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Subject: RP: "I kissed a Girl" by VanDerael (ff, teen) chapters 1-3

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Subject: "I KISSED A GIRL" *CH. 1* [ff,teen,virg,pett,reluc,real]
From: vanderael@aol.com (VanDerael)
Date: 26 Aug 1996 04:52:16 -0400


MUST BE 18 TO READ THIS. SEE THE INTRO.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER ONE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CONTENTS: Rick Is A Jerk / A Confusing Moment In Bathing / Denial, Vicki,
And Another Day At School / Vicki Fakes Being A Lover / Ending The Movie
Early / The Best Fucking I've Ever Had 


	"See you at school tommorrow," I said. My date, Brian, was a
nervous mess. He wasn't accustomed to being in this scenario. 
	"Oh, um, ahhh..." He sputtered. Normally, I would've kissed him.
But I haven't ever kissed anyone. Not even Rick (I don't know why). I
didn't want to start with Brian.
	"Good night." I said and stepped inside my house and closed the
door, leaving him outside. He'd leave after awhile.
	I didn't really care about Brian, I was trying to get over my old
boyfriend Rick. Rather, my first boyfriend Rick. He broke up with me about
a month ago because "I just wasn't where he is socially." What a jerk.
It's because he was going out with me that he got where he is. (I only
went out with him in the beginning because he helped me through my
mother's death) Now, I'm not extremely popular, but if I want I can get
just about any boy (below Rick's precious "social level") to go out with
me. Brian for instance. Mainly it's because of my looks. I'm rather tall
(5'10"), I have long legs but I'm not stalky, blonde, and slightly more
busty than most my classmates. Most guys say I'm "cute," cheerleader
material, but I'm not that preppie. I think my face looks better than most
girls, and I'm pretty humble usually. My Dad says I look like Heather
Locklear. Maybe I do.....
	I took off my shoes and put them by the staircase, and ran up to
the second floor. My Dad, who is a little hard-of-hearing, was sitting in
the easychair in his bedroom reading the Saturday Evening Post.
	"Dad," I said, he didn't hear me.
	"Dad!" I yelled. He looked up. "I'm home."
	"Oh, hi Julie. How was your date?"
	"Fine," I said loudly. He nodded and returned to The Post.
	I turned and went up the second flight of stairs to the third
floor, which consists of my (large) room, bathroom, and landing. I love my
room. The landing has a lockable door, and I'm the only one with a key.
It's soundproof, so I can blast music as loud as I want and have no one
can hear. I have a heated waterbed that's the big enough for four that I
can't live without (I just got it just yesterday, tonight will be night
#2) The bathroom is spacious and has something fun: a custom made Jacuzzi
bathtub. 
	The couple who lived in our house before us were a, er,  romantic
couple, so had a bathtub made especially with them in mind. First, it's
deeper than most baths. Like 3 feet. Second, it's wide enough for two
people to bathe or do you-know-what in. Third, it has something I haven't
told anyone but my best friend Vicki about (I'll get to Vicki later): the
jets are positioned to stimulate the more sensitive parts of a woman's
body. I'm lucky I'm almost exactly the same size as the lady that lived
here before, or else it wouldn't work right. Remember, I'm a virgin and
haven't so muched as kissed anyone, but I know that this Jacuzzi rivals
even mediocre sex. I've tried it more than a couple times. (Once a week I
allow a little masturbation)
	There are two jets on either of sides, one under your ass, and one
in front you. The front two side jets shoot across your chest with a
strong current that makes your nipples hard. The one under your ass makes
a thick stream that goes right up and in you. The bottom two side jets and
the front one stimulate your pussy from a distance. It's a teasing
feeling, and hard to get to turned-on by. There's more jets for more
conventional purposes, and a detachable hose with removable shower nozzle.
	I slipped out of my skirt (the long one for Brian) and my blouse.
I closed the door to the bathroom and locked it. I was looking in the
full-length mirror behind the door at my 8th grade self. At this point I
was wearing just my bra and underwear. I giggled and made a Playboy-like
pose; pushing my hair up, winking my eye half way, opening my mouth ever
so slightly, and crossing my legs... God I'm sexy. I have just enough
body-fat to be cute, and no more. Perfect curves.
	It was so funny looking at a girl this way (even though it was me)
I just broke down laughing. It unsnaped the bra and kicked off the undies.
It took me a minute to get the water the right temperature, but I got it
hot enough. I slipped into the tub, and got centered over the jets. I
reached over to hit the jet switch and --
	Ecstacy. For some reason I just really enjoy having something in
my ass, it's just so pleasing. That jet was just so soothing. I let out a
soft moan. I pictured a naked stud making love to my ass, it was sooooo
good. I closed my eyes and moved my hands slowly up to my breasts,
circling to nipples with my fingers and feeling the softness of myself. I
continued to squeeze the left breast while I moved my hand down my tanned
stomach. A shudder went through my body. Even with the scalding water, I
got goosebumps. The water was flowing through my anus. I rubbed my clit
with my thumb while sticking four fingers into my pussy. I pumped my hand,
getting a rythym. The stud was fucking me from the front now. 
	It was very exciting, but for some reason tonight I just wasn't
getting anywhere. I blanked my mind and just focused on the water going up
my ass. Right then something strange happened -- an image flashed in my
head. A sexy 14-year-old girl in the same Playboy-like pose I had tried in
front of the mirror. She was winking at me and blowing kisses, making
provocative moves. I tried to clear it, but it wouldn't go away. The
strangest part: it was more excting than the wildest fantasy I'd had about
a man. I climaxed almost instantly, and it was huge. I nearly hit my head.
	At first I just sat there in amazement at my huge orgasm. Then in
confusion. Why had that girl turned me on so much? I was almost scared.
Usually after I climax, I just forget my fantasy and if I do remember it
it just turns me off. I remembered this girl very clearly, and what's more
I was still turned on by her, but in a different way. Oh I was so
confused! I sat there for ten minutes with my juices floating around me. 
I was still scatter-brained. I had more questions than answers.
	I decided to think it over after I got cleaned up. I drained the
water out of the Jacuzzi bath, refilled it and cleaned myself for real. I
was in a complete daze. How long had I been in the tub? It seemed like
days. Soon I was done, and I got out and toweled off. I blow-dried my long
blond hair and brushed my teeth. When I was done, I turned and looked at
myself nude in the mirror again. Seeing a perfect female body made me
horny again. As aroused as I was, I was scared out of my mind. I thought I
might be sick. I had never heard of a girl liking other girls. I must be
sick.
	I unlocked and opened the door and left the bathroom. I threw on a
T-Shirt and some soft shorts and got in bed, throwing the light switch on
the way. I stayed up all night wonder what was wrong with me. When I
finally did get to sleep, I had dream that I was making out with the
drummer from U2.
	The next morning I woke up and felt better because of my more
normal dream. Actually, I was in denial that I ever got turned on by girl
and thought it was all a nightmare. I got ready for school and walked
slowly to the bus stop. I waited alone at the stop for awhile, and when
the bus finally came, I nearly missed it because I thought I might just
walk...
	When I got on, I nodded to some of the girls I knew and went and
sat next Vicki VanDerael, my very best friend in the whole world. Vicki is
a BABE. Totally hot in every way. She has no body fat at all. She's my
height with jet black hair and a very large bust for a 14 year old. She
has perfect thighs and a FLAT stomach. She's just a boy magnet, a little
more than me. Vicki is the most feminine person in the world.
	"Hey, Julie!" she said.
	"Hi, Vic." I said with a smile. Vicki was grinning. She had the
attention of maybe 5 guys. Vicki leaned over and whisperd in my ear.
	"These boys are all over me! I think it's my new skirt... do I
look like a slut?" Vicki was wearing a rather short skirt indeed, but not
too slutty.
	"Nope," I said. She grinned and winked.
	Once at school, we did our regular classes. At lunch this stud
named Jake said "Hi" to me and I felt way better about this whole "liking
girls" nonsense. Sometimes I wish so much I could experience intercourse,
I nearly burst. Now was one of those times. I managed to get through the
day without running to the WC and masturbating. It was Friday, so Vicki
and I planned for her to come over to my house and stay the night. We were
going to watch some movies and stay up and girltalk and gossip and the
like. It was going to be fun.
	On the way home, Vicki and I talked about boys, boys, boys. The
whole way. That's all Vicki has on her mind, and I don't care. She's not
sex-crazed, just really digs guys a whole lot. Vicki's great. When we got
home, we found a note from my Dad that said he had to leave on an
emergency business trip and would be back on Monday.
	Vicki and I hit the books, wanting to finish our homework before
it would become a burden. We finished around five, and got some leftover
tacos to eat for dinner. Over dinner, Vicki and I talked about sex.
	"So," said Vicki, "how old are you going to be before you have
sex?"
	"I would have sex now, but I don't think anyone would want to fuck
me." Vicki seemed to get excited at this.
	"Oh, but baby!" she said, doing a lame imitation of a boy, "You're
so sexy! I could do you right now!" I laughed. She is so funny. By now I
totally forgotton my little episode last night. Vicki went on, walking
over to me from across the table. "Oh! Oh! I'm getting hard just looking
at you!" I laughed again and stood up too. "Come'ere, babe!" she said. She
grabbed my hips and pretended to fuck me. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I was laughing so
hard I was crying. Lately Vicki and had pretended one of was guy and
making moves on the other as a joke. It was hilarious. She stopped and
giggled. "Come'on, let's watch the movie."
	So we did. I can't remember which one it was, though. But during
the sex scene in the movie, I had one of those cravings for sex. Right
then, I had my idea: Vicki and I could please each other, just as an
experiment. It was the craziest thing I'd heard of. If Vicki accepted,
what if she took it for more than an experiment? What if she refused? She
wouldn't be my friend anymore. I wanted sex so bad, it clouded my
judgement.
	"Hey Vicki, how about we give each other oral sex?" I said. Vicki
laughed, and looked at me. I looked dead serious, and she looked hopeful.
It might have worked, but I chickened out.
	"Just kidding!" I said. Vicki looked dissapointed, almost hurt,
but tried to cover it up. I knew it right then: Vicki wanted the same
thing. Ever since we pretended to fuck each other, we secretly hoped the
other one wasn't joking. "Oh, god," I thought, "I might actually have sex
tonight." I had wanted it my whole life. Actually going one-on-one with
another living, feeling, loving person. We knew each other well enough. We
both wanted it, and besides, I don't think we go so far as to stop liking
boys altogether. It was just for pleasure, not love.
	Right then, I thought I was the only girl to ever dream this up,
and that Vicki just happened to know me and want it too.
	"Vicki," I said uneasily, turning off the TV, "let's go upstairs,
I want to ask you something." Vicki looked hopeful again. I think she
could feel what I was going to ask coming.
	"Okay..." she said. Suddenly right then I wanted to hold her hand.
I reached over and grasped it as I stood up, and pulled her up. She didn't
try to let go. We stared into each other's eyes. It was so confusing,
exciting, scary, and romantic at the same time. I broke the spell and led
her upstairs. In my room, I sat her down on my bed beside me.
	"Oh, god,"  I said, "I don't know how to ask this, um... Well, you
know how much I have wanted to have sex."
	"Yes," said Vicki sounding as anxious as I felt, "I feel the need
also." My heart fluttered. I reached out and put my hands on hers. She
smiled.
	"Okay," I said, letting out a deep breath. "Well, I was thinking;
since we both want sex so much, we could, well, experiment on each other
and we could, well........." I trailed off. She nodded.
	"It's a good idea, I think, um..." said Vicki, "and it would be
just for the sake of pleasure, not for anything else."
	"Yeah!" I said, really excited. She knew exactly what I was
talking about.
	"Julie," she said, "I've wanted this ever since last year. I got
these urges -- well, you know what I'm talking about. I could never get
the nerve up to ask you. I didn't know if you wanted it or not. That's why
I've been kinda of playing with you, just to see how you react. But this
is still just an experiment, you know? Just to see what it feels like..."
	"Right," I said. Now I didn't know what to do. I was shivering all
over, but not cold shivers, hot ones. I was just quivering with excitment.
Luckily, Vicki seemed to have this all planned out. She pushed me back on
my bed, slowly and carefully.
	"Are you ready?" she asked. I could only nod.
	Vicki had me laid all the way back on the bed, and she lied down
on top of me. Oh, god. It felt so intense. I could feel her soft breath on
my neck and face. She moaned a little, and I spread my legs a little so
she could get in between them. Vicki moved down my body a few inches, then
pulled my blouse over my head. She looked up at me and grinned, then
pushed her hands underneath me and undid my bra. My breasts bounced free.
I was overcome by a wave of ecstacy, and reluctence. I was just now I
realized I was really going to fuck another person, and not only that, a
woman.
	"Are.. you.. sure.. we.. should.. do this?" I said between
breaths. Vicki answered by putting her mouth over on my nipples. My cheast
heaved with excitment. I couldn't help a moan. She sucked the whole top of
my breast and tounged my nipple without removing her mouth. She kept
sucking and licking and tounging... my nipples were rock hard. She finally
removed her lips and dragged her toungue across my breast to the other
one, where she did the same thing. I was getting so horny, I had never
imagined sex being this good! I grabbed her ass and pulled it up me. This
gave Vicki an idea. She dropped her pants, and removed her panties
beneath, revealing the most beautiful shaved pussy I have seen in my
entire life, dripping wet. She removed the rest of my clothes, and got on
top of me again. She thrust her hips in and out like a man, rubbing her
clit against mine. It felt so good, I forgot where I was. She kept pussy
grinding me while a grabbed her ass and rubbed her harder against me.
	Before long, she came all over between my legs. The gush of fluid
made me climax as well, multiple times. She kept grinding a little, then
slowed down to stop, collapsing onto me. I was lost in pleasure, even
after my orgasm I was feeling like it was still going.

STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER TWO!!!

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Subject: "I KISSED A GIRL" *CH. 2* [ff,teen,virg,pett,reluc]
From: vanderael@aol.com (VanDerael)
Date: 30 Aug 1996 04:51:38 -0400

"I KISSED A GIRL" *CH. 2* [ff,teen,virg,pett,reluc]
a story in many chapters

by Brenda VanDerael. Copyright 1996, Brenda VanDerael, all rights reserved.
MUST BE 18 TO CONTINUE. READ THE INTRO. REFER TO PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER TWO~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CONTENTS: The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test / Julie Exposes Her Fantasy /
Getting Close / What Are We, Vick? / Vicki Is Wiser Than She Should Be /
The Long Talk / How Vicki Feels / Julie Gets Hit


        "OooOooOooOooOoo," I moaned. Both of our bodies went completely
lax. I was swimming in ecstacy. My whole body was tense and at peace at
the same time. I was flying... the only feeling I could compare this to
was the descriptions of the acid trips in "The Electric Kool-Aid Acid
Test." I didn't even feel those either. It was the best fuck I've had.
Ever, even to this day, that first one with Vicki was the best.
	Vicki made a "mmmmmmmmmmmm" sound. She was lying with her hips in
between my thighs, our breasts pressing against one another, her arms out
to the sides crossing over mine, and her head on my shoulder. It was a
good feeling to have Vicki there so close to me. It wasn't exactly sexual,
more of a safe, happy, romantic even feeling. It was the aftermath
feeling.
	I managed to crane my neck up to kiss her on the cheek.
	"Do you realize what we just did, Vicki?" I asked. She just kinda
of made an "Uh-huh" sound and said,
	"That was great." Better than any experiment, but what I kept
telling myself was that this was just an experiment, and that we weren't
weird social misfits.  Vicki lifted herself up on one elbow and then
rolled over onto her back, groaning as she did so. 
	No we were lying side-by-side on my waterbed, with our arms around
our shoulders. I curled my leg around Vicki's, and rubbed it up and down a
little bit. Vicki smiled and closed her eyes.
	"Vicki, you know what I fantasize most about?"
	"What's that?"
	"Well, most people fantasize about having sex with someone, and
having it be really wild and stuff. I do that when I'm finger-banging
myself, but I have day-dreams of something else." I stopped for a moment
while I turned turned on my side and curled up a little in Vicki's arms,
which were around me know. She felt so warm, and close and loving... I
reached my hand up to trace the outline of her lips with finger-tips. She
let me do it. I gently pressed between them and Vicki sucked the tip and
ever so lightly. I giggled softly and removed my now moist finger. I put
my hand on her breast and and she took in a sharp gasp. I started tracing
my finger around her nipple and continued while she moaned in pleasure
under her breath.
	"Anyway, my fantasies have do with just being in bed with someone
and having them hold you..." I sighed happily, my fantasy was coming true,
"and just lying there with them all-night in a half-asleep state,
cuddling."
	"I like it," she said.
	"Mmmmmmm. Let's not get wild, just stay here in bed and caress
each other."
	"Okay........................" said Vicki, trailing off. I pulled
up the covers over our beautiful naked bodies and cuddled up next to
Vicki, who did the same to me. I was all hot from the heavy blanket and
Vicki right next to me, but I had goose-bumps anyway. It was just as good
as the sex. But it was still just an experiment, right? I was so confused,
so happy, and so ashamed. But why? There were so many questions. I didn't
love Vicki, that was set, but I did admire her so much... "my lover can
help me answer my questions" I thought. And was just then I relized; I
wasn't a virgin anymore, I had a lover I didn't really love, and it was a
girl. I drifted off to sleep feeling a little bit of myself melt inside,
and another part awaken.
	
	* * *

	When I did wake up in Vicki's arms, she was still asleep. Daylight
poured through my open windows and spilled out onto the floor and over the
walls. I sighed. I was just going to stay right there in Vicki's arms
forver... I reached over and massaged her breasts softly. I could hear her
purring almost.	
	"Hey, Julie." she said sleepily, and squeezed me. Oh, it felt
good. She had totally enclosed me in her.
	"What are we Vicki?" I said. I didn't mean to sound sharp, but I
think that's how it came out. Vicki loosened her grip. I didn't like that.
	"Well," she said, "we're just experimenting with sex, you know."
	"Yes, but what if you were my boyfriend? Or girlfriend, I guess."
	"Women that love women are called lesbians, Julie." It's the first
I'd ever heard that word. It sounded natural.
	"Are we lesbians?" I asked.
	"Well, no. Not exactly. You still like boys, right? Yeah, and we
don't love each other like that, we just please each other sexually. So
the answer is no."
	"I guess." I said.
	"Actually, Julie, I have a confession to make." She sounded unsure
of herself. "I am a lesbian, and have loved you since we met." I was
shocked. All this time, and I had never known. She continued. "Julie, I
didn't think you even knew what a lesbian was, so I kept my feelings to
myself and surrounded myself with boys. I just denied it. But just
recently, I have fully realized I can only love women."
	"Vicki -- I..." I didn't what to say. "I wish I could feel the
same, but I just don't know, it's all so new."
	"I know, I know. Let's just lay together for awhile." And we did.
I thought about boys. I thought abou them long and hard -- a full two
hours while we lay in silence massaging each other lightly. I thought
about love, marrige, sex, everything. I thought about kissing, and when I
did, I knew I had never kissed a boy. It wasn't right. It just didn't feel
right. It just slapped me in the face, that thought. It hit me when I was
down. But it was good for me, I knew that maybe I still liked boys a
little, but I loved Vicki. I must have for some time.
	"Vicki." I addressed her. She looked over at me, somewhat sad. Her
eyes were watery. She had been crying silently. "Oh, Vicki." I said, and
hugged her tight enough to squeeze the sad out of her. I pulled down the
covers a little. It was cold outside, and cold in the house. But Vicki was
warm.
	I got up and kneeled over her pelvis, in the same posistion we had
been in last night, when she fucked me. But now wasn't the time for sex. I
bent down and got face-to-face, lying on top of her. I streched my legs
out down hers and she shivered. I put my arms around her neck and looked
into her moist green eyes, just inches away.
	"I love you, Vicki." I wispered softly. She smiled. "Kiss me." I
said, and meant it. I wanted to seal my love with the most sacred of
things I knew -- the kiss. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against
hers. She made that purring sound again. I opened my mouth a little and
pushed tongue in past her teeth. She pressed forward hard, getting my
tongue as far down her throat as she could. She massaged it with her
tongue and sucked on it lightly. I could taste her, and she tasted better
that anything I had ever tasted, ever. I pulled my tongue back and sucked
hers into my mouth, doing the same thing. After a while, she pulled it
back in and we sucked on each others lips, finsihing the kiss off. When I
removed my lips finally, she exhaled hard.		
	"Oh, god I love you." she said.
	
CHAPTER THREE IS OUT WHEN I FINISH IT.

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Subject: "I KISSED A GIRL" *CH. 03* [ff,teen,virg,pett,reluc]
From: vanderael@aol.com (VanDerael)
Date: 8 Sep 1996 22:13:46 -0400

Yay! Yay! It's out! It's out!
Read the FAQ at the end of the story!

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"I KISSED A GIRL" *CH. 03* [ff,teen,virg,pett,reluc]
a story in many chapters

by Brenda VanDerael. Copyright 1996, Brenda VanDerael, all rights reserved.
MUST BE 18 TO CONTINUE. READ THE INTRO. REFER TO PREVIOUS CHAPTERS.

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER THREE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
CONTENTS: It Might Rain / The Pain Of Being Julie / Sorry, Vicki / You
Never Lose In Your Razorblade Shoes / Fone Sex!


        "Mmmmmmm, Vicki." I said.  I had just rolled off her and we were
pressed together on our sides. Any closer and we would have been hugging. 
That's what I would have been doing, but I wanted to look at her.  She was
more beautiful than ever before.  Vicki was smiling softly.  I reached up
and touched her face.  It was warm to the touch. She was quivering.  Or
was it me? I had that cold and hot feeling.  My mother might have said "It
might rain, but then again, it might not."  I traced her line-less face,
down along her chin, circling her lips (she liked that), across her nose,
down her temple, and then I ran my fingers through her sexy jet black
hair. She was purring again, in her own way. I traced my other hand's
index finger down along chin, down her neck, and down to her breasts,
where my hand rested. I couldn't get over her breasts. She was so
beautiful.
	"You're so beautiful." I said in a whisper.
	"No I'm not." she said, joking, like an amateur artist says about
her paintings.
	"Yes you are." I said. She didn't answer me that time, just kissed
me lightly on the lips. I shuddered from the taste of her. It was sweeter
than sugar sprinkled on sugar.
	"Vicki," I started, it was time to tell her, "Listen, there's
something I want to tell you that's kind of difficult, um, here it goes: I
don't think I'm actually lesbian, and I--" She went hysterical before I
finished. Vicki whipped over onto her other side, and began to more than
sob before I could complete my words.
	"Vicki!" I felt a pang of fear, worry, and panic, "wait, wait, let
me finish! Please, Vicki! I --"
	"How could you do that to me?!" she screamed between sobs. Her
face was streaming with tears, her eyes were red, and her face was
scrunched up. "You said you loved me! You, you, BITCH!" Those words hurt
me more than anything ever had. I would have rather had my right arm cut
off with a rusty pocket knife than hear her say that. I still would.
	"After all that! You used me, you slut! You're no better than a
whore!"
	"No, Vicki, stop, please you're hurting me! Listen -- " I started
to break down right there, sobbing. It was really bad. I felt so terribe. 
	"You listen, Julie, you fucking bitch!" she screamed, "Don't you
dare tell me about hurt!" I was crying now. She (fell) out of bed and
grabbed a pair of loose shorts, I think they were some old boxers, from
the pile clothes I had strewn about the floor in the past days and put
them on.
	"Oh, Vicki, no! You misunderstood, please, I'm sorry, I didn't
mean that I--" I couldn't finish what I was saying I was crying so hard
now. She had almost killed me, I felt like I wanted to die. Vicki found a
loose sweatshirt among those clothes and put it on too. She stormed
through the door and slammed it behind her.
	"Oh, god, oh no, oh noooooooooooooooooooo......" I wailed. I was
crying harder than is humanly possibly, and rivers were gushing from eyes.
I cryed so much then that later I was dehydrated. I sat there wailing,
then crying, then sobbing, then pouting, then thinking. I sat there
thinking for a while, figuring Vicki had gone home by now (it had been an
hour, maybe 70 minutes) and was completely saddened and angry by what I
had said. I pouted a little more then realized that the crying hadn't done
me any good.
	I looked up for the first time since I started my little fit, and
found something that shocked me out of my head. Vicki had left my room and
slammed the door alright, but where did she go? Not to the landing, like
she, and I for that matter, expected, but had actually Vicki had gone into
my bathroom. She had been in there this whole time, too embarassed to come
out again and leave through the normal door. My god, she had been there
listening to me, and for an hour too. She must have been mortified.
	I got out of bed and put on a loose t-shirst and my other pair of
shorts. I tip-toed over to the bathroom and sat down next to the doorway.
	"Vicki?" I whispered softly, "Vicki, I know you're in there." I
waited several minutes I think, but all I heard was hard breathing.
"Listen, Vicki, I'm sorry that that went down the way it did. Really.
Please, if you had just let me finish this never would've never
happened..." I heard her sobbing from behind the wood door. My eyes were
watering a little again, but I pressed on.
	"I can't believe this is happening. This is like a bad dream. I
just wish I could wake up from it in your arms." She stopped at this.
"Vicki, I love you, although I don't know why. I know for sure now I'm not
a lesbian, but I also know that I love you. It's all so confusing. I just
love you, Vicki, but not the whole female gender, just you. I don't
understand, I don't know if I even want to, but I know that you're the
most important thing in my whole life now, and always." There. That was
it. It's hard to say, but I think that it took me a whole couple minutes
to choke the complete explanation out. Luckily, Vicki was patient and
didn't have anywhere to go.
	"Julie, I-- oh my god, what did I do? I thought that you, I
mean--" She plunged into long string of conciousness of how sorry she was,
and she began to cry again. I stood up and tried the door. It was locked.
	"Vicki," I said, as softly as possible, "can I come in?"
	"Uh-huh," I heard her mumble, then the lock clicked. She opened
the door slowly at first, then upon seeing my face she swung it open
recklessly and jumped up onto me, locking her feet together behind my back
and her hands behind my neck, holding on in a tight bearhug. I strained a
little bit at first, but Vicki only weighed 90 or so pounds.
	It felt great. I felt joyous and relieved, of course, but I also
felt really cool. I had just beat the odds, and everything was gonna work
out now. Vicki liked, make that loved, me again. (A Note From The Present:
Last week I bought Beck's new CD, Odelay. Part of the lyrics to a song
called _Hot_Wax_ say: "You never lose in your razorblade shoes." That's
all I can compare it to. If you haven't yet, check out Odelay. [That was
special, wasn't it?] Now back to 1986 and the story----------->) 
	"Oh, Julie! I love you so much!!!"  She was warm to the touch, and
she had been sweating. She was kissing me all over my face and neck.
Between the short pecks she was saying
"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.
.." Finally she stopped and put her feet back on the ground, keeping her
hands behind my neck. I got my first good look of her. Her eyes were red,
and tears streamed down her face and her hair was mussed, probably from
running her hands through her hair. But, she was still the most beautiful
girl I had ever seen.
	Vicki stared deep into my eyes and I was mystified. She closed her
eyelids and leaned her head forward. Our lips met and I forgot where I
was. She drank from me. We were locked, fusing into one another, never to
be sorted out and separted into two again. I brought my hand up to her
face, pulling her into me more. I couldn't get enough. Her tongue ran
along my teeth and down under my own tongue. We stayed embraced for a very
long time. Very long. It's the longest, best kiss I've ever had (Save the
kiss she gave me at our wedding some nine years later. That was amazing.)
	As great as it was, we both only had so much energy and we got
tired after awhile. When she let go, I felt hot where she had been and
cold everywhere else. I was going to be suprised to find out there weren't
burn marks of hands in the back of my neck.
	"Vicki, you're amazing!" She grinned.
	"I love you too," she said. I gave her one more short kiss on the
lips and she took hold of my hand, leading me over to my bed.
	"Oh, Vicki, as much as I do love you, I am absolutly exhausted. I
haven't eaten in more than 14 hours. Look, it's already 6 o'clock!" She
noted my bedside alarm clock, 5:57, and looked shocked. "We must have
slept late, then lost track of time." She simply nodded. It was already
getting dark outside. I wouldn't say the Saturday was a complete waste,
though.
	"Well, Julie, let's get something to eat, shall we?" We went
downstairs and ate whatever we could find. Everything. From assorted
fruits and vegatables to beef jerky to plain wheat bread to ice cream to
potato chips. After we had pigged out, I felt a little energized from the
sugar. We sat down on the couch afterwards and discussed what to do about
our love affair. (Apology to the reader, I don't really remember *exactly*
what was said during this conversation. I couldn't keep my eyes off
Vicki's nipples sticking up through the thin sweatshirt she was wearing.
All I remember is that we both agreed that our love should be kept a
secret, and we gave each other "permission" to date other people, just as
cover mind you.)
	When we were done, we just sat on either ends of the couch staring
at each other. I smiled seductivly as I could, and it must have worked
because Vicki shivered despite being bundled in warm clothes. She slid
down into her back, still staring at me. I crawled over to her and got on
top of her, my knees on other sides of her waist, in that posistion I
loved. I rocked a little on her pelvis, stradling her, pressing against
her through my shorts. I brought my hands to rest on her breasts, twisting
the nipples throught the fabric. She put her hands on my lower back, then
slowly moved her hands down below the elastic band of the boxers,
massaging my anus. It was a very, very, very odd feeling. It was an erotic
feeling, but in a more of a dull, less pronounced way. Whatever it was, it
was better than the bathtub jets. I loved it. It was new and exciting. She
was pressing against it, pushing ever so slightly in between... Then her
eyes lit up. She yanked her hand out of my ass and grabbed my hands. I
moaned in protest, and stopped rocking.
	"I have a great idea to turn you on!" she said. I was about to
tell her that she was doing just fine, but I was curious as usual.
	"Oh? What's that?"
	"Phone sex!" she said.
	"What?" I said. I had no clue what she meant. I had never heard of
phone sex. It sounded weird and painful.
	"You'll see," she said. "Hand me that phone behind my head." I
just shrugged and handed her the phone. She put it down on her stomach.
The cold metal base touched my thighs, and I had an idea then, but
wouldn't tell Vicki about it until later. She was dialing. When she was
done, she put the reciever up to my ear.
	"Hey sexy. This is 1-800-4-HOT-SEX, the hottest fone sex chat in
the country!" It was a recorded seductive voice, with erotic music and
hard breathing in the background. I couldn't believe it. More new
sensisations.
	"If you have an account with us, press 1. If you wish to set up
and account using your Visa or Mastercard, press 2. For a sample, press 3.
21 and older only." The recorded voice stopped, but the breathing
continued, waiting for me to push 1, 2, or 3. I cocked my head to this
side and looked at Vicki questioningly. She had done this before, I could
tell. She pushed 1. The voice came back.
	"Thanks, baby. Now enter your PIN number to continue." Vicki, on
cue, pressed 8 pre-selected and memorized numbers. The recorded voice came
through once more.
	"Oooo, I'm already getting hot. Your charge starts now. Guys,
press 1 to talk to the girl of your dreams. Girls, press 2 to talk to your
Mr. Right. Gays, press 3. Lesbians, press 4." Vicki hit 4. "Women always
please me more, they know what they're doing. Press 1 for a recorded scene
of two hot girls playing together, or press 2 to talk to the girl you've
been waiting for, totally live!" Vicki pressed 1. The recorded voice and
music was replacing by the sounds of two young girls fucking each other.
There was screams, moans, sexual talk, and I got more ideas. My nipples
got hard, and I got wet.
	After about five minutes, it was over, and I hung up. I put the
phone back behind Vicki and lay down beside her on the couch, cuddling up
to her warm body. She rolled over and got ready to kiss me, but then
traced the outline of my lips with her tongue. I loved it. She flung
herself at me and we went on necking for two whole hours, nothing but
kissing and rubbing breasts. It was light-weight and fun. I didn't have
much energy for more, and we fell asleep in each other's arms, lips
pressed lightly against one another. 

CHAPTER 4 IS OUT WHEN I FINISH IT.

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IKAG FAQ.

Q: When does chapter X come out?
A: Whenever I finish it. Chapters are coming out slower now because of
work. Sorry.

Q: Is this story really true?
A: Absolutely!  Every last bit. If I'm not sure of something that
happened, I don't put it in. I remember all the main parts, and Vicki
helps me too.

Q: How many chapter will there be?
A: I'm shooting for 12 to 15.  I don't know yet.

Q: Where can I get chapters I missed or want to re-read?
A: Check out http://members.aol.com/vanderael/ikag.html right now!

Q: Hey, what the hell? Gay marrige is illegal! You're not married!
A: Not legally, but when gay marrige is legalized in Hawaii, Vicki and I
are moving to the states again to get hitched and then we'll probably
settle in the Portland, Oregon or Seattle area.  Vicki and I have filed as
a couple in the province of Ontario, and we both wear wedding rings. Most
people acknowledge us as married. I refer to Vicki as "my wife," and she
refers to me as "my wife." That simple.  (We even honeymooned, cool huh?)

Q: Is your name Julie, or Brenda?
A: Call me Brenda. That's my name now. It was Julie until I went to
college, and only Vicki gets to call me that now.  So when you send me
mail, call me Brenda or else you get a flame letter!

Q: Where can I get in touch with you or Vicki?
A: vanderael@aol.com is the address that we share. Just start your letter
with "Vicki," or "Brenda," accordingly. Vicki has started quite a fan club
as well!

Any more questions? Mail me!

----------------------Brenda VanDerael  


-- CJ
Remove the .NOSPAM from my address to mail me. No files by e-mail!
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.

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