2 comments/ 25525 views/ 17 favorites My Awakening: Spring Break Ch. 01 By: nosliwec This is a continuation of my previous series. So it will be helpful to have read the previous stories beforehand. If you haven't read them, they involved Hailey's sexual awakening at the hands of her sister. It ended with a lesbian orgy with her sister's friends. This series will be a continuation of Hailey exploring her sexuality. These experiences will be different than before and, thus, in different categories. It will not involve her sister, Kaitlin, since she is back at school in California. However, Hailey and Kaitlin's story is not over, so fans of my previous series fret not there will be more coming. Hope you all enjoy it. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. ***** So much had changed since my sister caught me masturbating to a video of her masturbating. I was no longer a virgin. I had a new hairstyle and new fashion style. I had a lesbian orgy with her friends, all of whom had made me feel beautiful and sexy and desired. Then the thing I dreaded happened. School started back up. Gone was my, what I thought of them, support group. Those four women who made me feel sexy and beautiful and desired. In their place, were the peers that had teased me through high school. I was the same girl I was before Winter Break. I just looked different. My head was hung at its usual angle trying hard not to make eye contact. And, thus, the last semester of my senior year began, much like it had started. Largely ignored. The first night after school started I didn't have much work to do. So I logged onto World of Warcraft. I just needed something to get my mind off of things. What better way than some Alliance ass kicking? I had a confidence behind a monitor and headset that I didn't have in face-to-face encounters. I immediately got a whisper from a friend of mine, Hotlikme. Her real name was Hannah. We were both seniors at our high schools. She actually lived in California outside of Los Angeles. We had met doing a random dungeon. She started whispering to me how much the leader sucked. When we finally ended the dungeon, she asked if I could help her with some quests. She played a Blood Elf priest and I was a Troll rogue. We started a fast friendship. She later came over to the guild I was in. We even became Facebook friends. This was the closest person to being a true friend I had and we had never seen each other. She was asking how my Winter Break was, why I hadn't been online for a while, how things were going IRL (in the real life). So we chatted. It was good. I told her about my Winter Break, of course leaving out the incest sex. She commented how she loved my new profile picture. The school year was going by at a steady pace and nothing really exciting took place. Until one day I got a letter from one of the colleges I had applied to. This one was from Brown University. I had placed an early admission on it. I wasn't going to apply early at all, but my guidance counselor had asked me a simple question. "Was there a school that there was no chance I would turn down going to?" So I had thought about it and Brown was the answer. Sure, it was my 'Reach'. I held no illusions of actually getting in. I had very little going for me in terms of extracurricular activities. Since I had applied early on, my essay wasn't the same as the ones I sent over Winter Break. Those had delved into my new awakening as someone trying to discover who she was and wanted to be. (I had told Kaitlin, while writing the essays, that I was writing about my discoveries I'd been having with her. Her eyes had bugged out, but she had replied, "I guess that's one way to get in to college. Making sexually explicit essays to get them so hot and turned on they just had to say yes." We had a laugh at that, but I had explained that my awakening was deeper than the sex. And that I was writing about that.) But the Brown application was, in hindsight, just plain. Much like I was before I was with Kaitlin. So it was really no surprise I had been rejected, but it still hurt. Here I was on the precipice of growing up, of being a new person. Then all of a sudden, I was rejected again. Rejected through high school. Rejected by my first university. I logged onto World of Warcraft. Something about a bad day screamed to me to take it out on the Alliance. Hannah logged on as I entered a battleground. Immediately got a whisper from her. < Bad day? > < Yeah. Brown rejected me. > < Oh. > I was fighting some Draenei shaman at the time so I couldn't really get into the conversation. It was a tough fight, but I defeated that guy, only to be killed by one of his teammates. So I took the time to chat while I waited to respawn. < How'd you know I was having a bad day? > < You're off killing Alliance noobs. Hehehe > I had to admit she did know many pretty well. I smiled to myself. < And on good days? > < You're either in a dungeon or doing your dailies. > I was rushing back into the fray. I wasn't really watching the battleground and helping us win. I was looking for fights. So when the battleground ended, I was shocked. I hadn't fed my bloodlust yet. < Out already? > < Yep. Just ended. > < Who won? > I was dumbstruck. I didn't even know. < Honestly, I don't know. > < LOL Too funny, chica. > We grouped up and did our dailies quickly, then a random dungeon. We were chatting non-stop. By the time we had to log off, I was feeling a little better than I was before. Spring Break was fast approaching when I got a text message. From Naomi, of all people. < Hey, girl! Forgot about me already? > < Of course not. Why? > < Well, haven't seen or heard from you. Is that how you gonna treat all your conquests? Love 'em and leave 'em? > < Umm. No. > < Good! Seriously, though. I am going to Cali over Spring Break, but thought maybe we could hook up before I left. > I was stunned. Was she texting me for a booty call? I stared at the screen, disbelievingly. < That came out wrong. I just thought maybe get together. Talk. Eat. Whatevs. > < Sure. Sounds good. When? > < Well. I head out next Sunday. So maybe next Friday night? You can stay at my dorm. See what dorm life is like. > < What about your roommate? > < She's headed out after classes that Friday. > < OK. See ya then. > She then sent me directions to her dorm. The weekend came and I made my usual appointment with Paige. I had fallen in love with my new hairstyle, courtesy of my sister, and only ever made appointments with Paige. She would ask about how things were going and small chitchat amongst friends. I mentioned Naomi had texted me about going out to Gonzaga Friday night and staying through Saturday. She warned me Naomi could be animalistic at times, but underneath was a sweet girl and wouldn't do anything I didn't want to do. As I was paying her, she leaned in and said, "Look, I know you may not be interested in guys, but if you'd like a nice meal and just talk we would love to have you over for dinner." I agreed to that and we set it up for the following Friday. The Friday after Naomi. As I was getting into my car, I got a call from Marissa. I picked it up and immediately she was talking. "So, I just heard you agreed to see Paige and James next weekend. I also heard you have this weekend booked with Naomi. Sooooo. I was wondering if you had a spot available in your schedule for Olivia and I." So now I found out the truth. This went way beyond coincidence. Initially, I had thought Naomi's text was coincidence. Paige merely asked after I had told her about Naomi, but Marissa confirmed it for me. Somewhere in all of this, the three of them had arranged all of this. And I was going to find out. "How'd you find out? Let me guess. The three of you conspired to fill up my Spring Break with—what?—sex? Then, drew straws to ask me out? Did you get the short straw and had to wait to ask me 'til last? That must mean Naomi won me and gets me first. That how it went?" I had no idea where it all boiled out from, but she was stammering by the end of my rant. Maybe I was tired of being walked over or dismissed as insignificant. Maybe I was antsy about college admissions, I still had only heard from Brown. Maybe, if I was honest with myself, I was frustrated. Frustrated my life hadn't changed since my tryst with Kaitlin. Frustrated that I wasn't strong enough on my own to see me how these four women saw me on New Year's Eve. Frustrated, really frustrated, with the lack of sex since that night. "That's not how it is. I swear. I was just trying to make a joke. Your sister told us your Spring Break coincided with Olivia, Naomi and mine. Then we hashed out a plan. It was lame, but it's only so we can spend time with you. That's all. No sex. Well, not if you don't want." I was embarrassed. I had gone off on Marissa for no reason. I was ashamed of myself. "Oh," I said in the smallest voice I had ever used. She picked up on it. "It's not your fault. We went behind your back. And with New Year's Eve. I should have known it might sound like that. We just..." she paused "...well, we just thought of you as our friend as well, but we hadn't heard from you. Not once. We, well, we missed you is all. Naomi had her trip planned to go visit your sister in Cali, already. And Paige and James are busy over the weekdays. So we thought Naomi could have a night with you, like I said no sex unless you want. Then, with Olivia and I staying in town working at the restaurant, would invite you over on our day off and stay in our apartment. And finally, on the last weekend of Spring Break get together with Paige and her husband. Se, honestly, meant know harm." "Why now? Why not all at once? Why scattered about like this? Why not just come out and ask me to dinner?" "We, well your sister, wanted to see the different lifestyles. She's trying, very hard, to be a good sister and try to get you to find your sexuality. How you feel about men and women. She felt that she couldn't help you herself, since you might just choose her since you might feel you would lose her as a sister if you didn't choose her as a lover. Since all three of us have different sexual preferences, we made the best option at you observing us in those atmospheres. New Year's Eve was a fluke. A very sexy and satisfying fluke, though." "No sex? Really?" "Like I said, unless you want it. Even Naomi agreed to that." "How bad is Naomi?" Laughing, "Naomi is insatiable. Once she starts, there is no stopping her. You will be ragged, possibly sore, but you will enjoy every minute of it. Probably begging for more. But she won't do anything if you don't want." I sat there silently, thinking through everything. "Look, if you want to bail, I can call them all up and tell them there's nothing going on this week and to make other plans. They will be disappointed, but they will agree. And they won't begrudge you, either. We're all friends here. That was what New Year's Eve was. We just want to talk, hang out and enjoy ourselves. Preferably, with you. That's it. We want you to have someone to confide in, to open up to and to help you with any issues you might have." I was nodding my head. I did want this. I wanted these friends. I knew I was a wreck with senior year ending soon. College admissions coming, hopefully, soon. I needed a support group and my sister, always looking out for me, had set one up for me. Her old friends. I agreed to the week's planning that went behind my back. On Friday, I was meeting Naomi at Gonzaga University. On Tuesday, I was meeting Marissa and, for the first time, her girlfriend Olivia at the restaurant they both worked at in Cheney, home of Eastern Washington University. And finally on the following Friday, I was going to Paige and James' house. A week later, I was on the campus of Gonzaga University. I had my backpack loaded with overnight essentials looking at my phone trying to find Dillon Hall. I ran smack into a guy who was tossing a football around to a buddy of his. It was still chilly, so he was wearing jeans and a flannel. We tumbled to the ground. The football, sailing out of his hands, landed with a thud next to us. As he was helping me up, "Nice tackle. Maybe you should sign up for the team." I blushed furiously. Was he flirting with me? He looked me up and down. "Free safety, perhaps." He was! He was checking me out and flirting with me. I shook my head. "I'm not sure I would be very good." "Why not? You got me on my back pretty easily." "I'm not sure I'd want to get off the ground with all those guys on me." What. The. Fuck. Hailey! My mind screamed at me. I just made a huge innuendo to a guy I hardly knew. I was flabbergasted. He gave me a cheeky smile, "Yeah. I'm sure our team would be worse if you were on it." My eyes tried summoning magic daggers to shoot out from them. "I mean, they'd probably stay down on the ground with you." I felt my face burning from embarrassment. He walked over to pick up the football. "So where you headed?" "Ummm." I needed to get my head on straight. "Dillon Hall." "Really? I live there myself. I'll escort you there. Besides, the next guy you crash into might not let you off the ground." He winked at me, then turned and hefted the football to his friend. As we headed to Dillon Hall, he stuck out his hand for me to shake, "My name's Randy." "Hailey." We started talking. He asked me if I was touring the college to get the 'lay of the land', as he phrased it. When I told him I was visiting a friend of mine, his eyes widened when he learned it was Naomi. I had asked if he knew here. He said he did; I sensed there was more to it than that, but he didn't say more about it. When we got to the residence hall, he shook hands and told me, "Nice meeting you, Hailey. I am bummed you aren't going to be here next year." He leaned over and kissed my cheek, "By the way, could you tell Naomi hi for me?" I said I would. He smiled and walked back the way we had come. I watched him go. Was he going back to tossing the football? I mean he could have just pointed me in the right direction. He didn't have to leave his spot to escort me over here. And what about this thing with Naomi? Did he like her? Or was it just a notch for him? I shook my head. It seemed deeper than a notch. With me, it was harmless flirting, but I liked it. "So, wanting in? Or just admiring the view?" Naomi said from behind me. "I mean, yeah, Randy's got a nice ass and all, but..." she slapped my ass "...so do you!" I spun around and hugged her. Giggling, "Come on, girl, let's put this bag down and get some food." We went to her suite, put my bag down and headed to her car to go to a Mongolian barbecue. When we got there, we got our food and sat down in a booth away from other patrons. Once we were seated, Naomi started talking and asking questions. Just small talk amongst friends. We finally got to questions about college. "So have you heard back from any, yet?" "Yeah. My first choice, Brown, rejected me. U-Dub accepted me. I was wait-listed at Stanford and Duke rejected me. Still haven't heard from Wazzu, UC-Berkely or USC." "Did you apply to any others?" "Brown was definitely my reach school with the state schools as my safety schools. Duke I through in the mix just because my counselor said if I tried Stanford I should go ahead and apply at Duke and any other prestige universities." "Why USC? Well, besides Kaitlin." "She insisted I apply. So I did it to appease her. Plus, thinking about it, this way I would know someone at one of my schools rather than just be around a bunch of strangers. Might make transitioning into college away from home easier. I dunno." We talked for another half hour or so. She took everything in, interrupting me with a question. I was in the middle of a large bite, some of the sauce was dripping out of the corner of my mouth. Naomi, without hesitation, leaned over and licked the sauce before I had a chance to wipe it off. "Sorry," she said, however she didn't sound apologetic, "I just couldn't help myself. You looked so yummy. Almost as yummy as the buffalo sauce covered nipples from New Year's Eve." I sat there blinking. She continued, "I know I promised to behave, but girl, you don't know how wet I am getting. Just sitting here and waiting for you to make a move. Then I realized, you wouldn't make a move. We would probably head back to my place, watch a movie and go to sleep. I don't mean to scare you, but you need to know one simple fact about me. I go after what I want. Sometimes, I don't get what I am after, but most times I do. Tonight, I want you." What did I want? Her confidence intrigued me. I could never think I could go for my desires as...wantonly as she did. Hell, I couldn't even answer her. Sure, I'd had sex with her, but it had always been in the safety of my sister. But she's not here, now. She wanted me to discover who I really was. What I desired. She went back to school, hoping I would find it on my own, but I couldn't. I didn't have the courage to admit, even to myself, what I wanted. So, she had given me her friends to help me. I looked at Naomi. She had desire in her eyes. She looked at me. And she desired me! I wondered what my own expression showed her. I looked in the mirror behind her. What was my look? Apprehension? I looked back at Naomi and I knew then I wanted her courage. I wanted to be fearless. Could I learn that from her? The only way to be fearless is to conquer your fears. I took her hand in mine. I asked, "Ready to leave?" She looked first at our hands, then up to my face, "Does this mean..." I didn't let her finish, "Yes. Whatever you want, I'm in." A slow, menacing smile, formed on her lips. "While I drive back to campus, you need to think of a word. Not one you would say in the heat of the moment. Not one you would inadvertently moan during sex. And not one like 'Stop' or 'No', as those won't have the same meaning for tonight." I was shaken by this turn of events. What had I just agreed to? "If 'Stop' and 'No' don't mean what they do, what do they mean?" "'Stop' means harder or more. 'No' means you are fighting me, but you still want it. The only word that can stop anything from going on, is the word you come up with. It can be anything from 'pizza' to 'unicorn'. Even a made up word. So long as you remember it and remember to use it when things go too far for you. It's what is called a safety word." As we left the restaurant, I noticed it had started to rain. We rushed into the car, but it wasn't raining very hard, yet. I thought about my safety word all the way back to the campus. She parked the car, but didn't get out. I looked at her, questioningly. "We aren't getting out until I have the word. Once I leave the car, the game is on. So with no safety word, there's no stopping. So, kitten, what will it be?" I had only one word that I could summon up in that ride to her suite. The one place that I always felt welcomed and safe. "Azeroth." Her gaze shifted as she ran the word around in her brain. "What's an azeroth?" "It's not a what. It's a where. It's the world of World of Warcraft. You said find a safety word. I always feel safe there, online." She snickered at that. "So you used word association for safe to a place you actually feel safe. I can't see anything wrong with the word. I have little doubt you would ever say that in the middle of sex." Nodding, she then continued, "We need some ground rules. This is a game and as such has rules to follow. Now, what is your middle name?" "Elizabeth. Why?" "Because when I say 'kitten' the game starts. If I address you as 'Elizabeth', the game has stopped or has been paused." I was thoroughly confused. "Think of it like the game Red-Light/Green-Light. During the game, I am either Auntie Naomi or Mistress. There are many rules. I will have to stop on occasion to explain it. The explanation may be vague or detailed, but they will be followed. I will tell you once and only once, or their will be consequences. So are you sure you are ready?" My Awakening: Spring Break Ch. 01 I hesitated. This seemed way, WAY, out of my comfort zone. I looked at her and she had this tender look on her face. I can't explain it, but it seemed like all of what she said, while true, was the act. That Naomi would know when to back off, with or without my safe word. So the fear I faced, was of the unknown. It was the knowledge I was giving her access and control of my body and actions. I nodded my head. "Say it." "I'm ready." "I'm ready?" I was thinking fast. What was she wanting me to say? I told her I was ready. I saw her demeanor start to change. She was raising her arm. Was she really going to slap me if I didn't get it right? I felt fear creep up my spine. I was about to yell out my safe word, but at the last second I stopped. "Auntie Naomi. I'm ready." She brought her hand down and stroked my cheek. "That's good, kitten. Let's get out." We got out and were walking to her suite. The rain was coming down hard in sheets. In mere seconds, we were soaked. All of a sudden, Naomi stopped. "Kitten, pets don't walk side-by-side of their owners. They walk behind them." I actually felt like I had been slapped. I hung my head down. She continued walking. I waited until she had moved a few strides ahead of me. With my head down trying to keep the rain out of my eyes, I was thinking. This is what I agreed to? To be humiliated? I could get this in high school. I wasn't paying attention and ran into Naomi. POP! The slap was unexpected. I snapped my head up and looked at Naomi. She then started gently rubbing my cheek. "Kitten, I don't want to hurt you. I really don't, but you can't walk behind me so far. You might get lost. Or worse picked up and taken away from me." What the hell is she talking about? What kind of a game is this. "Maybe if I had a collar and a leash, but sadly I don't have either. So follow me, just a few steps behind and to one side so I can turn my head and see you, okay?" I was gaping at her. Had she lost her mind? But I saw the anger building behind her eyes. "Yes, mistress." I blurted it out to acquiesce her. Why hadn't I just used my safe word and run like hell away from her? I couldn't tell you. There was something intriguing about her mood swings during this little game we were playing and I was curious how this would play out. We got to her suite and, holding the door open, she shooed me in, "In you go." I was standing in front of the door shivering from the cold. Once she was in and the door locked behind her, she stripped out of her clothes. "Kitten, sit here for now. I'll be back shortly. Don't move 'til I get back." I was left blinking. I sat down. I didn't even know my body was moving until I was fully seated waiting on Naomi. She returned with a towel. "Okay, kitten. Let's get you out of your wet things. Up you go." I stood up at her instructions. She did all of the work as I was shivering too much to really help. At times she had to slap my hands to move them so she could remove my clothes. Once I was stripped naked, she started drying me off. "Does that feel better, kitten? All nice and warm finally." I actually purred. Where the fuck did that come from? Was I really going to start acting like a damned cat? But my body had a mind of its own; one that seemed like I couldn't control. I saw her smile when I purred. "Okay, kitten, on the bed." I was confused. There were two beds that looked identical. Then, I saw the difference. One bed had scarves tied to the footboard and headboard. I tentatively walked towards that bed. I looked back when I reached it. Naomi just watched me, expectantly. As I got on the bed, Naomi came up behind me. She rolled me over on my back and started tying me up. Once she was done, she rubbed my belly like I was her pet cat. She walked from my sight. I heard rummaging. When she returned, she had her hands full. She dropped her treasures on the bed, right below my pussy so I couldn't see what all she had. Then, she picked something up. Holding it in front of me, she asked, "Do you recognize this?" My eyes were as big as saucers. She had my egg-shaped vibrator and remote! "Ah. So you do. You remember the torturous bliss you gave me with this? I do. You used it to make me thrust into you faster. When you couldn't hold on to the remote any more due to your orgasm, you dropped it. My hips kept jerking through orgasms. Yes, orgasms you little bitch. I couldn't stop twitching into your cunt. You came a couple times at least. Now, however, I have the chance for payback." She grinned wickedly. She pushed the egg into my canal, but something changed. She looked concerned. Her hand was on my mound, the egg in my pussy, then she turned her head and I saw the change in her demeanor. "Elizabeth." That shook me. She was going to stop? I wasn't anywhere near my breaking point. She sat beside me, looking at me with tenderness. "I have to pause for a second to ask you something. And you have to be completely honest. I am going to put a ball gag in your mouth. There is a live-in chaplain and if it gets out what I do here, well it would be problematic for me. But that means you won't be able to say your safe word. Do you understand?" Did I understand? Nothing about tonight did I understand. But I knew the implications. I was tied to her bed, I was going to be gagged. The obvious conclusion was I was going to get fucked with nothing I could do to stop it. All of these thoughts were racing through my head. "Do you trust me?" I looked at her then. I saw compassion. She might slap me, sure, but I didn't think she would go so far overboard that I would be harmed. I simply nodded. "I've done this a lot. I can't say it won't hurt, but I can say you will be safe." She was stroking my cheek. "I understand, Auntie Naomi." She smiled at me, then. She put the ball gag into my mouth and strapped it around my head. She then got a blindfold and placed it over my eyes. I must have looked like a scared...kitten. She soothed me. "Sssh. Sssh. Auntie Naomi has to get ready for her kitten. I'll be right back." With that, my world was shut off. I heard noises, but then I felt the vibrations of the egg in my pussy. I was tied so securely I could only undulate my hips. It wasn't on a high enough setting to get me off, but one touch could set me off. I don't know how long this went on. It felt like hours. On the brink of cumming, but never enough to get there. I could feel the sweat trickle down my naked body. I felt the bed shift. Naomi's mouth near my head. She softly blew in my ear. Licking the lobe, she whispered, "I have been dreaming of you right here. I've actually used my own slut thinking she was you. Called her your name as she was licking my pussy." I tingled with this information. "Oooh. You like that? You like that you have been in my fantasies? Want to know more of them?" I nodded, vigorously. "Well, then. Let's not keep you waiting." I felt her move from the bed. At that moment, I felt an increase in the vibrations. And then a wet sensation. Realization dawned on me then. She was done toying with me. She wasn't going to tell me her fantasies. She was going to live them. I was bucking as much as I could, which wasn't much, when I felt her tongue on my clit. I tried to scream out my passion, but it was muffled by the gag. The vibrations increased some more. I had no time to recover as another orgasm washed over me. I tried to get my body to move to escape this intense pleasure, but all I did was strain my muscles in futility. I felt her release my arms and legs after my last orgasm subsided. The vibrations slowed, she never turned off the egg, though. She gently, but firmly, rolled me over on my stomach. I felt her strap my wrists in the bindings. Then I felt her strap my ankles and around my legs at the knee. She had me strapped in the doggy position before I knew what was happening. I was still panting around the gag. She brought something fuzzy from the base of my skull and slowly, softly, ran it down my spine to my ass. Then back up. She kept this up for three or four round trips up and down my spine. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. She had been behind me the whole time. She reached around me and pulled the egg out of my pussy. I heard her moan. Then she ran her tongue up and down my thighs, licking the trail of my juices. She leaned over my back. "You taste as sweet as the first day I had you, kitten. Oh, how I wanted to savor that moment. I wanted so badly to just eat you up. If I get my way tonight, there's no way you will be walking out of here." She paused as she licked my earlobe and pinched my nipples. "You'll have to be carried out." She nipped at my earlobe. I felt a shifting on the bed. Naomi was up to something, but what it was I could only guess at. Either way, I had no control of what was about to transpire. Then I felt the head of a dildo at my entrance. And with a solid push, I was impaled. It was so sudden, even without the gag, I couldn't make a sound. I practically came as soon as it was embedded in me. She gripped my thighs, tightly, as she thrust into me. She took it out to the head and thrust back into me. I was bucking like mad. I am sure, had I not been tethered to the bed, I would have kicked her on her ass on the floor. She kept pounding into me. As she was pumping my pussy, she was talking. In my sexual frenzy, my mind couldn't comprehend the words being spoken. Every now and then, she would pause in the ministrations of my body. My arms were getting weak. I felt my head hit the pillows in front of me. All of a sudden, Naomi grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up. I had an image flash in my head. An Amazonian warrior woman with a gold dildo attached to a gold chastity belt fucking a servant girl. The Amazonian had her head raised to the heavens, yelling at whatever god she worshiped as she ravaged the servant girl who was whimpering beneath her. The image coupled with Naomi's actions had me cumming, yet again. If it wasn't for the way I was tied up, I am sure my legs would have given out at this point. But I couldn't straighten them out to do so. I suddenly felt Naomi's weight on my back. I felt her lungs rise and collapse as she panted. Her heart was thumping. "Kitten, that was so good." She untied me again. I fell to the bed. I felt like mush. She again rolled me on my back and strapped me back in. This time she did remove my blindfold. I saw her for the first time since getting strapped to this bed. She had on a strap-on, of course, but the dildo was huge. I had no idea I had something so large in me. One of my hands wouldn't be able to wrap around its girth. "Yes, kitten. You had this in that hot cunt of yours. Tell me you didn't like it, though." I shook my head. "You DIDN'T like it?" What? No I loved it. I loved every minute of it. How could I tell her this? That infernal gag in my mouth I had no way to say it. I shook my head frantically. "Oh you DID like it. That's a relief. Because, kitten, we're not done with this yet." Wait. Wait! WAIT! I did like it, but I am exhausted I didn't want MORE! But she had turned and walked towards the mini-fridge, with that large dildo swinging between her legs. I laid back resigned to my fate. I must have dozed off for a second. The next thing I knew Naomi was softly shaking my shoulders. "Elizabeth. Eli-iza-abe-eth. You need to drink something." I tried to move, but remembered I was still tied up. I opened my eyes and saw a water bottle with a straw in it. She put the straw in my mouth and I began to suck it down as fast as I could. It was at that time I noticed the gag was out of my mouth. She was stroking my sweat soaked hair as I was drinking. I had finished the water before I even knew it. I lay back on the bed. "Elizabeth." I turned to face Naomi. "This has been fun, but I still want more. If this is it, use your word. Otherwise, the gag is coming back and won't be off unless you need more water or your hot little body has finally worn me out. Which ever comes first." I thought about it. Naomi had a pleading look in her eyes. She really wanted another round. Could I last? Did I have the stamina to keep up? "Wh-what if I p-pass out?" She smiled, "Then that's a good stopping point too, I suppose." I mustered up the courage. Then I said, "Auntie Naomi, use me." She went for the gag. Her face was lit up like a child at Christmas. Before she could get the gag on me, I asked, "Auntie Naomi, can I watch?" She stopped and looked at me. "So my little kitten doesn't want the blindfold?" I shook my head. "Kitten, as good as you have been, I think I can accommodate your request." I smiled. I was still smiling when she put the gag back on me, although, you couldn't see it on my mouth I am sure you could see the twinkle in my eyes. Once the gag was in place, Naomi leaned over kissed my forehead and thrust the dildo into my folds again. I noticed it then. She had her phone out. As soon as she bottomed out, she took a picture. She then put the phone resting under my chin and took a picture of herself. Once she was done, she placed the phone on the nightstand. I was confused. I took this time of inactivity to ponder what the pictures were for. Was it memento of our night? Was it to keep me in line as her sub? That thought sent a shudder through me. Would she really do that? Would I ever make her threaten to use those pictures? She started thrusting into me. The strokes were shorter but no less intense. She started nipping my nipple with her mouth, while the other nipple was being twisted with her fingers. She would alternate between the two of them. Pretty soon, she was done with my nipples and started driving into my pussy with more abandon. Since she was taller than me, this placed her head away from my breasts. All the while she would say things that made no sense to me. It was like she was talking to someone else. But there was no one else here. But the sensations felt so good, I didn't care. I was again screaming into the ball gag. My throat was dry and hoarse, but still I screamed. I wanted the whole residence hall to know what a wonderful fuck Naomi was. But the damned gag wouldn't allow me to profess this knowledge. I was soon shuddering. Naomi still had that dildo buried in me. She removed my gag, when she felt I wouldn't make any noise. She said in a hoarse voice, "Kitten, no one has been able to last this long with me." She kissed me gently. "Maybe I should let you loose on my slut. Show her how she should please her mistress." I moaned. "I would love to show her how a real slut pleasures her mistress." I hadn't even realized I'd freely and vocally admitted that until I saw Naomi smile, conspiratorially, at me. She soon departed from between my legs. The dildo sliding, achingly, out of my tender pussy. I saw her slip out of the harness. Soon she was at my feet, undoing their bindings. She rubbed my ankles where the scarves had dug into them. She reached beside the bed and grabbed a water bottle. It was a little warm, but I greedily gulped it down as she fed me the straw. When it was empty, she put the bottle on the floor. She looked at me, in quiet contemplation, then asked, "You did so well. Lasted so long. I have decided to reward you." Reward? Wasn't the orgasms the reward? If not, then what else could it be? I didn't know if I could summon any more strength or stamina to go on. I was about to use my safe word when she told me what the reward was. "For being a wonderful, kitten, I am going to allow you to lick my pussy. If you get me to cum, with just your mouth and tongue, you can sleep in my bed. Otherwise, you sleep in the bed you made." So I am being rewarded by eating out Naomi? And on top of that, if she doesn't cum I have to sleep in this bed. This bed soaked with my sweat and pussy juice. How was I going to be able to get her to cum with just my mouth? I always had use of my fingers and toys. I have never used just my mouth. I didn't have long to figure it out as her pussy descended on my face. She left a space that I was just able to reach by extending my neck and tongue as far as I could. I began lapping at her pussy with the tip of my tongue. My tongue's movements were frantic at best. I would, every once in a while, graze my tongue on her clit. She would cry out, "Oh, yes! Kitten, right there." But her hips kept moving and I couldn't aim my target on her little nub. She soon lessened the gap between us. Was I getting her closer, I wondered? I didn't focus on my thoughts. I focused on the pussy before me. When I had enough room to lick her while my head rested on the pillows, I started to flatten my tongue and run my tongue along her slit. At one point, sliding my tongue towards her clit, the tip of my tongue was in her sphincter. I had never tongued anyone's ass before. I had toys and fingers in others' asses and had them in mine. But never a tongue. I wondered if I should. Before I had a chance to decide, Naomi backed up a little allowing my tongue to slip further into her ass. I wiggled it about and was about to pull it out when she hoarsely cried out, "Yes! Lick my ass, my naughty kitten!" So I plunged my tongue into her ass. I was doing my best to tongue fuck her ass, but she still seemed so far from an orgasm. I decided I needed a new tactic. I couldn't concentrate on one stimuli. So I withdrew my tongue and again ran it along her slit and then into her pussy. Then out of her pussy, along her slit and into her ass. Every third or fourth pass, I would suck her clit. She collapsed on top of me. By the third repetition, she was wailing into my pussy. I had her pussy on my tongue when I felt her walls contract around my tongue. I clamped my mouth around her pussy. Pushed my tongue in as far as I could and Wiggled it around like a fish on a hook. She reciprocated my actions on my own pussy. I wasn't sure how, but I was cumming almost as soon as she had her mouth on me. This last orgasm ripped through me. It felt like an inner being ripped my body to shreds as I came. My last coherent thought was I hoped Naomi had indeed orgasmed. Darkness, not unlike the blindfold I had on earlier, overtook me. I briefly recall being untied and wiped down with a wet cloth. I also recall being picked up and then lowered on a soft surface. But it could very easily have been my imagination. I awoke the next morning in the unsoiled bed. I was being held in Naomi's arms. My head was resting on the top of one of her breasts. A breast with a wetness from, ostensibly, my drool. My arm was wrapped around her waist. My leg wrapped around her leg with my knee on her pussy. I breathed in deep. She smelled wonderful. Surely, she hadn't slipped out and showered while I slept on. Had she? "Finally awake, I see. And how is my kitten?" I stretched and purred. She scratched behind my ear. "Well, we don't have all day." She reached up and grabbed the phone from the nightstand. She was getting up and out of bed. As she got to the bathroom, she started talking on the phone. "Morning slut. How'd you sleep?" I only got one side of the conversation, but I was curious who she had called and why now. "Look here, slut." She sounded angry. "I was going to help you with that, but if you feel my treatment of you is unfair, then I will hang up right now." "And have I ever not given you what you need?" Then she dropped into a different mood. A softer persona. "Rebecca, I need you to do something for me. You're the only one that can answer Hailey's questions. Or rather the only one I truly trust to do so." "This is different. I need you to..." she looked at me, then turned away. I couldn't hear what was said. "I know. It's why I pulled you out. Look, if you don't want to, I understand. I can't even imagine her using...it. Ever." There was a long silence. Obviously, the person on the other end was either contemplating the request or was giving Naomi an earful. I saw a smile on her face. "Very good, slut. Trust me, I will reward you for your trust. Very well, in fact." My Awakening: Spring Break Ch. 01 She handed me the phone, but turned on the speaker phone, first. She nodded at me that I should talk to whoever. "Hi," I said tentatively. "Hi. So you must be Hailey." "Uh. Yeah. How'd you know?" "My mistress told me she was having you over. She wants me to answer questions for you." "What questions?" "Any you might have. She thinks you might be a bit confused with what happened last night." A million questions popped into my head. What to ask first? "How did you become her slut?" "I walked in on her ass-fucking this black guy." Naomi said, "Slut. Tell her the whole story." "I'm sorry, mistress. I got back to campus a day early from a trip to Seattle. I walked in, unexpectedly, and that was what I saw. We had never walked in on each other before. I learned that night why she was always so particular when I left how long I would be gone. This wasn't the first time she'd had sex in our dorm. Just the first time I walked in on her. Anyway, as you might know now, when she starts she is unstoppable and bestial. She whipped her head at me and growled. 'Get out or strip naked and pinch my nipples!' I am not sure why, but I closed the door and stripped down and joined in." "Try. Try to explain why you would submit." "Well, we had been dorm mates for a few months by then. I trusted her completely." She stopped talking. I thought she might have decided that was answer enough. Until she continued again. "The game we play, it's all about trust. I trust her not to harm me or go too far. The trust I give her is...an aphrodisiac. She gets off knowing she can get me to do anything. I get off because she might make me do anything." Something dawned on me, then. She had asked Rebecca to do something. She hadn't told her to do it, but asked her to. "What did she ask you to do?" "Submit to you." That answer floored me. Why would she submit to me? Why would Naomi ask her to? "I did it because, sexually, I like to be controlled. I, also, trust Naomi. And she told me that she trusted you. Not by any words, but by asking me to submit. It's circular logic I know. I trust her not to put me in any harm, so I submit to her. She asks me to submit to you and since I trust she won't put me in harm, then she must trust you wouldn't put me in harm and thus I submit to you." "So what's your name?" "Becky, but she calls me Rebecca." "Why Rebecca?" "Same reason she calls you Elizabeth." What? How did she know that? "Oh shit. She didn't tell you I was on speaker phone last night did she?" "What!" "I get off on watching her with other people. But last night, since I was out of town, she had me listen in. Except last night she told me explicitly not to cum. I've been a wreck ever since." "Did you?" "NO! I would never disobey, my mistress. Please, mistress, don't believe her! She's telling lies. I didn't cum. I promise. Oh God. I swear." I figured out what was going on. She was baiting me. But for what? "How much did you hear?" "E-everything. She would tell me what she was doing to you. I heard you moaning. It was so hot. So sexy. So frustrating that I couldn't cum with you." She wanted to cum. I could figure that out. Then it hit me, she's asking for permission. Permission from me. "So you sat there and listened and didn't touch yourself? Not even a little? Just to feel your juices on the tip of your finger? Just enough so you could taste yourself on your lips?" I saw Naomi smile at my questions. I tried out the sub side last night. She wanted me to be a domme. I didn't know exactly what to do, but Becky was playing it up so I could figure it out pretty easily. "Oh God. No. No. I promise. I was good. I was a good slut. Please stop. Please stop telling lies." "So let's say I believe you. That you were able to keep from touching yourself all night long. What do you think you deserve?" "A-anything, m-my m-mistress w-wishes t-to g-give m-me I w-would tr-treasure." "That doesn't answer my question. Let's say I am a magical genie and I can grant you one wish right now. What do you want?" "To cum. Oh God I need to cum so bad." Naomi looked at me and nodded. "Your wish is my command." Naomi mouthed the word 'slut'. "Slut. For your obedience," Naomi stifled a laugh at this. "Your mistress is going to let you cum. But there are guidelines." "A-anything, p-please." "You must have your phone by your ear so we can hear your moans. Which means you can only use one hand." Pretty soon we could hear Becky's moans as she frigged herself over the phone. We heard a thud. And muffled moaning. Naomi ran to the phone on her bed. "Slut pick up. Slut! Becky?" Becky, panting, replied, "Sorry, mistress my hand got sweaty and the phone slipped out. Thank you for the orgasm." "Next time, slut, think ahead before you leave me alone for a weekend. For that, your bed will remain as is. Your bedsheets will be unwashed and reek of Hailey's sweat and pussy juice. If you don't adequately apologize to me, you will be sleeping in that bed. This is your last warning." Naomi, then, disconnected the call. I went to get a shower. As I walked past her, she grabbed my arm. "We don't have time for a shower. You slept in too late for one now. Besides, I want everyone that sees you to know Auntie Naomi had her way with you last night." I did what I could to at least freshen up, but Naomi wouldn't let me wash my face, either. As I was walking, I could tell I wasn't walking evenly. So I leaned into Naomi, as she wrapped her arms around my waist to help me stand upright. "So, Naomi wore you out last night, huh?" We heard from behind us. I turned my head over our shoulders and saw Randy walking behind us. "She gave as good as she got," Naomi replied. That stopped Randy in his tracks. It's a good thing too because he might have tripped on his lower lip. I giggled at the sight, but we kept going to the cafeteria. Once we got our food and found a table, we started eating. I was wolfing down a large stack of pancakes and drinking so much orange juice I wish I just had a carafe instead of these little boxed juices. I hadn't realized how famished I was until I saw the empty plate and five empty juice boxes. "How do you know Randy?" I asked Naomi. She smiled wistfully, "We hooked up a couple times." "Didn't work out?" "I don't think he could handle me. He's a huge flirt and a great fuck, but my libido is too wild to be sated by just one person. I was really lucky Becky was my roommate. She was a lot like you were. She was shy and not very assertive. She'd had sex, but wasn't very interested in it for some reason. But after that night, she's been a willing participant. I think my lifestyle would scare Randy away." "You don't seem to even want to consider him, though. Why?" "Every now and then, I wonder. Will I ever get the fairy tale ending like Paige and Marissa seem to have. But the further I look to the ending the more I don't want one person. Or rather I feel one person can't satisfy me. I am not like my friends. Paige is heterosexual. Sure, she likes having women over and likes to share them with James, but I see a time coming, probably the time they have a child or shortly afterward, where even that fades and she is just with James. Marissa is just as easy to describe. She is full-on lesbian. I don't even think she's even done more than kiss a guy. Which is great, she's known what she wants for a long time. Your sister is harder. I know she's lesbian, but she's been known to suck off a few guys. I don't think she's actually fucked any, though." "And what about you?" "I want both. I can't imagine a day where I don't want to wake up with a hard morning woody pressing against my ass while my arm is wrapped around some hottie gripping her tits." I was pondering this when she asked me, "How do you feel?" "Sore." She laughed, loudly. "Not exactly what I meant." I thought about it. "Confused, I guess. I don't know what this means. I mean, anytime you call me 'kitten' am I to rush over and lick your pussy?" "Last night wasn't like Becky and I. In fact, I am not really looking for more subs. I like Becky. She likes me. Adding more would put a strain on that. So, technically, I guess I would call you a temp." I was a little confused by this. "For instance, you text me up and say 'I need Auntie Naomi'. We agree on a where and when and last night gets repeated, more or less. Or you might say 'I need Auntie Naomi and slut' and Becky joins in. But in your case, you have to initiate the encounter, but in the end you walk away. Also, I should warn you, you could, technically walk up to Becky, slap her on the ass and say 'slut' when you see her in the mall and she'd follow you." "Still, I think you should give Randy a shot. Maybe ease up on the sub/dom thing. Perhaps make it part of your game with Becky. Maybe you could arrange a threesome and have Becky not call you mistress when it comes? And just ease him in? I just keep coming back to the fact you told me you usually get what you want. But with Randy, you aren't even trying. Just my two cents." She hugged me, tightly. "Maybe." I finally got my shower and, still walking a bit stiffly, I headed to my car. I heard Randy behind me. "So did you and Naomi really..." He didn't finish the question. "Look, give her time. But I wouldn't back off. Just do what you do so she sees you aren't losing interest. I think she might come around." I love rom-coms. The ending is so predictable. Why can't real life be like that? So I figured, perhaps I can help real life be more like the movies. Or nothing happens and they go their separate ways. Either way a little nudge can't hurt. Just then, I skipped a gear in my Mini Cooper and the jolt happened to rub my raw pussy the wrong way. On second thought, a nudge could hurt. Luckily, I have a few days to recover for my day with Marissa and Olivia. My Awakening: Spring Break Ch. 02 This is a continuation of my previous series. So it will be helpful to have read the previous stories beforehand. If you haven't read them, they involved Hailey's sexual awakening at the hands of her sister. It ended with a lesbian orgy with her sister's friends. This series will be a continuation of Hailey exploring her sexuality. These experiences will be different than before and, thus, in different categories. It will not involve her sister, Kaitlin, since she is back at school in California. However, Hailey and Kaitlin's story is not over, so fans of my previous series fret not there will be more coming. Hope you all enjoy it. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. ***** Not a lot went on the following days. Mostly, it was spent alone at my house. I tried to occupy myself as best as I could. I was still waiting for word from three more universities. I had heard back from a few others already, like Oregon and Oregon State, but I didn't really want to go there. Not that they were bad schools, but why go out of state just because? The out-of-state schools I had chosen to really strive for had merits, to me, to do so. Brown was just a great school I thought I would really love, but sadly my application was denied. Stanford and Duke were highly touted schools. Duke I wasn't too concerned with and only applied to appease my counselor, who happened to have graduated from there. Stanford, though, was one I'd like. I would be roughly halfway between my sister and my parents, but there was no immediate answer there having been wait-listed. At the start of this semester, I had seven schools that were really in my mind to attend even though I sent out over a dozen admission applications. So far, I only have one definitive answer, but I still had three more to hear from. By Wednesday, I was glad to be out of the house. The mailman stopped bringing the mail to the mailbox and started hand delivering them to me. I think he was just trying not to get mobbed by me at when I rushed to the mailbox. I did tell him earlier that day that I wouldn't be home so he can deliver the mail to the mailbox without fear of bodily harm. He chuckled and wished me luck. I took my car up to Cheney and found the restaurant that Marissa and Olivia worked at. Marissa had been working there since her freshman year, whereas Olivia started this year. So Marissa was able to take a server position when one opened up and Olivia took Marissa's old position. Olivia, upon seeing me for the first time, hugged me and led me to a booth with a menu. She let me know she was off in half an hour and Marissa would be off an hour after that. I decided I could wait to eat until we were all in the booth. I was watching them both work. Mindlessly, I fiddled with my phone. I saw Olivia talking and giggling with another one of the hostesses. I saw her head track Marissa whenever she came into view and, when Marissa saw her, shared a smile with each other. Olivia was maybe a couple inches taller than me. She had olive skin with dark hair. What really struck me was, from a certain angle, she kind of looked like my sister would with a tan, but darker hair. At one point, during my people watching, Marissa came over and told me, "She's taken." Startled, I jumped in my seat. She got a good laugh. She sat down in the booth for just a bit. "Sometimes, and she knows it, I fantasize about her being your sister. She knows I love her, but I just never got the relationship I wanted from Kaitlin. I don't want anyone else but Olivia, but I still wonder what it would have been like with Kaitlin." She was watching Olivia, surreptitiously. "While she might look like an altered Kaitlin, you were noticing that weren't you?" I nodded. "She has more of your personality. Well, its altered too. She's not as shy any more, but working in a place like this and dating, well, me probably brought her out of her shell. What really strikes me, though, is the way she is with electronics, especially computers." She got up from the table and winked at me. Did she come over just to give me something to talk to her girlfriend, I wondered. As Marissa walked away, I had to admire her looks. She did kind of resemble me. She was definitely taller, but she was thin with small breasts and had light brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail. Something I noticed, though, was she had a graceful walk. I guessed it was from athletics. She was a runner and hurdler. I don't know, maybe, that was a reason. Interrupting my thoughts, Olivia sat down in the booth facing me. I noticed the time, then, and saw I still had an hour before Marissa got off. She glanced at the table, "Haven't eaten yet?" I shook my head. "It's sweet to have waited, but you could have you know." I nodded. She smiled, "You don't speak much, huh? Marissa told me you might be a little shy. Well, I am hungry. Would you like to share an appetizer? I don't think I can wait on Marissa to get off before I eat." "Sure." She beamed when I finally said a word. We ordered the sampler appetizer. We talked a lot about school and interests. I realized we did have a lot in common. She was a gamer chick as well, but she opted for more sci-fi over fantasy based games. She also didn't really get into MMOs since she didn't have the time to justify the subscription fees. We exchanged Steam account names so we could get together for some Left 4 Dead 2 and Borderlands 2. I just had to go buy those games, but they shouldn't be too much now. We were eating and talking and laughing. I found we were fast friends, like Marissa had told me we would be. She was double-majoring in Electrical Engineering and Computer Information Systems. She confided in me that, while she didn't have a lot of time with her course load, she took this job to be closer to Marissa. "So how did you two meet?" "We were assigned each other as roommates freshman year. First day, we introduced ourselves and before we even chose which beds we wanted, she told me she was a lesbian. She explained that she just didn't want me to be surprised later on and now, if I was uncomfortable I could make a change in room assignments." "Did you think about it?" "I did, but at the time I was also struggling with my own sexuality. Her confidence in her own sexuality, ultimately led me to stay in that dorm. Maybe I could learn from her what I wanted in a relationship, even if it wasn't that I was a lesbian. She never hit on me. I would see little glances, but they were brief and never lingering." "How did the two of you get together?" "One night, drunk from some frat party, I staggered into our dorm. She didn't do the party scene, so she was at her desk. I remember hitting on her, or at least I was trying but I was slurring my words. I'd had the idea I would drink some alcohol to give me the courage to do what I set out to do, but the drinks had hit me too hard. She took me to my bed and lay me down. She never took advantage of me. The frat boys had groped me as I was leaving, but not Marissa. It wasn't until the next morning." "Afternoon actually," Marissa said as she slid into the booth next to her girlfriend. "I placed our orders in already, hope you don't mind Hailey." I shook my head. I was hungry enough to eat anything and too invested in the story to care to ask what she ordered. "So it was the next afternoon," Olivia started again. "I had a headache, but when I looked over on my nightstand there were two Advils and a bottle of water, which I gulped down. That's when I saw Marissa. She was sitting on her bed, watching me." "I'd been up for about an hour trying to figure out what had been going on in her mind last night. So it was a restless sleep I'd had. It wasn't really fair that she got to sleep like the dead while I tossed and turned." "She asked me what had I wanted to happen. To which, I replied that I wanted to experiment. The alcohol was to get me to loosen up. She got up off her bed, walked to the door and told me that she knew what she wanted and wasn't up for experimenting. Before she left, she said one last thing. She told me if I was really interested in her, rather than do some silly seduction attempt, to just slide into her bed one night." "And?" I know they had gotten together at some point, but I was still on pins and needles. "We never crossed paths that day. Which for us, up until then, we would see each other quite regularly. It was almost as if, we were avoiding each other. My freshman year, I worked in the Computer Lab. So that night was my shift and when I got to our dorm, she had already laid down in her bed and was asleep. I changed, quietly, and looked at her sleeping form. I had been trying to decide all day what I wanted. I didn't even have a clue when I was walking that night what I wanted, but that moment when I saw her in her bed I knew. I pulled the sheet back and slipped in behind her. She woke up. She tried to talk, but I just told her, 'I just wanted you to know I am interested, but tonight I just want to sleep with you.'" Marissa and Olivia were holding hands by the end of the story. "We later pushed our beds together and we haven't slept apart since," Marissa finished. We ate and talked some more. Once we were finished and Marissa paid the bill, we got into my car. The two of them had decided to walk to work since the day was so nice. Olivia got in the front seat while Marissa sat directly behind me. We were at their apartment pretty soon. Apparently, they lived halfway between campus and the restaurant. We piled out of the car; Marissa grabbed my backpack with the overnight stuff in it. I was led into the apartment by Olivia and Marissa was behind me. She dropped the bag on the floor and locked the door. I didn't have time to do much. Olivia turned around and planted a kiss on my lips. "I'd been waiting to do that since you walked in the restaurant. I just didn't want to cause a scene. Plus, everyone knows Marissa and I are a couple. I could just imagine the gossip, if I had done what I wanted." She kissed me with a growing passion, which knocked me back a couple steps. Luckily, Marissa was behind me to keep me from falling over. "I've been imagining what to do since Marissa came back from New Year's Eve. She told me everything. Every. Last. Detail." She kissed me between each of the last three words. Marissa wasn't idle during this. I thought to myself it was a good thing I was wearing a button-up blouse. The reason, being, was Marissa was unbuttoning my blouse while her girlfriend feasted on my mouth. Soon my blouse was being eased off my arms and fluttering to the ground. With my skin bared, Marissa started kissing along my shoulder and up my neck as she unhooked my bra. Olivia, meanwhile, kept her mouth glued to mine. But she was getting impatient with the jeans I had on. She had them unbuttoned and unzipped but she couldn't reach down to pull them off. Growling in frustration, she vacated my mouth and kissed down my torso. By this time, Marissa had bared my breasts so when Olivia got to them she kissed and sucked on them and my nipples. She now had a little more reach with her arms and was tugging my pants down a bit closer to the ground. Marissa, with my mouth free, pulled my head back and took Olivia's spot at my mouth. Her hands, now that her task of getting me topless was over, were kneading my breasts. With the sensations flooding through my body, I could feel my panties getting moist from desire. Olivia started kissing her way down south again. Her hands, still holding my jeans, were pushing my jeans further off my legs. She was finally on her knees, looking at my soaked panties. In confusion she looked down at the infernal pants that would not come off me. Then realization hit her. In her impatience, she forgot to remove my shoes which prevented my pants to be removed completely. Once she had one shoe off, she would lift my leg with her hand behind my knee and slip the pant leg off. She repeated the process with the other leg. She smiled at me in triumph. She had bested my pair of pants. She didn't sit there gloating too long before I felt her tongue licking my pussy through my panties. I was gasping into Marissa's mouth. The ministrations that each girl was doing to me didn't help my losing battle not to orgasm. Not that I didn't want to cum, far from it. But I didn't want to be shared, I wanted to participate. So standing there in the area in front of the front door in just my panties, Marissa's hands kneading my breasts flicking and pinching my nipples and Olivia's tongue on my panty-clad pussy her hands kneading my ass pressing my mound to her mouth, I came. Olivia stood up, licking her lips, and pulled her girlfriend's lips from mine and gave her a kiss. "You're right," she said breaking the kiss, "she does have a sweet pussy. No wonder you couldn't wait to have her over." She looked at me, "I hope this was alright. We kinda planned it, but you never said whether you wanted sex or not. So I just kinda assumed..." I cut her off with a kiss. "I loved it, but I am the only one here without any clothes on. A problem I hope to soon rectify." The problem with my dilemma was I had two women here needing to be de-clothed and their work clothes weren't as easy as mine. I started tugging Olivia's polo shirt over her head and got her bra off. I wanted so badly to replicate for her what she had done to me, but as soon as I had her pants off her hips she helped herself out of them. I must have looked disappointed, like it had ruined Christmas or something. She ran her hands through my hair and said, "It'll be better once we get to our bedroom." I looked back and Marissa had already taken off her clothes kneeling at my ass. I was left in my panties and socks, Olivia had her socks on and Marissa was completely naked. Marissa grabbed my panties and slid them down my legs. As soon as the cool air hit my pussy, I felt Marissa's tongue sliding over the slit. I placed my hands on Olivia's shoulder to steady myself. She was back to sucking on my nipples. I lifted my legs, one at a time. Each time I lifted a leg, Marissa would also take off my sock on that foot and remove my panties from each leg. I was gasping again as these two sirens were exploring my body. But the fun was over before I could cum again. They each grabbed an arm and led me to their room. I was deposited on the bed. Each girl took one side of me and kissed, licked and nibbled up my body starting with my foot before ending at my neck. They were mirroring each other in almost perfect unison. When their mouths reached my breasts, their hands glided up my legs and each girl added two fingers into my pussy. The only thing they didn't mirror each other was finger fuck me. When one set of fingers pulled out to the tips, the other set pushed in. I was never without two fingers in me. With the attention to my breasts by two sets of mouths and my pussy getting a nice steady fucking I was on the verge of another orgasm. I was panting. Their kisses trailed upwards to my neck. They would lick my ears. Neither girl kissed me. As I only had one mouth, they couldn't duplicate that. Or maybe they wanted to hear me scream their names. Marissa whispered in my ear, "Go on, Hailey. Cum for us." "We want you to," Olivia responded. "Let it out." "Let us hear how much you want it." "How much you need to." "Go ahead and say it" "Scream it." They alternated like this. Until, able to take no more, I was thrashing on their fingers. "MORE OH GOD MORE! YES! CUMMING! CUMMING SO HARD! PLEASE LICK MY NIPPLES!" Olivia moved to my nipple first, breaking the mirroring manipulations they had performed. My hand rested on her head. "OH GOD YES! OLIVIA! SUCKIT, BITE IT! FUCK ME, OLVIVIA!" Marissa soon was on my other breast duplicating her girlfriend. Both of their fingers were a blur of motion in my pussy. "OH FUCK ME, MARISSA! OH SHIT, YES! FUCK, YES!" I came crashing on their fingers. I was so out of it I didn't even notice their mouths were off my breasts until I felt two tongues lapping up my juices. They slowly moved up and nestled their head in my shoulder as if I was some kind of stuffed teddy bear they were sharing. I didn't care, I was reveling in my recent orgasm. Soon I felt a stirring in my stomach. I looked down and the girls, having let me rest a bit, decided to restart the fun. Without me if they had to, but I wasn't going to miss out on this. They were tracing circles around my belly button. But the circles started to grow in diameter. Before their fingers could get to my naughty bits, I groaned, "Can't a girl just rest for a bit after an amazing orgasm?" Olivia pouted at me, "But we let you rest. Why do you get all the fun and we get none?" Marissa giggled at this. Trying to sound annoyed, I tapped into my inner Kaitlin but I think I failed miserably, I said, "Fine. I suppose I can help one of you out." Olivia playfully clapped before she turned around and planted her delectable pussy over my mouth. I started licking her pussy. After this past weekend with Naomi, I now had a very talented tongue, if I wasn't being too modest. Marissa decided her time would come so she straddled my waist and, from the lack of sounds I heard, was kissing her girlfriend. At one point, Olivia, with her mouth free, "God, yes, Hailey! Your tongue feels sooooooo good in me. Keep pinching my nipples! Fuck yes. You two are driving me closer." She pressed her pussy into my face, effectively smothering me. Her hands found purchase on my breasts when she latched onto tightly. I moaned in response which sent tremors through her body. She was gyrating on my tongue as she was writhing on top of me. "YES! HAILEY! YES, FUCK MY CUNT WITH YOUR TONGUE. OH SHIT, YES!" She collapsed forward. Her head landing on Marissa's thigh and her pussy moving enough I could breathe again. Olivia eventually moved off of me. Marissa, seeing my glistening face, proceeded to lick Olivia's juice from my face. Once satisfied she got all she could, looked at me and said, "That seat my girlfriend had looked like a fun ride. Mind if I try it out?" I smiled at her and nodded. I was eager to have another juicy cunt to service. Rather than facing the footboard, she mounted my face and grabbed the headboard. She lowered her pussy to my face. I smelled her desire on her, but she wouldn't move it closer. I was confused. She looked down at me, expectantly. Her scent was intoxicating, yet she didn't move a muscle. Finally, not able to control myself, I grabbed her around the hips and pulled my mouth to her pussy. I was on fire. I had one task in mind. I was going to get this woman to scream my name too. My head slowly sank back to the pillows, but the pussy on my mouth stayed attached by my tongue. Marissa soon had her hands in my hair. If I didn't know better, I thought she was trying to shove my head into her pussy. I felt the bed shifting, then I felt a tongue on my slit. Olivia had gotten her breath back and she was ready for some more fun. Olivia was getting my juices churning again. So I decided to copy her licks and strokes on Marissa. Olivia, deciding she needed more, stopped licking and switched positions. I soon felt a leg cross one of my legs. She then raised my other leg over her other leg. It took me a moment to figure out what her intent was, and not being able to see due to her girlfriend's body blocking my sight, it wasn't until I felt her pussy lips on mine that I fully comprehended the situation. Olivia started undulating her body against mine. My body started responding to her strokes. I felt Marissa's hand slip from my head and then, as her body leaned back across mine, I could see a little what was going on. Olivia was scissoring me she had her hands strategically placed to help her move against me. Marissa was on her knees leaning backwards on her elbows. I was eagerly lapping her juices as they seeped out of her pussy. Her pussy lips were contracting around my tongue as she panted and gasped. My Awakening: Spring Break Ch. 02 Olivia's bucking was bringing us closer to our own mutual orgasm. With my mouth occupied, I could only scream into Marissa's cunt, but Olivia was panting, "FUCK YES, HAILEY! GOD YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE ME CUM AGAIN!" She thrashed and writhed. "MAKE HER CUM! MAKE MY GIRLFRIEND CUM ALL OVER YOUR TONGUE! FUCK YES, HAILEY!" She was no longer able to make intelligible words as she came again. Marissa, fell backwards, her arms no longer able to support her. So there I lay, one girl's pussy pressed against mine with our legs intertwined and her girlfriend lying on top of me. We lay like that for a while, catching our breaths. Finally, we stirred. We decided to wash up. So we all got into the shower. It was a tight fit, but we managed. There was some touching and playing, but overall, we didn't get too carried away. We were just enjoying ourselves, but we all knew we needed a chance to recover. As we dried ourselves off, we decided to skip wearing clothes and watch a movie. Marissa carried some beach towels to cover the couch with. Olivia decided we needed desert, having expended our energy from supper already. I was helping Marissa get the beach towels on the couch when Olivia yelled out, "So who wants desert?" In her hand was an ice cream bucket and scoop. On the counter, there was whipped cream, nuts, chocolate syrup, bananas and maraschino cherries. She also had a wickedly, naughty look in her eyes. I blinked in disbelief. I was going to be turned into another banana split? I swear I felt juices slide down my leg at the thought. Although, it was probably just some water that hadn't been dried off, yet. Was I ever going to be able to eat a banana split again without getting wet? Olivia was laughing loudly. "I'm kidding. Well, unless you really want to be a banana split again. Otherwise, I'm totally serious." I looked at Marissa. She only shrugged. "Part of my deal with Olivia was that I would tell her everything that happened that night. Ever since I called you up and arranged for this night, all she's been talking about is how she wants a Hailey split, too. So she bought the supplies." I merely groaned. "Can I take a rain check? We just got cleaned up and I really could use a break." Olivia pouted and started making three splits. I felt bad. She really did look like a child when their parent told them they couldn't have something they really wanted. When she handed me my bowl, she looked at me then broke into a huge grin. "You really bought that? Oh my God. Maybe if I kept up any longer you would have given in just to make me happy." Then something struck her, like lightning. "Wait. Would you have?" "I don't know. Maybe. Probably." She took my bowl from me and placed it on the counter. When it was safely away from us, she hugged me, tightly. "I was kidding really. I mean yeah, I do want my Hailey split at some point." She backed away and looked me straight in the eye. "I don't want to hear, and this goes for Marissa too, of you ever doing something you don't want to do for anyone. Not even for the person you end up with. Marissa helped me with that, too. She told me at the time. Whatever I wasn't willing to do, I shouldn't do. If this was a deal breaker for them, then they weren't right for me. So the same goes for you. If I never get a Hailey split, I'll just have to settle for a Marissa split. But I hear a Hailey split is divine." We sat down on the couch, me in the middle, eating our ice cream and watching a movie. Except for our being naked, it was just a normal girl's night. Then an idea struck me. I guess all of my girl's nights have ended up with us all naked. That can't be normal right? My spoon was hovering near my lips when the thought hit me. I forgot about the ice cream on it when I felt the spoonful drop on my skin. The cold had me jerking between these two women. I saw Olivia's eyes bulge as she saw the ice cream slither down my body. It crept down the valley between my breasts. She slowly licked her lips. Her eyes met mine, asking for permission. Pleading with me. I barely, almost discernibly nodded. No sooner had I done so than I felt her tongue lap up the trail of melted ice cream. She didn't swallow. She held the ice cream on her tongue and, when she got all of it up, kissed me with a mouthful of ice cream. "Mmmmmm." She moaned in my mouth. "I had a little taste, but next time you come over, I want the whole dish." I giggled. By the end of the movie, we were getting a little frisky. We placed our discarded dishes into the sink and went to the bedroom. We were kissing, pinching and groping anything we could all the way to the bedroom. Marissa would slap my ass. I would turn to grab and pin her against the wall to suckle her breasts only to have Olivia spin me around to kiss and fondle. It was playful and fun. Once we got to the bedroom, Marissa had at some point gotten to the bedroom before Olivia and I. We looked at each other and nodded towards her. We had the same idea and before she could move, we threw her to the bed. We were rolling around getting smacked or kissed or licked or probed. We were laughing and giggling and just enjoying ourselves. Pretty soon Olivia and I had Marissa between us as we were running our hands down her body. I saw Olivia move down her body and start licking her girlfriend's pussy. I saw Marissa give me a questioning look, but before she could say anything I placed my pussy over her mouth. We were working each other to a nice orgasm, when Olivia piped up. "Hey, I want in on this too." She pouted her cute little girl pout. I reached out and grabbed her around the neck and yanked her to me. She wasn't expecting that and landed face-to-breast to me. She kissed and nibbled each before I pulled her mouth to mine and gave her a passionate kiss. I then rolled over on my side. Marissa's mouth never left my pussy, but her torso twisted to stay with me. Olivia got the hint and placed her pussy at my mouth. I laid my head on her thigh and started to eat her out. She did the same to Marissa. We weren't trying to get each other off fast. This was a nice slow build up. We were feasting on the pussy before us and were starting to get to the orgasm we were building up to. Olivia soon removed her pussy from my mouth. I got confused. Marissa started tapping my thigh. When I looked down, Marissa was turning around. Ah, swapping so we all get to taste the other pussy. It effectively calmed our love-making. We finally got to that part we had been but this time, rather than slow down and swap again, we each urged the other to their respective orgasm. Our orgasms rolled over us. It felt like what I would expect the gentle waves on a beach feel like. I don't know if it was the speed we took it or the fact that we just didn't have the energy for more than that, but it was a relaxing way to end the day. We got situated under the covers. I was between the two girls and we drifted off to sleep. We stayed like that until early afternoon. I hadn't realized how exhausted I truly was. What woke me up was two women, simultaneously, stretching against me. I felt both breasts rub up against mine and two pussies slide down my leg. Then I felt two mouths kiss a side of my cheek. Moaning with sleep, "I could get used to waking up like this." They both snickered and got out of bed. I felt determined to stay where I was until they started taking the sheets off the bed with me still on it. I finally relented and, seeing them get the sheets ready for laundry, started removing the pillowcases. Marissa grabbed the towels from the bathroom. I got the beach towel off the couch. Olivia started breakfast. It was almost 1:00, but she wanted eggs. So she scrambled eggs, friend bacon and even through in some biscuits into the oven. Marissa was going through their laundry pile and sorting it out. So I sat and watched Olivia cook. It was sweet watching them go about their morning routine. I briefly wondered if I would get that comfortable with someone. I felt Marissa behind me. She placed a gentle kiss on the nape of my neck. "Enjoying the view?" she asked. "Just remember, she's taken." She smacked my ass. "You go find someone else to be smitten with." I was about to protest, but saw the playful look she gave me when she walked around the counter. Olivia, knowing I'd been watching her the whole time, looked at me and asked, "What're you thinking about, anyway?" "Nothing." I felt like an intruder watching them like this. Yesterday was fun and enjoyable. But now it felt odd, like I didn't belong. Perhaps it showed on my face. They each grabbed a hand of mine and looked at me with love in their eyes. "I should probably go so you can do..." Olivia interrupted me. "You can't go yet. We haven't eaten." "But..." I tried to explain. "You don't have to run off," Marissa said. I wanted to deny that was what I was doing, but I saw she could tell it would be a lie. My shoulders slumped. "I get it. I am not sure Olivia does. You feel like...musical chairs and you are the only one left standing. Did you have fun last night?" Of course I did. I nodded. "So did we. In fact, I think we'd like to have you over again." She glanced over at Olivia, who was nodding her head. "While we might be a couple, I can't speak for Olivia, but I still care about you. It's not the same as it is with Olivia. If the three of us don't have sex together again, that's fine. But I don't want to lose your friendship. It may not be as old and intimate as I have with your sister, but you're smart and funny and I know Olivia needs someone to talk to about computers and games. I thought maybe you might pick her brain about college degree programs." "I won't lie. I do want my Hailey split, but like Marissa said, it's fine if this is too confusing. Hell, it is for me, too. Marissa is the first and was the only, until last night, girl I'd been with. You are so much fun that I already considered you a close friend of mine, even before the sex." I was speechless. "I just...I just didn't want to intrude. I saw the two of you going about your chores and I felt...I felt like...like I shouldn't be here. That this was your life. Your relationship. I didn't, don't, fit in to...this." Marissa came around the counter and sat next to me. "You're right. You don't fit into this relationship, mine and Olivia's. We aren't trying to bring you into that. I don't want any other girl than Olivia, but that doesn't mean you don't fit in here." I was confused. How do I fit in here, but not in their relationship? Olivia had kept puttering away in the kitchen getting breakfast ready throughout all of this, while listening to what was being said. With the food still hot from the stove and oven, she came over and interjected herself in the conversation. "Look, Hailey. I love, Marissa. Nothing we did. Nothing we might do will change that. If that's your issue, then you can forget about it. Marissa and I," Olivia looked at Marissa, "are forever, as far as I'm concerned." She looked back at me, "You are all sorts of fun. And I would love to have you back in bed with us, but even if you don't I am not going to let you just bolt from our lives. I've had too many people bolt from mine over my 'lifestyle' as they called it. I can't lose any more people, okay? I realize all of this can be confusing. It's not to me, though. Any time you want to come over, you're welcome here. If it's to sit down and watch TV or get dinner or just talk, the door is open for you." "If what you are looking for is a relationship like Olivia's and mine, you're right. You won't find it here. I'm sorry. But if you just want a couple of friends who enjoy your company, who you might end up in bed with if you aren't careful, then you very much belong here, whenever you want. You are a smart, funny, sexy girl. You will have this," Marissa motioned her finger between Olivia and her, "someday. Someone very lucky, whether it's a guy or girl, will snatch you up." Olivia started fixing up the plates of food and serving breakfast. We sat and ate and talked. We didn't discuss what was said prior to breakfast. That they left for me to ruminate over. After breakfast, I hopped into the shower, alone. Once I was cleaned and dressed, I headed to the door. Olivia, still naked, rushed to me and gave me a big hug. "You have to promise me something before you leave, okay?" I simply nodded my head. "I was being serious, you can't bolt from my life. Whatever your issue is with what we did last night, you and I are still friends. I refuse to lose that so if you don't call me at least once a week I will be tracking you down." I felt a tear run down my cheek from Olivia's eyes. I really wish I knew what had happened. Maybe one day I would learn. I promised her I'd stay in touch. And I did. I walked out of their apartment and got into my car. As I was about to back out of the parking spot, I saw a naked Marissa and Olivia in a window wave to me before they closed the blinds again. When I got home, I noticed the mail was there. Three letters were for me. Washington State, University of California-Berkeley and Eastern Washington. UC-Berkley rejected me but the other two colleges accepted me. I briefly wondered about Eastern Washington. It would be nice to be on campus with Olivia and Marissa, but despite what they said I just wasn't sure if I could handle being near them that often. Once or twice, was one thing, but too often and I'd feel like I was intruding. Besides, that campus is way too close to my high school woes. I went upstairs and made sure I friended Olivia on Facebook and Steam. Finding Borderlands 2 and Left 4 Dead 2, I bought and downloaded them while I sat and watched some TV show. My Awakening: Spring Break Ch. 03 This is a continuation of my previous series. So it will be helpful to have read the previous stories beforehand. If you haven't read them, they involved Hailey's sexual awakening at the hands of her sister. It ended with a lesbian orgy with her sister's friends. This series will be a continuation of Hailey exploring her sexuality. These experiences will be different than before and, thus, in different categories. It will not involve her sister, Kaitlin, since she is back at school in California. However, Hailey and Kaitlin's story is not over, so fans of my previous series fret not there will be more coming. Hope you all enjoy it. All characters depicted having sex are over 18. ***** My last high school Spring Break was coming to an end. I spent my days like any other, online in World of Warcraft. I tried to ignore the pangs in my stomach. I loved what Marissa and Olivia had and I desperately wanted that attachment. But right now I couldn't think about it. I didn't have anyone I could think of that fit what I was looking for. Of course, I also didn't know what I was looking for so that made matters worse. So I drowned my thoughts out with video games and sappy movies. On Friday, I was waiting for the mailman to arrive, as had become my custom this week except for the day before. I saw his truck pull out and before he had a chance to get out, I was halfway down the walkway. He stuck out his hand and handed me the mail. I was flipping through it, but there was no letters from any other school. I was about to slump back into my house when he hollered at me, "Looking for this?" I rushed over and in his hand was a letter from USC. I blinked at it. My last college acceptance or rejection notice. "Thank you." I smiled at him and walked into my house. I heard him wish me luck, but my heart was in my throat. So what will be my fate? Where will I be going in the fall? I laid the mail on the foyer table and walked to my room. I plopped down on my bed and just flipped the packet around. I heard a BLING from my video game. So I headed over to my computer. My friend Hannah, or Hotlikme on World of Warcraft, sent me a whisper. < Hey. Where were you? Been sending you an invite for a while now. > < Sorry. Mail came. > < Anything good? > < IDK. Haven't opened it. > < College admissions? > < Yep. > < Thought you heard from them all by now. > < Not from USC. > < You never said you applied there! > < Yeah, my sister urged me to. > < OMG! Wish you would have told me! I applied there! > < Really? > < Yeah. Got accepted too. Hurry up and open it I want to know if you got in. > I went to my bed and retrieved the packet. I carried it to the desk and opened it. I began to scan the cover page. I didn't believe it. I re-read the cover page two more times to make sure it said the same thing each time. BLING < Chica. You there? Did you get in? > < Seems so. > < What? You either did or didn't. So did you? > < Unless this is a horrible prank I did. > < You've got a few options. Where do you think you might want to go? > I was lost in thought. I had decided that I wasn't going to wait around for some school that only wanted me when some prospective student decided they didn't want. Why should I be a second-tier choice for anybody? This past week I had people showing me they wanted me and not as a consolation prize, either. I should want a school that wanted me like that, right? That eliminated UC-Berkeley and Stanford. I didn't want an out of state college just for the sake of getting out of the state. So that eliminated the Oregon schools. Eastern Washington and Washington State was just too close to where I am now. The only remaining options were University of Washington and Southern California. With USC, my sister would be close by. So I wouldn't be alone, which was a plus. < Right now, I guess it's between UW or USC. > < If you commit to USC, I will too. > < Where would you go otherwise? > < Not sure, but it would be so fun to be dormmates. > < So you would go somewhere just because I went there? > < Well, no. I mean I didn't get into any of the colleges you did, except USC. > < Well, USC would be nice. I'd be close to my sister and far away from my high school life. > < And you'd have a friend already there. > Just like that, USC became the college I decided on. Now the issue was going to be to convince my parents that their last child was moving to California. I logged off the game. I was too distracted. I wanted to call my sister up and tell her. I wanted to tell my parents. Well, I wanted to get their reactions out of the way. The anticipation of that conversation had my stomach in knots. It didn't help matters that I had a get together with Paige and her husband, James. If this day progressed like the other ones this week, James would be my first male sex partner. Yep, I was all sorts of worked up. I decided to take a bath. I put in the salts and bubbles and, once I was stripped naked, slipped into the warm water. As I was soaping up my body, I would brush my sensitive spots. I wasn't trying to get off so I didn't linger long. A graze of the nipples, rubbing my pussy a tad longer than necessary for hygienic purposes, a probing finger in my ass; I was soon relaxed and luxuriating in the pleasure, but my intent was to loosen up not for climax. That would come later, I think. I slipped out of the tub and wrapped myself up in a towel. As I walked to my room, I realized the bath did wonders for me. I was no longer anxious about tonight or the conversation that awaited me. Sure, there was no resolution, but I felt reinvigorated. I was looking at my wardrobe, courtesy of my sister, and deciding on my outfit when the phone rang. I went to my desk to retrieve it. "Hello?" "Hey, Hailey. It's Paige." "Oh, hi. What's up?" "Well, James suggested we pick you up tonight rather than you meet us somewhere. He wanted it to feel more like a date. Perhaps it might relax you a bit." "Yeah. Sure." So now I am reliant on them to bring me home no matter what the outcome of the dinner was. "Okay. So how does 6:30 sound?" I looked at the clock on my computer, which informed me I had an hour and a half left. "Sounds good." We said our goodbyes and disconnected the call. I went back to my closet. Kicking myself, I should have asked where dinner was going to be, I picked out two outfits. One was a casual jean and blouse. The other was a nice spring dress. I remembered the erotic, but somewhat difficult, way Marissa and Olivia had removing my jeans last time so I opted for the dress. I pulled it up to cover my body and tried to decide what to wear with it. It was a dark floral patterned dress with spaghetti straps. It had a low, but modest, neckline. I opted to go without a bra. It hung down to mid thigh. I got a naughty look in my eye as I thought about going without any underwear. Thinking more about it, the dress was very loose and a good gust could whip the hem up pretty easily, I opted to don panties. Sure, it would have been such a turn-on to be sitting in the restaurant without a stitch of clothing on under my dress, but I was far less daring than my sister or her friends. Well, I chuckled to myself, without their involvement anyway. By the time I was ready with make-up, hair and outfit, I still had half an hour. I sat at my desk and was going through USC's course catalog. I was really immersed looking at the website. I had just decided to go to USC and now I was shopping for major. I did a quick Google search on USC and discovered that they were ranked as the top game design school. I sat back in my chair with that knowledge. My sister, unwittingly, had me apply to a top school for game design. I smiled at my fortune. Then a thought hit me, perhaps Kaitlin hadn't just had me apply to USC to get me closer to her. Maybe she did it because it would be a great fit for me. One that I wouldn't have seen otherwise. She, also, had the benefit of being closer to me. I was musing how much my sister had been looking out for me since the start of Winter Break. She hadn't just woken my sexuality. She had shown me that despite my beliefs I was beautiful and desirable. She had opened up her friendships with me to share. And now, she had opened my eyes to a school I would never have applied to before Christmas. Or maybe, I was giving her too much credit for my evolving and it was purely a means for her to get into my panties. Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurried to the door and opened it. Standing outside, was a gentleman. He was about a foot taller than me wearing a suit and tie. He had short brown hair, green eyes and clean cut. I was blinking as I took in the sight of him. "You must be Hailey." "Yeah. How do you know my name?" "My wife," he gestured to where his car was parked, "told me you were pretty. I didn't expect her to have exaggerated so much." I looked over his shoulder and saw Paige wave at me. I blushed at his comment, assuming he had meant that Paige undersold my beauty and not oversold it. "Are you ready to go?" "Let me just go fetch my purse?" He nodded his assent as he waited on the porch. I left the open door, shaking my head. I retrieved my small purse, it only had room for a small wallet, my phone, my set of keys, and quick essentials for touching up my make-up. I quickly decided to grab a jacket before exiting my room. When I arrived at the door, James was standing exactly like I had left him. When I locked up, he crooked his arm. Smiling, I slipped my hand around his elbow and we walked to the car. He held the rear passenger door open for me to get in. Paige leaned through the gap between the front seats. She wiggled her index finger for me to lean in closer. When I did, she kissed me, quickly, on the mouth. She then stage whispered, "You look stunning." I sat back in the seat and buckled up. When I looked up, I saw James' eyes on me through the rear-view mirror. "She's right you know. I have never won a single argument with her, but this time I don't even have to try. You do look amazing." I blushed and said thank you for the compliments, but it made me wonder why this group of people can see something in me that the people in my high school can't. We drove to a nice upscale French restaurant. I was suddenly glad I hadn't worn the jeans and blouse. I was also glad I decided to wear panties as this was definitely not a place I'd like to expose myself in. James opened my door and, holding out his hand, helped me out. Paige managed to get out on her own. I looked at her apologetically. She shook her head at me, "Don't worry about me. Tonight is about you. I explicitly told James to treat you like royalty. He'll get his reward later." Lowering her voice conspiratorially, "With or without you. Your choice." She finished saying with a wink. We ate and talked through dinner. Paige told me that Friday and Saturday was their date nights, since they both worked days and he was busy on weeknights. I learned that James worked at a bank while going to night classes at the local community college. I chuckled a little when he told me he was going to school to be an accountant. I had to explain that was my dad's profession. They were the first people I told about my recent decision to go to USC. Paige gave me a crushing hug while James offered his congratulations. I excused myself to go to the ladies' room. Paige followed me. While waiting on Paige, I was washing up. When she got out of her stall, she asked, "Are you nervous?" I merely nodded. She hugged me from behind and said, "You have all the power here. What happens is purely up to you. Perhaps, we order our dessert to go and head to my place. Just talk, like we have been, and see where it takes us." I liked the sound of that so I agreed. Paige informed James of the decision. He was about to ask something, but a quick glance at Paige and the question died before he could utter it. We ordered our desserts, James requested them to be packaged to go, and James paid the bill. Once we got to their home, we sat on the couch and ate our desserts. Paige asked, "So how's your last Spring Break as a high schooler been?" I blushed remembering everything I did this week. James laid a hand on Paige's knee and I saw a look on Paige's face that looked like she was going to apologize, possibly retract the question, but I started talking before she had a chance to. I wasn't embarrassed by what I had done. I felt there was nothing wrong with my actions and thus not at all embarrassed. My blushing was more from excitement remembering those encounters. I told them everything. Every sordid detail I could recall. I could tell they were getting excited. So was I. When I was done, James stood up from the couch and pulled me from my seat. He then kissed me firmly on the mouth. It was my first kiss with a man. It was as smooth as one with a woman. It was gritty. Despite his best efforts at shaving, he was still rough. I could feel his hard-on pressing into me. His arms wrapped around me, protecting me. Just then, I felt Paige slip behind me and press herself up against me. She was nuzzling my neck, kissing the exposed skin, massaging my breasts. James leaned away, separating our mouths, and asked, "Do you want this?" I was panting. I was still nervous, but the look on James' face revealed the truth in Paige's words—I did have the power here. I nodded my head. James scooped me up into his arms. My mind recalled all the times I felt my dad do the same thing when I fell asleep on the couch watching movies. Maybe this is why I felt safe here in a new situation? I didn't know. I didn't have time to figure it out either. My body was tingling in anticipation. My mind was off thinking of all the experiences I'd had and wondering what was in store for me next. Nothing prepared me for what lay ahead for me. James lay me on the bed. I looked up and saw Paige had stripped off her clothes as she walked behind us. She looked at James, who then sat in an armchair in the room. Paige then crawled on the bed. She slipped off one strap of my dress off my shoulder. She then kissed the exposed skin. While kissing my body, her other hand slipped off my remaining strap. Her kisses then meandered to the other side of my body. I looked up and saw James watching intently. Paige, seeing my gaze, told me, "We're gonna put on a show for him. When you are ready, he will join, okay?" I nodded. She pulled me into a deep kiss as she slowly pulled the dress down my body. Our kiss ended, but her journey had just begun. She kissed my chin, the hollow part in my throat, down my sternum. Upon reaching the valley between my breasts, she glanced up at me and, without breaking eye contact with me, kissed around one breast. Her kisses started at the furthest part of my breast and circled around it. The circles got smaller and smaller until finally her mouth was on my nipple, sucking it, biting it, licking it. All the while, her hands had continued to pull my dress was around my waist. Once she was done with one breast, she kissed her way to my other one and repeated the process. Our eyes never broke contact. Realizing her destination had yet to be reached, she again trailed kisses down my body. She paused her descent when she reached my belly button. Kissing and licking around it, my dress at my knees now, she began slipping my panties off. I arched my back off the bed to ease her task. As soon as my panties were over my ass and I was laying back on the bed, Paige deftly slid a finger into my pussy. I was panting by this point. When her finger slid in, I let out a moan. She moved her finger around inside me. I started squirming. She didn't start thrusting into me, she just kept wiggling her finger. Soon, I felt another finger slide in. Still, she didn't start thrusting her fingers. Her new finger wiggled, not in tandem with the first invader but in opposition. I don't know if that's the right word. It's hard to explain, but it felt amazing. I was moaning constantly at this point, bucking my hips, urging her to move those magic fingers of hers. But her hand stayed clamped on my mound, her wiggling fingers embedded into my hot, wet core. She repositioned herself so her other hand could finally pull my dress and panties down the remainder of the way off my body. I barely registered that I was now fully nude on James and Paige's bed. I was lost in a sea of delirium. So badly I wanted to orgasm, all of my other senses seemed to have been shut off. Then, Paige changed her tactics. The wiggling fingers ceased. My breathing and squirming stilled. And Paige's magic fingers started thrusting into me. Her thumb massaged my clit until, that is, her mouth was on it sucking it, her tongue flicking at it. My hands clutched the headboard, my knuckles turning white, if I had cared to look at them. My back arched but, with Paige's body now on top of my legs, not very high. My orgasm was crashing into me like the morning tide. I was trembling from my orgasm. I was lost in the aftermath. Lost to my passion of the moment. Paige kissed up my body, soothingly. She pulled me into a kiss, my juices still on her mouth. Breaking the kiss, she looked towards her husband. I followed her gaze. I was startled. I had forgotten all about James sitting their, neglected. Paige whispered to me, "Want to let James in on the fun?" I nodded. James couldn't hear us. I disentangled myself from Paige and stood by the bed letting James see my naked body, fully. Then getting a wickedly, naughty idea in my head, dropped to my knees and crawled to him. When I got to his seat, I raised up on my knees between his legs. I pulled him into a kiss. He could smell my arousal. His dick was pressing into my stomach. He had not moved from his perch throughout his wife and my display. Not even to undress. The only thing he had removed was his tie, but that had been removed once we got into the house. Everything had remained buttoned and zipped since we came into the room. I leaned over him and nervously whispered, "I've not done...anything...with a man before. I don't know what to do." "Don't worry. Whatever you want to do will be enough." I started, hesitantly, unbuttoning his shirt. Reaching his trousers, I fumbled with his belt and fly. Having his pants loosened, I slid his shirt off his shoulders. He leaned forward so I could slip it down his arms. Their it remained on the chair behind him. I then slowly lifted his undershirt off and tossed it on the floor. I studied the torso in front of me. He had a little flab, but was fit enough to seem he tried to get some workout in despite his busy life. He was covered in hair. It wasn't thick and matted. I ran my hands over his stomach and chest. My fingers ran circles around his body, especially through the hair that grew there. I leaned in and kissed his collar bone. I started to kiss lower and lower. I wondered if men liked their nipples kissed and suckled like I did mine. So I gave it a try. I looked at him, but the look in his face didn't mirror mine when this was done. His face was a mask to me. I couldn't figure it out. I kissed lower. I got to his pants and looking back up to him, I grabbed either side and started to pull them down. He stood, as best he could with me in front of him, so his pants could fall to his ankles. With his arms clasped on the arms of the chair behind him holding him up, I pulled his boxers off, with some difficulty with a dick in the way. Once the boxers were off, I was face-to-face with my first ever dick. With quivering hands, I reached out to it. I ran my fingers, lightly over the head and down the shaft. I heard a gasp. Looking up, I saw the mask I had been confused by shattered. Here was the center of his pleasure. My Awakening: Spring Break Ch. 03 Not letting up on the light touches, I slowly inched my face forward. I licked the hole of his dick. He shuddered. I put the head in my mouth and licked around it. He shuddered again. He still grasped the chair's armrests. I slowly slid my mouth down his shaft, swirling my tongue around it. My fingers still lightly stroking the parts that weren't in my mouth. I pulled my head back until just the head was in my mouth. Then I pushed it back in my mouth. He tried to release one hand from the armrest, but his position was to precarious to do so without falling backwards into the chair. So there we were, me on my knees sucking his dick and him leaning on his arms to steady himself over the seat of the chair. My head was bobbing faster on his dick and his groans and moans were getting louder. Until he said, "Hailey. Stop please. I don't want to cum." I pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked at him, confused. "You don't want to cum?" "Not yet. I want to enjoy this. Enjoy you." He stepped out of his pants and boxers and lifted me up and placed me on my back in his bed. My feet were dangling off the edge. He then got on his knees and started to kiss my feet, my legs, up my thighs to my pussy. But rather than my sister who liked to tease me more, he dove in. His tongue was thick. With powerful licks and thrusts, I was soon getting close. I was about to tell him so, when Paige's pussy alighted on my face. I had just enough warning to get my tongue out. So as I ate out Paige, her husband was feasting on me. She leaned forward, her hands on either side of my hips, watching her husband enjoy my juices. "She's delicious. Isn't she?" I heard, and felt, James agree in my pussy. "Now you see why I couldn't wait to have this tasty treat in our bed." He nodded his head which sent more tingles through me. "God. I love seeing your face stuffed into some young, hot pussy." This is not the Paige I was used to. She always seemed so demure, even during the sex on New Year's Eve, but have her husband with her and her kinkiness sky-rockets. She leaned back and started grinding her cunt onto my tongue. Her hands grabbed my breasts. She grunted above me, "Yes. Hailey. Right there. Almost there. Cumming, Hailey. God, so good, Hailey. Make her cum with me, James. Fuck so close. Hurry James, please I want her to cum with me. Can't hold it much longer." I felt James stuff two fingers in me while he continued to lick me. That was the last straw. I came. Paige, cumming with me, collapsed on top of me. James continued to thrust his fingers in me. Paige's pussy fell away from my mouth as I let out a moan. Seeing her unattended pussy, I pulled my mouth to it and stabbed my tongue back into her. If James was going to eat me through my orgasm, I was determined to do so with Paige. Finally, James pulled away from me and Paige rolled over and on to her back next to me. We were both panting from our climaxes. I saw James stand up and walk out. I didn't know why or where he went. I was exhausted and just needed to breathe for a second. The next thing I knew, James was handing Paige and I a bottled water each. I quickly drank half of mine. Capping the bottle, I laid back and let the bottle roll out of my hand. Paige, twisting about, was face-to-face with me. "You've gotten better since last time." Snickering, I said, "Practice makes perfect, I guess." "Sure does." She looked at her husband, with loving eyes. "Seems one person here still hasn't gotten his rocks off, though." She looked back at me. "Do you want the honors? Or do you want me to?" she asked me with concern evident in her voice. I wasn't sure. I wanted to at least try heterosexual sex. I wanted to test my sexuality and see what I wanted. The thing my mom always told me 'You won't know whether you like it or not if you don't try it once' popped into my head. I wanted to try, but I was nervous. I looked at James. I saw he would never do anything I didn't want to do. I knew he would be gentle with me. I could also see he wanted me. Sure he loved his wife, but he wanted to impale me on his cock. His cock that hadn't waned from its previous hardness. "I'm ready." I croaked. Paige lightly kissed me and ran her hand soothingly across my body. "Not yet you aren't, but you will be soon." She dipped her head down until she was again at the entrance of my pussy. She began licking up the dried juices on my thighs and my pussy responded to every touch. I closed my eyes and basked in her attention to my pussy. I soon felt her move from my legs and felt James' shaft thrust into my pussy with a grunt. I looked up and saw him as he thrust into my pussy. I looked over and saw Paige idly playing with her cunt while she watched her husband fuck me. This certainly wasn't the same as I had experienced. I felt detached in some way. I didn't feel like I was involved. Even with Naomi and being bound and gagged, I still felt like I was somehow engaged. Unlike now. Now, I felt like I was just along for the ride. I looked to Paige. Her eyes met mine. I don't know what my eyes were telling her, but she was soon off the chair behind her husband. She was whispering to him, what it was I couldn't tell. She then came to me, "What's wrong, Hailey?" What's wrong? I don't know. I couldn't figure out why this sex seemed different than the other sex. Sex is sex, right? So how did this one differ than the others? So I made something up. "I want you while your husband has me." I didn't want James to be left high and dry while I tried to figure out what was wrong with my body. It had to be my body, but I just couldn't formulate a reason what it was telling me. So my mind decided to keep going while it tried to evaluate the feelings. "You sure?" I nodded and smiled. She laid down on the bed. Spreading her legs, I got up on all fours and started licking her cunt. I looked back, and with my best sexy, seductive gaze I winked at James. He didn't think twice and was soon back in my pussy. I returned my face back into Paige's pussy. With my mouth in her pussy and her legs covering my ears, I could almost drown out the male grunts behind me. The slap of James' hairy thighs broke the illusion on occasion. But when I wasn't brought back to reality, I realized the person I was fantasizing about behind me was my sister. I started to really enjoy what was going on. I started responding to the thrusts. Each thrust James gave me, shoved my face into his wife's cunt. Then I would push back onto his cock. I soon heard James grunt out that he was cumming followed shortly by Paige declaring the same thing. I followed soon after that. We slumped on the bed, exhausted. I dozed off and felt strong hands washing my body with a wet cloth. I was rolled over and felt a feminine form behind me. I jerked awake when I felt a strong, masculine hand grasp my breast. It all jolted back the memories I had of that night. I moved the hand from me and tried to get back to sleep. Then the hand found my breast again. I was trembling, but I couldn't figure out why. I slowly extricated myself from the bed and padded down to their kitchen. I was sitting at the dining room table, naked, sipping on a glass of orange juice when Paige came in wearing a short, sheer robe. "Couldn't sleep?" I just shook my head. "It's James isn't it?" How could I tell her that? That her husband creeped me out? I didn't even know if that was the case. He had been strong, protective and gentle. He had been everything I thought of when I thought of a man treating a woman. He reminded me of my dad. Then I blanched. Everything I knew of males had come from my dad and the immature assholes at school. Sure I had male friends in my gaming circle, but the majority of the ones I knew were the jerks at school. The one person that treated me like I had last night was my dad. And I had fucked him! I wanted to vomit. He had been perfect, so perfect in fact that he had inadvertently reminded me of the one person that I didn't want to be reminded of at this time. I put my head in my hands and started to sob. I felt her hands stroke my back. That's when I heard James come in. "Everything alright?" I looked up. He was in a long terry cloth robe cinched tightly around his waist, thankfully. I don't think I could handle seeing him in less right now. Paige spoke for both of us, "Couldn't sleep," she indicated both of us, "so decided on a bit of girl talk." He was preparing to leave when Paige spoke up again, "Actually perhaps you could help us out." I was startled. I'd just come to the realization of my anxieties and now James will be here too? He sat down at the table. We all, awkwardly, looked at each other. He chuckled, lightly, "Well, since we aren't getting anywhere how about breakfast?" He stood up and walked to the kitchen and started rummaging around. Paige sat with me. Her arm never leaving me. "Perhaps you might feel more comfortable talking with something on?" OH. GOD! I forgot I had been in here without a stitch on. I nodded. She held my hand walking to her bedroom and finding a robe of hers that wasn't as sheer, but still left little to the imagination, put it on. We sat in the room, me cuddle up in the chair and her on the bed. "Last night. The look you gave me. You weren't ready. I should have known. Should've seen it. I'm sorry." I shook my head. "It's not your fault. I just...I thought I was. I really did. I just..." I hung my head in shame "...I just didn't want...didn't want to disappoint?" Was that the right word? I decided it was close enough. "Your decision shouldn't be based on whether the other person is disappointed. It's your decision and your alone. If they can't be happy for you, then they shouldn't be allowed in your life. Period. If you are gay and your parents don't accept that, it's not your problem to deal with. It's theirs. If you aren't head over heels in love with Kaitlin, again it's not your problem. Maybe you are, which I admit will complicate matters, it's still not your problem. You have friends who will accept you no matter what happens. If no one else will, we will be your family. That's what New Year's Eve and this week has been about. Your sister, too, will accept you no matter if you share the love she has for you or not. You won't lose any of us." Just then, James popped his head around through the door. "Breakfast's ready. I hope everyone's hungry because I didn't know what everyone wanted to I fixed a lot." And he had too. There was scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage links and patties, biscuits and gravy. I looked at the spread of food. "It's true what they say, 'Everything's bigger in Texas'," Paige said from behind me. I looked at her. Texas? But this is Washington. "James is originally from Texas, but relocated during high school. He still has his Southern charms, though." We started piling our plates with the delicious smelling food. I was famished and ate ravenously. I even had seconds. James chuckled at this. "Such a small girl, where's she put it all?" "All the sex this week, she's probably storing it all for what lies ahead." I blushed hearing this. I finished my second serving, sated. James was sipping his coffee, biding his time, apparently. "So the early morning, it's not just a case of insomnia or the like is it?" I shook my head. "So it's something on your mind not letting you sleep." I nodded. He smiled sweetly at me. "It's me then." My eyes were as big as saucers. He'd guessed it already? "Don't look at me like I just appeared out of nowhere with green skin and moose antlers coming out of my head. It doesn't take a genius to realize this." My face slackened and I started to laugh at what he would look like with his description. He looked perplexed. I pointed at him. "You. Green. Moose antlers." And drawing circles in the air around his face, "That expression." Paige joined in on the laughter. "So you liked my description?" He smiled warmly. "Maybe we can find out the cause of your anxiety." I stopped laughing and uttered two words. "My dad." Both of them looked at me expecting more from me. Nothing else came out. I was shaking all over again. They looked at each other and they both shrugged before they looked back to me. "You." I wanted to form complete sentences, but my mouth wouldn't function properly. Admitting this in my head had been hard enough. But I hadn't the strength to admit it verbally. I think James got it first. Although, Paige was beside me and so I couldn't really see her face to see if she recognized what those three little words meant. James' eyes widened under the realization of my meaning. He grabbed my hands in his and looked into my eyes, "I am so sorry, Hailey. I didn't mean to, I swear." I heard Paige gasp beside me. I guess she hadn't reached the conclusion as quickly as James had. She wrapped both arms around me and hugged me tightly. "He really reminded you of your dad?" I just nodded. I started to cry again, but this time I couldn't cover my eyes. James had my hands held tightly in his. So I hung my head and let the tears fall. "What does this mean?" Wait. What? Now there's meaning to it? I thought that was the meaning. "I mean, do all guys make you feel...that way?" "Not all." Wiping my eyes on Paige's shoulder, "Most are just jerks, anyway. But James, treated me like a princess all night. At certain points, I got glimpses of him treating me like my dad does. But I never put it all together." "What points?" This was from James. He had sat there holding my hands, silently. "The doting through dinner. The way you carried me. Even the breakfast is like my dad." Now I had an image of my dad doing the things James had last night and the nausea returned. Will I ever be able to look at my dad the same way? Will every guy I fuck remind me of my dad in some perverse way? I shook my head to try and clear the images away. Paige asked, as delicately as she could, "So you aren't...interested...in your dad?" I pulled away from her like she reeked like a skunk. "Okay. Okay. I had to ask. I mean with your sister and all." "I know it seems like the same thing, but in my head it just feels...different. Same with my mom." I said the last shuddering. I couldn't figure out the differences. How was it different with my sister than picturing my parents, sexually? I shuddered again. I couldn't tell, but the reactions I was having meant I wasn't going to be able to dwell on the issue long enough to figure it out. So I left it alone. "So does this mean you're a lesbian?" Paige really did seem concerned by my well-being. She also wanted me to realize my desires and the only way to find those out is to confront them head on. So I thought about it. I thought about Winter Break. Thought about New Year's Eve. Thought about Naomi. Thought about Marissa and Olivia. Thought about Paige. And James. Then I thought about all the guys in school. Had they been nicer to me, on Monday when we were all back in school, would I find them attractive? Would I want to have sex with any of them? It was then that I thought of the girls at high school. Would I want to have sex with any of them? That sealed it for me. There wasn't a single guy their that I had any interest in, but that didn't apply to the girls that had treated me the same way. Some of the meaner girls, I wouldn't mind treating like Naomi had done me, I though wickedly. "I think it does." "You know," James started, "most guys would have issue with knowing they were the cause of any woman 'turning lesbian' after one night with them." He actually used the air quotes, which had me laugh. "Which I realize is an unfair term since you don't choose who you love. But I am happy you realized it. Happier still knowing I might be the only guy to ever get to enjoy you." Even after all we did and what was said, I still felt safe and loved. My sister, on New Year's Eve, gave me the best gift of all. She gave me her friends. And those friends, now mine, had led me to a point that I wouldn't have gotten to without them. Thinking of her, brought back all the things she had done for me. She was my confidante; through every mishap and problem and joy, she was the one person I went to first. She helped me realize and bring out my latent sexuality. She helped me realize, despite my previous notions, that I was beautiful. She even got me to apply to the school of my dreams when even I didn't realize it. And now, through her—our—friends, I am now understanding my sexuality. My only question left, is how do I truly feel about my sister? I know I love her but is it the same as I saw in Marissa and Olivia and what I see, here in front of me, in Paige and James? One more lesson for me, but this one no one else can help me with. Paige dropped me off at home, after I had showered. I staggered to my room, passing my dad who was watching a game on TV. "Everything alright?" I turned to him and smiled. He got up and was coming towards me. "Yeah. Long night. Tired. Going to bed." He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead. "Okay, princess. Sleep well." I turned and walked to my room. As my eyes shut, I smiled. I still had the image of my dad in my head. As my dad, nothing more. Maybe all is well. And just like that, I was asleep.