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My Name Is Heather

By: RavenSSS



This story is dedicated to Heather, the real life Heather. Although some details are true, the outcome isn't. However, that is how we would have liked it to end.



I left home after I graduated from college. I didn't like the way my parents treated my youngest sister which was the same way they had treated me; because I had no means to change that situation, I came to this city hoping to earn enough to take my sibling out of that environment. I had another goal in mind; maybe I'd meet the man of my dreams. Though I had had a few boyfriends while I was in school, none was the guy I would want to marry. 

My name is Heather. I am twenty-two years old; I'm 5'8" and weigh135 pounds; I have brown hair and green eyes; I have a nice figure, but my best features are my breasts. Although I'm modest, I try to wear blouses and sweaters that accentuate them. I am heterosexual although I do like to look at good-looking, sexy women. Maybe I'm bi-curious. 

Something happened on the way to finding Mr. Right. I ride the subway to work every day, but I never get a seat. The stop that I get on is far enough from the end of the line that the seats are always taken; I always have to stand hanging on to an overhead strap and swaying from side to side as the old train car shifts and rumbles down the tracks. 

There aren't many people that ride the train, but there are enough that the seats are always taken. There is plenty of room to stand, and the car isn't crowded except on sale days when it seems that the whole city tries to get on this one train; I feel as if I'm being crushed, but I have seen pictures of the Japanese trains and how the people are forced into the cars. I am grateful that isn't the case here, and I don't sweat the crowded car once a week.

There is an older woman who rides the train every day, and who is usually seated across from where I stand. She must get on early in order to get a seat, and I wish I lived at the end of the line. The woman has a pretty face and a pleasant expression; she is slim, tall and has a nice figure. I try to figure out where she goes and what she does for a living. She appears to be in her late thirties or early forties - almost twice my age. I hope I don't have to continue riding this subway when I'm as old as she is. 

One morning, she caught me looking at her, but she didn't smile. She is either stuck up or very shy as she quickly averted her eyes. Her clothes look as though they are rather expensive, so I guess she isn't a clerk or a sales person. 

Occasionally, the woman would get up and give someone else her seat which is very nice of her. It makes me feel that she is a nice person. One morning the car was very crowded, and I had to stand right in front of her. She never looked up at me, but looked straight ahead. It occurred to me that she was staring at my breasts. Well, they were directly in front of her, so what else could she do? 

As more people got on and the subway car became very crowded, I was forced to move even closer to her. I had one leg between hers and one outside her left leg. I was a bit embarrassed as we were both wearing dresses and out legs were bare. I could feel her skin, and therefore she must feel mine; just one of the situations one encounters riding the subway, so I wasn't upset. Actually, it felt quite nice to have skin-to-skin contact with another person. When my stop was next, I pulled my leg from between hers and prepared to fight my way to the doors. I may have imagined it, but it seemed that she was actually holding my leg with hers, and I had to pull a bit to free my leg. Again, I chalked it up to the press of the crowd. 

The following day, Friday, was not a sale day, and the car wasn't crowded. I stood across from the woman whom I began calling 'brown eyes'; her eyes are brown with specks of hazel, I think. I haven't looked at them up close. Anyway, I was looking at her when suddenly she looked up and looked straight at my face – my eyes. I didn't look away, and we maintained eye contact for a long time. She didn't smile, and I didn't smile; we just kept eye contact. Finally, just before my stop, I blinked. I looked around, but when I looked back, she was still staring at my face. I pretended I didn't notice and got off at my stop.

I work for a downtown publisher as a copy editor. I read manuscripts all day long; most are dull and bore me, but some are interesting, and I hate to stop reading them, so I take them home in an old leather briefcase with the company logo on it and the name of the publisher in small gold letters across the top edge. I love to read and by reading manuscripts, I don't have to spend money on books.

On Monday, I boarded the train, and when I looked over at her, "brown eyes" was watching me; instead of standing across from her, I stood in front of her but didn't look at her. A few minutes later, I felt a tap on the briefcase and when I looked down, "brown eyes" was holding her hand out in the direction of the briefcase and patting her lap. Evidently, she was suggesting that she hold the briefcase for me. I laid it on her lap and she nodded. 

When we were near my stop, I picked up the briefcase from her lap and nodded my thanks to her. For the next two weeks, she carried my briefcase on her lap until I got off the train. It was neat that I didn't have to hold the case AND try to hang onto the strap and try to balance as the car swayed from side to side. 

On the Thursdays of those two weeks, the press of the crowd caused me to put my leg between hers again, and I felt her legs rub back and forth on mine as the car swayed especially in the turns. I couldn't tell if it was deliberate or accidental as the rubbing was in sync with the swaying car. She is such an nice lady that it couldn't be deliberate, could it?

The following Thursday, the sale day, the car was crowded, and I wasn't able to get to "brown eyes", and I had to hold the case myself. I noticed that she had given her seat to someone else; then she was right in front of me. I hadn't seen her pushing through the other people but here she was. More people got on when the train stopped at stations along the way. The press became greater, and "brown eyes" was up against me. Being a bit taller than I, she was looking over my shoulder. I could feel her breasts against my breasts. I could feel my nipples harden and then, I could actually feel her nipples become erect. I couldn't move because of the crowd, but I wouldn't have wanted to anyway. The feel of breasts against breasts, especially when the car swayed, was extremely stimulating, and I could feel my pussy getting wet. I am straight, well a bit bi-curious, but I could not help but get turned on.

When more people got on, brown eyes and I were flattened against each other, and I could feel her belly pressing against my belly. She had been holding her arms straight down, but it must have been awkward to hold them that way, and she slid them around my waist and held on to me. My breaths were coming faster than usual, and I was becoming very aroused. When her hands reached down and held my buttocks, I thought I was going to have to gasp for air; I couldn't seem to breathe properly. Each time the car would sway, brown eyes squeezed my bottom. Her cheek was against my face, and it felt like we were having sexual intercourse. If my stop hadn't come up just about that time, I think I would have had an orgasm. I kissed her cheek and left the train. We had not spoken a single word to one another during this time or since we'd ridden the train together.

On Friday, I stood in front of her again and was about to put the briefcase on her lap, but she shook her head no, pointed to me and patted her lap. Suddenly, I was shaking and my face was tingling. I looked around to see if anyone was watching us, but everyone was busy with his or her newspapers and magazines or were trying to catch a nap. 

I don't recall how I turned around or how it happened, but the next thing I knew, I was sitting on brown eyes' lap with my buttocks against her belly and thighs; the briefcase was on the seat beside us, and brown eyes' arms were around me with her hands in my lap. Again, I looked around the car, but no one was paying the slightest attention to us; in fact, I noticed a few others sitting on someone's lap; I had never been aware of that before. 

As the car swayed, I felt brown eyes' hands move and slide a few inches across the top of my thighs. She must have felt me trembling because she stopped her hand movement and let me catch my breath. We sat that way until I had to get off the train. I was still shaking when I reached my office, and when I tried to read, I read the same paragraph over and over: I had no idea of what it said. 

The following week, I sat on brown eyes' lap each day but on Thursday, we did our sex dance in the car with dozens of people around us. Last week my panties were soaked and there had been a spot on my dress where it had been pressed against my pussy. Since I had anticipated having clandestine sex with brown eyes today, I was a bit more prepared; I wore a tampon. I didn't want to show up for work with the front of my dress all wet.

Fortunately, the tampon worked as brown eyes had reached down and rubbed my crotch for the entire time we were pressed up against each other. I stayed on the edge of orgasm for probably twenty minutes, but never went over the top. I was even closer to orgasm than the previous Thursday, but again I had to leave the train at my stop; At work, I had to go to the ladies' room, sit in a stall, and 'relieve my tension' before I could start my day's assignment. 

It was especially thrilling standing in the middle of a subway car with people all around us who had no idea we were humping each other. We did this for several Thursdays in a row; I never orgasmed and had to masturbate when I got to work, but I had no intention of demurring. This was the highlight of my week, and I couldn't wait for Thursdays. 

One Thursday, another passenger added some comic relief to our exciting sex dance. I had been grinding my pelvis into brown eye's crotch when I realized my bottom was rotating against the buttocks of the woman directly behind me. She must have thought I was deliberately rubbing her rear, and she began rubbing back against me. I laughed to myself thinking I was getting two for one. I tried to look over my shoulder to see what she looked like but all I could see was her long blonde hair. 

Evidently, she was as tall as I, or she was wearing heels because we were dancing 'cheek to cheek'. I tried to turn when she stopped pressing against me, but she was gone from the train before I could see her. I whispered to brown eyes what had happened, but she was so engrossed in our encounter that she didn't even smile. I wondered if the blonde would be back the following Thursday but no, our 'threesome' never happened again.

On Friday, I sat in brown eyes' lap again and flexed my buttocks against her thighs while she caressed the inside of my thighs through my dress. Her hands were hidden from view by a newspaper she had brought with her. Suddenly, the train's wheels began to screech, and everyone in the car groaned. They knew the train would stop and all power would be gone. We would have to sit in the dark for up to an hour until power was restored, and the ancient, obsolete, poorly maintained train could move again. This situation occurred four or five times a year and was not novel to the passengers who had been using this line in the past.

Just before the lights dimmed and went out, brown eyes pushed me up off her lap, stood up, and pushed me down on the bench seat where she had been sitting. It happened so fast that I didn't have time to think about it. When the lights went out, it was like closing your eyes in a coalmine. Nothing; absolutely black. Pitch black or whatever the term is. A few seconds later, brown eyes slid her hands under my skirt and up along the outside of my legs. She must have been bending over or on her knees because her hands and arms were parallel to my thighs. 

I grabbed her arms through my dress, but she didn't stop. She tried to pull my panties down and before I realized what she was attempting, I was helping her by lifting my ass. Then she stopped. She took one hand from under my dress and moved my briefcase to the floor. She must have knelt on the briefcase, and all I could think was, "I have my lunch in there; she's going to smash my sandwich." What a thing to think at a time like that. 

She had been unsuccessful at removing my panties, so she settled for sliding the crotch to one side, and I felt her face on my thighs. She pulled my legs apart until she could reach my pussy with her mouth. I felt her tongue move up and down my slit until I was soaking wet and my vagina opened. Brown eyes sucked me for a few seconds and then began putting her tongue inside me, dragging it up between my labia, and licking over my clitoris. I was so turned on by her actions and the stimulus of doing this with people all around us that I came within a minute or two. I had to practically bite my tongue to keep quiet. She didn't stop but continually licked and sucked until she had brought me to orgasm eight or ten times; I lost count after four. Occasionally she made a sucking or slurping noise, and I pretended to cough to cover it up. 

Then she stuck her finger in me and dragged it across the top of my vagina – my G spot. I thought. "Oh, cripes." I'm going to ejaculate if she keeps that up," and with that thought, I did. She had withdrawn her finger and covered my pussy with her mouth, so I didn't spray anywhere except in her mouth. When I calmed down and stroked her hair, she put her mouth back on my pussy and began pumping my belly with her right hand while playing with my butt with her left. What did she want? I had to pee badly by this time, and she wasn't making it easy for me to hold it in. Then I realized she was trying to get me to pee. I tried to release my bladder muscles but it wasn't easy; however, her insistent pumping of my belly did the trick, and I opened my sphincter. She held on tight as my bladder drained into her mouth. I couldn't have stopped if I had tried. Brown eyes licked my pubic area of any moisture that her mouth had missed and pulled her head from my pubes.

I was completely spent. She had drained me completely. When she pulled her hands from under my dress, she reached up and tried to put her finger in my mouth. I resisted and turned my head to the side, but she was persistent and finally I opened my mouth and sucked her finger. Yuck, the taste was terrible; it tasted like bitter metal. Then I realized there was a sweet after taste – blood; I was having my period four days early. Brown eyes was trying to tell me that I was menstruating, and I wasn't wearing a tampon. She started rummaging through her purse until she found one and opened it. She gave it to me and I slid it up into my vagina. I still had the tube but didn't know what to do with it. She found a Kleenex in her purse, wrapped the bloody tube in it, and put it back in her purse. 

I was stunned. Not only had she licked me to a bunch of orgasms, stuck her tongue half way to my tonsils, swallowed my ejaculate, and drank my pee, but she did all that with my menstrual blood pouring out of me. I was about to say something to her when the train began making that crazy noise that indicated that the power was coming back, and the lights would go on. I felt brown eyes leave me and stand up. When the lights did return, I looked up at her and noticed her lipstick was smeared and there were traces of blood on her face. I took a mirror and some Kleenex from my purse and handed them to her. She looked in the mirror, wiped her face, and handed the mirror back. She stood until my stop came up, and I rose and was about to leave. Brown eyes took my hand and squeezed; she looked in my eyes but still didn't smile or speak. On the platform, I realized I was holding something in my hand. It was a business card; brown eyes' business card: A. Dawn; Bio-Med, Inc., and an address, phone number and business e-mail address.

When I got to work, I went straight to the ladies' room and checked myself. My panty crotch was bloody, but the tampon was okay. I changed it anyway. I took off my panties, wrapped them in tissue paper and stuck them in my purse. I felt strange at first not having them on, but I thought, "What difference does it make when the tampon will keep any secretions from coming out of me; and I'm wearing a dress so there are no pants' seams to irritate me." I still felt risqué without panties on, but after what happened in the subway, it was a moot point. 

I got to my desk and began to edit the manuscript where I had left off the night before, but I couldn't keep my mind on it. I sighed and picked up the phone; I called A. Dawn's business number and got her secretary. I told her I was a friend of Miss Dawn's and would like to speak with her. I had a lump in my throat the size of a grapefruit and I couldn't breathe. When her secretary came back on the line, she asked me if I were the editor who was going to read Miss Dawn's manuscript. I was a bit taken aback, but then I realized that the old briefcase I had carried showed the publisher's name and, having read that, and putting two and two together, she must have known I was carrying a manuscript in it.

After a long pause, and her secretary saying hello a few times, I was able to speak and say I was the editor. She told me that Miss Dawn was very busy and couldn't come to the phone. She asked that if it wouldn't be too much trouble, could I see Miss Dawn at her home after work tonight? She was much too busy to see me during work hours. I said that I might be able to fit her in this evening and her secretary gave me the address and phone number. She told me that I should try to make it about nine o'clock which would give Miss Dawn time to get home and be ready for me. She asked me my name and I told her 'Heather', but didn't give my last name. She said, "Heather, Miss Dawn will have Chinese food delivered, so don't bother eating before you get there. By the way, make sure you bring your briefcase as Miss Dawn will expect you to take her manuscript with you to finish reading over the weekend."

I tried everything I could think of to stay busy and not anticipate my evening 'date'. If the subway affair was any indication of what would happen, I was in for one heck of a ride but probably not tonight. My period was at its heaviest flow, and I would be extremely uncomfortable about having sex at that time. I would feel better if I were wearing a tampon but would that put a damper on the festivities? Well, I'd have to wait and see. Miss Dawn hadn't seemed put off by my period, but she didn't know about it until she went down on me and probably felt it was too late to back out. I suppose she could have stopped after my first orgasm, but I had no idea what her mindset was.

I arrived at Miss Dawn's apartment building about an hour early. I couldn't stand waiting at home; however, I was so nervous that sitting in the car waiting for nine o'clock was an ordeal. Finally, I went to her door at five minutes after nine - just to let her know I wasn't anxious. 

When Miss A. Dawn answered the door, her hair was down around her shoulders instead of the twist that she had worn to work. She was wearing a short, brightly embroidered Japanese kimono. As I walked in, she moved back to let me pass, and the lower part of the kimono gaped open showing she had nothing on under it. I felt really nervous.

Her apartment is furnished in Scandinavian Modern and is very handsome. I wish I could furnish my place to make it look this fashionable. Well, someday when I make enough salary, I will try this minimalist look.


My Name Is Heather Ch. 02



Intro: This is a chapter of the My Name is Heather series. These are meant to be read in sequential order, and may not be understandable otherwise." 

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I'm a bit confused as to my sexual orientation. Although I had fooled around with a couple of girls in school, I have always thought of myself as being heterosexual.

My name is Heather; I'm a copy editor for a local publisher. Recently, in spite of believing I am straight, I have become involved with another woman. The relationship is rather one-sided, though, as I haven't been able to reciprocate sexually when she pleasures me.

A little over a month ago, she had to go to Europe for business reasons, but before she left, she helped me find an apartment closer to the downtown area where I work, and we traded keys to our respective apartments.

There's a laundry room in the basement of the twelve-unit apartment building that I moved into. The four pairs of washers and dryers were normally busy during the first three weekdays and on weekends, so I do my laundry on Thursday afternoon, after work. It was the only time I find the units idle, and I made that a routine. 

Sometimes, a very attractive woman from the first floor washed her clothes at the same time that I did. It was okay if I only needed two washers, but sometimes I needed three and there was a conflict. However, I was too timid to ask her to do hers later in the afternoon. 

After a few weeks, I finally decided to do my laundry two hours later, but she showed up and took two washers again. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying something nasty to her.

So far, we hadn't spoken to each other during these silent laundry battles, I decided that, maybe, if I got to know her, we could discuss a schedule that would be mutually agreeable. 

So I swallowed my pride and said, "We live in the same building; we should at least introduce ourselves. I'm Heather; I live on the second floor in 2C." 

"Hi. I'm Paula. I live in 1A. It's nice to meet you." She seemed sincere about that, which was a surprise from someone in this city. "You haven't lived in the building very long, have you?" asked Paula.

"No, I moved here from another part of town about a month ago. Have you lived here long, Paula?" Heather asked.

"Six months or so," she said, turning to face me. 

Her t-shirt had a very suggestive slogan for one of the breast cancer awareness organizations across the front, accentuating her pert breasts: If you don't check them I will.  My mouth went dry at the idea of following the slogan's suggestion and I found it hard to speak for a moment.

"So, what do you do?" I tried again.

"I'm a secretary for a company downtown," she was still being very vague. "And you?"

"I'm a copy editor for a publisher. I read and edit manuscripts." I replied.

"Oh, maybe you've edited manuscripts for my boss, Adelene Sterling. She writes technical instruction manuals." 

"No, the name isn't familiar." I admitted.

"Heather, I have to ask you something, it's a bit embarrassing. The tenants here have a pact that we can wash the clothes we're wearing. Would that be alright with you?" Paula asked.

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure I know what you mean. Of course it's okay with me if you wash all your clothes," said Heather with a quizzical tone in her voice.

"Maybe I didn't phrase the question properly. Usually, it's the family in one unit who are using all the washers at once," Paula tried. "You and I are the only singles and live alone. Here read this card. That should explain what I mean."

Paula took an eight by eleven card from a shelf and handed it to Heather. The card read in large print: 'Please don't open the door. I am washing ALL my clothes and I'm undressed. I'll be out as soon as my clothes are dried and I can get dressed again.' 

"Wow! Will you be taking off all of your clothes, Paula? I can come back later if you want privacy. How long do you need?" asked Heather.

"We use this room as a retreat. That's why there's a TV, a small refrigerator, books, and magazines in here. People can get away from their kids or wife or husband for a while. About two hours. I stay here because someone might take my clothes out of the units and do their own. That's happened before. If I keep the door closed and stay here, that won't happen," Paula explained. "I usually take all my clothes off, but I could keep my underwear on if you'd be uncomfortable otherwise."

Heather's mouth was very dry. She had been ogling this woman and found her extremely attractive. Paula was a little shorter than Heather, with a narrow waist, wide hips and high firm breasts. Heather could practically see Paula's braless breasts through the thin T-shirt she was wearing. Her almond shaped eyes, deep black hair and high cheekbones made for a beautiful face. Heather became excited about seeing Paula naked.

"Um, um, uh," stammered Heather, not because she didn't want Paula to strip; just the opposite. She wanted her to take her clothes off, but was embarrassed about saying so.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Heather. You were here first. I'll come back later," exclaimed Paula.

"Oh no, Paula. It would be a pain for you to have to come back later. No. It's okay. I mean you can take your clothes off. I won't mind if that's what you do when you do laundry. I was just taken aback. It was so sudden that I didn't have time to think. By all means, take your clothes off. That sounds funny. Oh, Paula, just do what you're used to doing." 

Heather thought she was about to hyperventilate imagining Paula naked. Heather still thought of herself as heterosexual. How could the thought of this woman nude cause such stirrings in her?

Paula turned her back and pulled off her blue jeans. She was wearing thong panties and her bottom was round and firm. Heather stared at those luscious cheeks and felt herself getting wet. Paula pulled off her T-shirt and her C-cup breasts were firm. They looked like two large pears pointing straight at Heather. Paula had a bit of a belly, but it was round and feminine. 

No longer dry, Heather's mouth began to water. She was salivating over this girl's sexy body. She wondered what was happening to her that Paula's body was getting her aroused. What would her SO, her significant other, think about Paula turning her on? 

"Heather, would it be alright with you if I washed my panties, too? I don't have many, so I have to wash them every week. They are so expensive that I can't afford more than a few pair."

"By all means, Paula, go ahead and wash them." Paula sat back against a washing machine and pulled off her briefs. Her black pubic hair was cropped close to her mound and shaved around her labia. Heather pretended not to look at Paula's pussy, but found that she was breathing heavily. 

"Oh, I must be embarrassing you, Heather. I'll wrap a towel around me. There. I hope that's better for you."

No! Heather thought. I want to look at your nude body. 

"That's fine, Paula, but it would have been okay without the towel." She hoped that Paula would take it off, but the woman kept it on. Paula began loading the washer from a basket of clothes; every time she bent to transfer clothes to the machine, Heather got a glimpse of her bottom and her vagina as the towel rode up on her thighs. She started to hyperventilate and tried hard to control her breathing.

After Paula turned the washer on, Heather noticed that Paula was pressing her crotch against the corner of the machine. As the washer vibrated, so did Paula. 

The girl's shivering body fascinated Heather. When the machine changed cycles, the towel dropped from Paula's rear and was only between her crotch and the machine corner. Her buttocks shook along with the washer. As she watched Paula's bottom quivering, Heather tried to keep her hands away from her own pussy. She was strongly stimulated and wanted desperately to bring herself to orgasm.

When she smelled Paula's arousal, Heather groaned, but Paula was engrossed in her proximity to her own orgasm and was oblivious to Heather. Suddenly, Paula threw her head back and emitted a long, low wail from deep within herself. Heather could see liquid running down the inside of Paula's beautiful legs. Finally, Paula pulled herself together and wiped her pubes and legs with the towel. 

She turned and gave Heather a weak grin, "My, that went well. Oh my heavens! I'm so sorry, Heather. That was much more than you wanted to witness, I'm sure."

"What are you referring to, Paula? I was reading this magazine and wasn't paying attention." Heather noticed that she was holding the magazine upside down and hurriedly dropped it on the chair before Paula could see it.

Paula felt her legs trembling and her knees were weak. She spread the towel on the chair next to Heather and collapsed onto the seat. Her scent was hanging in the air in this small, closed room, and Heather couldn't help but breathe it in. She wanted to masturbate, but didn't dare let Paula know she was aroused. 

The two women sat side by side waiting for their clothes to dry. Heather had become acclimated to Paula's 'aroma', and had calmed down a bit. The first thing she wanted to do when she took her clean clothes up to her apartment was to find BOB, her 'battery operated boyfriend' and relieve the tension in her loins. 

As Heather was about to leave, Paula put her hand on Heather's arm and asked her if she would like to have dinner with her in her apartment. "Heather, I have had a crock-pot cooking up beef stew since early this morning. Come back down when you've put your laundry away. I'll be working on a Cobb salad, and dinner will be ready in about half an hour. Please join me. I hate to eat alone." 

"Gee, Paula, I don't want to impose. I don't have even a bottle of wine to bring with me. Could you wait until I go to the store and buy one," Heather asked.

"No way. I have wine, too; however, I don't know what goes with beef stew: red or white. Does it matter to you?" Paula queried.

"Lord, no, I don't know the difference either. Okay, that sounds wonderful. I hate to cook for myself, too. Thanks so much for the invite. I'll be down in half an hour," said Heather.

"Before you leave, Heather, would you do me a favor? Look outside the door and see if anyone's out there. When you get to the top of the stairs, signal me if there is no one in the hall. I don't want to get dressed in here and then undressed when I get to my apartment," Heather agreed, looked outside, and carried her basket up the stairs. 

When she reached the hall, she motioned Paula to come ahead. Paula rushed up the basement stairs with her laundry basket. Heather watched Paula's breasts bounce as she climbed the stairs. Heather was aroused again. 

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After Paula closed her apartment door, Heather went to her apartment; she found her vibrator and was able to reach an orgasm in just a few minutes. Her tension was gone. She put her clean clothes away, took a quick shower, dressed and hurried down to Paula's apartment.

When Heather reached the first-floor apartment, Paula welcomed her with a glass of white wine and told her that dinner would be ready in five minutes. 

Paula was wearing only a long T-shirt and sandals. Heather felt overdressed in jeans. She would definitely keep Paula's present appearance in mind the next time she masturbated.

'Ummm. This is really good, Paula. Do you cook like this often?" Heather asked.

"No. But if I had someone else to cook for, I would cook more often. I love being a chef. It's a hobby of mine," Paula said with a sigh.

"What about your boyfriend? Don't you cook for him?" asked Heather.

"No boyfriend, Heather. There are no eligible men where I work, and I don't go anywhere where there are any. Where is your significant other?" Paula inquired.

"It's hard to believe that someone as attractive as you doesn't have men breaking down your door. Oh, my significant other, well, uh, overseas." Heather offered.

"In the army you mean? In Iraq or Afghanistan?" Paula asked with an inquisitive tone in her voice.

"Well, uh, umm," Heather stuttered.

"Oh, I don't mean to pry. One of those secret military places, I take it? I won't ask any more questions. Sorry," Paula apologized but wondered what the mystery was.

"Heather, I just had a thought. Since you don't like to cook, and I do, why don't I cook for both of us? I'd love to try new recipes if you'd be willing to risk your life on my cooking." Paula asked jokingly.

"That is so generous of you, Paula, but I feel that would be taking advantage of you," Heather said uncomfortably.

"No, no. I'd love it. I'll tell you what we can do; let's eat together regularly. We'll split the grocery bill, and if you feel you have to help, you can clean up afterwards. Please say yes. We can shop together at that market down the street. Please, Heather. Just until your boyfriend gets back from overseas. Okay? I'd love your company," Paula pleaded.

"That would be absolutely marvelous. I feel lonely myself and that would be ..." Paula had one foot raised up on the chair she was sitting on. As Paula was wearing no underwear, Heather could see her pussy. She found it difficult to speak. What is happening to me? Why is this woman raising my blood pressure? She thought: I hope she dresses this way when I'm here again. But what if she has some ulterior motive for suggesting we eat together? Well, I can always find some excuse and end it. It's not like she is going to attack me or anything.

I can't wait to see her naked again. I hope Paula takes her clothes off the next time we wash clothes together. She has such a great body.

"Paula, do you want to wash clothes together again? We can talk and the time will go by a lot faster," Heather queried.

"You must have been reading my mind. I was about to ask you the same thing. I really like this, Heather. It'll be almost like we're living together," Paula replied.

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Four weeks have gone by and the two women have had dinner together every evening and washed clothes together every Thursday after work. Paula locked the laundry room door, took her clothes off and used the washer as a vibrator. Heather was so turned on each time that she rushed upstairs and masturbated. Paula's scent stayed in her nostrils until Heather came one or more times. She was not as anxious for her SO to come home now.

One evening as she was about to fall asleep, the phone rang. "Hello," she said sleepily.

"Heather, it's me, Paula. I can't sleep. I think someone turned my doorknob. Maybe it's a burglar or worse. Is it all right if I come up to your apartment? I can sleep on the sofa. I'm really scared, Heather." Before Heather could say yes or no, Paula continued, "Heather, can you watch for me coming up the stairs?"

"Sure Paula, give me one minute to put on a robe, and I'll open my door and watch until you come up," suggested Heather with anticipation.

Heather opened her door and watched Paula, wearing a shorty nightgown, run up the stairs. When Paula got to Heather's apartment, she grabbed Heather, pushed her into the apartment, turned and closed and locked the door. She turned and hugged Heather and held her for several minutes. Heather didn't push her away. She liked the feel of Paula's body against hers.

"Gee Paula, I thought you would be dressed. I don't have extra bedclothes to put on the sofa. Well, I suppose you'll have to sleep in my bed. It's queen-size, so there's enough room for two. Is that okay with you or would you rather go back down and bring up a pillow and a sheet for the sofa?" asked Heather.

"I think your bed would be more comfortable. That'll be fine; that is if it's okay with you. I wouldn't want to crowd you." The two women went to bed and faced away from each other. Although she was a bit stimulated by Paula's presence, Heather fell asleep within minutes.

"Heather, are you asleep? ....Heather? Are you asleep, Heather? .....Heather? .... Heather?"

"What is it, Paula? I was asleep. Can it wait 'til morning? I've been reading and editing a manuscript since dinner, and I'm exhausted. Let me go back to sleep."

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It was Saturday, six thirty in the morning. "Heather, are you awake yet?" ...Heather?" Paula was pressing up against Heather, spoon fashion. She was kissing the nape of Heather's neck and had her arm around Heather. "Are you awake, Heather?"

"I am now. Paula, this isn't going to work if you keep waking me. Paula, do you realize you're holding my boob?" Paula took her hand away. Heather looked at the clock. "Cripes Paula, it's six thirty. Let me sleep at least another hour. Okay?" 

"Heather, are you awake? It's seven thirty. Can we talk?" asked Paula.

"Yes, I'm awake now. Paula, you're holding my tit again. What is so important that you have to talk about it so early?" She sat up, rubbed her eyes and looked at Paula who was now sitting up. Heather had enjoyed Paula holding her breast, but the stimulation made it difficult to sleep. She saw that Paula had taken her nightgown off and was naked. 

Heather admired Paula's big pointed breasts and thought: I've always considered my breasts to be my best feature, but Paula's are beautiful, too. They aren't shaped like mine, but they are really yummy. I have an urge to bite them.

"Heather, I have a confession to make. Something is really bothering me. I've been doing something that I'm ashamed of, and I want to tell you...Heather, I lied to you; there is no pact among the residents in this building about washing all their clothes and being nude in the laundry room. I made that up because I was trying to excite you. I made that sign; I put the lock on the door; I took my clothes off and used the washing machine to get off because I wanted you to respond. I wore a T-shirt when we had dinner and put my foot up on my chair, so you could see between my legs when the T slid down. I wanted a reaction that I never got, and I'm ashamed of myself. Heather, I'm gay. I was hoping you were gay, too. I couldn't bring myself to come right out and ask you, so that's why I did what I did.

"Even after you told me you had a boyfriend, I hoped you might be bi, and we could make love until he got back from overseas. I've been watching you ever since you moved here, and I am smitten with you, Heather. Smitten. Do you think you could like me even a little; enough to have sex with me, I mean? Pleaded Paula.

"Heather, I've read that men don't mind their women having sex with another woman; they even enjoy it. The most common fantasy men have is having two women in bed at the same time. I'd be willing to do that when he gets back home; I don't mean having sex with him but letting him watch me pleasuring you. Please Heather, think about it. I know you're straight, but you could close your eyes and pretend it was your boyfriend going down on you, sucking your boobs, licking your thighs, and..."

Heather didn't let Paula finish her thoughts, "Paula, my significant other is very important to me. My feelings of love, devotion, even adoration will never change, and I will never consider leaving that relationship. As far as I'm concerned, that commitment is for ever," Heather declared.

"That being said, I want you to know that I have responded to your sexuality – and nudity. I have been stimulated and aroused by you; I just didn't let on because I didn't know you were gay and trying to entice me. I thought your actions were purely incidental and naïve," Heather admitted.

"I'm not sure I could actually have sex with you, but I am sorely tempted. I may be bi-curious if not actually bi-sexual. I may regret asking this, but what did you have in mind?" Heather wondered if she was making a grave mistake by not nipping this in the bud, but she was needy and Paula was yummy. This was compounded by the fact that her significant other was not there to take care of her physical needs.




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Paula thought and then said, "Well, for starters, I'd like to feel your body. I'm dying to run my hands all over you; I want to lick you all over; kiss you all over your body; I want to suck your nipples; I want to caress you, feel your bare body against mine; I want to lick your pussy, suck your juices, stick my tongue up inside you, nibble on your labia, squeeze your bottom, and a dozen other deliciously lascivious things. That's partially what I have in mind. And that's just for starters. I lust for you, Heather. Lust, lust, lust! 

"If you would permit any of those things, it would make me very happy. If you'd like, I'll go online and find out what else other lesbians do for pleasure and add them to the list. Please, Heather, let me give both of us pleasure. Just allow me access to your body. 

Heather, since you're straight, I won't ask you to do anything for me - if I can help it," Paula pleaded.

"Whoa! That is overwhelming. Paula, let me think about it. This is just too sudden for me to assimilate right now. But, Paula, in case I can't do as you ask, remember that I do find you extremely attractive and incredibly sexy. I have thought many times during the last few weeks that you make my pulse race. Please don't coax or pressure me. I'll give it all my attention and let you know as soon as I know. Acceptable?" Heather answered.

"Oh yes, Heather. It's more than I could have hoped for - just hours ago. I won't bring it up again, but I will continue to try to entice you - in the laundry room. I just won't vocalize what I would like to do to you," Paula responded.

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Endnote: Heather and Paula are the actual names of the two women depicted here, and who asked to be in the story. While this story itself is not factual, character description is close, and the sex scenes are closer. 

Heather and Paula discussed the sexual aspects they wanted performed with each other in this and ensuing chapters. I was privy to that information and, with their permission, have incorporated it into the stories. 

The characters in my stories have a real life counterpart whom I know, or they have been suggested by readers who wanted their story told. One positive aspect of this is it makes it easier for someone with a memory problem like me, to keep track of them in the stories.



My Name Is Heather Ch. 03



 Intro: Heather's lover has been away on a business trip for the last few months and has not been expected back for another few weeks. She had helped Heather find an apartment just before she left town, and they had traded keys. Heather loved her but wasn't sure she was 'in love' with her. Heather has been rather conflicted about her own sexual orientation. She still felt she was straight although she enjoyed having Dawn go down on her. 

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My Name is Heather Ch. 3: Heather eats pussy.

Dinner was baked macaroni and cheese and a light salad. Paula was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, not just the T she had always worn before she professed to Heather that she wanted her sexually. She was keeping a low profile to avoid having Heather back away. She hadn't even stripped when they were washing clothes. She was biding her time and hoping that Heather would allow her certain liberties.

"Paula, I've been thinking about what you asked me." Paula's pulse raced. Was she about to be turned on – or turned down? "I feel like I'd be cheating on my lover if I let you do – those things to me." Before Heather could continue, Paula burst into tears. She thought that she would be strong if Heather turned her down, but her emotions got the better of her. She dropped the fork she was holding and ran to her bedroom. 

Heather could hear the woman sobbing. She felt like a heel, but what could she do? She was damned if she did and damned if she didn't go along with what Paula wanted. She was also afraid that if she did allow Paula into her bed for sex, there might be an emotional attachment later –hers or Paula's or both - if that hadn't already happened. She realized that she cared quite a bit for Paula.

Going to Paula's bedroom, she sat on the bed beside Paula and said, "Paula honey, you knew that the answer might be that I couldn't do what you asked. Please don't cry."

"I know, Heather, but I was hoping. Could you kiss me?" Paula was on the bed on her stomach. She turned over, reached up and put her arms around Heather's neck. Heather kissed Paula gently on the mouth and was lost in the kiss. She lay down beside Paula and took her in her arms. They clung to each other, kissing more and more passionately until it was too late to stop. 

Later, Heather could not have explained how her jeans and panties had come off nor how Paula's tongue found its way into her vagina. She did recall that her orgasm was so intense that she was overwhelmed by it. No one before, not even her lover, had been able to stimulate that area deep inside her that threatened to inundate her senses. Heather could no longer insist that she was completely straight. She wanted more from this wonderful, sexy woman. She loved her significant other, but now she lusted for Paula as much as Paula lusted for her. The two partially clothed women fell asleep in each other's arms.



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For the next week, Paula had slept in Heather's bed. She had reveled in licking and kissing Heather's body, sucking her nipples and clitoris, and licking deeply into Heather's vagina to elicit orgasm after orgasm. Heather was in a blissful state of seemingly one continual sexual spasm after another. It seemed they started just after dinner and lasted until she fell asleep completely sated and exhausted. She was forced to do all her editing in the office, as there was no time left to do it in the evening. Her work did suffer a bit, but she was unable – or unwilling – to trade Paula's versatile tongue for what seemed now to be a dull manuscript.

"Are you satisfied, Heather, with how I eat your pussy? Please, tell me how I can make it feel better for you. I'll do anything you ask. Would you like me to suck your toes?" Paula offered.

"Wow! That sounds sexy. That would definitely be a turn on. Yes, I'd like that but don't touch the bottoms of my feet. I'm very ticklish." Heather admitted.

"Would you like anal sex? I could stick my tongue in your rear. I've never done that, but if you want me to, I'll do it," Paula suggested.

"Ugh, no way, Paula. I find that repugnant. Not only that, it could spread germs. No Paula, don't even think about it. As for how you perform oral sex, I can't imagine how you could improve your, um, technique. I absolutely love the way you use your tongue. You are my definition of an artist, an artiste. No honey, you couldn't do it any better," Heather declared. "Heather, have you thought about trying it yourself? Cunnilingus, I mean," Paula asked.

"Now Paula, you said you wouldn't ask me to reciprocate. I realize that you would like to have orgasms, too, but I just couldn't use my mouth on a woman's vagina. I have been selfish though. In fact, I have thought about getting you off manually. The problem has been that you have gone down on me from the time we finish dinner almost until I fall asleep. There has been no time for me to bring you to orgasm. Tonight, I plan to spend time playing with your pussy and clitoris. Just tell me what you like, and I promise I'll do my best," Heather declared.

"Heather, I said I wouldn't ask you – If I could help it. I'm dying to know what your tongue would feel like if you licked me; however, I understand, and I would be ecstatic if you would finger me to orgasm. What is it about performing oral sex that you think you wouldn't like?" Paula asked.

Heather giggled, "You're going to keep hinting that you want me to eat you, aren't you? No, Paula, I can't. Maybe it's the taste, or the smell, or the texture, or I'm too hetero, or whatever. I will say, Paula, that you have a beautiful pussy, if a pussy can be called beautiful, and if I were ever to perform cunnilingus, it would be on you. Fair enough?" Heather said.

"Have you ever tasted it, yours, I mean? How do you know you wouldn't like it if you haven't tried it? Asked Paula.

"Keep it up, Paula, and I'm going to take a bite out of your ass," Heather threatened.

"Promises, promises," Paula stuck her tongue out at Heather and gave her raspberries.

"Yes honey, I have tasted pussy. My former boyfriend liked me to suck him after we had sex, and I was able to taste his semen and my juices. Since they were mingled, I admit that I don't know exactly what I taste like. One of these days when I'm feeling brave, I'll taste myself." Heather said as considered the possibility.

"Do you think you'll ever be brave enough to taste me?" Heather hit Paula with a pillow and pinched her nipples. Of course, that turned her on, and she pulled Paula's head into her lap. 

"Just for asking that, Paula, I have to punish you. You have to eat me to orgasm again." Paula pretended that it was an onerous task that she did grudgingly. Heather was still feeling the effect of her last orgasm and she had another one almost immediately. Paula pulled her head out of Heather's crotch and made a big display of licking her lips and said, "De- lish-us. Yummy." Heather laughed and hit her with the pillow again.

"Oh, you're going to get it, Paula," Heather threatened again.

Paula's eyes widened and she said, "When? When?" They wrestled around on the bed for a while, then looked into each other's eyes and began kissing slow, passionate kisses. They were both on cloud nine.

"Paula, do you have any special fantasies or fetishes?" Heather asked.

"Yes Heather, but I think you know already what I really like – pussy. I love the taste and texture and scent. I love the juices and reactions I get when I suck and lick. I love giving orgasms. I can almost come - thinking of eating pussy," Paula admitted easily.

"But why are you asking? You know eating pussy, especially yours, is my fetish. I have an extremely strong oral fixation, Heather. Some people bite their nails, smoke cigarettes, or chew gum. I love to suck – pussy, clits, pussy lips, nipples, tongues, lips, toes, or any other part of a woman's body that I can get into my mouth. I'd put your whole boob in my mouth if it weren't so big. If I were straight, I'd be a world-class cocksucker. Haven't I made clear my desire to eat pussy?" asked Paula.

"Oh yes, it's abundantly clear. Can I tell you my fantasy, my fetish?" asked Heather.

"Heath-errr! I have asked you if I could be doing something else to please you. Why didn't you tell me you wanted more?"

"Actually, in a way, I want less. No, I don't mean less sex. My fantasy is being licked through my panties. I love that feeling. I still want to be licked without them on, too, but first I want to be licked to orgasm with my panties on. Could you do that? Would it be uncomfortable to lick through the cotton?"

"Honey, I'd eat you through your blue jeans if that's what you like. Put your panties back on and let me show you. There's just one thing I ask. After you come a few times, you'll have to wait until I suck your juices out of your panties before I eat you, er, raw, er, neat or whatever you'd call it without your panties on. Could you wait?" asked Paula.

"Oh my gawd! That would be such a turn on watching you suck my wet panties. Of course I could wait. My pulse is racing just thinking about it," gasped Heather.

For the next half hour, Paula licked Heather's pussy through her panties bringing her to several orgasms. Heather was practically purring, and when Paula pulled off Heather's cum soaked panties, folded them, and put them in her mouth with the crotch against her tongue, Heather orgasmed again - spontaneously. 

When Paula started licking and sucking her bare pussy, Heather began having sequential orgasms. She orgasmed every minute or two until she couldn't bear it any longer and pushed Paula's head away. She was hyperventilating and close to passing out. 

"Paula, don't touch me anymore until I can calm down. My clit is throbbing and is so sensitive, it hurts. I have day-dreamed about this all my adult life and now – now that my fantasy has come true, it is almost unbearable." She started crying with sheer emotion.



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For the next few days, Heather got Paula off manually, using two fingers in Paula's vagina to stroke Paula's G-spot until the woman orgasmed and ejaculated. Heather used a washcloth to drape over Paula's pussy and a heavy towel under her bottom when she gushed, so that her juices wouldn't drench the bed. 

While Paula was in an afterglow and had her eyes closed, Heather surreptitiously put her fingers in her mouth and tasted Paula's secretions. Hmmm, she thought, that really tastes good; it's a bit sweet with a salty aftertaste. Why am I so reluctant to eat pussy?

I sucked my college boyfriend's penis after intercourse many times during our two-year relationship. My juices didn't bother me then, so what's the big deal? My boyfriend went down on me many times, and he was no worse for wear. Paula practically drinks from my pussy. My lover eats my pussy and doesn't complain. Lesbians ingest vaginal secretions all the time, and it doesn't affect them. Men love threesomes and their women eat pussy. I've read that many straight women have lesbian sex.

It's really dumb of me to be so averse to eating pussy.

The next time Paula and I have sex, I'm going to go down on her; I'm really excited about doing that. Too bad we have to get up early tomorrow to go to work, or I'd eat her all night long. Well maybe not all night. Why have I wasted so much time avoiding licking her? She put her fingers back into Paula's vagina and then in her mouth. "Yum." Paula had fallen asleep after her last orgasm and didn't witness Heather licking her fingers.



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It was Saturday morning and light was just filtering through the windows. Heather stretched and looked over at Paula who was still sound asleep. Last night, they had kissed and cuddled for almost an hour. Then Paula went down on Heather, licking and sucking Heather's pussy until she orgasmed several times. Heather was able to get Paula off by rubbing her clit using the woman's vaginal juices for lubrication. She had sucked Paula's nipples for a very long time, and then they fell asleep in each other's arms. Heather felt strong emotion for this beautiful woman. She felt a pang of guilt about those feelings since she loved her significant other.

Without thinking, she bent over and kissed Paula's pubic lips several times until the woman began to stir; Heather hurriedly lay back on her pillow and feigned sleep. 

"Ummm, Heather. Did you just lick my pussy?" No answer. "Heather? Did you just lick me?"

"What did you say, Paula?" Heather asked, innocently.

"I asked if you just licked me," queried Paula.

"You were dreaming, Doll. Go back to sleep. I need more sleep, Paula. Don't wake me." Heather waited until she heard Paula's steady breathing. She bent over the sleeping woman and kissed that sweet pussy several times again, but moved away when Paula started to waken.

"Heather, you licked me, didn't you? You licked me! I felt it!" Paula, raised up on her elbow, insisted.

"What is it, Paula? What are you saying?" Still innocently, Heather mumbled.

"I felt you licking me, Heather. I know you did," insisted Paula.

"Paula, you are having weird dreams. Would I lick you? Of course not. Why would I do a thing like that? I don't lick women. You know I don't," Heather stated.

"I know you did, Heather. I didn't dream it. You licked my pussy," said Paula, not giving up.

"I swear I didn't lick your pussy, Paula. I – did – not – lick – your – pussy," Heather again insisted.

"Then why is my pussy wet?" demanded Paula.

"Let me see, Paula. Why would your pussy be wet? Hmmm. You stubbed your toe yesterday? You ate dinner last night? You took a shower before going to bed? You woke up in bed this morning? Paula, what doesn't make your pussy wet? Your pheromones are wafting in the air constantly. You're a sex fiend, Paula. Your pussy is always wet," Heather observed just a tad sarcastically!'

Paula stuck her tongue out at Heather and made an unlady-like noise. She pretended to go back to sleep, but waited to see what Heather did. When Heather heard Paula's steady breathing again, she bent over and kissed Paula's pussy lips again. 

"AHA! I knew it! You DID lick me!" Paula grabbed Heather's head and pulled Heather's face hard into her crotch. She ground her wet pussy into Heather's face. "You swore you didn't do it. You lied to me," Paula asserted.

Heather sputtered with Paula's wetness and said, "No, Paula, I didn't lie. I didn't lick you. I kissed your cunt lips. I didn't lick them," She leaned back in and kissed Paula's pubic lips over and over. 

Paula sighed, lay back and luxuriated in Heather's kisses. "Are you going to lick me, Paula? Please Paula, lick me. I've waited a long time. Please." 

"Well, I guess I owe you that much. I'll lick you but just a little. You know I can't really do that." She used the tip of her tongue on Paula's clit, barely grazing the little nub. She reached under Paula's bottom and grabbed the woman's butt cheeks; suddenly, she drove her tongue deep into Paula's vagina and sucked as hard as she could.

Paula's rear came up off the bed, and she pushed her pussy tightly against Heather's face. Her orgasm hit with overwhelming force, and she wrapped her legs around Heather's head. She squeezed hard against Heather's face again and had a second orgasm. 

"MMM. MMM. MMMmmmMMmM." Heather was trying to tell her something, but Paula couldn't make out what it was. Then she realized she had Heather's head in a vise-like grip, and the woman couldn't speak.

"Oh Heather," she relaxed her thighs and Heather gasped for breath. "Oh Heather, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? That was wonnnderrrful. What a surprise. Are you going to do it again?" 

Heather burst out laughing. She wiped her wet face on the sheet and said, "You're never satisfied are you? Yes; I'm going to do it again, but not until after we eat breakfast. Your pussy isn't nourishing enough. I need some coffee and something more filling. Then we can come back to bed. I'll eat you from now on. I've been foolish not to do it before. Actually, I enjoyed it. Well, except for the part where you broke my nose. You'll have to learn to control yourself and not squeeze my face so hard. Now, let's go eat something a bit more substantial." 

In the following weeks, Heather spent more and more time with her face between Paula's thighs. She found that the more she ate Paula's pussy, the more she enjoyed it.



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Dawn quietly unlocked Heather's apartment door with her own key and walked softly into the bedroom thinking she would surprise Heather. Instead, she was surprised – shocked – to find Heather with her face in Paula's pussy.

"Well, this is a cozy picture. My inamorata sucking my secretary's cunt." 

"Dawn! What are you doing here?" Heather shrieked.

"Doctor Sterling! We, the office I mean, thought you were in London setting up an office there," Paula gushed.

"Sterling? Dawn, I didn't know your name was Sterling. I didn't know Paula was your secretary," Heather claimed.

Paula was taken aback. "Dawn? Oh my lord, Heather, you're the editor that Doctor Sterling wanted to edit her manuscript. I remember giving you her address and phone number about six months ago. I thought you said you didn't know her."

"Oh Paula, I know her as Dawn - Miss Dawn. This is very confusing," Heather asserted.

"Confusing? I call it cheating, Heather. You said you'd always be mine. I've been gone less than three months, and I return to find you sucking the guts out of another woman, my secretary. How did you two set up this cozy little love nest behind my back? "Heather, you told me you were straight and couldn't go down on me; you weren't too circumspect about having me eat your pussy though. You could have done the same for me if you weren't having an affair with Paula and licking her cunt," Dawn observed angrily.

"Dawn, I wasn't expecting you back from London for weeks," Heather declared as she hurriedly put on a robe.

"Well, that certainly is apparent. You must have been just waiting until I left to jump into the sack with Paula. And Paula, I wasn't aware that you liked girls. There's a drop dead gorgeous female right under my nose, so to speak, and I didn't know you were gay, or I would have propositioned you. Now I have to fire you because you've seduced Heather, or was it the other way around? Heather, our relationship is over. How could you have cheated on me when you professed loving me and wanting to be with me always? I guess always meant a couple of months," Dawn said sarcastically.

"Oh Dawn, please don't be angry. Let me explain. First of all, I didn't know Paula was your secretary. I didn't meet her when she gave me your address over the phone six months ago. I just met her after I moved into this apartment building. We started eating dinner together, and one thing led to another, and we, I, slipped. I was so lonely waiting for you that I couldn't help myself a few weeks ago when I got involved with Paula. As for me going down on her, I realized that I'm really bi-sexual and not just bi-curious. I would have performed oral sex on you when you returned; I swear. I mean I will eat you if you give me another chance. Dawn, I love you. I told Paula that even though we had sex together, I belong to you with all my heart. I wouldn't have left you for anything. 

"If you can't forgive me, please don't fire Paula. She had no idea that you and I were involved. She didn't know we knew each other. In fact, she thought I was straight and had a boyfriend serving in the army overseas. I didn't lie about that. She assumed it because I skirted her questions, and she was led to believe I was involved with a man. Please Dawn, give us both another chance. I'll do anything you ask. Just don't leave me. I do want to be with you always. Please believe me," Heather pleaded.




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"Doctor Sterling, Heather is telling you the truth. In fact, I seduced her. I did it very methodically even though she told me she was straight. I was smitten with her the first time I saw her and did everything I could to lure her into my bed. She would have had to be made of stone to avoid my honey trap. Don't be mad at Heather. If you must hate someone, let it be me; I caused this whole debacle. But please don't fire me. I didn't know Heather was yours," Paula begged.

"Jobs are so scarce because of this bad economy, I need this job desperately. I'd never be able to find a decent job in this city now. I'll do whatever you ask if you let me keep my job," Paula declared vehemently.

"It would seem I have you both in the palm of my hand or, to put it a bit crudely, 'by the short hairs'. If I give you a second chance, do I have your assurance you will do as I ask?" Dawn demanded.

The two women tried to talk at the same time, but they agreed to her terms – an unconditional surrender.

"Well then, let me see how I can turn this into the best possible scenario for me. Believe me, I will milk this situation to my best advantage – and for all it's worth. You may even come to regret not taking the easy way out. After all, you could just shack up together and leave me out of the picture; however, if you do love me, Heather, and you do want to keep your job, Paula, you really have no choice; do you girls?" Dawn observed.

"Heather, I expect you to spend quite a lot of time between my legs eating me. Agreed?" Heather nodded.

"Secondly, I think I'd like to watch you two doing perverted things with one another. Are you both agreed to that?" Both Heather and Paula agreed.

"Paula, I will expect you to come into my office periodically, crawl under my desk, and use that beautiful face and mouth to get me off. Let's say several times a day starting at nine o'clock in the morning. Don't wear lipstick anymore. I wouldn't want the staff to see smudged and smeared lipstick when you leave my office. They might get jealous – of one or both of us. Do you have a problem with that?" Paula shook her head no.

"Paula, there is another factor. I have a pee fetish. I'll expect you to see that I don't have to run to the little girls' room during the day. You can go empty your tank after I've filled it up. That may seem cruel of me, but no crueler than what I've experienced, seeing you fucking my lover. Agreed?" Dawn insisted.

"Oh Doctor Sterling, I can't, uh, ingest, er, swallow, uh, drink pee. No. No. I don't think I can do that."

Dawn said nothing. She stared at Paula for what seemed like forever. With tears in her eyes, Paula finally said, "Yes, I'll do it, Doctor Sterling. I really need my job," Paula replied.

"Heather, It wouldn't be fair if Paula has to, as she says, ingest pee unless you do, too. You have both hurt me, and it's only right that you both have to pay the consequences of your defection. Well?" Dawn demanded.

Heather replied, "Dawn, you don't have to force me to do it. I love you and would do it any time you asked. After all, you have allowed me to pee in your mouth. Actually, you have insisted on it; not in so many words, but you never finish doing me until I've peed and emptied my bladder. I know that's how you show your complete love and affection."

"Now then, ladies. One more thing, and I think we've got a contract. What shall we do about your little love affair? Would it be asking too much to ask you to give it up? No answer? I thought so. Well, I guess the inevitable will just have to happen," Dawn suggested, watching their faces.

The two women were crestfallen. "Don't look so sad, my beautiful girls. I was just going to suggest a ménage a trois. We could live together and have beautiful sex together from now on. I'll expect you to follow the rules I've already set up and maybe a few more besides. I believe I'll just consider you two my sex slaves from now on. What do you think? From the smiles on your faces, I assume the answer is yes," Dawn proclaimed.

Dawn continued, "Both of you will have to break your leases here and move into my apartment. As Heather knows, there's plenty of room. Although there are three bedrooms and a den, I don't think we'll need more than one of the bedrooms, will we? My king size bed has plenty of room for three cuddling women. Is it all settled then? Great." 



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Endnote: This is addressed to the readers who have asked about having their stories told either by me or by writing for Literotica. As I have mentioned in the endnotes of previous stories, if you would like to see your story in Literotica and would like me to write it, please contact me by email. We can work out whatever details you want in your story. In the past, some of you have submitted an extremely brief summary; however, I don't want to make up the details you would like to see in print. I would like to work with you and have you supply the nitty gritty as is shown in this current story.

A budding writer has asked what propelled me to start submitting stories to Literotica. Although I have been writing non-fiction for years, I had not written fiction before the beginning of this year, and my partner, TT, nagged me to write erotica. She showed me clips from BDSM sites and insisted that I read stories on Literotica. I assumed that the women in the clips were paid to allow themselves to be sexually used and abused. However, TT gave me a book to read that changed my perspective. 

The name of the book is Whips and Kisses: Parting the Leather Curtain (Mistress Jacqueline). Should you get this book, be sure to look at the last few pages for additional books to read.

Another book that I found to be instrumental, though probably not factual, is The Story of O by Pauline Reage.

Whips and Kisses opened my eyes to the fact that some women are into BDSM by desire, and money, if at all involved, is secondary.

I have gotten some ideas from The Story of O and from research done by TT for writing BDSM stories I've submitted. 

However, a good part of what I write comes from my personal sexual fantasies and desires. I will write stories that are your fantasies if you would like me to do that. Just give me the details you want included. As you're aware by now, I attempt to explain myself on these pages. I was raised to believe that nice girls didn't... Men did those things, but women didn't – did they? Well, if women did them, it was only to please their men – or other women. They didn't actually want to do them – did they? I had a lot to learn and Whips and Kisses opened my eyes.

Of course, like many women, I have had sexual fantasies that I thought were only my own and was a bit embarrassed by them. Whips and Kisses helped me to understand that I am not alone in having sexual fantasies and desires. I am not entirely liberated, as I still find it difficult to use vulgar language, and I am actually embarrassed a bit when I read some of my own stories. How could I have written that...?

The only real advice I can give you is to write what you feel. Then, revise, revise, revise. Finally, find a Literotica editor with whom you can work, and who will steer you in the right (write) direction. It may take a bit of research, and you may have to move from one to another as you progress.

I have been fortunate in finding editors who have given me very good editing advice. Unfortunately, I must have over-taxed them, as they haven't remained with me as editors; however, I would like to thank them in any case: 

Andrea: who kept me writing when I was very unsure of myself and thought of quitting, who taught me what I needed to know about body piercing and other BDSM paraphernalia, and who guided me to sites for information I needed for my early stories.

Heather: who corrected my grammar, and punctuation, and gave me advice and opinion (she is the Heather of this story); information that she provided will be used until the end of this, her series, and then it will be discontinued and no longer used. I regret that.

Alicia: who, in addition to editing, has been teaching me how to write, something I thought I was already doing, but I am learning. Thank you for the continued help and advice since you had to quit editing. I'm glad we'll be able to continue communicating.

Yes, she has resigned, too. She graduated from college with a degree in biology a few months ago and has taken a job with a lab in her hometown. Congratulations, Alicia, but I will miss your editing style. Now I have the task of finding a new editor.

Addendum: I have found a new editor, and she has edited this chapter. I could have sworn that I hadn't made any errors; however, she found a bunch. I think I'll keep her. Her name is Paula but NOT the Paula of this story. Just a coincidence. Welcome aboard, Paula.



My Name Is Heather Ch. 04



Intro: I am very happy to welcome my new editor, Paula, as my coauthor. Not only will she be editing the stories, but also she will be adding to them. You will find more detail in certain scenes that makes them a bit spicier than my attempts. 

Chapter 04: The Automobile Dealership



My Name Is Heather Ch. 04



I'd guess you do need panties because of the way your juices pour out of your pussy. Maybe you ought to keep a tampon in your vagina all the time just to keep it soaked up. I've never heard of anyone gushing like you do," Heather rejoined.

"Heather, I do wear a panty liner most of the time, but the one I was wearing was too wet, and I threw it away just before we took the test drive. I forgot to put more liners in my purse when I left home today. Can we go to a drugstore, so I can buy another box?" Asked Cynthia.

"No, I think Paula has plans for your juices. Here; take some of the paper towels and hold them between your legs until we get upstairs. Just pull your dress down and let's go." The three women took the elevator to their apartment, and Heather gave Cynthia a plush face towel to stem her flow. Then she went back down to the car and cleaned up the mess in the back seat. The car interior smelled like pussy; Heather had to bring back an air freshener to try to get rid of the 'aroma'.





My Name Is Heather Ch. 05



Chapter 05

Dawn takes Cynthia's hymen.

Since she couldn't fall asleep, Cynthia decided to get up and get a snack. It was almost eight o'clock and she hadn't eaten since she had a piece of toast for breakfast. She wrapped a towel around her waist and went into the kitchen. The refrigerator had very little food in it, but there was a container of milk. She was drinking the milk and had a milk mustache, when Dawn walked in and saw her.

"Who are you, little girl, and where did you come from?" asked Dawn.

"Are you Miss Sterling?" Cynthia asked, and Dawn nodded.

The girl was flustered and, although she had been repeating her mantra, she forgot most of what she was supposed to say, "I'm Cynthia, your sex slave. I'm from the slave market. Paula and Heather bought me," she blurted out.

"Wha? What? They bought you? How much did they pay for you?" demanded Dawn.

"About forty five thousand dollars. Do you have any cookies? I'm hungry." Dawn opened a cabinet and handed Cynthia a box of Oreo's. "I've ordered some Chinese food. We'll eat as soon as I find out what's going on here," she said through clenched jaws.

"Damn, what could those two be thinking?" She stomped off looking for Paula and Heather.

"Wake up, you idiots. Who is this Cynthia?" Dawn demanded.

"Oh, you've seen Sin-thia? Isn't she beautiful? We bought her today at the 'slave market'. We'll close tomorrow when you write a check for about forty five thousand -- plus taxes and whatever," Paula said, half asleep. "We've had sex in her already."

Dawn was livid, "Do you realize what you've done? There's a law against slavery. Not only that, but that child can't be more than fifteen years old. Have you actually had sex with her?" Both Heather and Paula nodded. "I can't believe this. You've committed statutory rape. You'll be lucky to spend only twenty years in prison for kidnapping, child abuse, rape, slavery, and probably a dozen other charges. What in hell were you thinking when you brought that child here? Are you so sexually starved that you have lost your minds? 

"Now I'm involved. No one will believe you did this without my knowledge. This is my apartment. My lord, I'm ruined; I'm doomed." Dawn conceded. Heather and Paula were still groggy and hadn't a clue as to what Dawn was talking about.

"Ahem. I'm NOT fifteen, Miss Sterling." Cynthia was standing in the doorway. She still had a milk mustache. 

"My lord, you're not even fifteen? Are you eleven or twelve? I don't think I can go through a trial and the negative publicity. I may have to commit suicide. Can I do that from the third floor, or will I have to jump from the roof?" Dawn pondered, almost as if to herself.

"No, I'm not eleven. See." Cynthia pulled off the towel around her waist and showed the pad she was wearing."

"Are you having a period, child?" asked Dawn.

"Well, no, but I could be," answered Cynthia.

"So you're pretending to have a period? You're playing at it? Are you only nine or ten?" asked Dawn.

Just then, the doorbell sounded; Dawn figured it was the police coming to arrest them. Since the other three were naked, she went to the door; it was the Chinese food being delivered. She carried it into the kitchen, then sat down and cried; the other women rushed into the kitchen and put their arms around her, but she continued to blubber. 

"Dawn. Dawn. You've got it all wrong. Everything's okay. Cynthia's not underage. She's tiny, but she's twenty-two. Please stop crying," Heather pleaded.

All four women tried to talk at once, but Cynthia yelled, "Quiet!" and the women stopped talking. By the time Cynthia explained who she was and what she was doing in Dawn's apartment, they were all crying and laughing. 

"Cynthia, tell me again what you said to me when I asked you who you are," Dawn requested.

"Miss Sterling, I said, 'I am your sex slave. I'm from the slave market.' I meant I was from the car dealership, but I suppose I am your sex slave. These two bitches coerced me into having sex with them, or they wouldn't have bought the car. They knew I had to make the sale or lose my job. I'll keep my word, but they'd better keep theirs, or I'm out on the street. My rent's way overdue; my utilities are about to be turned off; My bills have bills; I am almost destitute. It was down to sell a car today or sell my body. It turned out that I had to do both," Cynthia declared.

"You still look like a child to me. How tall are you and how much do you weigh?" Dawn asked.

"I wear three-inch heels to cover up that I'm just about five feet tall, and I weigh almost a hundred pounds -- soaking wet. My size has been a problem all my life. No one will believe that I'm in my twenties. People keep asking me if 'my mother is home'. It's hard for me to get waited on in a store. Clerks look over my head and talk to the person behind me.

"Because I have a narrow waist and a big bottom, I'm out of proportion. I can't find jeans or pants to fit me, so I wear dresses. I buy dresses in the girl's or young miss's department, and they make me look even younger. It's almost impossible to get a job. No one takes me seriously because of my size. I have a degree in biology, but I haven't been able to save money to go to med school. I wonder if anyone will take me seriously when, or if, I become a doctor. Oh, and Paula, I did graduate Cum Laude, not cum loud. In fact, I graduated Magna Cum Laude. That was an awful pun you made at my expense," avowed Cynthia.

"Miss Sterling, your two friends here are going to tell you that I'm cherry, or at least I was until they got their grubby little hands on me. They took advantage of my situation. They've ruined my reputation. I'm joking, of course. I could have said no. I do have a problem though. I know the rule is, 'Do unto others as they have done unto you', but I'm a bit anxious, no, petrified. Paula and Heather have 'done unto me', and I know I will have to reciprocate; however, I'm straight, and I don't know if I can do 'that' to a woman. I will try though," Cynthia explained.

"Paula, Heather, aren't you ashamed of yourselves for taking advantage of this sweet child. How could you be so callous? I think you ought to apologize to her," Dawn asserted.(admonished?)

"Oh Miss Sterling, do you mean that I don't have to have sex with you ladies any more?" sighed Cynthia.

"Of course I don't mean that. I've been drooling over your body since I first saw it. Even though I was concerned about your age, I was mentally raping you. Would you have had sex with Paula and Heather and now, me, if you didn't have to? I can tell by your face that the answer is no. Sooo, we'll just stick to the original plan. Girls, what did you have in mind to continue taking advantage of this gorgeous creature?" asked Dawn.

"She said it, Dawn. We "did unto her." Now it's her turn to "do unto us". We'll make up the details as we go along," exclaimed Heather.

"Before we feast on little Cynthia, let's feast on the Chinese food. I'm starved. Cynthia, you said you were hungry. Can you eat Chinese food and pussy?" leered Paula.

"I don't know about pussy, Paula. Doesn't it taste, er, yucky?" Cynthia asked, making a face to indicate her feelings about eating pussy.

"Honey, to me it's the most delicious thing in the world. It's my fetish. I'd rather eat pussy and pussy juice than anything else."

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The four women sat around the table for almost an hour, eating and laughing. Paula continued making jokes relating the food to sex until Dawn told her, "Can it, Paula. You're scaring Cynthia". Cynthia smiled at Dawn and nodded. 

After the table was cleared away and dishes put in the dishwasher, Cynthia stepped up to the plate. "Even the thought of licking a woman's vagina is unpleasant; however, I'm ready to try. You'll have to be patient with me and give me time to adjust. I realize that you, Paula and Heather, seemed to enjoy going down on me, but what if I can't do the same to you? Will you punish me by not buying the car?" asked Cynthia.

Dawn spoke up, "Sweet child, don't pay attention to these two bitches, as you called them although you were probably joking. If we see that you're really trying, you needn't worry about the car purchase. We need the car as much as you need the sale."

"That is a big load off my mind, Miss Sterling," sighed Cynthia.

Dawn interrupted, "Dawn, honey. My name is Dawn."

"Uh, Dawn, what if I don't try?" asked Cynthia.

"Child, if you want to call this off completely, I'll still buy the car. We're not going to force you to do something you're not able to do comfortably. In the short time I've known you, I've come to like you very much. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. Of course, I wouldn't hurt anyone except maybe these two bitches who pulled you into this nest of lesbians. Don't worry, Honey. You're safe with me. Would you like to go home now?" Dawn asked; Heather and Paula groaned.

"Miss Ster, um, Dawn. I appreciate that very much; in fact, that makes me want to keep my side of the bargain even more. I'm ready now. What do I have to do?" Cynthia asked. Heather and Paula heaved a sigh of relief. 

"Girls, it's your show. Tell this sweet child where you want her and what you want her to do. No rough stuff; don't hurt her. And yes, I want to be a part of deflowering her," Dawn said.

"Dawn, believe it or not, she is a virgin. She may even have her hymen; she doesn't know," Paula stated.

"Oh my heavens! I meant deflowering your heterosexual side, Cynthia. I didn't know you're a virgin." Dawn turned to Paula and Heather. "How can anyone be a virgin in this day and age?" The women shook their heads. "Cynthia, I didn't mean I don't believe you. It's just, just..."

"I understand, Dawn. No one would believe me." Cynthia laughed, "Maybe I should have my hymen removed surgically and show it to people if they doubt it. I could have it encased in plastic and put it on my keychain; that is, if I really still have one. I've never done anything to break it. It could still be there. Maybe one of you could check it out. Now, I'm curious."

"I hope this doesn't embarrass you, child, but haven't you ever douched?" asked Dawn.

"Dawn, I explained to Heather and Paula that I've been to a doctor about my heavy vaginal flow. He prescribed sitz baths to try to mitigate the flow. He told me I needn't douche, as the sitz baths would keep me clean. He said he didn't believe in douching as it affected the microflora in a woman's vagina. He said that my vaginal flow also keeps me clean inside. I'll douche, though, if you want me to," offered Cynthia.

Paula piped up, "No! Your pussy is delicious. I wouldn't want to change that one iota or one microflora." The other women laughed at Paula's obvious concern.

"Okay girls. Since Cynthia is willing to play with us, you may tell her what you want from her; but nothing far out or painful; just cunnilingus and make it as easy on her as possible. Just remember that this is new to her. Don't traumatize her. Cynthia, are you going to be all right with this?" Dawn asked.

"Yes Dawn. What do I do first? Tell me what to do," suggested Cynthia.

Heather took her by the hand into the guest room. "Cyn, you can sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, and we'll lie down on the bed with our legs on either side of you; sort of like when we had sex with you in the car. Let's try that." Heather lay down and waited until Cynthia sat on the floor between her legs. The girl leaned forward and put her face close to Heather's pussy.

"This is a little uncomfortable, Heather. I have to twist and reach toward you. Can I sit or kneel up on the bed?" asked Cynthia.

"Would you be more comfortable if you laid on your back, and we could straddle your face?" asked Heather, anticipating her favorite position.

"Yes! That would be a lot better. One more thing; could you tie my legs apart. In the car, I had to struggle to keep from closing them. If you hadn't been between them, they would have closed automatically," Cynthia admitted.

"Are you into bondage, Honey?" asked Heather.

"I don't know what that means, but I do have this fantasy about being tied to a bed and having someone make love to me. Is that perverted?" asked Cynthia with a worried tone.

"Oh no, Cynthia. We all have fantasies. Yours is normal. It probably means that you think it's wrong to have sex, but if you're tied down, you can't help what's being done to you sexually," affirmed Heather.

Paula left and came back with a box. She rummaged through it and took out a pair of leather cuffs; she fastened them to Cynthia's ankles. Next, she took lengths of nylon rope and tied the cuffs to the bed's legs. "Is that too tight, Honey? Do you want your hands tied, too?" Paula asked.

"It's not tight enough, Paula. Could you pull the ropes a bit tighter, so my legs are farther apart? No, I don't want my hands tied. I can fantasize about that, but I'd feel too helpless that way. I won't struggle. You don't have to tie my hands," Cynthia responded.

Heather waited until Cynthia nodded to her; then, she knelt on the bed and straddled Cynthia's face. "Can you move down a bit, so I can reach you and will you put a pillow under my head, please? Aren't you going to take your panties off, Heather?" asked Cynthia.

"There. Is that better? No, Hon, I'm leaving my panties on. My fantasy is being licked through my panties," Heather divulged.

"Paula, Dawn, do you have to stay and watch? It will be very embarrassing to have you watch me lick a woman's genitals. Or, at least, can you turn the lights out?" implored Cynthia.

"No Cynthia, we want to see what you're doing and how you react," said Paula, imagining the scene about to take place. The anticipation of watching the girl eating pussy for the first time was exhilarating. Paula was so turned on by the imagery that she was having difficulty controlling her breathing.

Paula had been putting several towels under Cynthia's bottom. "Cyn, I'm going to go down on you while you're eating Heather. Dawn, I know you want to be here, but why don't you sit on the chair over there, so Cynthia can't see you? I was about to put a pillow under you, Cyn, but your sweet, round bottom lifts your pussy up off the bed without one. 

"Oh look, girls, look at her pussy. With her legs spread and the lights on, you can see her hymen. I didn't try to lick inside her pussy in the car, or I would have bumped into it, so to speak. Do you want me to try to break it with my tongue, Cynthia?" Cynthia shook her head no. 

Paula moved in slowly on Cynthia, blowing softly around her pussy and leaving a trail of butterfly kisses on her inner thighs before she started licking Cynthia's vagina with strong, smooth strokes of her tongue. When the girl started flowing, Paula began sucking at the juices that were liberally flowing from her lips. Cynthia moaned and began tentatively licking Heather through her panties. With each stroke of her tongue, Cynthia became more lost in the moment and her licking became less tentative and more in earnest as she sought out Heather's pussy lips through the fabric, nibbling gently at them and then forcing her tongue as far as she could get it into the center. 

The effect for Heather was a tantalizing, wet warmth through the fabric, that was almost unbearable. For Cynthia, Paula's licking had homed in on all of her sweet spots. With her tongue darting in and out of her pussy, staying out just long enough to make a quick swipe at her clitoris it wasn't long before Cynthia started coming as she did in the car: one orgasm after another.

"Heather, you have really nice boobs. Is it okay if I feel them?" asked Cynthia.

"Honey, you can feel me anywhere, but wait until I get aroused before you squeeze hard or pinch my nipples." Cynthia reached up and took hold of Heather's breasts; she squeezed them gently and rubbed her thumbs back and forth across the nipples making them erect and sensitive. She resumed licking Heather through her panties; however, she wasn't sure how to make Heather come, but she kept trying. When Heather's vaginal flow wet her panties, Cynthia tasted a woman's juices for the first time; it wasn't at all like she thought it would be. It wasn't unpleasant; in fact, she rather enjoyed it. 

"Yes Cynthia, now, squeeze and pull my tits. Harder. Keep licking. Up a little. Can you find my clit? Yes, that's it. Now, suck on it. Suck harder. Keep sucking. Don't stop. Don't stop. It takes a while for me to come when I'm wearing panties, but it feels sooo good. Pleasedon'tstoppleasedon'tstopkeepsucking. Yessss, I'm going to come. Pinch my nipples. Pull hard. Yes, I'm commminnggg. Mmmmmmm. Keep sucking, Honey. I'm not done yet. Ooooh, that was so good," Heather moaned.

"Do it again, Cyn; the same way. Push your tongue into my lips. I know it's harder through my panties, but try. Yes. Yes. Yes. Now suck my clit. Don't stop until I come again," Heather insisted. Although her first orgasm came quickly, it took almost ten minutes for Heather to get off again. 

Heather moved her pussy away from Cynthia's face, kissed her passionately, and licked her own juices from around Cynthia's mouth; then she took Paula's place between Cynthia's thighs. She licked Cynthia's pussy lips and then licked and sucked the girl's clit. 

Paula straddled Cynthia's face and spread her knees until her pussy was on the girl's mouth. She felt an 'electric shock' when Cynthia started to lick her vagina.

Suddenly, Cynthia started to gag; although she was still coughing, she said, "Your juices went down my throat the wrong way, Paula. Sorry."

Dawn spoke up, "That's it. That's enough. Get off her, Paula. She doesn't have to do anymore."

"But Dawn, I haven't come yet. Just let Cynthia get me off, and then we'll stop," implored Paula.

"No, Heather can go down on you and make you come. Untie Cynthia." Paula grudgingly took the cuffs from Cynthia's ankles. 

"Cynthia, I can't imagine how you have kept your hymen into your twenties. Even without intercourse, something like horseback riding or sometimes even riding a bicycle will break it. I'm not a gynecologist, but I'm curious. May I take a look at it?" asked Dawn.

"Am I a freak, Dawn?" Cynthia wondered.

"Of course not, child. There could be any number of reasons why you still have it. Open your legs again; let me look." Dawn felt the girl's hymen and gently pushed against it.

"Well, it seems to be normal except that the membrane is tougher than usual. You're fine, but if you would like me to excise it, I will. Otherwise, when you have your first sexual experience with a man, it could be painful -- for both of you. If you don't want me to do it, you can see your family doctor or a gynecologist. I'm sure you haven't had an ob/gyn check you lately, or he or she would have commented on it. It will have to be removed someday, in any case, to have any type of testing, like a pap smear, done." Dawn explained.

"Will it be painful, Dawn?" asked Cynthia.

"Not entirely, but less so than if a man tried to punch his way through it," Dawn conceded.

"Can you do it now before I lose my nerve?" Cynthia pleaded.

"Sure, Honey. Heather, in the doctor's bag, there's a little case of surgical tools. Please get it for me. On second thought, just bring the bag," Dawn requested.

"I'm going to the bathroom, Cynthia, to wash my hands. Don't worry. It will take only a few minutes to remove the membrane, and you won't feel much," Dawn said.

"Heather, in my desk, there are sheets of plastic with adhesive backing. Please get one of the smaller packets for me," requested Dawn.

"Cynthia, before Dawn removes your hymen, may I lick it? I probably won't ever have a chance to do that again in my entire life." Pleaded Paula. 




My Name Is Heather Ch. 05



When Cynthia agreed, Paula began licking Cynthia's labia; then she spread them and licked the exposed hymen. She was instantly rewarded with a mouthful of the girl's vaginal juices. She kept sucking until the flow stopped momentarily. "Cynthia, there's a hole in the middle of your hymen. Is it okay if I put the tip of my tongue in it? It's too small to put my whole tongue through it." When Cynthia agreed, Paula spent the next few minutes licking her hymen and feeling around it and the hole with her tongue. She had to stop occasionally to suck up the girl's flowing juices. 

"Heather, do you want to taste it?" asked Paula.

"I don't think so, Paula. You are too weird. I enjoy eating pussy but that doesn't include hymens," confessed Heather.

"Okay, that's enough, Paula. Let's do this, so that Cynthia doesn't get traumatized," Dawn decided.

Dawn put another towel under Cynthia's bottom and washed the girl's genitals with a solution from her black bag. She took a surgical instrument from a glassine envelope. "Girls, hold Cynthia's legs apart, so she can't close them," Dawn told them.

"Do you want me to put the ankle cuffs back on?" Paula asked.

"No. That's not necessary. Just hold her ankles," answered Dawn. 

Dawn applied a 2% Lidocaine jelly as an analgesic and then used the surgical instrument to remove the girl's hymen. "Did it hurt, Cynthia? To be frank, I didn't know how much you'd feel. I didn't want you to be worried," Dawn admitted.

"I didn't feel much, Dawn. It's fine. Will I be able to walk?" asked Cynthia.

Dawn laughed. "Honey, of course, but I could put bandages on it or a splint if you'd like. How about crutches, too?" The question was so ridiculous that Cynthia giggled, but didn't answer.

Dawn said, "Paula, open one of those plastic packs, take out two of the smaller sheets and peel away the backing." When Paula held out the plastic, Dawn laid the excised membrane on one piece and covered it with the second. She pressed the pieces together and then trimmed the edges with scissors. 

Dawn handed the plastic to Cynthia. "Here Honey, here's your hymen. You can put it in your wallet or on your keychain; you can show it to anyone who questions your virginity." The four women laughed at the absurdity.

When Cynthia got off the bed, Dawn took the girl's hand and moved toward the door.

"You two can stay here in the guest room and eat each other all you want. Cynthia is coming with me to my room. Don't raise your eyebrows. We're just going to sleep. Okay Cynthia?" Cynthia looked puzzled, but nodded.

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When they were in bed with Cynthia's round bottom up against Dawn's thighs and belly, Cynthia said, "Thanks Dawn, for everything, but I feel guilty that I didn't hold up my end of the bargain. I didn't 'do' Paula or you," Cynthia acknowledged. 

Actually, she was a bit disappointed that she hadn't been allowed to continue having sex with the women. She had found herself enjoying it. As long as she was forced to have sex, she had no reason to feel it was her fault. That made it okay in her own mind. Maybe that was what was meant by 'rape fantasy'.

"No need to, sweetheart. Those two sex fiends coerced you into making that bargain. You have nothing to feel guilty about. Go to sleep now. We have to get up early to meet your sales manager. You don't want to get fired for being late," said Dawn.

Exhausted from a very long, exciting day, Cynthia fell asleep almost immediately. Dawn held her tightly and marveled at the girl's tiny waist. She kissed the top of Cynthia's head, and then she, too, drifted off to sleep.

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In the morning, there was a flurry of activity by the women in and out of the bathrooms and kitchen. Finally, they were all dressed and had eaten a light breakfast. It was about eight thirty by the time they piled into Sin-thia and headed off to the dealership. 

Dawn was driving. "This is a great car, Cynthia. I love it. However, from now on, one of my chauffeurs, Paula or Heather, will be driving me to work. By the way, girls, I like this dark, blue-gray color. I really prefer it to a green one. The other three women looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief. Although Dawn hadn't noticed or, at least, hadn't said anything, the car still smelled strongly of pussy. 

Heather laughed silently to herself:  Maybe Dawn thinks that's the new car smell. 

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Endnote: Alas, the real life Heather has dropped out of the picture. Until she decides that she wants to be back in these stories and describes what parts she wants to play and what sex acts she wants to perform, we'll just have to wait. We'll miss you, Heather. As Heather is no longer in the picture, I am ending this series.

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Endnote: A thicker or tougher hymen is not as rare as one might think; in those cases, a hymenectomy is suggested. However, the procedure in this story is a very simplistic version of an actual operation. For more specific information, look for hymenectomy online 

In the January 14, 2010, issue of Psychology Today, there is an article called  Women's Rape Fantasies: How Common? What Do They Mean?  You can google it online.



My Name Is Heather



Miss Dawn led me to the living area and motioned for me to sit. She walked off into another room and returned with two place settings and set them on a beautiful teak table in an ell shaped area of the room. The place settings were beautiful: hand woven place mats; black lacquered dishes; modernistic brushed stainless steel flatware; and the most gorgeous, richly colored napkins. She left again and returned with a huge vase with a wonderful assortment of flowers, which she placed toward one side of the table. 

The doorbell rang and Miss Dawn pointed at me and then the door, so I went and opened it. An elderly Oriental man was standing there with a box with Asian symbols on it. He handed me the box and turned to go. I asked him if he wanted to be paid, but he said it had been added to Miss Dawn's account, and he left.

I returned to the dining area and put the box on a cart beside the table and waited for my hostess to come back. She swept back into the room, opened the food box and began placing the individual cartons on the table. There was so much food that I thought there may be other guests coming to this feast. But no, she held her palm out to one of the chairs, and I sat down, and she sat across from me. She still hadn't said a word, and I began to think that she couldn't speak, that she was mute. I had never heard her voice though we had had sex on the train and had ridden together for many weeks. 

She handed me chopsticks, and she began to ladle out food onto my plate and hers. I figured that the flatware was a backup in case I didn't know how to use chopsticks. I felt pleased that I could use them, and when she dug in, I followed suit and began to eat using the wooden sticks. I had eaten Chinese food many times before, but this was the best, and I was hungry, as I hadn't eaten since breakfast. 

My lunch sandwich had been smashed and torn, as she had been kneeling on the briefcase when she was eating me in the darkened subway car. I wouldn't have been able to eat the sandwich anyway after that exhilarating sexual session, but now I was extremely hungry. I usually have my dinner at six o'clock, and here it was about nine thirty. I was shoveling it in as fast as I could, but then I noticed Miss Dawn watching me and smiling; I slowed down but realized that it was the first time I had seen her smile, and I had to smile back. She reached across the table and squeezed my hand, and suddenly I felt all tingly inside. As hungry as I had been, I couldn't eat another bite. 

I sat back and watched her eat; it occurred to me that, in spite of not having exceptional looks, she was very attractive, feminine and graceful. Without thinking, I blurted out, "You are so graceful, Dawn." She dabbed her mouth with that gorgeous napkin and looked at me with twinkling eyes. She took the napkin away from her mouth, puckered her lips slightly and kissed the air in my direction. I looked at her mouth and thought, "That mouth wasn't so dainty this morning when she was sucking half my insides out through my pussy.'" Oh, what an awful thought. I tried to take it back in my own mind. 

I had arrived here nervous and excited not knowing what to expect. Now I was getting impatient to move to the bedroom or wherever she planned to "take advantage" of me again. My vagina would have been dripping if I hadn't been wearing a tampon, and I just couldn't wait to feel some of the sensations I had experienced this morning. Was she deliberately keeping me waiting to heighten my desire, or was this just an evening she has planned to get better acquainted? Oh please, let it be the former. I was so aroused that if she doesn't tear my clothes off pretty soon and rape me, I'd have to excuse myself, go down to my car, and masturbate. 

"I've got to get my mind off my pussy and talk to her about something other than sex, or I might do or say something that'll be embarrassing," I chided myself in the safety of my mind. I smiled as sweetly as I could, and said, "Miss Dawn, as intimate as we've been over the last few weeks, I don't even know your name."

She swallowed the mouthful of food she had been chewing, dabbed her mouth with the napkin again and spoke in a low, throaty voice that reminded me of Rachel Ward, the actress, "Yes you do, honey. It's Dawn."

"But isn't that your last name?"

"No dear, that's actually my middle name. I don't like my first name as it's rather cutesy for a woman my size, and I prefer not to use my last name for several business reasons; therefore, my clients call me Miss Dawn, my business colleagues and friends call me Adee, and my very intimate friends just call me Dawn. Which category do you want to be in?" she purred.

At that moment, I knew I'd have to go and change my tampon; I expected it to be saturated with more than menstrual blood.

"Honey, it's Friday night, and neither of us has to go to work tomorrow. Do you want to sit and talk girl talk for the rest of the evening, or would you prefer to do something a little more stimulating? It's your choice."

"Miss Dawn; Dawn, please don't leave it up to me. I can't say the words."

"I'm sorry, honey, but you'll have to decide."

"Oh, I just can't. I don't feel that I have the right to ask for, for, ..." My voice trailed off.

"Well, you called me Dawn, so you must want to be intimate with me. Just say what you want. Otherwise, we can sit on the sofa, curl our legs under us, sip wine and talk until you want to leave."

"Please Dawn, I'm straight, although I have done some fooling around with two girls about my age; it's just that I can't ask you to do, uh, something, um, something like, um, you know, what we, what you, what we did on the train. I think that it would be a big imposition to ask you to do it again. Not that I asked you to do anything before; I don't mean that I didn't want you to do it; I mean, I wanted you to do it, although I didn't know you were going to do it; on the train I mean, uh, or anywhere, Miss Dawn, uh, Dawn. I really liked what you did, but I can't ask you to do it again. It wouldn't be right since I haven't done the same to you, for you; not that I wouldn't, but I know I wouldn't be able to do it as well as you did; not that I think you've had a lot more experience doing that than I have; I haven't had experience doing what you, what we did. 

"Dawn, I really would like you to do it again, but if you wouldn't, I'd understand. You did it all for me; I haven't reciprocated, uh, didn't do it to you, for you. Umm, Dawn, maybe I should go home. My panties are wet, my nipples are so hard, they hurt, and I'm about to cry. May I use your bathroom?" Dawn smiled and nodded. 

Dawn wasn't in the living area when I left the bathroom. "In here, honey; in the bedroom," she called out in that sexy, throaty – bedroom voice. My knees shook, and I thought of running for the front door; NO! This is what I was waiting for; this is it; this is what I wanted to happen; it's really going to happen. My heart was pounding so hard, I thought I was having a heart attack. 

In extremely slow motion, I raced for the open bedroom door. The duvet was folded across the bottom of Dawn's bed, and the top sheet was thrown back. Dawn was sitting on the edge of the bed – nude. I had that grapefruit in my throat again. I wanted to say something complimentary about the room – or about her, but I could only manage a whispered "Hi," which made me feel silly. I stood there staring at her; I couldn't figure out what to do next. Dawn stood up and held her arms out to me. I don't remember going to her, but suddenly she was holding me in her arms and cooing in my ear. I thought I was going to faint; I seemed to go limp, but I managed to stay on my feet. Dawn bent her face to mine and kissed me so very gently on the lips. She didn't open her mouth; the kiss was just a sweet, tender, light kiss, and I managed to return it. She kissed my eyes next and then my cheek. When she began kissing my throat, I melted. Maybe I wasn't straight after all. 

I knew there was something I ought to do then, but my mind wasn't functioning. When I realized that I was still dressed, and she wasn't, I tried to unbutton the buttons on my dress, but it was the first time I had worn it, and the buttonholes were still so stiff that my boneless fingers couldn't open even the top button. After a few feeble attempts, I looked at Dawn and smiled a weak grin. She sat back down on the bed and opened the buttons down the front of my dress. I shrugged it off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Dawn leaned forward and kissed my bare belly. "– Bare belly? Where are my panties?" I must have left them in the bathroom. "Heather, can't you do anything right?" I silently asked myself, but this wasn't the first of many slips I had made and would make before the end of this evening – night. 

When I reached up behind me and tried to unhook my bra, my fingers again refused to obey; I turned around and let Dawn undo the hooks. She pulled my bra off when I turned back to face her and stared at my breasts for what seemed an eternity. I was so happy that my breasts are nice; they're full, firm and perky and don't sag, not even a little. My nips were erect and hard: a dead giveaway that I was aroused. 

Dawn began smothering my boobs with baby kisses until I realized I wouldn't need oral or manual stimulation to orgasm. When my knees began to buckle, Dawn leaned back and pulled me over on top of her. The sensation of lying on her bare body was extremely delicious, and I could have remained there forever. I moved my lips to hers and for the first time, we began open mouth, tongue-invading, passionate, wet, hungry kissing: our first real kisses; 

I came! I shuddered and came. Dawn held me tightly until the spasms stopped, and I lay there on top of her luxuriating in the feel of her soft, satin smooth skin. When I returned to sanity, I felt that I should do something more, but all I wanted to do was sink into her and, maybe, fall asleep. I was completely sated and drained of all sexual need. My previous thoughts of her eating me out like she did on the train were completely gone. All that build up of sexual tension thinking of her tongue inside me was no longer there. I wanted to remain where I was without moving for the rest of my life.

When I realized my one hundred thirty five pounds were not exactly feather light on top of her, I made a slight move away, but she resisted my attempts. She held me tightly in her arms and wouldn't let me move off her. That single embracement let me know, instinctively, that this woman loved me. 

I buried my face in her throat and breathed in her scent. She may not have been wearing perfume because there could not have been such a delicious, heavenly scent that came in a bottle. I think I fell in love with her right then and there; my lust had suddenly turned to love. I couldn't have cared less about my heterosexual past. I want to be this woman's love slave. She could beat me and abuse me, but it would make absolutely no difference; I want to belong to her, and we hadn't even made nasty sex together. It wouldn't have mattered to me, at that moment, if we never had sex again. I was hers under any circumstances, but I knew that having sex with Dawn would be icing on the cake. I knew how she can rock my sexual world. I gasped one, long, drawn out, shuddering sob, and Dawn kissed my cheek. I wanted never to leave her.

I have allowed my mind to dwell on what has occurred up until this moment, but I am abruptly brought back to the here and now. Before I allow myself the luxury of drifting off to a contented sleep, my thoughts race. I wonder if I have lost my mind; one short evening with this strange woman whose voice I have heard speak less than two hundred words; a few minutes in her arms, and I am willing to turn my life over to her completely. Am I crazy? Yes; I'm crazy in love with this woman whom I hardly know but, without realizing it, have been waiting for all my life.

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