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Making Noise (ff)
by Pink Neon
pink_neon@yahoo.com


I don't know, but for some reason I always felt different.  The other
girls in my class were all starting to go boy-crazy and I just didn't
get it.  I dated a little, kissing, getting felt up, but it never
really seemed to be as interesting as the other girls made it out to
be.  It wasn't as if the boys weren't interested in me.  I have dark
red hair and a fair complexion.  The boys all considered me pretty,
even though I thought my breasts were still too small and my butt too
big.

But still, I just never found boys all that interesting.  I had guy
friends, it wasn't like I didn't like guys, but I just didn't like
them the way all my female friends seemed to.  I started to worry that
I might be gay.  I knew that there were a lot of people in my small
town who disapproved of homosexuality.  And I was raised to think that
it was wrong to like somebody your own gender, that way.  So when I
started to find myself attracted to the other girls in my class, I got
very worried.  I became depressed and moody and started to shut myself
off from my friends.

One day, after gym class, I was changing in the locker room and
noticed Terry.  She was very tall, almost six foot.  She had flowing
dark brown hair halfway down her arched back and a trim, athletic
build.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her.  She had just started school
here, she had moved in from Colorado.  She was lovely.  At night, when
I couldn't control myself any longer, and started to touch myself, it
was her angelic face that was in my mind's eye.

It didn't take long for me to develop a giant crush on Terry.  I was
thinking about her day and night.  But I was so ashamed, I kept it to
myself, withdrew even further into myself.  My parents made me see a
psychiatrist and what few friends I still had were very worried about
me.

I started to feel more and more ashamed of myself.  I caught myself
staring at the other girls in the locker room almost on a regular
basis.  And in the shower, I'd watch them soaping up their bodies and
rinsing themselves in the hot, steamy water.  There was a shower stall
that was around a corner and you couldn't see into and I'd sneak off
in there and put my fingers on my hot little pussy and masturbate
furiously and try to squelch my moans.  I always tried to not get
caught.  But I was worried that sooner or later, one of them would
catch me.

Then, something happened.  It was after school.  It was two days until
Christmas vacation and things were slowing down.  Most of the kids
were vacationing with their parents early and school was almost
deserted.  I went to get my stuff out of my locker before leaving.
When I opened it, a note fell out.  I looked around before I picked it
up.  I opened it and read what it said, "I saw you.  I know."

It felt like I had been hit in the stomach.  I felt sick and ran to
the girls room to throw up.  I tried to regain my composure, but every
time I thought I was just about calmed down again, I'd start to cry or
shake.  I was at least thankful that I had the bathroom to myself.
The next day, I faked sick so I wouldn't have to got to school and
face it.  Since my parents were at work and my sister and brothers
were all at school, I was alone in the house.  I couldn't make up my
mind if it was a good thing or not.  I was alone, but that left me
with no distractions.  I worried all day and then I started to cry
again.  I ran to my room and put my face into my pillows to keep from
being heard should anybody come home early.  Who was it that had seen
me?  What would they do?  They'd probably get their friends together
and beat me up.  Or report me to the guidance counselor, who'd
probably tell my parents.  They already had me going to therapy,
they'd probably send me to a nuthouse if they knew I was looking at
the other girls in the showers.

All through Christmas vacation, I worried about it.  I was a wreck and
my parents were loosing patience with me.  They were not tolerant in
any sense of the word.  They wanted me to straighten up and start
acting like a normal sixteen-year-old.  And I could hardly get out of
bed in the morning.

Finally, vacation ended and I had to go back to school.  I went
through the first three classes constantly worried.  I was a nervous
wreck.  I couldn't pay attention and got yelled at by two teachers,
which made it even worse.  I tried to keep my eyes to myself, but
eventually, I started looking around, to see if anybody was looking at
me.  I knew in my head that they  were all watching me, the little
dyke.  They were all looking for some opportunity to do whatever it
was they were planning to do.  But whenever I looked around, I didn't
see anything unusual.  Just a bunch of teenagers annoyed at being back
at school after a vacation.

Then it was time for fourth period, gym class.  On my way, I was so
nervous I stopped in the bathroom to try to calm down.  But it didn't
help any.  In the locker room, I kept my eyes to myself and didn't do
anything that I thought might make me look suspicious, but I was still
worried.  After the class was over, I avoided going into the locker
room until the other girls had left.  Lunch was next, so I didn't have
to worry about missing class.  I was starting to think that maybe it
was just some kind of practical joke.  Just somebody messing with my
head and that I was just reading too much into it.

I was changing at my locker.  I was wearing nothing other than a pair
of cotton panties when somebody came up from behind me and slipped a
blindfold around my eyes.

"Shh.  Don't say anything."  It was a calm voice, but I didn't know it
off hand.  She tied the blindfold around me.  I started to turn and
she said, "No, stay still, Molly."  Then I felt soft, warm hands
reaching around me.  They were so hot, and I was so frightened, I
thought my body would melt under her touch.  They slowly moved up my
body and to my small breasts, cupping them and pinching my nipples
very gently.  Through my fright, I barely heard a very soft moan and
realized it was my voice.

She started to kiss me softly.  First on my shoulders and neck, then
she tilted my head to her and took my lips to her mouth.  I was
shuddering and terrified, but I could feel my panties getting damp.

"Don't cry.  Don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of, Molly.  I
saw you looking at me, at all the girls.  I knew what you were doing
in the shower and every time I'd finger my pussy late at night, I
thought about you doing it.  About you looking at the girls, at me,
and touching yourself, putting your hands inside those pubes of yours.
You know, I love redheads...  I thought about you stroking your clit
and how much I wanted to suck your nipples and put my tongue inside
you, taste you and make you cum hard.  About what I'd do to you if I
ever got the chance.  And then I decided to make my own opportunity.
So I put the note in your locker.  I was hoping I'd get to see you the
next day, but you didn't come to school.  I masturbated for hours that
night, thinking about you..."

Finally, I spoke,  "W-w-who are you?  Tell me."

"No.  Not yet anyway."  There was a faint hint of a giggle when she
said it and again I felt her hands on my body, pulling me closer to
her.  God!  She felt so hot!  She pressed her body up against my back
and started running her hands up and down me very, very slowly.  She
was still clothed, but I could feel the heat coming off her, it wasn't
just my fright, which was now almost gone.  It was her, she radiated
heat.  Her whole body.  I couldn't believe she could keep from
bursting
into flames.  It seemed to come off her in waves, nearly searing my
naked flesh.  Again, she kissed me.  Her mouth was like velvet and
even hotter than her body.  Gently, she probed my mouth with her
tongue.  It moved into my mouth and began to caress my own.  I could
feel the liquid heat between my legs.  Like just before I would cum
when I fingered myself.  Except it was hotter.  It was more intense
than anything I had ever felt.  The girl kept kissing me, deeper and
more passionately.  She had the back of my head in her hand and was
running her fingers through my hair.  Then all, of a sudden, I felt a
little pulling sensation, almost imperceptible.  I heard a soft click.
By the time I had gotten the blindfold off, she was gone.  She had
taken a lock of my hair.

I was going to get my clothes on and try to find her, but I realized I
had other, more pressing matters to attend to first.  My white panties
were soaked with the juice from my pussy.  I was hot and needed a
release.  I went to the showers and found my favorite stall.  I
stripped my panties off and started the water.  I took a second to
sniff my panties before I got in the hot water and couldn't believe
it.  They were stronger than ever and were soaked clean through.  I
stepped into the steaming water and put my hands at my little pussy
immediately.  I rubbed my clit like a madwoman, my other hand plunging
its fingers deep inside before I even realized that I was doing it.
My insides were clutching at my hand and I felt something start in my
belly.  It was a second or two before I realized that it was an
orgasm.  I had cum before, but nothing like this.  It seemed to wash
over me and melt my entire body in waves of pleasure.  I felt like I
was drowning in a warm sea of it.  I rode it out and stifled my cries
by shoving my mouth against my shoulder while my hands kept violating
my own body.  Finally, it happened, the orgasm came and I collapsed
onto the tiles, my pussy still grasping obscenely at the two fingers
left inside.

Needless to say, the rest of the day, I was much more relaxed.



A couple of days went by without event.  There were times when I
almost convinced myself it had all just been a dream.  The note, the
blindfold, the girl, the heat, cumming in the shower.  But I had
bruises on my knees and arms from falling in the shower.  And every
time I brushed my hair, I could feel that there was a lock missing.

At night, I would bury my hands in my pussy and my mouth at my
shoulder.  Or my pillow.  Or a stuffed animal.  Or just twist my face
up in knots and try to keep from yelling and crying out loud at the
pleasure my hands and dirty thoughts were giving me.  I no longer
cared that what I was doing or thinking was a sin according to my
upbringing.  At church on Sunday, I went through all the motions and
pretended everything was normal.  But later that day my brother pulled
me aside.

"What's up with you Molly?"

"What?  What are you talking about?"

"You've been acting weird lately.  Even for you."

"No I haven't.  And you oughta mind your own business."

"I would, but I can hear you crying and moaning at night through the
wall.  My room is right on the other side of that wall, you know.
What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing.  Leave me alone."

"Oh," He said with a look of realization coming across his face.  "You
better not let mom or dad catch you, Molly.  They'd finally ship you
off to the looney bin like they should've already."

"Fuck you!"

He reached to slap me, and then he thought better of it.  Even though
my parents were not too happy with me lately, they'd still take my
word over his on anything.

"You just watch yourself."

That night, the euphoria I had been in for the last few days was
shattered and I cried myself to sleep, careful not to make any noise
at all.  My face was buried so deep in my pillows I could barely
breathe, but I gradually learned not to make any noise.



Monday, I was back at school.  I went to my locker to get my history
book, my favorite subject.  I opened my locker and there on top of my
stuff was another note, slipped in through the vent slots.  It was
written on silky red paper with black ink.  It was the same writing as
the first note.  I instantly felt my crotch grow damp.

I waited until I got home that day and was alone.  I locked the door
to my room and sat on my bed.  I started to read.  Her writing was
beautiful.  She was telling me how beautiful she thought I was and how
she dreamed of me and wanted me so badly.  Nobody had ever said these
kind of things to me, never expressed such warmth or passion towards
me and I didn't know what to think.  I had always felt worthless and
ugly and ignored.  And now here was this girl I whose name I didn't
even know.  Whose face I hadn't seen.  And she was telling me how
crazy she was about me.  Something rose up deep inside me, from a very
dark place and told me that this was wrong, that this was a girl and I
shouldn't have those thoughts about a girl.  Then all of a sudden that
was pushed away.  Because I read the next line.

She wanted to meet me.  Alone.  Some place private.

The next day I found another note with the time and the place.  The
woods at the edge of town.  That Friday night.  That night I held the
notes in one hand while my other hand rubbed and clutched madly at my
pussy.  I smelled the perfume on the paper and ran its surface over my
naked chest and neck and shoved my mouth hard against my bare,
trembling shoulder until my hand finished its work and I came.  I fell
asleep that way, the love letters in one hand, clutched to my small
breasts, the other hand tucked away inside my wet crotch.

And that was the way my older sister found me the next day.

She was astonished.  She came into my room to wake me up and found me
naked, I had kicked off half my covers in the night.  My hand was
between my legs and there was still a large wet spot on my sheets from
what I had done to myself.  She closed the door quickly behind her.  I
turned bright red and almost began crying until I realized she wasn't
mad at me, she was worried.

"Molly, what is going on?"

"Nothing, I just-"

"Save it.  I'm not mad at you and I'm not going to tell mom or dad or
anybody.  I'm just worried about you.  I am your sister, you know."

I hid the letters immediately, even though she had seen them.  I still
didn't want her to read them, though.  "I was just uhm, you know."

"Yeah, I know," she said with smile.  "And I do it too.  You don't
need to feel embarrassed, Molly.  A lot of girls do that.  So what
have
you got there that's getting you so hot and bothered?  Love letters?"

"Um, yeah, kinda."

"Must have been pretty hot.  Who is he?"

"No 'he'," I said before I even realized what I had done.

"No 'he', huh?  What, is it several guys?  Let me guess, you're dating
the whole basketball team, right?"

I blushed and tried to hide my face and not look at my sister.

"C'mon, who is he?"

"It's not a he," I said.  This time I knew exactly what I was doing.
I had to tell somebody, finally.

"C'mon, if it's not a he then-" she broke off, a look of suprise
filling her face.  "Oh my god, it's," now she went to a whisper, "a
girl?"

"Yes."

"Oh god, Molly, a girl?  You're gay?"

"Yes.  Don't tell anybody, please.  Mom and dad would kill me.  I-"  I
broke off and started to cry.  The next thing I know, she had her arms
around me.

"Don't cry, okay?  I won't tell anybody.  How long have you know you
were, y'know, that way?"

Through my sniffling, I said, "I don't know.  A long time."

"God, Molly.  You kept this to yourself?  No wonder you've been such a
wreck."

"Yeah, you're the first person I've told."

"Well, I guess this girl knows," she said, pointing at the letters
behind my back.  "Who is she?"

"I don't know.  She wouldn't tell me her name.  She wants me to meet
her tomorrow night in the woods outside town."

"Are you gonna go?"

"I don't know."

"You ought to, if you like her."

"Would you cover for me, with mom and dad?"

"Hey, what're big sisters for?"



I kept to myself that day.  Then, at the end of the day, there was
note in my locker again.  Again, I waited till I got home and was
alone before I opened it.  She wrote about how beautiful my I looked
in the showers that day.  She said she could see my body when she
closed her eyes, like a ghost in her mind.  She told me how much she
wanted to kiss me again and rub her hands and mouth all over my naked
flesh.  I got up and wozily walked to my door to double-check the
lock.  Then I moved my dresser in front of the door, too.  And hour
later, I stumbled downstairs to dinner, flushed and barely able to
walk.  My sister noticed and gave me a coy smile.  I grinned and went
back upstairs to do my homework.



Friday, I was nervous again.  Not for the same reasons I had been
nervous before.  this time I was nervous about meeting her and what
would happen.  But I was very happy, too.  My friends noticed it, too.
Beth asked me what was going on.  I gave her the same smile I gave my
sister and said, "What, is there some law against a girl being happy?"

Franky spoke up and said, "There is when it's you.  You're always Miss
Doom-and-Gloom."

"Fuck you, Franky."

"Any time, gorgeous."

I laughed and went to history class.



After school, I went home to change.  I put on tight jeans and a
flowing blouse.  No bra.

I snuck out under the pretenses of studying with Beth and Franky.  I
planned to study, but it wasn't going to be the Pythagorean Theorem or
even the Civil War tonight.  Tonight I was going to study biology.
The female body, in particular.

I went to the spot in the woods she had told me and sat down.  It was
almost sunset.  I sat on a large, flat rock and watched it go down.  I
had thought to bring a flashlight, luckily.  And I know these woods
like the back of my hand.  I used to play here all the time as a
little girl.  My black denim jacket wasn't much protection against the
Pennsylvania winter, though.  I started to get impatient, and was just
about to leave, thinking she had chickened out when I heard a voice
from up in tree, say, "Put the flashlight down, Molly."

I did and heard her climbing down from her perch.  She had been there
the whole time.  She hugged me and she didn't even feel cold at all,
even though she had been out longer than me.  In fact, she felt hot,
just like she had in the locker room.  I still couldn't see her face
and I asked her again who she was.

"You don't know?"  she asked, a little suprised?

"No, you wouldn't tell me."

"I thought you knew.  You came all the way out here in the cold and
the dark and you didn't even know who I was?"

"Yes.  Please tell me."

She took her flashlight out of her coat, pointed it at her face and
turned it on.  It was Terry, the girl from Colorado.  She leaned
forward and kissed me again, that velvet mouth moving over mine with
even more passion that before.  I held her tightly and kissed her
back.  I think I had known who she was.  I don't really know how, but
I think I had known.  I think, mostly, I just wanted to look at her
face again before we kissed.  She moved her hands up and down my back
as our tongues danced in each others mouths.  I held her head in my
hands, pulling it towards mine, towards my mouth.  She broke it off.

"Come with me.  You'll freeze to death out here."

"Where are we going?"

"To my house."

I was afraid, but I went with her.  She held my hand and told me how
beautiful I looked in the moonlight.  We got to her house.  We went in
and she introduced me to her parents!  I couldn't believe it.  She
introduced me as her new girlfriend!  And then she took my hand and
led me to her room.

She led me into her room and we sat on her bed.  She smiled.  We
talked for a little while about school and stuff like that.  She
reached over and held my hand in hers and I thought my heart would
jump out of my chest.  It was incredible.  She went to the kitchen and
got some popcorn and grabbed video on her way back up.  While she was
gone, I looked around her room.  She had all the same CD's and books
I did.  It made me grin when I realized that.  It meant, at least to
me, we had something in common other than just a physical attraction.

She came back in just as I was going through her bookcase.  "See
anything you like?"  I turned around, a little embarrassed, and she
just stood there with a big smile on her face and a bowl or popcorn in
her arm.

"Sorry.  Didn't mean to spy or anything."

"Why do you think I left you alone?  Silly."

She put the tape in her VCR.  It was Empire Strikes Back.  We both
made
fun of the same lines and made the same jokes at the screen, then we
cracked up about that.  She cuddled up against me and took my hand in
hers and laid her head on my shoulder as we watched the movie.  That
was it.  That galaxy far away was long forgotten.  We sat through the
rest of the movie and I don't think I heard one line after they landed
on Bespin.  My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Terry.  And here she
was, right here with me and she wanted to do the same things.  I
didn't feel like a pervert anymore.  I didn't feel bad about the
feelings I was having, because she was having them, too.

I looked into her eyes and moved in and kissed her softly on the lips.
This was it.  This was what I had been waiting for.  She reached
behind me and took off my jacket and we kept kissing, more and more
passionately.  She moved her hands across my back and I did the same
thing to her.  I put my hands under her shirt and ran them slowly up
her back.  It felt like it was on fire and she moaned loudly into my
neck as I touched her.

She got up off the floor and held her hand out to me.  I reached up
and she helped me up and led me to her bed and we sat down.

She untucked my blouse from my jeans and moved her hands up my sides,
under my arms, around my back and then back to bring them to my
breasts again.  She rolled my hard nipples between her thumbs and
index fingers and I cried out in spite of myself.  I was getting wet
now, I could feel it seeping out of me.  I kissed Terry harder and
pulled her T-shirt off and took her breasts in my trembling hands.
They were just a little bigger than mine and very firm.  The skin was
so soft and smooth, like the finest porcelain.

"Put them in your mouth."

As nervous as I was, I couldn't do anything other than put my mouth to
her beautiful breasts.  I took her left nipple to my lips and sucked
it like a baby.  She moaned loudly into the back of my neck and the
heat of her moist breath sent delicious shivers up and down my spine.
Her hands were on my back, tracing delicate lines up and down my spine
while I sucked her nipples and licked at the flesh around them and I
was in heaven.

She pushed me back and with a wicked smile said, "Your turn."  She
slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it back from my chest.  She
bent down and put that fiery mouth on my left nipple and I had to
stifle my cries of pleasure into her flowing, dark mane of hair.  It
smelled like rain and strawberries.  I took a big lung-full in while
she
renewed her attack on my naked chest.  My panties were soaked again
and I could feel a small spot of the denim of my jeans grow damp.  My
breasts were slick and glistening with her hot saliva, now cooling in
the chilly room.

Slowly, she laid me down on her bed and moved over me, kissing her way
up from my waist to my lips, putting her soft hands all over me.
Sending her heat through my skin and into my brain.  My mind was on
fire for her.  I could feel the beginning tingles of sweat cropping up
on my shivering flesh.  She lifted my arm and began to lick the sweat
from under it.  I moaned and instantly tried to stop myself.

She moved up and held my face in her hands and stroked my cheek told
me I didn't have to be quiet.  "My parents know why you're here.  And
the door's locked.  Make all the noise you wa-"

I silenced her by grabbing her head and forcing her mouth to mine.  We
kissed and rubbed our naked chests together.  Her whole body was hot.
I still couldn't get over it, the heat coming off of her naked skin.
It was the middle of January.  The room was freezing.  She should be
like ice, but she wasn't.  She was so hot that she was making me sweat
underneath her.

She pulled back.  She grabbed my belt and said, "I want to taste you,
Molly.  I want to put my tongue inside you."

I just lay there for a moment, uncertain what to do next.  Astonished
at her dirty talk.  Then I snapped out of it and smiled and lewdly
undid my pants for her.  Slowly, so slowly I thought my mind would
over-heat, she eased my jeans down my thighs, her soft hands brushing
against my now-naked skin on their way down.  She pulled off my shoes
and finished taking my pants off.  She took my right leg in her hands
and took off my sock.  And then she began planting soft, small kisses
on my bare feet.  She began licking my toes and then sucking on them.
I hadn't expected anything like this.  I gasped, my eyes wide.  She
looked down at me and smiled and I knew it was all right and closed my
eyes again and let her work her way up my foot and then up my calf and
then my thigh.  She started to lick my skin when she got to my naked
thigh.

"God, Molly.  You skin is like milk..."  Terry said in between licks
and kisses, the heat of her mouth and breath going through my skin and
into my bloodstream.  Her hands were under me, on my butt, rubbing and
kneading my flesh through the thin cotton of my panties.  She kissed
down the inside of my left thigh and then back up and moved between my
legs.  She laid my legs down on either side of her and squirmed under
them, so that my ankles rested on her back.  She moved right up to my
crotch and then looked up, right into my eyes.

"Molly, I, I've never done this before.  I've went with girls, but it
never got this far."

Knowing that she liked dirty talk, I put my fingers to her lips and
said, "Shut up and eat me"

She smiled the most wicked smiled I've ever seen and put her head down
again, right between my legs.  Her breath was so hot!  I thought it'd
scaled me through the thin cotton.

"You're so wet.  Do you get like this when you play with yourself in
the showers?  Does your pussy burn and tingle and soak your jeans in
class?  Do you play with it a lot?  I can see those red pubes through
your panties.  Pretty-girl panties.  White cotton turns me on."

I couldn't take it any more and I did what I knew she wanted me to do.
I reached down and ran my hand under the waistband of my panties and
put my fingers inside of myself, right there in front of her face.  I
moaned softly as my fingers went into my tender pussy.  I was on
fire, too.  My pussy walls contracted and twitched at the invasion.
Shivers ran up my spine and I had a tremendous orgasm.

Terry reached up, took hold of my hand very gently, and removed it
from me.  She brought it to her mouth and began to lick and suck my
dripping fingers, running her velvet tongue over the soaked palm of my
wicked little hand.  She licked me clean.  Then she put her face
between my legs again and started to tongue my throbbing little clit
through the soaked white cotton fabric.  I moaned again as her mouth
explored my crotch.

Then she reached up and took hold of the waistband and eased my
panties down my thighs and threw them to the floor.  Then she moved
down between my trembling legs again.  She moved her hand through my
soft, red pubic hair and told me how beautiful it was.  She bent her
head down and suddenly took my clitoris in between her moist lips,
setting my mind reeling with the heat of her mouth on my private
parts.  Her tongue and lips were on my skin, my hottest place was
being
devoured and I felt like I was drowning again in pleasure.  Every
fiber of my being was twitching under her delicate touches and kisses
and licks.  She nibbled at my clit and prodded my tight pussy with her
tongue, trying to put it as far inside my wetness as she could.  I was
whimpering and writhing under her.

She ate at my twitching pussy like a starving woman.  She licked and
tongued me for what seemed like an eternity.  She made me cum again
and again.  Every time was better than the last, my pussy was now red
and sopping wet.  I had soaked the blankets on Terry's bed with my
juices.  She still wasn't done with me though.  As she ate me again,
her hand working on my clutching pussy, she did something I'll never
forget.  She folded her hand up and slipped it all the way inside me.
My eyes flew open in a mix of suprise, pain and, mostly, pleasure.
She looked a little concerned and started to take her hand out.  I
told her I liked it and begged her to keep it inside me.  I could feel
every finger wiggling around inside my body.  I contracted my muscles
around her hand and saw the look of surprise on her face.  Her tongue
had went back to my clit and resumed its nasty work.  And then it
happened.  I came.

It was the most incredible experience of my life, that orgasm that
Terry gave me that night.  My eyes flew open again when I realized
that what I had mistaken for some kind of heart attack or something
was actually my impending orgasm!  I thrashed around on Terry's bed
and
screamed and screamed and screamed.  I let go all the things that had
been on my shoulders for so long.  It all washed away and when the
orgasm had finally subsided, Terry later told me it had been a couple
of minutes, I lay limp and sweaty in a puddle of my own cum in the
middle of Terry's bed.  She looked up from between my legs and deeply
into my eyes with that same angelic look on her face that made me fall
in love with her to begin with.  Her face was slick with my cum.  Her
hair was a little matted with her sweat and she looked more beautiful
than anything I had ever seen.  Very gently, she took her hand out of
me.  There was loud slurping noise as it came out and Terry made a
show out of licking it clean.

I could barely move, but I wanted to give Terry the same kind of
pleasure she had just given me.  I asked her to sit on my face.  She
smiled, stripped off her pants and her blood-red lace panties.  Then
she crawled up on top of me and lowered her pussy to my face.  First,
I touched it with my fingers and stroked her clit a little.  She gave
a loud whimper and threw her head down.  Her hair fell all around her
pussy and my face and I was blinded for a few seconds.  I took in a
big whiff from her hair, then she moved her head back up and I took a
tentative sniff at hr crotch.

It smelled divine.  There was a musky, sweaty smell to it, but it also
smelled like soap.  She must have showered right before she went into
the woods that night.  Just like I did.  I smiled at the thought of
her going out of her way to please me and then extended my tongue to
her silky folds.  I traced my way up her lips and found her hard clit
and began to nibble at it.  She bucked and moaned above me and I was
a little worried she was going to crush my head in between her strong,
silky thighs.  But she was very gentle, always.  She reached down and
stroke my hair while I licked her hot pussy.

She came and gushed hot clear juice down on my face and she moaned and
clutched at herself.  My whole face was covered by the time she was
done.  I told her to get up.  My legs were feeling strong enough to
stand, if only for a few seconds, so I laid her down on the bed and
moved over her.  I nibbled at her rock-hard nipples and kisses and
licked and caressed her tall, amazon body.  I traced her tan lines
with my fingers and felt her quiver under my touch.  Then I bent down
and kissed her long and deep, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue.
I ran my hands all over her body as we kissed and I put one hand at
her pussy and started to finger her soft, wet folds.  She moaned into
my mouth.  As I kept my fingers pumping into her grasping, twitching
body, I kissed my way back down her body and softly bit at her
nipples.  This set her off and she came again, this time coating my
hand with sticky, gooey warmth.

I didn't even bother to clean it off, I just dove face-first into her
again.  I started in on her pussy ad heard her gasp.  I licked her
furiously.  I pretended it was her mouth and made out with it, her
clit becoming a tongue in my mind.  The flesh of her pussy was so
tender and she was so wet.  It was delicious.  It was salty and musky,
like I thought, but I was a little surprised to taste a slight
sweetness flowing out of her.  I lapped it up.  I needed her pussy.  I
needed that wetness around my tongue, that musky-sweet-sweaty odor
filling my nostrils and making me wet, too.

Finally, I decided to try what she had done.  I asked her if she
wanted my hand in her.  She whimpered that she didn't think she could
take it.  That she was exhausted.  I was going to let it drop.  I
moved
up to kiss her and she stopped me.  "No, I changed my mind.  Put your
hand in me, please.  I want it."

I went down back between her long, slender legs and nibbled teasingly
at her clit a little and she started to whimper, so I started to
stroke her with my hand.  I folded it up just like she had done to me.
I placed it at the entrance to her hot pussy and very slowly began to
push.  I saw her look up, in surprise.  She clutched at her chest
until
she got her wind back and then I resumed my probing.  Slowly, I moved
my hand ever upwards.  Then, before I knew it, my wrist was engulfed
by her swollen pussy lips.  She gasped for air again and started to
buck under me.  I put one hand on the smooth skin of her tummy and
held her down.  Then I put my face between her legs again and started
to lick her with renewed fury.  I lapped at her clit and shoved my
hand in and out of her.  She was moaning and wailing as I violated her
over and over, she was begging me not to stop, to fuck her cunt wit
my hand, so I kept on.  Soon, I felt her internal muscles begin to
contract around my probing fingers and clutch at my hand.  Now, it was
so tight inside her, I couldn't get my hand out, so I moved it around
inside her and licked her clit while she thrashed around on the bed,
clutching my head and my hair with both hands, shoving my face into
her musky crotch.  She began to cum and it was and eternity before
she had finished.  She thrashed around so much, I was afraid she hurt
one of us.  But I couldn't go anywhere.  Her strong legs were locked
behind my head and wouldn't let go.  And I didn't want to stop until
it was over.  Finally, her orgasm passed and her legs relaxed and I
pulled my hand out of her with a loud slurping pop sound and we both
started to laugh like lunatics.

We climbed in under the covers together and she held me in her arms.
She was still twitching a little from her orgasm.

"Is it all right if I stay tonight?"

"Sure," Terry said.  She caressed my sides and my shoulders and
planted a little kiss on my shoulder.

"Your parents know you like girls?"

"Sure they do.  And you can say the word lesbian, right?" she said
with an easy smile.

"I-i- only told one person.  My sister.  That was just yesterday."

"Wow.  You mean you never told anybody else?  Tell me."

"Huh?"

"Tell me you're a lesbian."

"Why?"

"You'll know why once you've said it."

I thought about it for a moment.  I wasn't sure if I understood, but I
knew I was crazy about Terry and wanted her to like me.  So if that's
all it'd take, I figured what the hell...

"I'm a lesbian."  Instantly, I felt something inside me give way.
Some protection that had kept me from being who I was, that had held
my real self behind a mask.  I started to cry and Terry put her arms
around me.  I tried to silence myself, to be quiet like I had learned.
Terry wouldn't let me.

"Don't hush it up like that.  Let it out, cry if you want."

And I did.  I cried and let it out.  That night, in her arms, I told
her everything.  All those things I had been hiding and ashamed of
seemed all right that night in Terry's arms.  I came out a few days
later to my parents.  To my surprise, my dad was very understanding
and
gave me a big hug and told me he loved me no matter what.  It was my
mom and oldest brother who disowned me.  A rift developed between my
mom and dad.  They divorced and he got custody of me and my sister and
younger brother.  I'm now nineteen and in college.  Terry and I are
roommates and madly in love.  And I make all the noise I can.