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Options Ch. 02

By: PygmyCoho



Chapter 02: More Options 

Shelly toweled her straight hair as she appraised the reflection of her lithe body. She thought once more that her breasts were too small, but several weeks of workouts had chiseled away at her tummy until her abs gained definition. She ran her hands over her trim hips and gazed at her slit barely concealed beneath a thin blonde triangle. Her figure contrasted so nicely with Barb's lush curves. Not bad, she smiled to herself.

In the next room Barb tried to concentrate on a paper. Between the lure of intimate messages on her computer and the awareness of her roommate's damp body fresh from the shower and so near, Barbara's concentration wavered.

"So I got this totally hot e-mail this afternoon," Shelly began.

"Mmm hmmm," Barb answered.

"Yeah . . . ." Shelly presented the facts as she baited her beautiful roommate. "She's really cute—"

"Mmmm."

"And she's really flexible . . . ."

"Mmmm."

"And she's a 'squirter' . . . ."

"Mmmm."

Shelly smiled into the mirror as she wrapped a thick towel around herself.

"What? She's a what?"

"You heard me," the blonde laughed through the partially open door. She heard Barbara mutter, "Fuck this!" and the keyboard clacked. Shelly continued, "Yeah, at least that what she says." She could feel herself respond at the thought.

"A 'squirter'? You know how much I love that!"

Shelly peered around the corner. "I know, Babs. But that's not the best part."

"Hmmm," Barb sighed. Her eyes wore a dreamy glaze. "How could it get much better?"

"Well, she's black, like 'dark chocolate' black. Really beautiful," Shelly said as she entered the living room. Her towel barely covered her vee and Barb kept peeking, hoping for a good look.

"Sixty percent cacao?"

"More like seventy five. But lemme finish. She sent some photos, including a pic of her kitty, and you won't believe— Here, just let me show ya, 'kay?"

Shelly scooted to her computer and logged into her account. In seconds she had accessed her messages and found the entry. It opened with a few lines of smoldering text, including the sender's description of how she got off looking at Barb's pictures.

"You should be sooo proud," Shelly told her. "She said it was one of the best cums she'd had in a long time. She loved thinking about your gorgeous lips—"

Barbara giggled. The two had been lovers for three months and still could not get enough of each other.

Shelly scrolled down past the photo of a cute college student with a perfect smile, past an arousing photo of two dark, delicate hands pinching stiff, espresso-colored nipples. She stopped on the third picture.

"Hmmm, yeah, here. She was thinking about your gorgeous lips on this!"

"Holy shit!" Barb gasped. Dark fingers spread the luscious brown morsel and held the damp labia apart. Her center glowed an inflamed pink and some of her fluids coated the bottom of her glistening slit. But the most striking feature was the bright clitoris surrounded by a very dark hood. It looked like a shiny pink pearl peeping out from a cocoa oyster.

"I know! And she wanted your lips on that! Cool, huh? Got me so hot I had to take care o' business myself when I saw it."

"Holy shit!" Barb fixated on the screen. "Damn, it reminds me of those chocolate-covered cherries you'd get at Valentine's Day. Oh, God, that has me so, like, instantly horny."

"How horny, Babs?" The two young women locked eyes. Shelly's heart pounded as she imagined nibbling on the brunette's lovely womanhood. Barbara's heart pounded as she imagined having her lovely womanhood nibbled by the beautiful blonde. Barb leaned back in her chair, legs parted. Shelly dropped her towel to the floor, knelt and took her reward.

Shelly consumed Barb with great tenderness. While Shelly's tongue and lips made love to Barb's delicate folds and slick skin, Barb concentrated on the erotic image. When her labia were suckled, she imagined the labia pictured on the computer screen being lipped and savored in the same way. When the warm tongue tip slithered across her clit, she dreamed of tasting their cyber-friend's glowing bud. Soon Shelly's exquisite mouth and the graphic photo had her on edge.

Shelly lost herself in Barbara. She had masturbated to the photo and it left such a sweet afterglow. She knew Barb would want to stare at it while she came, too. So she contented herself in guiding the trembling brunette through two delightful climaxes. Only then did she allow her head to be pushed from between the wet, muscular thighs. Shelly helped Barb into bed and they cuddled.

"Are you okay, Shell?"

"Mmm Hmmm! I don't think I'll ever get tired of how you taste."

"Mmmm, thanks. But—are you okay?"

"You mean do I need to cum?"

"Yeah, hon," Barbara blushed. "Do you need to?"

"In a little. I just want to hold you for now, 'kay?"

"Okay." Barbara let herself relax, secure and treasured in Shelly's arms.

"What are we doing for your birthday?" Shelly whispered in her ear.

"Hmmm, how 'bout more of this?"

"Well, duh! No, really, we should do something special. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. Guess I haven't thought about it too much." Barb's eyes were closed. Shelly could not stop gazing at Barb's lovely face, and the exquisite lips curled in a tiny smile of bliss.

"Well, you gotta tell me 'cause it's, like, tomorrow."

"No, it's, um, three days from now."

"Babs, when's your birthday?"

"The ninth, silly."

"And what's the date today?"

"Um, it's the sixth. Right?"

"Noooo, it's the eighth!"

Barbara's eyes flashed open. "What?"

"Yuh huh. You're silly! It's tomorrow. And—it's your biggie, too! So, I'll go slow so you can keep up. Tomorrow, your twenty-first birth-day, you can have a special ce-le-bra-tion. But . . . you . . . must . . . tell . . . me," Shelly felt Barb start to giggle and lowered her voice to sound ominous, "what . . . you . . . want . . . to . . . do." The two dissolved in laughter.

As the moment passed, Barb admitted, "Jeez, Shell, I don't know."

"Okay, let me give you a few options. We can go out for dinner," Barb raised her eyebrows. "Or a movie," Barb's nose wrinkled. "We could stay in and have fabulous sex—"

"Yeah, that one!" She panted like a puppy.

"Oh, my cute little slut," the blonde cooed, rubbing her nose in the light brown hair until she found the skin of Barb's neck. "But I'd like to do something special—"

In a tone of a princess commanding a vassal, Barb said, "Then you may eat me until I beg for mercy." She giggled.

Shelly's mood changed in an instant. "Babs, please, be serious for a minute."

"Okay, Shell. I'm sorry." Barbara sounded hurt and Shelly immediately felt a twinge of guilt. She had to remind herself that Barb's feelings could be so fragile.

"No, you don't need to be sorry." The tall blonde sighed in frustration. "It's just that I want to do something really, really special for you. With you. My twenty-first was over the break—"

"I know. I missed you horribly—"

"I missed you, too, and it just sucked! I don't want to miss out on this one. And maybe we can make up for my suckie birthday while we're at it."

"I called."

"I know, but by the time I could call you back it was late and I was, like, too sad, you know? I didn't want to bum you out, too."

"You could've called."

"I should've."

"I'd have cheered you up."

Shelly hugged her friend. "Thanks, Babs."

Barb sat up and looked into her lover's face. The brunette's blue eyes glowed. "Okay, Shell. So, what'd you want to do on your birthday that you didn't get to do?"

"You mean, besides eat you until you begged for mercy?" she asked to lighten the mood once more.

"Yeah, besides that," Barbara giggled.

"Well, I wanted to have a really nice, romantic dinner with candlelight, staring into the eyes of someone who means a lot to me. I wanted to come home and have a hot bubble bath for two, maybe with a little champagne. I wanted to trade long, slow, sensual massages with scented candles. And I wanted to make long, slow, amazing love before falling asleep in a hot, like, tangle-cuddle."

"Wow," Barb whispered. After a few seconds, she said "You told me you had a family dinner. I mean, that sounds, nice."

"We had a family dinner 'cause my friends from home were either all gone or already busy. My little brother kept farting at me—God, he's such a dork! And my uncle patted me on the head, gave me ten bucks and a can of beer."

"Damn! That was a shitty birthday. Um, okay, let's do the 'dinner and—' thing."

"Deal!"

"Good. Now, you wanna get dressed, before, um—" Barbara's voice dripped meaning as it trailed into silence.

"Before, what?" Shelly asked rhetorically. Then, "Uh, uh." She rolled onto her back and beckoned her roommate with a crooked finger and a come-hither smile.



Options Ch. 02



"You're getting turned on, aren't you?"

"Well, what do you think, Shelly?"

Shelly reached for Barb's leg. Her hand negotiated the slit in Barbara's dress and found its way under the edge of her lingerie. Shelly touched her lover's damp pussy. As she stoked its length Barb shivered.

Barb's hand slipped under the edge of the tablecloth. She reached into Shelly's skirt and eased up the thigh. When her fingertips curled around the smooth flesh and toward Shelly's sex, Barb had her answer. She found the lack of underwear powerfully erotic.

"Oooh, that's nice!" Shelly sighed. Her eyes closed as Barb's knowing fingers traced the bare lips. The labia parted and a dribble of liquid heat escaped. Barb coated two fingers and leaned a little closer. Then she smeared the cream around Shelly's hood and clit.

Shelly quivered and lost her concentration. Her fingers tried to toy with Barb's delicate flesh, but the sensations Barb created in Shelly overwhelmed her. Barb exerted control.

"So, Stacy wants me, huh? And you and her got together?"

Shelly trembled. Her eyes still closed, she whispered, "Yeah."

Barb dipped into the blonde's tight opening and buried her middle finger up to its second knuckle. "I'm still new to this 'girl-girl' thing, but I might be open to a bit of . . . experimentation."

"You want to be with Stacy?" Shelly whispered.

"Maybe, if you'd be there, too."

"Oooh!"

"Tell me," Barb said.

"Tell you what?" was the shaky response.

"Tell me about Stacy. Did you eat her?"

"Oh, yeees." Shelly gripped the edge of the table in one hand, and her wet fingers dug into Barb's thigh.

"Did she eat you?"

"Oh, yeah. We even sixty-nined."

"Really. Why you little pussy slut," Barb murmured. Her voice mixed equal parts of amusement, lust and envy. "Next time you'd better include me!"

Shelly looked at her friend and her dark eyes wore a thick glaze of desire. "There won't be a next time without you, Babs! You'll see."

"Goody. So, how is Stacy when she cums?"

"Yummy. She gasps . . . and she . . . soaked . . . the . . . sheets . . . ."

"Like I do?" Barbara circled Shelly's clit with a thumb. A second finger slid inside and Shelly shook. Her nostrils flared and her breathing turned ragged as she struggled to maintain some semblance of decorum.

"Almost as good, Babs. And can she eat pu—" Shelly clamped onto Barb's hand. Her knuckles went white and her jaw muscles tensed. Barb felt the lava flow of Shelly's climax, and the clenching of her inner muscles.

"When we get home, I'm gonna eat your pussy so good and so long," Barb told her as Shelly fought for air. Despite the constraining grip of Shelly's closed thighs, Barb's fingers were able to wiggle. Shelly's climax intensified and she shuddered again.

Barb teased her lover as the orgasm receded. "You know, I'd like to share you with some hot chick, just to see what it's like. Maybe, like Stacy."

"Oooh," Shelly whimpered.

"We could have tongue fights over your clitty!" Barbara stroked with as light a pressure as she could manage. Shelly shook. Then she let out her breath in a long, rattling sigh.

Barb eased her hand from beneath the tablecloth. Shelly stole a furtive look at the surrounding customers, grabbed Barb's hand and gave the wet fingers a rapid lick.

Barb grinned. "Aren't you just a little horny-girl?"

Shelly giggled and nodded. "When we get home, I have a surprise for you."

"You do?"

"Yeah, and I think you're really gonna like it, too."

"What is it?"

"Uh, uh. Not till we get home."

"Oh," Barb growled. But they both knew anticipation heightened Barb's thrill.

Dessert consisted of tiny, colorful globes of ice cream and something that looked like nuts. Their rough, intricate texture fascinated Barb. Shelly had never seen them before.

"What's that?"

"Lychee, an oriental fruit." the server told them. "Very sweet and very delicious. Just peel them like a hardboiled egg, and mind the seeds. Please enjoy." He flashed a toothy grin and raced off once more. They tried the desserts and found them as good as promised.

"What time is it?"

"Almost eight," Barb told her.

"Eek!" Shelly rose. "We have to go—we're late!"

"Late? I thought we had all evening."

"We do, Babs, but the surprise is supposed to be at eight. We have to go. Now!"

"Okay, Shell." Barb was intrigued.

Shelly motioned to the server and he promptly brought the bill. She gave him a credit card but Barbara protested.

"Let's split this," she insisted and plunked her own card on the leather folder.

"Yes, Miss." He went for the cash register.

"Excuse me," Shelly called in a raised voice. He turned, and had only a moment—

With the grace and speed of a professional baseball player, their server snatched the airborne lychee and slipped it into his vest pocket. He grinned again, turned and raced for the kitchen.

"Oh, God! Shell, I'm sooo embarrassed!"

"Then why are you laughing?"

"'Cause he, like, grabbed it and—" Barbara could not finish. The scene replayed itself in her mind and the champagne made her giddy. She laughed harder and Shelly got caught up, too. Some of other patrons looked in their direction, but the birthday couple did not notice.

The bill arrived and the slips were signed. The champagne had been omitted from the total. Their server refused to correct it and simply said, "Happy Birthdays, ladies." They left a very generous tip.

They winked at him as they passed the host's station. He waved back and spoke into the restaurant telephone.

"Yes, Julia, I have you down for a private room on the eighteenth at seven-ish. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer the entire restaurant? All right, I'll take care of everything, don't worry."

They stepped outside and looked at each other. Together they burst out, "Julia?"





Options Ch. 02



Shelly did not immediately answer and Barbara's pulse beat strong and fast. She began to whither with dread.

"God, yes, Babs. It's totally okay!" Shelly laughed and hugged the brunette to her chest. "But what're we gonna tell Maree?"

"The truth. We'll tell her it was great, but we're a couple now and, you know—"

"Yeah." Shelly kissed Barb's hair. Then Shelly giggled, "And what're we gonna tell Stacy?"

"Hmmm, yeah." Barb closed her eyes and snuggled into Shelly's arms. "Shell?"

"Yeah, hon."

"You've had a threesome before, right?"

"Two, actually. Tonight is three."

"Are they different?"

"You mean, different than this? Or different each time?"

"Um, both, I guess."

Shelly thought for a moment before she answered. "Well, they were different than this, and they were different from each other. I guess it matters how the partners are, you know? Like the first one was a little wild, but the second time everyone was very caring and it was, like, very soft and loving. It was really hot, but kinda in slow-mo. And tonight was hot and nasty and a little dirty, you know?"

"Hmmm," Barbara sighed. They cuddled in a tangled afterglow just as Shelly wanted.

"So, how was Stacy?"

"What do you mean?" Shelly asked.

"Well, was she, like wild?"

"Oh, no. Stacy was a little shy and really caring, really sweet." Shelly hesitated.

"It's okay, Shell. I really want to know."

"Okay, Babs. It was, well," she hesitated again. "I guess it was, like 'loving.' She was very loving. I mean, I felt, God, the only word I can think of is 'cherished.' I know that sounds lame. But I haven't felt that special until I was with you."

After a pause, Barbara said, "That sounds really nice. I guess I'm glad that you had that, and that you told me about it. And it happened before we got together, so it's, you know, it's okay. But we should tell Stacy that we—you and me—are a couple now." She rolled on her back and nuzzled Shelly's neck.

Shelly gazed at Barb's nipples and enjoyed the growing blush in the stiffening flesh. Then she felt Barbara's lips on her throat and her eyes fluttered shut.

"Okay, baby," Shelly sighed.

"Yeah, so if she wants to be with me," Barb whispered into her ear, "she'll have to be with us both."

Barb snuggled into her lover's embrace and closed her eyes. Shelly thought of Stacy. Did she want to share Barb with someone else? If so, would Stacy be the right person? She smiled when she remembered how caring and gentle a lover Stacy was. Shelly had her answer.

Shelly looked at Barbara's face, so peaceful and lovely in the dim light. Barb's breathing grew deep and steady. Shelly stared at the brunette's luscious lips and wondered how it would be to kiss her while Stacy pleasured Barb in other ways. Then she wondered how it would be to watch Barb and Stacy kiss from between Barb's thighs, to hear Barb moan into Stacy's mouth as Shelly tongued her lover to orgasm. Maybe she could be fingering Stacy at the same time . . . .

A plan formed as she held Barbara. Shelly drifted off to sleep with a smile.



Options Ch. 03



Options III: Unplanned Options



It was so difficult to concentrate on her classes. For over two weeks Stacy remembered Barb's kiss. Before she stepped from the dorm shower, before Barb grabbed her by the back of the neck, before Barb's full, warm lips smothered her own, Stacy's thoughts often turned to the sensual. But in that breathtaking contact she found a focal point for her latest fantasies.

Ever since she and Morgan, her best friend growing up, had "discovered" sex together Stacy clung to the memories. Morgan's kiss had been such a soft touch, but one that set off the powder keg of Stacy's budding sexuality. The sight of Morgan's lips on Stacy's breasts, the touch of her delicate fingertips between Stacy's thighs, the incredible pleasure of giving and receiving oral love replayed over and over in Stacy's mind. And when she had a new infatuation, as she did now with Barbara, it was a simple matter to insert her fantasy lover into the mental play.

She removed her glasses and rubbed the low bridge of her petit nose. A furtive glance confirmed that she was alone in her usual nook of the library. Her fingers went to the nape of her neck, to the spot where, coincidentally, she could still feel Barbara's firm hand. She stroked the sensitive little spot and her nipples stiffened. Stacy sat back with a deep sigh, closed her eyes and let her hand trail down her shoulder. It grazed the edge of a breast and tickled its way along her ribs. Her fingertips traced the waistband of her sweatpants before moving lower. And all the while she dreamt of Barb's lips, so full and soft, enflaming her skin where—

"Hi, Stace!"

Stacy startled and jerked her wrist away, only to bang it against the underside of the heavy table. "Ow."

"Shhh, Shell," Barb admonished in a hiss. "Indoor voice."

"Oh, hey, Shelly." Stacy glanced at the vee of Shelly's jeans then averted her eyes. "Hey, Barb," she mumbled, staring at Barbara's sensuous lips. Stacy looked at her books as her face reddened.

Shelly eyed Barb and winked. "So, Stacy," she began, "do you get Orgas—, uh, I mean, Organic Chemistry?"

"Sure, Ah mean, like, mostly. Why're y'all askin'? Ya havin' trouble?"

Shelly paused. She and Stacy shared two passionate nights together, before Barbara of course. The genteel Southern accent from that beautiful Asian face made her heart race then, just as was doing now. It was just so damned sexy!

"Well," she continued, more composed, "I didn't get the last lecture. And I—" 

"We—" Barb corrected.

"Yeah, sorry. We were wondering if you'd come by some night this week. To our room. To help me study."

"Gee, I dunno . . ." Stacy regretted her response the moment she uttered it.

"Please?" Barb pouted.

"Yeah, Stacy. We'd love to have you." There was a spark in Shelly's eyes that Stacy found intriguing and, perhaps, a little familiar.

"Um, 'kay, sure. When?"

The couple exchanged a look and a nod. Then Shelly offered, "How 'bout Friday? Like, seven?"

"'Kay, sure." Stacy tried to meet Barb's eyes again, and failed again. By this time a damp heat asserted itself, slipping downward from the pit of her tummy. Stacy breathed deeply and exhaled. Barb eyed the rise and fall of Stacy's chest and wondered how sweet her breasts would look totally nude.

"Good," Shelly giggled. "You mind?" she asked, reaching for the phone next to Stacy's pile of books.

The girl answered, "Naw, it's okay."

"'Kay, here's my cell," the blonde murmured. She keyed in her number and connected. Her phone rang, "And now I have yours."

"And miiine," Barbara said, not wanting to be excluded.

"And Barb's. Oh, and here's, like, our room phone, too, 'kay?"

"'Kay." Stacy crossed her legs under the table, but all that did was squeeze her swelling flesh. It felt so good that she sighed again.

"Jeez, Shelly, we're just down the hall," Barb stated. She rolled her eyes.

"I'll have to give you a cool ring tone, Stace," Shelly mumbled to her phone.

Barb watched Stacy for a moment and whispered, "We ought to let you get back to studying." She bent down and brushed her thick lips against Stacy's ear. "See you Friday." The girl shivered, and her nipples pressed into the worn cotton sweatshirt. She hunched forward to hide them and hoped it was not obvious.

Shelly noticed the effect Barb had on Stacy's body. Her mouth watered as she recalled suckling Stacy's thick brown nipples until the girl came.

"Yeah." Shelly's fingertips touched the back Stacy's neck, a strategic, particular spot on Stacy's neck. The sensation raced down Stacy's spine and lodged in her melting sex. "See you Friday." Stacy's skin burned long after the fingers retreated.

Shelly straightened. "Babs?"

"Shell?" Then to Stacy, they chimed, "Bye."

"See all y'all latah." She watched both of their bottoms sway as they walked down the aisle. Shelly bumped Barb's hip and Barb play-pushed her. Stacy thought Barb's ponytail seemed a touch more red that she remembered but before she could be sure they disappeared around the corner of the book cases.

She imagined what it would be like to be taken by them both, to have her breasts and pussy licked the way Shelly had done her, and to lose her breath in Barb's wet, hot kisses at the same time. She swung her crossed leg under the table and felt her hood glide along the length of her throbbing clit. Her labia slithered together in a wet friction that left her pulse racing.

She knew she should stop. It would be so simple to wait until she got back to her room. But it felt too good, so she swung her leg harder and faster. Seconds later she could not stop, and in short minutes more she had to grip the heavy oak tabletop and bite her lip to keep silent. The rolling wave of her climax broke, engulfing her body in its delicious embrace.

Her eyes shut and she curled forward until her face was just inches above the tabletop. Two very erect nipples pressed through the cotton sweatshirt into the polished wood, spreading luscious tingles that mixed with the orgasmic tidewater. The girl choked back moans, and gasped instead to the rhythm of her sweet spasms. Stray wisps of hair puffed in time with her ragged breathing. At last, and too soon, her peak tapered off and passed.

There was no way she could study now. Stacy just hoped she could make it back to the dorm before her knees failed her. She knew she would end up as she had for the last several nights; masturbating again and again with delicious thoughts of making love to Barbara's gorgeous lips, and the rest of her lush body. Only tonight the fantasies would include Shelly, too.

* * * * * * *

Stacy closed her eyes and cradled Shelly's head, wanting her. Shelly resisted, lifted the straps over Stacy's rounded shoulders and peeled the bra down to expose two heavy breasts. Then she pushed the girl back onto the bed, wriggled into a better position and spent several minutes nibbling the soft skin, flowing curves and swollen tips of Stacy's chest.

Barbara watched. She caressed her own breasts and almost immediately her eyes glazed with lust and she moaned. Stacy knew how erotic the sight two women together could be. She sighed at the pleasure of Shelly's lips and knew the scene stoked Barb's desire. Having an audience turned up the heat within Stacy's sopping vagina.

Barb moved forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She caressed Shelly's back and told her, "You two are so damn hot!" Stacy looked up with a shy smile as Shelly moaned softly around a hard nubbin. Stacy's eyes lingered on Barb's hair. There was the reddish tint she noticed before; the way it framed her face looked just so beautiful.

Inexorably, Stacy focused once more on Barb's mouth. She saw Barb lick her lips, saw her swallow, and lean closer. As their faces moved together the girl closed her eyes and whimpered in delight. Stacy kept one palm on the back of Shelly's head, guiding and encouraging more nipple worship. Her other hand slid over Barbara's shoulder to her nape and pulled her harder into the kiss.

Oh, God! Those lips are sooo perfect, the brunette thought.

Stacy would have been completely lost in kissing Barbara had Shelly's mouth not been paying homage to her body. Her mind bounced back and forth between the competing, complimentary sensations. She would shiver from the soft swipe of Barb's tongue in her mouth. The very next moment Shelly would swab her stiff nipple and puckered areola and Stacy's tummy would quiver with delight.

Stacy sucked on the thick swell of her lover's full upper lip, tracing Cupid's bow with her tongue before easing it into Barbara's sigh. Shelly had licked her way from one nipple and ran her tongue along the line where Stacy's left breast joined her abdomen. The blond trailed tiny wet kisses all across Stacy's chest, covering her breasts while avoiding her swollen brown buds. The denied pleasure heightened their collective need.

Stacy groaned, deep and breathy, into Barb's mouth. Shelly's hand wandered up and down Stacy's tummy. Stacy reached for one of Barbara's breasts, rolled a nipple between her thumb and forefinger, and heard the redhead moan. In return, Barb played the back of Stacy's neck as though fingering a violin. Her head lolled back into Barbara's caress.

"Ohmyyy," she gasped in her soft Southern lilt. She tried to return to their kiss but Barb had already moved. Stacy felt another mouth, a different mouth, trapping a free nipple. Barb's fleshy lips and hard tongue triggered electric tingles that raced through Stacy's body.

Shelly traversed Stacy's tummy with a languid trail of soft, sucking kisses. It was plain what she wanted, what she needed, from the girl. Her hand reached into the sweatpants and descended until she felt the turgid flesh accept her fingertip.

Stacy whimpered. With nothing but the whisper of wet lips working on her body, her vocal expression of pleasure sounded so loud it almost drowned out the beat of her heart. One long finger prodded her G and she convulsed. Her hips thrust, wanting to be ravaged, but Shelly only toyed with her.

"Babs, guess who's not wear-ring any pan-ties," Shelly sang.

Barb lifted herself from Stacy's pert, textured areola and looked at Shelly, whose hand slid along Stacy's stomach. Her middle finger left a wet line.

"Let me see."

Shelly pulled on the waistband and gave Barbara a glimpse. "See?"

Stacy giggled

Barb looked at the slight curve of the smooth skin and the edge of an intimate tuft of black hair. She gazed into Stacy's face with a wicked grin. "Well, aren't we the naughty little slut?"

"Uh, huh. Jus' yore l'il ole drippin' wet slut. What're all y'all gonna do about it? Kiss me again, baby?"

The two young women ravished Stacy. Barbara took her with passion, kissing her, sucking her lips, tonguing her mouth. Both of Barbara's hands were all over the girl's full breasts and paid special attention to the sensitive, dark nipples. Still wet from the prolonged licking, they slipped between Barb's fingers as she rolled and twisted. Tingling pleasure radiated outward from Stacy's chest and ricocheted in all directions before finding her clitoris.

Shelly's tongue circled Stacy's navel while her hand caressed and stroked between the girl's legs. She worked through the sweatpants but that was not enough. Shelly stopped, leaned onto her elbows and tugged.

Stacy lifted her hips, dying for more. She loved Barbara's mouth on hers, loved that Barb had become more forceful, more insistent. She hoped that Shelly would stop teasing her pussy, though, and would devour it with as much hunger as Barb exhibited. She looked down at the blonde's lovely face and noticed her glazed stare.

Shelly eyed the fluttering tummy, the trim hips, and the dark triangle of thin hair that could not quite conceal the plump pink lips or their glistening proclamation of Stacy's arousal. Shelly pulled the pants down over smooth thighs, past the cute knees and stopped around the ankles. She placed one palm on the girl's lower tummy and used her other to caress the leg muscles and trace Stacy's hipline. Shelly resumed her trail of kisses at the knees and moved higher with what Stacy thought was infuriating sloth.

"Damn, baby, I need somethin' more," Stacy gasped in Shelly's direction. "Now!"

Barb smiled and told her, "She'll make it worth the wait." She grabbed a thick handful of hair at the back of Stacy's skull and kissed her hard. Then Barbara pulled back to expose Stacy's neck and descended on it with licks and kisses and nibbles. Her free hand played with the girl's chest.

Stacy's intake of breath was as sharp as the touch of Barbara's incisors against her throat. She gasped again as Shelly panted between her trembling thighs, the small puffs of warm breath caressing her swollen folds. The tip of a hot tongue licked along the crease of her leg. She shifted her hips towards the contact, hoping Shelly would get the message and stop torturing her.

"OhmyGod, hurry, Shelly. Mmm, Barb, theah. Ye-ah, bite me theah, Jus' like that, baby. Ooo!" The girl's cries were an intoxicating blend of sighs and whimpers seasoned with liberal dashes of desire. She drew ever closer to her moment.

Barb had staked her claim on all of Stacy's upper body. Her sensuous lips kept the girl contented as their kisses grew more feverish. Their mouths devoured each other with an arsenal of lips and tongues.

With one hand Barbara manipulated Stacy's head so she could have her way with the brunette, could possess her and drive her wild with passion. Her free hand pleasured Stacy's nipples, and more. She caressed and stroked the smooth skin, dragged her fingernails over some of the less sensitive areas, and still managed to elicit gasps and trigger goosebumps. Between the kissing, the breast play, and the anticipation of Shelly's oral antics, Stacy felt her natural lubrication shift into overdrive.

Stacy became so wet that she knew Shelly had to be enveloped by a cloud of musky perfume. She hoped it would turn her on enough to end the teasing. Then she felt warm, wet lips kiss her labia. Shelly sipped and sucked the burning petals into her mouth. The Southern girl moaned and her pelvis lurched. Shelly took hold of both hips and held them steady as her oral assault grew earnest.

Her tongue parted the last unopened bit of Stacy's pussy. She licked up and down the length of the warm slit, circled the hood and ran her tongue downward to the opening. She repeated the route again and again; each time she dug a little deeper, lingered a little longer, circled a little harder. Once, when she reached Stacy's vulva, she closed her mouth over the girl's tender, swollen sex. The tongue drove Stacy wild with a host of contrasting sensations; soft and hard, smooth and course, thin and broad. Shelly's lips clamped onto wet skin and she started a soft suckling.

Stacy ripped her face from Barbara's kiss. "Oh, shit, Shelly, that's so . . . oh!. . . damn . . . swee . . . eet." She could only speak in time to Shelly's deep sucks. "Aaah. Gawd, Barb . . . oh, shit . . . you're . . . mmm . . . right grrrl. So . . . worth . . . the . . . wai—oooh, fuck!"

Shelly's incessant mouth gulped at Stacy's rising passion. When the puffy labia and flowing sex weren't enough, Shelly amused herself with the protruding clit. It was slippery and slick, and throbbed against Shelly's tongue. She used a broad, flat stroke to stimulate Stacy's glistening pearl and the surrounding flesh. Then she drew in most of the pink folds and somehow managed to reach her tongue upward at the same time. Powerful shudders rocked Stacy's body.

"See, I told you she's worth the wait," Barb huffed into Stacy's ear. Her pride at Shelly's oral technique was obvious. "Is she doing that thing where she sucks your pussy into her mouth and tongues your clit at the same time?"

"Oooh, mm hmm!"

"Yeah, I love that," she admitted as she palmed the firm mounds and her fingertips pinched the girl's thick nipples.

"Ye-ah . . . yeee . . . aaah, oooh, Gawd . . . ye-ah!"

"Oh, baby," Barbara cooed, "You're gonna cum, aren't you?"

"Ye— Yeees . . . oh, fuck! Ungh . . . na . . . na . . . oooh-nooow!" Stacy's body grew rigid. Her legs tightened and shook around Shelly's head.

"Mmm, wait'll she fucks you with her long tongue. You're gonna cum so good and hard!" Barb covered Stacy's panting mouth and it opened to accept the redhead's tongue. In the next instant Shelly slid her tongue deep into the liquid core of Stacy's throbbing vagina. Her upper lip pressed the erect clitoris hard against pubic bone.

Stacy arched off the bed and gasped raggedly into Barb's kiss. Having her mouth and pussy filled by these awesome lovers proved too much for her. Colors danced behind her eyelids and powerful waves of electric heat raced through her quivering frame. For an incongruous instant the brunette reveled in how Shelly could suck her pussy, tongue fuck her and mash her clitty all at the same time. But the instant was gone just as quickly, replaced but a moment's lull and another cascading climax, stronger than the first.

"Shit, you're sooo hot!" Barb was staring into Stacy's face as the girl panted, gasped and blushed her way through the overwhelming cums. Barbara stood, ripped at the soaked crotch of her thong and swung a leg over Stacy.

"I need it, too, baby, so fucking bad," she told the girl as she lowered herself. Stacy caught Barb's scent, her lips opened and Barbara smeared them with her essence. Stacy mouthed the first bit of flesh she felt, and latched onto one swollen labia. She sucked it as the redhead settled with a soft moan.

Shelly kissed up and down Stacy's legs until the girl's skin grew less sensitive. Stacy knew Shelly had to be watching and decided to give her a proper show. Barb's nether lips stretched into Stacy's lurid suction. The tortured labia sprang from Stacy's mouth with a slurping sound. Her tongue reached out and ran back and forth between Barbara's clutching folds. Barb lowered her pelvis a little more. Her ass flexed and rippled as Stacy devoured Barb's swollen tip.

"That's it, baby. Oh, God, there, ungh, yeah . . . right . . . oooh, fuck, right there!"

"Shit, Barb," Shelly gasped, "Are you that close already?"

"Ungh, God . . . ooooh!"

"She's almost there, Stace!" Then Shelly dug her tongue into the molten depths of Stacy's sex. Her upper lip massaged the thick dome of the girl's clit. Shelly pushed the thighs wider. Stacy's ankles were still trapped in her sweatpants, so as her legs spread her feet moved up the bed. Stacy felt Shelly's hips begin a grinding rotation against the cloth-entangled lump of her feet.

"Mmm," Shelly moaned. The vibration on Stacy's clitoris made her shiver as she suckled the wet swell of Barb's hooded flesh. The threesome became single-minded as they surged towards fulfillment.

Shelly ground her athletic hips onto Stacy's feet. Barb tossed her head, making her hair fly. Some of it clung to the perspiration coating her neck. One of her hands was against the wall and the other played with her right nipple. She forced herself harder onto Stacy's luscious mouth and showed all the signs of an impending explosion.

With a sharp jerk Barbara pitched forward. She just caught herself before her head slammed into the wall. Her body shook as rolling pleasure pounded her insides.

"Ooooh, Gawd! OoohmyGod! Ungh . . . ungh . . .oooh," she chanted as her body convulsed. "Damn, Sta . . .cee! Yeeeah . . . yeeeah . . . yeee—aaah!" Barb's wide pelvis rocked back and forth on the fulcrum of Stacy's face. Her clit danced on the hard ridge of Stacy's arched tongue.

Stacy caught a flood of Barbara's steamy ambrosia. Shelly suckled Stacy's clit and half her pussy. Stacy felt Shelly's orgasm, too, as the blonde ground her mons into Stacy's feet. Her right arch dug between Shelly's thighs and Shelly rewarded her with a strangled cry of sexual fulfillment. 




Options Ch. 03



Sandwiched between two beautiful young women, knowing she was making them cum on either end of her body, toppled her over the edge and into the abyss. Stacy arced off the bed again. Her body trembled, shuddered then quaked as her climax built to a fever pitch in moments. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was full of Barbara. She wanted to do something, anything, but all she could do was ride out the exquisite electricity that jolted through her. One hand squeezed Barb's ass so hard that she yelped. The other clawed and shoved a blonde head into Stacy's thrusting, convulsing crotch.

Shelly sucked and tongued in rhythm with her own cum, pushing Stacy a bit further into pleasure. Shelly reached up and toyed with the exquisite brown nipples' the tingle raced through Stacy's tummy and sparkled in her clit. Her orgasm hovered on a delicious plateau that she never wanted to leave.

Eventually, though, her climax subsided, ebbed and passed. Barb slipped from Stacy's sore mouth and collapsed onto the bed. Shelly planted the softest kisses all over ticklish, quivering thighs. Stacy's limpid dark eyes gazed at Barb then lidded in fleeting contentment. 

God, that was amazing! But, I'd love something thick and deep waaay up inside me. Mmm, I wonder if they might have some toys stashed somewhere . . . .

She stirred and awoke very much alone. One hand was between her legs and the sheets clung wet and cool against her flexing hips and ass. She held the other palm to her mouth. Her scent and flavor clung thickly to it, and she realized she had been licking her own juices from her fingers. She noticed her fingertips were a little "pruney" and her jaw ached a tiny bit.

Her body buzzed, vibrated, and left no doubt that she had cum. She did not know how many times—it must have been several from the state of the sheets. The dream may have gotten her off, but she knew she was not satisfied. Not yet.

She hoped they would end up just like in that dream; with faces buried in pussies, not in textbooks. She sighed, smiled, closed her eyes, and let her mind and hands wander . . . .

* * * * * * *

Wednesday, two days after the invitation in the library, she saw Shelly in Organic Chemistry. Stacy arrived late and chose to sit in the back row, close to the double doors, several seats from her nearest neighbor. Shelly sat to her left, ten or twelve rows closer to the front, and did not notice Stacy. 

She tried to concentrate on the lecture but ended up staring and fantasizing on more than one occasion. Stacy's legs crossed of their own will and she found herself slipping ever nearer to climax. Her swinging calf allowed her arousal-slickened hood to stroke its swelling clitoris. She wished Shelly's face was firmly between her legs providing her with hours of exquisite pleasure. She imagined Shelly dragging her pert, taut nipples back and forth over Stacy's glistening tip until it pushed her to multiple orgasms. She ached to splash Shelly's firm breasts and hard nipples with steamy jets of girl cum.

Her body tensed and she tumbled into her release. It happened so quickly that it surprised her. Stacy managed to stifle a squeal but her gasps would betray her to anyone within earshot. The climax shoved aside her embarrassment and she abandoned herself to it, knowing no one was close enough to see or hear. Her eyelids fluttered closed, her abdomen spasmed, her lungs labored, and there was a roaring in her ears. Finally, her breathing slowed and she could hear the Professor lecturing again.

That's when she also heard a soft chuckle just behind her right shoulder. While she was not embarrassed, not too embarrassed, she was not about to turn around, either.

A perky whisper tickled her ear. "The blonde, right?"

She turned her head only enough to catch a peripheral glimpse, but said nothing. Whoever sat behind her now leaned over the seat back. Stacy could feel someone very close to her shoulder—someone who smelled like jasmine and coffee, with a hint of aroused female. Or is that me? she wondered.

"She's hot! I've done the same thing once or twice this semester, too." The stranger's quiet admission tickled in Stacy's ear, while its echo tickled her libido.

At last Stacy felt compelled to turn around and found herself looking into sharp gray eyes. She noticed the defined cheek bones and the adorable honey-brown curls that bordered the girl's face. Her mouth was wide and at that moment an enigmatic half-smile graced the thin lips.

The lecture ended. The noise level jumped as the crowd began filing out of the auditorium.

"I've wondered about you two," she whispered. Stacy thought for an instant that the girl knew, that the whole college knew, about her making love with Shelly.

"Now I guess I know about you, at least. I'm right, huh, baby?" She winked.

It fell into place for Stacy as she realized the girl referred to sexual preference. She let out her breath in relief. She felt fine about being gay, but did not want anyone to scrutinize her choice of lovers. Some things should just remain private, Stacy thought.

"I'm Hailey." She handed Stacy a small piece of folded paper and flashed a dazzling smile. "I've, um, 'done' you a couple o' times, too. Well," the grin widened, "Like, six, maybe. We should totally grab some java together sometime."

The smile offered little, but her affect hinted—promised?—so much more. Stacy sat mesmerized.

"You're . . .?"

Stacy took of firm hand out of reflex. At last she found her voice through the mental fog.

"Stacy."

"Nice to finally get to meet you in the flesh. Stacy."

Stacy's hand tingled, and she felt a noticeable spark when their hands parted. Hailey rose but took her time leaving the auditorium. Whether Stacy was supposed to stare at Hailey's swaying hips and rounded bottom or not, she did. Hailey looked over her shoulder, smiled when she confirmed Stacy's eyes were on her ass, and said, "Bye, gorgeous."

Stacy smiled ever so slightly and gave a limp wave. While she was flattered by the offer, and by being the object of an attractive lady's fantasies, she already had Barbara as the target of her lust.

She scanned the number, smiled again, and dropped it into the hallway rubbish can.

* * * * * * *

The week passed so slowly that Stacy thought Friday would never arrive. The past several days had been a kaleidoscope of thoughts and feelings. Sometimes she became giddy, and other times she felt confused. Was it a study date, or more than that? And what the hell was that longing, that hollow mood that left her wanting . . . something . . . she could not quite name?

Suddenly it was almost seven and her worry shifted from what "it" was to being late for "it." The butterflies in her tummy had not settled. Now she was sure an entire flock, or herd, or whatever the hell you called a huge batch of the little darlin's, filled her abdomen. She was so nervous, and cumming twice in the shower did nothing to dull her edginess.

She pulled her iridescent black hair into a thick ponytail that hung almost to her waist. She wore her signature sweat pants and a plain gray sweatshirt over a sheer white bra. After rifling through her entire undies drawer, still wrestling with the uncertainty of whether this was an actual study session or a transparent excuse, she let her dream be her inspiration and skipped panties altogether. If she guessed wrong, no one would know. But if she guessed correctly, well, the mere thought made her wriggle and smile.

Stacy donned a pair of black flip-flops with little rhinestones on the straps, gathered her books and walked down the hall. Her hand trembled as she knocked.

The door swung wide. "Hi, Stace," Shelly beamed. She leaned forward and air-kissed the girl's cheeks then stood aside to let her into the room.

"Thanks. All y'all're so kind to, like, invite me ovah. Hey, Barb."

"Stacy!" Barbara bubbled. Wearing an apron that read, "Kiss the Cook," she walked over and gave their guest a hug. The aroma of cinnamon and vanilla surrounded them. Their hips touched as Barb's lips brushed Stacy's ear.

"Glad you could make it," she whispered. Barbara pulled away. "Why don't you two sit and I'll bring some snacks, okay?"

"Oh, y'all don' hafta go to all that trouble—"

"No worries. I've really wanted to try out some stuff."

"Okay," the Southerner murmured.

"You can use Barb's desk," Shelly offered with a sweep of her hand.

"Thanks." Stacy dropped her books and settled into the seat. She wondered if Shelly had ever eaten Barb's dripping pussy in this chair. She sighed, subdued the thought and slipped her feet from the flip-flops.

Shelly sat and wheeled herself closer. She flipped open her text and began, "So I missed the lecture where Anderson talked about 'oligonucleotide synthesis,' and now I'm kinda lost on the stuff that comes after."

So, this is a study session, Stacy thought. She took a breath. "Well, when Professor Anderson covered this it was sort o' like hard to follow. But I found a great site that explained it. You have a computer up?"

"Mine's been acting weird. Babs, is yours up?

"Oooh, yeaaah!"

"Your computer?"

She glanced over her shoulder with an innocent expression, said, "Uh huh," and went back to the microwave. "Shell, can you help Stacy get it online?"

"Oooh, yeaaah." Shelly mimicked. She grinned, winked at Stacy and awakened her roommate's computer. A bell chimed in the background.

"Nachos, 'kay?" Barb asked. She looked natural and happy as she played hostess.

"Um, yeah," Stacy answered, as confused as ever. The bustle in the small room kept her off balance.

Barbara set a wide plate of blue corn chips piled with chopped tomatoes, diced celery, three different beans and grated cheese on a small table between the desks. There was a bowl of salsa, three glasses, and several paper napkins with Technicolor parrots on them.

"You want a beer or some wine, Stacy?" Barb asked.

The girl was lost in another fantasy. The hostess wore nothing but the apron. Stacy got to snack on her sugary lips while gripping her naked ass. "Huh?"

"What would you like to drink? Beer? Red wine?"

"Oh, um, I'm only, like, twenty."

"Oh," Barbara's face fell.

"You have any diet soda?"

"Yeah," she brightened. "Coke Zero or diet ginger ale. Or orange juice?"

"Ginger ale'll be good." She wanted a lime, but felt too shy to ask.

"Okay," Shelly was saying, "just let me get logged—oops. Babs!"

"What?"

Stacy glanced at the screen. The wallpaper was a shot of Shelly kneeling on the bed. Tousled hair covered one eye and her flushed face wore a sultry, post-coital expression. The sheet pulled up over her body left most of her legs and one breast exposed. Her delicate pink nipple stood erect. The tip of the left forefinger was clamped between her teeth. Stacy, who fancied herself a connoisseur of erotic imagery, found it very artistic—and hauntingly sexy.

Shelly minimized the screen, but when she tried to sign onto the Internet it popped back up again.

"Shit, Babs, you . . . Oh, crap, Stacy, don't look!" Shelly turned the computer away from their guest and grinned as her face turned beet red.

"What?" Barbara demanded.

"What? Your wallpaper, that's what. How embarrassing!"

"Here you go." Barb set a glass of pale sparkling gold in front of Stacy. Two lime wedges floated on top, tiny sloops on a shimmering sea. 

She asked Stacy in a hushed voice, "Did you see it?"

The girl nodded. 

"Gawd, she hot," Barb sighed. Stacy nodded again, but she felt the twinge beneath her sternum. Her brow furrowed as she lifted the glass and took the sip her arid mouth needed so.

Stacy noticed Barbara's hair had indeed lightened, and it shown with a subtle reddish tint. Barb leaned close to her ear once more. Stacy caught the scent of cinnamon and vanilla again as her hostess whispered, "If you aren't hungry, or don't want to study, it's okay with us."

Before she could reply, Barb's tongue traced the rim of Stacy's ear. She shivered so badly that she almost spilled her drink. Her head spun as a warm hand reach beneath her ponytail and cupped behind her neck. Knowledgeable fingertips stroked a very sensitive spot on the girl's nape. She turned, still trembling.

"Wouldn't you rather . . .?" Shelly was so close, holding Stacy's head. Then Shelly's lips were on her. Stacy whimpered and she fell into the kiss. Barbara took the glass so Stacy's hand could caress Shelly's skin.

"Mmm!" Shelly reacted.

"Is her hand cold, Shell?" Barb inquired, amused.

"Mm, hmm. Mmm." Shelly refused to pull away, and Barbara doubted Stacy would let her. Watching her lover making out with a smokin' hottie was melting Barb inside. Seeing the blonde's nipples harden when Stacy's cool fingers found Shelly's bare skin was pretty exciting, too. Barbara sat on her bed to enjoy the sight. She wiggled her hips to get comfortable and thrilled at the friction of the sheets against her panty-clad slit.

"You two are sooo beautiful!"

The kiss ebbed and flowed as the women teased and explored. Shelly's expert tongue tasted of white wine and she knew just how to use it to excite the coed. Barb caressed her own throat as she watched her lover's hand trace the outline of Stacy's jaw, trail down and slip inside the edge of the sweatshirt. Shelly slid it over one shoulder. Stacy pulled away, breathing hard.

They looked at each other for a breathless moment before she raised her arms. Shelly smiled and lifted the shirt over Stacy's head.

"Holy crap," Barb exclaimed as she stared at Stacy's sculpted breasts. The shear bra did nothing to hide the small brown areolas or the two captivating, stiffened nipples. "Gawd, Stace, you're fuckin' gorgeous!"

"Y'all stop. Ah'm, like, blushin' heah." She crossed her arms in front of herself but the movement left one nipple exposed. The press of her forearms lifted her breast and made them appear larger and more inviting. Barbara licked her lips, surprised at how dry they had become. She could not look away, nor did she want to.

"Really, Stacy, you hide that hot bod of yours in those big sweatshirts," Shelly told her. "I wish my tits were half this good," she said as her hand cupped one warm mound. "Damn," the blonde sighed, "I'd have 'em out, like, all the time." Shelly traced the curve along the edge of the bra where Stacy's breast met her ribs. Goosebumps erupted in the wake of Shelly's touch.

"Mmm," the girl sighed. She filled her hand with one of Shelly's breasts and said, "Y'all have perfect tits, baby."

Shelly smiled and leaned forward to lick and nibble through the sheer fabric. In return, Stacy stroked the blonde hair and her warm curves. Barb began to caress her own breasts. She had never seen anything so erotic as her lover giving oral to the pretty girl, especially someone with such great boobs!

Shelly lifter her head and gazed at Stacy. "I knew you'd wanna be with us."

"O' course," she whispered in answer. She enjoyed her delicious, growing arousal, as well as Shelly's hard nipple that dug into her palm. "All y'all are sooo hot!" She shifted and her legs opened a bit.

Barb followed the movement and caught sight of their guest's crotch. A tiny dark spot had appeared on the front of the sweatpants. Shelly suckled the other breast for a few glorious minutes while Stacy let her hand explore. Barbara stared as Stacy's intimate secret became more and more obvious. She salivated in anticipation and pinched her upper lip between her teeth and tongue. Her hunger grew.

Shelly pulled her mouth away with some effort. "I told Babs." She turned to her roommate. "Remember, Babs? The night we had 'the birthday dessert'?" She rested her head on Stacy's chest while her fingers traced and stroked an erect nipple through the damp brassiere.

"Dessert?" Stacy wanted to hear more. Electric pulses coursed through her body where the deft fingers toyed—there, and lower. Her touch mirrored Shelly's.

"Shelly, not now," Barbara warned.

Stacy heard the tone. The blonde breezed right past it.

"Well, the night we went out. You know, when Babs kissed you in the hallway?"

"Uh, huh," Stacy answered in her soft voice, the hint of a smile on her lips as she remembered the taste of Barb's mouth. The nipple play kept her mind and body craving more stimulation, but it clouded her judgment.

"Shelly—"

"Babs!"

Barbara sat up and looked at her lover. "Now's not a good time for this."

"Aw, c'mon. Let a l'il ole Southern girl in on the big ole secret." But the moment Stacy saw Barb's expression she wanted to stop, too. "Or . . . not . . .?"

"We just had smokin' hot cybersex with this suh-weet black chick, that's all!"

"Shit, Shell, I don't believe you said that. Stace—"

Stacy bolted upright, practically throwing Shelly off of her and onto the bed. She saw Barb react and pushed an angry palm towards her then reached for the sweatshirt.

"What? Stace, are you leaving?" Shelly's surprise was genuine.

"Yeah! Thanks fo' the evenin'." The words sounded more like a "fuck you," than a "thank you." She stood and looked around for her books.

"Stacy?" Barbara caressed the girl's arm but Stacy jerked herself from the contact.

"Stace, hey, I—"

She whipped around and demanded, "You what, Shelly?"

Shelly had never heard Stacy's voice hold such a hard edge. That and the girl's angry glare were intimidating. But Shelly's need to explain took over and she said, "Hey, look, I'm sorry. But when you and I, um . . . you know, well, you seemed to like the idea of a threesome."

"So, what? All y'all had yo'selves a little 'soul food,' and now you're, like, tryin' some 'Chinese takeout'?" Stacy turned her fury on the top as she tugged it over her head and shot her arms though the sleeves.

"Ahm jus' another menu item, huh? Jus' some fuck fetish? Fuh-kit—I'm outta heah!" 

Without bothering pull her hair out of the sweatshirt, she scooped up her books and turned for the door. She could not find her flip-flops, and her anger intensified.

"Stacy?"

Something in Barbara's voice made her pause. But she did not turn to face either of them.

"Please, Stacy, please stay and, well, let's just, like, talk. Please?"

They watched her back as Stacy took a deep breath. Barbara thought that maybe—

The girl shook her head, yanked the doorknob and disappeared barefoot down the hallway.

Shelly stared at the door as it swung shut. Then she looked at Barb.

"What the fuck?"

"What the fuck yourself, Shelly! That was fucking rude."

"But—"

"But, what? I can't believe you did that. Fuck!"

Another first for Shelly. She was usually the one to lose her temper. She had never seen Barbara so angry.

"Babs, I—"

"No, Shelly. I don't wanna hear it. Not now! Clean up. I'm going out."

"What?"

"I said, 'I'm going out'."

"Where—"

Barb interrupted, "I don't know where I'm going. And before you ask, I don't know when I'll be back. I just know I don't want to be around you right now." Barb grabbed her backpack.

For the second time in as many minutes Shelly watched, incredulous, as a woman stormed out of the room.

"Well-what-theee-fuck?

* * * * * * *

Stacy spent a good part of the next hour in tears. Her conflicted emotions swung back and forth until her mind became a maelstrom.

What the fuck was Shelly thinking? And why did I get so angry? Did I overreact? Is there something wrong with me? Am I mad because I wasn't their first threesome? Am I mad at Shelly for telling, or at Barb for . . . for "cheating" . . . on me? Does it just piss me off that I missed out on some "smokin' hot cybersex"? Hailey practically called me a "sex object" and I liked that—why not this? It was just gonna be sex, right, and probably great sex, too? What's wrong with me? Am I jealous of Shelly? Is it infatuation with Barb—or am I falling for her? Why don't I have someone? What-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-me?




Options Ch. 03



Used tissues filled the small rubbish can near her desk. Stacy's eyes were swollen and her nostrils pink around the edges. But her breathing had almost returned to normal by the time the knock came. Her voice even sounded controlled.

"Who is it?" Stacy called.

"Barb, it's me—Stacy!"

"Barb?"

"Yeah, Barb, it's me. Barb!" Goofy laughter rippled through the door. "Stacy—Staaa-cyyy, it's me, St— I mean, Barb."

Stacy got up, went to the door and put an eye to the peephole. Barb swayed outside, and mumbled, "Meee . . . Baaar—buh. Buh. Buh. Baaar-buh!"

Stacy opened the door and stared.

"Oh, hiii, Stacy," she gushed. Then she murmured in a low voice. "Staaa-cyyy I'm so, so, sooo sorry. For, like, earlier. So, um, yeah. So," Barb steadied herself but stood only slightly straighter, "Would you like to join me in a little drinky?"

"You'd better come in, Barb—"

"Baaar-buh!"

"Hush up, the RA—" Stacy grabbed the young woman's arm, dragged her into the room and shut the door.

"The RA?" Barb found her footing after a brief struggle and announced, "She can join us, too, 'kay?"

"No, Barb, we can get kicked outta school fo' that shit. Hush, now!"

Barb held a finger to her lips, shrugged and wrinkled her nose. She grinned then she belched.

"Oopsie." Her face flushed a bit more. "Excusez-moi, ma chérie." Her hand stroked Stacy's jawline. The Southerner locked onto Barbara's eyes and felt her heart skip. She flashed back to a trip to Canada when she spent an hour masturbating to the TV weathergirl's voice—and she understood nothing. But the cooing sounds of the French language melted her faster than crushed ice on a summer two-lane. Stacy squeezed her thighs together. The movement was so reflexive and so fleeting that Stacy might not have noticed, except for the soft jolt of warmth that radiated through her tummy.

Barbara set her backpack on the desk. "I have some Vodka," she declared, holding up a jug of red juice. "And cranberry," she said, lifting out a half-empty flask of clear liquid.

Barb blinked slowly, smiled again, and asked, "Glasses?"

"On the desk."

"Goodie." Barb turned and seemed to have trouble finding what she wanted. Then she doubled over. Stacy thought that Barb might throw up right there on the floor. But when she turned back around to face Stacy, Barb was lost in a serious bout of silent laughter.

"Not your reading glasses, baby." She held up the containers again. "Drink glasses."

"On, no, thanks."

"Oh, no, I insist."

"No—"

"No, no. Now, I won't take 'no' for an answer." Barbara blinked, and swayed a little. "I may give it as an answer. But I won't take it. No. Nooo!" She guffawed at her joke.

Stacy decided to go along, to stall for time. Maybe she'll fall asleep, she thought.

"Okay, I'll get 'em. Why donch y'all have a seat and get comfy." The girl went into the bathroom.

"Good idea." Barb set the bottles on the desk. In one fluid motion she slipped off her panties and gave them a kick. "Com-fy!" She retrieved the alcohol and mixer and sat on what she assumed was Stacy's bed. She tossed her head to flounce her hair, tilted her face down and practiced her sexiest, "Come hither" look.

As the girl returned with two plastic cups, Barb looked at her and whispered, "Come. Hither." She fluttered her lashes. Stacy was about to let herself fall for the act when Barb dissolved into peals of laughter.

"Sexy, huh?"

"Only jus' a li'l bit," Stacy lied as she tried to still the thudding in her chest. She wondered, What the fuck is it with this chick? Why does she get to me like that?

"What's 'hither' mean, anyway?"

"It means, 'here,' like in 'hither and yon'."

"'Yawn'?"

"Yon, you know. Like, 'yon-der'? 'Hither and yon,' means, 'here and there'."

"Oooh." Barb snickered. "I thought it was like a girl's name, like, 'Heather'. You know? 'Come, Heather'." Her voice grew naughty. "Or is that, 'Cum, Hither'." She laughed again. 

"Naw, pretty sure it means, 'here'."

"Oh, 'kay." 

"Here," Syact suggested, taking the bottles to her desk. She poured a little of each into both glasses, but left them behind. She sat in her desk chair facing her guest.

"So, um, is your roomie due back soon? Hither, I mean." Barbara giggled. Stacy smiled for an instant in spite of herself.

"Naw, she, um, well, see, she got, like, knocked up and left school. Went back t' her Momma. Ah swear Ah'll nevah let no ma-yan fuck me." Stacy shook her head. "Sorry. Um, yeah. So, Ah don' have a roommate for, like, the res' o' the semester."

"'Kay! Fun story," Barb giggled again.

Stacy watched Barb: she watched the pulse beat at the base of her throat; she watched the rise and fall of her seductive chest; she watched as Barb arched her back and her nipples hardened beneath her dress; she watched as reddish brown hair dangled behind her shoulders; she watched as the legs uncrossed; she watched the left hand traced up the shapely thigh; she watched, transfixed, as the hem rose to reveal more and more skin.

Barb bared her hip until it became plain that she wore nothing under her dress. Stacy felt droplets of dewy heat flow and her lips seared with desire. Her lust mixed with embarrassment, frustration and a hint of anger. It was a volatile combination.

Barbara hiked her dress up to her waist and spread her legs. Her fingertips caressed herself, opening her pussy and circling her glistening clit. "Stacy, will you lick me?"

"But, um, what about Shelly?

"She's not here," Barb whispered as she looked at her aroused sex. Her fingers continued their lewd dance as her eyes met Stacy's. "You can lick her later, though, 'kay?"

Barb lay back. One hand mauled her breast. Stacy could see the nipple, thick and prominent, pinched between Barbara's thumb and forefinger. She looked between pale, quaking thighs and noticed the spreading intimate sheen of arousal as Barb's musk spiced the air.

"Oooh," Barbara whimpered. "God, this feels sooo good. Oh, baby, come lick me. Please? Oooh . . . please!"

The next surreal moments would remain forever etched in Stacy's memory. She knelt between trembling legs and followed the shiny rivulet until it disappeared in the cleft of Barb's rounded ass. A heavenly scent seized Stacy's thoughts and made her feel drunk with need and power. She determined to spoil Barbara for anyone else.

Her hands rested on the inside of Barb's legs and pushed them farther apart.

"Please, oh please, baby, hurry!" Her body quivered in anticipation.

"Ah'm right heah, baby. An' Ah'm gonna make ya feel sooo good." Stacy claimed her territory. She leaned forward and slithered her tongue up and down her lover's luscious, steamy crease. The taste triggered a burst of lust endorphins in Stacy's mind and elevated her need. She pressed forward, dug her tongue into the yielding liquid depths and felt the clinging touch of feminine lips against her cheeks. She went deeper and coated her face in the headwaters of her woman's sexual essence. She smiled into Barb.

"Oh, fuck, that's it! Lick me, baby." Barb's eyes were closed. She pinched her nipple with one hand and stroked her flushed clit right under Stacy's nose with the other. "I love it when you lick me, Shelly. Oh, God, I love you, Shell!"

Stacy rocked back onto her heels as though she had been struck.

"What? What's happened, baby? Why'd you stop?" Barb sat up with a bleary-eyed look of unfulfilled lust and confusion. One hand played absently with her nipple while the other reached out for Stacy. For Shelly. "Please don't stop, baby. It felt sooo gooood. C'mere."

"Shelly," Stacy sobbed. "You, love, Shelly?"

"Stacy? Where's . . . . But, where is Shelly? Isn't she here with us?" Barb focused with an effort. "Oh, God, Shelly." Her face twisted. "We . . . we had a fight, after you left. I walked out. And I left her there. Oh, God, what'd I just do!" Barb rolled onto her side. Her legs closed, she curled into a fetal position and began to cry into the pillow.

Stacy mind tumbled. She thought Barb and Shelly were just sleeping together, just having a little "sports sex." But love? And wasn't Shelly a bit of a player, not someone who'd commit?

Her first emotion was self-pity, to lament that she wasn't in the loving relationship she desired so badly for so long. She thought she was the one to make Barbara happy, that they could have something special together. But now?

Now, she realized, Barb had already chosen.

Stacy knew love was fickle. It was certainly nothing to trivialize. On top of that, she had a selfish superstition. She believed that if she "stole" love, she would forever be denied love herself. Her thoughts spun and percolated, competed with one another and, finally, sorted themselves. She wiped her eyes and steeled her nerves.

She knew what she had to do next.

* * * * * * *

The shock had subsided, replaced by a melancholy loneliness. Shelly had been looking forward to immersing herself in seriously amazing sex with two suh-weet chicks. The fact the she found one smokin' hot, and loved the other, made her hornier than she could remember. It was all she could think about for days. 

Yet somehow the night deteriorated into her sitting alone, frustrated, and confused. Then she grew pissed off big time!

She toyed with the nachos, took a bite but had trouble swallowing it. She lost any appetite for food and just pushed the ingredients around into odd shapes and alien color combinations as she debated what to do next.

Her cell phone sang Stacy's ringtone. As she picked up Shelly wondered if this was an apology or another rant, and how she'd handle either option. She wondered if she should answer at all. Then it was too late. The ringing stopped.

Shelly thought she should get rid of the cool ringtone she gave Stacy when it rang again. "Fuck," she muttered. She answered, "Hello."

"Shelly?"

"Yeah, Stace." Shelly's voice remained flat and noncommittal.

"Yeah, hey. Um, you better, like, get over heah. Barb's heah, and she's, um, she's like a li'l bit snockered."

Shelly flushed. "So? Take care of it. You two think just alike, so I'm sure you'll—"

"Nah, Shelly, y'all wait a minute." Stacy paused. "Please?"

Shelly closed her mouth, took a deep breath and let it out, releasing some of her anger with the exhalation.

"Shelly, Barb loves you."

"Yuh huh, and she just, what . . . told you that, I s'pose?"

"Well, ye-ah."

Shelly's eyes stung. She had wanted Barb to say those words for weeks, but neither one had ever mentioned it. Shelly was beginning to think it was one-sided, that she was getting ahead of herself. Maybe Babs was just "experimenting." She worried that if she pushed, if she confessed her feelings to Barbara that she might lose her instead. But now?

"She hasn't said shit to me, Stacy. Why the fuck would she tell you?"

"Ah said, 'she's snockered'. Look, she had some t' drink, came by and . . . Jus' c'mover and Ah'll explain it all to ya, 'kay? Please?" 

Well, maybe not all, Stacy thought, but almost all.

"Okay! I'll be right there."

Shelly strode down the hallway and got ready to rap on Stacy's door, but the girl pulled it open as though she had been watching through the peephole. Shelly almost knocked on Stacy's face then immediately regretted that she stopped herself.

"Hey. Y'all c'min."

Shelly surveyed the room as she entered. Barb lay on the bed and appeared to be asleep. Then she mumbled and her body moved in a restless shifting. Her hem rode up and it looked as though—

"Ah'm sorry. 'Bout earlier," the girl spoke to Shelly's back. "I don' know what's wrong with me. But I think I overdid it. Too emotional, an' all y'all were so sweet to me, too. Sorry. Ah'm really, really sorry."

Shelly saw the backpack on the desk, along with two plastic tumblers, and what looked like vodka and cranberry. On the bed across from Barb lay a pair of panties that looked very familiar. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. She turned to Stacy, who misread Shelly's expression. The girl softened and knew everything was going to work out after all.

"Barb came ovah and had been drinkin'. She said some stuff she might not o' said normally, and that's when she said she loves you. Kinda like blurted it out, actually."

Shelly drew closer. She saw that Stacy had been crying, but could muster no sympathy for her.

"I jus' thought you should know," Stacy told her in a gentle Southern drawl.

Shelly's brown eyes flashed.

"Stacy, why the fuck do you smell like Barb's pussy?"



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Options IV: Refracted Options



This chapter is a bit of a bridge and has very little sexuality in it. But I felt it was needed to help the tale unfold properly. I hope you, dear reader, will enjoy it for what it is. Thanks. PC



Shelly's lips tightened and her eyes blazed. "You fucking bitch!"

"Shelly," Stacy began, "take it easy. I don't want anybody to get hurt—"

Her fury at finding Barb passed out in Stacy's room, at knowing Barb lay there without her panties, at smelling Barb's musk on Stacy's face, burned so hot that Shelly's reason failed her. She ignored Stacy's warning and grabbed for her throat. Then Shelly's wrist went numb and she lost control of her arm. She yelped in pain.

Stacy studied her blonde adversary with an unnerving calm. Her steel-hard fingers dug into a spot in Shelly's forearm and she sank toward the floor with her arm twisted back toward her shoulder. Confusion and agony colored her eyes. Shelly's rising panic made her desperate. She swung her free hand at Stacy's head, but the girl blocked the blow with a strong forearm that numbed Shelly from elbow to fingertips. She could not even kick because her bent legs spoiled her balance.

The brunette spoke in a slow, deliberate cadence and enunciated every word. "Shelly, Ah want y'all to listen to me very carefully, 'kay?"

"Okay," she gasped.

"Ah'm gonna release the pressure, and then we're gonna talk. No more o' this 'cat fight' shit, 'kay?"

Shelly nodded. Stacy let go and Shelly cradled her arm. Her anger remained, but she controlled it with an effort spurred by the phantom thought of self-preservation.

"What the fuck, Stacy? Babs gets pissed off and, like, walks out on me, and now she's here and you guys had sex?"

"Shelly, Barb said she loves you. When Ah called y'all to tell ya Ah was serious as a heart attack. As soon as she said that, we stopped."

"But why'd you . . . guys—" Shelly began to cry. "I love her, Stace, and you two went behind my back." Her voice hardened and she growled, "I'm so fucking angry!"

"Ah know."

"I've been waiting, for . . . wee-eeks," her voiced cracked, "for her to say she, loves, me, and . . . and, this—"

"And this wasn't the way y'all wanted to hear, huh?"

Shelly shook her head.

"Shelly, Ah'm sooo sorry."

"Yeah," Shelly sniffed. "Why the fuck should I believe you?"

"Listen, Ah thought you guys were just messin' 'round. Ah didn't think you and Barb were in love."

"Then you're fucking blind!"

"Ah . . . when she kissed me, well, Ah couldn't stop thinking about her. Ah thought that maybe Ah could . . . oh, shit, Ah was so stupid, Shelly, Ah'm sorry." Stacy looked at the floor and her voice grew quite. "Ah actually thought Ah might have a chance with her." Stacy sniffed and a fat tear slid from her right eye. "Ah can't stop thinking about her. Ah think Ah'm in love with her. But when she . . . said—" Stacy shook as her emotions overwhelmed her poise.

Shelly's expression softened only a little. As angry as she was, she felt an odd connection with the girl at that moment. After all, they were in love with the same woman, though Shelly had prevailed. Hadn't she?

Shaking with effort, Stacy steadied her voice and went on, "Shelly, Ah thought you were kinda a player, and didn't . . . think you wanted . . . anythin' serious . . . with anybody." She sniffed. "Ah had no idea."

"We decided to be exclusive, like, a coupla weeks ago."

Stacy raised her eyebrows. "Sorry, Shelly. Ah didn't know."

"You're telling me that if you knew that it would've made a difference? Really?"

The girl nodded. "But Ah thought since all y'all wanted a threesome, you guys were, like, open, y'know?"

"Only if we were both in on it. To-ge-ther."

"Oh."

"And then this shit? Muh-ther-fucker!"

"Shelly, remember Barb had some to drink. Ah don't think she woulda done anything without you if she was sober. Prob'ly never will again. If y'all want her back. You do, doncha . . .?"

The blonde's angry stared bore into Stacy's eyes.

"Yeah, Ah would, too." She sighed. "Barb even seemed scared when she, like, found out you weren't here," Stacy offered as a slightly sanitized history.

"What? What the fuck did you do?"

Stacy held her hands toward Shelly to slow her racing mind. "'Kay, lemme start ovah." Stacy sighed. "'Kay, so Barb shows up and wanted to drink with me. Ah said 'no'. Then she insisted. So Ah stalled and got some glasses from the bathroom. Figured she might fall asleep. But when Ah came back she lifted her skirt and wanted me to . . . well, y'know." She took another deep breath.

"Shelly, Ah'm sorry." Stacy saw an iota of tension leave the Shelly's eyes, but her jaw remained clenched. "So Ah was . . . well, she called out your name and said, 'Ah love you, Shelly'. So Ah stopped. Like right then! And then she looked for you 'cause she thought I was you, and when she figured out you weren't here she kinda freaked out, rolled over and started crying, said, 'What have Ah done?' and then she passed out."

As hurt and mad as Shelly felt, her heart leapt knowing Babs called out her name in a fit of passion. For the first time since Stacy stormed out of their dorm room earlier that night Shelly allowed herself a tiny smile.

"Shelly, Barbara loves you. It breaks my heart . . . fo' me. But, but Ah guess Ah'm happy for all y'all." The brunette sniffed and dabbed at her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. "Ah'm really, really sorry," she whispered one more time.

"Stacy, what the fuck did you do to my arm?"

"Oh, sorry. Keep rubbin' like that and it'll feel better."

"No, seriously, what'd you do?"

"Um, a little pressure point thing."

"How'd you—"

"Well, uh, my mom was worried 'bout me. She wanted me to be able to fight off the hormonal 'bubbas' who might get a li'l bit liquored up, ya know? So my dad and two uncles taught me some kung fu and a coupla diff'rent Chinese martial arts styles. Some tai chi. Sorry."

Despite the lingering desire to hurt Stacy, Shelly could not help but be impressed. Then she analyzed her own intense emotional trauma when she thought of Babs and Stacy together. She remembered that Barb had rejected Stacy. If Stacy really was falling for Babs, a broken heart would hurt a lot worse than anything Shelly could do—especially if Stacy really decided to defend herself. Fuck, Shelly realized, I could totally get my fucking ass kicked!

"Kung fu—Jee-sus Christ!"

"Sorry."

"Shell? Shelly?" Barbara sounded bleary and confused.

"Yeah, Babs, I'm here." Shelly sat on the bed. Her good hand stroked Barb's shoulders, down the length of her spine, tugged her dress down, and travelled up again. "I'm here, babe," she repeated.

"Gawd, Shell, I had the weir-desht fuh-keeng dream . . ." Barb slurred.

"Shush, Babs. I'm here, babe. Just relax and rest, 'kay?"

Barbara snuggled her round bottom against Shelly's hip and sighed. "'Kay, Shell. I feel kinda dizzy anyhoo."

"Shelly, you guys wanna stay heah?" the girl whispered.

"No, Stacy, I'm going to take her to our room. Just give us a fucking minute, okay?"

"Nah, Shelly, Ah mean, really, you guys can totally stay. The sheets are clean," she offered by way of enticement. "Ah can go some other place."

"Shit, Stace!" The angry woman's hand stopped. She took a long breath deep into her lungs and let it out in a slow exhalation. Her voice lost its edge in the process. "No, thanks, Stacy. I'd feel better if we were home, you know? But thanks anyway."

"'Kay, all y'all . . . need . . . any, thing?" Her throat tightened.

"No, just give us a minute, okay, Stace?" Shelly resumed the caresses.

"Okay. Ah'll be in the bathroom." Stacy moved in silent grace and the door latched with a muffled click. If the room had not been so quiet, Shelly would have missed Stacy's muted sobs.

"Babs?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Time to go back to our room, Babs. You ready?"

"Oh-kaaay." 

"Okay, lemme get some stuff together."

"Oh-kaaay."

Shelly grabbed the panties from the desk and stuffed them into the satchel. She decided to skip the liquor and juice, and recognized nothing else. She shouldered the pack and moved to her lover's side.

"Okay, Babs, here we go." She lifted, turned and guided Barbara into a sitting position then helped her to stand. The redhead swayed a little, but was able to balance.

"That's my girl, you're doing good."

"I'm your girl?"

"'Course, Babs." Shelly sublimated her anger for later.

"Oh, goody. I wanna be your girl."

"And I wanna be yours," Shelly answered. "Now let me open the door and we'll go home, 'kay?"

"'Kay. Do we need to tell Steph, 'bye'?"

"Who's Steph?" They navigated the doorway and began the short journey down the hall.

"Steph? Who's Steph?" Barb sounded confused. "I said, 'Stace'. Do we need to say 'bye' to Stace?"

"No, it's okay—"

"I love Stacy."

Shelly tensed. She felt herself ready to explode like a nuclear pressure cooker.

"And you, Shelly. I really, really love you Shelly. You're my girl and I don' want anyone elshe."

The young woman began to soften again as her blood cooled. "That's good, Babs. I want you all to myself, too."

"You mean, like, exclusive?"

"Maybe. Would you like that?" Shelly asked as she fumbled for her keys while supporting Barbara.

"Yeah, I'd like that," Barb admitted in a thick voice. "So, no threesome with Stacy?"

"No, Babs, no threesome with Stacy." The lock turned and the door swung open.

"Okie-dokie. And Shelly?"

"Yeah, babe?'

"Would you kiss me?"

"Sure."

"Goody!" Barbara looked at Shelly with fogged eyes, blinked them closed and leaned toward her lover's face. Shelly thought that in her emotional state she could manage a small peck, but Barb preempted any show of affection with a belch.

"Oh, shi—" Barbara turned and weaved for the bathroom. Shelly heard the toilet seat clack followed by the sound of vomiting.

She closed the room door, dropped the backpack on her bed and sighed. Then Shelly went to the bathroom to hold Barbara's hair back.





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God, Shelly, I miss you so much, she thought. She shuddered and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. As she surrendered to sleep her final thought was how well Shelly completed her.





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"Hailey?" she whispered.

Hailey sat up, startled.

"Stacy?" she asked in a groggy voice. "You okay?"

"No, Ah mean, yeah, but . . . Ah, Ah can't sleep."

She heard Hailey's smile in the darkness. "You want a glass of water? Maybe some warm milk?"

"Nah," she chuckled. "Can Ah, uh, sleep with you?"

"Stacy, we agreed that we wouldn't—"

"Nah, Hailey. I mean, well, would you just . . . hold me?"

Hailey thought for a second then pulled the sheet back. "C'mere, baby."

Stacy crawled into bed, stole one of Hailey's pillows for her head and stuffed the one she brought between her knees. She snuggled her tight, smooth bottom into Hailey's lap.

Hailey straightened the thick braid between them and asked, "Comfy?"

"Mm, hmm!"

Stacy felt an arm around her waist and toned legs pressed against the length of hers. Hailey's tummy and chest warmed Stacy's back. Hailey slipped one arm under the pillow and the girl's head and with a couple of shifts she found a comfortable position spooning with her new friend.

Hailey sighed as she inhaled the aroma of Stacy's hair. It tickled her cheek and surrounded her with a clean vanilla scent. "G'night, Stacy."

But Stacy did not hear. She was already asleep, a contented smile on her relaxed face.