Ruth {FF NS Trig.}
Yeah, so the church payed for a trade school, a couple years, until I failed out. Real Estate/Building Maintenance. Cheapest school I qualified for out of state, A&M, College town, said it right on the tin, Southern/western state not quite up to tornado alley, but right about the buckle of the Bible Belt. Also covered plumbing, HVAC, residential wiring, building code, construction/remodel, and I basically came in an apprentice Mason, so skated backwards through those labs, juggling the puck. Just for context:
Dorm room, with a room-mate. Early in the semester, so a new one. "Nhm!" Great, well I don't have to ask how her date went.
"Oh!" I helped her to her bed, "Are you okay?"
"Why do guys have to be so;" she just broke down after that.
"Huh! What did he do?"
"Nh!"
"Anything to report him to campus security?" I smelled a little alcohol.
"Nh?" she shook her head.
"Aryn, did you flash-back?" She pulled herself tighter, and froze up. "Hh," I rubbed her back, "Relax, it's over. He's not here, it's just you and me, you can relax." She nodded, "Try and take a deep breath."
"Huh huh huh huh!" Close enough.
"Okay, let it out, and try to take another, yeah, that's good. Just breathe."
"Huhhhhh!" I patted her back, and moved back to her bed. So, she could put her legs down, and fall over on her pillow. "Yeah." She nodded, sideways.
"What?"
"Huh, you're right. Huh! I guess, whenever I have a date, and he, uH!"
"Calm down," her hands shook, and she covers her face. "Don't trigger yourself again, okay flowers and kittens." I rolled my eyes.
"What?" She looked out.
"Nothing, just something random to snap you out of it. So, sit up, catch your breath, and give your head a good shake. I thought you might be going through some PTSD, or something, but stop going over the same thoughts over, and over, it doesn't go anywhere."
I nodded, repetition intentional to outline the emotive loop, bookended by Go as a way out;
"I think I went through, something like you, and it was years before I could date again, so. Huh!" Don't look at the clock, damnit! It's too late, but this is important. "Hearh!" I yawned, also an anti-sexual abuse activist in my mythical spare-time. "Can you hand me a soda out of the fridge? Huh! Thanks." Pch! Not like I can pull out my grades this semester anyway, so drop that class, and focus on the ones I can salvage. "Huh! All right, now you know I go to group, and without thinking about it, you might have something to come to group, and talk about?"
She nodded, "I don't know," looked away, "If I could."
"But you've thought about it, and you're not getting any better, by yourself?" She shook her head, "All right, well you don't have to talk about it tonight, but if you don't mind listening, I guess I can talk about what happened to me. As an example, and how I'm learning to cope with it. All right?" she nodded, "Tell me if any of this is triggering, but I'll try not to be too graphic about it." Every time it gets a little easier, "Here goes;
Huh! I was molested, as a freshman in high school. I thought, huh. Well, she was a senior, and popular. I thought she wanted to be my friend, but. She turned out to be predatory, and took advantage of my niavetee."
"Is that why, you're bisexual?"
"Huh! No, well yes, and no. Okay, you're making it very complicated, well it is, but, yes. Okay, I have sex with women to help me get, past that experience, but. I don't really identify as bisexual."
"Why not?" at least she's feeling calm enough to ask questions, and might I add, actually talk about sexuality.
"Well, because with other women, it's not like sex for me. It's more like, masturbation, only a lot easier because I can see everything, and reach everything easier. You know how, difficult it can be, when you play with yourself?"
"Oh," she shook her head, "I don't."
"Never?" kept shaking her head, "Okay, do you think, possibly it might have to do with, what happened, or your religious beliefs?"
"Well, I'm not judging you for it." She might have walked in on me, a couple times. We're roomates. "I mean, yeah, I guess you'll still get into heaven, because Jesus absolves us from all that, but I try not to live a sinful life anyway."
"Well, it's not sinful." I nodded, "Nowhere in there does it say anything about that. It's men, who run the church, and get up there to tell women it is, so that they don't have to compete or whatever. Look, I'm not going to misrepresent myself as a biblical scholar, nor an expert on men, but the church is extremely sexist, and repressive of women when the Bible just doesn't say any of that. It bans gay sex, between men, that's it. I read it, grew up Catholic just like you, but men make this shit up, and wave a bibles so it looks like it says it in there. It just doesn't."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and sexual tension, along with your, bad memories, are not healthy. I'm not saying not masturbating is unhealthy, but. Huh! It sounds like you have no sexual outlet, whatsoever, except for the flashback. And that's driving you fucking nuts." I can tell.
"Yeah," she nodded, "I guess you're right." Looked down.
"Well, don't let me gaslight you," I got up, "I'm going to take a shower, so you can have the room to yourself. But try to think about something else. Anything else, when you start feeling scared, or anxious. You can tell, when you're going to have another attack?"
"Yeah, so flowers, and kittens?"
"Yeah, or whatever. You don't even have to think about sex, at all. But you need to get off, I swear, you'll feel better, so just think about whatever makes you happy." I finished grabbing all my stuff, and went up the hall. I probably gave her plenty of time, curled up to cry in the corner, but at least the dorm water heaters held up for hours, right?
"Snh!"
Sometimes, you just have to let it all out. So, that out of the way I could think about football. Players, I know it's stereotypical, but I like the uniforms. The nice tight pants, the way the pads exaggerate their manly shapes, even their grunts, and the loud crush of them coming together when the ball snaps.
"Hm!" so at least I can get it out to play with, and turn off the water to rub circles, so it doesn't rinse the lube away when it starts to well up. "Yeah," then they have to head to the locker room, the shower, "HhHhH!" Yeah, all those guys, naked together, slapping asses, "Good game," and all that sweat, "SNHHHH!" I can almost smell it. Then the water cutting off, and them looking back, at me standing in the door.
"Knock knock..." Cum in...
"Nhmeah!" I'm wet enough for a fingertip, and swirl it around. Imagining them turning around, cumming forward, getting hard, and their hands all over me. "Mh yeah!"
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Erin {FF... ST: "How to be Dumb" (MLAR)}
"Hh!" I stopped.
"Feel any better?" She took the towel off her hair, and pulled out the curls with her fingers. "Snh!"
"Yeah, a little." I sat up. "Umh, how do you get off?"
"Every girl's different," she sat down, legs crossed. She nodded, "You never got off?"
"Huh, just," I hugged my legs.
"Oh, I'm sorry." I shook my head. "Hh, did he get you off?"
I nodded.
"He raped you."
I shook my head.
"Hh, look. Getting aroused, and climaxing doesn't make it any less rape, but, you know I work with Take back The Night?" nod, "Well, I've talked to a lot of rape victims, and if you weren't raped, then you're abused, acutely enough that there's no practical difference."
"Yeah," I took a deep breath, "He raped me." Shivered.
"Good, I mean what he did was evil, and he will burn in hell for it, but it's good to say it."
"Yeah," I actually felt a little better, just to tell someone.
"Nh!" All of a sudden, I don't remember getting up, or moving, but I was on her bed, crying, and she just rubbed my back, and said soothing stuff, until I could calm down. "Snh!" I dried my eyes, "You're really good at that."
"Thanks, but, I wish I didn't have to."
"Yeah, huh. I think, you think, I might be able, I mean ready, to talk? About it?"
"I can't answer that, you mind if I put some clothes on?"
"Hh!" I just stretched out, relaxed.
"Okay, were you drunk?" No, "Or was he drunk, at the time?" Uh uh. "Okay, well that should eliminate it as a possible trigger, but. I can't help but notice your drinking, it puts you at risk."
"How do you mean?"
"College campus? Look, guys rape drunk girls every night, on this campus alone, we can't even patch them up faster than they make more victims, so it's like bailing a sinking ship."
"Are you." I sat up. "Having an attack?"
"Huh!" She sat down. "Can I have my bed back?"
"Yeah, sorry."
"Don't be, and in answer to your question, yes. I was about to, and you stopped me. So, thanks for that."
"No problem."
"It's just overwhelming, and it's starting to, feel more important than my schoolwork, even."
"So, you're saying, maybe I was getting drunk, to get raped again?"
"No, I didn't say that, why?" she shook her head, "Did you think that, or any other self destructive thoughts?"
"Well?" I shook my head, "Not really, but. Huh, maybe, in the back of my head. I might have thought, I might be able to go through with it, or. You know. Huh! Uh?"
"Not really, but I have heard it before. You want to conform, all the other girls have boyfriends, or it seems like, and they look so happy, right?"
I nodded.
"Well, a lot of that comes from the sexist message, that you need a man, we need men to survive. That's why we don't make as much, and yet have a higher cost of living. We have to wear makeup, to be pretty enough to attract a man, who makes enough money to afford all that makeup."
"You really hate sexism." I could see how mad it made her, just talking about it.
"Yah, the problem is that it also attracts, the wrong kinds of, people. Like the ones who call you slut for not going out with them." Shook her head, "Like that makes any damned sense, but back to you. You like men, right? You are attracted to them?"
"Oh yeah, I don't go out with them, just cause it's expected, I really do want to be happy."
"Well, you don't need a man to be happy, but it might help you get past your fear, and pain associated with them. So, what kind of men, and what do you like about them?"
"Umh?" I thought: White, "Sensitive guys, intellectuals? Yeah, smart, they don't have to wear glasses, but that helps. And, you know, sharp? Not like nerdy, or too nerdy, but it helps if they dress well."
"Yes," she nodded, "That would be consistent with the guys I see you go out with. Do they feel Safe to you? As opposed to other guys?"
"I guess? Yeah, I guess they're, not as scary?"
"And it helps if they can hold a conversation," she winked, "Right? Ironically, I like the opposite. Big dumb jocks, I don't know why. I mean, other than they're nice to look at, and fuck like a piledriver, but. Huh, I guess I don't like being challenged, intellectually, by them."
"You're real smart."
"Thank you, huhn. Feel better? Because I need to pass out, and you're pretty drunk. So, I'm going to turn out the light now," Click, 'and probably drop a couple classes tomorrow.'
"Goodnight, Ruth."
"Good night, Erin."
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Studio {FS Sculpt. I guess that character code is for Sculpture/Subject. St: "Invasion Hit Parade" (Mighty Like a Rose)}
"Ch!" The art lab's open, so they let me sit in. The back, they're painting still-life anyway.
Lit a candle.
"Eyes on the subject," she got their attention back. I closed my eyes, while the candle made a nice well. Spilled it out on the tummy, and opened my eyes to work it in. Starting with red, I lit a green to make a nice brown, mixed it in like paint, and blended it out, before it cooled too much. Now that the wax under it warmed up for it to start cooling slower. "Huh," white, cheap, for blocks this size, since I have to pay for my own supplies. If I'm going to be coloring it, today.
Ch! Pwhhhhhhh! I opened up the torch to a nice tongue of flame, and just flashed it around, set the sparker aside to smooth it out with the heat. Not even close, this darker brown soaks it up a lot faster, so ever higher. Whhwwhh!
"Class, eyes front."
I softened the balls, or hemispheres cut with the hot wire, and fixed them on the chest. WhhwwhhwwWH! Shit it off, after blending them in, and felt between to start shaping them before they cooled. Good, the candles bot have great pools, so I picked them up to start coloring out, from the nipples.
Kshshshsh! I looked back at the curtain, being pulled across to partition the studios. "Ope," that's enough, so start blending it around.
She's skinny, and too dark to draw, but has that, beautiful body. "Huh!" Buxom, and, whatever the equivalent for the bottom is. Better get started on the shoulders, before I work my way down to her hips, And what's between her hips... She doesn't shave, well her legs, but INS what I could use for her hairs, or how I could mold her mons without, seeing it. Or;
PWH! Cut off the torch, and wipe my brow. The neck looks okay, but. I'm not thinking about that. Maybe I should take a break, in the bathroom, I can't seem to concentrate.
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{"Harpies' Bizarre" (MlaR)...}
Ruth {FF Mast. Trig fg Mole Ince}
"Nh!" I know that grunt!
"You all right?"
"Yeah, nh! Fine?"
"Well," I turned over, "Can you try to keep it down?" Hard enough to sleep without her playing with herself.' {Incidentally, that's her muttering;" to herself...'}
At least she put a robe on, and went out. "And, snh? Stinking up the room." How I know I'm not gay, we don't smell right. Not like guys sweat, "Huh!" but now I'm all hot and bothered, so. "Wh!"
Put on Last Boat leaving (Spike;)
"Hush my little one, don't say a word..."
"Hhn." My fingers are getting soft, and fat. At least I got a decent callous from writing and drawing so much. Gotta learn it, to make any decent money, much less a difference in this world, their world. Not that we'd run it any better, but you think you could at least share? You don't have to care, just share. But the side of my fuck you finger's still hard enough, so. "Yeah," nlm, "Go fuck yourself."
So, "Sharon, 'nd Karen," hadn't had the twins fantasy for a while. Real girls, in middleschool, but I just fantasized. Doing anything with them. "Oh, we do everything together." And anyone, like me? Like I ever had the guts to say that, or anything, to any of them.
"Huh!" I'm just not warming up tonight, so grab my pillow. Crush it under my head. Like Khanny, now why'd I think of that? Am I homesick, really?
"Hmh!"
'ruthy?'
'mhM?"
"Can you play, mommy?.. Well, like you play with yourself." Or I just did. "Didn't you ever play with mommy?"
"Yeah;" then I got too old. "She stopped."
"Nh?" Son she walks in on me Again! "Ihihihihihn!"
"Well," she looked down, "Can you play with me?"
"Huh!" She came back, pulled the towel off her dry hair. "Sorry." 2 braids, on the sides around the crown, she looks at me sideways, head tilted, unreadable expression on her face in the dark.
"No," I sat up, "That's all right," shook my head, "I wasn't sleeping anyway."
"Oh," she turns on the light. "Okay."
"Are you, feeling any better?" She followed my eyes.
"Huh, it still, kind of hurts?"
"Inside?"
"Oh," she shook her head, "I don't go inside."
"Okay, then what're you doing wrong, *then." *Redundant.
"Uh?" she shrugged, so I moved over to her bed. "I don't know?" Held her shoulder, felt up and down her back.
"In the top?" She nodded, "Well, that's still probably pretty sensitive, you mind if I take a look?" I rubbed her legs. On the outside, just felt out to her knee, and left it there. "Aryn?"
She shook her head.
"Does that mean you wouldn't mind?"
"Yeah," she nodded, "Huh!"
"Relax," I shook her knees back and forth together. "Just need to slip these down, a little. Okay?" She nodded.
"Now, just lay back, good. I'm just going to look in the top. Ooh." She's hairy. "You don't do that dry, do you?"
"And wet, in the shower."
"Well, there's your problem. Lube is your friend. I licked my fingers, and headded back over to my bed. "Snh?" Just sweat, and had to be mine, because she just went and rubbed herself raw in the shower. "Hun!" Shake my head, "Okay, you're probably too," *sore? "Sensitive, huh! So, you'll want to try indirect stimulation. Since you actually have pubic hair," Actually surprised me the first time I saw it, but she's Baptist. "So start up here, and just beat around the bush to see whet pops out. Yeah, good, now what do you think about?"
She looked at me.
?
Looked away.
"Damn it!" I grabbed my towel on the way out.
"No, Ruth?" She grabbed my arm.
"Don't touch!" I pulled it out, "Me!" I whirled around, "Look. I'm sorry I lied to you, but I'm not bisexual. Huh! I didn't start that rumor, I just have a lot of gay, bi, and feminist friends. To tell the truth, I was serially molested, by women and girls, and that just made me progressively more vulnerable to women and girls."
"I'm sorry," she touched my arm.
"It's okay." I nodded, "You didn't know."
"Your mom?"
"Heah," I plopped down on the corner of my bed. "Started, well I don't remember when it started, I barely remembered when she stopped. The tooth fairy, huh! I didn't get any quarters, she just stopped tucking me in at night, and went to read my sister a story.
The Junglebook. Was my favorite movie, I had a stuffed tiger, Shere Khan, I called him Khanny, and he kept the monsters away.
She didn't, I didn't know, it was sexual. Huh! She just touched me, the way she always touched me. When she," tucked me in. "Huh, baths too. I don't remember potty training, but I remember my sister. Potty training; and, huh! I guess that's when she started molesting her too. Not in front of me, or together, but when she died. Huh! I guess I molested her too."
"So, you're a child molestor?"
"No, sorry. Huh! I don't, why I would never, but she came onto me? I don't do it any more, and I was still very much a child myself. Look, I could have molested you, right then, and there. I didn't."
"Well, I'm not a child."
"Well, I'm not a molestor, I don't make victims, I help you."
"Well, you just said you molested your little sister?"
"Huh, we molested eachother, or we mostly masturbated together, but I huh! I guess it was incestuous, but yeah, sometimes. It felt like, I was. Molesting her."
{Auto-advances to the next Album. Elvis Costello - "The Other Side of Summer" (Mighty like a Rose.) 2 CD player.}
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Aryn {FF Flashbacks. FF EmoAbuse. Serious warning, redzone.}
"On the side of caution," she nodded.
"Okay?" I shook my head. "He, hH! Snh, well I guess you could say he stalked me."
"Freindzone, or endzone?"
"Wha?"
"Sorry, did he try to be your friend, and push past that boundry, or was he way out where you could barely see him?"
"Oh yeah. I didn't even know his name."
"Endzone. Power-reassurance." she made the binoculars sign over her eyes, "Or erotomanic, if you're a celebrity. How old were you?"
"Thirteen?"
Nod, "Plausible ephebophiliac. Older? Yeah, uh, sometimes I find it helps to understand the attacker, and his possible motivations. At least that answers a lot of the Why questions. Keeps the victims from blaming yourselves."
"Oh."
"Go on..."
"Oh, well." Took a minute, "Um, yeah, so I caught him, and. Well, he was kinda cute, and sweet when I got to know him. Huh, but then. He kind of went too fast."
"With sex."
"Well intimacy, he hugged and wanted to kiss me right away, but he said I love you."
"That first day?"
"Why, it couldn't have even been an hour."
"Reassurance. That's their delusion, that you're in love. Uhuh? Too, with them, but they develop their obsession from afar. You rejected him?"
"How did you know?"
"Because he raped you. Huh. I'm sorry." She rocked me in her arms. Over my shoulder, and around to my arm. "But that's what triggers them to violence. You didn't know, he could have just as easily beaten you, or strangled you to death. They just don't teach this in schools. Or, to College instructors." Well, it's a trade school.
"Yeah, huh. I finally tried to kick him out." I winced.
"What'd he do?"
I just made the sign.
"Beat off on you?" I turned away, "Your face?" She shook me by the shoulder, "It's all right, it's over. Stop flashing back."
"Uh uh uh!" {Author's note. Yeah, she's doing it on purpose. Subconsciously, sadistic.} "Huh! Then he. He touched me, and, he made me get off."
"With his fingers?" She smoothed down my skirt.
"Huh!" I nodded.
"Likeat?"
"Nhm?"
"Huh, you need a drink?"
"I want a real drink."
"Well, that's not helping, either. All right, take a few more deep breaths, and then we can go on."
I took her arm, and she sat down. So, I kissed her.
"Wait," she shook her head, "What?"
"Hh, thank you." I looked down, "For helping me with all this."
"Hh," you're welcome," she walked back, turned to the corner.
Looked at nothing. Hands up on her hips, and she even stands like a man. All the time, or nearly, but that's the first thing you notice. 'Swhy everbody thinks she's gay, or a 'dyke' the way they call it. Because she doesn't even walk like a girl, she swaggers. Pushes guys out of the way, they're scared to get the door for her, I seen it. And I must say, I find that incredibly attractive.
"Huh, I thought I was straight. And now, I'm not so sure."
"Well great," she rummaged in her drawers, "And now I need to go take a shower."
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Ruth {FF Solo Fant.}
"Huh!" at least they got a CD player, so I rummage through my ditty duffle on the sink counter. "Huh," Spike: The beloved Entertainer.
>| >> "One two three four five six seven eight nine ten, eleven."
Bling! "It's not open, to discussion anymore..."
"Huh!" Water feels about right.
..
We need more velvet throated singers, so I sand along. Contralto, church choir.
..
"Baaaby plays around... And so it seems, I've always been the last to know." Snh! "I wish to God, I didn't love her so. 'Cause baby plays around. I try to be strong, hold onto my pride. She doesn't even know it's wrong, how much I hurt inside, SNH! And heaven know I've tried, but. Baaaaby plays a round!"
Just a plaything, it's hard to reconcile, the facts I'm facing. "Huh!" Wipe my face, "Snh!" The shower waters it down.
And yeah, it feels kinda dirty.
I turn off the cold, "Just not the kind I like." Shiver.
>|
"All the children testify," I grabbed for the towel, "That Miss Macbeth;"
"Huh!" Got my hands dry, not really in the mood for that one.
<< "eleven, ten, nine,"
"Meao!"
<< "Nine. Huh!" Shake my head.
"She looked like she learned to dance, from a series of still pictures..."
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Erin {...}
"Hh!" I just didn't bother to stop. I had my blankets over it. "This make you uncomfortable?"
"Not really," she shrugged, "Not like I haven't listened to you play with yourself." Or seen me naked.
"Hh," I nodded.
"You're getting better?"
I nodded, "Hm? Yeah, huh! I was, trying to do it, like he got me off."
"Spammed the clit?"
"Spam?"
"Sorry, gamer term." Right, D&D crowd, "Well, originally computer term, for junk email. But he was rough, and dry?"
"Heah." Just nodding, not even looking back any more.
"You mind if I turn off the light?"
"No, not at all. huH!"
"Look, you're a beautiful girl, and. Huh! It's not like, I'm not interested. It's just my issues, you understand. I've been hurt a lot too, and now's not a good time for you, either."
"How do you mean?"
"You're just starting to work on it, but you're more comfortable talking about it. And, it doesn't turn you off, at all?"
"Oh no!" I squeezed my hands, "Huh!"
"It turns you on?"
"Yeah."
"The memory, of your rape?"
"Nh?" I nodded, "Only, not him." I took a breath, "You."
"Yeah, that's what I mean by vulnerable. Huh! It also makes me feel, uncomfortable."
"How?"
"Predatory? I don't like, to feel likeat."
"HhhhhHhHhH!" I slipped my fingers out, and just ran my fingers up, and down my spasming tummy. "Hh h h, h. H!"
"Feel better?"
"Oh yes, so much. Huh! Ruth?"
"Yes, Erin."
"Huh, you think I could, huh! Kiss you?"
"Huh?" She looked away, pink as a balloon. "Yeah, okay." She closed her eyes, and turned back.
"Smq?"
"Hh," she took my hands, "You think you could, huh. Go wash you hands?"
"Yeah," I kissed her forehead. "Snh?" No shampoo smell. "Can I borrow your shampoo?"
I looked at it: "[Bath and Body Works?]"
"Yeah, they got all kinds of scents there, too. But, you don't have to buy them."
"Oh," I grabbed a towel too. "Thanks."
"I'm sensitive, to fragrances."
"Oh," I pulled the door after me.
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Ruth {FF... Groom? LFIK, it's going slow. I believe I adequately explained why, and trigger codes are kind of moot at this point...}
At least I can program my CD player, and probably fire up Winamp to burn a mixed tape. "Huh!" Too much like work, but start with After the Fall...
"In an anonymous rendezvous,"
"Huh! Thanks, Declan." Keep on doing what you're doing...
Get my fingers wet again. If she's gonna be stinking up the room anyway, might as well fight back. "Snh?" Mine doesn't bother me, "Hahah!" Like a fart, I guess.
"Hhn!"
That was quick!
"Oh," she turned back to the door.
"No," I didn't stop, "it's all right, please stay."
"You left your CD," she popped it in the open case.
I started reaching for the stereo, shook my head. "Wrong album. Uhm, just sit down." Already propped up on my pillows, sideways. "Huh, you want to watch?"
She nodded, and put her legs up.
"You mind," pulled the corner of the towel out of the way.
"Nah, go'head, uh! One of the things I like about girls, especially straight girls;"
"Oh," she shook her head, just inching her fingertips in her pubes. "Mh! I'm gay. Huh, totally gay, I just. Well like you said, huh! I guess I was trying to conform."
"D'you tell the RA?"
"No, well. I left that blank, in the questionnaire."
"Huh, she's homophobic, but one of those. 'Oh no, some of my best friends;' Huh, denial ones. She doesn't want to sound homophobic, but; So, she does it with Denial. Sticks us lesbos together, so we don't contaminate the straight girls, doesn't know what the fuck she's talking about." Nodding, "You healed?" Back to direct clitoral, just getting turned on first, and not as hard as she can.
"Yeah," she nodded. "Uhm, how many times, can you get off?"
"Idaknow," ;) "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop?" She laughed.
"Huhan? You're funny, and I love that about you."
"Hh," okay, she's known me a while by now. {Just kinda skipped past the boring stranger-roommate transition to the good stuff for you, the readers.}
"What?" she looked down, blushing. Didn't stop. "Huh, sorry if that makes you a little uncomfortable."
I shrugged, "I'll get over it, but as I was saying. Huh, at least girls can go slow. I don't have to floor the brakes, but it's better this way. It's complicated, so it's easy to skip chapters ahead. But really, it works so much better to stop and smell the roses, as often as possible." I know my brain ain't workin' when I resort to speaking in cliche's. "Huh! So, I was also raped, like you." She stopped, "It was my girlfriend's son, so not exactly like you. He didn't have to stalk me, I was over at his house all the time, but she took advantage of me. Then, he took advantage of the opportunity that presented. Then, I went insane for a while. Nervous breakdown, talking to myself, or the voice in my head, and paranoid delusions about demons. Huh! My doctor said it was probably maternal psychosis, but it came out like a combination of schizophrenia, and multiple personality. She even had a name." Well, Lilith. "Uh!"
"Wow, so when you say Maternal."
"I mean while I was pregnant, for like half a year, then I got in a convent, had an exorcism, and gave my daughter to the orphanage. That seemed to do the trick, I'm even off the medication for it." After the post-partum depression wore off.
"But you have a daughter."
"Yeah, Janeane. After Janeane Garafalo?"
"Oh yeah." She nodded.
{St: >| "Sweet Pear." (Mighty;)}
"She's about 3, or 4. All this happened in high-school. Then, the church payed for my GED, and some classes here. I'm pretty much down to Art. Huh! Ask me how the fuck you teach art, but. I guess they're easy As, so I can stay in school. Maybe the rest of the semester, but really it's for the labs. Huh! I get a timeslot in the studios. So, I can keep working on that, but they say they can use me in groundskeeping when I get back."
"Back where?"
"Utah. Yes, there's a Catholic convent in Utah."
"Oh."
"Well," I pulled out my fingers, "I guess you got the gist of it, you want to try it on me, now?"
"Yeah," she got up.
"Okay, just not too rough on the clit, okay?"
"Yeah," she sat on the side of the bed. And felt up the inside of my thigh.
'hHH!" I just closed my eyes. "Snh!" Smelled my fingers.
"Oh yeah, and great bodywash."
"Thanks," I nodded, "Can you keep talking, too?"
"Yeah."
"It helps, distract me. HmmmnH!" I licked my lips, "Yeah, just likeat, for a while."
"Okay?"
"Scented products, huh! They mask the natural smells."
"Huh!" she put her other hand on my thigh. "Can you touch me too?"
"I can try." I opened my eyes, and stopped at hers, for a while. She smiled, and looked down, blushing. "Here," I reached up, "Let's get this towel off of you." Between her cute perky little breasts. And untucked the corner. Dropping it behind her, I felt up her back. "Come here," and felt one, to bring the tiny pink point to my lips.
"Huh!" She stopped. Touching me, good, I don't need the distraction.
"Smp!" I rubbed my thumb of the now wet, and stiffened nipple. "Huh! Whoohahhh!" Blew it dry, and them breathed on it. "Smq," sucked all around it, to find it with my tongue.
"Huh!" she felt my hair, with her fingers twining wet, and dry in my curls.
"Qlq!"
"Yeah."
I like to take my sweet time...
{>| Broken...}
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Aryn {FF... Pretty much just changing PoV. Cons; Also, Race. Since it becomes an issue.}
"Huh!" I shook it out, but she just kissed the other one, again. "Okay, that's enough." more than enough, "God, it's like you can suck my titties all night?"
"Aye, lass," she nodded, "Good reason for that." Grinning.
"Well, huh! It also makes me incredibly horny."
"Sorry," she looks down, "If I go too slow, just say when to move on."
I kissed her back, "Well, huh! You think you could kiss me," I looked, "down there?"
"You only had to ask." She started kissing my chest, but in between, and just squeezed around her face.
{St: Still autoplay on the same playlist, on repeat. "After the Fall..."}
"Huh! You don't, seem to mind, that I'm black."
"Smq?" She shook her head. "Smhrh!" Wiped her face back and forth over my tummy. "I'm not gonna blow smoke up your butt, and say there's no racist lesbians, but because of my, sexual, complex. *es," Shook her head harder this time. "I believe in 1 race: Human. The differences are pretty superficial," shrugs, "You're harder to draw, shadows on, or tell when you're flushed, but I can feel it." Up almost to my neck, then wiping that, and her shoulders with her fingers, and knuckles.
"Hhn!" I was looking at the sketch, in Charcoal. She did pretty good, but then my eyes closed. "Uhm?"
"Yeah," she kissed my belly button.
"Hm," sucked it out, "Yeah, nh!" Okay, I knew about my nipples, but seriously? "OhhHH!"
"God it makes such a difference. Or everything, guys just don't know how to touch a girl."
"Mhm?" It slipped out, "SPUP!"
'uH!" I hunched, "Huh! Yeah, I guess because they don't know how it feels, like."
"Don't have all the parts, and, they're. Simpler, so I guess learning this level of complexity, may be harder for them?"
"How do you mean?"
"Well," she put her elbow down.
{Georgie and her Rival...}
"Actually, I don't know either."
"Mhm?" I nodded. Back on the pillow, or the one under my neck, she put another under my back, but just rubbed her palm over my sex, and her fingers over my pubes. "HuhaAh!?" She just drummed her fingers, but it felt fantastic! "Huhuh?"
"Hahaha! I love your name, bye the way. Well, the way you spell it is Ironic. You know, being the opposite of Arayan?"
"Yeah!" I laughed too, "You know I never thought of that?" I looked down, "Are you?" Back and forth between her eyes.
"Halfway," she shrugged, "Depending on how you define it. Scotch Irish, Buchannan in the old country. Mixed British isles, actually. Some Welsh, and Manx too. Smq?"
"Huh!"
"And I can't help you're pretty Anglicanized. With a name like Bourne."
"Oh, it's pronounced Bernie."
"Like the town."
"Yeah, I'm from SA?" It's a satellite community of.
"Well, that's what I mean," looking down, "If you want to talk about it..." She blew on my pubes, I didn't even realize were that moist. "Whooohhahhh?"
"Nght!" I shook my head.
Going down, it felt so hot on my waxed lips.
"SLH!"
"Huh!"
We let the conversation go from there, for a while.
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Ruth {FF Pseu Saph. Okay, it turns out neither is, technically a lesbian. Not the only way these things happen.
St: "All Grown-up;" then back to "So like Candy." On repeat... At some point she puts Spike; in the other tray.}
"SAPH!"
"Mhm, yeah."
"Huh!" I looked up, "I must say you're pretty insensitive."
"Well, actually I'm a masochist."
"What?"
"I love pain, need it to get off, really."
"I know, but. Really?"
"Yeah, bondage helps. Huh! I lied, to you, a lot okay? I heard, you're kinda sapphobic."
"No I'm not!"
"And in denial about it."
"I'm;" not in denial. "Snh!" She nodded.
"So, yeah. Sorry. Not my first rodeo-cowboy."
"Huhah?"
"At first," She looked down, "Huh!" her breasts fell, "I guess I didn't think you'd believe me. Nobody ever did, because. Well, I guess what you said about Patriarchy, and gender roles?" She nodded, "Well, it sounds so unbeleiveable, and I don't really remember it. But, I wasn't raped by a boy. I was raped by another girl, in kindergarten, with a crayon. I didn't get off on it, but. Uh! I don't fucking know, you think that's why I have to hurt myself, to orgasm?"
"Don't ask me, it's your sexuality." I thought, "Shit," facepalmed, "You stalked me." And changed it, so that 'he' was the endzone stalker, instead of being the friendzone stalker.
"Hihihn!" Change the subject, "So yeah, anyway. Hh, I saw you, in Art Class last year. Well, you came in to use the studio, and." she shrugged, "I guess I watched you, and. Yeah, it got me into Elvis Costello. Huh." She rolled her eyes, "I'm also a Furry, Nekomimi?"
"Kitty play?"
"Yeah, but not like, Hello Kitty, or Lolicon Hentai." She chucked her head at the CD player, "Pads, Paws, and Claws."
"Hahaha! I hate that song."
"I figured, since you always skip past it. So, you're. A powerbottom?"
"Huh, I'm more like a big-top. I can drive, but I need a push to get started. Inertia."
"And a nerd," she giggled, and rubbed her nose. With her paw.
"You're a Furry, really?"
"Yeah, hand me my purse?"
I grabbed it, "Here."
"Thanks," she pulled out a mirror, and a pick to fluff out ear-tufts. "Huh!" she licked the back of her thumb, and held up the mirror to carefully smooth one out. Then switched hands to do it again.
"Huhah!?" Easily the most humanly feline thing I have ever seen done. Didn't seem to think about it.
"Pantheress, obviously."
"Well," I shook my head, "I can probably figure out the wax play."
"Yeah?"
"Tomorrow," nodding, "Gotta wait for the Art Labs to open up."
"Why?"
"It's a surprise."
"You want me to," she pushed up the inside of my thigh, "Get you off first?" Looked down.
"Nah,' I'm good, "I can wait..." I stretched, and yawned. Reached for the light.
"Good night, Aryn."
"Cat," she looked back, "You can call me Kat."
"Okay, Kat." Click.
"Ruth?"
"Yessum?"
"You like, flogging at all?"
"I dunno." Never tried it, either.
"Oh, okay." She took a deep breath, and held it. "Why do you still use CDs?"
"Old fashioned, I guess." Explains her 90s music. I just put my earbuds in, put on some Peaches. Close-up (Feat. Kim Gordon) and turned it way down to just the bass.
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Good Mourning {FFS Sculpt, NS. Still pretty erotic.}
"Just need to grab some candles." She pulls back the sheet, looked like a tent with some A frames, and a dowel between them.
"What's that?" A nude.
"Not what," she shook her head, "You."
"Huh?" I ducked. "How long have you been working on it?"
"All right class, take your seats."
"You want to get the curtain?"
"Yeah,"
"I'll put some music on."
"MeAuh!" She turned it don. I giggled, Elvis Costello - Pads Paws, and Claws(Spike: The Beloved Entertainer) "Of course."
She turned it down, and I pulled the sheet off the tent. "You need this frame?"
"Here," she tipped up one end, "Put it in the corner." The empty one.
"Who's this?" The Art instructor.
"My model."
"Well tell her to keep her clothes on."
"You just did!" I'm right hear, I hain't deef, massa.
"Huhah!" she waved, "Down girl. Mreauh!" pawed. "Hahah! I just need to do her face." Which got real hot.
"It's white," and a plain ball of wax, or most of one.
"Yeah," she shrugged, "It's the cheapest. Let me rough it on before I do the skin."
"How did," I looked at the nipples. My nipples, Imagine. But they even looked familiar. She was lighting candles anyway, so I got down, and looked from a more familiar angle. Then I pulled out my top, and stood up to shine some light down it.
"What?"
"I;" shrugged, "See why you're an art major!"
"I'll have to go back over some of the details,"
"Do you have," I rubbed my shoulder, "Photos of me," I looked it up and down, "Naked?"
"No, why?"
I walked around, saw what my pussy looked like, without the hair.
"Hh," just shook my head, "So how'd you get it, so detailed all ready?"
"Huh?" She just glanced back, then back up at me. "Sorry, working from memory."
"Why're you sorry about that?"
"I can already see, lots of things I got wrong?"
"Like what?" all the skin I could see looks familiar. "I mean, the color's not," I held out my arm, "Perfect, but." It has sunlines. My sunlines?
"Some of the proportions, I exaggerated your hips, and underestimated your shoulders."
"Yeha?" I walked up the side, turned my head. "Really?"
I can't see it, those are My hips, and shoulders!
"Yeah, a little." Set down a basket, with pillar candles, and a blowtorch? Then she started working up the neck with the candles. I stood there, holding my neck. Felt it get warm, then so hot, just watching her blend it with a paintbrush, and switching candles in her other hand. She made brown, out of red, and green, I watched her do it. She looked up, "Could you move your hand?"
I nodded, she chucked her head, so I looked up.
The music changed, "I don't wanna kiss you, I don't wanna touch..."
I walked over to the computer. Laptop, folded open. [This Year's Model.] "Huh!" [Elvis Costello and the Attractions.]
"Scoot closer," she turned on a light on a stand, and turned it on the arm.
"Huh?" She felt my neck! Closed her eyes, and just let her arm, slip down from the back of my jaw to the tops of my shoulder bones. "Hm," nodded, and felt back up, then she lit a blowtorch.
I got out my pack, "Can I smoke in here?"
"Out back." She pointed to a door. 3 dumpsters, with a fence. Wood slats, taller them me. I went behind the cardboard one, and pulled out the crotch of my catsuit.
"Huh!" I took another drag. "HhhHhHuhHUH!"
Fuck, I'm drenched. But there's a whole classroom right there, and I can't even get naked!?"
"Hey," she came out, "Let me get a drag," and moved my fingers out of the way.
{St: Elvis Costello - "This Year's Girl" (This Year's model)}
"Never know if it's a real attraction,
"Hnnnnh!" Smoke out of her nose.
"All these promises of satisfaction,"
"Be right back," she slipped her fingers out of the crotch, so it snapped back, and went back inside.
"While she's being bogged? To distraction," Not sure I heard that right. "Via? This year's girl."
Dropped the square by the door, so I went and got it, as soon as I pulled it back over. Took a long slow drag, and blew off the ember, waved it back and forth between my spread fingers.
Knock! She mimed through the window of the door, so I pulled the straps off my shoulders, and the top down to my bra. Pushed it down around my sides, reaching back for my bra strap.
She came out, picked up the square for another drag, and closed her eyes.
"Hih?" I closed my eyes, "Hhhhhn." Relaxed, then took the smoke back while she ran inside.
Took the bra off the rest of the way, and walked around the cardboard dumpster, pushing the rest of the stretch velvetine (Lycra blend) over my hips and down my legs.
"Knock,"
I pulled one out, and stepped around, where she could see.
! b *_* d !
I picked my ears out, and grabbed my purse for the mirror...
^-_-^
Next time, she came out, to kiss me, and feel me up, with the door propped open.
"See your friends in the state their in.
See your friends getting under their skin.
See your friends getting taken in."
{~E Costello (1978) ARR.}
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Ruth {FF Cons}
She let the lab out, and stopped by the drape. Watercolors, but still transparent enough to see her silhouette, backlit from the painting studio. She just let her arm fall, went out, and left the lights on.
"Hokay," I turned out the music, "We should have at least an hour before she comes back, and sets up the next lab." Unbuttoned my shoulder strap. "I can't believe I never saw it before."
"What?" she stopped in the middle of pulling down her cat-suit. And I mean a stretch velvetine 1 peice, with nothing underneath, like a swimsuit only a leotard.
"You're a cat." Why she draw kittens running through fields of flowers, or doodles them as backgrounds. "It's not really an act for you?"
She nodded, "It's my act, but what I like to play. Other games too, but it's always been my favorite." I turned to her walking behind me. "Here," she rubbed my shoulders, "Sit down."
"Okay?" she scratched them. Lightly, but. "Hm, you're going to have to cut your nails."
"No," she stopped, "I don't." ran them lightly down my neck to make me shiver. "You think that, but I do just fine with long nails, even when they're sharp. They feel sharp to you?"
"Not at all." She also buffs them, almost constantly. Like a nervous habit, but with emery boards so fine, they don't even feel rough. "Ow!"
"They can still scratch, I just don't. It's like your fire-play, you're very good with the blowtorch."
"Oh, well I never, played with someone." With a blowtorch, "Uh, you'd be. Into that?" Honestly never tried hot wax, either. "It doesn't, seem like a game."
"Huh! You have a lot of control. You do, it's amazing to watch you work, and this is incredible." She felt the statue.
"Well, it's just a rough study." I shrugged, "I might be able to get it bronzed." Well, "Make a mold, for a single pour. Huh! You have to break the mold off."
"I don't know, if I want to be copied."
"Oh, well it doesn't have to be a direct duplicate. I've got the basic build, but now I can do changes. Well, I can always do changes, wax is pretty forgiving." Likeat.
"The face is incredible. It's like, a 3D mirror."
"Well, you're pretty incredible too." And all that back scratching really had an affect. "Huh!" I petted down her arm.
She just turned, tilted her head to kiss me.
"Snh?"
"Sorry," I looked down.
"I know," she frowned, "But you're gonna have to get past it. I'm not gonna hurt you," she smiled, "Quite the opposite, I want to make it up to you." She kissed my neck, and felt up my chest to the clasps of my straps.
"Hm!" It did feel good, and I could mostly just smell the hot wax, even the paint smells from the other side of the curtain.
"Relax," she got one undone, and juggled one of the bra cups out from behind the bib. Unhooked the other side, and I pulled them down over my hips. Leaned back against the project table, she stopped kissing my shoulder inside the open neck of my shirt, and pulled it up. I stood up enough to let my overalls drop.
"Oh," I shiver, "You're good and wet." Well, hot wax, blowtorch indoors. There's only so much the AC can handle. "Here," she gets down, and picks up my legs. To work my overalls off over my boots. Work clothes, she doesn't seem to mind.
"I never had a problem with that." I shrug, "Huh, I'm a big girl, I sweat a lot."
"I've been with big girls, it's not normal. Oh, it's okay. I hate normal, it's boring."
She slipped her fingers down the front of my shorts. 'hiH!" Her nails.
"Hold still." They slipped right back out, didn't even penetrate, but just it's edge, prying my lips apart. It scared me, but felt kind of thrilling as well. She slipped them down, "Here, why don't you get up on the table?"
She bent down, sliding her forearms down the insides of my thighs. Kissing, and lapping at them, on both sides, her hands came together pinching my hairy crotch between the sides of her fingers. "SMQ!"
"Huh!" I just let my head fall back. Up on my elbows, she pinched my pubes between her lips, and pulled them, to suck back out. Soundlessly, "Huh! You think I should, wax the front too?"
I shrugged, "Why?"
She felt up my sides, "To match the statue?" Behind me.
"Yeah," She found the clasp. "I could see what I'm doing better, here, HUH! Now?" My chest felt free, and she rubbed the lines around my back and ribs.
"We don't have the right kind of wax," she pulled up the hanging cups, "Here, duck your head." She just slipped it over, and pulled my hair out. "Maybe this evening?" She felt up, and lifted them. "I can make an appointment for the full Brazilian."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yeah!' She grinned, "And it really turns me on." Switching to one side. "SMQ!"
"Hm," I bit my lip, but she opened her mouth wide, to suck in the whole nipple, and. Didn't bite, but I felt her teeth. Rolling in, and it swelling in the vaccuum.
"WLQ!"
"Ahshit!"
"Pbp!" It snapped back, and she cupped the other side with both hands. "Hm, snh! WLK!"
"Huhn!"
"Pbt!" I hunched, and my belly flopped.
"Mihin!" She juggled them together, then squeezed them around her face. Her hot face, dark with blood, and her swollen lips coming open to lap up between them. "Mhmhm!" Laughing, muffled, "Phfbt!"
I had to laugh at the obscene farting noise. "Hahn!" Just holding one, her other hand slipped down to rub my steaming crotch, and her nails through my pubes.
"I love your wool."
"You're a furry."
"Yeah, the lady who taught me, or played Zoo with me, she's a big old goat."
"Huhihn!" My breasts shook, the one in her hand, she kissed it again, and did that not quite bite, sucking pinch, thing. "Oah!"
"Snh!" She let go, and switched hands, to suckle the other. "I love big girls." Smq, "Big soft. Huhn! Beautiful women, like you."
"Oh!" Now she was rubbing it in. Her thumb, the nail just barely scraping, almost to the crack of my ass, flattened on the edge of the plywood. It was, so thrilling? Not the pain, she didn't lie, didn't hurt me, but kept playing right at the edge. The blunt edge of her nails, like the chisel points of her teeth, rolling over my areolae, and barely pinching the teat as it popped out. "HUH!" My belly flopped.
"Snh?" she smelled the moist ball of her thumb, and lapped it. "Well, how about bottom-dagger?"
"What?"
"I like to fuck from the bottom," she held up a taper, "With this?" Not one of mine. She looked down, "I'm really into wax."
"I see that," she could barely sit still for the reading. I felt her face.
"Hm, yeah." She just closed her eyes, so I ran my palm down her chin. Up on one elbow, I felt her again. "Hhh!" her breath on my fingers, and her lips with the tips. Her nose, never did a black nose before, not a lot of black models. Very African feature, kind of flat, but that just made the nostrils flare out from the firm cartilaginous bulb I rubbed around in circles until she giggled, and turned away. Nice tight neck. Visible tendons, but she has a very, active head? She talks with her head, like an Italian's hands, or a spokes'model.
I guess, you ever watch the female anchor on the news? Yeah, she's there to look pretty, and maybe engage housewives, but she watches Him talk. Nodding, and turning back to the camera, as if to reassure herself that we're paying attention, instead of just a camera. Nods, then picks up the next story. Not a very expressive face, probably why she compensates with her head.
"I haven't, really done much of this. I had girlfriends, and a couple of them. Well, one was really controlling, I guess you'd call her a Dommy Mommy, and the other was very rough."
"No, get up," she climbed up, and rolled over. "On your knees, but over me." She brought the candle. "No, over on the side."
"I like this," I looked down, felt her leg. "I can see you." Not all of her, but the whole front. Her spongey hair crushed our under her head. Almost like a natural pillow. "I love your ears." I picked one out with my fingertips. She just blinked, up at me.
"You ready?" Ironically, it felt cold. Being a candle and all. She fucked me, not like I never fucked before, but it helps to think about Her fucking me. Who it is, yeah it's a cold featureless tube of wax, but the hand behind it is a person, and it takes a while for me to warm up to people, okay? Here we've been living together in the same room for over a month, and, "Huh! Any bondage?"
"I tied my girlfriend up once. Well, maybe a little edgeplay."
"What kind?"
"Knifeplay, well a knife, and dagger. I made them, for us, so she wanted to try it out."
"The rough one, not the Domme?" She nodded, "Look, don't worry. Huh! I don't care who you think about, when we have sex. I'm not really all that possessive, and territorial when it cums to women."
"Oh," hadn't even thought about that, "Good. I really prefer older women;" but she's about my age.
"You're pretty insensitive, too." She nodded.
"Big toys for big girls?" I shrugged, "I worked at a porn shop, and lived at a convent." She laughed with me, "I stole a habit for Halloween once, it was a big hit."
"So, could you steal another one?"
"A nun?" I shook my head, "Yeah, probably if I go back to visit Janeane." Nod, "I, huh! I don't know, how to care for her."
"How you feel about her?"
I looked away.
"You're also resistant to therapy."
"I built up a tolerance."
"Muahah?"
"Well, my first couple," real "Girlfriends, huh! They were like that. Liked to talk in bed, and play mindgames. Now I don't mind, but. Huh, actually you mind if I lie down? My knees are staring to hurt."
Plywood tabletop. "Here, up on your side." She turned over, "Pull your thigh up, yeah."
"Hh," pillowed her head on my thigh, I petted up and down her stretched out side.
"Don't distract me," she slipped the thick warmed up base back through my lips, and pried them open to the well. I don't need lube, most of the time. It takes me a while to get it going, but I've been at it all day, and those touchy feeley breaks out back over the last several hours, she could probably fist me if not for those nails.
"Oh!"
"That your cervix?"
"Snh!" She felt, around it?
"Huh! Snh!" She pulled right back out, and rubbed up and down again. "Huh, don't stop."
"I don't."
"SH! Fugh!" She just quickswiped the flat wet rounded end up and down, then started swirling it in again, twisting back, and forth. "Hof, uh!" Then, "NGH!" Another gentle probing, around the donut of my cervix, then right back out, not even taking the scenic route. "Ughf" I almost fell over, and she pushed my leg back up. "What the fugh?" I wiped drool off with my arm.
She grinned, "You like it?" Not really fucking, in, and out, but more twisting, and swirling in, then pulling it straight out, so my twat sucked at it.
"Oh my god I've never been fucked likeat."
"Hihin?" She put her leg up, and shut me up, then put the candle in my hands. So, I took over, "SNHHHHH!" Pushed her up with my chin, and "SNHHH!" Caught the rest of the breath.
This, I could handle. Thick? I don't mean likeat, she's pretty long, and skinny, but not skinny. Lean, I mean lean, but thick hot lips, inside and out, kinda bury her clit, and hood. Right, she likes it rough, so split her open with my nose to plant my lip over my teeth, and dig my tongue in, to go to work with my fat chin.
"Um, meah!" She moved my hands, and puts her elbows down on my belly to fuck me. None of that fuckin around, teasing me, but some good old fashioned piston action, to crank one right out. Some juices came out with it, on each stroke, and the hard waxy surface felt so slick, almost greasy. I have to grab her ample, firm cheeks to push up, moan and breathe.
"Hoaaaaah, uh uhn. FughnHHHHHHH!"
She held the end, right on my cervix, but then it started spasming, and I felt her work it in. "NGHAAAAH!" Felt a lot faster than it actually was, between spasms, not unlike working a vibrator into your asshole, only the candle end wasn't vibrating.
"Guh! Fuck!"
It gushed. Heard about it, or read about it in stories that are not to be believed. My first literal gush ran down my asscheek, and soaked into the table under my hip. "Gahn!" she pulled it out, and turned it back to the flatter end, to work as much out as she could.
It came out of my womb. Now, I'd given birth, it was years ago, kicking myself in retrospect for not trying this before, but, I just held my breath, and bit into her thigh for the fat end.
"MRHHHHHHHH!" Not even cumming any more, but that hot and cold washed up my scalp turning to electric tingles, feeling it twist, and wiggle through to my uterus. "Guhn, fugh!"
"Yeah, it's really good for getting your period out, too."
I just kept waiting to pass out.
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Kat {FF F NS}
"Hih ih, hihn, ngh. Hiiihn!" She caught her breath. I sat up, and she bent down to kiss me. "HUMN!" I pulled out the candle, grinned, and held it up between us. "Snh?" I nodded, so she tried, licking it, then closed her eyes to suck it. Just the end, where it was the widest, then beveled back to the flat bottom with a little nipple melted over the knot of the wick. I went ahead and used one of her candles while she was blending with the torch to round, and cool a good fucking tip, on both ends. "KRWLK! Kah!"
"You taste delicious."
"Mind if I return the flavor?" She grinned, and winked.
"Uh," I rolled my eyes, "Actually, would you mind doing what we came here for,' glancing at the clock, "Before the teacher comes back?"
"Hm?" She shook her head.
"I told you, you have to hurt me. Burn me, go ahead, and light that candle, I'll show you how."
I got up, then down on a drop-cloth. Leaning back, I just let my head hang. "Have a seat," I grinned, then kissed her, and ran the tip of my tongue up side down, through the folds of her lips, and the hood of her clit.
"Huh!, nyeah!" She shook.
"SLap! Huh!" I heard the lighter. "Now, hold it up higher. You want it too cool in the air, and splatter down on my tits, until they're nice, and coated. Myeah!" I held my breath. "Huh! Can you get me, something to lean back on?" She set it down, to collect a nice big pool in the caldera. "Hhhhhh!" I felt down the hod dotted lines, and rubbed my fingertips around the spotted splatters.
"I usually work closer," so it doesn't splatter, and bead up. I nodded, but she tucked a crate under my shoulders. "I think I can get a pillow, or something."
I shook my head, "It's about pain, not comfort," I skooched my shoulders on the hard plastic edges. Milk crate. "Pull up a mouth, make yourself comfortable. "Mph!" Now, I don't need to put my elbows down, so i can reach between my legs. "MmhpHPH!" She squirmed, and some of the air farted out, so I could gasp before she settled down again.
I just went away, and she finally stood up, when I started screaming, muffled into her cunt with the powerful climax. It rippled up, and down me, under the hard slick beaded coat. Between it and the soft, hot near burns of my hurting flesh. Like one giant hickey? I don't know how to describe it, they fade after a couple hours, instead of days, if you do it right. But until then, I can just relax, and try to breathe as the twitches settle down.
KLUNK!
"Huh!" I pulled my fingers out, and licked them. The art teacher was back, and setting up the other side of the studio, so we giggled and took our clothes back to the restroom.
"Girls?" She didn't look in, but cracked the door. "Uh, I gotta speak with you, when you get dressed."
"Hihihn!"
We put it off, kissing and picking most of the wax off until she came back.
"Girls!"
"Sorry, Mrs Evans. Huh! We're coming right out."
"Have a seat," she took the corner of a different table, "Now, I don't have a problem, with you,"
"You don't want to sound homophobic." I nodded.
"I'm not, but this isn't about that. Huh! I can't let you two use campus property, for that. I shouldn't have even left you" looking right at me, "Alone in here, but wouldn't matter if one of you were a man." Or white?
"Or both of us. So, why's it always 'men,' and 'girls'?"
"Beg pardon?" She looked at me.
"That's sexism. Only it's self inflicted. Are you a woman?"
"Yes, of course. Now don't change the subject. Beth, you've already disrupted enough labs with your, work. Now, I can't have nude modeling."
She gasped, "Let alone lesbian sex!" theatrically, I giggled. She frowned, and blushed.
"In the school's studios. So, what I was about to Offer, is another studio, where you can work on your art. If you don't mind waiting until after the lab, you can load her up, and we can move it there this evening. You may also use the studio, for your romantic purposes, if you don't have another place you feel safe. Now, I know;"
"Thanks, Mrs Evans!" I jumped up and kissed her cheek.
"What's your name," she practically pushed me off, but laughed.
"Taryn."
"All right, Taryn, were you planning on taking Art next year?" I'm a dancer, but I don't mind doing some modeling, if it leads to that.
"No offense, but this isn't an Art school, it's a farming school, and how do you teach Art, anyway?"
"I don't know what you mean?"
"Well," Liz spoke up, "There's the basic techniques, tools, and so forth, but it's not like you can teach talent." Mrs Evans pulled back the curtain, and I saw the big fan was rolled in front of the double doors, to blow the air out.
'What was that about?'
"She's doing us a favor? I could really use the studio, not to mention the lovenest, and why were you pushing her buttons like that?"
"I dunno," see what they do? "You know her better then me." I guessed.
"Right, exactly, and for one thing she's a tightwad, and I can't really afford to pay her any rent. So, I'd kinda like to stay on her good side."
"Well, she's racist."
"Yeah, and sexist, too. Texas?" She nodded, "We still have to be able to deal with people, especially racist sexists, in Texas. This ain't Ohio."
"Yeah, well Ohio's pretty racist, and sexist too."
"Well, we can't fight everyone, and win. We need allies, and friends, even ones we don't like."
"Okay," I shrugged, "Then we'll use her." I went and swept all the wax out of the restroom, while she packed up her supplies, then we started loading the wax board in the van. It was a long afternoon.
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'Beth {FFF, NS.}
"So," she sat up front, "How much is this going to cost?" I rode back with the project, and supplies.
"I understand if you're not, financially;"
"Oh, I have plenty of money," she laughed, "Liz's the one on financial aid, my dad's a businessman."
"What kind of business?" Making conversation.
"He was a regional manager for Hardee's?"
"The fried chicken place?"
"Look, uh! If you don't want to sound racist, do'ya think you could try a little harder? I'm sorry, but it's a burger place. They don't even sell fried chicken any more, except for sandwiches, and tenders, just like MacDonalds'. Ever since they got bought out by Carl's Jr's, he had the option of changing over, but he sold his franchises instead. Now, he's pretty much retired, and investing. Why I'm a business major, the only way I'm gonna make it in this culture without a man is to make my own money, but I got a trust fund, and everything."
"I'm not racist."
"Everyone's racist, it's a racist society. You just try too hard, I noticed that, in college since they don't want to appear racist, you're just way more subtle about it. Same with sexism, and sapphobia."
"Pardon?"
"Homophobia, only for lesbians. Huh. Look, you don't have to burn crosses in my yard, that's too obvious. What I'm talking about is cultural racism, the assumptions that because we're an interracial couple, I'm the poor one. Or I don't talk black, it's the same kind of stereotypes as the manhating lesbian, or you need a man to be financially secure."
"A'right, I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry, you're Texan. I got used to it in Cleveland, where they just shoot you when you call the cops, then cover it up. It's just a different kind of prejudice down here, but it's like, a lot of blacks I know talk to me, all ghetto. Because I'm black, or assume because you're white, you're automatically racist. The thing is prejudice is about assuming, based on nothing. Just because most blacks are poor, because most whites take the high paying jobs doesn't mean that I'm poor, just because I'm black. Why I had to take a business degree at a fucking farmer's college, because all the affirmative action slots were already taken, and I was paying my own way instead of the UNCF, but you're smart, and empathetic. So you can learn this, you just have to listen instead of interrupting to talk over me. I'm sorry if I made you feel racist, I'm not really offended, but now you're aware of it. That's the important part."
She looked back, winked, "So, how much is this studio gonna cost me?"