Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Also, Nerd.  That's a Trigger Warning, this one's almost painfully nerdy.
Now, I don't usually explain the puns in my titles, because if you have to,
it's not funny.  However, this one has several, one of which is
Astrophysical: A Binary System has 2 stars, and due to gravitational
interactions, no Planets.  Because of the 3 Body Problem, there's no stable
orbits around the tug-of-war between 2 co-rotating bodies with the Masses
(Or Egos) of Stars.  They either spiral out to be lost, or get sucked in
and destroyed...

   ;

   Rachael (FF NS Talk)

   He sent her to me as a "Special Project." He's not my boss, but a
co-worker, so we have this code for things outside the company.  So, we
know this is one of those things, but she came bye my office when we're
wrapping up.

   "Can I help you?" she din't bring any copy with her.

   "Yeah, I work with Eddie, and he said you could help me with something.
After work." I found her face hard to read.

   "Well, I'm just about done here," so I packed up my briefcase, and
grabbed my purse.  "You want to go out?" Okay, first of all, I'm not
bisexual.  Never really even curious, but if I'm going to be an advice
columnist.  Professionally, if I'm going to give sex advice, I have to
actually go out, and have sex.  If Eddie sends someone to me, to talk about
something we can't at work, I feel it's safe to assume that, "It's sexual?"

   "I guess," she nodded, remarkable how straight her black hair is.  "He
said you do fantasies."

   "Depending on the fantasy," she's cute enough.  Young looking.

   "I'm Gina." Must have shown on my face.  "What?"

   I don't want to sound racist, but.  "You just don't look, like a Gina."

   "Oh," she looked down, and made some, tight lipped expression.  A pout?
"Ji'Na.  With a J."

   "And a, Hyphen?"

   "Sometimes.  Depends on the encoding.  Sometimes the format accepts the
hyphen."

   "I suppose it's different in Chinese characters?"

   "Korean." That was a frown.

   "I'm sorry.  No offense."

   "That's just it.  I'm Asian."

   "I could tell," I laughed it.

   "Yeahbut.  That's kinda broad, doncha think?  My family is very proud.
Korean pride, not," she did the quotey marks, "Asian.  Asian isn't a race.
Albanians are Asian, or Cossacks, Indians, Thibetans, Nepalese, Siberians;
that's not the culture.  Russia is bigger than North America."

   "No it isn't."

   "It isn't?"

   "It looks like it on a mercator projection, but North America is
actually slightly larger." I don't have the figures right here with me, but
I'd guestimate: Like, 5%?

   "Oh." she just nodded.

   "So, what's this about?"

   "Well, he said you make fantasies come true."

   "Well, I do role-play."

   "Like D&D?"

   "Only without the dice," I thought.  "Why, you play it?" Maybe I could
work the dice in.

   "Shadowrun, some.  That's like D&D in the future?"

   "I've seen books for it." Don't really like guns.  "So, like in that,
nobody wants to be themselves, so the fantasy is playing an Elf, or a
Princess."

   "I want to be white." Well, couldn't call it sudden, she beat around the
bush, so.  "Uh?" I just let my mouth hang open, and tried not to laugh. 
"Huh?" It's just.

   "Weird, I know, but.  I always been jealous of you.  Well, not like you,
personally, but white girls just get to do whatever you want, be whatever
you want." Guilty as charged, "And get whatever you want."

   "Well, not really." Is that what Racism feels like?  "Hahaha, if that
were true, I'd have a nicer car."

   "Well, my family." Keyword, she said it twice, so family issues there.
"I don't even know how, you could do it, but like.  I have a little money
saved up.  So, I always wanted to know what it's like, to be white.  Like
you."

   "Haha, I don't know." Let me think about that, "But you know, I'm a
little jealous of you too?" Shake my head, "Uh, I'm a nerd.  Play D&D, and
you know you're like every nerd's wet dream?" Shake my head, "Or nerdy
guys, anyway.  They're really into Asian chix."

   "Haha, yeah." She's thinking, I think.

   "Where do you live?"

   "With my family." That's three.

   "How old are you?"

   "28?"

   "Wow!  I.  Never would have guessed, you're pushing 30, really?"

   "Yeah." she looked down, "I know what it means, to live with your
parents so old, but I am unmarried, so." All of a sudden she dropped the
California accent, and started talking, Korean American?  "It's different
for Korean families."

   "I guess, so my place?" I could set it up, I guess I have an idea. 
"Well, for one thing, we never tell you how old we really are.  If you say
'28' then the assumption is you're actually older, and just lied about it.
So," I look her over, she really could pass for 18.  "How about 24?"

   "Or younger?"

   "Yeah, you could totally go younger."

   "I mean for the character."

   "Yeah, it's your fantasy, so."

   "A school girl."

   "Oh my God!"

   "What?"

   "No offense, but you're adorable.  You have any idea how many guys would
give their right nut to just hear you talk about playing a schoolgirl? 
What size are you?"

   "Dress size?"

   "Yeah," I took my eyes off the road a sec, "Um," looked over her body.
"I prob'ly have something you can wear."

   "8?  Huh!" She puffed up her chest, and let it fall, with a sigh.  "22
B." Bra size.

   "Yeah, I may have to make adjustment for the bra." Done it before.

   "Well, I have one, on.  He said, you know, to wear sexy underwear?"

   "Eddie?"

   "Yeah."

   "How sexy?"

   "Well," she started unbuttoning her blouse.  "You wanna see?"

   While I'm driving, and wishing I had a camera set up in the car.  It's
such a The Guys will Never Believe this!  situation, I would think the
pictures would be valuable, on my site.

   "Almost home." I'm not bisexual, but ask yourself, do I really have to
be?  To play dressup, with a little Korean girl.

   "You're Italian?"

   "Hungarian," I shook my head, "Mostly.  Tchevitz."

   "Jewish?"

   "I think, on my father's side, but it's not like we practice, Seder, or
like.  Eat Koshur or whatever."

   "Well, I'm Baptist."

   "Uh?" I guess I should just quit assuming, stuff.  "Huh!" Got me
thinking, though.  About like, you know how there's Italian food, places.
There's a Hungarian place too, not like I grew up eating it, but I tried
it. Mom's Swedish, so yeah.  I'd probably be blond if my hair wasn't so
dingy brown, and wavey, but where's my flat Iron?  Try to think, I'm gonna
have to straighten it.  For what I'm thinking, but it worked before, and
we're "Almost there," anyway.  I took the exit, but I could drive this in
my sleep, and at least we beat traffic a little, but I realized this isn't
really about Korean culture.  Really, it's about White America, gobbling up
everything else like a Gelatinous Cube.

   "Uh!" Such a nerd?  Well, it's also about that.  Not like I never
imagined being a guy, role-playing, or played the man in the relationship.
So, that.  I just have to get in the right frame of mind, so.  "Yeah, come
on in." I held the door for her.

   "I think it's 'cause of the racial stereotype?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "I mean nerds, and Asian girls.  I mean, like you're supposed to be good
at math, you wear glasses."

   "Nearsighted," she nodded.

   "Yeah, so according to them, you're like a congenital nerd.  In their
minds, so maybe they think you'll like them?"

   "I don't know, whatever."

   I guess I can do a nerdy guy.  The fantasy of getting with Asian chicks,
right?  One way to find out!

   ;

   Ji-Na/Gina (FF Race/Age Play.)

   "Help me with this." The dresser, it's heavy, but slides pretty easy on
the hard wood floors.

   "Where's your room mate?"

   "I live alone."

   I looked over, at the bed.  Single bed, just like the other one.  "Who's
is that?"

   "Well, I had a room mate, but she moved out."

   It was like a dorm room.  Not like mine, in college, but really more
like I grew up in.  So, the Girl's Room, with 2 single beds, and now a
dresser in the middle.  Pretty big, for a single bedroom apartment, big
enough to turn the dresser, sideways between them, "Hold it up here." She
turned a couple cams on the sides.  Of the mirror, so it tipped right out.

   "Okay, careful of the edges, they're sharp, but we're just going to set
it down.  Here." Leaned up against the back of the dresser.

   "Oh!" I got it, and walked back around to the front.  Of the dresser,
but sideways it was like a room divider.  She smiled, and waved.

   "Hiyee!" Like a reflection, in the mirror.  I giggled back.  "Good, now
there's probably going to be a little lag, so try to do, whatever slow. 
So, I can keep up, it helps maintain the illusion."

   "Okay." she fished under the bed, and I tried getting in character.  I
was in Drama too.  Freemont High did a production of The King and I, so at
least I got a part.  Not a speaking part, I can sing, but you know.  Like
Anna is English, so I got to act, but it wasn't a speaking role.

   "Huh!" I just sat down, while she fished under the bed.  "Here!" She got
out a flat iron, and plugged it in.

   "What's that for?"

   "You got straight hair?" I nodded, didn't think of that.  "So, for the
illusion, it'll help us match up better."

   "Oh yeah.  You really do this a lot."

   "Huh!  Yeah, with my boyfriend."

   "You mean like this, with the mirror, and everything?" So, she does have
a boyfriend, which is weird, because she still has 2 beds, instead of one
big one.  So, how does that work, when he sleeps over?

   "Yeah, he's a crossdresser." I looked down, at the dresser.  "Oh," over
at the closet door, "Really?"

   "Yeahuh!  It's hella fun!"

   "Huh!" At least we speak the same language, but right.  Getting into
character?  "What do I do?"

   "Well, like.  You know, whatever?" The iron was hot, so she started
clamping it, and pulling out her hair.  The waves, "Uh!  It's your fantasy,
so just pretend to be me, and I'll try to keep up."

   I pinched my hair, between my fingers, and pulled it out.

   "Yeah, good."

   "Well," I looked at the time, "I guess I better get ready for bed."

   She like lip synched.  And giggled, too.  "Nihihihn!" I tried to, like
her, and she stared back at me.  With her big wide brown eyes, and wayvy
brown hair, and blouse.

   Work blouse, but I guess it could be like, a church blouse, or a school
blouse even.  Glancing up at the poster, behind her.  She squinted, back. I
almost got upset, we don't really look like that, Squinty, but then I
realized I did it.  With my glasses off, so she copied me.  Because that's
what she's supposed to do, to be me.  Or for me to pretend to be her, only
if I do my part.

   "Huh!" So, I sighed, and opened my eyes.  Looked in the mirror, and
pulled out some more hair.  It's really such a pain, to straighten it like
this.  Like Britney, if I'm ever going to get with a boy like Brent.  Is
that a German name?  He looks German, but I bet it's not her straight blond
hair, you think I should bleach it?  I'm sure she does too, to look at her
roots, but I bet it's her big boobs, and hips, and booty.  Sticking out
from under her skirt, but she's a senior.  So, she's older, and bustier,
and curvier, and she gets the good guys, like Brent.

   The jock, football player.  "Yeah." I'm getting into it, "Maybe I should
bleach my hair." Hold it up, "Blonde?" Black, instead of brown, so I look
back in the mirror.  "Huh!" She set down the flat iron, so I stopped. 
Pretending to straighten my hair, but I wonder a moment if it feels the
same?  The fibers, even pulled straight, does it feel like mine?  You know
before I remember it's supposed to be mine, so back in character.

   "Huh!" Open my eyes, and look again.  Down at my blouse, and the swollen
lumps under it.  pulling out my collar, and feeling the button with my
nail. Pulling it sideways to slip it through the eye, then down to the
next. This one's not sideways, so I have to pull out the top, but it's
trickier, like this.  Instead of in a real mirror, but.  "Huh!" Maybe I can
get back into character when I get them all undone, but I wonder, what kind
of bra she's got on, moving down the buttons until I can see for myself,
but my face is starting to warm up, and she's blushing too.

   Oh, it's green.  Dark green, and lacy, but it's got the clasp in the
front.  Because we didn't set this up ahead of time, but pulling the tails
out, at least we're both wearing skirts.  Even if hers is tight around her
hips, and her crossed legs, sitting up on the bed, but I blink, and shake
my head.  "What?"

   "I'm bisexual." Thought she might like to know.

   "Okay, does that mean you're attracted to me?"

   "Oh, yeah." White girls, nerdy white girls, mostly the kind I been with.
"Huh!  I mean." She bit her lip, back at me.  "If that's all right?"

   "It's your fantasy."

   "Oh yeah." Forgot a minute, so I closed my eyes.  Tried to think about
an Nsync song.  Other then that Bye Bye one, to go with the poster? 
"Yeah," she nodded back at me.  No, my reflection in the mirror.  Thinking
about Justin, to get in the mood, already blushing, and breathing.  Fast,
and shallow, I just have to get this bra off, but I got the shirts open, so
I can take that off, and feel them.

   So big, and round, and full, and hot in the lacy green fabric.  "Mh! 
Yeah!"

   She really does have a great body.  I can just imagine, having those. 
Cs?  I think there Cs, or maybe Ds, I can't tell, but I don't want to break
the illusion to ask.  Maybe later, but mine even feel bigger.  Heavier, and
bouncier?

   "You're left handed?"

   "Huh?" I blinked, "Yeah."

   "Good, I mean.  Like, you know, for this?  I'm not, I'm really such a
klutz, trying to do anything with my left hand, but.  To mirror what your
doing, it's convenient?"

   "Yeah," I closed my eyes, and she shut up.  "Good," so I can get back in
character.  "Huh!" Nod, and look up.

   At my half naked reflection, in the mirror.  Smiling back at me, so hot,
and my tits shaking in my hands with my quick shallow hot gasps.

   "Yeah," she nods back.

   ;

   Rachael (FF Age/Race/Sist Role Play)

   I can do this.  She is, so cute, and I can just imagine.  Looking like
that, or maybe a camera.  "Yeah," almost in unison, but she says it too. 
Like, you know, instead of grunting mid-sentence while we try to think of a
word, but, "Uh!" She's so hot, it makes me feel so hot, just the thought of
her wishing she looked like me, while I secretly wished I looked like her,
but really it's her fantasy.

   So, add in another element, to make it hotter for me too.  I have a
little catching up to do, her being bisexual, and all.  She's getting
hornier, I can tell, so match it up.

   A camera, of course a 1 way mirror!  "Nyeah!" Some nerd, hooked it up to
spy on the girl of his dreams.  he little Korean girl, next door, somehow
got into my room, and replaced the pane with a see through one, so I
wouldn't notice.  The hole drilled through the wall, for the camera, the
perfect hiding place.  Even better than a peephole, because then he can
just set it to record, and watch it later.  Jack off watching me, get ready
for bed.  Getting undressed, and doing my hair.  My makeup, even getting
horny, and playing with myself.  In front of the mirror.

   "Huh!" Getting up, to unzip the side of the skirt.  I had to turn mine
around, to move the zipper in back to my hip, and pick out the zipper pull
with my nails.  Then follow her's down.  Slowly, kind of teasing, but I
wonder if her panties match the small lemon yellow bra.  32 A?  I think,
she said, and her waist pops out.  From the waitt band, but she bent down
to slip it off, over her hips, and down her legs.

   Oriental body, I'm not really in the habit of looking at girls.  There
were some, in high school, and while I set it up more like a college girl's
room.  A college girl who listens to Warrant, and Poison, instead of the
New Kids on the Block and Nsync, but they put us together, the RA, no. 
Wait, she said High School, right?

   Doesn't matter, we don't have to imagine the exact same thing, but it's
weird.  Thinking about a Korean girl listening to Whitesnake, but I never
imagined her being Bisexual, or anyone, and I should.  Probably, think
about.  That.

   I can play a bisexual girl, you know that's another top 40 fantasy for
guys?  Bisexual girls, and while I want to be a legitimate journalist, or
at least advice columnist for, I don't know.  Maybe Playboy, a sex
magazine, or whatever, but this is easy.  Enough, I just have to follow her
lead, which is weird that I never thought about that, either.

   But you know?  Now that I do, I remember most of my boyfriends followed
my lead, now that I do, think about it.  "Huh!"

   "You ever play sisters?"

   "Huh?" I shake it out of my head.

   "Well, like.  You know, as a role play."

   "Yeah, actually I did.  With my boyfriend?" Well, "Fiancee."

   "Yeah, huh!" The cross dresser, "So, I was thinking.  If we were
sisters, it would be, kinda the same?"

   "As the mirror."

   "Yeah, only you'd be older.  The big sister, and.  Then it would be
like. You know, the same.  I'd be white like you, being sisters, and all,
only you could pretend to be Oriental."

   "Yeah," makes sense.  "I can do that."

   "So yeah, you come home, and find me, masturbating?"

   "Yeah," I go out.  Look back from the door, "In the top drawer.  Left
corner?" She pulled it out, "Yeah, I keep my vibe in there."

   "Oh!" she pulled it out.

   "Yeah, why don't you give it a try." I pulled the door.

   "Huh!" I told myself, "I can do this..."

   ;

   What's Sexy (fg Ince Sist)

   "Well?" She thought, "Uhm."

   I know, it was one of those kinda questions.  I know what sexy is, and
what is sexy.

   "You know, it's, whatever turns people on."

   Her, my sister.  That's what's sexy, and while I should be jealous.

   "What's that like?" As if I don't know.

   "Being horny?" She shrugged.  "I don't know."

   "Wha?" Wasn't expecting that, "Uh, huh?"

   "What?"

   "Really.  You've never even been horny?"

   "Uhm," she looked up.  "No," shook her head, "I don't think so."

   "But, you're, like.  17!"

   "I know," she shrugged.

   "But, doncha think that's, a little weird?"

   "Not really, most of my friends don't either."

   "Uh?"

   "What?" She finally looked back.  "Why?" At me, stopped thinking about
it, and looked down.  Across our room, between the beds, and noticed the
look on my face.

   "I do."

   "What?"

   "Get horny, play with myself, think about sex." I nodded, "A lot."

   "But you're 9?"

   "I know." Guess we're even, got telling eachother our ages out of the
way, by my face was already heating, up, and I was felling pretty squishy.
Inside, horny, turned on, whatever you want to call it, just talking to my
sister abot sex.

   "Then why'd you ask?"

   "Well," to turn you on, of course, "Uh, I don't, know what to do about
it, and you're," so sexy, "My big sister, and I don't know how to talk
about it with mom, and ever since I got my period, huh.  It's just,
embarassing."

   "All right, it's okay, calm down.  Breathe."

   "Sorry," I tried to stop hypeventilaing, but I guessed that helped, the
panic attack, anxiety at telling the truth, and worrying about what she'd
think, and how she'd feel, especially now that I know that she doesn't feel
it too.  So anyway, that drained all the blood out of my face.  "Hhuhuh!"
My hands shook, and my fingers looked so white I hardly recognized them

   "What's wrong?"

   "I'm gay." No other way to say it.

   "Oh, okay." She hugged me, and patted my back, so I started warming up a
little.  Again, not just from her warmth, but you know.  Her body, right
there, in bed, next to me.  "So, you don't even, play with yourself?"

   "God no," she laughed, but didn't let go.  It probably would be better,
if she did.  It was getting uncomfortable, again, and the dread was
starting to rise again.  "Huh, and you know.  You are.  So." I took a
breath, "Huh!  Sexy?"

   "Really?" She didn't let go.  "You think so?" She just took it, as a
compliment?

   "I don't really know how, to talk to, other girls about it, but." It's
not like I'm attracted to any of them, anyway.  "Yeah.  You are.  Haven't
you noticed?"

   "Well, it's not like, I look in the mirror, a lot.  I'm not vain, like
some of the girls at school, so no.  I haven't."

   "I mean, like." She really is, that oblivious?  "What about the boys, at
school?"

   "I don't know," she shrugged, "They're all right, I guess.  But, they
don't turn me on, or anything."

   "You haven't noticed them, looking at you?"

   "How do you know, you don't even go to my school?"

   "I know," 4th grade, "But I still see it.  Them looking at you, and
sometimes even hear them talking."

   "About me?" I nodded.  "Well?  What do they say?"

   "You know, you're hot?" I nodded, "Like all of them, even the ones who
know I'm your sister.  They come to me, and asked me if you're still
single. Or why you're still single, and if you're gay."

   "Well, I'm not."

   "Huh!" I nodded, "I know."

   "Chealsea?"

   "Mhm?"

   "What are you doing?"

   Touching her legs.  "Just trying to see." Rubbing up and down it, "If
you can get turned on."

   "Well," she didn't move my hand.  "Stop it."

   I didn't, "Aren't you even a little curious?" I just slowed down.

   "No?"

   "Are you sure?"

   "Huh!" She shook her head.  "Not really."

   "Then kiss me," like I always wanted her to.  "And find out."

   Not like a sister.

   "How's that?"

   "Huh!" Like that.  "How does this feel?" She blushed, but I can't tell.
Whether she's ashamed, or starting to feel it too.

   "Fine?"

   "Then try it again." Higher on her lap.  "Mh!" Biting my lip.  "Hhhh!"

   Then she kissed me.  For real.

   ;

   JiNa@PopularComputing.Com (FF Fant Role Play NS.  Talk Porn Nerd.)

   "Huh!" she got up, "Just isn't working for me." Turned off the vibe,
"You satisfied?"

   "Huh!  Yeah.  Let me catch my breath." 3 is probably enough, for a break
anyways.  "What's wrong?" She just dropped it in the sink.  To clean later,
and rinsed off her hands.

   "Well for one," she grabbed the towel, "I'm not bisexual.  It's okay,
you're attractive enough, you're just.  You know, a girl and all."

   "Yeah," I know.  "Huh?"

   "Another thing," she sat on the other bed, "Is the sister thing.  Or
room-mate, best friends, whatever.  Why, I usually do Strangers.  As roles,
because then I don't get distracted," she made loopy twirls beside her
ears, "Thinking about background, and.  Stuff."

   "Uh huh?" Naked, and did I mention a banging body?  Yeah, she's got one.
"I guess it's hard to imagine with the Oriental thing."

   "Oh yeah, and you prefer Oriental?"

   "Yeah," I thought about it, "Like, I said that Asian isn't specific
enough, but like.  The Orient is China, Korea, Japan, and like.  South East
Asia?  Like they called it the far-east, but that's east of Europe."

   "Yeah, we're like, far east of Korea."

   "Right?" Exactly, "Same ocean, but on the wrong side."

   "See, this helps a lot."

   "How'sat?"

   "Um, like.  You know, with the whole stranger thing?  Okay, like I can
play a stranger with my fiancee."

   "Oh, you're engaged?"

   No ring.  "Yeah, since November?  So anyway, it's not reverse
compatible. So, I can't really play friends with a relative stranger." She
held out her hand to indicate me.

   "Oh," I get it, "Yeah, so you just have to get to know me better."

   "Right?  So, how about we start with friends, and work our way up to
playing sisters?"

   "Or room mates?"

   She shook her head, "That's not as hot a fantasy."

   "No, I mean for reals." Looking around, "You say your room mate moved
out, but what's the rent on this place?"

   "$15 hundred?"

   "Right, and it's close." To work, "Or less of a commute, anyways.  So, I
need to get out of my family's house."

   "Yeah." She nodded.

   "And we can split the rent, and get to know eachother."

   "Yeah!  But first, I got to as you about, a couple things."

   "What'sat?"

   "Well, how do you feel about pornography?"

   "I love it?"

   "Really?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, good.  Cause, we kind of make it."

   "You're a porn star!?"

   "No," she thought, "Not really.  Um, well I guess Star is overstating
it, we do mostly Amateur stuff, but I'd have to say he's the star, really."

   "Your fiancee."

   "Yeah, cause crossdressing is like Fetish.  There's like a million girls
out there, but you ever search it online?"

   "Yeah!?" Like all the time?

   "Yeah so, like.  You know, if anyone searches for a TV story, well they
care more about that then the woman he's with."

   "Oh," maybe, "I guess.  So, you like behind the scenes more."

   "I mostly write the stories," she nodded, "That's really what I'm good
at, but you know guys like pictures and stuff."

   "I don't, really." She shook her head, "Have any idea, what guys like."

   "Oh.  Well, let me tell you.  Most of the guys on my site are like. 
Well, you know, guys with internet connections, so."

   "Nerds."

   "In a word, yeah.  So really, I have to think about them, and what they
want to see, unless they have a specific request."

   "So, it's like role-playing."

   "It is.  They don't want me.  An intern as some rinky-dink magazine,
they want Pamela Anderson.  Or, you know.  Oriental girls."

   "I always wanted to be a porn star."

   "For reals?"

   "Yeah.  And you're hot.  I know, you probably don't think so," from all
that she just said, or really the way she said it, "But yeah.  You are, hot
as hell."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, you got a banging body."

   "You think so?"

   "Yeah, take it from me."

   "So," she thought, "What do you do.  At the Magazine?"

   "You want to braid my hair?" So it will come out wavey, later.  "And I
can do yours, next."

   "Sure," she sat down.

   "Well, I'm a programmer."

   "Inter-network programmer/analyst."

   "Yeah,"

   "Research," she shrugged, "I looked it up, but what'sat.  Do, exactly."

   "Well, you know the AP, Compuserve, and the BBS?"

   "We have a BBS?"

   "Yeah, for the writers?  To do an article on how to set up a BBS, they
set up a BBS, and they can call in for more.  So anyways, the Boards don't
talk directly to the Associated Press, nor Compuserve.  So, we write
emulators, and translation programs, for us to share articles, and like. 
Information, between the networks."

   "Hence Inter-network."

   "Yeah."

   "So, I got that, and the programmer part.  Analyst?"

   "Yeah," shrug back, "I don't know about, just part of the job title."
But this works.  She's right, it helps.  She's so, well like brutally
honest sometimes, but we can't imagine being friends, and it's better to
just be friends.  And room mates, with benefits like doing porn together.
Not like lovers, just like friends, and co-workers in porn, but you know
what?  I'm Asian, can pass for a School girl, not like most guys care about
the differences between Chinese, Japanese, or Korean.

   Which would make me the Star, and straight or not, she can get me off.
Over and over, I don't even need a shower, but I'll get one.  In a minute,
so my hair kinks up good, after I do her hair.  To match, she tied them
off. "Done?"

   "Yeah."

   I turned around, "Turn around," so I can get hers.  Sure enough, it does
feel different.  Thinner, and not still warm from the flat iron, but I
don't know.  Like, maybe a little rougher?  Not as silky, and maybe
thinner. Strands, fibers, "Snh!  What kind of shampoo do you use?"

   "White rain.  You like it?"

   It gave me an excuse to smell her hair, so.  "Yeah."

   "You want to take some pictures?"

   "With you?"

   She shrugged, "Yeah?"

   "Oh yeah!  Maybe after a shower."

   "With me?"

   "If you'd like, that.  I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

   "Oh, no probs." She shrugged again, "I'm not.  Huh!  Uncomfortable with
you, at all.  In fact, this is real nice."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah, It feels wonderful."

   "Yeah," me too.  Just feeling her hair, pulls straight, and slip between
my fingers.  Curling half around to switch back and forth, twist around
like 2 interlacing coils.  "Huh!  I love your hair."

   "Why?"

   "It's so beautiful?"

   "Hah!  Never heard that one before."

   "Where's the hair tyes?"

   "On the dresser?" I held that side, and fished one out of the bag.  "Can
you turn, a little?" She nodded, too.  "Hold still." I finger combed it,
back from her bare shoulder, and neck.  "Hm."

   "Hm?"

   "You mind if I kiss you?  You shoulder, or neck?"

   "Nihimin?  No, not at all."

   "Huh!"

   "Relax," I rubbed her shoulders, and breathed on her neck.

   "So," she tried to, "You know how to set up a server, or site?"

   "On a network?" Shake my head, "I thought you said you had a site?"

   "No, I said for my site, when I get one."

   "Oh," that makes sense.  "Yeah?  I've co-wrote articles on it."

   "Written," she nodded, "I worked on one, fact checking, byegones.  So
anyway, I figure I need one, or a production company, but like a.  BBS?"

   "That would work, for the Erotica?"

   "Yeah, that's probably not going to cost as much, like I said we mostly
sell amateur stuff, on other people's systems.  I don't even have a
computer."

   "So you upload at work?"

   "Yeah but.  On break." she shrugs, but is starting to relax.  So, I
kissed her earlobe, and played with the garnet stud in it.  "Hmuh!" Rubbing
her arms, not feeling around front, to grope, and fondle those chest fruit,
but work my way around to it.  As she gets more comfortable.  Straight
girls, she's willing professionally.  That just means more work to do, to
get her in the mood.

   It's a hobby.  'yehah!' breathy, but not too loud in her ear, feeling
down to her elbows, and out her arms.  Brushing her hips with the sides,
and backs of my thumbs, and massaging back on her tight muscular tummy. 
She has abs, I saw them, and honestly got a little jealous of them as well.

   "Huh," she relaxed, "You ready for that shower?" Completely, and looked
back over her shoulder.

   "Yeah," kissed her cheek, and reluctantly let go.  Let her up, but
followed her.  To her bathroom.

   ;

   {Again, I'll leave you to fill in the blanks.  Bisexual Korean girl, and
hesitant white straight nerdy girl with a banging body.  Shower?  Go on,
it's up to me to fill in the blanks, and make it a plausible scenario...

   That's what it's about, or at least I'd try.  To show the reality behind
the fantasy, and leave the latter to you.  So far..}

   ;

   {I know, I tend to overthink these things.  So, here's where I at least
try to go straight into teh sex without Too much teasing, and
psychoanalysis.}

   ;

   "Hey, Kayleigh." She held the door open, "Cummon in."

   In an old teeshirt, and panties, it was Saturday, and she told me
before. Almost lunchtime, but she likes to stay up late.  On Friday nights,
and sleep in.

   "Mrs.  Stewart?" She turned around, and sat down on the couch.

   "What is it?" Frowning, I looked back from the tape case, in front of
the VCR.

   "Um," I don't know how to ask this, "Are you a lesbian?" I'd seen it,
she didn't hide them.  Her movies, she had a lot of them, and not all were
pornographic, but.

   "Huh!" she shook her head, "Not really.  I am bisexual, but.  Sometimes
I'm in the mood for men, while others I prefer women."

   "Oh," I sat down, crossed my legs.  "Is that why, you're watching." [No
Man's Land] right there on the side.  And I looked at the pictures, on the
box, but I never watched it.  Not really, but she does.  All the time, I
seen her through the patio door.  Naked, or like today just sitting around
in her bedclothes.

   "Would you like to watch it, with me?" She picked up the remote.

   With her hand in her underpants, squeezing her boobs in her shirt, or up
under it.  Sometimes she pulled it up, or took it off, or others she just
came out in the living room, naked, with a toy penis.

   I just joined her on the couch, since I couldn't see from the chair by
the door.  Or the patio door, but I could see her on the couch.  From her
patio, but this morning she just barely got started.  Before I finally got
brave, and went around.  To knock on her door, and put my feet up.  On her
coffee table.  I guess they just got started, they still had there bras on,
but pushed their nipples out, to kiss and suck on.

   "Hmh!" I rubbed my legs, knowing what I wanted to do.  With her, what I
want her to do with me, but still too nervous to ask.  "Hh!" I thought, if
she saw me, getting excited, she'd just do it, and skip the conversation,
but I guess she was scared too.  She just watched it, and didn't make any
move to touch me, or herself.

   I was getting hot, though, and felt her heat next to me.  Not touching
me, but so close, I could feel the heat from her arm, next to mine.

   "You ah.  Like, the movie?"

   I nodded.  "Uh!" I looked over, but she just held the remote.  Her legs
crossed, and her hand next to her.  On the couch, right next to her bare
leg, but not touching it either.  "I think I am."

   "Homosexual?"

   "Well," I frowned, "You know.  Gay, a lesbian?" I nodded, but didn't
really watch the movie.  I didn't care about it, I mean I wanted to.  Watch
it when she wasn't around, but right now, with her right there, and half
naked.

   "Huh!" She got up, and went in the kitchen.  "Enjoy the movie." In her
underwear, but the shirt hung down, so I didn't really see her panties,
stretched over her butt.  Or her privates, they hung down too low, but I
had.  Seen them, on the couch.  Not real good, as close as I would have
liked.  "I'm gonna make some bacon, and eggs, would you like some?"

   "I'm not really hungry," but she wouldn't look at me.  So, I could pull
my skirt up, over my tummy, and really rub my panties in.  "Nh, I like. 
You." I bit my lip, shocked that I could even say that much.  "Mh!  Hn!"

   "This was a mistake." She just put the lid on the sizzling bacon. 
"Maybe you better leave."

   "Oh, no!  I'm sorry.  I understand if, you don't.  Like me like that,
it's okay, but.  You think I could stay, and just watch the movie?"

   "Huh!" She just put her hands up, on the counter.  She wouldn't look at
me, and really all I wanted right then was for her to look at me, and see
me, how hot I was for her, and.  "She's just 12." To herself, shaking her
head, but she walked over to the fridge, and got out the eggs.  Ignoring
me, she opened the spout on some orange juice, and took a drink, but
glanced over.

   I smiled, but she looked away, and went back over to the stove.

   "Nh, hn!" So I grunted louder, but when she took the lid off, the bacon
sizzled louder.  So, I grabbed the remote, and turned up the sound.

   "Oh yeah!" The bar on the bottom disappeared, so I could see her pussy.

   "Hhihn!" It wasn't Her pussy, but you know.  It was pussy, anyway.  I
think she cut the hair on it, short but not shaved, and the other lady dug
her nose in.

   "Oh fuck yeah.  Suck it, suck that clit good."

   "Nh!"

   "SIPH!" it slipped back out, and snapped back.  So wet, and big?  I
don't know if it is, big for a clit, but more then I got.

   "NH!" I closed my eyes.  "Hhhhhh!" Relaxed, and just slowed down.  The
fabric was dry, and I was dry, but now it was too sensitive.  To rub it any
more, but i don't have to.  "HhHhihnnnnn!" I was a little wet.  In the
bottom, the little hole below the peehole, but I felt the twitches. 
Through the seat of my panties, and against them.  The white fabric sewn in
the crotch, and it tightened.  Clenching, and relaxing, so the damp fabric
dried it, but inched deeper, and deeper, between each muscular twitch.

   "Huh, fuck."

   Then she was there.  The cushion lurched, sideways from her weight from
her putting her knees down.  Sideways, next to me, and her hand under my
chin.

   I opened my eyes, to the dark under her hair, hanging over my face, then
her lips over my open mouth.  Waiting, wanting her, needing to taste her
breath until finally her tongue was slipping in, and licking around wetly.

   "Ohmh!"

   Finally!

   ;

   Trudy

   All right, I'm not made of stone.  I fought it, as long as I could, but
I knew what she was doing, and played hard to get?

   I tried, to resist her temptation, but she was practically begging me
to. Yeah, she's young.  Just 12 years old, and as much as that turned me
off, I could only stand her playing with herself on my couch for so long.
Was it something I said?  Sure, I should have put them up, my sexy movies,
and not exposed her to that.  Sure shouldn't have turned the TV back on,
and invited to watch it with me, but then it got awkward.  I told myself it
was nothing to be ashamed of, and even thought maybe it would scare her
off.

   I certainly didn't plan for this to happen.  Think that somehow it would
make her a lesbian, attracted to me, or.  "Huh!" Okay, maybe it didn't. 
She came over, to hang out with me, despite my age, and she said she didn't
like girls her age, not like that, but you know.  She didn't say anything,
really.  Come right out and say it, and is it conceited to think she did
because she found me attractive?

   I did, discover an attraction to older women, I suppose when I was about
that age, and I waited.  Until I was older, more developed, and, really
that still bothers me a little.

   Skinny little Kayleigh, I never thought about her like that, and despite
her age she wasn't showing any signs of development.  Even by the pool, in
that tight 1 piece, soaking wet, her nipples stood out from the cold, but
there wasn't even any of the telltale swelling under them.

   She was a kid, a little girl, that's all she ever was to me.  I
certainly didn't think she had any sexuality.  Much less homosexuality, but
now I have to admit I was wrong about that.  Not to mention her
development. "Oh!" She scooched, and when I looked down at her, slipping
her underpants down her pale hairless young thighs, I couldn't help but
notice she wasn't completely hairless.

   I gave up, couldn't feel any on her legs.  Hairs, nor stubble, either
they were too fine, or she shaved them, but she's not a child.  The
innocent little girl I had taken her for, because I hadn't looked.  At her
naked, even when she came over to change, and dry off from the pool.  They
don't have one, so she came over to the Apartments'.  "Hhuh!" Her sigh was
so deep, and ragged in my ear I was surprised it came from her, but she
felt my hand.  On her leg, and curled her tiny fingers around the side. 
Pulling it insistently, down her leg.

   Up like that, so her thighs sloped down, and in.  To the space between
them, the neat little thatch of fine fresh young hairs she'd been hiding
under her skirt.  Her plain pink panties, pulled down to the ankles so I
could see the white lining, unmarked by bloodstains.

   She didn't say to touch her, she didn't have to.  She just pulled up my
shirt, and felt under it when I did.

   I like tits.  I guess you could say I'm a tits girl, I like men too, but
really kind of don't like the fact that they have flat chests.  Like her's,
but she's so hot, I can smell her sweat, and.  Her sex.  I think she just
had an orgasm, she might have licked her fingers, or slipped some lube in
while I wasn't looking, but she was more than a little moist down there. 
Not soaked, but definitely very damp, and relaxed.  Inside.

   "Uh, yes!" She humped my finger.  My pinkie, I usually start small
myself, but honestly, I never done this before.  With someone else, never
touched another pussy, just played with mine watching porn, and wishing I
knew a shemale.

   Really, that would be ideal.  The best of both worlds, a dick, and tits,
unfortunately all of those I found at the video store looked fucked up in
some way.  To be expected, I don't know if anyone ever got exactly what
they wanted, but I sure haven't.  It's a fantasy, it's not real, and real
life would never conspire to make someone so impossibly perfect, much less
bring him/her to me, but a girl can dream right?

   "Huh!" But I know what to do.  "HhHhuhhhhh!" She relaxed again, and
scooted out.  On the couch, so her knees went up even higher, and I had to
move my hand.  My knuckles against her cute little pussy.

   "Fine."

   "Nh!" I pulled it out.  Held up my pinky, and smelled it.

   "Huh!" I got on the table.  "I always wanted to try this." Anyway,
licking my juice of my fingers, and imagining.  The were the real thing,
just like the homo ladies in the movies, until now.

   Now, I had it right in front of me.  "Snh!" So close I could smell it,
even stick out my tongue and taste it.

   Sure, she's young, but I just don't care any more.

   "Oh!" Her skinny little fingers slipped through my hair, and even pulled
it a little.  I wanted to say Ow or something, it hurt, but she clamped my
face in her thighs, and I couldn't.  She let go when I stuck my tongue in
her, so that's all I needed.  Was for her to stop pulling my hair.

   "Hmh!" I tasted her, and nodded.  "Snh!" Breathed in through my nose,
and shook it.  Gently to brush it back and forth through her pubes.

   "Hh!" She relaxed again, and then I felt her spasms.  Her opening
pulling up, and relaxing.  Her orgasm, right on my tongue, and dug it in as
deep as I could until I could taste it.  "Hhhhh, yeah!"

   ;

   Kayleigh

   Gertrude.  It's kind of a funny name, old timey.  She said she's named
after her grandma, Gerty, which explains it.  It's like a Grandma name, but
I like it.  It's her, "Trudy."

   "Mhm!" I blinked, down at her, licking her lips.  I stopped, twitching
inside, but I still felt this wonderful warm dizziness, swimming around in
my brain, and closed my eyes.

   "Hhhhh!" I ment to blink, or I didn't even thing about it, but, "Mh?"
She kissed me.  Just real quick, "Smooch!" Right there on the pussy lips,
and it felt delightful just to giggle!  "Ihihihm?"

   "You're delicious." She felt up, and down my legs.  Outside.

   "Come here," I pulled at the shoulders of her teeshirt, and sat up.  I
tasted it, before.  Not the first time I diddled off, I know what it tastes
like.  I'm glad she likes it, but for me it's more about where it comes
from.  My sex, that's what my pussy tastes like, so I guess I decided to
get used to it.

   I didn't mind it, on her lips.  I just wanted her to kiss me, and back
up like that, I could pull up her shirt again.

   "Oh," she sat back on the coffee table, and pulled it off.

   My eyes went wide, and my jaw dropped.  My lips grinned, when I closed
it, and bit one.  I'd seen them, before.  She really does walk around her
apartment naked a lot, and doesn't always close the blinds, but I guess
you'd have to actually get on her porch.  Climb over her fence to see her.
On the couch, or the coffee table, fucking her big plastic dick, and
watching straight porn.  Or Chicks with dicks, I don't know what to think
about that, but she rented them.  A bunch of times.

   But right now, with her there, in her panties, and picking up my hands
to lean over, and hang out all big, and hot, and red, and round, and heavy
for me.

   For me, these tits are for me.  Here, feel them?  Yeah.  "Come here,"
let me taste them, kiss them, taste the sweat between them, and under them.

   "OhH!?" God!  Even better then I imagined.

   "Nh, get the nipples."

   Don't have to tell me twice, I felt one, and pinched it out.  Squeezed
it until it bulged out on my lips, and sucked it in.  Oh yeah, fuck yeah,
this is it right here.  "Smq!" It snapped back, wet, and swollen, while I
squeezed out the other one, and pulled her over.  "Mh, wom, nh huh!" My
head turned, and I just held them both up.  To slip my face in between, and
bury it in their hot softness.  Lick some more of her sweat.  Tit sweat,
the best salty goodness I ever tasted, but then her panties were down. 
Brushing my knee, and she pulled hers up to slip her foot out.

   Kneeling, but I looked up at them.  Hanging over me, and framing her
face, smiling, and meeting my eyes.  They caught mine a moment, and I was
frozen by whatever beautiful thing I saw in them.  Happiness, they were
smiling like her mouth, then she pushed my shoulder.  "Lay down," sideways.
So she could turn around, and put her knee down.

   "Ow!" On my hair.

   "Sorry," she moved it so I could pull it out, but then it was there,
staring me right in the face.  So, I felt up her hips, and hugged her.  Up
side down, so I could pick up my head, and taste her.

   Finally taste her, and you know what?  She didn't taste like me at all.

   I kinda liked it, really.

   ;

   Trudy

   Live and learn, I guess?  Okay, if I had thought about it, I would have
just chalked it up to guys not really knowing what they have to work with.
As far as eating pussy, I never really got off on it, I had fingering
myself thinking about it, but now.  Well, maybe she's new to this, I'm not
real sure on that, when I don't even know how long she's been crushing on
me, and coming over to seduce me, but I never suspected.  So, maybe I'm not
the one to ask, but I was barely getting started when she came over, and
now.

   "Huh!" I just really had to get off.  "I think you have to fuck me."

   She sat up, so I lay back on the coffee table.

   "Mwokay," she wiped her mouth, "Where the dildo?"

   "Oh," I sat up on my elbows, "You think you could use your fingers?"

   She grinned, "Yeah," and bent over, between my legs.

   "Turn the tape off." It was distracting, but I just lay back.  Again,
and put my hands behind my neck.  "Mh!" Closed my eyes.

   "Sorry, is that okay?"

   "No, more." I could probably take her whole hand, or soon.  If she
wanted to work her way up to fisting, she does have such small fingers, and
hands, and she's so young, but right now I just have to get off, and not
think about it.

   Yeah, right.  Well?  It's not like I wasn't.  Sexual, when I was twelve.
Even bisexual, I wasn't sexually active with anyone else, but I sure wanted
to be.  It took me a while to learn, how to get off, but is that 3 fingers?

   "Hh, harder."

   "I don't want to hurt you."

   "I don't care, fuck me harder, and can you use more fingers?"

   She nodded, bit her tongue, and pulled out to her fingertips to work her
pinky in.

   "Like this?"

   "Hard, hH!  Nh, yeah, harder, harder!"

   Now I could hear it.  The wet sopping sounds in time to her plunging in
and out, hard enough to drive away the distractions, then her breath.

   "Hh, huh," short gasps, in time, it was a lot of work, but i didn't have
to tell her faster.  Faster, I pulled my hands out, not caring how hard the
table was on the back of my head to feel my shaking tits, and rub them
together, pulling and twisting my nipples, then her breath stopped.  So she
could kiss me, and her lips sucking out my clit so it snapped back, and
"LlLlLlH!" Lapping it, faster than her knuckles pushing into my lips, and
spreading me.  Half her hand, almost up to her thumb, working in, and
twisting, and curling together to feel up inside me, and wiggle around the
top of my vaginal wall, and.

   "NHHHHHHHHH!" I bucked, and she slipped out.  "NGH!" It broke free, I
felt it gush out, rolling wetly down my ass, and the tops of my thighs.

   "Huhhhhh!" She kissed me, and lapped over the sluicing juice to taste my
climax.

   "AHHHHN!  FUCK!" Yeah?

   She may be young, but that was instantly the best sex I ever had.

   "Huh!' I had to push her face, "Stop, stahp!" I had to breathe.  "Huh!
Before I pass out!" I pulled my knees up, together, and hugged them against
my chest until I could catch my breath.  Curled up like a baby on the
coffee table, until my hip, and shoulder started to hurt.

   ;

   Talk

   {Okay, IDK if you got off on that, but now it's time for me to say a few
things.  So, you might want to move on, they're probably going to have sex
again, but honestly women having sex with tweenage girls without talking
about it is a fantasy.  Not my fantasy, I went ahead and skipped past all
the things they don't have to talk about.  How they met, where Gertude
works, and so forth, but at some point they have to cover all the subjects
they avoided, because they didn't know how to start the conversation...}

   ;

   "Huh!" I sat back on the couch, and it almost felt like I got off again.
"Whew!" It never took so much for me, but then I never even dreamed of
trying to stick 4 fingers in.

   "Hhuhuh!" She sat up, shook her head, and held it.  Her hair hanging
over her hands, and arms, so I couldn't see the look on her face.

   "You okay?"

   "I don't know, I just.  Realized what I just did."

   "Well, okay.  You made love to me, that's not a bad thing?  Come here,
let's snuggle on the couch a little, okay?" I had to get up, but she layed
out.  So I could tuck my shoulder under her arm, and put my head on hers.
And feel her body, like I always wanted to, ever since I saw her kicking
back by the pool.  Reading a book, I forget what one, but I didn't care.

   She held it up, in front of her big floppy hat, and sunglasses, so I
couldn't see her face, but I could just stare at her, and she didn't
notice.

   Her tits.  "Smq," I kissed the top of the one on my side.  "Huh, I love
your tits." Felt her tummy.

   "You know, huh.  I really prefer older women."

   "Well, you're what, 25?"

   "Twenty two, but I mean, you know.  Older than you.  I'm sorry, but."

   "I know, believe me, I can't wait to grow up, and have a body like
yours."

   "Well, you know I let myself go.  Since the summer."

   "No, I love it." I squeezed her tummy, "I kinda miss, being fat."

   "Huh!" She thought, looked at me.  "I thought you went on a diet, or
something."

   "Nope, I just hit puberty.  Huh!  Trust me, I tried eating, a lot, I
think I'll grab some of those eggs now." I got up.

   "Go ahead," she sat up, and the VCR clicked.  Whirred, and started
running back.

   "Huh!" I grabbed to OJ.  "Kah!" Looked around, "You got any toast, or
something?"

   "Tortillas, on the top shelf." So, I made a breakfast burrito, and took
the half carton back to the sofa with me.  "You know," I hit Eject, "This
is really bad, huh?" Slipped it back in the box.

   "I know, I couldn't help myself."

   "No, not that." I waved it, "The movie?"

   "Well, it's not really a movie so much as sex sex sex."

   "Yeah, well.  I could barely watch it, it was so fake."

   "Well, huh.  You've done this before."

   "Yeah," back on the shelf, I sat down on the end of the sofa, and she
handed the burrito.  "Yeah, I had sex before.  Sorry." I lied.

   "Oh no.  It's a relief, really.  I thought I."

   "I took advantage of you.  You really played hard to get, a long time,
but yeah.  You could've given up, sooner."

   "What's she like?"

   "My ex?" I shrugged.  "Huh!  Older, then you.  Not like wrinkly old,
but, you know.  Married, kids, a child molester."

   "She molested you."

   "Yeah?" Didn't I just say that?  "Huh!  Her daughter, first.  Well, her
oldest, but then her youngest was too young, so.  You know, she had me fill
in, for a couple years between."

   She swallowed, set down the carton, so I grabbed it.  Chewed up a bite
that was mostly tortilla, since it was on the end.  Nice and fat, not
really greasy from the eggs soaking it up, but she fried them in the bacon
grease, and added a lot of cheese.  She got up, dropped the plate in the
sink, and the carton in the trash.

   "You cuddled enough?"

   "I guess," I grinned, "But I wouldn't mind some more.

   She pulled the chain, so the blinds turned, then the pulley to draw them
across the patio door.

   "Well, I need a shower."

   "I could use one too, when you're done?"

   "I don't mind, it's big enough for both of us."

   "I know," I used it.  After swimming with her.

   "So, you really.  Hung out with me, to seduce me?"

   "Well, I don't know." Already naked, I had to take off my skirt, and
top. Kicked off my shoes when I got on the couch, but she looked at me, and
frowned.  "What?"

   "You really don't diet?"

   "I told you.  I tried everything, but I just seem to get skinnier."

   "And taller," she kissed my head.  Reached behind me to pull the shower
curtain.  "I'm sure you will.  Develop more.  I knew girls like that, when
I was younger.  They hit puberty, and shot right up, before they grew out."

   "Well, I liked being fat." I pouted.

   "Why?"

   "I don't know, you ever been this boney?"

   "Oh, your not."

   "Yeah, I am.  I bump into stuff, all the time, and it was just more
comfortable, when I had a little to cushion them."

   "Well, I don't like it.  Being fat, I mean."

   "Uh!  You're not.  Fat, at all.  Look at you, I know it's hard to see
from there, but you ever really looked at it in the mirror?  Because I sure
have, you're hot.  You're so hot and sexy, I can't wait to have a body like
this, but until then, you don't mind me appreciating yours?"

   "No," she grinned, and chucked my chin.  So I'd get on my tippy toes,
and kiss her.  In the water, my wet hair washing down my back, and her
chest so soft on mine.

   "Huh!" I looked down, and felt her hips.  Her big broad soft womanly
hips, and even her tummy against me.  It's not like a belly, it's not that
fat.  It's not flat neither is all.  And I wouldn't like it if she was. 
I'm flat, and skinny, and I hate it.  That lady was, tall and skinny like a
skeleton, and she did diet.  And shave, and.  "Uh!"

   "I loveit.  Huh, even the extra pounds you put on since summer." While
they're right there, and the suds washed off, I felt up to hold her wet
tits, and kiss them again.  "Especially these."

   "Well, huh!' She blushed, all the way down her neck.  "You know, they're
more trouble than they're worth." Shut off the water.  So, I pulled the
curtain, and grabbed the towel when I got out.  Handed it to her, but the I
jumped.

   "Wahuh!" When she pinched my butt!?

   "Huh!" she grinned, and turned.  Her head sideways, so she could lean
down, still grinning.

   I grinned back, and closed my eyes.  Turned to get my nose out of the
way, and kiss her back.  Sideways, I like that.  Too, I think she does,
because she almost always does.  Kiss me like that, sideways.  So we can
open our mouths wide, and really let our tongues play together.

   With the damp towel, pressed between us, and her hands tight around my
butcheeks.

   So, she could pick me up, and take me to bed.

   She put the towel down, on the pillow for our hair.  So we could cuddle
together, and talk.

   We really needed to, talk a little more.  But there was more room to
cuddle with her, without almost falling off the side of the bed.

   "So," I rolled her fun bags around with my hands, "How are these more
trouble then there worth?"

   {That's the fantasy, because at this point she's still incapable of
introspection.  She retreats off to her own little world, whenever someone
gets to close to a truth, like her Asexuality, and lack of Empathy.  So,
she can at least pretend to have sex, as long as she's playing the top, or
a similar role.  Like a Child Molester.}
   ;