Paula Cash - Closet Queen

The next day Cheryl went to her classes, moving like a zombie. The bottom had dropped out of her life. She finally had to face the fact that she was lesbian-oriented and no amount of normal sex would ever save her. Oh, she might be able to marry and get by after years of therapy, but she knew that at every orgasm she'd have to fantasize lesbian Jove to get it off with her husband. She was not completely female. The word "dyke" burned in her brain.

She had an unsatisfactory lunch with her father. They talked about the necklace, but somehow her failure to get it connected with her failure in normal love. She told him she was sure to have it in the next day or two, but she saw he didn't believe her. She didn't believe herself.

Her father seemed in an odd mood, too. She sensed that something else besides the loss of the necklace bothered him, something more important, if she could believe it. It wasn't like him to appear like this without prior warning, and it wasn't like him to babble about "Meeting an unusual person" and "Maybe she'd have a stepmother one day".

"It could be a younger woman," John Wallace told her. "Someone surprisingly young for me.”

Cheryl had always thought her father should remarry. Even if his new wife, her stepmother, turned out to be as young as thirty, that would be okay with her. She told him so.

"Well, yes," he said. "It could be a surprise to you in several ways, but I think I've found someone I can't afford to let get away.”

She didn't want to deal with new problems or persons at this particular time.

"Love her well and marry her then, Dad," she said, and left after that.

Spider readily admitted to having found the Gypsy and taken it out of Salt, the figurine that Cheryl had now restored to its usual place in the Delta Rho house. Cheryl spoke to Spider on the phone.

"I suppose you've sold it already," said Cheryl.

"I'm holding it for ransom.”

"I could get the police on you, Spider, but I'll ask the dumb question. What ransom?”

"I want to spend the night with you and your roommate in the Delta Rho house.”

"What? Why?”

"Because no Sig has ever achieved that. Because I want the kick of it.”

"We have the toughest house mother on campus, Mrs. Briggs, not to mention a lot of girls with loose lips. I couldn't get by with it even if I wanted to.”

"Give me what I want-I'll bring the necklace.”

She no longer believed it could be solved that simply. Every effort she'd made had failed, and she was sure that this demand would be followed by another, requiring even kinkier sex.

"Stuff that vibrator on your desk down your throat and choke to death," she said. She slammed down the receiver.

Cheryl Wallace had reached that stage where she wanted to destroy, wanted to escape her pain by rushing into the cause of the pain, giving in to the horrors she'd tried to escape and flaunting them. Let Spider ram the Gypsy up his ass! As for the other-well, if she were doomed to be a dyke, she'd be a good one, the best in the Midwest.

After dinner as Abby sat at her desk in their room, finally getting a chance to study, Cheryl came up behind her, put her arms around Abby's neck, and began to kiss her.

"Oh, Cheryl," moaned Abby. "I've got to study tonight." Cheryl's roommate, like herself, seemed to be subdued tonight, solemn, somehow different, as if yesterday's big sex binge had also quieted her down to seriousness.

Cheryl dabbed at Abby's ears, nibbled them, and breathed hot breath in the tiny ear holes to make Abby shudder. She nipped and nibbled around Abby's neck, finding little erotic spots that made the girl quiver.

"Stop that," said Abby.

But, of course, a dyke was the aggressor and it was up to her to initiate the sex and get what she wanted. In her new mood of despair, Cheryl wanted to play her new role to the hilt. She reached down to manipulate and knead Abby's big, circular breasts, outside her blouse and then inside, against naked nipples.

"Oh, my goodness!" went Abby.

A sex blush started up her neck, and after some more teasing of the girl's hard nipples, and some open mouthed kisses, taken over the shoulder of that vulnerable, sweet mouth, Cheryl took Abby by the hand and led her to her bed. Fussing and complaining, Abby nevertheless let Cheryl undress her, and Abby jogged her now wet, ready cunt as she watched the willowy blonde undress herself.

"We could go too far with this girl sex," Abby warned her. "A little innocent fooling around in these sorority houses is okay, but when it gets too heavy people catch on and get thrown out. A bad reputation goes with that.”

"Tonight I've got to have girl meat," said Cheryl stubbornly, and she continued to seduce Abby until the helpless redhead writhed in extreme pleasure with Cheryl's tongue fixed firmly on her cunt. Abby gave up her sex fairly rapidly to Cheryl's lovemaking, as if Cheryl had much more power than before, as if she owed something to Cheryl.

Cheryl pleasured herself like a man, lying full length on top of the naked, spent girl and grinding her flowing, hot cunt on Abby's pelvis until she raced to a throbbing, delicious orgasm. It was Cheryl's most dyke-like act as she thumbed her nose at the gods and accepted her fate. She had no trouble in orgasm; she didn't have to fantasize anything. At this point Cheryl considered the luscious Abby as her true sex partner for some time to come.

There was a knock on the door and Abby barely had time to cover up before Cheryl opened it. It wasn't the formidable Mrs. Briggs, house mother. It was Scotty Blair.

She had come for her vibrator. She seemed in no hurry to leave. She sat on the edge of Cheryl's bed talking in animation to Abby, almost ignoring Cheryl. In her new sensitivity Cheryl spotted Scotty's game at once. The rangy freshman from Colorado was also dyke-the female aggressor in sex, and she wanted to excite Cheryl's roommate, the passive, lovely Abby, right under Cheryl's nose. She kept talking about her vibrator and sex and all the fun girls could have together.

Cheryl studied the girl and decided there was a lot of unused sexuality in the long-limbed creature. She didn't quite have the looks of either Cheryl or Abby, but there was obviously a lot of juice in her. So-the freshman thought she could steal Cheryl's bed partner right out from under her, did she?

Smiling grimly, Cheryl entered the conversation and eventually lured Scotty into the bathroom with the vibrator. A greater dyke was about to seduce a lesser dyke and put things in order.

It wasn't easy, because Scotty imagined herself the calm, cool seducer, always in charge. Cheryl was in a mean, erotic mood, just detached enough to want to exploit Scotty's body. Cheryl just let herself go in almost fierce passion and slowly overcame the lesser aggressions of the other girl. At first Scotty was shocked at being fondled, kissed and used right there in the bathroom with Abby so close by. Then the insistent Cheryl turned her on, and it was the lot of Scotty to find herself pushed back on the bathroom floor with Cheryl's hot tongue sucking her helpless cunt to glory. Scotty lost her presence of mind and took the passive role in rapt delight as Cheryl made Scotty's body shake with a delicious cunt suck. So there'd be no question as to who was the most daring, Cheryl reamed Scotty's asshole with her finger as she took the gasping girl to a glorious climax and.made her surrender every ounce of her sexual energy.

Afterwards, Cheryl led a dazed, compliant Scotty naked into the bedroom. She shoved her into her bed with Abby, who dozed.

"Just rest a minute, dear," said Cheryl. "Then I'll give the three of us a real hot evening.”

“Sure, Cheryl,*' mumbled a played-out would-be seducer.

She crawled gratefully under the covers to hug Abby and rest, while Cheryl surveyed her conquests with demonic glee, thinking of ways she'd fuck.them both silly before the night was over. She meant to set a record in the Delta Rho house for the wildest lesbian night there'd ever been. Generations of Delts would talk about the fabulous Cheryl Wallace and what she did on that magic night. And other nights, too!