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"Hey, TeĆ”? Where's the ice cream?"
TeĆ” Norris lay on the couch, her trusty notebook computer resting on her lap as her fingers flew over the keys. Trying to finish her sociology research paper before the next day's deadline, she barely heard her girlfriend's voice calling out from the kitchen.
"Hmm?" TeĆ” murmured, still typing.
"TeĆ”? Where's the ice cream?" Devon repeated.
TeĆ” never even looked up. "Huh?"
Devon came to the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. Her soft, olive skin was now flushed red with displeasure. Her deep, sultry voice rose a bit louder. "The ice cream. Have you seen it?"
TeĆ”'s silky brown fingers didn't skip a beat. "What's that hon?"
Devon growled. "TeĆ”?"
TeĆ” paused and looked up from her computer. "Wait-- Devon? What are you doing home so early? I thought you had practice today?"
Devon's voice was short. "I did. Now I'm home and I'm looking for the leftover ice cream."
TeĆ”'s face went blank. "What ice cream?"
Devon's jawline suddenly tightened. "Can you come in the kitchen for a sec?"
TeĆ” shivered at the slight change in Devon's voice. As she watched Devon walk away, a frown spread across her face.
Having known each other since freshman year, the outgoing and bubbly TeĆ” had first found Devon hard to read. At the time, Devon Shelton was the amazingly tall and athletic, yet ever-so-quiet girl that sat behind her in their English class.
TeĆ” quickly found that Devon always kept her thoughts and emotions to herself. As a result, despite being immediately attracted to the beautiful amazon, TeĆ” often found herself frustrated with her failed attempts to get to know the reserved and reticent Devon.
However, TeĆ” was undaunted. Sensing a mutual attraction, as evidenced by Devon's inability to keep her eyes off TeĆ”'s curvy body, TeĆ” kept up her efforts to break Devon's reserve. Finally, after a spur-of-the-moment late-night study session that led to a hot, sticky, multiple-orgasmic encounter, their worlds suddenly fell into sync and they became inseparable.
Now juniors, and living together in a tiny, off-campus apartment in pure romantic bliss, TeĆ” was keenly tuned in to Devon's moods. As such, now that TeĆ” was finally paying attention to what Devon had just been asking, she suddenly realized that Devon's first questions about the ice cream seemed harmless. However, Devon's last request to come to the kitchen held a tinge of irritation.
As she remembered how much she loved her sweetheart and never wanted to disappoint her, TeĆ” set her laptop aside. "I'm coming!" She slid off the couch and she hurried her 5'4" curvy body toward the kitchen.
As she passed by the windows, she was surprised to see that night had fallen. She glanced at the clock. "It's nine-thirty?" Having started on her research paper early that morning, she was amazed at how much time had passed. "Wow. I guess Devon's practice is over," she mused.
As she reached the doorway, ever naughty, her mouth had formed a spicy retort to her girlfriend's inquiries. However, as soon as she stepped inside the kitchen, her breath caught at the sight of the glamazon before her.
Bending down, Devon had one arm resting on top of the refrigerator door as she peered inside the tiny freezer compartment. Her long, dark brown hair had been pulled back into a severe ponytail and her smooth olive skin gleamed with a light sheen of perspiration.
Ordinarily, her hazel eyes danced with an inner joy and the angular bone structure of her face was stunning, but now her eyes were dark and aggravation had hardened her features.
No matter what mood she was in, however, dressed in a loose T-shirt and jeans, her casual clothes could never hide her toned physique.
A 6'2" point guard for the University of Connecticut women's basketball team, Devon made it a point to stay in top physical condition. Her long arms, lean, toned and sinewy, extended from underneath the short sleeves. Her slender, yet muscular legs, though currently hidden by the loose denim, were well known and had been well explored by TeĆ”'s eager fingers, lips and tongue.
Remembering how much passion they felt for each other -- a raw, erotic passion that was expressed nightly -- a deep love and desire suddenly welled up in TeĆ” and made her blush. However, needing to ease the tension, as well as temporarily compose herself from the sight of her attractive girlfriend, TeĆ” hopped up onto the kitchen counter and gave Devon a big, bright smile. "Whatcha need, honey?"
Devon sighed as she looked up from the fridge. "TeĆ” --"
Then her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
TeĆ” grinned at Devon's shocked expression. Not one for a lot of clothes, all TeĆ” wore was a tight, nearly see-through UConn tank top and a pair of skimpy royal blue shorts. The thin material perfectly showcased her ample breasts, thick thighs and a soft, cute tush that jiggled as she walked. She was further blessed with a pretty face, jet-black hair that had been cut into a cute, shoulder-length bob, and soft, mocha-colored skin.
Knowing she looked amazing, TeĆ” crossed her legs and hit a sexy pose, showing off her thick and lovely body. "Now what were you going to say?" she teased, fluttering her eyelashes.
Devon shook her head. "Anyway TeĆ”, I know you're working, and I hate to bother you, but I'm looking for that ice cream I bought the other day. I know Coach'll kill me if she ever saw me with it, but I was dying thinking about it during practice. So, have you seen it? There wasn't that much left in the box, but I had a taste for it and I wanted to finish it up right quick."
TeĆ” frowned as she suddenly remembered how she'd scarfed down the last bit of Butter Pecan earlier that day. She nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Ummm, yeah, about that..."
Devon closed the refrigerator door a bit too hard. "Damn, baby! I was saving that as a treat!"
She sighed as she leaned against the door. "Practice was awful today. Ever since we won that game against Arizona State and made it to the Final Four this year, Coach's been riding us hard as hell. So I wanted to treat myself to something that I can't usually have. Something Coach won't let me have."
"So practice was rough today," TeĆ” said softly.
Devon's shoulders slumped. "Yeah. It was." Then she reached out and softly pinched TeĆ”'s thigh. "And I'm sorry I'm such a grouch."
"It's okay, honey," TeĆ” smiled as she grabbed Devon's hand and squeezed it gently. "Y'all are in the Final Four this year. That's a big deal; a huge deal. So we're all a bit stressed out." Then she playfully poked out her lip. "So...you really, really wanted that ice cream?"