The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.
It is also a long story. If you don't like longer stories or are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to skip this one.
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Walking into the dorm room that Alice and Heather shared, you might be inclined to think that a war had occurred. There were piles of paper scattered everywhere. Dirty laundry was scattered across the floor. Alice was lying face first on her bed with one arm and one leg hanging off the side. Heather was sitting at the computer desk with her head resting on a textbook. One hand clung tenaciously to her favorite coffee mug. They had been awake almost constantly for seventy-two hours. They had just endured one of the most physically and mentally taxing rights of passage a young person could participate in: final-exam week. Alice normally didn't let the room get nearly as cluttered as it was. The general state of upheaval was a testament to how tired the neat freak really was. Heather heard mumbling coming from the direction of Alice's bed.
"What?"
Alice turned her head. "I said, ‘My brain hurts!' I never want to think again." Then she turned her face back into her pillow.
"You're lucky," muttered Heather. "Your pain is over."
Her friend looked up from the bed again, grinning. "I really think you're over-reacting. It's not going to be nearly as painful as you think."
"Easy for you to say."
Just then, Laurie came striding in the door, full of blonde, vivacious energy. ‘It's not fair. I'm completely wiped, and she looks like she could run a marathon,' thought Heather.
Laurie went over and pulled Heather's head off the desk, giving her girlfriend a hug from behind and a kiss on the cheek. "C'mon birthday girl. Time to go shopping!"
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Later that afternoon . . .
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Heather's legs were screaming in agony. She had been physically exhausted before they had ever gotten to the mall, and then she had been kept on her feet for several more hours. She had finally gotten it into Laurie's pretty blonde head that she needed to rest. Heather was amazed at the amount of energy her girlfriend seemed to possess. It was almost unnerving. Luckily, the ordeal was mostly over.
As Heather's twentieth birthday had approached, which happened to coincide with the last day of finals, the dark-haired siren had been forced to reign in her lover's spending habits. Laurie had no qualms whatsoever on spending a tremendous amount of her father's money on gifts for Heather, but Heather didn't feel right about that. So they had compromised. Laurie had insisted on taking Heather shopping for some new clothes, since most of her old ones were falling apart. It seemed to mean so much to the blonde girl that Heather had just given up trying to talk her out of it. She found herself wishing she had tried harder. Her feet were aching and her legs were tired. They were sitting on one of the benches outside the seasonal leather-goods store where Laurie was doing a mental inventory of what they still had to do and Heather was just wishing she could take a nap.
Despite her protestations, Heather was having a good time. Laurie's general enthusiasm was just a little hard to resist. And almost getting into a fight with that salesman who had been hitting on Laurie had been fun. She hadn't been in a good scuffle in a while, but Laurie had ushered her girlfriend out of the store before things got out of hand. So far, they had picked up a couple new pairs of jeans that fit Heather a little more snugly and hung a little lower on the hips than Heather was used to. But the almost hungry look on Laurie's face when the dark-haired girl had been trying them on encouraged her to go ahead and get them. She had also picked up a few pairs of some very soft, roomy pants that also hung a bit low on the hips. Heather was convinced that Laurie's obsession for hip-hugging pants was directly correlated with the blonde girl's desire for Heather to wear thongs. Every pair of pants they had picked up would allow for the sides of Heather's underwear to show above the belt-line. They had picked up Heather a new pair of tennis shoes and a couple of shirts. Heather had been ecstatic that there was a place that sold vintage rock t-shirts, so she had picked up a ‘Ramones' and a ‘Black Sabbath' shirt. Laurie had insisted she get at least one nice dress-shirt, so they had grabbed her a black silk, off-the-shoulder blouse that Heather vowed she wouldn't wear unless absolutely necessary. Laurie had kissed her on the cheek, said "Yes dear" and bought two more of those shirts anyway.
So they sat there, with Heather resting and Laurie contemplating her next move. The blonde girl noticed her lover casually eyeing a leather jacket with a soft, velvet lining. Laurie grabbed some bags in one hand and her girlfriend's arm in the other and dragged Laurie into the store. Heather tried to resist. She tried to put a stop to everything. Then Laurie used the pout attack, and Heather agreed to at least try on the jacket. Laurie knew from Heather's expression that the jacket was going home with them. The leather was incredibly soft, and the jacket went down just past Heather's ass while tying off in the middle. It looked perfect on her, clinging to her body like a glove. Laurie just told the saleslady to ring the jacket up, because Heather would be wearing it out.
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That evening . . .
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Alice and Heather were sitting in their dorm room Laurie had gone back to her sorority house to "get dressed for an intimate dinner." Heather smiled as her girlfriend shuffled out the door. She had turned and looked at Alice.
