Jenny looked embarrassed. 

"It's okay," Heather said, holding Laurie close. "We made peace with each other about what happened." Laurie snuggled a little closer.

"Sorry. After your fight, I told you that my life was like . . ."

"Medium," finished Laurie. "Yeah, I remember."

"I didn't want to be like the rest of my family. I want to the one person in my family who lives a little before they settle down. These are like the days were supposed to be talking about for the rest of our lives. I want to get wild and experiment and . . ." Suddenly, Jennifer shut down. Her face had turned a bright crimson. 

Heather narrowed her eyes and stared at the young woman. "Jennifer . . . What do you mean by 'experiment?' I assume you aren't just talking about drinking, partying and playing in a rock'n'roll band, are you?" She let out a sharp laugh as Jenny gently shook her head. "What the heck is going on with this group? Ever since the ranch, there seems to be this weird trickle-down effect going on!"

Laurie just stared at Heather confusedly.

Heather looked back. "I think what Jenny is saying, or isn't saying, is that she might be interested in participating in some forbidden love."

Laurie stared at her. "Anal?"

Jenny spewed the water she was drinking out her nose.

Heather tried not to laugh. She failed. "No."

"Oral? I thought they did that . . . Oh!" The lights finally turned on in Laurie's head. She looked over at Jenny with wide eyes. "Oh!"

"And now that Laurie is all caught up," Heather said. "Jenny . . . Damn, I don't even know where to start. Are you sure? I mean, are you saying that you might be bisexual or . . . Wait, when I asked you if you were gay that one night at O'Malleys, you said 'No.' Did you just change your mind or . . . "

"I don't know if this counts," Jenny started to explain. "I mean, I can't see myself living the rest of my life with a woman. But I've always been just as fascinated by women's bodies as men's . . ."

"That's not that unusual," interrupted Heather.

"How about . . . well, masturbating while thinking about having sex with a woman?"

"That's a bit more unusual."

"How about enjoying lesbian porn?"

"Okay, I think I get the point," Heather said as she rested her eyes. 'Some gays are able to detect other homosexuals with their gay-dar,' she thought. 'I have a lesbian gravitational field.'

"I still see myself marrying a guy and settling down with a guy and having kids with . . ."

"A guy?" Laurie said, happy to finally get involved in the discussion, and looking for all the world like she had just solved the most complicated riddle in the world.

"Good girl!" Heather said. Laurie stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend. Heather continued, "So, did you have anyone particular in mind for . . ."

"No! Sorry, I wasn't implying that I want to have sex with you. Or Laurie. Not that there's anything wrong with . . . Shit!" Jenny paused to collect her thoughts.

Heather was snickering. Jenny was sounding just like Laurie.

Jenny seemed to have composed herself. "I wasn't really planning it. I'm not sure I'd even ever go through with it. I just . . . I just want to . . ."

"You want to have that option open without losing what you already have." Heather sighed. "Jenny, you can't always have your cake and eat it too. Have you told Mike about this? I mean, there are a lot of guys who would love to be involved in a threesome like that, or might like to watch their girlfriend with another woman. Again, being honest with him might make all the difference. And the sooner you do it, the better it will be. Right now, all he's doing is thinking about it. Would you rather wait until he's actually bought a ring?" She paused, letting that sink into Jenny's head. "Are there any other things you want to do that we should know about?"

Jenny blushed. "I'd like to go on a real road trip. You know, a really long one to someplace really cool. And maybe try and tackle one of those steaks that you get for free if you eat it all. And . . ."

Heather just tuned out for a moment. 'What the hell does this all mean? Please God, let Mary still be straight!' she thought.

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Late in the month of May . . .

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The tension in the air was as thick as pea soup. Almost a week earlier, the band had auditioned to be in the Battle of the Bands contest. After the catcalls and whistles for the all-girl band had died down, the five young women had played their hearts out. Both their songs "Lost in Texas" and "The Itch" were upbeat rock'n'roll songs that got great crowd reactions, and the band known as Lost in Texas had earned their spot. In just a few days, they would be competing for an opportunity to open for one of the greatest rock bands in history, the Eagles, when that group's tour came through the area. One day, twenty bands, five songs apiece . . . just a few days until the chance of a lifetime.

All the girls that worked at O'Malley's had given their two weeks notice at the end of the previous month. All of them had jobs waiting down on the ranch after the contest, and if providence provided, they would be heading back early to hit the local music circuit in preparation for their date with destiny. They liked the restaurant where they had worked, so they had stayed on until their manager had found replacements for them. He had once had dreams of being a rock star himself, so he wished them luck with a full heart. 

But as if the anticipation of the contest wasn't enough, today was the day that the first wave of their friends arrived in town. Jane, Freddie and Michelle had checked into their hotel and were headed over to the restaurant to meet the entire band. Alice's father, Laurie's father, Jenny's parents and Mary's mom were all arriving the next day. But the scary part was that Michelle and Liz were about to be in arm's length of each other for the first time. Both women had promised Alice that they wouldn't start a fight or anything, which was a relief. Heather was the only other girl there who knew how to fight, and she knew she didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of breaking those two bulls up if they decided to scrap.

When the three women from the ranch showed up, there was a tense moment when Liz and Michelle locked eyes. They had never met or even spoken directly, but they knew who the other was somehow. Alice kept a tight grip on Liz's hand while Jane and Freddie flanked the muscular cowgirl. As long as they stayed between her and her adversary, then nothing would happen. Even when angry, nothing would make Michelle hurt either of her two lovers. 

The group finally sat down and started enjoying their meal. Neither Liz nor Michelle spoke, but everyone else was determined to have a good time. Jenny just stared at Jane for five minutes before the matriarch of the clan told her to take a picture because it would last longer. Jenny had blushed. She had heard so much about this woman, but none of the descriptions of her did the woman justice. Once Jenny got talking, she almost couldn't shut up. Jane listened with infinite patience to the young woman jabber about anything. She was used to that. Heather just stared at the two, smiling a bit. Jenny and Mike had discussed Jenny's discovery of her boyfriend's matrimonial plans and of her own reservations. Bless his heart, Mike had actually been more than understanding, and was quite appreciative that she been so forthcoming. Their relationship actually seemed even more solid than before. Jenny had learned from Laurie's mistake. She knew what happened when you kept secrets from someone you cared about. That made Heather glance over at her own girlfriend, who was chatting amiably away with Mary about the prospect of matching outfits for the contest. Laurie was in favor of the idea, while Mary was making that "gagging" face that indicated she wasn't at all pleased with the idea. Heather was pretty sure Laurie was going to lose this argument. Laurie seemed to realize she was being watched, and turned her face to give Heather a kiss and a smile. Alice was talking with Freddie about the new puppies they had gotten down on the ranch: two mutts and two purebred Rottweillers. Alice loved dogs and couldn't wait to see them. Michelle and Liz just kept staring at each other.

They had been chatting for half-an-hour before anyone came by to get their food orders. None of them minded, since they were interested in conversing as much as anything else. But as the waitress asked Liz what she wanted, the tall girl asked for a burger, then looked past Heather to someone standing behind her.

"Did you want anything Grandpa?" she asked with a grin.

Heather heard a familiar voice from behind her. "A burger sounds good for me too."

Heather jumped up and spun around. "Mr. Price?" The dark-haired siren bowled her own girlfriend out of the way in order to get to her longtime mentor and give him a big hug. "I didn't know you were coming!" Then she glanced shrewdly at Liz. "Which was probably the point."

Liz shrugged, still grinning.

"You didn't think I would miss my most talented pupil's long overdue debut, did you?" Heather just hugged the gray-haired old man again. 

"I'm glad you made it," she whispered. Mr. Price had been the closest thing she had to real family in the years before she had become part of this new, somewhat odd family down on the ranch almost a year ago. The group cleared a seat for the aged gentleman next to his granddaughter, and the conversations began all over again. Mr. Price grilled his protégé about her training and music, which Heather was delighted to talk about. If it hadn't been for Mr. Price taking a chance by training a young teenager born to a couple of alcoholics with no money, none of them would be sitting there that day. Even Liz and Michelle loosened up a bit and talked with the people around them, though they shot glances at one another quite often. Alice wasn't happy about it, but there wasn't much she could do about it right then and there. Besides, she had one other thing she had to do that night.

Everyone had finished their meals and deserts, and Jane had sneakily picked up the check when no one else was paying attention. Liz motioned towards Heather with her head, and Alice reached under the table to grab the package she had been hiding. Heather was confused as Alice wandered around the table and put a nicely wrapped box on the table in front of her.

"What . . ."

"Just open it." Heather started to unwrap the gift as Alice continued. "I had to get your measurements from Laurie to do the alterations, but luckily she has them memorized. I know it's not your normal style, but . . ."

Heather had finished unwrapping and had opened the box. It was a little more risqué than the last time she had seen it after Alice had taken up the hem a bit and put slits in the sides, but for Heather there was no mistaking the garment. It was that blue dress Mr. Price had initially made for her when she had entered her high school talent show. Everyone was staring at her as she pulled the dress out of the box and unfolded it, running her hands over the fabric. Heather's face was somewhat difficult to read, almost as if she were in shock. 

"I . . . I had Mr. Price send it to Elizabeth and I've been working on it for a month . . . trying to get it to fit." Alice was a little perplexed. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but this wasn't it. Heather seemed to be focused on a patch of blue just below the bust-line. 'Was that where the egg hit her?' Alice wondered. 'I wondered how long she scrubbed at that spot, trying to get the dress clean. That dress was the only nice thing anyone ever gave her. Then some jock-asshole had to go and embarrass her in front of the entire school.'

Without warning, Heather stood and, with dress in hand, gave Alice a hug that took the young girl's breath away. And Heather was doing something that Alice had NEVER seen her do before. Heather was actually crying. Even when she had argued with Laurie or been reminded of ugly things from her past or had her world-view shaken, the dark-haired girl had kept the tears in check. Now, presented with this simple blue dress, the unshakeable girl was actually crying. 




Lost in Texas Ch. 05



Alice wrapped her arms around her friend. She thought that maybe . . . just maybe . . . that she understood. Everyone in the band had been thinking about the upcoming contest as an opportunity. Heather had just been reminded that to her, it was about something more. For Heather, it was all about redemption. It was about proving to a bunch of needlessly cruel high-school kids from five years earlier that they hadn't beaten Heather. Heather was going to go on stage in just a few days and get a measure of revenge for a poor and humiliated fifteen-year-old girl.

Laurie stood up and went to hug her girlfriend who was trying desperately to compose herself. Then Jenny and Mary got up and joined in, followed by just about everyone else. Even Liz and Michelle got in on the action, though they took great care not to actually touch each other. Then Alice heard a very light whisper in her ear.

"Thank you," Heather said softly. All Alice could do in response is hold her friend even tighter.

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A little while later . . .

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Everyone was in the process of saying their goodnights before going back to their respective places of rest. Heather had composed herself and stopped crying and looked as genuinely happy as anyone could ever remember seeing her. Laurie had been holding her hand since the group hug had broken up. She had seen a sensitive side to her beautiful girlfriend, and she found herself even more drawn to the girl. She could hardly wait to get Heather home. She wrapped her arms are her lover's neck and pressed her lips against Heather's. Then she felt Heather's hands gripping her ass. "Hey naughty girl," she giggled, "save it for when we get back to the dorm." They actually broke it up when Mr. Price came over to give his protégé a hug. Making out in front of a man in his sixties would have been a little creepy.

Jane and Freddie were chatting with Mary and Jenny. Freddie was spending an inordinate amount of time checking out Jenny's nicely rounded posterior. The three women from the ranch had been somewhat more hesitant to stray away from their bedmates since Jane's surgery, but Laurie and Heather had both figured that the women had probably decided on the moderation rather than elimination of "extracurricular activities." And with Freddie being an ass-fan, was naturally attracted to Jenny's lush butt. Jenny was flattered by the attention, and had to remind herself that she couldn't do anything unless Mike approved.

Liz was standing nearby as Alice said goodnight to Michelle. The young woman was happy that the two women had managed to avoid fisticuffs for several hours, but didn't want to push her luck. She had so hoped the two might cool off, but maybe that had been a bit much to hope for.

"You did a good thing tonight, young 'un. I'm impressed. How long was you plannin' that again?"

"A couple months. Ever since we got back from spring break."

"Speakin' of which, when are we gonna get to see the pictures of everythin' y'all did down there?"

Alice glanced downward. They hadn't yet informed their friends from the ranch as to the details of their Fort Lauderdale excursion. Heather and Laurie had wanted to work everything out for themselves before letting their friends know what had transpired.

"Whatever is the matter child?" said Jane, who had just wandered up. Both she and Michelle had noticed Alice's sudden change in expression.

"Things got a little weird down there. I think . . ."

At that point Laurie and Heather wandered over. It was Laurie who spoke, sending a bashful glance sideways at her girlfriend. "It would be better if I explained it," she said quietly.

Jane looked the young woman over. She knew there was a story there. Jane had been the first person to truly befriend the blonde bombshell, and as such had taken a vested interested in her social and intellectual development over the last year. "Very well," she murmured. "Would you like to return with us to the hotel? The night isn't too far gone, and it has been too long since we talked."

Laurie glanced over at Heather who nodded. "Sure," she said. "Jenny, Mary . . . either of you interested in hanging out at the hotel for a bit? Mr. Price?"

Mr. Price politely declined the offer. He claimed he wasn't as young as he used to be and that the flight had tired him greatly. Mary had to go "meet" a couple of friends, meaning she was on her way to screw whoever the hell it was that she dating those days and that he was probably bringing another guy. Heather had to remind herself, 'At least Mary is an HONEST slut.' Jenny ran back inside to talk to Mike. When she came out, her face was a little flushed. But she quickly said that everything was okay, and that she really wasn't tired yet anyway. 

Meanwhile, Michelle felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Liz.

"Listen," said Liz slowly and deliberately. Then she sighed. "I think Alice would really appreciate it if you dropped by the apartment for a while. I won't pretend I'm thrilled about the idea, but . . ."

Michelle looked the woman over. Then Jane whispered into her ear.

"Go ahead. Take the car. We'll get a ride to the hotel with the girls."

Then Alice wandered up and batted her big, beautiful eyes. "Please?"

Michelle took the keys to the SUV. "If you say so," she said to Alice while locking gazes with Liz. "Let's go."

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At Liz's apartment . . .

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The tentative peace barely made it past the threshold of the apartment door. The three women stood around making strained conversation. Then Liz pulled Alice over and wrapped her arm around the girl's shoulder, holding her almost uncomfortably tight. The entire time, her eyes were on Michelle. Michelle noticed the gesture and made a somewhat acidic comment about Liz "all ready to make Alice her prisoner," and things degenerated from there. Michelle accused Liz of trying to control Alice and isolate her from Michelle. Liz bitterly spoke of Michelle trying to break up a relationship she didn't even understand due to jealousy. 

Alice kept telling them both to be calm, then to shut up. This altercation was causing her almost physical pain. She so badly wanted these two women to get along, but they weren't even listening to her anymore. Finally she stormed off into the main bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

Liz went towards the door while Michelle put her head between her hands. Finally the two met gazes again. "See what you did?!?" they said simultaneously. "Me?" they said together. "You . . ."

Liz was waiving her finger angrily as if she wanted to point at something but wasn't sure what. She went over to the door and tried to coax Alice into unlocking it. Michelle debated just leaving before this escalated even further. Liz finally turned around when she realized that Alice wasn't going to respond and confronted Michelle again. 

"What the fuck is your problem? Why are you so fucking bound and determined to make her life miserable?"

"Me?" said Michelle through gritted teeth. "Why are you trying so fuckin' hard to keep me out of her life? I'm responsible for that girl and I ain't goin' nowhere no matter how bad you want me gone. The way I see it, you're tryin' to get yer jollies while takin' advantage of a girl who was lookin' to give her heart to someone."

"Why not me?!? I'm doing everything I can to make her happy, and you want to take that away because you don't think anyone will ever be good enough. You just can't let go, and it's killing you! She isn't yours to keep!"

"What, so she's yours to enslave whenever you get an itch to scratch? I've got have a mind to . . ."

"SHUT UP! Both of you!" Alice had emerged from the bedroom. In one hand she was holding her collar, her eyes were bloodshot and she was completely nude.

"Uhm, sweetie?" started Liz. "What are you . . ."

"I said shut up! I get to talk now and you two can just listen! I've had as much of this as I'm going to take. You two keeping yelling at each other about what's best for me, so why don't you ask me? Everyone kept telling me that I was going to have to make my own decisions, but once I made them, no one would listen." She looked between the two women, both of whom found something less guilt inducing to stare at. Alice continued softly, "You two changed my life so much." She turned to Liz. "You introduced me to this . . . this lifestyle that I had never even imagined before. You were so careful and so patient, and I never felt that I wasn't safe. But you have to realize that all those things apply to Michelle too." Alice glanced over at the muscular cowgirl, but kept speaking to her girlfriend. "If it weren't for Michelle, I wouldn't be here right now. When we got lost that day, I was a scared little girl in a world of denial. I had so many feelings that didn't make any sense. Michelle saw right through me. I've been used and thrown away once in my life," she said, a tear coming to her eye, "so I know how special it is to be with someone you trust. Michelle helped me understand my feelings towards women, and actually helped me be happy with who I was. I had never really been happy in my own skin before." Alice looked right back at Liz. "So yes, she will always have a place in my heart. But she has Jane and Freddie, and I have you. And I like it that way. Liz, the only thing that could make me not want to be with you . . . is you. You told me once that you didn't want to control every aspect of my life. Michelle is one of those things that you don't get to control, and I promise you that you will lose me if you try."

Liz noticeably blanched at that. She realized that she had never really understood the devotion her girlfriend had for this muscular woman standing across from her. Michelle had taken Alice's virginity, helped her come to terms with her sexuality and been a source of constant support for eight months before Liz even met the young woman. Who was she to think she could tell Alice that she had to leave that part of her life behind?

Alice turned to Michelle. "When I was . . . with you . . . that first time, I knew what you wanted, but you let me make the decision. You trusted that I was accepting you with an open heart, even though I barely knew you. You made me feel so perfect and so safe. You opened my eyes to a whole new world, and I knew it was where I belonged, even if I didn't know quite what that meant. But Liz has done that too. You know how scared I was. I was scared about dealing with my family, dealing with the changes in my life, and you know how terrified I was about finding someone to have in my life. Especially after what happened with Jamie," Alice said. Both Liz and Michelle scowled at the mention of that name. Both women not-so-secretly wished they could wrap their hands around that redhead's neck.

Alice noticed both women tensing up, and realized she probably shouldn't have brought Jamie up. "Michelle, Liz took so many of those fears away, even the ones that you couldn't. I've already told you that I trusted her. And this . . . thing we do means that I don't have to be scared about . . . well, sex. I know that may sound stupid to both of you, since you have so much more experience than I do, but sex scared me. I mean, Michelle helped me realize who I wanted to have sex with and how wonderful it could feel, but I also knew that not everyone I met would be as nice as she was. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to please my partner or that I would be clumsy. I hate bringing her name up again, but after Jamie, my biggest problem was that I thought I had done something wrong . . . that I hadn't been good enough somehow. I don't worry about that anymore. Liz worries about it for me." Her eyes actually lit up for a moment as she looked at Michelle. "It feels so good to not have to make any decisions about something. Everything else has been so much clearer. You believed in me once . . . believed that I understood what I was doing. Believe in me now," she implored. 

Michelle felt like a hypocrite. Alice had indeed been a girl living in denial. Michelle had made the foolish assumption that Alice had only been denying one thing when in fact she had been hiding from a number of insecurities and fears. Michelle trusted Alice, but she hadn't been listening. She had been so worried about her young friend getting hurt again that she couldn't quite accept that Liz WASN'T hurting her. 

"Alice?" said Liz.

"What?!?" Alice shouted.

"Why are you . . . naked?"

Alice stopped. She had forgotten about that part of her plan. "It seems that I need to do something extreme to get through to you two." She looked at Michelle. "I think that the only way to get you to realize that this 'lifestyle' is something I want is to see it for yourself." Michelle's eyes opened wide. Alice turned back to Liz. "And you're going to have to accept that you might just have to share my affections with Michelle sometimes. Not always like this, but . . . oh, you know what I mean." She grabbed the collar in both hands. "I'm going to put this on. Then one of two things is going to happen. Either you two will keep arguing until I don't want to have anything to do with either you, or we'll play the game and maybe actually have some fun tonight." Alice's hands were trembling as she wrapped the collar around her slender neck and fumbled with the buckle. 

Liz was absolutely at a loss as to what to do. She wasn't sure if this violated the "doesn't happen when one of us is angry" clause of their relationship. But Alice knew the rules. If the collar went on . . . With a faint click, the collar was on. Alice's facial expression changed to one of longing. Despite herself, Liz began to look lustful. Only Michelle still looked confused. Liz needed to buy herself a few minutes.

"What are you doing standing on two legs like a person? Show position!" she commanded, trying to get past the cracking of her voice. Alice slowly got down on all fours and stiffened her spine while making sure her hands and legs were planted solidly at shoulder-width apart. "Now I'm going into the next room with this other woman for a moment. I want you to stay right here until Mistress gets back. If you move, you will be punished." Alice bit her bottom lip sexily as she watched Liz usher Michelle into the bedroom and close the door behind them.

"She's kiddin', right?" asked Michelle.

"Oh no," returned Liz as she began pacing the room. "She's dead serious. She can be a . . ." Liz paused, trying to think of how to phrase what she was thinking.

"A stubborn little mule?" Michelle finished. "Gawd, once that gal gets a thought in her head, good or bad, she just won't let go of it." Michelle seemed to be talking to herself as much as to Liz. "When she came down over Christmas, she was still a might broken up about that Jamie bitch. She had it stuck in her head that she should be in love right away and, try as I might, I couldn't talk her out of it. Then she meets you, and it seemed like an answer to all her prayers. It was just too convenient." 

"I DID get to know her first," Liz said, a bit defensively. She was also grabbing some of Alice's favorite toys and putting them in a bag. She knew that if she kept Alice waiting, the young girl might make good on her promise to leave.

"I know ya did. I just thought it was too soon." Michelle paused. "Maybe I was just thinkin' that it was too soon for her not to need me anymore."

Liz stopped in her tracks. "Not need you? Hell, she can't stop talking about you! Every day, I get to hear about what happened on the ranch. I don't know if I can ever give her something like 'riding along side the buffalo.' Why couldn't you be like most peoples' first sexual experience and just leave? Why did you have to be a decent person who actually gave a damn about the person she had been with? You got to be her first, which meant you got to have something of hers that I'll never have. And even if she and I were to spend the rest of our lives together, I'll never know what it was like to be there that very first time. You being in her life reminds me of that."

"I guess the question is, what's more important to you? The first time, or the rest of the 'times?' I got to know her for one summer. You've got the opportunity to know her for a lifetime. If you ask me, that's one hell of an opportunity."

"Well, I guess I'm gonna need your blessing, because she isn't going anywhere without you."

The two women just stood in silence for a moment. Michelle finally broke the standstill.

"I think that we may need to continue this discussion when we've got a bit more time." She looked towards the door. "So, how does this work?"

Liz managed to crack a somewhat genuine smile. "Just make yourself comfortable on the couch and enjoy the show."

Michelle returned the smile with a big old, Texas-sized shit-eating grin. "Do this often?"

"Get brow-beaten by my supposedly submissive girlfriend into showing her like a dog in front of her muscle-bound ex-lover? No, this is a first. I'm going to be making up shit as I go."

The two women wander out into the living room. Michelle sat on the couch and tried took like she was lounging. Liz dropped the bag of goodies off behind Alice, reached into it and withdrew the leash and secured it to Alice's collar. Then Liz undid the button to her jeans. "Sit!" Alice sat back on her heels. The young girl's face still held some anxiety. She had done the equivalent of calling her girlfriend out, and she was hoping her gamble paid off. "Unzip me," Liz said soothingly.

Alice grinned and took the zipper to Liz's pants in her teeth and pulled it down. She could already detect the faint aroma of her lover's sex.

"Good Bitch," Liz praised as she stepped back and shirked her jeans entirely. "But you've been naughty and aggressive tonight. What should I do with my naughty dog?" Liz knelt beside the sitting girl and traced the line of her back all the way to her buttocks. "Should I spank her?" she asked before landing a solid thwack on one of those pale cheeks. Alice grunted, closing her eyes and chewing on her bottom lip.

Michelle watched on with an almost surreal sense of disbelief. It didn't take a therapist to realize that Alice wasn't exactly objecting to this. That slap to her ass had turned the girl on. Michelle unbuttoned her jeans and slid her hand under the denim. 'Hell,' she thought. 'The lady said to enjoy the show.'

Liz spanked Alice again, then inserted her index finger into her girlfriend's moistening cunt. She diddled the girl for a moment, then gave her several more quick, hard spanks. She wasn't sure which Alice was enjoying more, the fingering or the spanking, so she figured she would keep doing both. She looked over and saw Michelle watching, her hand in her pants. Disagreements aside, Liz had to accept that the muscular cowgirl was an attractive woman. She had unbuttoned her shirt so her other hand could stimulate one of those massive breasts. 'I wouldn't mind seeing her naked,' Liz thought. She smiled. 'Why not? But first things first . . .' She lay another series of strokes on Alice's reddening behind before inserting three finger's into the girl's box and diddling her like there was no tomorrow. She played with Alice for another three minutes like this, but stopped before the girl could climax. Alice whimpered a bit when Liz withdrew her fingers.

"Oh no you don't! You're the pet here. We have a guest here, and all you're thinking about is your own pleasure." Liz grabbed the leash and led Alice over to where Michelle was sitting. Liz leaned in and whispered something into the woman's ear. Michelle grinned and pushed her pants to the floor and kicked them off. Then Liz whispered something into Alice's ear that made the young girl's heart sing. "Maybe it's time to share," she said. Then, a little more loudly, "Hurry up Bitch. Our company doesn't have all night. I expect you to have her cumming on your pretty little face within ten minutes."




Lost in Texas Ch. 05



With one last long, loving look towards Liz, Alice started eating Michelle's pussy. It had been a long time since her head was buried between those powerful thighs, and she had missed it. She licked the area around the slit clean before burying her tongue in the cleft. This was more than Alice had hoped for. She had originally thought that Michelle might just watch and finally realize that Alice truly enjoyed being treated like this during sex. But Liz was actually sharing her with the big cowgirl, something that Alice hadn't expected. She made a promise to herself to make it up to Liz with a lot of yummy orgasms. But first, she had to get Michelle off. She tried everything that she knew, exploring Michelle's pussy from top to bottom, inside and out. She sucked on the clit and rimmed the asshole, then just did some heavy-duty lapping. She had the big woman bordering on climax with a minute to spare. Then Liz grabbed the back of Alice's head and pressed it hard against Michelle's crotch, and Michelle started humping against the young girl's mouth. Michelle let loose with a mind-numbing orgasm, trembling as she coated Alice's face with sticky sweetness. Luckily, Liz let Alice's head loose before she drowned. 

Then Liz sat down on the sofa next to Michelle. She pulled on the leash, forcing Alice to take up a kneeling position in front of her. "Now me," she instructed wickedly. "And make it good. You have ten minutes." 

Alice went to work, loving every delicious lick. She felt especially naughty, sticking a tongue covered with Michelle's juices into Liz's pussy. This time, Michelle reached over and held Alice's head in place. Alice knew every sweet spot in and around Liz's crotch, and she hit them all. She was tonguing her girlfriend's clit when she finally came, and Alice slurped up as much as she could.

It never ceased to amaze Liz just how good her girlfriend's lips felt when they kissed her down there. She told Alice to sit back and Alice obeyed. The girl's face was glistening from the nose down with the cum of two different women. 'Poor Alice,' Liz thought. 'And you're not even done yet.' She smiled. "Now, I think our guest might like seconds." Alice's eyes lit up, and she crawled back between the cowgirl's legs. As she started to eat, Liz knelt behind her. "And while you're pleasing her, I'm going to finish your punishment." As Alice devoured Michelle's pussy, Liz started spanking the girl again. Each swat was followed by some serious finger play. But again, she stopped short of getting Alice off. Liz had learned that the spanking wasn't really punishment for her girlfriend, but denial of release was exquisite torture. Alice noticeably whimpered, her mouth still buried in Michelle's cunt. Liz reached under the girl's body and started pulling and twisting the girl's nipples. Alice started groaning like a banshee. Liz knew that this would turn the girl on, but by itself wasn't enough to push her lover over the edge. She knew that when she finally allowed Alice to climax, she was going to cum like an avalanche. While the breast-play was going on, Michelle reached orgasm again. Liz got a good view of the event this time. When Michelle climaxed, every muscle in her body stood out, and that was A LOT of muscles. Liz had met some tough chicks before, but none of them measured up to this woman. She was suddenly glad that things hadn't broken down into a real fight. Liz might have landed a number of shots, but Michelle probably only needed to land one. 

As Michelle's body started to relax, Liz sat on the sofa next to her and ordered Alice to go down on her a second time. Alice was so desperate for orgasm that her face had gone wild. She dove into Liz's crotch with the firm intention of earning her way to Happyville sometime soon. Michelle got behind Alice and cupped her crotch with one hand. She had taken a cue from Liz, and she knew had to tease a woman. Alice tried bucking her hips against Michelle's hand and fingers, but Michelle always gave just enough. 

Alice had never been teased this long before. One thing kept running through her mind. 'If I don't get off soon, I'm killing somebody.'

Finally, Liz gave Michelle a go-ahead nod, and Michelle plunged three fingers of one hand into Alice's pussy and the thumb from her other hand into Alice's ass. Alice had been in the process of sucking on Liz's inner pussy lips when this happened, and she squealed directly into Liz's crotch. It took less than a minute before Alice was begging for permission to come. Her pleas become more frantic as the inevitable closed in, and were made more difficult by the fact that she dare not shirk her oral duties. Liz smiled.

"Of course you can cum." Then she grabbed Alice's face and shoved it back into her crotch. Alice tried vainly to keep her tongue moving as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her young life. After a moment, she stopped even trying and just rested her face on Liz's mound as her pussy tried clamping down on Michelle's fingers. She was grunting and groaning as the aftershocks rippled through her. When they young woman's body was finally able to relax, Liz thought her girlfriend looked more content than ever before.

"You stopped," she pointed out as Alice raised her exhausted face. "But we'll let it slide this time." Alice started to diligently lick at Liz again, but Liz stopped her. The poor girl was too tired and drained to make her continue. "Michelle, there's a strap-on in that bag over there. Would you mind getting it out and putting it on? I think that my little Bitch would like to go for a ride."

Michelle had that big Texas grin on her face as she rummaged through the bag. Alice's brain was in a fog. That orgasm seemed to have overridden most cognitive functions, but it sounded like Liz was asked Michelle to fuck Alice. Michelle put on the device and lay on the floor. Liz led her by the leash until she was straddling Michelle's body while in her 'Show' stance. Liz aimed the tip of the dong at Alice's pussy, then ordered her to sit. As Alice sat back on her heels, the toy slipped inside her still sensitive pussy.

"Now stay," Liz ordered as she fumbled with the bag behind Alice's back. First, Liz secured Alice's hands behind her back with a pair of cuffs. Then Alice felt something cold and slimy pressed against her backdoor. Liz had grabbed the eight-inch dildo, complete with handle, and was slowly inserting it into Alice's asshole. Alice's eyes shot open and all the breath in her body vacated the premises. 

'Oh God!' thought Alice. 

Liz leaned in close and whispered, but made sure it was loud enough that Michelle could hear as well. "You wanted sharing Bitch? Prepare to get shared." She kept pressing the dildo inward until Alice's sphincter relaxed enough to accept the head. Then a few more inches found their way inside. And as the rest of the dildo violated Alice's backside, Michelle started pumping the strap-on into Alice's pussy. Alice was helpless to do anything, even if she wanted to. She had never been double-penetrated like this. She had once had a butt-plug in while Liz had used the strap-on in the more conventional opening, but it was nothing like this. She was getting stretched like never before, and the pressure at both openings was intense. She became intimately familiar with every ridge on either toy. Sometimes the two women would alternate thrusts, leaving one opening emptied while the other was filled. Then they would thrust together, stretching both her vaginal and anal openings at the same time. And the only thing Alice could do was accept everything they had to give her. She collapsed against Michelle's huge tits and powerful chest as the two dominating women had their way with Alice's body. 

She wasn't sure how long she was trapped between them or exactly how many times they made her cum. She didn't care. She was happy. Hell, she had passed happy a long time ago. She was in heaven. The two most important people in her life development had finally been able to cooperate on something, and that 'something' was to make sure Alice was completely and utterly sexually satisfied. She was vaguely aware of her surroundings when she was finally lifted off of Michelle's body, and Liz removed the cuffs and placed her on the couch. Her collar had been removed, and then each of her two lovers ate her to one orgasm apiece. Liz never performed oral sex on Alice while the collar was on, so she had ended the game so that she could give her girlfriend a little extra thrill, even though Alice could barely remember her name at that point. Then the two women carried Alice into the bedroom. Liz got a washcloth and cleaned the cum off of Alice's face and thighs. By the time she was done, Alice was fast asleep. 

"She fucks like the devil, but sleeps like an angel," Liz said as she tucked her girlfriend in. "I think she may need to write a sequel to that one song she wrote about Heather and Laurie."

"She puts her heart into everythin' she does." Michelle met Liz's gaze. "She isn't really your prisoner, is she?"

Liz smiled. "It's more like I'm hers. I may get to call the shots in the bedroom, but everything revolves around her. Every time I think I've found her horizons, she takes another step and I'm trying to keep up. It's strange," she said with a laugh as she and Michelle went back out into the living room. "When I moved out here, I was hoping Heather might be able to find me someone to hook up with. I never imagined the person I'd be spending my time with was Heather's roommate, much less that she'd be more than I could have hoped for."

"Do you love her?" Michelle asked. Liz knew this was the big question.

"I know the best thing to say would be yes, but the truth is that I'm not sure. I've never been in love, so I don't know what it feels like. I do know that I'll never do anything intentionally to hurt her. I know that I enjoy every minute I get to spend with her and that I've never had as much in common with anyone else I've ever dated. I don't know if that's love, but I certainly hope so. Because I like it."

"Good enough," Michelle said as she got dressed. "I'm not goin' to pretend I'm ever gonna understand exactly what you two do and why you do it. So if I can't understand, I guess I'll just have to trust you. And her. Mostly her." That got Liz to smile. She realized that the two probably would be friends someday, but it would take a little more work.

Liz escorted Michelle to the door. "Talk tomorrow?"

"I think I can handle that," Michelle said. "I'd better get back to the hotel. Regardless, we need to be really nice to Alice's dad tomorrow." Michelle looked like she realized something. "And you're the one who's gonna have to do most of the explainin'. I'm just an old friend. You're her first real girlfriend."

Liz shot her a withering glare. "It's not too late. I can give her back."

"Nope. I've got my hands full with Freddie and Jane. You have fun tomorrow."

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An hour or so earlier at the hotel room . . .

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Freddie and Jane were sitting on one of the beds while Laurie and Heather sat on the other, with Jenny sitting in the complimentary guest chair. Laurie had just finished explaining the fiasco that had occurred in Fort Lauderdale over spring break. She felt Heather gripping her hand the entire time, and that comforted her. She knew Jane would be disappointed, but she didn't want to withhold information from her mentor. Jane did look concerned when she heard of Laurie's escalating deception, but seemed pleased that Laurie had proven determined to make things right. 

Freddie kept her eyes on Heather. The girl that Freddie had known . . . the one whose car was lit on fire almost a year ago . . . never would have forgiven Laurie. But that wasn't the Heather that was sitting on the bed right now. This Heather was a lot less hostile . . . a little softer around the edges. Freddie noticed her holding Laurie's hand, letting the blonde know that Heather had forgiven her. It was Heather's edge that had made her so attractive to Freddie when she fucked her in the back of the pick-up truck so long ago. But that edge, tempered with a little silk, had made her an incredibly attractive woman. 

Jenny just sat in the chair, wishing she could be a little more invisible. She felt completely out of place in that situation. 

"So," said Jane at last, "that's why we aren't getting to see vacation pictures. I suppose the most important thing is that you two worked it out. I'm proud of you for that. And Laurie, I think you've already learned your lesson. But Heather . . ."

"What?" she said sharply. "I didn't . . ."

"You have to control that temper," Jane said with a smile. "Getting on a bus, traveling across several states so that you trash your dorm room and almost break your fists?"

"But at least she didn't beat up my dad!" said Laurie, trying to come to Heather's defense.

"Yes, not physically assaulting a United States Senator was a wise choice. No Heather, I'm not actually scolding you. You've grown up so much and I'm just impressed. But the next time you decide to get mad at someone, please try doing something less dangerous and self-destructive."

Heather narrowed her eyes. "You vent steam in your way, let me do it in mine." She would have said more, but Laurie had placed her chin on Heather's shoulder and was staring at the side of the dark-haired girl's face. Heather turned her head to inquire as to what Laurie was up to and was met with a well-placed kiss.

"You set me up you little minx," Heather said with a laugh, then kissed Laurie back.

"They are SO adorable," said Jenny, then blushed. She hadn't meant to say it so loud.

Freddie looked over at her. "Tell me about it. So," she said a tad too demurely, "what's your story?" Heather recognized the look on Freddie's face. She had seen that look . . . that predatory look. When Jane's health had returned, so had all those women's sexual appetites, and Freddie tended to be hungrier than most. 

"Me?" squeaked Jenny. "I . . . I'm nobody."

"Oh no," said Laurie. "Never say something like that in front of Jane."

Jane smiled slightly. She had spent a lot of time convincing Laurie that she wasn't a useless bimbo, over Laurie's own objections. She thought everyone had value.

Heather also objected to the comment. "Bullshit," was her less than eloquent contribution. "You were the one who helped me track down Jamie after what she did to Alice, and I had never been anything but mean to you up until then. You've put up with all our stupid little dramas, and you're just as much a member of this band as the rest of us."

"No, I'm not. I'm just . . ."

"Yes, you are. You believed in the group even when the group didn't seem to believe in itself. That matters. You're one of us now." Then Heather got an evil gleam in her eye. "Hell, you want to be more like us every day." Jenny's eyes shot open, but she was helpless to stop Heather's progression. "You're already wanting to try sex with women."

Like a flash, Freddie was in Jenny's lap. "Oh really?" she cooed. The mega-babe was in full seek-and-devour mode now.

"Heather!" shouted Jenny. "I . . . I . . ."

"What? You said you wanted to give it a shot. Laurie?"

The blonde girl nodded while smiling wickedly. "Sorry hon, but I heard you say it too." Then she started sucking on Heather's ear.

Jane shot withering glances at her three friends. "Don't torture the poor girl." Then she turned to Jenny herself. "Are they simply blowing smoke, or is this truly an avenue you wish to explore."

All the girls had learned that no amount of prodding and wheedling could get to the heart of the matter as Jane's penetrating stare and her sophisticated voice. 

"This isn't an idle decision. One thing I actually find somewhat deplorable is girls who feign interest one evening only to claim 'the devil made them do it' the next."

"I've thought about this like a lot," Jenny returned. She felt like she was getting backed into a corner. "It's something I kinda feel I sorta need to do. I've talked with my boyfriend about it and he's fine with it."

"Of COURSE he is," said Freddie. "Show me a guy who isn't interested in seeing his girlfriend getting in on with another woman and I'll show you someone who is either blind or dead."

"I told him it was something that had been on my mind a lot, particularly since . . ." Jenny blushed and looked at Heather and Laurie. The two girls were making out on the bed and paying no attention to what was going on. "They are ALWAYS like this," she grumbled.

Jane's heart warmed when she saw Heather and Laurie together. They had already survived some trials and tribulations, which gave the older woman hope for the pair's future together. And they DID look good together. "Are you sure he's okay with this."

"Actually, he sounded like totally anxious to see it. I guess that means he kinda needs to be there."

"Nope," said Freddie. She wandered over and grabbed her video camera out of the suitcase. "This is all we need."

Jenny started at her for a moment. Then her eyes opened even wider. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply that I wanted to have sex with you . . . not that I WOULDN'T want to have sex with you . . . it's just I don't expect you to . . . Is there a good way of stopping these brain farts?"

"Nope," said Laurie, her eyes still drawn towards Heather's. "At least not that I could figure out." She kissed her girlfriend. "Listen Jenny," she said, finally able to break away from Heather for a moment. "If you DO decide to go through with it, I can't think of a better couple of people to explore with than these two. They are so patient and selfless and wonderful, and Jane has a tongue like an anteater! I'm serious, that thing goes on for miles and . . . what?" Jane was blushing, and Heather and Freddie were laughing their asses off. Laurie thought over what she had just said. "See?" she directed towards Jenny. "I told you there was no way of stopping those."

Jenny was squirming in her seat. She had to admit that she hadn't been able to take her eyes of Jane for most of the day. "But they aren't . . . you know . . . with other people anymore."

"Says who?" asked Freddie. Then she thought about it. "I think that was mostly Michelle's idea, and it was mostly because we were . . ." She paused and looked over at Jane. The matriarch of the clan had finally gotten to start growing her hair out again. The surgery scars were no longer visible, but she and Michelle had always known they were there, and they had been so afraid of losing Jane that the rest of the world seemed less important. 

Jane got up and strode over to Freddie with a grace only a few women possessed, and kissed her young lover on the lips. With Jane, even kissing was an art form. When she pulled away, Freddie's eyes were still closed and her lips were still reaching for Jane's. 

Jenny was wishing she had never brought the subject up. There was no way these women would be interested in her. Jane was too beautiful and Freddie was just hot. Heather was dangerously gorgeous and Laurie was voluptuous. She actually began eyeing the door, wondering if she could quietly slip out . . .

Jenny's fidgeting had become noticeable, breaking Freddie out of her trance and causing the girl to almost pounce into Jenny's lap. She was straddling Jenny's knees and lightly gripping both shoulders. "Running is NOT an option," she purred. She caressed Jenny's cheek and traced the line of her jaw.

"Freddy! Down girl!" Jane ordered. "Oh who am I kidding? I have no control over her," she muttered to herself. 

"Because I'm too damn cute," Freddie said, wrinkling up her nose and pursing her lips. Her curly blonde hair was hang free and reached all the way to her supermodel behind. She turned back to Jenny and captured the nervous girl's eyes.




Lost in Texas Ch. 05



"Jenny, the question becomes, do you want to do this? I'm always happy to 'enlighten' young women," Jane said huskily, "but none of us would dream of trying to coerce you. But you should make a decision soon. Freddie seems to be looking at you like our puppies look at their rawhide chew toys, and it might shortly become difficult to pry her off of you."

Jenny gulped. She suddenly realized what a rawhide chew toy must feel like.

Heather looked over at her. "Seriously Jen, it might not be a bad idea. If you can't enjoy yourself with those two, then I don't think you CAN enjoy being with women in ANY fashion."

"Wait," Jenny said. "What about you guys?"

Heather had grabbed Laurie by the hand and was leading her towards the door. "I thought that it might make you uncomfortable if we . . ."

"Stay . . . please?" Jenny was having increased difficulty speaking as Freddie had started breathing down her neck. "I . . . I'd like you to be here."

Freddie gently kissed Jenny's neck. "So are you willing to play?" Her hands were creeping up Jenny's body.

"Yes," Jenny almost hissed. 

"Jane, would you get the camera set up?"

Jane was shaking her head and smiling as she grabbed the video camera and placed in on the nightstand, pointed at one of the beds. She looked over at Heather and Laurie. "Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable over there." The two girls could almost swear that they saw Jane lick her lips as she glanced at Jenny. "This might be a while."

"You know," Heather whispered to her girlfriend, "for all her arguing, she's not THAT much different from Freddie."

"Yep," whispered Laurie back. Then the girl giggled. "She just sounds cooler when she says stuff." Laurie licked Heather's earlobe then nibbled on it. "So, how will WE pass the time?" Heather spun the blonde girl around and threw her laughing back-first onto the bed. Then she lay on top of Laurie and grabbed her hands, stretching them above her head as they kissed.

"I'm sure we'll think of something," she murmured as she kissed her way down to Laurie's expansive cleavage.

Meanwhile, Freddie had drawn a slightly-shaking Jenny to her feet and pulled her toward the other bed. She slid her hands into Jenny's back pockets as she squeezed the girl's luscious round bottom. Jane reached around from behind to start undoing the girl's pants. She peeled them downward, revealing a tiny black thong nestled firmly between those globes. With no pants to stick her hands into, Freddie grabbed a double handful of that ass. 

"Sweetheart," Jane said to Freddie, "I need to finish undressing the young lady, and your sticky hands are making things difficult. Why don't you get yourself undressed while I attend Jenny?"

Freddie back-flopped onto the bed and unbuttoned her shirt. Jenny was more than a little taken aback by the sensuousness with which Freddie undressed. She hoped the camera was catching this. She felt her own shirt being pulled away and her bra unclasped.

"Leave the thong on," said Freddie from the bed as she shirked the rest of her clothes. Jane did as her lover requested. She rested her head on Jenny's shoulders, wrapped her arms around the girl's body and cupped her warm breasts. 

"Very nice," said Jane as she began sucking on Jenny's neck and tweaking the girl's nipples. Freddie stretched out one foot and slid it between Jenny's thighs, pressing against the girl's panty-clad mound with the top of the foot. Then Freddie removed her foot and stood up.

"Something you should know about Jane," she said as she slowly tuned Jenny around to face the older woman, "is that she likes the build-up almost as much as the actual event. Why don't you help her get naked?" she asked.

"How quaint," responded Jane, though she didn't resist as Jenny started unbuttoning the older woman's delicate blouse. Then the garment slid off of Jane's slim shoulders and to the floor, then unbuttoned the woman's skirt. She would have slid that off, but Freddie's hands got busy, with one hand grabbing one of Jenny's full ass cheeks while the other snaked around and started rubbing the girl's pussy lips through the fabric of her thong. That got Jenny moaning, and left Jane to finish disrobing herself. 

"And as a word of warning," Jane started wryly, "Freddie likes to 'get busy' as soon as possible." 

"So, how you wanna go about this?" Freddie asked as she continued rubbing the girl's mound. "Top or bottom?"

"Actually, I think I'll start at the top," Jane replied, pulling Jenny away and then slowly pushing her onto the bed with her legs hanging off the edge. "You've been dying to get your hands on her shapely posterior since you first saw her, and I'd hate to deprive you of it a moment longer."

"And that's why I love this woman!" Freddie said to Jenny as she knelt between the girl's legs and spread them apart. "She's so considerate." With that, Freddie placed a kiss on Jenny's thong, causing her to shiver. 

Jane lay next to Jenny on the bed, sucking on her nipples, neck and naval . . . whatever she could get her tongue on. Freddie pushed the thong aside and began licking around Jenny's opening. 

Jenny was in heaven. She had always thought Mike to be fairly good at the oral arts, but just a few minutes with Freddie and Jane had shown her how much one person could do with their tongue. "Jane, can I try doing it to you?"

"Oh, sure. Jane MIGHT refuse oral sex. NOT!" said Freddie, then went back to ravishing the young woman's pussy. 

"No need to be snide," Jane said. "Of course you're correct, but . . ." Jane swung one leg over Jenny so she was straddling the girl's face, but also so that she was facing 'downstream' towards Freddie. This allowed her to gently fondle Jenny's breasts while the young woman took her first stab at the giving end of cunnilingus. "Don't worry," Jane said soothingly. "Just do whatever Freddie is doing and you'll be just . . . Oh, that's a good start," she murmured as Jenny's tongue pushed it's way into the slit. 

Jenny was nervous at first, but she was getting good feedback. Freddie would do something to delight her pussy, and then Jenny would try it on Jane. And since Freddie knew what Jane liked, those were the things getting done to Jenny. And Jenny was pleased at how Jane smelled and tasted, and her courage quickly grew. She was lashing at Jane's pretty crotch with youthful vigor. She felt Freddie taking great delight in groping her ass, and even felt a finger gently probing her anus. That caused her to buck her hips, pushing her crotch closer against Freddie's face. 'The girl has a plan,' Jenny thought before groaning outright.

Meanwhile, Heather and Laurie had gotten completely naked and were lying together, Heather on top of Laurie, fondling each other. Each had one hand cupping the other's mound with a few fingers buried in the other's cunt. Their eyes were locked on each other and their breath was already ragged. The proximity of their bodies had their arms pinned between them. Neither was going anywhere until the job was done.

"Who's my pretty girlfriend?" Heather whispered.

"I am," Laurie murmured.

"And who wants to cum on my fingers?"

"I do," the blonde groaned as she proceeded to do just that. Her perfect pussy tried seized Heather's fingers as a relatively gentle climax flowed through her body. Heather loved the look of bliss on Laurie's face and the flush on her body when she came. It was the most powerful aphrodisiac the dark-haired girl knew. 

Heather quickly got off the top of her girlfriend, much to Laurie's dismay. But she just as quickly shifted position so that their legs scissored and their pussies rubbed against one another. With a firm grip on one of Laurie's legs, Heather started to rub and hump against Laurie's crotch. Her girlfriend got into the action by humping and bumping back. 

Back on the other bed, Jenny was experiencing her first orgasm at the touch of another woman, and she didn't exactly hate it. She had a death-grip on Jane's ass and a tongue in her cunt as Freddie brought Jenny to the brink and beyond. The last thought that flitted through her mind before she lost the ability to process information for a moment was that she really needed to teach Mike a few things that were missing from his oral repertoire. Freddie didn't let up for a moment, taking wide swaths with her tongue as Jenny's body and pussy endured a series of spasms. Then Jenny felt the finger being removed from her asshole and that delightful tongue disappear from her crotch. That's when she heard Jane speak.

"My turn," the older woman crooned. She and Freddie switched places, leaving Jane's face between Jenny's thighs and Freddie straddling the girl's head. "Oh, she's pretty down here," the woman murmured as she sent her delicate tongue on an exploratory lick. Then another one. Then she wrapped her tongue around Jenny's clit and squeezed it like a constrictor. "Very pretty," she said again.

Jenny had been a little worried since she had been unable to get Jane off before the two women had switched positions, but all negative feelings evaporated as the woman started her oral explorations. 'Laurie was right,' Jenny thought. 'That tongue goes on for miles!' She did her best to emulate Jane's performance as she herself went to work on Freddie. She also ran her hands up that girl's supermodel body to play with her tits, which got a groan of approval from the affected party. Then she brought one hand back down so she could stick a thumb up Freddie's sphincter. That brought another gasp, and Freddie rewarded that behavior by seriously fondling Jenny's decent-sized tits. 

While this was going on, Laurie was being ransacked by a second orgasm, and this one was more powerful than the first. Laurie was sweating hard as she latched onto one of Heather's legs and pressed her mound against that of the dark-haired girl. Laurie's cum seeped directly onto Heather's pussy as her body shook. She even sucked and nibbled on Heather's calf to prevent herself from screaming. She expected to keep going, but Heather again had other ideas. Her girlfriend detracted herself from their current position and planted her face directly between Laurie's spread-eagled thighs and started devouring Laurie's still tender sex. Laurie was still a little dazed from her orgasm, otherwise she might have objected. She had already gotten off twice while Heather had yet to achieve release. She wanted to correct that . . . to bring her lover pleasure, but Heather had taken control and wasn't about to relinquish it until Laurie was completely satisfied. Heather's tongue was working like a jackhammer and her fingers had crept into Laurie's box, poking and prodding her innermost recesses. She withdrew her tongue and just started rubbing the outer and inner lips with her fingers for several minutes, making Laurie squirm and buck. Then she went back to work with her tongue. 

On the other bed, Freddie had achieved orgasm at the same time that Jenny had been brought to her second climax. Jane's cunnilingual skills were everything her friends had bragged about and more. This time, Jenny had done a better job at keeping up, which had allowed her to get Freddie off. Seeing a woman cum up close and personal was another new experience for her, and it was a sight to behold. Seeing Freddie orgasm was especially sweet, due to the girl's incredible good looks and constantly lust-filled expression. And the aroma and taste of pure cum was intoxicating. Jenny lapped and licked as much as she could, but she was still left with a face covered in girl-juice. 

"I'd say the girl has potential," Freddie moaned at last. "Let's give her a little more practice on someone who should be used to grading performance." 

"I'm rather enjoying what I'm doing right now, thank you very much," Jane said primly.

"Never said you had to stop." Freddie pulled Jane up on to the bed and lay the woman out on her back. The she had Jenny straddle the woman's face before lowering her own lips to Jane's sex. "And this is a lesbian sixty-nine," Freddie pointed out, perhaps unnecessarily. Jane quickly went back to work, but Jenny was still recovering. She did start up again, gaining speed as she went. And Freddie knelt beside the bed and leaned in for some extra 'tutoring.' 

"No fair," Jane said. "Two on one."

"Sweetheart, me and Michelle 'two on one' you all the time. It's the only way to level the friggin' playing field," Freddie replied. Then Freddie interrupted Jenny's tongue by giving the younger girl a long, sweet kiss. "And I don't think she minds the company down here. Do you?" she asked of Jenny.

"Not . . . not especially," she grunted as she dove back into Jane's crotch. 

Freddie glanced over at Laurie and Heather. Heather's fingers and tongue were moving like mad, and it was obvious that the dark-haired girl had Laurie on the verge of yet another orgasm. This was confirmed as Laurie started repeating "I'm cumming," over and over again. Heather kept her fingers moving, but raised her shining face up so she could smile at her lover and watch her beautiful body arch against Heather's invading digits. The girl's eyes were closed and a look of pure ecstasy was emblazoned on Laurie's face. 

When she was able to speak again, Laurie said, "I want to do you. Don't you dare make me wait another minute! Heather Englund, get on my face right this instant!"

"So demanding," Heather muttered as she started kissing her way up Laurie's impatient body. "So pouty," she said before sucking on one of Laurie's nipples. "So sexy," she continued, moving to the other breast. Laurie sighed and acknowledged that it might be a minute before she got to plant her face in Heather's crotch. Once the dark-haired girl started playing with Laurie's tits, she was usually captivated for a while.

Across the room, Freddie had broken off the double team so she could play with Jenny's round butt cheeks and tongue the girl's asshole. Then she shoved a finger in and started fucking the girl's bottom with that finger. 

Jenny's mind was in the clouds while her tongue was running up and down Jane's slit. She was so tired, but stopping wasn't an option. This event had been everything she had hoped it would be, and she wanted to show her appreciation by giving Jane as much pleasure as she had received. She tried using things that both Freddie and Jane had used on Jenny herself, creating her own 'style' rather than just imitating theirs. She was having a lot more fun than she could have previously imagined sucking on the delicate inner lips of Jane's pussy. And she knew enough already to spend a lot of time licking the clit, both above and below the hood. Then she saw just how deep into the rabbit hole her tongue could go.

"The young woman is showing some originality," Jane said after a few minutes. "I think it's time to reward originality," she finished as she felt her body tighten up and her box quiver as she came. And to her credit, Jane felt Jenny licking well into the orgasm. She was giving it 'that old college try,' Jane thought, then laughed at her personal joke, then groaned outwardly as the last wave of pleasure rippled through her body.

Jenny wasn't far behind in the orgasm race, as Jane's persistent and wonderfully agile tongue, combined with Freddie's anal attentions, brought the girl off again. But the two women weren't done. Both Freddie and Jane began inserting fingers into Jenny's cunt, pushing and probing until they found that special spot. They kept Jenny above her sexual threshold until they made her cum a second time within a few minutes. Jenny was sweating from pores in parts of her body that she hadn't known existed before. Both her vaginal and anal openings were stretched and sensitive, but she wouldn't trade what she was feeling for anything. She glanced over at the video camera on the table. 'Man, wait until Mike gets a look at this.' She didn't feel that she had adequately explained to her friends how excited Mike had been when he learned of his girlfriend's bisexual interests. She had gotten the impression that he might enjoy a threesome. If it was even half as much fun as she was having at that moment, she might be inclined to grant him that particular pleasure.

Pleasure weighed heavily on Laurie's mind as well. She wanted to dish some out to her girlfriend, but Heather was being maddeningly uncooperative. Heather had brought Laurie to climax on three occasions, but the blonde girl hadn't gotten her mouth anywhere near her girlfriend's private area, and it was driving her insane. Finally, she had enough. She sat up and flipped Heather over onto her back, pinning the girl's shoulders to the bed with straightened arms.

"Okay," Laurie said huskily, "I've had about enough. Now sit back, because I'm going to seriously fuck you and you're just going to have to like it." Laurie finished off her 'threat' with a long kiss to Heather before the blonde girl moved down and planted her face in Heather's crotch. 

Heather was smiling from ear to ear. It was the type of smile she didn't even know she was capable of until Laurie had come into her life. She had teased the girl so outrageously and for so long that she knew she was about to get Laurie's best oral attack, which is what Heather had been wanted from the word 'go.' Laurie went ballistic, licking and fondling every square inch of Heather's cunt. She was lapping away from stem to stern, rubbing one thumb over the girl's clit while sticking fingers from the other hand in Heather's asshole.

Laurie found herself wishing that Freddie had actually brought one her toys, because she badly wanted to go to town on Heather's tight, teardrop ass. But the blonde girl accepted she would just have to make do, inserting two and then three fingers into that ass. She tried stretching it just a little, but it was a considerable stronger opening than its neighbor was, and she was forced to be content with just thrusting her fingers in and out. She stopped rubbing the clit so she could insert three fingers from that hand into Heather's pussy, and she let her tongue take over the job of clitoral stimulation.

"Make me wait . . . (grumble) . . . I'll teach you to tease me like that . . . (grumble) . . . I'll make you cum good!" Laurie was incensed, while the only thing keeping Heather from laughing at her girlfriend's tirade was the intense pleasure the blonde girl was bringing to her. Laurie withdrew her fingers from Heather's wet sex for a moment so she could rub one of her meaty breasts against Heather's mound. This got Heather moaning even louder, as almost any contact with Laurie's tits was bound to do. She rubbed one soft nipple up and down the girl's slit applying as much pressure to that glistening mound as she could. And she never quit pistoning her fingers in and out of Heather's greedy pink rosebud. 

"Ooh," Heather moaned. "I'm sure learning my lesson," she grinned.

Laurie tried glaring at her, but the beautiful girl's face didn't scowl well. So she wound up smiling, which was something her face was much better at. She smiled because that's what being with Heather made her want to do. Well, it was one of the things that it made Laurie want to do. Another was fucking the girl's brains out, which Laurie was also in the process of doing. There were so many things Laurie wanted to do, including stuffing her whole hand into Heather's body like she had done during the make-up sex following the spring break blow-up, but she was going to save that for after the Battle of the Bands. She was hoping that would be the celebratory sex. Even while she was licking Heather's clit, Laurie was admiring the taut muscles of her girlfriend's abdomen, the gentle slope of her breasts and the wild beauty of her face. Alice wasn't the only girl in their crew that liked to ride a wild animal. Laurie did too, but her "animal" was a somewhat cynical, dark-haired, rock-hard-bodied woman who could sing the angels down from Heaven if she chose. Laurie loved her wild Heather, and she wanted to please her in any way she could. She turned up her energy a notch, fingering and licking on all cylinders. And Heather had waited long enough. She pushed up on the bed with her feet, raising her lower abdomen off the bed. Her ass and pussy clamped down on any invader indiscriminately, trying to keep as much of Laurie within Heather's body as possible. Laurie drank in Heather's juices with reckless abandon. Her face quickly became shiny with her girlfriend's fluids. Heather's eyes were closed and her lips were parted, and Laurie could almost see the girl's heated breath rising in wisps to the ceiling of the hotel room.