Crash Course

Psychotica - Harlow (Pandemic)

"Hm," What's her face, cute. Shy, though. I don't know what I was waiting for, but she was in here, about once a week. Not even looking at the toys, but spending a good long while in the girls' section looking at titles, and covers. [No Man's Land.] "Uh!"

She looks down, not sure what color her eyes were, but she looks up, blushing. "Huh?"

"Sorry, this one's pretty mainstream. I don't know what you're into, or who for that matter, but if your boyfriend is trying to spark your curiosity, he'll probably love this. Otherwise, well I guess I can help you find something better."

"Oh, I don't have." She can't even say it.

"Come on," I took it back to the shelves. "Anything you can tell me will help us find what you need." If I remember previous selections, she's all over the map. There was a peeing one. Burns through them pretty quickly, though, most of them were at least 4 hours.

"I uh." Eyes locked. Kind of swaying, or twisting on her legs. "Didn't you already rent this one?'" She nodded, "A favorite? Okay, well this is a pretty good company. [Productions Limited] they mostly do online now that video stores are becoming increasingly obsolete."

"Is this your place?" She looks around.

"Ha!" No, "I just work here, if it were the selection would be a lot better." I do help with some of the ordering, though. "Here." [Back Yard BFFs.] "By lesbians, for lesbians, most straight guys can't stand this one. Too slow, and organic."

"What's that mean?"

Sigh, "You see the hardware section? Well, that's all optional," with the possible exception of lube "Along with shaving, makeup, pornstar nails, jello bags... I like this one because it's just the girls, hair, warts, and all. If that's not," I move to put it back.

"Oh no," she takes it, but her eyes follow my hand, instead of reading the case. [M||A||I||N] tattooed on my knuckles, Or the dagger on the back of my hand. "What about the hardware options?"

"What about them?" I turned to the displays.

"How do they work?" Sigh, let my shoulders fall.

"We're fresh out of instructional videos," they don't make them, or ones that aren't dangerously misinformed. She comes around my shoulder, "Pretty much require solo experimentation, or hands-on instruction."

"Do you," she looked over, up my shoulder, and I became intensely conscious of my heels. "Know anyone?"

"Haha, If I did, I wouldn't be peddling smut for a living." With my tattoos, piercings, haircut, it's pretty much work here, or a kitchen. "I'd rather sell smut than burn myself for a living. Come on," I walked her back to the counter, "Les'see..." I peeled off the cellophane, She giggled. Popped the disk drive, and turned the screen around. "You want a preview? I want to make sure you get what you need here." Her eyes locked to the screen, and I watched her face. Her eyes, flashing tan with legs, and hips moving around, shirts coming off.

And yeah, I'd watched her before. TBPH, the first time was a bit of a surprise. I didn't ask 'Are you lost, sweety?' but she went right to the appropriate section, and about 3 weeks in I picked up on the pattern.

Friday night, probably for the weekend. Either lonely, or with someone who needs porn, most of it mainstream 'lesbo' pron to have any fun. Beautiful, in that modest home spun plain Jane girl-next-door kinda way I really like. My heart beat, too fast, and loud just from standing this close, watching porn flash across her eyes. "Mh." Suck in that lip. Glance at the clock, hopefully 'Bert wouldn't be late, again. Look at the case art, show her some C/DVD extras, kill some more time, before I get off...

"Nh!" she licked her lips, and looked up at the sound. "Uhm, you in a hurry?" She shook her head. "It's a pretty boring shift, for a couple more hours, if you want to hang out." Wish we had some booths, maybe. Yeah, some booths would be nice, or fantasy rooms. She looks back, and I imagine the Schoolgirls'. Posters, homework, stereo to turn up so the folks don't hear us moaning, and grunting.

"Mhm?" she nods at the screen. I pull the stool around the counter for her. "Have a seat." Make yourself comfortable, don't smell her hair, don't smell her hair don't, "Snh?" Damn it. I felt so predatory, and it felt so bad I should probably take a break or something. "Don't steal anything," I got a cigarette out, "Okay?" We can smoke in there, ash tray right next to the register, In fact I was technically breaking city ordinance standing under the awning over the door, or within 25' of it. "Fuchit!" Long drag, out my nose. Check the time. "Fuck!" HOURS!

Look, I work in a smutshop. I kind of have a high tolerance for erotic stimulation. Seen the entire inventory, checking for playability, even the ones with hairy sweaty bears barebacking each-other. And I felt like a middle school girl crushing on the head cheerleader. Or, you know like I did when I started crushing on the cheerleaders. "Hn!" Fuck.

Expectation leads to disappointment, I know this, but so help me if she's balancing on that barstool with both hands in, I can't be held responsible for my actions. Nope, damn. Actually, it's kind of cute, how she has her feet up on the bar, knees demurely together, hands folded in her lap. Fantastic posture, eyes swinging to the corner, half a self-conscious smile, getting away with out me catching her looking.

[Psychotica - Modern Utopia (Pandemic)]

"Are you," a lesbian, jaded, trying not to scratch your back? "Punk rock?"

"Hold on," I reach around her, twist the mouse, and >| pause it. "I'm gay, you got that. I don't really follow any other subcultures." Scroll down...

... "Ah!" [Ingrid Michaelson - Girls Chase Boys (Video)] "How's that?" Poppy, catchy, pretty much just on my media player for the video. Check it out, pretty nice. Real poppy music, though. "Sn!" stand up, and don't touch her hair. Not quite, but the video's back up. And my fingers are shaking pretty bad anyway. I don't want to prey on her. Okay, I really Really want to prey on her, but I don't want to really prey on her. Uh, did I really write that sentence? I'll leave it to show how I feel just writing about it.

"I never," she mumbles, so I look back up to see they're up to creative use of adirondac chairs in the programme. "Are you, huh, flirting, with me?" I'm not even going to estimate how many time's I've seen this one, and it's still the first scene...

"Not really," I come around, "I'm attracted, yes. Sorry, if it makes you uncomfortable, but."

"Oh no," she tears her eyes away from the screen. Black, with her lightish brownish hair, it's almost as striking as Black&Blue, and I can't help sighing, "I just don't."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I can't finish that for you."

"I can't, I don't. Uh!" she looks up, and away. "I just look at the movies, but I don't do anything."

"Oh," I shrug, "Well that's all right, have you ever been with anyone?" She shook her head. "Well I'm not going to do anything to you. Relax, I know all this," boots, sawed off overalls, prison striped long sleeve teeshirt, tattoos, rings, studs...

[Portishead - Glory Box (Dummy)]

"Huh!" roll my eyes, "How are you on friends?" Head shake? "Uh, well lets start there. You free for the weekend? Cool, let's go out, or something. My treat, as soon as 'Bert shows up to relieve me." Or let me go...

"Lynne" {FF NS}

"Stuart," she shook my hand, but I turned up her wrist.

"Why does that say [Main]?" I felt over her knuckles with my thumb.

"It's a pun, French for Hand, actually. I'm right handed." She took her keys off her belt, and unlocked the drawer to start counting.

I don't know about attraction. It doesn't make any sense, all those tattoos, and her wrecked hair, she even smelled a little, which should certainly disgust me, or turn me off, right? It's like that Backyard video, "I skipped over it for weeks because of the girls. They looked so hairy, and dirty, and rough, but then." I saw them, and she was there.

"Mhm?" She nodded. She popped out the disk, and put it in a black plastic bag. Not like a garbage bag, about the size of the case, but with holes in the top for handles. No logo, either. "Huh! Nobody understands attraction, or arousal. Seriously, you get turned on, and make a mental note: 'Well that works'!"

"No I don't," I shake my head. She just waits, "Get turned on, I mean. I feel wonderful, when I watch it, but aren't you supposed to get wet, or something?"

"Pornographic sex-ed?" She nodded, "Porn isn't sex. It's sexU-Al, there's sex in it, but they change a lot around for the presentation, and to put it bluntly, we usually get the shaft because most of it is made by guys for guys."

"She ain't lying," the guy stopped counting, looked up, then back down to continue counting.

"The trick is finding out what turns You on, at any given moment, that can change. 'Mood is a thing for cattle, or making love'." she shrugs, "Uh, I guess you started all right, came in, went through the selection, what did you find?"

"Not a lot of story,"

"Books," she spun the tower of paperbacks. "Uhm," around to the girl/girl section. "Here, not really any more realistic, but at least most of these are housewives' fantasies, instead of loser boys living with their parents." [$7.99, or 3 for $15!]

"Hey!"

"Not you 'Bert," She grabs her bag, "You hungry?" Sort of. "Here's, there's this great diner around the block, family friendly, so we can talk."

"Huh?" Warm night.

"Sorry, our family. LGBT? Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual..."

"Here, let me," unlock the car, stick the plain black bag under the seat, and close it. Chirpchirp! The lights blinked.

"Come on," she put her arm over my shoulder, and wow, she smelled with that stripey shirt off. She carried her denim jacket, and her bag, not really a purse at all, for her laptop. Hairy, she doesn't shave, and why do I like that smell? She's sweaty, I can tell, it's even pretty stale, but I want to bury my nose in her armpit, and just breathe it in. Shouldn't that be disgusting?

"The jeeros are pretty good, um you can get it with tempeh and/or falafel instead if you're a vegitarian?" I shook my head, "Right, of course not. Um, can I get the meatloaf sandwich, no gravy, and a side of katsup?" She said 'Katsup.' "Rye bread, fries, and a coke."

"And you, miss?"

"Um," look it over, "I'll have a coffee to start, while I make up my mind." She shrugged, and wandered off. "She's gay too."

She nodded, "We don't really have a gay-town here, officially. This block is about it, because of denial. 'Do you know what the queers are doing to the soil'?"

"Hah, what?" I laughed.

"Here," she got up, and rummaged around in her pocket, "I'll show you." She walked over to the juke-box, and I just sat there, thinking about her hand feeling around in her pocket, for quarters.

"Hnh!" I blew, and sipped, added more sugar. [Dead Milkemen - Stuart (Beelzebubba)] It wasn't really a song, more like a rant with some weird jangling guitar. Like suicidal tendancies? "Um, you think that was my problem?" That took the bitterness out. "Huh, I think, maybe I was looking wrong. At the mainstream," I looked around.

"It's allright, you can say Porn. Everyone in here knows where I work," She pulls [In & Out Video] across her sleeveless fuscha shirt, "or learn pretty quick. I don't have a closet." She thought. "Where you looking for girls like you? How did this start?"

"I guess I'm kinda addicted. Huh, I found some, with my sisters, and friends. We're just kids, and didn't do anything, really. We traded them, but it was all straight stuff. From our dads' and brothers' stashes?"

"But not online?"

"There's porn online too?" She looked shocked until I couldn't help grinning. "Haha, no. That's another thing, on the list of things I don't really get, but I like movies, and DVDs better. I don't know why, but I look forward to going to the store." Okay, I felt like I'd never stop blushing, or my face would burn off at some point. I wanted to say 'to see you,' but I couldn't.

[Dead Milkmen - Punk Rock Girl (Single)]

"Hm," she nodded, "But you don't." She pointed down, at her lap, behind the counter, but with 2 fingers held together. I didn't know there's a sign for that, officially.

"I tried, but nothing really happens. I feel myself, and my fingers, but nothing else."

"Huh, how old are you?"

"23?"

"Wow, huh! I don't think you're fully sexualized, it sounds like. I was, sexualized. Uh, there was this boy, and I was too young to think about the unthinkables. So, I didn't and he, well I guess it wasn't unlike your porn exchange with your friends, only he used it more as visual aids. We got into it, and trying the stuff the girls did, or wrote about. That's how I started discovering all that's wrong with porn."

"If you hate porn so much, why do you sell it?"

"Not all porn, just the really bad stuff that sells so well. Take you, for example. You would've walked out with that bullshit, and been confused, I guess until you worked your way down to the underground stuff, or picked it on impulse. So, I can at least help people, learn that it doesn't have to be that way."

"That backyard video is undergound?" I was learning a lot.

"It shouldn't be, but it's like music. First of all, there's a million garage bands for every talented singer/songwriter, or socially aware acts, but for another, most people, especially norms don't want to be aware, ignorance is bliss. So yeah, that's the main problem with most porn, most of it's ignorant."

"Huh," my chef's salad came, so I ate a while. Weird breakfast, or late night snack, I guess, but it's not like I actually slept any. Dinner was hours ago. She obviously wasn't concerned about her weight, and my head filled with the by now familiar feeling of not being disgusted, despite anticipating disgust. Ever since I found that store, I don't know, she fascinated me, in such unexpected ways, and for some reason it just never felt wrong. "Huh, why is friday a slow night at the store?" I wondered.

"We get the overflow," she shrugged, and munched fries. Looked like she was trying to finish off that half bottle of ketchup. Or Katsup. "Friday, Saturday night they're mostly at the bars, or hooking up, somewhere. Most of our customers come in when there's no cars in the lot, or on the street, afraid someone will see them, or something."

"Hey yeah," I did that, "That's why I started coming in friday nights," she nodded, "Nobody else was there. What?" She looked guilty.

"Well, I kind of switched my schedule around. That first night, when I saw you. I was filling in, but then you came back, so yeah, I started working friday nights."

"Really?" she nodded, and pushed out her coke glass. The waitress took it to the fountain, and brought back the coffee. "Yeah, I guess I came back, to see you too." I just decided to go in out of curiosity there, saw the rainbow flag, and read some of the pamphlets... "Huh, I was just coming out, to myself. And you where there, and like you said, I was ignorant."

"Yeah," she got up, dropped a couple bills on the counter, and set the empty glass on them. "Well, I guess I can teach you a thing, or two." Silver moneyclip. She went right out, smoked, unhooked her keys from her hip, but just held them.

"Uh," I looked around, "Now,.. ?"

"Can't smoke in the building," she turned, and unlocked the door to the stairs. "Oh, I live here." She leaned over, and I felt her fingers on the side of my neck. Her lips on mine. "Goodnight." I opened my eyes, but the door sung shut, and when I knocked she didn't come back, and answer. There wasn't a doorbell, or buzzer, intercom, or anything, just a doorway, and a lock. Not even a window. I wanted one to smash through, but just beat on it until I started crying.

"Why?" Why did she do that? I don't understand, but somehow I got to my car, and back home. God I was. I felt sick, feverish, and angry. My face still burned, and my ears twitched with my pulse. They do that sometimes. She smelled like smoke, I could taste it on her lips, saw the cigarette burning in the street where she flicked it off, but I didn't pick it up, save it. I remember how she smelled. She stank, really, but I loved it. As soon as I could, I got my underpants down, and found myself. Okay, I wasn't wet, but I was damp. There was some moisture in there. But I forgot the video. Fuck the video, I didn't even turn on the lights.

Stuart {FF Saph Phon}

"Mh, yes?" Her voice sounded strange, not sure if she was crying, or what, but not like she did in the store.

"Hey," I took a breath, waited... "It's Stuart."

"I know," Very strange, hoarse? "Huh, how did y'?"

"It's in your account," at the store. In case you rent something, and don't bring it back, or whatever.

"Why did you leave me?" Now she sounded like she'd cry. Hard to tell, with a relative stranger.

"Huh, I didn't want to," I hate this part, "Have to control myself. If you came up, uh!" I don't know what would have happened. "And besides, first date?"

"You wouldn't," scared, "Hurt me?"

"No, of course not." Intentionally, "Which is why I went, and frigged off, took a cold shower," frigged off again, all day really. "Yearh!" Yawned.

"Then why?" God, almost like a little girl. Adult voice, but the way one would ask why the sky is blue. Because God is a boy, sweety.

"Huh, you're new. I want to show you, everything. But, that requires some patience, I wasn't really feeling just then. I wouldn't hurt you, but if I just," tear off all your clothes, and dive in feet first. "Skip ahead to the end, it could ruin everything. Well most of it. Uh!" I can usually Talk, better, you know? "Guys are like that, they just go straight for the goal, and don't even give you time to get turned on, much less off. I didn't want to get selfish, and greedy, like I probably would have." Okay, definitely.

"Nh!"

"Hm?" Okay, not crying. "Are, yu'." Yeah. No answer, in words, I can spell out, but I could hear her breathing.

"Yeah." Nobody else in the shop.

"Huh, you know you can't tickle yourself?" Yeah? "Sometimes it's like that. Maybe you just didn't turn yourself on?"

"Yeah." huh, "Definit nh!"

"You don't have to," listen. Yeah, another gasp, "Say no more." cute little grunt, "Just breathe." God, I was drenched! I didn't count, but surely I was satisfied by now. Tired? No? "uN!" Not really.

"Ynh!" Okay, fantasize, fantasize... Where was I last time, never mind,

"Naked?" Uh!

"Yeah," Something sounded wet. "huh hu'Uh!"

"Touch my chest."

"Uh! Huh!" Breathless panting. Sounded close.

"Yeah huh! Just, just like that!"

"AH!" gasp, "AAH!"

Whisper, "Kiss me." Those weren't words. Wow, she's a moaner! I wish I could smell her at least, all I could remember was the scent of her hair, shampoo mostly, but I still caught whiffs of. "nH!"

Her, "Huhuhuhuh!" Lorraine

Lynne {FF Feet}

"Uh!" She rolled her eyes, set down her bag, and a 2 liter. "You caught me." Put her hands up. I had to look away, to get the big CD box back in the display. "You mind staying a few extra?" The other girl shook her head. She told me when she'd come in. "Come on," she pulled my hand around the register, and back to the office. "Sit down." Not an order, but I turned around, and held the arms of the office chair.

"Wh?" she untied my shoe.

"You're driving me insane, you know that?"

"What're you?" She pulled my shoe off. And looked up, grinning. And winked. She slipped my sock off. "DoinH!" I giggled, but she rubbed my sole, and felt around the back of my leg. Before I knew it, she had it up over the knee.

"Nice skirt." She grinned. So, I just went with it. And watched her.

"Foot fetish?"

"Not really," she shrugged, then kissed between my big toe, and the next one. "You've got great legs, though." She rubbed them, and I don't know what I expected that to feel like, but I guess I didn't think about it. "Thought I'd start on one end." She licked my knee, and I couldn't keep my eyes open.

"Mh!" I guess it doesn't really matter where she touches me. Or, "OohH!" Okay, rubbing my skirt over the inside of my thigh. I picked the wool one because it felt kind of chilly, but "Hihn!" Or whatever. God, we stank. I took a shower, that first time, then came back out to the bedroom. It wasn't just me, though. Just try to breathe, "yeah," the mouth, get more air from my mouth. "Huh!" She found my panties, and the inside of my thigh felt wet enough with her kisses, and my eyes flew open when she put my leg down. Her mouth, on my chest now. Her hair brushed under my chin, and I just held onto her shoulders. My neck burned, but she just felt over my thighs, and up my hips. "Oh," to my waistband, "Here." I scooted forward in the chair.

"Snh!" I took a breath through my nose too, "It's getting pretty muggy in here," she smiled, and stuck her head up under my skirt.

"Oh!" I guess the short hair makes sense now. Or maybe it's got nothing to do with that, but god her breath feels hot. "Uh!"

Stuart {FF Saph...}

"Heh hehh hhehhn!" Wipe my mouth. Her legs fell off my back, and she bumped her forehead with her knuckles.

"Hehn Hehn!" She shuddered. I licked my fingers, and slipped her panties up to her knees.

"20 fucking minutes?" The girl who didn't want her name used looked at her watch, and half ran for her car. I took a long drag, and let it out my nose, slow. Let my heart run back down, caught my breath. She's straight, so I guess she doesn't know that's on the quicky end of the scale for me.

"Gaaaaawd!" she came out, "Uh, can I have some?" She took my cigarette.

"You smoke?"

She shook her head, and coughed, "Thought I'd try it." Long sigh, her shoulders were still shaking, so I held them. I took another drag, "What did you do!?" She laughed.

I shrugged, kissed her, rubbed my stud back, and forth across her lips. "Sorry it took so long, working in the dark." I winked. Not a whole lot to work with, actually. Took some hide, and seek to find everything, generally where expected, but not hanging out, and accessible. As in some women. "I'll show you later, I just had to. Do something."

"Yeah," she shook her head, and made a face, so I took another drag. "Well it worked."

"You know arousal, and everything isn't purely physical?" She shook her head. "Huh, we're women, show a guy tits, he's pretty much happy, but a lot of what happens goes on up here," I kissed her head. "To some degree, usually. I don't know how sensitive you are physically, mentally, and emotionally. Yet."

"Oh," she thought, "I don't want to risk your job," I laughed, "What?"

"You mean the office? Why do you think it's soundproofed? I can't leave you in there alone, but supervised... Everyone uses it, even the owner, his wife," and boyfriends. Or dates, he doesn't really have boyfriends.

"You're not going to..."

Uh! "Get off?" I guessed, "Sure, at some point. I don't rush, or I don't like to because it pays off better in the end. Things like that, back in the office happen, but I really prefer to enjoy it as much as possible, and make it last."

"Well that was fine."

"Right, but that was sex. With that out of the way, we can work on friendship, romance," lovers. I already know I can love her, and look forward to seeing how much. I stopped trying to understand ages ago.

We went back in, "You mind if I write?" At some point. I didn't prepare anything for Lesbianism 101, nor record it, but she took notes. "Now I'm not gonna tell you how to be a Lesbian, but in my experience it helps to clean out your closet first. Turn on the lights, figure where the walls are, open the door, air it out," I fanned the office to spread it around a bit, "Maybe see about decorating, and remodeling on down the road." You know, the Talk? "Now, you're what some of us call a lipstick femme. For instance, however have you ever given any thought to how much of that is about the image of you projected all around you?" Okay, look of utter incomprehension. "I like your look, it's not really for me anyway, but this," eye drop "Is a statement, and at some point you decide what you want to say."

"So what are you saying?" Self conscious, kind of the idea. I hate to do it, but kind of have to.

"Don't answer those questions, ask yourself." I chucked my head at the pillar. "That one's got a mirror," I grabbed the clip-board, and printed up the Inventory. Assuming nothing just grew legs, and walked off, there's the bars beside the doorway, and devices on most of it, but that's no guarantee. Work...

Lynne {F...F NS.} [Gary Numan - Hybrid (Full Album)]

"Hmm," [Lesbian Makeover] I need to stop shaving. Really want to tackle her, and drag her back into the office, I haven't seen enough, but that's not the question. How often do we really look at ourselves? Okay, no lipstick. Kinda planned on kissing, why did I smoke? "Huh!" Hair. Too long. Okay, it's not winter yet, so probably don't hack it all off, but I know it's there. Hid in it for years. Now, my face is me. When I look at me, there I am, I don't really know another face as I. "Huh!" Why don't people do this? Denial, whatever. Body, I don't know. She's right, I'm not attracted to it. Wish I had more hips, less thighs, belly, more chest, thinner arms, legs, "Huh!" Winter doesn't help, too many clothes, take off my jacket.

"You let me get done with all this inventory shit, and I'll cut your hair," she sighs, and picks up the box knife. I look down, untwist my finger from the ends.

"You cut hair?"

"I can," she shrugs, and starts stacking something on something. Behind the counter. "Can't ever cut it any longer." I guess, look back. "You like bangs?"

"Do you?"

"I love your eyes."

I moved my hair, "Why?" There's nothing there.

"They're beautiful. I don't know, I think you have great eyes." She stood up. "I'd take off the damage, at least."

"What damage?"

"What do you think that does to your hair?" She twirls her fingers in front of her shoulder, so I let go again. "Sorry, but split ends tend to run."

"I know," look back, "You're right, they are getting pretty wrecked."

"Most of it is below the jawline, though, so we don't have to slash, and burn. What'd you come up with?" She split the bottom of the box.

"Um," I looked back, "You're so," at myself.

"Butch?"

"Yeah," more of that. She likes my legs, though. "More butch." Nobody else in the store, so I fan up my skirt. "You going to be a few hours?" She nods. "I'll come back."

Stu' [Numan - Torn (Hybrid)...]

Ding! "Ooh!" She found herself, did a little twirl. "I like the vest!" Shopper! "What did you do to your hair?" A little corset/bodice action going on there, with the vest, and her figure. I rather liked it.

"Told them to cut out the damage," she petted under it. They evened it out, "saved you the bangs." Looked like a metal mop.

"Well I knocked everything out but the printout, and the count." out. Grab the scissors from the pen can. Don't leave them there all the time, but found them. "Here," I moved a couple stands, and set down the stool. "I like to start at the bottom," snip, "Snph, and what do you use?" Ooh, suede!

"Floral Pools." Hm!

Drop it, "Just take a little off, look at it," pull the hand mirror out of my back pocket, and come around front. "Here," start just below the eyebrows, pull out a few strands of waves, and pull them out. Work my way over. "There you are." turn and bend down. Just a peck. Hand her the mirror. Work my way around the jawline, or just below. I need a better comb, but they don't line up, this low. Above her earlobe. Pierced, but just the empty hole. A little dandruff?

"What do you see?"

I kissed her soft lobe. "Mh?" Bit my lip. Me, an undisclosed number of years before, "You, or as much of you as I've seen so far." When all this was still new, and wonderful. Roll my eyes, "You've got great cheeks/bones." Brush some unruly curves out of the way. I like curves, when they don't get in the way."

"Whaha!?" she laughs.

"See," I stood back, "We're not fat. We're wymyn, we have fat, but as long as it doesn't get in the way." She looks confused. "I love wymyn, in all our splendid variety. We're unique, and all this sprucing up is just a matter of figuring out what gets in the way of your beauty." I pulled a frazzled lock they partially missed, and snipped it off. "Tell me when to stop," I started working my way around again.

"And what to add?" she looked me over, good. Okay, I braved a little more of the cold, the last few days, hoping she'd come back before friday.

"I went out with an artist," close around the ear, "Hold still. Huh! Those relationships are, intense," look back, SNIP! "She did most of my ink," I showed her my arm.

"Is that Rozey the Riviter?"

"Actually, it's [We Can Do It!] Rozie's a different one of the same era."  Rockwell.

"I looked up Main, in French, I still don't get it."

"It's pronounced 'Man'." approximately, "As in Main Gauche." I might just ending up with where it starts to wave... "Some of us, especially back in the nineties, early ohs had these ideas about changing the language, hyperfeminized english, so we didn't say anything with Man in it," except Manipulative... "So, I eventually decided it was silly, and this was my subtle little protest."

"And the dagger?"

"It's phallic," ment I liked to fuck, with this hand.

"But you wear your keys on your left hip."

"Huh!" She had done her research. "And I like to be tied up, sometimes. It's fun! What about you?" I draw the line at bandanas.

"Never tried it."

"Well I ment more along the lines of fantasies. Okay, one of the things I like to avoid starting out is projecting my fantasies on you, so what can you tell me?" And this hair wasn't just jumping off while I do most of the talking. She shrugged, so I held off, repositioned, and snipped.

"Huh, I don't know. I guess I always, thought about girls, but had no idea what I wanted to do with one. It's like picking a tattoo, or a haircut." She's fashion challenged, just absolutely no talent in that area, or creativity. Which must be why she came off so plain Jane on first impression. "What do you want to do?"

"Strip you down and lick every square inch of you," oh, and I'm pretty oral. "but we've still got hours before anyone shows up."

"Well this looks okay," she turns, and pans the mirror around.

"The back needs work, but we can take a break." Shrug, follow her through the displays, around the side of the counter.

She looks over, "The camera can't see in here?" she turns, and backs into the office. I shake my head, and don't add that the door blocks the front door as well, and may have some unrated bullet resistance. It's not a great neighborhood.

"What are you thinking?" I'm grinning about as wide as I can. She's unbuttoning the vest. They press together a little with her shrug, "Well, as long as one of us has to work, you can see more of what you're getting into..." I go back for the stool. "How old is that dagger tattoo?"

"Huhaha, you watched the movie." Waiting for that shoe to drop.

"You're a pornstar?"

"Nah," I waved, stopped, set down the stool. "It's an amateur outfit, send in your tapes. If they're good enough they'd buy it off you, they kept the rights." I was young, I needed the money. "Yeah, it's one of my first." Tattoos. BTW, she had her shirt off, and it didn't take long to get out of that bra. Have a seat, I can reach out, and swing the door shut if anyone comes in. "Can you dance?"

[And One - Get You Closer (1998 Single)]

Not really, but so young. As if gravity hadn't been invented yet, okay not completely devoid of sag, but you had to look for it. Hips, alternating up, and down, skirt swinging over those thighs, possibly rubbing together in there somewhere. She can probably learn. Get out a cigarette. "Why do you smoke outside?" Perfectly normal question, for a strip-show.

Blow it out my nose, "It goes stale, in here. I don't like to build it up, it dissipates better outside." Back to folders, scroll down... Look up, click. Skirt coming down... Blindly scroll, back click. [IAMX - Bernadette (Volatile Times)] [Play next...] [Sneaker Pimps - Flowers, and Silence (Splinter)]...

Okay, she's young, and she's interested in me. Whatever else she's hiding in there, I'll enjoy bringing it out. "I want to see all of your tattoos. Do they all have meaning?"

"Most of them have a story behind them." Most of them a girl's story.

"God, this feels so sexy!" she looked back down, and grinned.

I leered, "Looks sexy, too." No hair. Stubble, so that might change, I can put up with rugburn for one night. Completely nude, and sitting down since the declaration on high. I wanted to feel how sexy too. I can only build up so much sexual anticipation before diminishing returns, and I'm not so sure how long I've been past the point of no further effect, but I was committed now. "Now you've driven me insane!" She giggles. "God, I want to rrravage you!"

DING! Perfect timing, I reached out, and didn't quite slam it.

He sniffs, chuckles, I reach back, and tuck my shirt behind the grip of my pistol turning around. I told you, it's not a great neighborhood. He keeps his eyes to himself, so I catch my breath, and drop it on the shelf under the register.

[Portishead - Machine Gun (3)] Crank it pretty loud, until he's gone.

Lynne {FF Saph...}

"Let's play Waldo." She had an apartment, walk up, didn't pay attention. My eyes were busy. "Just do what I do." She undid her belt.

"I know what you said, but," I got my skirt off, "You mind if I dive right in?"

"Feet first," she nodded.

"Why?"

"So you can breathe." I laughed, too. "Get on the bed." There may have been a trail of clothing strewn back up the hall, and in front of the door, but I missed most of it. Birds, and symbols, and writing, I felt like an archeologist working on her first mummy.

"Here," I got my arm around, and felt for the clasp. We stopped, got them all out, and threw them aside.

"I like your underwear," she leaned back, and reached for hers, "But I can appreciate it later." Hairy legs, "I can shave them a lot faster than I can grow them out. You wanna chase me around the shower first?" I shook my head, but there she was. I've seen pictures, but not even mine up close. "Waldo."

"Who?"

"Sorry, a robot, actually. Never mind, now you can just do what I do," her hand moved down, "And I'll show you," and I felt her other one, touching me. She let her head down, on my leg, so I did too, and looked over, at her hand. "Go on," I put my hands over hers, but then she pulled hers out, and pressed mine against her. "Now," she pressed her fingers in, mine into her, and hers into me. Pulling her hands back, she kissed me. I kissed her back. I've checked me out, and seen others in movies, but she had more. Everything I had, only more, and it looked like some extras like the triangles sticking out, so I kissed them, and let them slip out between my lips. "We don't have to mimic each other, and there's always some lag, mh!" I kissed her again, deeper this time, so she shut up, and stuck her tongue in me. I don't have the ear ring in the tip like her, either. I've seen it before, none of the others could talk as well, but no telling how long she had it. Wow, now I get it!

I giggled. "I can't feel everything you do down there, let alone do it."

"Right," she licked her lips, "Waldo again." She touched me, and I humped a little before I tried to.

"Like this?" I tapped in the patch of curls she had in front. She did that in the diner, on the counter, I shivered, and started tapping the other way.

"Uh," I moved her fingers, and tried it. "Uh!" That felt pretty damned good!

I'll think of what came next as a fingerbang Lab, because that's what it felt like. Silent, had my eyes closed most of the time, but learned a lot. How to cross the index finger under the longest, then uncross them once inside. Longest still bent, she fucked it straight a couple times to demonstrate, then crossed them again to twist, and wiggle into the next knuckles.

And how that felt.

"Now," I hunched again, so she licked my clit again, so I licked hers. I don't know if I did it the exact same way, she didn't hump like my hips kept doing, all "huh!"

I pulled back to rub my 3 middle fingertips in, and right away she did it too. Bunched together in a triangle, I took another breath, and bent down to kiss her again. Deep, I don't know who led, or when I stopped, but she showed me a lot more stuff, and I tried to remember as many as I could.

"Hah!" her fingertip stopped moving in me, so I held still. "Huh, now eventually I'll need some good steady stimulation," her finger moved, "Yeah, and," she bent over. I tried, but I could actually suck her clit in, and she seemed to like it, and I got off like 3 times already today and she was feeling in 2 more fingers in the side, so I let go, and looked. Her lips split open, I couldn't even see the curls around them through the wings thick, and warm now, and that's her thumb on my clit, so, "Nyh!" Faster, not too fast, pace her...

"God!" this feels good.

"Yeah, yeaaaAH!" She gasped, panted, and gasped some more. I held still too, then felt around when things started moving? Waves, I think, I could feel where, but deeper, my fingers aren't that long. "Hohohoah!" She panted, and sat up, so I curled my fingers out. Or, they both happened at the same time. "Huh Huh! huh." she panted some more. "Aww," kissed me, and felt my neck, Under my hair. "Now we should probably get that shower," she got up.

I followed her, "What were you saying about every inch of my body?" Hers, I don't know, maybe it's like her hair, and tattoos, and studs, she doesn't have ear rings, just posts with balls on the end, but some of them are bent. But they just make her girliness stand out. Somehow, they make her prettier. Even prettier.

Stuart {FF Saph...}

No, I don't play music, who needs the distraction? Had it done before, sometimes it was fun. Big shower, I insisted. Rent's not actually all that bad. Quick piss, no idea how long I held that. "Well let's get clean first. Not too clean," just gonna get dirty again! And yeah, I took a few days off. Weeks, really, but then not even playing with myself in anticipation. Not the most mindblowing orgasm in my life, but well worth it. "Huh!" She looks nothing like me, but god that body looks so familiar. Time, she still had a fairly high pear, not much hips under it. Turn her around.

"oh!" she jumped at the goose.

"Every inch," I turned sideways, and caught what was left of the streams of droplets.

"Really?"

"Have you tried it?"

"No?"

"Well, then decide." I got her good and clean with my fingers first, and spread her cheeks with my thumbs. "Besides," she squirmed. "Got to start somewhere." She giggled.

"That wasn't too bad." I rubbed her cheeks.

"Spanking?"

"Ah?" I didn't, but she winced, and thought about it. "Maybe?"

"Later," when it's unexpected, but I gave her a couple nice pats. Nice broad cheeks, not too flat, or saggy, thick soft stubbly thighs, and a little tummy showing out the side of her waist. The little triangle, between the tops of her cheeks, and the bottom of her back. No dimples, shrug. Pretty active, she doesn't appear to do too much sitting. "Turn around," I stood up.

"Waldo?" She felt up my front, so I shrugged, and followed her lead.

"I don't know what you heard, or believe'm." she felt my mouth, kissed my fingers.

"Sh," they moved side to side, "Shsh, sh. Sh!" I nodded. Good, she had to start leading a little at some point.

Back down to the chests, only I stopped in the middle. Felt her heart, and she moved a hand in to feel mine beat louder for her. "Hh!" I turned around, picked up the soap, lathered up my hands, and gave it to her. She swept her hair back, and the bangs washed back down. I wasn't going for a Beetles cut, with bangs, but when we got there. It even looks femmy, and really shows her jawline. The nice deep gentle curve under her ear, fingertips around the top of my neck.

"Let's get rinsed off," turn her around. Darker wet, wonder how it would look black. Not like Goth, or any other Instakit (Sykospark.net) she's not pale enough anyway, but it even intensifies the deep dark pools of her eyes instead of ruining their effect. We all have beauty in us, some of us are better at hiding it.

"Bondage?" she turned the water off, so I pulled the curtain.

"That's a bit advanced," hand her a towel, "But there's softcore ways to go about it."

"Oh yeah?"

"We can get creative," I finished swabbing around, and scrubbed out my hair. She took a bit longer, so I went back to the bedroom, and reached under the drawer to the cabinet, pulled out the yarn. Dropped the crochet hooks back in, pulled out a length, and snapped it off.

"You knit?" Wrapped her hair, and everything, I pulled it off.

"Crochet, a little." Hide it, really. "It's also not too strong, so I can break it, but that means it's over." Hand her the yarn, wrists already together. "I don't have to say anything, unless you ask."

"Good," she backed me to the bed.

"You can pull that tighter."

"Sh." She frowned, and pushed me back.

Lynne {FF...}

Okay, so she's a nerd. Missed it before, because she decided to nerd out about being gay, but it seemed to work out for her. Not really in the mood for a lecture right now professor, and I need to learn to make her feel that good. I sure want to, but I can't even tell. It would be nice if I could feel what she does, but my hairs' almost dry before she holds my head over her, and snaps the thread. "What?" Lick my lips.

"Hn," she sits up, "If I'm restrained, and silenced you pretty much have to do everything. Do you feel ready to do everything yet?"

Well, when you put it like that, I shook my head.

"You're getting better," she rolls me over, "But most girls have to bottom for a while to learn to put me under, anyway."

"What's that like?"

She looks me straight in the eyes. "I'd have to show you." Shakes her head.

"All right," I let my arms down, "What do I have to do?"

"Nothing," she takes my hands, and slips softly over my leg. Fingers between mine, she licks the stubble on the front.

"Hm!" I want to, I don't know what my hands wanted to do, but she held them down. Is that it? Because she was just, "Hm!" Spending a lot of extra time on that 1 inch of flesh. Okay, now it was feeling better, and better! "Huh!" So maybe that's why for every inch? She said it twice already? And her arms over my thighs. I lost track of what she was doing with her mouth where, because she was holding down my thighs?

'The friend-zone is the end-zone,' she'd said. And with her mouth busy, now I guess I could think about it. How does she do it, though?

She licked my ass. I don't know if it felt good, but it wasn't bad, but why did she start there? And my foot, I guess, she gets the dirty parts out of the way first, or she just likes it dirty? I like her. Maybe that's it, emotional arousal, that's what it feels like. By myself, I've got nothing, but just thinking about her.

Her fingers tight on the backs of my hands, her tongue. She can taste me, loves the way I taste, lapping sideways under my breast, then turning to the other. "Huh!" I'm shivering a little, and burning up. I want her hands on me, but I can't let go. Her body, she turns my hands over, and makes double fists between us. And we stink. Taste good together, though!

Us. Not her, and I, nor even that Waldo game, but we crashed together, I think my body went away. 'heheh,' I felt her breath on my face, then moving down.

"I"

!

Stu' [FF ...}

"Yeah," she shook her head, and caught her breath, "I can't do that." Shivering.

I opened the window, blew out. "You can learn, I'm just." Jaded. Flick off the ash. "You want a drag?" Nails. Not much traffic out front, can't see under the awning. "You don't have to inhale." Puff. "I didn't mean all at once. We can shave your head so I can get your scalp later." I rubbed her tummy.

"I love you,"

"Pish tosh," I laugh, "Pillow talk. Sorry, sweety, but this is sex. Emotional attachments come with the territory, but we don't know each-other well enough to be in love." Smoke on her lips, "Yet."

"Did it hurt?" She felt over the wren on my left breast.

"Hm," long blink, "There's some pain," I held up the back of my hand, "This hurt the most, over bone. That part of the breast isn't as sensitive." I felt hers, and she closed her eyes, brushed my nipple/stud. "The glands around here, especially if you've ever been pregnant, or nursed."

"Did you?"

I nodded, "Husband, son, they left me. My son sends me emails, his father keeps unfriending me on his facebook." I have a lot of time behind the computer at work.

"Ah!" I rubbed her warming buttock, and hip. "What was that for?"

"Just a test, see how it feels." She bit her lip, and giggled. "It's a surprise, or best that way. No need to get out the schoolgirl uniform," She covered my mouth.

"So the butch is like the man?"

Huh! "Butch isn't an absolute, like 'I'm a butch'!" Muppet around my shoulders. "It's like taking out the curves that get in the way. For instance, I'm a bit of a butch bottom. I mean I'm butch, no denying, and I can play most roles, but if I had the choice, I'd probably lay back and take it whenever possible."

"But you're a dagger," she rubbed my tattoo.

"I was, I guess I outgrew it." Another shrug, "Never got it removed, but anyway the point being that you don't have to be a total butch, all the time. We're people, not some characters in a made-up story, and most of the switches don't go all the way up to eleven anyway."

"I don't get everything you say," she kissed me, "But I love the way you talk." She rubbed my chest, "Nerd."

"Haha!" That takes me back, "Yeah, and I'm pretty nerdy." My eyes don't need glasses, but I overthink everything. "You want to try fucking me?" Getting off once a night is lucky for me, lately, but I can go twice. It's pretty easy, I just usually take longer to break out the hardware. "And here's how you put on a condom..."

"Why?" I love that question.

"Because these are a bitch to clean." You still have to wipe off the lube of course, "That's the problem with hardware. Nh!" A little cold, "Stir it around to warm it up." I closed my eyes. I wanted to look at her, but I'd done enough to remember, and I could feel around with my hands. "Slohow!" I held her wrist. "Huh!" Still pretty tight. Tense up to get a little blood flowing around in there. 'Hhu.' Maybe should have gone with a smaller size.

"You have a collection?"

"I have a discount," Brush her lips, and fall into her neck. Okay, I can order them wholesale, and my boss doesn't mind. "nh!" Just don't pound away in there, but she feels more curious, patiently exploratory, like she was with her fingers. "Yah!" Just feel around. Her heart, ooh she's warm, and excited!

"huh!" And grunting! It's hard work, so I grabbed her wrist again, and helped out.

"Huh huh huh!" I forgot everything but sensation for a while there, pushed the dildo out, and caught my breath. "Much better!," pant, "What do you think?"

"About bondage?" She grins.

"About," I sat up, "All you tried, so far, have you found out anything about yourself?" That's my problem, she doesn't talk about herself, so I have to make do with reading her. Not a complete picture.

"I want to top." She shakes her head, "Butch, whatever. Huh! I want to make them feel good. Women, you."

"I'm available," shrug, "You need experience, I'll give you whatever I have left-over, but again, this is some pretty advanced stuff. Well, not fucking, anyone can do that, just don't overfuck to the point of doing damage. Huh!" Aftershock. "Huh, Topping isn't about dominating. It looks like that from the outside, but beyond knowing what to do, and how, it's controlling yourself, and following the sub's lead. No really, the bottom runs the scene, when it goes right. You got it, though. The butch's role is all about Her, not you."

She just nods.

"Huh! You mind sleeping on the couch? I'm sorry, I can't sleep with anyone, it gets distractingly uncomfortable at some point, and I really need some sleep right now."

She closed the door. Or a drink, sigh, breathe. I'm exhausted, but I haven't found the on/off switch for my mind yet, how to pull the plug.

She's a carte blanche. A blank slate, but not a flat canvass. She has curves to work around, but if she's going to make that butch, she's going to have to learn seduction. Shopping, start with shopping, I don't have room to save skinny clothes, and she doesn't have my hips anyway. Skirts, she needs skirts, so put chasing her around the changing rooms on the to-do list,

tomorrow.

In Store [Placebo - Nancy Boy(Placebo)]

'not pale enough for black,' I assume to herself. She had the weekend off, and I guess I didn't pay attention to sleep for, a period of time which would require math to calculate. "Do you tan, or burn?" She held out a bra/panty set on a hanger.

"Uh," It was day, the stores were open. "Both?" Hadn't gotten much sun lately.

"Well, you have enough red in your complection for green," she held it up to my arm, and dropped in in a basket. "You have money for this?"

"Some,"

"Just one outfit," she moved around to the clothes. The discount rack. "You're not a talker, which means playing the silent type. Strength really helps, and you need Presence, otherwise you'll go unnoticed." She's charming, and funny, and can talk about anything, in great detail. That would probably make it easier. "What kind of girl would you look for?"

"I don't know," thought about it enough, "A girl. Femmy?" Nod, "Huh, pretty. I don't fucking know, I'll know her when I see her." Worked last time.

"Don't care about age?" Shake my head.

"Older."

"Some girls start out liking older women, then grow to women that like younger girls." She would know, "Huh, you'll figure it out, I'm not saying that's a norm, but it's not rare." She holds up, and picks articles of clothing.

"Skirts," I notice, "I like that red top. No that one." Spaghetti straps. The darker one, though. The changing room is smaller than the bathroom at the sex-store. 1 person, barely enough to get changed, she hands me the underwear. Clean, we bathed, but. Yeah, these are probably keepers. Mirror down to the little bench, but too close honestly.

"Try these first," a skirt, and the red top. Just a brown skirt, loose, especially out at the hem. Quite a bit higher than I usually wear, this late into the fall, but god the underwear looks good. She peeks around the curtain, then lets it fall back real quick.

Wow, especially when I blush, and my ears twitch rapidly with my pulse. "Huh!" Try them on, "Yeah, they fit," then right back off. I bet I could frig myself in here, though it'd stink up the store eventually. "Huh!" Maybe a little pat, and rub, through the underwear.

"How about these?" Try them on.

"Okay, yeah they fit." Check the labels, cheapest set. "I need to get them home." Pretend to check my watch, and run them to the counter. Pull off the tags right in front of the cashiers. He sighs, rolls his eyes, I wonder if she knows anyone straight? Line up the bra, and spaghetti straps.

"Yeah, the clothes are probably going straight for the floor as soon as we get alone." Safely, I guess, I can't strip down, and drive at the same time. "You'll need one, if you ever want to fly solo, but some more practice first won't hurt anything." I sniff, don't really smell much. "You mind if I smoke?"

Pretty warm day, "Roll down the window." Windy. Oh yeah, there's a whole world out there, too. This is intense, but I guess that's why they're called crash courses. Nothing better to do on the weekends."

She nods, "What're you taking?"

"Prerequisites," also a college student, during the week. "I took some time off, after high school. Partying, closeted."

"Yaddagyadiga." Or something like that. "Community college? That usually bars you from 4 year colleges, without knocking out the prereqs." I nodded, "Try the women's Hystery class, with a Y. Or another, H. Y. S..."

"Uhuh?" Already know, taught by a lesbian. "You know Doctor Morgan?"

"Met her, couple of times, at parties." she remembered. "Well, a party, and a munch. Never done me."

"Me too," not the kind of womon with a lot of time. "Maybe next semester." She also handpicks her students. Femmy, though.

"Way outta your league."

"I know," shrug, "But I can dream." More like a kilt, not black, but dark grey, makes the top, and the underwear look more, I think saturated is the word? I know nothing about fashion, I can tell when something looks good, but I never made it. I drove home, it's not a dorm room, I have it to myself, but there's little enough room for the bed. "I literally have no closet," it's all in bags, and baskets, if I had a dresser, it wouldn't open. "We share the bathroom, there's a shower." Used to be someone's house, near campus, "Same with the kitchen." Not really set up for students. "Not like a soority, or anything."

"Wow," I kicked the dirty bag up on the basket so she could come in, and close the door.

"We need to be quiet," I didn't whisper, there was music playing in another room, but she was grinning. [Bauhaus - The Passion of Lovers (Mask)]

"Here," she bit both lips together, and took my arms by both wrists. I nodded but she put them on her shoulders, and fell back against the door. Completely relaxed, but I think she hit her head? Her grip was tight on my wrists, so I'm not sure who was, supposed to do what to whom, but she shook my hands on her shoulders. Eyes closed, so I felt down her arms, and kissed her.

"Hm!" She grunted against my mouth, and her arms fell, from my elbows, jerking limply in my grip.

Okay, I can do this. No, I can Do this! 'Hhuh!' Bat at the tiny stud, embedded in her tongue. Mouth wide open, trying to breathe, so I let go, feel over her heart, and down her front. Belt buckle. Shake it until the little hook pops out, and get my hand down her pants. "Huh!" Her heart is pounding fast, too fast to fake, so I put my hand up, over her mouth, and push my hand down the waistband of her boxer shorts.

"Hm!" Her eyes tighten. "Hhn," then relax. I almost tried to hold her up. Her, this is about her. She needs strength, power, to be taken. Yeah, I can do this. The curls snap back, out from under my fingertips, and I go deep. Between her legs, dab in, she's not wet, but bloated, and hot. Wiggle around my ring, and pointer to trap, and pinch her little triangular folds. They slip out.

"Uh!"

A little pat. All over her neck, not even thinking about what I'm doing with my mouth, and nose, and breath, just the smell of her, and the warmth of her flesh. The salt in her sweat. Now I get it, better get started. She doesn't get hard, just more bloated, firm, not quite as soft but.

"Uhn!" she holds her breath, and humps my fingertips. Both hands tight on my arm, she just holds it still, so I move my hand, and kiss her. The door rattles, and even though it's not a headboard, someone's going to recognize that rhythm eventually. Twist my hand, grip the waist of her jeans, and turn her, back toward the bed.

No footboard, barely a frame, with the castors taken off, and the metal legs planted in the holes they drilled in the hardwood. Button... Pull her up, get them down, "Fucking boxers!" Boots, too. She giggles, and slips them down. My ears twitching, so hot, fuck my clothes, just grab her knees, take a deep breath, and dive in, face first.

I overthink things. Or I used to, I need to stop. She's turned on, so turned on it doesn't really matter what I do, or how well, so I go for the sampler. She needs more lube, and my mouth is right there, but spread it around, and okay, I get it. There are subtle differences in flavor between say the very opening of her love tunnel, and pubes.

"Oh!" Hands, head, yes! Plenty of clit, but I've got more tongue, so spread it around, dig down under it, find, and taste the pisshole. Every inch, fuck it, dive down, and pull out the bottom of her cheeks with my thumbs, and her heels slide up my back. It doesn't smell bad. Okay, it stinks, but it's pretty nice for a stink. Is my tongue long enough? 'nhm!' Yup! Don't really taste anything, sweat salt, even rolling it around in my spit to rinse it off. I have a lot of spit, and she's got a whole lot of body.

Thighs. Okay, cottage cheese fat might look like shit, but you know? It feels pretty interesting. And she's ticklish inside the thighs. Too. She's a woman. A WO/main. I may not know them as well as her, but I can learn. Ooh, kneepit. Byegones. She giggles. "Yeah," I can do this. I'm finally doing this!

n|m

"Huh!" Her tummy jiggles, which sets her chest off, and god, she's red. I have to stand up, but not at the foot of the bed, so I switch hands, and come around the side. Her neck is so hot, but I can feel her adams apple with my lips if I press hard enough, and it's really salty in the dimple next to it. She's humping my fingers, well three of them, but I have another hand, so I kiss her shoulder, pull her arm up, and lap the fragrant hair under there.

"Huh!" Gawwwwd! "Snh! nlack!" Sweet jesus in the mornin' why did I almost get off on that?

"No, don't stop!" I didn't, but I hesitated, waiting for it. Ooh, an nipple! The pierced one, I'd ask about it later, but right now I'm busy playing with it. Just a fingertip, kind of sucktion cupped in her. Just the outside, but she kissed at it. Or her pussy did, I don't think she was doing it on purpose. Well she probably could, add that to the list. Pinch her lips around it, more wet skin, sucking, I could hear it. Her nipple popped back, but she scratched my back, right over my ribs, and goose bumps popped out on my shoulder. Just on that side. Still had my bra, and top on.

Yeah, this is what I want. I had to put my hand over her mouth again, when I had 3 fingers in her.

Stu {FF...}

"Yeah," I shuddered, and rocked my head in my hands, "You're learning." Laugh. "Huh!" Tears, I cried. I came so hard I wept. "Snh!" Not the first time, hopefully not the last, but still.

"You can smoke in here." Oh thank god!

"I might need to use that shower," I stretched out, so she stood up. "Mmmmmh!" Stretch the other way, popped my neck. Pull my shirt down, I'd fix my bra, and pull up my pants, when I could. "Huh!" Fully clothed, just looking down at me, watching, smiling.

She pulled up my shorts, and pants, so I rolled away, and lifted my hip. She got on with me, I had to scooch to the wall, but she didn't fall off. I shivered a little, she kissed my neck. It felt like love, usually does when it's so intense. Wait and see, but I felt as if I had finally met her. The real her that was hiding inside, finally dug her out of the back of her closet. "Humh," It wasn't seeing where she lived, though it reeks of her in here, and I can finally breathe through my nose.

"Why does that feel like a test?"

"You passed," I hugged her arms around me. "Doesn't have to be the final, I just. Love this part, when we get past the insecurity, and you break through to some confidence."

"I do feel more confident!" I can hear her almost laughing behind me. "And sexy, you made me feel sexy. But god, I see why you didn't, you couldn't tell me."

"Yeah," sometimes getting someone off satisfies, more so than even an orgasm. I'd felt it with her, but now I'd shown her.

"I overthought. Huh, I thought there was some trick, or secret handshake."

"Passion," I nodded, "I can feel it too. You just, evoked passion, or whatever. That's better than any look, or line, or bedroom trick. That's my kink, that's what I need, or this is. Without passion, it's practically masturbation." Her fingers found my lips, and I sighed against them. Greatnow I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head, when i look at her, think about her. Our first time, damned goth neighbors!

"Mhm?"

And she found my weakness. I don't know when I started just talking until she silenced me. "Mwen you put your hand over my mouth," I told her fingers, "That's when I was yours." To do whatever she wants with.

"Hm!" into her palm, it took her a little fumbling to unhook my bra through the shirt.

Wray {Ff...}

"Hn," History. His, mostly, got to better this grade. Block out even the breeze whispering through the tree overhead, and focus. It's a catch 22, I have to learn this to start Hystery 101, if I can get that class,

"Hey," next year.

"You have another cigarette?" she shakes her head.

"You're gay, right?" She looks around nervously.

Take a drag, hand in back, "Hn." Nod.

Cute. Young, too young? "Well how do you,"

"They don't have a class," I pull the pencil out from behind my ear, drop in in the spine, and pat the low brick wall next to me. Tuck it away, cross my legs. "And you're..."

"Melissa," she held out her hand.

I held it, looked at her.

She looked away, "Yeah, I might be gay." Already had the phone out. With my arm up, the hairs underneath dried, and even caught a little gust from behind me. Just a vest and a bra, over my skirt, and boots... Take another drag, was that a sigh?

"Yeah?" [Genitorturers - Flesh is the Law] she turns it down.

"I just met someone."

"What kind of someone. Special?"

"Mhm."

"Older, younger?" Mhm, "Curious?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Well I'm not gonna get all jealous if you go get some strange, but take it slow. You got all night?"

"Yeah, probably." Can catch up in the morning, some.

"Yeah." she probably nodded, "You've got all night. At least."

</>

"Girlfriend?" Mel' asked.

"Not really," I thought, "Tutor, probably. Mentor. You need a tutor?"

She nodded,

"Well, I'm available." Friendly, romantic, then work up some passion. "I'm Wray." With a capital W. Another hand not shake, fuck it, kiss her nuckles.

"Isn't that a guy's name?"

"Wasn't for Faye." I'm a Butch/Skirt. I think, we'll see... "Come on," half hug her shoulders, "You hungry at all?"

Melissa {FF Auto NS}

"So what's your story?" She hung her bag on her shoulder, then held onto mine.

"Huh, I don't know, I never talked to anyone about this? Puberty, I guess. I never felt different from the other girls until I started growing up, and then, I had a lot less time for my friends. Huh, the whole time they were mooning over boys, it turned me on. Every day I was getting bigger, more developed, more hairs, or they're getting longer, and I learned to play with myself, pretty quick."

"Auto-erotic?"

"Very. Now my grades suck, and I can't think about anything else, and"

"High-school?"

Shake my head. "Nineteen?" Wince? Good, okay. "GED." Shrug my head. I could probably start college...

"Then what do you need me for?" I don't think she ment to say that. She stopped by the campus store for a pack. Gave me one.

"Well, I don't know anything else about it."

"Being gay?" Right out in front of everyone, but she didn't exactly hide it. "Well, one of us has to do the talking, and you know more about you than I do." She blew out her nose, "I'm not going to tell you how to be gay, I can help you figure that out, but it takes some time, and the more you can tell me." She's not used to doing the talking. Got that the first couple times she looked at me. "In my limited experience, it helps to look around your closet, air it out," she wiped her hands on her skirt, "figure out how much is about you, or them." She flicks the ember off her cigarette, "Can't smoke in the house." Waits for me to take a few puffs, and holds the door for me.

I don't know how you tell, but I could tell. Why do you think I went to the campus? "I came out in college. My family's still in denial, but they haven't seen many recent pictures of me. I'm not taking any girls back to meet them any time soon, my brother's the coolest one about it." Okay, give Daria Jane Lane's haircut, that's actually pretty close. Outfit, and everything, combat boots, green top...

"Mhm?" Small room, in the corner going by the windows, right next to the bathroom. Ash tray. She lit her short, opened both windows.

[Cowboy Junkies - Sweet Jane (Trinity Sessions)] Scrolled across her laptop screen. She had a desk, in the closet, sat in the chair. "Can we," in here?

"Huh!' she rolls her eyes, "Whatever. Talk, dance, fuck, tie each-other up, you wanna catch your breath first?" Pleated skirt spread across her lap.

I swayed a bit. Okay, good sound, didn't really feel like getting on the bed...

[Sneaker Pimps - Flowers and Silence (Splinter)]

"What kind of music is this?"

"Good music," she bites her lip, and sits back. "You can dance." Her eyes look dark, shaded under her hair, hanging over them like an up-side-down shelf. Sometimes reflections flashed across, too fast, and tiny to make out, but I know how I look.

"I don't need the mirror any more." She looked up, and nodded, "I just, about ran out of everything I could do myself." She turned it down a little, so we could talk, and listen to it. Neither of the songs sounded anything like the names. She snorted, hot in here, pulled off her top. Sleeveless teeshirt, really.

[IAMX - Ghosts of Utopia (Video)] "Yeahah!" she chuckled, "You can dance!" Didn't touch herself, just sat back, and watched.

I nod, "Do it a lot, in the mirror." Breasts. I don't like tits, and boobs just sounds silly. "You're the second woman I was attracted to." God, her smell. The whole hairy lesbian thing? Now you know why. I know from gym that guys sweat more, and are stinkier than girls, but I guess it builds up...

Wray {FF Nude...}

Tights. Hips, and a little gap at top I hope is just the fabric pulling them apart. Not anorexic, but I will say most of her curves appear to be bone. Narrow waist, I like that, belly button just below the surface, under her twirling up top. Nope, no bra. No need, not flat nor barrel of ribcage, but she can't even press them together with her arms, letting the long pastel shirt thing slip off to the floor between us. She doesn't need fashion advice, from me.

[And One - I.S.T. (The whole 1st disk/folder.)] Yeah, slow it down. I know what she said, but I'm not about to leave her out there, needing, and beating on the cold steel security door... This is how I'll take it slow, she's barely made any moves on her own, so just see what happens. She does something, or gets all her clothes off. I took all the self-image fat off, needed to. I'm not getting younger, might as well get a metabolism before it crashes.

"What're you taking?"

"Sports/Fitness." and a bunch of other stuff. Peach panties. Just like the tights, and I mean the exact same shade of peach. It looked fantastic on her, never would have matched up those two colors on my own, but she's a Peach. Tanned, pale, flushed, doesn't seem to matter. Especially without all the neon splash, and spatter of the logo on her grossly oversized teeshirt. I didn't recognize, or bother to recall. "You any kind of athlete?"

She shakes her head, "I'm active, but not into sports, or anything." Side-side, to the beat [...Driving with my Darling...] hair swinging. . . "A lot of cardio." she shrugs, beautifully. Fit, I'll give her that.

My hands are up to the sides of her pantyline. Stopping her hips, just plain panties, elastic waistband, ribbons around her legs. Little puff up front, but it gives against my lips through the cotton. I can wait later. Don't be selfish, but do something. For the love of god someone has to do something.

She helps, slipping her hips side to side, scissoring her knees together as the lightly padded white crotch slips down between her thighs, I catch it. They smell clean, very clean, with some sort of scented product. Kiss her beard, and hold her thighs with my elbows propped up on the arms. Push her back, stand up, and close the windows.

Take it slow, make it last, build it up to something. First time, something to remember, She doesn't even need a haircut. Laying back, she helps me out of my skirt. "Good," I nod down to her. Feedback. Tap her pubes for a little reward. Then back the other way, pet, tickle...

"Nh!" Hot flush on her chest. Squirrel heartbeat, yes, she's excited. Pressing her knees together, her gap is filled by her folds, bulging out a little, puffing. Not like fat, but hairless underneath, with her legs up, and turned to the side like this.

"Snh!" She's not my type, all right? Which is great, because I don't feel like knocking her out, and dragging her off by the hair, which is kind of neat, for a change. "Hn." What does she want? Probably not having to do it for a change. It turns out she's just about the right length, sideways, on a queen, so I put a hand down, to grab a pillow for her. "Here." Get yourself comfortable. A new girl, let's see what she's got.

Right, nineteen. Inner labia, not a lot, but enough to suck in, and pinch between my lips, pushing her's back with them. Can't quite run the tip of my tongue back, and forth across them, so let them snap back, and swing her top leg over. Probably the nicest room, I could find, and afford this close to school. There go my grades, I shrug a little under the backs of her thighs. Right, auto-erotic, a turn-on just watching her feel herself up. Hands all over her little tits, twisting, and whrything, back arched off the comforter, I'd probably have to wash. I really just want to watch her some more, so I take her wrist, and lead it down between her legs, sit back. Glance at the screen-saver, shake my head, dump out the ash-tray.

"Huh!" I can't see it, in her body, she's just too young, and skinny. She needs to eat more, not to project my tastes on her, but god she's into it. Remember, her mirror? She's watching me watch her. How much more fat can she look at, and get excited about? I still have some, it's not a turn-off, she likes to look at tits, at least. Roll the glands between my fingers, and thumb, and let them stand out. Leave the window open. "Huh!" She's downright pornographic, though, and that's all the effect I need. Help her, I don't have to do everything, so I switch around to the bed, cup her bare breast, and move her other hand.

She looks up at me.

Like this?

She closes her eyes, but I have all the answer I need. Slip my now dampened finger up, then back down, I start a figure-eight, squeeze out her nipple, and bend down to it. "Huh!" She lets go to feel the top of her hair, I look up, and twist my neck a little to brush her modest mound with the swinging drape of my bangs. But her nipple slips out of my lips. On the way back down, I pull a:

?

Just dip in the fingertip, and hold it still when she starts humping it. Wiggle around a little, she's enough inner folds to seal, when they're wet enough. "Nh!" Let her drive with her hips, desperately, let her nipple slip out of my mouth again.

"Hah!" Push to the widest knuckle, and just hold it, loose for her to fuck. She was shaking now, almost vibrating, so I brushed her clit-hood up with my thumbtip. Held onto her teat, cupped over it really, moving up to the other one, but her arms were limp beside her now. And she was hot, I tried to feel her heartbeat through my tongue. No, so I put my arm up, hand flat down the middle, and wiggled 2 fingertips around the sides. I don't know if she can go 1-to-3. 1, 2, 3..? Might be a little safer, but I can tease around a little bit, and I really like spreading her little fins, with my fingertips, pressing apart her lips with them. Wetter, and wetter every time my finger comes out, I can't quite flatten them around it, by feel, but now she's bucking again anyway. So, I open my mouth as wide as I can, press the edges of my incisors around her areola, and just hold still until she stops.

I don't bite her, just roll in over the spongey tissue, and switch to sucking the bloated tip as soon as my lips come together enough. "dP!" She grunts, and I sit up. Not even touching her. She pants, and opens her eyes, so I stop smelling my fingers, and hold them over her mouth. Paint her lips, nostrils, slip the tips into one, then the other, and wiggle them around a little. Auto-erotic, eh? Slip them between her lips, up, and down her tongue. I get up, back in the chair, and swivel back between her legs. Her hands go right for my head, she's got to be about ready to explode. Then we can get me out of these panties, and feel what she can do.

But I can watch her. Dance for a full album. I guess she's some sort of exhibitionist. I'm not a voyeur, porn barely does it for me, not as much as even a sappy romantic comedy, but with her, here, right in front of me. How long can I just watch her fuck herself?

Mel {FF...}

"Uh!" I push her hands, and face away, "Oak'huh, stop." That's enough.

"Five is enough?" She slipped her pinky out of my ass.

"Fingers, or orgasms?" I shook my head.

She slipped out of her panties. Held out all but her ring finger, folded back. 4, counting the thumb, so 3 and a half? Her knuckle rubbed hard in the middle, in circles between her fingers. Something spasmed in me, again. I laughed, she picked up a towel, with a hood, and sleeves, and a belt.

"You need aftercare?" The window was still open, so I grabbed her smokes, and shook my head. Tried to roll everything that just happened together. "5 times?" hold it, take another drag, blowing out my nose until the cherry is bright, and hot. Cough, and breathe. Wow, even coughing feels awesome like this! I don't remember, I just can't, even.

She moved me around, going back, and forth between the bed, and chair. And... I swear if she didn't touch or lick all over me, she got most of it. Mostly at the same time, so by the time I knew what she did, she did something else over there, then over there. 5 might be a conservative estimate, there may have been some multiples in there, but it was like watching Penn&Teller juggle.

Flashes of it, her mouth on my ass. All over it, teeth, tongue, lips, licking almost inside me. Just one finger rubbing against me, wrapped around her thumbtip, bent over like that. Even after she'd fucked me with 2 fingers, she fell back to just a tip, sucked up inside me, feeling, and sucking, and twitching...

"Huh!" How did we do so much? I'm glad someone kept count, but it all went by so fast. Too fast, really, I don't even remember when she put her finger in my ass. "Okay," sit up breathe. Her licking my armpits first. I mean really going deep, almost like pussies? I don't recognize any of her music, nor even her media player, it's all folders, and albums, and a bunch of playlists thrown in with mood names. [Afterparty] Didn't pay attention to any of it.

[Schattenherz - Kaltes Herz...]

I don't know, I wasn't there. Might have blacked out, but I was gone, as a, whatever an I is. Everything else, I was just feeling, I didn't have to think, or do anything. Yeah, I got myself off so many times, over so many, hours I bet. But before, I had to. Does it get any better than this, can it possibly?

Okay, she watched me for a long time in there. She smelled my panties, I giggle just remembering that. Not even pervy about it, just paused slipping them down, I heard her sniff, and then I was on the bed.

Throw myself on it, stretch out, now the shower's running? Did she just, Jill off in there, then take a shower? Wow, after bringing me to multiple orgasms until I told her to stop. I had to, I'm completely satisfied. Not the first time, but with little to no effort on my part? I barely played along, I was like a puppet, twitching around on her hands, and mouth.

I had to make it up to her, she's done, for a while. Earned a break at least, I bet I can get her off. Not like that, 5 times, pull her soul right out of her, or no. I don't feel tired, at all. Took a while before I could move again, there's not enough room to pace in here. Okay, at the foot of her bed is a little fridge, and I have to roll back a bag of clothes, but she's got a 2 liter, and.

Shut it, get it open, take a mouthful, roll it around, swallow, swirl around some more. I'll remember to ask about that, probably, eventually. Huh! Oh thank god it's a short shower, and she doesn't spend too much time drying off. "Waldo," then, "Mh? Hm." Into my mouth. Kissing, more kissing. No fighting, just playful tongues.

"Like the Heinlein story?"

She opens her eyes, "Yeah," thinks, "Probably. Just do what I do," Yeah, that's the one. "You're left handed?" I nodded, she shrugged. She lay me back, silently, put her leg up, on the bed, and my hand out, next to it. And touched me.

"Did you just?" She frowned, and nodded. "hHN!" Her finger was dry, but I wasn't, and I slipped in her pretty easily too. Just the tips, uh, "Sh!" she looked down, so I shut my lips, and she looked back up to my eyes. Then all over my face, her's was red, and she had green eye shadow on. I didn't see it before, no mascara, just green eyeshadow. When did she put that on, didn't she just?

"Hn!" I couldn't keep them open, but felt her fingertip, on the back of a bone, I think. Curled mine even more, and felt the inside of her pelvis? She felt around, looking for something, and,

"Ho!" I think I found it first. "Nh!" She held her breath, and her finger still, but I kept feeling around it. It didn't have a shape, it was almost pebbly, and spongey, and her hips moved. She rubbed me inside, so I rubbed it, kind of like that, not with the nail, but the soft side opposite, and oh look, a clitorus! Tiny little thing, I didn't know too much about them, thinner than mine, but a little longer. Perfectly smooth on the tip of my tongue. She snorted, not even going to try, but her hips locked, so I could really get busy with my tongue and fingertip. It started squishing around in there, and twitching on the outside. I don't think she was breathing until she grunted, and gasped. There was a vein popping out on her face and her tummy flopped. Her firm tummy with tiny hairs that're dark enough to see, not as tan as her face, or arms, or neck. God it looks tight, and she's grunting, and gasping, and a little spit sprays out. Looked kind of like a seizure.

She sat down as soon as I slipped my finger out. "Was that the,"

"Gragh!" she panted, "Phen, hih," nodded, grunting, "Bergh! Uh!" Head in her hands, she panted, slower, and slower, until she could take a deep breath, and lit a cigarette, She coughed too, and I picked up her chest. She watched my eyes, but I looked back down. Rubbed in my thumbs, around the hard spots, like she had.

Green eyeshadow, kind of glittery metallic, like beetle's wings. Even harder, massaging them. She took a drag, "Hnnnnnnnnn." Blew it out her nose, watched me take a drag, held it for me. They're great, big, and round, and heavy, and smooth. No hairs, thank god, but she just watched me.

I like her eyes on me, almost as much as her in my hands. Her tummy is firmer than it looks. It can still jiggle, but it bulges out, a little. It's like perfect, or feels perfect, nice deep belly button I lick my pinky to feel around in. Now that is a different scent. She didn't wash it, in how long? "Wow," I rubbed it over her lip, first. "Sn!" she smiled. I had to pick my hips up off the bed to bend over enough to taste it.

"I never found mine," I realized it.

"Most girls can't without a special wand." I know, I saw it.

"Why do you keep them in the fridge?"

She laughed, "I don't know." at herself? I looked at her and waited. "Huh, I tried it by accident. I'd just had a particularly intense scene with myself, my brain still wasn't working right, and I left one in the fridge. When I came back, and found it in there, well I tried it." Her eyes dropped, and she half grinned, an expression unlike any I'd seen before, or since. "It feels even more artificial, you know? Inhuman, It's weird but I like it."

"You're not," I'm sorry, "Fat?" I don't know how to say it.

"Huho," she grins, and shakes her head, "That's close, you know it, I can tell." I nod, "Huh, I have some. You don't."

Not really.

"Huh! The trick seems to be stopping when you have enough. If you want to put on some weight, not saying to, but I'm not a doctor."

"Huh!" I don't eat much. "I know."

"Fortunately, it packs on slowly, so it's easy to control with diet."

I felt her, all around, the middle mostly. "This is where you stopped?" Good call. "Wow, I'll take your word for it, you seem to know what you're talking about." Yeah, it was just about perfect, on her. "What do you like?"

She rubbed up, and down my tummy too. "Anything between pushing it out of the way, and banging against bone, actually." I ran my hand up the side of her waist to her hip. Great legs.

"And I'm, mihihin!" She tickled me.

"Toward the bone end of the spectrum. This is the best part," she kissed me. I tried to ask her with my eyes, but she just looked down, and rubbed around behind me. Sitting up, just the bottom of my back. "Affection," was the last thing she said for a while.

Wray {F...F Tele NS}

She finally went to take a shower. I was getting pretty stinky again, and it's not just our water-heater. Gave it a while to warm back up, but still.

"How's it going?"

"Not half bad," Okay, I want to brag. "Lost count," and may have intentionally misinterpreted having all night. "My grades are already wrecked." I was way ahead, though!

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah," sigh, "I don't know if I'm attracted to her. She's boney, there's some nice firm tight flesh between, but, huh. I think I've got her talked into thinking about eating something."

"That it?" she helps me think, or talk it out, sometimes.

"No," deep breath "Huh, everything works, but her personality. Do you know anything about narcissism?"

"The neighborhood I live in?" Right, basically surrounded by drama queens. "I don't know if that's it, but." Okay, shuffle the thoughts together, she waits, "She's unbelievably auto-erotic. Huh, says she sexualized, herself in the mirror, when she hit puberty. She's like nineteen, she says," not even going to attempt that calculus, "But in some ways It's like she didn't finish."

"Adolescence?"

"She looks a lot younger."

"You suspect anorexia?"

"I'm pretty suspicious."

"While that can limit growth, and development, if you bring her by the shop I can card her."

"Yeah!" good idea. "Um, she doesn't need porn." At all, and she saw my modest collection. Might need to thaw one or two out, later. When she can help pick. "Thanks!/" The water stopped, and it's the middle of the night, so fuck it. Dress for a walk, it's not that cool, and the thought of sleeping is a little funny. Too bad I had to sell the car for books, and stuff. "You use toys?"

She shakes her head, "You do bondage?" That took a while to come back around, she notices I'm dressed. More modestly, but for lack of underwear.

"How tall are you?" she picks up her shirt up from the seat of the chair, over her panties, and folded tights. "5'5?" she thinks. Okay, I have a pair of 2 1/4 heels, about. Pull out the broad flat bin under the foot of the bed. Brown, suede, miniwedges? That's one, scan around for the other. As close as I can get to my hair color, for accessories, and sometimes the skirt, or jacket, don't overdo it.

"We going out?" She pulls the tights up, and around, runs her fingertips back, and forth around the waistlines.

"I'm not going to warm up my collection, it'd be just as quicker to take you up, and help you pick out something nice." She says she's active, it's quite a hike. "Get to know each-other better." Watch the sun-rise.

"You said tie each-other up," yeah!

I laughed, "That wasn't a promise, but it's." All right, she knows the right word: "Advanced. Potentially dangerous, and/or abusive. I wouldn't abuse you intentionally, but there's some rather fine lines, and that kind of thing is all about getting as close as you can without going over."

Share a cigarette, probably need another pack on the way down, when the discount store's open, so late. Yawn soundlessly. "Huh, friday technically." No more classes, not counting that last lab I skipped. Runnnown. CRCH! Hope you're worth it, sweetheart. Pat what little bottom she has. Sigh. "Exhibitionism?" That's probably the next chapter. Easy enough to read the big fat ? on her face, "Huh, it's like the mirror, only someone watching,"

"Yeah, that was hot."

Nod, "Or semi-public places." Okay, I was also looking around for potential threats. Yes, armed.

"Where Are we going?"

"Downtown," hopefully won't have to call a cab, "I need a second opinion on some things..." And, you ask...

"Like?"

"You seen a therapist? Me neither, I actually suck at this kind of thing, king,. Which begs the question why nobody noticed your introspecion, body image, and eating disorder," hold up my hand, "Denial." Not acceptible. "Now, Stu's not a doctor, she just knows girls. Like us, in excruciating detail, and I'm willing to admit when I'm in over your head. Also, they sell toys, books, supplies, smut, there's some bars," she's too young to go in.

"Huh!" 5 years, nominally. Seems like a long time, counting last year, and I haven't had a body anything like that since I was probably about 11-12, only a lot shorter. Pubes, she actually has quite a few, they're pretty long, and curl into a nice dense patch to remind me she's probably done, but she could stand to gain a few pounds. "You hungry yet?"

"No," she pulled out from under my arm, "But I need to eat something." Good, she decided. Don't think I even twisted her arm too much.

"KFC?" Whatever, better than nothing. I can hike the calories off, whatever protein's left might work it's way in, when I sleep. Not tonight. Beat on the window.

"What?" hold up a twenty.

"Ring me up a box, or bucket, or something. Mashed Potatoes, Gravy, mac, and cheese?" She shrugged, and nodded. "The big ones." Shut the door. Look around, for potential threats. [Lesbian Couple Run-Down in Drivethru!]

"Your change?"

"And a large mountain dew, no ice. You want a drink?"

Pepsi, "Fuck," look around, "Doctor Pepper."

"You want ice?"

"Sure."

Shut the window again. "Hn." Light up. "Exhibitionists also like, semi-public places." Or so I've read.

"Huh," she nodded, "I've done that." The cashier fiddled with his radio,

"Back up on the median." he waved so we stepped back. Chicken<Bucket. What's the challenge here?

"Can you walk and eat?"

"Probably." Good, I need time to think. Grab that dime out of not quite floating in oil-slick. Wipe it off on my skirt.

"Uh," drumbsticks, she figured out the spork, some juggling of drinks... Probably should've split the mountain dew.

Mel' {FF...}

She dropped the trash in the bag, and let it hang by the handles. Took mine in the other, left to right, Schmalz fingers, slip them together playfully. "Just keep walking,"

? I looked up.

"I think those guys you're totally not going to look back at, or do anything sketchy to warn them may be following us," she chucks her head at a shop window, through the bars, lets my hand go, and gently guides me around the corner.

WHKT! I look back to see a spring, or maybe two, do they make tapered coil springs? WHKT! Jump back from it whipping up behind her shoulder, and back around to the hit other one in the arm. I'm just standing behind her. "We done?" They ran. She bent over, and had to stab the sidewalk twice for it to slide all the way back in the handle. "Huh!" She takes a deep breath, and drops it back in the outside pocket of her bag.

"You just assaulted them?"

"They followed us, a couple blocks, I even skipped over," she drew a square 5 shape I vaguely remember wandering, and talking through. "After that, it's their word against ours, but it's just a couple Assault charges." She nodded, "We're not the victims, that's the important part. They're probably not going to report it."

I look around, it's dark, but the lights aren't spaced as far apart, "What were you saying?" up the street, across it, "About semi-public places?" Not a whole lot of people out. Car, crossing, way down there...

Okay, and that was awesome. There were two of them, one of them was pretty big, and if both of us, "Was that a Cobra?" She looked over. "Like Case, from Neuromancer?" Shrugs, "Huh, spring billy, retractable, black, foam grip?" I'm pretty sure, got a good look when she straightened back up with it.

"Not sure what it's called, but yeah." Probably.

This looks fine, dark, around a couple cornets, is that a siren? Way out there, and not getting closer. She looks me right in the eyes, in those heels, so we're the exact same height, doesn't even kiss me, just feels up my arms to the shoulders. "Hnh!" Just her thumbs in the elbows. What the fuck, really, she has to hold me up a little, so she backs me wobbly legged into one of the corners.

She held her fingers to my lips, grinned, and I didn't get it until I smelled them. Right? Let them slip inside, and lick them real good, just feeling down to my wrist, and pulling it up to kiss, and lap, and suck at mine.

"Hm!" her eyes. And fingers, just feeling the front, and bottom of the crotch of my tights, and panties, then pulling tight, and feeling again. Okay, just lock my knees, it's like a wedgie?

I've seen it done, only the gentlest, most intimate wedgie possible, and I barely wonder how she managed to grip them, and feel what they're doing with her fingertips.

We need a video camera, I have one, on my phone we could have just set up any time, and "Uhuhuhuh!" Pudding, she had to let go, and catch me. The bottom of my shirt/dress gets caught between her knee, and my thighs, but she puts a leg up, and I swear my hips just started humping it all by themselves. "Huh huh huh!"

She finds my wrists again, and the cold metal door is cold, but I'm squirming around, and humping closer as hard as I can when I find her hipbone. I think, she's got a belt, and a tee-shirt in the way too, and my toes are off the ground, but if I hold still, and turn my hips like this, I can. "oh."

'heheh!' Chuckling breath? Whatever, I can feel the threads of the different fabrics, not really concerned about how many, much less which types, but that definitely a seam, right down the middle, just outside my panties, and I can just get a good rhythm,

"Yeah, YN!" I can just hang onto the back of her vest. Feels silky, satin? I don't have nails. Taffeta, really. "Uh?" She holds my mouth, and I didn't want to scream, but then I did like YT grinding Raven. Snow Crash, nice!

"Uh uh HUh!" Nhhhhhhhhn! Yup, that's a double! Okay, too bad I don't have a number for what I know has to be a personal record by quite a fraction. Just breathe, try to breathe, try harder, now even it out, there's the ground, balance and support we can work on, slower, deeper...

"WHEWH!" That's about all I could come up with, she exhaled through her nose, and handed me the smoke.

"Yeah," she shook her head, "I'm pretty sure you're insatiable."

"Do you read, any?" Hands together again.

"I can," she points, "right up here," There was a hill, a lot of hill, about a block back from the top. I could hear traffic starting to pick up, going to have to pee, probably going to start getting light. "We'll take the bus back."

Okay, at least she's out of breath, and I'm not saying anything. It's a warm night, and I think about. Okay, probably one of the sickest things, I can't even think of a second place, and it's driving me nuts. I tried the produce drawer, even those thing warmed up, and anything else I could stick in there in one of my more experimental moods, but they're things.

She keeps her lube behind the radiator, even in summer, but I can't even imagine something cold, and hard, and dead inside me. And that's her fantasy, chilled plastic robot cock, and at least warm lube. I'm going to have to shrug, and put that one way down the list of things to try, eventually.

Everything else has felt so incredible though. Not more than I imagined, but in all these ways I never thought to imagine. Okay, that thigh ride, that was better than I could have imagined. And she just, didn't even get turned on sometimes. I'm not sure, didn't always take them off, that last time I had to pull my underpants out, and put them back in place. Didn't soak through, kind of expected to, will most likely smell the crotch next time I get off, and I definitely have to pee now. "How far is it?" I manage.

"Her shift's over, I'm just going to peek in a minute, if you want to look around. [In&Out Video] Just on the door, even the dark red awning didn't say anything.

"Jeeze, Lynne!" the guy looks me over, "How old is she?"

And I turn, right back out the door. She doesn't slam it, just snaps her fingers at me. "Seventeen?" lucky guess? I nod, she snaps her fingers, several more times, while I get out my license. "This a fake?" she pulls out reading glasses, I guess, and squints.

"I'm sorry I lied."

"Well it didn't work," she sighs, "I was seventeen once, too."

"How bad is it?"

"I'm already in up to sodomy, and improper advances on a minor, if you report me. It's not technically statch. We're gay, that's illegal, or criminalized for all practical purposes. Having sex is a misdemeanor even if you're fifty, and neither of us is a guy."

"So you're a law student?"

"I'm gay, I did some research. Stu's just much better at explaining it."

"Who's Stew?"

Stewart {FFF NS}

[Queen - One Year of Love (A Kind of Magic)]

"Uhn," right, eat then drink. Why didn't I think of that until 3 beers in? She sniffs, I just let it all out, wink, sort of. Black coffee, more'n a little buzzed. "Jesus!"

A Prostitot? Oh sweety, don't drop raw porchops behind you as you run... Still not attracted to her, protective of, oh good she sees it, but "Is that an Oingo-Boingo teeshirt?" How many extra larges is that? Just shrug.

"Seventeen." Blow the rest out her nose.

"Fuck." Sober up some, breathe out some of the vapor, take a good breath.

She nods, "I love the eighties." Rub my eyes. "And science fiction, she dropped some oblique allusions, I guess she got from you?"

"Well what did she tell you?" she mouthed 'Waldo' behind her, and went out to smoke. Kind of easy to get rid of her simply by nerding out, and wait, She did that? I just followed her lead, quick study! Too close to the door, of the diner, they didn't chase her off. I moved back to the booth, "Have a seat," took the coffee, waved the now empty cup. He stopped clearing the remains of my CFS, and eggs.

"Next to nothing," right, she's not a talker, either? Okay, that's weird, she does Not look shy. "You guys went out."

"As recently as this weekend," I shook my head, "Last weekend, huh. She's probably leaving me for you. Ap!" Hand up, "It's a bit overdo, actually. I'm getting too old to be keeping up with all of the kids, and she's got some pretty high ceilings." She shook her head. Right, undiagnosed. "Wait, she said you're auto-erotic?" That's what it is, she doesn't realize how she looks? She's just really that, fucking perky? "Uh!"

"She can satisfy me."

"She has?"

"Like 3 times," she nodded.

"Okay," that's part of it, "In how long?"

"Well when did she call you?"

"The first time?" I unclipped my phone, "Uh," blink, " 15 hours," that can't be right, "And some change?" Wipe my eye.

"This afternoon," she nodded.

"And you two have been at it ever since?"

Oh no.

"How far did you get?" Sigh. "What I mean is. Uh, you're an addict. Right, a sex-addict?" And ran right into Wray. "Slow down. You two should probably get to your respective corners now," I looked up, she was gone. "Ah, damn it." Now she knows I drink, or have sex. I'm not gonna do a damned thing, and here I am holding the door open to an empty street. "How long you been up?" with a half naked 17 year old. The first bus down should be running soon, "And where do you live?" Take out my wallet.

"East?" Pointed more south-east according to where the light was starting to come from.

"Give him this," nobody to help me up the stairs when I get back, but yeah, there's probably nobody else to handle this. Fresh air, cigarette, clear my head, It's just a couple blocks. But I fucked up, and that's why this is gonna suck. "Come on," I take her shoulders for support, as much as anything, "You cold at all?"