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This story is a prequel to one I've just written, 
called "The Chemistry of Love" and features the 
same character, Michelle. It's part of an 
occasional (depending upon the number of mails I 
get <g>) series.



A F-Fine Romance (FF Rom, 1st)

By Hecate


 
Working for Grades

Amanda and I were in the same classes at college. 
We both wanted to go to university and we both 
worked hard at our subjects: Politics and American 
and Russian History. It was our last year before 
University and our exams were getting closer. We 
had become good friends and decided that we would 
do our exam revision together at weekends.

Amanda's family were reasonably wealthy (her 
father was a diplomat of some kind and they had 
spent a lot of time in Kenya) and they had rented 
a house for her in London fairly near the college. 
She suggested that I come over after college on 
the Friday, stay overnight Saturday and till 
Monday, and go home after classes then. It would 
allow us to get a lot done so I readily agreed.

We had six weekends before the exams and thought 
we could probably get lots of revision done in 
that time. We needed to make the grades for 
University. Especially me, as I was intending to 
change to sciences when I got there.  I would need 
really good grades to be allowed to do so.

The first weekend went really well. We got lots 
done. She'd set me up a bed in a small room and I 
slept quite well there. We had fun cooking for 
each other and setting each other different kinds 
of tests. On the first Sunday night she offered me 
a spliff*. I hadn't tried it before, but I thought 
why not, I could do with relaxing and that's what 
it was supposed to do. It was good. I got nice and 
mellow, and when we travelled back to college on 
the following Monday I felt we'd had a really good 
time and got a lot done.



An Interesting Weekend

During the week, we both felt our study was paying 
off, as tests seemed to show we were learning 
stuff and it was staying learnt. So I travelled 
back to her place again on the Friday. Since we 
didn't plan to work on Friday evening, we had a 
nice time chatting and listening to music. We 
passed around another spliff, and generally let 
the weeks work stresses go away. We both were 
tired, and mildly high, when Amanda said she was 
going to bed. I got up and she told me she'd 
changed my room. It was now upstairs next to hers. 
I said "Fine" and we went upstairs together. She 
showed me the new room. It was bigger than the one 
from last week and the bed was bigger and looked 
more comfy, too. She said goodnight and I just 
threw my clothes on a convenient chair and crawled 
in and was asleep almost immediately.

I was surprised in the morning to wake up to a 
hand gently shaking my shoulder, and Amanda 
whispering "breakfast" in my ear. Forgetting where 
I was for a moment, I sat up, but didn't pull the 
duvet* up with me. Bare-breasted, I looked and saw 
Amanda with a tray. I was going to pull the duvet 
up, but she put the tray in my lap and I couldn't 
cover myself without upsetting everything. She 
said she'd already had breakfast, but sat on the 
bed and chatted with me while I ate. I was a bit 
bothered about not being able to cover myself, but 
she was a woman and a good friend, so I wasn't too 
bothered. It was kind of nice actually. She made 
me feel really relaxed about it, though I did 
catch her eyes straying to my chest a couple of 
times. Quite natural I thought, though; we all 
like to compare ourselves with others.

She went to get ready as I finished off my coffee.  
We had lots to do that day, so I rushed off to the 
bathroom after she'd finished and got ready 
quickly, just slinging on some panties, jeans and 
a t-shirt.  We spent most of the day working on 
our revision, just stopping for lunch and a couple 
of coffee breaks.   

By six in the evening, we'd had enough. We went to 
make our dinner. Something with pasta if I 
remember correctly. Basically some tuna and 
whatever vegetables were fresh. We had a nice 
bottle of Chianti. But no fava beans.  Then we 
went down to the pub for an hour or so, and we 
were both pleasantly plastered by the time we got 
back.  We sat down in front of the television and 
switched something on for a mindless giggle before 
we retired for the night.  Amanda and I sat 
giggling away at some imported "thriller" for a 
while, and then there was a late night film. I was 
getting quite tired by then, but Amanda said she 
wanted to watch it, so I said I'd keep her company 
for as long as I could keep my eyes open.

It was an old film called "The Odd Triangle". I 
realised what was odd about it quite quickly. It 
was an unusual story of girl meets girl meets 
girl. I sat up and watched; I was more awake now. 
I'd never seen a film like that before. I guessed 
that Amanda must be curious about it, too. I 
couldn't think of any other reason for her to be 
watching it. We were sitting next to each other on 
an old, but comfy, sofa. Tired as I was, I leaned 
into her slightly, and she put her arm across the 
sofa back so I could lean my head on her shoulder. 

It felt nice, and I must have drifted off for a 
bit. I woke up a little later to see that the 
movie was still on and there were two women on 
screen kissing. I was interested, but so tired; I 
just had to go to bed. I noticed that Amanda's arm 
was now draped over my shoulder, and her hand 
rested on the top curve of my breast through the 
t-shirt. It was nice of her to have made me so 
comfy. She really made me feel at home. I 
carefully pulled away, and she smiled as I said I 
had to go to bed. I left her there, still watching 
the film.

I had some quite erotic dreams that night, and I 
remember that I kept seeing the two women kissing 
on screen in them.  When I woke up, (again it was 
Amanda bringing me breakfast) I was quite aroused. 
I realised my nipples were rather prominent, but 
again, she plonked the tray down on my lap and I 
couldn't cover myself. Like Saturday we chatted 
for a while, and again I noticed she stared at my 
breasts occasionally. I wasn't stupid and I did 
begin to wonder a bit about her. She'd never said 
anything or been anything other than just kind to 
me, but I had a little nagging feeling in the back 
of my mind. I only dismissed it because she'd 
never said or tried anything with me. As I'd never 
had any sort of contact with another woman than as 
a friend, it never really made me think.

Sunday was another busy day, and nothing else 
happened that weekend to give me pause for 
thought.  We worked hard again, and during the 
week, and then we were back together at her place 
on the Friday for the third weekend.


Third Weekend's a Charm

The Friday night had become our time to relax, and 
Amanda brought out a spliff again. We had a nice 
bottle of red wine and, again, I got nice and 
relaxed. We discussed what we'd do on the Saturday 
and she suggested we hire a film for her new video 
for the evening. Video recorders hadn't been out 
too long then and I was interested to see what it 
was like. She said she'd get something like we 
watched on TV last week, and I said OK, because 
I'd missed most of the film and was intrigued. 
Anyway, I'd probably have agreed to almost any 
film, relaxed as I was.

The night tailed off gently and we both went 
upstairs to bed. Amanda stopped before going into 
her bedroom and looked at me.

"Michelle," she said, "it's been really good 
having your company here, and it's really helped 
me with my studies." Then she leaned over and gave 
me a kiss on the cheek. I smiled and said thanks 
and went to bed. I didn't want to let her see that 
that one little kiss had made me tingle. My mind 
harked back to the preceding weekend and I began 
to wonder again. I thought about her and realised 
that she was quite attractive. Slim, but certainly 
not boyish, with lovely, long black hair, halfway 
down her back. Then I started to wonder about 
myself.

I had never had what you would call a relationship 
with a boy.  In fact, at the school I went to, the 
boys there never seemed to like anyone clever, 
especially girls, and I always did well 
academically. So I kept out of their way after 
some unpleasant experiences. I had girl friends, 
and one or two boy friends, but no one I ever went 
out with on other than a friendly trip to the 
cinema say. Sexual pleasure for me was always 
something solitary, happening when I got too horny 
to ignore the feelings. Oh, I knew where 
everything was, and how it worked. I always liked 
to know everything about everything in those days. 
I had to find out for myself, as there was no sex 
education then (this was over twenty years ago) 
apart form biology and frogs. One look at a frog 
told me that it wasn't going to tell me what I 
wanted to know. So I found a nice librarian at our 
local library, and she steered me to the right 
books.

All this went through my mind as I lay there, 
wondering how I felt and what was going on. It 
took me a while to fall asleep, even though I was 
tired. Not through being apprehensive, more out of 
curiosity as to what would happen next.

Saturday morning was the usual ritual. Breakfast 
in bed and a nice chat. Only this time, I wasn't 
so concerned about covering myself. And this time, 
instead of her usual pyjamas, she just had on a 
bra and some shorts. I couldn't help looking 
either, and I know she was looking at me.

Somehow, I had come to realise that if something 
were to happen I wasn't afraid. Maybe, all that 
time of being by myself, of not touching or being 
touched, had created a need in me. Whatever 
happened I knew I'd let it. But, if anything did, 
it wasn't going to be me who made the first move. 
Frightened I might not be, but worried I was. I 
had no experience at all to tell me what to do.

The day seemed to pass really quickly for me. Oh, 
I concentrated on the work, but any look of 
Amanda's, any slight touch in passing, just made 
me shiver inside.  It was really strange. I'd 
never felt like that before and I fretted that she 
would see my disquiet and not go through with 
whatever I assumed she'd got planned. I did catch 
her staring me at me several times and it just 
fuelled the fear.

I was glad when it came time for us to stop. We'd 
had another good day, and had bought some nice 
food and some wine for the weekend. Amanda went 
out to get the tape while I cooked, and everything 
was ready when she came back. Another bottle of 
wine, a burgundy this time, and we went into the 
sitting room with our glasses.

By then, I was thinking that I'd been imagining 
things again, and I felt such an idiot. My mind, I 
thought, was playing tricks on me. Maybe it was 
wishful thinking. I'd never felt so indecisive 
about something.

I don't think I ever noticed the title of the 
movie. It started with two women kissing and went 
on from there to scenes of writhing soft flesh. I 
couldn't take my eyes off the screen. The only 
thing I really noticed was how horny and wet I was 
getting. Braless, my nipples were hard and poking 
through my t-shirt. I felt warm all over. I'm sure 
I must have been flushed, too. I sort of felt 
rather than observed that I was squeezing my legs 
together and shifting around on the sofa.

Which is probably why I didn't notice, at least at 
first, that Amanda had put her arm round me and 
was staring at me intently.

About half way through the film, I looked down and 
saw that my right hand had strayed to my left 
breast and that I was pinching my nipple. I 
started, embarrassed, and looked at Amanda, 
sitting next to me. She had a big grin on her 
face, and was looking as flushed as I imagined I 
did.

I said, "Er, Amanda, sorry, it's just the film, I 
was getting carried away I guess. Sorry if I've 
embarrassed you," and looked away.

With a smile in her voice, Amanda murmured, "Don't 
worry, Michelle. I think it's sexy what you're 
doing." And then, with a slight stutter, she said, 
"I c-could help, if you like, you know?"

This was the moment. I took a deep breath. Did I 
want this to happen? Was this what was missing 
from my life?  I waited for what seemed like ages, 
though must've been less than a minute, before I 
let out that deep breath, looked round at her and, 
in a quavering but almost pleading voice said, 
"Please, I'd like that".

The wine had relaxed me quite a bit and I was 
proud of myself that I didn't jump as the arm that 
she had draped over me slid down onto my right 
breast.  She leaned over and kissed me on the 
lips, while her hand was stroking over my nipple. 
Her tongue pushed against my lips insistently, and 
then I was kissing a woman for the first time. I 
think I almost came then. It was delicious. 
Beautiful. Wonderful. Magical.  After a while we 
stopped and she whispered in my ear, "You watch 
the film. You don't have to do anything. Just 
enjoy the feelings..."

She got up and stood behind me, reached down and 
pulled my t-shirt off.  Then she knelt in front of 
me, undid my jeans, got me to lift my bottom, and 
pulled them and my panties down in one go. Like I 
wasn't there, I just continued watching two women 
making love on the screen, tongues and fingers 
everywhere, juices flowing.  Mine too. I had never 
been as wet as that when I got *myself* off.

I was conscious of everything she was doing to me, 
but my eyes were riveted to the screen. I could 
feel her hands stroking and fondling my breasts, 
and her mouth closing over my nipples in turn, 
sucking them to an even harder point. I felt one 
of her hands trail down my body and gently push my 
legs apart. Then the hand travelled up a thigh and 
I felt her fingers begin to play with my pussy 
lips. That alone was enough to make me come. With 
a loud scream, I surrendered to her. But she 
wasn't finished.

She kept whispering to me to watch the film and I 
stared at the screen, my body trembling with 
emotion and the sheer physical feelings she was 
giving me. I'd never thought about what might 
happen next, but as watched, on the screen, one of 
the women placed her head between the others 
thighs and began to mouth her pussy. At the same 
time I felt Amanda's breath on my cunt, and the 
touch of her tongue between my lips. That made me 
come again, but Amanda kept licking. I could feel 
the warmth of her tongue on my lips, then inside, 
then on my clit. Her fingers invaded my cunt and 
pistoned in and out of me. My cunt felt on fire 
and my body arched into her mouth as I had one 
long stream of orgasms.

I think I almost blacked out. I was a wreck. I 
couldn't move. I just lay there, my legs wide 
open, my body flushed, and the gleaming patina of 
cunt juice on my thighs. I could feel the warm 
glutinous liquid slipping down from my cunt onto 
my ass. I gradually opened my eyes to see Amanda 
sitting next to me, her face gleaming with juice, 
and with an amazingly big grin.

I was totally incapable of doing anything; I felt 
shattered. She assured me it didn't matter, and 
after a cup of hot chocolate each, we both went to 
our separate rooms to sleep. I gave her a big kiss 
before she went to bed, and hugged her, thanking 
her so much. I knew that from now on my life would 
be different. I still wasn't sure if this was what 
I wanted, but I thought that I was going to find 
out.

Breakfast on Sunday morning was different. Amanda 
brought me a tray as usual, and then left, to my 
surprise. But, a couple of minutes, she was back 
with another one and got into bed with it beside 
me. Before she did that, she shrugged off her 
dressing gown. She had nothing on underneath.

I cast my eyes over her as she deliberately took 
her time getting into bed. She looked so soft. She 
was slim, but not bony like those models you see 
who look like refugees. Her breasts weren't big, 
but nicely proportioned. I imagined touching her 
and blushed. She saw me and smiled, and then slid 
in beside me. It was so nice to feel her warm body 
next to mine.

We ate and chatted, but all the time I was aware 
of her body touching mine, and it was arousing me. 
Finally, I put my tray by the side of the bed and 
reached over and touched her breast. It was soft 
and warm, and I felt deliciously wicked. She held 
my wrist with her hand and looked at me.

"I only want you to do something if *you* really 
want to. But not now. We have to get our work done 
first."

She pulled my hand away, kissed the back of it, 
and got out of bed. I just stared at her as she 
padded across the floor. I couldn't believe her 
self-restraint. I was dying to make love to her.

The rest of the day was a normal one.  We tested 
and retested ourselves, wrote practice essays, and 
quizzed each other. Again, we only broke for 
lunch. And all the time I felt myself throbbing 
with desire. My senses heightened, my hands 
itching to touch her. By the time we'd finished, 
and it was time to eat and relax, I felt I'd do 
almost anything. Which, of course, as I discovered 
later, was what she'd wanted. I was actually a 
mature student and in my twenties. She was a few 
years younger than me, just 17. But she had the 
advantage of experience, and she used it.

We made a quick meal, ate, and then she decided 
that we should go down to the pub again. I just 
followed whatever she said. I was desperate, but 
knew I wasn't going to be able to do anything she 
didn't let me do. We had a quiet drink in a corner 
of the pub. Just enjoying the atmosphere, talking 
about anything but what had happened. But I knew 
that something would happen when we got back. The 
way she put her hand under the table and kept 
stroking my thigh, right to the vee of my jeans, 
told me that.

By the time we left, I was a mass of jangling, 
erotically charged nerves.  We walked back to the 
house, close but not touching, and in silence. I 
couldn't bring myself to speak and she, I'm sure, 
was just letting me stew.

When we got inside, she turned to me and said, 
"Would you like to go upstairs to bed? I know it's 
quite early, but we've got an early day tomorrow. 
And I'm sure we can find something to do before we 
go to sleep..."

My stomach flip-flopped and my mouth went dry as I 
stammered out, trying to look cool, "Y-yes, let's 
do that."

Her eyes flashed with laughter as she saw how I 
was trying to play along and pretend I was 
anything other than hot for her. She started 
upstairs and I followed, unable to keep my eyes 
off the swaying of her gorgeous little ass in 
front of my face.

I followed her all the way to her bedroom door. We 
went in and she closed the door behind us. She 
came up to me, gently pushed my hair away from my 
face, and kissed me. I kissed back hard. I was, by 
then, so turned on I wanted just to strip off and 
make love, but she kept the pace slow. It was 
incredibly erotic.

We undressed each other gradually, and I was 
embarrassed to find that my panties were stuck to 
me with all the juices that had flowed from me 
during what had seemed an interminable wait 
between the meal, the pub and here. But she didn't 
care. As soon as I was naked, she pulled me on the 
bed, naked herself, and we kissed again. This time 
I was able to run my hands over her body. It was 
something I'd never thought I'd do, and it was so 
emotionally satisfying, as well as being 
physically a turn on.

I started pleading with her to let me make love to 
her, but she wanted neither of us to be passive. 
So we began stroking and licking, fondling and 
caressing, until we both felt we were going to 
explode. Then she told me to get up on my knees, 
and face the other way. I did so and was looking 
down on her beautiful cunt as she slid underneath 
me.

She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me down to 
her mouth, so I followed her lead and put my head 
down to her glistening pussy.

I'd never had the scent of another woman's cunt in 
my nose before. Oh, I'd breathed in my scent on my 
fingers, but I wasn't at all sure what it was 
going to be like. It hooked me. The fragrance of 
Amanda, as I liked to think of it afterwards, 
added another level to the new sensations I'd been 
receiving. It became like a drug for me. And when 
I tasted her...I wondered why I'd been wasting all 
these years. I now had the sight, touch, taste and 
scent of her, and from what I heard, I must have 
been doing something right as I lapped at this 
delicious new hors d'oeuvre.

I was near to a climax by then, when I felt a 
finger move from my cunt to between my ass cheeks, 
and it slowly pushed into me. I'd never done that 
to myself, and it was a bit of a shock. Until she 
started slowly pumping the finger in and out 
whilst licking my clit. Instead of a shock, the 
sensation sent me over the edge, and I had to lift 
myself from her vee as I screamed incoherently.  I 
came over and over as she kept licking and 
thrusting back and forth into me. I had to tap her 
thigh to get her to stop for a bit, otherwise I'd 
have been in the same state as the night before.

I bent down again, as soon as I could, and began 
licking her frenziedly. Up and down her cunt, then 
concentrating on her clit. Emboldened by what 
she'd done to me, I covered one of my fingers in 
her juices and fucked her ass with a finger, too. 
She began bucking, her body arching, pressing her 
cunt into my mouth. I just kept going, hoping I 
was doing enough. As I felt her juices coating my 
mouth and face, I realised that I probably was, 
and started to concentrate on her clit, sucking it 
into my mouth and flicking it lightly with my 
tongue. I felt her quiver and as she came, I 
carried on as she had. I experienced a feeling of 
power as her clit throbbed in my mouth and she 
came for a second time, followed by happiness that 
I could do something like *this* for *her*. 

She patted my butt urging me to stop, as she 
seemed to have lots of repeated little orgasms in 
my mouth. I raised myself off her and turned 
round, lying down beside her. She got up on one 
elbow and leaned over me, kissing me deeply, and I 
tasted myself, mixed with her flavour, on my 
tongue. It was marvellous. We lay there for a 
while, in each others arms, just cuddling and 
gently caressing, and fell asleep like that, two 
warm, soft bodies in a lover's clasp.

The following day we had to go back to college, 
and I wouldn't be with her till the next weekend. 
During the week she had to go to the hospital and 
told me she had some problem with her blood. She'd 
had it since she was young, but it was no problem 
if she kept getting a check up and took the 
medication and ate right. She also told me that 
she would have to have another one as she was 
going back to Kenya for the summer.

I was very disappointed to hear that. I'd 
envisaged a summer of being with her as much as 
possible. There was no way I could go. So I just 
determined to enjoy the last three weekends and 
hopefully see her in the autumn when she got back 
before (and if) we went up to university. I was 
still glowing from the previous weekend anyway, so 
I just looked forward to the next.


A Waking Dream

The next two weekends followed a pattern. We'd 
work during the day and make love during the 
evenings and nights. She taught me all sorts of 
things, the most important being to tell her what 
I was really enjoying and what, if anything else, 
I would like to happen. Things that I'd dreamed of 
which I thought were beyond the pale, she readily 
accepted, telling me not to worry. We discussed 
our fantasies and our needs, our feelings and our 
desires. She opened my eyes to a world of 
sensuality I'd never imagined.

I found there was much I enjoyed and little I 
didn't. Like her, penetration was never something 
I particularly desired, though fingers and 
vibrators modified my view a little. We even tried 
a little bondage. It was excruciatingly sexy to be 
tied while the other person could do what they 
wanted to you.

Those two weekends, and the weeks in between, were 
little more than a blur of work and fucking. 
Surprisingly, we remembered both. And then it was 
the last weekend. We knew we wouldn't be in each 
other's arms again for a couple of months and the 
weekend was tinged with a bitter sweetness. We had 
to work, our exams were the following two weeks, 
but we made time for slow and gentle lovemaking. 
No games, just kisses and caresses and wonderful 
orgasms, as we drifted through on a cloud of 
passion.


Epilogue


I went home on the Monday, and we only met for the 
next two weeks, when there were exams. A smile, a 
glance, and the occasional squeeze of a hand were 
all we had. After the last exam, the lecturer took 
as all down to the pub and we contrived to sit 
together, holding hands under the table when we 
thought no one could see us. We walked back to the 
underground station together. Just before we 
separated, I couldn't resist, and in full view of 
other passengers I gave her a soft kiss on the 
mouth. Then she was gone.

We talked on the phone the day before she was due 
to fly out. She promised to send me a postcard and 
letters when she could, and said we could meet as 
soon as she got back.

I heard from her in the first week. Just that she 
was there, and safe. I treasured the two kisses 
she'd put next to her name. 

A couple of weeks later, I received another 
postcard. This time it said she was ill and in the 
hospital, but I shouldn't worry, it was her old 
problem that had flared up a bit.

Then, nothing. I tried and tried to find out. I 
couldn't find out who her parents were; I had her 
last name, but it was fairly common. The house had 
been rented out to someone else while she was 
away, and the rental people would divulge no 
useful information. I cried. A lot. I hope it 
wasn't what I think happened. 

I remember her every May and June, the time when 
we were together. I hope that she made it back. I 
hope Amanda is out there somewhere, making someone 
happy.

If you're listening Amanda, I loved you.




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*Authors Notes:
1. Just in case it's different elsewhere: A spliff 
is a joint, a roach, etc. And contains pot, 
cannabis, etc whatever you call it where you are.
2. Duvet - is a quilt stuffed with, usually, 
feathers/down (or a synthetic material) and used 
in place of blankets and sheets. An idea imported 
from Scandinavia and very popular in the UK.



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