Message-ID: <6272eli$9802201541@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
From: LeAnna <kalika@main.provost.msu.edu>
X-Good-Line-Length: yes
Subject: RP Moon by LeAnna [f/f, cons, romance, sad]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii"
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-Id: <1.5.4.32.19980220042005.0069ee60@main.provost.msu.edu>


leanna1@hotmail.com 
archive is now up! http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/

-=[ WARNING - WARNING - WARNING ]=-
This story contains a lesbian encounter between two consenting 17-year olds.
If this kind of stuff offends you or is illegal for you to access, please
stop reading at this point.  Also, this is copyrighted shit.  You'll be in
trouble if you don't ask me before reposting, selling, pilfering..
-=[ WARNING - WARNING - WARNING ]=-

_Moon by LeAnna_

Part I

	Her body was pressed, urgently against mine, her soft breasts curving
against mine, her lips searching for mine desperately, her hands running
along my trim leg and resting on my buttock.  She left my lips, and started
to kiss my neck softly, as I pleadingly stroked her long, black hair and
whispered sentiments..
	RING! RING! RING!..
	I woke up groggily, still imagining the feel of this beautiful woman's body
against mine, the dream of Moon once again over.  I finally woke up,
realizing I was in my bed at home and was alone.  Sighing resignedly, I
flicked on the radio so I could dance as I dressed.  The notes of disco
flooded my ears as I rushed through my morning routine.
	I finally got done dressing and packing for school, and rushed into my
first hour class late.  Moon grinned at me shyly, as she has a habit of
doing, as I grumbled on and on about my shitty awakening.  I lay my head on
the desk and spotted a folder.
	"Hey, what's this?" I asked her, opening it.  She smiled - she smiles an
awful lot, it makes up for her not talking.  She talks with her body.
Anyway, it was filled with her artwork- spectacular work, she is  truly the
artist.  The first picture I saw was a young, nude woman laying in a
provocative pose.  I giggled and looked her in the eyes- she seemed to not
care about this drawing, and shrugged resolutely while giving me a sly grin.
She looked down at her book and started to study, and I started to talk
about my day yesterday and our other friends as I flipped through this
portfolio.   On the next page was a poem about "why can't I keep him? I
promise to feed him..", a very good poem.  After that one, there was a large
piece of paper folded in quarters, and I opened it up.  Another piece of
paper slid out between the folds, and I started to read it - 
	"Dear Janet,
	There are thoughts I've been having, that I haven't had the courage to
express to you.."
	I stopped reading right there, except for a perfunctory skim over the body
of the letter, lasting 1.27 seconds.  Not because I wasn't intrigued, not
because I didn't know what the letter was about.  It was a letter to me, and
I'd had no clue about this- never, ever knew that the woman I lusted for
wanted me.  I stopped reading because I knew she didn't intend for me to
read that, and didn't want to embarrass her.  I flipped the page over, and
continued talking about nothing.  I gave her a glance out of the corner of
my eye, and she seemed to not have noticed the paper, and my blushing- I
felt that some dirty secret of mine had been exposed.
	I had fantasized about Moon for a year, almost since the first day we met
and became, quickly, fast friends.  We were both openly "alternative", both
lingering on the border between bisexual and lesbian.  She was incredibly
beautiful, exotic, with long black hair and classic Native American looks.
I'd never had any courage, either, to make a move- a girl that beautiful is
impossible to hit on.  She was also my best friend.
	The class ended, and the day dragged on.  I met Moon in front of the school
when the day was over, and we agreed to run to my house for some grub, then
go out to the mall & find some clothes to wear.    We arrived at my house,
and she was sitting on my bed when it happened. I was fixing chili, and I
spilt hot, HOT, HOT chili all over myself- soaking through my blouse,
getting in my hair.  I shrieked in surprise, and dropped the bowl,
shattering it.
	"SHIT! Now I have to take a shower!" I yelled in frustration.  She pouted
at me and laughed.
	"Take a shower, I'll clean this up.. We can be ready to leave in, like, 15
minutes," she told me, and I complied, of course- how can I ever refuse a
shower?  The shower was hot, washing off my dirty chest and stomach in a
matter of minutes, but it felt too good to abandon so soon.  I thought back
to the letter.
	"Thoughts I've been having.. no courage.." Did she realize I wanted her in
the same way? Did she realize that I had dreams of her every night? My hand
touched my hard nipple softly, feeling the heat of the water slowly seep
through my body in waves.  I ran my hand own my smooth stomach, and twirled
my pubic hairs- there weren't many, and I tended to keep shaved.  However, I
had slipped on the shaving habit a little lately because nobody was eligible
to see it at the moment.
	It was time to get out, and I wrapped myself into a towel, picked up my
clothes, and walked back to the room.  I peeked inside, and saw nothing- she
must still be in the kitchen, cleaning.  I went inside and shut the door,
threw my towels off, bent over, leaning my head against the wall for support
(I'm an off-balance sort of person).  I started to dry my legs and butt off,
and when it was moderately dry I got back up and put the towel on as turban
on my head.  My hair is so long it required a body towel of its own.  It's
the "light side" of Moon's hair- she's got long, black hair that reaches to
her waist, and I've got long, blonde hair that reaches to my butt.  I turned
around and saw- to my shock- Moon sitting on my bed, in a blind spot behind
my desk (that was why I hadn't seen her), curious expression on her face.
That's not the only emotion that was on her face.  
	I shrieked again.  She grinned apologetically.
	"MOON! I didn't know you were there!"
	"Well.. sorry?" she smiled at me, and all traces of shock and emotion left
me.  I realized that I was standing, stark naked and dripping wet, in front
of the woman I had fantasized about for months.. And that she wanted me.
The moisture of my shower and the coldness of the air gave me goosebumps and
erect nipples, which she gazed at, unashamedly.
	She wanted me.  I could see it in her eyes.  I could see it as she stood
up, and walked over to me.  I felt my body melt, in a torrent of warmth and
excitement, not wanting to cover up my body.  My nipples were standing out
like red flags, and she took my hand in hers, leaned over, and gave me.. a
soft, luscious kiss.  A woman's lips are so soft.  Her lips were so full.  I
reached over instinctively, and ran my hand along her perfect stomach.  I
was turned on majorly, and she was turned on also.  I could see the lust
smoldering in her eyes, the soft, subtle urgency in her kiss, the tiniest
tremble of her hand..  I drew her closer to me, pressing my body against
hers, acting out my fantasy after a long year of wait.  I couldn't believe
this.. so beautiful, so loving, so willing to be mine.
	She drew back from the kiss and smiled at me.  "You found the letter."  I
nodded.  "You were supposed to read it, you know.. I didn't think you'd
chicken out of reading it!" she chided with a grin.  
	"I thought you didn't want me to, and that it would embarrass you.." I
murmured softly.  She laughed, a tinkling sound, and said:
	"I am many things, but I am not stupid enough to put a love letter right
where you can see it unless I intended for you to see it.. If I'm not brave
enough to tell you what I feel, then my words on paper can tell you, my body
can tell you.."
	I smiled, and my hands reached out to Moon.  I felt her body, her tight
body- her soft breasts.  Perfect - not too big, not too small, and nipples
that I bet were a beautiful sight to behold.  They were erect, and she was
starting into a blush.
	She backed away from me, and I looked up in confusion- did I move too strongly?
	She gave me a sexy, eluding smile, and sat on the bed.  I came to sit next
to her, my turban coming loose and my long, blonde, wet hair being released
from its prison.  Quite a contrast to her dark hair, dark features- I was as
white as you could get.  Pale, blue eyes, and translucent skin.. it would
look beautiful pressed against her brown-toned skin, inherited from the
tribe of the Potwatomi.  As her expression turned serious, she laid down and
pulled my naked, drying body on her.  I pressed down on her lips, urgently-
I had wanted this for so long, and now that I had it, I was going to have
fun with her.  My hand reached up, and cupped her breast- her nipples felt
so good underneath my smooth fingers.  Her breath was hot on my cheek, her
lips locked in an embrace, her tongue slowly running along my lips.  Her
hands found my breasts, and the starkness of human skin on my bare nipple
shocked me- a good feeling, a feeling that I hadn't felt for a long time.  I
pulled myself up, and spread my legs above her still-clothed form.  I kissed
her on her neck, tasting her sweet skin.
	I trailed kisses behind her ear, on her neck, just below her neck.  I
kissed her softly on the bosom, and started to undo the buttons that
prevented our bare flesh from interacting.  She murmured sweet sentiments
into my ear as the cold air met her beautiful skin.  Her bra was black- not
a surprise- and very translucent, permitting me to see perfectly through it.
Her nipples were exactly the perfect size for her breasts.  They were
gorgeous- I could look at them for days.  A perfect breast is with the
nipple  atad darker than flesh-color, aerola about 1 1/2 inches from one end
to another, and average-sized nipples that jutted proudly, offset by
porportionate-sized globes of flesh.  
	In a heat of arousal, I unsnapped the front snap of the bra, and leaned
down to kiss her beautiful globes.  I nuzzled them, I sucked them, I nibbled
them, not quite touching the areola, letting my tongue work all around  her
large breasts.  My hand massaged the other breast, as I kissed her nipple
softly.  I parted my lips slightly, and let her feel the moisture of my
mouth on her nipple, and the rigidity of my tongue on the softest skin- the
second softest skin- on her body.
	She was sensitive on her breast, and she moaned so softly that I could
barely hear her.  She whispered, "I've wanted you for so bad.  This way, any
way, I wanted you.."
	I moved my mouth off of her nipple momentarily.  "Oh, Moon, I dream of you
every night.  I wake up every morning drenched-" stopped to kiss the nipple-
"in my sweat, wanting you to come and put me out of my misery."	
	"Well, I'm here.." she smiled, "And I don't think its fair for you to be
buck naked while I still have my pants on."
	I laughed softly, nibbling her hard nipple softly.  I ran my teeth along it
one last time before I lifted myself off of her- my pussy was wet, so wet,
that it had left a damp spot on her light brown colored pants.  She moved
her hands down to undo her pants as I hovered above her, waiting to lift
myself down on her naked body, and her hand brushed my wet pussy.
	She pressed her hand against it, feeling the slippery moisture between her
fingers, feeling the hard nub of need nested between my lips.  She smiled,
and undid her pants slowly.  I watched the slow unveiling of her thighs, and
of -
	Her pussy was shaved.  It was such a complete shock, a contrast to the Moon
that I knew, and it also turned me on incredibly.. I love shaved pussies.
She also wore no underwear, which was also a contrast to the Moon I knew.  I
decided I didn't know Moon at all!  Her clothes were piled around, my towels
were cast carelessly aside.  She reached up to my hair, and used her grip to
pull me down to her lips, where she nibbled and sucked at my lips and tongue
ruthlessly.  Her hands were busy- one was between my pussy lips, stroking
and playing with the clit, and the other on my nipple.  The heat in my body
was starting to rise seriously, my excitement growing with every passing moment.
	Moon's face was flushed, her breathing irregular, and her lips needy.  I
pulled away and started to kiss my way down, lingering at the nipples.  I
licked her stomach, enjoying the moan that this elicited from my new
girlfriend, my fingers playing with her mound.  My lips walked across her
lower belly, focusing gently on the skin right above where her pubic hair
would have been.  This caused her hands to tighten their grip on my hair,
and when I looked, her eyes were closed, teeth biting her lower lip.  Such a
sensitive body for such a beautiful woman!
	I started to lick her mound gently, and with excruciating slowness, worked
my way down.  When I got to her pussy lips, I avoided her clitoris
carefully, nibbling and licking her pussy lips and sliding my tongue's tip
inside of her hole, her pussy grinding gently against my mouth.  I made my
tongue rigid, in imitation of a penis, and drove it into her pussy hole as
far as I could suddenly, and she gripped my hair.. She was wet, dripping
with her sweet pussy juices.  The taste was slightly salty, slightly sweet-
it was a wondeful taste that I could revel in for hours.  Pussy, I believe,
tastes great.  There's no way to describe it.. and hers was the
sweetest-tasting pussy I'd ever laid my tongue on.  She was responding
eagerly to my oral work, almost roughly.  I wanted to go ahead and give her
what she wanted- I clamped my lips down on her clit, sucking it as my teeth
ever-so-gently teased it.  I gently ran my teeth all along her clit.  Her
grip suddenly went slack, juices running out, moans becoming louder.  She
loved this, she loved having her best friend eat her pussy out, and I was
willing to be her sex slave for the rest of her life right then.  
	Her breaths came in increasingly quick gasps as her grip tightened once
more.  I suctioned her pussy, using my tongue in such a way that the clit
and her pussy hole were both getting massaged, an oral favorite of mine.
She loved this sensation, and her sounds of pleasure were longer, louder,
more urgent.  Sweet liquid trickled out of her pussy, and she locked her
legs around my head.
	My motions became rough, and urgent against her.  The clit was a delicious
nub against my tongue, her juices dancing off the tip of my tongue, and I
was getting too horny to stand it.  It's a good thing that she orgasmed
(with a loud, loud wail) right then, her body lifting off the bed with her
head tilted back, drenching me in her sweet liquids, almost hurting me with
its ferocity.  My tongue was exausted, but I kept going furiously, making
her come as much as she could, before she finally collapsed in limp
exhaustion.  She moaned once more, from the sheer after-pleasure, and I
laughed, kissing her pussy once more before lapping all of her juices up.  I
didn't want to waste a single drop.
	Her hands tugged at my hair again, and I lifted my face from her pussy.  I
moved my body up so that I was laying on top of her, my legs spread apart
with her warm, sweaty body underneath me.  She looked at me lovingly, and
wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down to hold me.  I rested my head on
her chest and laid down flat on her.
	A few minutes, she urged me off.  I looked at her and kissed her some more-
her lips! I would never get tired of them, so soft and giving.  She spread
her legs slightly, making me spread mine even more since my elgs were spread
across her.  My pussy was positioned right on hers- clit to clit.  She
absentmindedly stroked my nipple, and said,
	"I want you to come all over me now."  I gave a laconic affirmative, the
built-up energy of the last half hour at an unbearable point.  Her clit felt
delicious, hard and just underneath mine, between my clitoris and pussy
hole.  It was a wonderful sensation, and I started to rub my nub against her
wetness.  Oh, the sensation.. I tilted my head back, mouth open in a wide O,
at this pure sensuality.  I'd never, ever done this with a girl.. It was an
unusual, incredible sensation.  After a few minutes, seconds it seemed, the
built-up tension started to beg to get out.  Her eyes looked deep into mine,
watching my facial expressions contort with my pleasure.  My body was racked
with searing heat, and I was moaning her name over and over.  
	"Moon.. Moon.. oh, oh, ohhhh.."
	Moon looked at me adoringly, and her mouth was in a naughty smile- she was
getting close to her own orgasm, and started to moan loudly, letting me know
that she loved having me make love to her this way.  "Fuck me, Janet.." she
whispered almost inaudibly. 
	She twisted my hard nipples between her index and thumb fingers, massaging
them slowly, letting my pleasure build.  One hand continued work on my
nipple, and the other hand traveled down my stomach and thigh, resting on my
ass.  She massaged my ass, feeling the tight muscles with her hands, moving
my ass in tune with my thrusts.  All my sensations were magnified 1,000
times, unbearably sweet with bliss, and I came.  I came, and her head was
also tilted back in pleasure, enjoying the feeling of my spasming pussy and
clit against hers- my juices running, getting her wet and slippery
underneath me. 
	It felt as if I was being hurtled through a thousand fiery suns of
pleasure, and it never seemed like it was going to end, this utter sweetness
that Moon was giving me.  A strict atheist, I started to call out God, Mary
and Jesus H. Christ's name in a blind fury of pure feeling.  Finally, my
orgasm died away, and I fell like a rag doll released from his owner's hand,
limply, to the arms of Moon.
	She held me for a long while.

Part II

A month later

	The Japanese animation movie ended, with a flourish of Japanese rock and
roll, and it was now 2 A.M.  I yawned sleepily and snuggled closer to Moon,
whose legs were spread apart for me to sit in between.  My arms were draped
across her legs, and her arms were above my shoulders, hands dipping to my
breasts.  Moon nuzzled my ear softly, and gave the flesh of my belly a quick
squeeze.
	Moon was staying the night at my house.  We had been dating for about a
month now, unbeknownst to my parents.  I would have hated for them to find
out, because they would have disowned me.  They disapproved of any sort of
sex before marriage- ESPECIALLY lesbian sex.
	They had no idea, of course.  Moon stayed overnight at my house nearly
every Friday and Saturday night, which wasn't that unusual before we started
dating as it was.  We often stayed up late watching miscellaneous movies,
including a lesbian film from the '70's called, "Oranges Aren't the Only
Fruit".  It was, needless to say, a hot night that night- the sex scenes had
us rarin' and ready to go.  Sometimes it was cartoons, sometimes it was
hentai, and sometimes it was an action-glory movie.  After the movies
finished, we always pulled the top mattress off my bed (simply two
mattresses piled on top of each other), set them next to each other, necked
for a while or touched, and slept with the mattresses pushed together.  We
were never discovered in any sort of compromising position, as we slept
strictly on separate mattresses with separate blankets, facing different
directions.  The risk was too great.  We also had never risked sex on one of
those nights, or cunnilingus, for fear that the noise would rouse my mother.
	I arched my back against Moon, pressing my ass harder into her panty-clad
mons.  The only things we wore were panties and bras (mine was removed, and
my bare pussy was hidden beneath a light sheet.)  It was also not that
unusual for us to be scantily clad, because even before dating neither of us
were shy about our bodies as it was.  My mother saw nothing wrong with this,
because we were just "friends."
	I know I'm a bit old to be controlled by my mom.  But, the fact is, I'm 17,
still a junior in High School, and if she thought I was dating Moon, a
woman, she'd have a shit fit, then throw me out.  That simple.  My father-
well.  He is a very sweet, darling man, who will do anything to make me
happy, and he will try to fight her, arguing that it makes me happy.  But my
mother always wins.  She is the dominating force in their marriage.
	Enough of this gloom, I told myself.  Moon's hands were on my breasts, the
thumb and forefinger twisting my nipples gently, arousing a sexual feeling
that had not been felt in nearly a week.  She released me, and unsnapped my
bra very cautiously, as if even the snapping sound was too loud.  The bra
was now loose, and I shook it off my shoulders as her arms went around me
and felt my breasts, nude and covered with goosebumps.  My head tilted back
so that it rested on her neck, and she leaned down to kiss my neck while I
sucked on her ear.  One of her hands continued to play with my breast, while
the other hand traveled downward, tickling my stomach in a pleasant manner,
before slipping underneath the sheet and resting on my sensitive spot above
the pussy.  She pressed against it lightly, still kissing me and blowing
warm air onto my neck.
	I was becoming very wet.. it doesn't take much to arouse me, and Moon is
almost too much.  I could tell she was excited, though, by the moistness and
stickiness of her panties against my bare thigh.  
	I leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of this woman seducing me.  Her
fingers walked down to my clitoris, and teased the hard nub gently, touching
it softly and squeezing it lightly.  The combined feeling of my nipple being
played with, and my clit being played with, warmed my body and made my love
button heat up.  I exhaled deeply into her ear, thrusting my pussy against
her hand.  
	Laughter.  Soft, barely audible, tinkling.  She had a beautiful smile, and
her grin was in full force at this moment.  I strained my thighs as far as
they would go to grind my pussy harder, but she pulled her hand away,
deliberately teasing me, letting me know who was in control.  Her face was
covered with the night air's moisture, shining as brightly as her grin.  Her
nipples were taut through her translucent bra (which she always wore,
knowing that I imagined her in it to the point of making myself aroused
silly in the middle of my classes.)
	I broke free of her loving grip, and turned about.  I leaned forward on my
hands and knees to give her lips a soft nip between my teeth, to tongue her
mouth.  I slipped a hand between her legs, and tugged at the panties.  She
arched her back and lifted her butt so that I could get the panties off, and
as soon as they were gone, I immediately slipped a finger between the smooth
folds of her shaved pussy.  She was so wet, so incredibly sensual.  I could
almost feel the blood pulsing through her sex organs, feel the nerves being
stimulated one by one, by the rush of blood.
	She pressed against my chest, and when I rose, she tugged at my panties.
She pulled them down for me, letting her soft hands caress my thighs and
ass.  They were worked loose, and I went back to my duty.
	I started to kiss her chest, at her breastplates and nipping at the top of
her globes.  The air was still and moist with the heat of the spring, and
the room was illuminated the glow of the television screen, flickering
static due to the lack of cable or antenna arrangements.
	I paused in my kissing to reach back and flick off the television, and the
room was plunged into darkness.  My eyes reeled momentarily from the sensory
shock, as Moon was paused, midstroke, cupping my breast.   "What are you
doing?" she asked me in a whisper, with a smile in her voice.  I can hear
her beautiful smile, both by the vocal tones and by the warm way she moved
her body.
I breathed, "I want to do it in the complete darkness.. to have no idea
where the next touches are going to be coming from.  I want it.. now."
	Silence.  A hand touched my shoulder, and ran down to my breast, squeezing
it lightly before it caressed my stomach.  I grinned and leaned down to
suckle her nipples.
	I couldn't see her nipples, which only forced me to focus on their
sensationalism even more.  There was not even a window in my room, to let
our eyes get adjusted to the dark- absolutely nothing.  Even the 2A.M. night
sky provides light by the stars and the moon, and as your eyes get adjusted,
you can usually see around the room.  Since this was not possible, my hands,
my tongue saw her body.  Her nipples were about a quarter-inch in full
excitement, hard and surrounded by erect skin that bunched up slightly when
she was truly stimulated or cold.  I ran my tongue along the erect skin
around her nipple lightly, teasing her just as she had teased me moments
before with her finger.  My tongue was warm and wet, slowly and softly
licking at the areola of her breast.  I felt her skin underneath my tongue,
the heaving of her chest with every breath, the soft sigh she let out every
now and then to let me know that she was excited.
	With agonizing slowness, I traveled my tongue over Moon's nipple.  It felt
so good underneath my tongue, slightly salty with sweat from the air and
from our bodies pressing together during the movie.  I lightly clamped my
teeth on the edges, nipping it softly.  Once, twice, three times.  She let a
slow, blissful sigh out and melted into my mouth.  My hand was between her
legs, my finger teasing at her clit softly.  I knew how horny she must be now.
	She pulled me up to kiss me, my erect nipples brushing against hers while
she explored my mouth.  Her nipples were hard and wet, which made more
friction against my own.  They were matching up perfectly, and I moved my
hands on my breasts so that I could feel her nipples moving on my breasts.
IT was an excellent feeling, causing a trickle of fluid to moisten my pussy
even more.
	She rolled over so that I was on the bottom, laying down with her on top of
me.  She spread her legs above my thighs, her bare pussy grazing my stomach.
She soon changed this position, however, and urged my legs open as she
slipped between them.  She leaned into my legs and positioned her stomach
against my wet pussy, letting the slippery oils combine with her skin as she
kissed my nipples and moved her hands around my body.
	"Your body feels beautiful.. I can realize how curvaceous and supple it is
without the lights on.  I can realize how hot your skin is, how sensitive we
are without it," she whispered softly.
	"Moon.. you're beautiful.. you're making me feel so good," I groaned, so
quietly I was surprised she heard.  She said nothing back, save for a breath
of air and a soft laugh, and continued to suckle my nipples.  
She got up, releasing her body from mine, and moved her body down.  For a
moment, her skin did not contact mine, and the only hint I knew that she was
still there was her steady breathing and her subtle movements.  The next
thing I felt was a deep, wet kiss on my pubic hair, tongue dancing quickly
across it.
	I gasped with pleasure, and took her head in my  hands.  She moved slightly
down, to where my lips joined, and licked it softly.  My blood was pounding
in my ears, and my body temperature was probably reaching 104 degrees
Fahrenheit right at that moment.  I was so turned on by this, the unexpected
movements, and feeling of her head underneath my palms, her rigid tongue
teasing my pussy, licking the area around my clit but not yet touching it.
She lifted her head slightly, and I squeezed her scalp in affection.  She
breathed hotly on my clit.  I was going to come soon, just from the
agonizing feelings of my pussy.  I was on fire, and she was igniting the
flames faster than she must have realized.
	She quickly dove her head, and buried it into my snatch, using her top
teeth to graze against my clit as she stretched her tongue to lick my pussy
hole.  
	I'm gonna come," I warned with a groan, pressing my pussy harder against
her eager mouth.  She moved her jaw, and caught my clit between her teeth.
She rubbed my clit between her teeth softly as her tongue flicked at the
tip.  Her skilled fingers started to rub my pussy hole, occasionally dipping
inside, and the next thing I knew, a howl escaped from my lips that was
audible throughout the next 3 rooms of the house as an earth-shattering
orgasm took over me.  My body was no longer on fire- it was as ethereal as
air, alive with thousands of feelings all over my body, without feeling, yet
so sensitive that I felt I would never stop.  
	Finally, my orgasm eased away from my body, leaving my fingers and toes,
traveling from the arms, legs, and chest to return to the clit.  My pussy
was still jerking from pleasure when the door opened.
	"Is everything al-"
	A gasp of shock, as the hallway light illuminated us, my best friend's head
buried between my legs, my hands locked in a death grip in Moon's hair, back
still arched and head still tilted back in a moan of pleasure.


Part 3


	"Get out of here." The words were spoken coldly, emotionless, forcing their
way out between the lips of Janet's mother.  The door slammed shut- "You two
sluts get out of my house!"  Moon and Janet separated their naked bodies in
a rush, their minds racing, dressing as quickly as they could.  They were
both cold with shock, and Janet started to cry, the shock of it hitting her
like a ton of bricks.  
	"Mom-"
	"I don't want to hear it- you know I don't like your goddamn bisexual shit,
and now I catch you fucking that slut in my house! Get the FUCK out of
here!"  Janet's mother was yelling, banging against the walls and throwing
objects in a tantrum.  Janet and Moon heard glass shatter against the door
of Janet's room, and Moon shivered in fear.  Janet's face was white.
	"We've been going out for a long time, Mom- we haven't been just fuckin--"
Janet's words came out in short shrieks of sobs, and Moon was crying too.
They were dressed now, and Janet was getting furious at her mother's
prejudice, throwing her closet doors open and tossing her favorite clothes
on her bed.
	"I SAID I DONT FUCKING WANT TO HEAR IT!  GET THE FUCK OUT!"
	"FUCK YOU!"
	Janet was surprised by the severity of her words, but she knew she meant
every word as she started to throw clothes into her backpack.  She took some
makeup- concealer, eyeliner and lip gloss- and tore the pictures hanging on
the walls, tossing them angrily into her backpack.  Moon was standing
helplessly, her beautiful face contorted in pain and anger.  She was
gathering up Janet's belongings and stuffing them into her backpack, too,
knowing what Janet liked the best from their long friendship.  Finally,
Janet threw her black lipstick on top of the whole pile, and tenderly put
her small stuffed puppy in the front pouch of the bag.  She took a thick wad
of money from the top drawer of her dresser, and shoved it down her front
jeans pocket.
	Janet's mother was in her bedroom now, still screaming and yelling in
hysterics.  Janet's father was woken by the noise, and he could be heard
trying to calm down Janet's mother.  There was another loud shattering of
glass, and a few minutes later, Janet's father opened Janet's door.
	"Honey, you know your mom doesn't mean it, she's just upset-" his face was
tearful.
	"I love you, dad, but I'm getting the fuck out of this twisted household.."
Janet said bitterly, tearfully, hugging her father and walking out of the
bedroom- heading to the front door.  Moon looked at Janet's father
pitifully, saying in a small, mousy voice-
	"I didn't mean to cause trouble, sir.."
	The face of Janet's father was sad, and he gave a tight smile before he
turned and walked away.  Moon ran to catch up with Janet, and got into
Janet's car just as the tires of the 1989 Ford Probe squealed out of the
driveway.  They were alone in the cold night.
	"Hon.." Moon said softly, and Janet was hiccuping with sobs.  "Let's go to
my house.. we can get cleaned up and calm you down.."
	"YOUR mother didn't give you this kind of shit."  Janet was gasping between
words, and was indeed trying to calm herself down unsuccessfully.
	"My mom was married to a woman for 11 years.."
	Janet was silent with surprise.
	"You know my aunt?"
	Janet nodded.  Moon went to visit her aunt every few weekends, staying with
her.  Janet used to joke about how her aunt had joint custody of Moon due to
the frequency of her visits.
	"Well, she's not really my aunt.  She's my mom's ex wife.. She raised me
with mom until she was about 8 years old."
	Janet was quiet, concentrating on the dark streets of the city, paying no
homage to the stop signs or speed limits.  In a city that never slept, it
was 3am, and everyone was at home asleep.  Or having sex.  Janet didn't
particularly care at this moment.  She sighed, and her sigh was caught in a
choking sob.  She flicked on her turn signal, beginning the trek to Moon's
house.
	"I'm sorry.." Moon sighed quietly, and wiped a tear away from her cheek.
She reached out for Janet's hand, and squeezed the clammy fingers.
	"It's not your fault.  You know what happened when she found out I was
bisexual," Janet said quietly.
	"No, I don't."
	"Well.. this girl came over to my house when I was bout 14.  And we started
to flirt a little, and we kissed a little.  We were trying to piss her
boyfriend off.  Anyway.. she was in my lap, and I was cuddling her, when mom
came to the basement and saw us.  Well, she didn't say anything then, but
when I talked to her later, she called her a slut.  She called me a slut.
She said that bisexual people were only sluts that didn't give a flying fuck
who went into what hole."
	"Ah, Janet, I'm sorry.." Moon's tone was sympathetic.
	"Stop saying that!" Janet snapped, then softened.  "Sorry.. none of it's
your fault.  Anyway.. she was in my room.  There was this stereo that I had
just bought, for about 125 dollars, and she picked it up and threw it at my
head.  It broke.  I still have some pieces.  She threw all my CD's, and
tapes at me.. smashed most of them beyond recognition."
	Moon was silent for the rest of the ride to her home.

-=[*]=-

	Janet pulled the vehicle in Moon's driveway, and parked it.  They both got
out, and pulled their backpacks out with them.  A light in the small trailer
flicked on, and a face appeared in the window.  Moon's mother, Iris- her
face was surprised at her daughter's girlfriend and her daughter coming home
at 3:30 in the morning. 
	They were greeted at the door by Iris's waiting sentence- "what happened?"
The look on both of these girls was woeful, and Janet was still sniffling
and crying.  Iris ushered them inside, dressed only in a T-shirt in the cold
trailer.
	"We had a little ... falling out with Janet's mother."  The sentence was as
blunt as a hot knife slicing through butter, and Iris's face went wide with
concern.  Janet said nothing, and dropped her bag onto the floor of the tiny
living room.
	"Did she find out?"
	"She came in when we were doing it," Moon said quietly, matter-of-fact.
	Iris sighed.  This sentence, if uttered to Janet's mother, would have
evoked a horrific, beast-like response.  However, Moon's mother was
incredibly liberal (too liberal- Moon had to raise her younger sister
practically by herself), and in fact supported their relationship.  That's
the way she was at, at their age.	Janet collapsed on a couch, weary .  The
last hour had felt like 50.  Moon opened the fridge door and handed Iris and
Janet both beers, opening one for herself with a sizzle.
	"And well," Moon continued, "She said for both of us sluts to get out of
her house.. So I guess.. Well.. I don't know what's gonna happen now."
	Moon's face was tense, serious, and she lifted her beer and swallowed a
quarter of the can in a gulp.  Janet followed suit, and Iris sipped the beer
quietly.  Moon sat next to Janet, pulling her close, holding her.  Janet's
body was rigid and numb with shock.
	"Wonder if she wants me back."  The sentence was more of a statement than a
question, and she was shaking her head as she said it.  Neither Moon nor
Iris offered their opinion.  Janet finished drinking her beer, holding the
cold can in her cold fingers.  She reached over and took Moon's beer,
draining the rest in a few minutes.
	"Well you know you can stay as long as you want to, Hun- any friend of my
daughter's is a friend of mine.." Iris offered quietly.  Janet nodded.  "I'm
tired.."
	"You want to go to bed?" Iris asked gently.  Janet nodded, and Moon nodded
too.  She reached up her hand and gently wiped another tear off of Janet's
cheek.  Janet's expression was cold now, and numb.  
	"What's going on?" Moon's brother, awakened by the noises, had snuck into
the living room.
	"Go to bed!" Moon growled at Rob, and he made a face at her, starting to
leave before he noticed the beer.  "HEY! Mom, if she gets to have beer-"
	"She's got 4 years before she's legal, and you've got 11."  The sentence
was tired, and well-worn from Iris's mouth.  Rob gave an "Aw!" and left.
Iris stood up, and said, "I'm going to go check on Angel, and go back to
bed.  Holler at me if you need anything."  She left the room.  Janet watched
her leave, then stood up.  She went to the pantry, and pulled out a vodka
bottle wordlessly, and walked to Moon's room.  Moon followed silently.
	"When you're Russian, drink as the Russians do.." Janet gave a weak smile
as she took a healthy gulp and laid down on Moon's bed, head supported by a
posturpedic pillow.  Fire raced through Janet's throat in the comforting way
that it did anytime that Janet felt unhappy, and Janet reveled in the feeling.
	Moon took a drink from Janet's flask, and undressed for bed.  She put on a
long shirt that reached to her mid-thigh, and crawled tiredly underneath the
covers.  Janet slumped her shoulders as she sighed, took another swig.  She
sat up for a few minutes, taking a few shot's worth of vodka quickly and
easily before she set the bottle on the floor to take off her pants and
shirt.  She got underneath the covers with Moon, and placed her cold feet on
Moon's calf.
	"HEY!" Moon laughed, pulling away.  Janet grinned, stuck her feet between
Moon's thighs, and held Moon as she squealed.  When her feet were warm, she
released Moon's arms, and turned on her side.  Moon snuggled close to Janet,
spooning her small body tightly, and put her arms around Janet's small
waist, pulling her close.  Janet pushed her body back slightly to cuddle
against Moon.  Moon pushed Janet's hair away from her neck, and kissed the
back of Janet's neck comfortingly.  Moon murmured softly, "I love you," and
Janet took a deep breath, closing her eyes.  Janet was held by Moon until
she drifted into a slightly drunken sleep, her rest that night plagued with
nightmares and sweat.

to be continued..

please email the author your comments on this story thus far -
leanna1@hotmail.com 
archive is now up! http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Academy/2194/


-- 
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |