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A Rose By Any Other Name - Chapter Eleven By Jeremy Spencer
   "Heather," I gasped.  I didn't know what to say.  How long had she been
standing there?  How much had she heard?  There was really only one thing
to do, so I sucked it up and did it.  "I'm sorry," I said, standing as I
spoke.  I walked over to Heather, unsure of exactly where we stood, but she
silenced the doubts I had running through my mind as she opened up her arms
and launched herself at me.
   "Me too," she cried, dampening my shirt with her tears.  We hugged for a
long time until at last there was a little sound as Dr.  Bergerud stood,
clearing his throat to get our attention.
   "I think I'll go for a walk," he said absently, giving us a wave as he
left his office.  "Yes, I think a walk would be very nice right about now."
Dr.  Bergerud chuckled as he walked down the hall, the sound echoing down
the deserted hallway until he reached the double door leading to the small
courtyard just outside the offices.
   The doors shut and Heather and I looked at each other.  We were
together, alone after almost two months.  I had so many things to say, and
I was terrified to say them.
   "Hi," I said quietly as Heather walked further into the room.  She sat
at a chair beside Dr.  B's desk, her hands in her lap, fitfully twisting a
paper napkin, turning and pulling it to shreds between her fingers.  She
glanced down at my amused smile and shyly put the napkin on the corner of
the desk.
   "Hi," she answered at last, breaking the silence that seemed almost
overbearing in the small office.
   "Hi," I said again, feeling foolish to be repeating myself.  Confidence!
I wanted to scream at myself.  I closed my eyes and took a few deep
breaths, trying to calm down at least a bit, before opening my mouth to
speak.
   "Daniel, I'm..." Heather started, but I finally had enough courage to
shake my head, interrupting her words.
   "I'm sorry," I said.  "I'm so...  so sorry.  I blew it," I continued. 
"There's no question, I blew it."
   "Daniel, stop," Heather said, reaching out to put a finger to my lips,
quieting me immediately.  I had more to say, so much more, but her finger
burned where it touched me.  Her very presence was electrifying, and now
her touch was exhilarating.  I reached up to hold her hand in mine and
brought them down, clasped together.
   "What?" I asked.
   "I need to apologize," she laughed anxiously.  "You can't go first."
   "I have to," I said.  "I have to.  A lot of this is my fault," I went
on, to Heather's obvious amazement.  "A lot of this could have been
avoided, months ago, if I'd just talked to you when I had questions, or was
uncomfortable...  with anything!"
   "But I'm the one..." she started, but now I was the one reaching out my
hand to her.  I pressed a finger against her lips, Heather's eyes widened
as the touch jarred her into silence.  We stared at each other, eyes locked
together, as my finger slowly pulled back from her lips.  I traced a line
up and down her jaw, remembering what it was like to touch her, to be
touched by her.
   Heather shivered as my hand finally slid down past her chin and away,
and I smiled as she unconsciously leaned forward to keep the contact for as
long as possible.  My other hand was still holding hers and I gave a gentle
squeeze.
   "I'm sorry," I repeated.  "I shouldn't have reacted like I did.  I don't
know why you were doing what you did, and I want to know," I said, nodding
slightly that I was serious.  "I need to know why you did some of the
things you did, but..." and here I paused, looking for the right words.
   "What?" Heather asked, during the silence.
   "I'm ready to listen now," I said.  "I wasn't before, but now I am."
   *****
   I'd like to say that after our little reunion, Heather and I returned to
my apartment together, where we immediately jumped in bed together, making
up for so much lost time.  I'd like to say that.
   But that wasn't the case.  We had to talk first; we both knew it,
although I'm sure neither one of us was really looking forward to it all
that much.  But I was confident I would be able to stay calm, and hoped the
talk would go smoothly.
   In fact, though our conversation had not gone as well as I'd hoped it
might, it did go well.  I felt I was much more open-minded than I had been
before, and I certainly kept my calm, but while I didn't allow my temper to
explode like the last time we'd spoken, I certainly had questions.
   "I don't get it," I said.  "This had been going on how long?"
   "I met Stacey at the club," Heather explained again.  "It was right
after I got fired from Pablo's.  You had taken me in, and suddenly I had
this great job."
   "But what happened there?" I asked.  I was convinced something had
occurred at the club, something that I was going to hate hearing about, but
felt I needed to know.  "Is that where you got all those...  ideas?" I
pressed.  The night Heather had tried her bondage games on me was one of
the most frustrating of my life, and I just knew it was somehow related to
her work.
   "Nothing happened there," she answered in frustration.  "I mean, yes,
that's where that came from," she said.  "A lot of the guys at the club
seemed to like being tied up, being dominated, and I thought you might."
   "So you were trying this out at work before you tried it out on me?" I
asked.
   "No!" she said.  "Daniel...  all I did at work, all I did, was act as
hostess.  Not like that," she said when I made a face.  "I brought the
members into the main dining room, took their coats, that kind of thing. 
Nothing more."
   "What about...  the stuff from Stacey?" I asked, knowing that many of
the toys and paraphernalia she had brought home had belonged to Dr.  B's
wife.
   "That had nothing to do with work," she answered.  "Except that's where
I got the idea." She blushed at some memory.  "Nothing happened at work,"
she repeated.  "But sometimes I watched." she blurted, now turning almost
accusing.  "You would have watched too.  It was exciting!"
   I thought of my sister now, naked with Chris on the couch, or even
wandering around the apartment as she often did, and I knew how Heather
felt.  Watching two people, man and woman, two women together, or even one
woman by herself, could be exhilarating, far beyond the rush of watching
two porn actors slamming together on a TV, and I nodded in agreement.
   "Maybe," I said carefully.  "Okay, probably," I agreed.  "But the night
you tried it out on me was definitely not exciting."
   "Then I didn't do it right," Heather groused.  "But you...  you didn't
need to be such an asshole about it."
   "I'm sorry," I said, clenching my fists in frustration.  She's right, I
said to myself.  You know she's right.  Heather was right, my sister was
right, Dr.  Bergerud was right, they were all right...  I had been an
asshole.  I felt as if I'd had every right to be upset, but I hadn't
handled things well at all.  "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"
I repeated, bringing a small smile to Heather's lips.  "I should have
talked with you before."
   "I thought you'd like it," Heather said quietly.  "I was wrong."
   "Maybe not," I replied.  "I sure didn't like it the night you sprung it
on me, but who knows...  maybe you should have taken lessons from Stacey."
I smiled now, feeling we were once again on solid ground.
   "Maybe," Heather answered happily.  "Dan, I'm so sorry," she started
again, but I quickly stopped her apologies.
   "Hold on a sec," I said.  "I just need to know...  what was going on
between you and Stacey the night I walked in on you?" I asked.  "That's
it...  that's all I want to know.  I just need to know what the hell that
was."
   Heather looked down at the floor, her eyes tracing the lines in the
carpet as she paused before answering.
   "Heather?" I asked again.  "What was that?"
   "Stacey," she blurted suddenly, looking close to breaking out in tears.
"That was Stacey's fault."
   "What do you mean?" I asked.  "You were naked, you were whipping her...
I'm sorry if I freaked out, but what did you expect?"
   "I don't know," she said.  "I've always liked girls," she said.  I
wasn't too surprised to hear this from her.  There were too many times we
were together when she commented on how pretty another girl was and I had
certainly been curious, although this was another issue I had never raised
with her.  "I know that's hard for a lot of guys to understand," she
continued, "but I've always been fascinated by them.  My first kiss, my
first experience, was with one of my best friends in junior high.  We
didn't know what we were doing, but it was thrilling.  I felt so alive, so
loved!"
   "What happened?" I asked, wanting to tell Heather how I knew exactly how
two girls could love each other.  Someday I would tell her about my sister,
but now didn't seem the time to go into particulars.  All I could do was
nod in agreement.
   "We grew up, we grew out of it," she replied.  "I started dating boys.
And I loved it!" she exclaimed, blushing a bit at my amused response.  "You
knew that though, didn't you?" she asked.  "Even when I was dating you,
even when we were living together, I needed a woman."
   "Wasn't I enough for you?" I asked, suddenly feeling completely
insufficient and insecure about myself.
   "That's not it!  This has nothing to do with you," Heather said.  "It's
me.  I...  there's something about how I'm wired.  I need men...  God,
right now I need you so bad, but...  I also need women.  I'm sorry."
   "Don't be," I said.  "But, what are we talking about here?  You live
with me and date other women?  The two of us inviting a third person into
our relationship?  What?"
   "I don't know," Heather said miserably.  "Always before I've gone back
and forth, ending a relationship with a guy and moving onto a girl.  That's
what happened right before you, you know.  When I got to college, after
having broken up with my boyfriend, I found someone else, this time a girl,
and we got into a relationship.  A bad one."
   "Bad?" I asked, my jaw tightening in anticipation of what might have
happened.  "Were you hurt?"
   "Not really," she answered.  "More emotionally than physically, I guess.
I thought I was in love again, but then it all went really really bad.
   "Who was she?"
   "You've met her," she said, blushing at something.
   "Who?" I asked.  "I don't think I've met too many of your friends."
   "Not a friend," Heather said emphatically.  "Definitely not a friend. 
Not anymore."
   "Then, who?"
   "Michelle," Heather said, covering her face with her hands.  She looked
at me through her fingers, waiting for my reaction, but I had trouble
placing the name.  The only Michelle I knew was...
   "The waitress from the bar?" I said finally, shocked when Heather
nodded. "You and...  but I thought you hated her!"
   "I do now," Heather said quickly.  "But when I first started working at
the bar, she was nice...  and she was so free with everything.  God, I
envied her.  I knew what she was doing was wrong, but she seemed so at ease
with herself...  so alive!"
   "What happened?" I asked, remembering how there had seemed to be so much
hatred between the two of them.
   "She got out of control, both with me and at work."
   "That bitch," I spat out.
   "It's not that bad," Heather continued.  "Although I think the reason I
got fired so quickly at work was because everyone there knew that the two
of us, Michelle and me, I mean, had been a couple.  I think they all
thought I was doing guys in the bathroom just like she was, and it was easy
to get rid of us both, just to make sure."
   "But they got rid of everyone," I said.
   "Everyone else quit after I was fired," Heather said.  "I felt so bad
for them.  They didn't need to do that, but I appreciated it.
   "That's horrible," I said in amazement.  "She's even worse than I
thought!"
   "Like I said, she didn't really hurt me physically.  It was mostly
emotional, although you've seen the scar from when she did really hurt me."
   "Scar?  The one by your...?" I sputtered, shocked when Heather nodded.
"I thought you said you got that at a concert?"
   Heather shrugged.  "I lied.  What was a going to tell you?  My old
girlfriend got too rough one day and accidentally marked me?" She giggled
at the thought, laughing through the tears still streaking her face.  "That
would have gone over really well with you."
   "Wow," I said.  "I had no idea."
   "Of course you didn't.  I didn't tell you."
   "I don't understand though.  What does this have to do with what I saw
of you and Stacey together?"
   "Nothing directly," Heather said.  "Just...  I wanted you to know where
I came from before I met you, and...  being with a woman was something I
had missed, since...  well, since before Michelle, really, at least before
she got to be too much.  And Stacey seemed open and willing and...  oh God,
experienced."
   "Experienced, how?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to hear the
answer.  Knowing so much of her history from Dr.  Bergerud, I felt I had a
pretty good idea.
   "She's been at the club a long time," Heather said vaguely.  "She knows
what she's doing."
   "Okay, fair enough," I answered.  "But...  what the hell were you
doing?"
   "Having sex."
   "She was tied up and you were whipping her!" I nearly shouted, almost
losing control.  "Is that really what sex is to you?"
   "No!  No, no, no," Heather pleaded.  "It wasn't like that."
   "But I saw you standing there..."
   "Because she wanted me to do that!" Heather shouted back, almost rising
from her chair.  "She wanted me to do that.  I didn't know what to do... 
she wanted to be tied up and...  she said that was the only way she could
get off," Heather said, her voice lowering to a whisper.  "Please believe
me.  I never meant to hurt you."
   I was stunned to find myself agreeing with Heather.  From what Dr. 
Bergerud had told me, both of his early relationship with his wife and
their relationship now, it was obvious Stacey was a major league
submissive. It certainly made her choice of professions a bit strange, as
she was forced to act the dominatrix, but maybe it all made sense somehow.
Maybe...  I didn't know, but I knew what I had to do.
   "She says she has to be...  abused, in order to feel anything," Heather
continued.
   Suddenly I was faced with an image I didn't want to acknowledge.  Dr. 
Bergerud, my teacher and mentor, appeared to be even more twisted than I
had at first imagined.
   "I can't believe he did that to her," I growled, imagining just what I
could do to him before he transfered to another school.
   "Who?" Heather wanted to know.  "Who did what to her?"
   "Her husband," I said angrily.  "Dr.  Bergerud!  The man who was
supposed to love her and cherish her...  he's worse than a rapist."
   "No!" Heather answered vehemently.  "It's not like that at all," she
said.  "Not at all.  Stacey doesn't do the things she does because he's
forcing her to do them.  She stays with him because he does them."
   "What?"
   "Really," Heather answered.  "It's not like that at all.  The two of
them...  they're perfect for each other.  It's not as bad as you think.  I
mean...  it's twisted, and I could never do some of the things she talks
about, but...  they're a complete pair...  a matching set."
   At that moment I realized she was right...  right about one more thing.
From watching Dr.  Bergerud and the things he had said, comments he had
made...  I was suddenly certain Heather was telling the truth.
   "I believe you," I said, pulling Heather to her feet as I stood in front
of her.  "I do.  I don't know how much you really know about Stacey..."
   "A lot," Heather admitted with a small blush.
   "But I do believe you."
   "Thank you," Heather whispered in a small voice.  My heart pounding, I
pulled Heather close, planting a soft kiss on her lips.  She gave a small
shudder and melted into me, her breasts and thighs pressing firmly against
me as we embraced.  I was instantly hard, my erection pressing against her
soft belly, a fact Heather didn't fail to notice.
   "Sorry," I said in some embarrassment, but Heather only pressed against
me more firmly.
   "Don't be," she murmured, her voice muffled against my chest.  "I like
it.  I've missed it."
   "Me too," I said, stroking my hand up and down Heather's back.  I kissed
the top of her head once before slowly pulling back to look at her.  "Can
we try this again?" I asked.  "Will you forgive me for being such an
asshole?"
   "I'll try," she giggled, wiping tears from her eyes.  "Can you forgive
me for acting like such a slut?"
   "I'll try," I agreed, breaking into what was probably the absolute
biggest grin I'd had cause for in quite a while.
   "Me too," she sighed happily, sinking back into my embrace.  "It's the
least we can do, right?" she asked.
   "Right," I agreed.  "Absolutely right."
   *****
   After our chat, Heather and I had decided to go out to eat and get
reacquainted.  It had only been a couple months, and yet it felt like so
much longer.
   "I've missed this," I said, reaching across the table to hold her hand.
We had decided on a little coffee shop by the college and were sitting
there eating sandwiches and talking.
   "Me too," she agreed, squeezing my hand.  "Daniel?" she asked, her
expression suddenly concerned.
   "Yeah?" I asked, missing her anxiety.  "What's up?"
   "I...  I don't know if I'm ready to move back in with you just yet," she
admitted.  "This has all been so sudden, and so painful, that I don't know
if I could just jump right back into living with you."
   "Who says you're invited back?" I teased, realizing too late how harsh
my words sounded.  "Oh, God.  I'm sorry," I said when I saw Heather's
reaction.  "I didn't mean it like that.  Not at all.  The...  the extra
room is kind of occupied right now," I admitted.
   "Oh?  You shacking up with another woman?" Heather teased.  I was glad
to see her spirits were as high as they were and decided to play along, now
that she didn't seem close to tears.
   "Kind of," I said vaguely.
   "Really?" Heather asked, her eyebrow arched in question.  I could tell
she was anxious, but didn't appear worried about it, so I continued.
   "Oh yes," I said.  "A younger woman, in fact.  Almost a girl.  It's
rough, I tell you...  damn difficult.  See, she keeps running around my
place wearing hardly any clothes.  I can't tell you how often I hear her
masturbating furiously in her bedroom.  I've almost joined her a couple
times," I laughed, mildly concerned with how close to the truth that was.
Natalie was still wearing as little as possible around the apartment, and
while I had never entertained serious thoughts of joining her in her
bedroom, I had absolutely joined her in masturbating, her moans fueling my
fantasies as I stroked myself.
   "And will I get to meet this mystery roommate?" Heather laughed, not
believing for a second, I think, how truthful I was actually being.  "I'd
like to see my competition," she huffed.
   "You've seen her before, if I remember correctly," I said.  "You've
never met, but I know you think she's pretty hot."
   "Really?  You kept pictures of beautiful women around our apartment and
I never said anything about it?"
   I could tell Heather was searching her memory, trying to figure out who
I was talking about, so I decided to put her out of her misery.
   "Only one," I said.  "She's excited to meet you, by the way."
   "Who is it?" Heather asked, the exasperation clear in her voice.
   "Natalie," I laughed.
   "Who?"
   "My sister."
   "You goof!" Heather laughed, kicking me under the table.
   "Ow!" I said in a bit of pain.  "Sharp shoes!"
   "Sorry," Heather mumbled through a smile.  I didn't believe her.
   "Funny you should say that though," I said.  "Calling me a goof. 
Natalie agrees with you."
   "Oh?" she said.  "I think I have to meet her.  I like her already."
There was a glint in Heather's eye when I said this and I felt I needed to
jump in again.
   "Hey now, don't get any ideas.  This is my sister!" I said.  "There's no
way the three of us are doing anything together, got it?"
   "Yes, Sir," Heather saluted, but I still felt a bit uneasy about it.
   *****
   My sister and Heather did get along, fabulously in fact as it turned
out. Sometime near the end of September, Heather and I had finally patched
things up enough that she felt comfortable coming to meet my sister.  I was
concerned the two wouldn't get along, but my fears turned out to be
unfounded, to put it mildly.
   Heather and I hadn't been in the apartment more than fifteen seconds
before Natalie bounced out of her room, thankfully clothed in a fairly
respectable set of sweatpants and t-shirt, and wrapped my girlfriend up in
an enormous hug.
   "So glad to finally meet you!" she gushed, acting so boisterous it was
all Heather and I could do to not burst out laughing.
   "It's very nice to meet you too," Heather finally responded, looking at
me with a look of amusement on her face as the younger woman attempted a
bear hug, nearly succeeding in suffocating my girlfriend, from the look on
her face.
   "Natalie, this is Heather," I said, rather unnecessarily.  "You can let
go of her at any time.  I'm sure she'd appreciate it."
   "Duh," she answered.  "Of course it's Heather!" She laughed, finally
releasing the older girl and dragging her into the kitchen.
   "Where are you guys going?" I asked in astonishment.  The entire
exchange had taken less than a minute and suddenly I was alone while the
two girls entertained themselves in the kitchen.
   "Girl talk!" Heather yelled out through the door.  "Keep yourself busy,
okay?"
   "Whatever," I called back, grumbling under my breath about silly girls.
In all honesty however, I was thrilled the two seemed to be getting along.
I planned on Heather spending a lot of time with me at the apartment, and
if there had been any friction between the two women, it would have been
incredibly awkward.  I groused a bit at being left out of the girls'
festivities, but contented myself with thoughts of what I had planned for
this evening.
   As it was, my ideas for a romantic evening alone with Heather were
thwarted when the two girls came rushing out of the kitchen, arm in arm,
laughing hysterically.
   "You didn't!" Heather laughed, turning back to my sister and nearly
falling down in a fit of giggles.
   "He did so," Natalie said gleefully, smirking at me as she too shook
with laughter.  I began to entertain thoughts of yanking Heather away and
making a break for it, but refrained.
   "And just what might you two be talking about?" I asked, not sure I
wanted to know, judging by how the two seemed to be fighting hard to hold
back even more laughter.
   "Nothing," my sister called over her shoulder as she pulled Heather down
the hallway.  "We'll be in your room for a minute," she said just before
the door closed behind the two of them.  There was a moment of silence
before their laughter once again rang through the apartment, even from
behind the closed door.
   "Heather?" I called out.  "Natalie?  What are you guys up to in there?"
I waited for a moment, but there was no response.
   Sighing, I turned on the television to wait out the girls.  At least
they were having a good time together, I thought, even if it is at my
expense.
   *****
   Classes sucked.  Teaching sucked.  If it wouldn't have been for Heather
and my sister, life in general would have sucked.
   As it was, life was glorious.  I didn't remember ever being any happier
than I was this semester, and not even Dr.  Bergerud's constant questioning
made my life any less sunny.
   "Have you thought about it any more?" he asked early in October.  I had
just walked into his office after saying hello to Katie, who was playing
secretary today.
   "Thought about what?" I asked, knowing full well what he was talking
about, but feeling in the mood to tease him a little.
   "About the position you were offered?" he said, sounding upset.
   "Oh.  That," I said, turning as if to leave.  I heard him sputtering
behind me and was glad my back was to him, so he couldn't see the smirk on
my face.  Serves him right, I thought.
   "And have you come to any conclusions?" he said evenly.
   "I have," I said.  "I have decided that the leaves are too pretty and
the weather too nice to stay inside for another moment.  Katie," I called
as I headed out of the office.  "Would you like to go for a walk?"
   Dr.  Bergerud's cry of frustration was enough to keep the two of us
laughing all the way down the hall.
   "I can't believe you did that to him," she said "You really shouldn't,
you know."
   "Why not?" I asked.  "It's a beautiful day outside and I'm the happiest
man on Earth.  My girlfriend is back, my sister likes her.  Why shouldn't I
have a little fun?"
   "Daddy's under a lot of pressure right now," Katie said.  Her tone was
friendly, but there was an underlying note of seriousness in what she said
and I quickly stopped my silliness and looked over at her.
   "Really?  What's going on?"
   "It's this whole new job, and trying to figure out who's going to take
over for him," she said.  "It's getting to him."
   "I'm sorry," I shrugged.  "I told him during the summer that I would
consider it, and I am.  I really am.  This hasn't been the easiest year for
me so far," I said as Katie grimaced.  She knew what was going on in my
life, and had been supportive of me, even when I wasn't at my best.  "I
promise I'll let him know as soon as I come to some sort of decision."
   "Thanks," she said, taking my arm and snuggling up to me for warmth. 
"I'll let him know; it'll mean a lot to him."
   "So, how's life going for you?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"I hardly see you around the office."
   "Yeah," she snorted.  "Like you care.  The more Heather, the merrier,
right?"
   She was close.  As Katie had taken on fewer and fewer hours, Heather's
schedule had of course increased, until it seemed as if she was there
almost as often as I was.  At first I'd hated it and for a while work had
been awkward because of my unease around Heather.  However, once the
weather of our relationship went from stormy to only slightly cloudy, and
now finally to sunny, I looked forward to work, knowing that at eight
o'clock on the dot, the love of my life would walk through the office
doors.
   "Absolutely," I said, grinning like an idiot, no doubt.  "But seriously,
how's life treating you?"
   "Good," she said after a moment's hesitation.  "I'm...  I'm still
looking though, you know?" Katie had broken off a relationship with a
long-time boyfriend just after school had started for the semester and was
feeling as lonely as I had felt during the summer.
   "I'll let you know if I run across any cute guys," I told her.
   "I'd settle for a cute girl," she sighed.  "At this point I could go
either way."
   I didn't say anything, but found myself playing matchmaker in my head,
wondering if Katie and Natalie would be interested in each other.  It would
certainly make things easier for me, although I didn't know if I was
thrilled about the possibility of my sister hanging around Stacey all that
often.  I didn't blame Katie's mom, at least not entirely, for the
falling-out Heather and I had.  We were all to blame for that, maybe not
all in equal parts, but certainly Stacey wasn't entirely responsible. 
Still, the thought of Katie and my sister as a couple didn't seem all that
far-fetched, and I made a mental note to broach the sister with Natalie the
next time I saw her.
   "You ready to go back?" I asked, finally recognizing that Katie was
beginning to shiver in the cool fall air.
   "Yes," she said quickly, clenching down to keep her teeth from
chattering.  I apologized to Dr.  Bergerud for my attitude on the way back,
but he brushed it off.
   "I understand," he said.  "Just let me know, okay?"
   "Deal."
   *****
   That same night when I got home, I mentioned the possibility to Heather
of Katie and Natalie as a possible couple.
   "I love it!" she said, clapping her hands together in her excitement. 
She had come over for dinner and we were sitting on the sofa together, arms
and legs tangled together under a quilt my grandmother had made.  "I can't
believe you mentioned it though," she said, sounding almost accusing.
   "Mentioned what?" I asked.  "I didn't tell Katie about it, if that's
what you're thinking," I explained.  "I definitely wanted to run it by
Natalie first.  And I wanted to ask you about it."
   "Why me?" Heather asked.
   "Because who knows?  I mean, it could eventually lead to Natalie and
Katie getting a place together," I said.
   "And?"
   "And I'd have all this extra room around here," I said, leaving the
invitation for Heather to move back in unstated.
   "Really?" she said, perking up immediately at the idea.  "And you think
you know someone who might like to fill the vacancy?"
   "I can think of one," I said, pulling Heather close.  I could feel her
heart beating in her chest as she leaned against me.  I took a deep breath,
my senses going into overdrive as I felt her touch and smelled her scent
all at once.  It had been so long that the experience was almost
overpowering.
   "You okay?" Heather asked, a look of serious concern on her face.  I
smiled gently in response.
   "Perfect," I said.  "Couldn't be better."
   We sat there for a moment longer, enjoying each other's company, when
Heather spoke up again.
   "You know," she said.  "If I'm going to be moving in here, I think I
should try out everything, don't you?"
   "I suppose," I said, believing I knew where this was leading.  "What did
you have in mind?" I asked.
   "Well, I've already seen the kitchen and the bedroom, and the living
room of course," she said looking around.  But I didn't get a really good
look at your bedroom the other day," she said, smiling hopefully up at me.
   "And you think you might like to take a deeper look at it?" I asked,
grinning at Heather's apparent eagerness to jump in bed with me.
   "I think it would be a good idea," she said, pressing herself more
tightly against me.
   "Are you sure?" I asked.  I knew we had been kind of tip-toeing around
the subject.  We were almost completely comfortable with each other now,
but things still got awkward at times, and the thought of becoming
completely intimate like that, and what might happen if things went wrong,
gave me butterflies.
   "Completely sure," she said.  "Now get up, I want to try it out."
   "The bed?" I asked.
   "Among other things," she grinned, pulling me to my feet.
   At that, I found myself almost immediately erect and lagged behind as
Heather led me to the bedroom.
   "What?" she asked, turning halfway around to look at me.  I know her
eyes saw the obvious bulge poking out from my slacks and her eyes flicked
back to my face, a hint of amusement in her expression.  "See something you
like?" she asked, giving her butt an extra wiggle as she continued.
   I gave a groan of appreciation and hurried to catch up with her, just
catching her as we reached the door to my room.
   "It's not very clean at the moment," I said by way of an apology.  "I
wasn't expecting...  visitors," I said lamely.
   "That's fine," she grinned.  "And besides, who says I don't want to get
dirty?" She continued on into my room, jumping on my bed and spinning
around to face me, her legs spread slightly as she looked expectantly up at
me.  "Hurry," she said.
   "I'm hurrying," I laughed.  Our eyes met as we both hurriedly removed
our clothing.  Heather was more beautiful than I remembered as she shyly
pulled her blouse from her shoulders, revealing her breasts, encased in a
shiny pink bra.  My cock was rock hard as I frantically pulled my shirt up
and over my head, pausing only to watch as Heather turned away from me,
slipping her skirt down around her ankles.
   "Oh, God," I groaned as I caught sight of the firm cheeks of her ass,
bare because of the tiny thong she was wearing.  "Where did you get that?"
I said, reaching out to run my finger over her smooth skin.
   "You like it?" she teased, reaching out to run her hand up and down my
turgid length.  "Never mind," she giggled, stroking more forcefully as I
pushed myself into her palm.  "I guess you do."
   "You have no idea what you do to me," I groaned as I moved her hand
temporarily to allow myself to quickly shed my remaining clothing.  We were
naked together, finally naked, and I wasted no time in pulling Heather into
a fierce embrace.
   "I don't want to lose you again," I said between kisses.  Our hands
worked feverishly as we teased and pulled at the other's sensitive flesh.
   "You won't," Heather gasped as my hands worked down over her abdomen,
gently teasing her belly before dipping lower to brush through the hair she
had allowed to grow back during our time apart.  I dropped to my knees,
breaking her contact with my prick, which bobbed in the air in front of me,
and leaned closer, smelling the scent of her arousal.
   "Don't move," I whispered, leaning down to run my face down and around
her pubic area.  "Just enjoy this." Her mound was already soaked with her
fluids as I teased at her flesh, first running my fingers alongside her
puffy labia, before pressing lightly against her still covered clit. 
Heather gasped as I used my fingers to separate her outer lips, tugging
gently on the soft skin as I reached out with my tongue, sliding it along
her damp slit.
   "Oh, oh, oh," she panted above me.  I could already feel her legs
starting to shake and carefully pushed her back on the bed.  Heather looked
down at me, her fingers tangled in my hair.  She smiled at me lovingly
before pushing me back down.  I had a job to do and went at it willingly.
   Staying away from the sensitive flesh of her clit and vestibule, instead
focusing on stroking her thighs, bringing mewls of pleasure as my hands
danced over her flesh.  Moving ever closer to her vulva, I dipped my head
down, taking another long swipe at her pussy.  First up one side and then
down the other, again ignoring her most sensitive areas.  My goal here was
for a long, slow buildup, not a sudden, crashing orgasm.  I knew I was on
edge from the excitement, and Heather's wetness and her swollen and open
lips told me she was just as excited, but I wanted this to last.
   "Lay back," I told her, pressing my hands firmly against the top of her
slit.  I could feel her clit, already hard and extended, through her hood
and gently wiggled my fingers over the covering, causing Heather to gasp at
the sensation.  Blowing warm air gently between the damp lips of her pussy,
I carefully pulled at the labia, exposing the bright pink flesh between. 
"You're so beautiful," I said as I leaned in.
   Heather's juices had begun to pool at her opening and I quickly lapped
up the tangy liquid, smacking my lips so loudly that Heather began giggling
in embarrassment.
   "Stop it," she said, threatening to clamp her legs shut around me.  I
resisted, using my leverage and strength to carefully pin her back to the
bed.
   "Can't help it," I said.  "This is what you do to me."
   "I love what you're doing to me," Heather replied breathlessly, her
voice rapidly turning to a high-pitched keen as I again lapped at her
juices, running my tongue up and down her length, paying more attention to
the bundle of nerves just now beginning to peek out from under its hood.
   "More," was Heather's only request as I traced a gentle circle around
her clit, wiggling the flesh, now firmed from her passion.  As Heather's
breathing became heavier I wet a finger in the sticky liquids draining from
her pussy and gently inserted a finger into her wetness.
   "I'm going to fuck you," I said, slowly probing my finger into her
depths.  "I'm going to spread your legs wide open and penetrate your body,"
I promised, the speed of my finger increasing to match the spasms around it
as Heather's arousal increased.
   "Fuck me," she said.  "You can fuck me as long as you want, but let me
come," she pleaded.
   "Soon," I said, slowly pulling my finger out of her clutching tunnel.  I
felt her muscles contracting around my digit, trying in vain to pull me
back in, and when I cleared her outer lips she gave a moan of
disappointment.
   With my finger, still wet with her juices, I traced a line up her torso
and under her soft breasts.  Reaching higher, I traced first one hard
nipple, then the other as Heather arched her back, pressing her breasts
more firmly against my hand.  Teasingly, I pulled away, bringing another
groan from her lips, before quickly standing to my feet.
   Heather immediately looked at me, her eyes hot with lust as she caught
sight of my erection.
   "Put it in me," she demanded, reaching down with her fingers to spread
herself wide for me.  "I'm ready for you.  Take me now," she pleaded.
   "I'm not going to last very long," I apologized in advance.  "It's been
so long for me," I explained as I rubbed the fat head of my prick between
her lips, finally seating myself at her opening.
   "I'm almost there," Heather cried out.  "Do it, do it, do it!"
   Waiting no further, I pressed steadily forward, groaning as I felt
myself enveloped in her warmth and wetness.  She was tighter than I
remembered, her inner muscles far more active around my shaft.  With a
start I realized that she was already in the midst of her orgasm and the
thought caused my own climax to hurry forward.
   Feeling the cum boiling up from my balls I leaned over, pressing my
mouth to hers in a fit of passion.  Our tongues sought out each other, our
mouths frantically twisting and sliding around as my balls pulled up tight
against my body.
   "Here I come," I warned loudly.  As my sperm flowed through my shaft I
pressed ahead as far as I would go until our groins were sliding against
one another.  Finally, when I wondered if I could stand it any longer, I
felt myself explode inside her.  Heather screamed as she felt me coating
the inside of her pussy with my sperm, my motions jerky and spasmodic as my
orgasm crashed through me.
   I may have blacked out for a moment because the next thing I knew, the
two of us were lying side by side on the bed, still joined together.
   "Oh my God," I moaned, reaching around to cup her breasts in my hands.
Heather simply sighed in pleasure at my touch.  We spoke no further words,
falling asleep in each other's arms, but my last thought was that after so
long apart, it was good to finally be home.
   End Chapter Eleven
  
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