Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2003 00:13:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: r.j. perry <xmusic_junkiex@yahoo.com>
Subject: Protection

[I'm a 22 year old queer girl from Toronto, Canada. I've had this story
kicking around in my head for a few years, and I finally got it all
down. It's my first attempt, and I absolutely *crave* feedback, so please
vocalize your opinions! Hope you enjoy it.]

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	Lost in the sounds of Esthero and Portishead, a sharp knock turned
Jenn's attention away from updating her 'After Hours' playlist, which was
currently pouring out of her computer's speakers. She jumped slightly at
the sound of the quiet, but insistent knocking on her dorm room door.
"Come in," she called to her unknown visitor.
	It's 3:30 a.m., she thought. Who could this possibly be? The door
opened and there stood her best friend, and the unrequited love of her
life, Kristina. Jenn took one look at the downcast expression on her face,
and hurried across the tiny room to embrace her friend in a firm hug. The
moment Kristina felt those loving arms around her, she burst into tears and
collapsed into her friend's arms. It was somewhat of an awkward position
for them both, what with Kristina standing a good two or three inches
taller than Jenn. But neither of them seemed to mind. For Jenn, being
pressed together, feeling each shudder, each sharp inhalation of breath
made her feel strong. She felt full of love and had an overwhelming urge to
protect Kristina and keep her safe. For Kristina, it was a relief to feel
the embrace of someone who loved her so unconditionally and entirely. When
Kristina's sobs had subsided into mild sniffling, Jenn asked, "What's
wrong?"
	"I was just overcome by this unbearable wave of loneliness,"
Kristina's muffled voice mumbled from Jenn's shoulder. "I wanted nothing
else but to feel cared about. I wanted to feel...." she trailed off, unable
to find the right word.
	"...Loved?" finished Jenn, tentatively. She had been
head-over-heels in love with Kristina since their first few months of
friendship, but Kristina had stressed that, while it flattered her
immensely, she was, nonetheless, straight. Jenn had eventually given up
actively pursuing Kristina, but the spark of desire was still alight inside
her. She was still reminded of the intensity of her passion every time that
they touched or each time Jenn captured a whiff of Kristina's hair.
	"Yeah...yeah," replied Kristina, slowly, taking time to think about
the word. "Loved. I haven't felt loved in a really long time."
	"Urmmm..," replied Jenn, unsure how to respond. She didn't want to
come on too strong and make Kristina feel uncomfortable.
	Kristina lifted her head, and looked Jenn squarely in the
face. "You're the only person, outside of my family, who's ever told me
they loved me."
	"Oh. Well, that's crazy, because you're very easy to love," Jenn
replied, lightly.
	Kristina smirked. "Yeah, right. Look, I know I acted a
little...weird when I first found out, but I just want you to know
something."
	"What?" asked Jenn, trying to keep the tremble out of voice. Her
mind raced as she thought of how many of her most amazing dreams had begun
this way. The next part always consisted of Kristina confessing her love
for Jenn, and ended in a passionate embrace. She didn't have the courage to
hope for such an event actually occurring.
	"I don't know what love is, exactly. And when you told me you were
in love with me, I got unbelievably scared. I mean, I was terrified. Of
what, exactly, I'm not sure." She sighed deeply before she continued and
Jenn felt the pressure of Kristina's diaphragm expanding and contracting
against her own torso. "But I know, at least part of the fear lay in the
possibility that I might feel the same way. And I didn't know how to handle
that possibility. You know how I get when I'm not in control of a
situation; I panic, and I end up hurting the very people I care about."
	"So, what are you saying? You are can handle that possibility now?"
	"I don't know. But what I *do* know is that at least now I can
accept the fact that I feel *something*. That something could easily turn
out to be love. I just haven't had enough experience with love to be able
to say for sure. One thing is certain, though. If it *is* love, then I have
a pretty high opinion of it," she added, smiling.
	Jenn's jaw dropped as she felt Kristina squeeze her tighter. She
couldn't believe what she had just heard. This girl; *her* girl, had just
told her she might be in love with her. She was in such a state of shock
she didn't notice when Kristina pushed her back onto the bed. Jenn's eyes
widened as Kristina straddled her lap, and very seductively pulled her
sweater over her head. And she gasped slightly as Kristina's lips met
hers. It was the tenderest kiss she had ever felt. Jenn tasted Kristina's
soft lips so gently, for fear that Kristina would become uncomfortable and
break away. But with the passion and electricity that the kiss had
generated, Kristina seemed to have found a new sense of courage and bravely
slid her tongue between Jenn's lips and into her warm mouth. Kristina had
never tasted another girl before, and it felt wonderful. Not forceful and
sloppy like so many of the guys she had made out with.
	In one of those late-night, tell-all conversations that are
commonplace in residence, Jenn had once confided to Kristina about one of
her 'sweet spots'--the roof of her mouth. With this in mind, Kristina ran
her tongue back and forth along the top of Jenn's mouth. A sharp inhalation
of breath and a tiny quiver went through Jenn, as she felt her knees go
weak. That was all it took for Jenn's hands to begin roaming; she caressed
Kristina's soft curves as their tongues rolled over and over one
another. With her hands holding Kristina's waist firmly, Jenn rolled
Kristina onto her back along the length of the single dorm bed.
	Their kissing became much more passionate as each girl considered
what might happen next. Jenn broke the kiss and began licking and kissing
the soft area on Kristina's neck, while Kristina gently kissed Jenn's
forehead again and again. Jenn slowly kissed and licked her way down to
Kristina's soft, black bra. She loved that bra; the only times she had seen
Kristina topless, was when she was wearing this same black bra, and it had
always made its way into the fantasies. Jenn paused slightly to give
Kristina enough time to stop the events from going any further should she
so desire. Instead, however, Kristina shifted her body, so Jenn was now
lying on top of her, between her long legs. Jenn took this as a sign of
encouragement, and unhooked the clasp on the front of the bra that held the
garment together. She pulled the straps away from Kristina's shoulders, and
saw her small, firm breasts for the first time. They were beautiful, with
perfect nipples sitting on top. Jenn placed her hands underneath the
breasts, and very gently ran her hands over Kristina's soft, olive
skin. She then leaned in and traced a circle around the circumference of
the right nipple with her tongue. It tasted so smooth and sweet; Kristina
gasped as soon as she felt the moist warmth of the tongue on her sensitive
breast. Her hands clutched at Jenn's back and shoulders, and Jenn,
emboldened by this passionate reaction, placed her mouth over the nipple
and began to suck insistently on it. She took the whole breast into her
mouth and rolled her tongue over and under the tender flesh, her other hand
massaging the left breast and nipple. Kristina's body heaved as she
experienced an intensity of sensations she had never been exposed to
before. Jenn continued to switch from right to left, all the while tasting
each inch of Kristina's breasts. As she pulled her mouth away, a trail of
saliva followed her from nipple to mouth, and Kristina pulled Jenn's face
up to hers, licking the saliva off of Jenn's chin, and darting her tongue
into Jenn's mouth.
	While they frenched, Jenn pressed her knee into Kristina's crotch,
and Kristina let out a moan. With the thought of what awaited her below
Kristina's belt line, Jenn eagerly attacked Kristina's stomach with her
tongue, licking all up and down, her tongue devouring Kristina's
navel. Jenn had somehow developed a "belly-button fetish" when it came to
girls, and Kristina had one of the cutest she had ever seen. Jenn moved to
undo the fly on Kristina's jeans, but hesitated. She glanced up at
Kristina's face and asked, "Are you sure?"
	The erotic opening beat of Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" began to pump
from Jenn's almost forgotten playlist. A devilish grin spilled across
Kristina's face as she nodded enthusiastically to continue. She had been
mentally kicking herself for waiting so long to 'sort things out' with
Jenn, and there was no way in hell she wanted to stop now.
	Jenn allowed a naughty little smile to creep across her face as she
undid the button and zipper with an intensity that surprised even
her. Kristina lifted her ass lightly off the bed, allowing Jenn to slide
the jeans down her legs and onto the floor below them. Jenn wasted no time
in caressing and licking the soft skin on Kristina's thighs and bikini
area. Occasionally, her nose brushed up against the thin fabric of
Kristina's blue underwear, which was already dark with wetness, teasing her
and causing her to moan with pleasure. Finally, when she couldn't bear it
anymore, Jenn grasped the sides of her friend's underwear, and pulled them
down, slowly over Kristina's thighs, knees, ankles, and feet and onto the
floor. Kristina spread her legs wide, and Jenn settled into position before
Kristina's beautiful crotch. She was so wet that some of her juices slid
down her cunt onto the sheets. Jenn ran her index finger along the top of
Kristina's pussy and, after gathering some juices on her finger, she slid
her finger into her mouth and tasted Kristina's sweetness. That one taste
was all she needed, and she let her tongue glide up and down the soft, pink
folds of Kristina's cunt, flicking her tongue all over. Kristina's moans
became louder and more intense, and when Jenn finally spread Kristina open
and slid her tongue inside, Kristina had to bite down on an extra pillow in
order to keep from screaming. Jenn swirled her tongue around and around,
probing deeper inside of Kristina's cunt, all the while running her hands
over Kristina's smooth stomach. Kristina began buck her hips as Jenn found
her already swollen clit, and began to suck on it. Jenn's face was buried
into Kristina's small, soft bush and she inhaled the deep, clean, fresh
aroma of Kristina's vagina. Juices poured from Kristina's cunt as Jenn
furiously pumped her tongue in and out of Kristina's dripping pussy and
Jenn eagerly licked them all into her mouth. Kristina's convulsions became
more intense and as Jenn trust her tongue against Kristina's clit one
final, powerful time, Kristina screamed into the pillow over her face as
her orgasm reached its euphoric climax.
	As Kristina pulled the pillow from her face, she let out a loud,
satisfied sigh and let her hips rest back onto the soaked sheets. Jenn ran
her tongue up Kristina's soaked pussy one final time and inched her way
back up to Kristina's face. She immediately thrust her tongue into
Kristina's mouth, letting her taste herself. Kristina eagerly devoured
Jenn's wet mouth, and then collapsed back onto the bed. Jenn rolled on the
bed beside her, and Kristina pressed her exhausted, naked body against
Jenn. Jenn put her arms around Kristina, stroking her hair and gently
kissing her head.
	The two girls lay still in each other's arms for a moment or two,
as Massive Attack played "Protection" softly in the background, each one
lost in their wonder and amazement at what had just happened. "...Well,"
said Kristina, eventually.
	"Yeah.... Well," replied Jenn.
	"Do you think...," Kristina began, quietly. "Do you think I could
just stay here until morning? My room seems really far, right now."
	"I'd get pissed if you *did* leave."
	"Good," responded Kristina, and she pressed tighter against Jenn,
throwing a leg over hers.
	"Goodnight, Kris."