Julie And John Adopt A Slave Pt 03

Again, John and I are just 'roomies with benefits', or at least that's what we tell ourselves. He's busy with his career, I'm busy with grad school, and we're super compatible in so very many respects.

Plus, did I mention he's a helluva cook?

But I digress, it was late spring, heading into finals, and John had the temerity to go away for two weeks to his firm's home office for some kind of confab, leaving me horny but hugely distracted by... well... school. So I'm in a graduate survey course in Latin, which is boring as hell cuz I speak/read/write in Latin like a native (hell, I could probably do algebra in Roman numerals) and sitting near the front of the room, paying almost no mind to any of the other students. I'm not cruel, or distant (ok, maybe distant...?) but I'm trying to not develop any really close relationships among other first-year students cuz, well, the drop out rate is huge, and I could end up with a study partner who ends up driving off mid-year. Best to be independent till natural attrition shakes out the co-hort, ya know?

Anyway, boredom raises it's ugly head, and out of the corner of my eye I see a girl, maybe my age, maybe a year or two older, in the back corner of the room, looking for all the world like she's on the verge of a breakdown. I mean, red eyes, barely paying attention, doing a huge impression of someone who's going to crank her car and drive away. I try not to get distracted by the drama, but she's a slow motion train wreck.

Class ends, it's my last class of the day (and it's not even lunch yet) and I head to the bus stop. No, I don't ride the bus to class, but there's no parking so I park off-campus and for like fifty cents can get a shuttle right to my building. The bus is running late, and so I pull out a book and try to... mind my own business? Yeah... let's see how that works out.

Again, corner of the eye thing, I see the same girl coming to the bus stop, which is odd because I do this same stop every day and have never seen here, but yeah, here she is. She sits at the opposite end of the bench, and stares off in the distance. Now, my better judgement would have me ignore her, but yeah, I just couldn't.

"I'm Julie. What's your name?"

"Carolyn."

"I've never seen you at this bus stop."

"Yeah, first day riding the bus," and then she started sniffling like she was on the verge of something.

"Huh... well, the shuttle from this stop to the main is running late. Normally, it would be here by now, but I got a text we're gonna wait a few."

"Just my luck. That's how my entire life is going right now. Fucked." Then she started crying. Like for real. Crying.

Now, having to wait for a late bus may or may not be the straw to break this camel's back, but I couldn't just sit there and watch this semi-stranger cry her eyes out, so I said, "Are you gonna miss something? Work?"

"No," she sobbed, "I'm not going to miss anything. I'm just going... home... to pack."

"Pack?"

"My boyfriend kicked me out last night. It's over. Fucking school is busted for me. I was gonna flunk out anyway. Then he decides he doesn't need the burden of a live-in anymore. Just likes to whore-hop, I guess. Maybe my ass isn't tight enough for him anymore. You know what I mean?"

Actually, I didn't know what she meant. I'd been in a couple of relationships, but had always been the one to break them off. If John decided he didn't need a roomie anymore, I'd miss his cock, and yeah I'm sure there would be something emotional there, but no, I had no idea what this chick was going thru, so naturally I said, "Yeah. Tell me about it, sister. I'm right there with you. Men, right?" Fuck 'em."

'Fuck 'em' indeed described my principal use for men, and happily so I might have added, but I was dipping down deep inside to find my sympathy gene. "Where you going?"

"I dunno. I don't even have a car. The bastard just said to be out of his apartment by the time he got home this afternoon. I will be on the fucking street by sundown. I'm probably looking for a shelter or something."

You know that cartoon where... is it Bugs Bunny?... who has a devil on one shoulder telling him to do nothing and an angel on the other shoulder saying he should be a good Samaritan? Yeah... that was happening.

"Look.... Carolyn, right? Ahhh...." Man, I'm going to regret this, I'm thinking, "I've got a car and a free afternoon. How much stuff we talking about?"

"Maybe a few suitcases. School books. It could all fit in a large car."

Actually, I had driven John's jeep that morning, so I had plenty of room. "Here comes the shuttle. Let's go get my car and run a quick errand first, then we'll go get your stuff."

"I have no idea where I'm going after that."

"Stuff first, shelter later."

Ten minutes later, the shuttle was dropping us off at the main parking lot. Carolyn commented that this was a really nice jeep, and I said it was my roommate's. Told her just a bit about John and how he was out of town, but not too much.

We stopped at a grocery store on the way. She followed me in, and I went to the fish counter and said, "Whatcha got that you're about to throw out? I need some chum."

The fish monger looked at me like he was surprised I knew what chum was, and I explained that I was feeding my pet shark. Science project, ya know? Anyway, he bundled me up a pound of soon-to-be-rancid miscellaneous fish and we headed back to the car.

Long story short, packing up Carolyn's stuff was a piece of cake. Turns out she had surprisingly little to her name. After we were done, I carefully opened the package of raw fish and deposited varying amounts behind the stove & fridge, in the various heating ducts, and inside the bottoms of the venetian blinds (no one every thinks to look there). Carolyn expressed deep admiration for my maliciousness, and how I was careful not to leave any traces of evidence.

Then part B of our plan kicked in -- where to take her? I know Carolyn had planned on finding a women's shelter or something like that, but I had a gut feel that simply wouldn't do. I said, "Hey, John and I have a spare bedroom, and you're welcome to it until the semester ends."

"Do you need to call him and ask him?"

"Nah... he'll be cool with it."

"I dunno how to repay you."

"Look, you'll think of something. Anyway, semester is over in a few days, and you can ride with me to class until then. Let's go get drunk and maybe all of this will feel better in the morning."

So, we headed out to John's place, and Winston greeted us at the gate. Carolyn seemed dutifully impressed and I showed her where she could stash her stuff. It was getting close to happy hour, and I yelled upstairs, "white or red?" Red was the reply, so I got busy with the corkscrew. "I'm gonna crank up the hot tub. You got a bathing suit?"

Just then, Carolyn was coming around the corner into the kitchen, and said, "You have a hot tub?"

"Yeah, perfect place for drinking."

"I don't have a suit."

"You got a problem with naked?"

She giggled, and said, "No, if you don't."

I pointed to the shower room out on the deck and said, "There are a couple of robes in there. Help yourself, I'll join you in a flash."

Again, corner of my eye thingie kicked in and I saw a robed Carolyn thru the kitchen window heading out of the shower room toward the hot-tub I'd already kicked on. She dropped the robe on a chair next to the tub, and climbed in. I got a good view of her from behind. Not exactly a model's body, but not chubbie either. She was about a half-head shorter than me, so I figured her at maybe 5'3" to my 5'7", and I was guessing she had 10 or 15 pounds she wished she could lose. She was friendly enough, but in a needy, 'tell me what to do next' sort of way. I'm no psychologist, but I'm a pretty good reader of people. My guess was that our new house guest turned into a black hole of emotional need for the guy who just kicked her to the curb. Don't get me wrong, he was an asshole to do this right at the end of the semester, and I'm guessing he found a slightly slimmer, slightly prettier piece of ass who would be moving in tonight. I'm sure in the next couple of days, Carolyn's replacement would be sniffing the rugs and curtains wondering which dolphin shit in the sofa. Sigh... so sad.

I headed out to the tub with two glasses and a bottle of syrah. I sat everything on the deck next to the tub, and made a 'no big deal' big deal of stripping in front of Carolyn right there on the deck, just kinda to set the ground rules. Call it a woman's way of marking territory. Carolyn couldn't take her eyes off me, and that was fine. I wasn't trying to take advantage of a bad situation, but it's nice sometimes to be sure the invitation is on the table.

Carolyn said, "You're pretty relaxed. Tell me about you and John."

"It's simpler than it looks. This is John's place. He inherited it, and he's also got a great job, oh and he can cook. Could be a master chef if he hadn't opted for the six figures that Wall Street pays."

"How long have you two been a couple?"

Ahhh... not really a couple. Roommates with benefits. He's also a great fuck."

Carolyn nodded, just as Winston came running by, so I tossed one of Winston's tennis balls into the yard and kept talking. "I met him at a party over here when I was looking for a place to live when I started grad school. He offered me room-and-board in trade for the occasional blowjob, which I gladly paid with interest. Turns out we were wildly compatible, and I've been his plus-one to parties ever since then."

"Lucky."

"Yeah, knowing which door to pick on Let's Make a Deal is a helpful skill."

"So, look, I... ahh.... You don't mind that there's going to be another woman in the house when John comes home?"

At first, I thought that was an odd question, but maybe it was just my perspective on life. I decided to tell her about Cee Cee, and how we'd double-team fucked her silly with absolutely zero impact on whatever our relationship was. Carolyn just nodded, but I could see the wheels turning. Clearly, she was looking for someone to tell her what to do.

By then, the bottle was nearly empty and I decided to try a little experiment. "The reds are in a little wine shelf next to the wine fridge. Why don't you be a dear and go fetch us another bottle?"

Carolyn nodded at the direction I'd just given her, and climbed out of the tub to walk toward the kitchen. I was wondering if she'd go naked or grab a robe, and I was pleased that she seemed comfortable just walking naked to follow my... request?

Shortly she came back with the bottle, and before she could get into the tub, I said, "pour me another glass, and pour yourself some if you'd like."

She nodded, and for all the world, I thought I heard her say, "Yes ma'am" almost reflexively.

It was closing in on sundown. Winston needed to be fed and so did I. We climbed out of the tub, and since I was wet and had no robe handy, I told Carolyn where we kept Winston's food and how to fix him a bowl. She nodded and obliged, and I headed for the shower room to grab one of the handy robes. When I got to the kitchen, Carolyn was sitting politely on one of the hard-backed kitchen chairs, waiting for instruction almost like a robot.

"Carolyn, do you want to eat? I'm hungry. Haven't eaten since breakfast. Do you have any food allergies?"

She shook her head, and said, "I can eat anything, and yes, I'm hungry."

"How about sandwiches? Ham and cheese?"

She nodded.

"There is a ham in the fridge, and some really good cheese in the cheese drawer. The bread is over there, and there are tomatoes, lettuce, and condiments in the fridge as well. How about fix us a couple of sandwiches and I'll be in the den watching the news on TV."

Being given a chore seemed to relax Carolyn, and she set herself to doing my bidding. I had massive mixed emotions about this. I didn't want to take advantage of this girl's troubles, but clearly she needed some kind of emotional cocoon right now. Plus, well, I'd kinda rescued her. What would John do? Hmmmm....

A few minutes later, Carolyn came padding into the den with a very nice tray of sandwiches and some glasses of tea. She sat the tray on the coffee table in front of where I was curled up on the sofa, and to my amazement asked me if it was OK if she sat on the sofa next to me. I just nodded, still feeling my way around being her task-mistress. The sandwich was great. It was a warm night, and rather than kick on the a/c, I asked her to open a couple of windows. Winston came running through the doggie door, having completed his nightly rituals, which probably included chasing a few squirrels. He settled down on the floor near my feet, and we all passed the time in quiet, watching something meaningless on TV.

Without asking, Carolyn took away the tray, and I could hear her in the kitchen cleaning up. I grabbed one of my Latin books, and made a show of acting like I was studying, although I knew I could take the final right then and there and ace it. When Carolyn came back in, I asked her if she was ready for the Latin final, and she said she was going to need to cram over the weekend after she got her head back on straight. I nodded, and said, "If you need me to tutor you, maybe I can help."

This was the only course that would have a final. We had two other graduate courses, one which required a paper that everyone had already turned in and the other a teaching practicum that was also finished. Carolyn thanked me for the offer of help, and said, kinda out of the blue, "My ex used to be a bit of a disciplinarian. He's the only reason I stayed on task and passed my tests in that class."

"He tutored you?"

"No. Discipline. He'd assign me a certain time to study, and if I sluffed off, he'd punish me."

"Punish?" I asked. I was wondering if I had an abuse victim on my hands. Maybe I should have left explosives rather than chum.

Carolyn quickly picked up on what I was thinking and said, "Yeah, not abuse, but punishment. More ritual than anything else. If I sluffed off, he'd make me sit naked in the corner. If I did poorly on a test, he'd give me a spanking. Nothing terrible, just something to keep me focused. He'd never beat me. In fact, I'm the one who convinced him to discipline me in the first place." Then she started to sob and said, "I'm pretty sure he got tired of having to be my master all the time. That's probably why he kicked me out."

I reached out for her, and she laid her head in my lap. Amazingly, she put her thumb in her mouth and started sucking it like a baby. After a bit, she said, haltingly, "I really need direction. If I'm left on my own, I'll melt."

How the fuck did this girl get into graduate school? I'm thinking some admissions counselor got a blowjob or two. Anyway, I just sat there, rubbing her hair, and telling her she was going to be OK and she was a good girl. She nodded at the 'good girl' part, and buried her face deep into my legs.

After a while, Carolyn was asleep. I shook her awake and told her it was time to go to bed. She nodded, and followed me like a puppy up the stair case. Winston, the actual puppy, was already upstairs at the foot of my bed. Carolyn had already put her stuff in our spare bedroom and so I asked her if there was anything she needed for the night. She shook her head silently, and I left her to her own devices.

I was in my bed, trying to read, missing John's warmth, when I heard her knock at the door. It was almost a pitiful knock, as if you could hear her trying to knock and not knock at the same time. I said come in, and the door opened. She was standing there in a cute little shortie, thin nightie and panties, what passed for what little makeup she wore removed, and her pixie-cut hair tussled like she'd been tossing and turning. She was looking down at the floor, and finally said, "Julie. I can't sleep alone. May I sleep with you, please?"

How pitiful. I was saddened just listening to her. I said of course, and slid to one side on the bed to make room for her. She came over and curled up on her side, facing away from me, and slid her butt to rub up against the side of my leg. I could tell from the way she moved that she wanted some kind of human physical contact.

Now, this was a conundrum. While maybe I'm not the most 'subbie' kind of girl, I am a bit lazy in bed and naturally end up in the 'bottom' position. John regularly spoons me from behind, and while I've cuddled up to him (and yes, other guys) on cold winter nights, I'm otherwise almost always the one BEING spooned. Even with my few romantic girlfriends, I was mostly a bottom. What would John do?

So, I turned off the light, turned onto my side, and tried to figure out exactly how to be a top in this situation. Hmmm.... What to do with my arms? John would usually put his 'down' arm under my head and wrap his top arm around my torso, cupping my boob just so gently. How would Carolyn react to a woman's hand -- a woman she just met a few hours ago? -- cupping her boob? Well, no time like the present to find out.

I took her in my arms, reaching around with my top arm just like I pictured in my mind. No sooner did I cup her boob, than Carolyn reached up to grab my hand and squeeze my hand into her boob. Clearly, this was what she expected, and I'm guessing what she wanted, too. After a minute, she snuggled even closer to me, almost imperceptibly grinding her ass into me. At this point, I had both arms around her, and switching my 'down' arm to focus on her boobies (which were remarkably soft and full), I used my top hand to massage her 'up' side. She still had a vice grip on my hand, and was guiding my hand to the parts that needed attention. Before long, she moved my hand down to the top of her panties, and I gently moved my fingers inside. From our time in the hot-tub I already knew what to expect, that she was very neatly trimmed but not waxed down there. She parted her legs, wrapping her top leg up over mine, to give me full access to the parts that needed my attention.

Now, one of the very nice things I like about being with other women is that, in general, there is a very real 'you do me and I'll do you' sentiment to girl-on-girl bedtime antics. Maybe sometimes it's 60-40, but generally both parties can come away expecting some degree of attention. Men -- and don't get me wrong, I do love men -- are more into the '68' category. You know 68, right? You do me and I'll owe you one. Yeah. Women are different.

But here, I could tell that Carolyn needed a sister to do her a solid, so to speak. I didn't expect anything in reciprocation, and so just focused on getting her what she needed to release and relax. She was almost unconsciously grinding her ass against me, perhaps subconsciously expecting I'd suddenly grow a dick. I held her tight, focusing on using my fingers to explore her. She grabbed at a pillow in front of her, and recognizing where she was headed with that, I let her wrap her legs forward around the pillow, using it to press my palm against her swollen lips.

I lost track of the time, but enjoyed the way she was enjoying this. I could sense she was getting close to a climax, and I let her take charge of my hand. She exploded against me, writhing and spasming and gasping for air. No sooner had she come back down to earth than she started bawling like a baby. I took my hand away from her crotch (she still had her pillow) and gently rubbed her hair, whispering in her ear that she was safe and we'd take care of her. It was going to be all right.

It was going to be all right.

It was going to be all right.

She turned to face me, nuzzled her face into my breasts, and sobbed her way to sleep.

I eventually drifted off myself. When I woke up the next morning, it was to the sound of her peeing in the bathroom. I needed to go myself, but wanted to give her some time alone. She appeared back at the bathroom door, her head hanging like a puppy who'd messed on the floor, and asked if I was OK.