Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2003 12:00:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Isabel Luna <isabel_revisited@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bodily Feasts

All characters are fictional.

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Bodily Feasts
By Isabel Luna

Minute beads of sweat dangled precariously at the ends of 19-year-old
Julia's hair. A careless toss of her head displaced most of these as she
unlocked the door to her apartment. Her smooth, olive skin tingled in the
aftermath of her fifteen mile run. Her heart beat solidly and strongly,
reminding her of the exhiliration of life - and of how hungry she was.

Humming happily, she entered the kitchen. She raised herself on her tiptoes
so that her 5'3" form could reach into one of the higher cabinets. Her hand
reached, the palm coming down and the fingers closing once, then twice in
disbelief. Her post-run exuberance faded quickly as she realized that her
chocolate energy bars were completely gone.

Feet that allowed her to finish her course in 90 minutes raced her to the
other side of the apartment. She didn't bother knocking as she threw open
her roommate's bedroom door.

"Carrie," she barked, all semblance of civility evaporating. "Did you eat
my last energy bar?"

Carrie Monroe turned slowly in her chair. Her chestnut hair swung like
cascading water as she did so. Julia seethed as the other girl's moss
colored eyes regarded her. Carrie was one of those girls that was so
beautiful that she could get away with anything. She was quite used to
taking advantage of this, too. Although Julia had made it clear during the
beginning of the spring semester that she didn't want to share food, Carrie
took it upon herself to believe she didn't mean it. She also decided that
she never had to go grocery shopping, or otherwise compensate her roommate
for what she took.

"Oh, was that yours?" she finally said. "Oh. Sorry. I didn't know."

Three months of coming home hungry and finding an empty pantry overwhelmed
Julia. With a snarl, she launched at the other girl. Her momentum swept
Carrie out of her seat, leaving her pinned on the floor beneath Julia. With
most of her anger expended in the motion, the runner was unsure of what to
do. Instinct caused her to use her weight to hold down her antagonist, but
her mind had gone annoyingly blank.

"Get OFF of me!" Carrie hissed, wiggling futilely. She continued to swear
while Julia held her down. The best she was able to do was free one leg
just enough to press it against her roommate's crotch.

Julia was instantly breathless. She had long been aware that running
ignited all of her senses. She had forgotten that this had included her
sexuality. Carrie's gesture resulted in a fiery heat between her thighs.
She felt her nipples harden beneath her sports bra as she felt her lower
parts becoming wet.

"Well," Carrie cooed, noticing the effects. Barely exerting herself, she
rolled the other girl off of her.

Those woodsy green eyes regarded her roommate in a new light. She had
always known that Julia had potential. If she spent a tenth of the time she
put into running into just a little bit of fashion savvy, she would have
rivaled Carrie's only looks. The hungry roommate had a dancer like figure
that was accentuated by her petite height. On her frame, her 32B breasts
looked deliciously soft and enticing. Carrie reached out with one finger
and traced one protruding nipple through the sports bra.

"Well," she repeated. "I think I've found a way to repay you for all the
food I've eaten."

In a flash, her mouth covered Julia's. The roles were reversed, with the
more petite girl struggling for freedom. Carrie tangled her fingers in
Julia's onyx colored hair, cramming their lips together even harder. She
used the full weight of her body to prevent her prize from escaping.
Forcefully, her tongue invaded Julia's mouth, thrashing wantonly in the
other girl's mouth. In time, the thrashing and moans of protest were
replaced with incoherent sounds of pleasure. At this point, Carrie raised
her head just a little.

"What's the matter, little girl?" she purred, then laughed. "I eat
everything else in this house. Why not you?"

Savagely, she ripped off Julia's shirt and slid the sports bra so that
those deliciously creamy breasts fell free. Her right hand grabbed the
nearest breast, the fingers closing tightly and cruelly upon the nipple.
Meanwhile, she bit down on the other breast, flicking her tongue roughly
over the very tip. Julia's back arched. In that split second, Carrie's
hands flashed to the girl's running shorts, removing both them and the
white lace panties beneath. She pressed the palm of her hand against the
moistness between those strong legs. The owner of that wetness moaned, and
Carrie clasped her hand over her mouth.

"Do you smell that?" she whispered. "It's from your pussy, Julia. Do you
like the smell of your pussy? I think you should find out. You are hungry,
after all. Lick my hand, Julia! Lick it, bitch!"

Kitten-like, Julia licked as she was ordered. The taste was tart, but with
a sort of underlying sweetness. Soon, she was rubbing her lips against her
roommate's hand, trying to get all of that sweet flavor.

"Oh, that's enough," Carrie hissed, drawing away against Julia's protests.
A second later, the other girl's words became indecipherable as Carrie
drove three fingers into her.

"That's right, take it all, bitch," she growled, driving her hand fast and
furiously against the girl. As an added insult, she licked two fingers on
her other hand and drove them deep into Julia's anus. The girl screamed
with pain, which only made Carrie laugh.

"Okay, okay," she relented when the tears began to flow. She removed her
fingers from both orifices.

She sat up and took in the sight before her. Julia's chest was rising and
falling with the velocity of a skydiver. In spite of the tears that
streaked her face, her eyes were bright and hungry. Smiling softly, Carrie
leaned forward until their lips just barely touched. In a motion as swift
as Julia's best timed mile, she slid down her body and between her legs.

She bit down on the clitoris with the same ferocity formerly displayed on
her roommate's breasts. Her tongue flicked over and over that engorged nub,
until Julia exploded with a sea of that tart honey she had tasted moments
before. Carrie opened her mouth wider to accept all of it, variating only
to run her devouring tongue along the length of that hot slit.

"Oh, god, oh, god," Julia was moaning, her eyes darker as she washed
through her waves of pleasure.

"Mm," Carrie acknowledged, crawling up to kiss her. "But, I'm not done yet,
darling."

With that, she reached beneath her skirt and removed the pale pink hip
hugger panties beneath. Lowering her smooth, shaved pussy to her roommates
mouth, she said, "I think that it won't be so bad to replace what I took,
after all..."