Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 18:43:59 +0000
From: Kristian Elvemo <elve777@hotmail.com>
Subject: Susanne

Here are the complete adventures of "Susanne". The first part has undergone
a slight revision, but the changes are only cosmetic. Those of you who have
already read it, can jump directly to where we left Susanne last time
around (i.e. if you want to read the rest of the story, of course).

Hope you'll enjoy it.


SUSANNE


Susanne made it onto the train just as the doors closed, and managed to
squeeze herself in. It was rush hour and not only were all the seats taken,
but Susanne had to struggle just to find somewhere to place her feet. She
tried to ignore the hostile glances from other passengers as she searched
for a spot for herself in the already overcrowded carriage. A very
voluptuous woman gave a loud sigh as Susanne's bag bumped into her. Susanne
had hardly opened her mouth to say sorry, before the train's abrupt start
had her almost losing her balance and falling backwards.

"Hey, watch your step!" she heard a female voice from behind her, and felt
a pair of hands grabbing her by the waist. She turned around and recognised
a slightly familiar face. It was a girl from her class.

"It's ok," the girl laughed, "I can hold on to the pole and you can hold on
to me!" Susanne was touched by this surpise display of friendliness in a
setting like this, from somenone she hadn't even been introduced to.
"Thanks," she smiled. "You attend the course in Macroeconomics, right?"

The girl's accent was quite distinct, so Susanne was not surprised when she
told her her name was Varya and she was Russian. This was her first year at
LSE, just like Susanne. "Where do you-"

The train's unusually erratic pace played another trick on her. Varya
laughed. "Didn't I tell you to hold onto me?" Susanne smiled, and grabbed
the Russian girl's arm. "Sorry, I'm not used to this kind of transport from
back home."

Susanne thought back at all the bus rides home to the small farm in Norway
where she grew up.  Her home had been the last stop on the line, and for
the final two miles she would be the only passenger. And from where the bus
stopped it was a one- and-a-half mile's walk to get to her doorstep. Given
the location of her parents' farm, Susanne had always been used to rely on
herself for company. Her parents were concerned that she spent too much
time by herself, but Susanne did not feel lonely. She loved the farm
animals -- she had a special name for each one of them, and every time the
slaughter-truck came to escort a pig to its final destination, she would
cry for hours and hate her parents for being so cruel. Ever since she was
small, she'd also been very fond of long solitary walks in the hilly forest
across the fields. Whenever something troubled her, she sought refuge in a
little hideaway she had there, shielded by a big rock and some spruce-firs.
It always gave her a thrill to visit in the darkness, finding her way
through all the branches, seeing but a couple of yards before her. But once
she got there, she would feel completely secure. She had never introduced
anoyone else to this place- apart from Jenny. But that seemed like a
different century...

When she broke off from her train of thoughts, she noticed she was still
clutching Varya's arm. She let go of it, feeling somewhat embarassed. Varya
smiled at her. It was funny to see her smile. In the lecture hall she would
always seem so indivertible, totally focused on the lecture. "Maybe her
looks contribute to that impression", Susanne thought as she glanced at her
fellow student. Her pale skin and cool grey eyes gave her face a glacial
quality, although a shade of red in her blonde hair hinted at other strains
in her character. Still, seeing her smiling was like seeing ice melting.
She just seemed so different, Susanne thought. Normally, Susanne hated the
forced intimacy of crowds, but Varya's closeness did not feel unpleasant.
Her ice-like features belied the feminine warmth that her personality
exuded, and which Susanne could sense spreading to her own body.

"Your love is like a heatwave, burning in my heart...."

From out of nowhere, a song started playing on her mental stereo. True, it
was one of her favourite songs, but why now?!? It couldn't be... no, no, it
was just the straightforward fact of the heat generated by all the
passengers. It was really hot and clammy in here. The young brunette
noticed she was sweating.

"Well, see you tomorrow then. Take care!"

Susanne's eyes followed the Russian girl as she headed for the exit of the
tube-station. She noticed the elegant, feminine way she carried herself.
When Susanne unlocked the door to her flat, she realised that she had been
thinking about this Russian girl all the way from the tube. She found it a
bit unusual, but dropped the thread when she spotted a letter on the
kitchen table.

The handwriting and the Swedish stamps said it all. Susanne left her bags
of groceries in the kitchen, and positioned herself in her bed. She
remembered the exitement she used to greet Jenny's letters with. Before
they became so trivial they could have been written to just anybody, she
thought.  Enclosed in the envelope was a newspaper clipping. It showed a
smiling Jenny being awarded the gold medal for 80 meter hurdles in the
Swedish youth nationals. It didn't surprise Susanne; they had trained a lot
together during Jenny's two-year stay in Norway, and Susanne knew all about
Jenny's athletic skills and her unrivalled determination. Not really
wanting to, she studied the picture. Jenny was as beautiful as ever, with
her classic Nordic blonde hair & blue eyes. Her lips were amazing, so full
and feminine. Once, just once, had Susanne felt those lips against her
own. It was the last night before Jenny's parents were to move back to
Sweden, and take their 16-year old daughter with them. Susanne had taken
Jenny to her little hideaway in the forest. Solemn promises were made about
keeping their friendship alive despite the distance, and visiting each
other during summer and vacations. Still, Jenny's assurance that nothing
would really change couldn't suppress Susanne's feeling that something was
lost forever. "Hey," Jenny consoled her friend, "what we have is so special
it can never be lost." For an eternal moment they had looked into each
other's eyes, and their eyes must have said something that neither knew how
to express verbally. The next thing Susanne remembered was Jenny's moist
lips touching her own, and the sweet taste of her mouth as she opened those
lips to let in Susannes's searching tongue...

Susanne put the letter aside. Not again, she thought, as she noticed the
warm sensation seeping through her body. Better keep that picture locked
away somewhere, she advised herself. She took a cold shower and decided to
spend the evening studying. Unlike many of her fellow students, Susanne
really enjoyed economics, especially the mathematical aspects of it, and
was determined not to waste this opportunity to get a degree from one of
Europe's leading academic institutions.  Social life or no social life...

After four hours of studying, Susanne watched a BBC costume drama, before
preparing for bed.  The reflection in the bathroom mirror showed a
beautiful young woman; shoulderlength dark brown hair, warm, almond-green
eyes and sensuous, expressive lips. Susanne spent less time in front of the
mirror than most women, but couldn't help noticing her own good looks. Her
attractiveness troubled her. She was blessed with beauty, but she didn't
know what to do with it. Guys didn't really interest her. And girls... no,
it wasn't possible. Not after Jenny. Her soul was like a treasure chest
where she kept the memory of Jenny's kiss, and she didn't want to unlock it
to anoybody.

But tonight, as she was studying her face in the mirror, she found herself
comparing her features to those of the Russian girl in her class. She was
puzzled by the contrast of their eyes. Varya's were greyish blue and icy,
like January, her own green and warm, like August. Is it true that the eyes
are a mirror into a woman's soul? Were Varya's eyes a mirror into her soul?

Pondering those questions, Susanne drifted off into sleep...

From the moment she opened her eyes the following morning, Susanne had been
feeling a tension building up inside of her. It took her some time to
identify the source, and she was surprised when she realised it had to do
with Varya. She wanted to talk to her again. She wanted to find out more
about her. But how? She couldn't just walk up to her and say hello?

Susanne was kind of relieved when she didn't see Varya in the lecture hall,
because she didn't know how to approach her. She had just opened her book
when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"So, you survived the last few stops?" Varya smiled. "I hope you didn't
have to cling to anybody else."

All through the lecture, something in Susanne's presence filled her with a
warm, tingling feeling. For once, focusing on the lecture became a
challenge. Because of Varya? Susanne was puzzled.

Varya knew of an inexpensive, but good Indian restaurant where they could
have lunch together, "if you don't have anything else to do?"

 "No!" Susanne quickly responded, as if the offer would be withdrawn if she
hesitated for more than a split second. She immediately felt stupid and
hoped Varya hadn't noticed.

The next evening Varya invited Susanne over. Varya had a passion for
classical music, having played piano since she was a kid. The two girls
spent several hours listening to her cd's. Although Susanne wasn't really
into classical music, the young brunette was a keen listener. "Maybe this
music is another door into Varya's soul?" she thought.

"You're strange," Varya said, as the final chord of one of her favourite
pieces faded out.

Susanne looked at her new friend, not understanding.

"Most girls I meet only want to go shopping or discuss guys or something
like that. And they would find it very boring just sitting here listening
to my cd's." She paused for a few seconds. "I... I'm not imposing myself on
you? Making you come here and listen to all this stuff... Maybe I'm taking
advantage of your politeness."

"No!" Susanne replied, looking up at her friend. "This is so cool. But..."

Susanne looked down for a moment, then lifted her gaze to see Varya
studying her intently, as if alerted by the word "but".

"...I would love it if you could come over to my place and listen to some
of my cds too. Like Billie Holiday, you'd love her."

A smile spread across Varya's face.

"I'd love that, Susanne."

Late that night, in her bed, Susanne found she couldn't sleep. She felt so
light, as though a puff of wind from her open window would carry her away
just like that. She couldn't wait for tomorrow and seeing Varya again...

In the course of the following weeks, listening to cds at Varya or
Susanne's place became like a daily routine. Except there was nothing
routine-like about it, of course. Seeing Varya made Susanne's heart jump,
whenever they met. Wasn't it weird? Walking home from the tube station she
would pass hundreds, maybe thousands of people, and she wouldn't take
notice of a single invididual. An undifferentiated mass... But as soon as
she felt Varya's presence, Susanne was swept away by a rush of emotions.
How can one individual make all the difference? There were drugs that could
make you relax, that could make you happy, careless, horny- there seemed to
be a drug out there for every feeling- except the one Varya had produced in
her. It was just so... different. It reminded her of three years ago, and
Jenny...

It didn't take long for the two 19-year olds to leave their tiny rooms in
favour of a... well, tiny apartment. But at least they had their own
bathroom and kitchen. Not separate bedrooms, though, which for a lot of
young women would have been a problem. Susanne asked her friend how she
felt about it.

"I mean, you might want to... you know, bring somebody home."

"No, I'm not really into one-night stands, thank you." End of topic. Funny,
it was the first time they had touched upon the topic of sex, apart from
Varya's brief mentioning of a boyfriend she'd split up with one year
ago. It hadn't struck Susanne before. That couldn't be normal, could it?
Two attractive young females in Europe's largest metropol, in the 21st
century, and sex was not a topic?

Ever since they met, Susanne had sensed that her feelings for Varya were
also of a physical nature.  She loved hugging her, stroking her hair,
giving her a shoulder massage. But that was a normal thing between two best
friends, wasn't it? It wasn't like she wanted to... like, make love to
Varya, like...  lick her? Like she had fantasized about doing to Jenny back
then. Until she reached the point where just thinking about Jenny became so
agonising that she quit masturbating for a long time. No, she couldn't let
it happen to her again. She woudn't be able to cope with it.

But ignoring those feelings became increasingly difficult. Varya was a very
physical person, she loved hugging, and Susanne loved it when Varya would
approach her from behind and throw her arms around her shoulders. The
feeling of Varya's full, soft breasts pressing against her back- it sent a
hot current of emotions running through Susanne. Did Varya feel the same
way? Maybe it was common in Russia to hug and kiss people all the time? But
why didn't Varya date guys? Maybe she wanted to concentrate on her studies
instead. "But why does she spend so much time with ME then?"

One night they had been to a jazz concert and came home quite late. Maybe
it was the latin flavoured music, maybe it was the starlit sky, whatever,
both girls felt in a light-spirited mood as they headed home. Varya was
even more upbeat than usual, clutching Susanne's hand and giving her cheek
a little peck, bringing forth a cute tinge of red on the brunette's cheek.

Back home in their appartment, they opened a bottle of wine they bought on
the way home. They didn't even have a sofa, so they sat on their
mattresses, facing each other. Later, Susanne would try to remember what
the conversation had been about, but she couldn't. All she recalled was
Varya's eyes. It was as if they tried to penetrate into her soul. Searching
for something. For what?

Susanne felt almost relieved when Varya turned over on her back. They
wouldn't be facing each other... She noticed that the bottle of wine was
empty.

"Susanne?"

"Mmm..."

"Mind if I ask you something personal?"

Susanne felt her pulse get quicker.

"Why don't you date with guys?"

"Well, I... I want to focus on school and things like that."

"That's it?"

"Yeah." Silence followed. Saved, Susanne thought. For one second there I
almost felt like telling her everything. This fucking wine!

"Because..." Varya hesitated. "Well, it's a bit unusual that a gorgeous
girl like you don't hang out with guys."

"Oh, stop it!"

"No, I mean it, you're so beautiful, you can have anybody, and still..."

"Well, like I said... By the way, have you read the article for the class
in consumption-theory tomorrow?"

"It's not tomorrow, silly, it's on Friday. No, I haven't read it. But tell
me, you and this Swedish girl, Jenny, you were really close, right?"

"I told you we were best friends." Why does she bring up Jenny???

"I mean, you had something special together, didn't you?"

"Varya, I'm tired now, and I don't want to get up to late
tomorrow. Remember the paper in macroeconomics, I have to start writing. Is
it okay if we sleep now?"

"Sorry, Susanne, yeah, you're right, there's a day tomorrow as well."

Of course, Susanne could do anything but sleep. She looked over at
Varya. She was sleeping, her chest heaving. Susanne had studied Varya's
sleeping form before, she always looked so peaceful.  Tonight, though, she
was constantly turning around and adjusting her position. Something's
troubling her. Is it me? Susanne wondered.

She felt a pressure in her bladder from all the wine, and went to the
bathroom. After relieving herself, she noticed herself in the bathroom
mirror. She came to think of Varya's words. "You're so beautiful, you can
have anybody." Susanne looked at the person in the mirror. Did Varya mean
it when she told her she found her beautiful? Was she attracted to her? She
studied her lips. Does Varya dream about kissing those lips? Her gaze went
southwards. Her small, perky breasts were covered by a yellow T-shirt. The
erect nipples told no lie. Would Varya like to kiss those nipples that
stood out so proud only for her? Susanne removed her shirt. Her breasts
could barely fill a B- cup, but whatever they lacked in volume, they made
up for in perkiness. The 19-year old inspected her own breasts. She coated
a finger in saliva and ran it over the soft flesh. Was this what her
breasts would look like after Varya had sucked on them?

God, she had never felt so hot before! Not since that night three years
ago. Jenny's hot, probing tongue in her mouth. Susanne's left hand gently
touching Jenny's warm breast through the thin material of her T. Memories
that always filled her with pain. But tonight they filled her with desire.
Reinvoking the taste of Jenny's mouth made her yearn even stronger to pass
her tongue inside Varya's mouth. Would Varya taste like Jenny?

Susanne heard herself panting. She just couldn't help it. Looking at
herself in the mirror, through Varya's eyes, and reliving Jenny's kiss- it
was too much for the inexperienced 19-year old, way too much. She pulled
down her white cotton panties and took in the sight of her own nakedness.
It was the naked body of a fit, healthy young woman. Small, perky breasts,
with a pointy pair of nipples that begged for attention. Slender, with
willowy hips that defined the essence of femininity. And between her well
toned legs, a dark triangle and promises of eternal bliss. Susanne gazed at
her furry pussy. Would Varya want to put her tongue there? Maybe she
would. Maybe she'd already fantasized about it.

About my taste. Me. Susanne. The young Norwegian inserted a finger into her
honeypot and brought it to her mouth, all the while studying the girl in
the mirror. Wondering if it was another person. Was this really Susanne,
tasting her own love juice?

"I can't take any more," she moaned inaudibly, "this is too fucking much!"
She sank down onto the floor, her back against the wall. Her fingers
searched out her clitoris, and dreaming of her Russian friend's touch, she
started caressing herself. Her attempts to keep the noise down were half-
hearted, revealing her wish to be caught in the act by Varya. She relished
the taste of herself, dreaming it was Varya's taste, and that she, Susanne,
was eating her best friend, long, slow licks along Varya's slit, before
sliding her tongue in between her labia and gently fucking her. Susanne had
caught a glimpse of the Russian girl's pussy on one occassion, and although
she had tried to erase that image from her memory, concerned that it would
only invoke feelings too painful to bear, the image was stored in her
consciousness and could be retrieved now. It showed a perplexing dark
triangle, beautifully contrasting Varya's pale skin. What delights might be
hidden there? Would she taste like Susanne herself?

When she came, Susanne had to use her free hand to muffle her moans, she
felt like screaming.  Totally spent, she gasped for breath, feeling the
stickiness of her own secretions on her fingers. "Oh my God, that was so
powerful!"

Susanne stumbled into the stall and took a long, cold shower. What if Varya
had heard it all?  Maybe she doesn't want to live with me any longer? Maybe
she's already left? Okay, Susanne, calm down, just... calm down, you just
had an orgasm, it's not like you killed JFK.

She crept under her sheets again. Next to her, Varya lay in her sleep.
"Good night, Varya," Susanne whispered, knowing that her friend wouldn't
hear.

* * *

"There's a letter to you... from Sweden." Susanne thought she could sense a
hint of jealousy in Varya's voice, but of course she didn't bring it up.
She found the letter, but put it aside, the movie she and Varya had tickets
for started in just an hour. After they came back, they did some of the
assignments for tomorrow's class, and went to bed. Susanne was about to
turn off the light when she recalled the letter. "Might as well read it,"
she thought, and tiptoed into the kitchen.

Jenny had apparently just broken up with her boyfriend, although it didn't
seem to bother her that much. In fact, she wrote that she felt better than
ever, and since she had a week off from school, she wanted to come and see
her in London.

Susanne gasped. She wants to come here? Jenny?

"How is your Swedish friend?" she heard Varya mumble drowsily.

"She's ....eh... fine. She writes that she wants to come and visit me."

"So... aren't you happy then?"

"Sure it's OK with you that she'll stay here?"

"Fine with me," the Russian answered, in a tone Susanne found it very hard
to interpret the meaning of. She sensed troubles, but she couldn't say no
either. And a part of her really wanted Jenny to come.

The following day she sent Jenny an e-mail, telling her how much she was
looking forward to her visit.

* * *

Sometimes you can notice it immediately when two persons just don't get
along. Susanne hardly recognised the Varya who could throw her arms around
her and kiss her on the cheek just like that.  With Jenny present, Varya
turned into a different person, so indifferent and passionless. It was like
her face froze to ice again. It was really annoying. What had Jenny done to
her?

It was nice seeing Jenny again, though. Two years had passed since Susanne
saw her in Sweden, a visit from which she didn't have any good memories.
She recalled how Jenny wanted to drag her around to all kinds of parties
and her incessant talk about boys. She seemed different now, however. Most
strikingly, she didn't mention guys at all. And she was happy to go with
Susanne to small jazz clubs and cafes instead of steamy nightclubs and
discos. She still had the same cheerful character, though, and was as smart
and beautiful as ever. In fact, she looked even better. Wavy blonde hair
and blue eyes were only half the story. Her most striking feature was
perhaps her full, very feminine lips, even more so now than two years ago.
Her breasts were also slightly fuller, and would easily fill a c-cup. God,
she was a revelation! She was only 19, but she dressed, behaved and carried
herself like a woman. She seemed so mature and so at ease with herself. So
unlike me, Susanne sighed.

While Varya spent most of her time at home or at school, Susanne would take
Jenny to her favourite places in London. Sometimes they would walk for
hours, just soaking up the atmosphere, and without saying a lot. Very
little had been said about the past, and Susanne did not want to bring it
up. Being with Jenny felt so good right now, why spoil it?

As it turned out it wasn't Susanne but Jenny who raised the matter. They
were taking a walk in the small forest around Hampstead Heath, and had just
admired the view from the park. Jenny would be leaving tomorrow, and both
girls seemed a little depressed by this fact.

"Do you think I let you down, Susanne?"

Susanne stopped walking.

"You mean..."

"Yeah, back then. I know we made promises of eternal friendship. I also
know I didn't keep my part of the promise."

Susanne didn't know what to say.

"Well... it hurt me, but... it was unrealistic of me to think that you
wouldn't find any new friends in Sweden. I was... so naive."

"Still, I should have realised I hurt you. But whatever happened then, I
want you to know that you'll always have a friend in me. I'm not 16
anymore, and I think you can trust me now. I have many friends, but you
will always mean something special to me." She then put her arms around
Susanne and gave her a warm hug. Susanne felt tears welling up, she was so
deeply touched.

"Plus there's another thing I wanted to ask you. If you don't mind?"

Susanne looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"I am not sure how you will react to this. I don't want it to ruin our
friendship, but... no, I can't tell you."

Susanne sensed something. She urged her friend on.

"Please, tell me."

"You PROMISE you won't get mad at me?"

"Promise." Susanne could hardly talk with all the exitement.

"So, I want to ask you if... and you're free to decline, but I want to ask
you if you... would like to make our last night together here in London
something special?"

"You mean... special... like-"

"Yes, special like in making love."

Susanne was lost for words. All she could do was to stare deep into Jenny's
eyes, to see if they confirmed what her lips were saying.

"We started something three years ago.... or have you forgot?" Jenny added
with a mischiveous smile. "I tried lesbian sex for the first time last year
and realised there are some places where only two girls can go together.
And I know I would love to go there with you. We could find a little room
in a not too expensive hotel and... you know..." Jenny smiled, but Susanne
could sense an apprehension in her eyes so uncommon to Jenny. "So, what do
you think?"

A thousand thoughts rushed through Susanne's mind. About 900 of them
involved Varya. It was Varya she loved, wasn't it? But they weren't
together. She didn't even know for sure if Varya loved her, even her
obvious display of jealousy the past few days didn't automatically lead to
that assumption. She loved Varya, but sometimes the Russian really pissed
her off with her crazy mood swings. And anyway, they were not together. If
Varya had wanted to take their friendship further, she could....-

"Hey, make up your mind, my friend," Jenny laughed nervously. "You won't
make me have to seduce you, do you?"

She paused, looking to the side for a brief moment, then she probed her
breathtaking blue eyes deep into Susanne's.

She must know it, Susanne thought, she must know that there is not a
creature on this planet who can resist the magical beauty of her blue eyes.
She heard Jenny's breathing become faster, and perceived the slight
movements of her heaving chest. Jenny opened her lips a fraction, not for a
second losing eye-contact. Her amazing lips! Susanne had tasted them three
years ago. Three full years. An eternity. Now they were inches from her
own, and all Susanne would have to do was to close the distance between the
two sets of lips, and she would be in heaven.

Susanne closed her eyes and her lips made contact with Jenny's. The kiss
lasted for... Susanne had no idea. Time disappeared, and when she finally
opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see everything around her just
like it had been, like their surroundings somehow had escaped the immense
force of their kiss.

They paused for a second to gaze at each other, then their mouths opened
again, their tongues dancing a wild dance. The taste of Jenny's saliva drew
Susanne wild, she had to probe deeper into her mouth.

Jenny broke off their kiss, panting heavily.

"Oh fuck, Susanne, you kiss like a vulcano, it's so fucking powerful."

"Oh, Jenny, I can't hold out anymore, I've been wanting you for so
long. Ever since..."

"I know, Susanne. I've been wanting you too."

Not a second was lost as the two girls hurried back to the street, and
stopped at the first "room for rent" sign they came across. The girls were
concerned that the room didn't have the sufficient amount of privacy, but
it turned out that they had the entire first floor for themselves, and the
nice old landlady didn't seem like a nosy person. Besides, she was
partially deaf, so they would be left alone.

"Hmmmm.... we could have deserved something better," Jenny remarked,
noticing how the paint was falling off the window frames. "This is hardly a
honeymoon suite."

"Yes," Susanne replied with a mischiveous grin, "but honey will flow
nevertheless!"

Jenny stared at her friend, holding back her laughter. "Do your puns always
get this silly when you're horny?"

"Only when I'm THIS horny," Susanne responded and pulled off her sweater,
keeping her gaze fixed on her friend. Jenny reciprocated by pulling off her
own.

"That's not fair!" Susanne complained, "your breasts are so much larger
than mine." She looked at her friend teasingly. "I bet they're fake!"

"Oh yeah?" Jenny laughed, "you should know better!"

Susanne immediately realised what her stunning blonde friend hinted at.
That night three years ago, their probing tongues, Susannes left hand...

"Naughty little Susanne, even at 16 you couldn't keep yourself from feeling
up your best friend's breast."

"Well you practically begged me to, didn't you? You were as proud of your
tits as only a developing teenager can be, especially when she's THAT far
ahead of her best friend."

Jenny grinned and made contact with Susanne's warm green eyes.

"You were a late bloomer, Susanne, but... you have become the most
beautiful of all the flowers."

Susanne felt her heart race.

"You're so beautiful, Susanne," Jenny continued. "And what's so cute is
you're not really aware of it yourself."

Their eyes closed as their lips locked for a soft, tender kiss. When
Susanne opened her eyes, Jenny's face was temporarily hidden behind her
shirt, which she was pulling off. She wasn't wearing a bra.

The Swedish girl threw the garments on the floor and sighed into Susanne's
mouth. Gently, she seized the brunette's hand and placed it on her warm
breast. "Recognise the feeling?" she whispered.

Susanne caressed the heated skin of Jenny's stunning breasts and tweaked
her nipple. She noticed how each caress brought forward a moan, a hot puff
of breath on Susanne's face. She could sense the sweet scent of Jenny's
breath and it drove her wild.

"I can't take anymore, please, Jenny," she moaned, her left hand tugging
her friend's jeans, "I've been waiting for so long, please..."

Jenny responded by unbuttoning her jeans, revealing the hem of her cherry
red lace panties. Turning her back on Susanne, she wiggled out of her
jeans, giving the Norwegian a perfect view of her taut ass. She turned
around again, then started unbuttoning the brunette's jeans. With still a
couple of buttons left, she put her hand on Susanne's crotch.

"My God, even your jeans are wet!" she exclaimed. Susanne's response was to
put her hand on Jenny's, and hold it tightly in place between her legs. At
the same time, she started moving her hips, grinding her crotch against
Jenny's hand. Jenny smiled, letting Susanne use her hand to masturbate
herself. Susanne started bucking wildly, and fell back when Jenny forced
her hand away. "I'll show you how it can be even better," Jenny
whispered. "Lay back and close your eyes, my Princess."

Susanne felt her friend's hands remove her sticky panties. A thought
occurred to her, and she opened her eyes.

"Listen, maybe I need to shower, I might smell nasty-"

Jenny just laughed.

"No, my sweet Susanne, you smell heavenly... I can tell. Now close your
eyes..."

The 19-year old did as she was instructed to, and suddenly she felt so
relaxed, like all tension was swept away. She knew she was in Jenny's
hands, and it felt so safe. She'd always looked up to Jenny for her self-
confidence and her ability to be on top of every situation. Leave it to
Jenny, she thought. She spread her legs ever so slightly, exposing herself
to her friend.

Jenny planted a soft kiss on the unruly dark bush. Sticking out her tongue,
it didn't take her long to search out her friend's clitoris. Susanne
reacted with a loud moan, squirming underneath the blonde's playful
tongue. It was so intense, and so unlike anything she'd ever experienced.
She tweaked her own nipples with her right hand, and, as if desperately
seeking for something to hold on to, her left hand started pulling at
Jenny's wavy blonde hair. Jenny laughed, and removed Susanne's hand from
her hair. "I think it's better for both of us if your hand is down here
instead," she grinned, placing Susanne's hand just above her dark bush. By
instinct, Susanne moved her fingers down to her clit, touching herself in
front of her friend. Then she felt Jenny's tongue return to her soaking
pussy, sliding in between her labia to lap up Susanne's tasty virgin
juice. "Oh God, oh fuck, she's inside me, Jenny's inside me..." Just the
idea was enough to get the 19-year old off...

"Oooooh, oh, Jenny, please, no, I can't... oh, fuuuuuuuck, fuck me, Jenny,
JENNY!......"

Finally, a grinning Jenny resurfaced from between her Norwegian friend's
legs.

"Hey, you almost pulled off my hair there," Jenny laughed. "That wasn't
terribly nice of you."

"What? Did I?" Susanne slowly regaining her consciousness. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to.. I was just..."

"I know, honey. You were amazing."

It was weird to feel her own taste on Jenny as Jenny put her tongue in her
mouth.

"Ready for some more?" Jenny smiled. Mesmerised, Susanne watched her friend
turn around and straddle her face. It felt like heaven was descending on
her. Beneath her lush light brown bush, Jenny's labia were puffy and flared
wide open. Like they could suck Susanne in at any moment.  The young
brunette wouldn't have minded. In a second, she was totally lost in the
Swedish girl's hot pussy, seeing, feeling, smelling nothing else. She put
her hands on Jenny's firm buttocks and stuck out her tongue for her first
ever sample of another girl's honey. The taste was sensational, not all
that different from her own, but just knowing this was the taste of
Jenny... she could drink from her pussy forever. Simultaneously, Jenny bent
over for a second session between Susanne's beautiful legs. Jenny's tongue
on her clit felt so good, her fingers now deep inside her vagina. Susanne
let out an involuntary moan when Jenny's finger happened to make contact
with her anus. As the touch lingered, Susanne realised that Jenny hadn't
put her finger there by mistake. The idea that touching her in such a
private place actually made Jenny hot was almost too much to grasp. She'd
never even considered that particular portion of her body as a source of
pleasure before. But as Jenny's fingertip gently probed at her little
pucker, she couldn't help relishing the sensation. With her tongue inside
Jenny's vagina, Susanne brought one of her hands inbetween her Swedish
friend's cheeks and tentatively caressed her asshole with her pinky.
Hearing Jenny moan with delight, the young brunette slid the tip of her
finger inside her friend's tightest entrance.

All throughout the night, the sounds of love-making could be heard from
their room. Good fortune that their landlady was almost deaf.

Waking up at around noon, Susanne felt a hand gently stroking her hair.

"Good morning, honey," Jenny smiled, and kissed Susanne's lips. "Welcome
back."

Susanne rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"What do you say about taking a shower, getting dressed and have a nice
lunch together? My plane leaves in just three hours, so we better get out
of bed." She brushed her fingers across Susanne's lips. "Although I would
have liked to stay here forever..."

Totally unprepared for it, Susanne felt tears welling up. She struggled to
keep the tears inside, she didn't want Jenny to know how painful it felt
having to part with her again. She wanted Jenny to stay with her,
forever...

Promising to keep in touch, and with vague plans of going somewhere
together next summer, the two girls kissed goodbye in the exit hall at
Stansted airport. Jenny turned around to wave at her friend, smiling her
wonderful smile. As Jenny faded out of view, Susanne saw no reason anymore
to fight her feelings. She rushed into the ladies' room and let the tears
flow. "Guess I was just a one- night stand after all."

Jenny had left. And Varya would too, finding out about this. Oh God,
Varya....... what have I done?

Susanne vainly dried her tears with her hands, wishing she was at home now,
all secure and by herself in her little hideaway in the forest...

* * *

"Already home?"

Susanne had hoped Varya wasn't back from school yet.

"Yeah, I... followed Jenny to the airport."

"Oh yeah, right... the Swedish girl."

Varya never referred to Jenny by her real name.

Susanne turned on the TV and turned up the volume, hoping to discourage any
further enquiries from Varya. Susanne fixed her gaze on the screen as Varya
joined her in their scruffy old sofa.

"Since when did you become a "Friends"-convert?" Varya asked sarcastically.

"Friends?" Susanne hadn't even noticed what was on. "Oh...eh...Do you wanna
watch something else?"

"Here, give me the remote."

Susanne handed it to Varya, without looking in her direction. A second
later the screen went blank.  The silence that followed was only disturbed
by the intense beating of Susanne's heart.

"So tell me, was she good?"

"Who? Good? What do... "

"Your Swedish friend, was she good? I bet she was, she must have plenty of
experience, don't you think?"

"Jenny, her name is JENNY! She's not my "Swedish friend", she's Jenny!"

Varya paid no attention to Susanne's outburst.

"I bet she's proud of herself now. Seducing a virgin. And as easily as
that. Just... -"

Susanne opened her mouth to say something, but just a snivel followed. Who
was the person sitting next to her? She had Varya's voice, but she wasn't
Varya.

"Did you do it here too?" Varya continued. "In the bedroom, while I was
sleeping on the couch?"

"Listen, Varya, we didn't..."

"No, I know nothing happened until the last night, and I can tell you
why. Since she's known you for a long time, she knows of your emotional
attachment to her, so I guess she considered it wisest to wait until the
last night to fuck you. Then she could just leave without any further
discussion."

Varya's words stung like arrows. How could Varya want to hurt her so much?
It was like she wasn't a human being anymore, just personified hatred.

"You're wrong! She loves me, I know she does, I know..." Susanne couldn't
contain her tears.

"God, I can't believe it. You're still just a little girl, aren't you? From
the moment I saw Jenny, I knew what type she was, and I also knew the real
reson why she came here. Maybe things appear differently from up in the
clouds where you seem to spend most of your time, though."

Varya had to be wrong, she had to be... otherwise?......

"You don't know anything about her... She loves me, she loves me..."
Susanne repeated the phrase like a mantra.

"Well, I won't deprive you of your illusions. You will probably be needing
them in the time to come.  All I want to say is that there was one girl who
loved you and who could have done anything for you, but you let her down."

"But we weren't..."

"No, we weren't together, but seriously, it was so obvious that I was in
love with you. Have you ever seen me go around hugging and kissing anybody
else?"

Varya was right. It had been obvious. Or it would have been obvious to
anybody but me, Susanne thought.

"But there's another reason too. Because I know you so well, I know how
sensitive you are. I wanted there to be complete trust between us before
taking our relationship one step further."  Varya's words were filled with
bitterness. "Of course, now I realise I should have aimed for between your
legs right away, like that Swedish slut."

Susanne buried her head in her hands.

"She's not a slut..." She wasn't sure if Varya could hear what she said,
but it didn't matter anymore.

"Go on, just weep, but don't expect any sympathy from me. I can't recall
you being here to comfort me last night, when I lay awake all night crying,
knowing Jenny was fucking you."

For the first time that evening, Susanne looked up at Varya in a final
attempt to reach her, to do what her words couldn't, to establish a contact
between between their eyes. Her tears blurring her view, Susanne searched
Varya's eyes for just a trace of understanding, of compassion, just
something that told her it was not all over.

Then she just grabbed her purse and ran out. She kept running, just to keep
herself from thinking, until she was completely exhausted. Finding herself
by the passage to an underground station, she bought a day ticket, and soon
the 19-year old found herself driving aimlessly back and forth and in all
directions through London.

Desperately searching for something to keep her mind occupied, she began
memorizing the map of the London Underground. She had learned by heart and
in the right order all the stations of both the Victoria and the Bakerloo
line when sleep came to her rescue...

A tap on her shoulder and the voice of an elderly man woke her up.

"You should be more careful about where you choose to spend the night,
young lady. It's a wonder that anyone hasn't stolen your purse."

Susanne's mind started working again. She had to find somewhere to stay,
somewhere quiet.  Where? The only place that came to mind was the deaf old
landlady's at Hampstead. She got off at the next stop, and changed for a
northbound train.

The old woman immediately recognised her. Susanne wondered why she looked
so puzzled, then realised she must be looking a mess after spending the
night in an underground train. The old woman didn't make any enquiries
though, but handed Susanne the key to her room. Susanne crashed on the bed
and was asleep seconds later...

She couldn't remember what the dream had been about, but found herself
sweating like a marathon runner. The dark-haired teen clutched her pillow,
hoping sleep would be kinder to her this time.

After several 1-2 hour intervals of sleep, Susanne gathered the strength to
pull her body out of the bed, the sheets sticky with her sweat. She took a
cold shower and tried to come to her senses.

There was only one thing to do. Realising she had left her cellphone back
at her and Varya's place, she went out and found a payphone. As she dialled
Jenny's number, she tried to convince herself that Varya was wrong, it
couldn't be true that Jenny didn't love her. Not after everything they'd
had together. Varya only said it to hurt her.

"Hey!" Jenny's voice could hardly be identified amidst all the noise. "Is
that you, Susanne? Just a sec." Susanne heard Jenny tell the others to turn
down the music. "How are you? Have you recovered from yesterday?" Susanne
heard Jenny's beautiful laughter ring in her ears.

"I'm... fine," Susanne answered, hoping her friend would pay attention to
the artificial pause before "fine".

"You really amazed me, Susanne," Jenny continued. "I mean, I've never
actually met anyone hornier than you, boy or girl. Such an innocent-looking
girl with such a dirty mind." She giggled.  "What I just don't get is how
being a virgin until 19 didn't drive a girl like you out of her wits."

Jenny was not understanding. How could she not understand?

"But Jenny, I'm not really... I mean, it's not just the sex in itself,
it's..."

"Hey, Susanne," Jenny laughed, "remember you're talking to a person who's
actually seen you with all your passions on fire. But it was great,
Susanne, for both of us. You don't regret it, do you?"

"No, of course not, it's just..." The fruitlessness of their conversation
slowly dawned on Susanne.

"Listen, Susanne, you are a wonderful, sexy young girl with so much fun
ahead of you. I hope this experience has tought you how fun life can be. A
girl with your looks, brains and charm can do pretty much whatever she
wants. If you spot a girl you fancy, instead of rushing home to your bed to
fantasize about her, just approach her. Even if she's never been with
girls, I can't imagine how she'd be able to resist you. It's not like she's
got to be a certified lezzie, you know. I think most girls have a natural
curiosity about being with another girl."

"But..." The young Norwegian searched desperately for words to convey her
message to Jenny.  "But it's not all about sex." There, she said it. Now
Jenny had to understand.

"Of course, but you're only 19. Why bother too much about those things now?
If you see someone who turns you on, go and have sex with her. That's what
I do, anyway. I mean, you don't actually need to be in a relationship to
have plenty of sex."

"But that's not the point. I mean, you're not in a relationship just
because you want to have regular sex?"

"No, of course not, but I don't we should confuse a little teenage crush
with true love. It's something that develops more gradually, I think."

Teenage crush? Susanne gave up. This conversation would never bring her
heart any closer to Jenny's. She just wanted it to end.

"Plus I think you have a tendency to get hooked up on one person. That's
never very healthy, Susanne. I want you to become more like me, you know,
have a more carefree attitude. Since I'm your friend, I want your life to
be as much fun as mine. There's nothing stopping you, you know."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Hey, it's getting a bit expensive, I think
I've gotta hang up now."

"Ok, honey," Jenny laughed. "Take care."

"Take care."

That's it, Susanne concluded, as the connection was broken. Jenny and I
inhabit two different worlds. We made love all through the night, I gave
her multiple orgasms, but I failed in my main ambition; to touch her
soul. And what on earth was Jenny talking about? "Getting hooked up on one
person."  Was this Jenny's term for falling in love with someone? "Not
healthy".  HEALTHY?!?!?  Where did health enter into the equation?

But maybe Jenny was right after all? Maybe it was just a teenage crush?
Emotional immaturity... But that didn't make any sense either. Even though
it had taken a little while for Susanne to realise it, she had been in love
with Jenny ever since they first met at 14. Now she was 19. 5 years. A
teenage crush? It survived 5 years on just a kiss. Had a day gone by
without thinking about Jenny? No. Not until she met Varya. Come to think of
it, she almost hadn't thought about Jenny at all after she and Varya became
friends. Then Jenny came to London, and rekindled her feelings, but until
then...

Varya... However hard Susanne tried, she couldn't erase the last image of
her from her mind. She'd never imagined she'd see Varya like that. She
looked so miserable, like a person who hasn't slept or eaten for 24 hours.
Around her beautiful grey eyes, she was all red from rubbing her eyes dry.
Varya crying? It felt unreal. She knew Varya was an emotional person behind
her sometimes icy exterior, and she had no difficulties imagining Varya
losing her temper. But crying? Ever since that first day on the train, when
Susanne felt Varya's hands grip her around the waist and hold her steady,
she'd seemed so strong, in an emotional sense. Susanne had this idea that
if she'd ever fall down a cliff or something, Varya would be there to catch
her.

"She has every right to hate me," Susanne admitted to herself. "She showed
me so much trust, and I betrayed it."

* * *

The days went by in a kind of unreal haze. Susanne's contact with the
outside world was limited to her old landlady. Having a conversation with
her was a rather strenuous affair, since Susanne had to speak very loud to
be heard, and almost always had to repeat each sentence, but the young
Norwegian found it worthwhile. Mrs. Braithwaite actually turned out to be a
very nice person.  Although her life was nearing it's end, she spoke of
people she had met in her lifetime with love and affection, and not a trace
of bitterness. In fact, Mrs. Braithwaite reminded Susanne of her late
grandmother. Before she passed away when Susanne was 14, she had been her
closest friend, much closer to her than either of her parents, and someone
she confided in. Some of the same understanding Susanne recognised in
Mrs. Braithwaite. Not a hint of nosiness, not a single question about what
she was doing and why she had moved in, carrying just her purse and no
loggage. Or who Jenny was. She understood that Susanne sought complete
anonymity.

In the evenings, Susanne walked around in the park or along the streets,
occasionally going to the movies. She tried to do a little studying too,
but realised she had lost all motivation. And all self- confidence. Her
original idea had been to use her degree to get a position in one of the
international financial institutions or maybe the UN, where she hoped to be
able to work with 3rd world issues.  "So much for my plans of changing the
world," she thought in self-derision. "I can't even handle my own life."

As long as she kept her mind busy with the more practical aspects of
existence, she somehow made it through the day. But often it took a
conscious effort to keep her mind off Varya. On the rare occasions when she
strayed a little away from Hampstead, she carefully avoided all places
where she'd been with Varya. She even stayed away from the Underground - it
only brought back the memory of the first time they met.

But there were times when she just gave in to the memory of Varya's warm
and affectionate character. She needed it to feel she was still alive. The
image of Varya's beautiful face, her ice-like features melting whenever she
saw Susanne. And the way she always showered her with compliments. She
complimented her brains, her kindness, her beauty - everything about her.
They could be in the middle of a study session, deeply involved in
unveiling the peculiarities of the IS/LM-model, when Susanne would feel a
warm hand stroke through her dark hair. "Your hair is so beautiful,
Susanne. Can I buy it?" Or Varya would bury her nose in it. "Hmmm. Your
hair smells so good." Usually, Susanne would feel awkward about remarks
like that, but coming from Varya, they seemed so genuine. They made her
feel so appreaciated. Susanne figured it must be a Russian thing, though,
it must be the most natural thing in the world for two Russian girls to
tell each other how much they loved the smell of each other's hair.

"How could I be so blind?" Susanne blamed herself. "That was her way of
telling me she was in love with me. Her helpless but beautiful way of
expressing her love for me." The beauty of it touched Susanne in a profound
way. "I always took it for granted that Varya would know how to approach
me, but in reality she was just as helpless as I was." It was almost
comical. Two young women, best friends, both crazy about the other, yet
neither able to say the word that could bring their hearts together.

It was at that point thinking about this would become really
painful. Because Susanne would start asking herself "what if?". What if
Varya's hand had made accidental contact with Susanne's small breast on its
way to some less intimate part of her body? Some little trigger that might
have set off a chain of events leading to them making love? It wouldn't
have taken a lot. And everything could have been completely different.

Not like now...

But she didn't want to think about that. To prevent the memory of Varya
from hurting her, Susanne had to dispossess it of all current relevance.
Susanne's mind worked hard to assign their two months together to some
remote past. When she succeeded, their time together appeared to her like a
fairytale from a far-away country in a distant age, and Susanne could
invoke the memory of Varya's warm and affectionate character without
getting hurt. Just the thought of Varya's beautiful voice or her infectious
smile would sometimes produce a sweet-smelling moisture between Susanne's
legs, but the 19-year old brunette would fight the urge to bring her hand
down and caress her young pussy. She knew what feelings lay hidden there
and she was afraid of them. Not until almost three weeks had passed did she
yield to her desires. She woke up in the middle of the night, soaking with
sweat, and with a familiar feeling originating from between her legs and
spreading to all corners of her body. Her slim hand travelled down to her
love spot. Susanne tried to focus on the purely physical aspect of the
sensation, but as her excitement grew, she could not keep her eyes shut to
the images appearing before her. Varya's flawless face. Her Slavic
cheekbones, her perfect lips, her enchanting greyish blue eyes. The Russian
woman's face was like a magical landscape, changing from winter to summer
and back to winter again in less than a second. The impression of magic was
compounded by her voice and her accent. Varya spoke a perfectly fluent and
very elegant English, but she had a distinct accent which Susanne found so
intriguing and deeply sensuous. Gradually, the image of Varya was extended
to include all the soft curves of the beautiful Russian's enticing young
body. No, Susanne pleaded, no, I don't want this to happen! She tried to
erase the image of Varya from her mind, but she was too far gone. It was
like Varya was here now, like Susanne could see her, feel her, smell
her... "Oh Varya, please, no, Varya..." As the young Norwegian's orgasm
became more and more imminent, the images of Varya mingled with images of
Jenny, from their night together two weeks ago. Jenny's soaking, fragrant
pussy and Susanne's tongue sliding in between her puffy lips and inside her
slippery vagina. Susanne licking Jenny's pussy, or was it Varya's? Moaning
Varya's name, the 19-year old brunette came all over her hand.

Exhausted, she longed for sleep to let her in, but the image of Varya kept
her awake. She would never see that beautiful smile again. Varya's ways had
parted with hers, and Susanne felt like she was left to face eternity on
her own...

The 19-year old had never felt so scared and so alone. When she finally
felt sleep provide a harbour, she had only one thing on her mind; to get
back home to Norway as soon as possible. She had no idea what might happen
if she stayed, and she didn't intend to find out.

Susanne was still sleeping when she heard a knock on the door. She glanced
at her watch. It was past noon. "Just a second, Mrs. Braithwaite." She put
on her jeans and a T and opened the door.

Varya had never looked so beautiful.

With last night still fresh in her memory, Susanne was convinced she was
having some kind of vision. She hesitatingly reached out her hand. She felt
something make contact with her fingertips, then clutch around her hand and
hold it tightly. Varya's hand was so warm.

Before she'd even begun to comprehend what was happening, Susanne felt
tears stream down her face. Her friend was quick to provide a shoulder to
cry on. Susanne felt Varya pull her close and hold her there. Listening to
the intense beating of her heart, Susanne felt the heat from Varya's body
flow into her own and fill her with life.

Susanne stared deep into her friend's eyes. All she'd ever longed for was
there. Susanne had many questions to ask, but she found the most important
answers just by searching Varya's beautiful grey eyes. They told her that
Varya had forgiven her. In them, she recognised the Varya she thought was
gone forever, the one who in the middle of an intense study session would
bury her nose in her hair and tell her how good it smelled. The Varya who
loved her.

The kiss that followed was one of those rare moments in life where the
meaning behind everything appears to reveal itself to you. Suddenly,
Susanne realised everything: why she was in London, why she had chosen
Economics, why she had been on that particular train that afternoon three
months ago. Even the affair with Jenny and the ensuing despair. It was all
arranged to lead up to this kiss.  As Susanne finally broke the contact
with Varya's soft tongue, she knew she had experienced a perfect moment.

Susanne had to sit down on the bed.

"God, that was... like... I don't know..." The young brunette was left
completely speechless. Varya seemed equally overwhelmed as she searched for
words to convey how she felt.

"Oh, Susanne," was all she came up with.

For a few minutes, the two girls just lay on the bed, trying to regain
their breath and their senses.

"Varya, can I ask you a question?"

"Mmm-mmm."

"How did you know I was here?"

"Well, I remember you told me about your little hideaway in the forest,
where you found refuge in times of distress. So I thought that if you
hadn't gone back to Norway, you would go to a place here in London to which
you had an emotional attachment. I figured the only candidate was the place
where you and Jenny had been. So I found Jenny's number on your mobile and
got in touch with her."

"You talked to Jenny?" Susanne was surprised.

"She was concerned too. She phoned your parents in Norway to find out if
you'd gone home. Of course, she didn't mention anything about what'd
happened, she pretended that she didn't even know you'd gone to London.
When it turned out you hadn't gone home, I asked her where you'd stayed
that night." Varya took a deep breath. "I have been so worried about you,
Susanne, you wouldn't believe it. If anything had happened to you... I
would have blamed myself for the rest of my life."

Susanne couldn't believe her ears.

"It's you who should blame me, Varya, not the other way round. I was the
one who let you down and slept with another girl."

"That was NOT your fault, Susanne. First, it was Jenny who seduced you. She
had been your best friend since you were 14, and your fantasy lover for
almost as long. And you were a virgin. How could anyone expect you so
resist her? Second, it was so wrong of me to react the way I did when you
came back. I was just so jealouos. I had dreamed about you for so long, and
then Jenny came and slept with you just like that. It all seemed so unfair
to me, and I took it out on you. But I shouldn't have. First Jenny left
you, then I did the same. Left you all on your own." Varya blew some hair
away from Susanne's eyes. "I'm just so relieved you're OK, Susanne."

Susanne was beginning to realise the depth of Varya's love for her.

"Thank you, Varya."

Susanne packed what little loggage she had, and they carefully walked down
the creaky old stairs.  Susanne gave old Mrs Braithwaite a warm hug, and
promised to come back to visit her again. She felt grateful towards the old
woman who had been so helpful and let her stay almost for free.

In the tube, Susanne felt Varya clutch her hand and hold it tightly all the
way to their destination.  Some people gave confused glances, but Susanne
couldn't care less. Neither could Varya, it seemed, as she leaned over and
planted a wet kiss on Susanne's cheek.

"Just because you're so beautiful," she whispered in Susanne's ear.

Susanne blushed. Varya giggled.

"You're SO cute when you blush, Susanne. Makes me wanna kiss you again, in
fact. But I'll save that for when we get home."

When we get home, Susanne mused. When we get home...

"If you like, I can make your favourite lasagne," Varya suggested as they
unlocked the door to their apartment. "How about that?"

Susanne thought about it for a few seconds. Varya was an excellent cook,
and made the world's supreme lasagne. But...

"Maybe we could just have a sandwich or two, and wait till later with the
hot meal."

"Why?" Varya wondered. "I though you loved my lasagne."

"You know I do, but..." Susanne felt a little embarrassed. "It's just
that..." She looked pleadingly at her friend.

A big grin spread on Varya's face when it dawned on her what the funny
twinkle in Susanne's eyes signified.

"Yes, I agree. Let's go for sandwiches."

Susanne found it hard enough to concentrate on eating as the excitement was
brewing inside her young body.

"Hey, stop it, Susanne," Varya laughed. "Eating sandwiches and kissing is
NOT a good combination!"

After their makeshift dinner was consumed, both girls found themselves in a
different mood, temporarily lost for words. Finally, they were here
together. Finally, they would seal the special bond between them. For a
brief moment, Susanne felt overwhelmed by the significance of what was
about to happen. She could sense the same apprehension in Varya's
eyes. Were they ready for this?

It took a conscious effort from Susanne to break the tension. She brought
her lips to Varya's and kissed her tenderly.

"I love you, Varya."

"I love you, Susanne."

Susanne raised her arms and removed her sweater. Her long, erect nipples
were clearly outlined against the material of her T.

"You know I don't usually wear a bra," Susanne said in a husky voice. Varya
showed little hesitation in accepting the invitation, and helped her
girlfriend remove her T.

Varya stared in amazement at Susanne's small, pert breasts. She reached out
a hand and gently cupped one. Varya's touch was so tender. Susanne felt a
shiver as the Russian girl started rolling her nipple between her thumb and
forefinger. She caressed Varya's hair and face to express her
appreciation. Soon, her friend's gentle manipulation of her breasts had the
Norwegian teen moaning in a slow steady rhythm. She stared deep into
Varya's eyes as she moaned into her face.

"Touch me, Varya," she begged. "Feel how wet you've made me."

Varya couldn't wait to unzip Susanne's jeans and slide her hand under the
hem of her panties. Her touch was electrifying, sending a hot current
running through the dark-haired 19-year old's slender body.

"That's it, Varya. Yes, there, touch me there." She felt Varya's fingers
tweak her clit. "Yes, Varya," she hissed, "yeeeeeesssssssssssss......."

God, she'd come already! After, like, 8 seconds?!?!? Jenny was right,
Susanne reflected, trying to regain her breath. I really am that horny!

"Thank you, Varya," she said, bringing her own hand down to her
girlfriend's crotch. Kissing her deeply, she slipped her hand under Varya's
cotton panties, and lay it to rest on her damp pussy, just taking in its
tremendous heat for a few moments. She was touching Varya! Susanne searched
out her little clit. Varya's reaction was so strong that Susanne lay her
other arm around her just to hold her steady while she was fondling her
pussy.

"Oh God, Susanne, what are you doing to me...  AAAAHHH!!!!!!..."

A floodwave of sticky girl juice washed over Susanne's hand.

Susanne held her friend tightly as she slowly recovered from the intense
experience.

"You know," Varya said, chasing her breath, "I feel like I've had that
orgasm inside me ever since I met you. Or..."

Susanne listened intently.

"Or all my life, really. There was something so deep inside me that never
found release. Until you came by..."

"I'm here now, Varya," Susanne reassured her, overwhelmed by Varya's need
for her, "and I'm not going away."

"Thanks, Susanne."

Susanne's hand still clung to Varya's soaking pussy. She traced her
girlfriend's labia with her finger.  They seemed thicker than her own, in
fact more like Jenny's, Susanne observed. When she slowly inserted a finger
in the Russian's slippery love tunnel, Varya's reaction was immediate.
Susanne realised she could bring Varya to a second orgasm in less than
thirty seconds, but playfulness got the better of her.

"No, no.... don't..." Varya begged as Susanne removed her finger. Ignoring
her friend's plea, Susanne pierced her beautiful almond-green eyes deep
into the Slavic girl's. Slowly, she parted her lips, and brought a finger
soaked in pussy-juice to her mouth. The young brunette let out a deep,
sensuous sigh, and lazily started licking Varya's pussy juice off her
finger, never for a second losing contact with the Russian girl's pleading
eyes.

"Oh no, no, this is just too much for me, I can't... please, Susanne..."

To substitute for Susanne's hand, Varya brought her own hand down to her
furry pussy and started masturbating frantically. Susanne didn't know what
excited her most: the musky, full taste of Varya's love juice or the sight
of her friend beyond herself with arousal. Coating her finger in her sweet
saliva, the Norwegian girl offered it to her lover, who greedily sucked it
into her hot mouth.  Susanne kissed and licked Varya's ear as the Russian
brought herself to her second orgasm of the evening.

"I'm sorry, I just... felt a little bit naughty," Susanne grinned, looking
at Varya lying below her on the floor, the poor girl totally spent.

"I'm...." Varya tried to catch her breath. "I'm sure you can have a thing
or two to teach our secret police back home in Russia about torture
methods. They must be real amateurs compared to you."

"Sorry, Varya, just couldn't help it. Believe me, I'll make up for it," she
reassured her friend, stroking her beautiful velvety blonde hair. "Hey,
let's get naked."

Without waiting for a response, Susanne stood up and removed her last items
of clothing. It felt so wonderful to undress herself in front of Varya.

"Susanne?"

"Mm-mm."

"Can you promise me that you'll never wear clothes again? Not EVER!?
Please??................."

"Hmmm...." the Norwegian teen mused mischiveously, making no attempt to
conceal how turned on she was by her friend's obvious admiration of her
naked body. "You're asking a lot now, Varya".

"Can you imagine how many times I have pictured you like this, Susanne? Or
how I've fantasized about all aspects of your beautiful body; how you feel,
how you smell, how you taste..."

Susanne had never felt so beautiful.

"You don't have to dream anymore, Varya. All you see is yours now. My body,
my soul- it belongs to you."

Susanne took her friend's hand.

"Will you fulfil my dreams too, Varya?"

Varya stood up facing Susanne and started removing her clothes. One by one,
her garments landed on the floor, until the beautiful Russian girl appeared
in her birthday suit. Susanne was stunned.

"You're breathtaking," she gasped, devouring her girlfriend's heavenly body
with her eyes. Her eyes rested for a moment on Varya's full, round breasts,
before falling on the triangle between her legs, the core of Varya's
femininity. The dark fur contrasted beautifully with her pale skin.

Varya smiled seductively. They two young women embraced, relishing the
sensation of the other's warm flesh. Susanne couldn't wait any longer.

She broke off the contact, and knelt down before her best friend.

"What-....What are you doing, Susanne?" Varya exclaimed, as Susanne placed
her hands on the Russian girl's plump ass cheeks and pulled her closer.

Varya was very tangy, her scent felt stronger than Jenny's. Susanne inhaled
her musky essence. The smell of Varya... The young brunette remembered
walking in the forest in the springtime as a little girl, losing herself in
all the smells of vegetation springing to life after the long winter. The
sensation would fascinate her endlessly, to the point where she almost
started feeling dizzy. The same fascination gripped her now as the heady
aroma of Varya's pussy permeated her nostrils.

Susanne kneaded Varya's ass cheeks and slowly closed the distance between
her mouth and the Russian's thick, puffy labia. When her prying tongue
slipped inside Varya's vagina, she could tell that Varya had a hard time
keeping her balance.

"Oh, Susanne, I can't believe it... you're licking me.....it's so
good... you're so good....Oh God, Susanne!........................."

Spurred by the idea of being inside Varya, the Norwegian brunette swirled
her tongue deep inside the Slavic girl's vagina, the slippery inner walls
of Varya's pussy clasping Susanne's soft but persistent tongue. Sensing how
Varya had troubles standing on her feet, Susanne lay down on her back,
pulling Varya on top of her, so that she was sitting on her face.

With her head held firmly in place by Varya's thighs, and the Russian
grinding her pussy against Susanne's face, the gorgeous brunette let her
middle finger delve into the Russian teen's ass crack and searched out her
delicate little anus. She felt Varya push her ass back at her finger.

"Oh yes, Susanne..... pleeeeeeease!................."

With a green light to pursue her mission, Susanne slid her finger past her
girlfriend's most intimate passage and inside her hot ass.

"Susanne, oh God, Susanne, oh help me...  YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!..."

Susanne felt Varya's thighs lose their grip on her face, and next thing
Varya collapsed on the floor beside her, chasing her breath like a labrador
retriever trying to find its way around in the Amazon jungle. Susanne
licked herself around her lips to savour some of the tasty pussy cocktail
Varya had smeared all over the Norwegian brunette's beautiful face.

Susanne tapped on Varya's head with her finger.

"Are you OK, sexy?"

"I feel like I've just returned from outer space. Oh God, Susanne that was
SO awesome!"

"Glad you enjoyed it, but..." The 19-year old felt a little mischief was in
order. "...don't you think you should clean up the mess you made?"

Varya turned her head to look at Susanne. The Russian let out a spontaneous
giggle.

"You mean..."

"Mmm-mmm."

After a moment's hesitation, Varya stuck out her wet tongue and started
lapping at Susanne's face like a dog. Susanne closed her eyes and giggled
as she felt Varya's wet tongue all over her face.  Having Varya's tongue
wash her face was so much fun! And she loved feeling Varya's hot breath on
her.

When their little cleaning session was done, both girls just lay face to
face on the floor for a little while, sending messages of love back and
forth between their eyes.

"I never knew life could be so much fun, Susanne."

"Me neither, Varya."

As she lay staring deep into Varya's eyes, Susanne felt completely at ease
with herself and the world. She saw herself as a child; a little girl
finding her way through the branches to her hideaway in the forest, seeking
shelter from all the threats of the outside world. The place had given her
an inner calm, but as soon she left the safety of the trees, it had always
disappeared. The feeling she had now was different. It was not associated
with a place or a time, but with her faith in the love she felt for Varya,
and in Varya's love for her. Carrying that faith with her, she felt
invulnerable.  Whatever threats the world may pose, nothing could touch
what Varya and herself shared together.

Then a thought occured to her. Something Jenny had said.

"Susanne, what is it? Is something wrong?"

"No.... or...Varya, do you think this is just... a teenage crush?"

An alarmed expression spread in Varya's grey eyes.

"Teenage crush? You mean, you and me?"

"Yes. You know, we're only 19 and..."

"Think of everything that's happened, Susanne. A teenage crush would never
have survived all this.  I know we're only 19, but... Imagine if we met at
29 instead, with several bad relationships behind us and with no faith left
in love. It would have taken us so much longer to find out that we love
each other."

Susanne felt her worry disappear.

"Actually," the Norwegian said, "19 years apart is already too much."

"Exactly!" Varya agreed. "I can't believe I made it."

They laughed, and locked their lips together in a soft, sensuous kiss.

"Don't think I have forgotten about it," Varya smiled as she broke off the
kiss.

"Forgotten about what?"

"Doing what I've done a thousand times in my dreams," Varya whispered in
her ear.

A second later Susanne felt Varya begin to kiss her way down her body. As
Susanne slowly opened her legs to share the treasure of her young sex with
her friend, she knew that she'd never have to seek shelter in her hideaway
anymore. Everything she'd ever longed for in life she'd found in Varya.

* * *

"Oh Susanne, is it you?" Jenny sounded relieved. "I've been worried sick
about you. I've tried to reach you but..."

"Yeah, I saw all the messages in the inbox."

"Are you OK? Where are you?"

Susanne gave her the short version of what had happened.

"So... eh... you and Varya are together now?"

"Mm-mm."

"And me... am I still your friend?"

Susanne still wasn't quite sure about that one.

"I don't think you really understand me, Jenny. It's like we live in two
different worlds."

"I don't know. I always realised you were different from me, but I guess I
thought it was just a phase you were going through. I always expected you
to become like me eventually. But now I know you won't. And I don't really
think I want you too be like me. You have to remain who you are, that's
what makes you so special, Susanne."

Susanne had never heard Jenny talk like this before.

"And although you game me the most amazing night of my life, I know now
that you belong to somebody else. I won't try to seduce you again,
Susanne."

"Maybe," Susanne replied, "everything was actually for the best. If you
hadn't come and made things happen, maybe Varya and I still wouldn't have
been able to realise our feeling for one another."

"You know," Jenny laughed, "I think that's more than just a remote
possibility!"

Susanne couldn't help but laugh. Jenny was right.

"So, we're still friends, right?"

"You'll always be something special to me, Jenny."

"And you to me, Susanne. And, you know, although it was wrong of me to act
the way I did, I hope that you...maybe not now, but in the future... will
think about our night together and remember how wonderful it was."

"It was wonderful, Jenny. Believe me, I'll never forget it. But I'm all
Varya's now."

"I know, Susanne. She deserves you more than I do. Well, take care,
Susanne."

"I love you, Jenny. Take care."

* * *

Susanne busily scribbled down notes as the lecturer drew another diagram of
the connection between consumption and utility. Just three weeks left
before her exams, and the 19-year old was determined to score a straight A
in this course as well as the others. This course -

She shuddered with surprise as something suddenly tickled her belly-button.

"Hey, look what you did to my carefully drawn curve," Susanne complained,
but blaming herself for not sounding quite as annoyed as she intended
to. She showed her friend the broken line on her sheet.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll draw you another curve." Susanne felt Varya's hot
breath on her cheek.

Slowly, Varya's finger traced a line on Susanne's tummy and all the way up
to her braless breasts.

"Stop it," Susanne hissed, "now!"

Varya's finger was oblivious to Susanne's warning.

"Sssssshhh... Be quiet now, Susanne. You don't want to be disturbing the
lecture, will you?"

She's incorrigible, Susanne thought.

"Pay close attention now, Susanne," Varya whispered, "this is my favourite
curve."

Carefully, Varya's finger followed the beautiful shape of Susanne's small
pert breast. Susanne couldn't help becoming aware of her own ragged
breath. She hoped Varya hadn't noticed.

"Hey, sounds like we're finally getting some response here," the Russian
girl teased.

"Listen, will you stop it?!? Has it occurred to you that it's only three
weeks until exams, and..."

"Sorry, can't hear what you're saying because of all the noise from the
lecturer..." It began dawning on Susanne that Varya would be victorious in
this battle.

"Oops, what's this?"

Varya's finger stumbled upon Susanne's nipple.

"Oh no, Susanne. My curve was broken by your hard and unyielding nipple.
Let me inform you that nipples are not usually supposed to be this hard and
erect."

As Varya caressed her nipple, Susanne felt a warm, tingling feeling
permeate her body. She found it increasingly hard to sit still.

"Now how do you expect me to draw nice, smooth curves when you can't even
sit still?" Varya reproved her friend. "Maybe there's something else that
you really want me to do? Like..."

The Russian girl gently tweaked and pulled at Susanne's erect nipple. The
brunette's body quivered.

"I think your body is telling me to go ahead, Susanne."

Susanne felt like all her defences had broken down.

"No, stop it, please..."

"How can you be so cruel to your own body, Susanne? Your nipples clearly
enjoy what is happening."

Mmmm. Varya's fingers really knew how to play with her breasts.

"And I think you little pussy is starting to react, too. You know, just
letting out a little moisture."

Varya was right, she was so right. All the action hadn't gone unnoticed by
her vagina.

"I'm not wet, I'm... trying to follow the lecture..."

"I don't think so." Susanne felt Varya's hand travel down below her
belly-button. "I'm pretty sure," Varya continued, "that if I, you know,
just hypothetically, if I were to slip my hand inside your pants, I'd be
able to sample some sweet Susanne-honey on my fingers."

Susanne had nothing to counter Varya's advances with. Her heavy and
irregular breath told everything about her aroused state. Thankfully, they
had two of the seats furthest in the back, so she didn't think anybody
would hear. Susanne took a quick, nervous glance around. Only one person, a
black girl, could see them, but she was sitting on the other end.

Varya's hand started squeezing itself in under the hem of Susanne's jeans.

"No, no, what are you doing?"

"Just checking to see if you're telling the truth. If you're not wet, then
of course you have nothing to hide..."

"Okay, I AM wet," Susanne conceded. "Happy now?"

"Indeed, Susanne, I've been happy all along... Now I want to make you happy
too... Oh, you wear your jeans so tight."

Smiling, Varya unbuttoned Susanne's trousers. Susanne was desperate to feel
Varya's hand on her soaking pussy.

There... oh, God, this was just out of this world...

Some strange sounds were being whispered in Susanne's ear, completely
unidentifiable, apart from her own name being mentioned a couple of times.

"What was that?" she moaned.

"It was an old Russian saying. It goes like this." Susanne was too far gone
to appreciate Varya's wacky sense of humour. "When Susanne is wet, the pond
turns into a lake. When Susanne is REALLY wet, the lake turns into an
ocean."

Varya's finger was playing with her clit. She couldn't believe she was
letting this happen.  But the Russian's touch was so amazing. God, she
knows my pussy better than I know it myself!

Next thing she felt Varya's free hand cover her mouth.

"You know, just so the others won't hear. I don't wanna share you with
anyone, you know."

Moaning into Varya's hand, Susanne knew she was only a few caresses away
from coming.  Varya's hot breath on her cheek drove her crazy. She heard
Varya whisper more phrases in Russian. Susanne didn't have the slightest
clue what it meant, but it sounded incredibly sexy.  Sometimes while they
were making love, Susanne would ask her friend to switch to Russian.
Hearing Varya moaning in her own language was such a turn-on.

Now, as Varya whispered her crazy consonant clusters in her ear, and the
Russian girl's middle finger slipped inside her dripping vagina, Susanne
knew that there was no way she could hold back her ecstacy. Her body
quivered and the dark-haired teen released a whole little river of love
juices.  Varya's hand pressed tightly against her mouth to prevent her
passion from being vocalised.

"Why?" was the only word on Susanne's lips as she struggled to regain her
breath and senses.

"Rememer our first time, when you made me masturbate in front of you?"

Even in her shaky state, Susanne knew at once what Varya was referring to.

"Well, I decided it was payback-time," Varya smiled. "Actually, my original
plan was to take you just to the edge but not over."

"You mean...?!!?.. No, Varya, you could never be that cruel."

Varya grinned.

"I think I could.... but not to you."

"Hey, nobody noticed anything?"

"No, don't worry. Old Professor Higginbotham is an excellent economist, but
he can't see 10 feet before him. And none of our coursemates had the
imagination to think that two neat girls like you and me could possibly
behave in such an improper way."

"But the black girl... behind us. She...-"

"Nah, it looked like she was busy taking notes."

When the lecturer called it a day one minute later, Susanne still had the
feeling the lecture had just started. She was about to throw her useless
lecture notes in the wastebin, but Varya insisted they "keep them as a
relic", as she chose to put it in her adorable accent.

"Hi, girls!"

Oh no, it was the black girl. She must have...

"Wow, that was one great performance!"

The two lovers were too embarrassed to speak.

"Hey, don't look so embarrassed," she laughed. "Don't worry, I didn't see
exactly what you were doing. It sure looked like you had a lot of fun,
though."

"Look, please don't tell...-"

"Your secret- whatever it is- is safe with me. Although I doubt it would
shock anyone who has observed the two of you around campus, holding hands
and kissing. You just look so... in love."

Susanne breathed a sigh of relief. There was nothing to fear from this
girl, she was really cool.

"That's because we are," Susanne smiled and threw her arms around Varya.

"Well, I just wanted you to know that you two lovebirds really light up our
course. Whenever I feel down or bored during classes, I just look at you,
and I feel so much better. Seeing two persons who love each other so much
and who are not afraid to show it just makes me so happy."

"It's so nice of you to say that." Susanne was really touched and she could
see Varya was too.

"Well, sorry about intruding, girls. Take care."

Susanne's eyes followed the attractive young black woman as she walked down
the aisle.

"Hey!" Varya nudged her. "You had an orgasm less than five minutes ago,
remember?"

"Sorry, it's just... Look at her butt. It's so sexy." After all the
mischief Varya had inflicted on her, Susanne felt she was due a little fun
now.

"Hey, what do you say, Varya? Let's invite her over for a threesome."

"WHAT!?!? You're joking, right?"

"No, seriously. Come on, she's cool and she's got a great face and a sexy
body. Plus I've always wanted to be with a black girl."

"A threesome?!?!!?"

"Oh Varya, don't be so prudish. This is the 21st century, it's not like a
relationship limits you to just one person day in and day out."

"But I thought..."

"Seriously Varya, I'm sure bringing in a little fresh flesh could revive
our sex life. Don't take this personally, but I'm getting a little - just a
little- bored with you. I'm sure you feel the same way about me. Sex
between us is becoming just a tad routine-like. If we brought in an outside
person or two, I'm sure our sexual life would pick up tremendously."

Susanne found it hard to keep a straight face as she studied the look of
complete confusion on Varya's face. Susanne's words had left the usually so
eloquent Russian totally speechless.

"Don't look like it's such a big deal. I'm just a little bored with waking
up next to you every single morning!"

Varya looked completely lost. The poor thing could have been abducted by
Dutch-speaking aliens and transported to Mars, and it wouldn't have made
any difference whatsoever.

"And..." Susanne continued, "I'm terribly bored with having you take me to
heaven so many times per day. And in particular I'm awfully bored with
waking up before you and just lying there admiring how beautiful you are
when you sleep.... "

Slowly, Varya's face lit up again.

"You... you made this all up, didn't you?"

Wanting to keep her lover on the edge just a moment longer, Susanne
hesitated a second before she replied.

"I guess I probably did."

"Not a word of it was true, was it?"

"Not as such."

"It was complete bollocks, wasn't it?"

"If you by that mean to suggest that an average Baywatch-episode carries
more informative value than what I said, then, yes, it was complete
bollocks."

Varya drew her breath deeply. Her eyes shone with fury.

"I hate you!"

"Come on, you had it coming after your little prank during the lecture,
don't you think?"

"No, this was totally different. I...." A tear rolled down her cheek. She
threw her arms around Susanne and clung to her tightly. "Don't you EVER say
those things again, Susanne! If you become tired of me, then please kill me
first before letting me know."

"I'm sorry, Varya, I reckoned you'd realise straight away that I was
kidding."

"I guess I didn't because it seems to me that our love is literally too
good to be true."

"I often get that idea too, Varya. But whenever I do, I just look deep into
your eyes. Then I know our love is real."

Susanne stroked her friend's hair and neck, and planted small kisses on her
cheek and nose.

"I love you, Varya, and I'll never share you with anybody."

* * *

The underground. Susanne hated it. The sweaty, smelly crowd. Their heavy
breathing. Everybody crammed together like sardines in a tin can. Is it so
hard to show a little consideration? she thought, as a middle-aged man
rushing to get out almost pushed her over.

"Just two stops left," a beautiful voice with a Russian accent whispered in
her ear.

As Varya locked her arms around her waist, all the other passengers
disappeared from Susanne's consciousness. They simply ceased to exist. She
didn't mind their pushing and shoving and rudeness anymore. She was in
Varya's arms. Susanne sighed contentedly and leaned back against her
friend.

"Varya?"

"Yes, Susanne?"

"If I ever fall down a cliff or something..."

Susanne listened to the ticking of her heart.

"Don't worry," Varya whispered in her ear,

"I'll be there to catch you."

Susanne let her body melt in Varya's arms.

THE END


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