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When I awoke, she’d been holding me for almost two hours. She smiled
at me, a smile of deep affection. Her needs had waited, I smiled as
she stroked back my hair and kissed me again.

I wasn’t going to let her just sit there. Inside my heart was bursting
with joy, it was my turn to please her.

Her knee wasn’t grinding against me. But it might as well have been,
for shortly I shuddered, a small orgasm whose sounds I squelched to
the best of my ability. I had to have been flushed into a fresh red
tint, but no one other than Angie would have seen it. And she was
still looking over my shoulder.

I thought so anyway.

“Are you all right, Jane?” She sounded concerned as I gasped for
breath.

“I’ll be fine as soon as I can get some air…,” I managed, just
barely in control now. I feared her reaction if she knew how she had
come to affect me.

“We’ll get off here then, I don’t want you to faint on the bus.”

“No, No,” I faintly decried the idea, “I’ll be fine, really.”

“I’ll judge that after I have you out of this terrible crowd.”

She dragged me out into cooler air, holding me up in case I fainted.
I wasn’t going to, but by then I knew I’d rather she thought I would,
than she really know what had happened.

We abandoned the shopping trip and started home. I had really wanted a
new dress, but I agreed with her about the crowds being too much. So
we stopped at the corner deli, bought sandwiches and had a picnic in
our company room.

I settled in on the couch. She turned on the TV and sat down with me.
We laughed a bit at a Soap Opera, picking out our favorite actors or
actresses, finding we had lost track of who was sleeping with who.
All the time in classes had kept us from staying current with the
plot twists.

After a few moments Angie turned to me, took my shoulders and pulled
me towards her. She leaned in herself, and gave me a tender,
unquestionably sexual, kiss. Then she pulled back again.

“How do you feel about that?,” she whispered, a twinge of fear in her
voice. I was startled. Here I was terrified she’d find out about my
desire for her, she was screwing up her courage to come on to me.

I wondered for a moment just how accidental her knee in my crotch was
on the bus ride, and then, if she knew how I’d reacted on the statue.
It took seconds to realize I didn’t care. I could find out later.

I put my arms around her neck and pulled her to me. I explored her
lips, those same lips she’d excited me with on the statue and the bus.
I found behind them the soft tongue, and in moments I was lost to the
passion of holding her tightly, her breasts against mine.

She took the next step. It was Angie’s fingers playing along the tips
of my nipples bringing them sharply to attention. I felt the cupping
grasp she used, and her delicate rubbing with thumbs to excite me.

Leg room was cramped too. Angie being larger than myself had her knee
almost in my crotch. On top of this her moist breath was once again
raising goose bumps along my neck. I felt my chest tighten, a sharp
breath come into my lungs, and soon my body was moving on it’s own
again from proximity to this creature of my desire.

I don’t know how best to explain it other than to say the potholes in
the road are bad, and the suspension of the bus were equally bad. I
could feel each bump thrust Angie’s knee into my crotch, and my body
was a glowing flame in response.

I cleaned up, fed the cats, and went to bed. There wasn’t anything
else to do, no place to go, no way to fix it so I didn’t feel this
way.

I hid it pretty well the next day, she couldn’t know what I was
looking for in her. Just one clue she’d return the feelings I had. It
was all I really wanted to see.

The next week she went out with some guy she knew from Organic. A
chemistry class of some sort. This brought the entire sensation into a
sharper focus. I watched her dress, putting on a very sexy blouse I’d
helped her pick out. I watched as she put on her makeup, a few simple
touches to accent her already beautiful face. Then I saw her smile at
him, hold his hand and leave.
But still she is mine now

Relief washed over us. I gave her a roomie hug, and dropped the trophy
into her dresser drawer. It was really her prize. She should keep it
to remember our fun.

After that night though, my view of Angie changed. I knew she aroused
me, even if she didn’t. I could no longer look at her without seeing
the tender fingers which had brought the tingling arousal through my
hips, the breasts that rolled against my back, and the lips that had
brushed so softly along my neck. Sometimes, just looking at her
lovely face brought the goose bumps back.

I managed to settle myself down before dropping to the ground. It was
good the darkness concealed my face. I had to have been flushed red
from the excitement contact with Angie’s body had given me.

I felt my body calm itself, and Angie apparently believed my panting
on the statue was from fear. She became very protective of me for the
rest of our little jaunt, making me hide while she stood watch
whenever she suspected the frat search parties were near.

Her fingers rested on my waist, and moved to my hips as she continued
to check for our victims. For myself, every touch she made brought
more heat to my cheeks. I could even imagine feeling her nipples
rubbing against my back. I prayed to myself for a soft gentle orgasm,
that she not know how her body had aroused me.

“I still see them,” she whispered, her lips right up against my neck.
Goose bumps shivered down my spine. I could feel her holding herself
along the length of my back, her chest an interesting and soft
pressure from behind. My breath caught once, a red haze of warmth
flowing up my back, and down from my neck.

My view was obstructed both by tree and statue alike, so I simply
nodded. She humped herself up a bit, her hands on my hips. She soon
found a hole she could peek through, and dropped back down again.

Her breath was hot, not warm, as she breathed against the back of my
neck. I could feel the small hairs stiffen there in response.

“They’re still out there, Jane.” She held on to my hips. I felt very
unusual, trapped on top of a statue with my roomie, a stolen Frat
banner in my hands. Fear had vanished, a certain conspiratorial
sensation drew me closer to Angie in that moment. A sense of
comradery, perhaps a sense of close affection.

Now I won’t bore you with the details of how we got up to the Tau
Delta Chi’s banner, hanging over their front door. Suffice it to say
we were on our way down, when one of the guys shouted about two girls
stealing their flag. It was a bit of a fright, soon the entire frat
was scrambling about the campus searching for us.

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Okay, it was a stupid stunt, and I was scared. What happened next is
what really shocked me. And the shock, yes, even the surprise, was
inside me.

We ran in front of the administration building, down the steps towards
the park behind. We saw a bunch of the frat hanging out in the open
area ahead of us, and more in pursuit behind. The only hiding place
we could find was amid the bushes behind Hickory’s statue.

“We should go do something,” Angie told me. “Something to get out of
the walled in mind set.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I’d like to raid one of the Frats…”

“Raid? I don’t know what you mean.”

“We’ll break in and swipe something. Like their letters banner or
something.”

“That’s not such a great idea, Angie.”

We shared an apartment on the east side of campus. It was a dingy
little one bedroom affair, with too little light to really grow house
plants. But we made the best of it, my bed on one side of the room,
hers on the other, and in the middle, two ragged looking dressers.
Our bras and other unmentionables drying side by side over the tub
in the bathroom.

We got a bunch of fluorescent lamps to make the place brighter and
managed to grow a hand full of homely looking green things that we
called plants. The cats, we had two, would occasionally attack the
stringy shoots, doing mild damage. Yet they grew anyway, sickly though
they might seem.

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