Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 19:02:33 +0100
From: Liz <lizzys32@gmail.com>
Subject: Bad Desires- Part 1 (adult/youth, oral, f/f)

Bad Desires- Part 1

   "Hey you! There's no loo paper in here, get me some will you?" I freeze,
almost spilling the bucket of soap suds in my hand. Just my fucking luck.
"Hey, did you hear me?" Louisa demands, hammering on the cubicle door.
Panicking, I force my voice into some weird high pitched octave.
   "Yer, sorry. I'll go get some." If she recognises me, that's it, game
over. Pushing a new roll under the door, I turn my back and grab the mop
quick. Turning my eyes to the floor, I try to focus my attention on
cleaning little splatters of ink from the tiles, hoping to hell she won't
see me. The toilet flushes, followed by footsteps to the sink and water
splashing from the tap. What's taking her so long? I know I shouldn't, but
I risk a look behind me anyway. The girl of all my diabolical dreams, pouts
in the mirror as she applies an irresistible shade of red lipstick.
Probably stolen from her mothers cosmetics, the rouge fattens the arch and
swell of her budding lips into obscenely adult proportions. As if in slow
motion, I watch her tongue lick away uneven flecks of lipstick, if only she
realized how well I know those lips. Thankfully the school bell's ringing
before I go completely crazy and she leaves, but Christ, I need more. Work
having left my mind as soon as Lauren came in, I lock myself into one of
the stalls, my fingers deep inside me as I remember last night.

   Cursing for grabbing the Pop Tarts too quick from the toaster, I dump
myself on the couch and wonder, again, whether life could get any worse.
Being a janitor isn't all that bad, but after losing that last job and then
the house, things definitely went down the pan pretty quick. And then the
bad desires started. Things have to change, I need to get a grip on reality
and stop with these stupid virtual games. Games? That's not what court
would call it, more like grooming.
  A ping from the laptop makes me stop, a chat message starts flashing on
the screen. Just delete it I tell myself, but my hands are already grabbing
for the keyboard.

XbabigalX
I want to see you. For real this time. Come over?

jackdalad92
Be there in twenty.

  Digging out a bandage roll from under a pile of boxes, I wrap it around
my already flat chest, tying the bandage into a tight knot. Searching
around the bedsit to find something more apt for my alter ego to wear, I
pull on a baggy tee and the flat peaked cap from my profile picture and
take a look in the mirror. Will she buy it? Lastly I take out the shoebox
from under my mattress. The dildo is big, about nine inches long and very
realist with thick veins and a soft, fleshy feel. Packing it into my
boxers, I pull up my sweat pants and grab the crotch. "Looking good, hot
stuff."
  By the time I get to her house, Lauren is already waiting for me, hidden
under the front porch, smoking a cigarette. As I come down the driveway,
she puts a finger to her lips and whispers to me. "My folks are out but my
little sister's around, so we got to be quiet, she can never keep her mouth
shut."
  As the girl goes to wrap her arms around my waist, I almost jump back,
afraid that she will discover my weird, feminine shape, so alien to my true
personality. But I try to act natural and let her hold me, every sense
heightened in the dark, as she leans up to kiss me, her lips, sugary, sweet
with frustrated teenage lust. Taking me by my sweaty palm, she leads me up
the stairs.
  In the dim, lamp lit glow of her bedroom, I can see she is almost as
nervous as me, tapping away at the computer on her desk and chatting away
about nothing much. Putting on a song by some band I have never heard of,
she rolls her hips along with the repetitive drum beat and pounding snyth
pop, exciting my desire to near breaking point. Lauren runs her fingers
over her juvenile curves, blowing me a teasing kiss and giggling as she
falls onto the tiny single bed next to me. Cheekily she grabs my cap and
puts it on her head. "Bet you can't believe you're finally in my bedroom?"

  I'm laughing along but barely hear what she's saying, all I can think
about is having my hands on her legs, working their way over her knee high
socks and under that school skirt. We talk and joke about, every word
bringing her closer, drawing out little touches here and there. Fingers
stroking my arm, playing with my cropped hair and making their way up my
thigh. And then the words run out and Lauren is looking hungrily into my
eyes as she pulls at the waistband of my boxers, reaching through the fly
and feeling for the hard, fake phallic. Before a panic attack can take
hold, I've pinned the girl to the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist as
she desperately grinds against me. Tearing at her blouse, I'm pleased to
discover that she isn't wearing a bra and go straight to attacking her
sweet, pert nipples with my tongue and teeth. Just as my hands are reaching
for their goal, she puts her hands on my chest, her heavy breathing making
her voice barely audible. "Can we slow down a little? I've never actually
done this before." Pulling back a little so I can look into her eyes, I try
and decipher whether she means it, but only see longing looking back.
  "Relax", I tell her, not wanting to push my luck, "just let me make you
feel good." First her expression is scared and then confused as I reach
under her skirt, pulling her cream, cotton panties down to her ankles. She
flinches a little but doesn't resist, a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Slowly she spreads her legs for me as I reach down, tentatively caressing
her pussy with my tongue. But I had been hungry for too long and soon ditch
with sensitivity, forcing my tongue in and out of her tight hole, her hips
rocking and hands grabbing at my head. Just as I taste the first trickle of
her girl cum, I'm jolted back to reality, as Lauren squeals, pulling the
blankets up over her legs. Somebody is in the room.