Title : BeCarefulWhatYouWishFor
Author: marilyn m.
E-mail: an19377@anon.penet.fi

		***Disclaimer:  This story is a work of
		fiction and contains descriptions of
		consentual sexual acts between women.
		(Although it IS fiction, it does contain
		fantasies about real people, so some names
		have been changed to protect identities.)
                *****************ENJOY********************


			Be Careful What You Wish For...
			      by marilyn m.


	I moved into the dorms this semester because I got kicked out of
my house.  It wasn't the first time, though...you see, my father and I
don't get along at all so he beat me and kicked me from the house last
year right before I graduated from high school.  Anyway, I was both ap-
prehensive and relieved that I'd be moving into the dorms.
	My mother was helping me move into my double room on the 9th
floor of East Hall when I looked down the corridor to where a bunch of
girls were lounging around.  One of them said something to her friend and
then she screamed, "Hello!!!  Welcome to East Hall!!!"
	What a welcoming party.

	I was alone for my first night there (well, not entirely alone...
the girls who had my room hadn't completely moved out from winter break,
so they were going in and out of the room until really late at night...
during that very unprivate time, I called my girlfriend and talked a bit).
After the girls stopped coming in and out, I shut my door.
	The next night, however, I left my door open.  I thought that perhaps
someone'd come say hi or something.  I'd just finished working on my comic
strip for the school newspaper when the R.A. from the other wing, Bobbi,
appeared in my doorway.
	"Hi...my name's Bobbi.  I see you're our new neighbor."  She gave
me a hesitant smile.  "I'm the R.A. on the other end...so...have you met
anyone yet?"  She looked at my cartoon strip that I had in my hand.  "No
way...YOU do that cartoon?  That's cool!  You have a whole fanclub up here."
The ego boost she gave me relaxed me and put a shy smile on my face. "C'mon,
follow me...they're all watching 90210..."
	I followed her down to the other wing.  Unconsciously I'd forgotten
that I had my strip in my hand and carried it with me.  What were they
going to think of me?  I had on a green t-shirt, jeans, and sailor's cap on.
They would know for sure that I loved women.  She knocked on the door and
introduced me to about five girls who were crowded into this tiny little sin-
gle.  Their attitudes were mixed;  they were practically glued to the T.V.,
and at the same time, curious to see who I was.  I sat down on the floor and
started to watch the show, but, like them, I was curious to see who was who.
	It was hard because the lights were off and the only light was
coming from the tv screen.  I was sitting next to a girl with long, dark
blonde hair and glasses.  Her name was Maggie.

	That night, I didn't fall in love with Maggie.  How could I've?:  I
couldn't even SEE anyone.  For one thing, I had/have a girlfriend, and I
wasn't really looking.  My girlfriend Cori is beautiful--long, dark brown
wavy hair, small, squirrelish brown eyes, nice breasts...Maggie, on the
other hand, has long straight blond hair, blue eyes/glasses...but I must say,
she too is "beautiful".  All the guys who came up to the floor fell in love
with her.  But for some reason, I didn't.  Not at first, that is.
	When I did, it took me by surprise.  I didn't really think that I had
a chance, because I knew she was kinda hooked on this big fat bohunk named
Jeff. She went for those monstrosities that some people call "body builders".
I call them brain-rotted roidheads, myself.  Maggie herself worked out, and
it showed somewhat, although luckily she didn't look like a Ms. Olympia-type:
all muscle and not breasts or trace of former feminine physique.  Maggie has
a shape (she's a little top-heavy for my taste;  she has bigger breasts than
Cori, who's a whole six inches taller than her), and you could find traces
of babyfat here and there, like around her upper thigh and waist.  I don't
mind that, I kinda like my women bigger, shapier.  I went out with a really
skinny girl before, and it was like fucking a coat rack.
	Anyway.  I had my hopes because there _were_ questions about the
ambiguity of her sexuality (even her friends suspected).  She did tell me
once when we were talking about women/women relationships that someday she
would want to experience what it was like to be with a woman.
	Someday.  That was the key word.

	I found out from her ex-roommate that Maggie was a "backrub-whore".
I offered once and Maggie graciously accepted.  The first time, nothing
really happened.  We just talked about everything and anything.  She let
go of a little secret about her; she had thought of her ex-roommate (whom
she now hated) as "attractive", meaning that in the sexual way.  I kept
trying to lead away from the subject of f/f relationships, but it seemed
like the harder I tried, the more it came up.
	After the first backrub, it was like I was being drawn to her.

	Second, third, fourth, fifth, sixth.  By the seventh time she'd
already poured her heart out to me about the relationships with men that she's
had, how it's all unsatisfying and how she longed to find the "man of her
dreams."  She wanted a "big, beautiful man", and she kept digging it into
me that Jeff was that man.  Jeff, however, didn't want a relationship;
he had just broken up with another girl who lives in the same dorm as we do,
and for some reason or the other he just couldn't bring himself to seriously
"see" anyone.  He would come up (he lived off campus) for visits with a
"sneering" look on his face--he wasn't the most kind or least arrogant of
all men--and go into Maggie's room.  She'd get fucked, but she wouldn't even
get satisfied by him in the all-encompassing way.  I knew he wasn't for her,
but she didn't want to acknowledge that.  I tried to tell her that it'd be wise
to move on to other people (*hint* *hint*), but she refused to see where I
was going.
	This seventh backrub took place really late at night.  For a few
nights she'd been having trouble getting to sleep, so I offered her a rub.
Sometimes she asked me to rub her legs, and I'd comply...sometimes during those
"legrubs" she'd be on her stomach and she'd spread her legs that little
fraction of an inch as to allow room for my hand to slide up between them into
the warmth of her inner thigh.  Once, I remember, she caught me off guard and
asked me to do her backside.  I was hoping that this might be another one of
those times.  I started to give her the backrub, first over her t-shirt.  That
annoyed me so I reached up underneath it (which is something that I'd done
many times before.)  She had already taken off her bra, so my fingers had
free roam of her back.  Her skin was feather-soft, and it felt so good to run
my fingers over it...I lifted up her t-shirt as far as it could go without
pulling it up over her large breasts so I could be even freer in my movements. 
She sometimes like it hard, so I'd push my fingers down the side muscles of her
back; sometimes I'd go so far forward that I'd actually be rubbing the sides
of her breasts, which were squashed down and over as she layed one her soft
cream-colored down comforter.  I actually wondered at that point whether she
was a nipple-woman (meaning whether or not she got turned on alot around her
nipples...).  I love those kind.  I myself am not;  I have rather small
breasts and it hurts to play with my nipples.
	Nevertheless, with all these thoughts running through my head I soon
found myself feeling slick in that little spot down there.  THAT surprised
me, because I usually don't get horny giving Maggie backrubs.  Of course,
granted it was really late at night and I suppose anything could've happened.
She was so relaxed at the time that I don't think she would've cared if I
had just flipped her over and started to massage her front.  I continued doing
her back and she asked me if I was falling off the bed.  I said no, but she in-
sisted that I pull myself onto her;  she said that it was alright if I sat on
her.  I did, but the position wasn't very comfortable.  I was leaning closer
and closer to her when suddenly she said, "OOOO-OOOO-C-COLD, COLD!"  I brought
my head back up and she turned her head around to see what was giving her
the cold sensation.  I had on a metal necklace with rainbow rings on it, which
had touch the small of her back when I leaned down.
	"Hmm, you better take those off, hun..."
	I did, and continued the rub.  I just kept leaning forward, and soon
I was in the position where I had my right leg sort of in between her legs and
my left leg on the other side of hers; basically, I was in a very compromising
position.  I kept on rubbing.  I thought of how it would be like to satisfy
her.  I'd longed to hear her moans of sexual pleasure.  I wanted to feel her
soft, moist mound of flesh and part the lips of her love to feel her wetness
covering my chin...I wanted to drink her all up, I wanted her right then.  All 
while rubbing her back, I just leaned more and more forward and my thoughts
were racing--is she feeling the same?  What is she thinking right now?  Is she 
just falling asleep?
	Eventually, I leaned so far forward that I'd have my chin on her back.
I kept up this rubbing and sensuous feeling until I'd been going for about 3
hours.  At that point, she turned over and sat up.
	"I think it's bedtime for Maggie...thanks for the awesome backrub,
sweetie..."
	With that, I picked up my necklace and left the room.
	I knew it then.

	It was late one night, about two weeks and a half after that last
backrub.  I'd given Maggie one or two after that, but not as close or as
long.  We kept being interrupted by her friends who'd knock on the door...
anyway, that late night, I was up talking/confiding in one of our mutual
friends, Dina.  Dina liked this guy named Jeff (not the same Jeff), and she
was telling me about how she couldn't bring herself to tell him about it.  I
told her that I had the same problem.
	"Who do you like?  I thought things were going fine with you and
Cori."
	"Yeah...things are fine...but she understands about me, about my
"other desires"..."
	"So who do you like?"
	"I...I really can't tell..."
	"C'mon...why would I tell her?"
	"Well, if I told you, I'd probably want you to tell her..."
	"So it's someone I know..."
	"Yes."
	"Gee, let me guess..." she said wryly. "Could it be...MAGGIE?"
	I could feel my face flush red and jumped up to close Dina's door.
        "Shhhhhhh!!!!!!  Someone might hear you..." I said.
	"Like I didn't know already...it's kinda obvious..."
	She went on to tell me how her and a friend had talked about it.
Somehow they could tell that I liked Maggie.  Then she went on to ask me if
I really meant what I said, about wanting her to tell Maggie about it.  I
said that she could go ahead.  I really didn't care anymore, I just wanted
to make things straight (?!) with her, and I just wanted to know how she
really felt.

	A few days went by after I'd told Dina who I was "secretly lusting"
after.  She didn't go silent on me like other girls would've, and she never
once stopped in the middle of a sentence when I came into the lounge (as
would've some girls if they had something to hide from me.)  I figured there
was no danger;  I had nothing to worry about with Dina.
	Even so, I kinda watched myself whenever I was around Maggie.  I
behaved as if she knew and wasn't telling me.  I'd watch my every movement,
I'd watch -her- every movement...it was one of those stupid "cat & mouse"
type games.  I HATED that.  We'd be talking, and I'd search her every
word for some sort of clue...did she, or didn't she?
	It was nearing the end of the semester, and I was getting both
relieved and worried.  I'm not the kind of person to let things just go.  I
-had- to know.  It's been a few weeks since that really sensuous backrub;
even since I told Dina, I'd given Maggie a few more backrubs...they were all
very short, though.  Short and sweet.

	Friday night came.  The weather had been beautiful the past week,
and I was just coming in from being out at the library, on the computer.
It was getting dark out, but it the air was still warm and muggy.  I rushed
myself inside;  mugginess, in my book, is equated to the bug population
around here, and I get the willies standing outside for too long--I can't
stand the thought of twenty million bugs coming at me from all sides.
	I felt like I was in a dream...that day-dreamy type state, where
I'm conscious of what I'm doing, but at the same time I wonder if life is
just all a dream.  I got into the elevator and pressed 9.  By this time
in the semester, I had really grown close to my neighbors...9 is my home,
I thought.  And home held for me right then a place to throw my head
down onto a pillow and sleep.
	I reached nine and stepped out of the elevator and turned the cor-
ner to my room;  as I turned the corner, though, out of the corner of my eye
I saw a familiar figure dart into the bathroom.  I looked back and the figure
was gone.  I put my key into my doorknob and then again at the corner of my
eye I saw the same figure dart into Maggie's room.  I saw her blond hair
trail in a wind behind her as she shut her door.  I opened my door and
turned on my light.  Immediately I just froze and stared into the hell-hole
of a room I kept.  Right there I wished that I'd been born a neater person,
because my bed was covered with papers and photographic supplies.  As soon
as I unfroze, I cleared a long spot on the bed for myself and plopped my
head down into my pillow.  Just then, I heard a knock at my still opened
door.
	"Hey beautiful..."  Dina said.  "Um...you got a minute?"
	I kept my head buried in my pillow.
	"Yeffff.  Fatttya wunt?"
	"C'mon, I gotta tell you somethin...you jist might be pleased..."
	I looked up at her, groggily.  "Whut."
	She came in and closed the door, all while sporting a big grin.
A big, evil grin, like the type you'd wear if you weren't sure whether a
person was going to like what you had to say.  "Well...I uh..."  She stood
over me, keeping her grin.
	"What?  What did you do?"
	"Well...I uh..."  Keeping the grin, she dropped the news.
 	"I uhm, sorta told Maggie."
	I could feel my eyes widen and my mouth open.  I didn't want to
lose it on Dina, though, so I quickly stopped myself.
	"Umm.  I guess I shouldn't be mad...I said I wouldn't care if you
did or not...besides, I know she'll just go on with her life and not even--"
	"And she wants to see you about it."
	"Wha...when?  Wait, when did you tell her?"
	"About a week ago."
	A week!  She'd known a week, and during that time she'd had Jeff
over _and_ she'd received backrubs from me, all while we both talked about
life.  Hmmm...
	"Oh...anyway, as I was saying...she obviously doesn't care, since
she's known about it for a week...she has Jeff as her fuck pig and about
a million other guys waiting in the wings for when she gets bored with
_him_..."
	"I know that...but...whatever..."she turned to leave the room,
"she -did- say that she wanted to see you sometime when you have the time
tonight...'kay?"
	".....'kay...."
	She left the room and closed the door behind her.  I looked at my
LD clock.  It was 8:45.
	I put my head back down into the pillow and sighed.

	At about quarter past nine I got my face up out of my pillow.  I
thought a little about what Dina had said;  so I thought that I might as well
go look for Maggie and get it over with.  I had no idea what about why she
wanted to see me--whether it was for what Dina'd told me she'd done or what.
I got up, made sure my door was unlocked, and closed it behind me.
	Quiet hours doesn't start until 1:00 AM on weekends (normally it
would've started by 9), so I could hear about six different stereos compe-
ting with each other as I made my way down the hall, past the bathroom,
towards Maggie's room.  Her door was shut, but her bright pink message board
had her scribble on it:  "I'm here, just knock!"
	I knocked.
	"Who is it?"
	"It's me..."
	"Come...in..."
	I turned the doorknob and opened it a crack, withdrew, and then
opened it enough for me to go in.  Her light was off, and the only light
that was illuminating the room was the light from the tv screen.  She was
tucked snug underneath her cream comforter from the waist down;  from what
I could see, she was wearing something dark...and really revealing.
	I just stood there in front of her door after I'd closed it.
	"W...what's up?  Dina said you wanted to see me."
	"Yeah, I do..."  she said nonchalantly, as she stuck a cigarette
in her mouth and proceeded to light it with her lighter.  "Could you put
my butts over on my desk?"  She extended her arm out to hand me her half-
smoked box of Camel Lights, and as I them from her hand she momentarily
wouldn't let go of them...I don't know what it was, but it seemed like
she _wanted_ to feel my hand overstroking hers, giving that extra little
effort to get the box from her.  "Thanks sweetie..."
	I looked at the tv.  She was watching one of those corny Friday-
night family sitcoms.  I saw the smoke wafting out in front of me from
her as she puffed away at her cigarette from behind me.
	"Sit down, honey...make yourself comfy."
	I was going to sit down on the chair in front of her bed when she
reached out and grabbed my arm.
	"I meant, make yourself comfy with me, right here."  She pointed to
the edge of her bed that was against the wall.  I sat down, my back against
the wall, with my knees bent over her legs.  "Besides, if you sit there,
you'll only block my view of the tv."
	As I stared at the tv screen, I could see more and more smoke waft
out in front of my face.  When I started to pay more attention to them, I
could see that she was blowing smoke rings in my direction.  Those damn
smoke rings.  It always marveled me--I could never blow a smoke ring if I
had to save my life.  Her smoke rings also intrigued me--I found them
terribly erotic.  The smoke rings got closer and closer to me.  I thought
she was leaning closer to me, but when I looked back, I saw she had just
sat up.  She took a last drag on her cigarette and put it into the Coke can
she used as an ash tray.  She leaned herself back down onto her pillow.  I
looked back at the tv.
	"So what's up?"  She said, after moments of silence.
	I didn't know what to say.  All I could think was, "I thought YOU
wanted to see me..."
	"N-nothing, I suppose..."
	I looked back again.  She was wearing a dark camisole and I guess a
half-robe over it (I had not yet seen how far down it went).  Weird thing is,
when I came into the room I couldn't _see_ any cleavage.  Now, she had her
robe undone and I could see the curve where her left breast was leaning off
to the side.  I guess she must've noticed my stare (I certainly didn't!) as
she reached for her robe...but instead of pulling it over her exposed
cleavage, she pulled it back to her side even further.
	"It's getting hot in here...the weather's been screwing me up
_totally_ cuz my fan's not working..."
	I could feel myself blush and turned away, back to the tv.  I
stared at it until I was in "TV trance mode"--hearing but not listening,
looking but not seeing what was on.  I couldn't help but feel nervous.
	"Remember what we talked about earlier?"  She asked.  "Y'know...
stuff about love and all that crap...I said to myself today that I wouldn't
let myself fall head over heels for Jeff...and guess what?  He just keeps
telling me that he doesn't want a relationship, yet I still think that I
can change him...man, just...don't ever assume you can change anybody,
'kay?  I've been through the tears, and I don't intend on going through
shit like this again..."  I just kept staring at the tv, concentrating on
her words.  _Don't try to change anybody_.  I won't.
	She then went on to tell me about more aspects of her life.  Even
though we'd covered some of the same stuff before, I was still intrigued by
what she had to say.  Then she sprang one on me.
	"Do you want to see my new toy?"  She said rather calmly.
	"Toy? Erh..um, sure..."  By toy, I had no clue as to what she meant.
	All she did was just lean over the edge of her bed and pulled something
long and red out.  It was made of red binding, and had two little circular
"cuffs" at each end.  She played with one of the cuffs, and it made a ripping
sound when she pulled it apart.
	"Velcro...very strong velcro..."
	I was puzzled.
	"Wanna try it for me?"
	I was still very puzzled.
	"C'mon, I'll show you.  Here, sit up."  She got out from underneath
the covers and knelt on the bed.  When she knelt I noticed that her camisole
only went to her bellybutton and she wasn't wearing a bottom!  "What's the
matter...haven't you seen one of those before?  Doesn't Cori have one?"  She
smirked and continued to pull me away from my safe wall.  She took one cuff
and put it on my left wrist, the proceeded to wrap the bind around towards
my back and over around my right leg and then under my crotch.  I wasn't
wearing much, just my boxers, and I was afraid that when she tucked the bind
underneath me she might've felt the wet spot from my vaginal fluid.  She didn't
say much, just went on to wrap the bind around my left leg and then back under
my crotch...it was somewhat uncomfortable, and I didn't complain, although I
probably should have.  She brought the bind around the back to my right wrist.
If I tightened my right hand, I could feel it in my left leg; and vice versa.
"How's that?  Not too tight for you?"  I couldn't really say anything--I was
in too much shock about what she was doing.  She started to talk more as I
struggled to keep my sitting position.
	"So...I heard something from Dina not too long ago..."  I could feel
myself starting to itch from the anticipation of what she was quickly getting
to.  "...about something that has to do with you..."  She took my legs, unbent
them, and pulled me onto her bed, lengthwise with my feet towards her pillow.
I automatically fell back first, with my hands and arms at my side, virtually
immobile. "...and me..."
	I didn't know what to do.  It was just like a dam breaking, drowning
me in my doom, the doom that I set myself up for.  She got up onto the bed and
straddled me;  I looked down and I could see the soft patch of dark hair that
covered her pubis. "...you know, I've been thinking...for a week now...and I
figured...what the hell...if that's what _she_ wants..."  She slid herself up,
moving herself closer and closer to my mouth until I saw the furrow grow in
front of my eyes, so close that I was soon breathing on the soft moistness of
her labias.  "...that's what _she_ gets."
	She rammed herself onto my face with such force that I thought I might
have scraped her with my teeth.  I couldn't move because my hand were literal-
ly tied, and I couldn't move my tongue or even open my mouth for that matter;
she was moving in rough, non-pleasure-seeking strokes--it was like she was
trying to rip and tear at my face.  Is this what SHE wanted?  Is this what
SHE thought would give ME pleasure?
	"C'mon, eat me...that's what you want, isn't it?!"  I couldn't see
her--all I could see was a blur of hair and flesh going back and forth in
front of my face, all I could think about was how much pain my wrists were
in, how much this must be hurting her lips, how much...how much I was dis-
gusted with this act, and how much I hated myself for being there.
	I had my eyes tightly shut and I started to hear soft gasps--they
weren't gasps of pleasure, though...they were short, raspy, withering gasps,
almost like sobbing.  I felt her strokes on my face grow slower and slower un-
til she stopped and got off of me.  I opened my eyes and her back was against
the wall.  She just looked at me, and started to undo the cuffs.
	"I...I thought...never mind."
	"What."  I said, gruffly.
	"What what."
	"What did you think, Maggie."
	"I thought that's what you wanted...I guess I was wrong."
	She fully undid the binds and I rubbed my reddened wrists.
	"What I wanted?  What the fuck!"  I took the binds and stuffed them
out her window.
	"Hey! What're--"  Before she got the change to get a hold of the
last part of the bind to catch them before they fell, I grabbed her.  She
smacked me across the face, and I took her by the shoulders and threw her
down onto her bed, her head on her pillow.  I took a wrist in each hand and
pinned her down, looking her straight in the eyes.  She was puzzled...she
was scared.
	"That's...not...how...IT IS!"
	With that, her extremely tensed up muscles shrank limply.  I saw a
tear form at the corner of her eye as she stared intently into mine.  She
never cried in front of anyone, and she didn't start now.  Instead, after I
released her from the pinned position, she took her hand and ran her fingers
down the side of my face.  She used her left arm to pull me down close to her
and brought my chin down to her shoulder and whispered into my ear.
	"Then show me how it is...please...I want to know how it is...I want
to know how it's like to be with you..."
	I didn't have to move very far to start.  I turned my head just a
little and let the tip of my tongue probe her ear and earlobe.  She sucked in
air through her teeth, and let it out with a sigh.  I felt her hands glide
over my t and then slip under it...she fumbled with my bra until it came un-
done, and then ran her fingers across the smooth skin of my back.  The tips
of her fingers felt like raindrops, sending chills over me...I enjoyed it,
yet I twitched at every new one that fell.  I had my left arm bent over her
shoulder, the back of my index finger stroking her cheek once I came up from
nibbling on her ear...
	I looked into her eyes and said,
	"O.K...."
	She closed her eyes as I continued to stroke her cheek with the
back of my finger.  I took my other arm and ran it up her side, all the way
up until it reached the breast that I so wondered about earlier.  Her nip-
ples were still flat, until my fingers reached them.  I cupped her large
breast in my hand and with my thumb, began stroking her nipple area.  I could
feel the tiny little bump growing underneath my thumb tip, and as it did,
Maggie squirmed on the bed, arching her back and pressing her firm buttocks
against the comforter.  I stopped caressing to pull her camisole up over her
breasts, and after I did so, she looked me straight in the eye until I had
bent my head down to take her nipple into my mouth.  As I did so she let out
another soft sigh...I took my hand and played with her other nipple.
	I was straddling her right leg when she, eyes closed, took her arms
and took my leg out from there...that motion left her free to spread her legs
more, and left more space for other things to take place.  As I sucked and
tongued and played with her nipples, she guided my right hand to her warmth.
I felt her--she was slick and supple, the opening of her hole well moistened
with her juices.  'God!'  I thought, 'I just can't wait to pleasure her...I
just can't wait to taste her, to hear her moan in ecstacy...'  I cupped her
flesh in my hand, where the heel of my hand was stroking the little nob of
her clitoris, and my fingers were fiddling and stroking her labias.  I felt
the warm juices slicken her hole even more, and I smeared the wetness all
around her vulva.  The wetness slid around her clitoris and she gasped at the
sensation of slipperiness around that sensitive spot.  It became so wet that
it was by accident that my middle finger slipped inside.  She was so warm, so
soft inside, I felt like I was going to burst out of my skin if I didn't get to
explore her...two fingers went in easily, and soon I felt her moving her hips
back and forth on my hand.  I suddenly stopped, though, because I wanted so
badly to taste her.
	I moved towards the end of the bed, and hooked her legs over my
shoulders.  She watched me as I went further and further down, and I didn't
break the stare with her, even when my tongue-tip first flicked on the
top of her clitoris.  Then, she closed her eyes and moaned a half-moan, half
sigh.  I played my tongue on her clitoris, urging it out from its hood and
drawing back and forth, over and over again.
	"Uuuuuh..." She moaned, long and softly.
	I could feel myself hot and slick in my own spot, and the sensations
and vibrations I was receiving from her could've made me come just by moving
my legs together.  But I resisted my own feelings, and continued pleasuring
Maggie.
	Soon she was moving her hips up and down, and my chin became dripping-
slick from the juices that were flowing from her.  I sucked and played with
that nobule until it stuck out, engorged with excitement.  The rest of her
vaginal opening was a deep pink, and her labial lips were thickened.  I didn't
stop for one second when I decided to explore her depths again.  I took my
hand and brought it close to her buttocks, running my fingers around their
sides, and then up the crack to where her anus lay hidden.  I poked lightly and
gently at the opening, and she gave a few quick gasps.  I decided that I was
far too eager and moved my hand away from her anus towards my chin, where the
opening of her vagina was pulsing at every stroke of my tongue on her clitoris.
First I explored her walls with one finger, making them slick with her lubri-
cating juices...then again as before, two was not a problem, and I felt around
the upper wall and curved my fingers to help in finding her G-spot.  I kept
looking up and she was lost in herself, biting her bottom lip and grabbing my
head, pushing it to her and moving her hips up against it...she couldn't get
any closer, yet she yearned to do so...it was like she wanted to envelope my
head within her own vulva, feeling it as part of her only giving her all the
more pleasure...after a minute or so, I felt I could put one more finger in...
soon, I had my three fingers sliding in and out of her walls, slickening with
every stroke, my pinky finger crushed up against the base of her outer labias,
pressing it towards the outcoming fingers.  I reached as far as I could with
large, quick strokes, drawing them out slowly, searchingly.  All while I
tongued her stiffened clitoris, which was really red and prominent now.  I
reached all the way back into its hood, searching for the root of the mini-
scule pleasure bulb.  By this time she had hooked her legs around my neck and
was holding onto my head, pushing it to her and pushing herself onto it with
long strokes.  I loved to look at her, and I did...her eyes were shut, and
her mouth was half-open, with small whining sighs coming from the back of
her throat...that nearly brought me to come, hearing her sighs and moans of
pleasure.  I could feel myself creaming at the thought of her cumming.
	I could feel her grip on my head tighten and I knew what might be
coming.  Her long strokes were becoming coarser, more rapid and gyrating.
I could feel her vagina grip my fingers each time I withdrew.  I could hear
her breathing become more shallow with every thrust.
	"Uh...uuuh...uuuh...uuuh...ooh...uuugh..."
	I couldn't think of anything but hearing her cum.  I wanted her to
take all she could from me, I wanted her to experience what it feels like
without having a big obstruction in the way of her contracting walls...I
felt her body tighten.  I saw her mouth opening, wider and wider, her
breaths reduced to mere choking sounds as she bucked her pelvis against my
head.  She ground her clitoris against my wiggling tongue and I could feel
her vaginal walls tighten...as I could feel her contractions coming on, I
gave her a few long hard strokes up upon the top wall and she let herself
go.
	"G-G-Uhhaaaaaaa...ah...ah...ah!..."
	She went on and let out a long wailing scream.  As I felt her walls
pulsate, I withdrew my fingers totally and grabbed her buttock, a cheek in
each hand and continued to rub her clitoris back and forth with my tongue.
She bucked and screamed and she let her legs down so her feet were on the
bed so she could lift her pelvis up further with every thrust she made.
Panting, gasping, and still uttering noises from her throat, she took her
pillow and put it over her own face, pulling down so as to muffle each little
cry.  She pulled it down so harshly I thought that she just might pass out.
She didn't, and she took the pillow and threw it across the room and grabbed
onto her comforter, gritting her teeth.  Her clitoris seemed to grow with every
stroke of my tongue, and I could feel her labial lips kissing my chin.  She
thrust until she twitched again, and then I stopped, and got onto my knees.
There, I spead her legs so as to allow entry for my fingers again.  She stared
deep into my eyes as I hooked her right leg over my left shoulder and she
grabbed her left thigh with her hand.  I slipped three fingers in, withdrew,
slipped, withdrew, slipped, withdrew...I resorted to two fingers when three
became a strain on my pinky, and she found it just as good.  In and out I went
for a couple of minutes as she gasped and panted and opened her mouth to let
me kiss her.  I did...I kissed her and delved into her mouth with my tongue
as my fingers darted into her vagina at a lightning speed.  As I was kissing
her, I could feel her breath suddenly become irregular again, and she drew
apart from my lips.
	"I'm c-...c...ahuh...ah...huh! Huh! Huh...G----"
	I could feel her vagina clutch my fingers, and I could feel her walls
pulsating this time.  I blurred my fingers in/out/in/out with every in
movement I could feel nothing--her walls had expanded so much, they let me
dive in with no problem.  She had her eyes closed while she came, and she
formed and "o" with her lips.  I slowed down when I felt the contractions
slowing down, and slowly she opened her eyes.
	"Ummmmm...what about you?...uh-ha...what can I do for you to make you
feel this good?"  She said wispily.
	She looked down and started to move, but I caught her shoulder.
	"No,"  I said.  "I don't need that...it doesn't make me feel right..."
	She looked gave me a look of desparity mixed with sadness.
	"W-...but...I want to make you feel as good...w-what do you and Cori
do?"
	"You really want to know?"
	"Yesss..."
	I looked at her.  Her mentioning of Cori almost sent me running out of
the room.  But I figured it was too late now anyhow.  I took her right leg
from my shoulder and put it down on the bed.  I threw my left leg over it, so
that I was straddling her.  I pushed my shorts down until they were off.  I
was very well lubricated by now.  I pressed the right part of my pelvis
up against her crotch and she gasped.  She gave me a smile.
	"Oooooh...I s-"  She gave a grunt when I forced myself up against her
pubis.
	She sighed, she moaned, oh God, so many beautiful love noises came
from her, so many, one each time I thrust myself against her, as I ran myself
against her leg.  My own very slipperiness is enough to send me over the edge.
I could feel my vulva aching to grab onto something, namely, her leg...I
could feel myself becoming wetter and slicker, my own juices spilling over my
lips and my tingling clitoris.  It wasn't long before I myself felt a shudder
zap my body, a raging maelstrom of sensations that wracked first my pubis and
sending that out to the rest of my body, reaching my head lastly.  I just
felt so good to have her enjoying and sharing my sensations that I was in-
satiable...finally, getting to know her, Magdelene, and she, getting to know
me...how it is to be with me, finding that "whatever" that was missing...