Karin picked up her purse and turned back to face Heather, who was reaching for the door lock on her apartment door. They were on their way out to a movie, on a date actually. Well, Heather thought it was a date, but Karin was still very nervous about calling it that. She had never dated a woman before, and wasn't all that sure what her true feelings were about it. The lock snapped back, and Heather turned the handle on the door at the moment that Karin stepped forward to leave, just a half-step too fast, running right into Heather. The unexpected full body contact surprised both of them, but Karin was even more surprised to find her pussy go completely wet and her legs tremble. Heather made no attempt to back up and give her room, and Karin, surprise still on her face, was a raging mix of emotions. Her mind said to back up, but her body wasn't moving. And the heat of Heather's thigh through her legs was a furnace pouring waves of warmth directly into her cunt, making her hotter by the second. After ten seconds of just looking into each other's eyes, Heather leaned over and very, very gently, kissed Karin full on the mouth, taking a long time and pulling away so slowly their lips stuck together as the lipstick merged, pulling their lower lips out and increasing the sweetness and tingling of the kiss. All Karin could manage to say was "Oh, God...." She never even opened her eyes from the kiss, but dropped her purse and reached up with one hand and pulled Heather's mouth back on hers with a hand behind Heather's neck. The French kiss was torrid instantly. Heather twisted to be in frontal body contact and their mounds met and ground together as Karin moaned loudly into Heather's mouth. Heather fed her tongue deeply into Karin's mouth and Karin, in response, began to suck on it with an urgency that in turn got Heather boiling hot. Karin had never been with a woman, but it was apparent from her reaction to being kissed that her body was more than ready to welcome the delights of being taken by Heather. The movie was forgotten. It had been a long week, and when it had started, Heather was on her way home from the grocery store the long way, taking advantage of a long drive through a local park. Where, unexpectedly, she met Karin. The park drive wound around a curve and suddenly there was a construction flagman in front of her with the sign turned to STOP. Her car came to a halt and she waited. The person spoke on a radio a few times, but the sign still said STOP. Cars began to pile up behind Heather. The weather was boiling hot, and the air conditioner of the car was working hard to keep the car cool inside. And Heather began to worry about some of the food she had in bags on the back seat. Finally, the worker walked over to her and Heather was surprised to realize it was a woman. A pretty woman at that, bronzed from the sun. Young. Not much older than her, maybe. She removed her hard hat and wiped sweat from her forehead. A nice ponytail of brown, highlighted hair popped out from under the hat and landed down her sweaty back. Rolling down her window, Heather asked, "How much longer, do you suppose?" A wave of heat rolled into the car. "Well, they had an accident down the road a few hundred yards away and the road is completely blocked for a while." Her radio cracked and she held it to her ear. "OK," she responded, "but they're not going to like it." "Well, it's real bad. One person's hurt and now there's been another accident behind you and the road is closed there, too. It might be an hour, even longer. You might want to turn off the car." "Gosh, my groceries might go bad if I do that. I think I'll chance it. I've got plenty of gas." She was about to roll up her window, when a thought occurred to her. "Are you thirsty? I've got a six-pack of cold soda in here." "You bet, that would be great." Heather broke one out of the package and handed it to her. She held the ice cold can up to her forehead and then her neck. Her nut-brown skin was a nice contrast to Heather's own very white skin as the can exchanged hands. "If all we're doing is waiting, is it OK if you waited in the car with me, where it's cool? I mean, you have the radio if something starts to happen." "That would be nice. Thanks. They can't see me anyway, all the way around the curve like that." She walked around the other side and slid into the bucket seat. The front of her shirt was dark with sweat stains. But it did nothing to take away from her nice shape, accented by the narrow waist and nicely flaring full hips. Heather's pussy tingled a bit as she looked her over. "I'm a mess. I hope I don't get your car all dirty." "Don't worry about it, I'll get it cleaned. Not a problem. Boy, you sure have a hot job!" "You're not kidding. But it keeps the bills paid until I finish night school." "What's it like? I mean, working with all these men?" "Oh, some of them are jerks. Some are nice. Most just wish I'd go away. Or have sex with them. They never give that up. Every day, at least one of them hits on me. I wonder what part of "NO" they don't understand!" They both laughed. They sat for a while in silence. "Oh, how rude of me." Heather said. "My name is Heather." And she held out her hand. "Karin. Pronounced `Car-in'. Most people forget and call me Karen. That's OK." "Well, I won't, Karin." Karin looked over at her. "And what do you do? College?" "Yeah. I'm a Junior this year. Art major. Not much in common with what you are doing." "No, but this is just a job. Actually, I want to teach music." Heather looked her over slowly again. And discovered Karin was checking her out as well. Her eyes were lingering on Heather's nicely framed chest. A subtle signal. I wonder, thought Heather. "Heather, can I ask you something really, really personal?" Karin sounded very shy. And embarrassed. "Well, I can always not answer. Shoot." "My boy friend wants to start inviting other women into our lovemaking. I mean, a threesome. I've never done anything like that and I'm not sure I want to do it. Have you..." She took a breath and stared straight ahead out of the window. Very nervous. "Have you ever slept with another woman?" "Are you inviting me to sleep with you and your boyfriend?" Heather tried to sound a bit surprised. Actually, it sounded exciting. "No. Well, I don't think so. I mean, I've never done anything like that. Been with more than one person at a time or had sex with a woman. I've had a few fantasies from time to time, but I've never acted on them. I have enough problems thinking I'd be competing with another woman in bed for my boyfriend's attention, but I'm really not at all sure about the women part. I'm sorry. I can't believe I even said that to you. I better get out." She reached for the door handle. Heather's hand on her arm stopped her. "Yes, I've slept with women. What do you want to know about it?" Karin was very surprised. She settled back into the seat and said nothing for a moment. "I guess, I want to know everything. What it's like. How you do it. Did you like it?" She was staring out the car window again. Too embarrassed to face Heather. The conversation was unexpected, but it had definite possibilities. "It's very nice. You do it the way you would think you'd it. Hands, fingers, tongues, toys. And I like it very much, with the right lover. Women know how things feel to them and what they like, and in turn generally make better lovers because they don't miss much with their partner." Even as she said it, she knew the last part was a bit of a lie. One of her problems was that she always liked it. With everybody. Karin remained silent. Heather said. "Why don't you and I go out somewhere together this weekend and talk about it? You can ask all the questions you want and I'll try to answer them. What do you think?" "You mean a date?" "No, just us together at a movie or something. We'll go get something to eat later and talk." "A movie? I guess that would be OK." The radio crackled and she held it up. "OK. The road behind you is open. I'm going to turn everyone around here and send them back." Heather was writing her number on a piece of shopping bag. "Here's my number. Call me if you want to talk." "It wouldn't be a date, right? Just talk?" "Just talk. And some food." Karin's eyes caressed Heather's chest again, then came back up to her face. She was definitely interested. "I'll think about it. Bye." "See you later, maybe?" The door shut and again a wave of hot air from the briefly open door hit her in the face. Her panties were already wet. Just the thought of pulling Karin's full hips hard against her body was setting her on fire. She waved as she pulled past her after turning the car around. In the rearview mirror, she could see Karin following her car with her eyes until she went back around the corner. Back in the apartment, she put the groceries away and stood in the window looking out over the alley next to her apartment. Her right hand popped the top snap on her jeans and her flat hand slid down, under the elastic of her hip rider cotton panties and her finger tips ran through her hair and found the waiting, long, erect clit. Leaning against the window jam, her well practiced long-nailed fingers pulled the clit up and rubbed it back and forth over the cotton material. The friction was electric and her groin went solid with pressure immediately, the already engorged lips swelling fully and opening, a steady stream of fluid spreading the already sizable dark stain on the cotton. The orgasm came suddenly as she shuddered, the wave of heat from her inner thighs spreading up her belly and over her chest and into her face. Her eyes were shut and she almost looked like she was in pain, but her hand kept moving automatically as her brain went into overdrive and took her to another peak. This time, sparks of light were going off and her knees weakened and she slumped against the wall, the pace of her hand gradually slowing. Her nipples were rock hard in her post orgasmic reaction and were tenting the shear bra cups, her T-shirt now sporting two proud thumbs at the end of her very full breasts. Slowly, her breathing returned to normal, and at last she snapped her pants and went back to her desk to study. Her soaked panties were a sweet reminder of her body's desire. She never changed them after sex. The wetness was too nice to just waste. Freshening up could come later. Now, she was alone and the aroma of her own sex was a perfume of which she never got enough. For just a moment before she cracked a book, she stared off into nothing and wondered if Karin would call. She decided probably not. It was just a chance encounter. Too bad. It had possibilities. Those wonderful hips floated in her mind's eye and she felt her body tingle again with arousal. Damn. Concentrate. But Karin surprised her again. Two nights later, the phone rang and Karin was on the other end. "Hi, I didn't think I'd hear from you again." "Well, you almost didn't. But I was standing out there in the sun today and figured, what the hell. It's just a movie. And you seemed so nice and I...well, I really do want to talk about it some more." "Right. OK. But it's definitely not a date." "Saturday, about 8 be OK?" Karin asked. "Fine. Here's the address. I'm in apartment B. Just ring and I'll buzz you up." "OK. See you then." The next day, in the middle of her sculpture class, Traci walked into the class. Heather's work area was at the back of the room, but she noticed Traci immediately, as always, the hair on her arms would tingle in anticipation of being near or with her. Traci knew where Heather was and walked in a measured pace back to her, checking on other students work on the way back. She had on one of those blouses that hides everything, but lets the viewer see all at the same time. Every curve, swell and jiggle of her breasts were visible to the watching eye. She wore these types of outfits when she wanted to tease Heather, and today she really wanted to get Heather hot. Traci's boobs were so very different than Heather's. In size, they were very close to the same, but where Heather's were so very firm and jutting, with upswept very long nipples, Traci's were softer, slightly droopy (not from age, just breast type), and when held gently underneath in a shelf bra, the top jiggled in waves of motion so sensuous that Heather would get instantly wet watching them. Heather loved to watch, hold, squeeze, suck and press against these breasts. It was the biggest turn-on for her when she and Traci did this. In fact, one of the most sensuous things Heather and Traci did was to lay side by side, pussies locked together with legs intertwined, their pubic bones pressing down on each other's clits. In this position, their chests were tightly pressed against each other, the tissues flattened and bulging out under their arms, the pressure on their ribs and tits making their breasts ache with desire, causing them to swell even more, and the pleasure increase. They would very, very slowly grind their hips together and let their desire build and build. Just at the point where one or the other was going to orgasm, they would whisper please stop to the other and they would cease for a minute or two until they pulled back from the brink. Then, gently, begin again. Each time, the approach would take them higher and higher. After a half dozen or more cycles, they would both be almost crazed with lust and finally, they just couldn't stop and would end up frantically grinding against each other, holding each other tighter and tighter, and then the orgasms would take them together, so intense they would both hang on the edge of consciousness, their bodies on total overload. The pleasure was so intense both would be making all kinds of noises and saying obscene things to each other. Traci once recorded this and at times played it back to herself in the car while she drove to work. One hand would always be up her skirt, inside her panties, with at least one finger working the inside of her pussy. They would lay there, covered in sweat, lubrication pouring down their legs and bed onto a towel placed under them, kissing and whispering sweet nothings to each other, but still tight together. And after twenty minutes or so to rest, they would start again. In the minutes it took Traci to get back to Heather, the smile, jiggle, swing of those oh so familiar hips and (it actually caused her to groan out loud) the sight of Traci's feet in these open toed heels was almost more than she could bear. If the room had been empty, she would have jumped her right there. As it was, it was a near thing. Heather felt her nipples go rock hard under her shirt and a brief glance down showed her that there was no use trying to hide them from the rest of the room. A miniature Mt. Everest stood proudly, pointing slightly upward. Just the reaction Traci was hoping for. "Hi, stranger. I missed seeing you last night. How did the studying go?" "Fine. I think I did OK on the test. Hey. I thought you promised not to get me too sexed up during the day? You KNOW when your tits jiggle like that I get crazy for you. And the goddamn shoes aren't helping any. Ever since Inga. God, you just look fantastic. I wish we were alone." The tone was very quiet so no one could hear. "Glad to hear it." Softer. "Sorry, I just missed you so much, I couldn't resist." Louder. "Can I ask you to drive me somewhere after class. My car broke down this morning and is in the shop." "Sure. I'm all done in about thirty minutes. Where to?" "Ummm. I'll tell you in the car. Not too far. I'll wait in the lobby." It took all of her restraint not to lean over and kiss Heather on the mouth and take one of those wonderful nipples in her fingers and squeeze. There were times when being secret lovers just about drove her crazy. This was one of them. Now that Heather was all sexed up and her nipples and face showed it, they could do nothing about it. Heather was right. During the day was no place for these games. It was too hard. They walked out to the car and Heather started it and let the air conditioner cool it off before they started out. "Where to?" "Here's the address. It's my shrink." Traci said, watching Heather out of the corner of her eye. "A shrink?! You never told me you see a shrink!" Heather was very surprised. Her horniness faded a bit. "Well, it's got nothing to do with us. I just have some things to work out and Janet. Dr. Janet Fielding. She's very nice. Has helped me a lot. I come home from the visits very relaxed." "Oh, would you wait for me? It takes an hour. I realize this is an imposition, but I couldn't think of anyone else. "It's not a problem. Glad I could do it. You should have just borrowed the car." Traci smiled. "Now, I never get enough time with you alone as it is, so I thought this would be a good excuse. Oh. I really am sorry about the outfit. I just missed you." "Well, I miss you too, but you'll notice that I've stopped stripping for you in class, or hiding under your desk and eating you out. We were getting crazy and you would have ended up fired and me out on my ass, trying to explain to my straight parents why I got kicked out of school, along with my lesbian lover, for open sex in the classroom. Now that my parents know you and like you, we can't mess this up." Heather concentrated on driving. "But you did like the outfit?" Traci said with a sheepish smile. "What do you think? My pants are soaked. It's a good thing I like them that way, or I'd spend my entire day changing underwear every time you walked by me." Traci knew Heather was right. And it was a good thing that Traci liked the thought of Heather's underwear being wet with lubrication. She loved eating her out through the cotton and feeling the fluid flow into her mouth. When Heather lubricated, it just poured out of her. They both laughed. Traci ran her hand up the back of Heather's neck under the thick mane of hair and then her nails up and down the nape of her neck. The long red nails were a nice contrast to the dark hair and white skin. Heather's breathing went tight. "Traci, how close are we?" "Ten minutes or so." "Get over here and fuck me, honey. I'll never make it back to your place." "I thought you'd never ask, darling." And with that, she slid over on the seat and pulled Heather's skirt up, with Heather lifting and shifting her hips to allow the fabric to bunch up around her waist. Heather was right. Her tight cotton briefs were soaked, the dark stain spreading halfway up to her waist. The smell of the cum soaked panties was all Traci needed and she put one arm around Heather's shoulders and the other hand went to Heather's now open pussy and a long index finger began to push the panties to one side. "Don't run us off the road." A long finger slid inside Heather's sopping pussy. Heather groaned, "Yes. That's so good. More. Put more in. I need it. Please." "My sexy lover, your pussy is just waiting for my long nails to slid inside and tickle you. Make you come all over my hand. There's another long nail." Another finger slid inside. Heather was almost bouncing on the seat. Traci's fingers were going around and around inside. She could feel the pressure and her belly tightened. "Oh, are you ready to come for me, darling? Now, another. And another." Four fingers were now inside her swollen vagina, Heather was grunting out loud from the waves of pleasure as they hit her. Her driving was a bit erratic, and she was slowing down as her attention shifted from the road to the wild sensations in her cunt. "Traci, fist me! Please, fist me!" Heather had never asked for that before, and Traci had never done it to another woman. She had seen porno movies with women doing it, but had never experienced it. She was worried she'd hurt Heather. "Are you sure?" Her fingers were working Heather like a flute. There was no doubt that Heather was wet enough. And, open enough. Traci's fist wasn't all that large. Maybe it would work. Heather groaned wildly and opened her left leg up until it hit the door. Her right leg swung up over Traci's thighs and the car, with no gas, started to slow rapidly. Traci put her left foot on the gas peddle and the car picked up. Pushing up with her fingers, she pushed her hand further and further inside, coiling her long nails into the palm of her hand as it entered Heather, and then, her entire fist was inside. Heather cried out with lust in her voice and Traci began to pump and inch or so, in and out. After only seconds, Heather orgasmed with a shriek that came from the depth of her soul. Her vagina clamped down so hard on Traci's fist she couldn't have moved it if she tried. The car began to wander from the lane and Traci tried to swing her left arm around from behind Heather's head, now bent back in orgasm. It was a contortionist act, but she finally got a hand on the wheel and drifted the car back into the lane. A drunken sailor could drive better than this. Honking horns were going off all around them. Slowly, she withdrew her fist from Heather, unfolding her hand and sliding it out. A copious flow freshly wet the cotton panties as the vagina slowly closed and Traci pulled the cotton over the still swollen and stretched lips. Heather's clit was fully extended and was now pinned under the tight cotton, pointing up at Heather's navel, like the pseudo cock it was. Traci couldn't resist but run her finger up and down the turgid member and feel Heather tense and buck at the intense sensations. Traci had sweat on her lip and brow and realized she was very aroused from this. But the parking lot was coming up and there was no time. Heather parked in a groggy trance. "Listen. I'll go in, you sit and calm down. Come up to 507 and wait if you like. I don't mind. Are you OK? I've, I mean, we've never done that before. Wow, did you get off on that! That was some orgasm. Even for you!" "Yes." She said weakly. "That was fantastic. I need a minute to clear my head. 507 you said, right?" "OK. God, I smell like your pussy. I hope the Dr. doesn't mind. Maybe I can hit the ladies room in the hall. See you later." And she slammed the door and walked away, leaving Heather leaned over the wheel. Heather sat, her nipples still hard, her breathing just beginning to slow down. She had just begged Traci to fist her. Where did that come from? Pretty wild, even for her. Yeah, even for her. The long minutes passed. She was so wet she was sure she must be sitting in a pool of fluid, so she looked around to be sure no one was looking, and slid out of the car and let her skirt fall quickly while she was shielded mostly by the door. She was right. There was a small wet spot on the seat. She wiped it up with a Kleenex and took a deep breath and went into the building, out of the heat. Good thing it was hot outside. Her face was still fully flushed from the strong emotions. She could still feel the intense phantom pressure of Traci's fist inside her, a phantom lover as she rode the elevator up to the fifth floor. That was definitely wild and she had loved it. Yet another new technique to explore. Wait till she did it to Traci. Just wait. The doors opened and she found the office. The receptionist was a very attractive blond with long hair pulled back into a tight bundle behind her. A dazzling grin. Nice, smallish breasts, no bra to see (or probably needed), white blouse. Delicate hands with long fingers. And very long nails, a perfect set, painted a delicate shade of pink, to match her lipstick. Behind the desk, Heather couldn't see any more. Yes, very attractive. The name tag on the desk said Sherry. "Do you have an appointment?" "No, actually, I'm Traci's ride. Is it all right if I wait here where it's cool? It's very hot out." "Oh, really? I haven't been out since I got here this morning and it was cool then. You are very flushed. Would you like a drink of water?" Her eyebrow was raised a bit, a bit of a snickering smirk on her lips. Did she suspect Heather had just had sex? Heather spotted the water cooler with its blue jug of water behind the receptionist. "Thanks, that would be nice." She went over and stood by Sherry as Sherry filled a paper cup with water. As she turned to give the cup to Heather, the definite delicate smell of sex drifted into Sherry's nostrils. Her eyebrow went up even higher as she handed over the cup. "Yes, I see it is very hot out today for some people. I think some people get hotter than others, don't you agree?" Heather looked at her curiously for a second, then caught the double meaning. Yes, she knew. "Yes, I suppose that's very true. With your fair skin, I bet you get pretty hot yourself --under the right conditions." Sherry smiled warmly. "Yes, under the right conditions, I can get absolutely steamy. Just turn to liquid." The smirk was gone now and a broad smile signaled an open invitation. Come drink me. Come sample my liquid heat. Come wade in my swamp of steamy parts, and savor them with your tongue, and nose, and feel them with your hands. It was getting very hot in the room. Heather decided to step around this open invitation. She had Traci to take care of all evening, Karin on Saturday, and who knew what was happening there, and now Sherry was coming on to her. Best bet was to gently turn her down. At least for now. "I'd like to see that. Sometime." Heather said quietly. "I like a lot of liquid. Steamy liquid. I'm Heather." She held out her hand and Sherry took it and held it. "I get off around 5. Meet me for a drink and I'll show you a real fire. You'll drown in the liquid trying to put it out." "That sounds very nice, Sherry, but I really can't today. Heat or no heat, I have lots of other commitments and can't break them. Maybe we could exchange numbers? And put the fire on ice for now?" Sherry released her hand slowly and Heather made no attempt to pull it back too quickly. Sherry looked disappointed. "OK. I'd like that. Later, OK?" "For sure, later. I love your hair." Heather boldly reached out and ran her hand down the side of Sherry's head, along the rich, yellow strands, and then stepped closer and picked up the thick, shiny bundle of hair and pulled it very slowly through her hand. Sherry took extra good care of her hair and it showed. It positively glowed from her head down to the end of the last strand. And Sherry was almost purring at the bold handling Heather was giving her. Heather's big boobs were right in Sherry's face and Heather thought for a moment that Sherry would just lean forward and take her tit in her mouth and so she pulled back. Lipstick on her blouse all over her nipple was not going to make for good conversation with Traci on the way back to school. She released Sherry's hair at last and reached past Sherry, purposefully rubbing her left breast into Sherry's shoulder, and picked up one of the Dr.'s business cards and wrote her number. "I'm not always there. Just leave a message. I'll call back. Promise." Sherry also gave Heather her number and as Heather picked it up, she noticed a pretty pendant hanging from a desk lamp, right by her hand. It was twisting in the light and throwing off a lot of dazzling colors. "What's this? It's very pretty." "Oh. That's one of those charms the Dr. uses to hypnotize her patients. Works like a charm!" She laughed at her own pun. "You just dangle it in front of the person, like this" she held it in front of Heather, "and spin it very slowly, " it was turning, shining an endless stream of soft color sparkles into Heather's eyes. "And talk in a quiet, slow monotone" her voice was now a low melody of sweetness and innocence. "Can you feel a calm coming over you, Heather?" Heather tried to look away, but somehow felt she couldn't. "Yes. A calm. It's so pretty." "Yes, it is. Try to relax a bit more. It's time to just relax and listen to my voice." Sliding, slipping, Heather felt herself going limp. Falling toward the voice. She was going under. But with a masterful effort, she reached up and grabbed the pendant and broke the spell. "I see. It works very well. And you seem to have mastered the technique well enough. Something the Dr. shared with you?" "Well," Sherry said, "not something she did knowingly. Sometimes, she leaves the door open a crack and I can hear the sessions. It didn't take me long to catch on to what she was doing. I did spy a few times. To watch her do it. And she was a willing victim, I mean, subject, to let me try it on her." "How did that you do that?" "Well, if you promise to keep a secret, I'll tell you." Heather nodded. "Promise." "I had her under in thirty seconds!" Sherry actually giggled. "I could see her try to fight, but it was at the end of a long day and she was a bit tired. I asked her if I could try it and she said OK. I think she just assumed I'd screw up and not do the voice part, or spin the bauble right, or something. After she went under, I double checked to make sure she was under and she was." "Then what?" Now she had Heather's curiosity up. "Well, let's just say, I put a few ideas in her head, you know, post hypnotic suggestions, and gave her a code to trigger them, and then brought her out of it. Made her forget she was ever under." "And it worked?" "You bet. Amazingly well." "And she still doesn't know? "Nope. I say the magic words and she goes out like a light. We do our thing and then I tell her to forget, and bring her out of it." "OK. I have to ask. What are the magic words?" Sherry hesitated. "Well, I don't know if I should tell you. The Janet always picks something very unlikely to ever come up in a person's daily life. Actually, I used something she uses on her patients sometimes." "And that is? Come on, give!" Heather gave her a push on her arm. And reached out and picked up Sherry's hair again and began stroking it, the backs of her fingers rubbing the top of Sherry's very firm breast, now sporting a rock hard nipple. It had the desired effect. "OK. But don't ever mention this out loud to anyone, understood?" Heather nodded yes. And kept stroking. "The trigger is `Climb Mt. Olympus'" "And you just say that to her and she goes right under?" "Yup. Stops in her tracks and waits for further instructions." "Which are?" Sherry was now leaning a bit forward, trying to get Heather's hand to push harder on her breast. Heather obliged. The nipple felt good as it bumped down her knuckles. Sherry's voice was just a bit breathy from her growing arousal. "Well, I'll let you in on another secret. Janet is bi, but nobody knows that. I found out from watching her with patients. Listen, I shouldn't have said that. I can't talk about that any more, OK?" Sherry turned away and looked upset. Clearly, she had said too much. But Heather pressed her. "So you have sex with her while she's under?" Seemed like a logical assumption based on Sherry's revelations. Sherry was quiet. Finally, in a low voice, she whispered, "Yes. We have sex." "Nice game if you can be a player!" Heather laughed. "I won't tell. Is it fun?" Sherry perked back up. "It's fantastic! I mean fucking fantastic. She does anything I tell her to, anytime, anywhere. She's my sex slave. I mean, it's only a few minutes a week, when it's safe to do, but just knowing I can..." her voice trailed off. "I never knew I liked to be in charge so much until this happened." "You do, do you?" The door to the inner office was opening and Traci walked through. The session was over. Heather noticed that Traci's cheeks were flushed and her nipples were tenting her blouse a bit. It was immediately apparent to Heather that Traci had just had sex! She knew that reaction all too well. "Hi, we can go. Did you two meet?" Traci asked. "Yes, just a few minutes ago. Nice to meet you Sherry. See you sometime again." Sherry smiled professionally and turned to the doctor. "Your four o'clock canceled and you have no other appointments." "Great, I'll catch up on paper work. See you next week, Traci." "Next week." Traci responded over her shoulder. On the way down to the car, Traci was quiet. Back on the road, Heather finally said. "Something wrong?" "No. I guess not. Well, sometimes I think that the sessions are a bit too short. I just get into something and it's time to end it. I wonder where the time goes." "What kind of session is it? Does she hypnotize you or something?" Heather probed. "No. She told me how she does that with some patients and showed me the little jewel on a chain she uses, but we just talk and she takes notes. That kind of thing." Traci was silent. She turned to look at Heather. "Why did you ask?" "Oh, I saw this jewel on Sherry's desk and she told me what it was used for. We chatted about post hypnotic suggestion for a minute. I guess I never thought about how you have to pick trigger words not likely to come up in daily life. I mean, for an American, the words "Climb Mt. Olympus" aren't likely to ever come up casually. Right?" There was no answer. The silence went on. Finally, Heather looked from the road and Traci was sleeping. No, Heather realized. She's under! That's right. Sherry did mention that Janet used those words with patients sometimes. She had hypnotized Traci after all. What is going on in that office, I wonder. And she was mad. It had been cute when Sherry was doing it to Janet, but now that Janet was doing it to Traci, Heather found she was very upset. "Traci, can you hear me?" Heather kept her voice low and steady, her eyes carefully on the road. "Yes." A low monotone. "When I count to five, you will be fully awake and not remember any of this. I'm going to count to five. One. Two. Three. Almost awake now. Four. Five." "What, what was that you were asking?" "Oh, nothing. Are your sure the Doctor didn't hypnotize you without you knowing it?" "Don't be silly, Heather. You can't do that." "Let's stop here for a bite to eat, OK?" "Fine, I'm hungry." They settled into a booth and Heather finally decided to share her suspicions. "Listen. In the car, I said some words, trigger words Sherry told me the doctor uses with her patients for post hypnotic suggestion and you went right under. I had to bring you out of it. Just like on TV. I think something funny is going on with the doctor and you and you don't know it." "Heather, I told you in the car, that is ridiculous. She's never hypnotized me." "If I can prove it to you, will you believe me?" "OK, prove it." "Look at your watch and tell me what time it is. Exactly." "It's four seventeen and a few seconds." "Thank you. Now, I want you to climb Mt. Olympus." Traci's eyes closed and her head slumped onto her chest. In a low, steady voice, Heather said. "Traci, can you hear me?" "Yes." "Without leaving the booth, I want you to take off your panties and bra, fold them and put them on your plate in front of you." Traci began to hike up her skirt and in seconds the panties were off and folded, then the bra followed. Then they were both on her plate. Heather took her through a five count and Traci was awake. "What time is it now?" "It's....why that's funny. It's five minutes later. I just looked at my watch." "Look at your plate." Traci gasped. Her underwear were neatly folded on the plate in front of her. She quickly put them in her bag. "How in the world did you manage that?" "I didn't do anything. You took them off and put them there after I put you under and told you to do it." "I can't believe it." It was quiet as Traci absorbed the meaning. "She's been putting me under?" "She must be. What can it mean?" "Well, we'll have to find out." Heather added, "It might be completely legitimate, or she could be abusing you. And, when you came out today, you were showing all the signs of being very aroused. Maybe you're having sex in there." Traci was silent and a frown crossed her face. "You may be right. I've come out of some of the sessions and was pretty damn hot and couldn't figure out why. Hell, if she wanted to have sex, she should have asked me. Actually, I think she's very attractive." Heather didn't respond to that last remark. They finished their food and headed back. When they got to the house, Heather picked up the phone and called Sherry's number and left a message. Sherry might be able to help. It was two hours later when the phone rang. Heather put down her text book and it was Sherry. "Hi. I thought we agreed to put things on hold a while? I wasn't expecting your call." "Hi Sherry. Well, this is different. Listen, do you think the doctor might be hypnotizing patients without their knowledge, like you did her?" "Gosh, I don't think so. She's pretty straight about the doctor/patient thing. Very careful. Why?" "Look, I don't want to talk about this over the phone. Can you come over?" Sherry was suddenly very eager. "Sure. Where?' Directions exchanged, they hung up and Heather went back to her book. It was about forty five minutes when there was a knock on the door. Heather pulled it open and Sherry stood there, a knockout. Now, her long blond hair was loose, carefully brushed, and it cascaded down over her shoulders, stopping just above the gently swell of her high breasts. Her blouse was gone and she wore a tank top that showed every curve of her upper torso as though it was painted on her. Her nipples were small points and very visible. The jeans were hip hugger and also skin tight. Heather had not realized how long-waisted Sherry was and the combo was very becoming. And then Heather saw the shoes. And she knew they'd have sex before anything else this evening. The shoes were red open-toed high heels and the sight of them turned Heather into a trembling, extremely turned on young lady. She had to have Sherry and right now. "Hi." Heather's voice was clearly a bit shaky. "Hi, yourself." There was that eyebrow of Sherry's again. It was her early warning radar. Alert, alert, a hot young babe very ready to fuck dead ahead. She stepped inside and it was quiet for a moment. Heather spoke first. "I know I said I wanted to wait, but...." Sherry walked over close to her, but not touching. "But nothing. I'm so hot for you. Ever since you walked into the office this afternoon. You know I don't want to wait. I want you now." It wasn't necessary to talk. Heather reached out and covered Sherry's right breast with her hand. It was very, very firm under her palm and she began to stroke it. Sherry's eyes became half slits as her arousal grew. She reached out and unbuttoned Heather's top and slipped it off each shoulder. A bare breast greeted her and she began to return the favor. Heather's large breasts were the kind that she dreamed about when she masturbated and lusted after. The kind that made her weak in the knees to see, and her pussy wet when she touched. And it was no different now. Both girls moaned at the same time as their arousal pushed them toward a hot embrace. Heather's softer figure melted against Sherry's hard toned muscles and hands began removing clothing quickly. In only moments, Heather was naked except for her panties and for once, her partner was taking her before she could respond. Sherry pushed her into an easy chair and moved each of her legs out onto one of the arms, presenting her pussy to her and she dropped straight to her knees and leaned in with a sigh. She loved to eat women out with their panties still on. She knew the indirect sensations through the fabric delayed orgasm and let it build to very high levels before release came. And, tonight, she worked the fabric deeply into Heather's pussy and sucked the streaming fluid from the fabric as Heather moaned and groaned. She took her time and as Heather approached her release, Sherry slipped two fingers into her own steamy hole and began to pump rapidly. In less than a minute, she felt her vaginal muscles grip her fingers like a vice and she came with a grunt. It was only a warm up. Sherry backed away from the chair and stripped off her jeans, revealing a shaved pussy. She pulled Heather down into the chair and onto the floor and knelt over her face, lowering her very wet slit onto Heather's eager mouth. The feeling of Heather's hot tongue in her hole was fantastic and Heather returned the favor with eager energy, gripping Sherry's thighs tightly, pulling the pussy onto her mouth and nose. Sherry was grinding and humping and her back soon bent like a bow and she orgasmed twice before Heather released her. It was fifteen minutes later when they finally sat down next to each other on the sofa. "OK. We had to get THAT out of our systems for the moment." Heather began. She stroked Sherry's face. "That was very nice." "You bet. You were all I could think about all afternoon. And the reality was even better than the fantasies! Now, what's the problem?" Heather explained and Sherry agreed something had to be done. They finally decided to let Sherry hypnotize her boss and give her an instruction to excuse herself and go to the bathroom every time she intended to use the trigger words for a patient for the purpose of having sex, thus never being able to give the triggers. "That was easy. And now...." Sherry took Heather's hand and led her into the bedroom. In minutes the bed was shaking with their thrusting and humping, finally settling into a long-term 69 position and at Sherry's request, Heather left her panties on. They finally exhausted themselves and Sherry stayed till morning, only leaving in enough time to change at her apartment on the way in to work. Heather turned her attention back Karin and their "date" that was coming up. Sherry was just an encounter. Karin was a flower that needed help to bloom. Saturday came slowly for Heather. She wondered if Karin would act on any of the things she was being urged to do by her own boyfriend and her own inner desires. And the more she thought about Karin and her tan and those hips, the more urgently she hoped Karin would want to do more than talk. And to help Karin feel at ease, she dressed in just a pair of loose jeans and a blouse that wasn't very form fitting. Her boobs were tightly encased in a bra that showed no nipples, and she went very easy on hair, makeup and perfume. Not a date. Her pussy was saying something very different, but from the outside, all was bland. Well, as bland as Heather could manage, given the looks, hair and body she was blessed with. Satisfied, she curled up and studied until the bell went and buzzed Karin into the building. And now, before they were even out the door, they were in this totally wild French kiss. Heather wanted to just take Karin where she stood, but instinct told her it was too much, too fast. With great effort, she pulled her tongue back from Karin's mouth and they stood, pussies still locked hard against each other, panting from their intense arousal. Finally, Heather said. "I'm sorry, you just looked so pretty and I've wanted to do that all week. I won't do it again. I mean, unless you want to." Karin was totally surprised at her own wild desire to kiss this woman and her own reaction to being kissed. And confused. She was really, really attracted to Heather, but felt funny about it, very conflicted. To be honest, she didn't know what she wanted at that moment. At least mentally. But there was no denying that was the hottest kiss she had had in a long, long time. Slowly, she pulled back. Her body complained at the withdrawal. "Maybe we ought to go on to the movies. I need to think. It's OK you kissed me. Obviously I enjoyed it. But I'm pretty confused right now. I mean, it's so sudden and I didn't expect it." "OK, out to the movies." And to the movies they went. Karin later admitted she had no idea what they saw, as her mind was racing a million miles an hour about what was happening. Half way through the movie, Heather handed her the box of popcorn and their hands touched and Karin felt as though she was on fire from the touch. In that instant, she knew she wanted to have sex with Heather, and admitted it to herself. She reached over and took Heather's hand and whispered in her ear. "I think we really are on a date. I'm so hot I feel like I could explode. Can we go somewhere else and talk. I really need to talk about all this." And they left and went to a small sandwich shop up the street and slid into a booth away from everyone else. After ordering, Karin started talking. "I really did want you to kiss me, back in the apartment. It was all I thought about all week. What it would be like, I mean. It was nice. No, it was fantastic. I never expected to react like that. Like this. I mean, I'm still hot from it. Like my insides are tight and tingling and I'm going to orgasm if you touch me." "So, you want to go back to my place and investigate some more?" "Yes. Well, I still feel really weird that this is happening. I want it to happen, I want to have sex with you really badly, and then, at the same time, I'm all confused about it. I never seriously allowed myself to see myself with another woman. It was always guys. It's still guys. And then, here you are and I'm hot to have you. All one big circle. Maybe I'm going crazy." "No you're not. I'm just the opposite. I always see myself with women, but just recently, I got the hots for a guy at the beach and I was all confused about that. Still am. We are just coming at it from different perspectives. I've decided that I must be interested in both and it's OK. I just have to get used to it, that's all." Heather sipped on her soda. "Yeah, get used to it. I mean, I've only felt this way for a week, so I haven't had much time to absorb any of it." There was a long silence. "Can we go to your place, and, well, be together? I want to do it all with you. Teach me about it." "If that's what you want. I want to have you too. Let's go. I promise to be gentle!" "You don't have to be gentle. But go slow. I may be a little weird about it at first." They went out to the car and got in. Heather started the engine and looked over at Karin in the lights of the parking lot. Her face was flushed with excitement and she was licking her lips. Heather leaned over and kissed her cheek. "Come on lover, let's get you properly laid." Karin smiled. Her pussy had been wet as she slid out of the booth. She was now already anticipating fingers and tongue on and in her pussy and her belly went tight and a shiver went down her spine. In spite of her nervous uncertainty about this, her body was giving her very clear signals that it wanted this to happen, and happen very badly. The short drive took too long for both of them and they walked hand in hand into the apartment. They tossed their pocketbooks on the chair and Heather began to kiss Karin's neck, pushing her hair away from her ear, tickling it first with her tongue, then filling the ear with the tip of her tongue, its hot wetness sending a chill down Karin. She was moaning almost immediately. Somehow, Heather was hitting all her hot buttons like she was making love to herself. The way she always wanted her boyfriend to and he never seemed able. Or willing. Now, now she was on fire from this near perfect playing of her body. Heather's hands began to be busy on her back and then around to her front, unbuttoning the blouse and pushing it down off her shoulders. The white cotton bra came free in a quick motion and Heather's long fingernails ran up under one cup and traced the bottom of the breast, finally circling the hard, nicely shaped mound and closing gently on one of the now rock hard eraser sized nipples. Karin actually gasped very loudly and began to whimper. Her arousal soared beyond anything she could have imagined. Just the right place, just the right pressure. Her breast felt like molten lava inside and the tip was sending electric jolts straight down her belly to her clit. She could feel her clit swell and the pressure and fullness in her loins grew in leaps and bounds. In only seconds, Heather had her hotter than she had ever gotten when making love, and they were still standing in the middle of the floor, dressed. But Heather was now doing her best to get Karin's clothes off and the pile at their feet grew. As she unsnapped Karin's jeans, the zipper gave that buzzing sound and it was down and the pants then eased over her flowing hips, Heather's long nails adding to the trail of fire as they gently raked over Karin's hard bottom. Heather's own arousal began to scream skyward as her hands flowed over these wonderful curves and she trembled at the touch of the deeply tanned skin under her hands. She had dreamed of these plush hips all week and now they were under her hands, under her control. Her pussy was becoming liquid as she pushed Karin toward the bed. Karin was past doubt. Past uncertainty. Past confusion. Every nerve in her body was screaming and she felt herself loosing and giving control to Heather in a way she had never experienced before. And as she had never, ever done in the past, she let the self control slip away and sank into the warm waves of lust. In the distance, she heard herself making noise, groaning, moaning, yelling, but the waves of pleasure kept piling up. Already, she felt the beginnings of the final tidal wave of heat building in her thighs, as it always did just before she orgasmed, but tonight it was at a level she couldn't believe. Heather pushed Karin's now soaking wet panties aside and slipped a finger into the waiting hole, then two, and Karin's hips responded by bucking upward and beginning to jerk around involuntarily as Heather's experienced hand worked the inside of the vaginal walls, in and out, around, a steady rhythm of increasing speed. The smell of this lush pussy was too much and her lips and tongue joined in the feast. In that moment, as Heather's lips closed over Karin's now engorged clit and the tip of her tongue began to flick the button, Karin's cries became more focused and she began to yell. "Oh... Oh... OH!... Yes, that's... IT! MY GOD DON'T STOP! I... CAN'T... BELIEVE... OH!... I'MMMM... KKKK..." her stutter gave away the massive release that hit Karin as The orgasm took her over the edge and into space. Her hips lifted clean off the bed and her arms were pounding the mattress as wave after wave of electricity poured through her nervous system in cascades and her body responded with wild involuntary actions. At that moment, Karin had no idea of where she was, or who she was, but was totally lost to the control of the orgasm. And Heather was only just beginning. Heather found her own need for release too much to ignore and continued to lick and suck on Karin as she eased the snap free on her own jeans and her fingers found her clit. Swollen and poking out like it always did, it only took several strokes over the slick, wet fabric of her cotton panties and she joined Karin in bliss. The stain on her panties grew steadily. It felt wonderful, that wet coolness on her burning pussy. Karin began to come down from her high, but found the licking and sucking on her clit was already building up another orgasm. To her surprise, in the brief moment of lucid thought she had before it took control of her, she found it was not only going to be stronger than the last, but she now had her hands tangled in Heather's hair, holding her face to her cunt, urging her on for more and more. And then, with a wild scream, she came again. Her body was shaking all over and it was long minutes before it ended and the ripples of heat in her body began to slowly subside. Her nipples went rigid and her breathing was shallow, her mind very fuzzy. Without any question, she had just had the two most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced. Completely mind bending orgasms. On some fundamental level she knew she had entered into some new level of personal pleasure and freedom to enjoy her body. The feeling was wonderful. Heather wasn't about to relax or let Karin relax. She needed Karin to eat her and she just sat up, pulled off her jeans and panties, then moved over the kneel on either side of Karin's head, facing the headboard. Karin didn't hesitate, but began to kiss and lick the swollen pussy. She was amazed at the size and length of Heather's clit (everyone always was), but it turned her on to lick it and she got bolder and bolder and finally stuck her tongue into Heather's pussy and they both groaned out loud. It was all the signal Karin needed and she sank her tongue into Heather as far as it would go and found her mouth awash in Heather's essence. She found the taste indescribably delicious and swallowed again and again to avoid loosing a drop. Heather pulled her own blouse off and the bra followed and she reached up and cupped her now free orbs and began to pull on the nipples. Already semi-hard, they extended and became rigid pencils in her fingers. She ran her nails up and down their length over and over and she was panting and groaning. Karin may have been new at pussy eating, but she knew what she liked herself and did it all to Heather. Heather whimpered over and over and her back stiffened as her belly jumped and her hips bucked and jerked against Karin's mouth. Heather almost fell over backward, but caught the top of the headboard and held on. The orgasm was jolting and sudden, just as Karin took her long clit in her mouth, the heat of her tongue was too much and Heather was gone. Lubrication poured from her in a steady stream and Karin was licking it up and swallowing. Her first taste of another woman was wonderful and she was loving every second of this special new treat. And just like Heather before her, she gave no signs of stopping, but renewed her tongue lashing of Heather's pussy and in only a few short minutes, Heather rode another orgasm of such intensity that the backboard of the bed creaked in an alarming way as she uncontrollably pulled, pushed, and shook it. It was several minutes more before Heather finally slid down along side Karin and they rested in each other's arms. Karin looked like a contented cat. And she was fascinated with all of Heather's charms and couldn't keep her hands off those wonderful breasts with their long nipples and down below took the now half swollen clit between thumb and index finger and gave it several very gentle pulls and Heather groaned. It was hard again in an instant. Quite amazing, and so unlike her own body, Karin thought. Her almost total body tan contrasted so sharply with Heather's very white skin it looked like the dim light of the room was playing tricks on their eyes. The rest of the night was much the same. They made love all night. Everywhere. On the kitchen table. In the living room. Back on the bed. At the stove making breakfast. At the door as Karin had to leave to get to work in the morning, hands went down each other's pants one last time and they came once more, this time with Karin sucking furiously on Heather's tongue, their breasts pushed against each other and Karin's body shaking uncontrollably to the tune on Heather's probing fingers. Her orgasm was strong and left her as dazed as all the ones before. They stood like that for a long time, hands in each other's pants, and finally, they parted with a kiss. Heather got a devilish grin. "Want to go to the movies sometime during the week? I mean, not a date now, just movies? And something to eat afterward?" Karin laughed. "Not a date, right?" "Nope. Just a movie." "I'll call you. My boyfriend may have plans. Oh. I think you answered all my questions." "I thought I might. Showing is better than explaining sometimes." "Viva la difference!" Another brief kiss and Karin was off. Heather watched her swinging hips go down the stairs and ran back in to wash up and head for class. Her first period was sculpture and she was almost done with her semester's most important project and couldn't miss the time out to cut the class. To her amazement, after a week of such intense sex with Sherry and Karin, just thinking about seeing Traci again had her horny again. What good is washing up, she thought as she jumped into the shower. I'll be wet again before I get to my car. And a big grin crossed her face. Such a problem!