Chapter 2
Sandy walked along the sand enjoying the sounds of the ocean lapping up to shore, feeling at peace with herself, with the world.
Amazing, she thought smiling inwardly, how one little romp in bed could restore her optimism, bolster her spirits like nothing else. She was hooked on Katie. No doubt about that. Couldn't do without her. Didn't want to.
When she reached a breakwater that jutted out into the sea, Sandy climbed the rocks carefully and made her way along the top. She was glad suddenly that Katie had decided to come to the beach today. It felt good to be out of that stagnant city exposed to the elements, at one with nature.
The lingering rays of the afternoon sun seemed to caress her naked shoulders as she sat perched on the very edge of the rocky wall gazing off over the waves. At times like this, Sandy preferred to be alone. Katie wouldn't be able to appreciate her mood. Certainly wouldn't care to enhance it. She'd call Sandy a romantic, Sandy knew. A stupid dreamer. A silly schoolgirl.
And yet Sandy knew if she hadn't been all these things-just precisely all these things-she and Katie might never have fucked together the way they did.
It was the precise difference in their make-up that made them so good together.
Sandy was the hard core romantic that would never be able to see the world for what it really was and Katie was just the opposite. She was tough and cynical and full of world weariness that attracted Sandy terrifically.
They needed each other to keep their sanity. They complemented each other like two sides of the same coin.
Katie needed Sandy to keep that little bit of optimism she had inside her going and Sandy needed that toughness to keep from being taken by every butch that came her way and from every type of low life that tried to take her for a ride.
It was something great. It was something almost pre-destined for them to be together.
Sandy knew that nothing could ever replace Katie. Not even a man. That thought kept creeping into her thoughts more and more these days.
In the solitude she relished so much she would find herself thinking about men.
She didn't know why and she could not account for it but she knew that she had to stop it before it got the better of her.
It was something she had to conquer all by herself and she knew there was no room for Katie in that.
She had to go it alone and see it through herself.
As the summer drew to a close Sandy found herself more and more melancholy and she did not know why. She did not know the depths of her own despair yet and she was afraid these days that life would soon take an awful turn for her.
Just like it had done before she had met Katie.
But now that Christmas was drawing near she tried her hardest to get into the spirit of things and make herself useful.
That Christmas was a long time ago.
Christmas was approaching like an inescapable enemy-rolling up closer, infiltrating everywhere, poisoning the world.
Sandy forced those cynical thoughts out of her mind and tried her damnedest to enjoy the sounds of Christmas Carlos drifting over from the quad.
She didn't really feel that way, she knew. Sandy was no Scrooge when it came to yule tide outlook. It was just that damned pervasive loneliness-that indefinable ache that never failed to appear along about the first of December-that yearning, that urgent hunger for something she could not name.
Sandy closed the history book and glanced around the empty dormitory room eager for something to distract her. There was no sense trying to read, trying to study, she knew. Today was not the day for concentration. It was as though there were forces at work against her-forces she could neither see nor name-but forces nevertheless, impelling her to pick herself up and go seek some fortune.
Sandy lit a cigarette and walked over to the window, rubbing a clear circle in the frosty glass so that she could see out. Last night it had snowed a white blanket covering the entire university making everything seem clean and bright and hopeful despite it all.
In the center of the quad carolers were starting up again, their breath making little puffs of steam in the chilly air around their faces. Everyone was out there, Sandy knew, singings along or just listening and enjoying the spirit of the season.
What was wrong with her?
Why couldn't she participate?
Why couldn't she conform?
She turned from the sight of it all as though she'd been looking into a mirror that revealed too much truth. This was ridiculous, she told herself. She was only nineteen. It wasn't suitable to be lethargic at such an early age. It wasn't normal to feel out of step with the entire world.
Suddenly, her room became a cage, a prison, a dungeon of silence in which she was forced to think. Sandy hurried into her parka, pulled on her boots and headed for the door, grabbing gloves on the way.
She had to get out. Had to mingle. Had to search for a miracle that would get her out of this grey cloudy mood.
As she ran down the steps of the dormitory building, she felt the December air stinging her cheeks, whipping her hair, forcing her to full alertness. Sandy paused for a moment trying to make her mind up, trying to figure out where to go.
Tony's face popped into her mind's eye. Smiling Tony. Cheerful Tony. Tony with the sweet talk and anxious roaming hands.
She liked him, she had to admit. Liked him a lot. And still she was glad he'd gone home to his family in New York for vacation. Gone out of her life for two whole weeks. Two weeks in which she wouldn't have to make excuses to him. Two weeks in which she wouldn't have to find him off. Two weeks in which she wouldn't have to ask herself why she was so afraid of going to bed with a man.
Sandy forced her legs to carry her toward the group of students clustered around the carolers. She wasn't really interested in them, she knew. Most likely she wouldn't find anything to perk up her spirits.
Still, the activity around her, the presence of other people, would be enough to keep her from thinking, to keep her from burrowing deeper and deeper into her own depression.
She stood on the periphery of the crowd, hands buried deep in her pockets, collar turned up against the wind.
She remembered suddenly that tonight would be the beginning of Winter Carnival, a three-day, never-ending round of parties and sleigh-rides and ice-skating and dances and more parties.
She didn't want any part of it, Sandy told herself. Not alone anyway and not with Tony. She didn't want a part of anything as a matter of fact, she added bitterly-until she found someone who could make her feel like she belonged.
"You don't look like you're enjoying yourself very much either." The voice was suddenly close to her ear, raised, in order to carry above the singing.
Sandy glanced to her right and found herself smiling back at the girl. "How could you tell?" she asked, intrigued by the stranger who seemed to have so much perception.
The blonde's smile was confident, sure. "It was written all over your face," she said. "I spotted it from all the way over there." She pointed to a cluster of girls standing about fifty feet away.
Sandy felt suddenly self-conscious and she didn't quite know why. There was something about the girl that made her feel strange, uneasy as though she were on display.
"My name is Katie Winters." The girl pulled a bare hand out of the pocket of her suede jacket and thrust it at Sandy.
"Sandy Johnson." She shook the girl's hand, thinking to herself that the action seemed slightly weird between two women.
"My friends and I were just going to drive into town and hunt up some liquid refreshment," Katie smiled devilishly. "Care to join us?"
"Love to," Sandy answered immediately, feeling somehow that she was on the brink of a great adventure.
She'd never been much of a drinker and the two old-fashioned were making her head spin. Sandy sat in the corner of the booth smiling stupidly, listening to the sounds of conversation around her merging into a dull drone. She liked this bar that Katie and her friends had chosen. Liked the relaxed atmosphere. Liked the glaring absence of aggressive college boys on the make.
"You still with us?" Katie smiled across the table in Sandy's direction.
"Oh-I'm sorry." Sandy avoided Katie's glance, embarrassed that she'd been caught day-dreaming. "I was just letting everything settle."
"Go right ahead." Katie reached across the table and squeezed Sandy's fingers briefly. "I'm glad to see that you're having a good time."
Sandy didn't understand it for the life of her. What was it with this girl, she asked herself. Why should Katie care to entertain her? Why should she hover about like a mother hen watching over her? Why should she pick up the tab for their drinks?
And then, slowly, surprisingly, the truth began to dawn on Sandy. Doing her best not to make the act seem obvious she glanced around the room to confirm her suspicions.
It was true. There wasn't a man in the place and that was no accident.
Sandy reached for her drink and managed to get one more sip out of the near empty glass. She felt nervous yet curious at the same time.
Katie seemed to have read her thoughts. "I see you just clued yourself into our scene," she said with a half smile. "Would you like another drink or do you want to panic and run?"
Sandy forced her best imitation of a relaxed smile. "I'm not the panicky type," she said with a lot more confidence than she actually felt. "But I will have another drink."
"I thought so." Katie winked and called for the waitress.
By the time she'd finished her third old-fashioned, Sandy was too high to be frightened or appalled or anything for that matter but giddy. She listened to the sound of her own voice in amusement, hardly able to believe that it was herself telling those jokes-herself laughing uproariously-herself joining in on the fun.
It wasn't until Katie asked her to dance that Sandy started to feel queasy. "Dance? Where?"
Katie chuckled. "In the back room," she said. "The inner-sanctum."
"You've got to be kidding," Sandy blurted. "There isn't really any back room-is there?"
"Only one way to find out for sure." Katie got to her feet and grinned down at Sandy. "Got the guts to join me?"
Sandy knew that she had just enough liquor inside her to try anything once. "Sure," she answered confidently. "I don't scare that easy."
"We'll see about that," Katie said-and all the others laughed at the obvious implication.
The moment she set foot into that dimly lit back room, Sandy felt as though she'd just entered another world. The front of the bar hadn't been crowded but in here, where the atmosphere was obviously freer, there wasn't an inch of room to spare.
The music seemed to be blasting out at her from all directions. Sandy felt the beat of the drums reverberating through her body compelling her to sway in time.
"Still don't believe me?" Katie said, almost yelling to make herself heard above the blasting from the jukebox.
Sandy didn't answer. She was still too awe-struck for conversation.
As her eyes accustomed themselves to the semi-darkness, she was able to make out the figures that were dancing on the floor-girls, women, all shapes and sizes locked in each other's arms, grinding their bodies intently-eyes closed, lips half parted as though entranced.
The aura of sexual tension was everywhere.
"Well are you going to just stand here gaping or shall we join the crowd?" Katie reached for Sandy's hand and started toward the dance floor.
Sandy stumbled along numbly after her. Things were happening too fast all of a sudden. She couldn't think. Couldn't organize her brain.
And yet there was no denying a certain happy, giddy sensation-an excitement, an anticipation which she'd never experienced before. This was what she'd needed to lift her out of her doldrums, she knew, something off-beat and whacky, something that would preclude boredom, something finally, that would hold her interest.
She had expected to be slightly put-off by the sensation of another girl's arms around her, another girl's body pressed up tight against her own but as Katie drew her into the embrace, Sandy found to her surprise and delight that she seemed to fit there well.
Katie was a strong leader and Sandy had no trouble picking up the slow, undulating motions of their dance. She'd done this with Tony many times - late at night at fraternity parties when the atmosphere turned thick with aroused desires.
But here, wrapped in Katie's arms, it was different, Sandy realized, very different. For some reason that she couldn't fathom she felt no fear, no apprehension. It wasn't like dancing with Tony-with whom each moment brought her closer to that inevitable self-defense.
"How are you doing, baby?" Katie's voice was warm, melodious, rippling with pleasure.
"Fine," Sandy answered without hesitation.
"You haven't turned to stone yet, you'll notice."
"I didn't expect to." Sandy felt more confident now. Sure of herself. Nothing was going to happen to her she knew. Nothing bad. Nothing frightening. Nothing regrettable.
Katie pulled her in a little closer and began to rub her thighs and hips against Sandy's. "This is the kind of Christmas spirit I dig most," she said, chuckling at her own humor.
Sandy didn't know why she did it but suddenly she began to rotate her hips-working her body right up against Katie's-provoking the other girl as she might provoke a man.
Katie coaxed Sandy's head down onto her shoulder and held her very tightly. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd played this game before," she said, brushing her mouth over the softness of Sandy's hair.
"Never," Sandy answered vehemently. "This is all new to me."
"In that case, I guess I'll just have to teach you everything," Katie answered with an impulsive hug. "Starting at the very beginning."
Somehow afternoon had slipped into evening, and evening into night. Sandy had no idea where the time had flown or how much she'd had to drink. All she knew was that when Katie led her out into the dark, chilly street, the clock on the corner said it was after nine-and she was very, very drunk.
She sat up front beside Katie, eyes closed, smiling stupidly, enjoying the soothing sensation of the car's motion. Around her, the voices of the other girls seemed to blend into one happy bubble of laughter. Everyone was having a good time, Sandy knew, miraculously enough, herself included.
"Here we are, home away from home," Katie announced pulling the car over to the curb suddenly and turning off the motor.
"Hey-this isn't school," Sandy said, blinking her eyes open and trying to recognize her surroundings. "Where are we?"
"This is our hideout," Katie answered, setting the rest of the girls into uproarious giggling. "The dean says we have to live on campus-but there's no rule against keeping a little apartment that no one knows about."
"You mean you've got a place here?" Sandy's eyes widened with surprise.
"We all chipped in," Katie told her nodding toward the others. "You're our first house-guest."
The apartment was shabby, nondescript, but Sandy couldn't have cared less. All she knew is that she was doing something forbidden-something wildly exciting-something she'd never dreamed of doing before. "How many bedrooms?" she asked peering down a dingy hallway.
"Three," Katie answered. "Isn't that convenient?"
Sandy didn't fully understand until she looked around and realized that the other four girls had disappeared. "I see what you mean," she said, blushing profusely.
"I think there's some beer in the refrigerator," Katie announced overlooking Sandy's momentary discomfort. "You want some?"
Sandy knew she shouldn't-that beer was a very wrong move-but she said yes nevertheless, eager for fortification. She needed to be very drunk she knew. Needed to be high enough so her courage wouldn't fail her-so that she'd be brave enough to satisfy her curiosity about Katie's cunt-sucking sort of sex.
To Sandy's delight the beer was almost tasteless going down. Effortlessly, she emptied the entire can-aware of the fact that she was getting drunker with each passing moment.
When Sandy had placed the empty beer-can on the coffee table, Katie looked across at her with a knowing smile. "Think you're ready for it now or would you rather be unconscious first?"
Sandy knew that she'd been seen through and she lowered her gaze to the floor. "I can't help it," she murmured, the words slurred by alcohol. "I'm not-very experienced."
Katie stood up and extended her hands in Sandy's direction. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart-I have enough experience for both of us. Just follow the leader."
The bedroom was dark, dank, cave-like. The light from the street lamp outside filtered through the dirty window-pane casting an eerie glow over the furniture.
"Lights on or out?" Katie asked matter-of-factly.
"Out-please," Sandy answered aware of a slight trembling starting up inside her cunt.
Katie nodded and walked to the door, closing it softly behind them. Then she turned and pulled Sandy into her arms.
Sandy shuddered as Katie's lips covered hers, pressing down insistently. She felt the girl's breasts crushing flat against her own, felt Katie's hips and thighs rubbing in tight.
And despite the circumstances, despite the fact that this was another woman, Sandy felt her body beginning to respond.
She offered no protest as Katie guided her across the darkened room and onto the lumpy mattress. Closing her eyes, Sandy allowed herself to be lowered onto the bed.
"Now just relax," Katie murmured, brushing aside a lock of hair that had fallen over Sandy's forehead. "Just take it easy and I'll do all the work."
Sandy nodded, eyes closed, unable to look at Katie. Unable to face her. She couldn't explain the uproar going on at that moment inside her soppy cunt-the unexpected coils of arousal twisting through her pussy.
But then, Katie was kissing her again-sliding her tongue deep into Sandy's mouth-and Sandy had no need to explain anything. The only need she had was the need to enjoy this.
Katie's fingers moved slowly, languidly as they explored Sandy's body-her tits, her belly, her thighs. Sandy heard Katie sighing with delight-felt the other girl's pulse-beat quickening in time with her own as the touch grew more intimate, more demanding.
Sandy, didn't know what to do and felt glad that, apparently, nothing was expected of her. For now she was content to lie back and let Katie lead the way-let Katie work lovingly over her cunt-let Katie increase the pleasure that was rippling through her.
"Let's get rid of these clothes." Katie's voice was sharp, authoritative, as she reached for the top button of Sandy's blouse. "Can't do much with all these obstacles in the way."
Sandy smiled as the clothing seemed to float away from her body. Willingly she lifted herself, turned herself, did whatever was necessary to help Katie strip her. And then, finally, she lay on the bed clad only in thin panties trembling in anticipation of what was going to happen next.
Katie crawled up over Sandy and began to cover the girl's body with light feathery kisses. Sandy shivered as Katie's tongue swirled around the tip of her breast goading the sensitive nipple to life-making it stiffen and pulsate with heated desire.
She'd never gone this far before-never even willingly let a boy undress her to the skin. But now, somehow, with Katie, there was no hesitancy, no reluctance. All Sandy knew was that she was having the best time of her life-all of a sudden she seemed to be blossoming, to be expressing herself freely, to be experiencing the thrills that she'd only heard about in the past.
Katie's graceful fingers circled Sandy's breasts gently squeezing the soft mounds of pale flesh, massaging them rhythmically.
Sandy rocked her hips as the beginnings of a sweet agony made itself felt low across her belly.
"Please," she moaned hoarsely, "do something. Help me."
"You bet I will, doll," was Katie's husky reply as she lowered her mouth to the soft satin curve of Sandy's belly and began to slide her lips over the quivering flesh.
Sandy gasped with delight as her legs were doubled up over her body and Katie's tongue slid down the length of her naked thigh. She felt the girl's mouth, strong, demanding, nipping its way over her sensitive wet pussy-provoking, teasing-making juices flow that Sandy had never even dreamed about.
And then, suddenly, she could see only the top of Katie's head-the curly blonde hair shining in the dim rays of light as Katie buried her face between Sandy's warm thighs and licked deeply at her pussy.
It was wanton, brazen she knew, but Sandy couldn't stop herself. Reaching down she grabbed hold of the waistband of her panties and pushed them downward over her hips-signaling to Katie that she needed direct cunt to cunt contact. She needed to feel the other woman's clit pressed tightly against her own.
Katie got the message and lost no time in complying with Sandy's wishes. Quickly, she tugged the fragile garment down past Sandy's ankles and threw it into the darkness.
Sandy groaned with need and pushed her hips up toward Katie-offering her cunt completely-positioning herself naked and vulnerable. Her cunt dripped with lust.
Katie knelt over Sandy, eyes wide with delight at the sight before her. Breathing heavily, she slid the heel of her hands up the insides of Sandy's thighs.
When Katie's fingers met, Sandy cried out with delight. She felt her flesh throbbing, aching, straining it seemed to draw Katie closer to her.
Katie began to stroke Sandy's cunt, rubbing softly, rhythmically, heightening the girl's arousal.
Sandy thrashed back and forth on the mattress. Little beads of perspiration popped out along her forehead. Her body glistened, muscles taut, cunt quivering in anticipation.
Katie dug her fingers in behind Sandy's knees and forced the girl's legs up and wide apart. Grunting, she lowered her mouth to Sandy's willing cunt.
Sandy felt the little sounds of lust gurgle up from her throat as she zoomed off into space propelled by the force of her growing excitement. She felt her hips arching upward-straining-pistoning rapidly as the tension increased and the promise of fulfillment drew nearer.
Her clit was hard and erect as Katie raked her teeth and lips across the nubbin of delight.
Katie was expert and knowing. Quickly she slid her hands up until they covered Sandy's tits. Then, capturing the swollen nipples between her fingers, she stroked them in time with the rhythmic workings of her knowing mouth.
Sandy rocketed over the top-groaning, shaking, exploding it seemed into a million tiny pinpoints of electric sensation. The world was a million miles away now-vague, remote-and all that remained was the violence of completion-the undeniable pleasure that was twisting itself through her cunt, lifting her higher and higher-freeing her so that she could be sane again. Her cunt flowed with the thick sauce of her come.
She lay curled in Katie's arms smiling drunkenly, fighting to catch her breath.
"How are you doing?" Katie murmured, reaching out to fondle the tip of Sandy's breast.
"I'm fine-just fine," Sandy answered hardly able to talk. "But what about-you?"
Katie grinned impishly. "My turn will come later," she announced. "After all, you're the pupil, remember."
"You mean I was the pupil," Sandy corrected. "I guess I know everything now."
Katie laughed aloud. "We haven't even scratched the surface honey," she said. "But never you fear-you're going to know everything there is to know before I'm finished with you. You're going to be my girl."
"You mean you really want me-permanently?" Sandy could hardly believe her ears. It was too good to be true.
Katie slid her hand down to the inside of Sandy's thigh to her cunt. "Did you ever have any doubt about that? From the first minute I laid eyes on you in the quad I knew I was going to have you."
"Do you always get everything you want?" Sandy teased.
"Always," Katie answered with conviction.
Sandy smiled, too embarrassed to answer. After all, Katie was right. She did get everything she wanted.
And as she slipped off into a deep dreamless sleep Sandy knew that she'd be content to remain with Katie for the rest of her life.
The insistent shrieking of a flock of gulls snapped her back to the present with unwelcome speed.
Sandy pulled herself up to a sitting position and squinted against the sunlight bouncing along over the waves. An unpleasant warmth told her that she'd been daydreaming in the sun longer than she'd realized and Katie was probably wondering where she'd gone to by now.
Sandy pulled herself onto her feet and dove off the rocky breakwater into the cold, surging water. Swimming along beneath the surface she allowed the current to carry her in toward shore, enjoying the sensation of freedom, of weightlessness.
When the ocean floor rubbed against her belly and thighs she stood up, pushed the wet hair back from her forehead and hurried back along the beach in the direction from which she'd come.
Sandy looked twice to make sure she hadn't seen wrong, hoping that she'd been mistaken.
She felt her heart sinking, her hands beginning to tremble, her knees wobbling. There was no doubt about it. That was Katie on their blanket and she wasn't alone.
"Hi baby-I was beginning to think I'd have to send the lifeguard out after you," Katie said merrily as Sandy approached.
The redhead smiled self-consciously, running a quick, glistening tongue along scarlet lips.
"Janie, I want you to meet my friend Sandy," Katie said, introducing them.
Sandy forced a hello and a half a smile, knowing full well what must have been going on in her absence. Katie had no friend by the name of Janie-at least not until the last hour. The redhead was a pickup, the latest addition to Katie's collection of toys.
"I invited Janie to come home to dinner with us," Katie announced smiling happily. "You don't mind do you Sandy?"
"You mean back to the apartment?" Sandy blurted.
"Sure," Katie said, nodding. "Why not? We've got three chairs don't we?"
Janie laughed, gazing adoringly in Katie's direction.
Sandy reached for her cigarettes with shaking hands, unable to answer, unable to even pretend not to understand.
Katie had betrayed her before-many times-but never to her face. Never in their own apartment.
Sandy felt a knot growing in her stomach-felt her brain whirling with panic, with fear as something told her she was on her way out of Katie's life.
She wondered if she would be able to take that. Life with Katie was second nature to her now.
Life without her would be sheer hell.
The knot in her stomach tightened more as she imagined Katie sucking on this new girl's cunt, how she would swallow all her cunt juices.
The thought almost made her sick with jealousy.
Sandy felt herself turn to stone.