duo.txt ΙΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝ» Ί DUO Ί Ί by William E. Bilbro Ί ΘΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΌ Now that he thought about it, Sharon had seemed excited about something all morning. She seemed preoccupied, and had made sure Dan would be able to join her during lunch, which came at an hour's break between classes for both of them. Now they walked side by side along the edge of the park among spring green trees and new grass. Few students were about. Sharon had not spoken much; she was lost in thought. But she smiled a lot. "Well?" Dan finally said. "Wondering, hmm?" She grinned at him. "Agonizing. Can't pay attention in class. What's up?" They stopped. Sharon turned to face him, hooking fingers in his belt loops. Her eyes glowed beneath her bangs and her smile warmed him. "I just wanted the moment to be right, that's all. When we could be alone and not be disturbed. Sit." Dan sat on the ground with his back against a tree. Sharon made him lift his knees and then settled into his lap straddling his hips. She leaned backward against his thighs. She looked him straight in the eye and held his face in her soft hands. "Last night, Danny, I slept with Trilla. We made love..." The risk was great, but her faith in what they had built together was stronger than her fear of his reaction. "Oh, Shay..." She touched his lips with her fingertips. "Wait. It was fantastic. I enjoyed every instant. It's brand new, Danny. Not like anything I've ever done before, except maybe our first time. But even different than that." "Are you happy about it? Obviously you are, by your smile." "Yes, Dan. I feel like I have my hands around a tiny sweet secret, all mine." "No guilt?" "Well, I've been waiting for it, and there hasn't been any. My only worry was how you would take it." "Do you really think anything you could do could change how I feel about you?" "No, hmm?" "Not hardly." "You sure this is O.K.?" "Yes. Kiss me." Sharon leaned forward and embraced him, and they kissed as though teenagers. Dan stroked her long smooth legs, bare under shorts. He caressed her back beneath her loose blouse. Sharon pressed her breasts into his chest. "You know, this may go further than either of us suspect." "How's that?" "Well, Trilla's not a lesbian." "No?" "No! You dummy. She screws Ray left and right." "So?" "So, Sir," she wriggled on his legs. "How'd you like to ball two babes?" Dan laughed. "And Trilla is kinda cute, right?" Sharon asked. "Kinda." Sharon relaxed her body down on Dan, rested her chin on his shoulder. He kissed her neck with small light kisses. "I'm bi, Danny. Let's face it. I'm bisexual." "Is it that, Shay? Really? Or is it your feelings for Trilla? Your love for her?" "I don't know. If I wind up relating this way to any other women in the future I'll know, I guess. Does it matter?" "Not at all. This is your Dan you're talking to, remember?" "Yeah." "Tell me about it." "I don't know whether I can. I've never touched a woman before, besides myself. And that's so personal. I mean, I know just what I like." "Give me some words." "Umm, well, give me a minute." She thought. "Smooth. Gentle. Accurate, incredibly accurate. Delicate. Solicitous." "What?" "Well, she's so sensitive. About me, what I need." Uh oh, she thought. Just a touch of jealousy? Envy? Men! They think with their penises. "Dan, does this bother you?" He was quiet for a moment. "I don't think so." "Because if it does I will stop it right now. I can't have you feeling threatened." "Sharon, its just different. You have made love to someone else besides me. That does take a little gettin' used to. As long as you love me everything's O.K." "I do, Danny. You know that. It is just a different thing with her. You, Dan, you, sometimes you just come on and, whew, you fuck me. Just like that. No question, no hesitation. Just, boom and you're on top of me and at it." "You do that to me." "I know. It's O.K. It's sexy. I love it. I always come, you know that. You know how to be romantic, too. Trilla knew all the steps. Perfectly." "Maybe I could learn something from her." "Maybe. Dan, listen. All the things about women that you, as a man, have had to learn by trial and error Trilla knows already. Please don't try to compete with her. You can't in this respect. We are two women. You know, she could learn some things from you, too. I sensed some timidness at times. But then this was our first time." "Is she pretty?" "A dream. A wet dream. I can't begin to say it. She's a mirage, a daydream. Her body's a classic. Small, firm breasts, nipples the color of her lips, tiny waist, legs long for her height. Her cunt alone is a thing of beauty. Her hair there is even lighter than that on her head; you can see through it it's so fine. And long when it's straight, like after we made it and it was so wet. Before we did it she'd showered and her cunt looked like a curly little spun silver powder puff. She lubricates slowly, though." "Your size difference have any effect?" "Yeah, definitely. A 69 would be tricky." Dan sighed and put his head back against the tree. "What's the matter?" He shrugged. "A bit much to assimilate." Smiled. " I can't imagine you kissing Trilla between her legs." "We'll show you." "If it's O.K. with her." "Oh, it is. I asked her. She's wanted a three-way with us for a long time. Do you believe it? All this time and never a word." "You don't mind?" "`Course not. She's my best friend. And I love you for more than just your penis, Danny." "You said she's felt this way for a long time. You mean toward us? Or toward you?" "Don't know, exactly. Probably toward me. Last night she told me she had actually masturbated herself five climaxes after seeing me naked the first time. Before we were roommates. She really turns on. Wild little thing." "Then what changed things? What started it?" "We've been in the same room now for two weeks, you know." Sharon got off Dan's lap and lay down on her back between his thighs, her head on his stomach. "She's seen me undressed almost full-time; I sleep naked you know, and study topless, or bottomless if it's cold. I guess it just finally got to her. And it's strange. I never gave her nakedness a second thought. Till last night." "How'd it start?" "We kinda fell into it. It was late, after I left you, I was horny anyway. We snuck a shower together afterward." "Sharon! You're gonna get thrown out of that dorm!" "We'll be careful. Besides, you and I have had some close calls, too." "True. Tell me more." They sat quietly, listening to the wind in the trees and the grumble of diesels on the interstate, while Sharon told him how she and her friend had first touched each other's bodies, and how much they liked it. It began innocuously enough. Sharon had returned from her date with Dan at midnight, just before the dorm closed. The bedtime shrieks and laughter heard in the halls of any collegiate women's dorm had tapered off as rooms closed and girls went to sleep. She found Trilla curled in her rocker in her bathrobe, halfway through a joint. A shut textbook lay on the desk beside her. "You beat me home." "Yeah. Ray had to study and I had about half a chapter to read. Want some of this?" "Thanks." Sharon dropped her purse on the windowsill and removed her jacket. She took the joint from her friend and inhaled deeply. "How's Dan?" "O.K. How's Ray?" "Alright, I guess. You'd never guess what the jerk did tonight." "What?" "We were coming out of the library, right? After looking at some slides for Anthropology?" "Yes?" "We're right at the top of the stairs. Ray's talking his usual 200 words a minute, and I happen to see that someone has left an orange on the second stair." "Oh no." Sharon giggled. "Yep. He couldn't have hit it better if he'd been aiming for it. I couldn't warn him in time. Squash. Flat goes the orange. Up go Ray's feet. Down goes Ray." "You couldn't catch him?" "It happened so quickly. And he was holding his books on my side. I reached, but by then he was on his way. Thirteen stairs on his butt. Books and papers everywhere. What a maroon." Sharon's stifled laughter filled the room, mixed with Trilla's. The blonde shook her head. "Is he O.K.? Not hurt?" "Naw. Just his pride. You know Ray. I laughed like crazy. He was huffy for a while but he got over it. He's such a stuffed shirt." "Oh Trilla, they all are once in a while. Danny would have done the same. You mean a lot to Ray." "I just wish he'd slow down and relax. He walks around in dazes. He didn't even notice the flower I had in my hair." "Some guys are like that." "You going to bed right away?" "I'm jumping in the shower now. Why?" "I'm wondering whether I should keep reading. I'm a little too stoned, I think. But I don't feel like sleeping." "Well, I'll be back in a minute. We'll sit and gossip." "O.K." Sharon stripped, put on her robe, took a towel, and left. She did not see Trilla's gaze follow her out the door. When she returned, pleasantly damp, warm, and turbanned, Trilla was vainly attempting to read her book. "Any luck?" "None. It'll have to wait." Sharon stepped out of her bathrobe and sat at her desk. She adjusted the small mirror and began removing the remnants of her eyeshadow. Trilla left her rocker and sat on the bed next to her, watching. "Whatcha lookin' at, Trillie?" "You. Why do you fuss with that stuff?" Trilla rarely, if ever, wore makeup. Her complexion was so light that even the softest shades looked like paint on her skin. "We're not born perfect, my dear. My eyes are so pale that I need a little color on top." Sharon watched the little blonde out of the corner of her eye. She knew Trilla, and that look meant she was leading up to something. Trilla's eyes were big and round and serious-looking. ("I think that's when I first figured she was about to begin, Danny." "Why?" "Because her face goes so serious when she's thinking hard. And her glance kept dropping to my breasts." "Interesting. What next?" "I decided to let her make whatever moves she thought she needed. I wasn't in any hurry. And then...") Trilla sighed deeply, and at this Sharon looked up and returned her stare, smiling slightly. "Out with it, Blondie. Tell me." Trilla stood, and in one fluid motion, shrugged her robe off her shoulders. She took one step toward Sharon, sighed again, bent over, and tilted Sharon's head back gently with her hands. She brought her head down, hovered over Sharon`s face for one eternal instant, and then kissed Sharon full, long, and solidly on the mouth. Sharon's senses whirled. She felt Trilla's fragrant blonde hair brush her shoulders and neck. Trilla's hands were warm and delicate on her face. Their lips touched, pressed together, molded together. Sharon received the kiss gratefully, flattered, and returned it boldly when Trilla's tongue-tip darted between her teeth. She put her fingertips on the blonde's neck and shivered when Trilla's tiny stiff left nipple touched the crest of her shoulder. Trilla moved her lips from Sharon's mouth and kissed her cheeks, the bridge of her nose, her eyes, her forehead. "What are you doing, Trilla?" whispered Sharon, hypnotized by her friend's radiating warmth; drawn by her nearness. "I can't help it, Shay. I just can't help it." Trilla's voice was soft and husky. "You're so beautiful, so feminine. I have to. I had to risk it." "You've felt this way for a long time?" "Yes." "Have you done this before?" "Yes." "Show me." ("That was it, Dan. I didn't even stop to think about it. She turned me on. Imagine losing your cherry twice." "You, young lady, only had one to lose. And we both know who got that one." Sharon tickled his knees until he had to pin her arms down, the effort of which left them both laughing and breathless. "Continue." Dan puffed.) Trilla brought Sharon to her feet, and they embraced, and kissed, again. Though six inches taller than her tiny companion Sharon felt no awkwardness; they touched softly at first, a fleeting small pressure of nipples, pubic hair, thighs. Then they closed tightly, made full contact, fitted hill and hollow, a knee between knees, stomachs flattened together, and two sets of young breasts. Wordlessly they reclined, still kissing, on Sharon's bed. Trilla caressed Sharon's arms, her sides, her sloping waist, her thighs, and finally, figuring she was way past the point of no return, Sharon's breasts. Goosebumps rose on Sharon's back when Trilla's gentle hand closed around her left breast, and squeezed. Her nipple stiffened instantly into Trilla's palm, and the blonde teased it puckered with her middle fingertip. The breast was full and heavy, firm and erect in Trilla's cupping hand. And for the first time in her life Sharon touched the naked breasts of another woman. Trilla's were small but exquisitely shaped rounded cones with tiny pink buttons in their centers. Sharon could cover one with her hand, and did just that, with each, until she was rewarded with two erect breast-tips. They were firmer than her own, less mobile. Sharon was fascinated. Now Trilla gently pushed Sharon to her back and went up on her hands and knees over her, watching her eyes. "I'm gonna make you come like skyrockets." Trilla said, lowering her mouth to Sharon's left nipple. She held it between her lips and sucked. Sharon moaned and pulled Trilla's blonde head down into herself. Her legs opened and quivered. "Trilla, tell me what to do. This isn't just your show any more." Trilla came up with a smile from Sharon's breast. "I knew it! You love this." "Oh, I do, Trilla. Don't stop. Don't stop." Trilla lay down atop the brunette, between Sharon's parted thighs. They felt their pussies mingle and bump and now both their bodies were heated and damp. Trilla squirmed, dragged both her nipples across Sharon's breasts, nudged Sharon's cunt with her knee. There was wetness there. And with that, finding her apprehension unfounded, Trilla's expression went from wide eyes to honest human lust. She went after Sharon. "Let's see what you look like, Shay." Trilla rose to her knees between Sharon's legs. First she took Sharon's left leg, bent the knee, and rotated it outward. Then she repeated this with Sharon's right leg, leaving Sharon's long, lissome legs spread-eagled before her, and Sharon's brown-fleeced naked cunt upthrust, open, and inviting. Sharon grinned happily under Trilla's appreciative stare and spread her legs still wider, squirming when Trilla cupped her hand over her dark, glossy pubic bush. Trilla lightly brushed it with her fingers, not touching the skin beneath, fluffing it, teasing it, parting it at the point of its triangle, so that Sharon's labia opened slightly. "Nice?" "Oh, Shay, there are no words...you're beautiful. She have a name?" "Muffy." "Yours or Dan's? "Mine. We've been very close." "Well, Muffy, time to make a new friend." The blonde dropped to her stomach supporting herself on her elbows. She used her two first fingertips to part Sharon's larger pussy lips, which revealed the two naked pink inner gates. These she spread with one fingertip, leaving her finger lodged to the first knuckle in Sharon's vagina. Shining, slick lubrication coated the soft skin here, Trilla explored each ridge and furrow and the brink of the dark hole, and finally, the tiny bead of Sharon's clitoris buried where her smaller lips joined. Glancing up Trilla saw that she had lost Sharon's attention somewhat. The brunette no longer watched. Her head had turned, her eyes were closed, and her hands were on her breasts. She was fondling them, squeezing them, rubbing her nipples; her breath came in short gasps. Trilla smiled to herself, understanding. Now she held Sharon's cunt wide open, and brought her lips down to the circular entrance to Sharon's vagina. The girl's lubricant coated it everywhere, soaking the fragile thin tissue. Trilla sipped it, tasted it, lapped it up till her chin and cheeks gleamed. She pushed her tongue through the opening and felt Sharon's rippled inner walls. She drew her tongue out and replaced it with a stiff finger, then two, and Sharon began to whimper softly. Her hips thrust up into Trilla's face in time with Trilla's gently driving hand. "Tril-la...I can't stop it...I'm coming right now!" Trilla raised her head a fraction of an inch, put out her tongue, and gave Sharon's clitoris one feather light lap. Sharon writhed on the bed, her breath stopped, and then silently she went completely rigid as her climax took control of her. It held her clenched and motionless for five full seconds, then brought her shoulders up off the bed, and then tossed her nerveless back down on the pillow. Trilla withdrew her fingers from Sharon's contracting vagina but kept her hand cupped over her entire pussy, massaging softly to extend and prolong Sharon's orgasm. Sharon panted for breath and lay very still, eyes closed, relaxing. Her hair stuck in wet strands to her forehead. Trilla crept beside her and lay down facing her, licking Sharon's lubrication from her fingers. ("I had nothing to say to her then, Danny. I felt so good it just seemed better to lie there quietly. I think she understood." "I know she did. You certainly showed her. I'm interested, though, in her technique. She's really that good?" "She's an artist. What we'll have to do is all three of us set down and exchange information. And experiment." "You keep coming back to that. I think you want a three-way as badly as she does." "I'd be lying if I denied that.") Trilla rolled to her stomach and pushed her arms under the pillow. Sharon sat up next to her and studied the girl's slender body. Encouraged by her own success in this first encounter with another woman, Sharon began to touch Trilla. She rubbed Trilla's back following the blonde's spine and ribs, pushed her hands around Trilla's ribcage to cup the smaller girl's breasts. She stroked Trilla's pale delicate skin, her shoulders, her arms, her sides, her hips, and kneaded Trilla's tiny, compact, firmly-muscled buttocks, which rose from her lean, tight thighs. Sharon leaned forward. She used both hands to press apart Trilla's buttocks revealing a pink little asshole and the beginning of the crevice which split the bulge of her blonde cunt. With her fingertips Sharon caressed Trilla from the base of her tailbone to the front mound of her pussy, and buried her middle finger lengthwise in the furrow between Trilla's large labia. "You're dry." "Takes some time, Shay. Keep at it." Sharon pushed with the finger and Trilla's cunt yielded and opened. Not completely dry, Sharon thought, her pussy's dampening quickly. Maybe if I...Sharon touched the blonde's clitoris. Trilla purred into the pillow. She spread her legs and raised her trim bottom till it waved in the air. Now Sharon had better access and she leaned still further, trying to reach Trilla's cunt with her mouth, but the position was too awkward so she lay down on her back between Trilla's knees and upraised thighs, staring up into a slightly open cunt and curly blonde pubic hair. Sharon nipped at it with her lips. "You learn fast, Shay." "Good teacher." Sharon murmured, now fondling her own cunt at the return of warmth between her legs. Trilla's fresh healthy female scent dazed her. Trilla came up off her stomach and rose to her knees. Sharon's blue eyes met hers from between her parted thighs. The blonde reached into her cunt and spread apart her pussy, then opened her legs more. This brought her clitoris and the opening of her vagina down on Sharon's lips. Sharon extended her tongue and felt it slide into Trilla's pussy, and now Trilla's lubrication flowed from her; Sharon drank it, swallowed it. Her tongue probed Trilla's vagina, fluttered at the wet rim. Sharon tried to duplicate what she thought Dan did when he pleased her most. She knew he used his tongue very lightly on her clitoris; too rough or too much pressure destroyed the sensation. She must be gentle. But then Sharon was gratified to see Trilla's hands leave her cunt and travel up her body to her breasts. The little blonde put her head back and arched her body, cooing with pleasure at Sharon's intimate kiss. She held her nipples between her fingertips and caressed them lightly. Sharon abandoned her own clitoris and took Trilla's buttocks in her hands. She now had Trilla's clit pinpointed; it had stiffened and had risen from its bed of soaking soft flesh. Sharon kept it within a circle made of her lips, and she sucked it, as though it were a nipple, touched it with her tongue tip. Trilla's hips fluttered and now Trilla's breath came in short, sharp huffs. There was a pout in her voice which grew and hardened as her climax neared. Sharon put all her effort into Trilla's clitoris. Suddenly Trilla's body jerked, jerked again, then stiffened. The blonde gave a breathless cry, then doubled up over Sharon, and her body jumped in automatic contractions, making breaking contact with Sharon's mouth. Trilla collapsed forward on her stomach and sighed in satisfaction. Sharon wiped her wet mouth and nose and cheeks with her hand, thinking, I did it. I made her happy. She likes me. ("You know you're really turning me on..." "I can tell." Sharon fondled Dan's erection through his jeans. She still lay between his legs, though turned to her side with her cheek and one hand resting on the long hard ridge beneath his zipper. "I'll fix it, if you like." "Out here?" "Look around. Nobody. It would be fun." Sharon did not wait for his O.K. She released the button and drew down his fly. His solid penis burst from within like an uncaged animal. Smiling at his need she stroked it, fondled it, kissed it along the silky smooth shaft, then furtively popped it into her mouth. Dan moaned.) The two young women lay snuggled together on the bed in a tangle of sated, contented, bare limbs. For a long time neither spoke. Sharon absent-mindedly played with Trilla's pubic hair. "I must be dreaming, Shay.." the blonde finally whispered. "To touch this skin, this body that I've admired for so long." "How long? " "Since I first met you. And even more after I first saw you undressed, that evening your towel got stuck in the door. You were so nonchalant." "On the outside. I was embarrassed." "Didn't show. Know what?" "Hm?" "I gave myself five climaxes in a row that night. Thinking about you." "Trilla!" "It's true. You were all I could think about for days." "Why didn't you day something? Or do something?" "I didn't know you well enough yet. We weren't roommates . All I knew was that you were another girl on the floor. Granted, the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, but a stranger. I'm glad we're friends now." "Me too. How many lady lovers have you had?" "Just one." "How old were you?" "Fifteen." "That's incredible." "I've been into it two years longer than I've been making love to men. Man, I should say." "You mean Ray's the first?" "Yup." "Which do you like better?" "Which do you like better?" "Trilla!" "Well don't give me this shit. I don't like either better. They are different. I like a good stiff penis just as much as I like boobs. But how can I like one better than the other. You're the best yet, though." "I'm only a beginner." "You show definite promise." Trilla kissed Sharon's neck. "How'd it start, Tril', you and that girl?" "Same as this. We knew. We began. We were just like you were. A little shy, a little scared. Once we got started we got pretty good." "What happened to her?' "Her parents moved." "Ever hear from her?" "Nope. Say, are you gonna tell Danny?" "Of course. I couldn't keep it from him." "What will you tell him?" "The truth." "He won't be mad?" "I don't think so. Trilla, he's different from any other guy I've ever met." "He seems to be. Sometimes I think he can just take you or leave you." "No, now don't mistake unpossessiveness for indifference." "What does that mean?" "Danny loves me very, very much. I know this not because he tells me, but because he shows me. And one way to show me is not to possess me. He knows I'll stay only as long as I want to stay. As long as he lets me stay. He knows that the minute he tries to make me stay, or require me to stay, I'll leave. Probably in the same instant. So he doesn't. He lets it be my choice." "And? I guess that's obvious." "And I'll never leave him. As long as that's his feeling.You know we're seeing other people." "You are? Wow, Shay. What a relationship. What holds you together?" "The desire to be there. If we're meant for each other we'll stay together. Through everything. It's that simple." They were quiet for a time, listening to each other's heartbeats and breathing. "Is he a good lover?" "Fantastic. Gentle, considerate, loving. Impatient sometimes, but again, aren't most men at times?" "Yeah. Think he'd ever like a three-way?" At this Sharon sat up. She sat still for an instant, studying Trilla's eyes. "I'm sorry, Shay. I didn't mean it." After a moment Sharon spoke. "No, don't apologize. I just hadn't thought of that. I bet he would like it. Two women at once, two who relate to each other as well as to him. I think I would, too. And I think you're being sincere." "Whatever that means. Of course I am." "I'll ask him tomorrow." Sharon grinned. "Yes, I'd like that a lot. Best of two worlds." "I need another shower." "Another one?" "Yeah." Trilla held Sharon's gaze for a moment. They smiled at each other, both realizing the possibilities at the time. Trilla fluttered her blonde lashes. "Hurry up." They left the bed and put on their robes. Trilla peeked out of the door; it was very late, and she neither saw nor heard any activity in the hall. "Clear." she said, and the two young women stepped out and walked to the shower room. There they played naked together under the warm gentle spray of a single shower stall. They soaped each other's firm young bodies, kissed in wet, slippery embraces, touched, explored. They held their breasts up and rubbed their nipples together, laughed softly at the tickling touch of four puckered points. They fondled and lathered each other between the legs until Sharon's brunette pussy and Trilla's blonde one vanished under mounds of white foam, which grew thick and heavy and slid down the inner surfaces of long supple legs. Sharon washed Trilla's face with her breasts; Trilla fingered Sharon's cunt to a short, sharp, standing climax with her hand thrust between Sharon's opened thighs. Sharon returned the gift from behind Trilla's bent over body by burying two fingers in the blonde's vagina. Trilla squeaked and squealed in the second orgasm in this ass-high position. "I do believe, Blondie," Sharon whispered, gently probing Trilla's tender asshole, "That you are not only homosexual, not only bisexual, but just the slightest bit anal, too. Is there anything you won't do?" "I won't let anyone fuck me there. I've tried it. It hurts. Would you?" "Not hardly. Unless Danny could absolutely not live without it." "It does feel good to be touched there." "Yes." Neither knew it, but their play had been witnessed, though not directly. One of their floormates entered to use the bathroom and saw two sets of bare feet under the stall curtain. She listened for a moment to their giggles and sighs, clucked her tongue, shook her head at this confirmation of her suspicions, went about her business, and left. Her name was Sarah Beth Trickwood, and her part to play in their lives had not yet begun. (Dan could no longer speak. Sharon's gentle but determined sucking of his penis had brought him quickly to the edge. He held her bobbing head, shivered, and with a thump, came. His penis flooded her mouth with sperm, which she swallowed, still sucking. When Sharon had drained him she let his cock fall from between her lips, wiping her mouth and chin with her fingers. She scanned the area around them, smiled. "See? Nobody saw." "You're too much. You know that?" "Yep. But you love it." "True, true.") Back in their room Sharon and Trilla entwined their naked, moist, glowing bodies around each other and kissed, standing up. "Sleepier now?" Sharon asked. "I am. Can't keep my eyes open." Sharon drew down her bedcovers and got under the sheet, and lay on her side supported on her elbow. She watched Trilla check the door lock and switch off the lights, leaving on only Sharon's small reading lamp above her bed. Trilla opened her own bed; fluffed her pillow. "Trilla?" "Hm?" The blonde turned. Sharon had moved to one side of her bed, and held up her sheet. "Sleep here. Next to me. Bring your pillow." Wordlessly, but with a grateful smile Trilla plopped her pillow down next to Sharon's and gracefully lay down on her back beside her friend's tawny, partially covered body. Sharon covered them with the sheet and settled in facing Trilla. Trilla put her arm around Sharon's shoulders, Sharon crooked her top knee across Trilla's legs. "Can you reach the light?" "Yeah. I got it." Sharon touched the switch and they were in darkness. They snuggled closely. Sharon rested her arm on Trilla's chest, between her breasts. As her eyes accommodated she could just barely see Trilla's delicate profile through the murky stillness. She touched Trilla's chin with her fingertip, followed the line of her neck down into the depression between her collarbones. "I'll talk to Danny about that three-way. I'm sure he'll love the idea. Maybe this weekend? When we can have more time?" "Sounds good. Ray's going home." "You don't want him to know?" "Shay, you don't understand Ray. If I can make him think it is his idea he'll go for it, maybe even join us." "Whoa Trilla! A four-way?" "Well, that may be pushing it a bit far. The point is that I have to `handle' him, or he will freak, first class." "You can do it." "I hope so. I do love him, even though I may not sound like it. Inside he's really just a boy. He has a wonderful sense of humor. And, Jesus, he's smart. Spooky sometimes." "Thank you, Trilla, for this. I'm a little surprised at myself." "Why?" "Oh, I guess because I used to be so straight. Fucking has come naturally, but only because of Dan's patience. He led me through it all. Even helped me deal with my guilt feelings over jerking off." "You do it, too?" "...Yes. Have all my life." "So have I. I couldn't live without it. Let's show each other sometime." "O.K." "Thank you, too, Shay. You are my best friend." They embraced, kissed, slept. "And that's the story." "This weekend, hm?" "Yep." "Chance of a lifetime?" "You'd think so. But for both of us." "Yes." Dan kissed Sharon soundly on her mouth. ΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝΝ Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta, Georgia - (404) 244-7059 Erotica from our OWNGROWN authors