CHAPTER ONE
Heather Walsh settled down under the shade of her favorite tree on campus and leaned back
with a tired sigh, staring out over the throngs of people moving back and forth between
classes. The unexpected stint of warm weather had students dressed in fashions that would
have been inadequate for a typical Long Island autumn. Instead of sweaters and corduroy
pants she was treated to a parade of women in shorts and T-shirts that provided
tantalizing hints of the bodies underneath.
Even Heather had fallen under the spell. Though otherwise reserved and shy, she had
dressed to nab attention in a peasant blouse that showed off her breasts. Her tight denim
skirt might have been stylish, but her reasons for putting it on had nothing to do with
fashion. It just made her ass look great and provided a good look at her long, athletic
legs should someone be interested.
It didn`t stop there.
The long, auburn hair, she otherwise wore pinned up in a prim, bookish fashion now rested
comfortably on her shoulders. Heather ran her fingers through it, sweeping it from her
face. It felt good to let her hair down. She felt sexy, alluring.
Heather took an apple out of her backpack and gazed over the sprawling grounds of Paxton
University, undressing passing women in her mind while she nibbled on lunch ... longing to
nibble on something else that was just as red and fleshy and sweet.
Sitting there under the midday sun, her mind wandered, as it often did, and lewd
fantasies soon filled her thoughts. The scenarios varied in their complexity, from the
mundane to the melodramatic, but inevitably concluded the same way each time – with her
face in Lindsay Barber`s cunt.
Since meeting the president of the Omega Pi sorority at a mixer for new students a month
ago, she had thought of little else. It might as well have been her major, so taken was
she with Lindsay Barber. As a transfer student, she had been the lone sophomore at the
informal welcoming ceremony. The awkward feelings that had kept her near the punch bowl
the entire time soon passed, however, when she`d laid eyes on a slender woman decked out
in tennis shorts and a matching blouse. She had wanted Lindsay then and there. The woman
was stunning, blonde hair cut short, framing a face that suggested sweetness but hinted at
something more sinister now and again. The blouse Lindsay had worn that day showed off a
pair of luscious breasts, small, firm, the kind she just wanted to stuff into her mouth
and suck on forever. Long, tan legs peeked out of the tennis shorts and Heather had
watched them strut across the room and back several times until thoughts of what might be
nestled between them got her so wet she`d had to excuse herself for a moment.
Their introduction had been perfunctory, nothing more, but that fleeting moment had given
Lindsay enough time to capture her heart. She was smitten, and the brief exchange between
them had instigated a month-long crush that at times bordered on obsession. Even her
favorite tree had not been deemed so because of the relief it provided on warm autumn
days, but rather because from there she could watch the woman that had so captivated her
returning from art history class. So it was there she waited with bated breath, nibbling
on the apple she imagined to be Lindsay`s ripe little pussy ... the juices flowing over
her lips Lindsay`s pleasure.
The thought alone made her shudder.
More than a few sleepless nights had been spent fingering herself while she imagined
kissing Lindsay all over. She would start with those pouty, red lips, kissing them
thoroughly before working her way down to one of those delectable breasts. Taking each one
in turn, she would suckle them hungrily until the nipples stiffened in her mouth and
Lindsay cried out for more. Then, at last, she would inch her way down that flat tummy
with soft kisses until she reached the thatch of blonde hair she knew would be waiting for
her. Sometimes she pictured Lindsay with a neatly trimmed bush, while other nights she
imagined her lover completely hairless. But most of the time she dreamed of burying her
face in a tuft of thick blonde curls and inhaling the musky fragrance of womanly arousal.
The moment she got down there she would never want to come up for air again.
Heather felt the sticky warmth seeping between her legs and sighed. So far her fantasies
concerning Lindsay Barber had remained just that, silent yearnings never expressed. She
had tried on several occasions to approach Lindsay but never worked up the nerve to
actually go through with it. The woman was a campus leader, well respected by students and
teachers alike. In all she had done to learn more about Lindsay Barber, Heather had not
heard one ill word spoken of the sorority president. The Omega Pi house was a haven for
the brightest women at Paxton and Lindsay Barber was the cream of that crop. Heather
considered someone like that unattainable. She was just a sophomore majoring in English
Lit; Lindsay was a senior and could pick from hundreds of interested parties. Her chances
hovered somewhere between slim and none.
Mere mortals did not approach a Goddess. It was that simple. Still, she held out hope.
Hence her choice of wardrobe on a warm fall afternoon.
Looking out over the quad, Heather felt the breath catch in her throat. Standing no more
than ten yards away was Lindsay Barber, talking with a small group of female students. The
Omega Pi president looked good enough to eat in a pair of stone washed jeans and a navy
blue polo shirt, backpack slung over one shoulder. Sunlight caught that short crop of
blonde hair, giving the woman an almost ethereal glow. Heather wanted to just reach out
and run her fingers through that spun gold, twining silken strands with lazy affection.
It appeared the group surrounding Lindsay was engaged in a highly animated discussion.
Most of the women standing there Heather had seen around campus. All of them were members
of the exclusive Omega Pi sorority over which Lindsay presided. She watched the small
group of sorority sisters going on and on for several minutes then, abruptly, the meeting
dispersed, leaving Lindsay alone with a lanky brunette Heather vaguely knew from her psych
class. Heather looked over the dark-haired woman, Sharon Parker, and was not unaffected by
the outfit she had on. Khaki shorts and a tank top showed off a curvaceous figure Heather
had first noticed in class. Sharon had long, muscular legs from running track and a
well-defined bosom that turned the heads of both men and women.
It wasn`t the plump breasts bulging out of the tank top that held her attention, though.
Those lovelies were just a minor distraction. Heather`s gaze was fixed on the black
leather collar around Sharon`s neck. It was at least two inches wide and had some kind of
gold pendant dangling from the metal clasp, like a dog license might, though, from where
she sat watching, Heather couldn`t tell what it was exactly. She watched Lindsay cup one
of those ample breasts while leaning closer to whisper in Sharon`s ear. The two women then
headed off together.
Heather stared blankly at the retreating silhouettes of Lindsay and Sharon, jaw slack,
hands trembling so much she had to clasp them together to regain control. The sound of her
heart breaking cracked liked thunder and she was certain the entire campus heard it
reverberating in the air. She felt numb, listless. The sinking feeling in the pit of her
stomach became a hole she hoped would swallow her up so she wouldn`t have to deal with the
pain and rejection. Tears gathered and she willed them back with a concerted effort,
refusing to let the entire school in on her suffering.
But even as the emotional storm ravaged her insides, something about what she had
witnessed nagged at her. Lindsay and Sharon had not behaved like two women in love. Had
she not seen Lindsay`s hand stroking Sharon`s breast she would never have suspected the
two even liked each other. The look in Lindsay`s eyes, up until that hand cupped solid
flesh, had been one of indifference. As for Sharon, the woman looked more resigned than
anything.
No matter the outward appearance and the intimacy associated with fondling another
woman`s breasts, Heather realized there was more to what she had seen than met the eye.
She wanted answers.
Gathering up her things, Heather started off in the direction Lindsay and Sharon had
gone. The unseasonably warm weather meant more students were out and about than usual, and
for a moment she feared losing the two women in the crowd. Her narrowed eyes scanned the
sea of students then spotted a familiar blonde coif bobbing up and down. She honed in on
Lindsay and quickened her pace, all but jogging to catch up with them.
Now that she had them in her sights, Heather fell back a discreet distance. She watched
them, taking in even the smallest detail. Lindsay and Sharon made a curious pair. She
never would have imagined them together. Though both were attractive, intelligent women,
nothing about them suggested chemistry between them. It seemed forced, unnatural.
Heather`s gaze drifted to Lindsay`s tight ass encased in faded denim. God, the woman was
gorgeous! She wanted to get her hands on that little fanny and just squeeze it like an
accordion. Looking at that rear end was like admiring a fine work of art hanging in some
museum, though taking in a Monet or a Rembrandt never left her with a sopping wet pussy.
And no matter how much she admired artists like Da Vinci, not once had she wanted to sink
her teeth into their work. But at that moment she could have devoured Lindsay`s ass for
lunch. Glancing over at Sharon, Heather surprised herself by thinking how the brunette
would make a wonderful dessert.
Lindsay turned at Grayson Annex with Sharon in tow then headed down a short, winding
cobblestone path that led to the plain-looking building just behind it ... the women`s
athletic center.
There was really no way to follow them in without getting caught so Heather stayed back,
giving them a head start inside. She risked losing them but that was better than Lindsay
and Sharon learning that she was on their tail. Heart pounding, she leaned against the
brick wall of Grayson Annex.
The sensible thing to do right now would be to return to her dorm and lock the door.
Whatever arrangement Lindsay and Sharon had was none of her business. But even as her mind
reviewed her logic in this matter, Heather knew she would go where her heart and cunt led
her, and that was wherever Lindsay Barber went.
Stealing a calming breath, Heather put on her most innocent face and headed into the
athletic center. Under normal circumstances, the gym would be teeming with activity, but
with the weather so fabulous students who might otherwise have availed themselves of the
weight rooms and indoor track were outside getting a dose of sun. That left the place
practically deserted.
Heather started down the main corridor, peering inside rooms, finding nothing of much
interest ... though a group of women in leotards doing aerobics did manage to bring a
fleeting smile to her face. Reaching the door to the main gym, Heather spotted Sharon
scooting out a door on the other side. She waded through the forest of half-naked bodies
that was the women`s basketball team warming up for practice and headed out the same door
Sharon had, cutting down a short stretch of hall that connected the women`s locker room to
one of the weight rooms.
Slipping inside, Heather felt the hair on the back of her neck standing on end when she
heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming from somewhere in the back. The room
obviously saw little use for it was being utilized as auxiliary storage space, housing
boxes of various sporting equipment, a metal bin filled with basketballs, and other
athletic necessities. Heather ducked behind a stack of what appeared to be wrestling mats,
creeping toward an erotic chorus of lovemaking that was making her pussy ache, grunts and
whispers, gasps and sighs. She swallowed the lump in her throat and inched closer, feeling
the heat generated by the two women on the other side of the wrestling mats.
Part of her didn`t want to know what was happening over there, but a smaller, more
adventurous part needed to have a look. Summoning all the strength within her, Heather
peered around the corner.
The sight that greeted her made her pulse quicken.
Lindsay had Sharon pinned against the wall and was kissing her with clear hunger. The
hands moving down Lindsay`s back were urgent, needy, something Heather understood all too
well. She crouched down, transfixed, as Lindsay and Sharon devoured each other`s mouths in
a frenzy of passion. Lindsay toyed with the collar around Sharon`s neck and Sharon
murmured wordlessly between kisses.
The air seemed to crackle with raw sexual energy. Heather felt it in her pussy and the
rest of the world melted away. Nothing else existed but the two women going at it in front
of her.
Sharon broke free of the kiss and moaned. Heather soon realized why. The Omega Pi
president had seized one of Sharon`s considerable breasts and was fondling it roughly.
Heather could see Sharon`s hardened nipples straining against the flimsy cotton fabric of
her tanktop and longed to have that it in her mouth. It was firm and plump and cried out
for attention. In answer, Lindsay brushed her thumb over the hardened nub and Sharon
moaned again, a more desperate sound, one that Lindsay silence with a kiss. She still had
Sharon`s breast firmly in hand and was kneading the mound of flesh. There was nothing
gentle in that caress.
Longing to be touched as well, Heather took a handful of her own breast and groped it
like Lindsay was doing to Sharon, imagining it was Lindsay stroking her breast. Her
nipples already hard from watching the two women, Heather tweaked them to rock solid
points.
It was insane! Here she was feeling herself up while she watched Lindsay Barber and
Sharon Parker grinding hotly against each other in a room of the athletic center where
anyone could walk in on them at any moment. But even as common sense shrieked for her to
escape Heather knew she could not leave. She was a part of this, now, and wanted it to go
on ... needed it to go on.
The sound of Sharon whimpering pulled Heather from her reverie. She looked up again and
saw Lindsay lifting the tanktop over Sharon`s head to bare a pair of delicious-looking
breasts. Heather had never seen such beautiful things! Sharon`s tits were perfect globes,
full, round, ideal for suckling. It was clear to Heather she wasn`t the only one that
thought so. She watched Lindsay bend down to snare a nipple between her lips and Sharon
cried out again, raking urgent fingers through Lindsay`s hair as the Omega Pi president
moved from one breast to the other, lavishing those glorious teats with attention.
From the way Sharon arched for more, Heather knew Lindsay was voraciously devouring those
breasts. Though she couldn`t see what Lindsay was actually doing to them, she imagined her
tongue flicking wildly over Sharon`s nipples. Heather rolled her own nipple between her
fingers, imagining Lindsay`s mouth on her, sucking her with abandon. Her fingers moved
between one breast then the other, just the way Lindsay was attacking Sharon`s breasts.
Each touch made her pussy twitch so Heather knew Sharon had to be dripping wet as well.
Sharon was tugging at Lindsay`s shirt now and the blonde stepped back to pull it off.
From her position, all Heather saw were the rounds of Lindsay`s breasts, but from the look
that flickered over Sharon`s face it was obvious the blonde had something wonderful to
offer.
Heather watched Sharon`s hands ease over Lindsay`s hips then slide upwards to cup both
breasts. Lindsay cried out, head tossed back in ecstasy as Sharon pawed at the tits
Heather could only imagine. What she pictured were dainty breasts with small nipples, like
pebbles, that stuck out and begged to be sucked on. Once again, the three of them were in
silent agreement on a course of action. Sharon`s head disappeared from view then Lindsay
groaned with obvious delight, hands on the move as Sharon, Heather assumed, feasted on
Lindsay`s bosom. Her suspicions were soon confirmed.
"That`s it baby," Lindsay muttered. "Suck them."
Heather shuddered. The quiet authority in that voice could have turned the most die-hard
celibate into a cunt-hungry slut. She couldn`t imagine any person in their right mind
defying that commanding tone. It demanded compliance and from the way Lindsay moaned
Sharon was definitely complying. Heather squeezed her own nipples even harder between her
fingers, wanting more than anything to feel a warm mouth on her breast. She didn`t care
whose it was, either. She would have gladly offered herself to Lindsay or Sharon or the
first woman that walked in the door! Watching Lindsay and Sharon touching each other had
her so wound up she would have let the entire women`s basketball team have a crack at her
... anything to scratch the nagging itch between her legs!
Turning her attentions back to the two women in front of her, Heather saw that Lindsay
and Sharon were kissing again. Lindsay fondled Sharon`s naked breast with one hand while
the other slipped between Sharon`s legs. Immediately, Sharon was bucking against Lindsay`s
hand, needing it so much that the blonde laughed at Sharon`s impatience. But Lindsay`s
amusement didn`t stop her from deftly unsnapping Sharon`s khaki shorts and getting a hand
inside them. Sharon moaned into the kiss, cradling Lindsay`s head in her arms.
Heather didn`t need to guess what Lindsay was doing inside those shorts. The look of a
woman having her pussy fingered was unmistakable and it was that very look Sharon now
wore.
Licking her lips, Heather slipped a hand under her skirt and stroked her cunt through the
soaking wet front of her panties. She had to bite down on her lower lip to keep the sounds
of her pleasure from escaping, though at that moment the idea of being discovered didn`t
seem all that terrible. Either she would be forced to leave or invited to join in. Leaving
would be far less tortuous than watching these two gorgeous creatures enjoying each other
without her. But she remained where she was, shamelessly spying on the two lovers while
caressing her pussy with the tip of her finger, caresses that became more intense the
moment she noticed Lindsay pulling down Sharon`s khakis.
Seeing Sharon`s bald cunt made Heather dizzy with lust and she stroked herself faster
still, making small circles around her clit as she looked Sharon over. Sharon`s cunt
looked like a peach, firm and ripe and ready to be plucked. She envied Lindsay, running a
hand over Sharon`s bare pussy, enjoying its smoothness. The slick outer lips unfurled just
a bit to allow a glimpse of ruby-red flesh. Heather had never seen such a scrumptious
treat! She found her clit again and stroked it, watching the other two women through a
haze of self-inflicted pleasure.
Lindsay was pressing the butt of her palm into Sharon`s cunt and making the collared
woman squeal like a trapped little piggy. There was no doubt how badly Sharon needed to
get off but Lindsay kept right on teasing, grinding hard into that hairless pussy until
Sharon was humping her hand in a frantic search for release. Instead of granting it,
Lindsay turned Sharon around and forced her legs apart. The lips of Sharon`s cunt were
clearly visible and Heather couldn`t take her eyes off that glistening wet pussy at first,
but she slowly began to notice Sharon`s ass.
The brunette`s little fanny was round, firm, and the way it stuck out made it easily
accessible from behind. Lindsay noticed that, too, grabbing it underhand and squeezing the
fleshy globes until Sharon moaned.
"God, your ass is tight," Lindsay said. She ran the flat of her hands over
Sharon`s buttocks, making her purr, then, without warning, gave that round little bottom a
firm smack. Sharon cried out.
"Oh! God!"
"Yeah," Lindsay murmured. "I just love a tight ass."
Heather looked on in a mixture of horror, fascination, and deep, deep arousal as Lindsay
administered a swift spanking to Sharon`s bottom. That hand came down again and again,
making Sharon`s buttocks jiggle under the impact. Each blow elicited a sharp cry from the
woman hugging the wall, but if Heather doubted that Sharon was enjoying it she needn`t
look further than the juices streaming down her inner thigh. Heather stuck her tongue out
as if she could catch the sweet honey before it dribbled to the floor.
The sound of flesh smacking flesh continued to fill the room. From where she was, Heather
could see that Sharon`s ass was beginning to turn red from the punishment Lindsay was
dishing out. Lindsay delivered three more sharp blows in rapid succession but when Sharon
cried out under the strain of the last one Lindsay stopped, hand poised to deliver one
more slap to that tender bottom. Heather watched with baited breath, her own hand hovering
above her pussy as she waited for Lindsay to keep going. But instead of resuming the
spanking, Lindsay ran her hands over Sharon`s buttocks to admire her handiwork. The
collared brunette sucked in a sharp, hissing breath and released it.
"Nice," Lindsay murmured. She turned Sharon around and snared her lips in a
fiercely passionate kiss that left Sharon gasping for breath and Heather wishing she could
trade places with the tall, lanky brunette.
It was Lindsay who broke the kiss, pushing Sharon away and gesturing to a freestanding
weight bench that looked like it hadn`t been used in ages. Sharon sat astride it,
reclining back with feet planted firmly on the floor.
"Let your arms hang down," Lindsay ordered.
Sharon did as she was told, slack arms falling to her sides. Nodding in approval, Lindsay
turned and Heather nearly toppled over when she found herself looking at Lindsay`s bare
breasts. The small mounds were the size of tennis balls, capped with firm nipples. But the
one thing that stuck out above all else was the Omega tattoo Lindsay had over her left
breast. It was small, about the size of a quarter, and it took Heather a moment to make it
out at first. The Greek symbol held her in thrall for the longest time, but then she heard
the sound of jeans being unzipped and forgot all about the Omega tattooed on Lindsay`s
breast or how much she wanted to run her tongue over it.
Licking her lips, Heather watched as Lindsay pushed her jeans over those well-rounded
hips to stand naked in front of her. Though she had imagined Lindsay naked a thousand
times over, nothing could have prepared her for the heavenly vision now standing there.
Lindsay was absolutely gorgeous, those small breasts fitting in perfectly with the subtle
curves of her hips. Long, muscular legs stretched with effortless grace and there, between
them, was a thick shaggy bush of blonde hair.
The tuft of fur covering Lindsay`s mound left Heather drooling. It was more beautiful
than she had ever dreamed. God, how she wanted to get her mouth on that pussy!
Lindsay bent down to open the backpack at her feet and pulled out a length of what looked
like a heavy, durable rope. She circled the weight bench where Sharon lay waiting and tied
the collared woman`s wrists together under the bench, which not only secured Sharon to the
bench but also forced her breasts upward. It didn`t look comfortable but Sharon offered no
protest, in word or body language. The woman was totally compliant with Lindsay`s
demands.
Having secured Sharon to the bench, Lindsay straddled Sharon`s face and, using two
fingers to part her cuntlips, lowered herself onto Sharon`s waiting mouth. Lindsay rode
Sharon hard, strong legs bent slightly as she thrust her hips in time to Sharon`s efforts.
Heather could hear Sharon lapping frantically at the folds of Lindsay`s pussy, and from
the look of bliss that spread across Lindsay`s face it was clear Sharon knew what she was
doing.
"Shit, yeah," Lindsay growled. "That`s it, slut. Lick out my pussy."
Heather reached down and began rubbing her own cunt more vigorously. She didn`t care if
she was discovered or not; watching Lindsay humping Sharon`s face was more than she could
handle. If she didn`t get off soon she was going to explode! And from the looks of things,
Lindsay was in the same dire straits. The Omega Pi president was pumping furiously now,
bobbing up and down on Sharon`s face.
"Oh yeah. Do it, slut. Make me come. Ah! Ah!"
Lindsay was almost there. Heather quickened her pace to match, finding her clit and
stroking it ardently. She felt the tightening in the pit of her stomach then she and
Lindsay came together, hard, fast, a surge of pleasure that sent sparks shooting through
her body and, she was sure, through Lindsay`s body as well. Lindsay thrust down hard
against Sharon`s mouth at the moment of climax, and Heather longed to be the one drowning
in Lindsay`s sweet juices.
Nothing happened for the longest time. Heather remained there with a finger up her cunt
as she watched Lindsay ride out the last of the aftershocks before climbing off the weight
bench and the woman strapped to it. Sharon`s face glistened with Lindsay`s sticky come and
Heather just wanted to crawl over and lick it off. She settled for the next best thing,
bringing her fingers to her lips and sucking them clean.
Lindsay slipped back into her jeans and pulled on her polo shirt, running fingers through
sweat-soaked hair. The woman glowed like a neon light after sex and that made her more
beautiful still. She gave Sharon a loving pat on the thigh.
"Thanks for the nooner," Lindsay said, starting for the door.
"Wait!" Sharon cried. She struggled against the restraints holding her in
place. "You can`t just leave me here!"
Lindsay turned around, her expression cold. The look in those eyes would have been more
than enough to make even the strongest person tremble with fear. It had that affect on
Sharon, that much was clear. Even Heather felt its power, and she was just an observer in
all this.
"I can do anything I want to you, slut," Lindsay said. "Is that
clear?"
"Yes," Sharon whispered.
"Good girl," Lindsay said.
Heather watched Lindsay start toward the door again then the blonde abruptly stopped,
mid-stride, and when the president of the Omega Pi sorority looked right at her the blood
in her veins stopped flowing. Those piercing blue eyes bore into her soul and she could do
nothing but stare back, slack jawed and red faced, feeling like a child caught with her
hand in the cookie jar.
"Besides," Lindsay said, directing the words as much to her as to the woman
bound to the weight bench, "I`m sure someone will find you before long."
Heather bit her lower lip. Had Lindsay been aware of her presence the entire time? Or had
something given her away? A gasp, a whimper? In either case, Lindsay had continued on with
Sharon despite her being there. Heather had no idea what that meant but a chill ran down
her back all the same. She was actually relieved when Lindsay finally left the room.
Taking a few minutes to regain her composure, Heather backed out the way she`d come in
then reentered the room, casually, as if she had not been witness to Sharon`s escapades.
She stopped in her tracks when she "discovered" Sharon, trying her best to
appear shocked at finding a fellow classmate naked and tied to a weight bench. The
brunette looked up, face red with embarrassment, eyes pleading for assistance.
"Sharon? My God, what–"
"Please don`t ask," Sharon sobbed. "Just untie me, okay?"
Heather nodded. Not saying a word, she knelt down beside the bench press and worked at
undoing the knots Lindsay had so expertly tied. She was very much aware of Sharon`s naked
body stretched out beside her and the effort it took to keep from leering was
considerable. The scent of Sharon`s arousal was thick in the air and Heather breathed it
in, savoring it while she could.
Getting the ropes untied at last, Heather pulled them free. Sharon immediately sprang to
her feet and gathered discarded clothing, hastily putting on shorts and shirt ... though
not before Heather had stolen one last peak at that naked pussy. Her gaze moved upward to
the collar around Sharon`s neck and the gold Pi that dangled from it. The little charm, no
more than an inch long, caught the light and shimmered brilliantly. It was mesmerizing.
"Listen, you want me to call someone?" Heather asked. "Should I–"
"No!" Sharon cried, then, more calmly, added, "No, please. Don`t call
anyone, all right? I`ve been humiliated enough for one day. Just let it go, huh? I`m fine.
Thanks for your help. I owe you one. I`ll see you in class." Sharon bolted out of the
room without another word.
Heather stood there long after Sharon had left, confused and curious, in a room that
still smelled of sex.
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