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Week 6 — Heather

It wasn’t like she liked girls any more than she liked guys. In fact, she liked guys a whole heck of a lot. It was just that she was curious and when it came to girls, it was Emma that Heather was most interested in.

Heather wasn’t sure what it was about the brunette that seemed to hold her interest. Maybe that was why she was interested. It was because she had no idea why she was interested.

Emma was a cashier at the local drug store. The girl had to be a teenager, Heather thought. She was a quiet girl but she just had that look about her. There was something about her that made Heather think that she was a bit on the naive side.

Yeah. Like considering what she was thinking about, it wasn’t like she was all that much of an expert either.

All the workers in the store wore the same uniform. It was a white top with a blue smock with the pharmacies name emblazoned across the front of the smock. It made a worker at the store instantly identifiable as such but it also tended to squelch a worker’s individuality. Still, there was something about Emma that made Heather long to take that smock off.

Stop it, she told herself as she stood there in line. You shouldn’t be having those thoughts.

Yeah, like that was going to do any good, she told herself. She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to take the smock down and then she wanted to lift the top up, and ...

And then what?

That was the question, wasn’t it. She was good at getting her fantasies going but it was hard to finish them off.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?”

It took Heather a moment to realize that the man behind her in line was talking to her. “What did you say?” she asked.

“I said she’s cute.”

“Who?’

“The cashier girl. Her name’s Emma, you know?”

“Yes,” Heather said. “I know that.”

“She’s cute.”

“I, um, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Really? I would have thought you would have.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” the man said nonchalantly. “I just thought ... but never mind. It’s nothing.”

Heather could have let it go. She probably should have let it go, she told herself but she was sure the man meant something by that and in spite of herself, she just had to know what that was. “It’s not nothing,” she said. “You meant something by that.”

“Meant something by what?”

Was she wrong, she wondered. Had she misread the situation? She couldn’t have misread it. She was usually a very good judge of character. “You said she was cute. You meant something by that.”

“You mean other than the obvious fact that Emma is in fact cute?”

Heather nodded.

“Well, I suppose what I meant was that other than the fact that she’s a very cute girl, I’ll bet she has very cute tits and I’ll bet you’d like to see those tits.”

“W-what?!”

“I said I thought that other than her being a very cute girl, I’d bet—”

“I heard what you said,” Heather said in a near whisper. “What I meant was I’m not into girls.”

“Are you sure? I mean just look at her. It’s not just the tits you know. Look at those lips and look at her eyes. Especially her eyes. She’s got very dark eyes.”

“What about them?”

“Like I said. Very expressive eyes. Wouldn’t you love to just look down and see those eyes looking up at you from between your legs?”

Oh my God, Heather thought. It wasn’t like she’d really had that thought before but now that the man had put that thought in her head ...

“I ... I’m not that way,” Heather stammered.

“Not what way?”

“I’m not into girls,” Heather hissed.

“Well maybe not into all girls, but her,” the man said with a nod of his head. “I think you’re definitely into her. My name’s Blake by the way.”

Oh my God, Heather thought. Was it that obvious?

And then it was her turn at the front of the line. Emma rang the few items she had up. “Is that all?” she asked.

Heather found herself looking into Emma’s eyes. The man was right. They were expressive.

“Is that all?” Emma asked again.

“Y-yeah. That’s all.”

“Your total’s thirty-two forty-seven then.”

“I’ll use my debit card.”

“Sure thing. You can go ahead and slide it now.”

Heather slid her card as she was requested to do and moments later, Emma was handing her her receipt. “There you go,” she said. “I hope you’ll come back here real soon.”

Heather left the store but she couldn’t help but think about Emma’s words. I hope you’ll be coming back here real soon.

That night, she found herself dreaming about Emma and her eyes. She was naked and so was Emma but that wasn’t important. What was important was that Emma was between her legs and when she looked up at Heather, she smiled. “I just love doing this,” she said. “I just love licking your pussy,” and then just to prove the point, she’d done exactly that.

Of course, it was all just a dream, Heather told herself the next morning and that was ALL that it was. Just ... a ... dream.

“Fancy meeting you here again.”

Heather turned to find the same man standing behind her in line as had been behind her the day before. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I think I’m waiting line line to make a purchase,” the man said. “Why? What are you doing here?”

“The same.”

“Really? If I didn’t know better, I might have said that you had some ulterior motive.”

“An ulterior motive,” Heather laughed nervously. “Why whatever do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I just thought that you might be thinking about our girl Emma again.”

“I was not thinking about Emma.”

“Yes. That’s right. Not thinking really. Fantasizing would be much more like it.”

“I am not fantasizing about her,” a now panicky Heather said. “I just happen to be standing in line here ... just like you, and you’ll notice that I’m not accusing you of fantasizing about her.”

“No, of course you’re not but tell me, which do you think is better. Her licking your pussy ... or you licking hers.

Before, her fantasies had centered around Emma licking her pussy, but now there was something new. What would it be like, Heather wondered. She knew what she liked but what would it be like to lick another girl’s pussy.

“I can tell someone’s thinking about it,” the man said.

“No, I’m not,” Heather whimpered although truth be told, she wasn’t sure just who exactly she was trying to convince.

“I understand,” the man said conspiratorially. “You young girls, you all want to know what it’s like to eat a pussy. It’s totally understandable but watch out. You might find that one lick is never enough.”

Heather wanted to tell the man to shut up, that it really wasn’t the way he was making it out to be but before she could do that, the line moved forward and suddenly, she found herself face to face with the beautiful Emma.”

“Hello again,” the girl said.

Heather mumbled something incomprehensible but all the while, she was staring at the girl in front of her and now that the thought was there inside her head, she just couldn’t seem to get it out. What would it be like to eat Emma’s pussy?

“Is something wrong?”

“Um, no,” Heather stammered. “Everything is ... it’s fine. There’s nothing wrong.

“Oh.”

“I was just distracted for a moment.”

“Oh. That’s okay. That’ll be twelve forty-eight today.”

Heather quickly handed over the payment and then she was on her way. Anything, she told herself. She’d do anything to get away from Emma.

But as Heather would soon discover, getting away from Emma was hardly something that could be done simply by making a quick exit.

It was just a phase, Heather thought nervously as she arrived at home. Okay, Emma was cute and okay, she’d never been with another girl before even though she’d always wondered what it would be like.

Stop that, she told herself. She wasn’t like that. It was just something she thought and besides, Emma probably wouldn’t want to have a girl coming onto her anyways.

But still, there was just that thought. It would have been nice.

The next day was cloudy. Winter was coming but it wasn’t quite here yet, Heather thought, but the sky looked like it just might be coming any minute now. It was definitely time for something a little warmer, Heather told herself.

She’d dressed in tight jeans and a loose top and around the office, she knew she was getting noticed. It was the jeans, of course, the brunette told herself but it was always the same when she wore those jeans. She’d noticed Gary Johnson turning to watch her when she walked by him at the copier and Rick Gordon’s eyes had practically popped out of his head when he’d seen her get off the elevator. Yeah, she told herself. This was what she liked. She liked it when guys noticed her body.

Around about lunch time, she dialed up one of her friends. “Hey, Jean,” she said, “you ready for lunch?”

“Oh man, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You know, Mr. Simmons. He wants those reports done by the end of the day.”

“So?”

“So I’m going to have to work through the lunch hour to get them done.”

“He’s a slave driver. You know that.”

“Oh man,” Jean said with a giggle. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that.”

“Why not? He’s not listening, is he?”

“No, but—”

“But what? You deserve to come out and play.”

“I can’t,” Jean wailed.

“Chicken.”

“I know but I can’t.”

“I guess I’ll just have to go out by myself. It’s too bad because if I meet a cute guy and if he has a friend, I’ll have to keep them both for myself because you didn’t want to come play.”

“You could always bring me something back to munch on,” Jean suggested hopefully.

“Oh sure. I can see you getting eaten at your desk.”

“Heather,” her friend said in a shocked voice.

“What?” Heather said although she realized exactly what it was she’d just said but more than that, she had the image of her doing the eating.

“What you said,” Jean said.

“What’d I say?” Heather asked with as much innocence as she could muster. “I said you were going to be eating at your desk. What did you think I said?”

“N-nothing.”

“Are you sure because you don’t sound so sure.”

“I must have ... I must have misheard you?”

“Misheard what?”

“N-nothing.”

“Well, if you’re sure you don’t want to get something to eat?”

“I, um, I better stay here,” Jean said.

“Suit yourself,” Heather said and with that, she hung up the phone and yet for all her bravado, Heather had no idea what she was going to do. It might have been fun if Jean had come with her but if she was going to eat alone, she might as well go to the cafeteria.

The only thing was she didn’t want to go to the cafeteria. What she wanted was to go out but she didn’t want to go out alone.

Fine, she told herself. Maybe she’d just go out for a walk. There was a deli down on the corner. They always got busy around lunch time but who knew, she thought with a smile, maybe she would meet a cute guy there, and if he did have a friend, then that was just too bad for Jean.

She was still sitting in the deli when the skies suddenly opened up. She’d been done with her lunch long ago but she’d been people watching. Now, she was going to have to race back to work or she was going to get drenched but that was her fault, she told herself. That was her fault for not getting back to work before it started to rain.

She got to the doorway of the shop and she saw it was even heavier than she’d thought it was. People were rushing in and while she might have had a jacket, she most certainly didn’t have something to cover her head. This was beginning to look worse and worse.

There was nothing she could do about it, though. She was just going to have to run for it.

She’d barely gotten out of the shop when she saw the girl. She was standing at a bus stop and she was shivering in the rain and Heather could see right from the start that even without a hat, she was a heck of a lot better off than the girl at the bus stop.

The girl at the bus stop was wearing jeans. At least the brown-haired girl had gotten that much right but her top was light and insubstantial and it was hardly suited for wintertime wear and as bad as that was, the girl wasn’t even wearing a jacket. It was all so totally wrong.

But she didn’t have time for the girl at the bus stop, Heather told herself. She had to get back to the office and she had to get out of the rain, only ...

Only there was something about the brown-haired girl, something that was making Heather stop.

What are you doing, she chastised herself. You have to get back to work but already she was hurrying over to where the girl was standing. She tapped the shivering girl on the shoulder. “Pardon me,” she said.

The girl turned and to Heather’s surprise, she could see that the girl was Emma.

“It’s you,” Heather said.

“Oh hi,” the clearly miserable girl said.

“What are you doing here?” Heather asked.

“Freezing,” the girl said.

“Oh my. We got to get you out of this rain.”

“No. I need to wait for the bus.”

“Nonsense. What you need is to get yourself dried off.”

The girl shook her head miserably. “What I need is to get home.”

It only took Heather a moment to realize just what it was she was going to do. “Come on,” she said.

“What?”

“I’m going to give you a ride home.”

“What?”

“I’m going to give you a ride home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you telling me you want to wait here?” Heather asked.

It only took one last look at the bus stop before Emma shook her head. “I don’t want to wait,” she said.

“Come on then. Let’s go.”

“O-okay,” the girl stammered.

“Come on. Let’s get my car.”

“Okay.”

“So where do you live?” Heather asked when the two of them were seated in her car.

“I’m over in Riverdale,” Emma said.

“Riverdale? That’s all the way across town.”

“Is it too far,” Emma asked worriedly.

“What? No, I was just making an observation. And now, off we go.”

It wasn’t long before Heather was pulling her car up in front of an apartment building. “Why are we stopping?” Emma asked.

“This is my place,” Heather said.

“Your place?”

“I thought maybe we should get you out of those wet clothes.”

“W-what?”

“You’re going to catch your death of cold if you stay like that,” Heather said.

“I know. That’s why I’m going home.”

“Yes but my place is closer.”

“But—”

“We’ve got to get you out of those clothes.”

Already, Heather was getting out of her car and to a bewildered Emma, it seemed as if she didn’t have any choice but to follow but she tried to plead her case one more time. “Really,” she said, “you don’t have to do this.”

“Nonsense,” Heather said as she put the key in her door’s lock. “I know I don’t have to do it, but I want to do it. Come on inside.”

Having nothing better to do, Emma followed Heather inside.

“You can take your clothes off here,” Heather said once she’d closed the door behind them and while the two of them were still standing in the entryway of her apartment.

“What?”

“You can take your clothes off here.”

“But I ... I can’t.”

“Sure you can,” Heather said. “Look at how wet you are. Those clothes have to be terribly uncomfortable.” Of course, what Heather neglected to mention was that she was enjoying immensely seeing just how wet the other girl was and just how much the clothes seemed to just cling to her body.

“I don’t know,” Emma said.

“What’s to know?” Heather asked. “You can’t go around in wet, cold clothes like that. Now take those clothes off and you can take a warm shower and then you can borrow some of my clothes to wear home with you.”

“Are you sure?” the girl asked.

“Of course, I’m sure.”

Emma was reluctant at first but her clothes were cold and they were wet and they weren’t getting any warmer. “If you’re sure,” she said one last time.

“I’m sure.”

The younger woman was reluctant and somehow that just made it even hotter, Heather thought as she watched the girl pull off her clothes. Off came the flimsy top and off came the bra that was hardly needed at all. The girl lifted up her jeans and Heather noticed she was wearing boots but then she wasn’t wearing those for long, and then she opened her jeans and she was pushing her jeans past her hips and it wasn’t long before her panties were following suit.

God, Heather thought. The girl had a shaved pussy. Damn, that was hot, almost as hot as the girl stood there trying to cover herself up.

“Where’s the bathroom?” Emma asked.

“What?”

“You said I could take a shower,” Emma reminded her.

“Oh yeah. It’s down the hall there. First door on the left.”

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” Heather said as she watched the other girl walk away. Damn, that girl had a nice ass. In fact, she had a really nice ass.

The first thing she did was to pick up her phone and call into work. She was feeling a bit under the weather, she told her boss as she heard the water start to run. Yes, it was a bit sudden, she told him but she was starting to feel a bit flushed and a little bit hot and really, she thought, neither one of those statements were all that far off the truth.

Her boss told her that he hoped she’d feel better real soon and as Heather was hanging up the phone, she couldn’t help but think that that was exactly what she was hoping, too.

Heather started to strip off her clothes even as she moved towards the bathroom.

She could hear the water running even as she put her door on the handle. “How are things going in here?” she asked.

“They’re going good,” she heard the girl say.

“That’s good,” Heather cooed as she moved towards the shower. “I just wanted to make sure everything was fine.”

“Everything’s good,” the girl said again.

“That’s good,” Heather said as she reached for the door to the shower.

“Hey,” the surprised girl said as she heard the door to the shower open. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay,” Heather said as she stepped into the shower.

“Oh my God.”

“I thought maybe I could help,” Heather said as she picked up a bar of soap.

“Oh my God,” the other girl moaned again.

Heather let a soapy hand slide over the other girl’s body. “You know, you’re very pretty.”

“Oh my God.”

“I love your little titties. They’re so nice and perky.”

“Oh my God.”

“Do you like my tits?” Heather asked.

“Y-yeah.”

“You do?”

“Mm hmm. I’ve always wanted ...”

“You’ve always wanted what?”

“I, um, I’ve always wanted ... I’ve always wanted to see your tits.”

“You’re kidding.”

Emma shook her head.

“And what about this?” Heather asked as she let her hand slide down on the other girl’s body. “Have you always wanted to feel my hand between your legs.”

“Mmm yeah,” the girl moaned.

“But maybe you’ve always wanted a little something more than that.”

Emma didn’t say anything.

Heather kissed the other girl. “Do you want something more?” she asked.

“Y-yeah.”

“I thought maybe you would,” Heather said. “Maybe you’d like to have me lick your pussy.”

“Yeah,” the other girl said.

It was amazing, Heather thought. She would never have been this forward before and yet somehow she knew, she knew she was right, and each time she was proved right, she just got that much bolder. “Perhaps we should move the party out of here?” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I think we’d be a lot more comfortable in my bed.”

“Yeah,” the girl agreed.

“But first you’re going to have to let me do something for you.”

“What?”

“You’re going to have to let me dry you off.”

“Okay.”

The women stepped out of the shower and Heather used a fluffy towel to dry Emma off and then it was Emma’s turn to return the favor.

“Are you ready?” Heather finally asked.

“Ready?”

“Are you ready for me to eat your pussy?”

“Mmm,” the girl moaned. “I am so ready.”

“Me too,” Heather said as she led the other girl to her bedroom.

“Lie down,” Heather told the girl and Emma did exactly what she was told to do.

“Spread your legs,” Heather said and again, Emma did exactly what she was told to do.

Heather couldn’t believe how hot the girl looked as she looked down at her with her little shaved pussy and she knew she was going to enjoy this as she climbed up onto the bed and let herself slide between Emma’s legs. “Do you want me to lick you?” she asked. “Do you want me to lick your pussy?”

“Mmm yeah,” the girl moaned and that was the only encouragement that Heather needed as she let her mouth slide between Emma’s thighs.

It was so easy, Heather thought. It was so easy for her tongue to find that special place and when she found it, it was so easy to keep coming back to it again and again and again, especially when each time she did made Emma moan.

The girl was playing with her tits as Heather ate her pussy and Heather couldn’t help but find that hot but even hotter was the way her body just seemed to writhe to the beat of her moans.

“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God.”

Still, Heather ate her.

“Oh my God,” the girl moaned a little more frantically.

And still, Heather ate her.

“Oh my God,” the girl moaned loudly and this time, she wasn’t just moaning. Even as her hips bucked under Heather’s arms, her pussy came and all the while, Heather’s tongue was there to lick up her juices.

Finally, Heather pulled back. “Did you like that?” she asked.

“You know I did,” Emma replied.

“I’m glad.”

“You know I did,” Emma said again, “but you know what else I want.”

“What?”

“Come up here and I’ll show you,” the girl said.

“Maybe I can guess for myself,” Heather said as her tongue once more slipped between the girl’s legs.

“Oh God,” the girl moaned.

“I’ll bet that means I guessed right,” Heather said with a smile and Emma couldn’t help but moan as Heather’s tongue once more slipped between her legs.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. Someone likes this a lot.”

“Yeah,” Emma moaned as her body once more succumbed to the other woman’s tongue.

Heather wasn’t talking anymore but then she didn’t really need to say anything. After all, her tongue was saying everything now that needed to be said.

“Oh yeah,” Emma moaned as her hands once more played with her tits. “Oh yeah. Eat me. Eat me.”

Heather was doing exactly that.

“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum.”

And still, Heather’s tongue did it’s dirty work.

“Oh my God,” Emma screamed as Heather’s tongue once more took her over the edge. “Oh my God. That’s so good.”

And still, Heather’s tongue continued to lick even after Emma’s pussy had run its course.

“Come here,” Emma urged again.

“Are you sure?” Heather asked. “It seems like you could you a little more attention.”

“No, please. Come here,” Emma urged. “Please.”

“Please, huh?”

“Yes, please.”

“All right,” and with that, Heather was moving up and then she was snuggling next to the other woman.

Emma kissed her. “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said.

“Have you now?”

Emma nodded and she kissed Heather again. “Ever since I saw you the first time in my line, I’ve always wanted to do this.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Heather asked.

“Why didn’t you?”

“Touche.”

“Hmm?”

“I said I agreed with you.”

“Oh. You know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

“What?”

“This,” Emma said as she pushed her breasts up against Heather’s. “I’ve always loved your breasts.”

“My breasts?”

“Mm hmm. I’ve always wanted to feel what it would feel like to have my breasts touching yours.”

“How’s it feel?”

“It feels great but you know what else?”

“What?”

“This,” the girl said as she pushed Heather onto her back and then in the next moment, the girl was straddling Heather’s body and her hands pushed Heather’s hands up and pinned them above her head. “Can you feel how wet my pussy is?” she asked. “Can you feel how wet you’ve made me?”

“Yeah?”

“You can? Ooh, I’m glad ‘cause I want you to feel it. I want you to feel it all. Can you feel how wet my pussy is?” the girl asked as she ground her pussy over Heather’s waist.

“Yeah.”

“You made me like that,” Emma said. “You made my pussy wet and now I’m going to return the favor.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Emma said as her lips kissed their way down over Heather’s body.

There was little doubt where those lips were going and Heather’s pussy was ready to receive them when they arrived. Emma hesitated for just the briefest of moments and then her tongue was there, licking at Heather’s pussy. “Oh yeah,” Heather moaned. The girl, it seemed, knew just where to put her tongue. “You’ve done this before,” Heather said.

“Hmm?”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Me? No. You’re my first.”

“But you’re so good at it.”

“Maybe it’s just because I’m inspired.”

“Inspired by what?”

“Do you really need to ask that?” Emma asked as her tongue once more returned to its work.

And besides, did it really matter how she’d gotten that good. What mattered was that she was going to make her cum.

She was almost there. She was right on the verge. She was so close and then she wasn’t on the verge anymore. She was cumming hard in Emma’s willing mouth and when it was over, the little brown-haired girl looked up at her. “How was that?” she asked.

“That was great,” Heather gushed.

“I certainly hope so because I’d like to do it again. I hope it was everything you’ve ever wanted.”

And it was, Heather realized. It was exactly what she’d wanted.