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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Breakup (F/F-teen, inc, 1st-lesbian) By Kris (kris@underarock.com) *** This work is nothing more than a loose parody of the current (2001) WB network's television series. It is not meant to infringe upon their rights, and was not written for profit, and should not be charged for by anyone other than the WB network who has my official okay-dokay to use it in any upcumming episode. *** The light drifting in through the window, playing a moonscape of shadows over the curves of their naked bodies. In the dim light it was impossible to distinguish one body from the other. One could only see the coming dawn over valleys and hills of feminine loveliness. Lorelai was the first to move, just shifting her position enough to snuggle closer to her daughter Rory's back. She tentatively slid her hand along warm soft skin until it lay between Rory's breasts, with her lips, touching the back of Rory's warm neck. A long, deep sigh escaped Rory, then she reached behind her back and drew Lorelai's leg up closer, folding it into the crevice of her backside. Each woman felt herself swimming in a sea of contentment, full and nourished in the womb of her lover. Nothing was needed beyond this space and this moment... *** It had happened almost by accident. Lorelai had been rejected by her hunky boyfriend Max the night before, and her daughter had found her laying scrunched up on her bed in tears. Rory knew that whenever her mother was in her room, waiting for her in the dark, it had to be something bad. The story poured out of a sobbing Lorelai, how she'd loved Max, and how she had made a mess of things. All her daughter could do was hold her mother in her arms and whisper that things would be alright in time, and she was there for her and that she was loved. Maybe it was the wind she'd drunk, or the depression she felt, but for some reason her daughter's presence made Lorelai react in a way she would never have thought possible. She clung to her lovely daughter and as Rory stroked her hair, Lorelai reached up and pulled Rory's face to hers and they kissed. At first it was just a kiss, a thankful mother kissing her daughter. But as she pressed her lips firmly to her daughter's suddenly there was more, much more. Lorelai rolled Rory over onto her back and kissed her daughter like a lover would. Her body covered her daughter's and her mouth opened and her tongue thrust its way between her daughter's lips. Rory briefly struggled, but soon she lay back and let her mother do what she wanted. And what Lorelai wanted was to have a lover that wouldn't betray her, that would accept her no matter what she did. Rory fast became that person and her mother's hand slipped beneath her pants and between her legs. Rory lay there as Lorelai began to force her legs apart, then she jumped as she felt her mother's fingers exploring her womanhood. Before long the to women were rolling around feeling each other's naked bodied with abandon. Finally Lorelai guided Rory's hand down between her legs, pushing her daughter's fingers against her slick pussy opening. Rory, who loved her mother, didn't hesitate, she slipped a finger into her mother's sopping slit, then two, then three and she began rubbing her, back and forth, up and down, until within moments Lorelai gasped and her body jerked and went ridged. Rory watched amazed as her mother's orgasm crashed over her like a freight train. She'd never seen her mother so out of control. She'd never even imagined that she would one day see her mother having an orgasm, and one caused by her to boot. After Lorelai calmed down both women snuggled together in a spoon and fell a sleep shortly after. The second time they woke up Rory was the first to move. She turned completely around to face her mother. With her hand she brushed Lorelai's hair away from her face then kissed each of her closed eyelids, letting her lips linger on each one as if making love to the eyes beneath. Then she drew herself to Lorelai in a complete embrace winding her leg between hers. Lorelai responded, wrapping her arms and legs around Rory, eyes still closed and a beatific smile on her face. They lay there still, hugging, enjoying the feel of each other's nakedness. Then after a few moments, Lorelai's lips found Rory's and drank of them, a long full drink. Rory opened her mouth letting her mother in, then closed her lips around Lorelai's tongue and drank her morning kiss back from her. A mild sensation began to warm their bodies, their legs squeezing a little tighter around each other's, their breasts pressed together firmly, as they enjoyed the wonderful sensations, and with each wave of their gently rocking hips they pleasure increased. As if floating on a sea, but indistinguishable from the sea, their skin were the waves, and every part knew every other part and felt perfect. They were unashamed, unhidden, totally exposed and bare to each other. "You know me by my openness, and every part of me is open to every part of you," the waves seemed to say. And to Lorelai and Rory could feel it, that sensation, from every inch of each other's body through to their core. A flame kindled in this sea quickened and spread its fire from red pubic flesh through thighs and calves, and feet. And from the small red peak between each of their legs which firmed then glistened, then threw off its hood, to rise in a rush of fire filling their breasts, swelling their nipples, and swirling out their mouths in a fiery of pressed stinging lips. As mother and daughter let themselves go, let the worries of relationships, of school and family disputes, love's cream began to flow lubricating and accelerating their motion into an erotic dance as of sea serpents on a stormy ocean. Soon low moans could be heard, thrashing and giggles, and contented sighs, hands tugged at hair, tongues tasted ears, teeth bit nap, fingers roamed, rubbed, and probed, finding entry everywhere and denial nowhere. The signal of their coming orgasm could have been heard in the guttural notes torn from throats full of passion, like low sounds from water pipes thrust out by bursts of air. Then high notes joined the low, notes that could possibly be mistaken for pain to the uninitiated. And then it began. For a moment was all that had ever and would ever exist, all sound, all motion, all feeling was suspended. Two bodies locked together, tight and ridged, straining. Then Lorelai's jerked violently, pressing her clitorises against her daughter's making Rory groan with a deep pleasure never quite felt before. Her vision blurred and a deafening roar filled the teenager's ears and her mother's continued thrusts brought her rushing over the edge of sanity. Rory gasped and moaned her body jerking orgasmically out of control, no thought, no coherence at all, only primal lust, animal pleasure as her mother continued to stimulate her health young body. Finally, Rory begged Lorelai to stop. Her voice was cracked, her throat dry from spent passion, but she made herself understood. Her mother disengaged from her daughter's body and they lay side by side panting for breath. As the brilliant wonderful feelings slowing faded, mother and daughter realized for the first time that they were gasping for air almost unable to get enough. That their hearts were racing like they'd just run 10- miles without stopping. Then they lay flat out on their backs, motionless except for the desperate rising and falling of their breasts and the deafening pounding of their hearts as there blood rushed in their ears. Rory signed, then rose to one elbow facing her mother. Lorelai turned her head to see her daughter in all her young glory, perfect breasts and velvety skin. Lorelai finally spoke, "Honey, thank you, I really needed that." Rory looked deeply into her mother's dark sparkling eyes and responded, "Me to mom, me to..." END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - TV, Sitcom & Movie Archive