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 Neinel.  "Hihn!"

   It's a beautiful name, I just have to say it, and my heart flutters, so
hard I can feel it in my chest.

   "Neinel"

   "It's Elvish," she told the other kids, when they made fun of it.  "From
Middle Earth?"

   Her parents are into that, I guess.  She doesn't look like an Elf, her
ears are round, but sometimes they peek out from under her hair, or she
pulls it back, to tuck behind one, and hold it out of her face.  I wouldn't
call her pretty, that's not good enough.  Even beautiful doesn't really do
it, I could stare at her for hours, I know cause I tried it.

   So long I only have to close my eyes, to remember her.  The thin lines
of her eyebrows, so faint you have to look close to tell them apart from
the shadows, and her eyes.  God, she has the most beautiful eyes, and even
the little bump of her nose.  The fine curve of it from the side, or the
little trough between it, and her lips.  Her smile, to herself mostly.

   Bent over her sketch pad with colored pencils, or a mechanical one to do
the line first, then pull her hair back.  Behind her ear, the curve of her
jaw, blending into her neck.  I can imagine kissing it, right below the
soft looking chunk of her earlobe, and the tiny hole in it.  Empty, without
an ear ring, but bunched together like a belly button, and her hair on my
face.

   "Huh!" I know I'm not supposed to.  Look at her like this, like a boy I
suppose.  They do it too, and I hear them talk about how hot she is, but
she doesn't pay them any mind.  Ignores them, drawing her little girls. 
Not boys, I never seen her draw a boy, just cute little girls, like
Japanese cartoons, but I don't talk to her.  I couldn't, if I could even
think of a thing to say, but hot?

   I don't know about that, she is getting boobs.  I guess that's hot, or
what they mean.  Sure talk about them a lot, but really, it's her face. 
The most beautiful girl I ever seen, I swear she could be the most
beautiful woman ever, some day, but she looked at me.

   I looked down, and now I was hot.  Or my face was, I don't know my ears
burned under my hair, so I know it wasn't the sun, but did I just imagine
her staring to smile?  Just a little, before I had to look away.  I
couldn't take it, her eyes are too intense.  And green, so bright, it's as
if they reflect the leaves, or the grass, and shine bright enough to see
all the way over here.

   "Hey," I jumped, "Bridget, right?"

   "Uh?" I tried to nod, "huh?" Or anything, but I was frozen.  It felt
like a nightmare, why does it feel like a nightmare, her talking to me, or
even looking at me, when that's all I ever wanted.  "I'm Neinel."

   "Hihn!" My eyes just fluttered shut.  Nobody says it like her.  I wish I
could, tried so many times to get it right, but, when she says it.  It
sounds like the most beautiful word in the world, or from another one. 
Middle Earth, I guess.

   "Mind if I sit down?"

   "Nn, noh?"

   "Scoot over."

   She pulled out her pencil, a mechanical one.  and wrote it down.

   [Bridget.]

   Right over my face.  She drew me, so perfect, I choked up a little.

   "You like it?"

   "Nh, hm?" I really did, I just couldn't.  Even think.  The words to
express, the idea that she looked at me.  Enough to draw my face, and made
me look so pretty.

   "Me too.  Bridget.  You know, that's a great name?"

   "Really?" I shook my head, "not like." I can't, say it.  "Your's."

   "Neinel?"

   "Hihn!"

   "It's silly, really.  I like Bridget.  You're cute."

   "You, nh!" I had to turn away, "No, you're just saying that."

   "No, really.  Look!" I turned back, to the page, but darn it if she
wasn't right.  I did look cute, the way she drew me.  "You're the cutest."

   "Huh!" I didn't know what to say.

   "You want to hang out, after school?"

   "Nh hm?"

   "Okay, it's a date." She flipped it shut, and went off to class.

   I thought I would die.

   ;

   Neinel (Gg Fant)

   I wasn't just saying that.  She is cute, and I do like the name Bridget.
From the old tongues.  Brigid, I looked it up.  A goddess, of the smiths,
which is cool, you know?  Like all the other ones, the Greeks had
Haphaestos, and the Romans called him Vulcan, but to look at her.  I guess
she's what, 7?  8?  2nd or 3rd grade maybe, so she's like this cute little
girl, and I like that, but I can just imagine her, with a hammer.

   Like Thor, I don't know what Brigid's hammer looked like, but you know
how Mjolnir is shaped like a flat pentagon?  They don't really have any
books on Keltic, and Gaelic mythology at school, just Greek, and Norse, but
I looked it up.  No pictures of it, but I know what Mjolnir looks like. 
It's kind of peaked on the top, or a house.  Yeah, like a single story
house with a peaked roof, and I even drew some designs on it.  Like knots,
etched into the side, but looking abck at the library book, I think it's
bas relief.  You know, so it sticks out, or they cut in around it, so I
shaded under the lines, instead of inside them, so it looks like they stand
out.

   "Yeah."

   Bridget, of the hammer.  I bet she's strong too.  Not just a goddess,
but like a blacksmith?  Yeah, girls were so much more awesome back then, I
bet.  Not all weak, and shy, giggling, and waiting for boys to notice. 
Fuck off, boys, I'm so not interested.  I'm gay, all right?  Not like I'm
going to come right out, and say it.  Tell them, just to give them
something else to make fun of like my silly made-up name.  It's not even
Elvish, really.  My mom made it up, I read the books.  All the books, even
the Simarrillion, and it's not even in there.  At least it's not Nerdanel

   But Bridget's a real name, with a real history, and a badass one at
that. She made Lightning Bolts, for Odin.  Or she would, In Norway, but
maybe Nuada's silver hand in Avalon?  Even Mjolnir I bet, the Thunder
Hammer, ask me how you hammer out a hammer with another hammer, but it's
magic, I guess.  Don't worry about it, but I feel sorry for her.  So shy, I
mean like, so very shy.  You hardly ever even get to see her face, the way
she keeps her head down, and hides in her hair.  Mumbles, and avoids
people, which is sad, as cute as she is.  Not like the real Bridgit, she's
a boss.  Or, you know, a legend, maybe there was a real one, and they
exaggerated it, so she could forge lightning into a spear, instead of some
dwarf I forget the name of, and a brass shield for Thor to beat on like a
gong, but still.

   She just needs a little help, to come out of her shell.  I bet, she
could be a badass some day.  With a little help, when she grows up, but for
right now she's still so little, and cute, and even sexy.  There, I said
it, I like cute little girls.  I'm not like, some creepy old lady, with a
trailer full of cats, or a gingerbread house and an oven, but I like
younger girls.  I'm only eleven, it's not like a 5th grader having the hots
for a 3rd grader.  I'm sure she's in third grade, and 8.  Got all her
teeth, but she looks so cute, even wih her head down.

   Her hands in her lap, covering her legs, and you know.  Whatever she has
between them.  What kind of underwear does she have on?  I mean, obviously
panties, but I wonder if they're white, and plain, or maybe pink with a
little frill around the edges.  Does she like flowers, or bows?  Maybe
little birds, certainly not hammers and tongs.  They don't make girl's
underwear with hammers, and tongs, and I don't know.  Maybe fire, or
something?  Or runes, but I can draw it.

   "Yeah," I don't know runes, but Thor's got this girdle for strength.  To
pick up Mjolnir, along with the gloves, and his helmet, but she doesn't
need a helmet.  To go to war, or wings to fly around the clouds, and beat
her sheild to make thunder.

   I just copied some, from one of the pictures, doesn't really matter what
they say, but I can draw them in around her belt.  Around her waist, and
cute little hammers on her underwear.  And tongs, too.  You need tongs to
hold the iron, or lightning, and it needs something else, so I put in
lightning bolts in between them.

   "Yeah, there." And Sleppnir.  I guess it's a lot of work, making horse
shoes for a horse with 8 legs.  So, maybe some horse shoes too?

   "Uh!" Not even 3:00 yet.  Oh well, plenty of time to draw, I guess...

   ;

   Brigit

   So, she took me home, and her folks were on the TV.  With controllers,
not like Remote Controls, but plugged into a computer, so they could plug
it into the TVs like a video game.  It was, "Everquest." They showed me.

   "Is that Mjolnir?"

   He paused it.  Her dad looked down, and pulled it out of his beard, but
sure enough, just like Brigid's hammer, in the picture!

   "Yes it is!" He untied the leather shoelace.  Or string, but like a
leather boot lace, I guess.  He handed it to me.

   "Cool!"

   "What do you know of Mjolnir?" I looked over, at the other TV, but her
mom just kept playing.  Hacking away with a pickaxe, it looked like, and a
shield, but.  I guess it's like Neinel said.

   "Just what I read from comics, but Nienel is teaching me about
mythology. You know, my brother thinks Thor is blond, like in the comics,
but she told me he's actually a redhead, like you?" I handed it back, and
he tied it back on.

   "You like comic books?"

   "Not really.  My brother's into them, but you know.  They're not really
funny?  Yeah, you'd think they'd be funny, like comic strips, if they're
called that, but really they aren't."

   "Well, they got a lot wrong about Thor in them." He picked up his
controller again.  I guess that's why they have 2 TVs.

   "Help me with this troll, dear."

   "Wow!" I just had to stop, in the doorway, and take it all in.

   "What?" She turned around, but was smiling.

   "Well, you really, draw a lot!"

   You know how some kids have posters and stuff in their rooms?  Well, she
took out the picture of Brigid, erased the T, and changed my name around,
but then she changed me into a little cartoon goddess, and took out an
exacto knife.  While she was cutting off the fringe from the sketch pad, I
looked around, at the biggest one.

   Or a bunch of pictures really, but stapled together into one big one, of
a tree and tried to figure out how to say.

   "Ygs, drazzle?"

   "Ygsdrazil." She nodded, and pulled out some tape to stick it up over
her bed.  "The World tree, that holds up Asgard." I could probably have
figured out that one by reading it, "And Midgard.  That's the Earth." She
pointed, to where it said that, and a giant snake wrapped around it.

   "Jormundgandr." I read.  No idea what to do with the little dots, and
lines over the vowels.

   "Yormund'gandir, yeah."

   "So," I looked up, "Asgards' like Heaven?"

   "Right, or where the gods live, anyway.  They don't really have heaven,
and hell, like Christians do.  It's more like Olympus."

   "Oh yeah, we read about that."

   "Me too, a couple years ago, and I got an A on it.  For once, cause it's
not like I had to learn, about mythology.  I grew up with it."

   With an Elf name, "Your parents are cool."

   "Not really."

   "Why not?"

   "Uh!" she sat down on her bed, so I sat at her desk.  It was propped up
in back, so it tilted, like an Architect's.  "Well?  They're like, not even
there?" She waved at the door.  With the World Tree stuck all over it. 
"They're like in Norrath, all day.  Every day, that's the Everquest world,
and they probably even dream about it all night.  Then, they get up, and
it's right back to the game.  They don't have any friends, except on line,
they just collect unemployment, and sell stuff and.  Do nothing, but sit
there, and get fat in the game while their characters progress.  It sucks,
really, the only time we ever do anything together is when they need a
Healer, because they can't find one online, but I don't want to play games
with them."

   "What do you want to do?"

   "I don't know, anything?  Anything else, go out or something.  Eat
dinner together, instead of heating something up, or go out.  Get out of
the house for once other than to the Social Security office, and hurry
right back, to plug into the game again."

   "Oh." I shrugged.  "Well, you're cool.  I mean, I guess, that's why.  I
know, it kinda sucked, growing up with that, but still.  You don't think,
you would be so cool, if you hadn't?"

   "I don't know." She thought a minute, "I guess, but it's not normal. 
They don't even have sex any more."

   "Ew, hihin!" I could just imagine them, rolling together, and their fat.
Not that I wanted to, I couldn't help it, and wouldn't that get in the way?

   "I mean, if they did, maybe I'd get a little sister to play with, or
something."

   "So yeah." I got it, "I can't imagine being an only child."

   "Well, let me tell you.  It sucks, especially without real parents, or
your parents off in lala land all the time, so they're as good as not
having any parents."

   "Well," I'm here, "You want to draw me?" Like she said, on the bus.

   "Yeah," she pulled a hair tye off the little.  Thing, sticking up from
the top of her bedpost.  Finial?  I don't know, but I tied my hair back,
while she got up, and taped a big paper down on the desk.  "On the bed?"

   "Yeah, lay down, and get comfortable." I hopped up, and took my shoes
off first, as she sharpened her pencils, then she looked back.  From the
paper, she smiled.

   At me, and my heart fluttered.  Again, and again, every time she looked
back, and smiled at me.

   I felt so pretty.  Maybe not as beautiful as she, is.  Um, but.  You
know, prettier, than I ever had before.

   "If you get hot, you can go ahead, and take your clothes off." Well, the
sun was kind of shining in the window, behind me, and I was starting to
pant, like I just run a mile, and somehow just lying there while she drew
me was so exciting.

   "Like this?" I untucked my shirt.

   "Yeah," she smiled back, and I held my breath.  "Good." She bent over
the desk again, so I could breath.  "I got to get your body anyways." She
shrugged, "I can always draw clothes on over it later."

   ;

   Neinel

   "Huh?  I guess it's like the boys calling me Lionel, or you Gidget." I
shrugged, looked back at her.  Shirt open, and turned back.  Biting my lip,
and sketching in the curve of her tummy.  On my bed, "Huh!  Boys are
sexist, especially boys your age, they still think girls are gross, so they
make fun of eachother.  Call the little boys pussy for crying, or make them
cry, because they think there's something wrong with it." Pussy, I looked
back, and she slipped the sleeve of her arm.  "Hm!" Turned back, and
grinned at the warmth spreading lower.

   Down my tummy, and between my legs.  We'd get to that, her pussy, but
just her cute pale little nipple, and the point, where her chest poked out
a little, on the bottom.  Paudgy, like baby fat, but it's cute, and hot,
and sexy.  I sketched that in, and pulled my hair back.  Looked back, and
felt the warmth again.  "Hh!" Sketched in the little knot, inside her belly
button, imagined kissing it, and swirling my tongue around inside.  The
soft wrincles, and bulges between them.  "HhHhH!"

   I wasn't warm any more, I was getting hot.  "Mh, you mind if I.  Take
this off?"

   "It is pretty hot in her.  You don't got, a fan or something?"

   I don't mind.  "I could get one from my parent's room, but." Shake my
head to think, grinning, but bent over the picture so she can't see the
dirty little loop on my face, "Um, it would just blow your hair around."
Mine flopped back down, over my back, and I tucked it behind my ear again.
So it wasn't in the way when I looked back, at her legs.  And her skirt,
unfortunately crossed over, modestly.  So I couldn't see her underwear yet,
my my face was burning now, my chest felt so hot, and my pussy was starting
to melt.  "Huh!" I could almost immagine it dripping, like wax, and grabbed
the erasor to rb aout a drop I drew in for no reason.

   "Um, hmn?" I looked back.

   "Still hot?" Only getting hotter, and her cheeks started glowing like
coals in a campfire.  No wait, a forge.  They have coals in forges, of
course.  Have to burn something, or maybe some iron?  Yeah, a breastplate,
with breasts.  "Hihmn!" Maybe later, but mine are starting to glow, hot
enough to hammer out.  Bigger, and younder, and I can't breathe too deep,
so I take shallow gasps, and hold my hand steady on the paper.  "Hh, huh!"
So my fingers don't shake, but it's hard to keep drawing, what I can see
instead of what I wan to.  "You can take more off, if you want to."

   "Yeah," she sat up.  "Huh!  Don't really need this skirt on I guess."

   On her knees, and hmmmMMM!  I'm almost squeeling, biting it back, "I
mean, mh hm?"

   Bending over, no my bed, to slip it down over her bottom.  And finally,
her panties, I wouldn't have guessed blue, with white bows, in the fabric.
Dyed in, but a yellow waist band, and around the leg holes.  Turning over,
again.  On her hip.  "Like this?"

   The same position.  "Mhm?" Without the skirt, but the yellow bands
disappearing between her pale soft looking hairless cross legs.  I sketched
them in quick, just slashed a couple lines together, so I could look back.

   "How do I look?"

   I smiled, and she closed her eyes.

   "Hihn!" Let out that cute little sigh.  I love her cute little sigh.  I
saw it, for weeks before I heard it.  Her shoulders drop, with her head,
looking down when I looked up.  Caught her staring at me, and drawing her
from across the school yard.

   "Sexy." I bumped my cheek with the side of the pencil, covering my
mouth, but it was too late.

   "Hihn!"

   Well, that'senough.  Drawing for one day.  I got up, I had to.  Do
something, just dropped the pencil on the floor, but I couldn't tease
myself any longer.  Hold back the lust, and resist touching her.  Kissing
her, holding her arms, and pushing her back to push my tummy against her
panties.  between her legs, the light baby blue cotton, and golden ribbon,
sewn into a bow in front.  A cute little bow, but her eyes flew open.  As
soon as the pencil hit the floor, then smiled.

   She smiled up at me, then I turned my head, and bent down, to slip my
tongue between her wide open lips.

   ;

   Brigit.

   "Hihn!" I could barely breathe.  She was so big, and heavy, and her hair
hung over so it was dark, and shut out the world so that there was nothing
left but her.  Her body on top of me, her pants between my legs, holding
her hips with my thighs, and feeling between them woth my heels.  My feet,
between the soft firm muscles in her calves, and feeling up between us to
touch her chest.

   She doesn't really have boobs yet.  Not really, they're starting to
grow, but hot?  Oh yes, she was so hot it was almost stifling, but then so
was I.

   "Mh!" I pushed her back.  "Turn over.  You're too heavy."

   "Okay," she layed down, once I scooted out.  Onto the floor, then helped
me climb back up on the bed.  On top of her, half naked, in nothing but my
panties, and her hairtye.

   "Mh, hm!" Kissing her face, all over her face.  Her lovely face, I been
staring at, it seemed like my whole life, she was sweaty, and I loved it.
The salt from her damp skin, licking it off my lips, then her cheek. 
Combing back her hair with my fingers to smell it.  Her shampoo, and get at
her ear.

   "Oh!"

   I love her ears, just as beautiful as the rest of her.  You ever seen a
beautiful ear before?  Me neither, but I love them.  Even more than fantasy
elf ears, and sucked the lobe to touch the hole, and wiggle my tongue
around it.

   "Hihihn!"

   "That tickle?"

   "A little." She nodded, and turned the other way, "But I like it."

   Her other ear, so I got the soft sexy lobe on that one, then kissed her
jaw.  Her neck, got it was so hot, and red, and sexy, and salty, and, "Huh!
God!"

   "Goddess!"

   I get it.  Like Balder, you know him?  Of course not, because they don't
put him in comic books for boys, but let me tell you.  The most beautiful
person in all of Asgard is a guy.  So beautiful in fact it made Loki
jealous, and trick his brother into shooting him with mistletoe.

   "Mh, huh!  Mwah, luh!"

   "My, Goddess."

   Just like a goddess can be tough, and strong, forge lightning for the
Gods, and swing a hammer as heavy as Thor's.  Who say they can't?  Boys,
that's who, but what do they know?  It's not pussy, you can be strong, and
tough, and beautiful.  She is, all that and more, I want her, all of her
and more.

   "Take these off." Her hands, slipping the last bit of cloth off of my
bottom.  So, I had to get off her.  Just a minute, she scooted over so i
could put my legs down, and help her pull them off, but then I saw her
chest.

   Her hot red burning chest, heaving with excitement, and the bright pink
swollen nipples, standing out on the soft hills of her boobies.  Booblets?
Breast, lings?  I don't know, if there is even a word, or if not we can
make some up, but later.  Right now I can't say them anyway with my mouth
full.

   "Ohhh, yes!" Her hands in my hair, swirling it around her fingers, and
the back of my head.  "Oh Brigit, huh!  HuhuhuhHhH!?"

   "Smup!" It snapped back, and I giggled, "Hihihihihihn!" Moving over to
the other side, abd she felt down my back.  Pulled my hair out of the way
to play her fingertips down my spine, and dance circles around it.  While
my tongue swirled around, and round the firm salty tip of the nipple in my
mouth.

   And her other hand, fond my legs, and felt up between them.  "Smp!  Huh!
Yes!" I moved the one on top, turned sideways, like I posed, but with my
legs open, so she could touch me.  My sex, not pussy, I don't like that
word.  Really, I mean, never mind.  Forget the words, but i thought it
would feel like.  Something?  I don't know, good, better, I felt her
fingers, and even the one she wiggled between, splitting it open, but I
read.

   A little bit, of the nasty stories, my mom reads.  When nobody's
looking, they call them romance, but you know how raunchy, and dirty they
actually get?  Really, very naughty, and I giggled a lot, but in there,
they always talked about the pleasure.  or rapture, they had a hundred
million different ways to describe all the things I was supposed to feel at
the hands of a lover, but didn't.  I don't know why, maybe I'm weird, I
mean I'm gay, and into, maybe some weird things, but it confused me a
little when it turned out her hand on my hip, or bottom, or legs felt more.
Intense, and exciting than even her finger slipping through my sex, but it
did.

   It didn't fell anything like what I had always been led to believe it
would feel like.  Not bad, but not good at all.  For some reason, just like
skin.  A finger.

   "Huh!" I shurgged, and looked down.  "Let me get these off." Grabbed her
pants, and started working on the button.

   Whatever, I'd figure it out.

   ;

   Neinel

   "Huh!" She got off.  My face, I mean.  I don't think she had an orgasm,
nor I, but I had plenty to keep my hands busy anyway, just remembering the
passion of our first time together, but she slipped her fingers out of me,
and got back down to the floor again.

   "Lets go out." She picked up her underwear, and bent to get her skirt
from where it fell off the bed.

   "Okay," I pulled my pants up, and sat up.  "You okay?"

   "Yeah, it's just hot, and stuffy in here, and you know how you talked
about never going out?"

   She wiped, between her legs before she slipped them on, and I mean she
dried it out.  "Uh huh?"

   "Well, then lets go out."

   "Okay."

   I was still we, and squishy, but I just dried it out as best I could
wearing my panties, and zipped up my pants.  She pulled on her shirt, and
started buttoning it back up.

   "Nienel?"

   "Yes?"

   "Is that how you say it?"

   "Well, Neinel, but it doesn't matter how you say it." I looked around
for a shirt, and sniffed them.  Yeah, I have bras, but I don't need them.
Especially when it's hot, it just gets sweaty, and I really just didn't
feel like putting one on.  She bent over, at my desk but with the chair
turned around to put on her shoes.

   "Well, I like it.  What's it mean?"

   "Nothing," shrug, "It's just a made-up name.  I think she got it from
the Silmarillion, but instead of Nienor Niniel, she put them together, and
switched it around to Neinel.  You'd have to ask her." As if it would tear
her away from that game.

   "Maybe later." I picked some slipons, so I didn't have to put on socks,
or mess around with laces.

   "We're going out."

   "Okay." Didn't even look up.

   "Huh!" I took her hand...  No be back for dinner, so I could heat it up
for them, and bring it out to the couch.  Not like they need to eat for a
few days, they have enough fat to survive for a week anyway.  If one of
them does have to get up, and go to the kitchen a minute, maybe they'd get
a little excercise.  Probably dad, could leave it paused a few minutes. 
So, I turned, and tilted my head.

   She smiled, looked up, and closed her eyes.  Not like we were loud in
there, moaning, and squeeling like pornstars, but seriously.

   "Smq!" She bit her lip, and smiled.

   "Uh," I looked back at dad.  He paused it.

   "She's my girlfriend."

   "Okay," he turned back to his screen, and unpaused it.  Not like I
expected him, to be upset, or anything.

   "Huh, lets get out of here."

   "Yeah." whatever.

   "Where's your sketchbook?"

   "Back in my room, why?"

   "I just never seen you without one."

   "Huh!" I thought a minute, "Well, I guess I don't need it, any more."

   "You're not gonna quit drawing."

   "No?" Shake my head, "I mean right now." I took her hand back, "Huh! 
You know, I was like, making up friends.  Like a child, imaginary friends
just because I was lonely." I squeezed it, "Now I don't have to, because I
have you."

   "Oh!" She squeezed it back, but I let go.  "What?"

   I looked up, at Trevor.

   "Lesbos."

   "Faggot!"

   "Brigit?"

   "Hang on a second,"

   "I'm not a faggot!"

   "Then what makes you think we're lesbians all of a sudden?" The quiet
ones I guess.  "No, I always wondered about this, but what is it with you,
and lesbians?  What do you know about lesbians?"

   "There hot?"

   "Hah, right.  Okay well you're not gay," she counted on her finger, "And
you're not a girl, so you don't know the first thing about lesbians, or
lesbianism."

   "So?"

   "So, if you want to get laid, at some point in your life, you might want
to think more about straight girls, and not about lesbians.  Because you
don't have the first clue what girls want in a man, either."

   "I'm not a virgin."

   "Huh, of course not.  Who'd you have sex with?  Where'd you find a girl,
who's willing to look past your sexist, homophobic asshole attitude, and
even go out with you?  Youever even kissed a girl before?"

   "Yeah?  Lots of times.  Plenty of girls"

   "Whatever you tell yourself, crying yourself to sleep at night, alone,
man.  I'm sure, well.  Just so you know, you'll have a lot more luck with
the ladies, once you grow the fuck up, start listening to us, and stop
calling us homosexual because you don't know a damn thing about girls." She
took my hand, "Come on, I'm done with that loser.  Let's go find a guy that
knows how to shut up, and listen."

   "Really?"

   She giggled.  "No, not really.  But that was fun!"

   "How long you been holding that one in?"

   "I don't know, feels like forever?" She shrugged, "So why's your mom
play a dwarf?"

   "To Tank?  I don't know, she likes dwarves."

   "She married one," she giggled.  "What do you mean tank?"

   "You know, damage soak, like a tank?"

   "I thought tanks had cannons."

   "Well, yeah.  Only in that game, they're split up, for coop.  Dad's the
DPS, why he's an Elf.  They call it a Glass Cannon, so in a way, she does."

   "That why he's a girl?"

   "Yeah, he likes elven women."

   "Why he named you one, but.  Huh, never mind.  What's DPS?"

   "Damage per second, but you don't really want to talk about video
games?"

   "Not if you don't."

   "Not really."

   "You hate them."

   "I hate that one, for what it did to my family, but no.  I don't
especially hate video games, they're just not.  Well, like.  My fantasy any
more."

   "Why not?"

   "I don't know, they're just so childish, and yeah maybe once I wanted to
be a Sorceress at one point, but now I really just want to go out.  In the
real world, and do real things with real people." I thought, "That don't
suck, like.  Asshole, over there."

   "Yeah, he's what, 16?"

   "Like I care, too old to be hitting on elementary schoolgirls."

   "Yeah."

   ;

   Brigit

   "Hihihn!" Well, it's not like I got horny again, I never really got. 
Unhorny, cooled off?  Yeah, it was a hot day, and we were out, me and a hot
girl, and somehow telling that boy to go fuck himself, i don't know.

   It was too hot, for her room, I don't even know how I found myself bent
over in the girls restroom like that.  At the park, it tickled!

   "Ihihihihn!" I squirmed, "You like that?"

   "Siph!" I bent down, to look at her between my legs.  Licking her lips,
and grinning.  "Mhm!  Don't you?"

   "Well yeah." surprised me, "Even more then, my.  Huh!" I turned around.
"What do you call your sex?" Sat down.

   "Idunno," she shrugged, and got up, "My pussy?"

   "Yeahbut, I don't got any fur on mine, and.  It just sounds kinda silly,
doesn't it?"

   "Well, yeah.  I guess.  So, let's pick another word."

   "Yeah, lets." I'm on the toilet, just incase, anything.  "Huh!"

   "Vulva?"

   "What's that?"

   "Well, it's like Vagina, but the whole thing, and I like it.  the way it
sounds, I don't know.  Better?"

   "Yeah, vulva.  It sounds like a flower."

   "It doesn't smell like a flower," she grinned, "Or taste like a flower."
Rubbed my leg.

   "Hihihn!" she stopped.

   "Sorry, that tickle?'

   "No, it's just funny." Who knew sex would be so much fun?  "So, what
about, you know.  My." I whispered, 'back door.' That's what they called
it, in the Romance books.

   "Rosebud." She nodded.

   "Hihihn!  And you, like that?"

   "Uh huh?  It doesn't taste like a flower either." She grinned.

   "Why?"

   "Well, I assume you mean, what i like about it?"

   "Mh hm!"

   "I don't know.  I mean, it doesn't taste dirty, either.  Maybe a little
soapy at first, but it's really clean."

   "It feels really dirty." And wet, and gushy, and warm just talking about
it.

   Poot!

   "Ihihihn!"

   "Yeah," she licked her lips, and her eyebrows wiggled.  "It is, so
dirty!"

   "You like it?"

   "Yeah."

   "You like to kiss my rosebud."

   "Uh uh!"

   "Yeah," I just had to catch my breath.  "Kiss it, lick it out good. 
Ihihihyn!"

   ;

   Neinel

   I don't know.  It's like, her belly button?  I like that too, and it
bounced around when I licked that out too, but not like.

   "Hnlowlowlowl.  WbBbBbBbB!"

   "Ihihihn!"

   I can feel her, giggling.  I licked down to her puss, imean.  Vulva. 
"Yeah, hluhluhluhluh!" And wiggled my nose around in there.

   "Hihihihihn!"

   To feel her pucker, and squeeze, and relax, and even puff out alittle,
when she giggles like that.  But not as good as with my tongue, and I heard
lesbians are supposed to eat pussy.  I like that, too, I really do, but
this is way better.

   "Huh!  Huh!" I just have to breathe, but I squeesed her but shut, and
kissed her cheeks.  "Mwuh, mwuh!" One by one, and her back right on the
top, andlicked down to feel her spine, and count the bones in it one by
one, and "WholLlLlLlLlLuh!" Fuck my tongue in and out again.

   "Oh, hoh, oahhhh!"

   "Huh!" I sat up.  "Here." Got an idea.  Turning around, I leaned back,
and put my head up.  On the toilet seat, but what do i care if it's dirty?
"Sit on my face." So I can lick out her butthole some more.

   "Like this?"

   "No, turn around." I helped her climb up.  Hold onto the bar, so che
could lower it, right on my face, and try it the other way around.

   "Mph,phbPh!"

   "Hihin!"

   Now the bottom was the bottom, and she could hump my nose.

   "Oh, huh!  Uh nh hm!" Hard, it even hurt a little, but I didn't care.

   Just hope she got off on it, soon so I could breathe.

   "Sph, pbh!" Oh, and feel between my legs now.  That I don't need to hold
myself up, bent over behind her, wiggling my tongue as deep in her butthole
as I could.

   THUMP THUMP THUMP!

   "Uh," she stopped.  "Nh, huh!  I'm In here?"

   "Well hurry up, other girls have to use it too."

   "Hihn!" I wiped my face, "Snh!" Smelled the juice on my fingers, and got
up.  "Hihhhh!  Huhhhhn!" Tried to catch my breath.

   "Okay," she flushed for no reason, "We'll be right out."

   We helped eachother get dressed.

   ;

   {IDFK, Working on it?  Yeah, there's some subtle symbolism and a meta
message in there, but I'm not going to bore you with all that.  Or, I'll
try not to, sometimes I just want a nice romantic story, and it's hard for
me to imagine with boys denying their feelings, and projecting all over
everyone, okay?

   I have to admit, it's nice to come back to, when I need a break from
writing more intense stuff, though...}