Good Friends Are Hard to Find

Rape. Elaine couldn't forget what happened two years
ago. But she refused to dwell on the details. It was
not just something she didn't want to do - it was
something she didn't dare do. Like most of ours, Elaine's
memory had become blurred around the edges - no one
wants to remember the bad things that happen to them
and, thankfully, the brain does seem able to lose those
sorts of memories. But, Elaine could remember the fear,
the loathing, the disgust - the emotions surfaced
sometimes, in the middle of the night, and she would
wake up fearful and crying, sobbing at...what? She
didn't remember.

It hadn't helped that he was her boyfriend. She should
have guessed the possibility. One day, they had been
in the kitchen. She was making some coffee, he was
chopping some vegetables. They started to argue, as
they had done more and more often and when it got to
screaming pitch, he'd thrown the knife and it grazed her
arm. She was shocked, almost rigid, and though he said
afterward that it was a mistake and told her how much he
loved her, it nagged at her ever afterward. But, she
thought it was just a one-off incident, that nothing
like that could ever happen again. He loved her, right?
And she loved him - nothing like that had *ever*
happened before, so why should it happen again? It
didn't. Instead, on that awful night two years ago, she
had had a hard day and just wanted to sleep. He wanted
something else.

She thought that the betrayal was probably the worst
thing. All through her life she felt that she had been
let down by those closest to her. Even at school she
was bullied because of her intelligence and success.
She ended up feeling very much alone.

Still, she was alive, and physically healthy, and almost
straightaway after the incident (she couldn't bear to
use the R word) she'd met a woman, who had befriended
her. About a year ago, they decided to rent a flat
together, and Elaine felt more secure now than she'd
ever done. They almost always went out together now,
and Elaine felt closer to her than anyone. Sandra was
someone Elaine admired. She was intelligent, sassy,
dressed sexily, and went anywhere she wanted. Unlike
Elaine. Elaine had been a quiet person, even before
'it' - now she was wary, and sometimes frightened. But
Sandra had made her a lot more positive than she was
immediately afterward.

Tonight, Sandra was taking her to a nightclub where they
could drink, dance and enjoy themselves. And, if Elaine
was right, where Sandra could pick someone up. It had
become a habit recently. Sandra did not seem to want a
steady relationship with anyone, other than the
relationship she had with Elaine. They both got ready
for about eight. They thought they would go to a
restaurant first, then on to the nightclub. Sandy had
dressed in her usual way - a skimpy red dress, low cut
and short-skirted, with a pair of three-inch heels. The
dress complemented Sandra's fiery red hair and twinkling
green eyes. Elaine, a brunette, had also dressed in her
usual fashion - a high-necked white blouse and knee-
length dark skirt, with a pair of almost-flat shoes.

They had a quiet dinner at the restaurant, using the time
to chat about anything and everything, companionably
enjoying each other's company. Both women found it easy
to talk to each other, seeming to be on the same
wavelength, and revelled in the freedom of being able to
tell the other anything.

At the end of the meal, even Elaine felt happy. She was
finding her emotional feet again, because of Sandra. They
left, and walked to the nightclub, which was only a couple
of streets away. As they entered the noise filled the air
and they could feel the throbbing of the music through the
floor. They managed to find a table at the back of the room
and Sandra went to get the drinks. Elaine was still not
comfortable with contact with other people, though she
always felt safe in a crowd.

They sat sipping their drinks and watching the people on
the dance floor. Elaine because she loved to see people
enjoying themselves, Sandra because she was looking for
tonight's target. For the first couple of times they
would dance together, as always. Elaine was a sort of
cover for Sandra while she took a closer look. Then
Elaine would sit and watch while Sandra moved in.
Elaine thought that sometime she would like to be able
to feel the freedom that Sandra had, but contented
herself with just enjoying the atmosphere whilst
watching her friend manouevre into position.

Tonight, Sandra had picked a muscular-looking man, quite
dark-complexioned, who seemed to move very sinuously. He
was tall and slim and even Elaine thought he was
handsome. Elaine watched the two bump into each other
(a favourite trick of Sandra's) and begin to talk while
they danced. Elaine knew that, later, Sandra would
explain that she had a flat mate, but that they lived
separate lives, and that it would be no problem for the
man to come back to the flat. Sandra always watched to
see the man's reaction. Once, she had picked up someone
who had got the wrong idea, and thought that they were
both on offer. They had nearly had to call the police
to get rid of him. But, Sandra was very good now at
selecting her 'date'.

Elaine watched as Sandra had several dances with the
man. When the slow dancing began the lights lowered,
but Elaine could still see Sandra's and the man's hands
moving over each other. Eventually, they both came to
the table. Sandra introduced the man as "Tom".
Probably as in 'cat', thought Elaine, but she knew that
was probably what Sandra wanted, so kept her thoughts to
herself. Sandra winked at her and asked,
ostentatiously, if it was OK for her to bring Tom back
tonight. Elaine smiled, said "of course", and said she
hoped they wouldn't mind if she went to bed early. Tom
looked very pleased at this suggestion, so Elaine knew
Sandra had got it right again.

After another drink they left the nightclub, flagged
down a taxi, and went home. Tom paid for the taxi,
which pleased Elaine, and the three went upstairs to the
flat. One warm drink later, Elaine was in bed and
Sandra had Tom to herself in the lounge. Elaine lay in
bed for a while, hearing their voices, but as the voices
became subdued, Elaine drifted off to sleep.

Sandra was pleased with her choice. Muscular, Tom was,
but he was quite gentle too, especially as he was
only 26. Surprisingly mature for a male his age, she
thought. She let him make the first move, feeling that
he would probably prefer it. As they chatted he used
the old 'arm round the shoulder' trick, but she didn't
mind - some things never changed, she smiled to herself.
As they got closer, he leant over and gently kissed her
on the lips. She reciprocated, and they began a little
duel of tongues. As they did so, his arm slid down onto
her breast, and stroked it, gently. Sandra, already in
the mood, as she had been for hours, placed her hand
over his and pushed it into her breast. He took the
hint and began to squeeze her breast, and stroke firmly
over her nipple, through her dress. Sandra deliberately
slid backwards on the sofa, pulling Tom down on top of
her.

They kissed vigorously and, now he had been
encouraged, Tom became bolder. One hand remained behind
her head, while the other slid caressingly down her body
to the hem of her skirt. His fingers slid upward again,
slowly, underneath her skirt. He stroked the insides of
her thighs, lightly, causing a frisson of pleasure to
shiver up her body. He slid his hand further up, almost
touching her panties. Then he extended his index finger
so that he was *just* stroking the line where her
slightly damp panties were sticking to her pussy. It
almost tickled, but it inflamed her at the same time.
By now, Sandra was ready for something more. She
whispered in his ear that they should go to her bedroom,
before she got too excited to care, and they got up and
hurried to her room.

In her bedroom, they hurriedly stripped and lay down
face to face, kissing passionately, their hands roaming
over each other's body, stoking up a fiery eroticism in
them both. Sandra began to stroke Tom's cock, holding
it in her hand and gently squeezing, then fondling up
and down the shaft. She idly wondered, while she was
doing this, if she should go down on him first. She
hated it if the men she was with didn't last very long,
and the younger they were the more they seemed to have
this problem. Still, Tom seemed to be containing
himself for now. On the other hand, Tom had first begun
to kiss, lick and suck on her breasts, but was now
sliding downward and 69 was her favourite number!

As Tom slid down she turned herself so that they were
face-to-groin. She looked at his penis, straight and
erect, and put her hand around it, beginning the up and
down stroking again. Then she turned slightly, and
closed her mouth round the bulbous head.

Tom, in the meantime, had begun a slow stroking of her
inner thighs, gently pushing them apart. Then he moved
his hand upward, and began stroking her, gradually
pushing one finger into her. She squirmed as she felt
his finger enter her and spasmed slightly as she felt
his tongue lick upwards to her clitoris.

Sandra began licking the rim of Tom's penis, and then
started to just caress the area at the back of the head,
where, she had found from experience, it was
particularly sensitive. She moved her hand down to the
base of Tom's penis and began moving her head slowly up
and down, taking more and more of it inside her mouth.

Tom moved slightly, so that he could use both hands.
Distracted as he was beginning to be, he moved an arm
over Sandra and began to caress between her buttocks,
gently teasing her anus. His other hand was still
stroking two fingers in and out of Sandra's vagina,
while his tongue was gently flicking the top of her
clitoris.

Sandra felt the muscles at the base of his penis begin
to throb, and she felt an increase of fluid in her
mouth. She pressed gently on his penis with her thumb,
to delay the approaching explosion. Still, she pumped
up and down on his penis, using her tongue to caress all
around the almost bursting head of his penis. She felt
him begin to buck slightly, and placed one hand on his
buttocks, pushing him towards her.

Tom was now vigorously licking and sucking Sandra's
clitoris. She was trembling with lust as he stroked and
played with her vagina and clitoris. He felt he was so
close to the edge himself, and he wanted to make her
come first. But he was not so experienced as Sandra,
who had lifted her thumb off the base of his penis, and
was sucking him into her mouth faster and faster.
Suddenly, he gushed into her mouth, his hips held tight
to her mouth, but he tried so hard to keep kissing her
clitoris. He managed it for long enough to feel Sandra
tensing and shivering as she came.

They lay there for a few minutes, then Sandra pushed Tom
on his back and began mouthing his penis again. He lay
there, enjoying the feelings, one hand fondling Sandra's
pendulous right breast, teasing the nipple. When he was
hard, Sandra straddled Tom's body and cautiously lowered
herself on to his penis. She began, very slowly, to raise
and lower herself, feeling the hot, throbbing member
stretch her lips. She found herself getting very
quickly excited and began to move up and down much
faster. Tom was panting away and she was moaning,
loudly, as the erotic sensations increased in strength.
Her senses heightened, she thought she could hear a
different noise, coming from the room next door.

Elaine had woken up, and heard some noise coming from
the next room. Her and Sandra's bedrooms were next to
each other. She had often heard things before, but
tonight, they seemed louder, and in her sleepy state,
the sounds that were obviously Sandra were starting to
affect her. Still half-asleep, she started to caress her
breasts, becoming more and more aroused as she wakened.
She started to pant heavily as she slid one hand down
her body to her vagina, and began stroking herself.

Tom slipped one hand round Sandra's buttock and began to
tease her anus. With his other hand, he pressed his
fingers up the front of her vagina. As Sandra moved up
and down on his hard shaft, she was also rubbing up and
down on her clitoris. Tom felt like he could last for a
while yet, and was determined that she should come as
often as possible!

Sandra felt Tom's hands on her body, and found herself
reaching a higher level of excitement. The pressure on
her clitoris was making her delirious with pleasure, and
the effect of Tom's finger on her anus was immensely
arousing as she pushed up and down against it as she
rode his penis. She began to come, the waves of delight
surging through her body, and she began screaming softly
and then more loudly as she climaxed. She carried on
pumping up and down, only faster, moaning all the time.

Elaine heard the noises and realized, now she was fully
awake, that it was Sandra. She also found it highly
erotic. Her mind filled with sexual imagery, she began
to stroke her vagina, harder and harder, faster and
faster while, with her other hand she pinched her
nipples, almost till it hurt. She heard Sandra come and
came almost immediately afterward. She too, was roaring
out loud as she came. She seemed to be frenzied, as she
continued to rub herself, as hard as she could and as
fast as she could.

Sandra heard Elaine's screams and it made her feel even
more aroused, if that were possible. She could feel Tom
beginning to thrust up on every downward thrust of hers,
as she began shouting out loud, "Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck me!"

Elaine heard her, clearly hearing the words now and felt
the upwelling of another orgasm. As she heard Sandra
shrieking with what was yet another climax, she came
too. The two women were screaming in unison, their
faces contorted in the pleasure/pain of orgasm, and Tom,
realizing what was happening, spurted his juice into
Sandra, feeling as if he were turning inside out and
disappearing into her.

This carried on for another hour or so, until both Sandra
and Elaine felt their sexual organs and throats were
raw. Tom didn't believe that sex could be that good,
but despite how he felt, Sandra got him to leave at five
in the morning, and settled down to sleep. Elaine, once
the noises had stopped, fell back to sleep, exhausted.



(2)

Elaine got up later than normal for her. She was still
feeling tired, both from her sexual antics and the lack
of sleep. Still, she smiled to herself, it *was* fun!
She heard noises from Sandra's bedroom as she got up and
the door came open slowly. Sandra looked rather washed
out, but still beautiful. She padded naked across the
floor, towards the kitchen. Tom had obviously left
already, as Sandra's 'catches' were prone to do.

"Morning," she mumbled as Elaine's eyes followed her
across the room. Elaine cheerily said "Hello", and went
to the bathroom. After disposing of last night's
drinks, she started to shower. Her nipples still felt
sensitive, as did her vagina, and she found herself
getting a little turned on as she washed. She put on
her robe and left the bathroom somewhat warmer, and
damper, than when she had entered.

Sandra was sitting at the breakfast table, still nude,
eating some muesli. Elaine made some toast and sat down
opposite her.

"Nice night," she said, grinning.

Sandra looked up and gave a flashing smile, lighting up
her face.

"Yep. A *good* night. Hope we didn't keep you awake?"
smirked Sandra.

Elaine flushed. Surely Sandra was too occupied herself
to hear her, she thought.

As Sandra reached over for her fruit juice, Elaine
watched intently as Sandra's left breast dipped into her
bowl of muesli.

"Yipe!" yelled Sandra as she felt the cold milk on her
nipple.

Elaine stared as Sandra brushed the milk and muesli off
her breast, leaving a dark pink and obviously erect
nipple. She suddenly realized, after all this time
that, while she could no longer contemplate sex with a
man, she was really excited by Sandra. Without Elaine's
noticing, their friendship had changed, for her,
irrevocably. It was now one of love and lust. It had
crept up on her slowly, but after last night, and the
way she was feeling this morning, she could no longer
deny it. The one thing that worried her, though, was
that if she did anything about the way she felt she
would lose the best friend she had ever had.

Elaine was still staring at Sandra's breast. Sandra
coughed lightly and Elaine started and looked up.
Sandra was staring intently at her, her eyes wide and
looking quizzically at her.

Sandra was quiet for a moment and then said, "Did you
*really* find it that exciting last night?"

Elaine blushed profusely. So she had heard, she
thought. What do I say.?

She decided on honesty. "Yes, I did. It was hearing
you, mainly. You sounded in such ecstasy, I was
incredibly aroused myself. Oh, I've heard you before,
but I've never felt or reacted like this before. It
doesn't affect our relationship. Does it?"

Sandra looked at her and smiled, much to Elaine's
relief.

"Of course not." Said Sandra. Then she half stood, and
leant across the breakfast table. Sandra put out her
arm and stroked down the side of Elaine's face.

Elaine felt confused and a little nervous, and said the
first thing that came into her head.

"Oh, you've d-dipped y-your b-breast in the m-muesli
again," she nervously stuttered.

Sandra looked down.

"Yes, so I have," she said with a wink. She sat back in
the chair. "Why don't you come round this side and
clean it up for me?"

Elaine felt herself going very red again. She couldn't
help staring at the oats stuck to Sandra's breast, and
the milk that was starting to run down. She really
didn't know what to do. She sat and thought, quietly,
but still staring. Elaine felt her body becoming
aroused at the sight and the thought of what she could
do. She got up from her chair and moved round to the
same side as Sandra.

Sandra leant back in her chair. She placed a hand under
her breast and offered it up for Elaine. Elaine stared,
wondering if she should be doing this. Realizing it was
what she wanted, she bent at the waist and closed her
mouth over Sandra's breast, licking at her nipple and
areola. She was tentative at first, but really started
to enjoy what she was doing. The softness of Sandra's
breast, and the contrasting, hardening nipple, made her
feel really excited. She could feel her own nipples
beginning to harden, and she felt an ache and wetness in
her groin.

Elaine felt Sandra's other hand slowly sliding up her
leg. Sandra was gently stroking upward just above the
surface of her skin, and Elaine felt the downy hairs
rise up and tickle, erotically. Sandra's hand reached
the top of her thigh and moved round to caress her
buttock. Again, Sandra almost touched her skin but not
quite. Elaine felt a shiver go through her. An erotic
charge produced by another person, which she hadn't felt
in years. Sandra's hand moved round in front of Elaine,
and caressed the front of her thigh. Pressing on her
this time, Sandra stroked first the front of her thigh,
then her inner thigh, just below her very damp vagina.

Elaine lifted her head from Sandra's breast, and looked
in her eyes. She saw Sandra's eyes sparkling, and the
lust behind them. She moved both her hands to caress
Sandra's breasts, and leant across to kiss her. Sandra
welcomed her, open-mouthed. A long, slow kiss began,
their tongues intertwining gently, their saliva mixing
and wetting their lips. Sandra was pushing her breasts
into Elaine's hands, while she now had both her hands
under Elaine's robe. Sandra clasped Elaine's buttocks,
pulling Elaine toward her, then moving one hand to
Elaine's groin. She began to stroke Elaine's other
lips, fondling them with her fingers.

Elaine felt so aroused. She couldn't get enough of
Sandra's breasts. The feeling was incredible. Sandra
pulled her mouth away from Elaine and said, "let's go to
my bedroom". The busy fingers on Elaine's labia meant
she needed no persuading.

"Oh, Sandra, of course." said Elaine

Sandra removed her hand from between Elaine's legs and
then gently pulled free of Elaine's hands. She got up
and led Elaine by the hand to her bedroom. Elaine
dropped her robe on the floor, and lay on the bed with
Sandra. Sandra got on her knees and straddled Elaine,
starting to kiss her again, whilst fondling Elaine's
breasts. After a short time, Sandra pulled away and
moved her mouth to Elaine's breasts. Meanwhile, she
slid a hand downward and began to feather caress the top
of Elaine's vagina, just where her clitoris was peeping
out.

Elaine found she was quickly reaching her peak. She
began to moan, from deep within herself, as Sandra
skillfully petted her to orgasm.

"Oh, my God," screamed Elaine as she seemed to explode
from within. She felt Sandra's fingers enter her as she
came, causing her to reach an even higher peak. She
arched her body off the bed, almost balanced on her
heels and the back of her head, before lying back with a
sigh, feeling wonderful.

"Sandra, thank you," breathed Elaine as she slowly
slipped down from her climax. But Sandra continued to
stroke her vagina, and Elaine felt herself becoming
aroused again.

"Sandra, that's beautiful," sighed Elaine, "but what
about you? I know I haven't done this before, but I
would like to do something for you too."

Sandra looked up and smiled. "OK, I just didn't want to
press you, but maybe you'd like to try this?!" So
saying, Sandra turned round and knelt either side of
Elaine's head. Sandra lowered her head first, and began
kissing and licking Elaine's labia and clitoris, gently
running her tongue up and down. She waited to see what
Elaine would do, she wasn't going to force the issue.

She needn't have worried. Elaine started moaning again,
and reached up with her hands to clutch Sandra's
buttocks. Then she pulled Sandra downward, until her
face was enveloped by Sandra's wet vagina. Tentatively,
she began to lick too. As Sandra drove her wilder and
wilder, Elaine's inhibitions left. She stuck her tongue
right inside Sandra, and began flicking it so it moved
in and out of Sandra.

Elaine was already shuddering with an impending climax
when she felt Sandra start to suck on her clitoris, and
tickle it with her tongue. Elaine moved her mouth to
Sandra's clitoris, at the same time pulling and stroking
at Sandra's buttocks. Then she came, even more strongly
than the first time. She would've screamed had her
mouth not been full of Sandra's flesh. She pressed
harder on Sandra's clitoris and felt her shudder and
shake as well, as she came too, just a few seconds after
Elaine. Both women gripped each other tight, and
gripped the other's head as they erupted with pleasure.
Then, they both gradually relaxed their hold, and Sandra
moved up so they lay side by side, holding hands.

Elaine felt elated and relaxed at the same time. Lying
next to Sandra, their warm bodies touching, breast to
breast and legs akimbo, she thought that she had never
*been* so happy! Sandra was just smiling at her, her
eyes hooded with sleepiness, and she reached across to
cuddle Elaine as they both fell to sleep.


(3)

"Wake up, c'mon Elaine," said a voice she didn't
recognize. She tried to turn but realized she was not
in bed, she was in a deep armchair. She could've sworn
she'd gone to sleep in bed, being held by Sandra. She
had a real struggle awakening, and finally opened her
eyes a good minute or two afterward. Worried, she
looked around her. She was in an office of some kind.
Sitting straight in front of her was another woman who
seemed familiar. She felt something in her arm and saw
a thin tube was going into her elbow. Startled, she sat
up straight.

"W-what's going on?" she asked fearfully.

"It's all right, Elaine. It'll take a little to get your
memory working properly again. Remember? I'm Dr.
Brompton. This is my office, and you've been coming
here for treatment since your rape, two years ago."

"I don't.." said Elaine, in confusion.

"That's OK. I'll tell you what we've done. We've got
rid of the problems with confidence you were having
since the rape and now, I hope, we should be well on the
way to sorting out the alter ego you constructed. You
know, the one called Sandra. I'll leave you in the
office for about twenty minutes, and then I'll come
back. You should be OK by then. And don't worry, I
think we've finally got rid of Sandra this time!"

Dr. Brompton got up and started to leave. Elaine felt
stunned. As the psychiatrist shut the door, tears began
falling faster and faster down Elaine's cheeks. She
began sobbing. She wept for the reality that was gone.
She wept *more* for the reality that was left.