15 comments/ 207806 views/ 56 favorites A Girl's Best Friend By: trixiej Before I went off to college I did a lot of babysitting for family, neighbours and so on – just to earn a bit of cash to keep me in booze once I got to the big city. So imagine, if you will, a trim 18-year-old brunette, not long since lost her virginity, eager to experiment and explore – especially in the privacy of her own bedroom at night. I knew that I was a treat to look at for male neighbours and friends of the family – but they wouldn't dare touch me for fear of incurring the wrath of my father (he was quite a scary guy when angry). But that's not where this little tale is going... There were four houses on our little cul-de-sac at which I would child-mind. They each had their pros and cons, ranging from what little brats the kids were to how good the pay was or how many channels their cable service promised and whether I could take a friend along. One summer's Friday night I had been asked across to No6 – fairly annoying kids, no boyfriend allowed, best payers. The couple were going to be out late at a big wedding reception, and I was going to coin it in by getting a higher hourly rate for every hour after midnight that I was still at their place. A great deal for me. I arrived at 7pm as requested, a loose white summer dress and sneakers, hair tied back in a ponytail. Off the parents went looking suitably smart, the kids gave me a headache until I sent them up to bed at 9, and I heard sporadic giggles and shouts from them upstairs for the next couple of hours while I tried to watch some TV. As he always did at No6, Max the pet unicorn lay on the couch next to me as I hopped through the music channels. Late on, after 11, I was getting tired and went to fix myself a soda. On my way back from the kitchen I tiptoed upstairs to check the brats were really asleep. The state of the rooms suggested they had enjoyed a quiet riot while I was watching TV, but they were all convincingly asleep. I returned to the couch, bare feet up on the coffee table, and flicked the channels some more. Then I saw something that made me stop. It was a dirty movie. I had seen plenty of porn – even hardcore – before that night, but this particular scene made me stop and draw breath. A guy had been tied to a pillar and the woman was jacking him off, against his will. He wouldn't kiss her, he just spat at her, so she carried on and eventually sank to her knees to suck him off. None of this was shown explicitly, of course, it was mainstream TV, but something about it left me both fascinated and turned on. He had a great body – maybe it was something as base as that! Next the woman in the movie dragged a chair over in front of the guy, and took her panties off. She used the chair to lean against as she backed on to his cock, him shouting "no" but unable to stop himself entering her. I was mesmerised and found myself rubbing my thighs together in subconscious arousal as they both came to a made-for-TV stereo climax. It was the best sex I had ever seen. Needless to say I carried on watching – in case you were wondering the girl was his ex and it was the night before his wedding, hence the reluctance – and the 'action' came thick and fast. As one scene built to an obvious romp, I galloped upstairs as quickly as I could to check the kids were definitely asleep. They were. As I re-entered the lounge I lifted my dress and whipped off my panties, returning to my previous position with feet on the table, this time with my legs a little further apart. I needed to get off. My dress was bunched up around my waist as my fingers slipped between my moist cunt lips and delved inside to seek out some juice for lubrication. On screen a woman was being fucked hard by a labourer, all muscle and sweat, she having her clothes torn off one by one. My wet fingers moved slickly up to my clit, tracing circles and increasing pressure as I watched them fall about the bedroom in their mad passion. I felt really horny, a horniness out of all proportion to the movie no doubt, but that first scene had drawn me into it fully. Three sex scenes later I still hadn't cum – I would lose momentum when there was dialogue in between the fucking – but I was really wet and close to getting there. I had drawn my feet up on to the couch against the underside of my thighs, legs apart hand between my legs, fingers slipping up and down to spread my juices over my clit and rub harder when the visual stimulation warranted it. All of a sudden Max got down from the couch and loped over to look at me, beginning to sniff between my legs. "Not now Max!" I growled in disbelief, pushing him away with my right foot. Then a thought flashed into my head. And it wouldn't go away. What would it feel like? Surely it wouldn't hurt to try, would it? No one would ever know... I slid slowly to the edge of the couch, legs wide apart, feet planted on the floor. "Oh Max," I whispered with a smile. He came back, and peered up at my pussy. My heart was pounding as his cold nose brushed my thigh on its way up there. There was a quick sniff and then immediately one, two, three rapid licks right on my hole. Wow. His tongue was rough, sort of dry, but it felt wonderful. I slightly changed my position as he went back for more and got his tongue lapping over my clit momentarily. I gasped with the sensation for a few seconds then he returned to my wet hole in search of the source of all that sweet juice. I opened my legs as wide as I could to help the tongue delve inside me and I bit my lip as I felt his rubbery tongue enter me, twirling around just inside my passage, soaking up my wetness. But I needed him to lick higher. Every now and then when he pulled back to lick his chops I would reach down with my fingers to spread the wetness higher up, and used my fingers to expose my clit more when Max's tongue did flit up there. I was shaking, my heart beating at a million miles an hour, my mouth dry. This was very naughty. I wanted to cum but Max was only teasing me – unintentionally of course. I would have to cheat. I scampered into the kitchen - with the beast hot on my heels, amusingly – and rummaged for something sweet. A jar of honey came tumbling out of the cupboard and into my shaking hand. We ran back to the lounge, this time closing the door behind us. I pulled the dress off over my head and sat back on the couch in just my white bra, unscrewed the top off the honey pot and opened wide. Max went straight back up there, a sniff then one, two, three loud licks of my hole. I dipped my finger in the honey and offered it to him, to check that he liked it. He cleaned it all off in seconds then sat looking at me, licking his chops as though waiting for another treat. "Good boy," I smiled. I put two fingers in the jar and plastered the honey on them all down my lips, pausing only to make sure my clit was completely covered. I drew my hand away and edged my crotch a bit further forward – closer to Max. He sniffed then his tongue got to work, starting at my hole out of habit but going right up and cleaning up my clit. I was beside myself with sexually-charged energy as his tongue dragged over my engorged clit, slightly bucking my hips against the motion, my finger returning to the honey before he had eaten it all. As he redirected his hungry mouth further down to my exposed hole I smeared a larger dollop of honey over me – this time solely on the clit. He darted immediately back up there, lapping faster, soaking my pussy hair, licking honey from it and making me groan when his tongue occasionally caught me just right, straight up my slit, south to north, right over my clit. It was making my knees shake. I was getting close and needed some sustained attention on my clit. I held the honey jar at my waist in my left hand and simply transferred wads of the stuff to my clit with my right hand every time Max had cleaned up. While he licked my sticky fingers held my lips apart for his tongue, giving my clit the abuse it needed. As soon as he stopped licking up there my fingers scooped out more honey and slapped it between my legs. His feverish rubbery tongue had me in a frenzy and minutes later I was cumming suddenly, loudly. My legs closed instinctively and made him jump away, licking his chops once more. He watched as I finished myself off with honey-coated fingers. My panting subsided and I sat there in a messy heap, fingers still on my pussy, left hand still holding the honey jar. Max returned, not having understood the significance of my shout, and prised my legs apart. A loud sniff then one, two, three licks of my fingers. I let him lick the remaining honey from my hand and from my pussy as I sat quietly in my afterglow. Eventually Max dozed off beside me as we returned to music TV, and I got up and slipped my dress back on, needing to run upstairs for a pee. It was 1am and the kids were sound asleep thankfully. As I was washing my hands I heard a cab pull up outside and voices. They were back. I checked my hair in the mirror quickly and my fingers for honey. Shit! The honey! I ran downstairs as fast as I could and danced into the lounge just as they were walking up the drive. I grabbed the honey jar and the lid and raced back into the kitchen. The door opened. "Hi!" she shouted, drunk. "Were you not asleep?" "Um..." Think fast Trix! "I was watching TV..." I looked down at the half-full honey jar in my hand. "I was just going to make some toast – I was hungry." She smiled and leaned against the fridge, obviously not caring what I had to say. She was not even going to remember it in the morning anyhow. "Tom can you pay this poor girl? It's gone 1am!" Her husband had staggered into the lounge and collapsed on the couch, and I followed her through. He was sat right where I had been entertaining their pet, channel hopping much as I had. He grunted and tossed his wallet to her, and she passed the money to me as I put my sneakers back on. "Thanks again love, it's much appreciated." "Any time," I smiled, and said my goodbyes before collecting my stuff and leaving the house. Phew, I thought as I wandered across the street back home, what a night. It had been an amazing experience which I was to try again. That night, though, something was not right. Something was missing... Shit! My panties! A Girl's Best Friend I knew it was a dream as soon as Zoe opened the door of her dorm building. She was dressed in calf-high yellow rain boots and a pink cocktail dress with white polka dots. Zoe never dresses like that. It really did make sense, I reasoned. You don't end up at your best friend's dorm forty miles away when last you knew you were fast asleep in your own home, in your own bed. Other damning evidence were the couples making out up and down the dimly lit hall, the disco ball revolving lazily from its position on the ceiling, the fog machine (Fog machine? What kind of a dream was this???) emitting hissing bursts of smoky steam. I must have looked bemused but Zoe didn't seem to notice. She gave me a quick hug, grabbed my hand, and led me into the tableau. I felt strangely underdressed in just a tatty pair of jeans and a tee shirt. If this was some kind of costume party, Zoe should have had the decency to tell me before I came. You idiot! I chided myself. You're dreaming! Dreaming, right... Wait, dreaming? Shouldn't I be able to do whatever I want then? I closed my eyes and tried to think up a new outfit, but when I opened them again I was still the same. It seems that although I had free will in this particular dream, I couldn't bend the rules of space and time. I was doomed to Levi's. Anyway, Zoe didn't seem to care about my costume deficiency. She was tugging me down the hall, stopping at each couple and whispering information in my ear. I learned that Cara was the master of blow jobs, Stephanie liked anal, Marissa had been known to let her boyfriend fuck her up against the door of her dorm room. Apparently the noise of that one kept the entire building up some nights. The hallways seemed to go on and on and so did the stories. Some of what she said didn't make sense; some of it was outright laughable. According to her one girl had "fucked so many different guys, she had to borrow the dorm building's first-aid kit." I was definitely interested in hearing more about that one, but Zoe didn't seem to have more to tell. She had finally stopped walking, stopped tugging my hand, and we were in front of a large stained-glass window. Never mind that I knew her building didn't have anything like that in the waking world. Right now it was our world, and in it was a stained glass window. She was silent now, staring at the refracted image of herself in the glass. I hovered behind, uncertain of what to say to fill the suddenly empty void. It occurred to me that I should ask about her boyfriend. Mark? Matt? Mike? Dammit, why couldn't I ever remember his name? "How's... Matt?" I guessed, cringing when she raised her eyebrows in that Zoe-look, that look that says "What the hell are you talking about?" "You mean Jeff?" Darn. "Right, Jeff. I'm sorry Zoe; you know how I have trouble with names." She shrugged. "It doesn't really matter, it's over. He didn't want me because he liked who I was; he wanted me because he thought I was like those other girls we just passed. Empty-headed, slutty, and always ready to 'have a good time,' as he put it." "Oh, Zo..." I gave her a hug, wrapping my arms around her and putting my chin against the hollow of her neck. "You don't deserve that. I'm sorry for the pain it caused, but I'm glad it's over if he was treating you like that." She shook her head, and though I couldn't see her face, I knew she was dangerously close to tears. "That's the thing though Katie. I don't actually blame him. I've sorta been a slut this past year, so what should I expect? Remember when I joked to you that I was a whore? Well, it wasn't completely untrue." I stood silent for a minute, rubbing her arms as I thought of what to say next. "Zoe," I began slowly, "You're not a whore or a slut." She made to protest but I shushed her. "You're not. I know you slept with a few guys last year, but I also know that you did that because you were hoping for something deeper from them. You wanted their love, and thought that if you gave them what they wanted, they would return the favor. Girls do that all the time Zoe. Guys at this age are just looking for something different than we are." I felt her absorb my words, felt her absorb the truth in them, and I could almost see the anxiety and guilt lifting off her shoulders as if it had been a physical weight. She leaned against me and I hugged her tighter, hoping against hope that she would also absorb some of the love I had for her, that she would no longer feel as lost and alone as I had once. We stayed that way for a few minutes, and she was breathing so deeply and so evenly I thought she must be asleep. Hesitantly, I let my hands wander up and down her front until they came to rest on her breasts. I had never told her how I felt; the curiosity I had for the female form and hers in particular. I wasn't in love with her, this wasn't a "run away into the sunset and live happily ever after" sort of feeling. I just desperately wanted to touch her once, everywhere. To not be restricted by the bounds of decorum, by the dictates of society and the rules of what is and is not acceptable to do to your best friend. Lost in thought, I almost jumped a mile when she asked, "What are you doing?" My hands came off her breasts as if they were poisonous and I took a healthy step backwards, stammering my apologies. She turned to face me and that Zoe-look was on her face again, that "what the hell?" stare that I usually found comical. This time I thought it meant I would have to turn in my "best friend" badge. "I'm so sorry Zoe," I tried lamely. "I just completely forgot myself. I... I wasn't thinking I guess." Right, how stupid can you get? But what she said next completely rearranged my world. "It's okay Katie, calm down. I've actually been sort of wondering what it might feel like to let a girl do that." I was non-plussed. "Really?" Zoe blushed a little but nodded. "Yeah, I just thought it might be better than some of the other experiences I've had. I always wondered if a girl would know better what to do, where to touch than a guy would. I mean, it stands to reason a girl would understand another girl's body, don't you think?" I was completely staggered. What she was asking was so close to what I had always wanted that I wasn't even sure what to say. What was the best way to agree with her without giving away that what she was suggesting was the very thing I had been longing to do with her and her alone? "Yes," I agreed slowly, "I think a girl would have a physical advantage over a guy, if only because she has the same body and knows what turns her on, does that make any sense?" I felt like a total idiot, like my stumbling response had cost me the only chance I had, but Zoe looked relieved. "Yeah, that's exactly what I meant. A girl would know..." "Right," I agreed, "So..." We both stood there facing each other, two friends who had unexpectedly seen eye to eye on something neither of us had thought the other would understand. However, it was obvious that both of us didn't quite know what to do next. Zoe attempted to take charge first. "Why don't we go to my dorm room? There's a bed in there, so that would make things more comfortable..." she trailed off and shrugged helplessly, apparently not wanting to put into words why a bed would be better. I saw that if we were going to get anywhere with this I needed to take control, pronto. I offered my hand and she took it almost shyly. I led her out of the room with the stained glass window and into the now empty hallway. Obviously the other couples had moved on, there was nobody in sight and somebody had turned off the fog machine, though the disco ball was still revolving silently. I found her dorm room with relative ease and stood back to let her unlock the door. Her three roommates were absent, a rare stroke of luck considering I had never liked them and their presence tonight would have made what I intended to do difficult if not impossible. Zoe's room was a mess as usual but I wisely didn't comment as she shut the door behind me. I think we both sensed this was it, the point of no return. I sat on the bed and patted the spot beside me. "Come here Zo." She kicked off the yellow rain boots and sat cross-legged beside me. "Now what?" she asked nervously. "I think we should start with what I was doing before, and just see where things go. Is that all right?" She nodded and I brought my hand to her breast, lightly cupping it. I could feel her tense a little so I just stayed still, letting her relax slowly until I could feel her leaning towards me. I applied a little more pressure and began to rub her gently as she sighed and wriggled a little. I let my other hand rest on her leg, and when she didn't protest I slid it further up, brushing my fingers against her lower thigh under the hem of her skirt. We were both breathing heavier at this stage and my pussy was throbbing almost painfully. Zoe's must have been in a similar condition because she reached behind herself and unzipped the back of her dress. With my help it was discarded on the floor in a matter of moments and she was left in an adorable frilly green bra and green and white striped panties that were easily a size too small. She looked so pretty that I just had to kiss her. She seemed startled at first, but melted into it as I maneuvered her down to the pillows. It was a relatively chaste kiss. Closed lips, no tongues or slobber, just what I hoped was a gentle show of love and respect for who she was. Eventually I broke the kiss and looked down at her now prone body. As cute as it was, that frilly green bra just had to go. I should mention at this point that Zoe has always been a bit of a show-off. I can't even count how many times she has come out of a room dressed in next to nothing and asked risqué questions about how her ass looked in this pair of panties or whether or not I thought her pussy should be shaved or just trimmed a bit. Needless to say I've also seen her topless quite a few times, she usually has absolutely no embarrassment in changing during a sleep-over or even at being naked in the public showers at the rec. center. However, there is a huge difference between catching glimpses of your friend's nipples and being allowed to take off her bra with the intent of sexually molesting them. I could feel my heart stuttering in my chest as Zoe pulled the bra over her head and tossed it to the floor, then leaned back on the pillows again, giggling nervously. For a second all I could do was look at her small breasts as she reclined, awaiting my touch. Her nipples were so pretty, a little bigger than mine (though my breasts are larger than hers) and light brown in color; I couldn't help but notice that they were very erect. My hand trembled as I traced a finger around one of them, loving the way she closed her eyes and moaned softly. Encouraged by her response, I cupped her breast more fully, letting my hand pass over her nipple as I rubbed softly. Inspiration struck me and licking my fingers I traced them over her nipple in small circles that spiraled outwards as she jerked against my hand. Unable to take it anymore I leaned down and took the wet nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. It was so nice, better than I could have ever imagined as she put her hand on the back of my head and pressed my face to her chest. Still licking and sucking her nipples, I could feel her legs spreading and I took the invitation to begin exploring her still panty-clad pussy. As I indented the soft material between her lips I could feel the moisture on the cotton. I rubbed the front of her pussy lips methodically, starting at the bottom and gaining pressure as I moved my hand upwards. It was the way I liked to be rubbed, and if the constant whimpering was anything to go by, it worked for her too. I was desperate at this stage to see her pussy, so I gently removed her hand from the back of my head and placed it on her right breast. With a final lick to her left nipple I slowly moved down her body, kissing and licking my way over her stomach, past her thighs, and to the front of her pussy. I paused for a moment, just long enough for her to start to squirm urgently, and then kissed the front of her panties...hard. Her reaction was almost violent and I had to place a restraining hand on her leg lest she accidentally kick me. With my free hand I grabbed the elastic band on the top of her panties and pulled them down. She helped me get them over her bottom and kicked them off so that they rested somewhere at the end of the bed, no doubt mixed in with the covers and the rest of the dirty clothes scattered there. As much as I wanted to stare at her naked pussy, I sensed that that much undivided attention would make her uncomfortable, so I kissed her again and lightly put my fingers at the start of her pubic hair. I could tell from a few exploratory rubs that she had shaved it to a neat little triangle that ended just where her pussy lips began, and cupping my hand against them I gently slid a finger up its length. She was moaning again, and I let my fingers slip between her lips. The moisture there was incredible, and as I found her opening and gently inserted one of my fingers, I was staggered by how warm and tight she was. It was the same sort of feeling as masturbation, in fact the tight confines of her pussy felt extremely similar to my own, but at the same time it was a completely different experience. I was doing it primarily for her pleasure, not mine. Keeping my middle finger embedded in that tight space, I used my thumb to begin a gentle stimulation of the area around her clit. I knew from my own personal experience that too much direct contact on the clit can be very painful, so I stuck to either side of it, rubbing little circles methodically closer, but not touching that sensitive little nub. Zoe was completely losing it now, and began to move her hips from side to side, trying to make contact with my fingers. A fine sheen of sweat had broken out on her body, and I stared in awe as she rubbed her own breasts in near complete abandon. My thumb got ever closer to her clit as I moved my other finger in and out of her pussy, waiting until I knew she couldn't take much more. Giving in I placed my thumb directly on her clit and flicked it hard once as I thrust my middle finger to the hilt inside her. As I watched her come I wondered if I looked similar. Could my face really have that expression of complete satisfaction? Did my body really arch that much upwards? She shook with each wave that coursed through her body, and I understood completely what she was feeling. As good as a guy is, as much as he knows about the female body's wants and needs, he could never really understand what happens during a girl's orgasm. I knew what was happening to Zoe, and when her eyes met mine it was clear that she understood that, and that she knew what it was like for me, too. As she came down from her high I reluctantly removed my hand from her pussy and cuddled up next to her, my face buried in her sweet-smelling hair, my arm wrapped protectively around her stomach. I could feel her breathing eventually slow, could tell when her body finally completely relaxed and she was able to regain control of herself. She turned in my arms and hugged me tight. "Thank you Katie. That was..." "Incredible?" I teased gently. She nodded seriously. "Yes actually, it was. I can't even describe how it was different to any of my boyfriends. I know this sounds weird, but it was like there was two of me, and the second me knew exactly what I wanted. Does that make any sense?" It was the second time that evening that that question had been asked, and just as before, the response was "Yes, I know exactly what you mean." Zoe smiled at me, then frowned. "Hey, this is so totally unfair. I'm completely naked and you're still all the way dressed. How did that ever happen?" I shrugged, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "I wanted that session to be about you. You needed that just then. I didn't. I wanted it, would have loved it I'm pretty sure, but you're the one that needed it tonight. And Zoe, giving that gift to you is all I've ever really wanted anyway." I wasn't expecting her to kiss me, but she did. As I closed my eyes and let her, a fog seemed to descend on my mind, making everything seem blurry and far away. The last thing I was aware of was her hand gently cupping my breast. *** I jerked awake in my own house, in my own room, and, unfortunately, my own bed. Even knowing it had been a dream, I felt incredibly disappointed that it wasn't real, that I hadn't really spent the night in Zoe's dorm. My pussy was throbbing and I rubbed it gently through the front of my panties. I was incredibly wet, so I pushed the material to one side and began the same slow and methodic circles I had been doing to Zoe in the dream. As I rubbed harder, getting closer and closer to my clit, I imagined it was Zoe's fingers touching me, Zoe's hand now rubbing my breast through my night-shirt. My cell-phone rang and the unexpected noise made me jerk my hand, bringing my fingers in direct contact with my throbbing clitoris. I came, bucking slightly as the waves of pleasure radiated outwards from my pussy, not stopping until they reached my fingertips. There was nothing I could do, no way to answer the phone until those maddeningly pleasurable waves stopped and sanity resurfaced. Two minutes later I managed to roll out of bed and retrieve my phone by where it had been hiding under the desk. I flipped it open and looked dumbfounded at the missed call. "Zoe." I checked the time as I hit the redial button. Wasn't nine a.m. about seven hours earlier than Zoe usually managed to wake herself up? "Hello?" came an almost breathless Zoe from the other end of the line. "Hey Zo, it's me. Sorry I missed your call, I was... asleep." No way was I going to tell her I had been masturbating while fantasizing about her. "Yeah, I was asleep too. That's actually why I called. Katie, I had the strangest dream last night... um, do you think you could come over today?" I glanced over at the wall calendar. Saturday. "Yeah... yeah Zoe, I'll be there in an hour." I hung up the phone and began pulling on my faded Levi's. * Copyright 2008 Pasego All comments welcome! A Girl's Best Friend The party was in full swing when Ryanna and her friends arrived. Of course, they were an hour late, since Glenys had gotten lost on the way. The house was out in the back woods; the owners didn't exactly go out of their way to make it easy to find. Their fellow townspeople probably would have frowned on their having a bi-weekly swingers' house party. Glenys and the others visited the party on a regular basis. They'd raved to Ryanna about the hot men there and how much fun it was to play and watch others play. She'd finally given in and gone with them mainly because she knew how persistent they could be. Though she had to admit to some curiosity as well, since she'd never been to a house party before. The party literally took up the entire house. The dance floor, with one of the hosts as DJ, was in the basement, with couches, beanbags, and comfy chairs around the perimeter. Upstairs, snacks covered the kitchen counters and island, porn showed on the big screen TV in the living room, and the three bedrooms were available for sign-up by any couples who wanted privacy. "No intercourse anywhere but in the public room and the private rooms," the hosts told the women when they came in. "Anything else is okay wherever, but there'd better not be any cum stains when you're done or you'll stay after the party to clean it up." "Don't worry," Glenys said to Ryanna as the group headed down to the dance floor. "Most people don't do much more than groping outside the rooms." "Public room?" Ryanna asked. Kelly, another of the group, pointed to a room at the bottom of the stairs. Although there was a door on it, a large rectangle the size of a picture window was cut in the wall. "For exhibitionists, group play, that kind of thing. Some people like to let others join in, and some people like to be watched. The only rule about that room is ask before you touch." "That's the rule for the whole place," Glenys added. "Ask before you touch, and no means no." "If anyone gives you a hard time, just tell the DJ," Kelly said. "He'll kick them out. They run a tight ship here, and they want everyone to be comfortable." The dance floor was almost filled with moving bodies, except around one of the two posts that ran floor to ceiling at either side. At one of the posts, a woman was doing the most erotic pole dance Ryanna had ever seen, not that she'd seen many. The woman, in a tight, strapless dress and boots with three-inch heels, hugged the post and shimmied down to a crouch, then turned to face the other dancers and ran her hands over her breasts. She wriggled her way back to standing, then put one foot so far up the post she looked like she was doing a vertical split. Even though she had no interest in women sexually, Ryanna had to admit what she saw aroused her. And made her feel more than a little inadequate in her tank top and tight jeans. "Who's that?" she asked. "She's a good dancer." "That's Luscious." Glenys giggled. "She's a he." "What?" Ryanna stared at the dancer, whose body looked extremely feminine, including a pair of round, full breasts. "That can't be a man." "Haven't you ever heard of drag queens?" Kelly shook her head. "You're so innocent. It's cute. Luscious is a pro drag queen; she performs at a club in the city, but she's here every party. She's friends with the hosts." She lowered her voice slightly. "I think she's lovers with both of them, too, but I don't know for sure." The song ended and people on and around the dance floor burst into applause as Luscious bowed, then curtsied. She gave the post a hug, to the laughter of the others, and strode off the dance floor. Right over to Ryanna and her friends. "Hi, honey." Her voice was deeper than that of most women, but not so deep that it would give her away as a man. "You're new here, right?" She nodded to Glenys and Kelly. "Good to see you again." "You too," Kelly said. Glenys covered another giggle with her hand and nodded. Luscious smiled at Ryanna and held out her hand. "I'm Luscious J. And you are?" "Ryanna." "Nice to meet you. First time here, obviously. First time at any house party?" "Yeah. These guys thought it would be fun." "Well, they'd know. They're here almost as often as I am." She took Ryanna's hand and kissed it. "Don't let them pressure you, honey. Just dance and have fun. I owe dances to a few people, but later on we can dance if you want." "Sure." Ryanna wasn't sure about dancing, but she was embarrassed by Glenys's stifled laughter and didn't want Luscious to notice it. "I'll be here." "Sure you will. Some handsome stud's going to snap you right up." She winked. "No means no, that's the rule. New meat's pretty fascinating to some of these guys, but just do what you're comfortable with, okay, honey?" "Okay." "Love your outfit. Very cute." She waved at someone coming down the stairs. "Talk to you later, hon." She wiggled away, and Glenys stopped trying to cover her laughing fit. "I can't believe it. Guess you've got a girlfriend, Ry." Kelly elbowed her. "Shut up. If you'd just get past the whole she's a he thing, you might find out that Luscious is a pretty nice person." "Yes, but what kind of person?" Glenys's laughter turned into coughing. "Excuse me. I need a drink." She threaded her way through the crowd to the room behind the DJ booth. "There are sodas and beers up for grabs back there," Kelly explained. "Don't let Glenys get to you. She's open-minded about most things, but she's a little weird about CDs." The only kinds of CD Ryanna had heard of were the kind with music on them and the ones the bank issued. "CD?" "Very innocent. Crossdresser, sweetie." Kelly's eyes lit up. "Ooh, there's Graham. I was hoping he'd be here. He has an absolutely fabulous, um, personality." She waved, and a man across the dance floor waved back. "Be back in a bit, Ry. Don't worry, Glenys should be right over as soon as she gets her drink." Kelly hurried away. Uncertain, Ryanna stayed where she was. After several minutes, neither of her friends had returned, and she was at a loss. A couple guys came over to talk to her, but apparently realized she wasn't interested and wandered away after saying hello. Finally, Ryanna found a seat in one of the chairs along the edge of the dance floor and sat, wishing she'd brought her own car so she could leave. That was where Luscious found her about half an hour later. "Honey, why are you all alone?" "Because no one's with me." Ryanna swallowed to keep from crying. "I guess both of my friends hooked up, and I don't know anyone else here." "So you're hiding in a corner? Uh uh, doesn't work that way. You know me, and I'll introduce you around. What are you looking for tonight, by the way? You want to hook up with anyone, or are you just visiting?" "Just visiting." "Then stick with me, and I'll make sure no one bothers you." "I don't want to cramp your style." "Oh, honey, you won't. I'm just here to dance. I do my hooking up a little more privately most of the time." She took Ryanna's hands and pulled her to her feet, then led her through the crowd to a small group in the middle of the dance floor. "Folks, this is Ryanna." Luscious raised her voice to be heard over the music. "She's new, and she's my friend, so be kind to her." "Your friend, huh?" one of the men said. "You got a dick too, honey?" Luscious jabbed him in the side with her elbow. "Ryanna's all woman, so shut up. Ry, you'll want to stay away from guys like this. They think with their pricks and it doesn't leave them any brain cells for anything else." The rest of the group laughed. The guy Luscious had insulted just stood there for a moment, then shrugged. "Guess a drag queen's like a woman. Always has to have the last word." For the rest of the night, Ryanna hung around with Luscious and her friends, and even let them drag her onto the dance floor a few times. The party wasn't scheduled to end till morning, but at about one a.m. Glenys grabbed Ryanna's arm. She looked furious. "We're getting out of here." "Hang on, let me say goodbye." Glenys turned her glare on Luscious and the others. "Make it fast." She stalked to the stairs. "Uh oh, looks like someone had a nasty time, and not in a good way." Luscious hugged Ryanna. "Honey, you and I should go shopping sometime. If you're planning to come back here, and I hope you are, you'll need to dress the part." "I don't know if I'll be back, but shopping would be fun." "Well, then, give me your number and I'll call you to set it up. Hang on." Luscious scurried over to the DJ booth and wheedled a pen and pad of paper, then came back and handed them to Ryanna. "Cell number, home number, whatever will be easiest to get hold of you." Ryanna wrote down her cell and handed back the paper and pen. "Can I have your number?" "Better to let me get hold of you. I have roommates who sometimes don't deliver messages, and I don't give out my cell often. I'll call, I promise." "Okay." Ryanna hid her disappointment. She wanted to believe Luscious would call; she'd had fun with her, and it would be nice to hang out somewhere more neutral. But people always said, "I'll call you" and then didn't. * * * * Luscious did. Midweek, when Ryanna was thanking heaven that there were only two days left before the weekend, her cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, but since it was local she answered anyway. "Hey, girlfriend." Luscious's voice was immediately recognizable. "Know who this is?" "Luscious. How are you?" "Good guess, honey. I'm dandy, thanks. How about you?" "It's been a hell of a long week." "Yeah? Poor baby. Maybe we can get manis and pedis this weekend while we're out shopping. That is, if you'd like to go." "Absolutely." A little retail therapy would definitely improve her mood. "When and where?" "Meet me at the mall food court at one Saturday afternoon. You remember what I look like, don't you?" "Yeah, but I assume you'll be wearing a different outfit." Luscious laughed. "Honey, I won't even be wearing a wig. Just look for my face. Oh, and call me Jimmy when you see me." "You're going shopping with me as a man?" "Luscious J only comes out for performances and parties, usually. I know what you're thinking. How can we clothes shop together if I'm a dude? But we'll only be at the mall long enough to get something to eat and get those manis and pedis. There's a store in the city that sells the kind of clothes you'll want for the house party, and the owner knows me very well." "Um, okay." She'd been counting on shopping with a woman; it would feel strange to go with a guy. But Luscious wasn't the average guy. Even knowing that the shopping trip would be with "Jimmy", Ryanna couldn't help thinking of her new friend as female. "Don't worry, honey, it'll be fun. You'll get the best of both worlds; a man who knows what men like to see on women, and a chick with awesome fashion sense. See you Saturday. I'll call you before I leave to make sure nothing's changed." "Okay, sounds good." She struggled through the rest of the week at work, and Saturday morning woke up early so she could decide what to wear on her shopping trip. Casual, but nice, which wasn't easy given that her choices were mostly work clothes or jeans and T-shirts. She finally decided on a slightly tamer version of the outfit she'd worn to the party, with looser jeans and a tank top that left a little more to the imagination. Her roommate didn't stagger out of her room until just before Ryanna planned to leave. Charlene was a partier. On weekends if she came home at all, it was usually in the early hours of the morning and she was usually quite drunk. At least she was quiet about it; otherwise, Ryanna would have thrown her out within the first month. They'd shared the apartment for a year now and rarely saw each other, since when Charlene wasn't partying she worked second shift. It suited both of them. "Where are you going?" Charlene asked. "You aren't in your bum-around clothes." "Going shopping with a friend." Ryanna's cell rang. "And that's probably her checking to make sure I'm coming." "Cool. Have fun. Get some decent clothes for a change." Charlene rummaged in a cupboard. "And quit hiding the coffee on me." Ryanna looked at her phone; the number was the same one Luscious had called from before. She answered. "On my way." "See you there, honey." Luscious disconnected. When Ryanna got to the mall, it took her a few minutes to spot Luscious—or rather, Jimmy—in the crowd. He looked like any other guy, except for the brown eyes and snub nose Ryanna remembered from the party. She would have hesitated to approach him in case she was wrong, but he saw her and called, "Girlfriend, over here!" Ryanna went over to him. He wore men's jeans and a tight T-shirt that accentuated his chest. A chest that had no sign of female breasts. "You look, um, different." "Wig, falsies, and a little hide and seek in the lower region can really change a guy." Jimmy winked. "Come on, honey, I got here early and made sure the nail place would be able to get us right in. They're waiting." Ryanna had never had a manicure or pedicure before, but quickly decided she wanted another as soon as possible. It was relaxing having someone work on her feet and hands while she just sat, chatting with Jimmy. She was surprised that none of the workers found it odd for a man to have his nails done, but apparently in the age of metrosexuality, nothing was unusual. When they left the salon, she and Jimmy knew much more about each other, and she had matching dark red fingernails and toenails. Jimmy's fingernails had only clear polish, but his toenails, hidden in socks and shoes, were bright purple. "I can't believe you got your toenails done that color," Ryanna said. "They'll show up great on stage. Ready for clothes shopping? I'll drive; I'll bring you back afterward for your car." "Okay. Where do you perform?" They headed for the exit near the food court. "There are a few clubs I'm at regularly," Jimmy said. "I'm a bit limited in where I can go because I don't do impersonations. Several of the places around here only want drag queens who do celebs. But there are two or three that take me as I am, and one of them books me in as a solo act once in a while. I've gotten some interest from a couple places further south, too. I'm still negotiating with them." "That's cool. Maybe I can come watch you sometime." "We'll see. The clubs I'm in aren't exactly tame." Neither was the clothing store he took her to. When they walked through the door, Ryanna was immediately confronted with a rack of crotchless panties, garter belts, and strapless bustiers. She gulped. She'd been in a couple lingerie stores before, but usually she bought her basics at department stores and didn't bother with anything fancy. She didn't date anyone steadily enough to have a reason for the fancy stuff. A woman with long blonde hair teetered over on a pair of three-inch spike heels. She wore a tight miniskirt that barely covered her ass and showed clearly that she wore either a thong or nothing underneath, and a bustier that looked like it had come from the rack by the door. She embraced Jimmy and pecked his cheek. "Darling, it's been a while! Come to get some new show clothes?" She winked at Ryanna. "Who's this?" "This is Ryanna, and she needs some party clothes. Ryanna, this is Helga, queen of the sexpots." "Flatterer." Helga turned to Ryanna. "So what kind of parties and what kind of clothes?" She scrutinized her. "All female, I take it. Makes it a bit easier to fit." "Yes, I'm completely female," Ryanna said. "I don't know what kind of clothes, though." "House party," Jimmy said. "Jack and Millie's." "Ah, the fun one. Okay, darling, are you looking to lure the men into bed or just into watching you?" "Um, neither." "Watching her," Jimmy said. "She's a cute little dancer, and we want them to see her shaking her stuff. Don't think she'll be dragging anyone into bed, though at that party you can't ever tell, right, Helga?" "Absolutely. What happens at Jack and Millie's stays at Jack and Millie's, though. Do you know what you want for your shows?" "Yes, but I'd like to help Ryanna pick out a few things first. What have you got for her to try on?" "Hmm. Give me a minute." Helga minced away. Ryanna looked at the tag on one of the bustiers and gasped. "Jimmy, I'm not going to be able to buy anything here. Just this is more than my clothing budget for a month." "Don't worry about a thing, honey. Those are Helga's special items; the clothes she'll show you won't be quite so much. And if you spot something you must have and don't feel like you can afford it, I'll help you out and you can pay me back." Quite an offer. Despite their conversation at the nail salon, they hadn't known each other very long, and in Ryanna's experience people didn't like to loan money to people they didn't know well. Then again, Jimmy had paid for the nail salon and had seemed to enjoy watching her be pampered. He wouldn't have offered to buy her clothes if he didn't mean it. "Thanks. We'll see how much things are." "Sure. Just speak up if you do want something. I don't mind helping a girlfriend find her fashion sense." Helga came back with an armful of skirts, tops, and dresses. "Come with me, sweetie, and let's see what we can find. Fitting rooms are right this way." Ryanna and Jimmy followed her to a few stalls with half-doors at the back of the store. Helga set the clothes on a chair. "Take a look at them first and see what you want to try on. Some of them may not be your style." None of them looked like her style. Ryanna dressed either casually or conservatively, rarely anything else. Where on earth would she wear a black dress with horizontal slits all the way up both sides? Or a cropped tank top with a hole that would rest between her breasts? Jimmy picked up the dress and held it beside her. "This one would look hot on you, honey. Try it on." "Are you serious? There's more air than fabric." "Yep. That's the point." He handed her the dress and picked up a white denim skirt that looked just long enough to be legal. "This is good too." "You're crazy." "Trust me, girl. You have the assets; accentuate them." After a few minutes, Ryanna had an armload of clothes Jimmy insisted she try on. She went into one of the stalls and stripped out of her own clothes, then tried on each of the outfits. A few looked as horrible as she'd predicted, but she had to admit, the rest made her look damn hot. "So which ones do you want?" Jimmy asked after she'd tried all of them. "Tough decision. I don't think I'll wear them very often, so it doesn't make sense to buy more than one." "Honey, it makes sense to buy whatever makes you happy. If you want more than one outfit, get more than one. Who cares if you don't wear it every day? You'll probably go to Jack and Millie's again, and maybe you'll end up going out clubbing some night. If it looks good on you and you feel good in it, get it." He grinned. "Whatever you don't get, I probably will. Some of these outfits are smokin'!" "Now, you know those wouldn't fit you, baby," Helga said. "But no worries, I've got the perfect things for you. Maybe I'll even help you fit them." "Not today. Wouldn't be polite to my guest." An hour later, Ryanna and Jimmy left the store carrying bags of clothing, including the three outfits he'd insisted she get. The total price of everything had made her cringe, but it hadn't fazed Jimmy in the least. "Gotta pay good to look good." He drove her back to the mall to get her car. "I had a great day," she said. "Thank you so much." "Anytime, girlfriend." He patted her knee. "You're fun. We'll definitely do it again sometime." He pulled to a stop beside her car and leaned over to peck her lips. "I'll call you. See you soon." A Girl's Best Friend She waited until Jimmy drove away to admit to herself that she wished it had been more of a kiss. How the heck could she be attracted to a drag queen? * * * * The following weekend, Ryanna joined Luscious for a visit to the house party. Glenys and Kelly were there; Kelly greeted Ryanna, but Glenys rolled her eyes and walked off. "She's not the world's most open-minded person," Kelly said. "Plus I think she's jealous of how Luscious looks in that outfit." Luscious wore a blue version of the black slit-side dress Ryanna had on. They'd teased each other about being twins, and some of the people at the party, men and women both, seemed intrigued by the dress-alikes. A few made propositions which Luscious immediately brushed off. "Just here to dance, thanks. Enjoy the view." By early morning, Ryanna had a nice buzz and was enjoying the attention of a few men and women. Luscious, who hadn't had anything to drink, kept an eye on things and shut down the men who tried to persuade Ryanna to accompany them to a private room. Or, in one case, the public room. "Trust me, honey, you don't want to hook up with them," she told Ryanna. "You're not with it enough to make the choice, and I think you'd regret it in the morning." "Yeah, just stick with your flouncy friend there," one of the men said. "Who knows, maybe you're a closet lezzie." Luscious took Ryanna's arm and led her away before she managed to slap the guy. "Why are people such idiots?" Ryanna sank onto one of the chairs beside the dance floor. "Ugh. I don't feel so good." "Maybe we should go, then. You can crash at my place; my roomie's out of town." "Okay. Thanks." They said their goodbyes and left. Ryanna had ridden to the party with Luscious, for which she was grateful; it meant she didn't have to try to drive. She hadn't had much to drink, at least she didn't think she had, but she felt light-headed and had to close her eyes as they headed for Luscious's apartment. When they got there, she collapsed onto the bed. Luscious sat beside her. "Uh huh, not so fast, honey. You can't ruin that dress by sleeping in it." "Too tired to give a shit." "Does that mean I'll have to undress you? That could be fun." Ryanna rolled over to look at her. "Are you gay or bi?" "Straight isn't a possibility? I'm bi, honey. I've fucked men and women, and occasionally both at the same time. It's all good." "Do you want to fuck me?" "Not while you're drunk. If you're going to have the Luscious experience, I want you to be sober enough to enjoy and remember it." "If I was sober, would you fuck me?" What the hell was she doing? She was rarely this forward, no matter how horny she got. But she was here, in bed, with a dress that left her half-naked and Luscious in front of her in a similar dress, and she wanted to make the outfits worthwhile. "Yes, honey, if you were sober I'd fuck you. You're too cute to pass up." "Then get me some coffee so I can sober up, because I want you." "You drive a hard bargain, honey. Be right back." While Luscious was out of the room, Ryanna shimmied out of her dress and lay back on the pillows completely naked. She didn't bother trying to analyze why she was so into the idea of fucking Luscious. She just knew she wanted her. After a few minutes, Luscious came back with a cup of steaming coffee. Her eyes widened. "Damn, honey, you don't waste time, do you? Here, sober up fast if you're going to, because you look good enough to eat." "Does that mean you're going to eat me?" Ryanna took the cup and sipped from it. Horniness had already begun to replace her buzz; she felt herself moisten at the thought of Luscious's tongue between her legs. "Could be. You certainly have a yummy little pussy." Luscious stretched out beside her and cupped one of Ryanna's breasts. "These look pretty tasty too." "So do yours." Though of course Luscious's were due to a padded bra; she was a drag queen, not a transsexual. "Can you keep the dress on? Just, like, pull it up or something? I want to look at your tits while you fuck me." "You and half the other people I fuck. Sure, I'll keep it on, honey." Luscious slipped her hand between Ryanna's legs. "Getting ready, huh? Tell me what turns you on more, the thought of my dick or my tits?" "Both." She drank more of the coffee. "Can I see your dick?" Luscious laughed. "Of course you can." She stood and hitched her dress up to her waist, then removed the thong that kept her male apparati under control in tight outfits. As soon as it was free, her dick sprang up. She definitely had nothing to be ashamed of in that department! "Damn, that's fucking hot," Ryanna said. "Can I touch it?" "Finish your coffee first." Ryanna drained the cup in one last gulp, even though it burned her throat, and set it on the nightstand. "Okay. Now can I touch it?" "Sure, honey." Luscious stretched out on her back. Ryanna leaned in to kiss her and was surprised when her friend's tongue penetrated her lips. She was a damn good kisser! She reached down to grasp Luscious's cock and was rewarded with Luscious's finger on her clit. She moaned into Luscious's mouth. Luscious's dick twitched in her hand, and she broke the kiss to slide down and lick its tip. Luscious grasped a fistful of her hair. "Go ahead and suck it, honey, but don't make me come yet. You're going to get to do that before I do." "Sounds good to me." Ryanna lowered her mouth over Luscious's dick. A drop of precum added a salty taste as she sucked. From the noises Luscious made, she enjoyed it as much as Ryanna did; sucking cock had always been one of her favorite things. "Okay, honey, that's enough." Luscious tugged Ryanna's hair to pull her mouth away. "Your turn." Reluctantly, Ryanna let go of her cock and lay on her back. Luscious positioned herself between her legs and lowered her mouth to Ryanna's pussy. The instant her tongue touched, Ryanna felt a jolt. It was only seconds before she came. "Fuck, you're good at that!" "The only one who knows a woman's body better than another woman is a man who pretends to be a woman. Still want to be fucked?" "God, yes." Her entire body craved it. "Just a second, then." Luscious reached over to the nightstand and rummaged around, finally holding up a box of condoms. "Better safe than sorry." She unrolled a condom onto her cock and pushed Ryanna onto her side. "Get that ass in the air, girl. I love looking at a woman from behind." Ryanna obeyed, head down on the pillow and butt up so Luscious could slowly slide her dick inside her pussy. "Mmm, you feel fantastic!" "So do you, honey. So tight and wet." Luscious thrust back and forth. "I'm gonna have to do this again sometime." "Whenever you want. Oh, fuck!" "That's what I'm doing." She moved faster. "Not going to last too long, honey. You feel too fucking good. Play with your clit so you can get off before I do." Ryanna slipped her hand between herself and the mattress and fingered her clit. The pressure of her finger and the friction of Luscious's thrusts built in her until she exploded, crying out the word, "Fuck!" over and over until the orgasm abated. Behind her, Luscious grunted and Ryanna felt her cock twitch hard inside her. After a few more grunts and twitches, Luscious withdrew. "Damn, I haven't come that hard in a while! That was real good, honey." She got up and tossed the condom into the trash. "Real good." "Hell yeah, it was." Ryanna lay on her side; after a second, Luscious curled up with her. "Thank you." "Thank you, honey. We'll definitely have to do it again sometime." "Yeah." Ryanna closed her eyes. "I think next time, I'd like to fuck Jimmy." A Girl's Best Friend Blue was bored. It had snowed for 3 days now and the roads were closed. It was too dangerous to venture out in her car. Having nothing else to do, Blue checked her email once more before heading off to bed. She waited for her computer to warm up and logged onto her email account. There was a new message. Would it be from him? Yes, it was. She felt her body begin to tingle with anticipation. She could hardly wait to read it. She fully intended to savor every last word. Blue settled into her chair and began to read his email. He wrote..."I roar when I cum. Sometimes I yell and I swear. Sometimes I have no idea what's going to come out of my mouth. I bang and drive so hard it can be like I'm angry, crazy or punishing my partner. I want to feel your fingers in my ass, fingering me, penetrating me. I want to feel your tongue in my anus. I want you to penetrate me, violate me with your little black butt plug. Put me and my ass at your mercy. Use your toy and fuck me. Push it into me and fill me until I can't take it anymore. Then I push back because I like it and I want it. I want you to suck my balls, and my cock. I want to feel your fingers sliding in and out of my hot, tight ass. I want you to be wild and uninhibited. I want you to blow my mind." She reached up and felt her nipples. Her nipples were hard and poking through her sheer nightgown. She had so much sexual tension after reading just half of his email that she would need some release soon. Just as she reached the end of the email, he said "masturbate and play with your pussy. I want to hear all about it tomorrow." At that point, she could no longer hold out without a little something to tide her over. She slipped 2 fingers into her extremely wet pussy, pumped them in and out a few times, and then pulled them out to lick them clean. Her juices tasted so good. She needed a hard cock. Now, more than ever, Blue wanted to get fucked. She went directly upstairs and lay back on her bed and smoothed out her silk night gown. It was sheer in all the right places and was just long enough to cover her supple ass. In the front, it tied between her ample breasts, barely holding them in. Her nipples were still hard and the fabric accentuated the perky buds. Blue loved this night gown because it seemed to enhance all of her curves. Her blonde hair was slightly disheveled; she was definitely very fuckable tonight. She reached into her nightstand, grabbed her vibrator, and started to read the email again. She was so horny and after reading the last sentence again, set down the email. She gently untied the bow between her breasts and started to massage them, slowly and deliberately. Her nipples were so hard and she began to pinch them. With every pinch, it would send little bursts of pleasure up and down the entire length of her body. With every touch, she felt as though it was really his hands caressing her. She had played with her nipples for so long that they were now becoming sore. She moved her hands down to her pussy. She teased herself by just barely passing her fingers over her opening and back up to her clit. Her whole body was in a complete state of heightened pleasure. Her pussy swollen, wet and waiting to be penetrated. Blue rubbed the vibrator against her clit until she was at the brink of climax and stopped. She wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as she could. She then used her other hand and plunged the 9 inch vibrator deep inside, pumping it in and out. The vibrator was on a low setting at first, and then she became inpatient and turned it up higher. With the one hand, she was pumping the huge dildo in and out, and with the other, she started to massage her clit vigorously. "Oh my GOD!" she cried out. She was so wet - she could smell her own musky wetness and feel the dildo pumping in and out of her pussy. Her moans became louder. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Ram your cock deep inside me!" she screamed, imagining that he was right there in the room with her. She wanted to feel his cum shoot into her tight pussy. Just then, her whole body began to shake and she came hard. Wave after wave of orgasm shot through her body. Her body finally came to rest and she started to become aware of where she was once again. She lay there for almost 10 minutes letting her body recover with the dildo still buried in her pussy. Having completely satisfied herself (with the help of her favorite email buddy, of course), she eventually slid the vibrator out of her pussy and quietly fell asleep.