Attractions of The Heart: Me Too

Back at the graduate apartments, Trixie parked her bike and walked up the lawn. She took the stairs three at a time. As soon as she opened the front door, the darkened lounge area seemed odd. Where were Lisa and their other two quad mates? Usually at this hour, the four of them would be scrounging around for dinner, or at least cleaning up before heading to the bars for a wild night of drinking and playing pool.

Trixie shrugged off her leather jacket and threw it over the nearest chair. She flipped the switch on the pole lamp and thought she heard giggling coming from her room. She cupped her ear. What the hell? If she listened closely, she thought she could hear movement and heavy breathing. Trixie saw that the door to their room was partially ajar and figured it must be innocent enough. Surely, Lisa would have told her if she was hooking up with someone. Right?

Trixie hesitated. She didn’t want to startle anyone, so she sneaked a peak, then rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. “Fuck me sideways,” she swore, not even certain if her words had been audible.

She couldn’t move; she didn’t even dare to breathe more than tiny, shallow intakes of air, while her eyes feasted on the most unexpected, yet incredibly erotic sight she had ever seen. It would have been safer to bet that she would own the university than to witness what was happening in the bed next to hers.

Lisa was fucking the blonde bimbette…whose stiletto heels were still on.

Trixie’s feet were crazy glued to the floor. Her heart had ceased to beat and every muscle in her body was paralyzed in shock. She couldn’t turn away, and instead, she watched as Lisa made love to another woman—a woman who wore nothing but heels. It was un-fucking-believable. Trixie didn’t know whether to run or join in.

It burned her alive when Lisa’s mouth teased a nipple, sucking and licking it in a way Trixie had dreamed about often. Lisa worked down the blonde’s body with a trail of wet kisses and her fingers were soon lost between the blonde woman’s swollen lips, while her thumb gently stroked the eager engorged clitoris. Was it her or the blonde who moaned? Trixie imagined herself the recipient of the delightful sounds. How she longed to be in that woman’s place.