A chilly, early November rain drizzled against the windows of their third story Brownstone apartment. Soft classical music added to the quiet ambience of this lazy Sunday afternoon, a perfect day to be stuck inside.
The spacious living room was cozy warm and the young artist sat on a low, padded stool. Wearing a sleeveless white blouse and bikini panties, Sherry's talented fingers leisurely worked the charcoal over the white canvas, drawing one of her favorite subjects. Centered and posed upon the oval braided rug, her nude lover, Annie, knelt on haunches.
Short, curly hair framed a pretty face and Sherry now concentrated on the finer lines of Annie's petite frame, capturing the exquisite details. Lovely pear shaped breasts were capped with dark brown nipples that seemed to burst from surrounding delicate pink areolas. Soft, brown eyes gazed towards the high ceiling and tanned arms relaxed along smooth tanned legs. Annie's dainty wrists lay across her knees, pressed together bound by an invisible rope.
An almost undetectable sheen of perspiration gleamed within Annie's freckled cleavage, "Are you ready for a break?" Sherry asked, finishing the inverted toes, placing the chalk down and stretching her cramped fingers.
"I am...if you are."
"How about if I make some tea?" Sherry rose and walked to the kneeling woman.
"Maybe...just some water...I could go for that." Sherry knelt down, lightly kissing Annie's forehead and brushed aside a misbehaving curl. Moist lips brushed against an exposed ear, aggressively moved onto her sleek neck and bit softly, causing a delicious tingle over Annie's naked skin.
"Mmm...I love this neck..." Sherry murmured, lightly turning Annie's chin so their eyes met and pressed her supple lips over the awaiting mouth. Tiny electrical sparks were passed back and forth, both sets of wet tongues eagerly dueling.
Breaking the kiss, "Mmm...I love your eyes..." Sherry rasped, brazen fingers cupped the underside of a breast, lewdly tweaking a turgid nipple.
"And...Mmm...God I love these nipples!" Their eyes locked in place Annie's look was glazed as Sherry's fingertips squeezed harder.
"And...okay...everything else too. Guess I just love all of you!" Sherry giggled happily. She sensed seriousness, quiet sadness from her lover's mood and searched her eyes for a clue. Normally lively and bright, Annie now appeared sullen, transformed and delicately withdrawn.
"Sherry?"
"What hon?"
"I've been such a bad girl. You know. I think maybe I need to be punished." Annie's eyes looked down and Sherry began to think. She thought of the two or three times Annie had suggested something like this before. Sherry had assumed it was merely a game and shrugged it off. She remembered the make-believe games she and Paul had innocently played, pretend whippings and the sort.
"How do you think the bad girl should be punished?"
Annie's eyes bore into Sherry's, "She should be spanked and very hard." Sherry noticed the way Annie's bottom lip quivered. Well, if that's what she wants, let's just see how far this will go. Sherry stood, grasping Annie's hand, led her to the sofa and sat down.
"Okay bad girl...lay across my lap..." Annie obediently laying her naked body full length over Sherry's thighs.
~Six Months Earlier~
In the cramped dormitory room, Sherry fretted needlessly over what to wear and after mulling over several choices, she settled on the initial decision anyway. Fixing her hair and makeup for the umpteenth time, Sherry glanced at the neatly lettered invitation atop the dresser. Here we go, she thought.
Two blocks down from the field house, Sherry strode up the smooth stone steps, sucked in her breath and pushed the doorbell of the sorority house. A bright eyed girl with straight blonde hair greeted Sherry with a welcoming smile, took the folded card and ushered her inside.
After thirty minutes of introductions and shaking hands of sisters with names impossible to remember Sherry had that eerie feeling of being alone in a crowd. She'd nibbled on the hors d'oeuvres, a dated Bob Dylan ballad was playing in the background and the room seemed stifling. Do I belong here?
Something or someone caught her attention and Sherry diverted her gaze to the 3 women standing next to the bay window a few feet away. The woman in the middle with short curly hair smiled at her. Hastily scanning the pretty figure wearing a blue dress that highlighted a trim, sleek body, she casually put down the glass tumbler and began to walk towards Sherry. Disconcertingly, her mouth suddenly felt dry.
"Hi! I'm Ann. Everyone calls me Annie..." extending her hand towards the younger girl, "freshman...I assume?"
"Uhh...yes...1st year..." she stuttered, "I'm Sherry..." gripping the offered hand, gratified with instant warmth and a friendliness calming her fears.
"Checking the place out I see. Anything to get out of the dorms, huh?" She teased with openness.
"Well...yes. Thought I'd see what it's all about..." Annie's eyes searched out Sherry's expression, darted about the room, its furnishings and gabbing females, then leaned in close enough that Sherry could smell her light perfume.
"Kind of dull. Huh?" she said with a sly smile.
"Uhh...I don't think. Well...kind of...you know..."
"C'mon...I'll show you around..." Annie grabbed Sherry's elbow, steering the newbie and giving Sherry the ten cent tour while making more introductions and small talk.
"Hey...I've got some chilled wine at the apartment. What do you say we get out of this stuffiness?" Sherry only nodded, taken by Annie's sparkling eyes, her own expression obviously one of relief. Their age difference immaterial, they instantly liked one another.
