A/N: This story is a FemSlash! and with have some strictly adult scenes. I have just finished the outline for this story and have decided to go in a bit more complex direction, so to speak. Trying something different with changes in point of view, but don't fret my pretty fangbangers, the story will remain fun and fleshy. Lots of Lemons and Lots of Love!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Seriously. So don't try to sue me. Rights to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball solely.


Vampires! Witches! Lesbians! Oh My! by Alicia Strange

Chapter 2: Women Know What Women Want


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I know it's been a while
But I'm glad you came
And I've been thinking 'bout
How you say my name
You got my body spinning
Like a hurricane
And it feels like
You got me going insane
And I can't get enough
So let me get it up

-"Break The Ice" by Britney Spears

Pam's Point of View (as if you couldn't guess)

Heat. Overwhelming heat.

I felt surprisingly warm, almost human when she claimed my cool mouth as her own, hot luscious lips and tongue rolling and swirling and teasing eagerly the moist well of sweetness from my mouth. Her taste was not uncommon to a fine vamp like me. Tangy and viable, reminding me of a time so long ago, yet I was in no way repulsed from her essence of life. And even if I was, I wouldn't have minded for a moment. Dear Abby didn't permit me to do so, for it was "unacceptable and demeaning to start something without finishing it".

Don't ask me why I was currently ravishing this young and very wet witch. I hated witches, yet, here I was. The sex was great. Amelia was a very eager and voyeuristic lover, and had all of the qualities I like in a woman. Tall, lean, enough breasts for two women her size, and unavoidably eccentric blue eyes. Now, mind you, my eyes are as icy as a blade reflecting a snow-topped mountain, yet, there was something unmistakably gripping about those glowing sapphires. She had no idea what changing would do to the vibrancy of those jewels, and I hoped she wouldn't.

Currently, those eyes were stabbing mine in a mental fuck while she used her soft hands to reach below my waist, searching for a very tropical jungle of light brown hair. I shook my head and grabbed her hand, forcing her arm above her head so I could scoot down slowly, so very slowly, to her own damp cave, and inhaled the sweet scent that was all womanly love. Over hundreds of years, that scent had been imprinted in my mind, yet still, it changed with every woman, but always remained simply intoxicating. And the taste of said juice was so delicious that it rivaled my insatiable hunger for blood.

She cried out so desperately for me to stimulate that engorged pink nub that twitched with anticipation of my rough tongue. I had waited to do this strictly for the entertainment of myself. Watching a sexually repressed woman begging for a release was my favorite thing in the world and I couldn't help but cause her pain. She had suffered plenty tonight, waiting me to get here from Fangtastia and the more time she had to wait, the more she hated me for it.

I smiled mischievously at her pained expression, allowing the tip of my tongue to brush ever so slightly on her clit, enticing a suddenly jerk in her legs and arch of her back. I used my hand to push her forcefully back down on the bed and shook my head disapprovingly.

"Amelia, you must have patience. Believe me, my witch, you shall have your release, in fact, I plan on making you come more than you've ever had in your life," I chanted, lifting my head from her legs for but a moment, meeting her needy face past that silky soft stomach which moved radically with each breath. She let out a frustrated sigh and a raspy "Yes! Please," before urging me to continue. I shifted my view from her sprawled out body to the delicately soft folds that were dripping with desire. I licked my lips before brushing them against her lower ones and managed to breathe, "Oh, to be between a maiden's legs," then, launched my thirsting mouth to her overflowing folds, lapping up the juices that dripped only for me.

As a vampire I am very aware of all that is around me; the smells, the sights, the sounds, yet, the bare flesh of the witch before me was enough to distract me from my surroundings. I heard her car rolling into the driveway, her unlocking the door, and her entering the bathroom. I was most positive she had no idea I was here, especially since she'd seen very little of me or Eric for weeks, and I assumed my little telepathic friend would choose to relieve her mundane problems with a hot bath. However, I never expected her to travel up the stairs and wait anxiously behind the door, peeking through the opening.

Her fear was apparent, yet I sensed more confidence and anger in her actions. Stupid girl, thinking she could actually sneak up on us. I knew she must have read Amelia's thoughts, which probably consisted of pain and wanting, assuming she was in danger, when really, Sookie was the one who was in danger of becoming my next "victim".

I watched in amusement (still stroking Amelia's drenched pussy) as Sookie burst through the door, pulling a match from her side with impressive speed for a human, lighting the little toothpick of wood, and aiming it in my direction. Her face quickly shifted from an intense look of fear and vengeance, to a horrified and shocked expression that would have been worth recording and sending to one of those "funny" video television shows. I was sure I'd get whatever trifle prize they could give, but really, what would a vamp do with a trip to Fuji?

Her subtle blue eyes took in the scene before her, eyes sweeping over my soft skin and translucent complexion as well as Amelia's sweat covered body and erratic movement of her hips and arms. I had to take advantage of this moment, for teasing Sookie was my third favorite thing to do. Number one, well, I was doing that already, and number two, was teasing Eric. Yet, now, I will have even more to pain Eric with. The fact that Sookie joined in a lesbian threesome with his favorite vamp and witch, before willingly yielding to her blood-bonded. Oh, I could just taste the look of complete jealousy and anger in his face.

I smiled sexily into what Amelia named my "cat who ate the canary" smile, and set my sights on this delectable little blond birdie. "Are you enjoying the show?".

Her eyes locked on mine, full of so much intensity and knowing. It amused me how she was acting. I was sure she would have screamed and ran out of the room, yelling something like, "Pam! Amelia! In my house?", but no, she remained here, in that tight pink fuzzy robe that concealed the tanned silky skin that covered her head to toe. I had already seen her breasts, which were magnificent (really, I thought Eric was bragging) but, I had yet to venture downtown, so to speak. And the way she was looking at me, well, I knew she was just as curious as I was.

As she continued to stare down at us in shock, Amelia was using her hands to push me back into her legs, obviously unaware of her roommate watching us. I lapped her wetness a few more times before using my fingers to thrust into her warm tunnel of love, slowly at first, then with tremendous speed, while my mouth found her left breast and I latched onto her swollen nipple, using my fangs to tease her tips. With one eye on my witch and the other on Sookie, I opened my mouth fully and bit down oh Amelia's bountiful breast, allowing the sweetness of her magical blood to flow freely into my mouth and veins. I even granted myself to be messy, leaving a streak of her blood drip eagerly down the side of her chest.

Amelia had no more control over her body and arched up to me willingly, shouting out my name in ecstasy (another thing I love), her lower muscles in a frenzy, and then collapsed forcefully on her bed, eyes still shut tight from exhaustion. I couldn't wait for her reaction to Sookie watching her come. A woman's face while coming was the most beautiful thing in the world and I had the pleasure of seeing such an expression on her flawless, sweaty face. I couldn't wait to see the same look on our dear telepath.

After Amelia's glorious moment, I lifted my face to meet Sookie's, purposely declining to wipe the corners of my blood-smeared face, and smiled up at her, using my lusty Fangtasia voice to call out to her, "Now, now, Sookie, Peeking will cost you. Come".

Her blue eyes bulged out of their sockets and shifted from mine to Amelia's for a moment. I felt the witch gasp and turn over quickly, in a futile attempt to cover herself up. I laughed darkly, my eyes never leaving Sookie's, daring her to step forward and join us. I saw understanding in her expression. She knew this is what I wanted and was contemplating her next move. A sudden flash of lust claimed her face and she cleared her voice, trying to coax out a response.

I arched an eyebrow suggestively and with my speed, materialized before her, putting out the flame with a quick blow. She took a step back, gasping in shock, then closed her eyes and turned her head, giving me complete access to her hot flushed neck.

I leaned in closely, inhaling deeply the scent that was all her own, unique to the tee, and oh so mouth watering. I was also very glad to detect the smell of arousal the seeped into my keen nose, causing me to moan in excitement.

"Sookie, I know you want this. I can smell your lust," I managed to whisper into her ear. She quivered with what she thought fear, but I knew she was just as hot as I felt.

I traced a finger down from her forehead to cheek, slowly to her chin and then back up to her pink lips. She opened her mouth for me and I reached my finger to her teeth, admiring the sensations my fingertips were detecting. I wonder if she knew that nerves of the fingers can provoke that of the groin...

Her eyes opened and she met mine in an intense glare, not of anger, but of pure lustful want. It was enough to grant me complete access to her body and I used my other hand to trace her sides, down and up until my hands found the tie on her robe. Quickly I untied the bow, and pushed my palms through the fuzzy fabric to her hot sides, feeling the elegance of the goose-bumped skin there.

She drew back her head in a moan, then as if she had gotten burned by my touch, forced her robe together and stepped into the doorway. She threw me a hesitant look before placing a hand on her forehead in confusion.

I continued to smirk, knowing my smoldering eyes were capturing her attention, as well as the eagerness of my skillful hands. She looked behind me to Amelia, who I assumed was watching with much interest, and I knew that when those nervous blue eyes met mine, she wasn't going anywhere.

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Us girls, we are so magical
Soft skin, red lips, so kissable
Hard to resist, so touchable
Too good to deny it
Ain't no big deal, it's innocent...

-"I Kissed A Girl" by Katy Perry

Sookie's Point of View

Oh, my good, sweet Jesus! Lord, please forgive me!

I don't know what had come over me, but as I watched Amelia (who was my friend and roommate for crying out loud!) crash deep within from the tremendous orgasm, I felt hot with desire and longing. It had been a long time since I had a sexual release of my own and I couldn't help but covet the feelings that Pam was inflicting on my friend.

For as long as I've known Pam, I always knew that she'd prefer women to men any day, yet I thought Amelia simply was experimenting with her, er, sexuality. I hadn't reckoned her a lesbian. Witnessing two woman pleasuring each other in this very open and erotic way had me captivated. And how ever old Pam was, I was sure her knowledge and skill of pleasuring women was beyond amazing.

I blushed profoundly. Never had I dreamed of watching woman have sex, especially two women that I knew closely (not that close) and yet, here I was, with my bare and sexually exhausted friend, Amelia, and a very naked and aroused vampire, Pam.

She continued to use those hypnotic eyes to lure me into their depths and I found myself unable to look away. Without a warning, she appeared before me faster than a blink, and was but a breath away. Luckily, I had brushed my teeth when I got home, otherwise, I was sure to disgust her with smell of greasy onion rings. Wait, why was I worried about disgusting her? Did I really want her, like want her want her? I cleared my throat to answer her question identical to my inner one and I found my throat dry in wanting, no, need for those luscious moist lips...

I thought back through my exceedingly short-lived sex life, which only consisted of three guys (all Supes, actually), and I had never a moment of feminine frenzy, yet, when Amelia was "dating" Pam, I had wondered, somewhat idly, what it would be like to kiss a girl, but never more. Never, until now.

What did I care about my exes though? Bill had cheated me, abandoned me, lied to me, making me feel completely used, just like the asset I was for Sophie-Anne. Plus, his love making was always self-pleasuring and unadventurous.

"My Eric" was nonexistent, so that was that.

Quinn, well the weretiger was great in bed, but had too many family issues and was really unstable.

And then there was Eric. The Vampire Sheriff from Louisiana, Area Five. The Vampire politician/business owner/bar patron/nude calendar model/hot viking/my former lover/my blood-bonded/pledged and or "husband". Yet, he had lied to me too, forced two unbreakable (I needed to double check) unions that publicly made me his. How could I deal with all that and have a healthy, normal relationship with him? I couldn't.

So, basically, I considered myself single, despite the whole pledged thing. I had no obligations. No one to meet up on a Friday night. No one to watch a romantic movie with. No one to make love to. Well, considering the oddly sexy vampire who was currently tracing a pale manicured finger down my face and lips, I was sure I did have someone to be with. Not make love, but certainly give me relief from my sexual frustration. And boy, I never felt so hot from just a look.

Pam's hand suddenly began running down the sleeve of my pink robe and the fleece of the fabric, combined with the sensation of her finger in my open mouth made me gasp, as she tugged at the tie of my robe, freeing me from the concealing garment. I hissed at the touch of her ice-cold hands on my very hot skin. The contact was like a slap on the face, making me jump back into the doorway and close up my robe.

What was I doing? Good, wholesome, southern girls don't touch or kiss or fuck other girls, especially vampires. Whatever was I thinking? I had practically convinced myself that there was no reason not to give in to this foreign temptation. Every part of my body was screaming "Yes!" but my mind was not so eager, yet no so disapproving, more like cautioning, as if to say "go slow".

I pulled away from Pam's smirk and intense eyes to meet Amelia's face, which showed infatuation. I read her thoughts, to which I was actually surprised.

Oh, c'mon Sookie. Pam is A-MAZ-ING in bed. The feeling, oh Goddess, the feelings were...were..well, un-fucking-believable! Sookie has a nice body. I remember I saw her outside tanning in nothing but that teenie bikini. I wonder if she'll come join us. I'd show her how to give into her desires. I know she's been hurt, but Pam and I love her enough to keep her safe. I like that Viking vamp, but maybe Sookie was destined to be a woman lover...

After living for nearly a year with Amelia, you'd think I would have picked up on her attraction to women, especially me! She seemed honest in her thinking, and it was nice to know she cared about me enough to believe that.

I had few doubts that Pam felt the differently. She'd always seem to care about me, calling me her "telepathic friend", and was willing to go up against Eric's "Your mine!" mantra to be with me. I had to wonder what exactly Eric would say about this. Would he be mad? Jealous? Aroused? Probably all of the above, yet I wanted to show him that I could be exciting in bed too. And I was sure he'd here of this from Pam.

Stubbornly, I gulped loudly and ran a hand threw my worn-out hair. If I was going to do this, then I had to make sure I did it right. I raised my eyes from the floor, to meet Pam's smoldering look. I let go of my robe, allowing it to reveal my breasts, and surrender my arms to my sides. I opened my mouth and uttered something I was sure I would regret later, "I want this".

I had never seen Pam so surprised and turned on in the same moment, yet that was actually happening. She made no attempt to move and I felt myself reconsidering my decision, but just before I was gonna scream at her to get out of my house, her arms encircled my waist, moving eagerly up and down my back, feeling my curves through the fuzzy fabric. Her face was in my neck, and I mimicked her in actions, allowing myself to lean into her cool, sweet smelling neck. She smelled like Britney Spears Curious, and I was finding it hard to stand up right on my wobbly knees.

She reached but from my shoulders and ripped the robe off my body, allowing the cool air from the room to wash over me, raising every hair on my naked body, as well as peaking my nipples to hard and pulsating nubs. Without hesitating this time, she picked me up with ease and threw me on Amelia's king-sized fluffy bed with a bounce. Amelia giggled with joy and I managed a laugh myself. This was too awkward that it was funny. Just thinking of me, Sookie Stackhouse, preparing to participate in a lesbian threesome with my best friend and witch Amelia, and my other vampire friend Pam. No one, not even me, believed this was happening.

Pam crouched down on the floor and crawled in a predatory pursuit toward the foot of the bed as Amelia's hands found my body, pulling me to her very naked and sticky body. Her hands were like fire and danced all around my back and butt and chest. I cautiously reached out and felt her soft skin. It was softer than I imagined, especially her breasts.

"Hey now, don't forget about little old me," said Pam jealously from the edge of the bed. Amelia screamed in excitement and crawled over to Pam, pulling my arm for me to do the same. Pam's eyes swept from mine to Amelia's and she latched her blood stained face to Amelia's.

I watched in complete fascination. Watching girls make out was something way more interesting than watching a straight couple kiss. They seemed more comfortable, yet more passionate, passing the control in the kiss back and forth. Fingers dig through each other's hair as Pam rose slowly, her hands stroking Amelia's breasts and hips eagerly, then hovered over the witch in a total dominance.

To say I felt a little left out and overwhelmed was an understatement. I felt my temperature skyrocket, and the area between my legs was moist with anticipation of what was to come. As if she had mind-reading powers of her own, Amelia used all her strength and rolled over, pinning Pam down without breaking the kiss, and reached out towards me. I ran my hand down her back, and she dropped Pam's lips to move to mine in hunger.

Now, watching girls kissing was interesting and arousing, yet, when you're the one kissing another girl, the feeling was indescribable. Physically, it was no different than kissing a man, however, my friend knew exactly from all the romance movies and TV shows she'd ever seen how woman kiss and like to be kissed, and she knew what she was doing. I tasted cherry candy from her lips and tongue, as well as a subtle hint of that metallic flavor of blood. And it was delicious!

Suddenly, I felt two pairs of hands on me, exploring my body, pinching, and teaching and feeling every curve I had. Amelia go on top of me, her mouth still on mine as her hands ran through my hair while mine explored her perky breasts and hard nipples. Feeling another woman's boobies was way different than touching your own. The skin felt hot and cold at the same time, so much softer and smoother than anywhere else on her body. No wonder men loved them!

She released my mouth and crawled off the bed, but before I had time to miss the feeling of her mouth, Pam had replace Amelia's ministrations, using her cold hands to ravage my body in ways I didn't think possible. It was different than with Eric, as his hands were large and calloused, like a strong man was expected to have, powerful and forceful. Yet, Pam's cold hands were silky smooth, and so skilled at each touch, but just as forceful.

I enjoyed tracing my tongue around her fangs, allowing one to nip my lips while she sucked happily. Pam's mouth tasted of blood and that strange vampiric saliva, which I found was just as unique to every vamp like their scent. And her breasts were much larger and more rounded, that it took two hands to grip one breast fully.

I broke my mouth from hers and she bent her head to lick my swollen right nipple, using her fangs to tease the ultra sensitive skin there. I couldn't hold my moan in, and growled, which made Pam purr.

She shifted her weight to her arms and hovered above me, allowing her large breasts to hang over my face. Curiously, reached up to one, playing with her swollen nipples, then licked he pink tip of her left boob. It was hard and tasty, the ridges doing wonders to my sensitive tongue. I heard her moan and I knew she was enjoying this, so I latched my whole mouth around her nipple, and sucked lightly at first, then harder, like a baby eager for mother's milk.

It was quite a thing to watch Pam's brows furrow in ecstasy and I subtly wondered if it was just my touch alone that was causing her the pleasure. I bent my neck up so I could gaze past my not-so-flat stomach, to the valley between my legs. With Pam on top of me, I had failed to realize that Amelia had situated herself between our legs and was gladly touching and licking Pam's soft folds.

I knew I should be disgusted or shocked, yet, I had remembered when Eric had gone down on me and it was almost as good as the real thing, if not better with his skills. Amelia had been down there for a awhile and she slipped her Pam soaked hand down to my lower lips next, stroking up and down on my happy button and warm entrance.

I shook with excitement for her mouth to reach me, and Pam laughed seductively. "Oh Sookie. Don't you know that women know what women want? We know every spot that makes us go crazy and groan, so we know exactly how to make another woman scream," She smirked down at me, taking my arms and pushing them above my head, holding them in place. She licked my mouth and ran her tongue from my lips to chin, to neck and then shoulder and lower and lower and lower...

I cried out. This was all too much to keep up with. The blood coursing rapidly in my veins didn't know where to go, and I felt so hot that sweat rolled off my forehead and down my nose. Hot and cold hands were everywhere on my body and I shivered erratically, screaming out when Amelia's tongue had made contact with my clit, sucking it gently while inserting two fingers into me.

With my eyes closed I could not see, but I felt a weight shift from the bed and I knew Pam had moved. I heard a quick shuffle of a drawer and then cold hands grabbed mine, dragging me to the top of the bed and tying my hands to the headboard. My eyes shot open and I stared at the two very naked and horny women who were crawling over to me slowly.

"Yes, please hurry! Dammit Pam!" I yelled, too close to my point that my muscles were screaming for more, yet the vampire just snickered darkly, and grabbed the witch, who was all but happy to comply. They wrestled each other on the now bloodstained and torn sheets, fighting over who would be on top. Amelia gripped Pam's arm tightly and flipped her over with such force, I would have thought she was the vampire. She struggled with Pam's arms and bent down to lick and bite her breasts, so hard, she actually drew some blood by Pam's left nipple. Amelia licked the blood away and convulsed into a hard orgasm, giving Pam enough leverage to turn the tables on her.

With Pam on top, Amelia was helpless, and the vampire knew she had complete control over the witch. She took Amelia's hands, interlacing their fingers, and pulled up her leg, forcing their wet folds against each other. I had no idea that this was how women made love, but it had made sense. They bumped and grind together in a swift motion, rubbing their sensitive parts against each other with such force that I thought they might start a fire from the friction.

This sure wasn't helping me. I was now completely drenched down under and I wanted, no, needed to be touched down there. I groaned and moan more desperately now, but they could not hear me. They were lost in their own orgasmic world of womanly pleasure.

Pam's speed, if at all possible, quickened and then she bit into Amelia's neck, sucking hungrily the sweet fluid that ran beneath her light skin, and Amelia's eyes shot open. Pam removed her mouth from the witch's neck and threw her head back gasping (for air?) and screaming, "Ohhhhhhhh!" before letting go of Amelia's hands and falling onto the bed. Amelia fell on top of Pam, her chest rising raggedly, and met her mouth with Pam's, tasting her own blood in her mouth.

I struggled with the restraints, lunging forward in a futile attempt to join them, and the pair had simply giggled and smiled with their bloody mouths, and continued kissing. I couldn't take this. I just couldn't. I was drenched in my own sweat and desire, and I was sure I looked wild and deranged. I called out again, begging them to release me and then Pam suddenly appeared on my lap, rubbing her wet self on my lower stomach. She leaned in closely and we were nose to nose, in a locked, heated stare.

"Sookie, were gonna show you how to release your stress and give into your desires. And all you have to do is, well, do what we tell you," said a very energized Amelia, who appeared to my right. I nodded too happily, and leaned forward to meet Pam's welcoming mouth, only to have her lean back.

"No, no, my dear. Do only what we say," she warned, and slid back down my body, bending my knees up so she could have better access to my bottom. She pet the soft skin below and flicked the enlarged nub playfully, before latching her cool mouth on the area, using her skillful tongue to twirl and swirl and bring me to life.

Amelia remained to my side, using her fiery hands to stoke my chest and stomach, her mouth on mine in a possessive kiss, full of heat and lust. My hands curled into fists as I tried to release myself from the scarf restraints, but I knew that they wouldn't budge. I thrashed about, my body unable to take all the pleasurable sensations that were everywhere, especially coming from Pam's expert tongue that stabbed my opening, making me hiss and bite my lips hard enough to draw blood.

Amelia, suddenly rose on her knees before me and looked down with a sexy smirk that I'd never seen her use. She bent to meet my face, her hot breath blowing the stray hair by my ears away, and said, "Lick, okay? Taste me, Sookie."

When I looked at her with question in my eyes, she let out a short laugh and shook her head. "Lick me here," she pointed to her cleanly trimmed patch and I gulped. I don't know why I could make out with a girl, and feel her everywhere, yet I was frightened to taste her.

I licked my lips nervously and she moved herself directly over my face, using the headboard as her steady. I felt the heat radiating from her lips and the smell was something I had never smelt before. I bent my neck up and placed my mouth to her left fold, tasting the wetness there. It was subtly sweet, but in no way distasteful. I had tasted Eric's cum before and it wasn't a cool drink of water, but it wasn't awful. Yet, Amelia's juice was actually refreshing. Maybe Amelia was onto something with her thoughts.

More confidently this time, I used my tongue to swirl around her hot, slick skin, finding her engorged clit and nipping at it with my teeth ever so slightly, mimicking the strategy that Pam was currently using on me. It was hard to focus on anything but Amelia and the delicious sensations that Pam was giving me.

Before I knew it, Amelia was thrusting her hips up against my face and I was getting more and more of her womanly juice. She was moaning so loud that I was glad I didn't have any neighbors, with the exception of Bill Compton, and in his case, I didn't care if he heard. Maybe he'd get jealous, especially since I began to echo my friend's screaming when Pam finger fucked me hard, curling her fingers with each thrust. She was right, as a woman for centuries, she certainly knew how to find a girl's g-spot.

I felt the pressure building in my cervix and I knew I was coming, hard and intense, and without a warning, Pam withdrew her tongue from my clit and sunk her fangs into my thigh. I shook so violently while riding my waves that I pulled my arm with force and ripped the scarf from hands, cracking the wooden headboard in the process.

I leaned limply and felt Amelia collapse next to me, using her hand to stroke my messy hair. I opened my eyes and saw Pam scooting to my left, bending her elbow down so she could hold her head on her hand, staring at us, worn-out humans. She had a calm, almost mortal expression, and I reached up to touch her bloodstained cheek. She closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of my hand, and then using her left hand to stroke my stomach.

There I was, laying naked, drenched in sweat and love juice, with my best friend Amelia, and my vampire friend Pam. I had to wonder what others might say. Just us three girls laying in a bed, naked together. Yeah, that's not weird.

Jason would probably think it was hot, except not with me in the picture.

Bill would be shocked and chastise me.

Sam would hump the broken headboard.

Eric would get a hard on and probably try to snuggle in, not very well though 'cause there certainly was no room for a vampire viking and his gracious plenty.

Quinn, well Quinn could go fuck a duck (literally).

Tara wouldn't believe me unless she saw it. Even then, she'd probably pretend she didn't see it and call me crazy like everyone else.

Claudine, well, I had no idea what she would say or do.

Octavia, she-wait, no. I was not going there!

I giggled loudly, my chest moving up in down as if I had a bad case of the hiccups, and both Pam and Amelia looked strangely at me. I couldn't stop; it was just too funny for words.

I suppose they caught on 'cause they started to join in on my uncontrollable laughter. I had never seen Pam laugh so hard and I enjoyed the very non-sinister sounds she made. Amelia on the other hand was laughing so hard, I thought she might pee her pants (if she was wearing any).

I calmed myself a bit and whined my giggles down, then closed my eyes. I suppose this was the pillow talk stage in the afterglow of sex. I cleared my throat and turned to Amelia. "So...now what?"

She smirked, responding to my sudden embarrassment. "Well, we can have another go when you're ready. I need a few more minutes," she whispered and closed her eyes again.

I turned to Pam who was analyzing my face, noting my nervousness and anxiety. Her eyes met mine and I knew at that instance that she was reading my emotions. A sexy smile that a Cheshire cat would be jealous of claimed her bloody mouth and she spoke. "I'm always ready, Sookie".

I felt the blush redden my cheeks and I shifted to copy her pose. I wonder if it had been Pam's idea to do the Fangtasia nude calendar. She'd make an excellent "Miss November".

I looked from her flawless light form and then back to her face. "Pam, do you think I'm, uh, good in bed?" I felt my hot cheeks again, but I didn't look away.

"My deliciously sexy telepathic friend, I think you are exquisite in the art of love making. You are a little hesitant with women, but I have no doubts that with a little...practice, you can be a nymphomaniac," she joked, only a bit as I could see her eyes sweep slowly over my body and chest.

I raised an eyebrow and giggled. It was funny that she seemed so confident and proud that she had introduced me into sex with women. "I'm not a lesbian now, right?" I asked, unsure exactly what I had to tell people now. I had enjoyed every part of tonight with them and I felt a pinch of guilt for wanting to do it again.

She raised an eyebrow at me this time. "Sookie, you always surprise me, more than any human I know. You don't need to put a label on love. Whether it is passionate love, or platonic, if it's love, you don't have to be anything. I consider myself bisexual, even though I haven't had sex with a man in decades, not counting Eric. I suppose I'm a lesbian right now, but it is always fun to fool around with men every now and again, but I've only ever loved women," she stated clearly and I nodded. She was making sense, and I suspected that many years, combined with the advice of Dear Abby columns had gotten her to such philosophy.

Something she said made me recall what Amelia thought earlier, so I decided to ask, "Wait, Pam. Did you just indirectly say you love me?" I smiled, trying to picture Pam actually saying those words to anyone, especially me.

She actually looked shocked, as if I had caught her with a hand in the cookie jar, or in her case, a blood bank freezer. "I-Well," she stuttered. Pam stuttered!

I smiled and shook my messy head of hair. "Pam," I urged and she chewed on her lip-lined and blood stained lip. "Alright, telepath, you caught me. Yes, I...love you. But not the kind of love you share for Eric. It's like the love you feel for a sister or a..." she blabbed, and I finished her sentence, "sister".

We smiled at each other and I felt overwhelming joy for my "official" vampire friend and sister. I wasn't going to dwell on the thought that what we just did was not very sisterly, but I didn't wan to spoil the moment. She looked at me with joy herself, and I had suspected this was the first time she admitted to loving a human in years. I couldn't help but feel proud to have a new friend and was sure gonna tell Tara about this, just not in such detail.

Suddenly, Pam's face dropped the smile and she sat up, clutching a balled fist to her unbeating heart. I knew she was sensing something through her maker/child bond with Eric. I sensed something was indeed wrong in my own bond with Eric and I quickly jumped up and off the bed, too concerned about my viking to be embarrassed of my nakedness, and searched for my robe.

Pam got up as well and found her clothes faster than I could tie my robe. She and I looked towards the now sleeping Amelia, and then met each others' eyes. We silently agreed than Amelia was to stay here. The wards she put up would prevent any unwanted guests from getting in, so I knew she would be safe.

"Pam, he's hurt, isn't he?" I asked, my eyes suddenly shiny, but now was not the time to cry. I had to be strong, if only for Eric.

Instead of answering me, she went to Amelia's closet and pulled out a blue sundress, throwing it to me. "Put it on. We need to leave, now!" her voice full of command.

I shimmied into the dress my vampire friend gave me, without a bra or panties, yet there was no time to worry about underwear when your viking was in danger.

She lunged forward and picked me up, then with vampire speed, ran down the stairs and through the back door, towards her black Bentley , opening the door and depositing me in the passenger seat. Before I could fiddle with the seat belt, she was next to me and pulling out of my back driveway and onto Hummingbird Road.

She stared at the road ahead, her hands violently gripping the steering wheel, I thought it might break. "Pam, where are we going?" I called to her, noting her messy hair and intensity. I should be worried how bad my mass of blond hair was right now, but I didn't care.

"Fangtasia," she confirmed, without detaching her eyes from the road. A lot of shit had happened at Eric's bar, yet I had been the one who always got hurt there, and now it seemed the tables were turned onto my bonded. All I could do was hope and pray for his safety.


Sorry again for the cliff ending there, but I wanted to introduce the beginning to a plot here.

So...How do you guys like Sookie's newly-founded love of women? Don't worry, she's not gonna be a lesbian now...which means some heterosexual sex to come.

Please review!