Chapter 7: Maggie Had An Idea
Maggie woke to the delightful feeling of being sandwiched between two beautiful women she cares deeply for. She briefly pondered not even moving, just luxuriating there for the rest of the day. But, as much as she had changed in her perspective on the world and herself, she could not quite commit that sin.
Instead, she stealthily arose and made her way to the showers. After a warm shower, she made her way back to the room to find that Abby and Claire had closed up the space between them. Maggie grinned as she dressed, then leaned over the sleeping women. She breathed deeply of their warm, earthy scents, then kissed each of them softly. Claire murmured sleepily, but Abby opened one eye to peer at her before beckoning her closer for a real kiss. Maggie happily acquiesced and gave Abby’s breast a warm squeeze before she went out on campus.
Outside her dorm, Maggie was torn between tasks. She sighed and headed towards the library, promising herself she would make it up to Leo soon. She bought herself a small breakfast at the snack bar in the basement in the library. When she was done, she went up to Judy’s office and waited.
Judy was on the phone, but she waved Maggie in and smiled. Maggie sat down in the chair across from Judy’s desk and crossed her legs. She knew Judy could see up her skirt, and she took a moment to enjoy the way Judy’s eyes darkened as they traced the line of her thigh.
Judy finished her call and hung up the phone, her gaze lingering on Maggie’s legs. "You're looking particularly lovely today, Maggie," Judy said, her voice low and husky. "Did you come here for a reason, or just to tease me?"
Maggie smirked, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs slowly, deliberately. Maggie grinned and said, “Those two things are not mutually exclusive.” She stood and went to Judy in her chair, then gave her a long soft kiss. Judy’s eyes were somehow darker when Maggie leaned back, then sat again, still showing off her thighs.
“Judy,” began Maggie, “I think of you as more than a regular lover.” Judy’s eyes went wide, and she eased back in her chair, unsure of where the conversation was going.
Maggie went on. “You are a mentor, someone I trust utterly, and a dear friend. Is that accurate, do you think?” Maggie finished, tilting her head a little, watching the way Judy’s breathing slowed, the way her fingers tightened just slightly around the lip of the desk.
Judy blinked, then gave a soft laugh, low and knowing. “I suppose it is,” she admitted, her fingers tapping once against the wood. “But I also know someone who knows exactly what I am capable of—and she still dares to ask for more.”
Maggie’s lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile. “Yet I always leave satisfied.”
Judy’s eyes darkened further. “You do,” she said, leaning forward just enough that Maggie caught the scent of her perfume—something floral and teasing, like jasmine and something darker beneath.
"And you’re not here just to remind me of that are you?"
Maggie smirked, her fingers brushing the hem of her skirt up her thigh just enough to tease. "No, Judy. I need to ask a unusual favor. And you should know, saying ‘no’ is a real option should you choose.”
Maggie’s voice was soft, but there was an edge to it—one that hinted at the depth of what she was about to ask. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on Judy’s desk, her fingers intertwined. The air between them was charged, not just with the usual tension of their attraction, but with something heavier, something that felt like a turning point.
Judy’s gaze never left Maggie’s face. She exhaled slowly, her fingers drumming lightly against the polished wood of her desk. “You know I’d do anything for you, Maggie,” she said, her voice low and deliberate.
“But I also know you well enough to understand that when you say ‘no’ is an option, you’re about to ask for something that might make me question my own limits.” Judy’s eyes flicked down to Maggie’s lips, then back up to her eyes. “So, what is it?”
Maggie took a breath, her fingers tracing the edge of Judy’s desk. The wood was smooth under her touch, warm from the sunlight streaming through the window. She could feel Judy’s gaze on her, heavy and expectant. “I have a friend. She reminds me of myself a few months ago. Smart, cute as fuck, bordering on beautiful. And an untapped pool of sensuality.” Maggie paused, watching Judy’s expression closely. “She’s come a long way in a short time, but she’s reached an impasse.” Judy was surprised to see a small blush coloring Maggie’s cheeks.
Maggie went on. “Claire is very skilled at doing the things that women can do together. But she needs someone with a cock.” Maggie winked at Hudy. “And when I think of cocks, yours is always the one that comes to mind.”
Judy tilted her head slightly, her brows lifting just enough to signal curiosity rather than suspicion. “And you’re asking me to…?”
Maggie exhaled softly, the air between them warm and charged with unspoken understanding. “Let me bring her to your townhouse and let her experience her first cock from someone who is also skilled and capable of such power and gentleness.” Maggie paused, her fingers tracing the edge of Judy’s desk again. “Someone who knows how to make it pleasurable and memorable for her.”
Judy leaned back in her chair, her fingers steepled under her chin as she studied Maggie. The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting soft stripes across her face. “You’re asking me to deflower your friend,” Judy said slowly, her voice low and measured. “That’s a big ask, Maggie.”
Maggie nodded, her expression serious. “I know it is. And I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you were the right person for it. Claire is special, Judy. She’s smart, curious, and she has this incredible capacity for pleasure. And she hasn’t even scratched the surface of what she’s capable of yet.”
Judy exhaled slowly, her gaze drifting to the framed photo on her desk—a candid shot of her and Maggie on a park bench last autumn, laughing over something no one else would understand. “You’re not asking this lightly,” she murmured.
Maggie shook her head. “I’m not.”
“And she doesn’t know you’re asking this of me?”
Maggie bit her lip, then shook her head. “No. I wanted to make sure it was something you’d even consider before getting her hopes up.”
Judy studied her for a long moment, the silence stretching between them comfortable and weighty.
Maggie couldn’t take the silence, pressed by the enormity of her request. “I’d be there, Judy. It’d be more of a threesome than one-on-one, unless you’d prefer being alone with her. And if the townhouse is too personal, we can use our private space upstairs. I just thought everyone would be more comfortable if there weren’t hordes of students outside the door.” Maggie ran out of arguments to make and looked up at Judy through her bangs.
She felt her heart pounding in her chest and her palms were slightly damp. She was asking a lot. But she knew Judy would understand.
Judy’s gaze softened as she watched Maggie’s nervousness. “You’re really asking me to do this for her, aren’t you?” Judy asked, her voice gentle now. “Not just for the thrill of it, but because you genuinely care about her.”
Maggie nodded, her throat suddenly tight. “I do. Claire is... she’s like me. She’s been hiding who she is for so long, and now that she’s starting to explore, I don’t want her to miss out on anything. I want her to have it all. I want her to have the best. And as far as I am concerned, that’s you, Judy.” Maggie’s voice was soft, but it carried the weight of her conviction. She leaned forward, her fingers brushing against Judy’s hand. “You’ve shown me so much, helped me discover parts of myself I never knew existed. I want to give Claire that same gift.”
Judy looked down at their intertwined fingers, her thumb tracing slow circles over Maggie’s knuckles. The silence between them was no longer heavy with tension but filled with something warmer, something more intimate. “And you think I can give her that?”
Maggie nodded, her eyes never leaving Judy’s. “I know you can. You’re not just good at this, Judy. You’re *amazing*. “ Maggie looked up suddenly, face blazing with an epiphany.
“Claire’s not a virgin, Judy. She’s done everything women can do together, including giving and receiving strap-ons. She’s astonishingly sensual. Just no real cocks, not yet.” Maggie’s fingers tightened around Judy’s hand, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I want her to have the *real* thing, Judy. Not some frat boy who doesn’t know what he’s doing. I want her to have *you*. I want her to remember this forever.”
Judy exhaled slowly, her gaze drifting to the window where the campus bustled with students hurrying between classes. A group of girls laughed as they passed, their voices bright and carefree. Maggie watched Judy’s face carefully, trying to read the shifting emotions behind her composed expression.
“You’re asking me to be someone’s first,” Judy said finally, her voice quiet but steady.
“That’s… a lot.” She leaned back in her chair, her fingers still lightly tracing Maggie’s knuckles. The sun had shifted, casting a golden glow across her desk, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the air between them. “I’ve been with women who’ve never been with a man before, but never as their first. There’s a responsibility in that.”
Maggie nodded, her thumb brushing over Judy’s knuckles in return. “I know,” she said softly. “And I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could handle it. You’re not just good at this—you’re *careful*. You make sure people feel safe, feel good.
You don’t just fuck—you *connect*. That’s what I want for Claire. Not some rushed, awkward fumbling in a dorm room. I want her to feel worshipped.”
Judy’s lips parted slightly, her breath catching as she studied Maggie’s earnest expression. The younger woman’s words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Judy’s gaze flicked down to their joined hands, then back up to Maggie’s face. There was something in Maggie’s eyes—something raw and vulnerable—that made Judy’s chest tighten.
“You’re not just talking about sex, are you?” Judy asked quietly.
Maggie shook her head, her fingers tightening around Judy’s hand. “No,” she admitted.
“I’m talking about trust. About giving her an experience that will shape how she sees herself forever. I want her to know what it feels like to be desired—not just wanted, but *cherished*. To be with someone who knows exactly how to touch her, how to make her feel like the most precious thing in the world.”
Judy exhaled slowly, her thumb still tracing slow circles over Maggie’s knuckles. The room felt suddenly still, the weight of Maggie’s words settling between them like the soft hush after a snowfall. She had never been asked to be this—to be the architect of someone else’s awakening.
Judy’s fingers stilled against Maggie’s skin, her mind racing with the implications. The sun had shifted, casting long shadows across the desk, and for a moment, she let herself imagine it: Claire’s first time, not with some clumsy boy but with her—with *them*. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, not just from the thrill of it, but from the responsibility.
Maggie watched Judy’s face carefully, her own breath held in anticipation. She knew she was asking for something monumental, something that went beyond the physical. She could see the conflict in Judy’s eyes—the hesitation, the consideration, the quiet pride at being trusted with something so intimate.
Maggie waited, her fingers still tangled with Judy’s, her pulse thrumming in her throat.
Judy finally exhaled softly, her gaze locking onto Maggie’s. “You make it impossible to say no,” she murmured. “But I need to be very clear about one thing.” She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m not just doing this for you. I’m doing it for *her*. For Claire. Because you are right—she’s ready, and she deserves the best first experience possible.” A slow, knowing smile curled at the edge of Judy’s lips.
“Claire’s gonna be *ravished*, Maggie.”
Maggie exhaled, her shoulders dropping in quiet relief. The air between them hummed—alive with promise, with trust, with the quiet understanding that this was more than just a favor. Then she smiled evilly and murmured, “Claire is really good at being ravished. Trust me.”
Judy leaned back again, her fingers now absentmindedly tapping the desk. “So when do you want this to happen?”
Maggie bit her lip, then said, “Soon. Before she overthinks it. Before she realizes what’s happening and starts second-guessing everything.” She hesitated, then added, “And before Abby gets any ideas about interfering.”
Judy let out a low, throaty laugh, the sound warm and rich.
She reached across the desk and took Maggie’s hand fully in hers. “You’re really something else, you know that?” Her thumb traced slow circles over the back of Maggie’s hand, the touch deliberate, grounding. “Fine. Let’s do it this weekend. Friday evening, at my townhouse. Claire can come over after dinner—say, seven-thirty? That gives us time to ease into it, and doesn’t feel too rushed.”
Maggie nodded quickly, relief and anticipation unfolding in her chest like a sunrise. “Yeah. Seven-thirty’s perfect.” She paused, her fingers flexing in Judy’s grip. “And Judy… thank you. For doing this. For her.” Judy’s voice was soft, but there was a new edge to it—something that made Maggie’s pulse quicken. The librarian’s gaze lingered on their intertwined hands, her thumb tracing slow patterns over Maggie’s skin. “I’ll make sure Claire remembers this. Not just as her first time, but as something special.”
Maggie felt a flush creep up her neck, warmth spreading through her chest. She had known Judy would say yes—had *hoped*—but hearing the certainty in her voice, the quiet promise, sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re incredible, you know that?” Maggie murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
She leaned forward, her fingers tightening around Judy’s. The air between them felt charged, electric. The library office, usually a place of quiet study and whispered conversations, now felt like a secret chamber where something intimate and transformative was about to unfold.
Judy’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “You’re welcome, Maggie. But don’t think this is just for Claire. It’s for you, too.” Her fingers slid up Maggie’s arm, tracing the delicate skin of her wrist before coming to rest against the pulse point. “I know how much this means to you. How much you care for her.”
Maggie swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. Then she nodded and spoke, quietly, voice cracking. “Almost as much as I care for you.” The words slipped out before Maggie could stop them, raw and unfiltered, hanging in the air between them like a confession. She froze, her fingers still tangled with Judy’s, her breath caught in her throat. The weight of what she’d just said settled over her, and for a moment, she wondered if she’d gone too far.
But Judy didn’t pull away. Instead, her thumb brushed over the back of Maggie’s hand, slow and deliberate, as if savoring the moment. “I know,” she murmured, her voice low and warm. “And that’s why I’m saying yes.”
Maggie exhaled, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little. She spoke again, feeling more confident. “I think I’m looking forward to our regular visit upstairs tomorrow, Mommy.” Maggie’s voice was light, teasing, but there was a new weight in her words, a quiet promise that made Judy’s breath catch.
Judy leaned back in her chair, her fingers still lightly tracing Maggie’s wrist. The sun had shifted, casting long shadows across the desk, and for a moment, she let herself imagine what Friday would bring. The townhouse, the scent of jasmine and candle wax, the quiet hum of anticipation. Claire, wide-eyed and eager, her body trembling with the thrill of the unknown. And Maggie—her Maggie—watching, guiding, ensuring that every touch, every whisper, was perfect.
A gift, not just to Claire, but to the woman who meant more to Judy than she’d ever admit to herself. The room felt impossibly small, the air thick with promise. Judy’s thumb traced the inside of Maggie’s wrist, slow circles that made Maggie’s breath hitch.
Maggie bit her lower lip, then exhaled in a soft laugh that bordered on giddy. “You’re going to ruin her,” she said, voice low and rich with satisfaction. “And I’m going to love every second of it.”
Judy’s smile turned wicked, the corner of her mouth curling in a way that sent a shiver down Maggie’s spine.
“Oh, I intend to,” she said, her voice dropping to a velvety purr. “But you know I’ll make sure she *loves* being ruined.”
Maggie’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around Judy’s wrist. The air between them was thick with something electric, something that made her pulse thrum in her throat. She could already imagine it—Claire’s flushed cheeks, the way her lips would part in surprise when Judy first touched her, the way her body would arch when—
A sharp knock at the office door shattered the moment.
Maggie jerked back, her cheeks flushing as she quickly smoothed her skirt and sat up straighter. Then she turned and opened the door, finding another student outside. “Hey come on in. I apologize for keeping Judy longer than I intended.”
As the student went past her, Maggie turned and blew Judy a kiss before closing the door.