Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?
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				Title: <strong>Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 23:47:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Surval-logo.png)</div><br><br>At any other school, with any other student, it would have been impossible.<br><br>At Surval Montreux, with this student, it should have been impossible.<br><br>Surval Montreux is a small international boarding school for girls between the ages of 13 and 18.&nbsp; Set in a stunning location in the slopes above Montreux, it looks out across the Lake Geneva to the mountains beyond.&nbsp; Only the elite can afford to send their children there, and only the brightest among those made it into the Advanced Topics in Biomedicine &amp; Senior Thesis.&nbsp; Guided by the fearsome intellect of Dr. James Forstner, M.D. and Ph.D., the girls carry out studies in genetics, embryology, stem cells and other biological topics.&nbsp; It was nothing ground breaking, nothing worth publishing, but the girls worked with equipment that would not look out of place at MIT and worked several years beyond their grade levels.&nbsp; He pushed the girls hard, made their brains really sweat, and refused to take anything less than their best efforts.<br><br>Unfortunately, brilliance and tact seldom go hand in hand.&nbsp; To put it mildly, Dr. Forstner was an asshole.&nbsp; The girls hated him, feared him and frequently cried because of his demeanor and remarks.&nbsp; Firing him would be a loss of prestige, as well as publicly admitting a mistake, so Surval Montreux had hired Livia Gerstner, Miss G to the students, to act as an intermediary between the scientist's flaying intellect and the still tender hearts of the students.<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Suvalscience.jpg)</div>Miss G was young, only in her early twenties, and was a real sweetheart.&nbsp; She was the big sister to the girls and had an almost free rein to do with them what was necessary to keep them, and their parents and thus the money of Surval Montreux, humming merrily along.&nbsp; With the younger girls, it was midnight raids on the kitchen and help with coping with the mystery of their periods and the dizzy excitement of social outings and patching together hurt feelings when friends fell out.&nbsp; With the older girls, especially the ones in Forstner's class, it took the form of shopping excursions, serious and often brutally frank heart to heart talks, and playing the confidant.&nbsp; Miss G was very good at it and loved her role.&nbsp; She loved it as much as she despised Forstner and what he did to the girls.&nbsp; They often went at each other in private, and her utter disregard for his threats to have her fired goaded him like a picador's barb on a bull.<br><br>It was from one such confrontation that she emerged into the hallway outside his office and deliberately shut the door without the slightest hint of a slam.&nbsp; That was no easy feat considering how her hands were trembling in anger.&nbsp; "Prick," she muttered then put her hand on her mouth and looked up and down the hallway.&nbsp; No student was there and Livia relaxed.&nbsp; She didn't like to curse around them, though sometimes it slipped out and even more rarely she did it on purpose to get a girl's attention or reaction.<br><br>Forstner had been angry because none of the girls were volunteering to be research subjects for a gene therapy trial he was conducting.&nbsp; Livia hadn't understood half of half of it, and had only caught that it involved a certain species of parthogenetic lizard whatever that was.&nbsp; Forstner claimed that the trial wouldn't harm the girls at all, and in fact the incorporation of one tiny fraction of a lizard gene would act to turn on a human gene that would help improve the subject's memory.&nbsp; If he'd been nicer, had developed relationships with the girls, they'd have queued 10 deep to volunteer to test it.&nbsp; Despite his entreaties and threats, not a single student had stepped forward to even begin the process of obtaining parental approval.<br><br>Forstner blamed Livia.&nbsp; She constantly undermined him, poisoned the girls against him, held their hands and let them be emotional instead of the analytical scientists he wanted them to be.&nbsp; In fact, all of his problems with getting published were Livia's fault.&nbsp; He'd never said it, but Livia suspected he also blamed his rapidly advancing baldness on her.&nbsp; It would be just like him.&nbsp; For such a brilliant scientist, he was stubbornly blind to how illogical his rages against her were.<br><br>Livia checked her planner.&nbsp; She had to go by and check on little Milly Dunst, currently laid up by a field hockey injury and so terribly homesick it was pitiful.&nbsp; Livia hurried away, already planning on what she'd do to cheer the student up.<br><br><hr><br>Did he dare do it?&nbsp; Forstner stared at the small vial he'd extracted from the micro-centrifuge.&nbsp; Floating there near the bottom was a hair thin line of pale blue suspended in milky white.&nbsp; He'd photobleached the portions of lizard DNA he didn't need and tagged the remainder with a brilliant if otherwise useless blue dye.&nbsp; It was such a tiny thing, an insignificant change in a person's DNA.&nbsp; And really he wasn't altering it, not like slicing and dicing, but was merely turning on a long-deactivated switch to allow a gene to synthesize a protein.&nbsp; Pity it only worked in women, well in theory.&nbsp; He'd been unable to test it because of her.&nbsp; Because of that...bitch!<br><br>Yes.&nbsp; He dared.&nbsp; Forstner carefully extracted the blue layer from the suspension and dripped it onto a partially unwrapped stick of gum.&nbsp; The minty taste would help disguise any off flavor and the tongue, that wonderfully absorbing, blood-rich organ would take the DNA and its carrier into the blood stream for transport to the target cells.&nbsp; He'd give the gum to the target and they'd be none the wiser.<br><br>Ready for tomorrow, Forstner left the package on his desk and went home for the evening.<br><br><hr><br>Snails!&nbsp; She'd left her scarf and gloves in Forstner's office.&nbsp; They were brand new, a gift from one of the girl's parents, and so soft.&nbsp; Livia didn't know what animal had died to make the gloves, but they fit like a second skin and she could even pick up coins in them.&nbsp; It'd be just like Forstner to throw them out.&nbsp; Livia hurried back to his office and got the janitor to let her in. <br><br>There they were.&nbsp; Safe and sound.&nbsp; Livia sighed in relief and picked them up then saw the package of gum.&nbsp; Why not?&nbsp; She grinned and put a piece in her mouth, then took the rest of the package as well, using her thumb to smooth the wrapper of the next piece which had come partially undone.&nbsp; There, all back in place.&nbsp; Livia let herself out and went to check on her special project of the moment.&nbsp; The girl was absolutely brilliant, her parents so rich that the concept of money had ceased to mean anything, and she was so, so messed up by it all.&nbsp; Livia really felt for her and had been spending a lot of time with her lately.&nbsp; She was a little weird too, if sweet all the same, and Livia sometimes found her staring in a way that made Livia feel a little funny.&nbsp; Funny like, well, just odd.<br><br>Outside of her suite, nothing so paltry as a dorm here, Livia rapped on the door.&nbsp; "It's Miss G!" she called out.&nbsp; "Let me in and I'll give you a stick of gum," she teased.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 03:28:46</strong>
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				Nathalie Philomena Elsbeth Morgan sat at her desk. Sporting a large frown she was hunched over a textbook, a pencil in her mouth, "Cmmm 'nn" she called, then took the pencil out and started again, "Come in. Sorry." Southern English accent, daughter of a very prominent banking family she wasn't ever likely to need the expensive and extensive education she was receiving, a fact she was very well aware of. Yet she was the sort to throw herself bodily into it anyway.<br><br>She was around five foot two inches tall, and unlikely to ever reach much more than that, with the sort of rake thin body that seemed to indicate a lack of interest in eating much of anything. She wore round half rimmed thin framed spectacles that framed her face, short dark brown hair and dark blue eyes that had all kinds of flecks of colour in them, lots of grey, especially round the iris. When she was in her room the school blouse tended to stay on where the skirt would find its way to the floor and stay there. She was sat now in her office chair her thin legs on display showing off dark purple boy shorts as she turned around to offer her visitor a hand in greeting.<br><br>"Hey, ah, sorry about the mess?" There was a school policy that the girls were to keep their rooms clean. Nat had a mess habit and wasn't about to give it up. She seemed to actually be sort of fond of it in a way. It was the sort of organized mess where Nat was aware where everything was and it was all close at hand for purpose when and where she would be likely to require it. Plus she had a lot of strange stuff and with the size of the small room she had, little space to put it all. Most importantly however her family were very rich and so she was afforded certain blind eyes sometimes because of it. "What brings you to the international house of insanity?"
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 22:34:40</strong>
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				"No you're not," Livia said and looked right at Nat as she spoke.&nbsp; "No more than you're sorry about what you said to Forstner last week.&nbsp; It's okay that you think he looks like a frog, Nat.&nbsp; It's not okay that you ask him if he spits the wings out whenever he catches a fly."&nbsp; Livia smiled even as she delivered the admonition.&nbsp; "Even if he does look like one.&nbsp; Speaking of which," she held out the package of gum towards Nat.&nbsp; "This might have accidentally ended up in my purse from his desk when I picked up my things.&nbsp; Piece of purloined gum?&nbsp; It's minty."&nbsp; She handed it over and then looked for a place to set her things.&nbsp; Eventually Livia just sat them on the floor and sat down in a sort of director's looking chair facing Nat's desk.&nbsp; She crossed her legs at the knee and smoothed her skirt down over them.&nbsp; Today she was wearing a smart grey wool skirt with black tights, brown up the calf boots, and a maroon turtleneck with a slim gold necklace around her neck.&nbsp; She'd pulled her hair up and back today.<br><br>Livia was blonde, rangy tall, and in her early twenties.&nbsp; She had a pretty enough face but her best feature was her hair.&nbsp; It should have been given to a model, and in fact she'd once been approached to be a hair model, whatever that meant.&nbsp; It shone with health, hung down to below her shoulder blades when not up, had natural volume, and whatever style she put it in just seemed to work.&nbsp; Pity it didn't match her rather mediocre brown eyes.&nbsp; Genetics dealt funny things sometimes.&nbsp; Livia had always been struck by Nat's eyes, and had actually pulled up her picture in the student directory and zoomed in on the picture to see just what all colors were there.&nbsp; That felt wrong somehow, but she did it anyway.<br><br>"Last time I was here, we talked about getting out more and seeing if your social skills were on par with your academic ones.&nbsp; I know you probably think it's horrible and just a tool your dad uses to get what he wants, but it's important to make and keep relationships with people, Nat.&nbsp; Even if you don't want to.&nbsp; Facebook and all that other stuff is not a substitute.&nbsp; We're going to go out, you and I, and invite two of your classmates to join us.&nbsp; I just need to know who you wanted to ask."<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 22:57:48</strong>
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				"Don't do facebook." Nat stated flatly, "Its pointless. Just people pretending to like each other and companies asking you to pretend to like them and idiocy." She caught herself griping, took a stick of gum, placed it on her desk for now and seemed to catch up on what had just been said, somewhat belatedly, "Wait, someone said something about going out. Why would I be doing this and where would I be being dragged out to?" She had that shrewd look about her all of a sudden, the one that said, 'I suspect very strongly that whatever next pops out of your mouth is going to appear to me to be a quite fearsomely nasty snakey thing that I dislike on principle.'.
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 01:56:44</strong>
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				"People pretending to like each other is part of the social contract," Livia pointed out.&nbsp; "I know you've read Hobbes.&nbsp; And Locke too," she added.&nbsp; "Sometimes the best moral choice is to fake liking someone and compromising the virtue of truth in favor of not violating the prohibition against murder."&nbsp; It could have come off pedantic, but Livia made it light and funny.&nbsp; "You can still murder them in your mind if you like."<br><br>"We are going out," Livia stated firmly.&nbsp; "And you're going to invite two chums to come along.&nbsp; Ah," she waved a finger.&nbsp; "Don't lawyer on this, Miss Clever.&nbsp; Your invitations must be phrased to sound sincere and welcoming, not designed to run them off.&nbsp; If they refuse despite your best efforts to behave, that's acceptable but you cannot rig the game.&nbsp; Now, who did you have in mind to invite?"
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 03:00:53</strong>
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				"You and my imaginary friend Wilhelmina. She says yes." Nat stated with her eyes narrowed, "Only you are not going to accept that and force me to choose other people. What are we doing again? Because who I would want to invite would be dependant on what this activity is going to be. Or at least it would be if the only two people at this school besides you who don't hate me weren't Julie and Chrissy." Nat nodded, "Which is fair, in a way as though I don't hate everyone, most people I do feel quite intense dislike for. Now you are about to berate me for saying that, only people shouldn't be so bloody fake, its their own fault."
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 03:57:46</strong>
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				"Only you would name her that," Livia replied with an amused tone.&nbsp; "Honestly, Nat, I never know when you're having me on or being serious.&nbsp; Or if the two are somehow even possible to separate in your mind.&nbsp; It's like the entire world is a joke that only you can understand, and you don't think it's very funny."&nbsp; <br><br>"I shan't berate you so long as you make an honest effort to invite them.&nbsp; And I trust you to do so and won't look over your shoulder or pry into exactly how you did it.&nbsp; Do you remember the conversation we had once where I said I might not tell you something, but I wouldn't lie to you?"&nbsp; Livia waited until she was sure she had Nat's entire attention.&nbsp; "Unless you show me otherwise, I'm going to assume the same courtesy from you, Nathalie Philomena Elsbeth Morgan."&nbsp; Nat hated her full name, Livia knew.&nbsp; By using it, Livia hoped to make it sound more formal, maybe even more binding though it was very clear that if Nat decided a rule wasn't worth following, she'd gleefully skirt it at every opportunity.<br><br>Livia stood up and walked closer to Nat.&nbsp; "Now, give me a hug and not some distant handshake and I'll leave you to it while I go arrange for transportation."
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 04:23:39</strong>
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				Nat scowled deeply at the use of her full name. That was uncalled for. Her name was like Nat Kryptonite. She didn't like her family very much, elitist snobby and more than a little evil for the most part she was glad to be so far away from the bulk of them by being at the school. She had chosen it carefully for that precise reason.<br><br>"I am always serious about being silly. And there is no point being grown up unless you can be childish sometimes." Nat pointed out, "And I am not finished with the all growing up bit."<br><br>Standing Nat pretended to submit to the hug, but it was clear from the intensity of it that she actually was more than happy for it, even a little hungry. Her family were often cold and unloving and having someone she actually liked who was prepared to show some kind of physical affection for her had been somewhat of a revelation when it had first occurred. Not a single thought even considered entering Nat's head about how appropriate such things were.<br><br>Stepping back and nodded, "Okay, I will go invite people. I should know what I am inviting them to do though shouldn't I?"
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 16:26:54</strong>
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				<em>"I am always serious about being silly. And there is no point being grown up unless you can be childish sometimes." Nat pointed out, "And I am not finished with the all growing up bit."</em><br><br>"Someone's been reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland again," Livia said and chuckled, voice sounding surprisingly rich.&nbsp; "Honestly, Nat, I never know what I'm going to get from you, but it's all, well...&nbsp; wonderful."&nbsp; Livia smiled broadly then tucked a piece of hair back out of her eyes.&nbsp; "Even in your artifice, your hiding from the real world, you're a joy to be around.&nbsp; You're also a monumental pain in my ass," she added and the smile became a slightly exasperated grin.&nbsp; "Which I suspect you do on purpose."<br><br>"I thought we'd go for a brisk walk along the lake, just to get our blood up and brighten our cheeks, then nip into La Rouvenaz," a cafe and bed and breakfast, "for some hot chocolate and croissants, or maybe some soup and rich, crusty bread if we feel like it.&nbsp; We'll have to fight off legions of boys of course who will desire to kidnap each one of you for their trophy case, but I suspect you'll be up to the task.&nbsp; Then the cinema."&nbsp; Livia stepped to the door.&nbsp; "Tell them to dress warm and in layers," she added, sounding like a mom then left.
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 17:15:57</strong>
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				Nat watched Miss M leave for a few moments, then gave a huge sigh. She wasn't about to be dissuaded from this path. The two girls she could invite, the list of girls who liked her at the school not being huge of course, were liable to say yes immediately. Damn them. Still, fresh air and croissants didn't sound so very bad.<br><br>Natalie set about dressing, they didn't have to wear school uniform off campus after sixteen which was nice, still, what to wear? She didn't have time to dither which was somewhat of a shame as it was a process that was somewhat soothing on occasion. Settling on a knee length black pleated skirt with thigh length stripy black and purple leggings, big heavy army boots, a frilly/lacy dark red blouse under a James Dean style leather jacket and a black woolly hat with kitty ears and eyes Nat then set about calling Julie and Chrissy and informing them of the plan. She found the gum halfway through the second call and popped it in her mouth, chewing ruminantly as she arranged her enforced social event.<br><br>Nat arrived to meet Miss M first, still chewing on the gum which, when Julie showed up she rid herself of by wrapping it up neatly in the paper it had come in, saved for this purpose, and stowing it safely in a pocket of the jacket for later disposal. The two chatted while waiting for Miss M and Chrissy. Chrissy was almost always late. It was her lot in life it seemed to be behind schedule. It wasn't so much deliberate on her part as just an accidental way of life. No matter how well she would plan or what precautions she would take she never seemed to manage to be anywhere on time.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 23:25:05</strong>
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				The outing had been fun, or as much fun as possible with Nat still not entirely on board with the idea.&nbsp; It wasn't something she'd ever have done on her own, and Livia appreciated the concession the younger girl had made.&nbsp; The cinema wasn't showing anything that they could agree on, so the quartet had decided to take in a bit of culture instead.&nbsp; Livia led them to the Musée Suisse du Jeu, the Swiss Museum of Games, which showcased a broad array of human diversions from the last 5,000 years.&nbsp; She thought Nat would like it, and hung back with her as Julie and Chrissy went on ahead.<br><br>"There's an outdoor games trail," Livia said and pointed behind a glassed-in mah-jong from China's early history.&nbsp; "I bet I can take you at Hop Scotch but we're so not playing marbles.&nbsp; This skirt wasn't made for it," she laughed.&nbsp; "Or we can stay in here where it's warm.&nbsp; There's supposed to be a slot machine and other casino type games exhibit somewhere up ahead.&nbsp; What do you fancy, Nat?"<br><br>(http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/59293132.jpg)
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 23:52:25</strong>
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				Nat had started to feel a little hot while they had been walking around, she had her jacket held over her shoulder, yet her cheeks were still feeling really hot and she was looking quite flushed, "I don't mind." She said brightly, "Casino stuff I am not fond of though. Anything where gambling is involved isn't ideal. I like games that emphasize co-operation rather than just trying to beat on or take from each other." She frowned a little, "Sorry, I really did want to come here and it is really interesting. I really liked most of it."<br><br>Which was true, Nat had spent a good deal of time reading the displays and playing various display games with the others, including a quick game of norse chess with Livia. Her head was feeling a little light though, which she was fighting against, she hated feeling ill or weak and wasn't about to give in to it or show any kind of weakness if she could help it. "What do you want to see since we are here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 01:28:38</strong>
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				"Let's play Hop Scotch," Livia suggested.&nbsp; "I haven't played it since I was little.&nbsp; We used to draw the boxes with sidewalk chalk, then spend more time decorating the boxes with flowers and ponies and castles than we ever did hopping.&nbsp; I'd come in looking like I'd gone to the Subcontinent to celebrate <em>Holi</em>.&nbsp; Mother would make me wash with the hose before coming into the house," she said then laughed at the memory.&nbsp; "Come on," she urged then took Nat's hand.&nbsp; <br><br>The path wound around and around, going past other games like Cat and Mouse, The Farmer and the Wolf and others until the reached the Hop Scotch squares.&nbsp; Livia picked up one of the flat stones and tossed it into the squares.&nbsp; It skittered onto the 7.&nbsp; "Crumbs," she said.&nbsp; "I always fall.&nbsp; Nat, go over there and be ready to catch me," she asked and pulled her skirt up a little bit to get some play in her thighs for the straddle hops.<br><br>Sure enough, when she tried to pick up the stone, Liv overbalanced and her arms windmilled wildly.&nbsp; "Nat!" she said and began to topple.
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 01:42:32</strong>
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				Nat moved, and tried to catch Livia, only her limbs didn't seem to want to comply which, coupled with her feeling light headed and floaty meant that she tripped on the way and landed under where her teacher was going to land any moment. She just had time to roll over, stare wide eyed at the rapidly approaching body and reach up a little to try to help arrest the fall.<br><br>"Ummmmph!" A beat then, "Ow." Nats head had hit the rubberised playground and her nose felt a little 'off'. She was quite certain that both were going to be slightly painful in a moment or two, possibly along with a number of other parts, arms and belly for a start. "Ow." She stated again for emphasis. "Sorry. I did that rather badly."
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 01:48:35</strong>
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				"Oh my gosh!&nbsp; Nat!"&nbsp; Livia quickly rolled off and got onto her knees beside the girl.&nbsp; "Are you okay?&nbsp; Don't move," she warned and ran frantic hands over Nat's body, starting at the neck and working her way down, ending at each foot and leg.&nbsp; They spidered back up then rested on the mat on either side of Nat's head and Livia leaned over, face close to the brunette's.&nbsp; "I am so sorry," she said.&nbsp; "Does it hurt much?&nbsp; I don't think anything is broken," Livia said and brushed at her hair which had swung forward and threatened to tickle Nat's face.&nbsp; "I'm sorry," she repeated, sounding stricken.<br><br><hr><br>"Where is it?"&nbsp; Most of the papers on the desk were now on the floor, along with the cherry wood organizer and Newton's cradle, hopelessly tangled.&nbsp; Forstner pulled out his middle desk drawer and dumped it upside down on his desk.&nbsp; Frantic fingers picked through it but didn't find anything they sought.&nbsp; "Dammit!"&nbsp; He shoved the drawer to the ground and left his office, leaving the door swinging open as he all but ran down the hall towards the campus security office.
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				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 02:19:19</strong>
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				Nat smiled slightly lopsidedly, "I am okay?" She didn't sound convinced. Her nose and head had started to throb, which was joined by a chorus from her ribs and belly, but it was all a little, well dull compared to how close and cute and interesting and... What was she thinking? No. Nat clamped down hard on those thoughts, or at least tried to, the ticking hair was apt to bring her right back into them again. She really did feel wobbly and this whole hot for teacher thing, which had seemingly come out of left field, wasn't helping. "Just... Going to be sore for a few days is all. Nothing that I wouldn't have happen on the hockey field." Nat assured her. She found herself smiling despite herself, her skin felt hot and she was having trouble breathing properly. Her chest felt all funny, besides the bruising that is.
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				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 02:29:19</strong>
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				"Are you sure?"&nbsp; Livia didn't realize it, but she'd drawn her lower lip in and was biting on it, a symptom of her anxiety.&nbsp; She felt Nat's neck again, then frowned and put the back of her hand on Nat's forehead.&nbsp; Livia's eyes narrowed but she didn't say anything.&nbsp; Careful not to fall on Nat, she got to her feet and reached down with both hands to pull Nat up.&nbsp; Oddly she didn't let go, and draped her right arm around Nat's waist and held on to her fairly tightly, as if she was worried Nat would fall.<br><br>"Let's get some snow on that nose," she said and went over to the shady side of the path where some hadn't been cleared away.&nbsp; She sat Nat down on the retaining wall and scooped some snow up into her hand.&nbsp; "Don't jerk," she warned and held it to the bridge of Nat's nose. Livia's other hand went and rested on Nat's tummy, as if to hold her in place.<br><br>Livia's skirt was rumpled, and her left tight showed a laddering that threatened to become a full rip.<br><br><hr><br>"That little bitch!"&nbsp; Forstner was back in his office and was looking at a DVD copy of the security camera footage from the hallway.&nbsp; It had cost him a favor and a small bit of money to the guard on duty, but it was worth it.&nbsp; There, captured in frozen stills, was proof Livia had taken the gum.&nbsp; Forstner watched carefully, then zoomed in and nodded.&nbsp; "She didn't get the doped piece.&nbsp; There's still a chance," he said and got out his cell phone to call Livia's.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 02:38:43</strong>
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				Nat was helped up and helped around and treated to a very cold face-pack and all unresisting. Being held around the waist was actually quite nice, very nice. Maybe a little too nice. "I am fine." She lied, she had been feeling more and more light-headed and wobbly since being helped up, "Just need to sit down for a little while I think. Is my nose swollen? It feels a little funny. Besides the snow." She frowned deeply, she was talking too much, she was just saying things instead of keeping them to herself, she didn't like it. It was likely something to do with how strange she was feeling. She started to take off her jacket, despite the winter weather, it really was quite warm out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 02:48:07</strong>
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				Livia's phone began to make her purse vibrate, but she ignored it.<br><br>"I think it will be okay," she said and removed her hand.&nbsp; It was quite cold, numb actually, and her fingers were a bright red shade from the ice.&nbsp; "Tell me if this hurts," Livia commanded and then gently put both her fingers on either side of Nat's nose and moved them ever so slightly back and forth.&nbsp; Nat's skin was hot against her fingers and she looked flushed and feverish.&nbsp; What was wrong?&nbsp; The fall couldn't have caused that, could it?<br><br>"Nat, do you feel... Never mind," she said and took her phone out.&nbsp; Forstner, Missed Call.&nbsp; Irritably she swiped it away and called the school's livery service and asked them to pick her and the girls up early from the museum.&nbsp; "Come on, let's get to the front and find Julie and Chrissy.<br><br><hr><br>"Forstner here.&nbsp; Has Ms. Gerstner checked out?&nbsp; She has?&nbsp; Where?&nbsp; No, no.&nbsp; Just ring me when the car's on the way back."&nbsp; He thumbed his cell to disconnect the call and thought hard.&nbsp; After a few minutes, Forstner stood up and went from his office towards his laboratory.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 02:56:20</strong>
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				Nat blinked, did Miss G know what she was feeling? Was that possible? Had she given herself away? Oh crap. Oh crap. Oh crap. She was going to ruin things with the only teacher at the school she actually really liked! This wasn't good. "Feel what?" She asked carefully, a little slowly, "What do I feel now? Because I don't feel anything. I am fine and normal and have no feelings. At all. Ever." She was talking too much again, and stumbling a little. Focus Nat! Locomotion, one foot then the other. And stop thinking about that arm around your waist. And about the weight of Miss M on top of you. Cut that shit out. Just get through this and you could get back to your room and do what you like.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 03:12:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I think you have a fever," Livia said and tightened her arm's grip around Nat's waist.&nbsp; "You're hot all over.&nbsp; That's good actually, because I don't think the fall hurt you," she said, trying to sound cheerful.&nbsp; "Just take it slow and I'll get you back to your room, or maybe the clinic, and get you settled down and feeling better.&nbsp; It's okay, Nat," she said and turned her head to look at the girl.&nbsp; "I'll take care of you.&nbsp; I promise."<br><br>She sat Nat down on the bench in front of the museum and unbuttoned Nat's coat a bit, then spread it open.&nbsp; "You're too hot.&nbsp; If you start to shake, I'll cover you back up but right now this cold weather's a blessing."&nbsp; When Julie and Chrissy arrived, Miss G waved them over.&nbsp; "Nat's not feeling well and I want to get her back to school.&nbsp; I'm sorry, but we're going to have to cut this short.&nbsp; Stay with here while I look for the car," she ordered, and installed a girl on either side of Nat.&nbsp; Livia strode towards the street in front and peered up and down the street.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 03:20:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat was leaning on Julie only a few moments after she had sat down, "Sick, can't stop me." She stated, not that Julie seemed all that inclined, or even slightly inclined, to protest. The three waited with Julie and Chrissy making small talk while Nat sat and felt spinny and wobbly and wonky and tried to stop herself from joining in the conversation and rambling, which she felt quite sure she would do if she let herself start into things. She couldn't remember feeling quite this strange, it really was odd, it wasn't just ill, she was also feeling unaccountably horny and was all too aware of the contact of her head on Julie's shoulder. She had always suspected that she might be a little various when it came to her sexuality, well, more than suspected if she was honest with herself, but these people were her friends and off limits right? A sudden wave of nausea washed over her and Nat staggered to her feet and over to a bush, all skeletal branches. She proceeded to empty the contents of her belly into it flower bed the bush rested in while Julie, who had rushed to help, rubbed her back.<br><br>By the time Miss G came back the three were back on the bench.<br><br>"Nat threw up." Julie stated flatly in her northern English accent. Nat winced.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 03:31:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh my gosh," Livia said.&nbsp; "Poor girl.&nbsp; Does anyone have any gum she can chew?"&nbsp; Livia picked up some snow and crushed it in her hand, then let the water dribble onto the end of her scarf.&nbsp; It was a shame, a sin almost to do it, but Nat needed it more than Livia wanted to keep it pretty.&nbsp; She crouched in front of Nat and put one hand on Nat's thigh for balance.&nbsp; With her other hand, Livia used the damp end of the scarf to dab at Nat's lips and surrounding skin, making sure it was clean from any nasty residue.<br><br>"You'll feel better soon, honey," she promised in a soothing voice.&nbsp; "I'll get those hot clothes off you and in a nice night shirt and I'll have you in bed before you know it."&nbsp; Livia squeezed Nat's thigh and rose just as the car service pulled up.&nbsp; Soon they were heading back to campus.&nbsp; Julie and Chrissy, afraid Nat would throw up again, sat together and left Livia with Nat.&nbsp; The teacher pulled Nat's head onto her shoulder and stroked the girl's hair during the drive.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 03:38:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat had dug the gum out of her pocket from earlier and was chewing on it again before they were ensconced in the car. It still had some flavour and so was of some utility in taking away the bile taste. She climbed into the car, fell into the seat a little more than she really should have done due to her legs not quite agreeing with her that this whole walking thing was the best plan in the world, and curled up a little with Miss G. Having her head on the young woman's shoulder was both soothing, and exciting. She was feeling really, deeply strange. Hot and sick and feverish, but tingly and throbby and needful. It was confusing and strange and messed up and she was having real trouble concentrating on anything more than controlling nausea and the sensation of being snuggled up to Miss G. "Sorry." She managed after a few minutes of the drive, "For, youknow, beingcrap and ruiningeverything." She was slurring a little, this wasn't right, she was sure she was sending the correct signals to mouth tongue, lips and lungs, only they seemed to be passing through a filter of some kind on the way and being a little distorted.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 03:58:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Shh, honey.&nbsp; Don't be silly.&nbsp; You're just sick is all."&nbsp; Livia looked around and made a decision.&nbsp; She leaned forward and tapped the driver.&nbsp; "Take us to my flat," Livia instructed.&nbsp; "Then take the other two girls back to campus.&nbsp; If I need him, I'll ring up the school's doctor but I think she'll be fine.&nbsp; This driving can't be helping her tummy and it's a twisty road back to school."&nbsp; It made sense.&nbsp; Get Nat into the closest bed and work on getting her fever down.&nbsp; It wasn't an emergency and Livia could handle it.&nbsp; If it got to be too much, help was just a phone call away.&nbsp; Soon they were at her flat and the driver helped her get Nat inside.<br><br>"Thank you," she told him then sent him to take the girls back to school.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nat? We need to get you in bed.&nbsp; Come on," she urged and guided and supported Nat into her bedroom then eased her down onto the edge of the just off the floor bed.&nbsp; "I'm going to go get a cold washcloth.&nbsp; Undress as much as you can and I'll bring you something to wear.&nbsp; If you can't, I'll help you when I get back.&nbsp; Okay?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 04:03:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"C'n mnge." Nat murmured, she really was feeling peculiar. The whole situation was strange and unusual, "Bed smells nice." She muttered to herself, as she squirmed a little moving further up and finding a pillow. "Comfy."<br><br>By the time Livia returned with the damp cloth Nat was asleep, still fully clothed, her feet just off the edge of the bed, and muttering quietly to herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 04:15:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Silly thing," Livia said and smiled fondly.&nbsp; Asleep Nat looked more like a child and less like the already world weary and wary adult she considered herself.&nbsp; The cat ears on the hat cemented the image.<br><br>Careful not to wake Nat, Liva began to undress the girl, starting at the boots.&nbsp; They were heavy, really heavy, and Livia wondered how Nat could wear them.&nbsp; The leggins came off easy enough, and Nat's bare legs were revealed.&nbsp; They too were hot to the touch.&nbsp; The skirt slid right off leaving Nat in the frilly blouse and her panties.&nbsp; Sitting behind Nat, Livia gently raised her up and supported the girl against her chest while she got the blouse off.&nbsp; After a moment's hesitation, Livia also removed Nat's bra.&nbsp; The cups were very hot in her hands.&nbsp; Getting the cotton nightgown on, a pale pink one Nat would despise when she woke up, was easy but it took several tries to get her arms in the right holes.&nbsp; <br><br>Livia eased backwards on the bed, pulling Nat with her, then slid out and arranged the sleeping girl comfortably.&nbsp; She finished by just drawing a sheet over Nat's fevered body and put the cold rag on her damp forehead.&nbsp; "I'll be in the shower," she told the unconscious Nat, then felt foolish.<br><br>Livia left the door open so she could hear, and soon steam poured out from it as she cleaned up.<br><br><hr><br>Forstner jerked the door of the car open and peered inside.&nbsp; "Where are they?" he demanded, frightening both girls.&nbsp; "Where are they!" he repeated.&nbsp; The driver, alarmed by Forstner's behavior, stepped to the door and put his hand on Forstner's shoulder.&nbsp; "Calm down, sir, you're scaring the children."&nbsp; He was a driver, but his real job was to protect the daughters of the wealthy and influential.&nbsp; <br><br>"You unwashed ape," Forstner said, coldly furious.&nbsp; "Don't you dare put your hands on me!"&nbsp; He shoved, or tried to, and soon found himself flat on his back with one arm twisted painfully in the driver's grasp.&nbsp; The girls were screaming, Forstner was bellowing and it would take hours to sort out.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 04:30:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was an hour or two at least before Nat woke up, she felt hot, and shrugged out of the nightdress and let it drop off the edge of the bed, then the panties came off to reveal a trimmed shock of dark hair. She was hot and horny and wobbly and strange. She was throbbing fit to burst and if she didn't do anything about it she felt like she might just keep getting hotter and hotter till she spontaneously combusted. With no notion of where she was or why she really shouldn't be doing it, Nat set to rubbing herself, one hand slipping down to part her folds and play over her hard clit, the other up under her to tease her hole with a pair of soon very slick fingers.<br>She was so hot and disoriented and out of her right mind that each touch caused a loud gasp and moan to rise from her, which as she built towards her release only grew more often and more loud, more bold and more insistent.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 04:48:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia had been dozing in a chair across the room, a long since screen savered ebook reader in her lap.&nbsp; After her shower, she'd checked on Nat and managed to get some acetominophen and a small sip of water down her throat.&nbsp; Wanting to stay close, she'd decided to read in the chair but soon fell asleep.&nbsp; At the noise, Livia blinked scratchy feeling eyes open and squinted.&nbsp; The ebook started to slip and she slapped a palm down on it to keep it in place.<br><br>"Nat?" she called out, and reached over to turn up the floor lamp.<br><br>"Oh..."&nbsp; Livia flushed a deep crimson and looked away from the revealed scene.&nbsp; On her bed, arranged towards her, she could make out well enough what Nat was doing&nbsp; It was intensely erotic and intensely personal and intensely wrong that she should be watching her student do this.&nbsp; That made it all the more stimulating.&nbsp; Livia felt a lurch in her tummy and her breasts suddenly felt heavy and full.&nbsp; What was wrong with her!&nbsp; This was her student, this was Nat.&nbsp; Livia looked away, but the sounds of Nat's clever fingers in her sodden sex and her little moans drew Livia's eyes back like moths to the full moon.<br><br>"Nat," she called out.&nbsp; When there was no response, Livia called louder.&nbsp; "Nat.&nbsp; Nat, wake up."<br><br>Livia breathed in deeply to call out louder and was suddenly conscious of the smell of sex in the air.&nbsp; Girl sex.<br><br>She shifted in her chair and felt her tummy lurch again as her thighs rubbed together.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 04:53:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat wasn't really conscious in the true sense, more running on pure instinct and fever, the voice drew her attention, but she made no move to cover herself or stop or hide what she was doing. Her right hand kept rubbing at her clit, her left slid from under her and reached out for Livia, trying to grasp her, to pull her down to her. Fingers, still wet from Nat's sex, grasping at the teacher as she stood and watched her feverish student continue to rub urgently at herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 05:09:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia had stepped closer and bent to pick up the edge of the sheet to cover Nat.&nbsp; She was clearly out of it, unaware of what she was doing.&nbsp; It was the fever and just a basic human need, Livia told herself.&nbsp; Livia's reaction to it was the wrong one, not the act Nat was doing.<br><br>"Nat!" Livia gasped when the hand grabbed her wrist.&nbsp; She had been squatting to get the blanket, and the action drew her even further down.&nbsp; Livia didn't want to smash the poor girl for the second time and used her free hand to stop the fall.&nbsp; She ended up with one hand on the far side of Nat, and her other held in the girl's slick, surprisingly fierce grip.&nbsp; This close the smell was even more intense, a musky delightful fragrance that smelled like Livia's own and unlike it just enough to be mesmerizing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nat, no," she said as the girl continued to rub herself.&nbsp; Livia tried to slide her hand free, but without jerking it wasn't going to happen and she couldn't use her other hand to open Nat's fingers.&nbsp; Livia felt her heart beat almost painfully and she wondered if Nat would let go when she was done.<br><br>And what she would sound like when she came.<br><br>"Oh, crusts," she whispered and hated herself for thinking the thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 05:15:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat pulled more insistently, trying to bring Livia closer to her, on top of her? To pull her onto and up the bed. Her moans were increasing, building, she was almost certainly getting close to her release. She just kept pulling and tugging, urging Livia to join her, some of her little sounds, that accompanied the tugs, almost pleading.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 05:24:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nat," she whispered again.&nbsp; Why was she whispering?&nbsp; Livia should be shouting, trying to get through the fever and into the part of Nat's brain that wasn't shrouded by illness.&nbsp; Instead she allowed Nat to pull her down.&nbsp; Livia rationalized it by telling herself it would free up her hand to loosen Nat's grip.&nbsp; Soon she was laying beside, draped partially on top of, her student.&nbsp; After the shower Livia had changed into a pair of boy shorts and a cami so she easily felt the animal heat of Nat's body through the thin clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're burning up," she said, mouth almost at Nat's ear.&nbsp; "It's the fever, Nat.&nbsp; It's just the fever doing this.&nbsp; You don't know what's going on."&nbsp; Livia swallowed and looked down the plain of Nat's slender body.&nbsp; Her breasts were small and firm, and oh so high and tipped with delicious looking little points of flesh.&nbsp; Livia's gaze fell lower, across the concave expanse of Nat's belly and onto the rise of her mons.&nbsp; Nat's hand from underneath was busy, she could hear it and from the way Nat arched she was making good use of her digits.<br><br>"It's just the fever," Livia lied as she let Nat's hand draw her own lower, across her belly, and then onto the curly crinkly damp hairs of her sex.<br><br>"Nat," she tried one more time.&nbsp; "Nat please."<br><br>But what was Livia pleading for?&nbsp; Her own tummy ached and twisted with a need she hadn't felt so intensely since that one tipsy night back in her final year of college.&nbsp; A night filled with strawberry scented shampoo, vanilla lip gloss and the furtive, shameful but amazing memories of the soft, feminine body that had been wearing them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 05:31:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat placed Livia's hand on her lips and pressed urgently, more little animal pleading noises, her hips rising to meet the touch, her breath leaving her in a rush as her teachers hand found her wet and wanton and lustful. She held Livia's hand where she wanted it, pressing on the fingers, encouraging her to play, to please, to use, to pleasure.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 14:35:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				What was going on in Nat's fever stricken mind?&nbsp; What erotic dream was playing out to make her so responsive, so wet.&nbsp; There was no doubting the intensity of Nat's arousal.&nbsp; When she drew Livia's hand to her sex, Livia cupped her palm around it and felt the animal heat wash across her skin.&nbsp; Nat was wet too, with a sheen of slipperiness on her thighs that reflected the light from the lamp.&nbsp; Livia just watched for a moment, watched her hand being moved by Nat's.&nbsp; It would be easy to lie to herself, for Livia to say she wasn't doing it, Nat was, but Livia knew that wasn't true.&nbsp; She felt ashamed, anguished, but that didn't stop her from curling her middle finger inward.&nbsp; It traced from the bottom of Nat's slit towards the hooded nub at the top, then circled it without quite touching.<br><br>"Nat," she whispered into the side of the girl's face.&nbsp; "I'm...please don't wake up," she begged.<br><br>Liva repeated the slow stroke again, then a third time.&nbsp; On the fourth she gently slipped her finger between Nat's folds and insinuated it inside the girl.&nbsp; "Oh," Livia whispered, feeling how much hotter Nat was inside, and feeling the incredible clinging tightness of the girl's body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 16:02:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat moaned again as Livia explored her, more satisfied, yet still needy and wanting, hips shifting to try to cause the finger to rub over her hard hot swollen little button. The finger slipping into her caused Nat's body to lift taking a little more of the finger into her. Her walls grasped at it, a little plaintive cry from her she wanted more, needed more, her hand finding Livia's and pressing on it, encouraging a second finger and the pair of them deeper.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 16:39:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That need, that unconscious demand, Livia firmly denied.&nbsp; She didn't know for certain but suspected Nat was a virgin.&nbsp; Oh, she might have ruptured her hymen in any manner of ways or even had it seen to by her physician.&nbsp; Nat was sometimes maddeningly practical like that.&nbsp; But just in case, Livia was super careful not to delve too deeply.&nbsp; Thank goodness she also habitually wore her nails short.&nbsp; Ouch!<br><br>Instead Livia curled her finger in and up and found that delightfully textured spot she knew intimately from her own body.&nbsp; That she began to press upon, firmly and with a varying rhythm while allowing her thumb to tease open the hood and find Livia's clit.&nbsp; It was as hard as her nipples, and though she couldn't see it, Livia suspected it was just as lovely.&nbsp; "Shhh," she whispered.&nbsp; "Stay asleep.&nbsp; Just let go and feel better then go back to deep sleep, Nat," she urged.&nbsp; Biting her bottom lip, and feeling her own need as an unsatisfied ache deep in her womb, Livia concentrated on bringing Nat to orgasm.&nbsp; It couldn't take long, not as aroused as the girl already was.<br><br>Not as responsive as she was.<br><br>When the wave hit Nat, Livia felt a deep rush of satisfaction and watched the girl's body as it experienced the little death.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 17:01:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat's hips rose and fell at Livia's touch, her moans building further, nearly shouts before she finally gasped in a great lungful of air and shuddered, breath held for a moment, mouth open in a more silent cry, her walls bearing down on what little of the fingers they had managed to pull inside. Wetness flooded Livia's hand. Nat's whole body shuddering and convulsing for a good while, hips bucking, little cries escaping, as the girl thrashed around, clearly in the grip of something very powerful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 18:42:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was awe inspiring.&nbsp; There was no other way to describe it.&nbsp; Even unconscious, Nat's orgasm was such a powerful thing, so visceral, that an intense jealousy swept through Livia along with a sense of awe.&nbsp; No one had ever made her come like that, ever.&nbsp; And she, she alone, had been responsible for giving Nat such a wonderful experience.&nbsp; Livia knew her eyes were damp with tears without looking in the mirror.&nbsp; She just knew.<br><br>Slowly, Livia let Nat down and drew first the sheet then a blanket over her, still cupping the girl's sex.&nbsp; Only when she was sure Nat was settled did Livia withdraw her hand.&nbsp; It was still damp from Nat's juices and slightly reddened from where it had been inside her body.&nbsp; Livia leaned over and kissed Nat's forehead, then left the bed and went into the bathroom.&nbsp; The door clicked shut.<br><br>Livia leaned against the sink, both hands by the basin, and turned the water on.&nbsp; It ran and ran and ran without her being aware of it.&nbsp; She was sick inside, terrified and ashamed and other emotions warring with her.&nbsp; Nat was her student, a mere girl and Livia had...what?&nbsp; Was it, no.&nbsp; Don't think it.&nbsp; She reached to wash her hands then stopped.&nbsp; Face stricken, she brought the hand that had caressed Nat to her face and sniffed, then her tongue dabbed out and tasted it.&nbsp; Livia closed her eyes, comparing it to her own aroma and taste, then flushed deeply and trust her hands under the almost scalding water.&nbsp; Like Lady Macbeth, she scrubbed them over and over, trying to wash away something only she could see.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 04:04:27</strong>
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				It was a little while before Nat really came to. She found herself laying under covers in a strange bed, she felt way too hot and kicked off the covers to find she was naked, quite badly sweaty and sticky and very, very wet between her legs. The whole room smelled strongly of girl. "What? Did I get rohypnoled?" She ran a hand through her hair frowning at how wet it was and how it clung to her and peered around the room through bleary eyes. There was a noise? Like water running? Close by somewhere. Her head felt really strange, like it was full of cotton wool, she was too hot, felt kinda, well, no, quite badly horny, was naked in a strange bed in a strange room and this was not a great place to start the day.<br>"Hello?" Wait, could she have been kidnapped? Her fuzzy brain homed in on that idea, kidnapped and drugged up? Not good. She moved unsteadily to the edge of the bed looking for clothes to wear so she could try to escape whoever it was had her. She couldn't seem to focus, the room kept swimming and going all wobbly. "Feel kinda..." Was all Nat managed before, with a loud 'thump!' she fell forward off of the bed and onto the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 23:58:25</strong>
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				Was that a thump?&nbsp; Livia turned off the water and listened, hands dripping over the basin, then hurriedly dried them and opened the bathroom door.<br><br>"Nat!"&nbsp; she cried out and ran to where the girl had collapsed.&nbsp; "Nat," she called again, and rolled Nat over.&nbsp; Livia peered into her face, felt at her neck for a pulse she wasn't even sure she knew how to take and shook the girl a little bit.&nbsp; "Nat, wake up.&nbsp; Talk to me," Livia demanded.&nbsp; "Please, Nat.&nbsp; Please wake up."&nbsp; Livia looked towards the table by the chair where her cell phone lay.&nbsp; She should call the service and have them send the doctor, or call for an ambulance.&nbsp; Livia stretched, reaching for the phone but couldn't quite reach it without letting go of the dazed girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 00:23:29</strong>
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				Things were a little less fuzzy, there was Miss G, she liked Miss G. Miss G was nice, and soft, and cute. She reached up a hand, smiling, and placed it against Livia's cheek. "Hey, I was kidnapped. I think they had sex with me?" Nat's voice was slurred, she was clearly still out of it, "Drugged me up and stuff. Did you see where they went?" The hand set to stroking Livia's face, "Soft, nice."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 02:46:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia let the gentle caress go on for far too long, her face becoming gentle instead of anxious.&nbsp; Her head started to turn into Nat's palm, prelude to kissing it, but Livia stopped the movement before it went halfway.&nbsp; "No one drugged you," she told Nat.&nbsp; "I think you just have a bad fever.&nbsp; Something going around that you picked up and it just came on all of a sudden."&nbsp; Livia hooked the sheet with her foot and dragged it over, then began to wrap it around Nat.&nbsp; "No one kidnapped you," she said, answering the two questions truthfully that she could.&nbsp; As for the sex...well, had it been sex?&nbsp; Certainly not how the kids classified it these days, but Livia still didn't dare answer.<br><br>"Are you thirsty?&nbsp; You should drink something.&nbsp; Do you think you can stand up if I help you and come sit down?&nbsp; Oh, and I should get you a robe.&nbsp; You, um, I guess you were so hot you took your clothes off after I put you to bed.&nbsp; It's okay," she assured Nat.&nbsp; "There's no one here but us."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 03:09:19</strong>
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				Nat had been nodding through all this, her expression one of rapt incomprehension. "Thirsty." She agreed, "Hot." The sheet was discarded almost as soon as it was placed on her, "Too hot in here." A moment of frowning up at Livia then, "You are pretty. What are you doing later?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 03:54:52</strong>
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				"Trying to take care of you," Livia said.&nbsp; "And I don't seem to be doing a very good job of it.&nbsp; You're determined to be naked for one thing.&nbsp; Well, let's make use of that then."&nbsp; She stood up and urged Nat to stand as well.&nbsp; Livia put Nat's arm across her shoulder, like a soldier helping a wounded comrade, and her own arm around Nat's waist.&nbsp; Her hand rested on Nat's hip.&nbsp; "How about we get you in a nice cool bath.&nbsp; I'll pour some peppermint oil in it and that'll make you feel cooler as well.&nbsp; Do you think you can manage that, Nat?"&nbsp; Livia turned her head to look in Nat's eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:06:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"The kidnappers got you too." A statement, not a question, "What's the plan for escape?" her pupils were dilated and her eyes were a little bloodshot. Nat was looking very flushed and her skin was hot to the touch. "Were you awake when they fucked you? I think I slept through it. Were they good?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:14:17</strong>
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				"No one had sex with you, Nat," Livia said, lying but not really sure if it was a lie.&nbsp; Oh, this was so confusing!<br><br>"And no one kidnapped us.&nbsp; You're just delirious is all, honey."&nbsp; She escorted Nat into the bathroom and Livia held onto her while the tub filled with lukewarm water.&nbsp; It would be almost too cold, but she needed to bring Nat's fever down.&nbsp; Livia added just a splash of peppermint oil with her free arm and the sharp, nose tingling scent filled the bathroom with the aroma of a hundred candy canes.&nbsp; "Step in," she ordered and helped Nat into the tub, not letting her go until the girl's bottom was firmly planted.&nbsp; The water was cool on Livia's hands and forearms.<br><br>"Does that feel better?&nbsp; Here, lean forward and let me drizzle some water down your back and on your neck," Livia said, trying not to notice what the water had done to Nat's lovely young nipples.&nbsp; She took the flannel and began to wet it then squeeze it out across the back of Nat's neck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:19:28</strong>
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				"Someone didn't have me? Someone should have me. Hot." Nat hardly seemed to notice the cold water, settling down into it, "This bath is small. There are no jets. Mine has jets." Nat's bath at the school was one of the models with spa type water jets built in, which she had a habit of taking liberties with. "The jets feel good. They make me cum hard." Nat's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "Don't tell my mum."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:24:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't worry about that," Livia said, then continued <em>soto voce</em>.&nbsp; "There's a lot I won't be telling your mum.&nbsp; Or anyone."&nbsp; <br><br>Livia watched the water as it ran down the nape of Nat's neck, then leaned forward and gently blew on the skin.&nbsp; The baby fine hair there came alive under the caress and prickled.&nbsp; Livia thought it was the cutest, and most erotic, thing she'd seen.&nbsp; Well, not the most erotic...<br><br>"I won't tell your mum your secrets, Nat.&nbsp; I promise.&nbsp; Do..." should she?&nbsp; "Do you have any other ones you don't want me to tell her?"&nbsp; This was Nat opened up completely.&nbsp; She was normally so guarded, even though Nat pretended to be direct, that this was a rare chance for Livia to pry without Nat seeing it for what it was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:32:17</strong>
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				"Oh, I have secrets." Nat giggled a little, "All kinds of secrets. I saw my mum and maid, a lot. They thought I was playing downstairs the first time, only I was in the walk in closet. They came in and were making all these noises and I was watching from the closet, cos I thought they were hurting each other at first. Then they were saying 'yes' a lot and the maid tied my mum to the bed and was rubbing her between her legs and I felt really funny. So I tried it and I felt amazing all of a sudden." Nat's voice was still slurred, she seemed to be cooling off though, "I hid in there a lot after that. I saw what daddy would do to mummy too. And what he would do with his secretary when he thought nobody was home." Nat smiled a little, "Then they found me that one time because I made too much noise and my mum took to locking the door."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:44:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, she'd asked.&nbsp; The rich truly were like everyone else, only more so.&nbsp; A lesbian tryst with her maid, a lesbian tryst with her mum being tied up by the maid.&nbsp; Seeing her dad and her mum.&nbsp; Her dad and the secretary.&nbsp; Oh my goodness.&nbsp; Poor Nat.<br><br>"That's um, see Nat the thing is when two-"&nbsp; Livia stopped.&nbsp; If Nat had been in her right mind, she'd have never talked this way to the girl.&nbsp; She didn't deserve it now.&nbsp; Livia felt really bad now, very ashamed, and dipped the flannel in the water before laying it across the back of Nat's neck.&nbsp; A few minutes later, she helped Nat stand up and wordlessly handed her out of the bath and rubbed her down with a towel.&nbsp; It was totally impersonal now.<br><br>"You're going back to bed," she told Nat.&nbsp; "And you're going to wear panties and a shirt and stay in them," Livia added sternly.&nbsp; "I won't make you use the covers, but you will stay dressed, Nat.&nbsp; I'll lay down with you if you want so you don't feel alone.&nbsp; Understand?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 04:52:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Still hot. Feel funny." Nat complained, "Tummy is churning and I'm throbbing so bad it hurts." There was just a touch of whining to end of that sentence. Something seemed to catch her attention, "You are going to lay on me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 03:40:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"With you," Livia clarified, though her voice wasn't as firm in resolve as it had been a moment ago.&nbsp; Lest temptation overtake her, she moved quickly to get dressed in a cami top like her own, reasoning it would be cooler than a t-shirt, and a pair of panties.&nbsp; Totally utilitarian panties.&nbsp; Cotton.&nbsp; 100% non-sexy.&nbsp; It took another moment to install Nat atop the bed and Livia lay down beside the girl, resting on one arm and looking over at her charge.<br><br>"You just need some sleep is all," Livia said and settled down, draping one arm across Nat's tummy.&nbsp; The arm she lay upon reached out and stroked the top of Nat's hair in a soothing manner.&nbsp; "Nat?&nbsp; You know I, I care about you, right?&nbsp; That I would never hurt you?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 03:57:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm." Nat was drifting off shortly after she was laid down on the bed, "Never hurt me." She muttered shortly before her breathing shortened and deepened. Her body didn't stay cool for long however and though it didn't build back up to the same alarming level it had before, she still felt warmer to the touch than she likely should. Nat was also fidgety in her sleep, moving a lot, little moans and murmurings now and again leaking from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 11:48:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was going to be a long night.&nbsp; Whenever Livia started to fall asleep, she'd jerk back into consciousness when Nat moved.&nbsp; Her little sounds weren't so bad, kind of pleasant almost, but Nat was so squirmy that it kept waking Livia up.&nbsp; Trying to still her a little bit, Livia moved closer against Nat's back and tightened her arm around Nat's body, pressing her hand firmly into the girl's tummy.&nbsp; She also lifted her leg and put it across both of Nat's, trapping them under hers and trying to let that still the girl a little bit.<br><br>"Hush now," she whispered into the back of Nat's hair, and planted a small kiss for emphasis.&nbsp; Because of the peppermint bath oil, it was like holding a wonderfully warm, girl-shaped candy cane.&nbsp; The three combined sensations were soothing, even above the fidgets, and Livia soon fell asleep.&nbsp; Whenever Nat grew restless, she tightened the pressure of her arm and leg until she calmed down again without Livia quite waking up.&nbsp; It wouldn't be dawn until many hours from now and hopefully Nat would be better by then.&nbsp; If not, Livia was calling the doctor.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 18:22:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat slept deeply, if fitfully. Her night was hard on her, strange dreams she couldn't escape, more hot flashes and one or two incidents of talking in her sleep.<br><br>By the time the sun was coming up however her temperature had come down, mostly and she was sleeping more normally, curled up with Livia, snuggling her. Nat awoke with her face pressed into warm soft pillows her eyes flicking open, she was where now? She was in bed with someone? This thing she had her face pressed up against, it was someone. It was someone's boobs. She had her face in boobs. This was both wonderful and alarming at the same time.<br><br>She blinked glanced up, Miss G? She was snuggled up with her teacher? She had some trouble recalling what had lead up this, waking up here. Her brain was a little, well, foggy on the details. It wasn't foggy on how she felt about being in Livia's bed though.<br><br>Nat was throbbing, hard, being snuggled up to Livia felt amazing. She smelled wonderful, felt wonderful against her. Miss G was lovely, pretty, friendly, fun, sexy and somehow she was in bed with her? The leg that she had between Miss G's twitched just slightly, the throbbing between Nat's legs was most insistent, things felt a little... Variant? down there.<br><br>Nat rose just a little and slid a hand down and lifted the nightdress the short distance she needed to to investigate things. It had already ridden up a lot so it was a short distance thankfully, she didn't want to move too much and risk waking Miss G. She was wearing panties that didn't feel like the silk ones she had on when she left the school yesterday. Most odd. Even odder, her mons, her lips, when she touched them, sent a massive shock of sensation through her, causing her to tense up for a moment. Her eyes closed tight and she had trouble keeping in a little moan. Freezing in place she waited till she was sure she could hear the deep even breathing of sleep from her teacher before steeling herself and parting the lips, exploring herself by touch. Such amazing sensation, it wasn't normally this, well, strong down there. There was such heat too, her pussy was so very hot, hotter than she had ever felt. And quite wet.<br><br>Then she felt it, her clit. The first slight brush brought her almost at once right up to the edge of orgasm, it was incredible. She was never that sensitive, it was almost too much, almost too painful, but, yet, it was so amazing, so wonderful.<br><br>What. The. Fuck?<br><br>There was something else too, something even more strange and unusual. It felt bigger. Her clit felt bigger. She hadn't been expecting to encounter it that soon. Her fingertip had brushed against it too early. Like it had doubled in size overnight. Sure, it was never that big to start with, plus of course it did become 'erect' when she was aroused, yet there was one thing that Nat was fairly sure of, it wasn't like that before. She could feel it now, the size of it, now she knew what she was 'feeling' for. That was really strange. No, that wasn't really strange that was impossible. She had seen pictures online of female body builders who had been taking a lot of steroids and hormones, she couldn't be sure without a hand mirror, but she was fairly sure her clit would look like one the enlarged steroid induced clits she had seen in those pictures. At the time she had thought it looked kinda cool, with a clit that big no guy would have an excuse for not being able to find it. Now? She wasn't so sure. Something very strange was happening and it was more than a little terrifying.<br><br>Only... She was so bloody horny! What the hell was that about? Thoughts jumped unbidden into her head, she could just rub a little more, get herself off. I0f she wiggled forward just a little she could ride Miss G's leg till she came. She could hold Miss M down and rub herself on her till she came hard then force Miss G to... What the fuck? Where had that even come from?<br><br>She really needed to be away from here, besides she needed to pee, very badly. Only Miss G still had hold her leg between two of hers. If that didn't change soon she was going to give in to the urges, she needed it, so badly. It was shameful and awful and horrible, but the need was so strong, so powerful.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 03:18:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat's squirming woke Livia.&nbsp; At first she thought it was more of the fever dream, all restless movement with little purpose other than the body's delirium response.&nbsp; But this was different.&nbsp; More...purposeful.&nbsp; For a bit she lay still, so exhausted from the tension, terror and shame of last night that Livia wasn't able to fully pull herself from slumber's cotton fingers.&nbsp; She was warm, she was holding a delightful body in her arms and felt Nat's warm breath against the skin of her breast above the cami.&nbsp; Well, more than breath.&nbsp; More like Nat's face and hair and breath.&nbsp; Livia wasn't built like a milk cow, but she was a little bit curvy and so Nat was nestled between her breasts if not smothered by them.&nbsp; Livia smiled sleepily at the sensation.<br><br>There was another sensation though.&nbsp; Livia's lips stilled from a smile into a contemplative line, then parted into an O of surprise.&nbsp; Nat was...was...<br><br>Nat was rubbing herself.&nbsp; Masturbating.&nbsp; And she was squirming.&nbsp; Livia forced herself to lay still, to not react, and in a moment Nat settled down and held still again.&nbsp; Was she asleep?&nbsp; Livia listened to the girl's breathing pattern and didn't think so.&nbsp; Oh, what to do!&nbsp; She didn't want to embarrass Nat, but at the same time Livia didn't want her to stop.&nbsp; Not really.&nbsp; Watching Nat do it, helping her do it, earlier had been so amazing.&nbsp; So sensual.&nbsp; Livia wanted to do it again.&nbsp; Maybe...<br><br>Faking a sleepy mumble, Livia turned on the bed and slipped from Nat's embrace and loosened her own.&nbsp; She ended up with her back to the girl.&nbsp; Livia pillowed her palms under her head and lay still, forcing her breathing to be slow and even like she was asleep, even though her senses were keenly aware of everything Nat did.&nbsp; Maybe she'd continue, touch herself again, make those little moans and sexy cries.<br><br>Maybe she'd...<br><br><em>Stop it.&nbsp; Just...stop</em>, Livia told herself.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 03:33:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia rolled away and Nat sighed a little though her nose, the loss of the warm soft body a bit of a wrench, she had been really enjoying being against her teacher, snuggled up to her. Still...<br><br>She scooted slowly and carefully from the bed and padded on near silent feet over to one of the doors, had a peek through, corridor, no, not what she needed. She tried another, closet, the third one however revealed the bathroom. Nat hurried over to the loo and set about relieving herself, the wipe after her bladder was empty setting off little electric shocks up her spine. Why was she so damn sensitive all of a sudden? What the hell was that about?<br><br>There was a little hand mirror on the washstand and she rose, picked it up and sat down carefully on the rug, spread her legs, placed the mirror just so and gasped. She didn't need to spread herself, her clit was bigger. The tip of it was poking past her folds, just very slightly, but it was there. Reaching down with a shaking hand she gasped aloud, nearly came with the intensity as she pushed her lips apart, to reveal her little button. Only it wasn't. Little. It was as she had thought before at least twice the size it was last time she looked. Not that she was in the habit of examining her genitals of course, but how often did you have to anyway? What the fuck was that all about? How did something like that happen? She reached a finger down and just pushed at the offending flesh very lightly.<br><br>It was instant, a gasp, her body doubled over, she was cumming, hard, a wash of girljuice spilling from her with each cramp like wave of pleasure that washed over her. Jetting from just under her clit and splashing onto, soaking, her inner thighs, the rug, the mirror and her hands.<br><br>Still twitching, but coming down from the orgasm Nat sat on the floor her breath coming in gasps, her chest heaving, wondering if she had gasped as loud as she thought she had, she listened for Miss G, her ears trying to pick out sound from the adjoining bedroom.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 04:00:09</strong>
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				"Nat?"&nbsp; The call came and was followed by a tentative tapping at the bathroom door.&nbsp; "Nat, it's Miss G.&nbsp; Are you okay?"&nbsp; Livia stood outside the bathroom door, head down and cocked slightly to the side.&nbsp; Animal instinct made her try to orient her no longer prehensile ears towards the sound to best hear.&nbsp; It was like when people turned down the radio when looking for something.&nbsp; You just did it and didn't understand why.<br><br>Livia had waited a little bit before getting up after Nat went into the bathroom.&nbsp; It seemed like a good excuse to drop the sham of sleep and to try to get back into the role of Miss G and away from Livia.&nbsp; Maybe, just maybe, Nat's fever would make it all into a dream she'd already forgotten.&nbsp; "Nat?&nbsp; Answer me, please, or I'm going to come in."&nbsp; Livia tried the door knob and it turned freely under her hand.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 04:18:40</strong>
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				Nat nearly jumped out of her skin. She had soaked the mirror, the rug, herself, and was still shaking from the shuddering climax and now her teacher was awake and threatening to come in?<br><br>"Wait." She shrilled, a little too high pitched, a little too urgent. That didn't sound normal, at all. Fuck. "Ah, hang on?" More normal, still a little panicked. Nat pushed herself up on wobbly arms and legs and tried to wash the mirror off under the tap, drying it off on a towel before replacing it. Okay. Her hands and legs she similarly gave a quick rinse.<br><br>The rug? Crap. She glanced between the rug and the door, smoothed out the nightgown and weighed up her options. Should she just tell Miss G what had happened? Because she was still shaking and every time she moved things down there were rubbing and sending more shocks shooting through her. She kept jumping and shaking and it didn't seem inclined to stop in a hurry. What choice did she have?<br><br>But telling your teacher that you just came on her bathroom rug, soaked it in girl juices you yourself didn't even know you could emit. That your clit had doubled in size since yesterday and you were so sensitive that the slightest touch could set you off again and result in more soakings?<br><br>"Fuck." Nat muttered very quietly to herself, "I am so very fucked." She glanced between the rug and the door again, biting her lip.<br><br>She had to tell her, she couldn't hide this. It didn't make any sense to try to surely?<br><br>"Miss G? I..." Nat started.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 16:45:19</strong>
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				Livia recognized that frantic tone.&nbsp; She'd used it a few times before when someone was barging in on something she didn't want them to know about.&nbsp; Livia pulled the door firmly back so quickly that there was a loud bump of wood on wood and she let go of the handle.&nbsp; "Sorry," she called.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Nat.&nbsp; Take your time."&nbsp; Livia leaned closer to the door, listening, but that wasn't really invading Nat's privacy, right?&nbsp; I mean, if Nat didn't know she couldn't feel ashamed.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Miss G? I..." Nat started.</em><br><br>Livia cut her off, trying to sound firm and reassuring.&nbsp; "Whatever it is, Nat, it will be okay.&nbsp; I promise you.&nbsp; Now, do you need anything?&nbsp; Do you want me to stay here outside the door or go away and give you some privacy?&nbsp; I don't mind, honey.&nbsp; Really, it will be okay," she said again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 20:19:24</strong>
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				"I..." Nat winced, her teeth ground a little, how in the hell do you explain this? "SomethingreallystrangeishappeningtomeandIthinkIruinedyourrug." It all came out in a rush as Nat, leaning on the wall opposite the sink, slowly sank down winding up sitting on the rug with her legs folded under her. "Sorry." She was still shaking from the power of the sensations that would insist on firing off through her, but was also now right on the edge of tears. Her breath hitching, catching in her chest, her nose starting to run, eyes watering, "Sorry." Again, quieter, a little defeated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 20:35:51</strong>
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				"I'm coming in," Livia said firmly and gave Nat a three count to do whatever she needed.&nbsp; Livia turned the handle door and pushed the door slowly inward, unsure exactly of what she'd find or where Nat was.<br><br>The bathroom smelled, well, it smelled like sex.&nbsp; Like last night and like her fingers after they'd been on and inside the stricken young woman huddled against the basin.&nbsp; Livia could guess part of what had happened, but something more than that was upsetting Nat.&nbsp; Livia paused, just looking at the girl, her student, her young friend and her heart flopped inside her chest.&nbsp; "Oh, honey," she said and went to her knees beside Nat.&nbsp; Firm hands settled on Nat's shoulders and drew her forward into an enfolding embrace.&nbsp; "Shh," she said into the top of Nat's head.&nbsp; "Just cry it out, honey bunch, and don't worry about it.&nbsp; It's okay.&nbsp; It's okay," she repeated and kissed the top of Nat's head.&nbsp; Livia began to gently rock back and forth, moving Nat with her.<br><br>"When you feel better, we'll go into the kitchen and get some cocoa," she promised.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 20:54:25</strong>
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				The touch of Livia's hands on her was electic, she nearly came again when the woman started to hug her, rock her, the rocking causing a little bit of rubbing. "Oh... God..." Nat was horrified at herself, she was crying, shivering, shaking, and so close to cumming just from being held. Was she going insane? Was she just imagining all this? Did she not really have a monster clit and was close to cumming on her teachers bathroom floor again while also crying on her shoulder. Her nose was running it was going to drip on Miss G's shoulder... "Sorry." She managed through the haze, muttering it a few more times.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 21:10:24</strong>
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				"You hush about that," Livia said.&nbsp; "I don't even pretend to know what's wrong with you since you fell, but I do know you're going to be okay.&nbsp; You don't have the fever any more and that's a good thing."&nbsp; Livia continued rocking Nat for a bit.<br><br>"I was really scared," she confessed later.&nbsp; "I almost called the hospital a few times.&nbsp; I probably should have, but it's not nice being in one.&nbsp; Everybody wakes you up all the time to ask how you're doing and there's needles and rude exams and just no privacy.&nbsp; And it's not home.&nbsp; You always feel better at home."&nbsp; She drew back her head a little bit and used a hand to raise Nat's chin to look into her face.&nbsp; "Do you want me to take you back to your suite?&nbsp; Or call your parents and arrange for you to go see them?&nbsp; We can do that.&nbsp; The Head won't mind and I'll take care of any problems you might have with your teachers."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>22-12-2012, 21:13:25</strong>
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				Livia raised Nat's chin and she found herself looking into her eyes. Nat's eyes were scared and tired and more than a little aroused. "I... Oh, no, no hospitals... No suite... No parents... I..." The touch on her chin was electric, incredible, amazing, she caught herself moving her head to the left just to experience more of the raw sensation, nearly came again. "I think I'm turning into a freak." Nat said very quietly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 00:42:31</strong>
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				It would have been so easy to joke with Nat, to tell her she was already a freak so no worries there, and any other day Livia would have done so.&nbsp; Nat would have loved it, reveled in her self-imposed status in fact, but today it would be a devastating thing to say.&nbsp; Whatever was going on in Nat's head, it was so intense that she was laid open to the emotional core and any misstep would damage it heavily.&nbsp; There was no chance Livia was going to do that.<br><br>"I remember feeling that way once, Nat," she said softly and moved her hand so she wasn't gripping Nat's chin but was pressing the palm of it into the side of the girl's face.&nbsp; Nat had twisted that direction anyway, like a kitten seeking contact.&nbsp; "I know it's scary and shameful and all you can think about right now.&nbsp; That means you're normal in that way.&nbsp; Every girl has these feelings sometime in their life, honey.&nbsp; Even a tough, sensible one like you."<br><br>"For me it was my period.&nbsp; My mum didn't talk to me about it at all, and so all I knew about was what other girls had sort of said, hinted about and I wasn't as smart as you to go look it up for myself.&nbsp; It was awful.&nbsp; I felt so ashamed and scared and, well, like a freak.&nbsp; I didn't know it was normal and it happened to every girl eventually.&nbsp; But eww.&nbsp; Eww, eww, eww.&nbsp; What a thing to have to figure out on my own."<br><br>Livia squeezed Nat tightly with her one arm and held it for a long time before letting up.&nbsp; "I wish I'd had someone I could talk to about it.&nbsp; Someone who cared about me, and who I knew wasn't going to judge or laugh or think bad things about me.&nbsp; Someone I could trust."<br><br>"Let me be that person for you, Nat," Livia asked sincerely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 00:59:15</strong>
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				Nat shook her head just a little, every nerve ending alive, her skin ultra sensitive to every touch, ever caress. She kept whimpering at every touch as it nearly drove her over the edge, "No... Its... I'm... I'm not normally... Something happened? Something really strange and I... I'm so..." She sighed heavily. "Since I woke up I've been so sensitive and wound up and it won't stop. I can't. Its..." She hunted for words, "I'm..." Her teeth gritted and she growled a little, "I have to show you. Please, move back? Let me lay back? Its..." Nat winced, "Down there. Sorry." There really didn't' seem to be another way out of this crazy situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 01:24:45</strong>
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				"Whatever it is, it's okay," she reassured Nat.&nbsp; The way the girl was talking, squirming, reminded Livia of how Nat had been last night when she drew Livia's hand down to caress her.&nbsp; To touch her.&nbsp; To...love her.&nbsp; Was this the same thing?<br><br>"Let's get out of the bathroom first though, honey.&nbsp; This tile's cold and hard on my knees, and the bathroom is no place to have a discussion unless one of us is in a hot bath."&nbsp; Or both of us her mind prompted, tossing in the image of Nat naked and wet in her tub from last night.&nbsp; The tub still gave the bathroom a hint of peppermint smell.&nbsp; "Come on, come lay down in the bed," she directed and helped Nat to her feet.<br><br>"Lay down," she said and braced herself so Nat could use Livia's arm to ease down onto the bed.&nbsp; Livia remained standing above and looked down, a serious look on her face.&nbsp; She tucked wayward hair back behind her ear, then did it again when it escaped.&nbsp; "It's okay.&nbsp; Just show me."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 01:43:57</strong>
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				On the way out of the bathroom Nat had grabbed up a towel from the rail, she was worried about the bed, about how the rug had turned out. If she did that squirting thing again, which was really odd, but kinda hot, she didn't want to wreck the place.<br><br>She placed the towel carefully, folding it double, before laying down on the bed and pulling up the nightgown slowly, her breath shortening. This was... Astoundingly sexy, but so wrong. She was blushing fit to burst but was so close to cumming again right up close to the edge, not quite there, but so close.<br><br>"So, I woke up all, you know, and things didn't feel quite right? When I went to pee I wanted to have a look, and, well." Nat spread her legs and she didn't even have to reach down and spread her folds. There was a little nub of flesh visible between them, poking up and out, ramrod stiff. She reached down anyway and the moment she started to touch herself to show her teacher more of what was wrong, she came, hard, her entire body jerking with each wave of it shooting through her, little cries and gasps and a series of squirts, not as powerful as before but still there, accompanying each wave of joy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:09:28</strong>
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				"Oh gosh," Livia said as she watched Nat expose herself.&nbsp; It should have been awkward, embarrassing for the both of them, but the trust each had in the other was too great to allow that to happen.&nbsp; That trust didn't keep Livia from finding it awkwardly erotic.&nbsp; It didn't take Nat long, which was good because it didn't allow the ache in Livia's belly to spread too far.&nbsp; Certainly not so far that she wanted to reach inside her panties and mirror the girl's every movement.&nbsp; When the end came, Livia did clench her thighs together in sympathy.&nbsp; Well, not sympathy exactly.&nbsp; Need.<br><br>Livia knelt beside Nat and used the free end of the towel to blot Nat's sex, careful of the prominent clit, then folded it up over her mons to give Nat a little privacy.&nbsp; Had it been that big last night?&nbsp; Livia didn't think so and didn't remember feeling it.&nbsp; She would have felt it, right?&nbsp; <br><br>She put one hand on Nat's tummy and rubbed it in slow circles.<br><br>"It's okay, Nat," she said while looking into Nat's flushed face.&nbsp; "Thank you for trusting me.&nbsp; That was very brave of you."&nbsp; Her hand continued to rub and she placed her other one inside Nat's hand, joining their fingers.&nbsp; "Can you tell me what part upsets you?&nbsp; You know you had an orgasm, right?&nbsp; You've, um, touched yourself before and made that feeling happen?"&nbsp; Surely she had.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:12:40</strong>
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				Nat shook her head, "No, of course I've had... Its my clit. Its huge! Like, yesterday, before I went all wobbly and stuff, it was normal. Like a little thing? Now its like twice the size at least. Plus I'm not normally so sensitive. I've never squirted like this before either." She added quietly, "And I think I ruined your rug."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:18:37</strong>
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				"Forget about the rug," Livia responded.&nbsp; "I didn't like it anyway."&nbsp; She sat back on her heels, hand sliding off Nat's tummy but Livia kept hold of the girl's hand.&nbsp; "Some women do that, that squirting thing.&nbsp; There's, well, videos about it.&nbsp; I don't know how much of them are real compared to, um, you but it happens.&nbsp; It's like, like when you think about something you find sexy and get wet.&nbsp; Lubrication for sexual intercourse is all.&nbsp; I think the squirting is normal if not common.&nbsp; Normal," she repeated and squeezed Nat's hand.&nbsp; Inside, Livia wasn't so sure.&nbsp; She needed to do some research but that would be hard with Nat watching over her shoulder.&nbsp; Some of the things she'd look at would be pornographic in nature and that wasn't right to expose Nat to them.<br><br><em>Like it was right to touch her?</em>&nbsp; Livia shook off her inner nag.<br><br>"Do you want me to take a look at it, Nat?"&nbsp; Livia wasn't aware she was flushing.&nbsp; "I mean, just to see if it looks normal?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:21:37</strong>
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				Nat found herself shivering at that idea, "I... I have seen videos of girls doing it? Online? Just, never thought... I mean me? If I hadn't known it was possible I would have thought I had pissed all over your floor." She glanced away deeply embarrased, "You can look, but... If you touch me I am likely to, you know, again? I'm so sensitive right now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:41:59</strong>
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				"I don't think it's the same as urine," Livia said but there was a little doubt in her voice.&nbsp; "I don't think so," she repeated.&nbsp; "It, um, doesn't smell the same.&nbsp; It smells more like, well, you know when you are sexually aroused?&nbsp; That smell."&nbsp; That smell indeed.&nbsp; It wasn't as strong as it had been last night, or even in the bathroom, but it was still present.&nbsp; It was still making Livia aware that sex was available, if not entirely allowable.<br><br>"I'm just going to look," she promised Nat.&nbsp; "Here, keep hold of my hand and I'll just pull back the towel with the other one.&nbsp; Okay?&nbsp; Okay, Nat?"&nbsp; Livia smiled reassuringly and carefully lifted the towel up and away.<br><br>Nat's clit had gone down a little bit, but it was still quite prominent.&nbsp; It poked clean out from her tight folds, splitting the top of her cleft.&nbsp; It was much, much larger than Livia's own.&nbsp; She hadn't in fact ever seen her own, only felt it, but Nat's was there for anyone to glimpse.&nbsp; "It looks, well it's not inflamed or anything.&nbsp; It's just sticking out a little bit."&nbsp; Like a tiny, tiny penis.&nbsp; Livia clamped that thought down.&nbsp; What would Nat say if she said that out loud?&nbsp; It would be devastating.&nbsp; <br><br>"Being sensitive after orgasm is normal too, honey.&nbsp; I...&nbsp; Okay, so just between us?&nbsp; Just two girls talking?" she asked and continued when Nat nodded.&nbsp; "Sometimes, after I come, I can hardly bear to touch myself.&nbsp; It feels all jerky electric ow," she said, words sliding into one another.&nbsp; "Not every scientific, but that's how it feels.&nbsp; If I, um, if I want to do it again, I keep my hand on it but don't move it until the sensitivity goes away."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:48:18</strong>
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				"I don't really mean like that, more sort of, well, just any touch and I'm nearly there already? That's not normal for me. Trust me. I know." Nat was speaking quietly, still deeply embarrassed, "You can't tell anyone about this. At all. Ever. It will go away right? Oh! Can I, can I stay here for a bit? Till this goes away? A day or two maybe?"<br><br>Nat was trying hard not to sound as terrified as she felt, she was still shaking from the orgasms, still twitching and jumping now and again, her breath hitching. "I don't want to go back to the school yet."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 03:57:36</strong>
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				"Of course," Livia readily agreed.&nbsp; Would it go away?&nbsp; What was it anyway, to make her clit so pronounced?&nbsp; Maybe it was a puberty thing, and it just came on suddenly and that's why Nat had been so feverish.&nbsp; Hormones were weird like that, and it wasn't just boys who experienced odd effects from them.&nbsp; Maybe it was in Nat's genetics and was just coming out as she got older.&nbsp; Well, it was hardly the thing to ask you mom about.&nbsp; Periods, sure.&nbsp; Oversized clits and squirting, no.<br><br>"You can stay here," Livia stated in as firm a voice as possible.&nbsp; "I'll arrange it and you can go back when you're ready."&nbsp; The Head's secretary liked Livia and could cover this for her.&nbsp; She'd owe the woman a favor but that was okay.&nbsp; That's how the world worked and it was worth it to take care of Nat.&nbsp; "I will need to go get some clothes and such for you, but you can stay here.&nbsp; Is there anything special you want me to pick up from your room other than that?"&nbsp; She replaced the towel as she spoke after taking one last long glance at Nat's pussy.&nbsp; It was really lovely, even with the odd clit, and her lips were just the least bit puffy with arousal.&nbsp; Livia had a sudden urge to run her hand along Nat's slit but refrained.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 04:05:30</strong>
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				Nat had her eyes closed in thought and missed the glance, "Um, my laptop? With the mouse and the power adapter? I can still do work then." She felt such relief, Miss G said she could stay here. "Oh!" Her underwear drawer had her collection of things in it, the cigar tubes, the astroglide, the little bullet vibe she had bought from the internet, the suction cup ended dildo she had acquired when it arrived in an unmarked parcel in the mail one day. That one she was sure had been for her mother, but nothing had ever been said about it. It was handy for the shower but, she really didn't want that seen. Nat blushed at the thought. She couldn't ask Miss G -not- to grab her underwear. Crap. What would she say to cover herself? "My tablet? The book I'm reading is on it?"<br><br>Yeah, great save.<br><br>Miss G was going to find her toy collection. Crap! "Sorry." Nat said again, "I didn't want any of this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 04:27:01</strong>
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				"Nat, it's okay."&nbsp; Livia smiled and held Nat's eyes with her own.&nbsp; "I'll be back quickly and you can text me if you forget something."&nbsp; Livia nodded towards the table in the foyer.&nbsp; "Your coat and other things are there.&nbsp; We use the same charger and there's one on the table and one in the kitchen."&nbsp; <br><br>"Just stay in bed otherwise, okay?&nbsp; I don't want you in the tub or shower while I'm not here.&nbsp; If you get dizzy again, you could fall and hurt yourself&nbsp; Why don't you go clean up real quick and just leave the towel and other, um, wet things in the tub.&nbsp; I'll get them later.&nbsp; And I'll go find you a loose pair of my pyjama pants to wear so things don't, well, rub."&nbsp; She stood and helped Nat up then gently propelled Nat towards the bathroom.<br><br>Before Nat came out, Livia opened the bathroom door just a fraction and handed the pyjama pants inside then shut it again.&nbsp; When she came out, Livia was already dressed to go out and had put her hair up in a sloppy bun.&nbsp; "I'll be back soon," she promised again and pulled Nat into a hug.&nbsp; "You're going to be fine," she said in the girl's ear, then gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 04:36:14</strong>
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				Nat sat on the bed and felt both wretched and deeply, terribly aroused. What the hell was wrong with her? Why was she so turned on? Why had she woken up like this? Why had she had a fever, apparently. So Miss G said earlier anyway. She sat on the bed and tried not to think about touching herself again. Her legs were clamped rather firmly together. Only trying not to think about something was deeply futile and before too long she found herself off to find the towel again.<br><br>Five orgasms later she was still horny as hell, maybe even more so, not even starting to into being too sore to think about doing it again and was, likely due to loss of fluids, feeling quite thirsty.<br><br>She had been told not to leave the bed, but she didn't feel wobbly at all, so having returned the towel to the bath she went looking for the kitchen. Once she had that located she set to at raiding the fridge. The milk stood out. Which was, on the whole, odd. She knew what went into milk these days, all the antibiotics and pus and had sworn off the stuff a number of years ago. Only today she had to have it. Couldn't not. She had drained the carton before she really caught on to what she was doing. "Crap." There was no more milk in there. She had run Miss G out of milk. There was however cream, likely for coffee. "No. Bad Nat." Only the craving was on her again and before she could stop herself she had drained that too. Her belly was making strange noises at her and it seemed like it wanted to be filled with some more stuff, foods most likely, more strange cravings were making themselves known.<br><br>Was she pregnant? Nat's eyes went wide, she couldn't be, that took sex with a boy right? The thought though was enough to drive her back from the fridge, the door swinging closed by itself, the cartons for milk and cream left on the counter as she turned and went to find her phone. She could check the internet on that, try to look up her symptoms.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 15:36:54</strong>
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				"Oh, Nat," Livia said to the empty room when she found Nat's secret collection of toys, some of which had clearly been improvised.&nbsp; Livia recalled similar experiments at that age, and how she'd just gone through sets of batteries for her electric toothbrush base.&nbsp; Since Nat lived alone, there wasn't even much of an attempt to hide them and the girl had to know Miss G would see them.&nbsp; No wonder she was so worried.&nbsp; Livia frowned but there was really no way around it save that she never talk to Nat about it.<br><br>Livia pulled a pair of panties on top to hide the toys and shut the drawer.&nbsp; It took less than fifteen minutes to finish gathering the rest of Nat's things, even given the clutter Nat preferred to Livia's much more ordered home.&nbsp; Livia was on the way out when she paused and looked back towards the drawer.&nbsp; <em>You told her it was normal.&nbsp; Prove it.&nbsp; Make her feel better about both things.</em>&nbsp; Nodding in agreement with her inner voice, Livia went back to the drawer and got the little bullet vibrator.&nbsp; The rather realistic dildo she left behind.&nbsp; That would be a little too much.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>"Nat?&nbsp; I'm back," she announced as the door opened.&nbsp; Livia hesitated a few beats, just in case Nat needed to cover up or something, then came inside.&nbsp; She set keys and phone neatly on the table by the door, and took the small two-day bag containing Nat's things with her into the kitchen.&nbsp; "You should have texted me to get some more milk and... cream?"&nbsp; Picking up the container, she shook it to verify it was indeed empty then rinsed both of them out well before depositing them in the trash bin.&nbsp; That was weird.&nbsp; It didn't smell like Nat had brewed coffee or tea, and the cream had been almost full.&nbsp; "Later we'll make a list together and I'll go to the shop," she said and walked into the living area where she found Nat.<br><br>The poor thing looked drawn, tired, like she had just gotten over a nasty bout of flu.&nbsp; Livia smiled at her and felt warmly protective, like she'd do anything to make Nat happy and feel better again.&nbsp; "I got your things," she said and lifted the bag a little bit.&nbsp; "Thank you for trusting me to go into your place and get them, Nat.&nbsp; That means a lot to me. How do you feel?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>23-12-2012, 17:11:26</strong>
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				"I know its stealing from Douglas Adams, but, 'Like a military academy. Bits of me keep passing out.' she offered a weak smile to back up the joke.<br><br>She had been reading about clitomegaly on wikipedia and was trying not to worry about cysts and tumors. It did say in the article that it could just happen later in life with no obvious cause after all. That had to be it right? And she didn't want to go see a doctor about this. At all.<br><br>Though other places she had looked stuff up were talking about excess andogens, male hormones, and how at the first sign of this stuff you should go see a doctor or ob/gyn. She really didn't want to. Anyone poking around down there was going to cause her to, well, cum. A lot, and that was just cripplingly embarrassing.<br><br>She accepted the bag gratefully and set her phone to one side, "I'm okay I think, just still really sensitive and worried." but really -not- wanting to go see a doctor? Nat mentally berated herself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 14:27:12</strong>
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				"I'd be terrified.&nbsp; You're handling this a lot better than I would have at your age.&nbsp; But, then, I wasn't really forced to be as independent like you have.&nbsp; And I'm certainly wasn't as smart.&nbsp; Am not as smart," she corrected with a sincere tone, "as you are.&nbsp; I just have more experience.&nbsp; They're not the same thing."&nbsp; <br><br>Livia sat down bside Nat and put a hand on Nat's bare knee.&nbsp; "Have you felt dizzy or nauseated again?" she asked.&nbsp; "I saw you'd had some milk," and cream but she didn't ask why.&nbsp; Teenagers were weird that way sometimes, almost like pregnant women.&nbsp; Or maybe Nat had grabbed it by accident, poured a glass then poured it down the sink after the first heavy sip.&nbsp; "It's good that you drank something.&nbsp; Dehydration is nothing to mess around with.&nbsp; Would you like something else, or for me to fix you something to eat?"&nbsp; Her hand squeezed Nat's knee.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 18:10:43</strong>
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				"Sorry." Nat offered meekly, "About the milk and the... Cream. I don't know what came over me? I just had to. I think I could do with a glass of water or five though. Which I will get in a minute. I just... I wanted to look up what has been going on with me?" Nat seemed to mentally jump tracks, she did that time to time, "I am terrified. I think I would be a crying shaking mess right now if I didn't feel so horny. I shouldn't tell you that right?" Nat fell back with her eyes shut. "I am ruining your house."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 19:19:21</strong>
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				"You can tell me, Nat.&nbsp; I won't judge you and I won't tell anyone else," Livia said although she mentally added 'except a doctor' to the list if it came to that.&nbsp; But that wasn't really breaking a promise, that was taking care of someone and that was okay.&nbsp; "Tell me what you've found while I get you something to drink," she added and rose to walk into the kitchen.&nbsp; Livia returned soon with a freshly opened bottle Swiss Mountain artesian water.&nbsp; "There's plenty more.&nbsp; I just had them in the pantry since I don't like my water ice cold, but I put several of them in the refrigerator in case you do." <br><br>When Nat reached for the bottle, Livia held onto it, then closed both her hands around Nat's and the bottle.&nbsp; "Do you still feel, um, aroused?&nbsp; Like you need release?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>24-12-2012, 19:25:22</strong>
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				"Yeah." Nat flushed and glanced away quickly, "All the time. Its really weird." She gnawed on her lower lip. "And I'm so sensitive I just go off without any real build up or anything. I mean, I read that if this happens, the enlargement thing? It can and does occur that it drives your libido through the roof. But the sensitivity thing I don't see mentioned anywhere. A lot of stuff can cause it from what I have read. Including the old, 'We don't know, lol, guess you are just a freak.', which is nice."<br><br>Nat sat back up again, "Thanks for the water and bringing me here and letting me stay a few days and grabbing my stuff and listening and not hating me and everything." She offered a weak smile, not quite meeting Livia's gaze, "I... I really appreciate it. Its above and beyond. Way above and way beyond. You are being too nice to me I suspect."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 03:55:25</strong>
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				Did Nat have any idea how sexy chewing her lower lip made her look?&nbsp; Livia doubted it, and that made it all the more erotic.&nbsp; It was like watching an innocent, supremely sexual but unaware of their draw, their appeal.&nbsp; Why hadn't she ever noticed it before?&nbsp; Livia tore here gaze away and focused on Nat's eyes.&nbsp; "You're welcome, Nat.&nbsp; I don't want to hear you talk about hating though.&nbsp; How could I hate you for something you can't control, something that's happening to your body?&nbsp; That would be like hating you for having blue eyes or black hair."<br><br>"Hey," she said and reached out to put a finger under Nat's chin.&nbsp; It gently pulled the girl's head up and towards her own.&nbsp; Livia smiled slowly and ran her thumb along Nat's jawline.&nbsp; "I like being nice to you, Nat.&nbsp; You're deserving of it.&nbsp; Of, well..."&nbsp; Livia paused, her thumb still stroking, then went on.&nbsp; "You deserve to be loved.&nbsp; All of you.&nbsp; Even the parts that are troublesome right now."&nbsp; Livia nodded, then leaned forward and gently kissed Nat on the lips.&nbsp; There was no attempt at parting them, or her own, and it was brief but it was a kiss, lips to lips, and Livia's eyes closed briefly during the touch.<br><br>"How bad is it right now?&nbsp; The, um, arousal?&nbsp; Can I help you with it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 05:14:05</strong>
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				Nat looked like a rabbit caught in headlights as Livia came closer, her mind going a mile a minute. The kiss sort of just happened, causing a deep and abiding shiver to course through her. The kiss ended and a question was asked, but Nat's mind was elsewhere.<br><br>Hands reached up and grabbed at Livia's face, pulled her back into the kiss again, holding her there, Nat's lips sucking on her teachers, tongue teasing the lower of the pair that she had between hers. "Mmmmmm."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>25-12-2012, 19:19:20</strong>
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				Livia's eyes were open wide, and for a moment all she could do was sit there, stunned by the passion Nat was putting into the kiss.&nbsp; Surprise gave way to excitement, and Livia's eyes shut as her entire being went into the kiss.&nbsp; Nat's tongue was tapping, demanding entrance, and Livia parted her lips to allow it in.&nbsp; Nat still tasted of the cream she'd drunk, and her own wonderful flavor.&nbsp; Her tongue was warm, slippery and twined with her own in a dance that needed no words.&nbsp; A hammer blow of arousal socked Livia in the tummy and sank lower, causing a delicious clenching between her thighs.&nbsp; <br><br>Somehow she remembered to breathe, allowing her to continue to kiss Nat more.&nbsp; Somehow she found her hand against the back of Nat's neck and her fingers stroked the almost invisible hairs there, loving how they felt against her fingertips.&nbsp; Livia scooted closer, then drew one of Nat's legs up into her lap and across her thighs.&nbsp; She rested her palm on the bare skin of Nat's inner thigh, halfway between her knee and her panties, and rubbed a tight circle.<br><br>"Nat," she said between kisses, "this is wrong but I don't want to stop."&nbsp; Her hand slid higher.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 01:37:34</strong>
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				"Mmmmmm." It sounded like an affirmative sound, though the reply more consisted of deep and passionate kisses than any form of verbal component. <br><br>The girl's hands slid down from Livia's face, over her shoulders, pulling at her insistently, drawing the pair of them down so the Teacher was laying on her student. This achieved the hands went lower, seeking out and investigating the older woman's backside, kneading and playing. "Mmmmmm." A needy sound, heavy with promise. Nat's legs part before Livia's hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 03:20:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nat, stop," she said between kisses.&nbsp; "Stop," she said, and made it a bit more forceful this time.&nbsp; "Not like this.&nbsp; Not..." Livia sighed and rested her forehead against Nat's. <br><br>"Just, wait a minute.&nbsp; Let's think about this and then do it right, if we...oh, I'm not even going to pretend."&nbsp; She pulled back and looked at Nat.&nbsp; "I want you.&nbsp; I want to kiss you and touch you and show you how a woman loves another woman.&nbsp; And I want to make love to you, Nat.&nbsp; Even if it's so terribly, terribly wrong," she said and looked ashamed.&nbsp; "This could get me in a lot of trouble, Nat.&nbsp; Not you.&nbsp; You're...well, you're innocent.&nbsp; I'm the bad one.&nbsp; But I want to so much, Nat.&nbsp; And I want you to want to as well.&nbsp; Do you understand?&nbsp; Can you let me make it special for you, for the both of us?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 03:26:29</strong>
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				Nat shook her head, "Its not wrong. Not if I want to. Other people can say it is, but it doesn't make them right. At all. What do they know?" Nat offered a smile, "I won't tell anyone. Ever. No matter what. I... Why would you want me though?" There was genuine confusion on Nat's face as well as written into her voice. "I'm kinda acerbic and crap."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 19:47:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Only you would pull acerbic and crap into the same sentence, and make it seem natural."&nbsp; Livia laughed, but it was strained, a sure sign of the conflict inside her.&nbsp; "Nat, no one can know.&nbsp; Not now. Not...ever. It would-"&nbsp; Ruin my life, land me in jail, cost me my job...&nbsp; "We just can't.&nbsp; You know why," she added.&nbsp; "But I want to, and I know you do too.&nbsp; I don't know why, I mean I'm not beautiful like you and I don't have your quirky personality, but I don't care.&nbsp; I don't want to know why you like me.&nbsp; Why you, why you kiss me like you do.&nbsp; I just want it."<br><br>Livia squeezed Nat's hand tightly, then disentangled herself from the girl and drew her to her feet.&nbsp; "Will you do something for me?&nbsp; Will you wait, just a few more hours, and we can do it right?&nbsp; I'd like to make you a nice lunch, and both of us have a bath and feel really pretty, and dress up a little bit.&nbsp; Would that be okay, Nat?&nbsp; I'd like to have a little date with you first, and make it more than mere fumbling on the floor."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 22:48:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat blinked, looked just a little wounded and nodded, "Okay. I'm hungry. I need meat. I can feel it, I'm kinda disgusted with myself how much I am craving tearing into a raw steak. I don't even like steak. Beef, unless its a burger, tends to turn me right off." She nodded, "I'm on board. And I won't say anything. Ever. Though, its going to look odd that I'm staying here right? Really odd?"<br><br>There was a war going on inside Nat, her need for food and water fighting tooth and claw with her need for sexual release. She wanted to jump Livia right there and do all kinds of things to her, needed it, but... Her mind was holding her back, holding her in check. Intellect verses instinct and for now intellect was winning. Just about. She was throbbing fit to burst.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:02:02</strong>
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				"Not for a couple of days," Livia answered.&nbsp; "You'll have to go back to school, but a few days a week we can get away.&nbsp; I'm... I'm supposed to look after you," she said and frowned.&nbsp; Look after, but not seduce.&nbsp; Although, was it seduction when the other party wanted it just as much as you did?&nbsp; Livia shook her head.<br><br>"We'll work it out," she said then rose.&nbsp; "Let's see about getting some food into you.&nbsp; Real food, not just the milk.&nbsp; You know how sometimes you just crave something?&nbsp; Like sailors craved fresh fruit after a voyage?&nbsp; So maybe it's like that.&nbsp; Your body needs something and that's why you're craving it.&nbsp; I'll fix you something."&nbsp; She stopped and looked back at Nat.&nbsp; "Umm, if you can't wait until later for, to, you know.&nbsp; I brought back your little, um, it's in your bag if you need it.&nbsp; I'm sorry.&nbsp; I wasn't snooping but it was in your panty drawer.&nbsp; It's okay if you need to.&nbsp; Just go in the bathroom and I'll give you some privacy."<br><br>Livia smiled uncertainly, then went into the kitchen and started making domestic noises.&nbsp; There was a whoosh sound as the gas lit on the burner, followed shortly by the buzz of meat being seared.&nbsp; The smell of it, rich and dark, permeated the small home.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:13:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat sat on the bed wide eyed for a bit, just trying to process things. She had forgotten about that in the worry over stuff she had been reading about cysts and tumours.<br><br>Miss G had seen her collection of <em>stuff</em>. She had seen and she had put some of it in the bag she had brought with her! Nat glanced at the bag and then down at her own hands. She put the phone to one side and scooted over to the bag, dug in it, clothes, laptop, tablet, bullet vibe, clothes... She closed her eyes for a moment. Yeah, the thing was out of batteries and had been for a week. Nice gesture though.<br><br>"Need a new hiding place." Nat muttered to herself. She stuffed everything back in the bag and headed on bare feet to the kitchen to see if she could help with the cooking. Every step causing a little rubbing between her legs that sent shivers up her spine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>26-12-2012, 23:25:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia sensed Nat coming into the kitchen, but didn't turn around.&nbsp; She was afraid if she did, she'd want to turn off the steak and turn on Nat.<br><br>"I like to sear both sides under high heat, then turn it down to low while it finishes cooking.&nbsp; A friend showed me how to tell if it's done by touching your hand. Here, let me show you."&nbsp; She held her hand out behind her and waited until Nat placed her own in it.&nbsp; Livia drew Nat up against her back.<br><br>"You relax your hand and press your forefinger right here between your thumb and first finger."&nbsp; Livia drew Nat's hand across her belly to touch Livia's relaxed left hand.&nbsp; "Feel it?&nbsp; That's rare.&nbsp; Then you touch your second finger and thumb together," she did so and poked her skin again with Livia's finger, "and that's medium rare.&nbsp; Next finger, and that's medium rare and then the next one is well done."&nbsp; With each level she changed which finger touched her thumb and continued to press Livia's finger into her skin.<br><br>"Close your eyes," she said softly, aware of the soft girl pressed into her back.&nbsp; "Test time.&nbsp; Guess which one this is."&nbsp; Livia smiled though Nat couldn't see it and positioned her fingers so it would feel medium rare.&nbsp; "Go on, which one is it?"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 03:35:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat had been pulled in and found herself not concentrating on the lesson at all. Not in the slightest. She was more interested in the smell of cooking meat, which was maddening and the all too insistent throbbing between her legs, which was nearly driving her out of her mind.<br><br>"Bwa?" She managed, tried to concentrate, "Colonel Mustard? In the study with the candlestick." Nat said quickly, her hand starting to move of its own accord, to explore Livia's belly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 13:32:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The laugh was throaty and not at all unkind.&nbsp; She captured Nat's hand by placing her own atop it, then rubbed it in a slow circle.&nbsp; "Medium rare and I'm impressed with your answer anyway.&nbsp; I didn't know kids today still played Clue.&nbsp; I thought it was all fragging and trophies and looking for ways to make your farm better in Hay Day."&nbsp; Livia moved Nat's hand so the thumb rested just below her belly button, then pressed it in and up firmly.&nbsp; Her breath caught at the firm pressure and she leaned back into Nat a little bit.&nbsp; "That feels so nice," she said.&nbsp; "I'll show you later.&nbsp; It's subtle, but it really feels wonderful."&nbsp; She sighed out a breath then pulled Nat's hand away, raised it to her lips and kissed it.<br><br>"Sit," she said and nodded towards the tiny dinette in the kitchen.&nbsp; <br><br>Almost as soon as Nat sat, Livia put a plate before her, added silverware and a napkin, then slid the steak from the pan out onto the plate.&nbsp; Nat hadn't said how she liked it, so Livia went with medium rare.&nbsp; It should be slightly bloody.&nbsp; "Go on vampire princess," she teased and went to sit the pan aside to cool.&nbsp; "What would you like to drink?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 16:17:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat had pouted over to the chair and sat reluctantly. She was clearly enjoying very much being pressed against Livia and was not impressed that this experience had been forced to end.<br><br>She perked up at the arrival of food though, taking up the offered implements and starting into it straight away, glancing up as she was asked about drink, "Water please?" She gave Miss G a smile, "Thanks. Very much. I... I don't know what's wrong with me." She popped a chunk of meat into her mouth, chewed and swallowed perhaps a little too quickly, "Normally I would find this really nasty. Right now I can't stop myself."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>27-12-2012, 16:36:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Eat as much as you want, and tell me if there's something else you need."&nbsp; Livia got another bottle of spring water and opened it for Nat.&nbsp; This time however she decanted it into a glass before handing it over.<br><br>"Napkin," she admonished, then picked it up and dabbed the corner or Nat's lip to blot up a bit of steak juice.&nbsp; Livia was smiling though, and brushed her fingertips through Nat's hair before setting the napkin down.&nbsp; She took the seat across the dinette and rested her chin on her hands, just watching Nat eat.&nbsp; "I like cooking for you, and I like watching you eat.&nbsp; It makes me feel like I'm being good to you, Nat."<br><br>"When you're done, I want you to go have a bath or shower, a really good one.&nbsp; I'll set out some of your things I'd like you to wear and then I'll have mine.&nbsp; Then..." she trailed off and blushed a little bit but looked excited.&nbsp; "Then." she said again, but made it firmer this time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 16:59:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat wasn't usually the sort who would eat really quickly. Normally she would take her time and savour things. Today however was not a normal day.<br><br>Once the first morsel hit her belly it rumbled for more, then more and yet more. She cleared her plate, was feeling really full and yet her body was still craving food. "You are being good to me." Nat stated belatedly, "Though I am not sure why. I almost certainly don't deserve it." There was something else that needed to be done.<br><br>Shower. Then. Nat smiled, "Shower time now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 20:48:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://dimg.dillards.com/is/image/DillardsZoom/03952280_zi_champagne_black?$c7product$)</div><br><br><br>"Not peeking," Livia called and opened the bathroom door while Nat was in the shower.&nbsp; She sat down a pile of clothes on the edge of the basin then shut it again, making the steam swirl momentarily.&nbsp; For Nat she'd selected a pair of simple grey satin panties, matching bra that even had a little floral work design in white on them, a pair of black slacks and a lattice tie blouse with a black button up front and matching collar.&nbsp; It was almost sheer, but not quite. She hadn't left shoes.&nbsp; <br><br>The lights had been turned down and the shades drawn, giving an almost grey, twilight feel to the home which was accented with a few candles here and there.&nbsp; Livia finished lighting another one and looked from where she was bending down towards Nat.&nbsp; "You look beautiful," Livia said when Nat came out.&nbsp; She blew out the match and stood up.&nbsp; For herself Livia had chosen a trumpet skirt in mustard and a floral print blouse in shades of brown and green to complement it.&nbsp; She sat the match in the candle holder base and walked towards Nat.&nbsp; She took both of the girl's hands in hers and stood at arm's length, smiling.<br><br>"Are you nervous?&nbsp; We don't have to do this."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 21:04:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not if you don't want to!" Nat said quickly.<br><br>Nathalie was feeling in three minds about all of this. She wanted it, needed it and was certain she wouldn't be regretting it in the morning. Only this could land Miss G in trouble, deep, nasty, awful trouble. Not the sex, that wasn't likely to be an issue with any kind of authorities, just the stigma that society had for jumping your students. Then again if her family found out? Yeah. That would be very bad. Her family were collectively right shits. Mix nasty amoral people who were mostly borderline sociopaths and add a large sprinkling of truly staggering amounts of money? If they decided to take offence to such things, which was possible, yeah. Nat was never going to say anything. Ever.<br><br>The clothes that had been picked out were not things that Nat would have chosen for herself. They were dressy and stuff she had mainly for formal occasions. Usually she would wear what she was comfortable in rather than to look good. Her damp hair and general lack of deep down self worth made her doubt the sentiment of her being beautiful. Still it was nice to hear and did buoy her up a bit. Which was nice considering how scared she felt on so many levels.<br><br>She had came three times just from washing herself. Showering by yourself shouldn't do that. Not when you were just out to be clean, not have multiple orgasms.<br><br>She held Livia's hands and tried to look more confident than she felt. "I mean, I would like it. A lot. A lot, a lot. But if you don't want to, if you think its going to hurt you further down the line..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 21:40:40</strong>
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				Livia drew Nat down on the sofa with her and sat on the edge. Their knees were just touching and he continued to hold onto the girl's hands.&nbsp; "I don't know if it will or not, Nat.&nbsp; But then, no one ever knows that.&nbsp; And if we lived worrying about it, we'd never get anywhere or anyone."&nbsp; She smiled reassuringly and squeezed Nat's hands.&nbsp; "I'm going to kiss you now, Nat.&nbsp; Don't move, don't let go of my hands, just let me kiss you.&nbsp; If you let go, I'll take it to mean you want me to stop.&nbsp; Okay?"&nbsp; She waited until Nat agreed then scooted over on the couch.&nbsp; Now their legs slid into one another's so that Nat's knee just brushed the hem of Livia's skirt.&nbsp; <br><br>Placing their joined hands in Nat's lap, Livia leaned forward and with her eyes wide open kissed the side of Nat's mouth.&nbsp; Her lips brushed across the girl's, soft and slow, and then Livia kissed the other side of Nat's mouth.&nbsp; "You smell wonderful," she said, lips tickling Nat's cheek and breath a warm wash across her skin.&nbsp; Continuing her exploration, she kissed along Nat's cheek and to the opening of her ear.&nbsp; Gently taking the bottom of the lobe between her lips, she tugged at it, then bathed the area with her tongue.&nbsp; "So pretty.&nbsp; So nervous.&nbsp; Do you know how lovely that makes you?"&nbsp; Livia drew back then looked at Nat's reaction.<br><br>"Are you okay?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 21:53:41</strong>
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				"Okay." Nat replied, her voice shaky, she was shivering all over, the kisses, light and soft and wonderful, were like little bursts of joy on her skin. When Miss G had teased her earlobe she had nearly creamed her panties there and then. A huge shiver passed all through her and was really quite noticeable. She was so incredibly turned on it oughtn't be allowed. "Really okay. Very okay."<br><br>Nat wanted to turn and just jump Livia, to kiss her all over, tear the clothes off of her and... Well, she had a very good idea what two women would do to each other and needed to find out if those things were actually as much fun in real life as they were in her head and the stories she would read. "Super okay."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 21:55:55</strong>
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				"Good.&nbsp; I'm very happy," Livia said, voice heavy with emotion.&nbsp; "Keep holding my hands," she said and tightened her grip for just a second to remind Nat.&nbsp; "I want you to kiss me now, the same way I kissed you.&nbsp; The same places.&nbsp; Just that and then we'll check on each other again."&nbsp; Livia took a deep breath and let it out, then relaxed her hands and shoulders.&nbsp; "Remember, just let go and stop if it gets too intense, honey."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>28-12-2012, 22:13:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No. Not too intense." If she came, she came, she was so doing this. Twice if she could get away with it. Nat leaned in and kissed each corner of Livia's mouth, then on across her cheek, slowly, taking her time, likely kissing more than Miss G had in fact done, then found her way to the earlobe and took a moment to wet her lips before taking it and sucking on it gently, teasing it with her tongue as she did so.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>29-12-2012, 23:54:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"That's lovely," she sighed and let go of one of Nat's hands.&nbsp; "Just lovely, Nat, like you."&nbsp; Her hand traced up the girl's arm then along the line of her neck before settling onto the back of it.&nbsp; Livia used it to bring Nat's face to hers, and this time the kiss was open mouthed.&nbsp; Passionate, but not frantic, she insinuated her tongue between the girl's lips and explored the luscious interior of Nat's mouth.&nbsp; She tasted of toothpaste and girl and very very faintly of the meal she'd just had.&nbsp; It was a wonderful melange.&nbsp; <br><br>Livia drew Nat's hand up and placed it between her breasts and held it there so Nat could feel her heart.&nbsp; "Do you feel that," she whispered between kisses.&nbsp; "You're doing that to me.&nbsp; You're making my heart beat crazy."&nbsp; Livia kissed the girl again, deeper, then slipped her lips free.&nbsp; "You're so pretty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 00:01:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Mmmm." Nat managed, her mind was overwhelmed with sensation and new things and the insane wonderful horribly horny power of the situation. Plus of course the sheer horn of whatever was going on in her body. That couldn't be discounted or at least wouldn't be if Nat had even a hope of thinking straight.<br><br>She could feel Miss G's heart hammering, her own was going a mile a minute and she could both hear it in her head and feel it throbbing very hard between her legs. "Mmmmm." She murmured again into the kiss, teasing her teacher's tongue with her own a little as it explored, teasing it, playing with it, shivering deeply at the touches at the kiss, at the sheer naughtiness of it all. It couldn't be wrong. Something so good had to be right. Completely, totally right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 02:10:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia left Nat's hand between her breasts and moved her own to the hem of the girl's shirt.&nbsp; In the small gap between the buttons and the tie, where the bottom of Nat's belly was exposed, Livia's fingers whispered across the revealed skin.&nbsp; Then again.&nbsp; Then again.&nbsp; Over and over, feather light and unhurried but deliciously deliberate.&nbsp; Her other hand remained on Nat's neck, not quite holding her but serving as a steadying, reassuring presence.<br><br>"I love how you taste," Livia said then kissed Nat firmly and deeply.&nbsp; It was brief though, and before the girl could fully respond the teacher withdrew her mouth.&nbsp; "I love how your skin feels on your tummy," she whispered, then took Nat's bottom lip between her lips and mumbled it.&nbsp; "I love," she sighed, "all of you.&nbsp; And I'm going to touch and see and taste all of you, Nat.&nbsp; All," she kissed the girl's lips, "of," she kissed again, "you," she finished then drew the bow holding the tails of Nat's shirt loose.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 02:39:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the fingers passed over her belly the muscles underneath tightened up each time and Nat jumped. "Tickle." She managed to mumble quietly, though it wasn't a bad tickle, this was one that caused the throbbing to increase and her breathing to still. She made a little thin humming sound as the finger continued to tease her, still jumping, still causing her halted breath and tightened muscles.<br><br>The words washed over her softly, breaking over her and taking her mind further away. The kiss stole what little she had left, leaving Nat seeking more of it, her own lips moving to try to capture Miss G's.<br><br>Then the little bow was undone and Nat with it. She gasped, watching as her teacher started to undress her, shivered deeply and jumped a little, "Close." She whispered, almost apologetically, "Can't..." A loud gasp and she was twitching and jumping, her whole body reacting to the force of the orgasm Livia had caused in her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 14:58:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia held Nat as she crashed along the waves of her climax.&nbsp; It was so beautiful, awe inspiring to watch and feel and hear Nat's response and to know she'd caused it.&nbsp; And she'd barely touched the young girl at all.&nbsp; Livia was so happy with herself.&nbsp; This was going to be truly special for Nat and a wonderful first time.&nbsp; No shame, no crazy dark emotions, no fumblings.&nbsp; It made Livia wish her own first times, with boys and girls, had been this way instead of the awkward, emotionally and physically painful experiences they'd been.<br><br>"Good, Nat.&nbsp; Oh, you're so lovely when you come," she murmured as her hand slid up Nat's belly and began unbuttoning the shirt from the bottom up.&nbsp; "I wish you could see yourself.&nbsp; See how pretty you are."&nbsp; Her fingers continued their patient work and undid the next few.&nbsp; Livia spread the bottom of the shirt open, exposing all of Nat's tummy from the ribs down, and she splayed her hand across it possessively.&nbsp; "Later I'll make love to you in front of the mirror.&nbsp; Make you watch yourself as you build and build, then hold you as you see the beautiful woman you are when you climax."&nbsp; Livia kissed the side of Nat's neck, sucking just a little bit but not enough to leave a mark as much as she wanted to.<br><br>The teacher continued to unbutton the blouse and soon it was all open.&nbsp; "I'm going to touch your breasts now, Nat.&nbsp; Just touch them, not even under your bra yet.&nbsp; Let me know if I need to stop," she said and moved her hand to knowingly cup Nat's breast.&nbsp; Her hand didn't squeeze or maul, merely held it and she gently stroked her thumb across the front of the encased breast, feeling for Nat's nipple and teasing it through the cloth.&nbsp; "Sometimes my nipples are so sensitive when I'm aroused it almost hurts.&nbsp; It's shivery electric squirmy," she said, "and I feel it shoot down all the way to between my legs.&nbsp; Do you feel that, Nat?"&nbsp; Livia's thumb stroked again.&nbsp; "Tell me how it feels, honey."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 17:09:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat was still experiencing aftershocks as Miss G set to undressing her further, unbuttoning her, undoing her, teasing her, she couldn't speak, couldn't think, she was on the edge again, just hovering on the verge. The promise of orgasm, constant, consistent, insistent, needing, wanting, greedy. She felt wanton and lewd, used and loved all at once, revelling in all of it. She wanted it all and Miss G was promising it to her.<br><br>There was was kissing of her neck, a hand exploring her belly, being held, being undressed, all of it holding her on the edge of pure joy again. Then Miss G found her breast, teased her nipple and she was over again. Juddering once more, her body bucking her eyes wide, then tight shut, lungs gasping for breath in little fits and starts.<br><br>How was this even possible, she was never this sensitive, it was unreal, silly, a little embarrassing, nobody should cum this easily. She could feel her panties soaking wet between her legs, dampness spreading down between the cheeks of her backside to soak into the skirt and then the sofa cushion under her. The thought causing her to flush red with further embarrassment, tensing up as another jolt passed through her.<br><br>Yet, Miss G was enjoying this, loving this, in her element and more than happy to continue. Promising such sweet things that Nat half understood, her mind still a fog of pure joy, the conflicting impulses crowded out by the power of the amazing sensations Livia was releasing in her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 18:16:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia slid Nat's blouse off her shoulders, but left it hanging from both elbows.&nbsp; It didn't quite bind Nat's arms, but it did pull them back, forcing her breasts out and providing what Livia hoped was a wonderful way to feel like she wasn't quite in control, so what happened next wasn't her fault.&nbsp; Warm hands slid up the girl's back and flicked at the clasp holding her bra shut, pulling little hooks from little loops and letting the tension out of the band.&nbsp; Skin slid across skin as Livia moved her hands around the side of Nat's ribs, lightly tickling, then slid them under the warm satin cups of Nat's bra.<br><br>"Oh, they feel so soft, honey," she said and kissed Nat longingly on the lips.&nbsp; "They're just perfect.&nbsp; I want to see."&nbsp; Leaning her head against Nat's neck, Livia pushed her thumbs back and the cups of the bra slid free just enough so that Nat's breasts were on display.&nbsp; Livia slid it down further and now Nat was doubly entwined; the blouse holding her elbows back, the bra pulling against the bottom of her ribs and her pretty young breasts showcased between them.<br><br>"Shhh.&nbsp; Hold still," she whispered and gave a nipple a slow, open mouthed kiss just enough to wet it.&nbsp; Livia then blew across the dampened flesh.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 18:44:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat was still twitching and jumping from the successive cums that Livia had caused in her when she found herself on the edge again, her arms were... Not pinned, but not free exactly, her bra was coming off and she was exposed. Her chest heaved, sucking in great lungfulls of air as her teacher took full advantage of her. "Oh..." She managed, looking down at herself, up at Livia, face flushed, mouth open, eyes wide, breath hot and quick.<br><br>She was being felt up, restricted, her body used, teased, pleasured and it was amazing, wonderful, amazing, fabulous. "Oh..." Lips descending, threatening, claiming her nipple for just a moment, threatening to shove Nat back over the edge into orgasm yet again. Then pulling back, a little sound of regret at the retreat and a loud gasp at the breath of air, right on the raggedy edge again, breath very short, one tiny touch and she would be over again...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2012, 23:29:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The touch came.<br><br>Livia pursed her lips together and set them atop Nat's crinkled nipple.&nbsp; They were wet from kissing and lip gloss and threatened to slide off the proud bit of girl flesh.&nbsp; Livia sucked in her cheeks, lips still pursed, then opened them suddenly just a bit.&nbsp; The action sucked Nat's nipple in and across Livia's firmed lips, squeezing and loving and stimulating it so that the sensation was an utter shock.&nbsp; It didn't so much nudge Nat over the edge as throw the girl screaming off Climax Point.<br><br>Livia's arms clasped the girl tight to her and continued to suck and lick her nipple through the orgasm and after.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 00:08:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat was suddenly clinging tight Livia's head, just a little shy of hurting her. The first orgasm stole over her, claiming her fast and holding her in its grip, while her teacher continued the stimulation that caused it, pushing her to another, then another, each one crashing into her and combining into a massive tsunami of pure pleasure.<br><br>Letting go of Miss G's head Nat fell back onto the sofa behind her, eyes wide, body convulsing strongly, hand seeking something to hold on to, to grasp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 00:15:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Nat came back to herself, she was cradled in Livia's lap on the couch.&nbsp; The teacher had pulled a light throw over the girl's torso and lap, and was slowly brushing Nat's hair with her fingers.&nbsp; She looked worried but also very pleased.&nbsp; "Hi," she said and continued to smooth Nat's hair, brushing a tendril of it away from her forehead.&nbsp; "You've got to be exhausted.&nbsp; I don't know that I've ever had that many orgasms in a day, much less one right after the other.&nbsp; The last one was pretty intense, wasn't it?"&nbsp; She smiled and rested the palm of her hand on Nat's cheek.&nbsp; "Shh, it's okay honey.&nbsp; We're going to stop now and let you rest.&nbsp; You just close your eyes and take a little nap and I'll stay right here.&nbsp; We'll talk later."&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 02:13:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I, what? But... Stop? I can keep going." Nat protested, her voice determined, "It was... Strong, but I was... I should make you..." She searched for the words, "You... I..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 04:22:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"We can do that later," Livia promised.&nbsp; "Don't be headstrong about this, honey.&nbsp; I'm fine, and knowing I made you feel this good is all I wanted.&nbsp; All I ever wished I'd had my first time, Nat," she said a little sadly.&nbsp; For a bit Livia just sat, stroking Nat's hair and looking off into the room.&nbsp; "Now hush you," she suddenly said.&nbsp; "Just close those pretty eyes and let me hold you while you sleep.&nbsp; When you wake up, we can do something else.&nbsp; Okay?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 18:49:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I..." Nat gave her a very slightly reproachful look, she really did want to do more, now, but this hyper sensitivity was maddening and she didn't know if she was being touched that it wouldn't just be a case of her constantly 'going off' over and again. Yet she so wanted to help her lover experience just a little of what she just had. Wanted to explore and play and touch and lick and taste.<br><br>The words sank in completely and Nat caught on to the 'something else' did Livia not want to do this stuff with her anymore? Her heart sank, 'O... Okay." She tried hard not to sound defeated. She was tired, curling up and sleeping would be easy...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 01:27:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Nat woke, she was still on the couch with Livia.&nbsp; There was a faint, rhythmic sound and a little looking around revealed it was her teacher.&nbsp; Livia was fast asleep, one hand still holding Nat, but the other propped on the side of the couch with her head pillowed awkwardly on it.&nbsp; Livia's mouth was slightly open and she was...snoring.&nbsp; Just faintly, but it was a snore nonetheless.&nbsp; Beneath her eyelids there was rapid, side to side movement in little jerks.&nbsp; Livia was deep in REM and had no idea Nat was awake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 01:36:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat was feeling a little less, well, on the edge of needing to jump someone sometime yesterday. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep but that hot hard need inside of her was still there just slightly lessened. She needed to pee quite badly though.<br><br>She rose slowly and carefully and padded on silent feet to the bathroom, pulled up her skirt, down her still damp panties and peed. When she wiped this time things were more normal, still sensitive, but nowhere near what things had been. It was somewhat of a relief. She had been feeling more than a little guilty and embarrassed at how easy it was for Livia to get her off. Not at the time, she was beyond thinking like that that then, but since waking up. That and she had really wanted to turn the tables.<br><br>She left the underwear off, putting them in the bath with the other stuff she had soiled from before and headed to her bag to find some fresh ones. This taken care of she took her tablet and headed back to the living room and sat in the armchair across from the couch. Firing up the little computer she noted it had been about three hours. She was tired, but not overly so, not enough to fall asleep again certainly. She sat in the chair with her legs folded up under her and read, occasionally looking up at Livia and smiling to herself.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 02:30:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A sudden banging at the door stopped one of Livia's cute little snores and turned it into a startled snort.&nbsp; She sat up, wincing at the pain in her neck, then looked around.&nbsp; "Nat?"<br><br>Someone banged on the door again.&nbsp; <br><br>Livia saw Nat sitting in the chair across from the couch, so it wasn't her.&nbsp; "Who on Earth?" she wondered then stood up.&nbsp; A quick glance showed nothing out of place, no panties or anything to hint what they'd been doing, and Livia hurriedly fixed her hair on the way to the door.&nbsp; "Whomever it is, I'll send them off, Nat.&nbsp; Just keep reading," she reassured the girl.<br><br>"Where's my gum!"&nbsp; Forstner demanded, his own hair unkempt and a day's worth of patchy stubble on his jowls.&nbsp; He tried to open the door further than Livia had cracked it, but she pushed it back.<br><br>"Dr. Forstner?&nbsp; What are you doing here?&nbsp; Stop pushing," Livia said.<br><br>"I want my gum!&nbsp; I know you took it, Livia." Forstner shoved hard enough to knock Livia backwards and she windmilled her arms to catch herself from falling.&nbsp; Forstner pushed on through into the living room and turned to face her.&nbsp; "I saw the security tapes," he accused.<br><br>"Get out, Forstner," Livia said and stepped around him to be between the crazed doctor and her charge.&nbsp; "I'll reimburse you for the gum, but get out of my home.&nbsp; You're scaring me."<br><br>"I don't want any gum, I want my gum," he demanded.&nbsp; "It's...where is it?"<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 02:55:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat heard the exchange start, placed the tablet to once side and unfolded herself to her full, unimpressive and unimposing height and stalked out to just around the corner. Peeking around she was just in time to see Miss G shoved backwards.<br><br>She was dumbstruck for a few moments, then moving, around the corner she levelled a finger at Forstner, "You are Trespassing. You will leave immediately or I will call the police and report you for unlawful entry, assault and being a right nasty bastard." Her blood was up and she wasn't really thinking straight, she moved straight to Livia and set about helping her up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 03:15:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Call them," Forstner sneered at the slight girl.&nbsp; "I'd be happy to show them that your precious little mentor there stole research material out of my office.&nbsp; I have it on DVD," he said and pulled a jewel case from the breast pocket of his blazer.&nbsp; "Now where's my gum!"<br><br>"Research material?&nbsp; You're mistaken.&nbsp; Just, wait a minute, Dr. Forstner."&nbsp; Livia was grateful for Nat's help, but she quickly took the girl's arm and pulled her out of the way.&nbsp; Livia turned her back on Forstner and spoke quietly and firmly to Nat.&nbsp; "Nat, listen to me and don't argue.&nbsp; Go into my room, shut and lock the door, and don't come out until I say so.&nbsp; If you hear anything bad, call the police.&nbsp; Do you understand?"&nbsp; Livia squeezed Nat's upper arm almost painfully.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 03:33:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat frowned, gnawed a little on her lip and was about to protest when Livia squeezed her arm, she understood and nodded though she really didn't appear happy about it. She headed straight for the bed room and did as she had been instructed before going to the bathroom to look for a glass to listen with. She needed to hear what was being said out there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 11:58:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"-unacceptable display, especially in front of her," Livia said, voice almost strident.&nbsp; "How dare you barge in here and frighten her."<br><br>"I dare how I damned well please, Livia," Forstner shot back. "I have this hanging over your head."&nbsp; This was probably the DVD but it was impossible to tell through the door.<br><br>"If a package of gum is that important to you, here."&nbsp; <br><br>"What?&nbsp; This is Juicy Fruit!"&nbsp; Forstner sounded disgusted.&nbsp; "Where's my gum, the package on my desk?"<br><br>"For God's sake.&nbsp; It's just gum," Livia argued.&nbsp; "Take it and get out.&nbsp; Or don't and I'll buy you whatever kind you like tomorrow, but get out."<br><br>"I want my gum.&nbsp; It's-" his voice dropped so Nat couldn't hear anything.<br><br>"You son of a bitch!"&nbsp; Livia's voice was quite audible.&nbsp; "You arrogant, dangerous son of a bitch!&nbsp; How could you!&nbsp; Is that why she's not been feeling well?"<br><br>"There are side effects?"&nbsp; Forstner suddenly changed from angry to interested.&nbsp; "Can you describe them?&nbsp; What is the duration and when was onset?&nbsp; Gave you noticed any cognitive improvement?"<br><br>"Get out.&nbsp; Get out and pray I don't haul your ass in front of the ethics board. Get out!"&nbsp; Livia's voice raised to a shout and shortly there was a slam of the door followed by the clunk of the lock going home.&nbsp; Then silence.<br><br>"Nat?&nbsp; It's okay to come out now," Livia's voice called, sounding tired.&nbsp; She was sitting on the edge of the couch with her head in both hands, rubbing at it in small motions.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 17:18:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat emerged from the room and wandered over next to Livia, her hands behind her back. She stood there feeling kinda small and meek, "What did I do?" It seemed she had misunderstood things and was under the impression that what was happening was something to do with her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 20:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing, honey," Livia said into her hands.&nbsp; "You," she stressed the word, "didn't do anything.&nbsp; Something was done to you."&nbsp; Livia looked up, a stricken expression in her eyes.&nbsp; "Nat, I'm so sorry.&nbsp; I'm so so so sorry."&nbsp; She choked on the last words then stood up and folded the girl into a desperate hug and sobbed helplessly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 21:13:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat was there in moments, holding Livia, hugging her, "What? What is this? What's going on? What are you sorry for?" Something had been done to her, and she wasn't sure she was all that upset about it, "I... If this is about earlier, I don't want you to be sorry. Not ever. That was... Amazing and I..." She felt the tears welling, rolling down her face, her chest hitching, couldn't go on.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 13:39:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This wasn't right.&nbsp; Now Nat was crying too and Livia was just making things worse.&nbsp; She was supposed to be looking out for Nat, taking care of her.&nbsp; It was time to get it together.&nbsp; Later, after Nat was asleep, Livia could go into the bathroom and shut the door and hold a folded over towel to her face and let this go.&nbsp; She sniffed back her bawling and blinked hard a few times.&nbsp; That made a few more tears spill out of her eyes, but she didn't free a hand up to let them go.&nbsp; Right now it was important to hold onto Nat.<br><br>To be her rock.<br><br>"You shush that silliness now," she said and pulled Nat tighter into her arms.&nbsp; "This has nothing to do with earlier.&nbsp; I'm not sorry about that at all and I won't ever forget it.&nbsp; Not ever, Nat.&nbsp; That was sweet and beautiful, just like you and I'm going to do it again later to prove it to you.&nbsp; You deserve loving, Nat, and to feel good about your body and your sexuality.&nbsp; Not...hide it or be ashamed."&nbsp; The tone of Livia's voice suggested a very personal battle with the topic.<br><br>"Honey, I need to tell you something," she said.&nbsp; "Dr. Forstner, he's done a bad thing.&nbsp; A real bad thing and I sort of did too.&nbsp; You remember that gum I gave you?&nbsp; Forstner put something in it.&nbsp; An experimental drug."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 16:55:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat had snuggled into the embrace, feeling a massive sense of relief at the admission that it hadn't been earlier that Miss G was upset about. Not thinking about what it could be otherwise until...<br><br>"Something? Something what? What did..." Her fever, her collapse, the increased need and sensitivity... The enlarged clit?<br><br>Nat sat back, her eyes wide, her face wet and shining, not yet angry, just dumbfounded "What the fuck? What did he do? What is happening to me?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 17:32:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know," Livia said and gathered up Nat's hands, unwilling to let the girl go.&nbsp; "Not exactly.&nbsp; It's all genetics and such."&nbsp; Truly she didn't understand it all, and was too worried to even try. <br><br>"Nat, you're smarter than I am about this.&nbsp; Maybe you'll understand and we can figure out what to do together.&nbsp; Forstner said he took some DNA from a lizard.&nbsp; A pathetic, no, a parthogenetic lizard.&nbsp; Something about them being all females, no males in the species.&nbsp; Like bees?&nbsp; No. Anyway, he took its DNA, just a little bit of it, and took out what he called a gene switch.&nbsp; Like a light switch.&nbsp; It's supposed to turn on a gene that helps with memory.&nbsp; But only in girls&nbsp; He put it in the gum," she said glumly.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 17:37:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Parthenogenesis?" Nat frowned, "Wait, with a gene switch? My DNA is being re-written? What the fuck? That's outrageous! I'm not... I'm not me anymore. I'm..." She sagged completely, just boneless on the sofa, "I'm a freak. I'm not human. I'm part lizard. I'm one of those people that David Ike goes on and on about." She was just droning, a stream of consciousness. "I am going to grow a tail and start to lay eggs."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 00:23:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You stop that right now," Livia said firmly.&nbsp; "That's enough.&nbsp; Honest, Nat, where do you come up with this fancy?"&nbsp; She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, calming down.&nbsp; "We don't know that anything is happening, other than you had a fever.&nbsp; That's gone now, right?"&nbsp; When Nat nodded Livia went on.&nbsp; "Fever is how your body fights off infection, I know I heard that on television or something.&nbsp; It's natural.&nbsp; It's good. Probably what happened was your body knew that the DNA was there and didn't belong.&nbsp; It was fighting it off."<br><br>"You know, I always feel a bit fevery after a flu shot.&nbsp; That's the same thing, right?&nbsp; You're going to be fine," Livia promised.&nbsp; "And Nat?&nbsp; If did grow a tail, it'd be the cutest one ever.&nbsp; You'd so be the envy of that animation or animanic club on campus."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 00:49:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Don't." Nat said quietly, "The flu shot. They put mercury and aluminium and all kinds of heavy metals in that stuff. Plus you get the flu anyway a lot of the time." She still hadn't glanced up, "What if all the sensitivity and the, you know, enlarged bit, and the weird cravings are due to this gum? What if I wake up tomorrow and I want to eat raw crickets and suck the liquid out of eggs?" She let a breath out through her nose, "What if I wake up tomorrow and I have a forked tongue and I have reptile eyes?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 13:34:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Honey, it's okay to be scared," Livia said in a compassionate tone Nat knew so well from past discussion.&nbsp; "I would be.&nbsp; I'd just be a mess right now and want to cry and scream and shake at all the same time.&nbsp; That just means you're normal, you're a normal girl," she added.&nbsp; "And if you do, I'll still love you, Nat.&nbsp; And if you don't, I'll still love you."<br><br>"I'm going to go to Neuchâtel.&nbsp; The university there has a large research committee that is part of the Swiss National Science Foundation.&nbsp; Someone there has to be able to give us some help, or tell us what to expect.&nbsp; Did you want to stay here at my home or go back to your suite at school while I'm gone?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 17:03:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... I'll stay here? Its quieter. If I went back to the school I would have someone show up at my door wanting me to help them with something or listen to them bitch about what so and so did and use 'like' every other sentence or even every other word. It would be extremely weary." Nat blinked a few times, "Hey, ah, if this thing is infectious, you were close to me when I had the fever and you all like kissed me and stuff?" She glanced away looking guilty, "You could have this too, it could happen to you as well."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 17:34:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nothing's going to happen to me, Nat," Livia promised.&nbsp; "Because nothing is really happening to you.&nbsp; You had a fever and it's gone now.&nbsp; And I don't see any scales so I think that worry is gone too," she said.&nbsp; "And I enjoyed kissing you, and stuff, very much.&nbsp; I want to do it again, and more, but right now I need to see about arranging how to get to Neuchâtel.&nbsp; Can you help me?&nbsp; You're clever with things on the internet."&nbsp; Livia went to her purse and came back with her bank card.&nbsp; "Use this.&nbsp; See if you can get me there today.&nbsp; Even if it's overnight.&nbsp; I want to get you an answer."<br><br>She pressed the card into Nat's hands.&nbsp; "Do you have the gum still?&nbsp; I should take it too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>04-01-2013, 17:48:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its..." Nat thought for a few moments, what had she done with it, "Oh, it was still good, like, had flavour left? So I, ah, I wrapped it back in its paper and put it in my jacket pocket.&nbsp; The right one, on the outside?" She seemed embarrassed by this, saving gum, gum wasn't worth anything after all. "Did you want to fly or take the train?"<br><br>Still looking and sounding subdued Nat headed to the bedroom and retrieved her laptop, "Oh, what's your wireless password? I could crack it only it would take a while and its easier to ask."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 03:46:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's 1234567890," she said, following Nat into the bedroom and then pulling a very small overnight bag down from the top closet shelf.&nbsp; "That was fortunate, you saving the gum, Nat.&nbsp; I'll put it in a baggie and take it with me."&nbsp; She put a pair of pyjama bottoms, a cami top, clean panties and a bra into the bag then added some flats.&nbsp; Miss G picked out a simple slacks based outfit, carefully rolled it like a sausage to keep it from wrinkling and added it to the bag as well.<br><br>"Train," she said after thinking.&nbsp; "If the weather changes, a plane might have to divert or something.&nbsp; I don't want to end up in Belgium outrunning a storm and leave you here alone.&nbsp; Not any longer than I have to."<br><br>On her way to the bathroom to pack toiletries, she stopped by Nat and stroked her hair for a minute or so, watching the girl negotiate the internet with ease.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 04:08:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Belgium's nice." Nat spoke up, "Plus, they are one of the only countries in the world without a government. Gotta love that." She glanced up at the hand, nuzzling at the touch like a cat would for a moment and then back at the screen. "You want to go soonest? How long will a cab take from here? There a train going in an hour and quarter. You are sure I can stay here? I mean, I might hold a sexy party while you are gone and wreck the joint..."<br><br>Nat set about ordering a universal train ticket for Miss G using Nat's own credit card information. She was blowed if the poor woman was going to go out of her way like this for her and have to be out of pocket for it. Besides, her family could afford it. Her father would just pay the bill without even looking at it. He always did. Not that it usually amounted to much. Well, no, that was a lie. He didn't pay it, his secretary did it for him. Her had had better things to do most of the time.<br><br>She sent the tickets to Livia's printer, "I printed tickets, they are good anytime there and back. First class, you have a complimentary meal and stuff."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 04:18:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Livia winced but didn't say anything about the ticket.&nbsp; Of course Nat would book it first class.&nbsp; Money didn't quite mean nothing to her, but her family wielded it like a casual hammer and saw every problem as a nail.&nbsp; Well, she'd just have to hold off putting anything in savings this month if the bill was too much.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll make it," she said firmly, tucking the tickets inside her handbag and picking up the overnight one in the same hand.&nbsp; "I know you're being you, Nat, but no parties.&nbsp; No alcohol, no friends over," that at least wouldn't be a worry, "and don't go out.&nbsp; Only open the door if you order something in and make sure it's not Forstner."&nbsp; She frowned.&nbsp; "I'll figure this out, Nat.&nbsp; You're okay.&nbsp; I promise that."&nbsp; Livia gave the girl a one-armed hug and kissed the side of her head, then turned and left.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 04:29:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat watched Livia walk out and put the laptop reverently to one side, slid off the sofa and charged after her teacher, grabbing her from behind in a wild attack hug.<br><br>"Hey. You are not allowed to leave before the hugging. This is not permitted. At all." Nat chided. "And I was joking. Course I won't have any parties. I wouldn't know how. I am not about to open the door at all. I will be quiet and secretive and hide under the bed if anyone shows up at all until they go away."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 04:53:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bag and purse tumbled to the floor and Livia wrapped Nat on both arms.&nbsp; The feel of her, the scent of her body and hair, were already something Livia missed. Nat just felt like she belonged, like part of Livia, the part that was too often denied or only wistfully read about.&nbsp; "I love you, Nat," she said quietly.&nbsp; "Not just as my charge, but in the deepest way possible.&nbsp; Don't be scared by that.&nbsp; I love you," she repeated then let go and gathered her bags.<br><br>This time she left for real, her heart squeezed tight in her chest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 05:09:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The door closed and Nat was left there for several minutes just staring at the door, more than a little stunned. "You love me? But I'm a mess. And... I think lately I am turning into a lizard." She swallowed wiped at a tear that she realized was rolling down her cheek and sucked on her lips for a few moments. "I... I think I might love you too? Only I don't... I don't know... How you know? And you are gone and I can't ask you."<br><br>Nat's head snapped up, she bounced up and down twice and then bounced into the living room, "But you receive e-mail on your phone and I can ask questions that won't give the game away! For I am not entirely stupid."<br><br>She brought up her e-mail account then shook her head, set up her VPN, connecting to the internet via an IP address in Romania and set up a new E-mail account 'strangemessofagirl@gmail.com' and set up a new message to Livia.<br><br>Subject line - Hello, this is your old friend from England you haven't see in a while<br><br>Body - Hey, I know you haven't seen me in a while and all, but I was just talking to someone who told me that they love me. It was wonderful and strange and exciting, only I have no experience with these things and I want to understand how I would know if I love them too. Because I think I might.<br><br><br>XO<br><br>SMOAG.<br><br><br>After hitting send Nat sat back and worried. This would give Livia some plausible deniability if it ever came down to a situation where she needed it, yet it was still a stupid risk and she shouldn't have done it.<br><br>"Sorry future Miss G. I didn't mean to ruin your life." Nat was tingling all over and feeling... So many different things at once. "I don't know how I am going to sleep tonight. And I am talking to myself again..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 16:03:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To:&nbsp; 'Strange Mess of a Girl' strangemessofagirl@gmail.com<br>From:&nbsp; 'Livia Gerstner' lgerstner@apple.com<br>Subj:&nbsp; I Miss You Too<br>----------------------------------<br>Nat,<br><br>Sounds like you're feeling absolutely normal.&nbsp; I know that distresses you more than being told you're loved.&nbsp; I'm so happy that you found it to be wonderful and strange and exciting, especially strange.&nbsp; That tells me no one has ever said 'I Love You' before and meant it in that way.&nbsp; It makes it special.&nbsp; I don't know how to tell you if you love them or not.&nbsp; It's so emotional for me, not based on reason, and that's hard to put in a box.&nbsp; I'd tell you to go slow and not try to pin it down like a butterfly in an insect collection.&nbsp; Just let it wash through you, through your heart, and if you do love them, like they do you, it will just come out one day.&nbsp; You won't expect it, but it will and it will make their heart melt.<br><br>The train is very nice!&nbsp; You should see me living it up in first class like a princess.&nbsp; <br><br>I Love You, Nat.<br><br>Livia<br><br>P.S.&nbsp; Stay out of my iTunes!&nbsp; <br><br>----------------------------------<br><br>Livia hit send and leaned back against the almost sumptuous seat.&nbsp; Outside the windows, the stunning scenery rushed past but she kept seeing Nat's face as a hauntingly lovely reflection on the glass.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 18:41:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat frowned at the e-mail. Miss G had put in 'Nat' she wasn't getting the idea of being able to later say, 'No, that was just a discussion between myself and a friend, nothing to do with that student I kidnapped and kept at my apartment for a while and fucked liberally with a variety of techniques and toys some of which were improvised from household objects...'<br><br>Okay, so that didn't quite sound like Miss G, but it did make her smile more than she was willing to admit.<br><br>If she kept writing to Miss G though it could land the woman in trouble later and she didn't want that. At all. Ever. She was so torn. She wanted very badly to just keep sending messages back and forth, but if Livia wasn't picking up on the idea -not- to be obvious out things it could screw her royally later.<br><br>Rising Nat paced the room. Miss G deserved her messages, but it could bite her later. Hard. She owed it to Miss G to protect her and so she couldn't write to her.<br><br>"Fuck!" Nat's legs sagged out from under her and she sat down hard on the bedroom rug. "Want to talk to her. Can't." Yeah, it could be interpreted as a friendly 'I love you' only it also couldn't and it was likely given the other evidence that it wouldn't be. At all. If it ever came to that.<br><br>"Have to keep this secret. Can't write back. Mustn't. Shouldn't. Won't. Need something to keep my mind off of it. Its not going to work."<br><br>Setting herself to reading for a while Nat's thoughts kept coming back to Livia and how she wanted to send more-mails, the words she was reading forgotten, whole pages read then re-read over as she hadn't really taken it it.<br><br>"Can't." Nat stated. "Need something to do." He bounced up off of the bed, Miss G's bed, the bed where... No. "Need something to do." She stated again. She could tidy? Clean? Yes. Yes she could. She would.<br><br>An hour or two later she had cleaned and tidied just about everything in the place she could reach and some things she couldn't. Laying on the living room floor Nat stared at the ceiling and tried not to think about E-mailing her teacher. Which was just making things far, far worse.<br><br>"Bollocks." Nat muttered to herself. "I'm in love. How did that happen?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>05-01-2013, 21:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"What?&nbsp; No, I'm in a train," she said, one finger to the ear opposite her cell phone.&nbsp; The train was quiet inside, but reception was a bit wonky.<br><br>"Why are you going to those idiots at the SNSF?" It was Forstner.&nbsp; "They wouldn't even understand the importance of my research.&nbsp; And where's the gum? I want it back."<br><br>"You're not getting it back, I told you.&nbsp; And I'm going to them to get some help for Nat."&nbsp; Livia looked out the window and saw her worried reflection peering back.<br><br>"What are you going to tell them?" he demanded.&nbsp; "You better not bring my name into this, Gerstner!"<br><br>"I don't know," she said honestly.&nbsp; "I don't want them poking at Nat, but I want to know if, if what she, if she's okay."<br><br>There was a long silence.&nbsp; "What are the side effects?"<br><br>"I didn't say anything about side effects," Livia argued.<br><br>"Oh yes you did.&nbsp; Don't play with me, woman.&nbsp; I'm smarter than you.&nbsp; Something's going on with her that you're upset about.&nbsp; What is it?&nbsp; Memory loss?&nbsp; Synesthesia?&nbsp; Mood swings?"<br><br>"She's fine," Livia said.&nbsp; "Now, I'm hanging up.&nbsp; Good-bye," she said then felt stupid.&nbsp; Forstner didn't deserve the courtesy.<br><br>"Don't you hang up on me!"&nbsp; He swore at the dead line then sat and brooded.&nbsp; Wait, Livia said she was on a train.&nbsp; Nothing about the girl.&nbsp; Stupid!&nbsp; They thought he was so stupid.&nbsp; Forstner grabbed his coat and walked briskly out of the office.<br><br><hr><br>There was a knock at Livia's door.&nbsp; "Miss Morgan? I know you're in there.&nbsp; It's Dr. Forstner.&nbsp; I have something that will help with the problems you're feeling.&nbsp; Are you there?"<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>06-01-2013, 00:52:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nat was still in the bedroom, she had all the lights off and was, till then, just laying quietly on the bed reading her tablet.<br><br>The knock at the door and the familiar and unwelcome voice, its nasal whiny intonation grating across her synapses, caused her heart to leap into her throat. No. She was not in and she was not answering the door. She was suddenly very glad Livia had put the idea in her head that the old bastard might call round again and she had kept the lights off. She took her stuff and stuffed it under the bed, then followed it. It was dusty down there, and it was, to be fair, unlikely the man would break his way in, but it felt safer.<br><br>A big part of her knew this was kinda silly that it wouldn't fool anyone for very long, but it was more about her comfort anyway right? There were a pair of spare comforters under there and she pulled them around herself and lay behind them. She could see out by anyone looking under the bed would have a near impossible time spotting her without moving stuff about. Her stuff was next to her by her feet, she was curled up to take up the minimum of space. Still she was going to be uncomfortable if she had to stay here like this very long.<br><br>But what could Forstner do anyway? Nat reflected as she lay there listening. She would give it fifteen minutes then go clean the dust off of herself and go back to reading on the bed. This was just silly paranoia. She was being a little girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Branwen</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 03:43:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knocked again, then again, but went away after several minutes.&nbsp; Unfortunately just about the time Nat was feeling almost ready to come out from under the bed, Forstner returned.<br><br>With a key.<br><br>It had taken him a quarter of an hour and fifty Euro to obtain one, but obtain one he had.&nbsp; He let himself in Livia's home and shut the door behind him.&nbsp; The key settling in the ceramic dish on Livia's entry way table was very, very loud.&nbsp; Forstner stood there for a bit, looking around the place, then went and quickly began checking closets and behind the couch and popped his head in the shower and even drug the curtain back.&nbsp; <br><br>All the obvious hiding places.<br><br>His feet came into view in the bedroom.&nbsp; Nat could see where the inside of his left shoe was worn.&nbsp; Forstner pronated when he walked.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Of Phenomena and Futas - Who Would You Tell?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 16:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Nathalie had been about to give up and come out, she really had. She had been thinking about heading out, hailing a cab and finding a really cheap motel room, one that didn't require ID and would take cash up front for a few days...<br><br>Then a key in the lock, her heart had leapt! Miss G was back! But no, not Livia, not her footsteps, and she wouldn't be searching the place like... Shit.<br><br>Nat pulled the comforters in closer around her, she could just see out of a tiny gap when the feet appeared. She was breathing silently though her nose. her brain going a mile a minute. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Piss off. I'm not here. You can see that. Go away you wanker. My family are going to kill you! They will hire a man and you will die mysteriously in your sleep! Go the fuck away you stupid bastard!
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