Chapter 2
I am posting this with some trepidation due to the very negative comments posted in response to chapter 1. Note that everything here is consensual.
The answer was not long in coming, and manifested itself within a couple of days, which Olivia discovered when she caught a glimpse of Cassie's laptop as she sat on the couch Saturday morning. The girl's straight blonde hair was loose and scattered over her shoulders, her green eyes wide and her mouth chewing nervously on a pencil.
Olivia stood over her shoulder for a moment, noting that her roommate was looking at classical Greek statues and other similar pieces, bringing a smile to her face. Cassie was so engrossed in her research that she was oblivious to the other girl's presence altogether. She bit her lip looking at the gentle curve of her neck, unable to prevent the image forming of her lips on them, tasting her skin, and kissing her there.
Cassie's loose fitting blue t-shirt was drooping enough to give Olivia a breathtaking view of the girls breasts, swaying as she fidgeted, her nipples in full view, a vantage point much closer than the night as she had watched her in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Now the image of kissing her roommate's neck melted into the mental picture of Olivia's lips wrapped around her nipple, making the girl moan with pleasure. She was broken from her fantasy by the sound of Cassie letting out a deep sigh.
Not wanting to startle her, Olivia stepped back a few paces and then let her feet graze the floor to tastefully indicate her presence, which made the blonde look over her shoulder at her. "Hey," she said softly.
Cassie sighed and looked back at the screen. "Hey, mornin'," she said in response.
Feeling it was safer now, Olivia stood over her, still able to see her roommate's charms, but managing to keep her eyes where they belonged. "What's got your attention today? More artsy fartsy stuff?" she asked, being careful not to touch her in any way.
Cassie giggled brightly. "Yeah pretty weird for a business major, I know, it's just a nice....diversion from what I am used to." she said, glancing up for a moment.
"Well good for you. Not finding what you want though? You seem a bit frustrated." Olivia remarked.
Cassie sighed and shrugged. "Well, I've been wanting to move from just art in general to some specific areas, and honestly sculpture seems pretty amazing."
"Uh huh. So what's the problem? Getting bored?"
Cassie glared at her. "When I try something I stick with it, you know that. This stuff is really cool, but the really old stuff is rough looking and incomplete most of the time. Would rather see something, well, newer and whole," she explained.
Olivia took in a slow breath. She had intended to plant a suggestion about a specific local sculptor in her next subliminal message, but now had the freedom to say something openly. "Hmm. Well there are a couple local artists that do that sort of thing. There are figurine shops where they make all their own stuff like angels and fairies." she offered.
"That seems less like art and more like a novelty business," Cassie started, adding, "I am looking for something more... life-like and life-sized."
Olivia smiled, noting that this is the exact direction she intended to steer her roommate to. "Well there is Alinda Merriwether, she teaches at the university part-time, but she has her own studio. Pretty successful in fact," she explained. What she had left out, however, is that Alinda was a lesbian, and an artist that specialized in the human form, usually women.
Cassie pondered for a moment and then turned back to her computer and typed in the name of the artist that her friend had just mentioned. "Alinda... Merriwether..." she repeated as she typed. Within seconds, she was in the artist's studio website, which was replete with images of marble statuary of all kinds, including animals, couples, and a few solo items. "Damn girl, this is fucking amazing," she gasped.
"Well, I know Alinda. She was an instructor I took on an elective, she is pretty cool and fun to talk to. I could probably get you a private tour of her studio, including her private collection."
Olivia knew exactly what the private collection contained; it was all remarkably tasteful but included a generous amount of nude sculptures, a majority of which were of beautiful women. She thought it was best to leave that detail out, at least until she fell in love with the unique style of art that Alinda created. Her hope was to immerse the young blonde in vivid images of the female form, in a way that was non threatening and even appealing and then guide things from there.
Cassie's reaction was even stronger than Olivia had anticipated. The girl sprang to her feet and pulled her into an enthusiastic embrace, unintentionally merging their bodies, breasts to breasts, hips to hips, which Cassie meant innocently, but for Olivia it was anything but that. Sure, they had hugged occasionally in the past, but it was always a loose, almost cautious embrace. Olivia felt every square inch of the other girl's body molded to hers, feeling the delicious warmth, the hardened nipples, and the warmth between her legs. Olivia felt moisture oozing between her legs and her own desire erupt with a mind of its own, which made her conflicted. On the one hand, the sensation of the experience was like a fantasy all its own, making her want to make love to her then and there, but on the other not wanting to jeopardize her larger goal. Reluctantly, she pulled back, and calmly replied. "I'll set something up."
Cassie giggled. "Your face is flushed. Still have the hots for your roomie huh?" she said with a wink.
Olivia's mouth dropped open. She had never seen the girl act so cavalier about her sexual tastes, let alone tease her about it.
'That's just not fucking fair!'
Rather than voice her thoughts, she softly replied, "No comment. You are straight and I respect that." It was a flat out lie, but the last thing she wanted was to offend or alienate her roommate.
Cassie nodded. "You have no idea how much that means to me to hear you say that... but... the look on your face says different..."
"Um....sorry."
Olivia was shocked when Cassie slipped her arms around her and pulled their bodies back together again, the warmth of the girl's larger breasts permeating hers in a clearly sexual way. "Don't... be..." she gasped.
With that whisper, Olivia lost her last vestige of self-control, her lips burning with a need to taste the other girl's mouth. She let out a deep moan as the kiss began, Cassie surprisingly melting into it without hesitation, feeling both of their nipples hardening immediately amidst more gasps and moans.
Cassie slowly began caressing her lips against Olivia's, filled with sensations that were unfamiliar but incredibly sexy. She felt a soft tongue tracing the outside of her mouth, gently pressing, almost begging for her lips to part and welcome it in. She hesitated, wondering if that might lead to things she was not prepared for, but the sensual tickling was so pleasurable she felt her lips part with a mind all their own.
Olivia smiled into the passionate kiss, satisfied that her friend had yielded access to her, even if it was tentative. Not wanting to rush things, she dipped her tongue in slightly, tickled the girl's teeth and mouth teasingly, then withdrew. Cassie's body shook and a deep moan escaped her, making her mouth open wider to her lesbian friend. This time her tongue gently slid into her trembling mouth, finding a tongue and wrapping around it as if claiming it, making the other girl's legs buckle, forcing Olivia to guide her body down on the couch behind her.
Cassie's legs moved slightly apart as her body sank into the cushions, giving Olivia the ability to kneel between them, pushing them further open but so subtly that she was certain it was not even obvious. Gently grasping her roommate's hips, she pulled their bodies together until the heat from between their legs was almost merged together.
"Oh... oh... my...." Cassie gasped, almost shouting.
Olivia pulled the girl's body firmly against her and began moving her hips in a long slow rhythm, grinding her soaked pussy into Cassie's, pulling her face back far enough to look into her eyes. "Mmmmmm feels good, doesn't it, Cass?" she purred.
Cassie couldn't speak but bit her lip and nodded, her own hips now grinding back with equal fervor. It felt completely different but intensely pleasurable, so much so that she never wanted it to end. Moaning, her wet hungry lips sought out Olivia's eagerly, fastening to hers and offering her tongue, prompting the other girl to slide her tongue back and forth, making them both tremble.
Knowing that this could be the only chance she had to make love to her straight roommate, Olivia increased her grinding, deepened the kisses, and paid attention to every cue from her body as to what pleased her. As Cassie's body began to tense, Olivia pulled her face back to make direct eye contact with her, wanting there to be no question that the best orgasm of her life was at the hand of another woman.
"Oh... Ohhhhhhhhhh. Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Cassie moaned, her eyes glued to Olivia's, her pussy pulsing and contracting and her body trembling almost violently.
Fuck she is so sexy
, Olivia thought as she drank in the images of her within the powerful clutches of a lesbian orgasm.
"Hey, are you ok?" Cassie said loudly. The sharp tone of her voice snapped Olivia out of her erotic daydream, which had been so real it was a little jarring to be brought back to reality.
"Sorry... zoned out a bit..." Olivia mumbled, hoping desperately that the girl hadn't picked up on what had been running through her own mind.
Cassie shrugged nonchalantly and reached up and scratched her nose for a moment before speaking again. "Just checking, I know we have had our disagreements but I really do care about you," she said with a slight smile.
"Thanks," Olivia said, matching her smile, and then turning to head to her room. She had a lot of planning to do for a visit to the studio that she had just promised. Truthfully she knew that this was a big turning point, one with the goal of her learning to appreciate the beauty of the female form, and with it, her own.
Later that afternoon, Olivia pulled on her university t-shirt and her favorite tattered jeans and walked out of the apartment to her car. The wind tousled her hair wildly about her head as if alive and intent on expressing its fierce independence. Not making any attempt to tame the unruly hair, she unlocked her blue Honda Prius and slid into the driver's seat. Pressing the start button, the car came to life, signaling that Olivia could start her drive to Alinda's studio. The distance was not significant, and within ten minutes she pulled into a parking space in the small town square near the studio.
Olivia kicked a small rock across the pavement, and laughed softly as she watched it tumble over and over again before coming to a stop at the curb. It reminded her that this course of action with her straight roommate was pushing her to a goal, and that could slow down on its own or run its course, the latter of course being her hope.
Trying to push the vivid images from the earlier daydream, Olivia walked across the old brick paving and after stepping over the curb, she pulled open the door of Alinda's studio. The worn hinges on the metal door screeched as she did so, making her cringe. Normally she preferred to make a more subtle entrance, particularly since she hadn't seen her former teacher for a while.
"Hello? Who's there?" a disembodied feminine voice called out. Before Olivia could answer, a slender but impeccably fit woman emerged from a divider in the middle of the large room at the front of the studio. Pulling a pair of tortoise-shell horn-rimmed glasses from the pocket of her simple black dress, Alinda slipped them over her nose and peered in the direction of the door. The woman was short, with straight jet-black hair that swayed like a curtain when she moved. She had the body of a dancer; everything about her seemed to radiate creative energy and beauty.
