Chapter 4: Repercussions
After Janice and Eva left, Maggie and Abby lay in each other's arms, decompressing and enjoying each other's company before they go to sleep, In some ways, this was Maggie's favorite time of the day, filled with quiet laughter and pleasure in each other's company. And besides, Maggie never can get enough of seeing Abby nude.
She loves the way her body curves, the fullness of her breasts, the softness of her skin, the way her pussy glistens with arousal. She loves the way Abby's eyes gleam with lust and desire, the way her lips part with a soft moan as Maggie's fingers trace the line of her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts.
Abby's breath hitches in her throat as Maggie's fingers brush over her nipples, gently pinching and rolling them between her fingers. "Mmm, Maggie," Abby murmurs, her head falling back against the pillow as she arches into Maggie's touch. "That feels so good."
Maggie leans down and captures one of Abby's nipples in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the sensitive peak before sucking it between her teeth. Abby gasps, her hips bucking off the bed as Maggie's mouth sends jolts of pleasure straight to her pussy.
"Fuck, Maggie," Abby moans, her fingers tangling in Maggie's hair as she holds her in place. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Maggie smiles against Abby's skin, her tongue tracing a path down her stomach, dipping into her navel before continuing its descent.
She pauses for a moment to admire the sight before her, the way Abby's body is spread out on the bed, her legs falling open to reveal her glistening pussy.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Abby," Maggie murmurs, her voice thick with desire.
Abby smiles, her eyes filled with lust as she watches Maggie position herself between her legs. "You're not so bad yourself, Maggie, especially like that" she replies, her voice a low purr. "Now come here and eat my fucking pussy."
Maggie doesn't need to be told twice.
She dives in, her tongue flicking out to taste Abby's sweetness. Abby moans, her hips bucking off the bed as Maggie's tongue laps at her pussy, licking up her juices.
"Fuck, Maggie, that feels so good," Abby groans, her fingers tightening in Maggie's hair as she grinds herself against her friend's face.
Maggie moans in response, her tongue delving deeper, exploring every inch of Abby's hot, wet pussy. She licks and sucks, her tongue circling Abby's clit before flicking it quickly.
Abby's breath comes in short gasps, her body shuddering with pleasure as Maggie brings her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Maggie, right there," Abby moans, her hips thrusting against Maggie's face. Don't fucking stop."
Maggie does as she's told, her tongue working Abby's clit in quick, firm strokes. She can feel Abby's body tensing, her muscles clenching as she gets closer to her orgasm.
Maggie intensifies her efforts, her tongue working Abby's clit with rapid strokes, her fingers sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Abby's breath comes in quick, shallow gasps, her body shaking with pleasure.
"Fuck, Maggie, fuck, I'm close," Abby pants, her hips bucking against Maggie's face. "Don't stop, please don't stop."
Maggie doesn't stop. She sucks Abby's clit into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive bud as her fingers thrust deeper into her pussy.
Abby's body convulses, her orgasm ripping through her as if the two of them are connected by a live wire. She lets out a scream, her body shaking and trembling as the waves of pleasure crash over her.
Maggie feels a surge of pride and satisfaction as Abby's body shudders against her. She continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from Abby's body. She finally pulls away, her face glistening with Abby's juices, and smiles up at her friend.
"Fuck, Maggie, that was...fucking incredible," Abby pants, her eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. She reaches down and pulls Maggie up, kissing her deeply, tasting herself on Maggie's lips. Maggie moans into the kiss, her body aching with desire. She can feel the wetness between her own legs, her pussy throbbing with need.
Abby breaks the kiss and looks deep into Maggie's eyes, her voice thick with lust. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel, Maggie. I want to taste your pussy, to feel your body tremble against mine. I want you to come undone, to lose control, to let go completely." Maggie's breath hitches in her throat as Abby's words send a shiver down her spine. She can feel the warmth pooling between her legs, her body already aching with desire.
Abby leans in and captures Maggie's mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue exploring every inch of Maggie's mouth. Maggie moans into the kiss, her hands reaching up to tangle in Abby's hair, pulling her closer.
Abby breaks the kiss and trails her lips down Maggie's neck, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin, making Maggie squirm beneath her. She moves lower, her lips and tongue blazing a trail of fire down Maggie's body, until she reaches her pussy.
Maggie gasps, her hips bucking off the bed as Abby's tongue slides through her folds, tasting her sweetness. "Fuck, Abby, that feels so good," Maggie groans, her fingers tangling in Abby's hair as she holds her in place.
Abby murmurs against Maggie's pussy, "I won't stop, baby girl. I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll be begging for more."
Maggie's breath comes in short gasps as Abby's tongue flicks and laps at her clit, her teeth gently nipping at the sensitive bud. Abby feels Maggie's body tremble under her touch, her hips grinding against Abby's face as she seeks more friction.
Abby obliges, her tongue flicking faster, harder, her teeth scraping gently over Maggie's clit. Maggie's breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing as she nears the edge.
"That's it, baby girl," Abby murmurs against Maggie's pussy. "Come for me. Let me taste your pleasure."
Maggie's body convulses, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She cries out, her hips bucking wildly against Abby's face as Abby continues to lick and suck, drawing out every last drop of Maggie's pleasure.
Maggie's body shudders and trembles, her orgasm going on and on as Abby's relentless tongue brings her wave after wave of ecstasy.
Finally, Maggie collapses back onto the bed, her body limp and boneless, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Abby kisses her way back up Maggie's body, her mouth tasting of Maggie's sweetness. She captures Maggie's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, their tongues entwining as Abby shares Maggie's taste with her.
Maggie moans into the kiss, her body still humming with pleasure.
She reaches up and grips Abby's hair, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Abby groans, her hand sliding down Maggie's body until she reaches her pussy. She slips two fingers inside, feeling the warm, wet evidence of Maggie's recent orgasm. Maggie sighs softly, her cunt clenching the fingers inside her.
Maggie murmurs to Abby's lips, "Sleep. I've been fucked all day. I need rest." Abby nods and moves her lips to Maggie's forehead. "Sleep then. I'm here with you." She wiggles her fingers inside Maggie to punctuate her promise. Maggie hmms and is soon fast asleep.
Abby decides to stay awake for a while, enjoying the warmth of Maggie's body against hers. She gently rolls Maggie onto her side, so she's facing Abby, and nestles behind her, her arm wrapped around Maggie's waist. She presses her cheek against Maggie's back, breathing in her scent, and closes her eyes.
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The next morning, Maggie wakes up to the feeling of warm breath on her pussy. She opens her eyes and sees Abby between her legs, her head buried in Maggie's cunt. She groans and arches her back, pushing her pussy against Abby's face.
"Fuck, Abby, you're insatiable," Maggie moans, her hands tangling in Abby's hair as she holds her in place.
Abby hums against Maggie's pussy, her tongue flicking out to tease her clit. "And you love it, don't you, Maggie? You fucking love my mouth on your cunt."
Maggie whimpers, her hips moving in time with Abby's tongue. "Yes, I do," she admits, her voice thick with lust. "I love your mouth on me, your tongue inside me."
Abby's fingers find Maggie's clit, circling it slowly before pinching it gently. Maggie gasps, her hips jerking at the contact. "Good," Abby murmurs, her voice laced with desire. "Because I fucking love eating your cunt, Maggie. I could spend all day between your legs, licking and sucking until you come all over my face."
Maggie moans, then grins down to Abby. "In these parts, we call that a Saturday...." She reaches down and pull Abby atop her. Abby grins down at her and gives her a playful kiss, recognizing that Maggie is telling her she has things to do. Abby gives Maggie's ass a solid swat and slowly rolls out of the bed. "I've got a shift at the library this morning and then classes this afternoon. It's going to be a day." Abby sighs but follows Maggie out of the bed. They grab some underwear and make their way to the showers, then return and get dressed.
Maggie wears a cropped top and short shorts, showing off her curves and her toned legs. Abby wears a loose tank top and boy shorts, her full tits spilling out the top. They grab coffee from the cafeteria and head to the library for Abby's shift.
As they walk, Maggie can feel the eyes on them. The girls in their tight clothes, their hair still wet from the shower, their skin still flushed from the night before. She can feel the stares, the whispers. She feels powerful, sexy, desired. She feels alive.
At the door, they go separate ways, and Maggie goes to the office behind the circulation desk to check in. When she gets there, she finds the main librarian, Judy, leaning on the door to her office, talking to the students as they come to work. Maggie takes a moment to study Judy, remembering her comments and actions of the night before. She really is quite attractive, wearing a silk blouse and a pencil skirt, showing off her own curves.
Judy looks up and studies Maggie as well, then seems to make a decision. "Maggie, why don't you come inside a moment? Let's have a chat." Maggie goes in the door and sits in the chair in front of Judy's desk. Judy shuts the door and then leans on the corner of the desk, looking down at Maggie.
"Maggie, I've noticed the changes you've gone through and the past couple of weeks. I like the new independent and strong you, quite a lot actually. But as your friend, and I hope you see me as a friend, I have to ask, is this all coming from a good place?"
Maggie smiles brightly up at Judy. "Yes, ma'am. My roommate and I had a long talk and she convinced me that I don't have to be scared all the time. That there's a strong woman in me. And I want that woman to be how people remember me."
Judy's eyes light up and she nods. "Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart. I couldn't ask for a better response." She reaches down and catches Maggie's hands, tugging on them and pulling Maggie into a warm hug. Maggie feels Judy's breasts pressing against her and smells the scent Judy wears. Her mind goes into overdrive, feeling guilt for thinking of her boss in this way. And yet Judy appears to be encouraging it, gently rubbing Maggie's back until her fingers reach Maggie's ass, then continuing to massage there as well.
Time seems to pause as Maggie draws back to study Judy's face closely. She sees that Judy's eyes are dilated and her mouth is slightly parted. Judy returns Maggie's appraisal, then leans closer and closer, until their lips touch and Judy's tongue teases Maggie's lips. Maggie starts to wrap her arms around Judy's waist when there is a hard knock at the door.
Suddenly, it's as if what just happened did not happen. The door opens and another worker comes in with an issue. Judy looks up from her desk and listens, then turns to Maggie. "Thank you for your hard work for us, Maggie. We'll continue this conversation later, okay?" Judy's eyes are intent on Maggie, and Maggie nods slowly. "I look forward to it, Judy." Judy smiles and says, "Good girl. Why don't you reshelve some books for the next couple of hours?" Maggie nods and leaves Judy with the student.
As she walks away, she feels Judy's eyes on her, watching her every move. She feels a shiver of excitement and anticipation. And wonder. A lot of wonder.
Maggie spends the next couple of hours reshelving books, her mind racing with thoughts of Judy. She imagines Judy's hands on her body, her mouth on her skin. When her shift ends, she clocks out, looking in Judy's office for her, unsure what she would do if Judy were there. But she's not. So Maggie grabs her bookbag and heads off to her World History class.
The subject matter is fascinating to her and she has questions for the teacher in her notes. A lot of the class are looking at her, trying not to be noticed noticing her. Their expressions are interested and some jealous. But when Maggie raises her hand and askes her first question, those faces close down. The professor appears delighted that someone read the text, but the class sighs almost as a combined creature. No one likes show-offs. Maggie decides not to push it andto talk to the professor after class.
When the class is over, Maggie follows the teacher to his office and they continue their discussion. The office door stands open and she can see students and faculty walk by and, seeing her, make curious faces. But after a few minutes, the teacher goes to a shelf and hands Maggie a book from it. "Try this. Maybe this will help you with a topic for your final paper." Maggie looks at the older man, expecting to see desire or lust, but instead she sees a teacher delighted in an interested student. And she actually feels better for seeing that.
Maggie takes the book. "Thank you, professor." She opens the cover and sees that the book is actually inscribed to Dr. Jenkins, and she looks up at him. "Are you sure you want to trust me with this, professor?" Dr. Jenkins smiles and pats her hand. "Books are intended to be read, dear girl. And then discussed. I trust you'll be careful with it."
Maggie grins that much harder and keeps the book in her hand rather than just stuffing it in her bookbag. "Thank you for your trust, professor." The two of them say their good-byes and Maggie heads out onto the Quad, headed toward the English building.
As she walks, she looks about her, enjoying the bright sunshine. While she is looking on one direction however, she is bumped abruptly, jarring her and knocking Dr. Jenkins's book from his hand. Not even looking at the person who ran into her, she immediately bends over to pick the book. As she does, she feels a large hand on her ass. Her first response is shock and then she feels a little aroused. But she straightens quickly to find a boy sneering at her. "Stupid bitch."
Maggie rocks back from the words more than when she ran into him. He steps into her space and sneers down into her face. "Why did you run into me?" His expression is cruel and condescending and Maggie is taken aback. And then she realizes his hand is still on her ass. She slaps at it, and he just starts to squeeze. People start detouring from the sidewalk to get around the obstruction they are making.
"Stop touching me, jerk." Maggie glares at him, feeling like a cat with its hackles up. The boy somehow just sneers even more. "You dress like that and you complain about being touched? You are asking for it....bitch." Maggie is taken aback, not only by the words, but by the thoughts behind it. Her mind slows and she cannot find words, cannot even try to walk away.
Suddenly a voice behind her rings out. "Dude. Not cool. Keep your hands to yourself." The boy turns his sneering expression to whoever is behind Maggie, and then the expression quickly fades. The boy's hand falls from her ass and Maggie turns to see a tall muscular boy glaring at her accoster. He's athletic and ripped and blonde and Maggie is in lust with her savior nearly immediately. He wears a replica school soccer jersey and takes a moment to smile down to Maggie.
Then he looks back up at the rude boy. "Why don't you apologize and go to class, doofus?" The boy blinks and mutters a quick, "Sorry" before scurrying off.
Maggie sighs and smiles at the soccer boy. "Thank you. I just froze. I'm not used to people being so mean and angry." The boy laughs and says, "You must not be human." Maggie chuckles back and switches Dr. Jenkins's book to her left hand, offering her right to the boy. "I'm Maggie."
The boy nods and shakes. "Oh, I know. I sit behind you in our English Renaissance Lit class. I'm Leonidas, though most people just call me Leo." Maggie suddenly remembers seeing the boy in passing as she shakes his hand. Belatedly she realizes she should have looked closer.
The boy offers her his arm and she laughs as she takes it. Together they finish crossing the Quad and enter the English building. When they enter the classroom, which is really just a small amphitheater, she lets go of his arm and leans up to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for saving me, Leo." He immediately blushes and murmurs something about being welcome. Maggie makes her way to her usual seat in the third row.
Just as she sits and works to get her notebook from her bag, someone moves past her to take the seat beside her. Mildly flustered as the room is half-empty, she looks up to see Leo smiling down at her. "I don't think I want to say good-bye yet. Besides, given how you great your answers her, perhaps I can just get smarter by sitting beside you."
Maggie blushes and looks into his eyes. "Welcome to my aura, I guess." They both laugh and the room falls silent as Dr. Haggerty steps up to the podium. They both turn their attention to him, and he begins to talk about the Petrarchan tradition.
Maggie is engaged and amused as he goes through the lecture, but is also very aware of Leo sitting next to her. She can feel his presence, his warmth, and every so often she catches him looking at her with a smile.
When the lecture is over, Maggie packs up her things and stands up, stretching her legs which have grown stiff from sitting for so long. Leo stands as well, and as they turn to leave, he puts his hand on the small of her back to guide her out the door. Maggie feels a jolt of electricity at his touch and she smiles up at him.
"Thank you, Leo," she says softly.
As they walk out of the classroom, Leo's hand lingers on her back, leaving a trail of heat that makes Maggie's heart race. She glances at him, noticing the way his muscles move beneath his jersey, the way his golden hair catches the light. She feels a sense of connection with him, even though they've only just met.
"So, Maggie," Leo says, his voice low and warm. "How are you finding the class so far? Any favorites yet?"
Maggie's face goes blank for a moment, her eyes focusing on something far away. Then she turns back to Leo. "Holy fuck." Her eyes go large and her hand flies up to cover her mouth. He's bemused by whatever is going on with her, and his eyebrows are raised in a questioning look. She goes on, "Music. Rocks music. Maybe country and all of it. It's...it's all Petrarchan."
Leo starts to scoff and then stops, his eyes going wide. Before he can say anything, she grabs his hand. "Come on." She races down the hall and up a flight of stairs to the faculty offices. She heads straight to Dr. Haggerty's office and knocks on the door, her other hand still in Leo's. Dr. Haggerty calls out, "Yes?"
Maggie opens the door and peeks inside. "Dr. Haggerty, I'm Maggie O'Brian. I'm in your Renaissance Lit class that just ended. Do you have time for a question?" Dr. Haggerty looks at the two of them, frowning a little. "I asked for questions at the end of the lecture. I have a faculty meeting in 20 minutes. Can we do this quick?"
Maggie nods and enters the office, towing Leo behind her. Dr. Haggerty looks up at Leo questioningly, then smiles softly as Leo shrugs at him. "Yes, Miss O'Brian?" Maggie takes a moment to clear her throat and gather her thoughts. "The Petrarchan tradition. It's still being used, isn't it? I was thinking of popular music...the description of romance and pain. It's everywhere."
Dr. Haggerty's eyes go wide and he sits back in his seat, appraising Maggie and Leo as her sidekick. Eventually he nods and smiles broadly at her. "Very astute, Miss O'Brian. It is, indeed. You can think of it as the very model of Western romance. Movies, books, TV shows...music...all still use the ideas that Petrarch introduced. It's so much a part of our culture, we don't even think about it."
Dr. Haggerty leans forward, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "You ever listen to the Rolling Stones, Maggie?"
Maggie nods, her mind racing with the implications of this new understanding. "I love the Stones."
"Well, think of 'Angie' or 'Wild Horses.' Both of those songs are dripping with Petrarchan themes. Unattainable love, suffering, longing – it's all there."
Leo looks at Maggie, then back at Dr. Haggerty, his eyes wide with realization.
Dr. Haggerty goes on. "I wish you had said something in class. I decided not to mention its relevance to modern culture intentionally this semester. I wanted to see if anyone figured it out."
Maggie blushes. "I'm sorry, professor. It didn't hit me until I got out of the classroom."
Dr. Haggerty nods. "An epiphany then. Very good. We can't demand understanding on a time schedule." He raises his eyes to Leo and then looks back at Maggie. "I already had my eye on you because of your participation and your writing, Miss O'Brian. Now you are firmly in my sights. I expect great things."
Maggie swallows hard and then feels Leo squeezing her hand, giving her confidence and clarity. "Yes, sir, Dr. Haggerty. I won't let you down. I expect great things as well."
The teacher nods and stands. "I'll hold you to that." He makes sweeping motions with his hands. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do have a meeting. But my door is usually open. Especially during my office hours. I expect to see you...both of you...regularly." He gives them a warm smile and a nod before picking up a pile of papers and leaving the office, leaving the door open behind him.
Maggie and Leo stand there for a moment, looking at each other with matching expressions of amazement. "Well, I guess we just got wrangled into doing some extra work," Leo says with a grin.
"Wrangled?" Maggie asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know, like a cowboy lassoing a calf. But with words and ideas instead of a rope," Leo explains, his grin widening.
Maggie laughs. "I like that image. You make it sound like it could be fun," Maggie says, smiling at Leo's cowboy metaphor. "I really don't mind the extra work. I'm enjoying this class more than I thought I would."
Leo smiles back at her. "I'm glad to hear that. I think you're going to do great things with your major. You have a real talent for this stuff."
Maggie feels a warm blush creep up her cheeks at the compliment. "Thank you, Leo. That means a lot coming from you. I still can't believe I figured out that music thing. I've never really thought about it before, but now that I have, it's all I can see. It's like this whole new world has opened up to me, you know?" Maggie is still grinning from ear to ear as she and Leo walk out of the English building and onto the Quad.
Leo laughs, ruffling his blond hair with his hand. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've been studying this stuff for a while now, and there are always new things to discover. It's like unraveling a really complex mystery, you know?"
Maggie nods, her eyes scanning the crowd as they walk. Suddenly, she realizes that she is still holding his hand and, further, that he has said nothing or even tried to pull it back. "What's your schedule like, Leo?"
Leo says, "My school day is done. I have to be done by early afternoon so I can go to soccer practice. Usually, I would go get some lunch about now." Maggie turns to him. "Can I buy you a burger, cowboy?" Maggie asks, giving him a playful grin. Leo's eyes light up and he grins back at her. "Would love that, partner. There's a place I like not too far from here. It's got great burgers and even better milkshakes."
Maggie's stomach rumbles at the mention of food, and she nods eagerly. "Lead the way, cowpoke."
Leo takes her hand and leads her across the Quad and down a side street, chatting with her as they walk. "So, what's your major again? I know you're in my Renaissance Lit class, but I still don't think I've seen you around much," Leo says as they walk.
"I'm an English major. But I'm also minoring in Women's Studies," Maggie replies. She pauses to think. "And now maybe history as well. Fuck."
Leo's eyes light up at her indecision. Maggie stops and faces him again. "And as for not seeing me, I think that's about to change, don't you?" He studies her eyes and blushes as he realizes she is studying him right back. Finally he mutters, "I certainly hope so." Maggie feels her face flush with warmth, and she quickly looks away, focusing on their destination.