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                         That's what Friends are for

                    by Black Squirrel (January 9th, 1998)
                            (f/f, qs, mast, grim?)


Janet  was  sitting  at  her  desk  and  listened to the soft music of Loreena
McKennitt.  Before  her  a  number  of  books  piled  up  -  all  more or less
interesting  dissertations of psychology. While she softly hummed to the songs
she  took  notes  about  the  history  and  development  of  modern methods of
treatment. The topic was of full interest to her but she grew tired of reading
the  same  facts written by different authors over and over again. So her mind
strayed  away  more  and  more  often  until  she finally gave up and shut her
exercise-book. Just at this moment the phone rang.

"Janet?  This  is  Wendy. Would you like to come over and have some coffee? Or
are you too busy?"

Janet  grew  excited with the sound of her friend's voice. "Of course I come,"
Janet  answered  immediately.  "You  just picked the right time to call. I was
really getting bored by all this reading."

"Fine. See you later then."

Janet  hung  up  the  phone  and got herself ready. She changed into some nice
looking outfit and gave her hair an extra dress-up. Wendy was a good friend of
her  since  she was ten years old. They had shared all the years of growing up
and  never  lost  contact. When Wendy's parents died in a plane accident three
years  ago  they  had  come  closer  even more. She had inherited quite a good
amount  of  money  from them, more than she could spend, but it didn't make up
for the love they had given her.

Janet  had  been eighteen years old when she realized that she loved Wendy. By
that  time  she  had had relationships with some boys but never found one that
really  pleased  her.  When she finally became aware of her true feelings, she
didn't  dare  to  tell  it  Wendy.  What would she think if she confessed this
desire to her?

Her  heart  was  beating  faster  when she set off to her friends house at the
other side of the small town. She opened the small iron gate and walked up the
small  path to the door. Then she rang the doorbell. Just a moment later Wendy
opened  and  smiled at  her. She stood 5'4'', had long curly blonde hair and a
slender  body.  Her  face was cute and the shining blue eyes always showed her
mischievous  temper. Janet's heart couldn't help but missing a beat every time
she met her.

"Janet!  Come  in!  The  coffee's  just  ready." She gestured her to enter the
hallway and closed the door. Then she led the way to the expensively furnished
living-room  where  a pot full of steaming coffee had been put onto the table.
They took their seats on opposite sides of it.

"You  look  really nice today," Wendy said while filling their cups. "Maybe we
should go to town tonight. The guys will just get crazy!"

"Yeah,  maybe."  Janet took her cup and sipped the hot drink. "Or maybe not. I
don't think, I'm in the mood for this now."

They  talked about two hours. Wendy was interested by Janet's college lectures
although  she didn't understand much of the topics. Janet just enjoyed talking
to  her  and soon they switched to fashion, television series and movies. Then
suddenly  a  beeping  noise  interrupted  their conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry,"
Wendy said. "I seem to have received some mail."

She  stood  up  and went over to her computer. She switched on the monitor and
began  to  fiddle  around  with  the  mouse.  Janet never quite understood the
computer  technology or the fascination Wendy saw in it. But then she rose too
and  went  to  her  friend.  She  stopped  standing  behind  her  and   looked
incidentally over her shoulder at the monitor.

Many  cryptic  messages  appeared  and  vanished while Wendy swiftly moved the
mouse  cursor  around. It all went so fast that she couldn't make head or tail
of  it.  Then  she  froze  when  a  sentence  caught  her eye. "In no time the
quicksand  entrapped  me  up  to my ample breasts," said the letters and Janet
intented  to continue reading but Wendy just skipped this message by one click
of her finger. She couldn't help but let out a disappointed sigh.

"What is it?" Wendy asked and turned around in her chair.

"I  -  I  was just wondering about the topic you're discussing on," she said a
bit embarrassed.

Wendy  smiled.  "It  may  seem  a  bit  odd to you. This group is dedicated to
quicksand  and  deep  mud  lovers.  This  one  was  a  first-hand  report of a
successful  sink."  She  looked  into  Janet's  face  and seemed to understand
immediately what was going on. "Did you like what you read?"

"Well  ...  I  -  It's  just  ..."  she  stammered, unable to express her true
feelings.

"Hey, don't worry. It's okay. I like it to be in quicksand or mud. And judging
by your expression I would say, it doesn't leave you untouched, does it?"

"Wendy,  I  -  Well  ...  Alright. I admit it. But isn't it weird to feel like
that?"

Wendy shrugged. "Why? It's just fun. Tell me. Didn't you play in muddy puddles
or  similar  when you were a kid?" Janet nodded. "You see! By that time you of
course  didn't  know  about  sexual  arousal.  You just did what made you feel
good."  She  looked  at  her  best friend who seemed to be completely puzzled.
"Come  on,  Jan. Sit down here and read some of the mails I recently received.
And maybe you'd like to see some pictures, too."

"You mean you've got photos of ..."

"...  people  sinking,  yeah.  Just  let me show you how to use this program."
Wendy  made  room for Janet to sit down and watched her, while she - slowly at
first  but more and more confident - browsed through some of the messages. She
could tell by the expression on her face that she was getting excited.

"I  never  thought,  there were so much people interested in this," Janet said
quietly. "Would you mind to show me the photos?"

Finally  Janet had seen the whole collection of Wendy's quicksand and deep mud
scans.  Then  Wendy led her to a shelf near the television and showed her some
self-made  tapes  featuring  herself  sinking  in  quicksand. Janet watched in
fascination  while Wendy silently packed some equipment into her big knapsack.
After that she turned back to her friend.

"You seem to like it, don't you?"

Janet  turned  around  with  a  start  -  her  pretty  face  was  blushed with
excitement.  "Yes,  definitely,"  she  said with short breath. "Who took these
shots?"

"I mounted three cameras around this spot," Wendy explained. "Later I just cut
together  the scenes and copied them." Wendy smiled slyly. "How about a visit?
Would you like to see that place?"

"Oh, yes," she replied, almost shouting. "Where is it? Is it far?"

Wendy  grinned.  "No,  just  'bout  half  an hour car ride. Come on, then. The
weather's  fine  and  it's still pretty early." She shut down the computer and
switched  it  off.  Less  than  fifteen  minutes later they set off in Wendy's
flame-red  sports  convertible.  It was a fast ride over the long winding road
leading  into  the  woodland. When they reached a muddy path Wendy stopped the
car  and  pulled up alongside. "Well, here we are," she announced. "Just a few
hundred  feet  down  this track and we made it. You maybe better take off your
nice  clothes. They may get ragged or stained in the forest." She took a black
bikini  out of her knapsack and reached it to her. "Put it on. It won't hinder
you in the woods like your outfit would."

At  first  Janet stared at the swim-suit as if she didn't know what to do with
it.  But then she started to undress, making sure that nobody was near to see,
and put on the bikini. "I'm ready," she said.

"Let's  go, then." Wendy left the car and led the way down the muddy path into
the woods. She felt the warm ooze suck at her feet with every step and enjoyed
it  squeezing through her toes. When they had entered the forest she made sure
Janet  went  a  few feet ahead of her. "Look over there," she said after a few
minutes.  "That's  the  place.  Do  you  see it?" She stretched out an arm and
pointed forward.

"Yes,  there  seems  to  be a clearing. We're almost there." Janet hurried her
pace  and  Wendy  sneaked off the trail into the undergrowth. "Yes, I remember
this  place  from the video," Janet said when she reached the small round open
space  in the forest. "But where's the pit? I can't see it." When there was no
answer she turned around. "Wendy?"

She looked around but there was no trace of her friend. "Wen? Where are you?"

"I'm  coming," a voice from the woods said. "Just go on a few steps more. Then
you'll see it."

Janet  smiled  and turned around. But when she had walked to the middle of the
clearing still no signs of the quicksand pit showed up. "Wendy? Where is it? I
still don't-"

She  broke  off  short  when  she  realized  that  the ground beneath her feet
suddenly felt more moist. She looked down and saw her feet sticking ankle-deep
in  soft  wet  sand.  Startled  she tried to step back but her feet refused to
lift.  They  went down into the sand instead and soon she was buried up to her
shins.  "Wendy!  Help  me!"  she  called.  "I  found  it  but  I'm stuck!" She
desperately tried to free herself but only succeeded in sinking deeper another
few  inches.  Still  no  answer  from her friend. "Wendy, please!" she called.
"Help me out of this! I'm sinking!" Again and again she tugged at her legs but
the quaking mire showed no intent of letting her go ever again. She felt panic
rising  inside her when the tender sand rose over her knee-caps. Her legs were
firmly  stuck  in  the quicksand now and she rocked back and forth in a futile
attempt  to  loosen  the  sand  around her thighs. That is, the mire of course
loosened  but  it  only  helped  her downward motion. When the wet grip of the
quicksand reached up to her hips she felt a tingling sensation in her stomach.
Slowly  she settled deeper, the mire rising over the panties of her bikini and
trickling  through the fine fabric. She could feel its moist touch against her
crotch  and for a moment she forgot the danger she was in. With a sensual moan
she slid one of her hands into the quicksand and into her panties. A soft moan
escaped  her  lips  when she touched her wet regions and felt the sand pouring
in. Slowly she moved her fingers in a way only she could do and threw back her
head in excitement. Her soft rocking motions buried her deeper and deeper into
the  soft  warm yet inescapable grip of the quicksand but she didn't notice at
the  moment.  Her  fingers  below  the surface and the tight embrace drove her
crazy. Her other hand slid over her breasts and finally put off her bikini top
to  reveal  her  hard  nipples.  She caressed herself with sensual motions and
enjoyed  the feeling of being sucked down into the quicksand. It wasn't before
the mire engulfed her breasts when she noticed that she couldn't move anymore.
Her  arms  were  stuck in the wet grip and her shoulders just disappeared into
the  pit.  Now  that  her  mind cleared a bit she noticed that she got herself
trapped  to  no escape. "Oh, shit," she whispered to herself when she felt her
continuous  descending.  "What have I ... Wendy?" she asked again, not able to
shout anymore.

"I'm here, honey," a voice said. Then her best friend stepped out of the woods
onto  the clearing. She was completely naked and stepped up to the edge of the
quaking pit.

"Wendy!  Please!  I  can't  move! My arms are stuck! Help me out of here!" She
struggled  to  free  herself  but instantly sunk two more inches again. "Shit!
Help me! I'm still sinking!"

Wendy  smiled.  "Yes, you are," she said softly. "Just don't move too hard and
enjoy  the  feeling."  And  to  Janet's  horror  she took a few steps more and
started sinking, too.

"No! Wendy! What are you doing? We'll never get out of here!"

"Do  trust  me,  hon," Wendy said smiling. "I know what I'm doing." Slowly she
pumped  her  legs  up  and  down to settle deeper into the mire. Her wonderful
shaped body gradually moved forward to the middle of the pit, where her friend
was stuck.

Janet  watched  the  well  shaped  legs slowly descending before her until the
hairy  triangle of her friend's lower regions softly tickled her face. Her own
fingers  began moving again and her arousal took over. Tenderly she kissed the
skin  of  Wendy's belly as it went down in front of her face. The hands of her
friend  touched  her  cheeks  and stroked her long black hair. Finally Wendy's
breasts  were  level with her face and she kissed them passionately - eager to
feel  as  much  as possible of them before they were sucked under and gone for
good.  Finally  their eyes met and Wendy, who had held her arms over the mire,
ran  a finger down over Janet's moist and demanding lips. The girl desperately
sucked at it but Wendy pulled it slowly away. Instead she let it slip down her
neck  and pushed it down to touch the submerged skin of her breasts. Her other
arm slid down Janet's back and she pulled close to kiss her friend. Their lips
met with the hot fire burning inside their bodies. Their moans intensified the
longer  the  embrace lasted. Janet still couldn't move but she felt secure and
taken care of in the presence of her best friend. The quicksand however didn't
care for her feelings but sucked at the two girls and pulled them deeper until
their  necks  disappeared.  When  the wet sand touched her chin Janet climaxed
with  such  power  that  she  nearly  fainted. Wendy broke the edge just a few
moments  later  and their screams mixed in a weird sound of joy and lust. Time
after time they climaxed, forcing themselves deeper and deeper into the deadly
grip of the quicksand.

When  their  fire  finally  ceased they kissed exhaustedly and then their lips
separated.  They  were  up to their chins in the slowly rippling mire and both
truly trapped to immobility. "Wendy ... I have to tell you something."

"What is it, honey?" Wendy asked, still enjoying Janet's body in her embrace.

Janet hesitated. "I never had the courage to tell you, but I love you. I don't
mean you just being a friend to me. I really /love/ you. I - I'm sorry, if I-"

"Shsh  ..."  Wendy hissed and gave her a brief kiss. "It's okay, honey. I feel
the  same  for  you."  When  Janet's eyes opened in surprise she continued. "I
always  knew  that you didn't really enjoy the time you spent with boys. But I
thought  you should get yourself clear about your feelings. I'm happy that you
finally told me."

"You  and  me,  trapped helplessly in quicksand and yet I'm happy," Janet said
passionately.  "Oh,  it  feels  so  good.  How can I ever pay back to what you
showed to me today?"

Wendy laughed softly. "Don't worry. That's what friends are for."

At  this moment Janet recognized that the quicksand just had reached her lower
lip. "Wendy! I think it's time we got out of this now. I'm still sinking."

"Uh ... It might be hard now. We're mired really deep. I can't move."

"But  ..."  Janet's  eyes  widened  in fear. "You said, you knew what you were
doing."

Wendy grinned. "Maybe I lied?"

                               To be continued?