Date: Thu, 19 Dec 2002 15:06:05 -0800
From: Mark Pennington <mr_mark37@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Vocal Kat

This is my first lesbian story. As you can tell from the email address, I am
not a woman. Therefore, this is a work of fiction regarding two consenting
individuals. If it's not legal for you to read scuh stories, what are you
doing here?
I'd love to hear what you think of my story. Compliments, constructive
criticism appreciated. Flamss will be ignored as will requests for me to
send you stories directly. Sorry. Everything I write of an erotic nature
gets sent to Nifty.


I'm not a cheerleader, not a jock. I don't have blond hair or great big
boobs. I'm 16 years old and I've never had sex with anyone. I don't drink, I
don't smoke. I'm not the sort of girl you'd read about in one of these
stories.
Yet here I am writing an erotic story.
My names Kathleen but everyone calls me Kat. I live with my folks in
Seattle. If there's anything typical about me, it's my addiction to coffee.
But I don't drink it because everyone else does. I don't drink the silly
drinks I can't pronounce. I drink coffee because I like coffee.
I'm 5'7" tall and 120 pounds. I'm not skinny but I'm not particularly fat. I
have reddish/brown shoulder-length hair and green eyes. I think my boobs are
too small but my nipples are very large comparatively.
All through elementary and secondary school, people would tell me I should
join the choir. They would catch me singing and tell me what a sweet voice I
have. I love to sing. I buy music books the way most girls my age buy
magazines. When my friends were moaning over Justin, I was sitting at my
grandma's piano and trying to pound out the melody to some classical piece
or another as I would sing along.
In high school, I was finally talked into joining the choir. The choir
teacher was very nice, Mrs. Shipman. She was also my Freshman English
teacher. She heard me one day in the music wing and hounded me until I
joined the choir.
One day, she called me into her office after practice.
"Kathleen, you're going to State next month." She declared.
"Mrs. Shipman, I can't! I don't have a song picked out, I can't learn a song
that quickly, I..." I protested.
"Kathleen, I have a song picked out for you. I have a former student of mine
already assigned to give you private lessons. She's studying to be a music
teacher in college and needs the work. YOU need a little more confidence.
You both profit. Here's her name and telephone number. Giver her a call this
evening."
I was trapped. I didn't see anyway around it.
I was sitting at Starbucks, sipping my usual black brew when I remembered I
had to call Mrs. Shipman's former student. Elizabeth, the card said. I
dialed her number on my cell phone and hoped she wasn't home or was
otherwise busy.
No such luck. She wasn't far from me either. Feeling gracious, I offered to
bring her a cup of coffee. She readily accepted.
I drove my clunker car to her house, a nice brownstone in what's called the
Greenlake district. Not too far from the University of Washington. I rang
the doorbell with my elbow so as not to spill the coffee.
The door crashed open and there stood Elizabeth. Slightly taller than me,
about 20 or so pounds heavier. She carried it well, though. Plump would
describe her. Long, black hair and a huge smile.
"My savior! Gimme that java-juice, girl!"
I handed her the cup, She took a long, noisy sip and sighed with content.
She then ushered me into her house and gave me the nickel tour.
The house had been her grandmothers and was now hers. There was an
impressive piano in the living room; She asked me if I played. I had to
admit that I didn't, really.
"Pity, " She said. "You'll have to learn eventually. It will save you tons
of time."
She got out the piece Mrs. Shipman had picked for me, a French ballad. I'd
had a couple of years of French so I could at least pronounce the words,
even if I didn't really understand them.
Elizabeth played the song through once, and then she played it again while
singing it. She had a beautiful voice. I was awestruck by its clarity and
power. Then she walked me through my vocal warm ups.
"Kat, you've got to learn to breath right. Here, put your hand here." She
grabbed my hand and placed it on her tummy, below her breasts. As she
inhaled, I could feel her muscles pressing against my hand.
"You breath from down here, Kat. From the diaphragm. Not from here."
As she talked, she was touching my belly and then my chest, just above and
between my breasts. I tried my best not to blush. She took my hand again and
put it just above her breasts and forced herself to breath from her chest.
As she sang out, her tone was weak and breathy.
We practiced that way for a while. I found myself enjoying touching her and
being touched. It was a new experience for me. When the lesson was over and
Elizabeth hugged me, I felt...different, somehow.
That night in bed, I thought about Elizabeth and how we had touched each
other. It really was innocent! But I realized that I was turned on. That a
woman had turned me on. I thought about that for a while. I was OK with the
idea, I decided. I'd never had any real desires before, for boys or girls.
Nut I wasn't going to jump into anything. I certainly wasn't going to say or
do anything to Elizabeth to jeopardize our developing friendship.
For the next few weeks, it became a routine for us. I would pick up the
coffee and bring it with me to her house. We would practice together and
talk about anything. Usually, we would sit together on the piano bench.
After the second or third lesson, we would hold hands as we talked. It
seemed so natural, so friendly.
And our goodbye hugs became longer. I would feel her breasts pressing
against mine and came to cherish that feeling.
Soon, we started kissing each other on the cheek. Then on the corner of the
mouth. Finally, a week before the competition, we kissed briefly on the
lips.
That night in bed, I touched myself, pretending it was Elizabeth. I
pretended it was her fingers on my nipples, teasing them to erectness. Her
fingers inside my pussy, plunging in and out. As I came, I cried out her
name.
At the next lesson, I was distracted. I made stupid mistakes, my voice
cracked. When she asked me what was wrong, I burst into tears.
She jumped up from the piano and took me in her arms, asking me what was
wrong. THAT just made me cry harder.
I was finally able to stammer out that I was afraid I wouldn't see her again
after the competition was over.
She held me at arms length and looked into my teary eyes.
"Kat, do you want to see me again?"
I nodded, unable to speak.
"Then, honey, you'll see me. As often as you want."
She pulled me back into her embrace. I could feel her heart beating as she
held me. She stroked my hair with one hand as she held me with the other.
She started singing softly near my ear.
And then she kissed me on the cheek. It was a soft, gentle kiss. I kissed
her cheek. She brushed the rest of my tears away and kissed me on the corner
of my mouth. I held onto her so tightly. I moved my lips to her and kissed
her. She kissed me back and then started to break the kiss. I pulled her
closer and leaned into her, maintaining the lip contact.
The kiss became longer, softer. Her hands slipped down to my waist and
pulled me close as well.
She broke the kiss then, long enough to look into my eyes and ask me if I
was sure I wanted this. I told her I'd never wanted anything more. Her lips
met mine again and a moan escaped me.
I soon felt her tongue tracing my lips, then making its way inside, a
welcome invader. I met it with my own tongue. Together, they danced inside
my mouth and then hers.
Again, Elizabeth pulled away. "Kat, love, we can't..."
"Yes, we can!" I protested. "I want to, Elizabeth, I love you!"
"And I, you, my little kitty Kat. But we can't do this...here. We've already
given anyone watching enough of a free show. The bedroom, love. Let's do
this right."
She was right. The picture window was right there in front of us. Hand in
hand we went to her bedroom. Once there she slowly undressed me. I was shy,
embarrassed by my small breasts. She complimented them, telling me how much
she was going to enjoy them.
When I was totally naked before her, I began to remove her clothing. Off
came the blouse. I knew from hugging her that she seldom wore a bra. Her
breasts were magnificent. Large and soft, her nipples erect. Her skirt and
panties came next. The panties, I noticed, were every bit as wet as mine. I
was shocked to see that she was shaved! When I asked her about that, she
actually giggled and told me she had done that for me!
We lay down together on her bed and kissed for ages, our hand roaming and
touching and stroking. After a while, Elizabeth took one of my nipples into
her mouth and started to suck and lick it. Oh! It felt so good! On the few
dates I'd gone on before this, I'd had boys grab at my breasts but they had
never aroused me, never done anything except hurt me with their crude
advances. Not so Elizabeth! Under her loving lips and tongue, I was feeling
wonderful.
After a time, she kissed her way down. She spread my legs and started to
kiss around my pussy. She traced the lips with her tongue before lapping up
the moisture I was leaking. She got her tongue deep inside me and moved it
about. And then she moved her lips and tongue to my clit!
I screamed then. Nothing had ever felt that good before. I started to cum, I
think, as soon as she began to lick me. I didn't stop until I passed out and
maybe even not then.
When I awoke, she was holding me in her arms. She kissed me softly and I
could taste myself on her lips.
We kissed and snuggled for a while, but I really wanted to do for her what
she had done for me. I devoured her breasts first. I'd admired them for so
long, now I had the chance to worship them. I kissed them all over, licking
and nibbling and sucking. By the time I moved down between her legs, she was
panting with need and desire.
I stared at her pussy for a moment, seeing the flow of her juices running
down to her asshole. I reached my tongue out and licked her gently, just
getting the taste of her. I loved it, as I knew I would! I separated her
lips with my thumbs and licked harder. Soon, I was getting my tongue as
deeply inside her as I could.
Her clit begged for attention. I attacked it with my tongue, lavishing it
with long licks, hard licks, soft licks. Elizabeth bucked and moved beneath
me. At last, she drew me up to her face and we kissed deeply, sharing her
sweet taste.
It was then I noticed the time, 2 hours past my curfew! I was going to catch
Hell for sure!
To be continued, if there is enough interest.