"Enemy or Not?"
by GrandMoff
This is a fictional story, intended purely for the entertainment of readers. It involves sexual situations between two young women, i.e. (f/f) There's also a bit of domination in this story. If this offends you, or you can't legally view this, please don't read the story. Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.
The basketball team of Mount Union High School in Springfield, MO, was doing very well this year. They had a great record: 17 wins and 2 losses. The team had its share of chemistry problems, though, and right at the heart of those problems was Athena Carson.
At a mere 154 cm, (5 feet, 2 inches) weighing just 47.5 kg, (104 pounds) she was the smallest player on the team. As a sophomore who hadn't yet turned 16, she was the youngest starter. With her average of 26.3 points per game, she was the team's most prolific scorer. And since she was a Carson, she was quite haughty. The Carsons were one of the richest families in the city; and their genes carried an abundance of intelligence and physical beauty besides.
The team had a love-hate relationship with Athena. She enjoyed giving them back-handed compliments, like: "You're a good ball-handler, Kerry. As good as I was when I was 9!" Or: "Nice skirt, Theresa. And you've learned to save your money, obviously; good for you." Athena also liked to arrive late to practice and she truly savored keeping everyone aware of who scored the most points for their team--or for any team in the conference. Her teammates didn't like to admit it, but Athena really was that good. They put up with her because Coach Mason said that they had to, and because Athena would probably leaad them to a state championship this year.
"But is it worth it?" Theresa Zelmer asked her friend May Sorenson. "Don't we take too much grief from that little snob?"
"It's close, but no. We're seniors. This is the only chance we'll have to win a state title. You've worked harder than anybody to get there. Sure, I'd like it if Athena was less--"
"--Arrogant? Less a bitch? I do want to win; I always want to win. And we need her to do that. But...it'd be great to teach her some humility."
"I think we'd all agree."
Theresa had plenty of reasons to dislike Athena--more than anyone else, she thought. Theresa stood 188 cm (6 foot, 3 inches) tall and weighed 74.1 kg, (163 pounds) so she had the classic basketball build. She was the team's starting center, as she had been for all four years of her career. This year, she was the team captain. Athena had stolen some of her thunder. Besides, Athena seemed to needle Theresa quite a bit more than all the other girls. Theresa didn't know why, but she didn't like it. It was almost as if Athena was challenging her--defying her, even. In a way, the amount of talent that short rich girl had was the worst insult. No one would argue; Athena was a better player than Theresa was.
"Wait a minute," Theresa said. "I had an idea just now. You said that the whole team would like Athena to eat a slice of humble pie, right?"
"Yeah, except Laurie."
"Of course. And I've got the beginnings of a plan. We'll need Laurie out of the way for a while."
Laurie Doleman was one of Athena's friends--the only one who as with her on the basketball team. At 184 cm, (6 foot, 2 inches) she looked like a ball player. She played well enough to make varsity, but not well enough to start. Because of her height, she often subbed for Theresa at center. Laurie was marginally nicer than Athena; she was much less agressive and not nearly as smart.
"Listen," Theresa said, a wicked glint appearing in her eyes. "We've got a game at Columbia tomorrow. Do you think the team would go along with this plan?"
The two seniors began scheming.
Away games at Mt Union worked this way: the girls who were on the team got released from class early, got their stuff together in the locker room, boarded the charter bus, and rode to the game as a team. Early in the season, Athena and Laurie had tried to persuade the coach to let them find their own rides, and she'd denied them. "None of us can win a game on her own," Coach Mason had said, "so we're going to be sure that no one has to try."
At 1:45 p.m., Athena left her honors biology class and headed to the locker room. She didn't know it, but Rosi Torrance and Jill Rafferty were talking about marijuana with Athena's friend Laurie--and it was working; they were effectively delaying her.
Athena entered the room and opened her locker. She noticed Theresa and May at their lockers, talking quietly to each other. "Big game today, Theresa," she said. "A win basically guarantees us a trip to state. I hope you realize how lucky you are, having me around to do what you couldn't. Try not to cry for joy tonight."
Athena was talking carelessly and not watching her listeners, so she was startled when Theresa put her hand on the locker door and slammed it. Athena spun, looking angry. Theresa stood in front of her; May Sorenson and Dana Watkins were on either side. "Did you want something?" Athena asked, scowling.
"I did," Theresa said. She was smiling. "I wanted to tell you that I and the rest of the team aren't going to take your shit anymore."
"Whatever."
"Grab her," Theresa ordered. May and Dana siezed Athena's wrists. She only struggled for a moment; they were much bigger and stronger than she was. She'd just use her head to get out of this.
"Okay," Athena said. "Go on and hit me, then. Good luck explaining to Coach Mason why--hey!"
"No one's going to hit you," Theresa soothed, unbuttoning Athena's blouse. "That won't teach you a thing."
For the first time in a long time, Athena felt a little afraid. She glanced around. No one was paying any attention to what was happening. They're all in on it, she realized.
"Looking for Laurie?" Theresa asked. "She'll be missing this game, I hate to say."
Athena watched as Theresa fished a shiny pair of fabric scissors from her large red gymbag. The scissors looked very sharp. Athena's eyes widened.
"Settle down, I'm not going to hurt you," Theresa said. "These are just in case. We're going to remove your clothing. If you let us, you can have it back later. If you fight us, you'll have it back in pieces."
Theresa started taking off Athena's blouse. When May let go of her wrist so they could remove the sleeve, Athena decided to call Theresa's bluff. She jerked very hard. She almost broke free from Dana's grip, but she felt May clamp onto her other wrist again.
"Told you she'd try it," Theresa said to May. She opened the scissors.
"You wouldn't dare," Athena hissed.
Snip.
"I guess I would." Theresa calmly cut down the length of the shirt. Athena couldn't believe that she'd done it. In moments, the garment was gone.
"It'd be a shame to cut this nice skirt," Theresa said. "Be a good girl."
Athena gave her a venomous look, but let them take it.
"Much better. Bra now."
"What? I don't think so!" Athena strained against May and Dana, but couldn't get away. In a few seconds, Theresa was pulling the remnants of her lacy black bra from her 33B breasts.
"Just panties to go. Are you going to make me cut them?"
Athena just glared.
Theresa positioned the scissors at the panties' waistband. "Are you going to make me cut them?" she asked again.
"No," Athena said, her voice raw with anger.
"Good girl." Theresa slid Athena's panties down her legs, folded them, and put them in her gymbag. She pulled another set of garments from the bag and game them to the nude girl. "Put these on and hurry. We've got to make up your face before we go and that bus will be ready to leave soon."
May, Theresa, and Dana kept very near Athena. She could tell that they weren't going to let her do anything else. "Didn't you forget something?" she asked, using a caustic tone.
"Like what?" Theresa replied.
"Underwear, duh!"
"No. I didn't forget."
Athena understood. "You can't be serious."
"Just get dressed; we don't have time."
Seething, Athena tugged on the shirt and skirt, no even noticing what they looked like. She could feel that they were short and tight, but she didn't really care. She'd just be riding a bus, then changing into her uniform.
"Come on, we're on a schedule," Theresa said, grabbing Athena's wrist and pulling her toward the sinks. May followed with Theresa's special makeup kit.
"Stay still. I only want to make you look beautiful...and desirable. There's a reason for all this, you know."
Athena didn't want a bad makeup job, so she closed her eyes and remained carefully motionless. She could feel that Theresa was being rather generous in her work.
"Hey," Dana said, poking her head around the corner, "Coach says we're leaving now, Theresa."
"Then let's go." With amazing speed, Theresa got a firm hold on Athena's forearm and led her from the room. "May, bring my stuff, would you?"
"Right behind you," May responded.
"You're sitting with me--you're window; I'm aisle--at the back of the bus.
"I always sit with Laurie--"
"--She's stoned out of her mind by now. She's not coming with us. And listen, I want you to behave yourself."
"Or what?"
Theresa tugged upwards lightly on the hem of the black microskirt Athena was wearing. "Or you'll be giving everyone a show, sweetie."
Once she was in her seat, with Theresa in the seat next to her, Athena took stock of her appearance. The skirt showed every bit of her shapely legs and just barely covered her butt. She doubted that she'd be able to bend at all in the tiny thing. As for the thin, lavender, cotton baby-tee, it was cut to show not just her abdomen, but her ribs, and nearly the bottom of her breasts. It stretched tightly across her chest, making her large nipples very obvious. So I can't bend over and I can't jump. I guess I'll stand or sit until I can change into my uniform.
"It does you justice," Theresa said, watching Athena as she checked herself out.
Athena's face grew hot. "Go to hell."
Theresa leaned suddenly. She kissed Athena's lips lightly and briefly. Then she grinned. "You're wearing a lot of lipstick. If I kiss you any harder, it'll smear over both our mouths. Everyone will think we've been making out. Why don't you save yourself the embarrassment and quit being nasty?"
Athena clamped her mouth shut. She'd find a way to get even. She had to endure this for just a little longer.
Theresa sighed. "You're upset. It's all right, we don't have to talk. But I meant what I said; the outfit suits you."
How can she sit there and say that, Athena wondered. I never wear anything like this. She can just expose me at her whim. She's too strong for me to stop her; she could pull up this skirt and this top and show me to the world...
She supressed a powerful urge to touch herself. Where the hell had that come from? She was not turned on; she was angry! Angry at the team, angry at Laurie, and especially angry at Theresa. Athena glanced at the much taller girl. She was listening to her CD player and her eyes were closed. Her long legs were stretched into the aisle.
Look at her! Here I am in this skimpy outfit while she's in respectable shorts and a tank top. Not that those shorts cover those long, smooth legs of hers--they look kind of tight, too. I guess that tank top doesn't hide much either. You can't see her nipples--like you can mine--but it's definitely tight on her chest. She's got to have D cups at least. Athena couldn't help but look at the large armholes and see the strap of Theresa's black lace bra. Weird, she thought, she's wearing the same type that I am; that I was, anyway. I'll be it flatters her.
Athena angrily broke off that train of thought. It had to be the situation making her think like that. She got a magazine out of her gymbag and started reading.
They arrived at Calvin Coolidge High School in Columbia and the team piled off the bus. Coach Mason looked at Athena strangely, but she asked only where Laurie was. Athena answered truthfully that she didn't know.
The players turned from the entrance hall and walked down the smaller corridor that led to the locker rooms. There were a few opposing players scattered in the gym wing of the building.
"I can't believe it! This is too easy," Theresa said. She stopped a few meters from the locker room door and looked at Athena. "Do you know who that is?"
Athena looked at the girl Theresa was indicating. She was stretching by herself. "She's Ladawn Parker, their best player."
"Right. If she's distracted, we'll win much more easily. I want you to take her mind off the game."
Athena kept quiet, looking up at Theresa with horror in her eyes.
"Aren't you going to ask me how?" the tall girl prodded.
"I think I know already. Are you out of your mind? I can't do that!"
"You can. You will. Hurry and do it, before someone else joins her."
Athena swallowed hard and clenched her hands. She took a deep breath and walked towards Ladawn. It's not me doing this, Athena repeated in her head. I'm not doing it; someone else is. I'm not in control. It's not my choice.
The short girl unclasped her bracelet and dropped it to the floor less than two meters in front of Ladawn. She didn't dare make eye contact with the opposing star, but she had to have her attention. "Oops! I'm such a klutz!" she said with a giggle. She bent at the waist and picked up her bracelet, straightening slowly to give Ladawn a wonderful view of her naked pussy.
She turned and forced herself to look at Ladawn. In her most coquettish voice, she said, "Oh, hey there, sexy. I'll see you on the court. I hope we can guard each other. Very closely." She winked and strode back to Theresa. She was so overwhelmed by what she'd jsut done that she let Theresa guide her by the hand into the locker room and sit her on a bench.
"Her eyes were ready to burst out of her head!" Theresa laughed. "I doubt that she'll play effectively tonight."
"I'm going to the bathroom," Athena said. She stood and practically ran toward the heavy door. She lunged through and let herself partially collapse, leaning with her forearms on the nearnest sink. "Oh God," she moaned.
"You really went above and beyond," Theresa said, startling Athena. "I saw how you hiked up that skirt so she could see your asshole and your pussy. I saw how you wiggled your hips during the whole performance."
"Anything I do, I do to the best of my abilities."
"I believe you. But it doesn't hurt that you enjoy it--"
"--I don't enjoy it!" Athena shrieked.
"I see I hit a nerve."
"Did not!"
"You're hot and bothered."
"No!"
"You came in here to play with yourself."
"No! No!"
"Then look in the mirror," Theresa said.
Athena did so. "And what am I looking for?" she asked.
"It's what I'm looking for that counts." Theresa abruptly sneaked a finger beneath Athena's microskirt and along the length of her slit; she held it up triumphantly. The finger glistened with moisture.
"You're not being honest," she scolded. She wrapped her arms around Athena's chest, pinning her. She pushed her muscular left thigh between Athena's legs and moved rhythmically against the wet lower lips. Athena gasped.
"Stop," she panted. "We could get caught any second."
"Yeah, we could...and it's turning me on." Theresa ground against Athena for another two or three seconds. Then she quit. "You told me to stop, so I will. I'm not a rapist." She nibbled Athena's earlobe for a moment, then released the smaller girl. "You can remove the makeup; it's close to game time."
The door closed and Athena shuddered. She almost wished that Theresa had kept going; she'd been incredibly close to orgasm. No, I'm not like that, she told herself. This isn't exciting me at all. With tremendous effort, she beat the urge to masturbate. She started washing her face.
When she opened the bathroom dorr, she heard Dana Watkins and Kerry Shoep talking.
"...Theresa made her look like a total slut!" Kerry was saying. "She might just as well have been holding a 'Fuck Me' sign."
"But she carried the look off. One more reason to hate her I guess; she's got a smoking body," Dana said.
For some reason, Athena felt a little...warm...when she heard her teammates saying those things. She pretended not to hear and walked quickly to her locker.
She stopped and stared. Theresa was changing into her uniform. Her large breasts were topped with tasty-looking nipples that stood up proudly. Her puffy lips were devoid of hair, so it was easy to see her gleaming arousal. And she said that I was getting excited; what a hypocrite! I was making her hot!
"Enjoying the show?" May said from behind Athena. Theresa grinned; she'd caught Athena fair and square. The short girl was blushing. "You were right again," May continued, "this little pervert was spying on you."
"We've got a game. She'll get her punishment afterward. Get into your uniform, Athena; but you still aren't getting underwear. We've got to keep Ladawn preoccupied.
Coach Mason's Lady Knights won the game handily. Following Theresa's orders, Athena took every opportunity to rub against a thoroughly distracted Ladawn Parder. Several times, she discreetly got her shorts to ride up so she could let Ladawn feel her uncovered pussy on her leg. Athena couldn't believe her own shamelessness.
In the locker room, she could feel herself wanting to continue the exhibition and she was too horny to resist her impulse. She pulled off her uniform and set it on the bench, near Theresa. She leaned back against the row of lockers, her breasts heaving, her body covered in sweat, one of her knees slightly raised. She put on her most seductive look and fastened her bedroom eyes on Theresa. "I'll just stand here naked until you give me some clothes--"
"--Come with me," the tall girl said, grabbing her gymbag and nearly dragging Athena to the bathroom.
The door was still closing when the two girls attacked each other. They kissed like lovers who'd been separated for years. Their hands roamed each other's bodies. Theresa caught Athena's wrists. "Keep your hands at your sides, baby," she instructed.
"But I--"
"--You didn't want to get caught, remember?"
"Fuck that! It's your fault I'm so horny!"
"Sh. We haven't time to do this right. Have you ever been with a girl before?"
"No," Athena answered, a little shy in spite of her arousal.
"Then relax and let me show you." Theresa picked up Athena as she might pick up a small child--carefully and effortlessly--and sat her on the edge of the sink. She parted Athena's trembling legs and began to lick and suck her pussy with gusto. "Damn, you taste good," she mumbled.
All Athena could do was gasp in reply. She felt like she might pass out at any moment; how could anyone be expected to handle this pleasure? She had absolutely no control of her shaking body. Yes, I wanted this, she admitted to herself. Theresa was right; I've been wet since she cut off my blouse and took charge of me.
Someone opened the door. Athena and Theresa heard it. Athena kept her eyes shut and kept humping Theresa's mouth. Theresa didn't pause either; she kept lapping Athena's hot fluid. "Whoops," the intruder--it could have been May--said, and she left the bathroom very quickly.
They'd been spotted. Athena's excitement grew even more.
Then the door opened again! The room filled with the sounds of many feet and voices. I'll bet half the team is watching, Athena thought.
"All right, Theresa!"
"Ooh, that's hot!"
"I don't believe what I'm seeing."
"Tongue-fuck that slut!"
Athena's body was on fire. "Oh, yes...yes...yes!" she somehow stammered between wheezing breaths. She came hard all over Theresa's face. She heard her teammates clapping and hooting. It was humiliating--but it was fabulous!
"Okay, hon," Theresa murmured, kissing Athena's ear. "Let's get cleaned up and dressed and get out of here."
"Yeah," Athena said, opening her eyes. "I need a shower..."
When they got on the bus, Athena couldn't look anyone in the eye. She almost ran to her seat. Theresa kept having little whispered conversations all the way to the back of the bus. Finally, she sat next to Athena.
"I guess we've got a few homophobes on the team," Theresa said with a sigh. "Someone, maybe Kerry, told Coach about what we were doing in the bathroom."
"Oh no!"
"Don't worry about it," Theresa reassured her. "Coach Mason's cool; she won't make a big deal of it."
Athena felt some relief. She changed the subject. "I never knew Ladawn was gay."
"She isn't. Not as far as I know, anyway."
"What? Then why did your...um, tactic...work?"
"You really are cute," Theresa said, ruffling Athena's long black hair. "It worked because you're so beautiful--beautiful enough to make girls who think they're straight realize that they aren't."
"Do you mean that?"
"Yeah. And you're smart, fun--and you obviously aren't scared of taking risks. Why are you so mean? Everyone would love you if you gave us half a chance."
There was a long silence. "I don't know," Athena admitted. "It's automatic, I guess. I'll work on it, Theresa."
"I'm glad," the tall captain said. "Therefore, I pronounce this lesson, 'Learned.' I'll give you your clothes and pay for what I cut when we get back."
"Don't worry about money. I've got a lot. Besides, I had it coming."
"Hey, listen," Theresa said, "there'll be a party at May's house tonight; we always have one after a victory. Do you want to go?"
"I don't know where it is," Athena said.
"I'll take you there, if you want."
"I'd like that. When?"
"Be ready at 12:00, all right?"
"Sure. Thank you."
"No problem."
"...Theresa?"
"What is it?"
"I'm sorry I've always been such a bitch to you. You're really nice. I like you a lot."
"Forget it. I hate to say this, but I've always admired you."
"Always?"
"Yup. Even when you were being really hurtful, I just couldn't hate you."
Athena kissed Theresa very boldly. The couple had a playful tongue-fight that lasted for several minutes. After they broke the kiss, they began to talk to one another. They talked mostly about interests, finding that they shared quite a few. Occasionally, Theresa could feel disapproving stares on her. She ignored them.
It was nearly 11:00 when the bus arrived at Mt Union HS. Theresa expected the coach to be waiting for them at the front of the bus, and she was.
"I hear that the two of you are finally getting along," Coach Mason said wryly. "I like that. And as far as I'm concerned, there's no such thing as 'too friendly.' However, please don't do anything too...passionate...where the other girls can easily spot you, okay? If they get their parents involved, it'll turn into a big mess."
"Got you, Coach," Theresa said.
"We'll be more careful," Athena added.
"Thanks. Oh, and Athena? You've got a bit of lipstick on your neck, right there."
Athena and Theresa walked slowly toward the school doors; Coach Mason walked fast. When their coach was inside the building, both girls started laughing. "I told you she'd be cool," Theresa said.
Athena didn't have long to prepare for the party, since Theresa would be picking her up at midnight. She chose a tight, ankle-length, scarlet skirt that had a long slit on the left side. She paired that with a zebra-striped, sleeveless silk blouse. She hadn't done anything with her long, straight black hair for ages, so she put it into two cute pigtails, securing it with yellow hairbands. Theresa had never seen her hair in pigtails, after all. She put on sparkling silver eyeshadow and plum lipstick.
"Whoa," she said, looking at her reflection, "I look like I'm going on a date." To complete the outfit, she picked a pair of black leather platform sandals. She stood waiting at the estate's main gate. Five minutes before 12:00, Theresa's blue Impala arrived.
"I'd figured I would have to come in and ring the doorbell," Theresa said as she drove.
Athena stole glances at the older girl. Theresa's luscious legs were on display in a tan miniskirt; her gorgeous breasts stood out thanks to the hot pink halter top she wore (which looked a little too small for her.) "I, uh...I didn't want to keep you waiting," Athena answered. "You look really, really good, you know that? Really good."
Theresa ran a hand self-consciously through her wavy chestnut hair. "That's too much, but thank you."
They made small talk during the short car ride. Both young women could feel the thick tension between them, but neither one tried to break it. It was a little uncomfortable, and an little exciting. They knew that something had changed--something momentous--when they'd had their quick adventure in the bathroom.
They both had friends at the party and they soon moved into different circles to talk and dance. Unconsciously, they kept rubbing elbows with each other every half an hour or so. Athena normally liked dancing, but she didn't do much of it this evening. Instead, she found herself conflicted. By 2:00, she had dropped the pretense, found Theresa, and stayed close to her. A few of Athena's friends and a few of Theresa's friends moved away from them. Neither girl cared much.
"Hey, you know who that is, right?" Theresa asked, pointing at a cute girl across the room.
"Tammy Shelton...she's a cheerleader, isn't she?"
"Yeah. And she's been looking you up and down all night."
"I've noticed," Athena said, glancing at the slender, red-haired girl.
"So why don't you go over there; see what she wants?"
"If I did that, what about you? What would you--"
"--Don't worry about me. We're not girlfriends," Theresa said, forcing a laugh.
Athena spun on her heel and stomped over to Tammy. Fury flashed in her eyes, but she hid it well. If Theresa didn't care--"Hey there, pretty girl," she said.
"Hi--"
Maybe Tammy would have said more, but Athena was kissing her vehemently. The redhead couldn't believe Athena's apparent passion, and her knees weakened. Athena pulled back for a moment. "Let's go upstairs, gorgeous."
Tammy nodded, half in a fantasy world; Athena's kisses had dazed her. Athena took her hand and led her away. Theresa watched, suddenly feeling ill. Athena had, for an instant, looked positively livid. Theresa tried not to think about the younger girl, or about anything.
May drew her aside. "What are you doing anyway?" she asked, her voice as quiet as she could make it and still be heard over the party's music.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm your best friend; you know what I'm talking about. What's really going on with Athena?"
"I-I'm not sure."
"In that case, maybe I should remind you about a girl named Joan, and what she--"
"--Stop, please. You don't need to remind me. I won't ever forget."
Mercifully, three girls joined them just then, wanting to talk about the rock concert that was only two weeks away. As they gabbed, Theresa's mind wandered to Athena again and again. Had she hurt the younger girl? Suddenly, May nudged her and pointed. Theresa saw Athena as she descended the stairs and nearly ran for the door. Theresa excused herself and proceeded quickly out of the house, chasing Athena.
She caught her in the front yard. "Athena--"
"--Shut up! And don't touch me, damn it!"
"Athena, I..."
"...I'm sorry, Theresa. I want to go home. Please, just take me home."
They got into the car silently. Before long, Theresa had to say something or go mad. "Athena, honey..."
She looked over at the yonger girl. Tears were freely washing Athena's lovely face. "I hate all of it," she whispered.
Theresa pulled the car to the roadside. She put her arms around Athena and pulled her close, resting the girl's head on her chest, embracing her, trying to comfort her.
"I did it, you know." Athena's voice quivered. "I fucked Tammy. And now I feel so cheap and used adn I did it because I wanted you to be jealous because I wanted you to stop me because I've fallen in love with you. But you didn't stop me and now I hate you and I hate me and I hate everything and I feel worthless and--damn it all, Theresa! Why did you let me do it?" Athena broke down and sobbed loudly into Theresa's chest.
"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry.
"When I was your age, I fell in love with an older girl. We both said we loved each other. We kissed all the time and made out a lot too.
"One day, I caught her making out with a guy. She said it was a one-time thing, but that she really loved only me...and I believed her.
"Four months later, she admitted that she was pregnant and she wanted to marry the father. I said I thought I was her one-and-only. She said she loved me, but I wasn't the only one she loved anymore.
"So for the first time since then, I began having those feelings again, for you. I was too scared of getting hurt to let you know. Instead, I hurt you. I'm so sorry. I'm just so sorry, my angel." Theresa kept stroking Athena's shining hair, blinking hard against her own tears.
"Oh God, Theresa," Athena sniffed. "Who did that to you? I'm going to kill her."
"Sh. It's okay. I love you, Athena. Will you forgive me?"
"I love you, 'Resa. I have to forgive you." She swallowed and continued. "But before you say you love me, think about it. You've seen how I get now. I'm very jealous and I'll want you to be too. I'm an over-reactor. Do you really want someone like that?"
"I want you more than I want anything."
Suddenly, a gleam appeared in Athena's eyes. "Then let's make up right now," she said. She moved so fast Theresa couldn't follow the motion, yanking up the pink halter top and kissing those beautiful breasts. She pressed onto Theresa, rubbing as much of that tall, taut body as she could with her own slender, muscular body. A thoroughly wicked idea came to her.
"You're so enchanting," Athena purred. "Show me that sexy body of yours. Ooh, I love your abs! Put your arms a little back."
Theresa put her hands behind her and Athena became a blur of activity again, taking Theresa's wrists and tangling them in the Impala's old-fashioned seatbelt.
"Hey!"
"Please, just trust me. You want me to make you feel good, right?"
"Yes," Theresa found the strength to answer. Athena was kissing her neck now, running her hands very slowly over Theresa's exposed chest.
"I also want to," the younger girl said. "So I'm going to. I'm going to make you feel very, very, very good. Let me do that for you."
"Mm," was the best reply Theresa could manage. Athena was toying with the hem of her skirt and licking between her breasts. Already, Theresa was having trouble breathing.
Athena began licking along each of Theresa's ribs. Theresa felt as though her nipples would burst, they were so hard. Her pussy was much worse; it ached like it was boiling and had to be doused now! Athena ran her fingers up and down Theresa's very sensitive flanks.
"P-please," Theresa said. "Hurry!"
Athena feigned ignorance. "Hurry? Um...what do you want me to do, love?"
"Anything! Just do it fast and hard!"
Theresa couldn't see Athena's evil grin. Deliberately, gently, Athena kissed Theresa's swollen nipples, right then left. "Fast and hard? So that won't do it?"
Theresa struggled to catch her breath. "No...please..."
Athena slipped her hand beneath Theresa's skirt and carefully stroked Theresa through her drenched panties. "Rgh!" Theresa groaned in frustration.
"That won't do it either?" Athena asked, pushing Theresa's panties to one side.
"No...ah! Please...do me!"
Athena licked Theresa's navel and fondled her lower lips, avoiding the rigid clitoris.
"Oh! You're...driving me...nuts! Fuck me! Ah!" Her orgasm was close--right at the door--but Athena wouldn't let her reach it. Theresa began to sweat and writhe. She felt great, but Athena was teasing her so much...
Athena had removed Theresa's skirt by now and was kissing her thighs and lower abdomen. "Have a little patience," she mumbled, giving Theresa two fingers to suck.
"Mmm," Theresa slurped, half-mad with the need to cum.
Athena pulled her dripping fingers from Theresa's mouth and drove them into Theresa's sopping pussy. A split second later, she ran her tongue across Theresa's clitoris.
Theresa came like a volcano--loudly, violently, sending hot liquid into the air and Athena's mouth. She kept cumming as Athena continued to massage her clit and fingerbang her pussy. She nearly passed out from lack of breath. Her body shook, her vagina tried to pull Athena's entire arm inside her.
Athena tenderly kissed Theresa's cheeks, nose, and ears as she recovered from the...the what? Could it be called a series of orgasms? Theresa had had orgasms, and none of them had been anything like that! Those climaxes she'd just had could have moved the earth. Athena freed Theresa's arms, and the tall girl used them to hug her young lover fiercely. "Athena...I love...you so much...so much..."
"I love you, 'Resa. You smell so good; you feel so good; you taste so good." She stopped talking and kissed Theresa, pouring her love into her.
"Okay," Theresa said after quite some time. "I guess I ought to take you home, huh?"
"You're right. But I so hate to leave you. It's like I've taken my first breath of air. I've finally found what matters."
"I hate to leave you too."
"Well then, let's not stay apart. Why don't you go shopping with me tomorrow?"
"I'd like that a lot. Where and when?" Theresa asked.
"Can you pick me up again?"
"Of course, silly!"
"Sorry you have to. I can drive, just not legally."
"Forget about it. When should I come get you?"
Athena pursed her lips. "How about 6:00--and bring your appetite. I insist on treating yo to dinner while we're out there."
They reached Athena's estate and Theresa stopped the car. "Good night," Athena said, opening her door.
"Good n--mm!"
Athena had used her speed to great effect one more time, planting a firm good-night-kiss on Theresa's open mouth.
"Good night, 'Resa," she whispered as she drew back.
"Good night, Athena."
"What are we looking for?" Theresa asked as she and Athena began strolling through the mall.
Athena said, "That depends on you. I told myself that I wouldn't be nervous--okay, here goes...will yo go to the February Formal with me?"
"Baby, I'd love that." Theresa put her arm around Athena's waist and squeezed her.
"What a relief! Thank you."
"You thought I'd refuse?"
"Hey, I reserve the right to be a little scared when I'm asking a beautiful woman for a date."
Theresa blushed hard.
"To answer your original question," Athena continued, "I think we should shop for dresses for the dance."
That's precisely what they did. They searched for an hour, then Athena led Theresa to Castelano's for a sumptuous dinner. The fancy Italian restaurant was expensive and Theresa had never been inside it, but Athena smiled and said, "Nothing's too good for my lover."
After the meal, they continued looking for dresses. Theresa found a backless red satin dress with a choker-type neck clasped at the throat. Athena immediately adored it. "It contrasts with those beautiful green eyes of yours," she praised. "You're irresistible in that dress!"
Hearing that, Theresa was quick to buy it.
Two stores later, they came across a sky blue, scoop-necked dress with a lacy, detailed bodice and full skirts. Theresa talked Athena into trying it on. When the shorter girl modeled it, Theresa nearly drooled. "It's hot!" was all she could say. Athena smiled flirtatiously. She and Theresa returned to the dressing room.
"I'll be ready in a moment and then we can go," Athena announced. She turned her back to Theresa, unzipped the dress, slipped it from her shoulders, and let it slide slowly down her body. She swayed her hips as the dress fell past them.
Quick as a flash, Theresa bent the black-haired girl over and tugged down her panties. The hunger in her actions was like that of a starving lioness. "I'm going to eat you now," she growled. Athena's pussy went to flash-flood condition so fast that she hardly believed it. Was getting wet that quickly even possible?
She stopped wondering and started thrashing as Theresa's mouth clamped onto her crotch from behind. The tall girl's lips and tongue swept along Theresa's lower regions--starting at her anus and ending at her clitoris--in rapid, shallow strokes. Athena's legs wobbled and she nearly fell. She took several gasping breaths and concentrated on remaining standing. She cooed without realizing it. "Yes, 'Resa. Yes...Oh yes! 'Resa, baby! Oh yes!"
Theresa started slurping very loudly. Through her pleasant haze, Athena noticed the racket. "'Resa," she sighed, "too loud...baby...they'll...hear us."
Theresa lubed her middle finger with Athena's fluids and slipped it into Athena's tight asshole. "Shut up and cum, baby; I don't care if the whole world hears us," she mumbled into the younger girl's drenched vagina. She resumed her slurping immediately.
Athena heard the animal desire in Theresa's voice and it made her hotter than ever. She came a few seconds later, finding that Theresa's finger really added to her pleasure. She turned, still nude, sloppy, and shaking, and sucked ravenously on Theresa's tongue. Athena pulled on her clothes and the girls left the changing room to pay for the dress.
The clerk turned red as they approached--so did Athena when she saw the look on the clerk's face. The 30-something woman had probably never heard anything like what she just had, and she was embarrassed. No one mentioned what happened. When the two girls left the store, they giggled.
"I want you to come to my house and spend the night," Athena said.
"I don't know if I can..."
"oh, please! You're 18; you can just tell your parents where you'll be, right?"
Theresa felt herself caving under the pressure of Athena's brown doe eyes. "They know about my preference and they'll want to know who you are. Are you comfortable with me telling them that?"
"Yeah, unless you want me to tell them."
Theresa was astonished at Athena's lack of fear. "What! But what about your parents? Or your friends? What about--"
"--Just come home with me. Please, 'Resa? There's always lots of time to worry later."
"All right."
They stopped at Theresa's house so she could grab a few clothes and toiletries and hang her new dress in the closet. Then they continued to Athena's estate.
"We were right at your place; why didn't you tell your parents what was going on while we were there?" Athena asked.
"They weren't there," Theresa said. "Saturday is their dart league night. Don't worry, I'll call them."
"Who's worried? Come one, let's stow your stuff in one of my rooms and I'll show you around the place."
One of my rooms, Theresa thought. I'm in a different world. She followed her girlfriend, rather awestruck.
It took nearly an hour for Athena to show Theresa the rooms she wanted her to see. Eventually, they returned to a large second-floor room. "It's my TV room," she'd explained earlier. "My dad's TV room is on the first floor and my mom's is in the basement, so they never come up here." The TV had a 200 cm screen. Shelves of DVDs and video games lined the room. The floor was covered with bright, soft, multi-colored beanbags. Theresa had never seen beanbag chairs even half this size--they were truly immense. Athena plopped into one of them, playfully pulling Theresa with her. "Put your head in my lap," she murmured into Theresa's ear. The taller girl shivered and did so. Athena deftly punched a few buttons on the remote and a movie began playing--a sweet, subtitled romance that featured two very pretty Swedish girls.
"I love romances. I've never been interested in guys," Athena confided. "I wasn't interested in girls, either. But now I am interested in one. One very lovely, funny, sensitive, sexy girl. She's all I want."
"Saying things like that will only make me love you more," Theresa sighed.
The girls began to touch each other as the movie progressed. Slowly, they undressed one another and took their petting farther. The movie ended and a soft, soothing classical album began to play over the sound system.
Athena decided that Theresa was more than wet enough. She pushed two fingers into the green-eyed girl, listening with pride to her satisfied groans.
Theresa was awash in pleasure and knew she was about to have an orgasm. She pressed two fingers past Athena's labia--
--And she stopped, amazed.
"W-what is...it, 'Resa? Keep...going!"
"But your hymen--"
"--Please! Do it!"
Tears filled Theresa's eyes. She came as she thrust into her young lover. Athena felt only slight pain; she began riding Theresa's hand to her own orgasm. It didn't take long to hit.
"I love you," she panted.
"I love you too," Theresa said.
Athena looked down and was horrified to see Theresa crying. She wrapped the bigger girl in her strong arms. "'Resa, my love, what's wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"I have nothing to give you," Theresa said. "I just took your virginity; and I--I'm so ashamed. I can't give you mine."
"Sh. Easy, love. You have nothing to be sorry for. This girl before me, she took yours, right?"
"Yes."
"It didn't work out, but that wasn't your fault. I won't lie. I wish that I had been your first. But we love each other, and that's all that is important."
"You're right, but I'm still sorry. I wish you could have been my first too."
"Hush now. Relax and listen to the music. All is well."
(For now at least) The End