Heather Ch 08 1

This is Heather's final chapter. Although I have not said this before now, many of the events, places and incidents in the Heather series are either the products of my imagination or used in a fictitious manner. This is particularly true of this chapter. Although it's not necessary to read the first seven chapters to fully appreciate this one, I recommend that you at least read chapter seven. If, on the other hand, all you want to do is rub one off, there are enough sex scenes in this chapter to do that.

Thank you to all the readers that liked the series and made comments. A special thank you to Kenji. He is not only the best volunteer editor, but he has also been a great supporter of my writing.

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Prologue - Present Day

People often say that past events shape who you are today. In my case, the events that took place in the summer of 2013 have clearly defined me.

My first year of college had ended, and not only had I not flunked out, but my GPA was almost perfect. I needed a summer job and found the perfect one, working at the YMCA near my parents' home. Once the semester was over, I moved out of the dorms and back to my parents' house. It would be the last time I lived under my parents' roof.

My trip to Hawaii was the highlight of the summer. Shawna invited me to accompany her and Heather to Maui. I could only stay a week because I had to start work at the YMCA, but what a great week it was. Heather and I were inseparable.

The low point of that summer is a day I will never forget, and it came one month before returning for my sophomore year of college. I wanted so badly to come out to my parents. I wanted to believe that God didn't care that I was a lesbian. But that was not what happened. He had another plan.

May 2013

All four of us were naked on the bed. Shawna and Heather were on one side of the bed, and Justin was still collapsed on top of me after fucking me doggy style. None of us spoke for a while, but I could tell something was bothering Heather. It was her idea to come back to Shawna's apartment after spending the day at a nearby nude beach. It was also Heather's idea for her, Shawna, and me to have a threesome while Justin watched. After the three of us came, Heather commanded Justin to fuck me. After Justin and I both climaxed, I looked at Heather. I thought she would be pleased, but all I saw was an expression of jealousy.

Heather finally broke the silence. "That was quite the show. I'm going to get cleaned up. Ashley, you and Justin can get an Uber back to the dorm."

She got off the bed, walked to the bathroom, and closed the door. I looked at Shawna, hoping that she knew what got into Heather, but she looked even more surprised than Justin and me.

Shawna said, "Let's get dressed, and I'll drive you back to the dorms. When I get back, I'll talk to her and find out what's going on."

On the way back to the dorms, none of us spoke. After Shawna dropped us off, Justin and I cleaned up and went out to grab some dinner. When we got back, we were both so tired that we just went to bed. The next morning, Justin left so he could get back to the college he was attending. The school semester was almost over, and I knew that I needed to study for finals and finish two term papers, but all I could think about was Heather. I wanted to call her, but I was afraid to hear what she would tell me. In the first week of June, Heather finally texted me.

June 2013

I wanted to be doing anything but studying for my Western Civilization final. I knew if I aced the final, I would get an A in the class, but still. Then I saw her text, and I forgot all about the beginnings of Western civilization.

Heather: busy

Me: studying in the dorm

Heather: can we talk

Me: call?

Heather: no in person

Me: when

Heather: now

Me: K

When Heather moved out of the dorms to share an apartment with Shawna, the dorm administrators never assigned a new person to our room. When she moved out, she emptied her closet, but then it became filled with the clothes I bought during the year. When Justin came to visit, we pulled the two twin beds together, and that was still how they were.

It didn't take long for Heather to get here. I heard a knock on the door, and I got up to open it.

Heather, holding a paper bag, walked in and moved past me without looking at me. She walked towards the beds, expecting to find the twin beds separated by the nightstand. That is when she first looked at me and said, "You and Justin put the beds together."

I nodded yes.

Still holding the paper bag, she looked at her desk, which was covered with the clothes that I was too lazy to put away. Then she saw where I moved the nightstand. She put the paper bag on the nightstand and walked towards the bed.

The only type of shoes Heather wore were sandals, and she slipped them off as she sat on the bed. She kept looking around the room. Her eyes stopped on the open closet that once held her halter tops and peasant dresses, but only held my clothes. She nodded like she was expecting that. She kept looking around, and finally her eyes were focused on me.

In a commanding voice, she said, "Come sit next to me on the bed."

I walked over and I sat next to her. I didn't know why I was so nervous. The last time I was this nervous around Heather was the morning after I had orgasmed from a woman's mouth for the first time. We had been in this bed, still naked from the night before, and Heather had her arms wrapped around me, with her two legs intertwined with mine. That morning, I was experiencing feelings that I had never experienced before. My Catholic guilt took over, and I told Heather that being with her fulfilled a fantasy, but I was not prepared to commit to anything more. I hadn't known how she would respond, but she had said she understood and told me that if I wanted the previous night to be a one-time thing, she would be okay with that.

Right then, I was afraid that Heather was not going to be so understanding this day.

Heather took my hand and, in a softer voice, asked, "Do you remember the day we met?"

How could I forget? "Yes, I had been crying on this bed when you walked in, and you asked me what was wrong. I responded by unloading my whole life story."

"Yes, you did. You talked nonstop for ten minutes. Do you remember what I said afterwards?"

I knew exactly what she said. "Yes, you said that everything was going to be all right."

I didn't expect what Heather said next. "Well, I lied. I knew that everything was not going to be all right."

I just stared at her. At that moment, not only was I nervous, but also confused. What wasn't she telling me?

Heather continued, "While you were telling me about Justin and your strict parents and your messed-up Catholic upbringing, all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss you."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Heather gently placed her hand over it, and said, "Let me continue. I also knew that you were straight, and I didn't think you would ever have feelings for me. Then the Halloween party happened."

The Halloween party. On that night, Heather reconnected with Shawna. Two years before the party, Heather and Shawna had met when they both started junior college. It did not take long for the two of them to connect, and they soon became lovers. Although, at the time, Heather did not have a lot of experience, the physical attraction they had for each other was intense. Shawna was delighted to guide Heather, and what began as a physical attraction turned into romance. Sadly, Shawna had had a hard time with school and had dropped out at the end of the school year.

Heather moved her hand away from my mouth and brought it over my hand and held it." When we were at the party, I noticed that Shawna was dancing with a group of people, and emotions overwhelmed me. It had been over a year since I had seen her, but after seeing her in her policewoman costume, I knew I wanted to be with her again."

The Halloween party had been at a frat house. After Heather and Shawna reconnected, they had gone upstairs, and I followed them. I had found them in an open study room that had a couch at the back of the room, where Heather and Shawna were sitting and kissing.

Heather squeezed my hand tightly. "Even though you thought you were being clever, Shawna saw you watching us kiss. Also, by the time we attended the Halloween party, I knew that you had a crush on me, and I told Shawna I wanted to put on a show for you. You remember the show we put on, right?"

Not only did I remember it, but I was getting aroused thinking about it. I vividly remembered Shawna placing her hand underneath Heather's skirt. I knew that Heather never wore underwear, and I imagined her hand touching Heather's ginger hair that covered her pussy.

Heather could see from my expression that I totally remembered and continued. "When I saw you watching us, I got even more aroused. I kept moaning, and I knew that I was close to coming. That was when I looked straight at you, and I saw that your hand was on your crotch."

I confessed to Heather, "I was so turned on by what I saw that I wanted to place my hand inside the leotard and rub my pussy, but instead, I panicked. I ran out of the room and almost fell, running down the stairs. I kept running until I was out of the house."

Heather said, "I wanted so much for you to see me cum. I told Shawna to put her hand deeper inside me. When she did that, it did not take long for me to explode and cover Shawna's hand with my juices. Then, when I looked back to see your expression, you were gone."

"Watching you and Shawna got me wet, but I didn't want to admit to myself that I was sexually attracted to women. But then I realized that you knew I was watching. You broke away from Shawna and looked right at me. You gave me the same look you gave me when I watched you masturbate. I wanted so much to stay, but I panicked."

Heather asked, "Why did you panic?"

I told her exactly why. "Because I was confused. My Catholic upbringing and the Church's views on lesbian behavior contradicted what I was feeling. For the first time, I suspected that what I felt for you was so much more than a crush, and that was why I ran away."

I said it. For the last eight months, I had been telling myself that my feelings towards Heather were just a crush. I then came to know that what I felt was much more than a crush. But what about Shawna? Heather had moved out of the dorms so she could be Shawna's roommate.

I said to Heather, "You said you wanted me from the first day we met, but you and Shawna are together."

Heather did not respond at first. She let go of my hand and finally said, "Yes, Shawna and I are together, but we talked, and we both agreed that we want to include you."

Heather hesitated before adding, "Shawna was never the problem. As long as it was just the three of us, I was okay with whatever happened. Then Justin came to visit."

Then, I understood. This was about Justin. I didn't say anything because I wanted her to continue.

"When I watched the two of you fucking at Shawna's apartment, something came over me. I had never been jealous before, but hearing you scream and seeing your body shake when you came made me think that I could never satisfy you in the same way as Justin. I even considered pulling you and Justin apart."

I smiled for the first time. "I couldn't help it. The way you were acting all afternoon made me think you wanted me to put on a show for you."

Heather didn't smile back. She was still very serious and said, "Yeah, I thought that too, but while you were fucking, an ache raced through my chest. I fought back emotions I didn't know I had. That was when my jealousy raised its ugly head."

Since Heather was being honest with me, I had to be honest with her.

"Heather, from the first day I saw you, you made me feel things that I had never felt before. At first, I fought those feelings because of the way I was brought up. But now I don't want to hide my feelings any longer. I want to be included with you and Shawna."

Heather leaned into me and said, "I'm sorry I got jealous. I was being possessive and selfish. I am still not sure what got into me. I promise it won't happen again."

I wrapped my hands around her and kissed her deeply. Heather melted into me. We were both breathing hard when I pulled back.

"Okay, Heather, now that we got that out of the way. What is in the bag you brought? It's been bothering me since you got here."

For the first time since she got to my dorm, Heather smiled, although, it was more of a sheepish grin.

"Come on, Heather, whatever it is, it can't be that bad. Wait. Do you have ropes in there? Were you going to tie me up and demand I never see Justin again?"

"It's nothing like that, but now, after our conversation, I don't think we'll need it."

That did it; I had to see what was inside. I walked over to the nightstand and brought the bag back onto the bed. I opened that bag, and when I reached in and pulled out what was inside, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I was looking at a bright pink, smooth dildo attached to some sort of harness. The dildo was longer and thicker than Justin's cock.

I looked up at Heather, and she was no longer grinning.

Heather nervously said, "I probably didn't think this through, but after watching Justin go in and out of your wet pussy, I thought that you missed the feeling of being stretched by a hard cock."

Then she just looked at me, hoping she wasn't too far off in her assumption. I was too surprised to respond, and she tried to take the dildo and strap away from me so she could put it back in the bag.

I stopped her, and I exclaimed, "Wait! I do love how a cock feels in me. Do you know what I love even more? That you would be willing to try something different just to make me feel good."

Heather was relieved. "So do you want to try it?"

"Fuck yeah. Let me get my lube."

Heather grabbed my arm and stopped me from getting off the bed. "I know a better way to lubricate this thing."

She grabbed the dildo from me, opened her mouth, and devoured as much of the dildo as she could fit in her mouth. The way she was sucking, it would not take long for the dildo to get slick enough so that it would slide easily in and out of my pussy. I was amazed at how good she was at sucking the fake cock. As I watched her lips move over the silicone rod, I wondered if she ever sucked a real one. Heather looked up momentarily, as if she had read my mind.

"No, I have never sucked cock before, but I watched very closely when you were sucking Justin at Shawna's apartment."

Heather was satisfied with the amount of lubrication, and when she took the dildo out of her mouth, it made a popping sound. After putting the dildo down, she grabbed the sweatshirt I was wearing and pulled it over my head. Not wasting time, I slipped off my sweatpants and panties. Heather, wearing one of her one-piece frocks with no underwear, was nude just as quickly.

I closely looked at her as she picked up the dildo and was in the process of figuring out how to put it on. I'd used a dildo before, of course, but never with a harness attached to it, so I asked her, "Have you used one of these before?"

"Never. I got it as a gag gift ages ago, and it's been in the bag ever since."

Heather got off the bed and took hold of the straps and stepped into the harness like she was putting on pants. She pulled the harness around her hips and adjusted the thigh straps. When she was done, the dildo was sticking straight out like a semi-erect cock.

I was sitting on the bed, and I expected Heather to push me down onto the bed and thrust the dildo into me, but she surprised me. She kneeled down on the floor, pulled my legs apart, and placed her head between my thighs. Sticking out her tongue, she ran it along the inside of my thighs. Her tongue moved slowly, working its way to my outer labia, finally reaching my pussy lips. Parting my lips with her tongue, she drove her tongue deeply inside me. My juices began to flow, and I began to fantasize about how it would feel to be penetrated by Heather. I was about to tell her I was ready, but she stopped licking me and used her fingers to take the moisture that was inside of me and transferred it to dildo.

She looked up at me and said, "I think both you and the dildo are ready."

Standing up, Heather reached for a pillow and placed it under my butt. Holding the dildo, she guided the well-lubricated tip across my vaginal opening. Slowly increasing pressure on my lips, and I felt the inward penetration.

Stopping momentarily, she asked, "Are you ready?"

I didn't hesitate. "Yes!"

I let out a groan as I felt a silicone cock slide inside me. She stopped about halfway, and I wanted to tell her to go all the way in. But this thing was huge, so I let her proceed at her own pace. Heather pulled the dildo almost all the way out and slowly pushed it in again. The time, the dildo went deeper inside me, and I felt my walls stretch. It was then that I realized why Heather was taking it slow. Heather continued to move the dildo in and out, each time staying inside of me a little bit longer. I put my hands on my breasts and pinched my nipples. Waves of pain and pleasure ran through me, and my desire was uncontrollable.

Heather saw the expression on my face, and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes, but this feels so different. I've never had pain and pleasure at the same time before."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no! I think you can go faster."

Heather increased her speed, and each thrust felt like it was going to tear me apart. I watched Heather as her massive tits bounced up and down and her ginger hair covered her face. I realized she was doing this because she wanted to give me pleasure, and my love for her grew even stronger. I pushed my pelvis toward her, so each time the dildo was fully inside me, our pussies touched.

I placed my hands on her back and pulled her towards me. She leaned into me, and I felt her boobs press against mine. Then I placed my hands on her butt and helped her move in and out of me. Heather grunted, and I could tell she was as excited as I was. Heather's grunting turned into panting, and I could feel her sweat as she brought me closer to my orgasm.

Then, I was panting and sweating as much as Heather. "I'm gonna cum, Heather. Oh my god... I'm so close."

Heather thrust one final time, and the dildo stayed fully inside me and pressed against the back of my vagina. My hands were still on her ass, and I pulled her against me even harder. I shook, and I screamed. Moments later, I violently exploded, and my juices spread over the fake cock. I was trying to return to normal breathing, but I was quivering, and the aftershock of my orgasm would jerk the dildo that was still inside of me. Heather was still on top of me, and she collapsed onto me and gave me a passionate kiss. We kept kissing until she gently rolled off of me, and the strap-on popped out of my soaking pussy.

I was finally able to speak, and I told Heather, "That was incredible."

"Because it was the thickest thing that has ever been inside your pussy? "No, because you were the one making love to me." Fuck, I said it— the L-word. I looked at Heather to see her reaction, but there wasn't any. Even though I meant it, I was glad Heather didn't react.

I quickly said, "Now, I want to return the favor."

"What?"

"I wanna fuck you, just like you fucked me."

Heather started working the straps and soon had the harness off. But, instead of giving the contraption to me, she threw it on the bed, and she said, "I do want you to fuck me, but I want you to use your tongue."

I did want to fuck Heather with my tongue, but I wanted to kiss her first. With both of us still lying on the bed, I slowly brought my head towards her, so our noses grazed against each other's. Then my mouth found hers. I wanted this kiss to be soft and slow. I parted my lips, and Heather's tongue slipped into my mouth. She slowly withdrew her tongue, and I glided my tongue inside her mouth. I could taste my juices, and the taste brought back memories of the first time she kissed me there.