Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2001 07:52:35 -0700 (PDT) From: Kristen Abrhams <msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com> Subject: Alicia-3 ----------------------------------------------------------------- Alicia-3 ----------------------------------------------------------------- We walked hand-in-hand to the backstage area. Just looking at us, you'd say we were a couple of bobby-soxers looking to gossip privately. That's what we hoped. Of course, most bobby-soxers don't hold hands as they look for a place to dish. That was all I could do to keep my hands off of Karen. Hold her hand tight. It was Karen's high school reunion. I didn't go to mine, but we lived close enough that going to Karen's was no problem at all. Actually, I'm glad we were going to hers instead of mine. From what I'd heard, mine was a bunch of people drinking too much, trying to impress each other too much, and acting too much like asses. Karen's was a 1950's style sock-hop - and costumes were required. She did a great job selling it to her boyfriend. "Boring", "tired" and "dance" were all used. In typical fashion, he claimed to have all sorts of things to do that weekend. I was the next one called in to service and accepted my job as Karen's "date" with pride. Of course, we'd had our usual "in the closet" talk beforehand. Same rules as when our parents ask about our relationship: "best friends". No handholding. No stealing kisses. We could do that in the neighborhood because no one cared and no one would tell. They knew who and what we were. These people knew whom Karen WAS. and their parents still talked to Karen's parents. You get the idea. So, Karen introduced me around to all her friends. John, from theater group. Stacy, from cheerleading. Mia, from choir and study hall. Thomas, the all around good guy. Mia actually had the most interesting story. She'd dated a string of Karen's ex- boyfriends. Actually, she was currently married to one. Needless to say, Mia was not a favorite of Karen's but we tolerated her presence as long as we could. Best to be polite until we could break away. Now, we were taking a risk. Away from the glare of people, we strolled hand-in-hand to the storage area behind the school's stage. The make-out area. The place where teenagers have been having sex of one kind or another for ages. I convinced Karen to take a risk. ----------------------------------------------------------------- We'd been lovers long enough that we'd had a pretty set routine. I knew what Karen liked, and Karen knew what I liked. While some couples love to ONLY have the raw girl-on-girl experience, little penetration and no dildos or strap-ons, we had a different opinion. "But, Alicia," one of our neighbors asked, "don't you think that it ruins the whole dynamic? What's the difference between having a girl strap it on and having some guy do it to you?" She was a femme and only dated femmes - and never guys. "There's a world of difference. Why ignore that you get excited at the thought of something long and hard sliding into you? And the thought of it being done by the person laying on top of you, or just below you, and you have their hands on you and they're breathing heavily on your flesh as they work to satisfy your every urge -" I stopped. I was about to get way too open about myself. "Let's just say, from the point of view of two people who know, there are major differences between grinding against your girlfriend's pussy and grinding against her 'cock'." I bring this up for two reasons: 1.) To point out that, as a sexual couple, we were not incredibly inhibited (at least as far as two 'in the closet' girls go); 2.) To highlight a gap in our sex life. Karen never wanted to take be from behind. I'd have loved to take her, but the reaction she gave when I asked told me not to offer. "Lish, sweetie, no. THAT'S too much like guys." "Karen, what are you talking about? You say you always like it when it's done to you." "Yeah, but that's a guy. They get off on that thing. They like to fuck like animals." I flashed on the two of us wild and insane with lust and passion and thought, "What's wrong with that?" She continued, "I don't want that. I love our close connection. I love the intimacy we have." She paused. considering her words. "But, if you really want to, we can." Oh, yeah. She might as well have said, "I'll fuck you but I won't enjoy it." I declined her incredibly sweet offer and said I just wanted to spice up our love life. She was all for that and had plenty of suggestions. So, we tried all manner of depraved things (which I won't bother you with), but she held fast. No doggie- style. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Karen's window was directly across from an apartment that had been recently rented to a couple that didn't believe in closing their curtains while making love, but did believe in keeping their lights on. We called them "The Peepers" because that's what they encouraged - peeping. They did everything and weren't afraid to show it to the world. Lying in bed, Karen and I would often talk about them. or watch them. Talk about their openness. Talk about their inhibitions. Watch them for ideas. Slowly, a change came over Karen. She grew a bigger appetite for public sex. O.K. semi-public. Fucking where others could catch you. More and more with me and with her fella (not together, obviously). Bathrooms. Department stores. It was weird and exciting all at the same time. There was another change. "I want to take you from behind, Lish." "Huh?" She sheepishly smiled. "I know I ranked on it for so long, but after watching those two. I want it. I want you. I know you get it from your boyfriend, but I want you to know what it's like from me. and I want to know what it's like to give it to you." I smiled. ----------------------------------------------------------------- So, there we were, like two girls from "American Graffiti". Poodle skirts. Saddle shoes. Hair in ponytails. We were going back stage. Finally, we found the place. A large room with pieces of furniture from the school's stage productions. A couch covered with a cloth. A full-length mirror behind it. I smiled. "Here." We collapsed on the couch kissing and groping each other. I wanted to strip right away, but I knew that I needed to wait. I wanted to make Karen wait. I wanted to heighten the danger. I wanted to make her want me so bad that she'd never be able to refuse me when I told her to take me. Breaking away from our kiss, I said, "Tell me you brought it." "My purse." She was carrying her purse specifically for this. Inside were our harness and a new dildo bought specifically for this occasion. I pulled them out as Karen pulled up her skirt. Soon, she was the most obscene thing I'd ever witnessed. This otherwise prim-and-proper young lady had a cock pointing up under her skirt. I got to the floor and parted her legs. "Oh, it looks like you have something that needs taking care of. Mind if I help you out?" Karen bit her lower lip. "Sure." Pulling her skirt up, I caressed her smooth thighs and kissed her hot flesh. The smell of sex has heavy. Usually, I can smell her up close, but this has heavy. This was amazingly strong. This was going to be good. Wrapping my tiny little hand around the thick shaft, I pulled the tip to my mouth and pulled it between my lips all while looking Karen in the eyes. The sounds in the background of the party going on. The people walking in the hallways. Anyone could find us. The eye contact made us both more excited because we both knew it. As I fellated her cock, my free hand reached under the harness to caress her wet pussy. The cock's base slid inside of her so she could feel the thrusts too. Most of the stimulation from the cock was on the clit, but I wanted to make sure she remembered my touch as the evening continued. I looked up and pulled her penis from my mouth. "It's time." I was ready. I was excited and wanted her to fulfill what I'd wanted for so long. Standing up, Karen immediately pulled up my skirt to remove my panties. Imagine her surprise when she found me wearing none. Walking around wet. I needed her. I wanted her now. But, she had plans too. Slowly, she kissed my neck and unbuttoned my blouse. Pinching my nipples through the lace of my bra, she turned me around and positioned me on the edge of the couch with my ass towards her. Slowly she pulled my skirt up and gathered it at my waist. She covered my exposed ass with her skirt as she pulled it up to reveal her cock. My flesh caught fire as her thigh touched mine. The lewd, monstrous phallus that hung from her waist rested against my lips. So wet. So hot. I wanted to just take it all the way in and let Karen ravish me, but that's not what she wanted. One hand on my hip, Karen's other hand reached to my chest and pulled both breasts out of my bra. The picture in the full-length mirror was just wrong. One girl behind another in such a raw and sexual way. It was wrong, but, damn, it was so right. Karen's hand reached down to caress my pussy. To stroke my lips. Her shaft and her fingers had me on fire. I knew we needed to be quiet, but I couldn't help but whimper. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell orders to her. I wanted to command her to take me. But, Karen would tell Karen when to take me. Alicia could only lay there half naked and take it. Finally, Karen placed the tip of her cock against my wide opening and slowly slid in. My eyes rolled up in the back of my head. God! Yes! The heat on my thighs from her thrusting sent shockwave after shockwave through my body. I looked at us in the mirror. God, I'd wanted this for so long. I'd wanted her taking me from behind. I wanted to memorize this moment. To memorize how she looked. Memorize how I looked. "Tits," I thought. "I want to see her tits." When I'm in this state, I need to see Karen's breasts. They're wonderful and I just needed to see them. Karen, meanwhile, apparently thought the same thing. She unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her breasts. The nipples were huge and fully engorged. God, how I wanted to suck them in my mouth and ride her cock like so many times before, but I couldn't. The desire was strong, but I was so mesmerized by my lovers taking me like a raging, wild dyke that I couldn't stop. I wouldn't stop. Hot. Delirious. Amorous. Horny. I was a quivering mass of flesh. I could barely think. I could only fuck and be fucked. I was with the woman of my life, and she was deep inside of me. "Lish, you're so hot. I'm so excited. I'm gonna cum." Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. That's really what I heard. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Cum. Cum. Cum. Karen got much dirtier, but I heard "Cum" and thrust. "I'm gonna cum inside your hot pussy, baby. I'm gonna fill you up with my girl cum and make you soak my girl cock with your honey. We're just like all those other couples that have fucked here for years. And I hope they all see it. I hope they all know. I want them to know how much I love you, Lish. I want them to know how much more you excite me that anyone ever has. Cum with me and be mine forever." I felt the heat. I heard her voice. Her angelic voice caressing my brain. I felt her deep inside of my soul. The only thing I understood was "cum", "cum", "cum". I did. Karen did. So did Mia. Who, I could see, watched the whole drama in the mirror from a safe distance. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Comments are welcome, encouraged and appreciated at msraspberryswirl@yahoo.com. ----------------------------------------------------------------