Message-ID: <8348eli$9802101908@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8348.txt> From: kalika@main.provost.msu.edu (Leanna) Subject: ***STORY: Moon parts 1-3 by LeAnna [f/f, oral, cons. romance] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <MPG.f4a9e743a0a4b6c11e1a304@main.provost.msu.edu> -=[ WARNING - WARNING - WARNING ]=- This story contains lesbian encounters 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. -=[ 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- it was 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 fearful 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 the 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 which 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, Jenny- 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 Jenny's waiting sentence- "what happened?" The look on both of these girls was woeful, and Janet was still sniffling and crying. Jenny 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 Jenny'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. Jenny 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 Jenny 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 Jenny 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 Jenny 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. The night thus far had felt like a million nights in succession. "Well you know you can stay as long as you want to, Hun- any friend of my daughter's is a friend of mine.." Jenny offered quietly. Janet nodded. "I'm tired.." "You want to go to bed?" Jenny 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 slipped 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 Jenny's mouth. Rob gave an "Aw!" and left. Jenny 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 this unhappy, and Janet reveled in the feeling. It was a long friend of hers. 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, seeming not to have heard her. 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 - kalika@main.provost.msu.edu and if you have a web hosting service for free, I'd like to set up an archive. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>