Miss Porter's School
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				Title: <strong>Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 16:00:43</strong>
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				Miss Porter's School, also known as Porter's, Farmington, or MPS, is a girl's only 9-12th grade boarding and day school set in Farmington Connecticut.&nbsp; It is consistently ranked in the top girl's boarding schools and has an excellent reputation for building young ladies of character and leadership potential.&nbsp; Founded in 1843 by the progress Sarah Porter, Miss Porter's School took the almost unheard of path of teaching young ladies the arts and the hard sciences, insisting upon it in fact.<br><br>Today Porter's hosts 233 boarders and another hundred day schoolers.&nbsp; Notable alumni include Gloria Vanderbilt, Lee Radziwell, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis, Ruth Hannah McCormick and Edith and Alice Hamilton among many others.&nbsp; Tuition is steep, well over fifty thousand dollars a year though scholarships are available for truly exceptional girls.<br><br>It is here, the start of your Junior or Senior year, that you've arrived to finish your preparation for university, to make new friends and to experience the wonderful last flush of youth and potential.&nbsp; What will you make of it?<br><br>Characters may be students (seniors only please, no babies!), teachers, male students at nearby schools or colleges, or even random town residents who interact with Porter's in some fashion.&nbsp; All plots will be player created and driven.&nbsp; If you have a character idea, or a story you want to tell in this setting, please PM me and I'll get you set up.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Buildings, Clickable Scaled Pictures</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Main Building</strong><br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5c/Mainb.jpg)<br><br><strong>Counting House</strong><br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/90/Counting_House_%28Business_Office%29_at_Miss_Porter%27s_School.jpg/800px-Counting_House_%28Business_Office%29_at_Miss_Porter%27s_School.jpg)<br><br><strong>Kate Lewis Gym</strong><br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/8a/The_Kate_Lewis_Gym_at_Miss_Porter%27s_School.jpg/800px-The_Kate_Lewis_Gym_at_Miss_Porter%27s_School.jpg)<br><br><strong>The Studio</strong><br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/70/Former_History_Building_at_Miss_Porter%27s_School.jpg/799px-Former_History_Building_at_Miss_Porter%27s_School.jpg)<br><br><strong>Olin Arts and Science Center</strong><br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/01/Olin_Arts_and_Science_Center.jpeg/800px-Olin_Arts_and_Science_Center.jpeg)</div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Players and Characters</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Players and Characters</strong><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img547.imageshack.us/img547/9274/bg003.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>EbonyQueen as Junior Maya Abasi<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bYywH.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br>Branwen as Senior Mary Green<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dorm Rooms</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Dorm Rooms</strong><br><br>Maya and Mary<br><br>Mary's Side<br>(http://www.digsdigs.com/photos/teen-room-12-554x427.jpg)<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School - Senior Year</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 21:51:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.brainerd.com/falltours/images/fall-foliage-minnesota.jpg.jpg)</div><br>Fall, the leaves were turning all of their lovely colors, the trees were beginning to shed them all for the long winter's hibernation. New England was famous for both it's foliage and it's long, cold winters. Nestled into all of that color among the colonial buildings a small campus that just -reeks- of nostalgia and history. The girl's school was quiet, most students had not arrived for the year yet.<br><br>However, on the second floor, at the end of a long wood-paneled hall, behind one dark stained, oaken door, complete with the original crystal doorknob and hardware the sound of music fills the entire floor, the entire building. Sad, longing tones from a precisely tuned instrument.<br><br><div align="center">Sad Violin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIuotFZnBtk#)</div><br>Behind that sound, behind that door in a room which was only half decorated, and that half that is decorated only sparsely at that a single girl sits in the middle on a wooden chair. An expensive looking instrument held firmly in slender, delicate hands, held in place by a similarly slender chin of deep brown skin. Her eyes, closed as she seems to be pouring her soul out through the instrument she clings to.<br><br><div align="center">(http://imageshack.us/a/img547/9274/bg003.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 22:17:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://blogilmoregirls.b.l.pic.centerblog.net/1xvd2wyl.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>"Your room is just down the hall, Miss Green."</strong>&nbsp; That was her father's personal assistant.&nbsp; Well, his personal assistant's assistant in charge of seeing after Mary.&nbsp; He had several, all for different roles, but this one had been working with Mary for the last three months or so.&nbsp; They didn't tend to last very long, moved up quickly in the hierarchy of the company or sent off to do more important jobs once they'd gotten their feet wet with babysitting.&nbsp; More important meaning more important than taking care of his only daughter.&nbsp; If she wasn't used to it, Mary would have cried over it.&nbsp; Instead, she'd long ago let it turn into anger. <br><br>She'd worn a simple black dress with an open top ringed with a strand of pearl buttons to meet the Head and the Dean.&nbsp; First impressions were important.&nbsp; She was a little overdressed for the other girls walking around campus, but no one said anything or looked at her funny.<br><br><strong>"Thank you.&nbsp; I'll get it from here.&nbsp; Just go talk to the campus staff and have them bring my trunk and such up.&nbsp; Thank you, Alexa."<br><br>"Yes, Miss Green.&nbsp; And it's Alice." </strong> She had the nerve to sound upset.&nbsp; Well, to Hell with her.&nbsp; She wasn't the one being shuffled off to another new school on short notice yet again.&nbsp; And she'd just started to really make friends at The Hockaday School in Dallas.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Whatever.&nbsp; Just do it,"</strong> Mary said irritably and waved the older woman off.&nbsp; She waited until the assistant's footsteps faded, then looked at the paper in her hand to confirm the room number.&nbsp; It was like checking in another hotel, only without a bellboy to tip and tell to go away.&nbsp; Like she hadn't stayed in so many hotels she didn't know where everything was and how to open the closet and that room service would bring anything she ordered up to the suite.<br><br>The music finally registered now that Alexa or Alice or whomever it was had stopped talking and trying to tell her how wonderful it was and how lucky she was to have a father who provided so well for her.&nbsp; It wasn't a recording.&nbsp; It was too rich, too full and too here and now to be reproduced by mere electronic speakers.&nbsp; It was like being at the symphony, only without people around and it was closer.&nbsp; Intrigued despite her bad mood, Mary walked closer, following the sound, and found it coming from inside what seemed to be her room.&nbsp; She placed her hand on the door, heavy antique oak, and felt the vibrations carried by the wood.&nbsp; Her fingertips grew cold from the door, but she kept them pressed there, feeling and hearing the music with all of her body.&nbsp; It was beautiful.<br><br>Slowly, so as not to disturb, Mary opened the door and stood in the doorway.&nbsp; There was a girl, dark and lovely with beautiful skin, holding a violin under her chin and stroking the music from its soul.&nbsp; Her eyes were closed and she didn't immediately notice her company.&nbsp; Eventually the plangent notes drew to a close and Mary sighed deeply.&nbsp; The music was just that moving.<br><strong><br>"Who wrote that?"</strong> she asked from the doorway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 22:27:25</strong>
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				Dark eyes, dark eyes that glisten with a pent up moister from the emotion that had been poured into the instrument blink, once, and then twice before focusing on the features of the rather straining girl standing in the doorway. Her clothing was immaculate, and expensive looking, where those real pearls? The dark-skinned girl quickly stood up, the motion causing her chair to wobble and fall backwards. With a grimace she fumbled with the instrument and the bow held in her hands before setting both down on what was most likely 'her' bed.<br><br>She was dressed plainly, very plainly. Anyone who had an eye for clothing could see that what she wore was sold in places like 'Wal-Mart' or 'K-mart'. It rather snugly fit to her form, a form that was slender, and only slightly starting to develop.<br><br><strong>"I... ah... It is by a woman named Thao Nguyen Xanh."</strong> She finally gets out. Dark eyes finally looking at the girl she was addressing in the face. <strong>"Wow... you are... really pretty."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 22:41:45</strong>
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				Scholarship girl.&nbsp; Had to be with those clothes unless she was trying for the hipster look and ironically failing to look ironic.&nbsp; That was going to be a problem.&nbsp; It was always a problem.&nbsp; Mary's lips firmed at the thought.&nbsp; And was she crying?&nbsp; Mary could cry, she was the audience, but the artist was supposed to have a certain somber, professional reserve.&nbsp; Or maybe she was a Suzuki kid, who could do one or two pieces exceedingly well but were utter pants when it came to something else.<br><br>The compliment fell on deaf ears.&nbsp; She was tired of being told she was pretty, she was rich, she was lucky, she was going places.&nbsp; Everyone had something to say and none of them really meant anything.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"If you're done knocking the furniture over, pick it up and play something else,"</strong> Mary demanded, then stepped inside the room and shut the door.&nbsp; <strong>"Something from <em>Scheherazade</em>,"</strong> she challenged.&nbsp; <strong>"Or do you need the music?"</strong>&nbsp; Mary fished an iPad out of her purse and stroked it to life, quickly navigating to the iBooks store and carelessly dropping forty dollars to purchase it.&nbsp; <strong>"Here.&nbsp; Start at the second movement,"</strong> she instructed and set the iPad up on a music stand that was standing just inside the door.&nbsp; <strong>"You can read music, can't you?"</strong>&nbsp; Mary sat down on the edge of the girl's bed, rumpling the blanket, and waited with a challenging look on her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 23:01:17</strong>
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				Dark eyes steeled for a moment, as the friendly, innocent look fell away. Her features darkly-skinned and delicate twist into a scowl for a long moment, as she studied the girl in front of her. She shook her head, slightly curled locks of dark hair spread out with the motion. Reaching out she grips both the violin and the bow she had been using, turning slightly she set each on one of the desks that face either wall. Stooping down she retrieves a battered looking case, The clasps pop open with a snap. Pulling the top open she rests the violin and the bow into the case, closing the lid.<br><br><strong>"And I don't feel like playing, anymore."</strong> She replied simply.<br><br>Turning again she scoops up the overturned chair, placing it upright before sliding it back to it's position behind 'her' desk. <strong>"I am not a dancing monkey... Just because I don't have a trust fund. And I'm not here to perform at your or anyone else's whim."</strong> her voice was steady, but the sound of building anger behind it was evident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 23:17:53</strong>
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				<strong>"I didn't think so," </strong>Mary said more than a little unpleasantly.&nbsp; What really stung was the monkey comment.&nbsp; Mary might be a lot of things, bitchy when she was in the depths of self-pity chief among them, but she wasn't a racist.&nbsp; Most racism was learned from one's parents, and hers had never been around to impart it and the help were professional enough to not bring it around her.&nbsp; Besides, most of her help, besides Daddy's assistants who always seemed to be about her size and hair coloring and build, were African-American or African-African or Asian or Latino.&nbsp; It was probably her only redeeming quality and this girl was already making fun of it.&nbsp; <strong>"But whatever." </strong> She swept the iPad off the music stand and tossed it carelessly onto her bed.<br><br><strong>"I'm your new roommate.&nbsp; My name is Mary Green.&nbsp; Do you have a name or can you not do that either?" </strong> She kicked her shoes, low heels with red leather soles, off and let them fall in two different spots around the room without regard to sides.&nbsp; Mary sat down on the bed and swing her legs in, making the dress bunch tight around her thighs and ride up a little as she squirmed to put her back against the headboard in a sitting position.<br><br>She knew she was being a bitch.&nbsp; Knew it wasn't the right thing to do, but it really hurt getting told yesterday she was moving to a new school tomorrow without a chance to even try to fight with Daddy about it.&nbsp; And why was he moving her?&nbsp; Connecticut was just as far away from Dubai as Texas, or near enough to not matter.&nbsp; Mother was off in Bangladesh of all places, doing something with her charity girlfriends that involved travel, shopping and the incidental photo op with snot-nosed orphans or something.&nbsp; Hockaday, Miss Porter's, before them it had been Middlesex in Massachusetts.&nbsp; Always a new school, always with no notice and no chance to even think about making and keeping friends.&nbsp; Why did they do that to her?<br><br>Mary looked at the girl and waited.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 23:31:29</strong>
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				<strong>"Mya Abasi."</strong> She stated plainly. Dark eyes focus on the girl as she sat on her bed. So unpleasant... So combative. Every bit the same stuck-up rich girl who came to this school. It was always the color of her skin, the fact that she was so poor she had to sustain herself on -only- what was provided by the school. She sat the violin case back down on the desk. A single hand reaching out to grab the now empty music stand and pulling it back into it's place.<br><br>She sat down heavily on 'her' bed, shoulders slumped forward, back turned to the center of the room. Maybe they all -were- right, maybe this wasn't the place for her to be.
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 00:11:40</strong>
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				Not a very good beginning at all.&nbsp; Mary knew it was all her fault, that she'd allowed being hurt by her parents to become anger that grounded itself on everyone nearby.&nbsp; The psychology lecture she'd sat last year had really pulled so much of what she was feeling into sense.&nbsp; It didn't make it any easier, really, to know why she did what she did.&nbsp; Mary was still largely unable to stop it.&nbsp; <br><br>The way Mya was sitting told a story, but it was a different one from Mary's.&nbsp; Her story looked broken down, not tied up in knots.&nbsp; Was every girl broken in some way?&nbsp; Mary often thought so and was always suspicious of the perfect girls.&nbsp; They had to have something going on that was so bad they couldn't even express it.&nbsp; That or it was perfect, and she hated them for it.<br><br>Less than ten minutes later, two porters came in with her things and were accompanied by Alexa and two other women.&nbsp; She took one look at her employer's daughter and made up her mind to get out as fast as possible.&nbsp; Briskly, she put the porters to work with the heavy things, and directed the women to do the decorating.&nbsp; While they did, she swiftly moved around and set up the lighter items and stowed clothes and toiletries and such.&nbsp; Lots of clothes.&nbsp; Lots of toiletries with fancy names and esoteric uses.&nbsp; <strong>"Call me if you need something, Miss Green,"</strong> she said and left without waiting for an answer.&nbsp; Mary's side of the room now looked like it had been lived in for months, decorated tastefully in a feminine but not girly style.&nbsp; During the whirlwind, Mary had only moved once to allow the bed to be made then sat right back down on it.<br><br>Another ten minutes passed.&nbsp; Then another.&nbsp; Mary broke the silence first.<br><strong><br>"I was being a bitch.&nbsp; I apologize,"</strong> she said but didn't look over at Mya.&nbsp; <strong>"Your playing is astonishingly good.&nbsp; Please, I'd like to hear some more of it when you want to play again.&nbsp; Whatever you want to play,"</strong> she added.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 00:25:41</strong>
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				She turned and looked towards the other girl for the first time during the whirlwind. Her expression turned somber before she nodded, turning in place she stood. Slowly, and carefully she walked over to the other girl's bed. Sitting down, gently she scooted herself up and then towards the headboard to sit side-by-side with her new room-mate.<br><br><strong>"Your not perfect, neither am I. So that gives us at least something in common."</strong> She states quietly. <strong>"I think you had every right to be a... well, to be upset."</strong> she had seen how efficiently the side of the room was decorated in one long, well practiced manner. It had been something the girl beside her had been through more than once, and it showed.<br><br><strong>"You are new, and no one around here really cares for me at all... But maybe if we look out for each other, we can pull through?"</strong> She asks, a hopeful tone to her voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 01:33:03</strong>
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				Mary didn't turn towards Mya and hug her, but she didn't move away either.&nbsp; She didn't even cross her arms in a defensive display of body language.&nbsp; The bed was barely wide enough for one, and with two it was positively cramped.&nbsp; They were pressed together shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, thigh to thigh.&nbsp; Mya was warm, really warm, and truth be told Mary was enjoying the body heat.<br><br><strong>"I didn't think you were a monkey,"</strong> Mary said.&nbsp; <strong>"I never said that.&nbsp; You did.&nbsp; I don't like you thinking I'd think that,"</strong> she said.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm a bitch, but I'm not prejudiced.&nbsp; I just snap at everyone equally,"</strong> she said, and for the first time the vestige of a smile crossed her lips.&nbsp; It didn't last long, but it had been there.&nbsp; She turned her head and looked at Mya from the distance of less than a foot.&nbsp; Mary's eyes hung between blue and grey and weren't colored contacts.&nbsp; They were probably the best feature of her face.&nbsp; <strong>"Why don't they like you?"</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 18:25:55</strong>
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				The dark-skinned girl shrugs her shoulders. <strong>"Mostly because I'm poor, well come for a poor family. I got here under scholarship. I don't have much of anything, no fancy clothes, no spending accounts. So..."</strong><br><br>She purses her dark lips for a moment, eyes cast skywards. <strong>"One of the worst incidents is a group of girls dangled a couple of hundred dollars in front of me and told me they'd give it to me if I danced around like a monkey. That is where that comes from."</strong><br><br>She was temped to turn her own head and face Mary, but right now, she could not and chose instead to continue looking towards the ceiling, or down towards her outstretched legs.
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 18:50:01</strong>
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				<strong>"That's fucked up," </strong>she said, the dirty word sounding a little quieter than the others but no less sincere.&nbsp; She also made a note to find out who the girls were, but later when Mya wasn't thinking about it and might not tell her.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm rich, well I come from a rich family,"</strong> she said, deliberately mimicking Mya's choice of phrase, <strong>"and I've got everything.&nbsp; Fancy clothes, spending accounts, trust funds, a personal assistant.&nbsp; Clearly it's not helping my attitude at all, but at least I'm not calling people monkeys.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; I have one redeeming feature."</strong><br><br>Mary turned her head away, giving Mya a little personal space although they remained sitting almost in each other's lap.<br><strong><br>"Music scholarship?&nbsp; I can see why.&nbsp; And, believe it or not with what I said earlier, I picked <em>Scheherazade</em> because it's one of my favorite pieces on violin.&nbsp; When I was in-"</strong>&nbsp; <em>Sure, tell the poor girl you were in Vienna and heard Fabio Luisi conduct it and the Concert Master play it on a Strad.&nbsp; Go on.</em>&nbsp; <strong>"-another school, I heard it played and fell in love with it.&nbsp; It's even on my iTunes." </strong>&nbsp; She reached across Mya, a little awkward, and got her iPad.&nbsp; <br><br>The music selection was typical for a teenage girl, boy bands and Taylor Swift and pieces picked up here and there depending on what phase she was going through.&nbsp; Death Cab for Cutie and Slipknot and Rihanna all clashed and fought each other for attention.&nbsp; But there was the piece Mary talked about, and she pointed to it as if it was important she prove it to Mya.&nbsp; She tapped it into life and let the iPad's little speakers play for a bit before stopping. <br><strong><br>"I can tell them to find me another room,"</strong> she offered.&nbsp; <strong>"Daddy will pay for it."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 20:17:58</strong>
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				The dark-skinned girl shook her head at the last offer. <strong>"No... Your honest, which is a step above most other people here. I'd rather room with someone who was a bit tetchy and honest than someone who would lie to your face and laugh behind your back."</strong><br><br>She purses her lips for a moment. <strong>"My last roomate did that, gained my confidence and I told her a secret of mine, now it's one of the other things I am known for around here... Which reminds me, if you ever find a raw fish taped to the door, don't be alarmed, it's yet another prank."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 20:27:43</strong>
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				Now she was definitely going to have to find out.&nbsp; Mary loved being able to put someone in their place, especially mean people.&nbsp; It gave her the sense of control, of belonging somehow that she really craved.&nbsp; She'd get some names, or have whatever her name the new assistant was hire an investigator and find some names.&nbsp; Money was good for more than buying nice things. It could rent the services of not nice people.<br><br><strong>"No secrets then,"</strong> Mary stated.&nbsp; <strong>"I won't tell you mine, you don't tell me yours and that way we don't have to worry about the other one spilling the beans."<br><br>"And...thank you.&nbsp; For not wanting me to move out I mean."</strong>&nbsp; She squirmed down to the end of the bed, rucking the dress up high enough on her thighs that a flash of panties showed.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm going to change.&nbsp; Can we have dinner off campus or must we eat in the hall?"</strong>&nbsp; She turned her back to Mya to face the wardrobe and pulled the dress off, leaving her just in a bra and panties, both black and from a lingerie store that didn't end in the words Secret or Hollywood, but fairly sensible.&nbsp; The cups of the bra were even padded. Mary's skin was rather pale, not tanned much at all, and her body was in decent enough shape though with the tiny bit of padding a girl still carried that a woman didn't.<br><br>She let the dress drop carelessly onto the floor, pearls clicking against the wood.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 20:34:14</strong>
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				The dark-skinned girl focuses her eyes on the mostly bared back of her new roommate. Dark eyes trace the curved, but still not completely matured lines of the other woman. It was hard to repress, she could easily see herself reaching out both of her hands and caressing the back of the paler-skinned woman, just to touch, to feel the smooth, near perfect pale skin.<br><br>She sighs softly, her eyes remaining focused on the undergarment clad body presented to her. <strong>"Well, I'd rather be able to share secrets and just not worry about telling... I mean, it would be nice to have an actual friend, a confidant."</strong><br><br>Gingerly she pulls herself up off of the bed as well, hands coming down to smooth out the wrinkles that had been put on the spread by the pair who sat there. Bared feet pad along the rug-covered but otherwise hardwood floor, approaching the nearly undressed woman.<br><br><strong>"We can eat off-campus as long as we can get transportation to and from wherever that is... And pay for it out of our own pockets of course."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 20:54:20</strong>
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				<strong>"That's going to be a problem,"</strong> Mary said, and turned side on to Mya.&nbsp; Her tummy was flat and disappeared seamlessly into the tops of her panties which had a tiny little white bow at the top.&nbsp; <strong>"I can pay for it just fine.&nbsp; You can't,"</strong> she said without judgment in her voice.&nbsp; <strong>"And I don't plan on eating at McDonald's or whatever.&nbsp; So here's the deal.&nbsp; If we go out to eat together, I'm paying.&nbsp; You're not arguing and we're not even going to pretend it's fair or right, but it is what it is.&nbsp; Same thing when we go shopping or to the movies or whatever.&nbsp; You want to go out by yourself or with other people then that's what you save your money for.&nbsp; Or, I don't know,"</strong> she waved her hand towards the violin, <strong>"strings or rosin or whatever those things you rest your chin on are called."</strong><br><br>She started to reach out a hand to place on Mya's arm but stopped with is just inches away and withdrew it.<br><strong><br>"You say yes, and I'll tell you a secret some time in the next few days.&nbsp; Deal?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 21:05:57</strong>
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				The palms of her hands were not quite as dark as the rest of her skin, they had a lighter almost caramel appearance to them, though the lines were deep and appeared to be of a darker color. The motion of the other girl reaching out and not quite touching her was hard to miss. And in return her own arms reach out and those palms rest on the smooth skin of the other woman's upper arms. Delicate fingers used to holding the vibrating strings of a violin wrap around the back of the smooth, pale arm, squeezing the smooth flesh gently.<br><br>Her dark eyes dart down the front of the body presented to her, the padded brazier, to which she wondered she just wandered what beauty lied underneath. The flat stomach smooth and delicate she could imagine that it was also soft, and perhaps even slightly ticklish. Her hands slide up the bare forearm they held, coming to rest on either of the other girl's shoulders.<br><br>It was tempting, it was tempting to hook her fingers around the delicate straps and pull down, just to -see- just for a moment... She finally nods her head once. <strong>"I'd like that, if we went out and did things."</strong> She offered. <strong>"So.. deal, on both counts."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 21:12:24</strong>
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				Mary shivered slightly at the touch.&nbsp; It was weird, funny feeling but not bad.&nbsp; And Mya's hands were just as hot as her skin had been while pressed up against Mary's on the bed.&nbsp; The way she held Mary was like someone saying something really important, really intimate.&nbsp; That wasn't normal for her.&nbsp; It felt odd, but it was pleasant all the same.&nbsp; It seemed the most natural thing in the world to take that half step towards Mya and let her arms wrap around the other girl in an embrace.&nbsp; Mary's head rested on Mya's shoulder, brown hair still paler than brown skin, and she held on tightly, almost scarily so.&nbsp; Like she craved the human contact and didn't get it a lot.<br><br><strong>"Please hug me,"</strong> she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 21:21:58</strong>
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				It was surprising, very surprising. No recoil, no odd looks, no awkward smile. The other girl had stepped -closer-. She felt bare arms wrap around her, she felt the smooth soft creamy skin of a perfectly proportioned chin rest on her shoulder. And she heard the request. It was not difficult to grant. Her own arms quickly looped completely around the other girl, pulling the embrace tight. Dark hands begin to roam up and down the mostly uncovered back of the paler woman. Hands of a deep brown awash and lost in a sea of peaches-and-cream.<br><br><strong>"Anytime..." </strong>She murmurs.<br><br>Her own neck twists slightly, head tilting as dark black locks of hair spill across the features pressed so closely to her own. Dark cheek pressed against pale. The deep contrast of the skin only intensifying as it melds and shapes together. Nostrils flare as they take in the scent of the other woman she held so closely. It was intoxicating, and for the first time since her new roommate had arrived she felt something other than hostility and anger, but... was it lust? The burning desire deep within?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 21:42:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdr5e3znDq1rlxy60o1_400.png)</div>So warm.&nbsp; So welcoming and comforting.&nbsp; This is what it must feel like to have a family, to know the easy familiarity of a hug or a touch.&nbsp; Mary had read about a horrible experiment called Harlowe's Monkeys.&nbsp; Baby monkeys had been denied total or partial contact with a mothering figure and it had made them literally crazy.&nbsp; Mya didn't know it yet, but she was really close to finding out one of Mary's secrets.<br><br>She held tight for well over a minute, body slowly relaxing.&nbsp; The tension just flowed out of Mary, visible in a more relaxed tone in the muscles of her back and shoulders and the slowing of her breathing.&nbsp; If they'd been laying down, she was certain she'd have fallen asleep.&nbsp; It would have been heavenly, but a little jerk right on the edge of sleep brought her back.&nbsp; Mary tensed up again, but not as bad as before and stepped back.&nbsp; The skin of her neck and on the slope of her breasts was flushed and her cheeks were splotched too.&nbsp; She didn't say anything, just gave Mya a nod of thanks and a grateful look with those pale blue eyes before turning back to the wardrobe.<br><br>The first shirt she pulled out was white and snug.&nbsp; Mary slipped her bra off and pulled the shirt over on top.&nbsp; She added a pair of green running shorts, grabbed a grey zip up fleece and turned to face Mya.&nbsp; The shirt was obviously from her old school, clung to her and proclaimed she was the property of the&nbsp; Hockaday Daisies.&nbsp; She pulled the fleece on and left it unzipped as she sat on the bed to put on a pair of Nikes.<br><strong><br>"Sushi or Indian?"</strong> she asked Mya, face starting to clear up.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 23:08:20</strong>
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				<strong>"I've never had Indian. Though I've never cared for Sushi... So... maybe Indian?" </strong>She asks in return as she turns slightly her dark hands wringing together have the long few moments she had spent caressing the soft, smooth back of the other woman. She purses her lips for a moment, reflecting on how much seemed to just -crave- the feeling of being touched. She moves back towards the bed, settling down beside her roommate. Perhaps it was to much to fast, but she still looped an arm around, fingers pressed into fleece.<br><br><strong>"So... Indian it is, do you want to see a movie as well?"</strong> She asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 00:20:55</strong>
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				<strong>"Sure,"</strong> she agreed, made amenable by the contact.&nbsp; Maybe Miss Porter's wasn't going to be so bad.&nbsp; Mary used her cell phone to call for the car service and soon the girls were outside waiting.&nbsp; A black BMW 7 series pulled up and the driver, in a suit and not in livery, got out and held the doors for both girls.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"We're in the mood for Indian,"</strong> she told the man.<br><br><strong>"I know just the place, Ms. Green,"</strong> he assured her without having to be introduced.&nbsp; Mary didn't know him but little Ms. Personal Assistant had set it up as always.&nbsp; <strong>"It's just up the road by the golf course in Avon."</strong>&nbsp; The trip was short, barely ten minutes, and the man not only pulled up to the front but escorted both of them inside.&nbsp; A quick conversation was held with the hostess and both girls were shown to a table.&nbsp; Mary sat down and ignored the menu.&nbsp; Mya's seat was opposite hers on the tiny two-top table.<br><br><strong>"I know what I want, <em>Methi Saagwala</em>,"</strong> she said.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you know why Indian food is so good?" </strong> Mary grinned, an easy look for once, <strong>"Because it's made with tandoor oven care."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 03:38:35</strong>
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				Someone could have hit her with a feather, and the reaction would have been the same. The laugh was one of the good ones, one of the laughs that gently tickle one's toes and causes one's midsection to tighten. She might have gotten a lot of strange looks. The entire thing struck her as funny. The well-dressed very wealthy&nbsp; girl making a -terrible- pun. The entire ludicrousness of the situation is what has gotten to her.<br><br><strong>"Oh... my... god."</strong> Was all she was able to utter through a few tears wiping them away with a single hand. <strong>"I like this side of you... You are charming in a good, funny way, you know?"</strong><br><br>The smile on her dark lips was wide and genuine. <strong>"Uhm... I don't know... What would you suggest I get?"</strong> She asks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:11:20</strong>
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				<strong>"Milk,"</strong> she answered.&nbsp; <strong>"No, really.&nbsp; If you haven't had a good curry before, it's going to take the top of your head off.&nbsp; Milk helps wash the hot out."</strong>&nbsp; Mary smiled, pleased that Mya had found the pun funny and that she'd gotten it.&nbsp; So many people were just dumb.&nbsp; And a lot of girls played dumber than they were.&nbsp; It was so annoying.&nbsp; <br><strong><br>"Thanks.&nbsp; Now, let's see." </strong> She flipped open the menu and scanned it. <strong> "Let's just get some of everything and see what you like.&nbsp; Chicken tikka, that's like cubed chicken with some spices, pretty mild.&nbsp; Oh and some Baingan Bharta.&nbsp; Roasted eggplant.&nbsp; Some ginger mint naan bread to cut the spices and then we'll share the Methi Saagwala.&nbsp; Lamb this time I think."</strong>&nbsp; When the waitress came around, Mary ordered with confidence and got Mya a glass of milk and ordered tea for herself.&nbsp; The food arrived in short order and she immediately scooped up a piece of the bread, used her hand to drop some chicken in it, and held it out rolled up towards Mya's mouth.&nbsp; "Go on.&nbsp; It's good," she said and fed the first bite of it to her new roommate.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>21-11-2012, 17:34:02</strong>
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				Dark eyes blink as the girl she sat across from rattled off names of dishes she had never even -heard- of let alone tasted. She simply nodded her head as each dish was added to the menu. <strong>"I ah... I'm allergic to nuts... if there are any in... anything...?" </strong>She asks, but the negative reaction only caused her to nod in understanding. Having her tongue and throat swell up was hardly the way to punctuate a first date!<br><br>She glances at the dishes as they are brought, one expertly rolled up onto a piece of bread and offered in her direction. Leaning forward she took a bite out of the offered food, a timid, small bite. Not only due to the unknown food, but also because... she was being -fed-. It was... cute, it was sweet... And she fond herself really liking it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 01:30:17</strong>
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				Mary continued to feed Mya from time to time during the meal.&nbsp; She kept pressing food on her, little bits of this and that in an effort to see that Mya experienced as many different foods as possible.&nbsp; Mary was surprised by how much she - both of them - enjoyed it.&nbsp; When dinner was just so many half-eaten plates and messy napkins, Mary ordered Masala tea rich with ginger and cardamon and a hint of black pepper.<br><br><strong>"I really want some Gulab Jamun, but if I eat another thing I'll explode."</strong>&nbsp; Mary leaned back in her chair and dramatically thrust out her tummy and showcased it with her hands.&nbsp; <strong>"Look!&nbsp; I'm so fat now!"</strong>&nbsp; She giggled.&nbsp; <strong>"Touch it!&nbsp; Feel the baby kick."</strong><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 07:17:56</strong>
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				A small, goofy smile remained on the dark-skinned woman's lips even as she kept her gaze focused on the girl who she sat across from her antics made her smile, they relaxed her. It was nice to see the girl who seemed to tense and upset about everything generally laughing and fooling around. It made her seem more alive, more vibrant, and certainly more friendly.<br><br><strong>"Oh no more for me. I think I'll need to drink a few bottles of 7-up when we get back in the room to put out the fire I already -have- in my mouth!"</strong> She leaned back in her own chair, sighing.<br><br><strong>"So! Movies... I haven't seen a good movie in a -long- time... I don't even know -what- to watch! Do you want to go see anything specific?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 23:48:57</strong>
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				"Something funny or scary.&nbsp; No romantic comedies.&nbsp; They're so fake.&nbsp; Real people don't fall in love like that.&nbsp; I'm not even sure you can love like that," she said.&nbsp; Mary snagged the waitress on a trip and handed over her AmEx card, then signed the receipt and added a tip.&nbsp; "Come on," she said and stood, then extended a hand to the still seated Mya.&nbsp; <br><br>"How about The Possession?&nbsp; It's sort of like Poltergeist but with better effects," she said once they were in the car.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 00:22:41</strong>
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				A single hand reaches out and grips the offered hand, her thumb gently caressing the knuckles of the paler hand held within, marveling at the smooth skin. She moves to stand with the woman who had offered that hand, not letting go once she stands.<br><br><strong>"Okay, scary movie it is. Though be warned I tend to grab and jump into the lap of someone nearby watching said scary movie with me!"</strong><br><br>She warns, the smile on her dark lips was small, but genuine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 04:08:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The movie theater smelled like old popcorn and new velvet.&nbsp; Mary had let Mya pick the seats and they were pretty much alone near the back off to one side.&nbsp; The scene was with a girl clad in white pyjamas was standing in front of her bathroom mirror, crying a little bit and looking inside her mouth.&nbsp; Tension built along with the music.&nbsp; In the dark, Mary's hand instinctively went out and found Mya's then squeezed it tighter and tighter as everyone waited for the shock.<br><br>It came. From the back of the girl's mouth, well behind her tongue, fingers suddenly appeared in her throat.&nbsp; Mary wasn't the only one who screamed, but she was the one closest to Mya and the loudest.&nbsp; She jumped, fingers squeezing very tight, and reached across with her other arm to grab at Mya in need of comforting.&nbsp; Mary panted during the comedown from the scene.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 17:25:05</strong>
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				The jumping of the woman to her side, along with the startling images and sounds that played through the theater caused her to jump as well. The armrest which swung upwards between the seats swept aside as she wraps her arms around the woman next to her. Her face turned to bury against the side of her newfound friend's face. Her legs had scooted up to nearly be in a position to sit in the lap of the other woman. Her arms however, in their hasty encircling of the teenager found her in a bit of a precarious position.<br><br>While one of her hands clutched at the teenager's back the other... The other found itself resting on something soft, pleasantly soft. The soft that a brand new feather pillow just taken out of the plastic bag that protects it kind of soft. Her fingers, as they move along the fabric of the garment covering her newly-found 'soft' prize, gently coil around the mound of soft flesh, cupping it ever so gently. The softness, the -feeling- of the mound of flesh enough to prompt her on, after several seconds her hand, still had not parted with the fabric covered 'prize'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-11-2012, 01:15:45</strong>
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				Mary didn't notice either.&nbsp; Not until she adrenalin rush wore off.&nbsp; When it did, she became aware of the strangest, must tingly causing sensation and looked down.&nbsp; There was just enough light from the screen to see a dark, graceful hand folded lovingly around her breast.&nbsp; Mary stiffened, then held still, afraid to move.&nbsp; She was afraid to break the contact, the contact of another body that had always been so absent in her life.&nbsp; Ignoring the screen, she carefully turned her head just enough so she could see Mya out of the corner of her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"Mya," she whispered, voice unsteady.&nbsp; "Please, wait..."&nbsp; Afraid she'd jerk away, Mary kept eye contact and put her hand over Mya's.&nbsp; When she drew it down, the black girl's palm caressed Mary's breast, making it ache in a scary wonderful fashion.&nbsp; She slid it down until it was just underneath her breast, then stopped.&nbsp; Mary left her hand atop Mya's, pressing the other girl's hand into her body, and then leaned over and rested her head atop Mya's.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>26-11-2012, 20:32:02</strong>
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				The dark-skinned girl stiffened as well. She felt the hand pull her's away from the wonderful soft mound of flesh that they had so gently gripped. She heard the other woman's words, and felt terrible. She swallows hard once, it was the wrong thing to do, the absolute wrong thing to do. How could she just -assume- that she wanted more than a friendly touch. The woman who leaned against her obviously craved physical contact, but who was she assumed that the other woman wanted to be -groped-.<br><br>She allows her hand to remain pressed into the other girl's side for a long moment before she slowly withdraws it, careful not to touch her in a more intimate way even accidentally. She did not however pull away from the other girl complete, she knew that would be an even worse thing to do, to withdraw all physical contact.<br><br><strong>"S-sorry..."</strong> she mumbles, a quick apology for an unwanted touch.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 02:47:44</strong>
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				Mary carefully disengaged herself from Mya a few minutes later.&nbsp; A whispered "Bathroom," and she left, leaving her purse behind on the seat beside Mya.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"What are you doing?"</em> Mary asked herself quietly inside the stall of the restroom.&nbsp; She hung the fleece on the purse hook of the door, then bit her lip.&nbsp; Mary's hands went to the bottom of her t-shirt, then crossed and pulled it up and over her head.&nbsp; Before she could talk herself out of it, Mary put the fleece back on and zipped it up, then folded the shirt into as small a package as she could and stuffed it in the left front pocket.&nbsp; It took two tries.&nbsp; Her hands were shaking that hard.&nbsp; At the door to the theater, she paused and almost backed out, but finally got up the nerve to go back inside.&nbsp; Mary sat down beside Mya but wasn't quite touching her.&nbsp; In the dark, she transferred the t-shirt into her purse.<br><br>The movie only had a quarter of an hour left to go when Mary breathed in and scooted across the divide so she was sitting hip to hip with Mya again.&nbsp; She reached over and took Mya's hand and drew it into her lap.&nbsp; Mary released it after squeezing it, then unzipped her fleece halfway, the teeth separating with sounds as loud as gunshots in her mind but effectively silent in the theater.&nbsp; Her hand shaking noticeably now, she took Mya's and lifted it to the opening and slid it inside the fleece.<br><br>Beneath was only bare skin.&nbsp; Mary let Mya's hand register that, then she moved it up and over until the black girl's hand was cupping Mary's breast.&nbsp; Mary let go and sat there, body trembling with anxiety.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 20:50:25</strong>
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				Her eyes had gone wide, she felt the skin, it was like silken sheets. Perfect, warm, smooth. Her hand was lost, awash in a sea of flesh. Her eyes turned downward even as her hand caused the fleece sweater to bulge, in the dim light of the flickering screen. The screen that now had -none- of her attention provided just enough illumination for her to make out the gentle curves of flesh through the sweater's gap.<br><br>Her fingers, slender and dark were eager, very eager as they are guided up to the mound of soft flesh. She turned her own head, allowing her forehead to rest against the side of Mary's head. Locks of black hair falling downward mixing and flowing with the other girl's own hair. Her breath was loud, and hot. Lips tender and soft parted for just a moment as she brings them to the side of the other girl's face.<br><br><strong>"God... it's so soft..." </strong>She murmurs into the ear of her new found friend.<br><br>Fingers trace the lower 'curve' of the breast she had been guided to. Slow, and deliberate movements. Her fingers finally 'cupping' the mound of flesh, hefting it ever so slightly as if judging it's size and weight by feel.<br><br><strong>"I... ah... If you'd like to touch me too, I'd like that."</strong> She whispers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 02:57:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sensation shot right through her breast, bypassed her heart and settled deep and low within her tummy.&nbsp; Mary's legs rubbed together, thighs tight against each other and seeking to somehow fulfill that need between them she'd never felt so deeply before.&nbsp; It was nothing like the explorations on her own, of slipping her fingers under her panties during the night, cautiously exploring and touching herself and trying not to wake up her roommate.&nbsp; Those touches had been sweet but even in climax they were nothing like what she felt now.&nbsp; And Mya wasn't even touching her there!<br><br>Mya's breath was sweet, wafting across her cheek and warming it.&nbsp; Mary turned her head, their hair rubbing electrically against one another's, and rested her forehead against Mya's.&nbsp; <strong>"I...&nbsp; Mya, this is, Oh God,"</strong> she said and drew in a deep breath.&nbsp; Mary's hand settled on Mya's wrist and held it still.&nbsp; <strong>"Wait," </strong>she pleaded and gulped.&nbsp; Underneath Mya's palm, Mary's nipple remained stiff, a taut crinkled indicator of her arousal and the exciting danger of perhaps being seen by someone else.&nbsp; Closing her eyes, she calmed her breathing and then let go of Mya's wrist.<br><br><strong>"It feels so good,"</strong> she whispered, and opened her eyes to look into Mya's.&nbsp; <strong>"Do you like it?&nbsp; Does it, do I, make you feel good?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>28-11-2012, 20:55:07</strong>
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				Her own breath was ragged, uncontrolled, even as she felt Mary's face turn towards her. Foreheads resting against one another. The sudden stoppage of her hand, still firmly cupped around the soft, smooth breast she had been caressing. She stopped at the sudden grip. She could feel the small shudders as they travel through the body of the other woman.<br><br><strong>"Touch me... please."</strong> She whispers in response to the question. <br><br>Her free hand reaching forward, gripping one of Mary's hands and bringing it to her own torso. Turning Mary's hand in her own she brings it palm-first closer and closer. Restrained by the slightly rough cotton of her own blouse, an obvious bra beneath, but still the small, but soft and pliable fleshy mound can be felt. Dark eyes look deeply into the eyes of the close woman.<br><br><strong>"I... I want to keep touching each other, it feels so good... When... when we get back to our room do... do you want to... touch and look at each other more?" </strong>She asks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 12:30:20</strong>
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				Mary could imagine how her hand felt to Mya.&nbsp; It wasn't something she'd have done on her own, taking the risk of reaching out and cupping Mya's breast, but it was okay because Mya had done it for her.&nbsp; But, she'd left it outside her clothes, kept Mary's bare palm from touching tender, bare flesh.&nbsp; Had Mary done it wrong?&nbsp; Was she making a mess of it like she had the first impression.&nbsp; What if Mya - but no.&nbsp; Mya's words said otherwise, and Mary tried to believe them even as the conflict whirled in her head.<br><br><strong>"I don't know," </strong>she whispered, but her hand hinted the answer would be yes.&nbsp; Mary's thumb stroked a jerky quarter circle, dragging across the nipple she felt under cloth, then went back to slowly do it again.&nbsp; <strong>"Mya, do yo-"</strong><br><br>A few rows in front of them a man, unable to wait any longer, got up to go towards the bathroom.&nbsp; Instantly Mary's guilt and shame kicked in, along with fear, and she jerked back into her own seat.&nbsp; Mya's hand slid from inside Mary's fleece and she zipped it up, then tried to look bored and collected.&nbsp; No one could see them really, could see what was going on, but Mary felt like everyone in the theater knew, would know, if the man saw.&nbsp; She didn't even dare look at Mya after the man passed by, oblivious to the tender, awkward touching that had been going on.<br><br>When the movie was over, Mary grabbed her purse and rabbited out of the theater. The car was waiting of course, right by the front curb and blithely ignoring the red Fire Zone paint.&nbsp; The driver barely had time to open the door before Mary ducked inside.&nbsp; He continued to hold it for Mya.&nbsp; <strong>"Must have been a pretty scary movie,"</strong> he joked with the black girl before shutting the door once she entered.<br><br>During the trip back, Mary sat on her side of the seat and looked out the passenger window.&nbsp; When they got back to Porter's, she stepped out without waiting on the driver and went just inside the door to the dormitory.&nbsp; It wasn't until they were walking down the hallway, almost to their room, that Mary stopped.&nbsp; She turned to look at Mya, doubt and worry all over her pretty face.&nbsp; <strong>"Mya,"</strong> she began, then looked up and down the hall to see they were alone.&nbsp; <strong>"I got scared.&nbsp; I still am,"</strong> she confessed.&nbsp; <strong>"But...I still want to, if it's okay?&nbsp; I mean, this is so...&nbsp; You're...&nbsp; Is it bad?&nbsp; Are we bad?</strong>&nbsp; Mary shook her head and rubbed a hand through her hair.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>29-11-2012, 22:52:28</strong>
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				It was easy to understand how the other girl felt, she was surprised at first at the sudden jerking away. Perhaps she had pushed to far? I mean she barely -knew- this girl and here she was trying to coax someone who had obviously intimacy issues into letting herself be -groped- in a public place. The ending of the movie could have been utterly terrifying, she didn't know because she didn't pay attention. The ride back to the school was quiet, as was to be expected after what happened. She had a lot in common with this girl for different reasons. She plenty of attention from her parents and siblings growing up, but at a rather young age she discovered her own homosexuality. Which made dating and intimate affection all but impossible.<br><br>She had walked just behind and to the side of Mary as they ventured down the long, wood paneled and floored hallway stopping suddenly as well as the other woman did. Her dark eyes sought out the lighter eyes of her roommate settling on them as the other woman spoke. She pulled in her own long breath before she stepped past and opened the door to their shared room, motioning the other girl inside, for some semblance of privacy. Closing the door behind them both she faces Mary once again.<br><br><strong>"It's my secret. I'm attracted to women... A 'lesbian' that's the proper term or so I am told."</strong> She begins, her shoulders shrug as she continues to speak. <strong>"Your beautiful, and strong... So strong. When I am with you... I feel like you'll protect me, won't let anyone hurt me or make fun of me... And if feels wonderful."</strong> She pauses waving a single hand. <strong>"I know we've only known each other for what a couple of hours? And maybe I went to fast in... touching you. But I wanted to... It felt -so- good."</strong><br><br>She pauses once again, looking down towards the floor, and then back up into the lighter eyes of her roommate. <strong>"I don't think we are bad. I don't think what we did is bad at all... Heck I want you to be my -girlfriend- but... You know, I... well... I don't know if you'd even want or like something like that."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-11-2012, 03:10:09</strong>
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				Mary's arms were crossed over her chest, a transparently obvious defensive response to the confusion in her head that was at odds with the feelings in her body.&nbsp; <br><br>In her heart.<br><br><strong>"You didn't mean it,"</strong> Mary said.&nbsp; <strong>"I mean, the first time.&nbsp; It was an accident, just a fear jump thing because of that stupid movie."</strong>&nbsp; Mya had definitely meant it the second time though, in actions and in words.&nbsp; Mary could still feel the other girl's hand on her breast even though it had been almost a quarter of an hour since it had been hurriedly removed.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm the one that rushed it, if anyone.&nbsp; I don't know why," </strong>she said and bit at her lip.&nbsp; It was a familiar nervous habit and one she'd tried hard to break.&nbsp; When it was a really stressful time, like after Daddy had relocated her yet again, her lip tended to look like someone had savaged it.&nbsp; <br><br>Girlfriend.&nbsp; That word made her heart flip-flop when Mya said it.&nbsp; Mya was so open, so confident about how she felt and she was worried she'd done something wrong?&nbsp; At least Mya knew her heart, knew what she was feeling and why and had decided what to do about it.&nbsp; Mary's arms dropped down and she sat on the edge of her bed, palms flat on the covers.&nbsp; <strong>"I don't know, Mya.&nbsp; This is so new to me.&nbsp; So...different.&nbsp; I mean, I've sort of dated boys.&nbsp; Kissed them,"</strong> she admitted.&nbsp; <strong>"But not, you know,"</strong> her skin flushed a little bit and she looked away.&nbsp; Was talking to a lesbian, to Mya, about boys going to make her mad?&nbsp; <strong>"They, um, you touched different."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>01-12-2012, 18:45:45</strong>
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				<strong>"Sometimes, Mary, we just have to take what we want, we have to be honest with ourselves."</strong> That was the first thine she said after a long moment of silence of ponderous silence.<br><br>She steps forward, both of her hands reaching down to gather up the hands of her new roommate. The pale hands held in hands of a deep brown. Her fingers were slender and long, the skin on the top of her fingers smooth and dark like rich, expensive chocolate. On the bottom of her hands, the skin was lighter almost broaching on a caramel coloration. And calloused, a lifelong musician, the small ridges of 'harder' skin in place of exactly where the strings from her instrument would rest. Her hands, like the hands of many told her story to anyone who could feel them.<br><br>The gathered up hands are brought upwards as she comes to a halt directly in front of the other girl. Her legs pressed against the bent legs of the girl sitting on the bed. One thumb caressing the tips of Mary's knuckles.<br><br><strong>"I don't want to push you, or rush you into anything. I just... wanted to say thank you. Even if we got off to a bad start you... Have treated me like a human being, that's more than can be said for almost everyone around here, including the -staff-. And I just... You were open to my advances. I can still feel the softness of your breast in my hand. So I thought... maybe... we could be more? We could be... a couple?</strong>" She pauses for a moment, her dark, full lips pursing in thought. <strong>"But I want you to want it too."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:38:10</strong>
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				There were tears in Mary's eyes, but they weren't of exasperation or sadness.&nbsp; If pressed, she couldn't have quite explained why, except maybe it was because Mya...<br><br>Mya really cared.&nbsp; Cared about Mary was a person, and not an annoyance from a dalliance in the past, or a job, or someone to use.&nbsp; Mya had even stood up to her, then been willing to compromise when Mary apologized.&nbsp; She had an enormous heart, as big as those beautiful brown eyes set in the face worthy of a classic Benin bronze. <strong> "I don't know, Mya,"</strong> she said in a voice very small, <strong>"but, I think so.&nbsp; Oh, this is so fast," </strong>she added and squeezed Mya's hands.&nbsp; She stood, using Mya's hands for support, and let go in order to wrap her arms around the black girl's lean hips.<br><br><strong>"Mya?&nbsp; Will you, can we...&nbsp; Can we sleep in the same bed tonight?&nbsp; And just, can you hug me and let me know you're there?&nbsp; I really, really would like that,"</strong> she said and raised her head to look in Mya's eyes.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:49:03</strong>
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				She was silent, listening to what Mary said, her head nods after several seconds. Perhaps it was to fast, but she still felt the -drive- to do what she did next. Leaning forward ever so sightly she allows her dark lips to brush against the lips of the girl she stood with. The kiss, if it even was a kiss was painfully brief. Arms wrap around Mary in turn, squeezing the absolutely beautiful woman to her tightly.<br><br><strong>"I'd love to share a bed with you Mary, even if we just hold each other, all evening long."</strong> Her full lips pull into a lopsided, and genuine smile. <strong>"If this keeps up we might have to get rid of the two twin beds and get a queen sized."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 22:27:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mya's kiss was brief, but it was powerful.&nbsp; Mary found herself just starting to open her lips beneath Mya's when Mya withdrew.&nbsp; That was a very interesting discovery, that she wanted to kiss, and be kissed, by a girl.&nbsp; Every time she'd kissed a boy, it had been the boy who'd opened his mouth and then used his tongue to open hers.&nbsp; Mary had never been the one to initiate a more intimate kiss, but her body knew what it wanted with Mya even if Mary herself did not fully grasp it.<br><strong><br>"I can order us one,"</strong> she said, then realized Mya was joking, using humor to take some of the tension out of the situation.&nbsp; She laughed, a little quiet and short, but it was a laugh.&nbsp; <strong>"I can't imagine what anyone who saw it would say." </strong> <br><br>Mary let go of Mya and stepped around her, but her head and body kept turning back, making sure Mya was still there.&nbsp; <strong>"I'm going to go get ready for bed.&nbsp; Be right back."</strong>&nbsp; When she came back, smelling of toothpaste and facial wash, Mary was wearing a pretty butterfly printed chemise that looked like and probably was silk.&nbsp; She'd left her hair down, but had brushed it until it shone.&nbsp; It also looked like she might have been crying, her eyes were red, but there was a smile on her face even if it was a trifle wan.&nbsp; <strong>"Your turn.&nbsp; I'll..." </strong> she gestured towards her bed.&nbsp; <br><br>(http://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/products/mx/NMI0AG6_mx.jpg)<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EbonyQueen</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 19:48:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Full lips pull into a smile as she steps away as well. They were lucky that they had a room that had a private bathroom the pair could share. The sound of water running for several moments echos from within the half-closed door. Several long moments later Mya emerges from within as well. She wore a single long tee-shirt with the words 'Chocolate Milk' emblazonment across the front. Bared legs and feet poke out from the knee-length tee-shirt it appeared to be the only thing she was wearing.<br><br>Stepping towards Mary she extends her arms once again, pulling the other girl into an embrace before the pair even got -into- the waiting bed.<strong> "Hey... are you alright?"</strong> She asks, having noticed the red, puffy nature of her new-found friend's reddened eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Miss Porter's School</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 12:27:35</strong>
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				Mary nodded, lips pressed together tightly in a transparent display of tension.&nbsp; A little bit stiffer than before in Mya's arms, Mary waited until the other girl relaxed her grip and then turned inside of it.&nbsp; Mya's arms floated down and across her shoulders and ended up resting on Mary's hips.&nbsp; The pale girl bent slightly at the waist and turned the covers down, pushing them towards the wall side so the majority of the bed would be bare for them to slip into before being folded back.&nbsp; Still without talking, Mary raised her left leg up and put the knee on the bed.&nbsp; The chemise pulled tight across her backside, silk whispering on skin and making the colors dance, then she scooted onto the bed and back towards the wall.&nbsp; More of the chemise was pushed up, showing a brief glimpse of yellow panties before vanishing under a smoothing hand.<br><br>The tension in her lips tightened, an Mya could clearly see that Mary was trembling.&nbsp; Still, she watched Mya standing beside the bed, then slowly held out a hand to invite the black girl to join her on the narrow mattress.
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