4 comments/ 47744 views/ 6 favorites Michelle and Shelly By: Melissbain Shelly knocked timidly on the office door and stepped back to wait. She was obviously nervous, and she fidgeted with the assortment of things she had placed in her oversized winter coat pockets. The coat was really too large—she was lost in the folds; it made her slight frame look twice its size. Shelly's huge backpack did little to help the coat do her body justice, and it bunched the coat at her shoulders, giving the impression of shoulder pads. After a few seconds Shelly pulled at the zipper and opened the stuffy jacket at the neck. A few tense seconds later the door flew open and a short, slim woman in grey, nondescript linen pants filled the opening. "Hi, Shelly, c'mon in." Once inside the sparsely furnished office, the older woman sat down comfortably in her large black chair and pointed at a harsh little wooden chair. "Sit down! Take your coat off. Oh, and shut the door behind you, dear." Professor Taylor had a loud voice, but it was pleasant and jovial. "Um—Dr. Taylor, what was wrong with my paper?" Shelly's voice was small, and nearly cracked when she said "wrong." Dr. Taylor smiled in spite of herself, and dropped her gaze momentarily to her lap, "There's nothing wrong with your paper, Shelly." Her gaze returned to Shelly's eyes and held them intently. "But your email said..." "My dear," interrupted Dr. Taylor, "did you know we have the same name?" Shelly faltered, the words had been swept from her mouth. "I...I..." "Yes, you know, my name is Michelle, and so is yours, isn't it?" Dr. Taylor smiled invitingly, and after Shelly nodded ascent, she continued. "You can call me that if you like, 'Michelle.' I like it so much better than 'Dr. Taylor.' It's much less formal." She smiled again, and this time Shelly couldn't help smiling with her. Michelle held a smirk and leaned back in her chair, incredibly secure in herself and her surroundings. Suddenly, as if remembering herself, "How did you like Portrait? Your paper was very good, but you write with a certain lack of judgment that I find intriguing." "Oh, I enjoyed it, I suppose," Shelly brightened at the praise for her paper. "But it was extremely...lengthy and longwinded. I found myself disliking both Isabel and Pansy a lot more than James wanted, I think." "Yes," grinned Michelle, "they say reading James is like being fucked—you hope he'll be gentle and generous, but he usually ends up chaffing your wrists and ankles, and leaves you unsatisfied." Shelly blushed bright pink at the word "fucked," and dropped her eyes self-consciously. Michelle noticed this, and changed the subject quickly. "I think your paper was marvelous. You really had a handle on how Isabel's sexuality, or repression of it, played into her ultimate marriage to Osmand, even if she didn't like him. Did you think about how innocent Pansy's sexuality played into her imprisonment in the convent?" Michelle arched her right eyebrow in amusement as she watched a myriad of emotions cross Shelly's pretty, unkempt visage. She was pleased with the praise of her paper, uncomfortable with the subject of it, and simultaneously horrified and thoughtful of the last suggestion her professor had offered up. The struggle to find an answer to please Dr. Taylor was evident in her eyes as she searched her mind for clues. "You mean her father locked her up because she—she had carnal knowledge?" Shelly's voice eeked out in a barely audible whisper. Her heart was in her throat, blocking her air supply, and it was drumming out a horrendous beat. She was sure Dr. Taylor would be able to see her veins throbbing blue under her pale skin. "That's precisely what I mean," Michelle licked her thin lips, "what do you think on the matter?" Shelly looked at Dr. Taylor resolutely, "I think it's exactly what he should have done! At that time it was not proper for a girl to go gallivanting—to have carnal knowledge! He needed to protect her virtue!" She was getting heated on the subject, and wished to appear stubborn. Her cheeks were flushed now, and her palms began to sweat. "So you agree with Osmand's actions," said Michelle quietly as she stood and walked to the corner of the office to look at a poster of a painting of a nude woman draped in white sheets, which didn't cover anything. "You agree with Osmand's actions, even though the nuns of the convent don't? Even though Isabel doesn't? Even though James doesn't?" She turned to face Shelly. "'Reading James is like being fucked...'" Shelly trailed off, unsure of herself in the metaphor. Michelle crossed quickly over to Shelly and bent over, so she was eye level with her pupil. Her soft brown eyes were bright with curiosity, and Shelly felt like Dr. Taylor was looking into her past, and future, into the thoughts she couldn't control. "Shelly, are you a virgin?" Michelle stood straight and looked down on Shelly. She cut an impressive figure, her small breasts and tiny waist just visible under her large satin button-up dress shirt when she moved in a certain way. Shelly couldn't tell if Dr. Taylor moved that way consciously, but she was sure she had seen Dr. Taylor's eyes roll in pleasure as the slick material brushed across her erect nipples. Shelly took too long to answer, and soon forgot the question altogether. "Wh...what?" she stammered, and tried to regain her small semblance of composure. "I asked, are you a virgin?" "N...meh...ye...yes." She finally admitted, unsure if she wanted to stay any longer. "You interest me." Michelle stated with a throaty laugh, not at all nervous, but the laugh brought sensations to Shelly's clit that she'd only felt when she rubbed against her pillow. She felt her face redden and stood abruptly, "Dr. Taylor, I need to go." Michelle moved toward Shelly and before she could grab her coat, had her pinned against the door, an arm on either side of her face, breathing deeply. Shelly was relieved that Dr. Taylor wasn't touching her at all; she wasn't sure if she could stay standing if the older woman did. "Here," said Michelle, taking a card from her back pocket, and holding it in front of Shelly's face. Shelly took it. It had Dr. Taylor's name and an address hand written on it. Wh...what's this?" Shelly was embarrassed at the tremor in her voice that wasn't caused by fear. "It's my home address," Michelle whispered. She shifted slightly so that the tip of her left nipple brushed Shelly's bare arm through the slick softness of her shirt. "Feel free to stop by if you have any more—problems with your writing. I'm up late." At a silent nod from Shelly, Michelle dropped her hands and went back to her desk. She began reading another student's paper, and her red pen flashed across the page. Shelly couldn't move. She stood pressed against the door, staring at Dr. Taylor, wondering if she had been dreaming. Quickly, she gathered her coat and cumbersome backpack and left the office, turning to look at the open door as long as she was in the hall. She bumped into another professor and mumbled an apology before turning and fleeing away, a swirl of thoughts whirlpooling through her brain. Back at her dorm, her roommate Jamie had left a note on their dry-erase board, "Gone to Geof's. Won't be back tonight. Your mom called at 3, and wants you to call back. See you tomorrow, Jaime." Shelly threw her bag under her desk and flopped down on her bed. She dialed her mom, but no answer, so she left a message, and then lay quietly reliving every instant of the meeting with Dr. Taylor...Michelle...no, Dr. Taylor. She felt exceedingly embarrassed at stuttering and her unintelligent answers that seemed to escape from her mouth without her notice. When she pictured herself trapped against the door with Michelle's...Dr. Taylor's warm breath on her neck, coming fast, but not too fast, and the way Michelle's nipple had brushed against her arm, she couldn't help but to pull her pillow from behind her head and squeeze it between her legs. She moaned as she imagined Michelle's nipple brushing across her skin again and again, all over her body, grazing the small of her back, and over the ticklish parts of her stomach. In her mind it glided, as if dipped in oil, between her own large breasts and down her body, past her hips. She made a small cry and massaged her own breasts as she felt her body convulse in mixed pleasure and desire, and the ecstasy of release that spread from her center to every single one of her tense muscles. She lay silently for a few minutes, and decided in the wake of her tiny orgasm to go to Michelle's house later that night. Shelly decided she might as well do some work, so she began some reading, but couldn't focus. Her mind kept wandering to Michelle's face. So she decided to play Snood, but she couldn't get past the second level. All the Snoods had a single nipple in the middles of their faces, and she couldn't see the Snood for the nipple. Finally she found herself staring out the window, so she resolved herself to go. She placed the card, and found that Dr. Taylor...Michelle lived only a few blocks from campus. "Well, at least I won't lose my parking spot." Shelly said to herself as she donned her over-large winter jacket and headed out into the night. Just as the village belfry tolled 9pm it began to snow. Shelly looked at her watch. "that bell is always twenty minutes slow!" she exclaimed quietly and shook her head. In less than ten minutes she was standing in front of the littler grey house with white trim and cheery lights that bore the address on the card. She took a deep breath and sighed, the warm air from her lungs curling and dancing around her before disappearing. Slowly she placed one foot in front of the other and stepped forward. It was much easier than she thought, and so she took another step, and another until she stood at the door, and before she could stop herself, her hand rose and rang the bell. This time the door opened much sooner than it had at Dr. Taylor's office. Shelly wondered what Michelle could have been doing while she waited outside her office door, but not for long. Michelle filled the door once again, but this time in loose fitting knit pants and a fitted tee-shirt. Both were a steely grey, and beneath the tee Shelly could see that Michelle wasn't wearing a bra. "Hello," Michelle said after a moment of silence. She seemed to be contemplating Shelly standing on her porch. "Uh, hi," Shelly managed to get out. She was not at all sure why she had come before seeing Michelle framed by the door. However, when Michelle opened the door, Shelly's stomach tightened pleasantly and she could feel a wet spot forming in her white panties. "I didn't expect you so soon, but you must be cold. I'm very pleased you came tonight." Michelle helped Shelly off with her coat and then walked into the small, bright kitchen. "Wine?" "Oh, no, thanks. I'm still underaged." Michelle rolled her eyes. "I have red or white. The red is very dry and the white is a little more sweet." "I'll have white wine then, please." Shelly was determined to make the best of the situation. She looked around the room she was standing in—simultaneously a living area, kitchen and dining room, thought it did not feel cramped at all. She noticed all the shades were drawn, and all the lights on, as well as a small fire in the fireplace. "Here," Michelle said simply, handing her a glass of chilled white wine. Michelle had a glass of red wine in her own hand, and curled herself gracefully upon the plush slate blue couch, motioning for Shelly to sit beside her. Shelly did, timidly, and held her wine in front of herself, determined not to drink it. She noticed an expensive leather-bound book lying on the arm of the couch next to Michelle. "What are you reading?" She enquired, to break the weighty silence. "Oh, it's The Well of Lonliness." Michelle sipped her wine as if there was nothing more to the matter. "But, that book is banned...you're not even allowed to own it in this country! How did you get it? Is it good? Won't you get in trouble?" "Oh, don't worry about me. The SOCA isn't about to bust down my door in search of some book. Drink your wine." Shelly, to her own surprise, obeyed and swallowed about half her wine. "Not so fast. That's good wine. Besides, it will go to your head, and then I'll have an unconscious Shelly on my hands, and I don't want or need that." "Sorry," Shelly smiled self consciously, and took a sip of her wine. "So why did you come to me?" Michelle reclined on the couch and stretched one leg. Shelly stared in amazement as the knit pant leg pulled tight to show the curve of wiry muscles. She didn't realize Michelle had continued speaking. "...Shelly...Shelly! Why are you here?" "Oh, I, uh...I was lonely...I couldn't concentrate on my work..." She trailed off into her wine glass. Michelle smiled to herself, now content to tease Shelly. "You're doing work on a Friday night? Don't you have friends to be hanging out with, or movies to watch or something?" "No...I..." Shelly's face crinkled and flushed with tears. Michelle had not expected this. "Oh, honeybee," she murmured, taking Shelly into her arms and resting her chin on the young woman's head. Shelly moved willingly into the embrace, and rested her head on Michelle's shoulder. This was so comfortable that she stopped crying and sighed. Her brain felt fuzzy, and she couldn't remember why she had been crying, only that she was very content. She took another sip of the wine in her right hand and snuggled a bit closer to Michelle. "You remind me of me when I was your age," Michelle said as she drained her wine glass. "Perhaps I gave you too much wine. But you seem alright now." "Oh, I've never had alcohol before," Shelly said simply, looking up into the English professor's eyes. "Yes, you are very much like I was." Michelle kissed Shelly's forehead lightly and drew a finger along the young girl's crisp jaw line. Shelly unconsciously closed her eyes and leaned into the slight caress as if she'd never been touched before. Shelly drained the contents of her own glass and asked, "Michelle, what will we do next?" Michelle answered by taking the young girl's wine glass and setting it aside before tilting her head so their lips could meet gently. Shelly moved into the kiss and pressed herself more firmly against Michelle's body, and wrapped her arms around the woman's slender neck. At this cue the older woman began to stroke Shelly's soft brown, shoulder-length hair as they kissed, using her control of Shelly's head to draw her deeper into their embrace. She played her fingers on the youth's neck and brushed them on her earlobe, and began to massage it in slow circles. Shelly pulled back uncertainly, "That feels too good," she whimpered up at Michelle, who drew her back into strong arms and held her there. "Do you really want me to stop?" Michelle breathed into her hair. "No!" Shelly became suddenly voracious and twisted in Michelle's grasp to get at her soft lips. Without thinking about her actions she had climbed on top of Michelle, pinning her to the couch. Michelle giggled, almost girlishly, into Shelly's mouth and pushed on her chest to remove her a little. "My, aren't we anxious?" Michelle's grin made her seem young and pretty, past the dignified beauty she possessed. Shelly took stock of her position and quickly withdrew to the other side of the couch, ashamed of her assertiveness. "You need another glass of wine. It'll relax you." Michelle sauntered over to the Kitchen and poured two new glasses of wine, both red. "Here," she said again, handing the glass to Shelly, who began immediately to sip it, enjoying the way it felt cool on her tongue and throat. Michelle sat beside Shelly and they drank their wine between isses and caresses across leg and shoulder. When they had finished, Michelle leaned toward Shelly and kissed her softly, sliding her tongue between Shelly's parted teeth. It was cool from the wine, and slippery, and sent tingles down Shelly's spine when it flicked the roof of her mouth or brushed her lips. It made her ravenous, and she inclined slightly to allow Michelle to press against her. Her hand, as if with a mind of its own, reached up and pulled Michelle to her, while the other trailed up and down the woman's bare arm, hoping the contact affected Michelle in the same way it affected Shelly. Slowly Michelle drew back and removed her tee-shirt, exposing small white breasts with blazing pink nipples. "They're just like I imagined them," Shelly breathed. Michelle raised an eyebrow, "you imagined them?" Shelly flushed and dropped her gaze, embarrassed. Michelle laughed softly at her and pushed between her knees, lifting her chin. Slowly she drew Shelly's wide-eyed face towards her until her lips made contact with the tiny nipple. Shelly hesitated for a moment, and then took it in her mouth and sucked on it gently. She had imagined someone doing this to her over and over, so she obeyed her instincts and did what she thought she'd like done to herself. She licked it lightly with the tip of her tongue, feeling it harden further beneath it. Then she grazed it gently with her teeth, eliciting a gasp from Michelle and a grin from herself. She trailed her tongue in the valley between Michelle's breasts and took the other nipple between her lips. She sucked this nipple very hard, and circled her tongue around it several times before leaving it to blaze a trail of kisses up to Michelle's neck. Michelle arched her back against Shelly's body and moaned deeply in her throat. She was breathing heavily already and determined to calm herself down a bit. Reaching her arms down, she took hold of Shelly's belt loops and ran her fingers over the sensitive areas without removing the jeans. Shelly gasped and giggled. She felt Michelle's fingers travel up her body and behind her back to unhook her bra. Then the hands slowly lifted the shirt, revealing Shelly's large breasts and flat tummy. Michelle gently pushed Shelly back into the couch and crawled over her to take the tip of one breast in her mouth. Michelle's experienced tongue flicked faster than Shelly thought possible across her taut nipple in clockwise circles. Then Michelle sucked as much of Shelly's breast into her mouth as she could and let her whole tongue slide across the hard nipplet. Her tongue flicked up to the hollow in the young girl's collarbone, and down to the other breast where she took the nipple immediately in her teeth and rolled it softly, and then increased pressure until Shelly nearly screamed. Then Michelle took the sensitive nipple between her middle and index finger like a cigarette and licked the tip so lightly that she could feel Shelly squirm beneath her. Michelle's mouth moved abruptly back to Shelly's mouth, but her fingers found the snap fastener on Shelly's pants and had them undone before Shelly knew what was going on. Suddenly there were two fingers rubbing lightly left-to-right across her damp white panties, and another two fingers rolling her left nipple gently. She became aware that she was supporting all of Michelle, but the weight was not suffocating, merely intimate. "Can I take them off?" Michelle's words startled her out of her bubble of sensual pleasure. She had not expected the courtesy of the question, but she quickly nodded ascent, believing that the release from the tension building in every muscle in her body lay under her zipper. Shelly was terribly aware of the zipper trailing down her inner thigh, and the inseam of her jeans bunching around her ankle before sliding off, and the damp of her panties as it left a bit of wet on her calf. She was aware of Michelle's hands pressing the inside of each knew, silently telling her to open her legs. For an instant fear shot through her brain, but she covered it, asking, "Won't you take your pants off too?" Michelle and Shelly Michelle nodded and grinned as she stood and looked down at the girl on her couch. She untied the drawstring and let them fall to the ground, stepping gracefully back onto the couch. This time, when Shelly felt the light pressure on the inside of each knew, she yielded and allowed Michelle a full view of her tiny mound. Shelly had hair framing her cunt, but she kept it trimmed. Michelle could just see her clit nosing out from behind its hood through the short hair. She wet two fingers in her mouth and placed them lightly on Shelly's clit, watching as the girl's back arched and she moaned at this first foreign touch. When Shelly had calmed down again, she spread the young woman's lips apart and saw the intact hymen. Michelle smiled mischievously. "Someone doesn't practice penetrative masturbation," she mused, admiring the small bit of skin so rare in women today. "I...use a pillow..." Shelly admitted. "May I break it?" Michelle longed to, desired to, but she must be careful with this one. "Will it hurt?" "It may." Shelly thought for a moment. She decided she trusted Michelle and silently nodded as she closed her eyes and tensed her body. Michelle placed the middle finger of her right hand on Shelly's cunt opening, and two fingers of her left hand on her clit. No reason the girl shouldn't have some pleasure. She ran her finger along the wet slit, rubbing Shelly's clit in small circles. Then she nudged the tip of her finely manicured finger in until she could feel the skin of the cherry give resistance. Michelle kissed each quivering thigh tenderly and pressed harder until she felt her finger tear the little bit of flesh and rub against the warm smoothness deeper inside. Shelly gasped, but didn't cry. The "pop" tingled up her spine and the base of her skull felt as though she had chewed tinfoil. It irritated her and she threw her head back to make it stop. However it only lasted a few seconds before fading, and she became extremely aware of Michelle's long finger, graciously still, buried deep within her. She moaned gutturally and unconsciously began thrusting her hips very slowly. She could feel Michelle's finger move in and out of her, rubbing against muscles and delicate nerve endings as the tension in her entire body rose even higher. Michelle watched as the young woman bucked on her unmoving finger, pleasing herself. After the girl began to buck harder Michelle placed a hand just above Shelly's soft mound to make her lie still and began moving her finger slowly, rhythmically in and out of the tightening cunt. Then Michelle leaned forward and began licking the full length of Shelly's cunt with the flat of her tongue, tasting the sweet saltiness that covered the whole of Shelly's pleasure. When she had filled herself of Shelly's taste, she began flicking the beautiful tiny clit up and down, building speed until her tongue wouldn't go any faster. When she had built up to this point, Michelle wrapped her lips around the clit and sucked while gently tugging and rubbing it against her teeth. Shelly moaned loudly when Michelle's tongue had first touched her cunt, and she couldn't stop moaning as the tongue flashed faster and faster. When Michelle's lips had closed around her, her back arched involuntarily, and she thought she saw stars. The tension on every muscle was nearly unbearable, and abated slightly when she felt Michelle's tongue return to a slow stroke up her clit. She felt Michelle's finger speed and slow with the flicking of the tongue, and she had an intense desire to have more of Michelle inside her. "More," Shelly begged as she began to roll her hips again. "More!" Michelle looked up at Shelly's contorted features and silently complied, sliding a second finger in beside the first. She heard Shelly cry out, and then felt the strong muscles that surrounded her fingers squeeze harder and harder, so she simultaneiously pressed down firmly on the bright red clit with her tongue, and reached up for Shelly's nipple and pinched it. When Michelle had slid the second finger in beside the first, Shelly thought she was tearing apart and flying at the same time. All of her muscles contracted simultaneously and her back arched and straightened in rapid succession. After what seemed like an exquisite eternity, her muscles relaxed and warm contentment came over her and she slumped back into the couch. Michelle crawled up Shelly's body and pressed herself, full-length, against the slim young woman. Her lips glistened with Shelly, and she guided the young mouth over her own so Shelly could taste the light saltiness of sex. Shelly's mind reeled, her senses were overloaded, but still hungry for more. She fell to cleaning Michelle's mouth with ardor and reveled in the warm, clean taste on her tongue. It had never been this intense when she rubbed herself against her pillow, or even in her most favored fantasies. She could not tell why in all her twenty years she hadn't been allowed this joy. She had definitely been missing out on wonderful sensations. Shelly was aware of Michelle's pressing body becoming more insistent, so she turned her full attention on the dark-haired woman. She cupped one small breast timidly, as she allowed her tongue to entwine with Michelle's. Suddenly Michelle's hand covered her own on the breast and began kneading it solidly, if a little roughly. When it disappeared to lower parts of Michelle's body, as unexpectedly as it had appeared, Shelly continued to knead and rub firmly, but with more reverence. Michelle began to squirm, and worked her self underneath Shelly's body. Now they were lying face-to-face, grinding against each other's hips. Michelle's chocolate eyes pleaded up at Shelly to please her, and this was all the aphrodisiac Shelly needed. She became voracious like an animal, yet a little clumsy. Her mouth found Michelle's large nipple and circled it with her tongue as she'd felt the mature woman do only minutes before. She ran her hands up and down Michelle's sides, enjoying the smooth skin and tickling at the curious hollows at her hipbones. Michelle writhed beneath her and begged to be fucked. It was too much, she said, she needed Shelly inside. Shelly willingly obeyed, fumbling her fingers into the warm wet that she'd never even touched on herself. It was startling to see her fingers swallowed by the living pink cunt, but it soon became exciting, and she wanted her tongue to be enveloped there, too. She bent her face down and plunged her tongue inside the pink and red flower. Now she understood Georgia O'Keefe. She worked her tongue in and out, seeing how far she could reach it in, savoring the very distinct taste of the clear liquid that dripped from her face. It was sweeter than her own, and still slightly salty, a pleasant mix. She was aware of Michelle's fingers rubbing the small clit in time with her tongue thrusts and was ashamed at being unable to fully satisfy her. Shelly flicked her tongue as fast as she could, twisting to lick the sides and center of the heated cunt, driving her tongue deeper with ever thrust. Out of nowhere, Michelle's hand flew to Shelly's head and held it tightly in place. Shelly was positively frantic and drove her tongue deeper still. Michelle's legs squeezed on both sides of her head and her back arched beautifully, her head thrown back and her long dark hair flowing over the light-colored couch. She released Shelly's head and sank slowly into the cushions, a contented smile creeping over her face. Shelly was glad for this; she thought she might suffocate between Michelle's legs for lack of breathing room. She had also swallowed quite a bit of the hot cum as it poured from Michelle's cunt into her mouth. She coughed a few times before collapsing beside Michelle, resting her head on a small breast. Her face wasn't sticky, as she thought it would be, only warm and wet, cooling as it dried. The two lay in each other's arms for a long time, not speaking, passing in and out of contented sleep, always waking to find the other looking at her. Once Shelly woke from a dark dream with a start; she had forgotten where she was and whom she was with. Michelle took her by the arm and guided her to the big feather bed with a canopy and layed her gently down, covering her with the soft grey down comforter. Shelly fell instantly back to sleep and breathed steadily. Michelle went to the bathroom to clean herself up and brush her hair. When she had performed these tasks she slipped between the sheets with Shelly and shut the heavy canopy so they could sleep. Then she hugged the young girl to her chest and fell asleep. Michelle awoke and stretched laconically, careful not to wake Shelly as she slept peacefully. Michelle rolled out of the bed curtains and glanced at the clock. 10:30. She had not slept very late. Quickly she put on some comfortable lounge pants and a fitted tee-shirt, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast. After about half an hour she sauntered back into the room with a bagel half for each of them, sliced orange, kiwi , strawberries and pineapple, and a mug of hot coffee. The tray was simple but pretty, the bright colors of the fruit offset the bland coffee and bagel. Michelle pulled back the curtain and touched Shelly's shoulder to wake her. The young woman woke beautifully, turning over to stare at her lover, sleepy eyed and smiling. She shifted over slightly so Michelle could set the tray on the bed. The food was wonderful; Shelly found herself voracious and devoured nearly all of her half bagel before she could stop herself. Then she consciously slowed herself and rolled the pieces of fruit around in her mouth, feeling the textures with her lips and tongue, and enjoying the pleasant squish of cool juice present in each piece. Michelle watched as Shelly's eyes rolled and closed so she could focus on her mouth and as the beautiful features relaxed in pleasure. They left the coffee untouched, and when they had finished to food Michelle cleared the tray to the kitchen. She came back to Shelly, who seemed lost. "So...um...what am I supposed to do now?" She asked candidly. She hoped Michelle would give her direction. "What would you like to do?" Michelle's voice was open and inviting. "I'd like to stay with you some more," Shelly couldn't hide her hope. "Then you shall stay with me." Michelle found a pair of lounge pant and a loose tee-shirt to compensate for Shelly's large breasts, and allowed her to dress. The two women read throughout the afternoon, draped lazily across each other where they had first made love. They were exceedingly quiet, but very comfortable with one another, and when Shelly needed the comfort of the experienced woman's arms around her, they were there without question. Shelly had picked up The Well of Loneliness and found that it was depressing, and filled with self-loathing and misogyny. She couldn't believe that it was classic lesbian literature. It scared her; she didn't want to be this way. The book was heavily underlined and highlighted in many shades of ballpoint, and the angry notes were all in the familiar scrawl Shelly had copied down from the blackboard every weekday. She wondered just how many times Michelle had red the book, and what it meant to her. One color of pen underlined all of the expressions of anger and frustration, another the explicit bits of sex. A more recent green underlined the passages filled with deep sorrow. Late in the evening, about 8 o'clock, Michelle left Shelly on the couch and started making a racket in the kitchen. She didn't mean to, but the penetrating silence was so crisp it shattered forcibly beneath the pots and pans. Shelly came over to watch, perched on a barstool on the other side of the sink. Michelle's movements were graceful as well as natural, with a sense of security in familiar surroundings. They had winter squash and rice ochazuke. After dinner Michelle sent Shelly home. "You have class tomorrow, and your roommate will worry about you." Shelly was visibly disappointed, "I was hoping I could stay with you." She admitted. "Nonsense. You have to keep up with your studies!" She smiled as she pushed the young woman out into the cold. She knew Shelly would be back, and when she arrived, Michelle would be better prepared.