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Chapter Five

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By the end of her English class Lisa couldn't have been more curious about Nicole. The beautiful chestnut-haired teen sat and observed Mr. Peterson's lecture as though she had been attending them for months, ignoring the large number of stares she was getting from all the boys in the class -- and there were many; Danny Ellis (football jock), Michael Lewis Carter (basketball jock), Alexander Smythe (computer geek), Daley Fiorentino (student council representative), etc. It would have been impossible to ignore all of that attention but Nicole seemed to be doing just that, or at least feigning it, and doing so quite well. When she even answered a few questions correctly Lisa felt impressed by her. Nicole was probably as intelligent as she was pretty (which was a lot). However Lisa tried not to be too conspicuous by watching her like that periodically updated her notes for the class. And when the bell rang, signalling the end of the first period, she was startled to see that she had actually gotten some work done. As everyone else started standing up and mobilizing for the door Lisa began to pack up her stuff, putting away her text book, notebook and pencil case. Once zipped up she looked over in Nicole's direction.

Already she had a crowd of guys around her.

She stood by her desk in the centre of a ring of testosterone. The supplicants of which asked her trivial questions that they clearly didn't really care about, like where she was from, how old she was, what classes she was in, etc. The only question Lisa overheard that probably did matter to those guys was if she had any brothers or not. Nothing killed a boy's chances with a girl faster than an overprotective brother. As such -- there was a malignant gaggle of grins from her fan club when she replied `no'.

Lisa bit her lower lip. The class was emptying out. She couldn't stay here. And even if Nicole's new all-male groupies weren't there, she still wouldn't have had the courage to approach or talk to her. So she merely heaved her bag onto her back and left her desk. Before she left she looked back over her shoulder for one last glance at Nicole. Someone must have cracked a joke because she was laughing within the `circle of dicks'. Lisa sighed and left Mr. Peterson's English room despondently. Her hope was that she would have another class with Nicole at some point throughout the day, but she didn't see her in Spanish, Math, or Chemistry. From that point the school day proceeded as normal. At lunch she sat alone outside on the green, this time eating a light salad with a sub-par, economy-grade Thousand Island dressing and a carton of orange juice. As time passed with seeing Nicole again Lisa's thoughts returned to what had been dominating them thus far -- Dani.

To a certain extent, she wanted to forget what might happen tonight. But with the day trudging along at a leisurely pace she eventually had to think about it. How would it even pan out? Would Dani try and spend the night? If she did what would they do together? They hardly ever spoke about themselves to each other; thus far Dani's sex drive had circumnavigated everything else. Before and after sex (and Lisa was sure that Dani would find a way to get her naked before the night was out) what would they even have to say to each other? Lisa didn't really ask herself these questions until her afterschool class, Western Philosophy, was underway. Mr. Stephens was busy discussing the complexities of existentialism and the relation that figures such as Sartre and Kierkegaard had to it. Lisa sat with the other ten students (unsurprisingly fellow nerds like herself) but unlike the rest of them she wasn't really listening. It was when she thought about the lack of `connection' between herself and Dani that she stumbled on more issues.

Why didn't they know more about each other? Where was this `relationship' going? Would they date? Could they date? Half the time Lisa felt almost frightened by Dani's inability to listen to her and the rest of the time she was literally astounded by her self-assurance and confident demeanour. Was that a stabile or even logical foundation for a relationship? And what about Dani? Where did she see this thing going? She didn't seem like the type to really have a girlfriend, and to be perfectly honest Lisa wasn't even sure she wanted to be her girlfriend. In the end she tried to assure herself that it was the moment that mattered, not the long-term. Dani probably thought the same. But it was a thorn sticking in Lisa's flesh that hadn't been removed as yet -- these thoughts weren't that easy. When she came to that conclusion Mr. Stephens was wrapping up the lesson for today, saying, "And for your homework assignments? I want you to read the first main chapter of Being and Nothingness and come up with a short summary of his assertions about psychical perspective -- what holes do you think you can see in it, if any. If you have any problems over the weekend, e-mail me with your school accounts and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Okay then! You're free to go."

Light conversation peaked between some of the other kids as they all stood up from their respective desks. As usual Lisa wasn't involved. So she simply did as she did at the end of every class, packed up and got the hell out. It was nearly 5:00 and she knew that Dani didn't like waiting too long for her. Lisa walked down the one of the now empty corridors of the main building, her footsteps echoing over the flooring, now that most of the student body had headed home. She left through the frontal doors at the end of that corridor and out into the main courtyard. A quick jog around the edge of campus and she made it back to the gates of car park. She was just about to walk into it when the blonde girl noticed something in the corner of her eye.

Across the street from her was the bus stop she usually waited at for a bus to take her home. There was only one person standing there right now -- and it was Nicole. Lisa stood and watched her for a moment. The brunette had her cell phone against her ear and appeared to be in the middle of a conversation. But although she was idly twirling one of those luscious golden-brown tresses around her index finger, there was a concerned expression on her face. And after a slight pause... she stopped playing with her hair. Lisa wasn't stupid. She could tell right off the bat that Nicole had just gotten some kind of bad news. A tremble in her heart, the kind you'd get for anyone when you saw them pull a crestfallen expression like that, made her want to go over their and comfort her. And Lisa was almost about to do that, she actually felt herself take the first step, but then...

...A car horn blared.

Lisa shot around and stared into the car park. Over by the back wire wall she spotted Dani's car. Immediately it honked its horn again. A clash of motivation ensued. Nicole, a girl she didn't even know, across the road; and Dani, someone she knew little of but had been close to in ways she had never been with someone else. One part of her said "Nicole" and the other said "Dani". The debate went on. Then Dani pounded her car horn again. Lisa whimpered in frustration, unable to hold out anymore, and walked over to the car. The passenger-side door was already open for her. So she climbed inside and closed it. The moment she sat down Dani reached over and kissed her with yet another powerful, domineering `hello' kiss.

When she finally pulled her tongue out of Lisa's mouth she was incredulous. "What were you doing, standing there?"

"Uh..."

"Forget it, you're always spacing out. Let's ride."

In the seventeen minutes it took to get from Alderson High to Lisa's house (two minutes extra due to traffic) most of Lisa's constant psychological interchange was devoted to Nicole. Had it been right to leave her alone like that? It wasn't like they really knew each other or anything. Nicole didn't even know Lisa's name. But it seemed kind of wrong to leave her standing alone in the cold like that, especially after getting bad news. And since she was new here she probably didn't have very many people to talk to (she doubted that those jerks that had been sniffing around her earlier would have even cared enough to listen to Nicole's problems). It was all Lisa could think about until she heard the engine shut off. When she looked up she saw the front windows of her house up ahead. Lisa took her keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. Lisa unbuckled herself and followed the trend. While Dani locked her car Lisa went to her front door and unlocked that. She gestured for Dani to hurry up, mostly because she didn't want any of the neighbours to see her coming inside. People on this street had a habit of being indiscriminately nosy. If one of her Mom's friends saw any 'outsider', like Dani, coming into the Whitfield household, it was bound to get back to her parents.

Dani strode in when her car was secured and glanced around as the door closed behind her.

She whistled with esteem. "Shit, Lisa. I knew you were loaded but this is impressive. I bet the key rack on that wall costs more than my damn car."

"...We're not rich," Was all she could think of to say.

"In comparison to me you are," The older girl pulled off her jeans jacket and hung in on the oak wood hanging post that stood near the stairwell. "So, where's your Dad keep the liquor?"

Lisa blinked. "W-we can't drink...! If my Dad finds a bottle missing he'll go berserk! Besides, aren't you driving?"

"Fine, fine! Don't freak out, Jesus. It's not like I came here to swill booze, anyway."

Fact is there was little in the way of disputation about what Dani really was here for. Lisa knew as good as anyone else what this was about. And if she weren't, it would become clear to her. Merely a few moments later Dani pulled that lusty grin. And a few moments after that the smaller girl found herself pressed up against the wall of the ground floor corridor. They locked eyes -- carnal honey brown ones piercing into and entrancing shaky cerulean ones. The thumbs of Dani's hand hooked under the straps of Lisa's backpack as they continued staring at each other. She shrugged it off her shoulder and it dropped with weight to the floor. Lisa's back then slapped the wall, and she gasped, when Dani lunged in and kissed her with the same animal passion as this morning. And once again Lisa was herded into submission by the pleasure that came with her lover's domineering sexual nature. Her eyes slipped shut and seconds later she found herself returning the kiss with a burgeoning fervour. They moved in rhythm with one and other, when Dani's head tipped slightly to the left, Lisa's did the same to the right. Dani groaned with the pleasure of the kiss just as Lisa did. And her hands reacted -- they reached out and fumbled for Lisa's tiny, soft hands and placed them both her ass, one on either globe. The groans emerging from her throat got louder when Lisa involuntarily squeezed that tight perky butt of hers. Dani's now free hands reached up to Lisa's blushing red cheeks and held them whilst she deepened their kiss. Their conjoined lips parted wider and almost immediately the brunette thrust her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Lisa started whimpering. It always got to her when Dani's tongue entered her mouth. As a result her grasp of the ass in her hands got tighter. And when that ass kneading got tighter Dani got more turned-on. Lisa really wasn't a tactile lover but she could get that way when she was pushed -- Dani knew how to `work' her. Their tongues flicked at each other in the kiss as a result, the clinch becoming more desperate and more passionate, with Lisa burning with a kind of sexual energy she always remained oblivious to unless this Amazon of a Highschool student was touching her. As they fornicated Dani let slip one of her hands. It wove along the soft flesh of Lisa's neck, then through the shirt-concealed trench between her tiny breasts, then down the invisible line to her naval, and finally settled at the writhing juncture between her lips.

When Dani cupped her there, Lisa immediately broke the kiss, gasping. "Wait, wait a minute..."

"...Huh? What's wrong...?"

"Let's not do this here," Lisa pressed her hands up against Dani's chest. "Somewhere else?"

Dani pondered for a moment while her hands settled on the younger girl's hips. "...Your bedroom?"

"My bed... it's a single. Besides, it's... it's private..."

"Got any guest rooms?"

Lisa nodded.

To that Dani grinned, gave her girl a little peck on the lips, and then took her by the wrist. "Lead the way."

An image of Nicole flashed through Lisa's mind when Dani said that `lead the way'. That was what Nicole had said when she led the girl from the lockers up to Mr. Peterson's English room. She shook her head briefly to dispel the image, as well as the one of her standing sad, silent and solitary at the school bus stop. The two women walked to the carpeted stairs and ascended them to the second floor. They hung a right and Lisa opened the door of the third door from the right, the first of the Whitfield household's two guestroom. It was undecorated. It had only a three piece set of mahogany furniture (a coffee table, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers), an oaken nightstand with a basket-head lamp on it, a set of netting for its windows, and of course, a double bed with plain ashen sheets and a long, fluffy, and white pillow case.

Dani wrapped her arms around Lisa as they took it all in. "This'll do..."

Lisa continued to evaluate the place with her sight just as Dani lulled her head forward and kissed teasingly along the outline of her neck and shoulder. Her lips smacked softly against the tender flesh laying in wait there. All the while her strong hands glided up and down Lisa's taut stomach and abdomen. Lisa bit her lip and blocked out her little giddy moans of delight, absorbed in the feel of Dani's kisses, that ran in tiny trails of `up' and `down' across the left side of her neck. Dani only stopped when she needed to whisper into girl's ear, "Take off your top."

No protest. Lisa crossed her arms over the bottom of her white tee shirt, stepped forward slightly, and yanked the top over her body, shoulders and head. She then tossed it to the floor where its whiteness clashed with the eggshell-brown coloured carpeting. She also didn't need to be told to remove her little bra (which was pretty much rendered needless by the virtual non-existence of her breasts). Lisa reached behind her back and unclasped its hooks and then threw it on top of her shirt. Her arms crossed over her breasts to conceal them.

"Turn around," Ordered Dani.

Lisa turned on her heels and faced her, blushing and a little embarrassed. She'd been topless in front of Dani before but this felt different somehow. Dani herself was in awe. Even at that point she knew that she would never get over how much Lisa's childish, adolescent-like body turned her on. Her nipples were already swelling to rock-hardness underneath her black tank top -- you could strike a match with them. But Dani resisted the urge to touch herself during Lisa's shy `strip-tease' and gestured at her jeans shorts

"Turn back around," she said. "And take off your shorts."

Lisa's cheeks flushed again. But she did as she was told once again, turning around. First she kicked off her shoes and pulled off her socks then she undid the buttons of her denim shorts. Though she wasn't told to do so, she somehow sensed that she was supposed to bend over, and so when she slid the loosened article of clothing down her long legs she did just that. Dani grinned at the sight of her beautiful nerd mistakenly flashing that cute little ass at her. When the shorts reached Lisa's petite feet she stepped out of them and threw them onto the pile that her clothes were now forming. Now she was clad only in her panties. She turned around again.

"Take off your panties -- but do it slowly," Dani commanded.

In her own home and space, Lisa followed those orders. She hooked her thumbs under the elastic band of her small pink panties and slowly, gradually, pulled them down the length of her unblemished legs. Dani watched every single movement with razor's edge sharpness. When the panties hit as low as her ankles Lisa stepped out of them as she had done her jeans shorts. She threw her underwear to the rest of her clothes. Now she was utterly naked.

Dani reached out and stroked her rouge-tinted left cheek. "Jesus Christ, you're so fucking gorgeous..."

And Lisa still couldn't handle `compliments'. "...Dani..."

But she didn't reply. She grabbed Lisa into an embrace and kissed her as deeply as before, sparing her no quarter, automatically plunging her long tongue down the girl's bobbing throat. Lisa sobbed aloud whilst smothered and rendered breathless by Dani's powerful kiss. She didn't think straight. What she felt was Dani kissing her, hugging her, touching her. What she saw was stars as the impact of those kisses, hugs and touches rushed to her brain. What she felt was a mixture of fear, allure, weakness and stimulation. What she smelt was the rampant waft of wetness, of vaginal arousal, that was seeping into the air. What she heard were Dani's constant groans of lust and her own continual moans of gratification.

Without even realizing it Dani was moving them both toward the bed. She noticed it when Dani broke their savage kiss, a little trail of saliva linking it to a distance, and then pushed her down. Lisa landed with a gasp on the slightly dusty bedspread gasping, spread-eagled, her dark blonde hair splashed about her shoulders and head like a shining halo of light against the backdrop of a heavenly white void. Dani climbed onto the bed and let her angel lie there, naked, her tiny little breasts heaving with each breath, their even smaller pink nipples deftly erect, and her hairless crotch damp and slick with feminine excitement. She took the time to peel off her own clothes, her tank top, boots, bra, trousers and belt, tossing it all any which way to the floor.

Dani pushed Lisa's inert legs part by the knees and crawled between them. The pink flower of flesh that was Lisa's labia was sparkling; the beams of sunlight shooting through the netting of the window emphasized the droplets of premature discharge that were moistening her nether lips. She looked so glorious. Dani couldn't resist touching her any longer. She brought her index and middle fingers together, crawled up Lisa's body on the bed, and pressed their tips against Lisa's pink lips.

"Lick them," Dani said, her tone made heavy by monochrome lust.

Lisa shut her eyes and opened her mouth. The next thing she felt were Dani's two fingertips sliding into her oral cavity. They pressed along the tip of her tongue, being careful not to go too far, just as Lisa closed her lips around them. Dani smiled. Very soon she felt Lisa's tongue running around her fingers. They were bathed in warm saliva, stroked with placid licks, and being sucked at like a baby to a pacifier. Lisa had the most seraphic expression to her as she sucked them -- her blushing pink cheeks pulled in, her lips forming a cute `O' shape, while her eyes remained tightly shut. The halo of her hair and the little moans she expelled every few moments contributed greatly to the beauty of that visage. As lovely as it was it couldn't last forever. Dani reluctantly withdrew her fingers from Lisa's mouth and they emerged coated by slick, hot saliva. What she did next was press her wet fingertips on Lisa's chin. From there (and Lisa opened her eyes to see it) Dani dragged her wet fingers down her chin, along her quivering neck, through the centre of the collarbone, down the valley between her tiny tits, over her tight stomach, then the rest of the way in descent to the fleshy hood of her clitoris. A thin by visible line of saliva was left running through the very centre of this angel, "splitting her in two". Lisa raised her head to see what Dani was doing. What she saw was Dani lowering her head between her thighs while at the same time feeling two other things. One was a pair of wet fingertips brushing her vulva and the other was a cool wind of breath waving around her clit. Dani smiled briefly.

Then, in a compounded action, Dani both suckled at Lisa's clit and thrust her fingers up her vagina.

A scorching shriek pierced the relative quiet of the room. Immediately Lisa's head dropped back onto the bed, her dazzled blue eyes scrunched shut, her tiny mouth opened wide, her nubile back arched, her little toes curled up, her fists grabbed at the sheets and her hips involuntarily pushed closer into Dani's sucking/fucking of her. Dani held on as best as she could with Lisa's screams in the background, to do what she wanted. Her lips curled around the small love button and her tongue flicked at it with continuous arcs of back and forth. At the same time her fingers pushed in and out of her lover's inexplicably tight pussy (which was now even tighter, with wet internal flesh clamping down hard on those fingers). Dani's actions were both deft and methodical. As she picked up the tempo with her fucking she sped up the rate of her sucking and licking. The reaction elicited from Lisa was automatic and expected -- utter rapture. Without her being aware of it her hips bucked repeatedly. Her feet arched and dragged twin bunches of the sheets underneath her toes. She literally screamed; overcome with pleasure that she hadn't felt before, not even the first time she had sex. Normally Dani avoided her clit... but not today. What she achieved as a result was a complete sexual overload; the two most important parts of her womanhood both loved and appreciated with Sapphic care by someone experienced enough to know what she was doing. Everything that had dwelled on Lisa's mind up until that point, her phoney parents, her schoolwork, her social isolation, the complexities of her relationship with Dani; all of that became irrelevant. All she was left aware of was the unaccountably pleasing feeling of being consumed and devoured by the actions of another humble human being in this miserable, meaningless rat race people called `life'.

The orgasm that hit her was like a wave. It washed over her, striking like a thunderbolt but moving like a rising tide, both a bombardment and a bathing, in the limpid pool known as satisfaction. Lisa's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her torso convulsed and bucked, and her vagina spat a blast of female ejaculation into the imaginary gap between her vulva and Dani's face. Clear liquid splattered the sheets between her hips and droplets of it hit Dani's lips, cheeks and jaw. Lisa collapsed onto the bed again and was left an immobile mass, her hands and feet tangled up in the duvet. Her breathing slowed from a coarse and throbbing drum beat to a slow classical mantra. With each breath her chest rose and fell. Without looking, she felt Dani's lips disengage from her clit and her fingers withdraw from the honey pot they had so recently been buried in. Lisa then felt Dani crawl up her body and kiss her again, this time softly, appreciatively.

But then something odd happened.

When Lisa's foggy eyes opened up, when she looked up into the face of the one whom had given her so much pleasure, she didn't see Dani's face... she saw Nicole's. She was started for a moment, so shook her head and looked up again. This time she did see Dani, arrogant grin and all. But the face she saw first concerned her.

Had she... been thinking about Nicole the whole time...?