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Archive name: xena.txt (Adult Youth, Encounters f/F)
Authors name: Jan (janmay699@icqmail.com)
Story title : Diane finds her Xena

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Diane finds her Xena (Adult Youth, Encounters f/F)
By Jan (janmay699@icqmail.com)

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Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains 
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If 
this type of content offends you or you are under the 
age of 18 do not read it. Please mail to: 
janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future 
chapters.

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I guess I should tell you a little about myself. I am a 
southern girl my family lives an hour or so south of 
Atlanta, Georgia. I am a natural honey blonde. My skin 
is so pink that it looks almost translucent; it has been 
described as alabaster. I would be covered with freckles 
if I didn't avoid the sun, because of the possibility of 
my contracting skin cancer. I am not a good student and 
that makes me feel inferior to my classmates.

My only friend is a neighbor girl named Linda. We have 
gone to school together all the way from preschool. I 
always felt crushed when we did not have the same 
homeroom. As close as we are she does not share my 
passion for Xena the Princess Warrior, but she tolerated 
my obsession.

I became a fan of the television drama when it first 
came on. I didn't identify with Xena as much as 
Gabriela. I wanted to have a woman like Xena to be my 
hero. As the years passed my collection of Xena 
memorabilia became quit extensive. I bought every fan 
magazine I could find on anything about the show or Lucy 
Lawless.

I even found a pattern for the costumes worn by 
Gabriela. I bought them and some tan and reddish leather 
and some course home spun wool in green so I could make 
costumes. I tried to make them look as authentic as 
possible. I styled my hair the way that Gabriela styled 
her hair. My hair is a redder blonde but I would never 
change the color of my hair.

The year that I was old enough to get my driver's 
license was the year that they had a Xena convention in 
Atlanta. I had months to prepare for the event. I got my 
parents permission to take Dad's old sedan for the 
weekend. I found a cheap motel in the yellow pages that 
not too far from the hotel that was hosting the 
convention. I made reservations by mail without seeing 
the place.

When the date arrived, I was thrilled about the 
possibility of getting Lucy Lawless's autograph. Almost 
nothing could dampen my excitement. When I arrived at 
the motel I found that it was a sleaze place and Friday 
night the coming and goings of hookers was keeping me 
awake, or possibly it was just the excitement of my 
anticipation of going to my first Xena convention.

I got up early and dressed in my best Gabriela costume. 
I did not want to be seen in public dressed like this so 
I covered it with a light duster overcoat before I drove 
to the hotel. After parking in a lot where I could see 
the entrance to the convention center I sat there 
watching people arriving and getting into a line.

A lot of them were dressed in costume. I finally worked 
up the nerve to get out of my car and toss the duster 
into the back seat. I got in line and began looking over 
the other costumed women. A lot of them were dressed as 
Xena. The variety of figures and costumes was 
overwhelming. Most of them didn't look very much like 
Lucy. They were too skinny, too fat, too short and very 
few had the right color of hair. The costumes were just 
as varied. Some of the costumes were almost comical in 
the amateurish appearance. Some were so well made that 
they looked like they may have come right out of the 
prop department of the show.

When the doors of the convention hall opened I was glad 
to get inside away from the passing cars and the rude 
remarks of the people driving by. I was like a child in 
a candy store. The hall had been divided into different 
areas. There was an open area where fans could see the 
stage. Near the stage were tables where fans could line 
up for autographs from celebrity's when they were going 
to be available. Most of the place was vendor booths 
lined up in rows, selling everything from dolls to 
costumes. They all seemed to have free giveaway posters 
and plastic bags to carry your purchase in.

I was busy checking out the booths, looking for anything 
I wanted to add to my collection. I was calculating how 
I could save money to buy the things I wanted to buy. It 
startled me when I felt a hand on my arm. When I turned 
to see who was touching me I was impressed by the 
stature of the women to my right. She was a tall woman 
with dark hair. I was struck with her authentic looking 
costume. Her armor looked just like the costume that 
Lucy wore in the first episode. Her sword was slung over 
her shoulder in an animal skin sheath and she had a 
shockrum tied to her right hip. I was pulled into her 
blue eyes.

She complemented me on my Gabriela costume. I thanked 
her and told her that her costume looked like it was 
real. She admitted some of it was real and the rest she 
had made.

About then an announcement was made that Lucy Lawless 
would arrive to sign autographs in a half-hour. The 
women directed me in the direction of the autograph 
tables by walking behind me with her hands on my hips. 
While we were in the line she told me her name was 
Elizabeth, but preferred Beth. I told her my name was 
Diane. We chatted about our interest in everything about 
the Xena show. She asked me if I was staying in the 
hotel and I told her that I was staying in a cheep motel 
to save money. We had developed a warm relationship by 
the time Lucy had arrived and we worked our way up to 
get her autograph.

Afterwards Beth asked me if I wanted to buy anything 
before they closed the booths until tomorrow. I said I 
wanted to wait until the last minute. She directed me 
towards the lobby of the hotel in the same way she had 
before. As we worked our way through the crowd several 
women greeted Beth by name. She acknowledged them by 
name too. The women were looking at me too.

Beth did not stop to introduce me to them. She was 
moving as if she was in a hurry. We went through the 
lobby to the elevators. She pushed the up button and she 
directed me to an elevator when the doors opened. She 
pushed the fourth floor button and moved to the back of 
the elevator. She leaned back against the wall and 
spread her legs as she pulled me back against her. Her 
hands were resting on my hips and stroking me gently.

When the elevator stopped we got out and she directed me 
to the right. She produced a plastic credit key card to 
open the door from her costume. When we were inside I 
saw a lot of memorabilia on top of the round table in 
front of the large window looking out over a nice park 
looking towards the city. There were two large chairs on 
rollers.

I asked Beth if I could look at her memorabilia. Beth 
told me to make myself at home. So I was looking through 
her stuff while she removed her armor. She unbuckled the 
breastplate and placed it against the wall next to the 
dresser and TV cabinet. Then she removed the Roman style 
leather skirt and placed it on the armor.

She removed her wristbands and jewelry. She placed them 
on her dresser. I watched as she unlaced the waist of 
her leather dress and pulled it over her head. She sat 
on the bed to remove her Roman style shin guard armor 
and sandals. When she stood up, she lifted her large 
breasts with both hands and wiped sweat from under them.

I could smell the damp leather from where I stood. All 
she had on was leather underpants held up by a leather 
drawstring. She approached me and took me into her arms 
and surprised me by kissing me on the lips. At first I 
went rigid, then as I began to feel her hands stroking 
my back I relaxed. Her tongue went into my mouth and her 
hand's slide down my back to cup both cheeks of my ass. 
She squeezed my butt, as her kiss became more demanding.

I felt the softness of her big breasts pressed against 
my body. Her breasts were creamy white with grayish 
brown areolas with large nipples that were flat at the 
tip. They looked like large erasers on pencils. I was 
attracted to the smell of leather and the sweat of a 
large woman.

She excused herself and went to the bathroom. I heard 
water running. I sat on the bed to think about what had 
just taken place. I knew she was what my schoolmates 
called a lesbian dyke; if I stayed she was going to make 
love to me. I had to decide if I wanted to leave or not. 
If I stayed it would mean that I would accept her 
advances. When I felt juices wetting my leather 
underpants, I knew that I wanted to find out what it was 
like for women to make love to each other.

When she returned water was still clinging to her body 
where she failed to dry herself off after her sponge 
bath. When she saw that I was still there her smile 
beamed as she walked across the room she gathered me 
into her arms again. This time her kiss was even more 
demanding. She took hold of the rawhide lace in the 
front of my green wool and tan leather halter-top and 
pulled them to loosen them. She lifted the halter up and 
over my head. My breasts felt cool being exposed to the 
air. Beth took them in her hands and massaged them 
almost as if she was giving me a breast examination. Her 
mouth was the first mouth to ever suck my pink nipples.

When she reached for the leather drawstring holding my 
reddish leather skirt to my waist the skirt fell to the 
floor. Now we were both standing there in the room in 
nothing but our leather underpants. They were warm from 
our body heat. She pulled the drawstring on her own 
underpants. When the fell to the floor I saw her dark 
pubic bush. She shaved it just enough to keep the odd 
strand from poking out of the legs of her underpants.

Beth turned me around so that my back was pressed 
against her naked body. She used her tongue to trace the 
inside of my ear as she reached under my arms to cup my 
breasts. She used her index fingers to toy with my 
nipples. They became hard and sensitive to her every 
manipulation. When she switched to the other ear she 
reached down to pull the drawstring and stretch the top 
of my underpants. She pushed them down and they fell 
around my feet. She rubbed her right hand over my pubic 
hair as her left hand returned to my left tit.

She ran her finger between the lips of my cunt and toyed 
with my clitoris for a moment. Then she reached up and 
smeller her fingers and let me smell her fingers. I felt 
her move to my side so that her cunt came in contact 
with my hipbone. I felt her hair rubbing me as she 
masturbated herself on my hip.

She picked me up like a child and carried me to one of 
the beds. When she laid me down she removed the leather 
underpants and dropped them on the floor. She stood 
there taking in my strawberry reddish pubic hair. She 
let out a Xena yell and virtually dove onto the bed 
between my legs and claimed my cunt with her mouth.

This was the first time anyone had ever touched my cunt 
other that doctor's. I had masturbated a little but not 
very often. When I felt her suck my clitoris into her 
mouth and suck on it, I felt like I was going to faint. 
She reached under my butt with both hands and lifted my 
ass off the bed as she pressed her face into my cunt.

When she drilled her tongue into my vagina I was moaning 
and wiggling around on her hands. It could have been 
seconds or it could have been hours, because time lost 
all meaning to me, when I had a strong climax. The 
result was that I relaxed so completely that I peed in 
her face. Beth shocked me by drinking as much of my pee 
as she could. Just the same the bed under me became 
soaked in pee.

When she pulled her hands out from under me my butt 
settled back onto the bed and felt the warm wetness on 
the bed spread. Beth got up and pulled me to my feet. 
She led me to the bathroom when she turned on the water 
in the tub. She adjusted the temperature before she 
switched it to the showerhead. She pulled me in after 
her. She washed me like a child. She took the Waterpick 
showerhead by the handle and adjusted it to the pulse 
and directed it at my cunt. It felt so good that I 
thought I would climax again. Then she washed the crack 
of my ass with a soapy hand then rinsed it with that 
pulsing spray. When she was satisfied that I was clean 
she turned off the water and reached for the towel and 
dried me like a baby.

When we returned to the room she gave me a change of 
clothes. But she did not give me any underpants nor did 
she put any on. She told me she wanted me to check out 
of the motel and move in with her.

We took the elevator down to the third floor basement. 
We found her metallic green Mustang convertible. We 
gathered up my belongings and checked me out of the 
motel quickly. When we returned to the hotel we went 
right up to her room and dropped my stuff off before 
going to the restaurant in the hotel. She selected a 
table in the back and rather than sit across from me she 
sat to the left of me. That way we both could see the 
dinning room.

Several women that had been at the convention made eye 
contact and nodded at us. Beth returned the nods. She 
ordered dinner for the both of us. When the waitress 
left Beth leaned in my direction and placed her right 
hand under the white table cloth and took hold of my 
skirt and pulled it up until she could place her hand on 
my soft inner thigh.

I must have blushed, thinking everyone knew what she was 
doing. She slid her hand up until she was toying with my 
clitoris again. I could hardly sit still. I had another 
climax before the waitress returned with a folding stand 
and a tray with out dinner on it. I was so short of 
breath that my chest was heaving, as Beth smelled her 
fingers again.

The waitress placed our plates in front of us and smiled 
sweetly as she asked if there was anything else she 
could do to make our meal more enjoyable. Beth smiled 
and said thank you, not at the moment.

I felt so naked sitting there with my skirt up around my 
lap. I had not even noticed the buss boy standing near a 
pillar until I finished my salad. He was there picking 
up the dish and filling our water glasses with iced 
water. The water had a slight lemony taste. When we 
finished dinner Beth selected two slices of a decadent 
chocolate cake from the dessert cart for both of us. She 
told the waitress to bring us a sweet red wine and she 
ordered it by name.

After the waitress returned with two glasses and left to 
service another table. We took a bite of the cake. I 
could taste several different kinds of chocolate. The 
icing was dark and tasted very coca like. Each of the 
four layers tasted different. The creamy icing between 
each layer tasted different too. Some had a coffee 
taste. The wine was sweet but it did clean the pallet 
between each bit, so I could enjoy the taste of each bit 
of the cake.

As the buss boy removed the last plate the waitress 
returned with the bill. Beth signed for it and we sat 
back to enjoy the after glow of a fine meal. Then one of 
the middle-aged women that had nodded at Beth approached 
us. Beth invited her to have a seat. We talked about 
what we thought about the convention and what we were 
planning on buying the next day. The conversation was 
light. 

Finally we made our good byes and as I stood up I had 
forgotten that my skirt was up around my waist. Before 
the skirt fell everyone saw my pink pubic hair. The 
other woman and the waitress both gave me the sweetest 
smiles.

I could have died when I felt the skirt fall and knew 
that these women had seen my naked cunt. The women said 
I hope I see more of you soon and shook my hand. Beth 
led me back to her room. Room service had been there and 
changed the bedding. Beth undressed me and told me how 
proud she was of me. She sat me on the side of the bed 
and knelt in front of me and sucked my cunt until I 
climaxed. I fell back on the bed to catch my breath.

Beth pulled me to my feet and turned me around and 
pushed me forward until I crawled up onto the bed on my 
knees. Beth used her hands to let me know that she 
wanted me to lean forward. When I was on all fours she 
parted the cheeks of my butt with both hands. When I 
felt her breath on my anus, my arms collapsed and my 
face pressed against the bed spread.

When I felt her tongue being forced into my asshole I 
bit the spread. No one had ever even touched me there 
before, let alone kissed me there before. It seemed so 
dirty and so exciting that she wanted to do that to me. 
When I climaxed again I felt my juices dripping out of 
my cunt. Beth did let any touch the bed.

Now it was my turn she lay on the bed with her head on 
the pillow and legs bent and spread. I lay on my tummy 
between them. I relished the smell of her cunt. The hair 
tickled my nose. I sucked her cunt until she grabbed the 
back of my head and smashed my face into her cunt.

I knew she was climaxing and I slurped up everything 
that she gave me. She pulled me up on top of her and 
kissed me on the mouth. When I settled next to her and 
in the crux of her underarm I turned my face to her body 
so I could take her nipple into my mouth. What a way for 
me to go to sleep.

In the morning we got dressed in our costumes, but Beth 
didn't let me put on my leather underpants. We had 
breakfast and gathered with her friends while we waited 
for the convention to open. The woman we had talked to 
last night was the first to move next to me and feel my 
ass. I didn't want to embrace myself by making a fuss.

She took that as encouragement and her hand went under 
my leather skirt. She gave me a warm smile as she felt 
my smooth ass. With my back to the wall and a group of 
costumed women gathered around us, and with a study 
chatter of women talking the women slipped a finger into 
my asshole. I had a hard time standing still. I actually 
had a climax. My face flushed and I let out a moan. 
Everyone looked at me. I could have died.

The women pulled her finger out of my ass and smell it 
and tasted it. All the other women told Beth that I was 
charming and they hoped I would date them too. I blushed 
like a fool.

The day was a blur. I bought the additions to my costume 
I wanted and Beth bought me a very nice necklace with 
our names ingrained in it. I could not even guess how 
many times different women groped my cunt or ass. Beth 
helped me pack up my stuff and walked me to my car. We 
exchanged phone numbers and addresses. 

After one last kiss, I was on my way home. I knew that I 
would be staying with Beth at the next convention in the 
area. I was thinking about if I should tell Linda or 
not. I was not sure how she would react to my newfound 
sexuality.

I you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like 
told please send your mail to: janmay699@icqmail.com. 

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