Epicurean
07-20-2007, 01:47 PM
This is the sequel to the story I posted below, Dreams of Holly. I split it into three parts to stop one of them from being too long a read.
Part 1
It took a long time to get used to the idea of me and Holly being girlfriends. If it was hard for me to come to terms with it, I don’t know what it must have been like for her, having her entire world turned upside down. But she was a more confident, more outgoing person than I was, she always had been, and she didn’t back down from the challenge of telling people about our relationship. She was straightforward and honest about it, at times when I just wanted to curl up in a corner and die from embarrassment. Partly it was because I was the one who had ‘converted’ her in the first place and as a result I felt responsible for every problem we had to deal with.
Thankfully most of our friends accepted us at face value; one of them even told me that she’d suspected something was going on, as we spent so much time together it must have been more than just friendship. That wasn’t really how it happened, of course, but I didn’t try and correct her. As long as she didn’t judge me over it, fine. I so desperately wanted them to see me as the same person I’d always been, insisting that I could still have fun with them, that I wasn’t about to join the lesbian ‘scene’ on campus, such as it was, just because I was in love with one woman. Even saying that around them made them visibly uncomfortable; but how could I blame them when it still felt strange saying it to myself?
Nobody was going to make Holly feel bad about the choice she’d made, of course, and she had some explaining to do to a much wider circle of friends than I had, including some male company that seemed quite distraught at the prospect of keeping things strictly platonic. Once when I was with her, a guy asked her cynically whether she was trying to keep her options open, implying that I was just another way of leading her throng of male admirers on. Holly simply shook her head, turned to me with a smile and said, “She’s much too pretty for me to waste attention on anyone else.” I adored her for saying that in public, and as we left with her arm around my waist I could see a couple of the jealous glances from men that she’d warned me I’d be getting. I felt even more privileged at that moment than I already was.
Only in our apartment did we truly feel free to be ourselves, when we were away from prying eyes and I could show her exactly how much I loved her. I don’t think I’d ever really appreciated the beauty of a naked woman until I met Holly. I’d been bombarded by media images of them my whole life just like everyone else, and yet it only really struck me now that I was so close to one. When she was naked she was at her most vulnerable, yes, but also her most majestic and enchanting. One of the greatest pleasures I had was watching her get undressed every night. Another one was seeing, out of the corner of my eye, her trembling hand trail across her hip and thighs every time I made love to her.
We were just as intense and passionate as we had been when we first started, but there was one problem: it was obvious that Holly wasn’t nearly as comfortable going down on me as I was doing it to her. She promised me that she would get better at it, that she just needed some time to adjust to the sight and smell as it was such a new experience for her, but I could tell it didn’t feel natural to her to be doing it and that in turn made me feel terrible. I was the one who’d brought her into this after all, who’d forced her to fit into a completely new sexuality all of a sudden, and the fear that I’d done something wrong nagged away at me in the back of my mind.
Fortunately that didn’t prove to be a complete obstacle to our being intimate together. We thought it would save water if we took showers together in the morning (well, that was part of our reasoning), but for some reason we always ended up taking twice as long as we would have done individually, so not much saving there. I was a very satisfied girl when I arrived for my first class of the day, that’s for sure. After the day was over we spent many blissful late afternoons sat opposite each other, masturbating to our hearts’ content, until we were both orgasmically glutted. That took a long time as well.
I asked Holly before we started doing it whether she had ever masturbated in front of someone before. “Um, no,” she admitted shyly. “I did have this friend when I was thirteen or fourteen, and I used to watch her doing it… it was exciting, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it in front of her.” I thought back to our first time together and started to chuckle. “What is it?” she demanded.
“Nothing, it’s just… you like to watch girls masturbate, don’t you?”
She seemed a little uncomfortable for a moment as I laughed, her mouth turned down, then she nodded acceptingly. “Yep, I guess so.” She crouched on my lap and held my wrists in her hands. “But that’s your fault Laura, for making me such a pervert.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged her.
“Yeah.” I didn’t get a chance to respond, as my lips had already been sealed by hers.
Most people whom we told about us didn’t want to know any more details, too scared to challenge their normal thinking, but a couple were rather curious. One in particular was a really nice girl named Alison who tried to hide her obvious fascination with what we were doing, which I found endearing. She kept asking me little questions to try and test the waters, nothing too explicit. Then one afternoon when we were sat on a patch of grass talking, she flat-out asked me what it was like being with a woman.
I wasn’t going to be coy and demure about it. “It’s great,” I told her honestly. “Her skin is so soft to touch, I could run my fingers through her hair all day, and the kissing… the kissing is amazing.” There were a couple of other areas I could mention too, but enthusing about them might have scared her off.
She looked down at the grass for a while, gently wringing her hands, and I could see the thoughts I had planted inside her were churning around in her brain. “It sounds nice,” she finally said. “I mean, I… not that I’d want to do it myself, but I’d love to be able to see it. To see you two… I mean…”
She was rambling, but I could tell what she meant and hardly believed my ears. “Alison, are you saying what I think you’re saying? That you want to watch us?”
“It’s nothing, forget about it. I shouldn’t have said it.”
“Alison, look at me,” I said forcefully, and at last she took her eyes off the ground and met my gaze. “You want to watch us having sex?” I said slowly, with emphasis on each word. I had to admit, after having cringed so much at confessing my secret to everyone else, I was enjoying seeing someone else squirm for a change. I shouldn’t have done it to someone as good-hearted as her, though.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind,” she mumbled awkwardly. “I’m just saying it would be good though, I’m not asking to see it or anything.”
“Then you should be more ambitious,” I announced cheerfully. “I’ll put your request in to Holly, but I can’t promise anything…”
“What?” she asked in disbelief, though I saw her eyes light up just for a second.
“I’ll ask. I certainly wouldn’t mind doing it. I have to clear it with her, though.”
“You’re pulling my chain.”
“Why I would do that? You obviously want to see it, and I’d be very happy to show you. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this.” I paused and gave her a more serious glance. “I have to warn you though, if the two of us did go through with it, we’d have to do it properly. We wouldn’t just kiss and hold hands.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Alison replied hesitantly. “That’s fine.”
“You’re sure you’d be OK with seeing that?”
“Yes, of course! Sheesh, you’re not going to be tying each other up and using whips and candle wax, are you?”
“Maybe if things are moving a little too slowly,” I quipped, finding it interesting that she even knew enough about those activities to give them a name check. Oh, it’s always the quiet ones…
When I met Holly back at home I found it almost as hard to put it to her as Alison had done with me. She knew all about Alison’s exceptional curiosity, I’d joked about it with her often enough, but to tell her about what she had requested and moreover, how happy I felt to do it, was really hard.
“Wow,” Holly said quietly, staring ahead after I’d recounted the conversation. “That would be… interesting, I suppose.” I spinelessly tried to cover my tracks.
“It was just a thought she had, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it… I only agreed because she’s such a lovely girl, she wouldn’t try to make fun of us or tell anyone about it…” Was that really the only reason though? I certainly wouldn’t want to do something like this in front of someone I didn’t trust. But I wanted to show someone, anyone, how badly I loved and desired Holly. Whoever it was, I wanted to leave the certainty of those feelings burned in their brain after they’d seen us together.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Neither have I. But I… well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” I ventured nervously. “Have you… ever had that fantasy of people watching you do it?”
“Yes, I have,” Holly confessed, and I felt my clit tingle the same way it did when she first told me she masturbated. “But that was a fantasy, I mean, it’s a turn-on to think about it, but to actually have someone there in the room with you watching…”
I knew I’d made a mistake presuming that it would be her thing. “Yeah, you’re right, this was a bad idea. We shouldn’t do it…”
Holly clasped my face in her fingers and kissed me gently. “Of course we should,” she smiled at me; I loved the way she kept on giving me pleasant surprises. She held my head in front of her, massaging my cheeks with her thumbs as she thought some more about the idea. Finally she looked at me and declared boldly, “Let’s make it a good one, shall we?”
“Oh we will. We will,” I promised her as she embraced me, and soon our clothes were strewn over the kitchen floor.
That turned out to be the last fun we had in quite some time, as Holly had the bright idea of an orgasm ban for a week before we went through with ‘the act’, to make us suitably inspired. It seemed like a good thing at first, but as someone who masturbated at least once a day if not more I was rapidly driven mad by this drought. She didn’t finger herself quite as often, at least not on her own, but from the way she ground her naked body against mine in her sleep I think she was suffering from the lack of release too.
I managed to entertain myself by playfully reminding Alison of our date every time I saw her on campus. She seemed a little reticent to go through with it, as though she was amazed that I kept bringing it up every single time we chatted. But at no stage did she back out, and we fixed the time and place - 7.30 on Friday evening, our apartment. I insisted on her having dinner with us, which she was happy with. What came afterwards, and how long that was going to last, was very much up in the air.
By the time the day dawned, I was absolutely itching to come, and Holly was seemingly determined to drive me even more wild. We had a very long, soapy session in the shower that morning, where she looked deep into my eyes as she massaged my butt, then slid her index finger down my crack and up into my pussy, which she began to rub with enough force to make me drip juices like there was no tomorrow but not enough to give me the finish I was desperate for. She held my chin in her other hand and kissed me, and I moaned my yearning into her mouth. “Please Holly, please…” I whispered hoarsely, my lips resting on her neck.
“No,” she said gently but firmly, and withdrew her finger. Reluctantly I finished washing her thighs and feet, and she stepped out into the bathroom, a dripping wet goddess with her golden hair sticking damply to her shoulders. I slumped back against the wall and spread my legs, intending to finish the job myself, but she saw me in the mirror and turned round instantly. “No touching yourself either,” she told me reprovingly, and I scowlingly obeyed. I went off to campus feeling very unsatisfied indeed, and you don’t want to mess with a horny woman in that state.
I don’t know how on earth I got through that day; I must have started absent-mindedly humping the edge of my seat at least twice during class, but thankfully in such a brief, subtle way that no-one noticed. That one would have been a lot harder to live down than an admission of lesbianism. Finally, classes were over, and I positively raced home to begin preparing for the evening. Holly was already there, as she finished earlier than me, and was neatly setting the table - she was so much more organised than I was, although she had her fair share of mishaps too.
We both got dressed together. She had chosen a classic little black number that emphasised all her curves, as if they really needed any more emphasising. I picked a glittery silver dress which I worried looked a little tacky, but Holly assured me I was stunning in it. Both dresses were very short indeed, which I thought made perfect sense ahead of longer ones or jeans for ease of access later in the evening, but being able to stare at Holly’s endless brown thighs certainly didn’t do much to quell my raging libido.
We were starting to get anxious, more out of anticipation than a worry that Alison would be late, when the doorbell rang and we answered it together. My first thought was that it would be someone like the building inspector and we’d look decidedly over- (or indeed under) dressed, but when I opened the door there she was on the other side, clad in jeans and a short jacket, a shy, sweet smile on her face.
“Wow, you certainly made the effort,” she said as she noticed what we were wearing.
“Thought we might as well do it in style, right Holly?” I said to my girlfriend.
“Yup.”
“Hi, Holly,” Alison said to her timidly, not having met her nearly as many times as me.
“Hi, Alison,” she replied warmly, and indicated that she should come in. “The kitchen’s just through here, that’s where we’re having dinner.” She led the way and I followed at the rear behind Alison. She really was a pretty girl; I related to her because her skin was on the pale side, like me, and I did love her cute face and her long brunette hair. I ogled her for a little too long, and wondered for a moment whether my urges were really getting out of control with this abstinent streak I’d been on.
We all sat down at the table and began enjoying a delicious meal, during which we talked about our work and social life, campus gossip, stories from the past, hopes for the future - anything except what we were about to do, what Alison was about to watch. The prospect just hung there unsaid, unspoken, but what I was doing certainly helped to reinforce it.
After Holly had teased me so agonisingly that morning I decided to get some revenge, and so I began to shamelessly flirt with her right under Alison’s nose. I wanted the latter to see, though I’m sure she already knew, that my attraction to Holly wasn’t something I switched on and off, that I desired her all the time - and I certainly managed to convey that. I squeezed her hand, ran my fingers up her arms and along her shoulders, and through her hair; I listened attentively to her every word, laughing at her jokes and agreeing with her as often as possible. I couldn’t remember ever devoting my focus so wholeheartedly to one person before.
I sensed Alison getting uncomfortable with what I was doing, but I wanted to go as far as I could without actually kissing Holly; that would come later. I was content to feed her mouthfuls of food from my fork, and to gather some sauce on the end of my finger and have her lick it off; the kind of thing that seems sweetly romantic to people doing it, and nauseating to those watching. Alison was too polite to say anything, but even I wouldn’t have gone that far if I wasn’t intent on working Holly into a frenzy. And it was working. I could see in her eyes, she knew what I was doing to her.
After we’d finished dinner, we all went through to the main room and it was clear that nerves were beginning to grip Alison. She sat in the armchair to the right of the main couch, which she’d sensibly reserved for us, and curled up into a tight ball, watching us take our places across from her. Our skirts rode up a long way, and I was pretty sure she caught a glimpse of our underwear, which only made her even more nervous. Holly chatted to her a little bit further, prolonging the small talk to keep her calm and make sure she didn’t suddenly have a change of heart. I was a little annoyed that she seemed to be ignoring me after all I’d done, and I didn’t stay unnoticed for long. Gently, I tugged on Holly’s calf to get her attention.
“Would you like to give me a little kiss?” I asked her in a quiet, innocent voice, as though I’d just asked for the lightest, most inconsequential thing in the world. “You know… just a little peck on the cheek or something? A nice little kiss.” As I said it, my eyes were anything but innocent.
Part 1
It took a long time to get used to the idea of me and Holly being girlfriends. If it was hard for me to come to terms with it, I don’t know what it must have been like for her, having her entire world turned upside down. But she was a more confident, more outgoing person than I was, she always had been, and she didn’t back down from the challenge of telling people about our relationship. She was straightforward and honest about it, at times when I just wanted to curl up in a corner and die from embarrassment. Partly it was because I was the one who had ‘converted’ her in the first place and as a result I felt responsible for every problem we had to deal with.
Thankfully most of our friends accepted us at face value; one of them even told me that she’d suspected something was going on, as we spent so much time together it must have been more than just friendship. That wasn’t really how it happened, of course, but I didn’t try and correct her. As long as she didn’t judge me over it, fine. I so desperately wanted them to see me as the same person I’d always been, insisting that I could still have fun with them, that I wasn’t about to join the lesbian ‘scene’ on campus, such as it was, just because I was in love with one woman. Even saying that around them made them visibly uncomfortable; but how could I blame them when it still felt strange saying it to myself?
Nobody was going to make Holly feel bad about the choice she’d made, of course, and she had some explaining to do to a much wider circle of friends than I had, including some male company that seemed quite distraught at the prospect of keeping things strictly platonic. Once when I was with her, a guy asked her cynically whether she was trying to keep her options open, implying that I was just another way of leading her throng of male admirers on. Holly simply shook her head, turned to me with a smile and said, “She’s much too pretty for me to waste attention on anyone else.” I adored her for saying that in public, and as we left with her arm around my waist I could see a couple of the jealous glances from men that she’d warned me I’d be getting. I felt even more privileged at that moment than I already was.
Only in our apartment did we truly feel free to be ourselves, when we were away from prying eyes and I could show her exactly how much I loved her. I don’t think I’d ever really appreciated the beauty of a naked woman until I met Holly. I’d been bombarded by media images of them my whole life just like everyone else, and yet it only really struck me now that I was so close to one. When she was naked she was at her most vulnerable, yes, but also her most majestic and enchanting. One of the greatest pleasures I had was watching her get undressed every night. Another one was seeing, out of the corner of my eye, her trembling hand trail across her hip and thighs every time I made love to her.
We were just as intense and passionate as we had been when we first started, but there was one problem: it was obvious that Holly wasn’t nearly as comfortable going down on me as I was doing it to her. She promised me that she would get better at it, that she just needed some time to adjust to the sight and smell as it was such a new experience for her, but I could tell it didn’t feel natural to her to be doing it and that in turn made me feel terrible. I was the one who’d brought her into this after all, who’d forced her to fit into a completely new sexuality all of a sudden, and the fear that I’d done something wrong nagged away at me in the back of my mind.
Fortunately that didn’t prove to be a complete obstacle to our being intimate together. We thought it would save water if we took showers together in the morning (well, that was part of our reasoning), but for some reason we always ended up taking twice as long as we would have done individually, so not much saving there. I was a very satisfied girl when I arrived for my first class of the day, that’s for sure. After the day was over we spent many blissful late afternoons sat opposite each other, masturbating to our hearts’ content, until we were both orgasmically glutted. That took a long time as well.
I asked Holly before we started doing it whether she had ever masturbated in front of someone before. “Um, no,” she admitted shyly. “I did have this friend when I was thirteen or fourteen, and I used to watch her doing it… it was exciting, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it in front of her.” I thought back to our first time together and started to chuckle. “What is it?” she demanded.
“Nothing, it’s just… you like to watch girls masturbate, don’t you?”
She seemed a little uncomfortable for a moment as I laughed, her mouth turned down, then she nodded acceptingly. “Yep, I guess so.” She crouched on my lap and held my wrists in her hands. “But that’s your fault Laura, for making me such a pervert.”
“Oh yeah?” I challenged her.
“Yeah.” I didn’t get a chance to respond, as my lips had already been sealed by hers.
Most people whom we told about us didn’t want to know any more details, too scared to challenge their normal thinking, but a couple were rather curious. One in particular was a really nice girl named Alison who tried to hide her obvious fascination with what we were doing, which I found endearing. She kept asking me little questions to try and test the waters, nothing too explicit. Then one afternoon when we were sat on a patch of grass talking, she flat-out asked me what it was like being with a woman.
I wasn’t going to be coy and demure about it. “It’s great,” I told her honestly. “Her skin is so soft to touch, I could run my fingers through her hair all day, and the kissing… the kissing is amazing.” There were a couple of other areas I could mention too, but enthusing about them might have scared her off.
She looked down at the grass for a while, gently wringing her hands, and I could see the thoughts I had planted inside her were churning around in her brain. “It sounds nice,” she finally said. “I mean, I… not that I’d want to do it myself, but I’d love to be able to see it. To see you two… I mean…”
She was rambling, but I could tell what she meant and hardly believed my ears. “Alison, are you saying what I think you’re saying? That you want to watch us?”
“It’s nothing, forget about it. I shouldn’t have said it.”
“Alison, look at me,” I said forcefully, and at last she took her eyes off the ground and met my gaze. “You want to watch us having sex?” I said slowly, with emphasis on each word. I had to admit, after having cringed so much at confessing my secret to everyone else, I was enjoying seeing someone else squirm for a change. I shouldn’t have done it to someone as good-hearted as her, though.
“Well, I wouldn’t mind,” she mumbled awkwardly. “I’m just saying it would be good though, I’m not asking to see it or anything.”
“Then you should be more ambitious,” I announced cheerfully. “I’ll put your request in to Holly, but I can’t promise anything…”
“What?” she asked in disbelief, though I saw her eyes light up just for a second.
“I’ll ask. I certainly wouldn’t mind doing it. I have to clear it with her, though.”
“You’re pulling my chain.”
“Why I would do that? You obviously want to see it, and I’d be very happy to show you. I wouldn’t lie to you about something like this.” I paused and gave her a more serious glance. “I have to warn you though, if the two of us did go through with it, we’d have to do it properly. We wouldn’t just kiss and hold hands.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Alison replied hesitantly. “That’s fine.”
“You’re sure you’d be OK with seeing that?”
“Yes, of course! Sheesh, you’re not going to be tying each other up and using whips and candle wax, are you?”
“Maybe if things are moving a little too slowly,” I quipped, finding it interesting that she even knew enough about those activities to give them a name check. Oh, it’s always the quiet ones…
When I met Holly back at home I found it almost as hard to put it to her as Alison had done with me. She knew all about Alison’s exceptional curiosity, I’d joked about it with her often enough, but to tell her about what she had requested and moreover, how happy I felt to do it, was really hard.
“Wow,” Holly said quietly, staring ahead after I’d recounted the conversation. “That would be… interesting, I suppose.” I spinelessly tried to cover my tracks.
“It was just a thought she had, she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it… I only agreed because she’s such a lovely girl, she wouldn’t try to make fun of us or tell anyone about it…” Was that really the only reason though? I certainly wouldn’t want to do something like this in front of someone I didn’t trust. But I wanted to show someone, anyone, how badly I loved and desired Holly. Whoever it was, I wanted to leave the certainty of those feelings burned in their brain after they’d seen us together.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Neither have I. But I… well, there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” I ventured nervously. “Have you… ever had that fantasy of people watching you do it?”
“Yes, I have,” Holly confessed, and I felt my clit tingle the same way it did when she first told me she masturbated. “But that was a fantasy, I mean, it’s a turn-on to think about it, but to actually have someone there in the room with you watching…”
I knew I’d made a mistake presuming that it would be her thing. “Yeah, you’re right, this was a bad idea. We shouldn’t do it…”
Holly clasped my face in her fingers and kissed me gently. “Of course we should,” she smiled at me; I loved the way she kept on giving me pleasant surprises. She held my head in front of her, massaging my cheeks with her thumbs as she thought some more about the idea. Finally she looked at me and declared boldly, “Let’s make it a good one, shall we?”
“Oh we will. We will,” I promised her as she embraced me, and soon our clothes were strewn over the kitchen floor.
That turned out to be the last fun we had in quite some time, as Holly had the bright idea of an orgasm ban for a week before we went through with ‘the act’, to make us suitably inspired. It seemed like a good thing at first, but as someone who masturbated at least once a day if not more I was rapidly driven mad by this drought. She didn’t finger herself quite as often, at least not on her own, but from the way she ground her naked body against mine in her sleep I think she was suffering from the lack of release too.
I managed to entertain myself by playfully reminding Alison of our date every time I saw her on campus. She seemed a little reticent to go through with it, as though she was amazed that I kept bringing it up every single time we chatted. But at no stage did she back out, and we fixed the time and place - 7.30 on Friday evening, our apartment. I insisted on her having dinner with us, which she was happy with. What came afterwards, and how long that was going to last, was very much up in the air.
By the time the day dawned, I was absolutely itching to come, and Holly was seemingly determined to drive me even more wild. We had a very long, soapy session in the shower that morning, where she looked deep into my eyes as she massaged my butt, then slid her index finger down my crack and up into my pussy, which she began to rub with enough force to make me drip juices like there was no tomorrow but not enough to give me the finish I was desperate for. She held my chin in her other hand and kissed me, and I moaned my yearning into her mouth. “Please Holly, please…” I whispered hoarsely, my lips resting on her neck.
“No,” she said gently but firmly, and withdrew her finger. Reluctantly I finished washing her thighs and feet, and she stepped out into the bathroom, a dripping wet goddess with her golden hair sticking damply to her shoulders. I slumped back against the wall and spread my legs, intending to finish the job myself, but she saw me in the mirror and turned round instantly. “No touching yourself either,” she told me reprovingly, and I scowlingly obeyed. I went off to campus feeling very unsatisfied indeed, and you don’t want to mess with a horny woman in that state.
I don’t know how on earth I got through that day; I must have started absent-mindedly humping the edge of my seat at least twice during class, but thankfully in such a brief, subtle way that no-one noticed. That one would have been a lot harder to live down than an admission of lesbianism. Finally, classes were over, and I positively raced home to begin preparing for the evening. Holly was already there, as she finished earlier than me, and was neatly setting the table - she was so much more organised than I was, although she had her fair share of mishaps too.
We both got dressed together. She had chosen a classic little black number that emphasised all her curves, as if they really needed any more emphasising. I picked a glittery silver dress which I worried looked a little tacky, but Holly assured me I was stunning in it. Both dresses were very short indeed, which I thought made perfect sense ahead of longer ones or jeans for ease of access later in the evening, but being able to stare at Holly’s endless brown thighs certainly didn’t do much to quell my raging libido.
We were starting to get anxious, more out of anticipation than a worry that Alison would be late, when the doorbell rang and we answered it together. My first thought was that it would be someone like the building inspector and we’d look decidedly over- (or indeed under) dressed, but when I opened the door there she was on the other side, clad in jeans and a short jacket, a shy, sweet smile on her face.
“Wow, you certainly made the effort,” she said as she noticed what we were wearing.
“Thought we might as well do it in style, right Holly?” I said to my girlfriend.
“Yup.”
“Hi, Holly,” Alison said to her timidly, not having met her nearly as many times as me.
“Hi, Alison,” she replied warmly, and indicated that she should come in. “The kitchen’s just through here, that’s where we’re having dinner.” She led the way and I followed at the rear behind Alison. She really was a pretty girl; I related to her because her skin was on the pale side, like me, and I did love her cute face and her long brunette hair. I ogled her for a little too long, and wondered for a moment whether my urges were really getting out of control with this abstinent streak I’d been on.
We all sat down at the table and began enjoying a delicious meal, during which we talked about our work and social life, campus gossip, stories from the past, hopes for the future - anything except what we were about to do, what Alison was about to watch. The prospect just hung there unsaid, unspoken, but what I was doing certainly helped to reinforce it.
After Holly had teased me so agonisingly that morning I decided to get some revenge, and so I began to shamelessly flirt with her right under Alison’s nose. I wanted the latter to see, though I’m sure she already knew, that my attraction to Holly wasn’t something I switched on and off, that I desired her all the time - and I certainly managed to convey that. I squeezed her hand, ran my fingers up her arms and along her shoulders, and through her hair; I listened attentively to her every word, laughing at her jokes and agreeing with her as often as possible. I couldn’t remember ever devoting my focus so wholeheartedly to one person before.
I sensed Alison getting uncomfortable with what I was doing, but I wanted to go as far as I could without actually kissing Holly; that would come later. I was content to feed her mouthfuls of food from my fork, and to gather some sauce on the end of my finger and have her lick it off; the kind of thing that seems sweetly romantic to people doing it, and nauseating to those watching. Alison was too polite to say anything, but even I wouldn’t have gone that far if I wasn’t intent on working Holly into a frenzy. And it was working. I could see in her eyes, she knew what I was doing to her.
After we’d finished dinner, we all went through to the main room and it was clear that nerves were beginning to grip Alison. She sat in the armchair to the right of the main couch, which she’d sensibly reserved for us, and curled up into a tight ball, watching us take our places across from her. Our skirts rode up a long way, and I was pretty sure she caught a glimpse of our underwear, which only made her even more nervous. Holly chatted to her a little bit further, prolonging the small talk to keep her calm and make sure she didn’t suddenly have a change of heart. I was a little annoyed that she seemed to be ignoring me after all I’d done, and I didn’t stay unnoticed for long. Gently, I tugged on Holly’s calf to get her attention.
“Would you like to give me a little kiss?” I asked her in a quiet, innocent voice, as though I’d just asked for the lightest, most inconsequential thing in the world. “You know… just a little peck on the cheek or something? A nice little kiss.” As I said it, my eyes were anything but innocent.