One with the Wind by Jane Livingston

room. There were so many students about. Nick noticed the door to the editing room was open. “Okay, hold on a sec.” He entered the editing room, kicked the door shut and sat heavily on one of the plastic chairs. “All right, go on,” he said with his hand in his pants. “Start from the beginning.”
                “Well, Wendy and I started drinking schnapps, we started talking about sex. I think she is a real lesbian, because she has no interest in guys” she whispered and looked over at Wendy to make sure she was still asleep. “Then we started making out, but her kisses were nothing like yours and her tongue had a different texture. It was weird. I didn’t know tongues had different textures.”
                “No commentary please!” Nick urged as he rubbed himself. “Just the facts.”
                Josie giggled. “Okay, she then started to feel me up—my breasts.”
                “Did she suck your nipple?” Nick questioned urgently.
                “Yes,” she lied. “She spilled schnapps on my pussy and spread it around my lips with her fingers.”
                “Oh God!” he muttered, stroking harder.
                “She sucked my nipple hard until it was bright red and then she slid her hand down my pants and played with my pussy until it got slopping wet,” Josie continued. Hearing Nick groan deeply on the other side of the phone, aroused Josie and she placed her hands between her legs. “Then she munched on my pussy and sucked my clitoris. I was going crazy with passion, so she shoved my vibrator inside me and fucked me hard with it until I came in a massive orgasm.”
                Josie listened to the phone and all she could hear was distant grunting and heavy breathing. “Nick? Nick?” And then she heard his phone drop to the floor. “Nick?” she whispered, looking at Wendy.
                “Yeah,” he muttered.
                “Are you okay?” she asked.
                “Wait, let me pull up my pants.” He pulled up his pants and held the phone to his face. “Next time you decide to do that, give me some fair warning, will ya?”
                Josie giggled. “I don’t know about that; it’s part of the excitement.” She paused and said, “It actually wasn’t as good as all that, I miss you. Do you think I can lure you up here next weekend?”
                “That would be a definite probability,” Nick replied, still panting heavily.
     
                The drive up to Cornell on Saturday morning was beautiful. The sun shone through the newly budded trees, and blossoms delicately scattered along the road. Nick didn’t care about the scenery; he wanted Josie now. He sped down the road as fast as he could but before he knew it, a cop car flashed behind him. “Ah shit.” He pulled over to the side of the road and wound down his window.
                The tough male state patrol cop strode casually up to Nick’s window and peered inside. “License and registration.”
                Nick obeyed without protest. “I’m sorry officer. My girlfriend at Cornell called me a few days ago and confided the intimate details of her lesbian encounter with her roommate. I can’t get the image out of my mind, and, well, I’m kind of in a hurry to get there, if you know what I mean.”
                The male cop looked at Nick and handed him his license and registration. “Good God! And it’s taken you several days to get up there! Kid, I have heard many excuses for speeding, but this takes the prize.” He leaned inside Nick’s window. “Slow down a bit, you want to make sure you get to your girlfriend in one piece.”
                Nick watched through his rear view mirror as the cop pulled onto the highway and drove away. He couldn’t believe his luck; he had no intention of talking himself out