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Working for Grades
Amanda and I were in the same classes at college. We both wanted to go to university and we both worked hard at our subjects: Politics and American and Russian History. It was our last year before University and our exams were getting closer. We had become good friends and decided that we would do our exam revision together at weekends.
Amanda's family were reasonably wealthy (her father was a diplomat of some kind and they had spent a lot of time in Kenya) and they had rented a house for her in London fairly near the college. She suggested that I come over after college on the Friday, stay overnight Saturday and till Monday, and go home after classes then. It would allow us to get a lot done so I readily agreed.
We had six weekends before the exams and thought we could probably get lots of revision done in that time. We needed to make the grades for University. Especially me, as I was intending to change to sciences when I got there. I would need really good grades to be allowed to do so.
The first weekend went really well. We got lots done. She'd set me up a bed in a small room and I slept quite well there. We had fun cooking for each other and setting each other different kinds of tests. On the first Sunday night she offered me a spliff*. I hadn't tried it before, but I thought why not, I could do with relaxing and that's what it was supposed to do. It was good. I got nice and mellow, and when we travelled back to college on the following Monday I felt we'd had a really good time and got a lot done.
An Interesting WeekendDuring the week, we both felt our study was paying off, as tests seemed to show we were learning stuff and it was staying learnt. So I travelled back to her place again on the Friday. Since we didn't plan to work on Friday evening, we had a nice time chatting and listening to music. We passed around another spliff, and generally let the weeks work stresses go away. We both were tired, and mildly high, when Amanda said she was going to bed. I got up and she told me she'd changed my room. It was now upstairs next to hers. I said "Fine" and we went upstairs together. She showed me the new room. It was bigger than the one from last week and the bed was bigger and looked more comfy, too. She said goodnight and I just threw my clothes on a convenient chair and crawled in and was asleep almost immediately.
I was surprised in the morning to wake up to a hand gently shaking my shoulder, and Amanda whispering "breakfast" in my ear. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I sat up, but didn't pull the duvet* up with me. Bare-breasted, I looked and saw Amanda with a tray. I was going to pull the duvet up, but she put the tray in my lap and I couldn't cover myself without upsetting everything. She said she'd already had breakfast, but sat on the bed and chatted with me while I ate. I was a bit bothered about not being able to cover myself, but she was a woman and a good friend, so I wasn't too bothered. It was kind of nice actually. She made me feel really relaxed about it, though I did catch her eyes straying to my chest a couple of times. Quite natural I thought, though; we all like to compare ourselves with others.
She went to get ready as I finished off my coffee. We had lots to do that day, so I rushed off to the bathroom after she'd finished and got ready quickly, just slinging on some panties, jeans and a t-shirt. We spent most of the day working on our revision, just stopping for lunch and a couple of coffee breaks.
By six in the evening, we'd had enough. We went to make our dinner. Something with pasta if I remember correctly. Basically some tuna and whatever vegetables were fresh. We had a nice bottle of Chianti. But no fava beans. Then we went down to the pub for an hour or so, and we were both pleasantly plastered by the time we got back. We sat down in front of the television and switched something on for a mindless giggle before we retired for the night. Amanda and I sat giggling away at some imported "thriller" for a while, and then there was a late night film. I was getting quite tired by then, but Amanda said she wanted to watch it, so I said I'd keep her company for as long as I could keep my eyes open.
It was an old film called "The Odd Triangle". I realised what was odd about it quite quickly. It was an unusual story of girl meets girl meets girl. I sat up and watched; I was more awake now. I'd never seen a film like that before. I guessed that Amanda must be curious about it, too. I couldn't think of any other reason for her to be watching it. We were sitting next to each other on an old, but comfy, sofa. Tired as I was, I leaned into her slightly, and she put her arm across the sofa back so I could lean my head on her shoulder.
It felt nice, and I must have drifted off for a bit. I woke up a little later to see that the movie was still on and there were two women on screen kissing. I was interested, but so tired; I just had to go to bed. I noticed that Amanda's arm was now draped over my shoulder, and her hand rested on the top curve of my breast through the t-shirt. It was nice of her to have made me so comfy. She really made me feel at home. I carefully pulled away, and she smiled as I said I had to go to bed. I left her there, still watching the film.
I had some quite erotic dreams that night, and I remember that I kept seeing the two women kissing on screen in them. When I woke up, (again it was Amanda bringing me breakfast) I was quite aroused. I realised my nipples were rather prominent, but again, she plonked the tray down on my lap and I couldn't cover myself. Like Saturday we chatted for a while, and again I noticed she stared at my breasts occasionally. I wasn't stupid and I did begin to wonder a bit about her. She'd never said anything or been anything other than just kind to me, but I had a little nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I only dismissed it because she'd never said or tried anything with me. As I'd never had any sort of contact with another woman than as a friend, it never really made me think.
Sunday was another busy day, and nothing else happened that weekend to give me pause for thought. We worked hard again, and during the week, and then we were back together at her place on the Friday for the third weekend.
Third Weekend's a CharmThe Friday night had become our time to relax, and Amanda brought out a spliff again. We had a nice bottle of red wine and, again, I got nice and relaxed. We discussed what we'd do on the Saturday and she suggested we hire a film for her new video for the evening. Video recorders hadn't been out too long then and I was interested to see what it was like. She said she'd get something like we watched on TV last week, and I said OK, because I'd missed most of the film and was intrigued. Anyway, I'd probably have agreed to almost any film, relaxed as I was.
The night tailed off gently and we both went upstairs to bed. Amanda stopped before going into her bedroom and looked at me.
"Michelle," she said, "it's been really good having your company here, and it's really helped me with my studies." Then she leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and said thanks and went to bed. I didn't want to let her see that that one little kiss had made me tingle. My mind harked back to the preceding weekend and I began to wonder again. I thought about her and realised that she was quite attractive. Slim, but certainly not boyish, with lovely, long black hair, halfway down her back. Then I started to wonder about myself.
I had never had what you would call a relationship with a boy. In fact, at the school I went to, the boys there never seemed to like anyone clever, especially girls, and I always did well academically. So I kept out of their way after some unpleasant experiences. I had girl friends, and one or two boy friends, but no one I ever went out with on other than a friendly trip to the cinema say. Sexual pleasure for me was always something solitary, happening when I got too horny to ignore the feelings. Oh, I knew where everything was, and how it worked. I always liked to know everything about everything in those days. I had to find out for myself, as there was no sex education then (this was over twenty years ago) apart form biology and frogs. One look at a frog told me that it wasn't going to tell me what I wanted to know. So I found a nice librarian at our local library, and she steered me to the right books.
All this went through my mind as I lay there, wondering how I felt and what was going on. It took me a while to fall asleep, even though I was tired. Not through being apprehensive, more out of curiosity as to what would happen next.
Saturday morning was the usual ritual. Breakfast in bed and a nice chat. Only this time, I wasn't so concerned about covering myself. And this time, instead of her usual pyjamas, she just had on a bra and some shorts. I couldn't help looking either, and I know she was looking at me.
Somehow, I had come to realise that if something were to happen I wasn't afraid. Maybe, all that time of being by myself, of not touching or being touched, had created a need in me. Whatever happened I knew I'd let it. But, if anything did, it wasn't going to be me who made the first move. Frightened I might not be, but worried I was. I had no experience at all to tell me what to do.
The day seemed to pass really quickly for me. Oh, I concentrated on the work, but any look of Amanda's, any slight touch in passing, just made me shiver inside. It was really strange. I'd never felt like that before and I fretted that she would see my disquiet and not go through with whatever I assumed she'd got planned. I did catch her staring me at me several times and it just fuelled the fear.
I was glad when it came time for us to stop. We'd had another good day, and had bought some nice food and some wine for the weekend. Amanda went out to get the tape while I cooked, and everything was ready when she came back. Another bottle of wine, a burgundy this time, and we went into the sitting room with our glasses.
By then, I was thinking that I'd been imagining things again, and I felt such an idiot. My mind, I thought, was playing tricks on me. Maybe it was wishful thinking. I'd never felt so indecisive about something.
I don't think I ever noticed the title of the movie. It started with two women kissing and went on from there to scenes of writhing soft flesh. I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. The only thing I really noticed was how horny and wet I was getting. Braless, my nipples were hard and poking through my t-shirt. I felt warm all over. I'm sure I must have been flushed, too. I sort of felt rather than observed that I was squeezing my legs together and shifting around on the sofa.
Which is probably why I didn't notice, at least at first, that Amanda had put her arm round me and was staring at me intently.
About half way through the film, I looked down and saw that my right hand had strayed to my left breast and that I was pinching my nipple. I started, embarrassed, and looked at Amanda, sitting next to me. She had a big grin on her face, and was looking as flushed as I imagined I did.
I said, "Er, Amanda, sorry, it's just the film, I was getting carried away I guess. Sorry if I've embarrassed you," and looked away.
With a smile in her voice, Amanda murmured, "Don't worry, Michelle. I think it's sexy what you're doing." And then, with a slight stutter, she said, "I c-could help, if you like, you know?"
This was the moment. I took a deep breath. Did I want this to happen? Was this what was missing from my life? I waited for what seemed like ages, though must've been less than a minute, before I let out that deep breath, looked round at her and, in a quavering but almost pleading voice said, "Please, I'd like that".
The wine had relaxed me quite a bit and I was proud of myself that I didn't jump as the arm that she had draped over me slid down onto my right breast. She leaned over and kissed me on the lips, while her hand was stroking over my nipple. Her tongue pushed against my lips insistently, and then I was kissing a woman for the first time. I think I almost came then. It was delicious. Beautiful. Wonderful. Magical. After a while we stopped and she whispered in my ear, "You watch the film. You don't have to do anything. Just enjoy the feelings..."
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