She put the radio on to relax. She was thinking about Annie, about the long friendly relationship that they had had and the other relationship that they had never. She wondered why they had never crossed from friends into lovers. They had always got on so well and Terri was excited about seeing her and spending time with her. The only problem was Marilyn. Terri almost wished she was going to see Annie on her own.
Fifteen minutes later, Terri came to an exit and indicated that she was going to pull off the motorway. There was no one behind her to see the signal; so she switched the indicator off again. And once she had done that she realized there was no reason to pull off the motorway. She felt quite light-headed at the thought. She wasn’t going back. It was over. The feeling of relief caused her to laugh.
College Grind
Courtney Bee
Violet liked to joke that I had only been a “kinda” lesbian until college – until the frat parties. Watching all the beer-guzzling jocks hoot and holler like apes, slurring obscenities and dripping sweat, certainly didn’t enhance my appreciation of the male specimen. Although watching a snot rocket contest from across a crowded room may have reaffirmed my sexuality a bit, I had always been gay. I remember being on the cheerleading squad in high school, continually volunteering to be on the bottom of the pyramid so that I could feel the other girls’ sweat-slicked bodies pressing down on me. If I timed it just right I was able to tilt my head as the top rows climbed down, catching flashes of white panties as their skirts swished about their hips.
Sophomore year of college, my little goddess appeared, smiling at me at our sorority initiation from across the room. She wore a red headband and a simple white sweater that hugged her high, rounded breasts so lovingly that I was instantly jealous; her skirt was just short enough to make me break out in a mild sweat. When she turned her head and caught me staring she gave me a look that said she knew exactly what I was thinking – and liked it.
Fast forward eight months: we’re so close you’d have to pry us apart with a crowbar if you wanted to talk with one of us alone. The fact that we live in the same sorority house is great – we get to share a room and live in pre-marital sin on the university’s dime. For a while we had a third girl sharing our room, but one night she saw our hips gyrating beneath the covers and the little whistle-blower ran down the hallway and cried “lesbian”. Well of course Tiffany and Cindy and Candy and all those other little bitches threw a hissy fit and immediately tried to get us thrown out, but the dean gave them a long speech on discrimination and we got to stay.
Most of the girls stopped talking to us, and one handed Violet a bible and tried to get us to go to her youth group. Some were outright malicious, like Mindy, calling us gross and weird and whatever other small, uncomplicated words her Communications Major brain could concoct. She happened to inhabit the room next to us, so one night after Violet overheard her telling one of the other girls that the sorority should try harder to make us feel unwanted so that we’d leave, we had our loudest evening of sex yet, banging the headboard against the wall and letting our groans send her to sleep. Little Miss Mindy went to the dean again, and this time her complaint didn’t fall upon deaf ears. Violet received a letter informing us our “case” was under consideration and it was possible we might be evicted from the sorority, as we had now been accused of reckless and inappropriate conduct. We shrugged and figured if there was a chance we’d have to leave the house, we might as well savour our current living arrangements as much as we could. The volume of our nightly groans tripled.
I couldn’t have cared less about the sorority and fraternity party scene, but Violet loved it, so for her sake we went to many a drunken beerfest. By now everyone knew we were dating, and whenever we walked through the threshold of a big bash the girls would whisper or roll their eyes. The guys, however, had a rather different reaction. They would see us holding hands, navigating our way through the crowd, and they’d stand at full attention, craning their necks to get a better look. “It’s ’cause we’re both hot,” Violet liked to say. “If we were wearing flannel and penny loafers they’d be burning crosses.”
The jocks had taken to calling us Betty and Veronica on account of our contrasting features. Violet had buttery blonde curls and soft grey eyes, while my hair was jet-black, my eyes a deep shade of green. I knew exactly what they were picturing when they stared at us. I usually responded to their leers with an annoyed glare, but Violet was a bit kinder, smiling and waving diplomatically. The only pleasure I got out of these outings was seeing Mindy’s look of abhorrence when we entered the room. She’d usually be clinging to her jock boyfriend, her little squeak of a laugh piercing through the room. Her eyes would quickly narrow as we flashed her our best sickly-sweet smiles. Meanwhile, her ape of a boyfriend Steve would gawk at us so bluntly that Mindy would immediately tighten her grip on his arm. Normally I didn’t care, but tonight her look was so spiteful that it churned my stomach. Her eyes were gloating, and I could practically hear her thoughts: Soon you freaks are outta here. Enjoy this while you can!
“Come on,” Violet whispered. “Let’s go rustle up some booze.”
We downed a couple drinks, glancing over our shoulders every so often to see Mindy glaring at the back of our heads.
“It’s not fair,” said Violet. “I really liked living in the sorority house. I liked having our own room. And I know you hate this, but I’m actually going to miss these stupid parties.”
I grabbed her hand, running my fingers over her palm. “This isn’t for sure yet. The dean hasn’t said—”
“Oh, come on, Anne.” She rolled her eyes. “He wanted to kick us out the moment he heard about our situation – you know how diehard Republican the guy is. He was just waiting for an excuse that looked legitimate, and thanks to Mindy he’s got one. We’ll be out on our asses by the end of the week.”
I thought for a long moment. “You know Mindy’s little boy toy over there is related to Dean Mason?”
“That right?”
I nodded. “Nephew, I think.”
We both turned to look at Steve, who appeared to be enthralling Mindy and a couple of his football buddies with one of his harrowing sports tales. Their “huh, huh, huh” laughs blended together in a far-reaching Cro-Magnon chorus.
“You know,” said Violet. “Steve actually asked me out during rush week.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You too? I caught the jerk trying to look up my skirt three weeks ago. He said he wanted to make sure I was a thong girl before he asked me out!”
Violet’s fingers tightened around the little plastic cup. “That son of a . . .” She raised her head sharply. “And he’s the dean’s nephew?”
“Pretty sure.”
“You know,” she said brightly. “This could work! This could actually work!”
“Baby, what are you—”
“Okay,” she said, clasping her hands together. “Steve’s made no secret that he wants to see us get it on together.”
“Tell me about it,” I grumbled. “I heard the lacrosse team was putting together a pool to try and get us to Jell-O wrestle.”
“W-well,” she stammered. “You know how you said you were curious about exhibitionism?”
“Uh-huh . . .” I saw the wheels churning and suddenly I didn’t like where the ride was taking me.
“He’s related to the dean,” she said, her voice taking on the tone of a plea. “He can help us.”
“Uh-huh . . .”
“Maybe if we put on a little show for him, he’d convince the dean to let us stay in the—”
“A little show?” I croaked. “What, you want to give the biggest jerk on campus a free peep show?”
Violet stared at the ground. “Well, we wouldn’t let him join in or anything. I know he’d agree to it, Anne. You know he would.”
I couldn’t believe what my girlfriend was suggesting.
“You know – ” I glared. “- I always thought that the element that made our sex so hot was, oh, th
e absence of boys!”
“We’re only going to let him watch!” she implored. “Just this one time – please, Anne!”
“Why don’t you chug down another beer,” I said. “Maybe if you get a little more inebriated you’ll have an even more brilliant idea – like blowdrying your hair while you’re still in the bathtub to save time.”
“All right!” she yelled, slamming her cup onto the table. “Fine. I was just thinking about how much I loved you – how I couldn’t bear the thought of us living in separate apartments after we’ve been so happy living together. If the dean throws us out of college housing everyone will know why. The school will tell our parents, and I don’t know about you, but mine will try and keep me as far away from you as possible.”
Her eyes were glossy with tears. I felt myself softening, smoothing her hair with my palm.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t think of it like that.”
Her face was so pained that I felt my resolve melting, even as my fists remained clenched.
“I’ll do it,” I blurted. “Tonight, while there’s still enough alcohol in me to make me overlook the fact that this is insane.”
“Oh, Annie!” She gave me a soft peck on the lips, causing every male within a twenty yard radius to snap their heads in our direction.
“I can’t believe I’m going to – to—”
“Hey, you hate Mindy, right?” Violet’s face broke out in a wicked grin.
“I wish I could wrap her extensions around the wheels of a city bus.”
“Well,” Violet beamed. “How would you like to watch her boyfriend cast his relationship aside to watch two girls get it on?”
Actually, I did like that thought. Very much.
“Follow my lead, baby.”
Taking one last deep, courageous breath, I took Violet’s hand and we marched brazenly to the corner of the room where Steve and his football pals were chatting. Mindy stared at us incredulously, as if she was unable to believe that the lowly lesbians would be so bold as to attempt to converse with them.
I forced my lips into a flirtatious smile while Violet batted her eyelashes.
“Hiya, Steve,” I purred. “My girlfriend and I were just talking about a little fantasy we’ve been having lately.”
The guys quickly leaned forward. Steve raised an eyebrow.
“Urn, excuse me,” Mindy glowered. “But what makes you think we have any interest in interacting with you?”
“Do you mind? I’m talking to my friend Steve.”
Ignoring her, I stepped forward, running a finger down Steve’s chest. I felt his heart beating in rapid little thumps beneath his shirt. Violet dutifully slipped beside him, rubbing his shoulder with slow, enticing strokes. Steve’s mouth dangled open; his friends watched in disbelief as we pressed our bodies close.
“Steve,” I whispered, letting my breath waft across his neck. “Do you want to know what our fantasy is?”
He answered so quickly the word made a little whistle as it flew from his lips. “Yes.”
“Get lost,” Mindy chirped. “Nobody cares about your—”
“Shut up,” two of the guys hissed in unison. Mindy glared indignantly.
“You see,” I continued, my eyes burning into his. “Violet and I have decided it would really turn us on to have someone watch us.”
“W-watch you?” he gulped. “Like . . . like watch you guys—”
“Screw.”
His hands tightened around his beer; the can made a crunching noise as it imploded.
“We wanted it to be someone who would really appreciate it,” Violet murmured. “And we thought of you.”
Mindy opened her mouth to say something, but Steve interrupted. “Are you joshing me?”
“We only have one condition,” I smiled. “We want you to persuade your uncle to let us stay in the sorority house.”
As Violet let her hair sweep across his arm, stirring his flesh into goosebumps, I could taste victory.
“That’s it?” Steve said. “You guys’ll get it on in front of me if I tell my uncle not to kick you out?”
“Tonight. Right now.”
I saw the yes about to fall from his lips and suddenly I got greedy.
“And,” I said. “I want you to tell him that Mindy made the whole thing up. She’s on drugs, you see, and rather prone to delusions.”
“You bitch!” Mindy shrieked. “Get the hell out of—”
“Done,” Steve said.
Mindy let out a horrified screech.
“You all heard it,” I grinned. “Steve Anderson has promised, with his closest friends as witnesses, to make sure we aren’t evicted from our dorm. Now, gentlemen . . .” I stared at Mindy. “And shrew, if you’ll excuse us, Violet and I are going to take this lucky boy upstairs and give him sweet dreams for life.”
With a squeal of glee Steve pushed Mindy aside and Violet and I each took an arm. We led him to the staircase, Mindy’s wails a symphony to my ears as we ascended the stairs. He waved one last time to his friends, who were cheering like monkeys, as we disappeared into the nearest bedroom. Violet brushed the curtain from the window, letting the moonlight flood the room. As I turned to address Steve I saw his hands lunging for my ass and I quickly darted away.
“Nuh – uh,” I said firmly. “You watch. We play. Got it?”
He mumbled something beneath his breath and sat on the bed. I shut the door, clicking the lock.
“Fully nude,” he blurted. “I wanna see tits and ass.”
“We have a lot in common.”
I approached Violet, blocking out Steve’s eager grunts. She glanced shyly at him, then at me.
“Come on, baby,” I whispered. “Pretend it’s just you and me.” I turned to glare sharply at Steve. “And no punching the munchkin, understand?”
He nodded, grumbling.
My hands circled her hips, drawing her to me. With a smile I leaned forward and traced the pillowy outline of her lips with my tongue. Her jaw was tense; she was still a little nervous. I probed her lips with my tongue, parting them gently. I felt her face relax as we began to kiss.
From several feet away Steve’s voice vibrated the walls. “Holy shit!”
Violet flinched at his voice until I coaxed her back into a long, wet kiss. Her arms went lax as I probed deeper, reassuring her with each hot breath. When I finally pulled away her eyes were sparkling.
“All right?” I asked.
“Y-yes.”
“Just you and me, baby.”
She nodded. Slowly, gently, I peeled her tank top over her head, revealing the soft breasts beneath. As Steve’s breath caught in his throat I felt momentarily sick exposing the girl I loved, unwrapping her like a present for a slobbering stranger. Then Mindy’s outraged screech rang through my head, giving me the boost I needed to continue. I smothered her breast with my lips, nibbling and sucking until she was forced to let out a low groan.
From across the room I heard Steve muttering a steady stream of “oh, Gods”. I tuned out his voice, focusing on the little pink nipple that was growing hard beneath my tongue. Violet began to make the soft whimpering noise I loved so much, her chest shaking in little heaves. I felt her hands fumbling with my blouse, twisting the buttons until it fell silently to the floor. Steve’s eyes glinted from across the room, his breathing so shallow that he sounded like a rabbit.
When I looked up to assess Violet’s comfort I was surprised to see her eyes dancing playfully. Her hips were rocking from side to side; she ran a hand coyly through her long blonde hair. The little showboat – she was playing it up! She was like a little kid in front of a video camera. And I had to admit that I was feeling a bit of a thrill myself – knowing that someone’s eyes were combing our bodies and watching our every move was more titillating than I had imagined, even if the voyeur was an undeserving prick. But the fact that Steve was of no sexual interest to either of us, coupled with the fact that his persona made me queasy, propelled me to flaunt the situation – tor
ture him a bit.
Violet seemed to be having just as much fun. She pushed her chest forward, letting the tip of her nipple graze the outline of my breast. I let out an exaggerated moan, arching my back so that our breasts smashed together. Steve groaned. I flashed him a smile with a hint of sadism.
As our hips came together, rocking slowly, rhythmically, I slid my hand up Violet’s thigh, feeling for the damp cotton panties. I tugged them down to her knees. Her eyes became nervous again, darting to Steve, then back to me.
“I don’t think . . .”
“Come on, baby,” I smiled. “You’re halfway there. Besides – you’re wet.”
And she was. A single drop of moisture was gliding down her leg. I leaned forward, stroking her flesh with my tongue, lapping up the warm fluid, moving steadily upward until my lips were inches from the soft pink folds tucked between her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Steve running his hand over his crotch, a firm bulge beneath his jeans. With a grunt of satisfaction I yanked Violet’s skirt to the floor and buried my lips between her legs, running my tongue over every delicate contour. Her hands gripped my shoulders to steady herself as I began to tease her into a wet frenzy. She went crazy whenever I let just the tip of my tongue glide inside her, but tonight I probed her so forcefully she began to squirm with shock. My hands gripped her ass, driving her hips forward so that I could taste her deeply.
I pulled away and rose so that I could read her face. Every last trace of fear had vanished; her eyes were dizzy with lust. The man in the corner of the room had disappeared as far as we were concerned. It was just us. And we were very, very horny.
I kissed her, letting her drink deeply from my lips, the sweet taste of her own juices still clinging to my tongue. Her fingers slipped around my waist, tugging at my jeans until they glided down my legs. She slid the black thong aside and let her hand roam the soft triangle below my navel. I tilted my head back, enjoying the way her fingernails brushed against my skin. As I felt my hair tickling the arch of my back I turned my head, catching Steve’s tortured expression. I felt a little smirk of satisfaction. Before I knew it I was batting Violet’s hand away and digging my pelvis into hers. She loved it when we came that way, grinding and squirming against each other until our thighs were soaking wet. Violet came so easily like that, but would she come quickly, breathlessly, while a practical stranger watched?
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