"Why Are We Enemies?"
by GrandMoff
This is a fictional story--part of the series that began with "Enemy or Not?"--intended purely for the entertainment of readers. It involves sexual situations between two young women, i.e. (f/f) There's also a bit of violence in this story. If this offends you, or you can't legally view this, please don't read the story. Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.
Athena wanted to give Theresa more time to forgive her mother, but she couldn't make the call to Tammy without advice. Support would be nice, because Athena figured she knew why Tammy had called.
In a perfect world, I could let Theresa and Mom get acquainted...but this is my fault, Athena thought. I'm the one who got jealous and did something stupid. I don't have the right to ask Theresa for help--but I can't deal with this by myself.
Athena hurried to the billiard room. For an instant, she observed the two. They seemed to be getting along fairly well. When Athena remembered how furious Theresa had been earlier, this was practically a miracle. "Mom, I hate to do this to you, but I have to borrow Theresa for a bit," the short girl said.
"Okay, dear," Nancy said. There was a hitch in her voice, and it would be there for weeks or months, depending on how long it took her to accept the idea of Athena with a girl.
Athena briefly considered telling her mother that she was going to talk with Theresa, not make love--but she decided against it. It would be a useless thing to say because eventually she would have to stop saying it; and Nancy's fears would be that much worse when it happened. No, better to let her get used to her daughter's sexuality as soon as she could.
"What's up?" Theresa asked as the pair proceeded to one of Athena's bedrooms.
"I've got a problem."
"No, we have a problem."
"I hope you still feel that way when I tell you what it is," Athena said. "The person who called while we were gone? She was Tammy."
"Oof. She called, huh?" Theresa sat next to Athena on the huge daybed. "What did she say?"
"Actually, I haven't returned her call yet."
"What?"
"'Resa, tell me what to say to her; I know I was wrong to do--"
"--Hey, calm down, all right? I can't tell you what to say if you don't know what she's said."
"Come on. You know what she'll say."
"No, I don't." Theresa gave Athena's shoulders a comforting squeeze. "You don't either. But I'll bet I can guess. You probably think she's going to ask you why you did what you did with her, don't you?"
The shorter girl nodded.
"I'll tell you what's a lot more likely: she's planning to apologize to you. She's going to say that what happened was an accident; and that she's not really like that; and that she hopes you two can be friends."
"You think that's all it is?"
"Yeah. Believe me, a lot of straight girls have one or two lesbian encounters and feel guilty afterward. It's very common," the tall, green-eyed girl explained.
"Wow, that's a relief," Athena said.
Theresa gazed at her kindly. "No sense waiting, sweetie. Call her now; get it over with. Then we can adjourn to the hot tub."
"All right. Thanks for telling me that. I was pretty worried."
"No problem."
Athena was smiling faintly as she checked the number and dialed. Theresa smiled back at her.
"Hello, is Tammy there?
"Oh, hi! I got a message that you called me.
"Well...what about? The--
"No, I guess I don't. It's about the...things we did at the victory party.
"I--I...
"Of course I do.
"I--you--did you want me to? I wasn't sure you'd ever want to see me or speak to me again.
"But--
"I'm sorry, Tammy, but I do regret it.
"It's not that; it really isn't!
"It was--I was a bitch that night. I...I wanted to make someone else jealous.
"I'm sorry. You have to believe me, I'm sorry!
"Please--
"Yes.
"--No. She always loved me. I'm sorry...hello? Tammy?"
Athena's hand was shaking as she lowered the phone. In a flash, Theresa hugged her and kissed her forehead. "I think I know what was said," the tall girl whispered. "I'm sorry. I had no idea she felt that way."
"What have I done? Why couldn't I--" The black-haired girl was crying before she finished her question.
"Sh. Don't blame yourself; it's my fault."
"It was not. I--I was the one who--'Resa! She sounded so hurt! I didn't want to hurt her!"
Theresa stroked Athena's back, helplessly wishing there was something she could say. All she could do was wait for her girlfriend to cry herself out.
It took a few minutes, but Athena quieted and clung to Theresa. "Are you mad at me?" Athena asked timidly.
"No, Love, of course not. But what are you planning to do about Tammy?" The tall girl asked the question very gently: she knew that Athena was emotionally vulnerable because of the disastrous phone conversation.
"I don't have a clue."
There was a long silence. Theresa knew that Athena wanted to drop the subject, but then she'd keep thinking about it and let the guilt tear up her heart. A little more pain now would surely be better than that. Swallowing, Theresa spoke. "She's going to be angry, so you can't call her tonight or tomorrow; she'll hang up on you. A note is out too; if she thought it was from you, she'd throw it away without reading it. I'm sorry, but you'll have to talk to her face-to-face."
"What can I say, though? Maybe I should just forget it."
"Only if you could do that with a clear conscience. Could you, without trying one more time?"
"No."
"If she doesn't listen, she doesn't listen; but it'll be over, one way or another. And for what it's worth, I know how you are now and I didn't then. Believe me, I won't make you jealous anymore."
"It's the circumstance, then," Athena said with a long sigh. "I'll have to find some way to talk to her alone. I doubt it will be easy."
"No, kidding. But if there's a way, you'll find it."
Theresa thanked heaven that the next two days were busy. She and Athena had long basketball practices, since the playoffs for the state championship would be starting soon. Coach Mason pushed the team hard and kept them serious and focused. In private, however, she was ecstatic that Athena and Theresa were getting along. The Lady Knights had been great during the season, but now they were so good it was amazing. Theresa's three-point shooting was practically perfect, and Athena was nearly flawless with her inside passing, which had been the weakest part of her game before.
The coach sat at her desk watching a practice tape with her assistant, Coach Jackson. "You haven't told them how great they are, have you?" she asked.
"It's been really hard not to," the energetic Coach Jackson answered. "I just can't believe how much they've improved! I don't think we have to tell them; I think they know they're awesome. They were good before, but since that Columbia game? Wow!"
"Yes, 'wow.' You see why we can't tell them, right? We don't want to say or do anything that could disrupt them. If they keep playing the way they are, they'll win the first state title this school's had since 1965."
"Yeah. I want to know what caused the change, though. Something happened to this team! And look at Theresa! She can't miss from outside. And look at Athena! She's scoring as much as before, but her assists are way up! The way those two work together is beautiful!"
Coach Mason knew what had happened, of course, and it was strange that her assistant hadn't heard about it yet. Or maybe it wasn't strange: Coach Jackson was usually too busy talking--or yelling--to listen.
"Whatever it was," Coach Jackson rattled on, "it's the best thing that's ever happened to this team!"
Coach Mason blushed and tried to concentrate on the tape she was watching. She wished that Coach Jackson would shut up, because she was inadvertently making her think about Theresa and Athena in...odd ways. Coach Mason was 31 years old and single, but she knew she shouldn't think about her players sexually. The night of their last victory, when a breathless, red-faced Kerry Shoep had told her about Theresa and Athena in the lockerroom, Coach Mason hadn't been able to think about anything else. She'd cancelled her date with the guy she'd been seeing, stayed home, and masturbated, thinking of those two beautiful girls. Afterward, she'd been very angry at herself and swore not to do it again. But those thoughts were returning...
"...really well. Now that's teamwork!" Coach Jackson was saying. "Don't you think so?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Coach Mason answered.
"And look how strong she is! She may be small, but Athena's got two of the most powerful legs I've--"
"--Quiet!" Coach Mason barked. She cringed at the sound of her own voice and hastened to continue, in a lower voice. "Sorry, Tameisha. I just need to concentrate, okay?"
"You bet. Sorry, Coach!"
Meanwhile, Athena and Theresa were drying themselves in the lockerroom, talking to May and Dana, who were getting dressed.
"The first play-off game is tomorrow," May said.
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't confident," Athena remarked. "We've beaten Lebanon once already this year."
"And we're playing better now than we were then," Dana said. "If we win, the after-party's at my house this time."
Soon the girls left the lockerroom and parted ways. Theresa and Athena hopped into Theresa's Impala and drove toward Athena's house.
"I'll be able to talk to Tammy before the game," Athena said.
"Are you sure you want to do it then?"
"Why?"
"Well," Theresa stalled, looking for gentle words, "there's a chance she won't...react well to what you say. Are you sure that you don't want to wait until after we play?"
"It'll hang over my head if I do that. Besides, who says she won't leave right after the game?"
"She always goes to the parties."
"Will she this time?"
Theresa couldn't answer that. She hadn't seen the cheerleading waif since the last party.
"See, we don't know," Athena said. "Before the game, 'Resa. I shouldn't put it off any longer."
Athena didn't know much about Tammy Shelton, or about how the redhead had spent her time in this last week.
Tammy was not a stereotypical cheerleader. She was pretty and she was acrobatic, but she was no airhead. Just the opposite: Tammy was in the top 5% of her class. She was fairly popular, but not overly so, because she was kind of a loner and she had never cared what strangers thought of her.
Tammy hadn't been able to explain what had happened to her at the after-victory party. The usual gang had been there--but then Theresa had shown up late with a gorgeous little lady who was wearing a cute zebra-striped blouse and a flashy scarlet skirt. After nearly 20 minutes of nervous, careful glances, Tammy realized with amazement that this girl was the sophomore phenom, Athena Carson! She looked adorable with those pigtails. But when her smooth, sexy legs showed through the long slit in her skirt, she just looked...mouth-watering! Tammy stared at her. She couldn't help it.
And the next thing she knew, Athena simply appeared in front of her and kissed her in a way that made her whole body weak. How could she have gotten so lucky? Before she knew what was happening, Athena was half-pulling, half-carrying her up the stairs. She'd led her straight to a bedroom, tossed her onto the bed, and had her way with her. Athena's fingers, her tongue--they'd been everywhere. Athena had rocked Tammy with a chain of orgasms in what had to be a world-record time.
But as soon as Tammy had touched her in return--touched that perfect little ass--it was over. Athena had batted her eager, trembling hands away and had rushed out of the room, leaving Tammy to recover from her climaxes and put on her clothes.
Leaving her alone.
And intelligent though she was, Tammy was completely lost.
Unable to think or feel, she had somehow goten home and had promptly fallen asleep, still dressed in her party clothes.
Early in the afternoon, she'd awakened. She thought about what had happened with Athena. She cried, she smiled, she talked to herself, she nearly called Kerry Shoep to ask for Athena's phone number. She cried more.
After several hours, she regained control of herself. She would find out exactly what the hell had happened.
In three days, she learned a great deal about Miss Athena Carson. Some of it made her sad, some of it made her furious. A little made her question her own sanity.
According to what she'd been told, Theresa and Athena had hated each other until that game. Theresa had decided to teach Athena a lesson; she'd dressed Athena like a slut and told her to act like one. By all accounts, Athena had definitely enjoyed the role of wanton lesbian. She'd teased LaDawn Parker and several other girls and capped it by having sex with Theresa in front of half the team! Since then, the two had been inseparable.
Except for when Athena had fucked Tammy, of course.
Tammy burned with rage and shame. At best, she'd been a convenient lay, a toy for the rich young girl. At worst, she'd been used as a pawn to ignite Theresa's jealousy.
Tammy made up her mind to forget all about Athena. The little star athlete was just no good. Besides, Tammy wasn't a lesbian. She'd never even kissed a girl before that night.
But each time she went to bed and waited to fall asleep, she remembered the passion. Sex had never been that good for her. That encounter had blown all her previous experiences away. Hating herself, she masturbated again and again to the white-hot images of Athena at her breasts, Athena's face between her legs, Athena's long fingers in both her holes at once.
In the midst of her fury, the tiny seed of hope sprouted. It was ridiculous, of course, but maybe, just maybe, it was all an awful mistake. Maybe she really had a chance with Athena.
Tammy had had sex with her boyfriend once more. It was a pale silhouette of the blissful liaison with Athena. Tammy closed her eyes and fantasized about the young black-haired vixen. She dumped her boyfriend the following day.
It took another day for Tammy to muster the courage to call Athena. She was out with Theresa, so Tammy had left a message with the maid. When Athena had called her back, Tammy had been devastated; her worst fears had been confirmed.
But when she stopped crying, she found new resolve. If that was how it was, she'd simply have to steal Athena from Theresa. And she had plenty of time to figure out how to do it.
Athena dressed in her uniform earlier than her teammates on the day of the game against the Lebanon Falcons. Theresa gave her a quick kiss of encouragement and she left to look for Tammy. The red-haired girl was in a corridor near the gym, talking to three other cheerleaders.
How can I get her alone, Athena wondered. She cleared her throat, hoping to get their attention. And it worked. What was incredible was that Tammy smiled at her!
"Excuse me, I have to talk to Athena for a minute," Tammy told her friends.
Everything was going smoothly, Athena realized with relief. She and the cheerleader went to the huge room that housed the school's indoor pool. The room was empty; they could talk there.
Athena was truly shocked when Tammy immediately began speaking. "I shouldn't have hung up on you," the thin girl said. "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."
What was going on here? Athena gaped before finding her voice. "Not at all! I'm the one who should be apologizing! I didn't want--"
"--Calm down, Athena. I'm not mad at you, okay? But we do need to talk this out and this isn't the place for that. I want you to go out there with a clear conscience and kick some Falcon tailfeathers, and I'll be cheering for you. Then we can talk at the party."
"Are you sure, Tammy?"
"Yes. Do your best. I promise we'll talk tonight."
"Thank you!" Athena cried. She rushed and hugged Tammy impulsively. Then she stepped back awkwardly. "I'd better get back to the team now."
"Go on," Tammy said lightly. As soon as Athena left the poolside, she exhaled loudly. Even that quick hug had felt great. The short girl was bad news, but...she had seemed sincere. She really was sorry.
Tammy shook her head. She'd set the meeting up perfectly. At the party, she'd have her chance.
The Lady Knights pounded the Falcons. Theresa set a school record, making 11 3-pointers. It was the first time since Athena had joined the team that Theresa had been the leading scorer. Athena set a record of her own, though: 14 steals! She also tied the assists record with 16.
The team hit the showers in very high spirits. "Hope you're ready to party, girls!" Dana yelled. "We were awesome tonight!"
"Coach Mason was impressed," May's younger sister Lorelei said. She was a sophomore like Athena, but she was eight cm taller and played as the substitute two-guard.
"Coach Mason? You should've heard Coach Jackson!" Kerry said. "'Too bad for them, there's no mercy rule in basketball,' she said. Coach Mason nearly went ballistic! I'll bet she's yelling at Jackson right now!"
"It's no secret, we are good," Theresa said. "I can see where Coach Mason's coming from, though; we shouldn't get cocky."
"Let's just keep doing what we're doing and we'll be all right," May added.
Just before everyone left, Kerry pulled Athena aside. "Hey, I'm sorry," she said quietly. "You probably know that I was the one who ratted on you and Theresa to Coach Mason. I don't even get why I did...I was kind of shocked, I guess. I mean, whe all knew Theresa's gay, but--"
"--Don't worry about it," Athena said, stopping Kerry's rambling. She held out her hand. "Friends?"
"Friends!"
In a few minutes, Theresa and Athena met in the parking lot and hopped into Theresa's blue Impala.
"We didn't get a chance to talk before the game, but I'm guessing things went well?" Theresa asked as she drove.
"Yeah. It was so weird, 'Resa; she apologized to me! She said she just overreacted and she wasn't mad at me."
"That's really good. But be careful around her for a while anyway, okay? She's probably more fragile than she'll admit."
"Kerry told me she was sorry too."
"She said the same thing to me. Things are going to be all right, cutie. I'll bet Laurie misses you too. She'll probably tell her dad to let you come to her house again."
"I don't know, her dad's really stubborn."
The girls reached Athena's manor. "I'll be here to pick you up at 2300, then."
"All right. See you soon."
Athena wouldn't have to hurry, so she filled her enormous step-down bathtub and cleansed herself thoroughly. She carefully shaved her legs and armpits, then started trimming her pubic mound. She moved the razor a little too low to keep her hairline completely straight. "Oops," she murmured, getting ready to even it up. But suddenly her thoughts strayed. What reaction would she get if she shaved it bare for Theresa? Heck, if her tall green-eyed lover didn't like it, she could always grow the hair back.
"I'm sure she'll like it," Athena said to herself. "She'll love it." The short girl took great care and removed all the hair from around her pussy.
Once she finished her bath, dried herself, and laid out her party clothes, she stood naked in front of her floor-to-ceiling mirror. She could hardly believe her eyes! She ran her hand lightly over her smooth delta. Ooh, that felt good!
I'm turning myself on, she realized. She'd always thought of herself as beautiful, but this was unprecedented. She wanted to fuck that hot girl in the mirror! Oh yeah, Theresa would love this!
She felt very sexy, but resisted the urge to dress in one of her slutty outfits. (She'd know when it was time to dress like a slut.) Instead, she put on waist-high lavender pantyhose, a neon yellow latex miniskirt, and a short-sleeved black silk blouse with embroidered white lilies. She tied her long black hair in a topknot, securing it with a white ribbon. Shiny black sandals with two cm heels completed her outfit. She also wore four gold hoops, two in each ear. She untucked her blouse and clasped a thin silver chain with a silver and pearl butterfly charm around her waist. She tucked the blouse back into her skirt. She applied very light makeup to her eyelids, lips, and cheeks. She put on a hint of Happy! and she was ready to go.
She met Theresa at her door and felt instant desire. The tall brunette wore a ridiculously tight pair of white jeans that made Athena wonder if she was wearing a thong or no underwear at all. Her shirt was loose by contrast, a simple violet sleeveless pullover with a V-neck that had three buttons--none of which were buttoned. Her beautiful chestnut hair was worn as a single thick braid, fixed near the end with a light blue hair band. Her makeup was minimal. Her earrings had been a gift from Athena: two elegant golden dolphins.
"Wow, you look hot!" Athena said.
"Not as hot as you do, lover," Theresa said. She gazed at Athena with her deep green eyes, immobilizing the younger girl. She bent and the two shared a pure, loving kiss.
"Maybe we should blow off this party," Theresa suggested.
"Mm...I'm really tempted. But we have to go. I promised Tammy I'd be there."
Theresa's eyes widened for an instant, but she hid her concern promptly.
But not promptly enough. "What is it?" Athena asked.
"I just--you said she was cool now, right?"
"Yes."
"Then...I'm not sure I like it."
"You're jealous! Thank you! I love you so much!" Athena drew Theresa into another sensuous kiss. "Don't worry. I'm yours and yours alone, 'Resa baby."
Theresa sighed in relief. "I love you too. And I trust you."
Dana, May, and Lorelei greeted Theresa and Athena. Because Dana lived just outside the city limits, the music could be loud, and it was. After a bit of talking and dancing and drinking, Athena noticed Tammy watching her. The redhead pointed toward the staircase.
"I'm going to talk to Tammy," Athena shouted to Theresa. "I'll be back in a minute."
"Don't take too long, sexy!" Theresa yelled back.
Tammy climbed the stairs just a step ahead of Athena. "Good, it's quieter up here," she said with a smile.
"A chance to talk and not scream at a party--pretty rare," Athena agreed.
"So," Tammy said, after she and Athena had entered a bedroom and closed the door, "I'll bet you've been wondering what I want to talk to you about, huh?"
"Um--I guess. I thought we were good."
"We are. But...do you remember that night?"
"You asked me that on the phone."
"Yes, but I want to see you answer." Very subtly, Tammy was moving closer to Athena. Athena noticed, but didn't understand why Tammy was doing it. She also didn't know if she should stop Tammy.
"I remember. Very clearly," Athena said, her words hushed.
"I know why you did it. You wanted to make Theresa jealous. I'm asking you now: was that the only reason?"
"I'm sorry, but it was."
"I looked at you, you looked at me...didn't you feel anything?"
"I just--"
"--Athena." Tammy stood, holding Athena in her potent gaze. "It could have been anyone, but you chose me. Look at me. Don't you find me beautiful?"
Athena couldn't help but look at Tammy. The redhead had certainly dressed for effect. Her 160 cm, (5'4") 46.1 kg (101 lbs) body was barely contained in a tight magenta lycra minidress with a halter-style neck. The backless dress highlighted the salubrious curves of her small, well-shaped breasts. Her legs looked fantastically long, thanks to a pair of ruby pumps with 9 cm spike heels. her blazing red-orange hair fell past her alabaster shoulders in delicate waves. Her full crimson lips were the perfect illustration of lust.
Athena squeaked out her reply. "Yes. Anyone would find you beautiful."
Tammy approached the short brunette. Her face only mm from Athena's, she spoke again. "You gave me ecstasy, little girl. At least let me thank you for that."
"That's not a good idea," Athena whispered. She sat transfixed. She watched helplessly as those soft, inviting lips approached hers. Tammy's beauty and her own guilty conscience stole her ability to move away.
Athena's eyes closed involuntarily when their mouths met. She hated herself for parting her lips and letting Tammy's tongue stroke her own. The slight cheerleader knew how to kiss--really knew! Tammy's hands glided over the skin of Athena's upper arms, raising goosebumps. Tammy shifted, kissing Athena's neck and rubbing her back through the silk blouse. Athena felt her body betraying her. Tammy's lips felt divine against her collarbone. Her fingers on Ahtena's thighs and abdomen produced exquisite waves of bliss. Time and reality lost relevance. As minutes of pleasure flew past her, she became vaguely aware that she was steadily losing clothing.
The shock of Tammy's we tongue on her puffy right nipple freed her from her stupor. "No," she said, her voice gaining strength. "Stop it. Stop. Stop!"
Athena firmly grasped Tammy's shoulders and pushed her away from her eager, ready body.
Tears sprang to Tammy's eyes and she held them back. "You won't give me a chance? I mean nothing to you at all?"
"I'm sorry, and it's not your fault, but we can't--"
Smack! Sobbing, Tammy slapped Athena's cheek hard. "--You bitch! I love you; I broke up with my boyfriend for you; I'd do anything for you--"
Athena was only 5 or 6 cm shorter than Tammy and actually outweighed her by at least a kg. But her guilt--her feeling that she deserved to be hit--kept her still and forced her to absorb the beating.
The door burst open and Tammy abruptly stopped slapping her. Athena looked up and was amazed to see Dana and Laurie, each holding one of Tammy's wrists.
"You better calm the fuck down and quit hitting my best friend!" Laurie yelled at the much-shorter Tammy.
"Are you okay, Athena?" May asked. "It was lucky that I walked past and heard this; sorry I didn't get here sooner."
"I'm fine," Athena replied, her voice sounding dull. "Thanks for saving me."
"You sound weird. Are you sure you're--"
"--I'll kill her!"
The shout from the first floor was so loud it cut right through the party's music. Everyone in the room heard the clamor of several pairs of feet racing up the stairs. All the girls watched the door, so no one saw the look of true fear on Tammy's face. Then the door swung open.
Theresa was there and she wasn't alone. Tracy Krushwicz and May and Lorelei Sorenson were trying to hold her back. Tracy was the tallest girl in the school, but she, May, and Lorelei were dragged like dolls by the enraged Theresa. She rushed into the room, and Laurie let go of Tammy to help try to control Theresa.
"Fucking whore, hit my girlfriend, will you?"
"Theresa, don't--"
"--calm down--"
"--May, help us!"
The pandemonium of the moment built as Theresa drew closer to Tammy, who cowered in a corner near the bed.
But then Athena smiled at Theresa and approached, arms wide. Everyone was quiet and the girls let go of Theresa, who had stopped. The lovers hugged warmly. They shared a brief kiss. Athena faced Tammy.
Quietly, the short girl spoke. "I did you wrong. I'm sorry. You can take that or leave it. I don't owe you anything, so if you try hitting me again, I'll kick your ass--and I won't stop 'Resa if she wants to retaliate. If you want to be friends, we can be; but that's all."
"Touch her and nobody will stop me from ripping you in half!" Theresa yelled.
Athena led Theresa out of the room and the rest of the crowd followed one by one. As soon as Tammy was alone, the tears started again.
Much later that night, Athena and Theresa relaxed in Athena's TV room on one of her huge beanbags.
"I'm proud of you," Theresa said. She kissed her gorgeous little lover's hand.
"Oh baby...thanks. The way you charged in there--you know, you could have really hurt somebody--"
"--Oops!" Theresa said, faking remorse.
"--It's no laughing matter. These are our friends I'm talking about, 'Resa."
"I'm sorry."
Athena leapt onto the tall girl's prone body and tore away her pajama pants, ripping them nearly in half. "And you got me so fucking hot!" she yelled. She kissed Theresa fiercely and rubbed her crotch. Theresa got wet in a hurry and Athena carefully put three finders in her tight pussy and began to fuck her hard.
"Yeah lover!" Theresa panted. "Teach me a lesson!"
"You protect me, you trust me, you love me; all true?"
"Oh yeah. You know it!"
Athena stopped fucking Theresa and pulled her to her feet. "Come with me. To bed. Good. Lie down. Oh 'Resa! I love you so much! Now close your eyes."
Theresa hesitated, her suspicion suddenly growing.
"You said you trusted me."
Theresa gave in and let her eyelids close.
Nothing happened for a while. Then something pulled on Theresa's wrists and she immediately looked around. But the room was dark and she could see nothing. She just felt her arms being pulled irresistibly above her head. "Athena!"
"Modified furry leather cuffs," the younger girl whispered, permitting herself a luxurious lick of her captive's ear. "I remember you saying you liked being dominated; well, I'm going to indulge your fantasy."
"I didn't--I--oh Athena!" The chestnut-haired amazon had been about to protest, but Athena was kissing Theresa's ribs and dragging her hair slowly down Theresa's chest, stoking the erotic inferno within her, destroying any thought of complaint.
With growing excitement and sexual hunger, Theresa allowed Athena to blindfold her and put something that felt like soft headphones on her ears. She was aware of Athena's tongue and her ten fingertips as they ran over every part of her body. Her heart felt as though it would explode past her ribs. Her breath scorched her laboring lungs. Athena touched her everywhere, waking all her cells and nerves, making her body twitch and tremble.
Athena lay her body full-length on Theresa's. She waited. She let her left hand glide back and forth on the smooth skin of Theresa's very sensitive right flank.
"Please," Theresa stammered. Because of her muffled ears, she couldn't hear herself. Because of her blindfolded eyes, she couldn't see the wicked smirk on Athena's face.
"Oh please," the tall girl said again, louder. "Please. Please! Don't do this to me! You little tease! Please, please, please fuck me!"
Athena had bought a slim pink vibrating dildo, and had not told Theresa about it. Now was the time to break it in. She delicately traced Theresa's wet labia with its tip.
Theresa had had enough teasing. She burrowed her ass deeper into the mattress, then thrust her pelvis as high and fast as she could. She was so wet that the vibrator slid easily into her all the way to Athena's fist. She sighed in relief and pleasure.
"Bad girl," the petite girl murmured, then pushed and pulled the dildo with the rhythm of Theresa's hips. She kept it switched off now, waiting for the right moment.
Theresa was usually pretty quiet during sex, but she always gasped three or four times and uttered a brief whimper shortly before orgasm. The instant Athena heard that first special gasp, she turned the vibrator to "Low."
"Ah!" Theresa squeaked between gasps. Her moan came louder and sooner and at a higher pitch. Then the climax hit, and the pleasure was so intense that Theresa couldn't breathe and nearly passed out.
As the tall green-eyed girl recovered, Athena removed the headphones--only the headphones--and kissed Theresa's ear. "The first of many tonight," she whispered.
"I love you," Theresa wheezed. "Forever. I'm yours forever."
A long night lay ahead of them.
"Are you feeling all right?" Chantelle Thompson asked. "We need you. We're going to play Mount Union again soon and we need to win this time, or we can't go to state."
"I know," Ladawn Parker said. "I'm fine, I just--I'm worried about playing them."
"Why? They're good, but you love a challenge."
"Chanti, promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you, okay?"
"Of course..."
To be continued