24 comments/ 70320 views/ 107 favorites Scarlett's Challenge By: YKN4949 Chapter 1: The Gauntlet is Thrown I had my hand underneath of her shirt and I was rubbing her breast through her bra. She was moaning around my kiss and I could feel her rubbing her hips against mine. Occasionally her hands would brush against my breasts and I would feel my entire body shudder. I decided to go for it one more time. I took the waistband of her panties in my fingers and started to slide them off down her hips. Instantly, her hands were on my wrists and she was rolling her eyes and pushing me away. "Listen Scarlett," she said, "I have told you before, I don't fuck girls. We can kiss and you can play with my boobs but that's it." I couldn't believe her. How was she able to kiss so passionately and rub me so openly but still claim that she didn't want to go any farther. I was surer than ever that she was just playing games with me. I decided to play along. "Isn't there anything I can do to change your mind?" I said, biting my lower lip and trying to be as sexy as I could. To my surprise, she seemed to consider it. "Well..." she said, "Maybe there is something you could do." I guess I should drop back a minute and catch us up to this point. My name is Scarlett Byrne and I am 25 years old. I have been told, and tend to believe, that I am very beautiful. I am a petite girl, 5'2 and around 90lbs. I have long, straight, brown hair and large brown eyes. I am especially proud of my long eyelashes and upturned pixie nose. I have thick, pink lips and dimples when I smile. I have that sort of All-American girl face. My body is, as I said, petite. But it is very womanly nonetheless. I have small, 30-A breasts and hips that flare out just enough. I am a big exerciser and so my stomach is flat and my belly button is pierced and I have a toned, muscular butt. My legs are long given my height and very shapely. I used to get made fun of for my tiny feet but I have always liked them and now I think people think they are cute and make me look girlish. I have been living on my own ever since I graduated from high school. My mother and I had never gotten along and when I told her that I was a lesbian she kicked me out and I have been making it on my own since then. I worked a couple of odd jobs and made a little bit of money. I lived in ratty trailers and with some pretty scary people for a while. I tried to figure out what I was going to do with myself. One day I was walking past a parking lot near my job and I noticed an old used book store with air conditioning tucked into a corner. The hotel I was living in at the time didn't have any air, so I decided to go browse around and try to store up some of the cold for later use. I went inside and loved it immediately. It was overflowing with old books and it was dark and quiet and had that smell of old paper. I walked around for a while and enjoyed the ambiance. Eventually, I decided I had wondered around long enough. I found a book and walked it up to the checkout. The guy running the place was absolutely ancient. He looked like he was about to keel over at any second and I tried not to talk too loudly and risk knocking him over. I told him how much I admired his store and he seemed genuinely grateful. "Yeah, she's a good old place," he replied looking around, "It's a shame it's going to be gone in a few days." "What do you mean?" I asked, honestly dismayed. I had been looking forward to coming back. "I am retiring on Saturday. I have been at this too long. I am ready for a break. Heading on down to Florida to live with my daughter," he explained to me and I could tell that he was relieved, but the next question I asked seemed to break his heart. "But why does this place have to close?" "No one wants it. The interstate took most of the business off of this road and the profit margin has gotten pretty thin," he explained. I asked him how thin, "I just a couple hundred a week after taxes." "Do you own the building?" I asked and he nodded. He went on to explain that he couldn't unload the place and that he was going to sell it to the bank for next to nothing so that they could tear it down and extend the parking lot. "I have an idea," I said. With that I set in motion the process of buying the old store. In exchange for $100 a month to the old man, I would run the store and keep whatever profits came after that. I went with him and he changed his will so that when he died the store would be mine. By that Saturday, the store was essentially mine and I actually owned all of the books outright and I was incredibly excited. I threw myself into the store and fixed it up, I put ads in weird little newspapers where I could get free or cheap space. I made cheap tea and gave it away for free. I also devised ways to get my hands on books cheaply by taking old books from libraries or damaged books from wholesalers. Finally, I catalogued everything that the store had with a computer and even did research and found that some of the older books were quite valuable. Now I had a sort of hippie clientele that came in and read and sometimes bought books. I also occasionally had book dealers and collectors come in and pay good money for some of my rarer pieces. Finally, I got licensing from the local university to buy back and sell some of their text books at an enormous profit. All in all I was able to maintain the cute atmosphere at the store but still make a little more money than the old man had been able to make. For a year after I opened the store I lived in a little store room in the back. It wasn't exactly glamorous but I didn't mind. I just didn't bring any dates back home. After that year the old man died down in Florida and the deed to the store came in the mail. I decided to move into a real home. A store across the street had an apartment above it and the rent was relatively low and the commute was fantastic so I rented it. It was a cute little place with a kitchen/living room, two bedrooms, and a bathroom. For a while, this worked out very well. However, one year the economy took a big drop and the demand for some of my more expensive books dropped off. I realized that in order to make money I was going to have to figure out a different revenue stream. I was still making enough money to keep up the store and to pay my rent but at the end of the week I ended up running low on food and I had to cancel luxuries at my home like cable and internet. I decided to rent out my extra room to a college student to make ends meet. The college was huge and they had a severe housing problem. Making it worse was the fact that rent in local apartments was astronomical. I would be doing well by doing good if I rented the room out cheap to a student in need. The first girl who came in response to the room was Kegan Kelley. She was a 19 year old freshman and quite possibly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. I rented her the room on the spot. Her parents were quite wealthy and I was actually able to get her to pay a little more than half of my rent. Beyond that, she was 5'9 110lbs, she had long dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. She had the face of a movie star and the most amazing body I had ever seen. She was built like a model with long legs, a thin stomach, elegant features, and small, perky breasts. Beyond that, she was a very sweet girl and we got along very, very well. She moved in a few days later and disaster was averted. Furthermore, I found that I liked having someone in the house. She was impressed with my cooking ability and she herself was actually quite handy when it came to things like broken light bulbs or dirty sinks; things about which I had no knowledge about. Further, she guided all of her cute friends to my store and they spent money on text books and other little things and my life got better. I also came to have a friend, despite the fact that she was 6 years younger than me. We would sit up late and talk and drink coffee in our pajamas. Despite the fact that I thought I was falling for her, I never told her that I was a lesbian and I decided not to act on it. She occasionally had a boy over, but none of them ever spent the night and I just sort of figured we would both have sort of asexual existences within the apartment. However, one night things changed. Kegan had gone out with some friends for the evening, to a party of some sort at a frat house. I was in for the night. It was a Thursday night which meant that if I wanted to go do something for the weekend I had to get my books in order and find out what sort of paycheck I would be able to give myself for the week. I had just finished up and was packing my stuff into my backpack when Kegan came home. She was hammered. "Hey Scarlett," she said, far too loudly, "How're you?" She sort of stumbled into the room and flopped down on the chair. "Good," I said giggling, "You?" "Drunk," she said and we both laughed. When that subsided we were both quiet for a while and I figured she had fallen asleep. I got up and put my bag away and then went to my room to get ready for bed. I decided to let her sleep on the couch. I was just taking my shirt off when I looked at the door. She was standing there, with her mouth open, staring at me. I blushed. "What're you doing Kegan?" I asked, feeling embarrassed but also very excited. "You are so pretty," she explained, "Do you think I am pretty?" "Very," I said, feeling my heart trying to burst through my chest. "You know Scarlett. I am not gay or anything. Really. But sometimes I just like to make out with girls," she said and started walking towards me. "I am a lesbian," I told her and she stopped for a second and looked at me. Then she smiled and kept coming towards me. I froze but soon she was right next to me. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. She tasted like vodka but it was still a very sweet kiss. She put her arms around my and kissed me. I help her and kissed back. We fell backwards onto the bed and our tongues explored the inside of each other's mouths. Finally it broke and we looked at one another. I knew that this was wrong but I wanted it so badly. I kissed her again. For a long time we simply lay in bed, our legs and arms interlocked around one another and our lips locked together. My pussy was absolutely dripping but I was nervous to go any farther. Finally, after what might've been an hour of gently kissing and holding one another, I reached my hand to her breast and rubbed it gently. For several seconds she moaned and really seemed to enjoy herself. Then she put her hand over mine. "No Scarlett, just making out," she said and I felt so frustrated and angry, but I wanted to kiss her and so I didn't stop. Eventually we fell asleep that way, entangled in one another, our lips touching. We both woke up the next morning at around the same time and both of us were a bit embarrassed. She got up and went to take some aspirin and get a shower. I made a good hangover breakfast with eggs and bacon. She came into the kitchen and we ate quietly for a few awkward minutes. Eventually she spoke first. "Sorry I was a mess last night," She said, not taking her eyes off of her food. I felt terrible. "No, I am sorry I tried to take advantage of you," I said, feeling dirty even as it came out of my mouth. She giggled a little bit. "I think I threw myself on you more than let you take advantage," she said and I giggled back. Suddenly, things felt a lot lighter and we chatted about her night and how she was. She expressed surprise that I was a lesbian briefly but we didn't talk about much. Finally, she was done eating and decided to head to school, I had to go and open the store. "I'll talk to you later," I told her and started to walk out the door, but she stopped me. "You know I wasn't just lying or talking because I was drunk you know," she said as she collected her books. "What do you mean?" "I really do like to make-out with girls every once in a while," she said and she gave me a mischievous look as she brushed past me in the door way, "If you're interested." From that point on we would occasionally have a little date at home where we would eat and rent a scary movie. We would make popcorn and get a little blanket and hunker together and watch, and scream, and then kiss. Eventually we even got to the point where she would let me fondle her breasts with my palms through her bra and she would very occasionally do the same. But anytime I tried to go farther, she quickly stopped me. I think this brings up back to where we started. Kegan had finally relented a little and had indicated that in fact, there might be some way for me to get into her pants. My heart was racing like it had been that first night and I was desperate to do anything. "Well what do you want?" I asked, trying to stay calm and cool and sexy. "What about a challenge?" she said and her eyes lighted up as though it was coming to her suddenly, but I knew her pretty well. She had been planning this for weeks. She was always scheming. I had learned this through the months she had been with me. She had a goal, like that night she kissed me, she had been planning to do that for some time, she just got drunk to cover it. Another time, she had meticulously inched her food in the refrigeration to the left into my area, a bit by bit for weeks until she claimed an entire extra shelf and then feigned ignorance when I confronted her. It was always small little things like that; I really found it more cute than anything else. I found everything about her to be cute in all honesty. "What do you mean a challenge," I asked, but I was enticed. "Well you are a lesbian and I am straight and you want to seduce me right?" she asked and I reluctantly nodded in response, "Well prove to me that you are really good at seducing straight women. Give me reason to believe you're worth playing for the other team." I was confused. "I guess I am still not really getting it," I told her. "Okay, let me see if I can spell it out," she said, pretending she was annoyed but really loving how much I wanted this, "We will come up with a list of 5 girls or types girls, straight women who, for whatever reason, will be really difficult for you to seduce. If you seduce them all you can have me." "I like it," I said, my mind racing and unable to comprehend much beyond the last sentence. "If you get them to do some really kinky stuff, I will let you do anything that you want with me," she said, blushing and staring at me. I could tell that she was going to be rooting for me, in secret, "But if you don't do it, you have to stop trying to fuck me forever." "Agreed," I said, finally considering what she was offering in a more rational way in my mind, "So what kind of girl do you have in mind?" I had to admit I didn't like my odds. I was 25 years old and had 4 sexual partners in my entire life. I was a bit shy and there weren't many lesbians in my little town. I had to try though; Kegan was the kind of girl I wanted. "Well the one girl I have in mind already is the girl in charge of the University Campus Baptist Society. She is always protesting abortion and gay marriage and stuff. She would be tough I would imagine. She is the first one," Kegan said and my heart sank. This was supposed to be a challenge, not an impossibility. "Good lord Kegan. I have to theoretically be able to get this girl. This is impossible," I said. Kegan was pretending she hadn't heard me. She stretched out on the couch and let her hair fall over her face in a very sexy way. She rubbed her body as though she was stretching, but she was really just showing off. It was working. "Well if you don't even want to try, I guess we can just call it all off," she said, looking at me though her hair and smiling a devil's grin. "Who else?" I asked and she giggled at me. "Well you can think of some too. Don't just rely on me. I mean you have to run it past me first, but you can try too," she said. "Oh, okay," I said. We sat for a while, thinking. I just considered all of the options before me and was almost unable to think. "I've got one," she said and I turned and I looked at her, "Okay, so girls in college are going to be a little bit open to experimenting. That's not really a challenge. However, girls in high school. That's a different matter. I want you to fuck a girl in high school. But not just any girl, I want you to fuck like the queen bee of a school. The one who has a football player boyfriend and wants to pump out his kids. I want you to go after...the head cheerleader at a high school," she said. I was a little stunned by this suggestion. However, cheerleaders had always been a huge turn-on for me. I just nodded at her while I considered how to do this. Needed to find an 18-year-old high school cheerleader... "I got one," I said suddenly, "I have a friend who is getting married really soon, like in the next month or so. I bet it would be really tough to get to her. I mean she is going to be into her husband and everything. It should be great," I said. Kegan considered it for a while. "How long have you known her," Kegan asked. "Oh since we were little kids. We were in the same elementary school growing up," I explained and Kegan seemed to light up. "Oh that is so dirty. She is on the list," she said. I could tell that this was really exciting her and in turn it excited me as well. She came up with another idea very quickly, "Hey, did you parents have any friends growing up, or like neighbors or anything?" she asked. I considered it for a while. My mother didn't really have many friends. "Well, there was Mrs. Selber. She lived down the street. She had a giant hairy mole," I said. "Oh yes her!" Kegan said laughing. Then I realized something. "Oh you know what? Right next door to my mother was a woman. Mrs. Something... Oh yeah, Mrs. Hoke. She was my mother's friend. They walk to church together and they get together to watch American Idol. She is a little bit younger than my mother though, like 43 or something like that. She was pretty hot the last time I saw her," I said, remembering Mrs. Hoke and feeling very excited by it. "Perfect," Kegan said. The last one took a long while. We were both thinking but nothing was coming to mind. I started thinking about the other people we had already considered. I was thinking about my friend and being in third-grade with her when I was suddenly struck by something. "I've got it," I said. Kegan shook her head out of her stupor and looked at me. "What?' she asked. "I told you about my friend who is getting married and you were asking about when we met. Well I am just remembering that my third-grade teacher that year. She was very young, it was her first year, she was like 23 or something like that. Third grade was like 16 years ago for me, so she is still pretty young. It would be pretty dirty to go after her, don't you think?" I asked and Kegan's eyes got wide. "Perfect," she said. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. I put my arms around her and kissed her deeply. We went to bed a few hours later and as she was closing the door to her room she spoke to me. "Good luck Scarlett," she said, "You're going to need it." Chapter 2: The Cheerleader For about a week I didn't think anything more of it. The store was an absolute disaster as I was trying to clear out space for my annual trip to local schools to pick up unwanted library books. I had rented a truck for that purpose and after a fire sale I was ready to roll. I got in the front seat of the truck and headed first to one of the local middle schools. I managed to a get a good number of decent books there and then I headed over to one of the high schools. It was closing in on the end of the school day and I wanted to slip in and out before there were hundreds of new drivers waiting to crash into my rented van. Scarlett's Challenge I parked in the bus area and walked into the school. It was West Springfield High School which oddly had the exact same architectural layout as my old high school across town and so I knew exactly where the library was located. I realized as I walked in that I was perhaps a bit underdressed for a trip to the high school. I was wearing a some heeled boots I wear when I want to look a little bit taller, my favorite pleated tartan mini-skirt, a pink tank top which was too short to cover my bellybutton ring and too light to completely block out my black bra. I had my hair back in a ponytail and I brought a dolly into the school with me. I noticed some of the office women looking at me disapprovingly while I walked past and I couldn't help but smile to myself. I hadn't intended to dress overly sexy that day but I had wanted to be comfortable. Hey, I am comfortable in weird stuff I guess. Finally I had made my way to the library and I walked in and set my dolly next to the door. There were a handful of faculty members and students wondering around, looking at books. I walked up to the check-out desk and looked around. No one was there, so I rang the little bell. Almost immediately a girl came out from the little office behind the desk. She was gorgeous and she was smiling. I was immediately smitten. "Hey," she said, "Can I help you?" she was about 5'5 tall and probably weighed around 100lbs. She had long red hair tied in long pig tails, her eyes were green and her face was innocent and beautiful. She looked like a movie star, the kind who would play the part of most popular girl in school. Squeaky clean and sweet. She had large, C-cup breasts and as she walked up to the desk I noticed her muscular legs. I could tell she was an athlete. Suddenly I thought to myself that "I hope she is a cheerleader," and then I remembered why. I laughed to myself and the girl raised her eyebrows at me. It was so sexy. I had to get myself under control here. "Sorry, yeah I am Scarlett Byrne. I called yesterday. I am here to pick up any of your extra books," I said and she started nodding. "Oh yeah," she said, "Mrs. Corliss said that you would be dropping by; there are three boxes over there by the door." She pointed towards the door where my dolly was located. I had walked right past them. "Thanks sweetheart. I didn't think that you were the librarian," I said to her in an offhand way. I had to be the cool one here. She laughed a little bit. "No, absolutely not. This is my class instead of study hall. I am a librarian aide," she explained to me as she played with one of her pigtails. "Oh that's no fun. At least if it were study hall you could hang out with friends or at the very least do your homework," I said. Struggling to find some reason to stay and talk to her without being creepy. Luckily, she seemed to be in the mood to talk. "I know!" she said, "I didn't even sign up for this. I wanted to have gym in seventh period so that I could just go right from here into practice. But they stuck me here instead." "Oh," I said, circling like shark now, "You are on a team?" "Yeah," she said, and then suddenly smiling slyly and blushing a bit, "Actually, this is my senior year and I am actually the head cheerleader." Jackpot. "Oh my God!" I said, "That is so great! Congratulations." "Thanks," she said, blushing now and staring at her feet. She was so demure and cute. I was finding myself not just wanting to try this for the challenge, but now I seriously wanted to go for it. I moved in for the kill. "You know, I was a cheerleader too. I was never head cheerleader of course," I explained, "but I was a flyer. It helps to be tiny I guess." This was the truth of course. In setting up the challenge, I had promised Kegan that I would only lie to the girls I was going a little bit. That would help the challenge to maintain a certain degree of difficulty. "That's so cool," she said. She was playing with her hair and looking at me. I couldn't be sure, but I was pretty sure she was returning my little compliments, "You definitely have the build for a cheerleader." "Oh that was like 7 years ago," I said, now it was my turn to blush. "No I am serious. You look like you could go right back out there and do it," she said. "Hey, when is your next home game?" I asked her as I started to walk over towards my dolly. Just as I had hoped, she started following me towards the door. "Actually, we have a game here tomorrow," she explained. "You mind if I drop by and check you out," I said and paused for a moment, letting that sit for a moment, "I haven't even been to a high school game since senior night." "Oh sure!" she said. I was a little surprised by how easy it had been to get her excited, but I wasn't going to complain. I loaded the books up onto the dolly and strapped them in. She helped me as well as she could and we made a little more chit-chat. "Well thanks..." I hadn't gotten her name. "Cindi," she said, "Cindi Fuller." "Alright Cindi Fuller, I'll see you tomorrow night," I said. She waved to me once as I left. I rushed the books back to the truck and packed them in. I could hardly concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day. Somehow I managed to get to one last school before the offices closed at 5 and then I went back and unloaded the boxes at the store. By the time I got home I had decided not to talk to Kegan about my experience. I didn't want to jinx anything and besides, I really didn't want to fail and then have to deal with Kegan gloating and making fun of me for striking out. I decided that if by some miracle I was able to seal this deal that I would be able to tell her afterwards. The next day I woke up and cruised around to other schools and picked up boxes of books but my head was elsewhere. I just kept picturing cute Cindi standing behind the desk in the library and it would give me chills. The days passed so incredibly slowly and I wondered to myself whether Cindi was as excited as I was about the evening. I was pretty sure she wasn't. But then, she didn't know the plan yet. Finally, 6:00 o'clock rolled around and I made my way over to West Springfield. The game was supposed to start at 6:35 and I wanted to make sure I could get a spot near the lower part of the bleachers. I got there twenty minutes before the game started, bought some nachos, and then went over to find a seat. The team, apparently, was terrible that year and only about seventy people had showed up to see the game. The cheerleaders weren't out yet so I grabbed good seat down in the first row of bleachers. I had forgotten how much I hated football games. The night air was getting a bit chilly and I put my jacket on to stay warm. I was wearing a pair of flats, a pair of tight jeans, a white t-shirt (with my favorite black bra underneath) and a jacket. It was still a bit cold. But finally, at long last the cheerleaders came running out onto the track in front of the bleachers. I saw Cindi right away. She was obviously the most beautiful girl on the entire squad. She looked gorgeous in her uniform. The shirt was very tight and let her entire arms hang out and just a little bit of her stomach. It was red and white. Her skirt was very short and pleated red and white. Her breasts bounced suggestively when she ran and she had the most gorgeous smile on her face. I couldn't tell for sure but I was pretty positive that she saw me. She and her squad did their routine perfectly and I was truly impressed. They had lots of aerial work and they were all quite limber and skilled at the various splits and acrobatic maneuvers. It was almost sad when the game started and she was reduced to chanting at the tiny crowd to get excited. I tried to be lead in the cheers but it was a little embarrassing because so few people were into it. The game was over long before half-time and it was absolute murder to sit around and wait for it to end while West Springfield gave up touchdown after touchdown. I was impressed by Cindi's stamina. No matter how bad the game got, she just kept cheering. Finally, the game was over and I had a chance to make my move. I wasn't really sure what it going to be, but I had to make a move. I walked down from the bleachers and started to head over towards the chain-link fence that separated spectator area from the track. However, before I got there, I noticed that Cindi was talking to one of the boys on the football team. He had jogged off the field and removed his helmet. I am not much in the ranking of boys, but he appeared to be quite handsome and I figured it was her boyfriend. I started to feel a little ridiculous now. Like I had come here just to be a creepy older woman and now she was going to run off with her boyfriend and I would go home and have to explain to Kegan where I had been. However, just as I was preparing to slink away, I heard her voice begin to raise and then the boy yelled something back at her and then abruptly turned around and walked away. Cindi threw her megaphone across the track and then sat down with her back against the chain-link fence. It was the perfect opportunity. "Hey Cindi. You looked great out there," I said, pretending I hadn't seen everything. Cindi was startled a bit and then she wiped some tears out of her eyes, smiled and turned to look at me. "Oh hey," she said, and I was afraid that she had forgotten my name, "Scarlett! I am so glad you came." Her voice was a bit hoarse from crying and I felt a little bit bad. "Yeah it was really good. Your squad is really good, even if the team is kinda rough. Hey is something wrong?" I asked. "Nothing," she said. "Oh I am sorry. I really didn't mean to pry or anything," I said and took a step backwards. She stood up quickly and put her hands out. "Oh no! It's not like that. I am sorry. Well it's my boyfriend. We were supposed to go out tonight but now he says he is going to his buddy's cabin and I know that he is not going to just go there with a bunch of guys. There are going to be girls there. He's cheated on me before and I just know that he is going to do it again." she explained and then almost started to cry again before catching herself. "That's terrible," I said and put my hand on her shoulder. "I just...I just really needed him tonight," she said and I started to feel uncomfortable. I moved my hand from her shoulder, "Look up in the stands," she said and I did as I was told. There was pretty much no one there, "Do you see my mother?" "I..." I started, but realized that she didn't really want me to say anything. "No. No you don't. That's because every goddamn game she promises me that she is going to take one Friday off from going to the bar and she is going to come see me cheer. But, as usual she lies every time and now there isn't anyone who wants to be with me tonight," and with that she started to cry again. Now I put my arm around her and gave her a hug over the chain-link fence while she got herself together. "You okay?" I asked, not really knowing what to say. "Thank you so much for coming Scarlett," she said, suddenly turning and looking at my eyes, "You know there is no one in my life who ever comes through for me on anything and you promised to come here and then you did. I don't know why you want to be my friend but I am really glad that you do," she said. I felt guilty for a moment and then ignored it. My motives might not have been 100% pure but at the very least I was helping her now that I was here. "Oh it was my pleasure. I have a bit of a deadbeat mother as well. Not to mention some really unimpressive relationships," I said, "Come on, let me take you out to get something to eat." She didn't have a car so we took mine. I had bought it several years before and it was a bit of a beater but she didn't seem to mind. She was telling me all kinds of gossip from high school about people who I didn't know and places I had only heard of. She was very sweet and I decided it was better to just let her talk and get in a good mood. I was wearing jeans and she was wearing a cheerleader's uniform and so we decided it was probably better to just go to a casual dining place. We found one of those big chains stores like Applebee's or Ruby Tuesday's or one of those places. They are all pretty much the same anyway. They seated us and we ordered our food and relaxed. Cindi was in a better mood now and we were able to talk about more cheerful subjects. I asked her about school and where she was thinking of applying to college and she asked me what I did for a living and where I lived. Soon I felt like we had known each other for years. I could tell that she had been serious when she said that she appreciated me coming to her game. She even seemed to look up to me when I told her about my job and about my mom kicking me out. She didn't bat an eye when I told her I was a lesbian (I wanted that seed to germinate, so I said it sort of early). I felt like she looked at me as one might look at a successful older sister or cousin. It felt nice. "So what's this boyfriend's problem?" I asked. I had to touch this subject if I want to go any farther so I decided to put it in a way that invited bitching rather than crying. She obliged. "I don't know. He is just kind of a dick sometimes. Can I be honest?" she asked. "Absolutely," I said. "I think that he is frustrated with me. I mean I give him hand jobs every once in a while and we make out a lot but I think he wants to have sex and I told him I don't want to get pregnant in high school because I want to go to college and I don't want to be like my mom. So he tells me I should give him a blowjob, but I think that that whole concept is kind of gross," she said in what seemed to be one breath. As though she had been considering this a long time and then took the first opportunity to blurt it out. "Well I definitely say don't give in. If you have a dream and you think that having sex with him could destroy it, I say you have to stick to what's good for you," I said and I was speaking the truth, "but, with that said, I can understand why he wants you Cindi. You are beautiful. But you are a woman. You shouldn't be messing around with boys anyway," I said. She blushed and thanked me. Our food arrived and we ate quickly and quietly. "When did you lose your virginity?" she asked me as we finished and I blushed. "Well I was 18 I guess. I had sex with one guy in my life and that was it. His name was Scott. He is actually engaged to one of my friends right now, which is kind of weird. I didn't enjoy it and I had already known I was a lesbian. I was just fighting it. You know?" I stirred my coke with my straw. She was looking at me intently. Suddenly, she leaned across the table and gave me a quick, sweet kiss on the lips. I was shocked as she sat back down, smiling at me. "What was that for?" I asked. "Just... thank you," she said and then looked at me with a seductive look in her eye. I didn't need to see anymore. I knew what she was trying to tell me. I immediately paid the bill and we jogged back out to my car, holding hands and giggling. I knew that we couldn't go back to my place or Kegan would see and I didn't want to explain Kegan to Cindi or Cindi to Kegan. I drove us quickly over to the Holiday Inn. Cindi was talking nervously about school and about cheerleading and I had to feign interest. I had only one thing on my mind. I told her to wait in the car while I ran in and rented a room. I got the key and we parked the car and made our way to the room on the third floor. She was really giggling now as I opened the door. She flopped herself down on the bed, we had gotten a king sized room. I closed the door behind us and stood with my back to it. "So..." I said and she looked up at me. "Yeah..." she said to me. I knew that it was up to me to make a move because she had never done anything like this before. I lay down next to her on the bed and we both rolled over so that we were leaning next to one another, looking into each other's eyes. She was beautiful. I closed my eyes and kissed her. Not the little peck from the restaurant, but a real kiss. Our lips locked and my arms went around her body. My tongue entered her mouth and tasted her tongue. She moaned into my mouth and I felt my body grow weak. I rolled over so that I was on top of her and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I leaned forward and kissed her again, my hair draping over her face and I looked into her eyes. I could tell that she wanted this and I let any remaining guilt I had about the situation melt away. I kissed around. I felt her hands on me. One was rubbing my side and the other was clutching the back of my head, pulling me in. Finally I broke the kiss and got up on my knees. Cindi opened her legs and I was able to slide out and stand in front of her. She was lying on the bed, with her legs spread open, looking at me. I could see her white panties and it thrilled me. I decided to give her a thrill. I pulled my white t-shirt up over my head and threw it on the floor. I then unzipped my pants and slide them down. I was standing in my black bra and my black thong with red lace trim and her eyes were on them. I smiled. "You like what you see?" I asked and she nodded. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I brought my hands forward and let the bra slide off of my arms and land on the floor. My nipples were little pink bullets. Finally I slid my thong down around my ankles and threw them off. My pussy was waxed completely and I felt good showing off my little pink pussy lips. Cindi gasped when she saw it. By now she had slid back so that she was sitting at the top of the bed with her back against the headrest. I got on the bed on my hands and knees and crawled towards her slowly. She was biting her lip and looked frozen. I straddled her hips and took my left breast in my hand. I carefully placed it against her mouth. She hesitated for only a second and then she began to suck on it. I moaned loudly and my whole body shook. No one I had ever been with had ever sucked my nipple like that. Her tongue danced across it and she bit on it gently and my entire body threatened to melt. I popped the nipple out and took my other breast in my hand and put it against her mouth. If anything it felt even better this time and I could feel my pussy dripping onto her legs. I popped that nipple out as well and sat for a minute straddling her. I bent down and kissed her again. I started to lean back and she came with me. I put my arms around her and easily unzipped her cheerleader uniform. It slipped off easily and she lay in her bra. I unhooked that as well and took it off. Her breasts were perfect. They were just the right size and she had medium sized, pink nipples. I took one in my mouth and tried my best to mimic her actions. She moaned and arched her back and then fell back on the bed. I followed, licking her nipple and with my hand, rubbing the other one. She was wiggling and moaning underneath of me and I could feel her hips rubbing against my leg. I knew she was ready. I moved down her body and pushed up her skirt. I took her little white panties in my hand and pulled them down and removed them. She had shaved her hair into a little landing strip, something that I found to be incredibly sexy. Her little pink pussy lips were glistening they were so wet and her panties felt damp in my hand. I got down on my knees in front of her pussy. I breathed deeply and took in her smell. She smelled clean and sweet and I was intoxicated. I leaned forward and gently kissed her clit. A tremor rushed through her body. I extended my tongue and began to slowly and carefully lap at her pussy. Her skirt fell down over my head but I could feel her rubbing her own breasts and I could hear her moaning deeply. I loved her taste. It was unlike any pussy I had ever eaten before, it was so pure and it tasted good. She was really enjoying the lapping and I was deciding to kick it up a little bit. I took my right hand palm up and carefully inserted my ring finger into her pussy very slowly, right underneath of my chin as I lapped at her clit. She thrust her hips hard against my finger and she shook a little bit. She screamed so loud I thought that someone was going to come up and knock on the door. Scarlett's Challenge "Fuck me! Fuck me Scarlett!" She screamed at me as she placed a hand on the back of my head. I started to rub deeper, harder and I kept my pace licking her sweet little pussy. She began to squeal and push my face harder into her pussy. I felt like I was hanging on for my life. Suddenly, her entire body became stiff and she shook all over. Her pussy clenched tight over and over again on my finger and then she went limp on the bed. She was panting now and I sat up in front of her. "How was that Cinid?" I asked and she quickly sat up, despite her panting, and kissed me deeply on the mouth, licking her own pussy off of my face. She was almost crying now. "Oh my God Scarlett. That was amazing. Thank you so so much. That was so hot," she said and was laughing. She was also absent mindedly rubbing my nipple and driving me crazy. I groaned and kissed her again. "Want to pay me back?" I asked and she nodded vehemently, "You have to promise to do just this one thing that I ask okay? You have to pay me back?" "Okay," she said a bit warily, but relaxed when I smiled, "What do you want baby?" I didn't respond directly. Instead I just lay down on the pillow. I spread my legs and then bent them back and hooked them under my elbows so that my pussy was straight up in the air. "Lick my little asshole while you finger me," I said. She looked stunned. I wanted her to do this for two reasons. The first was that in order to complete the challenge I had to convince the girl I was fucking to do something nasty. The second, and more important reason, was that I loved when girl's played with my asshole. I loved to get my asshole eaten out. "Really?" she asked and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. I nodded and for a second she looked uncomfortable but then she seemed to warm to the idea. She leaned forward and kissed my pussy once. It was an amazing feeling and I almost changed my mind and asked her to eat me out. But the thought of Kegan kept my mind focused. She paused for a second and then her tongue touched my asshole and my entire body was on fire. My ass was wet from my pussy and she started lapping the juice out of it. "Finger fuck me too baby," I said while I groaned. She put her middle finger against my pussy and rubbed my clit gently. Next she slowly started to slide it into my pussy. She really knew what she was doing in this case; most girls tended to know how to finger a pussy. I was more surprised by how well she took to ass licking. Soon she had lapped up all of the pussy juice and I could feel her warm tongue gently blanketing my asshole. Then she stuck her tongue out rigid and slowly started to insert it into my asshole. She worked her tongue into my ass at the same pace that her finger worked into my pussy. I grabbed her pigtails with my hands and worked her tongue deeper and deeper into my asshole. Soon I was completely out of control. I was rubbing my asshole against her tongue and humping her finger hard. She was groaning and I was shrieking. Suddenly my entire body felt warm and my pussy and asshole tingled. My body trembled and I humped harder than ever. Suddenly my orgasm went to an entirely different level. I was shaking and yanking on Cindi's pig tales and then I collapsed on the bed, panting. Cindi slid up my body and planted her lips on mine. I kissed her deeply and tasted my asshole and pussy on her. She was giggling as I wrapped my legs around her. We kissed for a while, she really seemed to enjoy it. She fell asleep with my body wrapped around her's and I fell asleep to the rhythm of her heartbeat. Chapter 3: Mother's Friend When I got back to the house the next day I immediately told Kegan. To say the least she was shocked. I gave Cindi's panties as proof which she thought was sufficiently gross but she believed me. "Well did you do something nasty? That's part of the challenge too?" she explained and I told her about the cheerleader burying her tongue in my asshole. She seemed to accept this as nasty enough although she couldn't believe that I really had enjoyed it. I was doing well so far. "So what happened after you guys woke up," she asked. I laughed a little. "She was really happy because she had stayed out all night and hopefully scared the shit out of her mom. So I drove her home. She seemed to be in a good mood. Anyway we got to her house and she gave me a kiss and said that maybe we could see each other again. But she assured me she didn't think that she was a lesbian and that she didn't want to date or anything. It was really hard to not act really relieved by that you know. I was terrified I was going to have this cheerleader following me around. Don't get me wrong, she is really hot, but I don't think I am in the mood for that kind of aggravation," I explained. While I had been talking Kegan had gotten on her computer. "Damn," she said. "What?" I asked. She turned the computer around and showed it to me. Cindi was on the screen wearing her cheerleading uniform and smiling. "You weren't kidding," she said. "Where'd you get that?" "It was on the school website," she explained, "Well you got one down now, only four almost impossible missions to go." With that she gave a long, sensuous kiss and I felt my knees get weak. I had thought for a few minutes while I was with Cindi the night before that maybe there were other beautiful girls out there for me. But now, with Kegan kissing me hard on the lips with her hand on my waist, I knew that anyone else would be a mere distraction. I wanted now to quickly get to my next girl. Like Kegan had said, one down four to go. I made a conscious decision about my next mission. The next person I would go after would be my mom's old friend Meredith Hoke. I hadn't seen her in years. Not since my mother had kicked me out of the house. Not that I hadn't been back home at all during that time, it's just I tended to not stay for very long before my mom kicked me out again. I remember Mrs. Hoke being incredibly beautiful and I found it surprising that someone as beautiful and sweet as Mrs. Hoke would want to spend any time at all with my mother. But that is the way things seem to work. Mrs. Hoke was sweet but demure. My mother was a bitch but she was assertive. As a result of this dichotomy, my mother ended up controlling Mrs. Hoke most of the time. I had decided to go after Mrs. Hoke next because I knew that my mother was going to be out of town for the week and that her house would be empty. It helped with my plan that my mother wasn't there and it also decreased the odds of my mother getting in my way at some point. It was the Saturday after my experience with Cindi that I went over to my mother's house. I went over in mid-afternoon. This was a time I figured that Mr. Hoke would likely be at work and that Mrs. Hoke would be sitting around the house, waiting for someone to come over and snatch her up. I pulled my car up into the driveway and got out. I tried my best not to look over at the Hoke's house. I walked up to my mom's door and knocked. I stood there, knowing that no one was going to come to the door. My heart almost jumped out of my throat when in fact the door did open. Standing in the doorway was Mrs. Hoke. "Mrs. Hoke?" I exclaimed and almost fell over. She was taken aback a little as well. "Oh my God!" she said in a pleasant voice, "Scarlett I haven't seen you in ages!" Mrs. Hoke was more beautiful than I remembered. It seemed as though having kids and aging to 43 had caused her to take better care of herself. She had medium length brown hair and brown eyes like before and a kind, delicate face. She didn't look like a mother but instead like a news anchor, older to the point of being distinguished but still sexy. She was tall and elegant, 5'8 and probably around 120lbs. Her breasts were larger, probably as a result of growing older and having children, but they still seemed firm and young. Her legs were graceful looking and she had a beautiful smile on her face. I was immediately glad that Mrs. Hoke had somehow made it on my list. "I know," I said and threw my arms around her in a big hug, "What're you doing here?" "Oh your mother wanted me to get the mail while she was out of town," she explained, bending over and picking up the letters on the floor next to the mail slot and giving me a pretty nice view of her cleavage. "She's out of town?" I said, in mock disappointment. "Oh yes," she said, "she didn't tell you?" I shook my head. I was breaking Kegan's rule about lying, but in this instance I felt it was necessary. "Well. Never mind then, I suppose. It was nice seeing you again," I said and then turned and started walking to my car. She ran down next to me and stopped me. "Hey, why don't you come over to my house and have a cup of coffee or something, no sense in leaving right away. You just got here," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder to get me to stop. "Oh no, I don't want to impose," I said, but everything was working according to plan up to this point, better than according to plan actually. "Believe me, you would not be imposing. It will be nice to have the company of someone who is over the age of 8 for a change. Come on over," she said and moved her head towards her house. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "What the heck," I said and she nodded her head and smiled. We walked across my mother's lawn and then across Mrs. Hoke's lawn and climbed up her stairs, "I really appreciate this Mrs. Hoke, it's very nice of you to let me come in." "Nonsense. Listen to me, I have known you since you were twelve years old. We are old friends. If you can't count on your old friends then who can you count on? Oh, one more thing. Don't call me Mrs. Hoke. You're an adult now. I would appreciate it if you call me Meredith," She said as she opened the door to the sound of little boys running around and making a general racket. "Sure thing, Meredith," I said, feeling awkward in actually saying it but feeling better. I couldn't imagine moaning out "Mrs. Hoke." This dirty thought made smile and pussy tingled a little bit. I had to control myself. I had to remain cool if I wanted to get this done. There might only be this once chance. Meredith and two sons, one was 8 and the other was 6. They were cute little boys and it seemed that they spent most of the day running around, knocking things over, and causing their mother to have a massive headache. She seemed genuinely relieved to have an adult to talk with. She fixed us something to drink and we sat in the kitchen and sipped them slowly and spoke a little. She seemed not to notice anything that the children were doing, but occasionally she would yell something and they would quiet down for a moment or so. She asked me about my job and I asked her how the children were doing. She seemed completely burned out with the kids. I gathered that they were her kids. She had wanted them and she had given birth to them. Her husband seemed to be little more than a sperm donor who came home every night for a free dinner and a place to watch TV. "So why haven't I seen you in years?" she asked, trying to change the subject away from herself. I noticed now that she was a bit haggard. Not in her skin or in her hair, she was meticulously put together and incredibly beautiful. Her eyes, on the other hand, looked worn out and I actually started to feel bad for her. I decided to lay some of my troubles on her. Maybe they would make her feel better about herself. "My mom didn't tell you?" I asked. "No," she said, shaking her head and then leaning back in her chair. She had her legs crossed and she was absent mindedly smoking a cigarette. "She kicked me out right after high school," I said bluntly. Her eyebrows raised and she leaned forward. She was my mother's close friend, but as in any situation, she always wanted the really good dirt on all of her closest friends. "No! She hadn't told me. What was it about?" she asked. Leaning forward conspiratorially. "Well. I guess it was the night I graduated. I came home that night and I was just in the world's best mood you know. I had done something that no one in my family had ever done before. So I decided to tell my mom off about all the stuff she said I would never do and be honest with her. She had said she wasn't going to go to my graduation because she was busy, but when I got home she was sitting in the living room watching TV," I explained and she nodded her head. "So what happened?" "Well I sat down and I told her all of the things that she said about me that were lies. Like when she told me that I was too stupid to graduate or called me a whore and said I'd get pregnant before I turned 18. Then, when it was all finished I told her that I was a lesbian," I explained. Meredith simply froze for a few seconds. "Well..."she said and then paused again for a few seconds. She leaned in even closer, "Was that true?" "Well yeah I mean I wasn't too stupid to graduate and I didn't get pregnant," I said. She laughed a little and this seemed to relax her. "No. The other thing," she said, then briefly turned to yell at the boys to keep it down. "Yeah it's true," I said and she looked at me for a few seconds. I could tell she was thinking something along the lines of 'but she is so pretty' or 'but she is so feminine.' But I was sort of used to this reaction from people a bit older than myself and didn't take any offense or anything. "Do you have a...partner?" "Nope. Kind of a small town here, hard to find other girls with similar... interests," I explained and again she laughed, a little more openly this time. "Well, don't tell your mother I said anything, but I think that it is absolutely rotten of her. You can choose to do whatever you want to do. You are and were an adult," she said. This was actually pretty sweet of her. I had never heard her actually say anything negative about my mother in all the years I knew her, let alone come out and say my mother was wrong about something specific. "Thanks," I replied. I decided that there was nothing more on this vein so I decided to change tacks, "So how is your husband?" "Oh he is fine," she said completely reflexively, "It's actually our anniversary tonight." "Oh that's exciting!" I said and then considered what this meant for my chances and decided to ignore it and press on. "What are you guys going to do?" I asked. "Oh well, Jim usually gets home around 6, so I have a sitter coming over at that point to watch the boys. We are going to go downtown and get something to eat at that new French place and then we are going to see a movie," she said and made it sound like the most exciting thing in the world. Sounded like the most unimaginative date in the history of mankind to me, but that was just me. "Sounds like fun. I have been to that restaurant. It is very good. It's only a couple of blocks from my store," I explained and she seemed very proud of herself. She put out her cigarette and once again yelled at the boys to be quiet, "What did you get him?" "Oh well..." she said and I realized I had hit something fun, "Can we talk about something?" "Sure," I replied and knew for a fact that it was going to be good. "Since the boys were born, my husband and I...we haven't been intimate as much as we had been in the past. I thought at first it was because I was a little out of shape from the pregnancy so I started a little home gym in the basement. I think I have gotten myself back into shape," she said. "You look great!" I said, cutting her off. She blushed a little bit and then pressed on. "Well that didn't help anything. So I have been trying to think of other things that I could do. So I decided this year for my anniversary present I would buy my husband a special present. I got some....lingerie. I bought some really sexy lingerie and I am going to wear it tonight and see if I can, I don't, jumpstart the thing. I don't know if it is going to work, I don't even know if I look good in it," she explained. "I am sure you look great," I said, laying it on thick, but sensing that she liked it that way. "Oh I don't know. I this that maybe it isn't as flattering for my tummy as it could be," she explained and looked down at her toned stomach and rubbed it through her sweater. "Go put it on," I said, "I can tell you how it looks. " "Oh no. I don't know if I can do that," she said, shaking her head and taking a nervous sip from her coffee. "Hey, Meredith. Think about who you are talking to here. I think I would know better than most women how good you look in lingerie. If you know what I mean," I said and winked at her. She relaxed a little and laughed at my joke and I knew she was going to do it. "Alright!" she said and stood up, she was almost giddy now, "I am actually really excited that I can show it to someone." She beckoned me to stand up and follow her and I did as she said. She yelled something at the children and we walked up the stairs to her bedroom. Her house was generally a mess, as you would imagine a house with two little boys would be, but her room was something different altogether. It was a large, clean, and happy little oasis. Meredith pointed towards the bed and I sat down and smoothed out my skirt. She walked over to the nightstand next to her bed and took out a small package. "I'll be right back," she said, taking the package and walking into the bathroom. I scooted back on the bed until my shoulders were resting against the headrest. I crossed my legs in front of me and waited for Meredith to return. She was obviously excited because she was back out just a couple of minutes later and she looked absolutely perfect. Her hair was tied back behind her in a little bun, she was wearing a bra that was just a little bit to small for her large breasts. The bra itself was bright pink on the bottom and pulled her breasts apart. There was black lace on the top of the cups of the bra. The shoulder straps were thin and black but the other straps were pink as well. She was wearing a pink thong from what I could tell and over top of this was a pink and black garter belt. The garter belt was connected to tight black fishnet stockings and she had long, black gloves that came up to her elbows. I could hardly breathe while I looked at her. She spun around once and smiled at me. I couldn't believe how tight her ass was when she spun around. "What do you think? What does my stomach look like?" She asked, staring at me intently. "Perfect," I said and I meant it. I decided to go for it now. I uncrossed my legs and spread them apart. While I did this I flipped my little tartan skirt up and revealed that I was wearing no panties. My pussy was already wet with excitement and I started to gently rub my clit with my fingers. Meredith stopped moving and stared at me intently, her eyes glued to my hairless pussy. While she was mesmerized, I reached up and removed my t-shirt. I quickly unhooked my black bra as well and laid it down on her bed next to my shirt. I returned on hand to my dripping pussy and the other one I used to gently tweak my nipples. I moaned a little bit. This seemed to pull Meredith out of her stupor. "My God Scarlett!," she said, "What the Hell are you doing?" "Don't you ever masturbate Meredith?" I asked and giggled at her. With that I plunged my middle finger into my pussy and kept rubbing my clit with my thumb. I was clawing at my breasts now and my entire body pulsated in a gentle motion. "Why are you doing that?" she said and actually pointed at my pussy. "Oh God! Meredith you are so sexy," I said and I could tell that she was fighting not to act flattered, "Come here baby. I can teach you how to do this. You are so sexy. You don't need someone else to appreciate that to have fun. Come on, I'll show you how to do this and anytime you want to feel sexy you can just do it by yourself." She looked at me for a few seconds and I kept fucking my pussy harder. I couldn't believe how much fun it was to have someone watching me. Finally she acted. Scarlett's Challenge "Okay," she said in a voice barely above a whisper, but she still just stood there next to the bed in her sexy underwear looking at me. I was going to have to guide her. "Okay Meredith," I said, taking my finger out of my pussy, "I want you to sit down on this bed and pit your feet against my feet facing me." She climbed up onto the bed and put her bare feet against the bottoms of mine, they felt a bit cold like she was nervous. "The door is open," she said, pointing to the bedroom door which stood a few inches ajar. "I'll worry about that," I replied and then I took my finger and started rubbing my clit gently again, "Okay Meredith. I want you take you panties and pull them to the side so I can see your pussy," I said. She did as she was told and I saw her shaved pussy with its pink little lips and a large, hard little clit. "Like this?" She asked in a sweet, innocent way and I nodded at her. "Okay now. I want you to take your finger and get it nice and wet with your pussy," she did that, "Okay now take the pad of that finger and rub it gently on your little clitoris. Believe me; once you get started you will know what feels good." She started to circle her clitoris and she was letting out little yelps of pleasure. She looked so cute, bent over watching her finger move over her pussy and seeming to enjoy it. "Oh God Scarlett, this is so wrong," she said and I make a shushing noise and told her to keep going. "No I want you to take that finger and just nice and easy slide it into your pussy," I told her and slowly she complied, "No don't stop playing with your clit. You can use the other hand if you have to," I said. She did this and I started playing with myself again. I had never done any mutual masturbation, but I found that I enjoyed it. It was so sexy to see someone fucking themselves and it was equally sexy to know that they were seeing the same thing. These sorts of thoughts were rushing through my mind when suddenly my pussy started to tingle and I could hear myself starting to moan. I was fucking my pussy very hard with my finger when the orgasm came. Meredith stopped altogether to watch me. My pussy squeezed tight on my finger and slowly my orgasm subsided. "That was really pretty," Meredith told me and I smiled. I got up on my hands and knees and crawled over to her. "Have you really never played with yourself before Meredith," I asked as I put my hand against her pussy lips. She shivered and then smiled at me. "Oh come on Scarlett. That was fun don't ruin it," she said and I knew the answer. She was pretty good at playing innocent, I had to admit that. I leaned forward and kissed her on lips while I stroked her pussy with the back of my hand. She squirmed a little bit but surrendered completely to the kiss. She put her hands on my shoulder and I leaned farther in, sucking her tongue into my mouth and nibbling on it. She seemed to really enjoy this so I did it more. Suddenly, she started to squirm and then she put her hands on my shoulder and pushed me away. "Oh God," She said and her eyes looked hurt, "I am sorry Scarlett. This is wrong. I've known you since you were a girl. Your mother and I are good friends. I am married! My kids are downstairs." As she spoke she became more and more hysterical. She tried to get up from the bed, but I grabbed both of her wrists and held her close. "Meredith," I said and she looked into my eyes, "Relax. I don't want you to run away with me and leave your family and I don't want you to tell my mom about it. I want you to fuck me just one time." She paused for a second and looked at me. "Just once?" she asked after a long pause. I giggled and then leaned forward and started kissing me again. Once again, I gently stroked her soft pussy lips with the back of my hand, getting it wet with her juices. "You still want me to fuck you?" I asked. Now it was her turn to giggle. She paused for a long while. She was fighting something, but I knew I was going to win. "Please," she said and wrapped her arms around me. I had an idea. I put my arms around Meredith and pulled her over onto the bed and rolled her around so that her head was on the pillow. I kissed her again and cupped my hand over her pussy. I then pulled down her bra so that her breasts were exposed and gently began to suck on them. She moaned writhed on the bed and I could feel her pussy dripping onto my hands. I broke contact with her and she lay on the bed, looking at me with desire. I stood up and turned around and then I lay down on top over her in the 69 position. I found myself face to face with her pussy. I breathed her in but before I could start to lick her, she attacked my pussy. She was licking me hard and grabbed my waist and pulled me in. "Oh my God Scarlett, this tastes so good!" she said and I smiled. I always love compliments you know. Now I began to repay the favor, gently licking her pussy in contrast to her hard reaming of my pussy. She was incredibly horny at this point. She stopped licking me and started grinding her pussy into my face. I sucked on her clit while she moaned and bucked. Suddenly there was a crash from downstairs. "You boys be quiet! I am trying to help out Ms. Byrne. If you can't be good then I am going to make you stay at Grandma's tonight when Daddy and I go out!" she yelled at her children. I hadn't stopped sucking her pussy the whole time. Lucky for us the door had been opened. I took this opportunity to plunge my finger deep into her pussy and she came instantly. I rode her body as she arched her back and screamed. She started licking my pussy again and the entire situation was so hot that I started cumming again, grinding my shaved pussy into my mother's best friend's face. Eventually our orgasms subsided and I collapsed on top of her for a few moments. After a long time, I caught my breath and rolled over. I crawled on my hands and knees and lay down next to Meredith while she panted on the bed. "How was that?" I asked her and then gave her a kiss on the cheek. "That was wonderful Scarlett," She said and turned kissed me on the lips. "Happy anniversary," I said and she started to laugh. However, this seemed to remind her of the situation we were in and she sat up and then went back to the bathroom to get changed back into her regular clothes. I too got dressed and then sat down on the bed and waited for her to come out. She walked out still putting earrings back into her ear, suddenly a mother and a wife again and no longer looking like a stripper. I missed the hot stripper. She was all business now too, "Scarlett, I had fun with you this afternoon but I can't ever do this again," she said, suddenly blushing. It was like she had been drunk with lust and was waking up the next morning and realizing the mess she had gotten herself into. "That's fine," I replied. "You aren't going to tell your mother are you?" she asked and I laughed loudly. "No Mrs. Hoke. I got you covered," I said. With that she led me downstairs and to the front door. She told me to feel free to come by anytime and have dinner with her and her husband. It was cute to see her embarrassments and attempts to deal with her actions. "Thanks for the memories Mrs. Hoke," I said to her as I started to turn to walk back to my car. She put her hand on my shoulder and turned me around. She looked around conspiratorially and then gave me a quick peck on the cheek. "You too Scarlett," she said and then gave me a quick wink before quickly walking back into her house and closing the door. Chapter 4: A Friend "I don't think that counts," Kegan said, plopping down on the couch in our apartment. I sat down next to her and clicked the movie on. "Oh come on, it was hard enough getting her into bed. I wasn't going to ask her to do anything kinky," I said. "Well I understand that, but this is going to count against you," she said. "Come on, her kids were just downstairs and I had sex with her on her husbands bed on her anniversary. She called down to her kids and yelled at them while I was eating her out!" I said. I felt like I had an ironclad argument that I deserved some points for the kinkiness of my actions. "Oh wait! She yelled at them while you guys were together?" Kegan asked. "Yeah. I told you that before," I replied. "Well I didn't hear that," She replied, "It counts." "That's what I thought," I said and I gave her a kiss. She kissed back and as I leaned over and pushed her down onto the bed the popcorn fell onto the floor. She laughed and then pushed me back up into a sitting position. "Hey there Scarlett," she said, "You still have three more missions to go before you get paid. Come on, let's watch the movie." I shrugged and then put my arms around her and watched the movie. We went to bed in our separate rooms again that night. She was really starting to drive me crazy. Even as I was fucking other girls, I found that it made me just want her more and more. I felt like we were getting closer as well. She really liked hearing my stories when I came back from a conquest. She was going out less with her friends for movie nights and we even went on a sort of date to the French restaurant that Mrs. Hoke was going to with her husband. I was starting to think that I loved her and that she loved me too. That's why it broke my heart to go my separate ways with her each night. The next day I got a phone call that cheered me up quite a bit. It was a call from my friend Connie Winters. "Hey Scarlett, how're you!" she said in an excited voice. I was happy to hear from her too. "Hey Connie, not too bad. How about you, how was the honeymoon?" I asked, trying to be a good sport. We had been best friends since we were little girls, but I hadn't been invited to the wedding. She didn't even have any sisters. I should've been the maid of honor! But I wasn't going to get all bent out of shape about it. I knew it wasn't her decision. "Oh it was wonderful. I really love the beach!" she said. I knew for a fact that they had gone to a beach in Delaware. For their honeymoon. "Well great! Your mom told me the ceremony was very nice," I said. At the firehouse. "Yeah it was. Hey I am sorry that you weren't invited. You know I really wanted you to be there but Todd was afraid that it might be a little awkward if you were there," she explained. "Why?" I asked, knowing the answer but still not really believing it. "Well you know, you guys date for a while." she explained, obviously feeling uncomfortable. "Yes, we did go out three times in high school before I came out," I said. Todd was a dickhead then and he was a dickhead now. Connie had only married him because she had strenuously believed that it was wrong to have sex before marriage. She was 23 years old and wanted to have sex. So now she was married to Todd. Her last name wasn't even really Winters anymore. It was Schlictman. I decided to drop it. "So do you want to come over and see picture and stuff?" she asked. It was really the last thing on earth I wanted to do, to look at pictures of Todd. However, I had figured I could work on something else so I agreed. I grabbed my big purse and headed for the door. I arrived at the Schlictman abode, a tiny little cottage with four rooms, a few minutes later. Connie was sitting on the front stoop waiting for me. She looked beautiful. She was a short girl just like me; she was 5'3 and weighed about 105lbs. She had short blonde hair in a pageboy cut. She had big blue eyes and a funny shaped nose that was cute on her but wouldn't work with anyone else. She had a long, elegant neck and small, perky breasts. She was very slim and had long, thin legs. Her skin was very fair and despite the fact that she had just spent a honeymoon at the beach, was neither tanned nor burned. She was wearing a white wife beater tank-top with no bra and a pair of boxer shorts; she was wearing flip flops as well. She ran up to me and threw her arms around my shoulder and gave me a huge hug. I could feel her breasts against me and I could feel my body tingle. Despite the fact that Connie was gorgeous and had been forever, I had never before consciously considered having sex with her. She was the homecoming queen in high school and the social butterfly, I was a year ahead of her in school, but she was always the cool one and had probably been the reason I had finally made it off of the JV cheerleading squad my junior year. She had always taken care of me. Maybe that was why I was still angry about her wedding. Anyway, I just hadn't ever thought of her like that. Maybe it was because she was a bit of an airhead. But now I felt the heat from her body against mine and I found myself deeply attracted to her. I could smell her perfume and feel her soft body and I wanted her. But I had to move slowly. "Oh you look great," I said, speaking honestly as our hug broke. "Thanks! So do you," she said and I had to admit, I felt like I looked good today, with my favorite little skirt and a white polo shirt on. "Come on in, look at my new house," she said. And indicated towards the front door with her hand. I followed her as she opened the door. I tried to act excited, but the house was a little wreck. It was in worse shape than my little apartment and at least as small. The living room barely had enough room for a couch and a TV and the kitchen had only a microwave with no real oven. The bedroom was completely filled by the queen sized bed and the wallpaper was peeling. The bathroom had a weird smell that I decided to associate with Todd and the floor was very sticky. I could tell she had tried hard to fix the house up to impress me so I acted impressed. She made some instant coffee and we settled in on the couch. "So how is your store doing?" she asked. I think the idea of being a housewife was unsavory for Connie, but that is what Todd wanted. She was always wondering how my business was doing. Oddly enough, she probably had a better mind for business than I did. She was also always interested in my love life, but I just pretended like nothing new had occurred. "So tell me about the honeymoon!" I said finally, I kind of wanted the details about it. "Oh it was really, really nice. Todd's dad has this little condo near the beach in Delaware and we just went up there and stayed." "Was it on the beach?" "No, it was only like two blocks away though," she replied. I think that she honestly had liked it, so I decided not to get on her about it too much. "So...you waited all this time," I said finally getting obvious for her, "how was the sex?" "Oh my God Scarlett!" she said and then laughed. She was a bit of a prude and always had been. Not just about having sex, but discussing it as well. "Come on, I tell you about all of my sexual adventures." "Yeah against my will," she replied giggling. I just stared at her intently. Eventually she sighed and rolled her eyes, "Fine if you must know. We had sex three times." She said it as though that were the extent of the information that was necessary. "Three times in a week?" I asked and she nodded naively. I was laughing on the inside, but on the outside I was trying to be positive to protect my friend. "Well the first night we had sex and then the next night Todd had a little too much to drink..." She droned on, giving excuses for his poor stamina and inability. "How was it? How big is he? How long did you guys go for?" I said, shifting gears towards performance. Connie was blushing and sipping her disgusting instant coffee. I felt sad. Connie was a very sweet girl and she surely deserved a good deal more than this. "It was really nice," she said unsurely. She hesitated for a bit. But she knew me, she knew I would press her until she answered the other questions, so she just blurted them out, "He is a little small I guess. Like 3" I guess. He didn't last too long either, probably like two minutes or so. But he says that he will get better with practice." I felt even worse for her now. These were her first sexual experience? Does that even count? "Oh," I said. If you can't say anything nice and all that. "It really was nice though Scar," she said and I nodded, "I know you don't like Todd but I love him and I wish you would just get over it!" She was suddenly angry and I was a bit taken by surprise. "Hey back off, I didn't say anything," I replied, "Besides, I have every reason to be angry. We are best friends. I have known you since you were in second grade. I think I have the right to be angry. Hell, I have the obligation to dislike him at this point. And you know what? It wouldn't have been awkward if I had been at your wedding. We went out on two dates when we were freshman. He fucking whipped his dick out in his dad's car at the drive-in and I made him take me home. It was at the very moment that I saw that little penis that I realized that I was gay. That's why he doesn't like me, because I saw his complete lack of manhood in every sense of that word. I should've been there because I love you." By this time, Connie was crying. I felt terrible, but everything I had said needed to be said. I put my arm around her and she cried for a while. "That wasn't the reason he didn't want you there," she said and I was a bit surprised. "What do you mean?" I said. "I said that wasn't why he didn't want you there. It was my fault," she explained. I was entirely confused at this point. "Hon, you need to explain this to me a little bit better because that doesn't make any sense." "He told me about that night at the drive-in a long time ago. I wasn't upset about it and I don't think that he is embarrassed about it anymore or anything," she said. I figured that he still should be, but I kept listening to her, "It was just, well...One night we were talking about stuff. Todd and I. So he was talking about how he thinks that lesbians are hot." "Gross," I said. Usually, I don't mind if guys think two girls together is hot. I tend to agree with them. But not Todd. "Anyway. He made me tell him what girl I would be with if I was going to be with any girl. Anyway, I couldn't think of anyone because I am not gay. But I said you. I said you because I care about you and it's true. If I had to be with a girl I would be with you because I love you," she said. I was dumbstruck. There was something so incredibly sweet about Connie and I couldn't believe how flattered I felt, "But anyway, he thought that there was more to it than that because you are a lesbian. I think he was afraid that I was like unconsciously into you or something and he didn't want you to be at the wedding. But you see, it was my fault. I should've just said a celebrity or something and then he wouldn't have worried about it." "Connie, listen I am sorry," I said and put my arms around her in a big hug. We hugged for a while. When we broke the hug I addressed her in a serious voice, "I want you to know three things. First, I am not mad at you for not inviting me. I never ever blamed you and I was never angry at you. Second, it wasn't your fault, Todd was being a dick. He really shouldn't have held what you said against you and he certainly shouldn't have held it against me. Third, Connie I love you and I want to be your best friend forever, so I won't ever let Todd get in between us, okay?" She was crying again, but I think it was because she was happy this. Time, eventually, she got herself under control and she gave me another big hug. "Thanks Scarlett," she said and I waved it off. We generally didn't have a lot of emotional moments between us and we both felt a little bit uncomfortable. I decided to break the ice. "So his dick is still tiny?" I asked and she took the opportunity to laugh. "Yeah I guess so," she said, "I couldn't even tell when it was in." That sent me into a gale of giggles. I was rolling around on the floor and Connie was begging me to be nice. I apologized after I was able to get myself under control. Scarlett's Challenge "Well why does a dick matter anyway?" she asked. I loved to hear her say dirty words, "After all, you're a lesbian. You don't do anything with dicks at all." She thought that this was pretty clever, but it played right into my hands. "You'd think that, but you'd be wrong." I replied and she looked confused. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I'll show you," I went over to the door and found my purse and brought it over. I reached inside and pulled out something I had just purchased a few days before. It was a strap-on dildo. I had a little belt and then also some straps to your legs into and also had an 8inch translucent pink cock attached to it. I had never used one before and never had one used on me either, but I had always been curious. Now that my love life was in a completely different stratosphere, I decided to finally go through with it and buy one. It was really a pretty item and Connie was staring at it intently with a look I had never seen her possess before. Her blue eyes were the size of saucers. "You use that thing?" she finally asked. "I can," I said, deciding not to lie but not to tell the truth as well, "Want me to put it on?" She put her hand over her mouth and giggled but she nodded her head. I stepped into the legs hole and then pulled it up and strapped it around my waist. When I was done with that, I fixed my skirt so that it hung down over the cock, allowing just a little bit of pink to poke out, pushing the skirt up. Connie was roaring with laughter at this point. I put my hands on my hips and smiled, my cock was jiggling around a little bit and Connie really seemed to think it was funny. "It looks...nice," she said as her laughter subsided. "You are just jealous," I retorted and she nodded in mock agreement. I walked over until I was in front of her and she flicked it with her finger, "Hey!" "Sorry," she said, but in a serious sort of way. She was really looking at it now. I was surprised. Then I realized that here was Connie. 23-years-old, attached to a man for the rest of her life who couldn't pleasure a fly, and here was a gigantic dick staring her in the face. She was embarrassed, but she was engrossed. I decided not to speak, but just to watch and see how this developed. Connie lifted her right hand and touched the cock again, this time wrapping her hand around it. She looked up at me. "This was more like what I was expecting I guess," she said in a sorrowful sort of way and I honestly felt for her. "Yeah, I guess so," I said, unable to come up with something more comforting. "You know what I always wanted to do?" She asked, I shrugged my shoulders. "I always thought it would be fun to give a blowjob" I was a bit shocked at this. That had the least appeal to me of anything in the known universe and I was under the impression that most straight girls just did it because they felt compelled to. I didn't think that anyone, let alone virginal little Connie wanted to do something like that. "I just like the idea of taking part of someone I loved into my mouth and getting all of those senses in one. You know, taste, touch, smell and stuff." "Oh, I see," I said. "Todd doesn't want me to do it though," she explained. I was shocked again; I was starting to think that Todd was some sort of bizarre and sad pervert. "You know everyone thinks I am this good girl you know. Like just because I never had sex meant that I didn't think about it and didn't want it. Like I was a weirdo or something. But it wasn't like that. I thought about it a lot. As much as anyone I guess. I just wanted to wait. I thought it would be better if I waited. I didn't think it would be so...disappointing." Her eyes never left the pink cock as she spoke. There were little tears in her eyes and she was a pathetic sight. "Go ahead," I said suddenly. "What?" she said, looking up at me. "I can always use a blowjob," I replied and she couldn't help but a giggle. She looked at the cock and then shook her head, embarrassed. "No, I can't," she said. "Why not? It's just rubber. I am just standing her. If you always wanted to try, give it a try. I know the taste and smell and feel won't be quite right, but it will be something," I said. She seemed to consider it for a moment and then decided to go for it. Connie took the makeshift cock in her right hand and opened her mouth and took the tip into her mouth. She looked up at me from there and smiled around the cock. She started taking the cock farther and farther into her mouth. I couldn't believe it. The cock was quickly sliding down the length of Connie's throat. Before I knew it, Connie's nose was rubbing against my lower stomach and the entire dildo was in her throat. She moved the cock in and out of throat for a few minutes, really seeming to enjoy it. I knew for a fact that guys would love this sort of thing. Too bad for them Connie was locked up with dumbass Todd. Finally, Connie took the dildo out of her mouth and giggled as a thin string of saliva connected her lower lip to the cock. She looked up at me, "Thanks Scarlett. I know I am a little weird, but I wanted to see if I could do that," she said. "It's fine," I said. I sat down on the couch and she sat down next to me. I decided to keep the dildo strapped on, so she didn't stop thinking about it. "Do you think Todd doesn't like me or something?" she asked. I rolled my eyes. This was not a promising place for this conversation to head. "Forget Todd. We'll worry about Todd later. Tell me, when you were daydreaming about giving a blowjob, did you ever day dream about feeling the cock when you were having sex? Or were those three events on your honeymoon the fulfillment of a girlhood fantasy?" I asked and to my surprise she neither laughed nor got upset, she answered in a very matter of fact fashion. "No. That really wasn't what I was expecting," she replied. She was looking at me now in a helpless fashion. She knew that something was wrong but she didn't know how to fix it and I felt bad for her. Luckily for her, I knew just what to do. "Do you want to know how it was supposed to feel?" I asked. "What do you mean?" She asked. I sensed that maybe she knew what I was going for but that she was too nervous to believe it. "Let me show you what sex is supposed to be like. You have waited long enough," I replied. She was silent for a while. She refused to speak for the rest of the time we were together. She kept her eyes and ears and heart open, but her mouth was closed. She got up from the couch and slinked back towards her bedroom. Dropping her boxers and her tank top as she went. I was standing behind her, looking at her cute butt and slim hips. She turned around once she reached the bedroom. Her breasts were small but cute. Her nipples were pink little points that look sexy perched on top of the tiny little dewdrop shaped tits. Her stomach was as flat as ever and I noticed that she had a small, blonde bush that was well maintained and a little, pink pussy that made my heart flip in my chest. She waved for me to enter. I followed after her, taking off my polo shirt and dropping it on the floor. I was wearing a pink bra but I decided to leave it on for now. Connie laid down on her marriage bed and I jumped on next to her. We lay next to one another for a minute. Looking into each other's eyes. Her's were so beautiful and so earnest. I closed my eyes and leaned it. I felt my lips graze her and then I felt her tongue against my teeth. She was not in the mood for a slow, sweet start it seemed. I realized that she was essentially a 23-year old virgin and desperate to get laid so I didn't fight her on it. I kissed her again and then rolled over on top of her. My chest was on her stomach and I started licking her nipples. She moaned a little and arched her back but still she wouldn't speak. I sucked on one nipple and played with the other with my fingers and then I would switch. I carefully took my over hand and touched her pussy lightly. She was absolutely soaked and her body seemed to pulled towards me as my fingers grazed her. I slid up so that I could kiss her. She kissed back hard and ground her body against me. I decided to stop teasing. "Okay Con. We need to be careful I don't want to hurt you," I said. I positioned the dildo against her tight pink pussy lips and gently guided the first inch or two into her. She squealed a little bit but kept pushing for more. I was surprised by how quickly she was able to take it. She was obviously very tight, but seemed to really need that big cock inside of her. We pushed together, inch my inch my strap-on slid closer and closer to being completely inside of her body. With a low, guttural moan, Connie took the last bit on my dildo into her body. Despite the fact that I was on top, Connie was doing most of the work. She was pushing her hips hard into the cock and moaning while she worked. With one hand she was balancing herself and with the other one, she was rubbing my tits. I couldn't believe she had never done it before. It was an amazing feeling as she rolled my little nipples between her finger. I was also really enjoying the way the back of the dildo rubbed against my clit through my panties. I found myself moaning a bit while she fucked the dildo hard. We fucked like this for a long time and I was amazed by her stamina. I was really impressed when she started to suck on my nipples. She was so good at it, like she had been born to do it. Eventually, I took her legs in my hands while I was fucking her. I pushed them high in the air and fucked her hard. She was moaning hard and obviously enjoying it. Then, to my amazement. She took both of her legs in her on hands, gave me a deep kiss, and then started to pull them back. She had always been an amazing cheerleader and one of the reasons for this was the fact that she was so incredibly limber. Now I saw her put both of her legs behind her head and lock them there. It was so sexy the way it stretched her pussy wide open and it allowed me to push my dildo in harder. She was screaming now in pleasure and still trying her best to thrust her hips against my fake cock. I couldn't take it any longer. I slowly pulled the cock out of her pussy and she let out a sigh. I slid down her body so that I was lying on my stomach in front of her pussy. I could smell the sweet scent of pussy in her trimmed hair. It was so sexy, thrust forward by her legs. I grabbed her hips and pulled her in, my lips finally making contact with her tight little pussy. Her entire body was shaking now as I slipped two fingers into her cunt while I sucked hard on her clitoris. She rubbed my face in her pussy, using her hands to thrust into me. I kept sucking and fingering her quickly and forcefully. She was screaming now at the top of her lungs. Suddenly, her entire body tensed up and a huge orgasm surged through her body. At that moment she suddenly ejaculated. I had never seen a female ejaculation before but it was beautiful. Thick, clear liquid shot out of her pussy in this spurts and landed in my face and hair. I opened my mouth and took the salty, delicious liquid into my mouth. I swallowed two mouthfuls before she finally slipped her legs back from behind her head and relaxed on the bed, her orgasm subsiding. She giggled at me. I crawled up her body on my hands and knees letting my nipples gently run along the length of her body. I stopped when my nipples were on top of her and my fake cock was against her leg. We kissed and I let a small amount of her delicious liquid into her mouth and she drank it down. She then helped me clean my face by licking me gently. When she was done she pointed towards the shower so that I could clean up my hair and face. I took off my dildo and then my skirt and panties and went into the bathroom. I was still so horny, but I decided I would do what Connie wanted. I showered quickly, just passing the soap over my body and face and then washing my hair as quickly as I could. I pushed the shower current away and stepped out of it. Connie was standing in front of me with the dildo strapped to her body and a shy looked on her face. I walked over to her acted like I was going to kiss her, my wet body touching hers. Then I quickly turned around and put my ass against her fake cock. It turned my head and kissed her deeply. I then bent forward and put my hands on toilet lid. I waved my ass in the air at Connie. She quickly figured out what she was supposed to do. She grabbed my hips on either side and then slowly worked the big dildo into my pussy. I didn't have much experience with objects in my pussy bigger than a finger, so I was tight and it was a bit painful but it felt so incredibly good that I found myself thrusting into her. Soon, the entire cock was inside of me, pushing against my insides and caressing the inner walls of womb. She fucked slowly, but with power and ability. Again, I was impressed by her natural skill. I was already incredibly horny and the entire situation was so hot. I mean I was getting fucked by a girl I had known most of my life, a girl who was essentially a virgin. It was almost like fucking my younger sister or something. This thought sent me over the edge. I had a powerful orgasm and my legs went weak. I fell onto the bathroom floor, panting hard while the plastic cock popped out of my pussy. Connie got down on her knees next to me and draped her arms over my shoulder and held me. Slowly we stood and walked back over to the bed and plopped down on it. For the first time in a very long time she spoke. "That was kind of what I was expecting," she said and smiled. I looked over and kissed her. Chapter 5: The Zealot "So what was the name of that girl in charge of the campus ministry?" I asked Kegan later that afternoon as we made ourselves dinner. I was making the noodles and the pasta sauce and Kegan was in charge of the garlic bread and the veggies. We worked well as a team, usually finishing preparing for a meal a lot faster than it used to take me before I had a roommate. "Why?" she asked, "I thought you said you were going for that married friend of your first." She said this as she swore at the garlic bread for burning. She was a bit of a perfectionist, which was good because I was anything but. "Well maybe I already took care of that," I said. She dropped the garlic bread on the table and then turned and looked at me, raising her eyebrows. I laughed. "Well?" she said. I told her the whole story. All of the details and movements. I could tell it was exciting her. It seemed to me that the better I did at these little challenges the more excited she became. I knew that when this first started it was about 1/3 a joke, 1/3 her knowing and hoping I couldn't do it, and about 1/3 curiosity about it I could. It seemed to me that each time I told that I was closer, she became more and more excited. I almost felt like she was rooting for me to do it now. "Well, what happened after you guys laid down on the bed?" she asked. "So after that we just kind of kissed and stuff for a while, like winding down you know. Then we got dressed and she made me another terrible cup of coffee. I told her once and only once that she should leave Todd because he wasn't ever going to make her happy. She was kind of none committal and then she said that she had to go over to her mother's for a while and invited me to come with her. I told her I had to get home and get ready for a date. I really wanted her to feel bad. I know that sounds awful, but I wanted her to realize that there is more to life out there than Todd. I am going out on a date, why is she just sitting in her crappy house," I explained. "Are you?" Kegan asked, stirring my spaghetti once. "Am I what?" I asked. "On a date tonight?" she said and then looked at me with the spoon against her lips, gently blowing on a noodle and then testing its softness, "Needs a few more minutes." "I guess I am," I said and I gave her a kiss. She kissed me back. We ate dinner and then went out to a play on campus that she had to see for extra credit and never once did she challenge the contention that we were on a date. That night she slept in my bed. We didn't do anything besides kiss, but from that night on she would sleep there in her cute little pajama pants and tank-tops and I would hold her in my arms while we slept. The next morning she woke up before me and got to class. I woke up and got a shower. When I went back to get changed for work I noticed that there was a note sitting my dresser. I read it and smiled to myself, "Tori Miller is the girl. Campus Baptist Action Committee meets tonight at 8:00 p.m. in Fipton Hall. Good luck. Love, Kegan." I was very impressed with that last bit. That night I drove over to the campus. I always felt weird when I was there because part of me felt cheated out of never having a chance to go there and part of me felt a little superior to the people who went there because I was doing so well without the benefits of a college education. It took me a few minutes to find Fipton Hall but when I did I found that it was a single large auditorium. I was there at exactly eight and there were only a few students. The university was a liberal arts college with some colorful 1960's history. I was surprised there was a conservative Christian group at all, but it appeared as though there was a small die hard group. It didn't take me long to figure out who Tori was. That Kegan was a real piece of work setting me up with this mess. Tori Miller was very, very sexy. She was even prettier by comparison. Most of the girls there were chubby and the ones that weren't were little trolls. She was tall, probably 5'9 and around 115lbs. She had long red hair in a ponytail and brown eyes. She had the natural good looks of a country girl, but with an edge. She had large breasts, probably C-cups on her small frame. She had an intensity about her that was magnet. Even when she began to speak and said things that made my skin crawl, I still wanted her. I sat down near the back and wait. It quickly became apparent that Tori ran the show and everyone else was just there to watch. "Good evening everyone," she said in a slightly southern drawl which was intoxicating, "Let's start the meeting out with a prayer." We all recited the Lord's Prayer and then the secretary read the minutes from the previous meeting and then some minor budgetary issues were cleared up and I was pretty sure I was going to fall asleep, but then Tori grabbed the podium. "Alright everyone, I am not going to take up a lot of time tonight. We all want to get home tonight and watch the mayoral debates," she said and I couldn't believe that she was serious, "I just want to say one thing really quick. There currently an ordinance being debated down at city hall. It hasn't gotten a lot of press, but it could have huge consequences for us as citizens and for the world as a whole. The city hall is gearing up to decide whether or not to allow the issuance of civil union licenses to same sex couples." She paused for a moment for emphasis. This was news to me; I thought it sounded like a sweet idea. "As well I know, no higher authority than the Lord himself has made his position on this issue very clear. Gays are wrong. What they do is disgusting and it is an abomination. I am not going to come out here and say that all gay people are evil or that they are all necessarily bad people. There are some of them who are just confused. They don't know that by fornicating with people of the same sex, they are putting their immortal souls in danger. They don't realize that what they are doing is evil and that it degrades the gifts that God has given to us. Our bodies are not playgrounds. They are temples for the creation of more soldiers of God. I don't want to talk anymore about this, because I know that if I do I am going to either cry or yell. I just...I just had to say something amongst people who understand. I can't say this in class, my liberal professors will mark down my grades for simply stating the proven fact that gay marriage is bad for families and bad for America. Thank you," She said and then sat down. The crowd, small as it was, erupted in applause and Tori stood and waved briefly, offering a winning smile and then sat again. She moved, sounded, and acted like a future congresswoman from Alabama.