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Subject: {ASSM} "Hear"  by  deirdre  (FF+)  --  rp by H. Jekyll  and Please Cain
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Hear

By deirdre

(FF+)

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" next month.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
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Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. --
deirdre


Hear by deirdre, 7/27/95

I could believe that it was happening since it was written up in more
than one article and featured on various TV reports: college women
embracing bisexuality--using their time away at college as an
opportunity to experiment or to develop relationships to keep them
safely satisfied. Not that I'd seen signs of it: my campus wouldn't be
in the forefront of such trends, and most of all, people tend to keep
things like that from me.

It's not just that I'm a straight-arrow: I seem to send out
straight-arrow signals to everyone I come in contact with. Somehow they
look at me and just *know* I'm not a person with which to engage in
questionable practices. And it's ironic: yes I grew up in a
conservative household, but inside, I'm not that conservative at all.

And the idea of bisexuality intrigued me. The idea that some of the
women I lived with were quietly pairing off. Trying something new and
different. And most of all, I must admit, I did feel some attraction to
women. I'd discovered my attraction while watching some sexier scenes
in movies (no, not X-rated movies; just noticing the women in some of
your plain-old R-rated heterosexual love scenes). Once discovered, I'd
realized some fashion models held that kind of fascination for me, and
eventually I admitted to myself that women I'd seen and knew could
affect me. Not that I'm not basically heterosexual, but I *did* start
thinking, and from all I heard, college is the time to give it a try.

What an idea! I mean, for me! I *am* a straight-arrow in many ways:
never been with a man if you know what I mean; date very little. Not
really outgoing. And here I was, contemplating the idea of actually
finding and forming a relationship with a woman! How would I do it? Ask
someone I knew?  I couldn't imagine it. Go to some obviously-Lesbian
gathering? Like a bar?

That wasn't what I was looking for. This was going to be hard. One way
or another, I was going to have to overcome my natural reserve, at some
point. I thought about all the women I knew. I thought about what sort
of person I was interested in. It would be nice if I found someone
exactly like myself: a woman who wasn't outgoing and didn't go out
much, but on the inside, wasn't as conservative as she appeared.
Someone who I could share the experience with, in confidence.

And the problem was, how would two such less-than-outgoing people find
each other? Was I going to start finding quiet women and bring up the
subject of a Lesbian relationship? And though I *know* there must be
other women similar to myself, since I don't talk to that many people,
I'd be unlikely to discover them, and even if I did, how would I make
friends with someone as reserved as me?

I finally decided that finding and approaching another reserved woman
just wasn't practical. I needed someone who would take the lead. Or
someone to help me. Set me up? Or at least someone sympathetic that I
could talk about it to. Someone nice, who was engaging in such a
relationship.

I thought about the women I knew again. Who was most likely to be in
such a relationship? And again, with enough thought, I had my answer:
Leslie Brown.  She was definitely outgoing. I'd once noticed her with a
woman and wondered about the two of them, but more than that, she had
the right kind of personality for this. She had that combination that I
needed: someone who I could feel comfortable talking to and someone who
certainly would know what was going on.

All I needed was some unobtrusive way to bring up the subject with
Leslie.  After more thought, I settled on trying to casually ask her if
some other pair of women were engaging in something. I started spending
more time with her, actually hanging on her a little, and eventually
one day as we were walking back from supper, I managed to comment on
two women I'd seen together a bit.

"Rebecca and Janet?" she responded. She looked at me for a couple of
seconds as we walked, not saying anything more.

Finally I had to fill the silence. "I just wondered."

I glanced at her. She was eyeing me sidelong as we walked and she was
smiling. At me? It seemed like a knowing smile. I suddenly felt a lump
in my throat. "I know why you brought that up," she finally said.

I fought panic for a split second, but then managed to relax. No she
didn't.  "Never mind," I said, afraid I was going to lose my voice or
something.

"You're thinking about doing it yourself, aren't you?"

"No!" I sort of squeaked.

"Yes you are: you've wondered what it would be like but you're too shy
to approach anyone. Right?"

I was silent. Stunned, actually. This wasn't going as I'd planned at
all!  She giggled. "You *are* pretty transparent, you know." I hoped
not everyone saw through me so easily! "I'll tell you who you should
talk to."

"Listen, I didn't mean..."

"Yes you did. You should talk to Sherry Davis." Sherry Davis. My mind
raced. Sherry was not a reserved person at all. I suppose I might have
chosen to try to bring it up with *her* but she wasn't nearly so
approachable as Leslie. Sherry tended to make me feel more nervous.

*Why Sherry?* I should have asked that question of Leslie right then,
but I was very nervous and when I'm nervous, I get quiet. And I wasn't
about to confirm Leslie's suspicions. Ha! As if going mute was going to
hide anything.

Was Sherry interested in women? *I'd* certainly had no inkling--she
certainly *was* interested in men, and didn't lack a social life. Me
approach Sherry about this? No way!

I *didn't* approach Sherry. "Claire," she said the next day as I passed
her dorm room.

"Yes?" Sherry never talked to me much, but even so, I wasn't suspicious
about anything yet.

"Come here a second." I came in and she closed the door behind me. We
were alone. Then suddenly my mind was fantasizing a conversation about
me between her and Leslie. I was ready to die.

She smiled at me. "Leslie tells me you're interested in trying it with
a woman."

I kept myself in control. Sometimes I can act. I badly didn't want to
stand there like an idiot. "She's one to jump to conclusions," I said,
with what I hoped was the right combination of amusement and
confidence.

"Correct ones, for the most part," answered Sherry without batting an
eye.  "She knows I've tried it."

I wasn't going to bluff my way out. I stared at Sherry, paralyzed. And
I couldn't help it. Was Sherry interested in me? Was I interested in
her?  Yes, she was attractive. She wasn't... well, she *was* friendly
in a way, but still somehow she frightened me. I couldn't imagine being
*comfortable* around her. "But she *doesn't* know..." she continued,
"that I'm already *in* a such a relationship." By this time, I'm almost
sure my mouth was hanging open. She smiled at me: a little friendlier
smile than when I'd first entered, and I felt a little more
comfortable. And evidently she *wasn't* going to make a pass at me.

This was the first woman I'd known who had *told* me she'd done it.
Before this, other than some women who were definitely Lesbian, I'd had
a couple of suspicions, but never had been *sure* that the women were
doing anything! I couldn't help myself. I was curious beyond belief.
"You'd like to know who, wouldn't you?" she said. When, once again, I
couldn't voice my assent for fear of looking nosey as well as being
embarrassed, she went on: "Donna Strickland."

Donna Strickland. Sherry was carrying on with Donna Stickland? I didn't
know Donna too well--on thinking of it, I realized she was probably a
bit shy like me. It was *really* hard to believe that Donna would be
involved with anyone.  Especially Sherry: Donna was a senior! "You
don't believe me, do you," said Sherry. "Are you going to say
something?" she added.

"I... Donna?"

"Yes. Listen: look at this." She went to her dresser and looked through
the drawer. "You can't tell *anyone* about this: especially *Donna*."
She brought over a snapshot. I stared at it. It was Donna, lying on a
bed.  Sherry's bed, I realized: it was her bedspread. Donna was up on
her elbows, smiling at the camera. And she wasn't wearing anything but
underpants!

"You didn't believe me, did you?" she went on. "She's really something:
a real wildcat once you get underneath that reserved exterior. I wonder
if *you're* like that?" She paused. "I'll bet you are. If I weren't
involved with Donna, well we didn't really promise each other anything,
she's actually straight and some guy'll find out what she's *really*
like some day and..."

She didn't finish, but finally started again. "But I'd feel funny
having *two* relationships with women at the same time, and I'm sure
she'd, well, not feel good about it..."

I was still staring at the snapshot. Donna, lying there like that.
Donna was *doing* what I only *thought about*. With Sherry who was two
years younger than her! Sherry had stopped talking and I glanced up at
her. She was watching me. She smiled when I looked at her. "Can't
believe she'd pose like that, can you?" she finally said. "You're
really interested in this, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry..." I started. I felt so nosey.

She got a far-away look on her face. "You'd be good, I *know* it." she
finally said, looking back at me. "You know, we could, maybe, just one
time..." She started approaching me. I *knew*. She looked calm, first a
fleeting smile, then just a concerned look on her face. I was sitting
on her bed and she sat down next to me and took the snapshot out of my
hands.

I knew what was coming. I certainly hadn't expected things to go like
*this*.  Me and Sherry? She smiled. She hadn't touched me yet. "Relax,"
she said, "I'll just massage your shoulders." She was behind me,
quickly, but smoothly and her hands were on the side of my neck. She
was actually touching me!  With sexual intent! I'm sure I was as stiff
as a statue. She giggled a little. "Don't worry, we won't get into the
whips and chains *this* time."

I *knew* she was joking. I *must* have known. "You didn't *believe* me,
did you?" she finally said, laughing. "But listen, we *have* tried
*this*."  She'd hopped up and was in her drawer again. She held up a
pair of handcuffs!  I stared. Donna Strickland playing with handcuffs
with Sherry! What did they do? Did Sherry handcuff her? In a moment,
she was sitting behind me again, once again working on my neck.
"Wondering about pretty little Donna?" she finally said. "You'd be
surprised..."

"Listen, I don't know about this..." I finally said, finding my voice.

"I said, *relax*," she returned. She didn't stop. "*You* wanted to try
it, and you *know* that nervous as you are, you'll be just as nervous
another time." She was good with my neck. And my shoulders. Then her
hands were holding my shoulders, gently but firmly and she kissed the
back of my neck.  No one had ever kissed me there before. For some
reason, I thought about her kissing Donna like that. Seducing Donna
like that their first time.

And that was the beginning of it. Last night, I sat leaning against the
wall at the head of Sherry's bed. Between my legs sat Donna, leaning
back against me, her back against my body. We were both completely
naked and I had my hands around her, holding her around the waist. No,
not on her breasts. I felt a momentary shaking of her body with
nervousness and anticipation. She held he breath. It was so amazing to
be holding Donna like that. Our bodies pressed together. Sherry stood
in front of us, wearing just her bra and underpants. She smiled at us.
She was holding the handcuffs. She climbed onto the bed, right in front
of Donna, who watched her approach. Donna's body trembled.


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