Story: New Experiences (all chapters)

Tyla walks up four flights of stairs in an old apartment block until she reaches her door.  She unlocks door and almost falls in, dropping her suitcase and backpack on the wooden floor.  She looks around the large open area that has a couch, two beanbags and dinning table with only three chairs.  She can see various rooms leading off the main area.  She sighs.  It’s not at all what she expected.

“Hello there!”  Tyla turns to see a shaggy and slightly over-weight guy rising from the couch.  “You must be the girl that’s sharing my room.”

Tyla laughed nervously.  “Ah no, I was told I had my own room.  I’m Tyla.”

“Oh right, you’re the country chick.  I’m Gerrick.  Guess that’s your room over there.”

Tyla acknowledges and drags her stuff inside.  She opens up the blinds and looks around at the double bed, a side table with a lamp and a small desk for studying.  “Wow, it’s small!”

Gerrick leans against the doorframe and winks.  “Yeah, well my room is bigger.”

Tyla smiles slightly.  “It’s okay, this will do fine.  How many people share this place?”

“Well that depends.  Three actually pay rent, then there’s the crash-overs after parties and drop-ins.  Sometimes we have as many as ten people.”

“Bathrooms?”

“Only one and if you don’t get up early, you get cold water.  But being country, you should be used to cold water,” he jokes.

She bit her lip.  “Yeah, we like to bathe in creeks,” she growls out.

“Really?”

Tyla rolls her eyes.

“Cool!  Look, I have to pay my rent so if you like, I can take your money down to the keeper of this dump,” offers Gerrick

“Ah, no thanks, I paid last week.”

“Really?  Well, as long as you paid your bond I guess they can’t take your room away.”

“Bond?  Nothing was said about a bond.  How much is it?” asked Tyla, getting worried.

“It’s $150.  I’m going that way, so if you give me the money I can pay it for you.” Gerrick smiles sweetly.

“Umm . . . okay.”  Tyla pulls money from her bag and hands it over to Gerrick.  “Can I get a receipt so I can claim it?”

Gerrick takes the money.  “What?  Oh yeah, sure.  Later, sweet thing.”

Tyla has a nagging feeling about what she had just done, but Gerrick seemed like a nice guy.  Later on during the day she hears the front door open and two voices enter.  She walks out of her room and is greeted by two more apartment dwellers.

John is 26, very athletic and studying engineering.  Julie is 22 and studying for an arts degree.

John gets the girls some drinks and they begin to get acquainted.  Tyla tells them that she didn’t know about the bond until Gerrick told her.  Garrick offered to make the payment for her, so she gave him the money.

Julie groaned and John just shook his head.

“Tyla, you shouldn’t have given him the money.  There is no bond.”

Julie nods in agreement.

“But he seemed so nice.”

“So do strays, but if you keep feeding them, they keep pestering you,” said John.

“Well, if I ask, I’m sure he’ll give it back.”

Julie shrugged.  “I doubt it.  He never has any money of his own.  I think it’s gone.  Look, nice to meet you honey, but I have to head off."  She hugs Tyla and walks out.

Tyla groans, “I’m not going to survive the next five years.”

John smiles.  “You’ll be fine.  Welcome to the mad house.”

“Does anyone study around here?” asks Tyla.

John laughs as he heads to his room.  “Study?  As little as possible.  Enjoy the culture Tyla, and trust no one, especially Gerrick.”

Over the course of the next two weeks, Tyla bugged Gerrick, but he kept fending her off saying he was mugged and the money was not his problem.

One morning, loud banging at the front door awakens Gerrick.  He opens the door and three large Goths barge in and look around.

“I think you’ve got the wrong place, Costumes are the next level down,” laughed Gerrick.

The tallest of the three walks over.  “I’ll bet you’re Gerrick.”

“Yeah, what’s it to you.”

“Just the fella we come to see.”

“For what?” Gerrick starts getting nervous as the other two move in on him.

“I’m Z and you’re in big trouble for scamming Ty.”

“Yeah, ripping her off like that so uncool,” adds another.

“Yeah, uncool,” the third Goth completes the chorus.

“Well, I was . . . I am, I am going to pay her back . . . really!” Gerrick is backing away.

The three follow closely, yet to lay a hand on him.

“Well, you can just give it to me now.  If not, we’ll just take it,” growled Z.

“I don’t have it!  Really, I haven’t got the money!” whines Gerrick.

John walks in from his gym work out.  “Who’re your friends, Gerrick?”

Gerrick moves toward John.  “They’re not my friends.  They’re trying to shake me down for money I, uh . . . borrowed from Tyla.”

John takes a drink from his water bottle.  “Really, well I’ll just leave you guys to it.  Tyla hiring hit men, who would have thought?”

Z walked over to John squaring off and matching his height.  “We’re here to get her money back, so who’s coughing up?”

John growled, “Hey, if she was naïve enough to believe Gerrick, it’s not my beef.”

“She’s only 19.  It’s her first time on her own and you wankers had to take advantage,” growled Z.

The other two Goths closed in on John.  “Yeah, wankers preying on her.”

Tyla walks in and sees the developing situation with her roommates.

“Zenith, no!  I didn’t mean for you to come.”

“Hey, Ty!”

“Hi Danti, your hair’s grown back.   Hey Darrol.”  Tyla grabs Z and pulls him aside.

“What are you three doing here?”

“You said you got fleeced and were scared.  Dad said you’re thinking of going home.”

“I said I missed home and I was stupid.”  She throws her arms around Z.  “I do miss you, mum and dad”

John looks at the exchange and turns to Danti.  “So he’s the boyfriend?”

“Nah, her brother.  Her very, very protective brother.”

Z notices Gerrick heading to the door.

“Hey!  You don’t you leave until you give Ty her money,” bellows Z.

“Let it go Z.  It’s okay” pleads Tyla.

John is enjoying Gerrick’s cowering position.  “No . . . I do believe you should give her money back, Gerrick.”

“Got it!”  They all turn to see Darrol coming out of Gerrick’s room with rolls of money and bag of grass.

“Hey!  You can’t fucking well touch . . .”  Z grabs Gerrick’s shirt and gets in his face.

“You took advantage of my sister.  There’s nothing you own that isn’t mine now.”

Z grabs the money, counts out $150 and gives it to Tyla. “The rest is my petrol money.”

“Z!” pleads Tyla.

“And the grass, lets just say it’s present for me being so easy on you.”

Z hugs his sister.  “Okay, I’m going.  But you take care and don’t trust anyone.”

John laughs.

The other two Goths hug Tyla. “Keep it cool baby sister.”

Z looked at Gerrick and held a finger out.  “If I hear you upset her again, it’ll be more than your stash I’ll be taking . . . dig it?”

Gerrick nodded and they left.

Later that night over dinner, John is filling Julie in on the confrontation between Gerrick and the Goths.  Julie is laughing, but Tyla just smiles and shrugs.  “Poor Gerrick.”

“He deserved what he got and I wish I could have seen it.  Your brother’s a hit man,” chuckles Julie.

Tyla laughs.  “No, and please don’t say anything to Gerrick, but Zenith, Darrol and Danti . . . well they belong to a performing arts company.  It was all an act.”

John choked on his dinner.  “Actors?  They where just acting?”  John begins laughing.

Tyla smiles.  “Zenith is a lovely guy but he’d no sooner step on a daisy than punch anyone.”

“Shit!  He’s a brilliant actor.  He should have his own academy,” laughs John.

The roommates occasionally hang out on the flat roof outside Julie’s bedroom.  It’s decorated with an odd assortment of discarded furniture.  John and Julie sit outside to talk, laugh, smoke and drink.  Tyla tries to study, but she can’t help but get caught up in the habits of her roommates.  The roof looks down onto another apartment roof that is decked out with rugs and pillows, but Tyla has never seen anyone outside.

Early one afternoon Tyla hears a commotion outside her door and sticks her head out to see John holding an arm full of beers.

“Hey, what’s happening?” asked Tyla.

John disappears outside the window and calls out, “The show’s about to start!  C’mon Tyla, time for you to broaden your experience.”

Tyla climbs out and sits on the side of the wall overlooking the roof below.  Three girls, two blondes and one brunette arrange the cushions and set up a camera in front of them.

“Ah, what they doing?” asks Tyla.

“Shhh, just watch,” says Gerrick.

Julie gets up to leave.  “Nah, it’s nothing.  I’ve seen this before.  ‘Bout time they changed their routine.”

Tyla looks down.  The girls either don’t know they’re being watched, or don’t care.

One blond takes her top and lies down on a pillow.  She has the biggest breasts Tyla has ever seen . . . in her limited experience.  The second blond also removes her top, straddles the first and begins rubbing oil over her friend and herself.

Tyla's eyes are fixed as she holds her breath.

The girls start massaging each other’s breasts before sliding over each other, kissing and fondling.

Tyla feels herself blushing.  She’s fixated on the semi-naked brunette slipping between the two blondes.

Tyla feels unusually aroused.  The brunette has feminine curves and tattoos on her shoulder and the base of her spine. She seems to know just where to touch each of the blondes, who are moaning with pleasure.  They finally finish and the brunette turns the camera off.

The girls are startled when John, Gerrick and another guy start hooting and clapping.  “Encore, encore!”

The brunette looked up and nodded.  “Settle down, boys.”  Her eyes met Tyla and the look was so intense that Tyla gets up quickly to leave and falls back into the flowerpot.  The guys laugh and the three girls go back inside.

Tyla asks about the performance and is told that the three girls are also from the university.  They earn money running a website for viewing girl-on-girl action.

“Are they . . . gay?”  Tyla is trying to get her head around the whole visual experience she has just witnessed.

“Oh, one is gay, but the other two are straight,” said John

“Which one?” asks Tyla.

John laughs.  “You’ll never guess.”

“I have no idea.  I couldn’t even tell if any of them were . . . straight.”

“It’s the brunette.”

“What, really?  No way!”

Gerrick laughs.  “Yeah, what a waste of a good-looking chick.  It’s a crime she’ll only give herself to another girl.”

Tyla frowned.  “But she’s . . . ”

“Hot!”  Grins John.

“Well I guess . . . but not that I’m interested!  I just . . . ”  She sees John looking at her and hits him.  “Stop it!”

"What?” he asks innocently and begins laughing.

“Stop thinking that!” she scowls.

“I’m not thinking anything.”

“You are so, you’re thinking about me and her,” groans Tyla at the thought.

John grins.  “Honestly, I’m not, Tyla.”

Gerrick laughs.  “Now that I think about it . . . wow!  What a hot pair you’d make.”

“You’re sick Gerrick!  Tyla ends the conversation by going to her room and slamming the door.

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Tyla is waiting in the café line at the university, when three chatting girls line up behind her.  Tyla feels a tap on her shoulder.

“Hey, aren’t you the country girl that’s moved into number 10?”

Tyla turns around to face the voice and blushed at the sight of the three website stars.  “Ah, yeah,  I’m Tyla.”

“Hey, Tyla’s a good screen name,” said one of the blondes.

Tyla blushes and tries to avert her eyes.

The brunette smiles.  “Hi, I’m Ray, this is Sophie.” pointing to the girl with long blond hair, “and this is Michelle . . . ”

“With the big tits,” Michelle adds.  The three girls laugh, but Tyla just smiles nervously.

“So did you like our performance yesterday?” asks Ray.

“Uh, I really didn’t see much,” lies Tyla, simply wanting to evade the conversation.

“You can make a lot of money from it,” said Sophie.  “Guys will pay $20.00 just to see four minutes of two girls kissing.”

“Um, that’s interesting.”  Tyla is moving down the line as quickly as possible.

Tyla finds an empty seat, but the girls join her.  They talk about how Ray had started off their business.

“So, do you like doing it?” asks Tyla, now beginning to take an interest in the girls.

“Hell yeah!  Where else do I get to play with cute blonde puppies?”

Michelle laughs.  “She’s referring to my tits again.  Get off it Ray!”

Tyla blushes and keeps eating, but she finds it difficult while feeling Ray’s eyes on her.

“What?” asks Tyla, a little more defensive.

“Nothing, it’s just that you look so young.  Listen, if you want to earn some money . . . ”

“No!  I’m not like that!” Tyla snaps.

“Hey, hey, I didn’t mean to upset you.  You just look so sweet and like I have this perfect theme.”

“Look, I respect your hobby and your choice of sexuality, but they’re not mine!”

“It’s only fun, nothing serious,” says Michelle.

“We don’t get off on it,” says Sophie.  “It’s just a business.”

“You guys are probably nice people and I’d would never have guessed any of you were gay.  I mean, you don’t even look it, Ray.”  Tyla feels herself sinking and jumps when Ray gets to her feet.

“For your information, not all lesbians are butch!  You should get out more country girl.  Don’t dis what you don’t know about.”

Tyla starts to apologize, but Ray storms off.

“Fuck!” hissed Tyla.  “God I hate this place.  If I’m not getting ripped off I’m putting my foot in it.”

“Ah, she’s just temperamental, she’ll get over it.”  Michelle grabs Ray’s milkshake.  “Well, guess she won’t be needing this.”

That night Gerrick, John and Tyla go to the university bar.  They’re mingling, when Tyla sees Ray playing pool.  She buys two beers and heads over.

Ray stands up and groans.  “Well, if it isn’t little miss stereotype.”

“Please Ray, I really am sorry.  Would you like a beer?” Tyla pleads.

Ray turns her back on Tyla.  “Yeah . . . well, whatever.”

“Oh for christ-sake!  Will someone in this fucking town cut me some slack!  I never grew up in a big city.  I don’t know what’s the norm or what’s stereotypical.  Hell, we only get one TV channel back home!” whines Tyla.

“Really?” said another girl at the table.

“Actually three, but only one is clear enough to watch.  But that doesn’t matter.  I’m sorry, now you can either take the beer or I can give it to some stranger that I have no doubt already insulted unintentionally.”

Ray takes the beer and watches Tyla leave.

Tyla is fuming when she gets back to her friends at the bar. “Fuck!  What a hard case!  Are all lesbians like that, or is it just her?”  John and Gerrick are silent.

Tyla feels someone breathing on her neck . “Why don’t you just ask her yourself?”

Tyla groans, “Again with the foot.”  She drops her head and turns around to face Ray.

“Alright, you, me, outside.”

Ray drags Tyla to the door.  Tyla struggles, not wanting to fight with Ray.

Once outside, Ray faces Tyla and notices her stepping back quickly.  “Hey, I’m not going hurt you."

"I sure didn’t get that impression.”

“Okay, I’ll cut you some slack.  We got off on the wrong foot, mainly yours, but I’m a forgive and forget girl.”

“You reckon?” mumbles Tyla.

Ray looks into Tyla’s eyes.  “Right, so whatever you want to know, come to the source and don’t beat around the bush.  Just come to me and I’ll fill you in as best as I can.”

“Well I don’t know.  Now that I’m on the spot, I can’t think of anything to ask.  I’m all flustered,” admits Tyla.

Ray smiles and winks. “I’ve been known to have that affect on women.”

“Ray, that’s not what I meant.”

“Okay, okay, but in the future, if you want to know something, come to me, because whatever those two boys tell you is probably crap.”

It’s a week before Tyla’s exams and she’s sure everyone is trying their hardest to stop her from studying.  The house is filled with parties, loud music and the smell of pot. 

Late in the afternoon Tyla is banging in the kitchen, slamming doors and grumbling.  John comes in seeking the source of the noise.

“I want to make myself a coffee and there isn’t any fucking milk.  I always have to get the milk!” yells Tyla.

“I got it last time!” yells Gerrick

“Oh right, and left it outside until it went bad and then I had to get more!”  Tyla slams the fridge in frustration.

“Studies not going too well?” asks John.

“Study?  Who the fuck studies?  It’s just one big fucking party around here!  I can’t take it any more!” whined Tyla.

Julie stuck her head inside “Hey, Gerrick and I are going out so we can give you some space.  You coming, John?”

Tyla groaned, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to get so upset.”

Julie hugs a distressed Tyla.  “Shhhh, as long as one of us studies it makes us all look good.”

John looks sympathetically at Tyla.  “I think I’ll help grumpy study for a bit and join you guys later.”

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Tyla walked the floor in the main room punching her leg each time she got a quiz question wrong.

“Come on Tyla, you got this right before.  You have to concentrate.”

“Damn!  I might as well admit it, I’m going to fail.”

John climbed off the table and grabbed Tyla.  “You’re not going to fail, you’re just tired, take a break.”

“What I want is to take my brain out and shake it around to wake it up!”  Tyla’s dramatics are getting louder.

John starts to laugh.

“Now he laughs.”  Tyla lowers her head.

“Hey c’mon, you just need to relax.”  John lifts her chin, drops his lips onto hers in a gentle kiss, then turns to walk off.

Tyla grabs him by the shirt.  “What the hell was that all about?”

“Just something to help you relax and calm down.  Now, let’s get back to studying.”

Tyla stands motionless, gazing into John’s eyes.

John kicks the door to his room closed.  They kiss passionately, his lips soon taking to Tyla’s neck.  His hands slip under her T-shirt feeling her breasts.  Tyla is gasping at his touch.

He pulls her shirt over her head and their lips find each other again.  John pushes Tyla to the bed as their hands roam over each other’s body.  Tyla’s head is spinning and she pushes John slightly.

John tries to catch his breath.  “What . . . what’s the matter?”

“Just slow down a bit.  I can’t breathe and think at the same time.” gasps Tyla.

“So you want to study now?”

“Hell no!  It’s just . . . do you have any . . . you know . . . ”

“Condoms?  Yes, I have condoms.”  He kisses her slowly and deeply as she lets him remove the remainder of her clothes.  He slips his finger into her and begins to explore.  Tyla backs up and breaks their kiss.

“John . . . I’ve never done this before.”  She blushes and puts her hands over her face in an attempt to cover her embarrassment.

John removes his hands and strokes her face.  “That’s okay.  Thanks for telling me. I promise I’ll go slower.’

Tyla nods and they return to kissing.  The passion builds quickly and John begins to gently guide himself into her when he feels her flinch.

“Tyla?”

“It’s okay, just keep going a little at a time,” she pants.

He slowly works up a rhythm and feels Tyla shuddering under him.  She grabs him hard, pulling him down.  She moans louder and louder as each wave of the climax flows through her. .  John reaches his final moment and groans loudly.

They lay on the bed facing each other.

“Tyla, you’re smiling.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet I am.”

“So I take it you enjoyed it?”

“Well, it wasn’t the most mind blowing sex I’ve had”

John looks surprised “you said you never done it before!”

Tyla laughs  “Well, I just thought you wanted to hear that.”

John collapses on the bed and Tyla on top of him.

“Just teasing, John.  You are my first.”

“I tried to be gentle, you know.”

“To break me in?” laughs Tyla.

“Well . . .” says John trying to judge Tyla’s sense of humor.

“My god, you must think I’m all so delicate.  Jeez, you’ve just taken me for a test-drive, John.  I think we can take it out of first gear.”

Tyla squeals as John gently slaps her ass.  “You want out of first, li’l country girl?” he growls.

“Yeah, how many gears you got?”

“Start counting, baby!”

They wrestle for a moment before John has his way.  Tyla becomes louder and louder, begging for it harder and faster.  Then everything becomes silent.

Tyla opens her eyes and looks over to see John asleep on his back, naked.  She smirks to herself and covers her face.

“Oh . . . my . . . god,” she whispers.  She rolls away, gets up and dresses quietly.  She creeps out of the room and closes the door.  She turns around to find Julie sitting at the table drinking coffee.  Tyla blushes.

Julie grins.  “See, when I study, I actually use text books.” She pushes Tyla’s law books with her foot.

Tyla shrugs and smiles.

“Now if I knew law included sex tutorials, I would repeat the semester.”

“I was uptight . . . from studying.”

“Really?”  Julie is attempting to hold back a smirk.

Tyla goes to the kitchen.

“Ah, I used last milk.”

“Damn!” groans Tyla.

“But you can share my coffee if you tell me what John’s like in bed.”

Tyla sits down next to Julie.  “If you think I’m going to brag . . .”

Julie takes back the coffee but Tyla grabs it.  “Fucking off the ceiling!  Once he got past the delicate flower thing, I couldn’t stop him.  Fuck, I couldn’t even slow him down!”

“And why would you want to?” said an excited Julie.

“Not me, I gave him the reins!”  She stopped and dropped her head.  “Jeez, I can’t believe I just had sex with . . .”

“Who’s having sex?”  both girls turn to see Gerrick entering the room.

“No one,” said Tyla

“Well then, may I ask who the hell was shouting from the fucking chandeliers in Johnny’s room?”

Tyla grabbed the coffee and disappeared into her room.

For the next few days, John and Tyla danced around each other awkwardly until finally they agreed to accept their sexual encounter as simply a wonderful experience.  Staying friends was more important.

Tyla had completed two exams and was studying for her final.  She was sitting on the roof with her textbook, revising her notes.  She looked over the edge to see Ray on her back sunbathing topless.  Tyla grinned and shook her head.  She went back to her notes but couldn’t help smirking.

“What’s so funny?” called voice below.

Tyla peered over to see Ray sitting up with her sunglasses on her head.  “It’s nothing, I’m just trying to read my notes.  Have my final exam tomorrow.”

Ray grins.  “Really, and John isn’t helping you?”

“Oh fuck, does everyone in this building know?” groaned Tyla.

“Well, that depends on who you confided in.”

“Julie.”

“Ha, miss gossip queen!” laughed Ray,  “You tell her anything and wham! it’s out there.”

“Great!  Don’t lend money to Gerrick.  Don’t study with John.  Don’t stereotype lesbians.  And now, don’t tell secrets to Julie . . . Yaaaaah!”

“So you wanna hand with your notes?” grins Ray.

“I’m not handing out sex to everybody.” laughs Tyla

Ray stands up.  “No . . . I’m serious. I’ve got nothing on at the moment.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

“Does my nakedness make you feel uncomfortable.”  Ray stands closer to the wall, giving Tyla an eyeful.

“Listen, I used to go skinny dipping in the reservoir with my friends.  No, you just make me think of home.  You know, the cows are due for milking about now,” reminisces Tyla.

“Fuck off!” growls Ray, “You see my tits and they remind you of cows?  They ain’t that bad.  I work out.”

“I didn’t mean . . . stop twisting everything.  If you want to help me study fine, but could you put a top on.”

Ray dresses and climbs up onto wall.  Tyla helps her and they sit on the couch.  Ray leans back and grabs Tyla’s notes.

“Okay, let’s see.”  Ray flips the pages over and frowns.  “I don’t think I can help you.  I’ve never heard of some of this.  The words are like a different language,” moans Ray.

“It’s okay,” reassures Tyla.

“Damn, you are one smart girl!  Just looking at this book makes me feel inadequate.”

“Ray, you’re smart!  Heck, you have your own website, making movies and money.  I keep forgetting my login and password.  We’re just smart in different areas.”

“Okay, now you’re philosophizing and it’s freaking me out.  Anyway I have social catastrophes to deal with.”

Tyla closes her book.  “I’m so over this studying.  So, what social catastrophes?”

“Nah, you wouldn't be interested.”

“Listen, drama queen, just tell me.”

“Fine . . . there's this women’s dance tonight.  We're supposed to bring a woman along and leave with one.”

“Okay, so what's the problem?”  Tyla is becoming somewhat interested.

“Well, I don’t have anyone to take,” she admitted.

“I thought you had a girl friend.” asked Tyla in surprise.

“I’m in-between girl friends.”

“What does that mean?”

Ray groans, “It means I was dumped and now I'm looking.”

“So you're hoping to score at this dance.”

“Well yeah, but if they see me walk in alone, the girls are going to think I’m desperate.”

 “But you are.  I mean, that’s the whole point in going,” Tyla stating the obvious.

“Well duh, but I don’t want them to know that.”

“I’m confused.  Just show up and I’m sure you'll be fine.”

“I’m not going, not on my own.  I may be desperate to score but I’m not going to put myself on display,” moans Ray.

Tyla laughs.  “You know what?  I need a break from studying, so I’ll be your date, your cover for desperation.”

Ray looks at her.  “Are you serious?  You would do that for me?”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.  I love dancing.”

Ray stands up.  “That would be so great.  We can leave about 9pm.  I don’t want to arrive to early and . . .”

“Look desperate?” finished Tyla.  “Fine, pick me up at 9.”

“Great!  I'm just one floor down.”

“Hey, if I’m your date, you can pick me up.”

Ray starts to climb back down to her apartment.  “Okay, I’ll come up to get you.”

Tyla finishes putting on her make up.  She's wearing jeans and loose red shirt.

Tyla answers the knock at the door and smirks at Ray who's wearing army style cargo jeans, a tank top . . . and gelled hair.

“Well look who's stereotyping lesbians now.  I can't believe what you're wearing," laughs Tyla.

“Hey, I need all the help I can get.  You look fantastic, you might end up going home with . . .”

“With myself and no one else!  Now come on before I change my mind.”

They get close to the venue when Tyla suddenly stops.  Ray turns face her.  “What’s the matter?”

“I just realized I’m about to go into a den of lesbian women.  I’m just a little freaked that's all.”

Ray grabs her hand.  “I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise.”

Tyla nodded and they walked in hand and hand.  Once inside, they find the place is alive and loud.  Tyla catches her breath.  “Oh….my….god!”

Ray looks at her.

“No, I’m good to go, so let's do it,” says Tyla unconvincingly.

They mingle for about an hour.  Tyla recognizes people from her classes.  She had no idea they were gay.  She fends off a few over-eager girls.  Eventually, she has enough of their attention and wanted to dance.  Tyla goes to Ray and tugs on her arm.  Ray is in deep discussion with a girl.

Ray pats her hand.  “In a minute Tyla.”

Tyla grabs harder at Ray’s arm and leans in.  “Ray, I want to dance and you promised.  Excuse me.  I’ll bring her back in a little while."  Ray is dragged toward the dance floor.

Ray laughs.  “Hey, I was busy!”

“You weren't getting anywhere and she’s not your type, anyway.”

Ray continues laughing and they begin to dance.

The music slows.  Tyla wraps her arms around Ray and leans into her shoulder.  Ray holds her close and they just sway together.

The music stops and Tyla excuses herself and walks to the restroom.  When she exits, she scans the room.  She spots Ray engrossed in a passionate kiss with a woman.  For some reason, the sight saddens Tyla.  She shrugs it off knowing it's the reason Ray had come.  She goes to the bar and orders a beer.  She writes a note and asks the bar attendant to take it to the girl she points out . . . Ray.

Tyla is heading to the bus stop when she hears her name called.

“Tyla, are you alright?  Did someone upset you?” Ray’s questions seem frantic.

Tyla shrugs.  “No . . . we achieved your objective which brings me to the question of why are you here and she's back there.”

Ray grins.  “Well from your note, I thought you were upset.”

“No.”  Tyla shuffles her feet.  “You should go back, she seemed totally into you.”

Ray shrugs.  “Hey, you and I came here together and we're going home together.”

“Rather defeats the purpose of the night,” laughed Tyla.

“Yeah probably, but it's okay.  There will be other times, other women,” boasts Ray.”

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They share a taxi home and are standing outside Ray’s door.  "Well guess this is my stop.”

“Yeah . . . I guess.”  Tyla doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave.

“Would you like to come in for a bit?”

“Sure.”

Ray fixes drinks and turns to say something, but Tyla has disappeared.

“So I guess this is your room,” calls out a voice.

Ray follows the voice into her room  “It is, but what gave it away?”

The room is filled with video cameras, editing equipment and a computer

Tyla smirks and points to a wall poster of Angelina Jolie.

They both laugh.

Tyla picks up video camera and examines it.

“Hey, hey, put that down!  That camera cost me a lot of money.”  Ray takes the camera from Tyla and hands her a drink.

“Jeez, sorry!”  Tyla sits on Ray’s bed and rests against the wall. “So this is where you make the movies.”

Ray leans against the wall.  “Well this is where I edit and upload them, but I don’t actually do the performances in my room.”

“Do you enjoy it?”

“I love it,” she coos.

Tyla blushes.  “So guys really pay money to watch two girls kissing?”

Ray is surprised at her curiosity.  “Yes, absolutely!”

“So it's just kissing?”

Ray laughs.  “Yes, but of course they'll pay more if you display more.  You seem very curious, are you interested in performing?”

“Well . . . if it's only kissing it can’t be that difficult.”

Ray's eyes widen at Tyla's reply.  “Ah, Tyla . . . are you suggesting you'd  be interested in making a video clip?”

“I guess.  After all, kissing is no big deal.”

Ray shakes her head.  “Its not just a peck and it's over Tyla.  A decent kiss needs to be at least four minutes of full lip on lip action.”

“Okay,” said Tyla.

“Okay?  Listen, I don’t film girls that make decisions when they're drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, and it’s no big deal.  I’ve kissed guys, so I think I can handle it.’

Ray is amused by Tyla’s innocence.  “Kissing a girl is not like kissing a guy.”

“Ray, it’s just lips on lips.  What could be so different?  I’m not that naïve.”

“Okay, all those in this room that have locked lips with both genders raise your hand.”

Ray sticks her hand up and Tyla rolls her eyes.  “What . . . ever.”

Ray moves to the bed.  “You’re certain you want to do this?”

Tyla kicks her shoes off, her excitement building.  “Well, I don’t see why not.”

“Okay, I’ll just see if one of the other girls . . .”

Tyla sits up straight.  “No, not one of them!  I wouldn’t feel comfortable.  If you don’t want to do it with just me . . .”

“Relax Tyla, it’ll be just you and me.  You can back out of this any time.  If you don’t feel comfortable we’ll just stop.”

Tyla laughs.  “Oh please, its just kissing, right?”

“Right . . .”  Ray begins setting the camera up.  “Oh, you need to remove your clothes.”

“I what? . . . Why?”

Ray turns around  “Because guys want to see skin, not clothes.  You can leave your underwear on.  Like I said, if you don’t feel . . .”  Ray stops in mid-sentence as Tyla takes off her shirt.

Ray is unsure whether Tyla is serious or just coming on to her.  She quickly puts that thought out of her mind when she looks up and sees Tyla wearing only a pink lacy bra and matching panties.

Ray strips and sits on the bed.  “Okay, a few do’s and don’ts and some personal rules.  Firstly, make it look real.  No fish lip kissing.   It’s full mouth on mouth, pashing or whatever you like to do.  Moaning is good.  If you enjoy it, then go with it, but don’t go over the top like in those stupid porn movies.  It’s so distracting and makes it hard to concentrate.”

“You concentrate when you kiss?”

“Yeah.  Now don’t talk during the take, don’t cover your face with your hand and don’t cover my face with your hand.  You can grab my face and neck but don’t block the view of the kiss”

“That’s a lot of do’s, don’ts and rules”

“I only have only one rule . . . no tongues.”

“Really . . . why is that?” asks Tyla.

Ray frowns.  “Because . . . it means something different and has no part in what we’re doing.”

“But doesn’t it make it more sexy?”

Ray doesn’t answer.

Tyla laughs.  “Okay, if you don’t like it . . .”

“I didn’t say that.  It just means a totally different thing to me, so no tongues.”

Tyla salutes.  “Okay boss, no tongue for you.”

Ray sits on the bed and opens her legs.  “Okay, when I start the tape, we have 4 minutes to make it good.  I prefer to do it in one take.  I’ll grab your legs and pull you onto me and we go from there.  You ready?”

Tyla nods.

Ray clicks record on the remote.

“Wait, no, hang on . . .”  Tyla takes some deep breaths.

“Tyla!”

“No, I’m good to go, kiss me”

Ray shakes her head and smirks.  She clicks record and reaches for Tyla.

Tyla shifts toward and stretches her legs to either side of Ray.  Ray pulls her up closer and moves toward Tyla’s lips.

Tyla moves back a little.  Ray slowly eases forward and lets her lips drift across Tyla’s.  Tyla is slow to respond so Ray captures her lips again.  Her hands reach under Tyla’s ass and pull her closer until their bodies are resting against each other.  Tyla is a little overcome and gives out a groan when Ray grabs her face and snatches her lips a little more forcibly.

Tyla snaps into the moment and commences kissing back, a little harder than Ray anticipated.  She pulls back slightly, but Tyla grabs her face and snatches another passionate kiss, her body pushing in for more contact.  Ray’s hand slowly slides down Tyla’s arm and caresses the outsides of her thighs.  Tyla is starting to gasp between snatches.  Ray pulls back slightly to allow her a breath of air.  She changes her position so her legs are now wrapped around Tyla.  The clock reads two minutes.

Again Ray goes after Tyla who is now in full swing.  Her hands stroke Ray’s face, then slide slowly down her arms to rest on her hips.  Tyla feels herself falling backwards, but Ray slowly lowers her to the pillow without breaking the kiss.

Tyla moans again and runs her fingers through Ray’s hair.  Ray wraps her arms under Tyla.  Suddenly, Tyla wraps her legs tightly around Ray’s hips and pulls her down.  Her body thrusts upward to meet Ray’s.

Both girls are caught up in the moment and neither hears the timer go off.  Ray feels Tyla’s tongue slip past her lips.  Ray moans and sucks it deep into her mouth, but suddenly opens her eyes and pulls back.

Ray gasps and shakes a finger at Tyla, who is laughing at her sudden response.

“I said, no tongues!”  Ray laughs and slaps Tyla’s butt.  “You naughty girl!”

Tyla points to the clock.  “Well, how else was I going to get your attention?”

Ray swears when she sees 4 minutes and 40 seconds.   “Sorry, just got . . .”

“Carried away?”  Tyla giggles.  “So do you think we did alright?  Like, could it be put on your site?”

Ray is still reeling from the moment.  “Uh . . . I don’t know.  I’ll have to look at it.”

“Great!  Turn it on so I can see it!”

“Really?  You want to watch us?”

“Well, I want to know if I was any good.”

Ray coughed slightly.  “Ah, I wouldn’t worry, you did . . . great.”

“If its not, can we do it again?”

Ray is still unsure whether Tyla’s enthusiasm is real or fake.  She suspects other motives in Tyla’s innocent offer.

The two girls watch their performance in silence.  Ray decides to test her instincts about Tyla’s motives.

“Well it came off okay, but it I guess it could have been better.”

“Well, let’s try again.  I really feel comfortable with you.”

Ray gets back into position and sets the remote to record.  They immediately get back into the kissing.  Ray pulls Tyla close and snatches her lips.  Tyla holds Ray’s face and slips her tongue into Ray’s mouth again.  Ray pulls back with a startled look on her face.

Tyla panics.  “I’m sorry, I don’t know why . . .”

Tyla attempts to leave, but Ray holds her tight.  She begins kissing Tyla, her tongue slowly exploring her mouth.  Tyla moans from her building arousal, her body is pushing hard into Ray’s.

With one hand, Ray lightly grasps and squeezes Tyla’s breast, her other hand glides across her stomach.  Tyla breaks the kiss and looks at Ray.  She reaches behind her back, unclips her bra and throws it to the ground.

Ray holds Tyla’s small mounds in her hands, squeezing them a bit harder, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples.  Tyla rests her forehead against Ray, her breath quickening.

Tyla lies back on the bed and looks up at Ray.  Her hands are roaming over Tyla’s body, running over her breasts and down to her panty line.  She leans down and steals another kiss as she rubs her finger over Tyla’s panties and feels the wetness soaking through.

Their kissing intensifies and Ray slips her finger inside Tyla’s panties and into her wet folds.  Tyla wraps both arms around Ray and groans.

“Oh Ray . . . Ray . . . please.” she murmurs.

“You are so wet . . . so beautiful and wet,” Ray coos and flicks her tongue at Tyla’s lips.

Tyla sucks hard and whines as Ray’s finger finds her spot.  Ray leaves Tyla’s lips and slowly pulls Tyla’s panties off and drops them to the floor.

Tyla trembles in anticipation of Ray’s next move.  Ray slips down, opens Tyla’s legs wide and buries her face between them.  She sinks her tongue in, lapping up the over flowing juices.

The sensations overwhelm Tyla. “Oh fuck!” she yells.

Ray continues on unabated, riding Tyla around the bed as she bucks at each stroke of her tongue.  Ray gently slips a finger into Tyla’s opening and begins thrusting it in and out.

Tyla’s moans get louder, her hips riding Ray’s finger.  Ray dips down again and flicks Tyla’s clit with her tongue.

“O fuck!  Fuck!  Ray, Raaaay!”  Her orgasm rips through her like a tornado.  She continues to roll slowly on the bed groaning.

Ray moves up and looks down on her.  “Tyla?”

“Ummmm,” is all she can muster as her body still throbs.

“So this is why you don’t do tongues.”  Tyla laughs and crawls atop Ray.  She nods toward the camera.  “I don’t think I want this on the Internet.”

“Fucking hell I forgot!” Ray leaps up and turns the camera off.

Tyla laughs and catches Ray as she collapses onto the bed

They kiss on and off until Tyla grabs and removes Ray’s top.  She immediately grasps Ray’s breasts and licks each nipple before drawing it into her mouth.

“Damn, Tyla!” she hisses at the sudden rush.

Tyla senses Ray’s excitement and quickly moves down to her pants.

“Oooookay Tyla, I think that’s enough.”

Tyla quickly removes Ray’s pants and giggles.  “Why you slut, you’re not wearing undies.“ She shoves her face between Ray’s legs and thrusts her tongue into her pussy.  Tyla wasted no time in scooping up Ray’s juices.

“Ohhh Tyla,” groans Ray.  “I need to cum . . . now!”

Tyla backs off and smirks.  “Hold off there Ray, I’m not done yet.”

Tyla continues to tease Ray, licking at her opening, flicking her clit.

“Oh now…now Tyla, please!”  She holds Tyla’s head to her crotch.

Tyla opens Ray’s lips wide and attacks her clit, circling it, flicking it sharply.  Ray rides her tongue, wailing loudly as she finally climaxes. . . hard!

Tyla sits up, pleased with herself.  But she’s caught off-guard when Ray pulls her in for a fiery kiss, licking her own cum from Tyla’s face.  Eventually the moment eases off and Ray collapses back onto the bed.

Tyla lies next to her.  “That was just the most mind blowing sex I’ve ever had.”

“Yeah . . . mind blowing.” echoes Ray.

“I mean I still can feel it, my body is so . . . I have no words Ray.”

Ray rises and straddles her young lover.  “So you wanna have some more mind blowing sex!”

Tyla pulls Ray down on top of her.  “Yeah, com’ere and gimme some more!”

All through the early morning hours, Tyla becomes louder and more vocal with each passing moment of excitement and climax.

Ray gently shakes Tyla awake.

“Tyla, don’t you have an exam today?”

Tyla opens her eyes and looks at the clock reading 9am.

“Holy fuck!  I’ve got just over an hour, shit!” Tyla jumps out of bed, dressing as quickly as she can.  She heads to the door and sees sadness in Ray's face.

Tyla runs back and leaps onto Ray, who squeals with surprise.  “You . . . are . . . awesome!”  Tyla kisses her deeply, coaxing her tongue in.  Ray wraps her arms around Tyla and responds with enthusiasm.  Tyla finally breaks free.  “I want to stay with you Ray, I really do, but I don’t have time.”

“Well then, will I see you later?”

“I don’t know when, but I’ll try.  I have some errands this afternoon.”

“Good luck!”  Ray collapses back on the bed.

Tyla closes the door and stops dead when she sees the two blondes sitting at the table eating breakfast.  Michelle stopped mid-bite.

“Was that you last night . . . banging and screaming?”

Tyla blushed.  “Yeah, I guess so.  I’m late, can I take this?” pointing to the toast.

The girls nod.  Tyla takes it and races out the door.  The two girls look at each other and rush into to Ray’s room.  They burst in and jump onto Ray’s bed.

Ray jumps back against the wall and pulls the sheet up.  “What the fuck?”

“You didn’t . . . not with Tyla!  All that noise coming through my damn wall was you two?”

Ray looks at them in silence.

“Fuck Ray, say something before I strip this bed sheet off and tickle you,” said Michelle.

Ray holds the sheet tighter.  “She stayed over . . . so?”

“Ray, she’s . . .” started Sophie in disbelief.

“She is the most amazing person.  She has no inhibitions about anything.  We fucked each other and made love all at the same time.  It was so incredible!” gushed Ray.

“Slow down, Ray.”

“No Michelle, this is it.  I’m in love.  I’m so in love with this girl.  We had the most mind-blowing sex ever.”

“Ray, its not like she’s had a lot of experience in this area,” said Sophie.

“I don’t care, she's so . . ."  Ray puts her hands to her eyes and catches her breath.

Sophie realizes Ray is crying.  “Hey, hey, don’t be upset with me.  I’m happy for you, really.”

“I know, but it was just so intense!”

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The day drags on and Ray hasn’t seen or heard from Tyla.  The day after is the same and Michelle encourages Ray to pop up and see her.  Ray refuses and sulks most of that day.

A note is slipped under the door late in the afternoon.  Michelle picks it up and reads it.

“End of exam party at Tyla’s place.  Celebrate the end of exams before I go home for the holidays.  Hope to see you.  Tyla.”

Ray hits the roof.  “Fucking hell!  She couldn’t even come in and tell me personally.  I’m not going to her stupid fucking party.”

Sophie touched Ray’s arm.  “Just come along and talk to her.”

“Why should I?  She couldn’t be bothered with me after she got what she wanted.  Fuck, I’m such a moron!”  Ray goes to her room and slams the door.

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The party is in full swing when Tyla enters the kitchen to find John, Gerrick and Julie leaning against wall.

“I’m sorry about the crowd.”

John laughed.  “It’s okay, but you certainly know a lot of people.”

“Actually I don't.  I only made about 12 copies, but I left the original invitation in a photocopier at the library.”

They all look into the main room at a crowd of about 50.

Julie laughs. “You are definitely a cracker.  What are we going to do for those two weeks while you're away?”

“Sleep,” says Gerrick.

Tyla punches Gerrick.  “And get your own milk.”

Their laughter is broken up by the arrival of Michelle and Sophie.  The girls hug Tyla.

“Where's Ray?”

“She’s not coming Tyla,” says Michelle.

“What, why not?  She loves a party,” says Tyla sadly.

“Actually, she's really upset,” growls Sophie.

Michelle hits Sophie.  “Sophie, don’t . . .”

“No, she needs to know.  Ray is our friend and she’s upset because you haven’t contacted her since the night you two spent together.”

Gerrick and John choke on their beers.

“I'm not avoiding her.  I just haven’t had time.”

“Really?  Or maybe you just got what you wanted,” says Sophie

“No, it's not like that.  I've just been so busy with exams, then organizing my trip home tomorrow and I . . . kinda didn’t get around to it.  It wasn’t deliberate.”

“Maybe you should tell her.  Perhaps you can break her heart completely and get it over with,” says Michelle.

“I'm not going to do that!  I really like Ray, I really do.”  She looks around at the group.  The boys haven’t blinked since finding out about Ray and Tyla.  Michelle shifts uncomfortably.

“Tyla I think you should go and talk to her, admit to her what you feel,” says Julie.

“It’s going to be difficult . . . I'm still a little confused.”

Tyla leaves to find Ray.

“Those two weeks without Tyla better go fucking quick,” laughs Gerrick.

“Tyla with Ray . . .” says John, shaking his head “I hope she enjoyed it.”

Michelle takes a sip of her drink.  “She said it was the most mind blowing sex she had ever had.”

Julie looks at John.  “Well, I’ll bet there's a new dent your ego, buddy.”

“I'm getting another beer.”  John walks away from the laughter.

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Ray opens the door.  “Oh, it’s you.”

She walks away with Tyla following close behind.  “Ray we need to talk.  I’m sorry, I just . . .”

“Look, just save it, okay?  We had a good time blah, blah, blah.  Just move on.  I have!” yells Ray.

Tyla lowers her head.  “But I haven’t moved on.  And I don’t want to, either.  If you don’t want me, then it's you that’s been avoiding me.  What did I do wrong?”

Ray shakes her head.  “Nothing, nothing . . . I just thought you didn’t cared.”

“Just ‘cause I haven’t been here, doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking of you.  I can't stop thinking of you.  For the past few days, I’ve constantly tried to sort us out and I keep coming back to the same conclusion.”

“Yeah, what?”

Tyla embraces Ray.  “You're part of me and I want you in my life.  I’m totally confused about everything . . . except you.  My feelings for you are the only thing that makes sense and I don’t want to give that up.”

Ray finally surrenders and pulls Tyla close.  “I thought you didn’t want me.

“Oh Ray, but I do, I do!  After the other night, you can forget being alone.”

“Is that right?”

“Yep!  But no other women, promise?”

“What about Sophie, Michelle and her puppies.”

“Well, only them as long as I get to watch, but no one else. Got it?”  Tyla pokes Ray.

“Okay, okay, so I guess I'm going to your party,” says Ray.

Ray moves to the door, looks over her shoulder and sees Tyla going into her bedroom.

“Nah, you go without me.  I’m going to spend some time with Angelina Jolie.” And takes her shirt off

Ray walks into her room.  “Not without me!”

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Julie looks at her watch.  It's been an hour since Tyla left.

“Hey, Michelle, you think Tyla will be coming back to her party?”

Michelle smirks.  “Nah, not likely.”

The girls begin laughing.