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-=[ WARNING - WARNING - WARNING ]=-

Lesbians.  Be legal.  This is a revised version- I went through a light
proofread and MY GOD did I find some astrocious mistakes!  There might be
more lurking in here that I haven't caught *YET*- email me if you find any!
Part 4 is due to be out soon, within the week, so hold on to your panties. :)

-=[ WARNING - WARNING - WARNING ]=-

_Moon by LeAnna_

Part I

Her body was pressed urgently against mine, her soft breasts curving
against my own. Her lips searched for mine desperately as her hands ran
along my trim leg and rested gently on my buttock with a squeeze.  She left
my lips, and started to kiss my neck softly as I pleadingly stroked her
long, black hair and whispered sentiments into her ear..

RING! RING! RING!

I woke groggily, still imagining the feel of this beautiful woman's body
against mine, the recurring dream of Moon once again a wisp of smoke
disappearing in the air.  I finally realized I was in alone in my bed at
home, covered in hot perspiration.  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 about ten minutes late.  Moon grinned at me shyly from the
seat next to mine, as she has a habit of doing, as I bitched and moaned on
about my shitty awakening. 

"I swear to god, Moon, next year's gonna be different, I'm not gonna get to
school till fucking 12am-"

Her soothing voice consoled me as it usually did in the mornings, and I lay
my head on the desk with a grumbling threat to go to sleep right there.  I
spotted red manila folder just inches away from my face and reached for it
without thinking.

"Hey, what's this?" I asked her, opening it slowly with sleepy fingers.
She smiled - she smiles an awful lot, it makes up for her not talking.  She
talks with her body, with subtle hand movements, shifts of her body and
twinkling brown eyes.  Anyway, it was filled with her artwork, spectacular
work-- she is truly the artist.  We had many things in common, but one of
the main points we shared was that we both had a deep appreciation for the
aesthetically pleasing.  

The first drawing I saw was a young, nude woman laying in a provocative
pose.  There was a tear leaving one eye, its path trickling down to her
breast.  I looked up and greeted her eyes questioningly- she seemed to not
care about the content drawing, and shrugged resolutely, grinning in a sly
manner.  She looked down at her book and started to study for her physics
exam, and I talked about my day yesterday and our other friends as I flipped
through the portfolio.   

On the next page was a poem about "Why can't I keep him? I promise to feed
him," which was a pretty good poem.  It made me wonder momentarily whom it
could have been about, since she hadn't been in a serious relationship for a
long while.  After I flipped past that one, there was a large piece of paper
folded in quarters, which I opened up curiously.  Another piece of paper
slid out between the folds, and I started to read - 

"Dear Janet,
There are thoughts I've been having that I haven't had the courage to
express to you.  Things I've wanted to tell you for so long.."

Except for a perfunctory skim over the body of the letter, I stopped
reading right there.  Not because I wasn't intrigued, or because I didn't
know what the letter was about.  I knew what this was about.  It was a
letter to me, and I'd had no clue about this- never, ever knew that the girl
I lusted after since I'd met her wanted me.  I stopped reading because I
knew she didn't intend for me to read that, and didn't want to embarrass
her.  My best friend and companion, well..  I flipped the page over, and
continued talking about nothing.  I glanced at her out of the corner of my
eye, and she seemed to not have noticed the fumbling with 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 in an exotic manner, with long black hair and classic Native
American looks.  I chuckled to myself as I thought of the letter's words.
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- I can't stress that
enough.  She seemed.. untouchable.

The class ended, and the rest of the day dragged on slowly.  I couldn't get
these recent matters off of my mind, though I tried as hard as I could to
shove them out.  I met Moon in front of the school when the day was finally
over, and we agreed to run to my house for some grub, then go out to the
mall and find some clothes to wear.  We arrived at my house and started to
get ready, and she was sitting cross-legged on my bed when it happened,
looking through a 3-year old issue of Rolling Stone and making idle comments
about has-beens. 

I was fixing chili, and I accidentally spilt the hot, HOT, HOT chili all
over myself- soaking through my blouse and getting it entangled in my hair.
I shrieked in surprise, and dropped the bowl, shattering it all over the floor.

"SHIT! Now I have to take a shower!" I yelled in frustration.  Moon pouted
at me and laughed, flipping the page of the magazine.

"You go ahead and take a shower, I'll clean this up.. We can be ready to
leave in, like, 15 minutes," she offered.  I complied, of course- how can I
ever refuse a shower?  The cascade water was hot and steaming, 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 wild dreams of her every night? My
hand touched my hard nipple softly as I felt the heat of the water slowly
seep through my body in waves.  I ran my hand down my smooth stomach, and
twirled my pubic hairs idly- there weren't many because 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 peered inside perfunctorily, and
saw nothing- she must still be in the kitchen, cleaning up my mess.  I went
inside and shut the door quickly.  I 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 turban-style around my head.  My hair is so
long it requires- not wants, but REQUIRES- 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.  She grinned apologetically and quickly jumped to her feet.

"MOON! I didn't know you were there!"

"Well.. sorry?" she smiled at me, and all traces of shock left.  I realized
where I was standing, stark naked and dripping wet, in front of the woman I
had fantasized about for months.. And I realized that she wanted me, too.
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 in the way she
moved her body as she stood up and walked over to me.  I melted in a torrent
of warmth and excitement, no longer wanting to cover myself, wanting to
stand exposed to her.  My nipples were standing out like red flags, and she
stared at them appreciatively before 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 the
fabric lining her perfect stomach.  I was really getting turned on and I
knew she was turned on also.  I could see the lust smoldering in her eyes,
the feel of the soft, subtle urgency in her kiss, the tiniest tremble of her
hand against my breast..  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.. She was 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, frowning as I tried to sort this all out.  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, or my
body can tell you.."

I smiled, and reached out to Moon once again.  I felt her firm body and her
perfect soft breasts underneath my palms tentatively.  They weren't too big
or too small, and they brandished nipples that I bet were a beautiful sight
to behold in their nude glory.  Her nipples were hard nubs the fabric, and
she started to flush in excitement when I massaged them slowly.

She backed away from me slightly, and I looked up in hidden confusion,
wondering- did I move too strongly?

She gave me a sexy, eluding smile, and sat on the bed.  I came to sit next
to her and she pulled my turban loose for me.  My long, blonde, wet hair was
released from its damp prison and within seconds you could see that it was
quite a contrast to her dark hair and dark features- I was as white as you
could get.  I had pale blue eyes, and translucent skin.  I knew the
porcelain shade would look beautiful pressed against her brown-toned skin
that inherited from the tribe of the Potwatomi.  She laid back and pulled my
naked, drying body down on top of her, her expression turning serious,.  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 to cup her breast- her hard nipples felt so good
underneath my smooth fingers.  Her breath was hot on my cheek, our lips
locked in a passionate embrace.  Her tongue slowly ran along my lips,
nibbling the edge of my lower lip gently.  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 experienced 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, in the hollow just above her
shoulders.  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 just slightly darker than flesh-color, with the areola about 1
1/2 inches from one end to another, and average-sized nipples that jutted
proudly, offset by proportionate-sized globes of flesh.  

In the heat of arousal, I unsnapped the front snap of the bra, leaning
down to kiss her beautiful globes of flesh.  I nuzzled them, I sucked them
and I nibbled them, not quite touching the areola, letting my tongue work
around her large breasts.  My hand massaged the other breast, as I kissed
her nipple lavishly.  I parted my lips slightly, and let her feel the
moisture of my mouth against her nipple, and the rigidity of my tongue on
second softest skin of her body.

She was sensitive in that spot, moaning so softly that I could barely hear
her.  She whispered almost to herself, "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-" stopping 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 greet her
fingers, feeling the hard nub of need nested between my slippery 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 us and 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 as 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 dripping wet with
her delicious nectar.  The taste was slightly salty, slightly sweet- it was
a wonderful taste that I could revel in for hours.  There is no way to
describe the taste of pussy.. and hers was the sweetest-tasting pussy I'd
ever laid my tongue on.  She was responding eagerly, almost roughly to my
oral work.  I went ahead and give her what she wanted, clamping my lips down
on her clit, sucking it as my teeth teased it ever-so-gently.  I gently ran
my teeth all along the length 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 at that moment.  

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.  Her clit was a delicious
nub against my tongue, her juices dancing off of my senses.  I was getting
too horny to stand it much longer, so 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.  She almost hurt me
with the ferocity of her orgasm.  My tongue was exhausted, 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 gently 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 legs 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 excitement of the last half-hour reaching an unbearable point.  Her
clit felt delicious and hard 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 feeling.. I tilted my head back, mouth open in
a wide O at the pure sensuality.  I'd never, ever done this with a girl.. It
was an unusual, incredible sensation.  After a seconds the built-up tension
started to beg to be released.  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 into the air.

"Moon.. Moon.. oh, oh, ohhhh.."

Moon looked at me adoringly, and her mouth was in a naughty smile- she was
getting close to another 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 nipples hard 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 raw, passionate thrusts.  All my sensations were
magnified one thousand 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
these 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
had been 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 if Moon makes me happy, I
should be with her.  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
nibbled 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 and
clit being played with warmed my body and made my love button heat up
abruptly.  I exhaled deeply into her ear, thrusting my pussy against her hand. 

Soft, barely audible, tinkling laughter echoed through the air.  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, and her face shone with
perspiration.  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 tight grip, and twisted my body about.  I leaned
forward on my hands and knees between her legs to give her lips a soft nip
between my teeth before slipping my tongue into her mouth.  I slipped a hand
between her legs, and tugged at her 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, feel the nerves being stimulated one by one by the
rush of blood.

She pressed against my chest with her hands, and when I rose up for her,
she tugged gently at my panties.  She pulled them down for me, letting her
soft hands caress my thighs and ass on the way.  When they were worked loose
from my body, I went back to my duty.

I started to kiss her chest at her breastplates, 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 with
static due to the poorly arranged antenna.

I paused in my kissing to reach back and flick off the television, plunging
the room into darkness.  My eyes reeled momentarily from the sensory shock,
as Moon paused in midstroke, cupping my breast.   "What are you doing?" she
asked me in a curious whisper.  I could hear her beautiful smile by the
vocal tones and by the warm way she moved her body against me.

I breathed, "I want to do it in the complete darkness.. I want to have no
idea where the next touches are going to be coming from.  I want it like
this.. now."

Silence.  A hand touched my shoulder, and ran down to my breast, squeezing
it lightly before it caressed my stomach.  I grinned in triumph and leaned
down to suckle her nipples once again.

I couldn't see her breasts, 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 to illuminate us.  Even
the  night sky provided light by the stars and the moon, and as your eyes
get adjusted, you can usually see around the room, but the windows were
covered in black blinds.  Since this was not possible, my hands and 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 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 fingers.  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 her excitement was mounting.

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
out a slow, blissful sigh and melted into my mouth.  My hand was between her
legs, my finger teasing at her clit softly.  I felt 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 caused 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 upon 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, lying down 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 our vision," 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 released her body from mine after a few minutes, 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 the sound of her
subtle movements.  The next thing I felt was a deep, wet kiss on my pubic
hair, a hot tongue dancing quickly across it.

I gasped with pleasure, and took her head in my hands urgently.  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 by the
unpredictable movements and the 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 into me, burying 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.  I felt as if I was floating in
heaven- I felt I'd become one with Moon.

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 thrown 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 one by one.  Moon was
standing by 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 a tube of lipstick on top of the whole pile, and tenderly put a
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 quickly 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 in bed.  Or having sex.  Janet didn't
particularly care what 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."

Janet cleared her throat.  "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 which took me months to save for, 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, parking it carelessly.  They
both pulled their backpacks out with them as they slammed their doors shut.
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.  It was
the way she had been at their age.

Janet collapsed wearily on the couch.  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 pop and 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, swallowing 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 felt 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 didn't care to mention that Janet wasn't Russian.

Moon took a short 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, taking 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 tight as she squealed and squirmed in her arms.
When her feet were finally warm, she released Moon's arms, and turned to lay
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..

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leanna1@hotmail.com 

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