Ruth

Okay, to start, the narrator doesn't distinguish very well between fantasy, and reality because she's young, it's fuzzy recollecion, and there's several layers of denial stacked on top of it. Oh, and all speling erors should be intentional puns.

Maud {TF Pseu Saph NS}

"Huh!" she dropped her tool bags.

"Rough day?" I hit Record.

"You're watching TV?" evasive, so;

Commerical anyway. "Have a seat," on the coffee table, I rubbed her shoulders. I feel, "Quite a bit of tention."

"Sports?" Even more tention.

"Yes, the defensman there. #65?" She nodded. I rubbed her neck, but that made her shoulder tense more. Helping to screen their goal.

"The," took a moment, "F2M?"

"Yes, s-he" pronounce the s and h seperately, "Was a patient of mine, it's hes first international league game." Transexual American in the World Cup, potentially. "Armstrong Waiver." For medically necissary steroids, though hes Hips are at least as much an advantage. "Where's all this tention coming from?" I had thought she'd gotten past her internalized transphobia.

"Huh!" she nodded, "Sounds like the doctor's in." She sounded tired, and smelled, well. "Sexual tention." she shrugged, so I moved my thumbs over to those. "Mh!" Dug deeper for them. "Hh, there's this, asshole at work. Think I'll go back to the labor office tomorra." Works mostly for occupational therapy, or gets depressed just lying around the house with Netflix (r). Day labor is how she gets job interviews. "He's, I guess intimidated?"

"By you," that tention gone, but she nods, so I go back to her neck, cross my thumbs, and work in my fingers.

"Hm," it relaxes, "Yeah. Sexually harasses every skirt that walks bye, checks me out when nobody's looking, plays slap-ass with the guys, and tells a lotta homophobic jokes. It's all 'Fag' instead of dyke, but he likes to drop it when I'm just in earshot, the rest of the crew tolerate it."

"Subtle!"

"Right? But he's the foreman, like my boss. Pisses me off, but we're still in the Demo, so I just worked it off." And wore herself off. "Can you turn it off?"

"Is the TV bothering you?"

"You don't watch sports," Changing the subject, I cut the TV, expecting to see anger, not tears.

"Oh!"

"Nmh!" I moved around to her lap, she's a big girl, but to hold her on my shoulder. Dryclean only, but it's just tears. Not really a lipstic kinda girl, yaknow? "Hh," she shook her head, got up, and took off her shirt. So, I followed her to the bed. She sleeps on her side, but she crushed a pillow up, under her head, and turned. "I lied."

Ah, Confession. "You know I like jocks. Really girly jocks, and;" she shrugged, I sat on her bottom. All we'd taken off was the work shirt, so I let the girls out, and she grunt/sighed. Still had her boots on. Started working her deltoids over her scapulae, gently with the heels of my hands. "Hhhhhh." She relaxed even more.

"Well, she was a soccer jock, and a cheerleader," and she hates cliche's, "Fuckin' hate cliches."

"I know." She shrugged again.

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"Ellie" {G Solo Flashback.}

"Huh!" I woke up, and even as the dream faded from my blinking eyes. "Shelly." Soccer jock, I had thought maybe I could try out for goalie. Maybe lose some weight, but really, after the first game. I just wanted to watch her play, at the park. She's a Center, and scored the game winning goal, but she was all the way over there. Yonder, her hair bouncing behind her in braids, but I wished I brought binoculars to see her bounce under those shorts, and that teeshirt.

"Great game," it's not like we have a locker-room, pop had to stop by the burger stand for dinner so I could change in the rest-room, but I was so tired. We just went straight home, and I crashed out. But I dreamed, and when she shot that goal, she turned, smiled at me like "See?" Ran up to jump into my arms, kicking and giggling, and I knew. I joined the team to watch her play, and maybe see her change.

Also, I heard she's bisexual, the rumor is I'm gay, so. "Huh!" Yeah, they could be right. I threw Khanny at my sister's bed, so she rolled over, and stopped snoring. Where was I? Oh yeah, no idea what she'd see in me, but you never know if she's outta your league, unless you try out. "Huh!" I feel fat, I read somewhere, well it was at the dentist's office that gymnasts don't start developing until late, because they have so little body fat. Well, actually, Barbie doesn't have enough to menstrate, I thought that was a laugh. And, they found a link between obese girls, and starting early.

I didn't start early, but my chest is fat enough I can feel them like boobs. Not like Shelly's. They're so round, and bouncy, and perfect, I just want to hug her, and feel them squish all over my chest, and pick her up, and twirl her around.

Wednesday practice, my schedule kind of revolved around seeing her again, but we had a bathroom to change in. No shower, but spandex! "Hhn!" Okay, light brown hair, wavy when it's not braided back, and I mean 2 braids back from the crowns, to hang behind her shoulders, and bounce when she runs. It's adorable, especially when she gets the pompoms later. Blue teeshirt, with the sleeves ripped out, and 2 nice handfuls, looks like. Just about right, I guess. I get glimpses of, but they're black, and it's dark in there, and they're distracting.

Right, goaly. And she's the shooter. Scary, no idea how she can jog that fast, dribbling, and no idea when it's gonna pop out, and which way I'll have to jump. I come out to cut down her angle, but she just sidesteps, popping it behind her leg, and dances back. So, I dive for it, I can use my hand, and bat it away. And look up, she drops her foot back. "Huh!"

Runs off to get the ball. Burn this shirt, or you know bronze it, and set up a shrine around it. Get a camera, and; "huh!" Get your head back in the game, don't let her distract ya. She turns off early, comes in at a diagonal, so I side-skip to keep up with her, but I'm on the inside, so I don't have to go as far, and she stops. I get it on the dive, but hit the ground pretty hard. "You okay?"

That's Her hand. I take it, and she helps me up. "Yeah," catch my breath, "KHUHL!" She runs off. "Whht!" Spit on the way back, carry the ball back to the net. She takes a shot of Gatorade, and nods to the coach. "Okay girls, line up."

Shelly lined up balls, or dropped them from a mesh sack of them. "You didn't block likeat last saturday."

"They weren't shooting on me likeat on saturday."

"Watch the `tude." she turned around, "All right, let's let these other girls get a chance to practice. Dribble in, and try to take a shot like Shelly just demonstrated, but let's give the new girl a work-out." Spotted a Marine tattoo under her shirt. And cleavage, lots of it.

"Huh!" Caught my breath.

"Let's go!" Tweet!

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"Huhuhuh huhuh! Huh huh, Huhhhhhhn!" ... Flic (Bic) "Hn."

"Hey," I jumped.

"Shelly!?" Just got my heart beating right again.

"You're pretty great out there."

Baggy sleeveless teeshirt, and spandex. "Uh," look up.

"Can I have a drag?"

"Yeah," hand it over.

"Whhh! Thanks." She just turns, walks back through the lamps, and from behind. Well, I guess they're enough like boobs to stand back, and watch. I need to get some spandex, and catch her changing. I flipped it off on the way back.

"Who's pickin you up?"

"I gotta call my dad," thought I'd hang around town, until the bars close.

"I gotta phone."

"Hey," I look back, "You're the goalie?"

"Well my mom does."

"Hey, uh. Shelly's mom?" Okay, make Shelly older, and dress her for, business I guessed.

"You're pretty amazing tonight." Well, she had her hair up. "If that's how you practice, we might make county this year."

"Mom," she stamped her foot, and bounced. "Phone?" Motorola Flip!

She digs it outta her purse. Now I'm just a country girl, but we couldn't afford a pager, so, yeah.

"What's your parent's number."

"Where do you live? Oh, we'll take you." And a car alarm, like a magic wand, I didn't even know Mercedes made a minivan.

"Huh!" You could have a party back there. Or like, you know, she could. She had friends. Stayed on the phone on the way back, but I had shotgun to give directions.

"How long have you been in soccer?"

"Just started," Shrug. "Well, we play a lot of dodgeball. So I was thinkin', in soccer, the goalie is a lot like playing dodgeball." Only in reverse. "I mean lookat me, you know who everyone was aimin' at." I got pretty good at dodgeball, didn't really sign up for it. "Just one ball in soccer."

"No, you're Irish?" Cannon, I nodded. "You're loveley. No really, you're not the classic kinda pretty, but you have your own unique beauty, and I think you played pretty badass tonight."

"Just practice."

"Did she play likeat at the game?"

"Mom, I'm on the phone?"

"Well, Shelly could always use more practice, and we come right through here on the way down." I know, I've seen her, passing through. Might've been the first time I saw them, almost dropped my snow-cone. "You're welcome to come up, we have a goal set up on the lawn, and everything."

Turned out, the "Goal" was a couple planters moved regulation distance apart, but they had a old dead trampoline I could rig up, but "Yeah."

"How old are you?"

"Fourteen?" I'm a late bloomer, and big-boned.

Turns out dad found a bar when I checked the messages. So, I called mom at work to see if we could order a pizza, but they were slammed, so she said she'd bring some food home with her. Checked out the fridge, and slapped some shit together for the kids, went and took a shower when they're eating. They found the TV again, I didn't even turn it off.

"Huh!" Okay, Michelle, then Shelly's mom. "Hhuhh!" More hot water, but it's just a fantasy, and I must've lost a little of weight at practice. Ate like a burger and fries. Some catchup, like 2 catchups, but that's it. So, can't imagine touching her, but her touching me? "Uh!" It's just cold tile, but I kiss it anyway. I bet her mom's fingers are rougher. "Hh hH hH Hnh!" I like older women, the coach with the Marine tattoo on her breast? She wasn't a drill sergent, but she had a drill-sergent.

"Yeah!" Drill sergent with a big ole' drill. I don't know what I'd do with it, but imagine a massive tool. Like a strap-on, but I'd take one of those para-motor harnesses, and strap it on backwards. "Yeah!" We had a shampoo bottle from some hotel, and dad had rubbers. I just cut the water to cold, and put the seat down on the toilet. Kids without parental supervision. Also, 2 bedroom, 1 bath house, there's a living-room, and a kitchen, we don't even have a bath-tub.

Well, we have a pool, so there's that. It's not a very big pool, not much else for back yard. I should've gone for a swim instead, but I had to make sure the kids got fed. That's the problem with soccer/practice, all that's in-town, where the bars, and liquor stores are. But it's good to feel something else. Drown it out, the greatest feeling I ever felt was when I discovered my pussy, and all the pleasure I can get outta there. When I can be left alone, with some privacy.

Not sure who to think about, so I flash between coach, Michelle, and her mom, if I could piece all the best parts together. "Are you gonna be in there all night?" My sister beat on the door, "I gotta take a dump!"

"Huh!" Drop it out, and flush the rubber before I cut the water off. Grab a towel to dry off when I get to the bedroom. Lock it, and put the towel on my pillow for my hair. Unlock the door, and turn off the light. Chores done. They'd stay up until one of the parents got home, and chased them off to bed. So, I put my knees up, with the blanket tented over them. "Huh!" I'd do homework in the morning.

Nice shot of Michelle in spandex, under the light, taking a drag off my cigarette, did I really just thump it off? Nice tight lycra, across her beaver. I wonder if she shaves? I think she's that kinda girl, not a hair on her legs, and I love how her thighs taper under the round buttocks, and the flexing in her muscular calves in those puffy white tennis shoes, so yeah. Her legs.

And I have to admit she's got the best tits. They're young, and bouncy, but maybe with that marine tattoo. Or coach, and mom. "Yeah!" In the locker room while the girls run out, and play. Side-skipping, and shaking pompoms, cheering for her mom. Shelly'd make a great cheerleader.

Passionately kissing, and feeling eachother in the showers. Each cupping a breast, and slipping their hands down to touch eachother between their legs. "hhHUH!" That was loud, but they had the TV up and that felt so good I just wanted to get my hands in there, and feel all around them. And get a better body, this one sucks!

She called me later. Turns out you could *69 on a cellular. Who knew? We talked for hours, mostly about nothing, but I never knew what those phone girls talked about all day. Before texting, the internet, and smart-phones, this was an actual cellular phone, and still like finding out your new best friend has a pony.

Maud {TF Ther Psyc}

"Some people's sexual attractions change as they age. For instance, as you get older, your," victims, "Ahem, excuse me." Put on my glasses, "Tastes went from older women, to younger."

"Didn't get much younger'n me back then," she shrugged, "You're older'n me, right?" I looked away.

Back. ;) She laughed. "I don't really care about age, "Never really did." You know that."

And, she reached down. More than a woman of course. I'd recovered from the hormone supressors, and the ED script was kicking in. She's a lesbian, got it? However, our relationship is more about eachother, than the "Plumbing," as she calls it. Doesn't mind, and the way she rubs it with her palm, pinches lips out of the vestigal flesh, licks her fingers to slip them gently into me.

I don't pass out, I just drift away, the bass rising low, then the synth strings, "Uuhn!"

{Soundtrack: Portishead - "Glory Box" (Dummy)}

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Cynthia. {FfG Fant, Mostly. ?}

She called, and picked me up, that's what Michelle's mom's name was. Well us, she talks a lot, but doesn't have much to say, yaknow? Turns out her parents are divorced, which is why I saw her dad driving her down, on the weekends, and picking her up from the game. "Uhuh?" A lotta fun to look at, dressed for school, but didn't button high enough, I didn't mind. Lilac bra.

"I heard you're gay."

"I heard you're bi." My heart skipped to redline, and my face heated up.

"Well," My fingers tightened in my palm, "Maybe bi-curious."

"Then gay curious," I shrugged, "I guess."

"Cool! You have a pool?" You gotta a swimsuit on you? No? Good.

"My dad's a mason, specializes in pools, but he doesn't clean them. Digs them, pours them, even does pretty things with rocks, and fountains." Well, that was a mini-golf, but you get the idea. "Landscaping fountains, Koi ponds..." I could go on.

"My dad's an architect." Explains the money. "I get to see him on weekends, he lives up in Tahoe, he has the most amazing cabin."

"I bet," I just let her talk, and nod excitedly, and gesticulate. "Uh huh?"

"You sure are curious!" she laughed. "Come on," There was a bush. It was a pretty high bush, right there by the house. She pulled her shirt up. "Go on." I touched one, through her bra, pushed it over against the other one. Then, I guess I took a step toward her, and my hand brushed her crotch. She had jeans on, nice tight jeans, and the top hung down so low. "Oh," she pushed her shirt down, "There's my mom."

Minivan, I grabbed our bags. In the back, she slid the door shut. "Yeah," she came over to my side. "Your pretty gay." She grinned, and kissed me. Right behind her mom, she just drove, but I kind of forgot about her.

"Hm!" I looked up, bit my lip back. She turned her hips to sit down, instead of kneeling next to me, but she felt me up. My chest, and my legs. I had shorts on, oh why didn't I wear a skirt?

"You girls want to get changed back there, so we don't have to stop?" Cynthia reached out, and adjusted the mirror. Or she turned it, to look at me. I nodded. "We'll just stop by a drive-through on the way. How's tacos sound?"

"Can you help me with my bra?"

Back up on her knees again, but bent over. Behind her, I unhooked my belt, and tried to figure it out with both hands. I could've gotten some training bras, but I figured what's the point? Make rent, keep the lights on. "Uh! Thanks." She sat down, looked over. "Go on." She rolled her eyes, and turned to me.

Titties, she let me play with them a little, then pulled the sports bra on. I liked them even better that way, gotta love spandex. This was like 2 layers of it, stretched 2 ways diagonally, but lifted them firm, round, and tighter than my ass. "Thank you." I let her put her jersey on.

Then she stuck her hips up, pushed down her jeans, and underwear, then sat down to slide them off. Yup! She shaves. "Mm."

"Huhn?"

"You smell good too."

"Thanks," then she had to pull on the biker shorts, with a lot of scooching, and I really tried to help. "Uh, you might want to get started?" she got up, and pulled my shirt out. She helped me take my clothes off, or I helped a little, and copped a few more feels, but she felt me up some more too, and she put her hands between my legs.

"Ellie!"

"Hm?"

"I think you passed out a little there, you might want to put some clothes on."

"Okay," I kicked my shorts the rest of the way off, and pulled out my uniform shorts. And my jersey, they're expensive, but I've been working hard lately, which saved dad a lot of money on labor. "Sorry," I think I fainted. First we were giggling, then she touched me, and now we have to get out, and play a game. "huh!"

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"Good effort girls." The coach clapped, and lied.

"Whew!"

"Maybe if you weren't Smoking," she snapped it between her fingers, "You could've made another save." She's from Alabama. Search me what she's doing in California.

"Don't listen to her," I shrugged, and lit another one, took another drag. "You're great," she kissed me, and gave it back. "They actually had some offense, this time."

"Yah," a lot of it. "They don't have a star shooter, so they just kinda all kicked it at me." I didn't never know where it was coming from. "Good goal, though." We kissed eachother, and I got my hands under her shirt. Couldn't get the bra up, but I love spandex, and I was right. Just about the perfect handful on each side."

"Huh!" she pushed my arms down, and put it out. She didn't change, just pulled on a jacket, so I pulled on my sweats. "Did you bring a change of clothes?" I shook my head, and pulled it over. "Well, mom said you can come over, and sleep with us tonight," she giggled, "If you wanna." I nodded, and giggled with her. She bit her lip, a lot.

"What?"

"I like you," she kind of hugged my tummy with her hands.

"Why?"

"Huh!" she smiled, and kissed me. "I don't know, but the other week, the way you looked at me," her eyes rolled up, "Huh!" She felt so wonderful on my chest. "And you're awesome in net;" And shoulders, she bent to kiss me some more, and her mom honked.

So, I helped her with her bags. She's got a duffle for her gym clothes, and a purse, but she carried her bookbag. Didn't even think about it, "I might have some old clothes you can borrow," I was in heaven!

"How'd you girls do?"

"1 to 2." I threw the bags over the seat, except her bookbag.

"She got the goal, though."

"Oh, and she was awesome, again!" She hugged my shoulders. "There was a lot of shots, it was really a failing of the defenders, really." Shook them, and I blushed. "She's really amazingly fast."

"Really?" Her mom, has this dry sense of humor.

"Yah!"

"You can take the girl out of the valley." Shelly told me, they're from San Bernadino. Oh, and Cynthia isn't bisexual, she's gay.

"Back in the 70s, well. This isn't Frisco. So, we had to drive into the city to hit the bars, and the clubs. My family, well some people were a little behind from the 60s. They came around." Uhuh? They still call me "Lesbo" into the 90s. Shelly got out the phone, so I got between the seats, and moved up to shotgun. Buckled up. "So, I ran away to LA, then hooked up with some bikers, and ended up out in Berdoo. That's what we called it back then."

"Shelly still does."

"So anyway, after my rebellious youth, I decided I wanted a child while I was still young, I met Shelly's dad, but when he caught me with one of the other wives. Well, he wasn't understanding, either." Bled him dry in the divorce, still on alimony, he remarried, she still doesn't work. "He wanted a son, I wanted a daughter, but it worked out." she looked over, some headlights flashed across her eyes, looked backwards, "I'm used to getting what I want."

"Nice house." we pulled up.

"Shelly told me all about you," She listened too, "We have a pool, I was thinking about having your father come out, and look at it."

"What's wrong with it?" She doesn't unlock the fence. It's in bars, like painted box-steel, not wooden, or chainlink.

"It's a bit boring." Well, we're on the end of the street, you can see right in our back yard. My dad calls it "Advertising," we had all the kids in the neighborhood over, and it isn't even summer."

"Your dad did all that, himself?"

"I helped," on the weekends. Some day-laborers. "Nice straight shot from the gate." He can back straight up from the driveway, run bags back and forth to there. Kidney shaped pool. Table, chairs, and umbrella can be moved, a couple loungers." I set down on the end of one of them.

"I don't know, maybe a fountain, or something..." Basically a huge patio, with a garden around it. You could fit our house on it.

"Uh huh?" Put out my cigarette.

A light came on, Shelly up in her room. "Michelle, has had boyfriends, before." She patted my shoulder. "Not like you, of course. But I want to make sure her first time with another woman is, special." She was like right there, breathing in my face. "Are you a virgin?" Her hand on my lap.

"Well," I look down, "I haven't been with anyone else," but if you mean, physically?

"I'd just like to make sure," she had her hand on my leg, "She knows how to handle a woman." And, I let her kiss me. And she felt me up, a little. "I mean," she straightened up, and looked down, "You are so young."

And, it made me a little uncomfortable. I mean it wasn't her age, I'm pretty sure it made her more attractive than her daughter, so. I shrugged, and leaned over, to the lounger she was on. And you know, I got a couple real good feels on Shelly. About then I realized her tits are boring, "I love your perfume." She said something, in French, I didn't catch.

"Shhhhh," her hand on my hair, she guided me down to her chest, and the warm round cleft of her bosom, down the neck of her top. It had been getting steadily hotter, and I was enjoying the late spring fashions. You see them, passing through, sometimes they stop for gas, or something. I thought I was a tomboy, my dad wanted a son too, it took them 3 tries, and I was the oldest. He's 8 now, so he plays catch with dad, but I outgrew baseball when I was like 7.

Not really a jock, more of a loner, I guess lately I've been working with dad on the weekends to hang out with him, as much as help him with money."

"Uhuh?" Shake my head. Shelly's room, bigger'n our living room, she's got the closet open, "Here," plastic tubs pulled out. I could get my bed in her closet. 4 bedrooms, they have 2 kids rooms, and a spare room downstairs. Empty now that her dad moved out. Juvenile delinquent brother, with a hand-me-down Mercedes, but a sedan, not a station wagen, SUV, or minivan.

"Huh!" she held up something, "I think this'll fit you." I pulled my shirt off, looked like a top. She showed me how to put on a training bra, hated it! The straps showed next to the peach spaghetti straps, but she said that you can coordinate around it. Got got this purse, showed me how the ropey twisted straps matched the top.

"Uh huh?" And I guess the whole time I fantasized about her mom. How her perfume smelled, and her breath tasted. I got up, felt like a doll, she put down the hair brush on the bed next to her. Legs crossed, up over her knee. "You wanna play dress-up?" She nodded, "Where's your underwear drawer?"

Why i never went lipstick, too much fucking work.

We needed a shower first, I know I was pretty hot and sweaty. She undid one of the braids, and let me undo the other one. We didn't rush into sex. I was pretty nervous, but satisfied with being there, talking to her, and feeling her. Not all the time, but she had a great body, always thought so, can't wait to get tits likeat, and guessed thinking she'll probably look a lot like her mom.

Nothing like her, of course. Personality wise. But, we got naked in the bathroom, and let me tell you, I hadn't seen the master bath yet, but great big corner shower with a head on both walls. Hoses, too, there was a lot of giggling, and playful spraying. And kissing, she really loves to kiss, and I did too. "Huh!" We got out, I touched her again. She definitely shaves, I felt stubble.

"You really are kinda pretty, you just need to do more with your hair."

"Uhuh," she dried it, and kept bumping my back. It wasn't annoying. She grabbed a comb. "I like your hair," she pulled it out, and I closed my eyes. "Like this, you just need to take better care of it."

"Mhm?" I bit my lip, but didn't nod. I never, felt so sensual, brushing or combing my hair, or having mom do it. Can't remember ever grooming with my sister, never really was a girl-friends kind of girl. I wanted to purr, and felt like I was melting. Blinked, and swayed a little on my heels. "Yeah?" Shook my head.

She hugged me, from behind, I almost hit my head on the counter when my knees gave out. Okay, I practically stalked her, for almost 3 years. I never was one to faint, but it felt so much like a dream come true, I just tried to cross off the cliches as they came. "You all right?"

I caught myself on the counter. "Yeah," turned around, "I just think I need to lay down." She put some clothes on, good. Maybe this is all happening a little too fast. [x] Thing is, I watched this stuff, on TV, or read about it in romances. Never happened before, and I had no idea how much they made up.

"Shelly!" She opened the door. "Meds!" She went down to get them in sleep shorts, and a tank top. A little tight up top, it hung down over her tummy, but draped on her bottom in back. The shorts kind of belled out under her bottom too.

"Huh!" she took out her earrings.

"What're you on?" Turns out she's on the pill, a sleeping pill, and a couple more for her "Hypomanic."

"What's that?"

"It's like Bipolar, only instead of, you know Manic-Depressive?" Yeah? "Well, I don't get depressed, just manic, and hypo-manic. Oh, and I got ADD, but they use a lot of the same drugs, so my doctor decided to try the overlap medications." She finished brushing her hair.

"Oh," she looked back in the mirror.

Turned around, "What?"

"You are a little crazy," I smiled, "It wasn't just me." She laughed too.

I got the spare room, "Huh!" after the warning I got from Cynthia. And the resulting fantasy, I'm not even sure when I started tuning her out, and writing her lines in my head.

I'm sure it was just a dream, but I'm not sure who came downstairs, and got in bed with me. `sh,' she didn't say anything else. I didn't get enough of a feel for Shelly's breasts to identify them in the dark, through a couple lacy layers, but I just didn't fucking care once I felt her hands pull up my nightgown, and her soft fingertips in my underpants.

She kissed me, but I just tried to gasp in and out of my nose, and I passed back out. "Hhh?" Or woke up from a dream, my fingers felt wringy, and moist between my legs. "Ew," and smelled bloody, "Fuck!" I ran to the bathroom, I felt cut up inside, but my nails were a bit grown out, and rough from carrying cinder-block. He doesn't just do pools, but he likes to. Do water features, and stuff, Idunno.

"Huh!" Turn off the water. I feel like I raped myself in my sleep, but I imagined Her getting pretty rough. It almost turned into a nitemare, but when I calmed back down, I felt so dreamy, and well rested. I took another shower, the cave-man slept in until almost noon, and there was a lock on his bathroom door. I didn't want to be raped, did I? She had douches, upstairs, I should have brought one down.

"Huh!" I pushed down the plunger, and pulled the lever to switch to a bath, and sat down. "Yeah!" That was, a fucking hot fantasy, and I think I got off on it. In the dark, her fingers plunging into me so deep and hard, and fast. I relaxed, slapped some water in, and grunted to push it out. "No," I imagine struggling, `stop.' Whisper. I don't want to wake him up, by yelling, and screaming, when my fingers feel so soft, and "Uhhhhhhhnnnn!"

I just relax my knees, and sink into the water. Let it was over me, and feel it suck in when my finger slip out. "Huh! Uhuhuhuhuh!" Hunching a few times. The water sloshes around. Let it out, big smelly robe, but the towel is wadded up damp, so I wrap my hair in it, and grab my pack from the room. It's warm out, Cicada year, but the eerie rattling, and there's most of a moon. So, I finish my cigarette, and hang the robe on the back of one of the loungers.

PWHRL! I just dive in, and wash everything away.

I was never molested, or anything. I started sticking things in there when my brother came home, I saw what he had when she changed his diaper, and when she put him down, mom gave me the talk. Might've been TMI at the time, but I thought I had 2 holes, mom told me I had three, and where babies come from. It hurt the first time, but I kept sticking stuff in there, until I found lube, and mommy's vibrator, and the instructional material in dad's sock drawer.

Porn, magazines, there were some girls, with toys, one of them had a vibrator, it's not rocket surgery. When I started bleeding, I thought I hurt myself again, but I never cut myself. But sometimes, I played with myself pretty rough. And there was a learning curve, how much I can take, some molded plastic has a tiny seam that's hard to see, rubbers also tend to smooth everything out, and what I feel like on the inside.

Then, I started growing up, and looking at other girls. Boys are all right, I don't hate them. Men can be pretty annoying, but a Woman. Well, about then I dialed in on my type, and realized I was playing slap and tickle with Shelly to be around her mom. She's scary, and exciting, and I get this predatory vibe that makes me feel like she's going to pounce any minute, drag me off to some dark corner, tear off all my clothes, and ravish me. And I just can't wait for that to happen.

Then, I can go across the hall for Shelly to dress me up, and make me pretty, but I'm pretty sure Cynthia was sexually harassing me. Only I thought she was trying to seduce me, and that felt so much sexier than giggling, and playing with her daughter. And coach is Butch. I got that, and it's really attractive as well. So, got that figured out, my hair's pretty wet, but I went back to bed anyway.

"Huh?" Just Devin, sleepwalking. He pisses in the closet, turns around, and goes back to bed. Why I don't close it, or put any clothes in there, "Huh!" It's been 3 YEARS! Right about where the bathroom used to be at the old house. Hard enough sleeping through the night without this shit happening, and I miss them. The women in my life, it's fucking thursday morning, and I want to strangle Khanny, but I'm too old for plush disney characters, so I open the window, and get out on the little roof over the steps.

Flic, "Huh!" This, sick love triangle thing is keeping me up, and I really want to be a freshman next year. She'll be a Sophomore, but at least we'll both be in high-school, and maybe ride the same bus, but again. They didn't have the Friendzone back then, but it's sinful enough to be in a lesbian relationship to begin with, and I'm seriously making out with her while fantasizing about her mom the whole time. Skipping church so I don't have to go to Confession, lie about "Impure thoughts" about "Boys." Cross myself.

Take another drag. "Huh!" And i feel like I'm molesting her. She lets me touch her crotch, but that's about all I do, and I didn't sneak upstairs, knowing she's knocked out on pills to get under her covers, and touch her, and taste her, but I might have thought about it. A little, when I nodded off with my wet hair soaking into their expensive pillowcase. "Huh!" But they have it so well, and the thing with Cynthia is.

I want her. I want her to jump my bones, hold me down, and force herself into me. "Huhuhuh!" My hand shook, the ash fell off. The cherry brightened. "Huh!" Rape fantasies. [x] Great! I heard about it, never expected to, probably thought "What's wrong with straight women?" but while I'm at it.

"Great game," coach. Close my eyes, and try to swallow. It's dry, so I flip my butt off, but cool. Almost morning. "Huh!" Lean back against the shingles. It's in 3 panels, like half a pyramid, but like a 1-4 slope.

Quiet though. "Good effort," on the bench, the edges cutting into my thighs, the strap-on slapping down onto my ass.

"Yes!" Fuck, I had it bad, woke up my sister.

"Ruthy?" I like my middle name better.

"I like Ellie." Well, she does, she smiled when I told her that.

She rubs her eyes. "Why're you crying?"

"I don't," I wiped my face, sniff. "I don't know sweety." She stepped back so I could climb back in.

"Uh!' they scoffed, "Goth."

"I'm not Goth!" Okay, the cure. I was a little depressed, and didn't think about how much black I put on this morning. "Huh!" Wipe my forehead. I'm a shop-nerd. Not getting a husband, so better see what trades I'm good at. Table saw, thump off the butt, and put all that safety shit back on. The whole lecture, on protective equipment might be a bit easier to take from a teacher who's not missing 2 fingers on his left hand, you know?

KRRRRRRRRRRRRREEN. "Wh!" blow the dust off, and feel the hot edge of the plywood. Fucking birdhouse. You know how fucking useless a fucking birdhouse is? There's trees, Right There! Well, I'm getting graded on it, so pick up the toy sized tack hammer and the tiny finish nails.

I want to build a house, a nice house, maybe not any bigger then the one I'm in, but as nice as Cynthia's. For just the two of us, find a nice girl, who doesn't want kids, too much trouble. Nor mind working, help with the bills, you know, as equals? Gonna be weird working over there, moving the loungers where I first fantasized kissing her, "Ow! Karnsarn it!" In school, I just suck my thumbnail, and bite back the saltier language I had at the tip of my tongue.

But, he put up the big door, and let me smoke. Pretty nice teacher, but it's pretty embarrassing, getting hurt right after a safety lesson. "Huh!" Can't wait for summer, damn it. But with this grade, I should be able to make high-school, without summer school.

She picked me up. "Where's Michelle?" Usually stops by the highschool first.

"With her father, they had a couple extra days from soccer saturdays, so they're taking a long weekend." Oh, "He'll probably drop her off after dinner." Going to work anyway, I didn't change.

"Michelle said you useta ride with bikers, down in Berdoo?" I bet she had some great stories.

"They weren't like a gang, they're a couple. Diezel dykes, that's what they called it," I liked the sound of that, "I met them at a Pride event, we hit it off, I was hitchiking, and couch surfing anyways. It was the eighties, you know, new wave."

I thought about this, "Is that where you learned to." I didn't want to just come right out, and ask.

"Have sex?" she nodded, and that might be the first time I saw her bite her lip. The top, so she looked like an underbite, while her daughter always bit the bottom. "Huh! They taught me everything I know." she nodded.

"How old were you?"

"Seventeen?" she thought, "Well, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen... It was a couple years, I lived with them."

"And how old were they?"

"Well, you don't ask a lady," she thought, "Well, they weren't that kind of ladies, but you get the idea. Um," bit her bottom lip, "Momma Lanie was probably pushing forty," she looked over, "Great shape for her age, and I guess that would make Stormie about 27, 28? Huh! Age isn't, well it's important, but with lesbian relationships, it was hard enough to find eachother back then, and even now it's difficult when you're too young to go in the bars."

I nodded, pretty much what I was getting at. "Well I like older women." Finally got that out.

"You mean older, then Michelle?"

"Yah?" How she said it. "Huh! I mean she's nice, and beautiful, but sometimes she seems a bit immature," I hugged her arm, "And I was just thinking about," rubbed her tricep. "What she would be like if she were a little older," and muscular, "And more mature."

Sleeveless dress, BTW. She wears a lot of suits, with pants, or skirts, but today, it was a 1 piece dress. I kissed her shoulder. "You know?"

She didn't move, let go of the wheel in a turn, and didn't say anything, just steered with her other arm. But her breast was right there, and it felt a little bigger, somehow firmer than her daughters'.

"Huh!" She pulled out her arm, and pushed me back, to my side of the seats. "You know, you're so young that just touching you is illegal."

"Heloo!" I sat up, "If you hadn't noticed, being gay is illegal. I'm cumming onto you, you want it it writing? I'm not gonna call the cops on you." She pulled over, closed her eyes.

Left the engine running, took a breath... "Huh!"

"I know you're attracted to me," I took her hand again, "I just want you to know," ran her knuckles up my lap, "That the feeling was mutual." let it go. "But," I put my seatbelt back on, "I got to go to work, so," I shrugged, "If you're not interested, I'll understand." I know I ain't much to look at. She reached out, put it in drive, but didn't say anything the rest of the way.

Dad was already there, backed into the driveway with his mixer trailer. "Can you open the gate?" She locked it? Apparently. He got me started, unloading the bags of dual purpose mix. "Mind the flowers," they walked off, talking. I just kept working it off.

Outta my mind, just put the cards on the table, her turn to decide how to play that hand. But she sexually harrassed me, pretty sure. She's subtle about it, but that was beyond flirty, and I saw how she looked at me.

In the rearview, tilting it down, and over. She winked, and watched, her daughter undress me.

They started fighting, about the cement mixer. I got that she didn't want him "Tearing up my lawn." But he can't leave it there, everything has to come in, and out through the gate, and we still got the detached garage to work around. Okay, they have 2 garages, a 2 car on the house, and another one locked behind the gate. No windows or anything.

"Huh!" You have to set-up the mixer somewhere, but if it ain't here, then there's no use continuing to stack up the bags of cement/mortar mix as if it will. So, I sat up on the tailgate, tapped a cig out of my pack, and propped my boot on the trailer's tongue.

"It's almost summer."

"I have to drain the pool. Not tomorrow, but once we start mixing, and laying, it'll sweat, and flow downhill. Unless you want it to get an inch or two shallower on the bottom, and you wouldn't want to swim in it anyway. This weekend, at the latest. Any later'll just put off the job."

"Fine," she stomped off muttering, in those heels, in grass, it was already starting to dry out, and brown, but it looked like she was trying to strike oil. "Well," she decided, "Might as well use it while I can."

Came out in just a bikini, I finished unloading, and he drove the mixer back. Came back with a wheel-barrow, a hoe, and another load of block.

She took a dip, I threw the bags in the wheel barrow. Good overhang off the garage, so I dropped it under the eaves. "You're pretty strong," I stood up, and felt her hand on my back. "For a girl your age." I turned around, but "Sh." She put her fingers up, over my mouth. She looked around, but my heart beat hard, and fast in my chest, under her hand. She let her hand slip back down, and leaned in, closing her eyes...

"Uh," I looked back, "Kelly?"

"Ellie," I shook my head, and dropped the 40# bag.

She stood there dripping, in a bikini, fishing in her purse. Pulled out her keys, "Here," picked one, "This one's for the shed." The single car garage, on the way back, I noticed how the siding covered where they added on the 2 car one. Or someone did. "You can put them in there."

Workshop, garden tools, bench, grinder, vice, drill press, and some other stuff. I got a pretty good look rolling the wheel barrow back and forth. She kicked back, on a lounger in the sun, shining with a fresh coat of lotion. I worked harder, my body runs on automatic after a couple trips anyway, it's dusty in there, but nothing looks like it's going to rust. The garden tools are used, but the yard is well kept. Little gardens around the edges, and in the corners, up in raised beds, and decorative.

But, I wanted to finish up, maybe go for a dip to cool off, then climb out, push the loungers together, put on a fresh coat of lotion, get the spots she missed under her bathing suit. She turned over. Her back was dry, so I took a breath, found a rag that wasn't too filthy, and dusted off my hands. She turned her head, when my shadow cast over that side of the patio. So, I picked up the bottle of lotion. "Want me to get your back?"

"Sure," she reached back, and untied the string. In the middle of her back. She had freckles, but real dark ones, and not in patches on her shoulder, but scattered around. Here, or there, "Mh, that feels good." I set a cheek on the bent tubing of the arm, and twisted around, squirting a fresh dollop on my other hand. Worked them both in, the muscle relaxed over her shoulder blades.

"Hm," she sighed, but dad honked, and backed the flatbed in. I tied her top back, before I got up, but he didn't need me to spot for him without the trailer. A lot quicker to unload the blocks, she wrapped a towel around her to go back to fighting with dad. Her skin, especially on the shoulders, and arms. She has more texture, it's fine, not rough at all, but not as smooth as young skin, like Shelly's. And more and more I just like older women better. Hope dad leaves before hers drops her off, for practice. Her kicking balls at me, which is fine, there's a whole lot of back yard, and I love watching her. Running, and kicking, but I really want more time alone with Cynthia.

My fingers felt so rough. The lotion probably didn't help, they didn't slip, they're cinder-block, but it felt like I polished my fingerprints off. "Huh!" I caught my breath, but Cynthia was on the porch, sounded like she was ordering chinese. "Mind if I take a dip?"

She nodded, "And extra sauce for the potstickers."

"Huh!" I was filthy, but we got to drain the pool tomorrow anyway. Tough boss, BTW, she just stands there watching, and I do most of the work. I looked up, caught her looking, and gripped a block in each hand, by the web down the middle. Showing off, I shrug, carry them around the corner under the eaves, set them down. Side window, gabled over the garage. "Whew!" Tuck my bandanna back in my pocket. Don't let her see me taking a break, but she likes to watch me work. And it helps me work harder.

I turned, "Whtoo!" spat, and glanced up the roof to the window. She smiled, leaning over with her wrists on the sill. "Yeah,"

I pulled off my shirt, dropped my work skirt, and dove in my underpants. And boots, I turned over in the water, kicked back, and came up. "Ah!" sweeping the curls outta my eyes, and gasping.

She turned from the window, and kicked back on the couch. On the steep bank between the steps, and the ladder on the deep end, I picked up my boot, and unlaced it. Dropped it like a bucket on the side, and slopped the sock over. She sat sideways, turned to look out the window, but her skirt was up. All I could see was her thigh, and her forearms, tucking behind it. She closed her eyes, and her head fell back.

I dropped the other shoe and sock on the side on my way out, got my panties off at the kitchen door, and tossed them in the sink. Across the hardwood floor, and the glass coffee table, she put her legs up on the sofa, and slipped her underwear over her knees. Barefoot, nice dress, or robe, falling open. Looks oriental from the pattern, IDK it coulda been a kiono, but no bra. I would've seen the edge of the cup curve around the inner dome as it's exposed, and I can smell her, getting stronger the closer I get coming around the coffee table, my heart running a mile a minute.

"Uh!" she moves her fingers away, but I barely glance at her before I kiss it, and put my elbows down between my feet. "Yes!" she says for me, and my curls twist around her fingertips brushing the hair back from the top of my face, rolling between my cheeks, and her thighs. She doesn't taste like much. Kind of have to work at it a while to taste her at all, but her pubes fill my nose with her scent on every breath, and oh.

"Hm!" That's what those are for. "Nloulil." Same Harkonnen-cum-Atreides auburn hair. She hunched in my mouth, and I just try everything. Up and down, clockwise, and widdershins, cursive, print, and red letter copperplate gothic, but I can see her face.

Her reactions, see when I play with myself I get direct feedback. I quickly learned that she's real expressive, and it doesn't hurt that her robe is fully open, and I can see how she likes them handled. "Hm!" Noted, but she can't decide whether to arch her back, or hump her hips into my face, so I just ride it out until she's done fucking my mouth.

"Uh!" She clamped my head in her thighs, and pulled my hair a little pushing my head back. "Huh!" Fingertips scrubbing back and forth right in front of my nose. She didn't gush, but damn, she was glistening wet. I licked my lips, drooling, but that wasn't all me. "UhuhuhHhHh!" She shook my head. "Huh!" And let me go.

Curled up like a baby on the couch, but I went to wash my face. Not my mouth out, but she clung to my nose for a while until the chinese showed up. Takeout, I can handle chopsticks, but it was kinda awkward sitting around with her, and her mom and dad. Well, when Cynthia came down, fully dressed, as if nothing happened. I grabbed some clean clothes and a shower downstairs.

"No, she's my girlfriend," she explained. Calmly, but he got upset, and she kicked him out.

"Before you start a fight. We don't have a restraining order, yet."

Shelly started crying, so she explained a few things. "He didn't know, I was gay. He started getting abusive about it, so that's when I decided to end it. It wasn't good for Jeremy's behaviour, either." He's a metalhead, or whatever. She petted her hair. "And she hates it when we fight." Yeah, but I noticed she could be a real bitch when she's not around.

And, yeah. "Sniff," That last one, was totally not a fantasy. "Huh!" I looked down, and my face burned, so I tried to hide it in my hair. It'd dried, since I got her hands all wet with it, right over there, on the couch. She sniffed, wiped her nose.

"And when, he said," a little aftershock sob, "Uh! I got it from you," But she wiped her eyes.

"You feel better?" she patted her hip. She nodded, and got up. Blew her nose, and went up to her room. I went after her, but looked back from the stairs. She looked up, frowned, and shook her head. I swallowed, and nodded.

"Shelly?" I sat down, and petted her arm. She sniffed, and sat up. Sobbed quietly, like hiccups, but slowly calmed down. "Cyn, your mom." I never called her that. Mostly said "Yes, maam" to be polite. "Huh!" roll my eyes, "She doesn't date, does she?"

"I never seen her with a woman," she shook her head, "But they just broke up last year, and she was always discreet with her affairs."

"And how did she feel about your boyfriends?"

"Well," she shrugged, thought. "Huh! None of them were all that serious, but, we had the talks, and she made sure I had access to birth control. She wanted me to stay safe, but I haven't really done it, yet."

"Why not?"

"I don't know, I think I might not be ready yet. I mean I want to, but whenever, we. Well, I like it, and you turn me on, but then I get scared, and."

I nodded, "When I touch you." I didn't say "There," or indicate it in any way, she just nodded.

"Where you ever,"

"No!" I backed off, just held my hands out, beside her shoulders, but not touching them. "Mhn?" She covered her face again, so I grabbed her, and held her to my chest. "It wasn't like that!" Denial. "Huh! I, she was, just." I just let her let it out. Took a while, but here's the gist:

Her mother raped her. I know, she didn't believe it either, but the longer she talked, the more it sounded creepy, then sexual, and eventually like molestation. She got her period, so mommy sat down with her in her bathroom, and they talked. Different house, BTW, they moved up, then back down after that. She told her what was going on, she was about to start growing up, and it's her body's way of getting ready to become a momma some day. Then she wiped her, showed it to her on the fingers, and got the hand mirror.

"She said: `It's grody at first, but you get used to it.' Then she got out a. Nh, a Tampon, and. Uh! It hurt, but she told me that I was already bleeding, and, hhuhuhuh! Then she showed me, hhowh. How to get the blood out."

"How?"

"With her fingers." She just curled up, and sobbed quietly after that. I had forgotten how much it hurt, that first time, but I did it to myself. "But she never touched me again," she sniffed, "After that."

"So yeah," I got up, "Your mom isn't a lesbian." She's a child-molestor! Well, not like little children. Girls like me, preferably gay, but just starting to grow. I didn't know the word, or where to look it up. I'm still not sure if she's a hebephile, or ephebophile, or what's the difference. Stole some of her boyfriends, too.

"Ellie?"

"Yeah" I looked back.

"You remember when I said I may be, bi-curious?" I nodded. "Well, it turns out, I'm not;"

"You're straight." I knew, didn't have the hard to tell her. Which means I really was molesting her. She held me, while it was my turn to cry, but we never tried to have sex again. I can't say that we ever really were friends.

I still feel guilty about going back. Yeah, I told somebody, but she didn't tell anyone, for years. Yeah, she raped her, but she's her mommy. Then her momma, and finally just mom. There's so much more to their relationship. And that should have stopped me, but it didn't.

I kept going back, quit Soccer, and the job lasted barely a couple weeks, but that pulled me through `till summer. "I don't want the cinder-blocks to show." He got up, and explained how they're a backstop for the big frontal piece, he already got her gardener's number, and she came bye to talk to them about it. BTW, Puerto Rican, tanned as fuck, tiny, but a relentlessly hard worker. And very very gay.

Cynthia wasn't bossy, she was The Boss. Dom mom, "Yah!" Micromanaging a project what aint even started yet, I dropped the last couple blocks, and grabbed the mortarboard before it dried. Then, she let them get back to work, I jumped down in the pool, and washed my arms off. The guys got back to work, and Cyn called from the porch.

"You need Lisa for a minit?" Grin, and stand up, climb to the steps. A little in the bottom, don't expect it to rain for months. Right, saturday, and Shelly's off to play in County. I'm not an athlete, but I lost a lot of weight, and hit my first growth spurt. I toweled off my arms with my shirt in the kitchen, and she caught me on my way around the fireplace.

"Ha'm! Ln," I kissed back, and arched off the stacked slate dad's gonna have to match when he's done with the plumbing. Someone needs to keep her busy so the men can work, and it was getting hot, I needed a break anyway. Didn't cool off much, but she got her hand in my shorts, and felt me through the lycra briefs she got me. And the sports bra, like a commercial grade training bra, not even up to a-cups.

Reached around for some front&back, squeezed my buttock, and ground the stretchy fabric in until it was damp and slippery. I like these, they don't have a seam up the middle, just on the sides, and she can almost get her fingertip into me. I can't quite feel the fine microfibers, but, "Huh!" It gets me off fast.

Then she goes up stairs, takes a long shower, and I go back out to work in the heat. Look up, see her watching from the window, drop a couple blocks, and head back to the wheel-barrow. "Won't need any Mexicans on this one."

"Heh," turn back, "You do any lan'scapin'?"

"Mostly landscape plumbing, trenching, and water features."

"No," she chucks her head, "Elizabeth."

"Yeah," I drop the sprayer, and pick up the hoe, "I can dig it." ;) dad behind me. "If you wanna do the planting." Push it through the thick grey glop until it looks like a giant bowl of industrial grade oatmeal. Pull it back slow, so it flows back in, and leaves a little crease, filling slowly with water sweating out. Not pouring a slab, just have to carry out the peninsula back to the blocks, over all the pipes.

;) "Leme get yor number." She licks her thumb, and flips back in her little notebook. Pulls the carpenter's pencil from behind her ear. Dad lays another block with a sweep, and thock. Taps off a little mortar, and shaves some more off the board.

She looks up, shorter then me, and too flat to wear a bra. Cynthia's watching from the window, brushing out her hair.

Dad went back for the slate, to match the chimney, floors, and the foundation up to the crawlspace/sub-floor. Which left me alone with the girls, I just had to spray out the wheelbarrow, rinse the mortar board, and trowels. That's block masonry, Concepcion` (Swear ta god.) pitched in, and jumped down to the deep end to rinse off her arms.

Great arms, now let me be clear, she's tiny. However, she's also got a Craftsman body. "Too bad you can't take it back to Sears if you break it." Her arms screamed "SHOVEL!" and I ached to feel them all over watching her scramble back up the side like a skater. Dusted off with the pink bandana, and tucked it back in her right pocket.

Bent me over behind the [ shaped wall of cinderblock, and I thought Cyn was a top, but Con's a Domme. Cynthia is a control freak, a natural. She doesn't need subs, you just hang out as long as you can stand it, and I learned a lot. But she was a mistress, not a Master. She can always find someone new.

She watched, but didn't even touch herself. Felt me up good, I went with cutoff overalls, and didn't put my shirt back on from my break earlier. It was hot, we took out the shade, and behind me is the woman to fix that. Right now, she's gripping my breastbuds round in the lycra, and pressing her hips into my ass.

"Hey, chica." I nodded, "You like the rico wimmin," she relaxed, and pulled away a moment, "O the RICan wimmin?"

"Uh!" she swatted me with her hips so hard I could feel the bones. These were work shorts, at least 2 layers of heavy denim, but she had to grip so hard, it almost hurt.

"YeAH!" Fuck! I didn't care. She didn't even need a dick, and god damn those tiny fingers are strong, and rough feeling down my tummy, and sides.

"Whachu got in here, chica?" Under my overalls, didn't even unsnap them from the sides. "Ain't got no titteh," passible redneck twang, she spat. "Barely got noass." That sounded black?

"Uhn!" Hard little hipbones, they felt almost sharp, like a dulled hatchet, or 2. Just grinding into me, but I thought I'd bruise. "Hhuh!" Pulled my waistband out, and she had her fingertips in my pubes. I wasn't very hairy yet, and most of them weren't very long, but I could feel them wet her rough calloused fingertips, even as she rubbed in hard enough to feel my clitorus bulge.

"Yeah?"

"Ah," rubbing in harder with her other hand. "Yes?"

`i'm gon' break off in you.' A breathless whisper, but then I felt the spandex stretch, and her fingertips press down. Rolling over my lips, and my clit, throbbing in my skin. My knees gave out, but she held me up, I just had to keep my hands on the edge of the cinderblocks. She just kept grinding into me, until I could breathe again.

By the time dad got back, we had most of the holes dug, and she'd headded out to the nusery. If she's anything like shopping with my dad for slate, she might not even be back today, but I helped him get them out of the truck, and trailer. It's heavy, but you want to keep it as nice as you can. Also, dad likes to get them big enough to break down, and it's a good sized water-feature. But when he gets to work, you leave him alone.

He crouches down, and rests his stubbly chin in his hands. He's an artist, when he gets to do a job like this, I just sat down, smoked, and watched. This one's like 7-9 jigsaw puzzles, stacked on top of each other, and when you lock in a layer, you don't get to use those pieces, but we got the big slabs down first. Got a good fat tyred dolly to roll them right down the yard from the trailer. He got up, kicked the hammer out of the loop, and caught it, bent over a slab, and chipped out a corner.

Cyn came down to watch, took a drag, handed it back. SHE didn't say Anything!? I took a sip of her wine, turned out to be Reisling.

He dragged the pan over to the rounded corner, and stirred the mortar with the trowel. Had to pick up the hammer to chip it in, then picked up a dollup of mortar with the consistency of apple butter, and started leveling out the top. I've seen it, but I never really get tired of watching him work. We finished the cigarette, and I followed her back inside. Just reached out, and dropped it to stick tip-first in the pan.

"All right," she looked at me seriously, "First of all, your dad's an artist, and I'm probably going to have to pay him more," but she talks to herself, "But it's an investment, and it's adding value to this place." Don't ask me how she does the numbers. Yeah, she has an MBA, but never worked a day in her life, and only has herself as a client. She had enough money to gamble, and whatever it is they do in the money world, I don't know anything about investment.

"So anyway," I sat down, "We need to talk?"

"Well, I'm not a relationship kinda girl. I mean, you can still come over and fuck, but I get the feeling I'm not the girl for you, either."

"Huh!" I nodded, "You're too soft." Don't even like the tits any more, I think that's to get your attention, but then I scratched the surface, and she popped, "And you're not a very nice person."

"Well, you are naive, and gullible. My daughter loves you, so if you're going to break up with her, do try to consider her feelings." I wanted to hit her, but she's bigger, and older, and I'm right there in Her living room, and I'm a fucking coward. I didn't cry, for a while, but now. Yeah, she was getting off on it. I didn't learn the word for it, until later. Yeah, emotional abuse, malignant narcissist psychobabble bullshit. In German:

"Shadenfrau." She gets off on making you suffer. Not pain, there's no joy in it, I'magine it's the sadistic equivalent of hypomanic, but she breaks hearts to feel better. I assume it's a power trip, and she's really very good at it.

Conceptio`n

Baby, there’s art in everyone, or a truly talentless person should be rare, and kind of sad. Hm. You’re young, you just haven’t found it yet.”

“I like wood.” Whittling, nothing in particular, just the equivalent of doodling.

“All right,” have a stump, “Tell me about that.” Incidentally worked at the hotlines, suicide prevention, and RAINN, volunteered for the queer ones.

“Well, I always liked, building toys.” she shrugged, “We could all play, brothers, and sisters, because you can make whatever you want. Want to play house? Here, there’s a house. The army men can raid the same house later, but they usually knock it down in the end.”

“Ye, I get it.” Still not sure whatall the ye’s mean.

“So, then I got to go out, and play. Big brother, and I quickly figured out it was like Lincoln logs, all over the place. So, we built forts, and stuff, my dad’s a builder, he helped us with the big projects, brought out the mitre saw when we made a treehouse.”

“So he made you a treehouse.”

“Well yeah, but we got to bang nails, and stuff. Kept it up, why I bet it’s still standing.”

“Where was this?”

“Oh, sorry. Mostly around Tampa/St. Pete.” She nodded. Been around Florida, a bit.

“Then we moved to the Pheonix area, which is like, pool-town. A quarter of families have access to a pool there. It’s also helltown, I don’t know if they’re warming up a seat for me yet,” look down dramatically, “But I got some idea what it feels like.”

She laughed. “Worse then Florida?”

“Well, they tell you it’s a “Dry heat,” but I lit a cigarette of the fucking pavement, so I don’t care how fucking dry it is, that’s hot!”

“Where would you like to live?”

“Huh,” hadn’t thought about it,

“If you could,”

“I got it,” wave her off, “Lemme think. Someplace tropical, would be nice. Somewhere around the equator, I hear it’s pretty nice year round down there. Huh! So like, Hawaii, I guess,” she smiles, and nods, “Why does this feel like therapy?”

“Sorry,” she turns an imaginary key in her temple, “Sometimes forget to turn it off.” Kinda reminds me of a kindergarten teacher. And it’s weird, because she’s so tiny, and doesn’t have a little pipsqueek voice, but it’s pretty high pitched. So, you forget she’s 40 some-odd years old. Carries like a motherfucker, though. She can get loud, hear her clear across the job-site.

“So, what can you do with wood?”

“I dunno,” look down, “Abstract?” Hold it up.

So, she got me a Bansai. Didn’t call me “Danielsan,” but I enjoyed it, it was relaxing. Great yard, competing with the best yards in the valley, “Advertising.” And networking, with dad. And I started seeing what I could carve. Did day-labor with dad, between jobs. I like Carpentry when it’s dried in, or at least got a roof over it. One of those things you can do almost on auto and think about something else. Like block, watch out for your thumbs. mlL “I mean it.”

Huh! She helped me through a tough time. You know that old Leonard Cohen song "The Sisters of Mercy?" Well, at the end he said "We weren't lovers like that, and besides it would still be all right." Sniff, sorry. Not the way he means it, we weren't lovers, I think you call it Catharsis. So anyway, mom died, and she helped me through that. Found a guardrail she could jump, driving drunk back from Frez. Wound up upside-down, so the top caved in, and crumpled her up inside it. I mean, we weren't that close, but she was my mom.

She was the Catholic, closed casket service, my da, uh. He went with her, but never really had the faith to lose, then there was the pregnancy, and rape. Huh! He called me, well he said, "Fucking dykes," Uh, hhhhhhh. "Don't know what your missin'." I didn't recognise his voice, but the juvenile delinquent brother, after his sister, and his mom broke up with me. Jumped me from behind, pushed me down. Told me not to look at him. "There," he pushed my face down, "Now you're straight." He spit at me, missed, but.

HhhhhhhhI, just cried there, out in the woods. Like a game-trail, cutting across the creek. Pulled my underwear up, covered myself with the skirt.

Connie, she thought it was funny. "Like one dem white wimmin!" Hahaha! Turns out she was a linguist too. Called it a "Hobby." Great at accents, and did a lot of impersonations, funny. And so strong, for her size. Taught me what it was like to be a strong womon. Treated me as an equal, but let's be honest, she taught me everything, she could.

A bodybuilder, but an "Organic" bodybuilder. You ever use post-hole diggers? Well, great for triceps, why my arm looks like it's gotta calf. If you're wondering, yeah. That's where I got "If you got to work out after work, you aint workin' hard enough." Made fun of my accent. Or accents, all over.

We kept working, when I got working, she did most of the digging, and taught me how to plant. Tried the V-twin with her, heardabout it from Cyn, it's 2 thigh harnesses. If there's a better way for 2 wymyn to fuck eachother, I haven't tried it. Tribbing is a notable second, and you can't always carry around the hardware, but her body. God, any part of her body was practically hard, and muscular enough to rub one off on her, and that was what she was really into. Body on body organic fuckin. Leaves your hands and mouthes free to do whatever, but she was definitely a full body experience. She didn't need a dick.

She had her hymen. Not a virgin, at all, but you know even I believed that balderdash humbug about Virginity? She showed me, I felt it with my finger, even got my tongue in there, deep enough.

You ever heard the one about breaking it, so it’s easier to get out the menstral blood? Coutrse you did, I Learned that one from a Woman. Cuntry Catholic, search me why the Men make the myths about the ladyspace, or women believe them, but I was a child when I picked it out with my fingernail. Thought is gave me my period, until it healed.

But sexually scarring it that way. Take a boy, teenager, heard about the last barrier between maidenhood, and womanhood. So, what does he do? Forces it in as if expecting resistance. Right? There ain’t no statistics, but Imagine most straight girls get raped the first time, because it Always hurts the first time. Right?

I thought she'd be enough, but, huh! The doctors at the hospital called it Maternal Psychosis. I tried to kill myself, still not cutting, but I washed down a bunch of pills with a lot of vodka, and tried to drown myself in the bathtub. Then, I thought I, I literally went through an exorcism, and almost checked myself into a convent. By then it was postpartum depression, I guess, but I didn't have the shrinks no more, so I repentented, got born again. Bla bla bla, the orphanage they took her to had a shelter, for men, but they gave me a job, and let me set up a loft over the garage.

I know, you called me a psychopath, but really I was in denial about being a child molester. "Oh no, I'm just gay." If you're wondering, that's why I hate being called dyke so much. I'm butch, I know about the new study on overlap between that and transmen, but I like being a woman, and I don't understand men enough to want to be one. And hhhhh, yeah, that's why I couldn't stand being pregnant again, I didn't start hearing voices, but I was terrified of waking up in the night, and feeling that numbness creep up my back.

But I don't really see what all this talking about it, years later is supposed to do. My daughter? I couldn't even look at her. I was still pretty delusional, so I cold swear she was posessed by the same, sin as me. But she was bright, pretty, and precocious. It wasn't even 5 years before she got adopted. And no, I didn't have any "Other" victims there. I mean, the eldest ones, some of them barely got old enough for training bras, it was all pre-K through 6th grade. They were too young.

Charley? I don't want to talk about him right now, you think we could take a break? Yeah, I need a smoke break.

Trigger Warning: Omnibus.

"Lilith" {DG-f Poss Preg Trans MC. Psue Saph Rape Fant, mG Rape.}

Gotta love booting up right into a Rape Flashback. In the Shower, flopping around in the bottom of the tub, flashes of The Exorcism. Right, Catholic. No reason to lurk, and I haven't bragged in a lifetime.

{Hello.} She curls up, foetal. I delight in irony, so I stretched out, felt down to the soft fleshy blood-warm umbilicus, and stroked it. {HihehnehahHA!"} She shivered.

"About time I started talking back," she shakes her head and crawls out. SNH! Spat in the toilet, and dropped the seat back down. Not a single fuck, didn't have one to spare.

{SNH?} Lesbian, pretty sure. A lot of action in this bedroom, but not recently. It's stale, but I'm picking up at least 5 different fresh orgasms. Like today, maybe this morning. Wow, just the 2 of them. Just wow.

Looking at her brain, but it doesn't hurt to check. Trans? Okay, people like to think of transexuality as a simple linear progression of cause-to-affect. When really, it's "Complicated." Huh! "Very complicated."

Ah, memory, good. Concepción!? "Hihehauhu!" Really?

Shakes her head, "I really should pick up the place." Kicked some clothes outta the way, picking at the memories. 2 sets, right. Carhardt, and denim, 2 sizes, Ruth's and it looks like a petite tomboy. Concepción, Mom's gardener.

Mom.

"Nh!" {Cyn.} "Nuhuhuhuh!" Curl up.

{Heartbreak, really?} "Huh!" {She's a sadist.} No, she's just, well she has issues, but I wouldn't really call her {A sexually sadistic malignant narcissist? Can't be too may strutting around in heels, probably in too much denial to hide it.}

"Waht?"

She hurt you. she got off on it, God, even I had no idea. {Who?} Sorry, you're possessed, feel that tug? Oh yeah, and pregnant. DING!

"Uh?" denialbarganing... "Hulk, KruaAH! Khph, Pt!"

{Peas, and Corn! Now you really have to clean up the place.} KWRHLK! {Well, not Now now. Inaminit.} And I just took a shower. {Take your time, I've got centuries.}

{Toilet.} ""HulmMH. HUMGH!?" Get the seat up again, "HRUHHHHHHHHHLlgh! Huh! Uh!" {That's most of it, how much have you been drinking? Not a good idea, in your condition.} How? {Well, it's been a sequemonth, but I do believe you remember. Think there's any hot water left?}

"Mhn!?" Yeah, better climb back in, at least wash your face off, and mouth out. That's good, gargle. "Huh!" Catch your breath. Can't go lay down, unless you're ready to change the bed. "Uhhn!" don't bother getting dressed, or even drying off, it's all gotta go to the laundry anyway.

"Huh!" {Here's an idea, let's just pile it on the bed, and wrap it up in sheets, huh?} Shrug, {Good, you're really good at this denial thing, aren't you?}

Well, you said possessed, {Right, and pregnant. While domestic isn't really my specialty, I have cleaned up from a couple-few parties. Self-medicating?} No, alcoholic. {I know, runs in the family, wannasee the allele?}

"You're a demon." Take a moment. ~A. McBeal. {Ahahahahahah! Oh, you're great. Yes, rape/sex at your service, I believe you know the terms Incubis, and Succubis? Yeah. How d'you think I got in here?} By then I've got my feet up, straddling the placenta to play quazi-moto. {Ring any bells?}

I'd rather not think about it. {Well, that doesn't fucking help. All right? Take it from me, toots.} So demons are real, got that. {Yeah, I was a serapha, my job was to give rapists a ride to hell, but there I met a guy, and we hit it off...} The devil. {Yeah, I'm a demoness, we dated for a few millenia. Well, 7 or 8 to be more precise.}

{God?} Well, they're pretty complicated. {Aliens?} Well yah! It even says it in that damned book that's getting so popular lately. Okay, doesn't come right out and say Aliens in redletter copperplate, but it's science fiction, you get the idea. {The bible?} Which one? Right, Catholic, Pentateuch; Moving on.

It's not science fi'; {Bullshit, before Science you had pseudoscience like astrology. Prior to that, you had legends, like Uthor, and Robin, and before that you had stories around the campfire. Most of the Septuagint started out as "My grandma said..." Job is a fucking Jack Tale!} Okay, you're right about, {Good, you heard of those.} Like Jack and the beanstalk? {Well, that one;

You're mortal, finite, the truth won't fit so you rationalize it. No mortal can contain the Word of God. PWH! In a nutshell, "God," is all the Angels. They got some sort of psychic hive-mind, it's all very democratic.} And Angels are Aliens. {They from here? Then yeah, ther for'ners.}

{Evolution?} Yeah. You ever heard "He works in mysterious ways?" {Yah?} Well, do you understand evolution? {Do you?}

Yeah, within the limits of my specialty. The universe is infinite, so we tend to specialize a bit. Did it happen here? You damn skippy, I'm still watching it.} ? {Sexual Evolution. I'm here to study human sexual violence, and abuse, because God just doesn't get it. The Devil, as you call It was one of them, then He tried to understand, and finally got corrupted. By man. Well mostly, I had a hand in it, and there was lots of cats.

{So rape.} Breakthrough! {Huh?} Sorry, slow thinker, when was the last time you thought that word without flashing back? "Nh?" Stay with me, yes. That's the only way to understand it rationally, is strip the emotional baggage off, and get both points of view. You got victim down? Good, how about clean bedding? Well, our hair's about dry so might as well get comfortable, because this could take a while.

Relative to your timescale, of course.

Jeremy {mG Rape Veng. Trigger Warning.}

Fucking Lesbos! Literally, I don't really have a family. I live here, the rumor is my mom is a lesbian, when really she's bisexual, and most people can't stand her long enough for relationships. My dad's a fucking saint for putting up with it for 20 years, and by bisexual, I mean she's a total nympho. Kinky too, just going by her porn collection.

Now, I showed the guys, [Whips&Chains] Magazine. Told them my dad hid them under the bed, when really she kept them in the little wicker {And scrollwork wrought iron frame} magazine stand between the bathtub, and toilet. Some Cosmos, BH&G, and a bunch of underwear catalogs. I flipped past Victoria's Secret, and Fredric's of Hollywood to get to the tickling teens, and guys pissing their panties.

{Mistress bath.} LOL, okay. That one's good.

Then, I see that filthy tyke dike jump in the pool, in her boots, and her panties. {Hi 5, BTW. That is the butchest thing I have ever seen. In about 5000 lifetimes as a sex-demon.

THOCK!

The sock slaps down next to it like a dirty rubber...}

Totally wants to be a man. Now, I had oldern' her when I was 9, so not really into the kiddy thing, but she'd been working out. Lost a lot of weight, shot up like an inch and a half in a year, and she doesn't even really look like a girl any more. And what's with the granny panties?

My mom's too good for her, she's bedded city council members, and had the neighborhood association by the balls. The chairman, literally. Not like she has much else to do, never worked, doesn't read, or watch TV, she has sex. A lot of it.

So, what's she doing with this dirty little kid, when she's Dating my sister? Michelle, I care about her. Mom can go fuck herself, I've seen her do it, but my sister. She's not like that, sure she fooled around with a lot of guys, but she never went all the way until she was 16, and that's downright awesome, considering her role-model.

But, I didn't know she was fucking her girlfriend, this time. The first time, with another girl, so she's bisexual. And that's okay, I still love her, as long as she doesn't turn into a power-slut, or a big ole-dyke. Or, whatever our gardener is, I think she might have been born a man, and the hormones from the sex change steroided him up. No girl is that strong, but.

Okay, I watched her work. I can carry 2 cinder blocks at a time, but she didn't seem to care. Just shrugged, walked over, and dropped them by the wall, like they're books. I saw her hold 4 of them, pinching them together in pairs, but she didn't carry them far, just set them under the tailgate, but went back for 4 more... Not showing off, even. Just the quickest way to unload the truck, and talking to herself.

She mutters sometimes, because she's crazy, but I guess I forgot all that. Watching from the stairs, but the way she bent over the end of the couch, all I could see was her legs, and her ass. Not her disgusting arms, and back. Her arms look like legs, a man's legs, it's so grody, but. Her big round ass, and I can almost see her twat. "Hm!" She's a real blond.

Yeah, a dirty blond, it's hard to tell how much of it is real dirt unless she washes off, but she just took a swim. In My pool, didn't even ask. "Oh!"

Cute little moan, but I don't wanna watch that. Just close the door, and turn the music up. I tried to make it go down, even beat on my pants a little, but I stared at her ass, and her dirty blond cunt so long it was printed on my eyelids. "Fucking dykes," just pull mom right out of there, don't get up. "Yeah," that's right, just stay bent over the couch while I push it in the corner.

FAP FAP FAP FAPAPAPAP;

"No," spank her first. "Stop!"

"AUH!" Turn the music up a little more. I wish mom wouldn't yell likeat. You mind? Kinda trying to beat-off in here.

"Fucking dyke." Huhuhuhuh! "Yeah, just don't now whatcha missin. Huh!" Literally, "Fuck you!" Yeah, ""Ellie."" Her name's Ruth, she just copied Michelle, to be more like Shelly.

It worked too. "Fuck it," get up. It went away anyway, and that was the whole point. Jerk off to make it go away, and kill time before I can go down stairs. They done yet?

"Uh uh Uh UH! YeeaahhHH!"

Close the door, turn the music up...

;

Beth {DG Poss Rape...}

"Uh!" my hands, "No?" Raping me in my sleep?

{Well, I gotta get a little action.} Did you make Cyn? {Ahahahahahaha! Yeah, no. That's not demonic posession, I don't really know. Tempted, but I don't want to live with her for months} yeah, I got out as soon as I realized even I could do better.

Huh! {What?} "I like having low self esteem, makes me feel special." ~J. Lane

{Get up.} What? {She got a mirror in this place? The bathroom one's too high. Now, I know you avoid eye contact, but fuck it,} my eyes close, {Here.}

"uh?" {Yeah, this is better, you can't look away. Clean clothes. {Availibility low.} Fucking slobs.} What was that? {Oh, my valet. I have a valet.}

What? {This you, look at yourself, damn it! You're hot. I seen it, every boy, and just starting to wonder if they might be a little bi-curious girl in school.}

Someone's eye's twitched. To me, at soccer practice. {Okay, I was a pretty badass goalie.} I feel huge? Why do my boobs; {Implants.} Oh. {Coach Bennett.} Getting up, dusting myself off, she totally checked out my ass, and spandex camel-toe. I remember that game, she totally told me not to wear skirts to practice any more, checked me out in the shower too.

I knew she was a lesbo! {Yeah?} what's that? {Hes hardon. Kinda missed the part about being a M2F transexual. And yeah, a marine. Jenner syndrome.} What's that? {Right, 90s. Denial, some guys join the Corps, others become Decathletes. :Spoilers!}

A bunch of other glances flashed bye, too fast to count. {307.} I could feel it, looking back, or looking up. Trying to hide behind the locker door. {Yeah, you're fucking hot. So pretty, it shows through being a stone overweight, when you weighed<100 pounds, soaking wet.

God, in the showers. Yeah, I was looking at them, but. {3 girls, in your gym class had the hots for you in the past 4 years. That I could find, so far. I didn't possess any of them, but I think you're pretty hot, and I'm not even human. It's complex, I can't be gay because I'm unique. Not even female any more, but most girls don't turn my head. Here's the deal, I had my choice between you, and Cyn. I guess I could've hit 'Chell.}

"Who's she?" Some sci-fi chick, {Sorry} with orange overalls, some kind of weird white bulging plastic tick of a gun, and springs on the backs of her legs. {Gateway chick.} I shook my head, probably to get rid of the image of her blowing a hole in the side of my skull, and jumping through it. {Longfall boots.}

Then, "Ooh!"

Almost sexual attraction. {Seriously?} Well, it's fetishistic. {The pack of lawn-mower blades?} Triggered a memory, but just Connie's shed at Cyns' house. Lets her us it, my dad too, to store stuff. Probably never touched a tool in her life. ? {It's more like material fetishism. Latex, Leather, or in this case some pretty decent tempered tool steel.}

;

Allojer {GFs NS. Incidentally, G is for Goddess.}

I burned My hands? {Yeah, use the pliars.} "Huh!" Wipe sweat from my hair, and pick them up for me. {I wish we had your old body and could just stand in the firepit too, but I don't know how to do this.}

}What's an Allojer?{

{Long story, I'll tell you later.}

I cannot enchant without My hands.

{Goddess. Forge Goddess.}

No longer forgotten.

}You have weird friends.{

{Take a nap, or something, this is hard enough without another non-craftsman onboard, you'll remember all this later.}

}But I'm an artist, just haven't taken that shop yet.{

{"Wanna see a magic-trick?"} She stuck my fingernail under my thumb, and they tingled at the tips. Then, she flicked a spark off, like thumping a cigarette, right under the open valve on the Bernz-o-matic.

PWH! Then, she picked up a ball-peen, and set the hot metal on the vice. {Best smith in the solar system.}

Thanks. I don't remember you? {Oh sorry, Sadis. It's gonna been a while...}

;

"Connie." {FG Cons, BDSM, Rape? Seriously, I'm not really sure myself on this one.}

She sat up, picking at her nails when I got home. "Oh," she set it down, "Welcome home."

THUNK.

"And I made you something."

"A dagger?"

"Surprise," she got up. Hung something around her neck, until I saw it was a handle, with a ring on the end. "Moreofa Stilletto, really." She reached around my neck, tied a leather bootlace under my hair. Let it down.

"Why for?"

"Because," she kissed me, "I love you." Stepped back, pulled it out of the coffee table, "And ever grrl needs a knife." She tucked it in, and let it hang onto my chest. "I don't do birthdays, nor Christmas, but I thought I'd try some metalworking."

I pulled it out, carefully followed her back to the bedroom. "So anyway," she turned back, "I was thinking of you, in the workshop."

"It's beautiful." Some girls like diamonds...

"Glad you like it," she slipped off her robe, I didn't even untye it.

Now, we have an agreement. Someone has to top, but the bottom gets off first. Then, we Sally switch out. I didn't fight her for it, she'd been whittling too. Let me see it before she put a rubber on. "Wouldn't want to get splinters."

She was learning to be a butch. Was, past tense. I can't, at some point, you have to admit it: I'd taught her everything I knew.

She lay me down, pulled my head up, and slipped the thong over my hair. Hung it on the bedpost, and pulled a rope from the coil under the drawer in my bedside. "You trust me?" She said she wasn't ready for bondage. I nodded, "Yet."

My wrist bumped the sheathe, and I got a good look. Picked it up, holding my wrist to the bedpost. Simple brown "Swede?" She shook her head, "Moleskin." Didn't feel like it, felt more like fur.

Now, these are My ropes, but once she pulled my wrist out to wrap it, and tye them off, she took the sheath from my hand, and slipped the flat behind the rope. But that's My rope! But she gave it to me, and I really have to work to be a better bottom. That's what makes it so intense, I have to be active, especially with sex, but I can't. She dropped the sheathe to hang from it's neck lace, but it is beautiful.

I like tools, they're handy. Nothing sexy about them, but. It looks sexy now. "How much," she pulled the sheathe out of her shirt, "do you trust me?"

"Huh!" I closed my eyes. It looked wicked, but at that moment, I became aware of her weight on the bed, the soft ropes tight around my wrists, and the long dark wickedly curved blade in her hand. "Nh!" I turned away, but the blunt curve on the back cut behind the corner of my jaw, and I shivered. "Don't be afraid," but it ran down the side of my throat. "I won't hurt you."

"NH!?" I tried to shrink back, but she just hooked the collar of my shirt, and ran the hard rough hand wrought iron edge down my collar bone, and the corner of my shirt folded down. She kissed me, and I moaned from her literally tearing it off of me, and the sweat dried cooly on my chest. 'nh?' I held my breath felt, the rounded hand hammered curve run down my breastbone.

I'm not a bottom, I don't like pain, and I have NEVER been topped like that in my entire life. It's like she flipped a switch, it took seconds, I wondered how anyone could just submit, as many times as I had seen it, and done it to them. I learned in a sex club, a BDSM sex club, a Gay and lesbian BDSM sex club, in Berkley. Played around before I even knew what I was, used to tye my sisters to the table legs when we were just playing dolls, I was born a Domme!

But, I have never felt anything at all like that, and this was really her first time. I almost forgot the stiletto in my hand, never considered cutting myself free, but I opened my eyes when she tucked her knife away. As soon as I was naked.

"You all right?" she brushed the sweat soaked hair out of my eyes, and I turned my face into her hand. She'd hardly touched me. I just nodded, and closed my eyes.

It took her hours. No. She teased me for hours until I sincerely begged to get off, but that rough back edge felt so cold on my clit.

;

Ruth

"That felt like Rape!" You would know, now. You made me rape her? Oh, she wanted it, got off on it, like 3 times. Uh! it was Like rape, but I didn't Rape her. For such a butch, you really are a bit of a bottom, yaknow?

Right, denial.

Wrong, you have to learn some introspection, if you're ever going to learn to control yourself. Well, thanks for the knife. {The handle snapping in My hand as the edge parted the elastic from the fly up. Boxers!} "Huh!" That was practice. For what, Mixed Media? No, your abuser/s. I couldn't rape Cyn. You wanted her to. Rape me? Well, it was just a fantasy. But yeah, I totally did.

Technically, it's a Kerambit. {The blade dangling by the ring pommel from my pinky.} About as good as it gets for cutting clothes/bonds without shearing. It wasn't designed for rape, originally, but then I made some improvements. Looks wicked. Yeah, but I don't kill. Well, unless I have to, but not my victims. Why not? So they can suffer. What about hell?

This is hell. No seriously, you're the demons that corrupted the Devil, I'm just an echo of a memory, Man are the devils that torment the souls here. If you look down, there's nothing but rock, metal, and molten soup. Look up, there's the rest of the Universe, why do you think they don't come here. Aliens? Yeah, because we've been broadcasting it for 75 some-odd years: "Come to Earth, we'll fuck you up!"

So, they're scared of us? Well, They are. The aliens? The Archons, Angels, nanosquids, Radulla, whatever you wanna call them. Violence is memetic. No, no Mnemonic, if you live to remember it can be crippling, but it's not normal out there in the Universe. Seen it before, quarantined the area, and let it die out, because unfortunately, the only way to deal with it on engagement with the enemy is with more violence. And it escalates, revenge, an Eye for an Eye {~Hammurabi} was supposed to be the maximum of the law, but we just don't think likeat.

Jeremy {MG Veng Rape.}

I waited until I heard the shower, but She was downstairs, in the back yard, pulling up the jeans skirt. Then she sat down, I was just gonna leave, but then I saw her rolling up a joint, so I went out.

"You gonna take that to your head?" Looked like a pretty joint.

"Oh," she frowned, "It's you." Got up, and walked off, so I followed her. There's like a hill over the fence, but they had to take a section out to put in the wall.

"Cumon, I'll smoke it witcha!"

But she was such a bitch about it, and "I knew it, you're a man-hating lesbian."

"Hn," she flicked off the ash. "Why, you know any Men?" Shook her head.

"Then why the fuck are you such a bitch to me? I never did nothing to you."

"Because you're a dick."

I don't know why she was so calm, but "Oh yeah?" I was just gonna tell her to stay away from my sister, but, "I'll show you a dick."

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{Huh, she just blacked out. Must be a defense mechanism.}

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