Chasing a Waterfall Ch. 05

With her now gone, Michelle turned to Cass and Eve and inquired, "She gets horny before her period?"

They both laughed a bit. "We all get kind of horny just before your period.," Eve replied nonchalantly. "

"Well, maybe not all of us," Cass added. "You know, it's kind of around the time that PMS gets to be bearable."

"You start feeling better, and then no sooner and you're leaking like an old faucet," Eve chimed in.

"Well, Mary Jane is a bit different," Cass replied in a low voice. "She's really, well horny throughout her pmsing."

"The whole time, and I think it gets even worse at the end," Eve giggled. "She's still moody and bitchy, but needy as well."

"Honestly, it's a bit strange," Eve chimed in again.

"How is that even possible?" Michelle inquired aloud. Most of the time when she was going through this, she usually wasn't thinking about sex at all. It really was one of the furthest things from her mind.

"Well at least I'm not while I'm actually having my period," Mary Jane responded. All of them had missed her return. Looking over at Cass and Eve, they really didn't have much of a come back.

No sooner had Mary Jane returned and the food laid out over the dining room table. After, a movie order on On-Demand video.

Only a few minutes in Michelle began to feel different. She was cramping. "These are the pre period cramps," she thought. A sense of dread filled her. Her back ache was ever increasing as well. She was getting a bit of a dizzy feeling. Her face felt flushed. She had debated about sneaking into the bathroom and slipping on a liner, but had decided against it. It usually took most of the day before her flow started. She could worry about it before she went to sleep tonight, not until.

The girls each grabbed a plate and took their meal over to by the television. Cass and Eve sat on the sofa together with Mary Jane and Michelle in chairs. Michelle watched on as the other girls downed their meals, while she simply played with it. She moved the beef and salad around the plate with her fork with only a few bites between.

Mary Jane took notice. "Are you... okay?" Cass and Eve now were looking over as well. Placing their plates down on the coffee table, they looked over with looks of concern.

"I'm fine," she numbly stated.

"Michelle?" Eve asked, a bit of strain in her voice.

Michelle felt deadened all over. Her cramps had just started, not even twenty minutes ago and she already felt dampness between her legs. At first she had tried to excuse it as possible a bit of vaginal sweat, but she knew better. This was not how it was supposed to happen. She was too early. This was not the way it happened. She felt confused above all. It was literally like she was in 5th grade again and had begun her period for the first time in science class. The very thought drove an intense shudder through her.

"It's a fucking week early," she whispered.

Cass and Eve didn't get it at first, but Mary Jane did. Turning to her Michelle she bit her lips, a consoling look on her face. "Are you actually, well you know?" Looking down at the area between her legs, a bit embarrassed, she quickly glanced away.

"I think so." A long pause as Michelle shifted in her chair. "I'm kind of warm and wet." MJ gave her a questioning look. "I know it's not in a good kind of way," she corrected herself. She looked away.

A hand went to her wrist and she coiled back until she saw that it was Mary Jane. A warm and knowing smile traced her lips. "I need a bathroom break. Care to join me?"

Michelle had been embarrassed. She felt a bit like she was in junior high again. Eve and Cass had found it entertaining, and this annoyed Michelle all the more. So the two of them had ended up leaving the two women to watch TV, while they stepped out for the time being.

Michelle had thought they were going back to her bathroom, and was a bit startled when she stopped at Cass and Eve's bedroom. She had been lost in thought. Unbelievably this had gone from one of the best days; she was now with Helena... to this! They didn't go into together, one went in and the other stayed outside.

Mary Jane had offered her a tampon, and Michelle had taken it. She hadn't been in the mood to walk all the way back to her own bathroom to get one, and that would have defeated the purpose anyhow.

When Mary Jane emerged for the bathroom a few minutes after her she had inquired with curiosity, "I thought your period was running down?"

"I thought it was to," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I was a day late anyway."

With that said, Michelle found herself back in the living room with Mary Jane, Cass and Eve all watching Inception on the television screen. She got a bit teary. A growing feeling of contentment taking hold, she may be having an unexpectedly, early period but at least she had good friends.

Chapter 5, Part 3: "So I was Thinking..."

Michelle felt better for the first time in about four days. An early period had put a cramp in her life in both the literal and figurative. No longer did she feel like a bloated, rushing and at times leaky mess. The headache and backache were gone. The worst of it had been the night before when she had some rather intense cramping for her, enough so to reach for multiple tablets of Advil throughout the night.

Come to think of it, this had been her worst period in as long as she could remember. It wasn't that the length or rate of her flow had increased, but rather that she had more symptoms than usually. Usually, the only typical symptoms she had were some mild cramping at the beginning and end of her period with a bit of a backache at times.

It didn't really matter, however. Her period was over, well mostly. Her flow was still light, very light, though not quite spotting. Still, after a long relaxing shower this morning, she was jovial to be over the worst of it. A light tampon and she had forgotten about it.

About an hour later she had caught the bus to school. Even though it was a Saturday, she had a study group session for her American History 216 class. A class that had been a bit more difficult than she had original imagined because it consisted of nothing more than a midterm, final and research paper. She still remembered getting the syllabus on the first day. It had horrified her when she saw that the class had only two exams and a paper. In the past she had taken other history courses that they unusually had either three or four well placed exams over the course of the semester. Still, she had been determined to stick it out.

Her persistence had paid off. She had done well on her midterm, getting an A-, which was not bad for a professor who routinely gave C and D grades. The class average was a low B, so this had given her a lift in confidence. Her paper had been on the history of economic depressions within the United States. The paper had mostly been done over the course of two consecutive weekends with about a month of research prior. Still, she had felt confident going in, and had been a bit disappointed to get her 40 page paper back with a grade of a B.

This left her with needing to ace the final exam, which accounted for 75% of the total. The paper had been twenty, and the midterm the other five percent. A bit panicked at this point, she began attending weekly study sessions for the final exam that had begun the last week of November and lasted from 1pm to 5pm in the afternoon. For the most part she had been faithful, missing only one. That had been last Saturday when the girls had talked in into spending a day at the mall instead of spending the day on campus.

Luckily for her, most of the material from the week before had been covered again this week. The focus had been on American following the Great Depression and stopping at the Vietnam War.

For the most part everything had gone as planned. She had arrived early and taken her seat in a medium size lecture hall of about a 120 seats fanning back more than a dozen rows. Her choice in clothing for that afternoon had been blue jeans, as usual and a baby blue tee-shirt that showed off her bust a bit much, so went in the bathroom just before the study sit in had begun. She quickly slipped off the shirt and threw it in her backpack. Two items of clothing came out next. The one that went on first was a white form fitting shirt. This was covered by a long sleeve, green cashmere knit sweater.

Returning to class a little over ten minutes later she found that she was just in time. Taking her seat, the TA, a tall man of about six feet six, a bald black man in his mid twenties went through a series of power points. She shifted in her seat and inwardly she groaned. She despised PowerPoint presentations. They were so boring. So utterly meaningless with such a limited application of information, it was little more than the most basic summaries of information in bulleted format. On the positive side, the black guy was kind of cute.

What, however, caught her eye about thirty minutes into the study session and just as her hand was beginning to cramp for the first time was the girl a to her left who was a role down, toward the wall. Michelle was seated in the middle column, to the left, two rows from the bottom.

Michelle saw an Asian girl of about twenty, a few years younger than herself. She wore a black gown. Her hair was jet black was pulled back and she had just a hint of blue eye liner, which highlighted the most gorgeous brow eyes. Her frame was petite and she guessed her measurements were as well. What caught her eye was not her beauty, but rather that she seemed lonely even though she was surrounded by her friends.

A growing sensation at the pit of her stomach began to manifest. Her bra began to get a bit tight. Michelle was a bit staggered. This was of course rather typical, just as her period was winding down; she usually got in the mood. Today was one of those days. She only hoped that her period would be over by Monday.

Onward, the class went. Off went the slide show presentation and up came the blackboard. Their TA wrote of a series of topics that were essential to the "periods." He should have written events. Michelle laughed a bit to herself at the choice of wording.

On and on it continued. Her hand began to fall asleep again, her back was getting stiff and she was in need of a restroom visit. At the class two hour mark class recessed and she made her way down the hall, but came upon a full bathroom. Exiting, she headed down two flights of stairs and after a bit of searching found another restroom.

Entering she saw beige tiles, a line of sinks and a long mirror and in back were four chrome silver stalls. Making her way in the first one, she exited just as quickly. "Gross" was her only thought. Her next choice proved better, the stall at the far end, closest to the wall with a closed door. Taking her time, she managed to eventually sit on the toilet. After relieving her swollen bladder she decided it was as good a time as any and changed the tampon. It pleased her to see that very little blood had been collected.

Straightening up in front of the mirror after her washing her hands, she eventually gathered her things. Making her way up to sets of stairs, she entered just as the study session was set to resume.

Surprisingly, no sooner had they got started again and it was over. The second half had ended early. Only an hour in and they had finished the material planned for the day. Deciding not to sit around and chat, she made her way out. Unexpectedly, she did not miss the bus, but was on time.

Climbing up the steps, she flashed her student ID and made her way to the back. Stopping about midway, she took a seat. A bit nervous as three teenage males that looked like wannabee gang members were seated at the back of the bus. A chill went down her as one of them; the white guy with the shaved head gave her a smile. It was a bit too territorial. She returned a brief smile and ever so carefully looked away. Much to her relief a series of girls, who looked to be freshmen, got on at the next stop before they left campus.

About an hour later, she got off a block away from her apartment. A few minutes later she was unlocking the door to their apartment. Entering, she saw that Eve was in the kitchen and was a bit astonished to see her back so soon. Astonished might not have been the best word choice, she looked uneasy.

For her part, Michelle noticed nothing at first. Eve had on long sleeve heather gray shorts and a navy blue shirt. She had a bag of potato chips in hand. Only than did Michelle realize that Eve was making little attempt to turn around and greet her.

"You're home early?"

Michelle had originally planned and staying a little while after the study session ended. Well, that had been the plan that she had told Eve about the evening before.

"The class got out early, what are you to up to?"

A bit of a flush came to Eve's face. She avoided eye contact with Michelle, putting the chips down on the counter and walking back into the kitchen. Over by the refrigerator, and mostly ignoring her, Michelle came further in. Turning, and working quickly, she pulled two sodas. Shutting the door, she placed them onto the counter next to the potato chips.

"So where is Cass?"

A bit of a coy smile came over Eve's face. "She's resting."

Michelle gave pause to the words and then after taking a second glance at her she realized her mistake. It was obvious that they had been getting intimate and that she had disturbed them. This would explain Eve's attempt at avoidance.

Michelle felt a need to get out and take a long walk for a while to give them their privacy. She still felt guilty about having spied on them that one night a few weeks back. She hesitated though, a bit intrigued by what she saw. Eve had a bulge in her shorts. The kind of guy gets when he sporting some major wood.

"What have you... is that a... between your legs?" Michelle stumbled.

Turning her head around, she looked as if she half expected Cass to emerge from the bedroom any moment. When she didn't several seconds later, she moved forward and they both moved out of the kitchen and over by the foyer.

"What do you think it is?" Eve coyly smiled.

"I have an idea," Michelle responded. "I want to have a peak too."

"Are you crazy?"

Eve pushed down on the material of her shorts, and it became all too obvious what it was. Michelle could not help but blush.

"No, I'm just curious." A very long and pregnant pause filled the air. "I've never really seen one of them before."

Eve thought about it ever so briefly and then moved passed her. Walking into the laundry, Michelle followed in behind her but kept her space.

Carefully and with great slowness, Eve rolled down her shorts in front to give her a view. Michelle's mouth opened. It wasn't really what she anticipated. She expected to see a panty harness with a dildo sticking out. Her landing strip was fully exposed. The dildo like toy was coming up from down under. A black, well sculpted phallic shaped.

Michelle was at a loss for words. "What the fuck?" she said, a bit too loudly.

"Shh!" hissed Eve.

"Sorry." Still, looking at the device, Michelle continued, "I don't get it, how is that even possible?"

"Here," she whispered. Moving her shorts down a bit more, she saw that the phallic shaped, dildo was somehow inserted into her vagina. "My PC muscles provide the support that keeps Mr. happy in place." A widening smile traced her lips.

Michelle wanted to touch it, but overcame her need to do so. It looked so smooth. It seemed to be calling out to her. A sensation of needing to be penetrated was rising as well. Damn this. What the fuck was she thinking? She needed to clear her head.

"I hope that you don't want me to give you a demonstration?"

Taking a step back, Michelle said, "No." That would be just too weird and Helena if she ever found out would dump her sorry ass on the spot.

Eve pulled her shorts back into position, and humorously, adjusted her cock like a guy. "Good, now if you don't mind, I've got some business to attend to."

Walking past, Michelle stopped her dead in her tracks with, "That would be fun to try with Ella."

Eve spun on her feet, "Wait, seriously?"

Michelle bit her lip a little and partial lied, "Well, no. I mean it sounds interesting, but I'm not trying into that kind of thing anymore." It had been a bit of a lie. As arousing as it may be, the device looked awkward and a bit scary. "To each her own," Michelle silently mused.

Eve soon realized that she had misread her. She had thought Michelle was talking about the two of them. Still, it wasn't hard to see why. Michelle seemed to be openly flirting with her at times, and to her discredit Eve really she had been just as flirtatious back.

"Tell you what; I'm going to step out for a while," Michelle grimaced. "I'll let you get back to doing whatever it is that you are doing," Michelle nervously laughed.

"You don't have to; why not just go back into your bedroom for a bit?"

"No, I think getting out for a while would do me some good." In truth, Michelle had no idea what to do or where to go, but she needed to get out of the situation and think.

"I'll can text you when were done," Eve added.

Having her wait for a moment, she went back into the kitchen; coming back she tossed her Cass's keys to the Civic. "At least take the car, I don't like the idea of you riding the bus at all hours."

"Good idea," Michelle responded. Michelle really wasn't going to argue with her that it wasn't that late. It was getting dark though, maybe she had a point.

With that she was out the door. An idea than came into motion and she sent Helena a message. Getting a favorable reply, she made her way down the long corridor, the stairs and out into the parking lot. In back, a good distance was the garages. Opening the door, she slid in the car. Turning it on, she backed out. Making her way out of the parking lot, she found her mind preoccupied with thoughts of Helena. The townhouse where she was living was a good twenty minute drive.

Not unsurprisingly, she made it in less than fifteen minutes. Pulling into her drive, she let herself out and locked the door behind her. Mary Jane, the older sister was out on a date with another guy, and this gave her some quality free time alone with Helena.

Coming up to what she could only be described as a suburban brownstone. Four apartments side by side, two stories high, and made of a mix of stone and brick. Walking onto the steps, she barely had knocked when Helena open the door and almost dragged her inside.

"So, how are you girl?" Helena smiled.

It sent a shiver down Michelle, the good kind. It probably didn't hurt that she was wearing a blue dress, one that barely came past her luscious ass. Her long legs ever present below, though she was barefoot. Her brunet, almost raven hair (now) was tightly combed and flowing down her back. Looped rings adored her ears, silver ones. Helena's posture was to the side, giving Michelle a glimpse of her hips. Her breasts were as predominate and alluring as ever. Following behind, she couldn't help but follow her butt as it swayed from side to side.

Turning around just before they were fully into the living room, Helena jumped into Michelle's arms, and they exchanged a long kiss. Seconds quickly became minutes with her lips tightly pressed up against each other. As expected, Michelle felt Helena's tongue enter her mouth and dance around a bit. Her fingers dropped from cupping her face and fell to her back. Pulling back ever so briefly, they smiled at one another before pressing their lips together again.

It felt so good to Michelle. Helena's lips were so soft, and her breath inviting with a trace of lemon mint in her mouth. Michelle's heart was beginning to beat more rapidly. Her bra was quickly becoming confining. A subtle warmness could be felt throughout her body. An intense throb was beginning to grow between her legs.