3 comments/ 16883 views/ 3 favorites Lovely Cries by a Songbird By: spellofasiren Author's notes: This is a second minor editing revision of my original submission. Very little in the actual story was changed. A few more points were clarified. A couple of errors corrected. A second chapter will be following very shortly :) ************************ Jacqueline Blackwell still could not believe the events of the past couple of months. Her sophomore year of college had begun innocently enough. She had returned to school in early August of the previous year and been treated to a new roommate. Oddly, the two girls became close. Leah Kohl Sundstrom was a blond beauty who stood about 5'4" with liquid blue eyes and a 34c bust. Of course at the time, Jacqueline had shown little interest in Leah. She had always considered herself straight. During high school she had dated a number of guys. She had lost her virginity at sixteen and never looked back. By the time her senior year rolled in she had been with her fair share of guys, though she did not consider herself a slut. It was during this time that she began to look at her peers a little differently. These thoughts horrified her at the time. Still, she could not help but stare a little longer in the locker-room before or after cheerleading and, or during swim meets and practice. By the time college had entered the picture these thoughts had mostly left her. The dreams involving girls happened at a less frequent rate. This was probably lessened by two factors. First, she had become an avid masturbator between her high school graduation and her first semester away from college. What she had always deemed a boring and pointless experience had turned very pleasurable for her. No longer did it take her some thirty odd minutes to reach orgasm. Instead, she could now climax in well under ten minutes. Even better, she was now at least semi multi-orgasmic. She had read somewhere, likely on a website that the proper definition was sequential orgasmic, though she didn't really care. At the very least it allowed her to climax multiple times during a session. This was a new experience for her. In the past, right after an orgasm her clitoris would become hypersensitive. On the rare occasion that she was still aroused, she would have to wait (for her routine recovery period). This usually took about twenty minutes. On the off chance that she was still aroused at that point, she was usually treated to a very underwhelming experience an orgasm that just sort of squeaked out. This began to change her senior year in high school, oddly enough just after her eighteenth birthday. The change was slow in coming, however. Her first sign that her body was changing was a decrease in the time that she needed to recover between climaxes. What had been thirty or so minutes eventually became only a few minutes. While she did not masturbate with any regular frequency, she did at times (after a hot date) that often led nowhere. What she discovered was she could have two orgasms within a session. The first orgasm was usually followed by a period of only minutes in which her clitoris was hypersensitive. A typical scenario involved her pleasuring herself in the shower to climax. Upon exiting she would return to her bedroom. Here the urge would hit her again and she would finger herself off in bed. An alternate scenario involved lying in bed and working herself up to an orgasm, taking a short breather and then continuing onward to a second climax. What had been strange at the time was that she could only climax twice after that she sort of lost the urge because she would become less tense down below and no matter how much stimulation was provided she was unable to climax a third time. This all changed for her after graduation. It had been a typical boring day. She had been lying out on the deck of the family pool. Her period had recently ended and she felt more than a little horny. This was probably because she had not relieved herself in well over two weeks, the last time that she had seen her boyfriend. The two had broken up that night. That night she would try to lighten the tension. However, following her first climax, she found that her clitoris remained only hypersensitive for about a minute after the orgasm. That night her fingers gave out after her third climax and while resting she noticed that she was still vaguely aroused. By the end of the summer she had set a personal best of four orgasms in one session through the use of her favorite vibe, the kind that was designed purely for clit stimulation, and had to be plugged into a wall outlet. Second, she met a guy her first semester away from home. He had entered her life by way of history 101. She of course did not believe in love at first sight, though she did believe in lust at first sight. The two began to have sex on a regular basis, often a few times a week. This still gave her time for her studies and the swim team. While sex was never as good as masturbation, she did become very orgasmic. Often during a session between the two of them she would have two orgasms. Usually he would eat her out and then during the actual act of intercourse she would climax a second time. This, however, was nothing like the marathon sessions she was capable of during self pleasure. Since college, she had begun to use a vibrator with regular frequency. This was mostly to make sure that during the short periods that she was alone in her dorm room that she had enough stimulation to climax and not experience any flame outs. What she discovered was that a vibrator could be both quite and intense. The stimulation from her trusty pocket rocket was unusually enough to send her into orbit. Further, unlike the plug-in variety, she was not numb for a day or two after "heavy use." Often during these sessions, on a Saturday afternoon, while her roommate was away at cheerleading practice she was able to have half a dozen orgasms if she wanted, though she often retired well before that. Unlike her ability to experience pleasure, her sexuality had not been in question for well over two years when she slowly began to shift. She could never pinpoint the day, but it was during a week in early November of her sophomore year. She had been in a bit of a rough spot. She had not had any sex in about a month. Worse, she had not had a privacy to take the matter into her own hands. Instead, for the last couple of days she had remained at a heightened state. She had become unbelievable aroused. It was sometime during this time frame that she began to notice girls again. Once it reached a critical mass, it invaded her subconscious and this led to a few uncomfortable dreams. Her focus shifted from her current boyfriend, who shall remain nameless and onto a girl that she had in her psychology class. Amanda Baker was a raven haired beauty with hair that almost reached her buttocks, sparkling green eyes and a fabulous, mischievous smile. What, however, put a moistening feeling in Jacqueline's panties were her tight booty and 36d bust. Why she had been drawn to her and not some of the other voluptuous girls in her psychology class was that Amanda was an outed lesbian. She claimed to not even be the slightest bit bi. This struck Jacqueline as strange. She had always pictured the typical lesbian somewhere between a bull Dyke and a tomboy. This girl, however, was a very feminine looking woman that had all the typical assets that boys lusted after. After class she often would watch her make out with her girlfriend. The two were very public about their affections. Oddly enough, this seemed to turn the guys on around them. The two would often be seen on campus holding hands. At times they would publicly make out. It almost seemed like a kind of exhibitionism to her. They were show casing their sexuality. On the few occasions the two would just make it into class looking like they had recently been involved in a whole lot more than just making out. Her chance with Amanda would never come, however. She was too embarrassed to even come on to her. It was probably for the better. Her semester long experience with her led her to come to the conclusion that Amanda was a one girl, hopeless romantic. While she did see the two of them look at other girls from time to time, she knew that they were only serious about each other. Her chance would come after returning from winter break. That is when her roommate introduced her to a friend. A girl who had lived down the hall from them during her freshman year, but had since moved into another residence. Her name was Selena Hall. It, however, was not her, but rather her roommate, Jessica Jones that caught Jacqueline's eye. What had attracted was not her looks, though she was not hard up in that department with her raven hair and sparkling blue eyes, nor was it her sexuality. While her roommate had hinted at Jessica's bi-sexuality, it had been very difficult to discern given how reserved the girl was. No, what had really got Jacqueline to fall head over heals on their first meaning was her demeanor. It was a personality that was hard to place. She was not aggressive, nor passive, but assertive and passionate about what she believed in. At the moment, this translated into her seeking a degree in International Studies, but Jacqueline could see how this would translate well for her in anything or one that she pursued. This she believed had been put to the test when she sought diplomacy with her roommate Selena Hall. Selena had been raised in a protestant family. A deeply religious one at that. Jacqueline had initially believed that this made them strange bedfellows as roommates. She, however, would discover through her own roommate, Leah, that was not the case. Her own prejudice had been on display. The truth was that Selena and Jessica had gotten along fine since day one. It was during a conversation one night that Jacqueline learned that Selena's own sister was a homosexual. She had come out during her early teens. The family had quickly accepted her sexual orientation and the matter was dropped. At the present moment her older sister, Janet was living out in Marine with her girlfriend of eight years. The two were both college graduates. Janet was a psychologist, while her girlfriend, Celina Drake, was an architect. No sooner than three weeks into the semester did she get her chance to confide her feelings in a very open dialog with Jessica. It was mid February. The girls had gotten back from a night on the town. They had been out drinking, though neither was drunk. Still, it was a bit risky given that both her under 21. With her roommate Selena out of town for the weekend, Jessica had planned to stay the night at Jacqueline's. The symmetry had been perfect. Her own roommate, Leah was spending the night, though not weekend with her boyfriend. That evening the two girls spent most of the early night reminiscing and getting "wet." They discussed various sexual fantasies. It was during this time that Jessica explained in some detail what it was like to be with a girl, though she kept it vague. The best part to her was the emotional connection that she could share with another female. It didn't hurt that a girl could go multiple rounds without a down period. That night the two girls would share various self pleasure techniques in conversation. Both girls had talked about some unique fingering methods and the need to occasionally hump a pillow. Jacqueline had concluded that her two favorite methods were the shower-head spray and her trusty pocket rocket. For Jessica, however, she preferred a toy called the rabbit, a toy that oddly enough Jacqueline had never even heard of. Jessica began to describe it as a dual purpose vibe. It was inserted, though it provided a clitoris simulator. Still puzzled, Jessica got up and returned from a quick trip to her backpack with the rabbit style vibrator in hand. It was as she described. It looked like a classical vibrator, though the penis module was ribbed with an interior lining of beads. Attached, on the outside was a rabbit ear like vestige that hung off the top of the toy. The girls paused. Both were a little too embarrassed to go on. Finally, Jacqueline broke the ice. "Maybe you should give me a demonstration." It wasn't really worded as a question, but rather a statement spoken by a girl who had a little too much to drink and was also incredibly horny. Jessica blushed a little at the utterance. She quickly realized that she had embarrassed her new friend. Not wanting the conversation to end she uttered without thinking, "I am straight, remember, I am just curious how it works is all." Another awkward moment of silence passed between the two of them. "You know I would but the vibrations from this little fellow are pretty intense, I would probably climax within a few minutes and I am very orgasmic, I wouldn't want to make you jealous." Jacqueline detected a hint of sarcasm in the last phrase; however, it had been slow in coming because it had aroused her and sent a chill down her spine. Now all she could picture was in friend going at it with the toy that she now collapsed in her hand. She flushed a little at the thought. "I'll let you borrow my Macbook if you show me?" Jacqueline knew she was a bit of a computer junkie. Her father and mother for Christmas had gotten her a Macbook and an iPhone. Her friend seemed to think about that for a moment. She than shook her head no. A smile crossed her face. "That is a little tempting but I think you would probably let me borrow it anyway." This was true. Thinking again, she came up with a wicked proposal. "You know I've got an idea." Pause. "You know that black dress you saw in my closet..." Jessica cut her off. "I know, it looks sexy as hell, but no I still don't think it is a fair trade." It was obvious by the way that Jessica clutched at the device that she was only looking for the right reason to justify a bit of exhibitionism. More silence. She saw Jacqueline sort of shake her head. "You didn't let me finish girl, how about if I wore it out with you on a.. well.. a date." She watched as the gaze on her friend turned from puzzlement to that of a deer trapped in the oncoming headlights of a car. The headlights being of her breasts. Taking notice, she wiggled her hips for effect. "I didn't think you were into girls?" was her only response. She thought about this for a second. "I not really, though I am curious and maybe with me along we could scope you out a new girlfriend." What she suggested was tag dating. "Okay..." came her numb response. She tried not to jump for joy and keep her emotions in check. A pause followed and then a less than coy inquired, "How about tomorrow night?" Jessica's only response was to just shrug. The two had brief eye contact. "Now strip girl." Lying back, on the bed, she watched as Jessica slowly unbuttoned her jeans. Slipping them down, she kicked them off in the very next motion. Underneath she had been wearing a black pair of panties of the cotton variety and bikini cut. It was than that she reached for her vibrator. This disappointed Jacqueline a little because it meant that her friend had no intention of fully stripping. She was proven right, when her friend went to her backpack and got a little lube. Spreading it on the toy, she than carefully slip a hand inside as to not show too much and lubed up her lower region. Back on the bed a moment or two later, she rested her body up against a few propped up pillows which were placed in front of the headboard. Lying down, she moved the panties to the side and gave Jacqueline a glimpse of the v-trim of her pussy hair. This sent another chill down Jacqueline's spine and she distinctly felt dramatically wetter now. Carefully working the vibe into her cunt, she proceeded to rest the rabbit ears on her clitoral mound. Switching the vibrator on, she tensed her body a little and closed her eyes. Another long moment of silence fell between them. This time, Jessica spoke up. "I don't plan on going all the way, just enough to show you how I use it." So there Jacqueline was with the girl who was very "bi" and she had a deep attraction for. This girl was on her bed and doing of all things, masturbating. As she began to describe how she used the toy, however, it fell on deaf ears. The last she heard Jessica was describing how wonderful the pearl beads felt as they worked their way in and out of her lovely tunnel. She was too taken back by the sight to concentrate. She almost felt like telling her to shut-up and enjoy the moment. Worse, she had an overwhelming urge to kiss and touch her. This made her uncomfortable. Instead of leaving, she walked over and opened her closet. This was seemingly odd behavior. However, at the time she believed she was giving her friend some privacy. She had seen more than enough to get the generally idea of how she used the device. Still, her couldn't help but look back. Her eyes seemed drawn to Jessica. Finding a pair of soccer shorts and a tee-shirt, she than began to strip. This started with her sweater, following this were her jeans. This left her wearing a white racer-back bra and a pair of Jockey micro-fiber, white bikini cut undies. When she turned around a second time she noticed that Jessica seemed to be in her own world. Apparently based on the sounds coming from her lungs, she had given up any pretext of her shared vibrator exploits being a demonstration. Instead, she seemed to be tensing as if she expected to climax soon. True enough to her word; it had been only about six minutes. She had only enough time to slip on the shorts before Jessica arrived at her destination. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. She squeezed her eyes tight together and tensed as her lower region of her body spasmed with pleasure. Standing in front of the bed with her shirt still in hand, she watched as her new friend came down slowly from the intense climax. Her breathing only returned to normal for a momentary pause. What followed was hard for Jacqueline to describe. Her body seemed to relax, it almost hummed and then without too much foreshadowing she went over with a bang again. This time it seemed like a series of small quakes. She probably had three or four in all. The final one was the most intense of these episodes. What surprised Jacqueline was that Jessica did not pause between climaxes. It almost looked like she was riding a roller coaster and went from peak to valley to peak within a couple seconds. Afterward, while recovering she tried burying her face under a pillow. Jacqueline would have none of that, however. Taking the pillow away, she forced her friend to remain in the situation. It was obvious that she was embarrassed, though by no means mortified. There was something in her eyes; she almost seemed to be growing more confident with each passing second. At this point, Jacqueline began to wonder if her own itch was becoming visible. Her only sudden realization was that she was glad she was not a guy in this situation. She would have had a very visible hard-on instead of the intense throbbing, mild wetness that was spreading between her legs. Her friend was now smiling. "I think you owe me a date," A glimmer of a smile reached her lips... "Maybe a couple of them." Both girls giggled a little at her bold statement. "Let me think on that was Jacqueline's only response." She than announced that she was going to take a shower. She offered to clean off her toy. Oddly, Jessica accepted, probably because at the moment she was a little to weak to get up. Wrapping her toy in a towel, she excused herself to the bathroom down the hall. Upon entering it, she found it empty sans two girls in the bathroom stall area. Just prior to entering the shower, she rinsed off Jessica's toy. She had actually planned on giving it a spin herself, though now she felt that would probably not be appropriate for a number of reasons. Instead, she wrapped the toy back up and placed it with her fresh change of clothing. Stripping, she quickly entered the shower and did a warm rinse down. She again, was tempted to relieve a little tension but decided against it given how public the area was. Lovely Cries by a Songbird Ch. 02 Author's notes: This is the sequel to the first chapter. I know that it has been a long time in coming, and I am sorry for the delay. It is a supplementary chapter that focuses mostly on the beginning of a relationship between Jessica and Jacqueline. I should probably forewarn you that there is not a lot of sex involved in this chapter. I plan to have the third chapter out by the beginning of September. Again, I am really sorry for the delay. ************************ Needless to say, her sleep that night was not all that restful. Jacqueline had drifted off soon enough after her head had made contact with the pillow upon returning from the bathroom, but since her first wake up about an hour afterward, the night had turned into a bit of a struggle. When she wasn't tossing and turning to find a more comfortable position to lie in, she found herself on the verge of falling back to sleep, but just couldn't seem to doze off again. Becoming frustrated, she ever so carefully sat up in bed. It didn't really matter though because Jessica was dead to the world at that moment in time. Jacqueline could hear her friend's heavy breathing from the back of her ear. She wasn't snoring. It was actually cute. The noise escaping her was almost a content purr. Still, she didn't want to take a chance of waking her friend after her ordeal early that night. So ever so carefully, she shifted her body over with the palms of her hands controlling the movement until she found herself hanging off the edge of the bed. With a forward motion her feet hit the plush carpet below and a tingling sensation went through her toes as she tried to gain her balance. For a moment she felt awkward as she moved forward and almost lost her balance. It seemed that the art of walking had briefly escaped her. A bit of a squeak had made its way up her diaphragm and out her mouth. The noise had been mostly suppressed, but as she regained her footing, she looked back at her friend. Jessica had shifted in position a bit. It was a bit of an obscene display really. She was still in her panties and bra. Her legs while mostly flat were slightly spread. Her arms were sprawled out. One was in an L angle above her head, while the other was just pointing out at an acute "angle" from her side. What caught her eye, however, was that her back was not entirely flat. Looking closer, she saw that Jessica had fallen asleep on the side of the blanket underneath her. It had the effect of arching her back a bit and pushing out her chest. Turning back for a brief second, while she found the sight of Jessica sprawled out on the bed kind of sexy, she also felt an overwhelming need to cover her. Something about the image before her made her feel guilty. The lewdness of the display, no matter how innocent in nature made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Just as unexpected, Jessica shifted a little in position and let out a coughing sound. This froze Jacqueline in her tracks. Now thinking better of the situation, she decided that the girl really needed her sleep and now was the best time to hastily make her exit. Too much movement on her part and she believed that she would soon wake her friend. So ever so gingerly, she shifted her feet along the padded floor toward the door. Grasping hold of the handle, she made a quick turning motion of the wrist and ever so carefully pried open the door. Looking once more over her shoulder, she saw that Jessica was still found asleep. Stepping out into the hallway, she slowly shut the door behind her and set the lock. Now moving away from the door she had the sudden realization that she really had no idea what she planned to do. The only thing she had pocketed before leaving the door was her dorm room access card, which was in the interior pocket of her black shorts. The hall was dark with only minimal lighting. The floor was cold. This was a stark contrast to her room, which had been like a sauna. A chill ran up her spine as she continued to walk down the long spacious corridor. A chill ran down her spine. She felt kind of bare. She really should have put on a bra before leaving she now believed. Her nipples were very hard, and it wasn't from having naughty thoughts about Jessica. No, this was caused purely by the environment that she had stepped into. Well, mostly anyway. Honestly, she had just needed to get some air, which now felt a bit silly given that the hall was not exactly a bastion of free circulating air flow. Sure, it wasn't as humid as her room, but there was no breeze. What had seemed like a good idea at the time now didn't. She had thoughts of turning back, but decided to push on. At the moment, however, she really had no idea where to go. The only two choices seemed to be the student lounge or the bathroom. There was no way she was going outside in what she had on. Nothing really drew her to the lounge either. It was much too late to turn on the television. It was doubtful that anyone was still up. So with the decision pretty much made up for her, she headed onward to the bathroom, which was now visible to her eyes. Something gave her pause though as she walked past a room on her left. Quiet laughter, almost giggles filled the air. From the best that she could make it there seemed to be at least three of them. Honestly, she didn't really know how she knew that, but something seemed to give her the impression of three unique voices from within the room. Further, something about the nature of their laughter intrigued her and she momentarily stopped. The laughter was faint, but one could hear it when standing near the door. Feeling a bit guilty she glanced around to make sure that no one was coming her way. The hall was of course as empty as she had remembered it only moments before. A follow up giggle that was more of a groan caught her off guard. Feeling a bit tingly with nervousness she stepped back, before moving forward once more. She had just begun to walk on when something that was said stopped her dead. "Oh... that feels so, so good," a woman moaned. "Sshhh Michelle," another woman added in. She had been almost as loud as the first woman. "I can't help it... it feels.... so good," the woman uttered matter-of-factly. Laughter followed and Jacqueline decided that she was being too much of a perv for her own good. Whatever the girls were doing, while intriguing was simply none of her business. Still, her mind ran wild with a few possibilities as she continued onward. She now felt a sudden need to relieve her bladder, and maybe... "Oh, Johnny... oh, fucc-kk ye-a-ah!" another woman moaned. It stopped her cold. This room was a few doors from her destination. It was on the opposite side of the hall. Jacqueline wondered ever so briefly if the voice might have been from a television, but quickly dismissed that idea. It was too rich and clear. Something about the vibration it gave off seemed as if the mysterious woman was trying her best to be quiet, but failing miserably at it. Maybe they were having phone sex? It was possible. This wasn't a Coed floor. No guy was supposed to spend the night. In truth, however, the RA... RAs really were not that strict, and she had heard plenty of stories, though had very little first hand knowledge of something like this. It was, however, not at all shocking when she heard the male voice respond with a choked, guttural groan, "Oh, baby... just... just like that, I love the way..." And then it suddenly got quieter. That was a bit strange. Jacqueline didn't really care though given that it sounded a bit too much like a cheesy porn movie. Honestly, she had half expected to hear the woman talk about Johnny being "so, so big" and then announcing to him only seconds later in utter clarity that she was "cumming." Making her way into the bathroom, she decided against turning on a light as not wanting to draw attention to herself. Walking past the line of sinks, she made her way into a bathroom stall. Not exactly sure why, but she found herself locking the door behind her before slipping down her shorts, panties and taking a seat to relieve her swollen bladder. A moment later, she was wiping herself and found that she was pretty sensitive. Her clitoris was kind of buzzing. A quick check of her panties confirmed the obvious. She was wet, like really wet and not the feeling of just being so. Jacqueline was actually a bit embarrassed by it. It wasn't something that was all that common with her. Sure she got wet up there, but usually not down there. Oddly, the thought of fingering herself had not even crossed her mind. It turned out to be a good thing; because no sooner had she stood and slipped up her panties and shorts when she heard voices. This sent numbness down her back and to her thighs. The voices were coming her way, and the lead one was clearly female. Thinking back, she remembered her roommate Leah telling her about a late night bathroom adventure that had happened to her once. Leah had described it in detail one night when the two of them had a bit too much to drink and were returning home from a night out on the town. She had been in the bathroom late at night to take care of her "business" when she had heard voices. At first she had dismissed it as a couple of women returning to the dormitory and making a stop before going their separate ways for the evening. However, then she had heard a man's voice. It was a guy and his girlfriend. Luckily the bathroom was rather dark, and they were not all that sober, so they either hadn't noticed her or just didn't care. What had begun as rather interesting, watching the two of them make out quickly turned into a tortured adventure of unnecessary endurance. She was stuck in the stall as long as they were out in front, and to her horror they didn't seem to be making a quickie out of their little adventure. At the moment, mostly out of panic, Jacqueline was a bit short on the details, though she did remember bits and pieces of what Leah had told her. Most of it focused on the girl getting taken from behind by her boyfriend, while she placed her hands out in front of her to rest against the sink. Leah had said it was pure torture to be trapped as the two continued on, and on. It went on for over twenty minutes with him pistoning in and out of her. Over and over again they continued. Even Leah, who had been mildly intrigued in the beginning just wanted it to end. Leah had given a detailed description of the couple's little tryst. He had pulled out of her pussy and she got down on her hands and knees. The guy stroked a couple of times and then ejaculated over her face. Leah was indifferent to it, but Jacqueline found the idea of the guy doing that to be repulsive. It felt like a wolf marking his territory, totally unnecessary and frankly, just gross. Thinking back, she remembered the only time something like that had happened to her. It had been during her senior year of high school, she had turned eighteen about two months prior, the guy was a year older than her. After giving him a rather "good ride" he had pulled out and slipped off the condom. She hadn't really been paying attention to his actions and it was then that she felt him ejaculate on the side of her face. It had been most unexpected. She had held her rage for a moment, while she attended to her face. He had mistaken this passiveness as her having enjoyed his little performance. She hadn't. When he had moved in for a kiss, she had hauled back and slapped him. It was a hard slap across the face. He went numb. Over the course of the next twenty minutes she tried to explain to him how demeaning that was to her. For his part he had even listened. Something shocking for a high school boy in her experience. Well, the ones that she had dated anyway. By the end of her rant he had apologized at least four times. Smiling internally with herself, she had then gathered her clothes and left him. After, he had called and texted her throughout the week, but she waited until the following week to return any of his calls. Now her stomach felt queasy and not in a good way but just from a memory of what had happened. Relief, however, came several seconds later when she heard a second and then a third female voice. By now, she was almost positive that it was the three girls from down the hall that she had heard earlier. Intrigued, and not wanting to be seen, she put the toilet lid down as softly as possible, sat down and lifted her feet into a squatting position. With this awkward arrangement, she might not be able to see exactly what was transpiring, but she would likely hear some of their talk. "Oh wow you really know how to give a good massage woman," an overly cheerful woman gleefully said. "No kidding Michelle, you seemed to be enjoying yourself so much it kind of looked like Natasha gave you an orgasm or something," another woman said. The voice sounded very familiar to Jacqueline. Like the voice was right on the tip of her tongue, and she just couldn't place it for some reason. "Oh shut up," Michelle mocked. "To you everything is always about orgasms and stuff... It's not like that, I just enjoyed her giving me a m-a-s-s-a-g-e," Michelle continued. "Right..." the mystery woman responded. "I'm seriously Amanda, I'm straight, remember, and besides... I've got a BOYFRIEND!" Michelle mimicked sarcasm. "I know, I known... But can't a girl dream?" Amanda warmly stated. "Well, I've got to back to my residence; my girl is waiting outside for me." "Goodnight," the girls said in unison. Jacqueline heard footsteps as if something was walking out. It was only one of them, however. Amanda. She still couldn't believe that it was her. The very girl of her fantasies had been right outside the stall door or so she was led to believe. "Don't think too much about me when you're going down on your girlfriend tonight," Michelle chided. "Cute. Something tells me that will be the last thing I'm going to be doing this early in the morning," Amanda sighed. Nothing more was followed up on her statement, it was simply left to die in the air. The girls seemed to be waiting for Amanda to leave before they picked up their conversation. Jacqueline was kind of hoping for some juicy conversational details. She didn't get any, at least none that she really wanted to hear. "I'm really worried about my stats test. I didn't really poorly on the last one," Natasha said. "Don't worry, you're like a whiz at math," Michelle chimed in. A long silence passed between the two of them. It was as if Natasha was searching for the right words. "I know; I know... I thought so to in the past. I got A's in both of my Calculus classes." "See," Michelle reinforced. "I got a 51% on the last exam; I barely passed the first one. I am afraid I might end up by having to drop the class," Natasha pouted. "Oh, shit that serious," Michelle said in concern. A heavy sigh filled the air. "I really could use some help," Natasha stated matter-of-factly. "Don't look at me sweaty. I barely passed college algebra and elementary stats. I think I got like a C- in stats." "I'm so screwed," Natasha sulked. Jacqueline was beginning to feel a cramp in her side coming on and she hoped that the two girls would hurry up and finish their conversation. It was not to be, however, at least not for the moment. "Maybe what you need is to get laid," Michelle teased. "I don't think that would be such a good idea. I really need to concentrate on my studies." "Well sure, but maybe if you got yourself a little something, something once in a while you might not be so stressed," Michelle said. "Maybe putting out a bush fire or two might allow you to relax and study a bit more." "Sure," Natasha groaned in disapproval. "Why not, it's done wonders for my studies," Michelle responded. "We need to find you a new man, someone that isn't like your-last-boyfriend or maybe, a w-o-m-an-n." "Hey now, just a minute. That's was just a dream. I'm not really into other women. I was just confused or something," Natasha hissed. "Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone about your little confession. Honestly, I thought it was kind of cute. I would have probably found it kind of sexy." Natasha let out an audible sigh again. "Sure, but Michelle... Everything makes you..." "Not true," Michelle remarked. Natasha ignored her. "Hell, tonight you probably did get off on Amanda giving you a massage." "No!" Michelle answered a bit too defensively. "Well, maybe a little." "Just a little, huh?" Natasha left the question hang in the air. "Yesss! It didn't really get hot or anything, it just felt good and made me, maybe a little warmer." Some laughter followed from Natasha. "Besides this isn't really about me, it's about you. So when was the last time?" "Got laid?" Natasha cut her off. "No... When was the last time that you had an orgasm?" Michelle inquired with serenity. "Are you kidding me? You want me to tell you when the last time that I climaxed?" Natasha miffed aloud. "Why not?" Something dead silence filled the air, and than Jacqueline heard water running. "I'll tell you what, I'll go first. It was last night for me. A pretty good one, eh ones if I do say so myself." "I can't believe that you just told me that," Natasha giggled. "Are still going strong with that boyfriend of yours, huh?" "It wasn't actually with my boyfriend," Michelle said under her breath. It seemed to occur to even Jacqueline before Natasha caught on. "Oh... Oh, wow. Huh." "So how about it?" Michelle asked again. "I don't know," Natasha coyly responded. "Seriously?" Michelle chided. "I am being serious. I have no clue. It had to be weeks ago... It was before I broke up with..." It was only then that Jacqueline realized that the girls were taking the conversation into another part of the bathroom. This was followed by swinging of the door that led out into the hallway. Feeling a sense of relief coming over her, Jacqueline got down off the toilet seat and stretched. A sense of remorse consumed her briefly. She really didn't mean to listen in on their conversation, but she couldn't really help it. To announce her presence would have only made things worse given what they had been talking about when they had first walked in. This initial guilt was quickly replaced by cramps in her thighs. Stretching was required for some time before she felt comfortable enough, as in stable enough to make the journey back to her dorm room. The walk back to her room had been rather uneventful. She heard no voices, and saw no shadows. The hallway was still cool, but now she was more adjusted to her environment. Her nipples were barely noticeable. Arriving at her door moments later, she swiped her key-card through the reader and the lock opened. Jacqueline braced herself for what she might find on the other side of the door when she slipped inside. Relief, however, met her along with a hot blast of warm, humid air. Jessica was now partly on her side, but she was still sleeping. Carefully approaching the bed, she nimbly slipped in under the outstretched body of Jessica. The girl let out a bit of a moan and she froze for a second, but otherwise seemed to still be sound asleep. It would seem that the walk did her a little bit of good after all. Her mind was more at ease. Her thoughts were no longer racing. She was comfortable in the position she was in with Jessica's arm draping over her body and Jacqueline pressed lightly against her. Even the smell of her perfume was relaxing. Suddenly her eye lids felt very heavy. It seemed that the rush of emotions was wearing off. Not more than minutes after her head hit the pillow she was truly asleep fully for the first time that night. (By the Dawn of Early Light... Morning Shadows) Lovely Cries by a Songbird Ch. 02 The next morning came much too early. When she glanced up at the charging phone on her nightstand she saw that it was 11:01 am. Coming fully to, she sat up in bed. Jessica was now gone, but she had her things behind. As she rubbed her eyes and protracted her arms above her head. No sooner and she began to feel the beginning of a headache coming on. Not a big one, just one that was kind of going to be background noise throughout the day or so she hoped. Out of bed, she walked over to table in the far corner of the room. Upon it sat a small LCD television. Jessica's backpack was beside the stand, but before the door. It was partially unzipped and she wanted ever so badly to take a peak inside, but thought better of it. What a way to ruin a blossoming friendship for her to be in the middle of rummaging through Jessica's things and have the girl walk in on her while doing so. Not a pleasant thought to think about. One thing, however, continued to draw her eyes to the crumbled black and gray backpack on the floor. Her panties. Rather, Jessica's panties that were sticking out of the top as if simply disregarded in after thought. She was ever so tempted to pick them up as well, but thought better of it. No sooner had the contemplation entered her mind then the door clicked and opened. Jessica walked inside with two towels covering her body with one for her body, and the other for her hair. A smile traced her face, and she didn't seem to notice Jacqueline jump back. As she entered, the door swung shut behind her. Giving Jacqueline her key-card back, Jessica made her way over to the second bed that the two of them had slept on the night before. With her back turned to her, she unfolded the towel and let it fall. She had not been sure what to expect. She thought it was entirely possible that she might have seen her naked booty, but it was not to be. Instead, she wore a black pair of what looked to be black micro fiber hip hugging shorts and a matching bra. As Jessica stretched her back, she arched up and her lovely butt shot out. Jacqueline doubted that she was self conscious about what she was doing. Still, it was a sight to behold. The woman had a lovely tush. A memory of last night came to mind. It was her every so briefly waking up to find Jessica closely snuggled against her, and rubbing her inner thighs, which were wrapped around Jacqueline's legs. It had to be a dream, though. Hadn't it? Turning around, she gave Jacqueline a warm smile before lowering her head and pulling off the towel. Their eyes connected. Jessica's warm eyes had bored into her, and melted her. She felt a tingle and her heart might have skipped a beat. "I didn't wake you did I?" Jessica warmly inquired. "I tried to be as silent as possible; I just needed a shower after ah, last night." Jacqueline almost didn't answer her at first as she was caught up in the curves of her body. Casting her eyes away briefly, she mumbled, "Ah, no." An embarrassed flush came to her face, but Jessica didn't seem to catch on. At the moment she was a little too caught up with her hair. Within minutes Jessica was gone again; this time taking with her a hair dryer and a flat iron. No sooner had she left, however, and then she returned. Jacqueline was even more puzzled by this then she was the straightening iron. "Is everything alright, Jessica?" she inquired. Jessica looked lost for a couple of minutes. "Ah, yeah, sure." A long moment of silence came between them. Jacqueline began to get worried that her friend was obviously not being straight with her. "Well, not really... I met someone in the bathroom, an old friend." More dead air. "That isn't much of a friend anymore." "Who was it?" Jacqueline asked. "Heather Grey." Jacqueline knew of her. She was Amanda Baker's girlfriend. A sporty well built girl with a compact, athletic frame. In contrast to Amanda, she had almost no boobs at all and was a few inches shorter. What, however, had always caught Jacqueline's eyes was her beautiful face with her big brown eyes, the cutest little dimple and a short hairstyle with natural flowing bangs that hung down. Her lips were also luscious as well, soft and full. "She can be such a bitch at times," Jessica continued. This brought Jacqueline back into the moment. While she never thought of Heather that way it was possible. She didn't know her that well, but to her she had always been cheerful and friendly. In truth, though she had only been around her when Amanda was around. Jacqueline walked over to the other bed and took a seat facing in Jessica's direction. She made eye contact, but Jessica was a bit too busy in a pacing motion. "Huh, I always thought she was kind of cute," escaped Jacqueline's tongue before she could take it back. Jessica froze briefly and spun around. A hurt looked crossed her face. "Jess, I just said she was kind of cute, I don't know her at all," she lied. Well, it really wasn't a lie. "She is cute. She's just a fucking bitch." Jacqueline went cold with the language. There was more frustration than venom in her voice. "How exactly do you know her?" Jacqueline softly inquired. Jessica bit her lip and pondered over what to say. "We might have kind of gone out a few times." A long sigh followed. "Well that's not really being truthful. We dated for about six months or so." "So Amanda and her?" Jacqueline spoke aloud. Jess walked over and took a seat. She was beginning to tense up a lot. "It was a long time ago, well before Amanda entered the picture." "What happened?" Jessica exhaled. "She cheated on me. With an old girlfriend, with some girl she met at a party we attended one night and then, with an old boyfriend." "Let me get this straight, she cheated on you three different times and yet you went back?" "Pathetic isn't it," Jessica sobbed softly. "No! I didn't say that. I was just wondering what kind of hold she had over you?" They made eye contact really for the first time during this talk. "Something drove you back to her." "She can be really, really persuasive. She is a phenomenal game player." Jessica sulked for a minute, letting her shoulders slump. Jacqueline was just about to chime in when she spoke again. "She also is really good at eating pussy." "Okay! Well, ah..." Jacqueline shot to her feet. "That is a bit too much information I guess." "Sorry," Jessica meekly said aloud. Now she was on the verge of tears. Feeling for her, Jacqueline quickly came over by her and sat down. The two girls embraced before Jessica let loose and sobbed into her shoulder, while Jacqueline massaged her back. Moving back, she wiped the tears from her eyes, and mumbled, "I am sorry you have to see me like this, it's just that..." "Don't be," Jacqueline cut her off. Placing the pads of her fingers under the chin of her jaw, she directed Jessica's eyes to her own. By what she felt was almost instinct; she used her free hand to cast away the remaining tears from Jessica's eyes. Soon, the two of them had moved back on the bed. Jacqueline was propped up by a few pillows underneath her back, while Jess was curled up by her side with her head resting on her upper chest. One arm was around the back of Jacqueline's neck and the other was resting off her hip. Jacqueline had one hand holding her head and the other, running through Jessica's hair. Little was said for some time between the two of them. Oddly enough, Jacqueline did not find it the least bit awkward. It wasn't really intimate either, at least not in a sexual way. Rather it was intimate, but on a whole other level. Only the buzzing of a cell phone brought the two of them out of their moment together. They both glanced up and Jessica realized that it was her's. As she got up, Jacqueline tried to look away as the beautiful curves on her butt came into view. Now off the bed, she grabbed the phone off the nightstand in the middle between the two beds. She glanced at the caller id. Clicking it on, she brought the phone to her ear. "Yes?" Jessica said with an edge to her voice. Jacqueline, however, was kind of relieved that her mind was on other matters for a moment. The closeness, while not very sexually charged was having a bit of an effect on her anyway, and she began to get a bit worried that somehow Jessica might have caught on. It's kind of hard to be the supporting friend when the girl that you are holding is kind of more than a little arousing. "I see," Jessica continued. "Look, I'll be there as soon as I can." She then clicked off and tossed the phone down onto the bed. Jacqueline looked up with questioning eyes. "It's my roommate, she err. Ah... Needs helping with something." A bit of a smile traced Jacqueline's lips. "It's not like that," Jessica quickly corrected. "It's something personal, I can't really talk about." This puzzled Jacqueline because she thought that Selena was supposed to be gone for the weekend. "So I take it that her trip was cut short or something?" Jacqueline queried. Making her way over by the television stand, she grasped onto a clean change of clothes underneath, which was near her backpack. Sitting up, this was the first that Jacqueline had noticed them. Slipping on a gray sweater over her head and pulling it down, she looked up for a minute. Jessica seemed to get lost in thought as she briefly glanced up at her friend who was still seated on the bed. Her eyes just kind of randomly searched around until something clicked in the back of her mind and she was able to put two and two together. "No, she not back at the residence if that's what you mean to be asking me if her weekend off campus was cut short," Jessica affirmed. "It's nothing really; I just need to get her some information on a something that she forgot to take with her." Jacqueline of course knew that there was more to the story than Jessica was letting on. It was pretty obvious by her tense body language that something was up. She didn't have a clue, however, what it could be. She wanted to just come out and ask her directly once again, but decided against it. Jessica had known Selena for a considerable amount of time, and she didn't really want to intrude on whatever was going on. Further making the situation a bit off setting to Jacqueline was the fact that she really wanted to accompany Jessica back to her place. She didn't really want what was developing into a rather interesting moment between the two of them to die down. That would not be possible though. She realized that whatever this involved, Jessica needed her space to deal with it. So she didn't ask to come along. She was then suddenly brought out of her train of thought by Jessica. "Look about tonight, you don't really have to, you known." "Absolutely, I do," Jacqueline countered. To be honest, she had second guessed her willingness to go with Jessica, but now given the events that unfolded she felt that it was in her friend's best interest if she had somebody around. If this meant her doing a bit of role playing as a favor to her, so be it. Something did not add up her, it worried Jessica deeply and this worried her. In due time she hoped that her friend would come clean about it if there were any serious issues that she could help them out with. "Well, okay then." Jessica's mood seemed to brighten a bit as she slide on her jeans, socks and shoes. "I'll be over about two hours or so before we go out. I've got a pretty good idea of where to go." "I'll be waiting." Gathering the rest of her things, she made her way to the door and Jacqueline jumped off the bed and rushed over to meet her. With the door now ajar, Jacqueline came up and put her arms around Jessica's neck. Their eyes met and their noses touched. Jessica seemed to tense up for a second, yet seemed intrigued by Jacqueline's lips coming forth until they were placed on her forehead. A smile traced her lips and she looked down the hallway to see if anyone had seen them. No one had, the hall was empty. "Too bad," Jacqueline had thought. It would have been kind of cool for someone to get a glimpse even if nothing truly intimate was going on between the two of them. "You are such a tease," Jessica sighed. Jessica pushed off from, almost grabbing onto Jacqueline's rack so-to-speak, but instead only brushed over her breasts. "Are you sure I'm the tease," Jacqueline joked. Jessica took the hint and gave her a weak smile. "I hope you enjoy tonight," Jessica whispered. As she turned to leave Jacqueline said, "Call me." "Don't worry, I will," came the response. (A few hours later) Jacqueline had tried to keep busy, and her mind off from what was going to take place that night. She had spent the early afternoon in a sitting position on the bed browsing the web. This, however, had grown increasingly boring with each passing minute. Giving up out of sheer boredom, she slipped a bra under her tee and a pair of socks, and made her way out to the student lounge at the end of the corridor. It was a simply room with a couple of sofas and chairs with a television hanging on the wall in front. It was situated directly across the hall from the restroom. Actually, it was the only bathroom given that this was not a coed floor. It was a mid Saturday afternoon and she didn't expect to find anyone around. Therefore, she was a bit surprised when she saw Amanda and Heather on the sofa furthest from the television. No, it didn't just surprise her, but stopped her dead in her walk. They looked to be cuddling and had likely been making out just prior to her walking in on them. They likely had heard her approaching from down the hall. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to..." Jacqueline mumbled, mostly herself. A blush came to her face, and she felt pretty awkward. Quickly turning around, she had ever intention of walking as shifty back to her room as possible, when she heard Amanda. "Hey, wait. Where are you going?" Amanda inquired. Turning around Jacqueline saw that the two girls had for the most part untangled themselves from each other. Neither looked to be annoyed by her unexpected intrusion. "I was just going to go back and," Jacqueline stuttered, "and leave you two alone." A moment of silence hung in the air as the two girls exchanged looks that she couldn't really read. "I didn't mean to intrude on you and Heather." Again, Jacqueline was beginning to turn around when Amanda stopped her for the second time with merely the words, "Wait. Just wait a second." A glimpse around again, and she had seen that Amanda was now up off the sofa. "Why don't you sit down and join us, we weren't really doing anything anyhow." Heather seemed to find this a bit humorous. "Yeah, um, well sure I guess," Jacqueline fumbled for the words. It was only then that she had been gawking at Amanda's chest. Looking away, she now felt a bit embarrassed. She really didn't mean, and she felt a further flush developing. It was just that her breasts were so inviting, and unlike Heather or her, she wasn't wearing a bra. Only a tight university tee-shirt separated Jacqueline from seeing the nakedness of her flesh beneath. Taking her seat once more, she motioned for Jacqueline to join them. Reluctantly, she complied. Jacqueline, however, put a great deal of distance between them and herself upon sitting. She wanted very much to give them their space for not only them, but her own emotional security as well. "So I hear that you've been hanging out with Jessica recently," Amanda remarked. Heather let out a grunt of sarcasm, and Amanda turned around to face her girlfriend. Her look was intense, and it simply read, "Shut up honey." "I'm sorry, it's just that woman is such a..." Heather exclaimed. However, she trailed off in mid-sentence when Amanda's gaze hardened. Turning back to Jacqueline asked. "So are you two?" "Are we what?" Jacqueline asked. "Never mind, it's nothing. I just thought that maybe the two of you had, well you know?" Jacqueline seemed actually clueless to what Amanda was asking, so Heather rolling her eyes chimed in with, "She was wondering if the two of you had hooked up?" "Oh, well... No, we're just friends," Jacqueline responded. Now Amanda was the one who was embarrassed. "Sorry, I didn't realize that you guys were just... Ah, hanging out, I thought maybe there was like more to it or something." "No! No need to apologize," Jacqueline answered. The words rushed off her tongue a bit too quickly. When the girls gave each other knowing looks, she got a bit nervous. Jacqueline had been at a bit of a loss as to how to respond to them. She knew that she needed to say something, but had no idea how to. Luckily, she was saved by Natasha entering unexpectedly. She had a bit of a frown on her face. "Thank god, where the hell have you two been? I've been looking everywhere." Heather suddenly realized that she had forgotten about Natasha wanting help on her stats class. "Oh shit, sorry girl... I ah, well... Kind of forgot." "I can see that," Natasha answered with sarcasm. Turning to her girlfriend, she mouthed something that Jacqueline could not read. "Sorry gals, but it looks like I'm going to have to go help Natasha with some studying," Heather sighed. "Is that what they call it these days," Amanda mused under her breath. Heather nudged her in the shoulder with her elbow. "Shut up, you!" The mock anger quickly dissipated and the two of them shared a laugh. Placing her hands on her knees, Amanda looked over at Jacqueline. Eying her over ever so briefly, she then turned back to her girlfriend, then to Natasha and finally back to Jacqueline. "I should probably get going too. Maybe I can help the two of you s-t-u-d-y," Amanda chided. "Not funny," Natasha pouted. Upon getting up, she was a bit surprised when Amanda placed the palm of her hand on her Jacqueline's leg. Leaning in close, she smiled. Jacqueline felt some tingling in her back. "We'll talk later," Amanda whispered. "Okay, yeah, sure," Jacqueline faltered. The three of them were now up, and beginning to leave when Heather seemed to suddenly remember something. Turning back, she moved back to the sofa and dug underneath a pillow. Retrieving a violet colored bra, she held it up. "Ah, Amanda honey, you forgot this," Heather remarked. Holding the bra out at a vertical angle, Jacqueline saw both cups and had to intake a bit of air. It was as if for a brief second she had forgotten how to breathe. Coming over, Amanda reached for it. Grasping onto it, Heather let go and as the three of them walked away she watched as Amanda lifted up her shirt, but thought better of it. Instead, she merely swung the bra over her shoulder and let it hang like someone would a guy would a varsity jacket. Deciding that she needed to think on tonight, she retired back to her room, and hoped to avoid any more unnecessary distractions. Last night had been hard enough on her. Back in her bedroom, she had dived onto the bed and had grabbed the remote and flicked on the television. After surfing through the channels for a bit she found that her mind kept drifting back to what was going to happen tonight. She just couldn't seem to put it out of her mind. The less she tried to think about it, the more she did. Becoming frustrated, she put the television on mute and just fell into a bit of a trance looking past the television and looking at the wall in back. Several minutes later she came out of it and realized that her tee-shirt was now rolled up enough so that the bottom of her bra was showing and her left fingers were tracing her stomach. The thoughts of what Amanda and Heather did when they were alone together had been replaced by what she would like to see happen between her and Jessica. Finally realizing that she couldn't take anymore, she decided that she needed it. She needed one. Arching her back, she tugged off her shorts. The panties soon followed. Lovely Cries by a Songbird Ch. 02 Moving her finger tips down, she traced through her lower region. Feeling around, first her inner thighs and then she slowly made her way to the lips. The brushes were light at first. Stopping, she went back to playing with her breasts through her bra with both hands. It was little more than a massaging and cupping motion, but she loved it. While doing this, she sort of worked her inner thighs together. Realizing that she was ready, her hand reached down and began to move in slowly motions around using the hood as protection. The pace soon picked up. The massaging motion became more intense. She began to get the feeling that she likely would be able to get off, and probably pretty soon. The motions would pick up, and then they would slow down. She enjoyed teasing herself. Often, she partially stopped and ran her two middle fingers up and down the length of her upper lips to her clitoral hood. Soon she would begin with circular motion once more. Slowly these circular motions had begun to pick up in pace. No longer was she spreading her lips or tracing her hood. By now wetness was trailing down out of her vagina and leaking to the sensitive region just after the ending of lips and before her anus. Soon, the wetness was enough that it was beginning to drip down the lower inner most regions of her thighs. Onward, she went. An urge to orgasm had overcome her. Jacqueline's face grimaced in spurious pain. Her mouth opened up wide and then partially closed. She bit her lip, then again and opened her mouth to catch her breath. Her back arched, and she let out a long, "Oh, my... Ah, oh, my g-od... I, oh!" She was on the verge, on the cliff. Her body shifted and she tensed with pending release. Her eyes were pressed tight, and her mind was adrift. Then just as suddenly as the needed release had been there it wasn't. She was startled. The trance like state was gone, her fingers had slowed and a grunt of frustrated filled the air. Her heart was beating fast, and she was having a hard time catching her breath. With her vision now clearing, she tried to continue but it was no use. Something was blocking it. Looking up, she swung around and saw that her phone was vibrating on the nightstand. Whipping her finger tips onto the bed sheets below, she thrust the hand up into the air, and hit the bed down below. "You've got to be kidding me," she grunted. She wanted more then anything to continue, but her mind was already in another place. Plus, the phone simply would not stop vibrating. Sitting up, she moved her legs to the floor and reached over to grab her phone off the nightstand. As she moved it into her field of vision, she saw that the caller id was from her roommate, Leah. This disappointed her; she at least hoped it would have been from Jess. Clicking the connect button, she held the phone to her ear. "Yes-s-s?" she calmly questioned. "Oh, good... I am glad I got a hold of you, and this didn't go to your voice-mail," Leah stumbled (through her words). "I've decided to spend another night with Cody." "You could have sent me a text," Jacqueline thought. She phased in and out as Leah was droned on about how wonderful the weekend was so far. For once, she actually had an impulse to simply hit the end key, but decided against it. Obviously, Leah had no idea what she had been up to, and it wasn't really her fault. Or was it? Maybe she was like a psychic or something. It seemed that it happened often enough between the two of them. "So how is your weekend going so far?" Leah asked. Jacqueline had been a little caught off guard. She fumbled for the right words for several seconds. "Actually, it's pretty much the same old, same old," she finally asserted. "Right..." Leah drawled. (An evening run) She had walked in on her phone vibrating for the second time. A bit annoyed, the pretentious emotion had been dropped when she saw the caller id. Jacqueline was almost relieved when she got a call from Jessica. Picking it up, she said, "Hi." "Do you want to go for a run?" Jessica inquired. Seriously? What was this all about Jacqueline thought? She could feel the tenseness in her friend's voice. Something obviously had not gone right while she had been trying to help out Selena or maybe it was something entirely else. "Sure, but where?" Jacqueline questioned. It was the dead of winter; there was no way she was going to go running on ice after the latest freeze from a few days ago. "The Colemere Fieldhouse. It has an indoor track. Say in about an hour or so?" "Sure, no problem. Is everything alright?" "I talk to you about it when I get there," Jess said. A noticeable disconnected distance in her voice. She must have known that Jacqueline realized this, because this was quickly followed by a cheerful, "Thanks!" (Approximately an hour later) Deciding what to wear had been easy. The activity and the weather had mostly determined it. Plain cotton gray panties and matching sports bra, over which were a blue pair of university logo shorts and a short sleeve tee-shirt. This was covered by sweats and two long sleeve shirts of blue and gray color on top. Her choice of shoes had been her favorite cross-trainers. The walk from the dormitory had been brief; the facility was only about ten blocks from her locations. Getting in had proved to be a bit more difficult as the main entry way was locked, as was the most commonly used side door. Not giving up, however, she had managed to find a back entry by going through a local weight room that was always open. The room was impressive. It seemed to be stocked with a lot of men without shirts and wearing tight shorts. They tried to flirt with her, and she was friendly, but nervous. Not until she spotted the female attendant, a woman in her thirties with auburn hair, green eyes and freckles did she feel the tension dip. She was dressed in gray cotton shorts and a white tee. Given her look it was obvious that she worked out a bit. She was ripped and tight. She still had a very feminine build, but a lot of muscle mass as well. As Jacqueline approached the counter, she looked up with puzzlement in her eyes. "Can I help you?" she said. The voice was firm, direct and to the point. Nervously, she shifted around, which grabbed the attention of a number of the guys in the background. Taking notice, the woman stood up, and waved her hand. At first, she believed it had been meant for her, but then she heard some guy in the background utter, "What? I wasn't doing anything. Was I Nick, was I doing anything?" It was mock indignation. Based on the laughter that followed from his friend Nick, Jacqueline believed that they obvious were doing something that got the attendant's attention, but she didn't really want to know. She was so embarrassed that she never even bothered turning around. With her attention now back on Jacqueline, she asked, "So do you need something or not?" "I need directions on finding the indoor track?" she almost whispered. "An Indoor track?" The woman seemed to think this over for a minute. "Which one, the one at Collins Gym or Rainier Sports Complex?" Now Jacqueline was confused. She didn't realize that there were two indoor tracks. Maybe she should have looked it up prior to coming over. The campus map was on the student website. It made her give off the appearance of being naive, and she wasn't. She worked out all the time. Well, she didn't really lift a lot of weights, but she swam at least twice a week, ran frequently and did other activities. However, most of her days had been spent either outside or at the other university field house, the Carroll Activities Center. It had all the usually sport facilities except it lacked an indoor track. Jacqueline had pretty much avoid Colemere Fieldhouse because it housed an indoor practice football field, and therefore seemed to be a magnet for football players and the other rough house jocks. They seemed to spend most of the day in the weight room when not harassing each other or other people. It sort of reminded her of high school, but the university seemed to turn a blind eye to their conduct as long as they continued to perform. Hence, her avoidance of the place. The only time that she could remember being over here was to use the Olympic size pool on the far end of the complex. This side of the field house, however, was foreign to her. "I don't really know. I think my friend made mention of a green or something," Jacqueline mumbled. At that moment the attendant seemed to get an idea of what she meant. "That would be the Rainier Sports Complex. It's actually the adjoining building." "Sorry, I didn't realize that it was in a different building." An amused look came to the woman's face. "No, you misunderstand, it's the same field-house, but in the new addition that went up last fall." Now Jacqueline truly was confused. She had remembered reading about it, but had forgotten after the semester had started. The woman could obviously see her confusion, and her growing frustration. "Tell you what, I was going to originally give you some directions and send you own your way, but that would entail having to pass through a number of hallways and the indoor football practice field, and you don't seem to be enjoying their company as is. Why don't' we take the underground tunnel. I'll walk with you." "Sure, that would work." So she waited a few minutes for the woman to find someone to hand her job off to while she would be taking her over to the Rainier Sports Complex. A young man, who looked to be about her age with blond hair and green eyes, came in. He was well built with a lean swimmers build. Looking up at him, she guessed that he must have been maybe six feet six or so. He gave her a tentative smile, and she returned it. A little more waiting followed as the woman gave him direction. He nodded a couple of times, and then everything seemed squared away. A bit of sarcasm was said by one of the guys as they left. It had something to do with little princess or something. She believed it was the other guy, the one called Nick. Having turned around she saw him for the first time. The sight frightened her. He was big, real big. With massive tree trunk arms and a crew cut of sandy brown hair. His eyes were brown. At first she thought he was merely smiling her way, but then she saw him making a kissing gesture in her way. This unnerved her. The guy who was now overseeing the weight room saw it as well. He walked out from behind the counter and Nick gestured as to not understand. A slight heckling laugh came forth. The new guy, however, was having none of it. He pointed at the guy behind him, the Italian looking guy. A rather good looking guy, but with an attitude much like his friend. "Tony, why don't you and Nick leave? You guys are done for the day," the new guy said with a chill in his voice. They tried to argue, but he merely stepped forward and pointed at the door and within seconds the two of them were packing up their things to leave. Leading her through the gate, the two women walked down a short hall and came to a series of steps that led to a set of double doors. Just inside the long corridor, she turned to the woman and said, "I am so sorry about that, I didn't mean to cause any trouble." Only laughter followed. "Are you kidding me, I enjoyed it. That asshole has always been trouble." "Yeah, I know, but I don't want to get that guy into any trouble." "Trust me, you won't." Stopping, she looked over at the woman in disbelief, and she came to a slow as well. "Are you sure, he looked to be on roids or something? I mean he was so big. Couldn't he, well beat that guy pretty badly?" This gave the other woman pause. She thought about it for a moment. "To tell you the truth I never really thought of it that way. I've always believed that Jimmy could handle himself pretty well, though it would never come to that." "Why not?" Now she was given a glance of disbelief. "Ah, that's Jimmy Matthews." It took a minute for it to sink in. Something did not seem the same about him, she had seen a couple of the men's' swim meets, but that had been about a year ago. "If Nick and company ever laid a hand on him they would find their scholarships canceled and they would probably be expelled." A chuckle from Jacqueline followed. "So football doesn't run this university?" "No, it does but the university doesn't play favors to third string hacks that are nothing more than practice dummies. I don't remember either seeing much action on the field these last three years." Jacqueline just tried to pass over the statement. She didn't have a clue as she didn't follow football because she disliked it. There was just something that she didn't like about it, but she had never been able to place it. The two continued to walk in silence the rest of the way. Coming to the end of the long corridor, the woman pointed to the double doors. "Now, just go through them, up the stairs and you will be in the Rainier Sports Complex." "Thank you. I truly appreciate your help," Jacqueline said with sincerity. "Not problem." Just as the woman turned away to walk back, however, she stopped. "Jeez, how stupid of me." Holding out her hand, it wasn't a handshake, but rather a wave and said, "By the way I'm Sandra Tillman." She returned the partially wave by saying, "I'm Jacqueline Blackwell." "Good to know. I hope to hear from you again. Don't be a stranger around here." With that she was gone, and Jacqueline had proceeded through the double doors and up the stairs. She was in awe for a brief moment. It was a sight to behold. A massive circular building with a canvas roof which was not exactly professional baseball stadium height, but it was significant enough to accommodate a game of soccer. Not the indoor kind either, the field in the center of the track looked to be a regulation size soccer field. Walking up onto the track, she scanned the field over, and then the seating that encompassed it. She didn't see Jessica at first, and wondered if she had left. "Over here! I am over here," someone screamed. When she looked in the direction, she saw that Jessica had been sitting in the second role up in a seat. She was texting on her phone. Getting up, she grabbed onto her backpack, swung it over her shoulder and made her way down to the track. "I wasn't sure if you were going to come," Jessica remarked. "Why not?" "I don't know, I guess I just wasn't sure. I am so glad that you came!" For the first time, Jacqueline could see a genuine smile on her friend's face. "So where are the locker rooms?" Jessica turned and pointed to the far left side of the field. It looked to be an interior gateway like what she had entered from. "It won't do you any good though," Jessica mused. Jacqueline stopped and turned back. "Why not?" "I already tried them, they were locked. Honestly, this place really isn't open right now. The bathroom area is open, but the door leading into the locker room is locked." "I hope you don't plan on running in that?" Jessica was wearing blue jeans with a belt and a brown tank top. No, it was a stretch camisole that likely had been covered by the shirt was draped over her backpack. Worse yet, she had on a pair of matching brown high arch boots. "Not exactly." Not sure what this entailed, Jacqueline followed her friend's lead. They walked the partial length of the track, but stopped short of the locker room. "Screw this, if someone wants to peak let em' peak," Jessica hissed. "Wait, what?" Jacqueline asked. Jessica began by kicking off her boots. Unbuttoning her belt and jeans followed. When the jeans fell to the track, Jacqueline could not help but gasp. Her panties were a sheer black floral lace bikini. "Ah, okay." "I know, I know," Jessica whispered. "Could you toss me my backup?" Jacqueline did one better, and brought it over to her. A weak smile traced Jessica's lips. Searching through the backpack mostly blindly as she looked over at the exit, she found what she was looking for, a black pair of running shorts. With them now on, she pulled out a racerback black bra and white tee-shirt as well. Stepping back, she paused briefly to stare of long enough to be sure that one was around. Lifting up the camisole, she pulled it over her head; this was followed by tee-shirt bra. Jacqueline briefly watched as her breasts bobbed a little as she struggled to put on the racerback, black support camisole, which Jacqueline had not seen and then the tee-shirt. "God, that made me nervous," she said. Now bending over, she began to stuff the items back into her backpack. "I can run in those panties, but not that bra. It's so uncomfortable, and well, not enough..." Jessica made a cupping motion under her now covered breasts. "I can see." "So how about you, you're not really going to run in that are you?" "I guess not." Bending down, she untied her shoes. With them off, she pulled down her sweats and then took off the two extra shirts she had been wearing. This left her in running shorts and a tee. "You are such a cheater," Jessica mused. "Maybe," Jacqueline laughed. "Not even a peak, huh?" Jessica snickered. Jacqueline thought about it for a moment. Shrugging her shoulders, she asserted, "I guess it wouldn't hurt, but truthfully there isn't much to see." Still somewhat interested, she gave Jess a quick peak at her sports bra and the cotton below. Now with that over, a bit more serious tone came over the two of them while they began to stretch. Jacqueline discovered that Jess was a great deal more flexible then she was as was demonstrated by a complete front splits. "Cool," was Jacqueline's only response. Pulling herself up, she further worked the kinks out with some partial jumping jacks. "It's nothing really. I did some gymnastics when I was younger and some cheerleading in high school." "So a cheerleader, huh?" Laughter came from Jess. "Don't go getting any ideas. It's not what you think. I owed a friend a favor, and they were short on members for the squad. I only did it for two years." "What you do after that?" "I rejoined the soccer team. I had been on the junior varsity as a freshman. I trained a bit in the off season, and made varsity my junior year." "I played some soccer in high school." Jacqueline might have actually been understating her skill level a bit as she was on the select U-18 squad from her region. "A goal keeper, what were you?" "Centre striker." "Huh, you'll have to test me out sometime. It'd been nice to find out how rusty I am between the pipes, and if I have anything to show for anymore." "I could do that," Jacqueline chimed in. "Good, now if you don't mind, let's get to it." With that the two ladies were off with Jessica out in front, and Jacqueline trailing a bit behind, but at an established pace. All through the first lap all she could think about is how wonderful of an "ass" Jess had. She loved the hips, the slope of her back and the curve of her lower thighs. When Jess began to get a bit suspicious of her behavior, she picked up the pace and joined her friend by her side. Jessica gave her a bit of an eye, and she really didn't' have a response. "Maybe there is hope for you yet!" Jess said with a smile, and then pulled ahead again on end stretch of their second lap. Lovely Cries by a Songbird Afterward, she dried off and slipped on a fresh change of underclothing. Prior to returning to her dorm room, she made a brief stop in a bathroom stall and then quickly made her way back. Upon entering her room she was somewhat disappointed to find her friend asleep. It looked like she had moved very little since the last time that she had seen her. Placing her toy atop her dresser, she ever so carefully slipped into bed after turning off the light. At the moment she was just happy to be close to Jessica, even it this meant delaying her own sexual release. Within a few minutes, Jacqueline drifted off to sleep as well. While her real world experience of lesbian love was paltry, that night she had a dream or two involving Jessica.