| Suddenly, images of her friend came rushing into her head. |
| Everything around her seemed to disappear as her body shook and convulsed with pleasure. |
| She couldn't breathe, and she felt as though she was screaming but couldn't hear. |
| Every muscle in her body clenched tightly around her center, and then as quick as it came, washed away. |
| She lay still on her bed, naked and sweating. |
| Her senses slowly beginning to return. |
| She looked over at her alarm clock, which read 10:38. |
| She had missed the start of class, and didn't even make an effort to get up. |
| Her mind buzzed as thoughts of last night were rushing back. |
| She had never experienced such a powerful emotion, and as she thought more about what happened, she wondered what it meant. |
| Nothing that strong at least. |
| She remembered incidents where she caught herself looking at other women, but didn't recognize them as sexual, until now. |
| She remembered admiring outfits, or shoes, but as she thought harder, she realized there was more to it. |
| She could vividly remember the way they moved or their smell. |
| She could see herself admiring her friends for more than just their clothes or hair. |
| She remembered the shape of their bodies. |
| She remembered how their breasts looked, or the curve of their hips. |
| It wasn't the shoes or the clothes she was noticing, but the way those things made a girls body look. |
| The way a tight shirt would strain against their breasts, making them round and firm, or show off some belly. |
| The way shoes might make their legs look. |
| She concentrated hard, until her thoughts settled on one incident in particular. |
| It was graduation, and she was sitting in her living room talking to her friend Lisa. |
| She wore a short black dress, and sexy strap heals. |
| The harder she focused on Lisa; everything else in her memory seemed to dissolve, until just the two of them were there. |
| The conversation seemed to fade as well, and all she could hear was the sound of her breathing and her heart beating. |
| She concentrated hard on Lisa's image. |
| Her voice rang louder and clearer in her ears. |
| Her mind flashed images of Lisa's body, as she felt in intense pressure welling up inside her. |
| She could almost feel Lisa there with her, as she quickly became aware of her own body. |
| Still concentrating on the scrambling images in her mind, she became aware of her hand working feverishly between her legs. |
| Her mind was moving fast and everything was beginning to become blurry. |
| Two days had passed in a blur since Kristy became aware of her feelings. |
| She was finding it difficult to concentrate on anything else in her life, and often found mind wandering off. |
| She wasn't able to recall anything she had heard in her classes the past two days, and hadn't opened a single book. |
| Her mind seemed to be set off by the slightest incident, and blocked everything else out. |
| She found herself fantasizing about different girls she would see. |
| She tried hard to think of boys, but it just didn't happen. |
| There was no denying the way she felt. |
| She sat in her dorm room, wishing desperately for someone to talk to. |
| She was going to have to figure it out on her own. |
| She decided to log on to her computer and see if she could find anyone to talk to. |
| She read through some of her mail, but there was nothing interesting. |
| Just a few jokes and notes from her friends asking how she was getting along. |
| Besides, you never knew who you were really talking to anyway, so she just logged off. |
| It was still early, and she was feeling hungry. |
| She decided to take a walk and get something to eat. |
| She found herself in this little pizza place, just off campus. |
| It wasn't crowded like it usually was, but there were a few people there. |
| She took her pizza, sat down at an empty table and began to eat. |
| She was cute. |