She Seduced Me

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Around one in the morning I got the call.  My friend from college was in town and wanted to see me.  I grumbled some reply and hung up the phone.  In ten minutes, I was snoring and blissfully unaware of the world again, and when I woke up in the morning, I was still blissfully unaware until the doorbell rang.  Mandy stood there dressed like she had just hitchhiked across the Rockies.  I groaned as memory of the early morning phone call invaded my thoughts.  “Hey, come on in, I was just getting ready for work.”  Hint, hint.

Mandy stepped forward and gave me a big hug, shoving the large faux fur collar of her jacket into my nose.  “Hey there, Holly Hobbit.”

Oh God, the nickname that haunted me through college.  I tried to laugh at Mandy’s reminder of my youthful awkwardness.  “Hah, wow, been a long time since I’ve heard that.”

Mandy laughed for real.  “I know, right?  It really has been a long time, Hol.”

I sighed.  It had been.  “Well, come on in and I’ll get you some coffee.”

She stepped in and dropped her bag and backpack to the floor.  “Oh, no coffee, thanks.  Do you have any tea?”

I nodded.  “Any particular kind?”

“Um, green would be awesome.”  She followed me into the kitchen and I knew as she sat down and surveyed the apartment’s small but very modern look that I was going to be in for a long day.

It didn’t surprise me that Mandy found it acceptable to call someone she hadn’t seen in five years at one in the morning and show up for an extended stay.  When we’d been friends in college, she’d been a lot of fun.  Always full of ideas of what to do, where to go, who to hang with and, oh yes, what to imbibe, smoke and snort.  That had been some of my issue with her.  She claimed I didn’t know how to relax.  I told her she didn’t think about anyone but herself.  A few arguments later and we ended our senior year without goodbyes as we headed off to college.

Over the five years since, I’d heard different bits and pieces about her travels and adventures.  She had dropped out of the prestigious college where she’d won a full-ride music scholarship and taken off, according to our mutual friend who’d still been talking to her at the time and had, in fact, loaned her couch to Mandy at the beginning of her trek.  Our mutual friend had reported to me gleefully that her companion was a professor from the prestigious college.  “He’s a real bohemian,” Karlie had giggled.  “He’s got the goatee and the long hair and everything.”

I’d just nodded like I’d known all along this was how it would end for Mandy.  And I had known.

Then, of course, I just lost track of her, and everyone else, really.  Karlie, I last heard, was a stay-at-home mom of twins.  Others had, like me, graduated and entered their professions.  I was working towards my master’s in education, but I was working as a teacher at a private school in the meantime.  I enjoyed the work, but it kept me busy and so, beyond a few quick lunches or movie nights, I didn’t really hang out with anyone.  I certainly didn’t have time to think about running off on some crazy adventure with someone twice my age.

Mandy sipped at the tea I’d brought her.  “This is a really nice place, Hol.”

“Thanks, it’s a little pricey but I feel comfortable here and it’s only a few blocks from the school where I teach.”

Mandy had discarded her giant coat and was sitting in overalls and a flannel shirt.  Her gold hair she’d freed from the beanie she’d been wearing when I’d first seen her.  Somehow, she still managed to look beautiful even when wearing clothes stolen from the Farmer in the Dell.  “So, yeah, you’re teaching, huh?  I always knew you’d make it through the rat race with flying colors.”

I looked at her over my mug of coffee.  “Yeah, you know, I didn’t seem able to find the time to just drop things and go.”

She shrugged.  “It’s not something everyone can handle.  Hey, would you mind if I took a quick shower?  I’ve been living in these things since Wednesday.”

I just couldn’t believe her complete obliviousness.  Was the act real?  Was she really as crazy as I remembered?  “Uh, I guess that’d be fine, but um, look, Mandy, I have to get going to work so, I don’t know if  I can have you . . .”

Mandy jumped up with the wild energy I remembered so well.  She came over and gave me another big hug.  “No worries, I’ll just hang out ‘til you get back.  I’ll have things swinging when you come home.”

It was absolutely what I was afraid of, Mandy all alone and unsupervised in my house.  I smiled and tried again.  “Well, the thing is, Mandy, I really can’t let you be here without me.”

She got a look in her eye that made my stomach turn with nervousness.  “Oh, that is just the best idea ever.”

What idea?  It wasn’t an idea, not even a suggestion.  I needed her on her merry way and I needed to get to class.  Eight year-olds don’t hold things together very long.  “Mandy, I don’t think you understand.”

“Oh, I understand what I want to understand, my friend, and I understand you more than you know.  You, my girl, are taking the day off.”  She gave me a wink, making me her co-conspirator with a single tic.

I shook my head.  “I don’t think so, Mandy.  I can’t just walk away from thirty kids.  I’ll lose my job.”

She shrugged and headed out of the kitchen.  “Well, I’m gonna take my shower and give you time to think it over.”

I sat sipping my coffee and fuming about Mandy’s cluelessness.  Not everyone could just take off and live life on the go.  Some of us had to plan and build and think of the future.  I groaned and tried to settle my thoughts.  It wasn’t that a day off to just hang out and have some fun didn’t appeal to me, it was just that I couldn’t turn my back on my obligations.  It would drive me crazy to do so.  In defeat, I finally got up from the table and headed for the room to change for work.

I figured Mandy would be in the shower and that I could just walk in, grab what I needed from the closet, snag my purse and my bag and head out.  I breathed a sigh of relief though when I walked in and saw her clothes in a heap on my floor and heard the water running.  I was safe from further interruption to my day.  Of course, I’d have to work out what to do when I got home from work but, in the meantime, I could get my stuff and get out without any more debate.

I walked to my closet and stepped inside, pulling the doors closed so I could quickly change.  I was searching through the few, weary options on the hangers when I heard the bathroom door open and then, Mandy unzipping her bag.  I felt instantly trapped.  I went to the closet door and slid it open enough to take a peek and determine if I’d have an escape route.  I saw Mandy and sucked in my breath.

She was standing in front of my full-length mirror naked.  She was busily brushing out her beautiful long blond hair that seemed to shine with health and sun-enhanced highlights.  My own highlights came from a trip to the salon every three months.  It wasn’t her hair, though, that grabbed my attention.  It was her body, her perfectly toned and tanned body, as she shifted and bent to brush her hair from every direction.  She was stunning.

I turned a brief glance on my choice of a brown skirt and beige sweater and felt my dowdiness like a visible aura.  I felt distinctly unbeautiful.  I reached up to my hair in its ponytail and felt like a two year old.  I felt nothing like the graceful goddess Mandy was displaying.  Then, Mandy turned away from the mirror and dropped the brush on top of her bag as she passed it on her way to the . . .oh my God, she was headed my way.

I ducked back into the hanging clothing hoping to hide myself and not be caught out as some peeping Tomasina.  Mandy reached the closet and slid the door open and I heard her chuckle.  “Well, no surprises here.”  She stepped inside and began riffling through my wardrobe.  I tucked myself further back until my back hit the wall.  I held my breath as Mandy combed through my clothes and kept a running fashion commentary on each piece.  I felt a little angry at the suggestion that I was some kind of outdated prude.  I had to dress sensibly at work.  I was teaching third graders for God’s sake.

Mandy reached the shoe rack and sighed.  Her still naked body bent down to examine the individual pairs.  I only had five, three pairs of sneakers and two pairs of dress flats.  I did have a pair of heels for dates or professional functions, but they were in a box up on the shelf.  Mandy picked up one of the flats.  “Wow, Holly Hobbit, these are some strange shoes for a person of the shire.  I just don’t see the fun gal I knew back in the day.  Oh where, oh where did she go?”

To college and then to work, I wanted to shout.  What did she think she was doing passing judgment on me, anyway?  She’s the one who showed up on my doorstep looking like a down-sized lumberjack.  I ground my teeth and then, Mandy looked right at me.  “Boo.”

I jumped up and stumbled against her as I fought to get out of the corner.  “Oh, hey, I was just trying to find my shoes and . . .”

Mandy smiled and held me to her.  “Oh, Hol, it’s okay, I don’t mind.  Just relax.”

I managed to pull away and head out of the closet.  “Relax?”  That was the last thing I could do.  I’d been watching my old friend sift through my dumpy clothing and then, I’d run right into her naked body.  It had been the most unsettling few minutes I’d ever experienced.

Mandy followed me out of the closet.  “Yeah, Hol, me being naked in front of you is nothing.  I’m comfortable with myself.”

I nodded.  “Um hmm, that’s great.  Uh, Mandy, I think you should get dressed.”

She stepped up to me and gave me a hug.  “Why?” She whispered against my neck as her arms pulled me tighter.

I couldn’t even struggle.  My mind had stopped functioning.  I had no answer.  I just let her hug me and felt her body press against mine.  I felt a strange sensation flow through me like warm syrup.  She began to move her hands along my sides and I shivered.  “Why do you need me to leave, Holly?”

“I just, I need . . .” I stopped as I felt Mandy’s hands travel under my shirt and run over my stomach.

Mandy leaned in and brushed her lips over mine.  I didn’t understand what she was doing.  I’d never thought of being with another woman, didn’t consider experimenting while at college like some of my other friends.  I hadn’t even really dated men in college much less taking the time to explore my sexual limits with a dorm roomie.  Now, as Mandy let her fingers run up to lightly brush over my nipples and I shuddered.  My mouth fell open to make some protest but I could only moan softly as Mandy’s hands cupped my breasts and gently squeezed.

She kissed me again but this time she didn’t just pull away.  Her mouth pressed on mine and I felt her tongue slip in and explore.  Her hands were wandering lower now, grabbing at my pajama bottoms and pulling them down.  I felt them slide over my hips and fall loosely in a bundle at my feet.  I pulled back.  “Mandy, I don’t know what you’re used to, but I definitely . . .”

Again, she pulled me to her and kissed me, and this time her hands traveled beneath my panties and her fingertips began to tease along my pussy lips.  I gasped as she slipped one finger between them and pushed inside me.  From that moment on, I was beyond protesting.  My body was deciding everything.

Mandy kept her one hand between my legs and let her fingers travel inside me and then, out to massage my clit.  Her other hand took one of mine and brought it to her breast.  She squeezed her hand on top of mine and I felt her nipple grow rigid under my palm.  The warmth of her hand covering mine as I caressed her breast sent little intense shocks travelling over me.  I bit my lip and held my breath.

She pulled back and smiled at me and then, walked me to the bed.  I could only follow her in a stagger, not thinking beyond the sensations that were flooding my body.  I wanted to be touched everywhere.  She turned me to her and wrapped her arms around me and pressed her nakedness against mine.  My panties had fallen in a heap somewhere along the trail to my bed and I was now as naked as she was. I felt her lift a leg and slide it up and down the back of my leg, brushing my ass slightly.  I felt her shift so her pussy, unshaven and covered in soft blond hair, brushed against mine.  I shuddered and moaned again.  I was aching for her to do more, to do anything she wanted.  I was completely free of any rational thought.  For once, my body was winning.

Mandy pushed me back until my legs knocked against the bed and I fell back onto it.  Pressing on my shoulders, she pushed me down until I was lying on my back with my legs still hanging off the side.  Giving me a small smile, she shook her blond hair back and began moving down over my front, kissing and licking and pinching me as she went.  She paused over my breasts and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth, pulling on it and teasing it with her tongue.  My hands went down to give a weak shove on her shoulders but she only bit my tender little nipple and made me yell.  “Oh God, Mandy, what . . .?”

She ignored me and slid further until she was off the bed, on her knees, in front of my legs.  She brought her hands up the inside of my legs, sending expectant chills over my skin.  She kissed me gently on the tops of my knees.  “Oh beautiful Holly, you are just so tense.”  Her hands moved to the insides of my thighs and pushed my legs apart.  “You need to relax.”

A vague flash of panic rose in me as I thought of my poor abandoned third grade class and then, her mouth was on me and my mind went blank as I felt her push against me and thrust her tongue deep inside me.  An instant wave of pleasure rolled over me and made me shake.  Involuntarily, my hands flew down and held her head as my hips moved up.  I focused intensely on the sound of her tongue and lips licking and sucking on me.  I groaned and gripped her hair.  She moved to my clit and began giving it long, rough strokes with her tongue that made me cry out.  I’d never had a man focus such attention on me in the way that Mandy was doing now.  I felt my pussy begin to throb and I knew that I was already on the edge of a tremendous orgasm.

Then, Mandy stopped and with a jump, she was beside me on the bed, kissing my face, my neck and pulling me on top of her as she rolled onto her back.  She wrapped her legs around my waist and moved her body against mine.  I shivered as I felt her pussy brush mine and then, her hands were urging me around, her legs releasing me and helping to direct me so that I eventually was on my hands and knees above her with my face poised right above her pussy.  I stared down at her like I didn’t know what was in front of me until I felt her legs wrap around me again and pull me down.  At the same time, I felt her hands on my ass and then, her mouth was back on me, her tongue inside me.  I moaned and lowered my mouth to kiss her pussy.

I didn’t know what I was doing.  I was just following her lead.  I let my fingers tease along her pussy lips and then, I parted them and kissed gently on her clit and lower.  I felt her respond, thrusting her hips up eagerly to meet my unsure movements.  Her legs fell to either side of me as she pushed up and brought her pussy up to meet my tentative tongue.  I licked softly and heard her moan and then, she began to furiously suck and lick at me, massaging my clit with her tongue until I was on the edge again.  My body shook above her and I stopped what I was doing to pay attention to what was happening.  I’d never felt such a strong build of sensation, and every nerve in my body was trembling as she stroked me with her tongue.

She didn’t let me stop for long.  Grabbing me around the waist, she again rolled on the bed so that she was now the one on top and I was below her with her pussy pressing into my face.  She lowered her pussy to my lips and began to rub against them, moving faster and faster as her own tongue worked wildly on my pussy.  I cried out when she thrust her fingers into me and began fucking me with them hard and fast.  Without thinking, I did the same, bringing my fingers up to slip deep inside Mandy’s pussy.  The feeling of her wet slit closing around my fingers while her tongue and fingers worked inside me brought me closer and closer.  The two of us worked in a crazy rhythm until Mandy suddenly cried out.  “Oh fuck, Hol, I’m gonna come!  Oh fuck, oh yes; oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Mandy’s body jolted up hard against my mouth and I could feel her pussy spasm and grip my fingers.  Wet warmth flowed over my fingers and her body twisted above me as she continued to moan and cry out.  Her loss of control made me feel even closer and I began to move my body, trying to draw Mandy’s attention back to me.  I was desperate to feel her tongue on me again.  Finally, her head fell forward and I felt her hot breath over my pussy as she worked to calm down enough to finish with me.  I moaned in agony, waiting for her to lick me, to touch me, to slide her fingers inside me and to fuck me.  I trembled as I felt her mouth just a small space above me.  My pussy throbbed and I felt a familiar building of tension deep inside me and then, she let her tongue slip in to give gentle licks to my clit.

I exploded in a hard spasm of pleasure that rocketed out from my pussy through every nerve in my body.  The sensation burrowed deep within me at the same time, making my pussy clench hard around her fingers as they began to thrust slow and deep, in and out of me over and over.  I’d never experienced such an overwhelming orgasm in all my life.  As the spasms overtook me, my body went rigid and then relaxed before going rigid again with an even stronger wave of ecstasy.  I closed my eyes and felt Mandy fall on top of me and then to the side as she lost her strength and shook beside me.

We seemed to lie there for hours, our bodies shaking, our breathing rasping in tandem as we fought to control our muscles and our senses.  I felt her hand stroke my body in a tender gesture and I practically screamed as it sent another spasm through me.  She giggled and thrust her hand between my legs, teasing me mercilessly until I rolled away from her and managed to weakly pull myself up to sit on the edge of the bed.  My head was swimming and when I stood, I almost fell right back on the bed.  I made my unsteady way to the bathroom and closed the door.  My mind tried to make sense of everything but each remnant of my climax drove my thoughts into useless puddles.  I started the shower and stepped in and let the water work at clearing my head.

A few moments later, I heard the bathroom door open and then, Mandy was stepping into the shower with me.  My mind dropped all thought again.  “I . . .I don’t . . .”  I could only stutter.

Mandy just shook her head and gave me her sweet smile.  “You’re still so tense, Hol.  What else can I do to help you relax?”

The question seemed so ridiculous that I laughed out loud.  “Mandy, what the fuck are you doing in here?”

She shrugged and stepped under the water with me.  “I just thought maybe you needed a little more permission to say Fuck it today.”  She reached out and ran a hand over my wet hair and down my back.  A spasm hit my pussy in response and I groaned.   “Every once in a while, Holly, it’s okay to say fuck it to everything and just give it a rest.”

I looked at her, the water streaming over her body, her beautiful body that I’d just touched and kissed and finger-fucked.  I grinned.  “Okay then, Mandy, fuck it.”  I reached out and pulled her against me, rubbing my wet body up and down hers.

Mandy smiled.  “Well, that’s a nice change.  I’m happy to see you let loose.”

I nodded and put a finger to her lips.  “Mandy, I thought I told you to fuck it.”  I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her to her knees in front of me.  Twisting my hands in her wet hair, I brought her face up to my pussy.  Her tongue searched and found my clit, making me shudder and almost lose my footing.  I planted my feet more firmly as she thrust into my wet opening and I let my worries die down for a while longer.  Her eager moans and sighs as she worked her mouth on me helped everything recede.

It was remarkably anti-climactic when I took the day off.  They had substitutes on call, and there wasn’t so much as a funny look. Of course, I didn’t feel an ounce of resentment the next time Holly called and invited herself over.  I just stayed in bed and waited for the doorbell to ring.     

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