Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 05:33:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Brittany Gay <tomgirlx93@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Life (Revised)

tomgirlx93@yahoo.com

Title: Stories from the life-The life

COPYRIGHT2002

(strap-on,oral,rimming)


Skyla Huxley, leaning into the waves of the music of her stereo, smoking
weed through a bong in her room. Led Zepplin and life was good. A hit, a
very palpable hit, thought Skyla as she took a deep hit off the bong.

She heard, or thought she heard, the front door downstairs of the
two-story house open and close. She'd been alone in the place, except
for Red and one of her hoes fucking in the next room. She'd been alone
with Led Zepplin and the bong. No longer. She hoped it wasn't Demetrius.
She took another hit of the water pipe, held it in till she thought her
lungs would implode within her.

It was Demetrius. Oh damn.

Ok, so Demetrius, with her short black hair, her lean muscular body, her
honey colored eyes, and bright smile, was what a lot of girls thought was
"sexy". Even Skyla could have thought that. She might have over looked
Demetrius' self-absorption, flamboyant ways, her ego trips, but if only
Demetrius for some unfathomable reason, wasn't after Skyla's ass. If
only she hadn't tried, more than once to seduce her. Skyla didn't mind
messing around with girls like Demetrius- lean, smiling, studs with
dazzling smiles. But Skyla Huxley had never been, and most certainly did
not want to be fucked. She of course didn't mind a little oral given to
her but to be entered with a strap-on, even fingers, was a no-no.

"Hey Sky," said Demetrius kissing Skyla right on the lips. A kiss Skyla
wasn't sure she really enjoyed. "A few of the `family' were gonna go
to the gay pride parade a few blocks away." Continued Demetrius, "I
wanted to know if you wanted to come along."

Demetrius, being the shameless slut that she is, batted her long
eyelashes at Skyla. "Can I hit that?"

"What, the bong or my ass?" asked Skyla.

"The bong silly girl" laughed Demetrius.

Skyla passed the water pipe to Ms. Detri and, with an audible sigh,
pulled on her Abercrombie flip-flops and struggled to her feet. Not that
it would be necessarily a bad thing, but she felt duty bound to go. Even
though Skyla didn't really like Demetrius' silly friends, a trip to the
annual gay pride parade would be cool.

Demetrius handed the pipe back to Skyla, and she took one last hit.

"...and she's buying a stairway to heaven", kvetched Led Zepplin, as
Skyla hit the stop button on her stereo. In the sudden silence, the
sounds of vigorous fucking became clear. Red had left her bedroom door
half open, and on the way out, Skyla snuck a look. A young skinny girl,
just Red's type, was lying on her back on Red's king sized bed, legs in
the air, her long braids splayed all over the paisley patterns of the
African bedspread. Red's tanned body hunched over her, plowing into the
girl's pussy with a strap-on. The older woman (Red) had the girl's
wrists pinned down to the bed, which rocked and shifted with every hard
stroke. By the time Skyla and Demetrius had gotten to the front door, Red
climaxed, her moans echoing through out the empty house.

It was a typical summer day in Chicago, which was to say a hot, clear
day. As the six of them headed to the parade, Demertrius chattered on
about some party being held at rainbow beach that night.

"This is gonna be so damn fun" Demetrius was saying "Its gonna be as fun
as last year. I'm so excited!"

"Well honey," said the glamorous Sidney Porter purred, "take a valium."

Tomgirl, Ms. Center of attention, put her hand to her ear in an
exaggerated flourish. "Could those be the sounds of our gay pride? Are we
there yet? And does anyone have another joint?"

Parker Sunglow, the only man among them, grimaced comically. "Tomgirl,
your already stoned to your balls!"

"You should talk," said little Tomgirl cutely.

Parker Sunglow smiled. "No hope without dope."

"Over that way", said Skyla Huxley, feeling a little put off by all the
flamboyance in full sail. "I think I can see the parade."

When they turned the corner near the local guitar shop, there it was, the
procession, a gaggle of gays and lesbians in rainbow colored clothing,
leaping, cheering, smiling, and dancing. There was a light smell of
leather of leather daddies and the smell of weed of a group of tomboys
somewhere around. Floats rolled down the street loaded up with drag
queens, even drag kings. A group of people ran down the street waving the
honorary rainbow flags. So many people everywhere happy and proud to be a
gay, happy to be a lesbian, happy to be a bisexual.

A float full of sexy guys and girls came passing by catching everyone's
eyes. And Sidney thinking `clit-first' ran and jumped right on the
moving mobile, dancing on every girl she could.

"Oh shit" said Parker "That looks fun."

And soon the whole gang jumped on the floats procession, except for Skyla
who was, in fact, about to slip away when she spotted the cute young
girl, the tall bicurious girl who also noticed her.

"I don't think I should be doing this," the girl had said as Skyla led
her back to her house. The girl had come down to the parade, letting her
curiosity lead her there. But now she was lying there naked on Skyla's
bed, her long legs trailing off the mattress, her Baby Phat clothing
heaped in a corner of the room. And though the girl said she had never
done it with a girl before, her nipples pointed to the ceiling and her
pussy was extravagantly wet.

Skyla looked down at the girl's pretty face, her closed eyes, her shaved
pussy cunt. At the girl's thin well-defined body and her glistening
pussy. Sex with straight girls, she thought. A turn on. Skyla kissed up
the girls' leg, up her thigh till her lips reached the girl's pussy.
She buried her face in the girl's crotch, feeling the smooth skin
against her cheek, sniffing in the smell, the smell of sweet clean pussy.
When she licked the girls' vertical slit, the girl moaned. "Mmmmmmmm."

So Skyla moved her tongue down, raised the girls legs in the air, and
licked at the tight puckered asshole. As Skyla slurped her way inside,
she played with the girls' swollen clit. This time the girl moaned even
louder. Skyla rubbed her own clit as she ate out the girls' ass.

"Oh shit I'm gonna...." And the butt hole contracted around her tongue,
the clit throbbed and a stream of girl cum flowed onto Skyla's tongue.
"Oh fuck!" the girl screamed as she pinched and pulled her nipples while
a strong orgasm washed over her completely. Skyla came herself, coming
all over her hand. The smell of girl sex joined the wraft of lit incense
in the air.

"Didn't know you liked my type too" said Red after the girl was gone on
her way. Red, Skyla's best friend since high school, was like the house
leader. She was an actual published author. Skyla thought Red's novel
`My right hand, my woman' was a little silly, let alone the damn title.
Lately though Red's writings had consisted largely of articles in the
intercommual newsletter `Gay Times'.

"So where is everyone?" asked Skyla sitting at the kitchen table with
Red.

"Chloe and Kimera went to visit Chloe's parents before the wedding ,
Demetrius I don't even know were the hell she at as usual, and Teddy is
still at the doctor getting that yeast infection checked out. I told her
about messing with those dirty bisexual bitches. And oh yeah a friend of
mine from New York just got into town. She got to the crib while you were
up in your room making all that noise. She's out buying some guitar
strings."

The doorbell rang.

"That's her", said Red as she went to answer the door. About a minute
later, Red and her friend stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Skyla, this is Dallas from New York," said Red. Dallas was a stud as
well as Skyla and Red. She was pretty damn tall, built, short-haired, and
dressed in Timberland wear from head to toe. She looked about their age,
twenty, twenty-four.

"Hey Skyla" said Dallas shaking her hand with quite a grip.

"I'm sure you two will get along just fine and have a lot to talk about"
grinned Red, "She's a 'top' too."

"Where have you dykes been?" Skyla asked Demetrius and her silly friends.
She tried to remember whether it was exactly the same bunch that she had
gone to the parade with, but while Dallas kicked back, Skyla and Red had
been sampling the weed they had grown.

"Well if you must know we stayed at the parade for a minute, flirted with
some parade girls, threw stuff at those anti-gay protesters, and got
something to eat.", little Tomgirl preened. She was a cute little thing,
Skyla knew, but she fucked like a wild cat, all scratching and Spanish
curses once she got a tongue or strap up her pussy. Skyla knew this first
hand.

The doorbell rang.

"Who the hell could that be?" asked Demetrius.

"Its my little sister and her friend. Their going to the beach party with
us." Said Skyla.

"Oh good! A bunch of little baby dykes to play with", said Sidney, who
everyone knew was a pedophile at heart.

Skyla let her guests in.

"Oh my god! They're adorable!" gushed Tomgirl.

"Yes very" said Sidney licking her lips.

"How old are these cute little things?" asked Demetrius being as silly as
her friends.

"Eighteen" said Skyla's sister who had a look on her face,wondering why
these people were acting this way.

"Awwwwww, how sweet" said Demetrius. "So what's your name?"

"Coco" said Skyla's sister. "And this is Kandy"

"Oh those are such cute suitable names." Said Sidney.

"Ok, why is everyone acting silly?" asked Coco.

"Because they ARE silly." Said Skyla.

"Lookie what I got" said Parker Sunglow waving a paper baggie in
everyone's view, in which contained a handful of small white pills. Acid
tabs.

"How much?" asked Red, ever the stoned businesswoman.

"On the house" said Parker.

He passed the baggie around. Each of them took a little white tab and
popped it in her mouth. Everyone but Dallas.

"That's ok. Trying to stay clean" she smiled.

"Well shit, give me hers" said Red.

By the time they reached rainbow beach, Skyla had started to come on to
the Acid. On full-moon nights like this, the beach was alive with
activity. Loud urban music was being played out of someone's ride.
Babies (young dykes) behind rocks screwing or smoking weed or whatever.
While everyone went their own way, Demetrius ran off with her silly
friends, Coco ran off with her gray-eyed girlfriend, Kandy went to flirt;
Skyla lay back in the sand. She realized that the beach itself was alive,
a pulsing, magical organism that rippled beneath her back. She looked up
dizzily, and began to feel sick to her stomach. Then she got a severe
case of the giggles. And then floated clear off the Earth and looked back
on herself lying there stoned in the moonlight, and the world began to
melt, thaw, and resolve into itself into a dew. In other words Skyla was
stoned off her ass at this moment.

`I'm just stoned', she heard herself thinking. `I know what this
is'. Only there was no way to define "this", just the overwhelming
kaleidoscope of patterns that had begun to pinwheel behind her eyes.

Suddenly she refocused on the full moon after, what, a minute? A year?
What meaning did time have anyway, when it was omni-dimensional. And is
there really such a thing as the `right time'? People set watches and
clocks a minute or/and a second off, so how would you know what time it
is REALLY?

"You ok?" asked Parker Sunglow's voice, his face staring down at her,
refused to settle down, and kept shifting and shifting. First she tried
to understand what his question meant, could mean. Then she tried to nod
without it flying off into space. Then she tried to say something, maybe
she was saying something, but....
every.....word......became....a...solid.....object. And then Parker Sunglow
laughed, became a monster and was gone.

She got to her feet and was walking, walking with these people. Her
family. She looked across the beach, Skyla saw her sister disappear in
the darkness with her girlfriend; she watched the two grow up over the
years. Skyla felt herself about to cry. It was all too beautiful to think
about. She walked till she saw Tomgirl, who dropped her knees and looked
so vulnerable as a man with a immense hard-on waved his dick in her face.
`A hard-on' thought Skyla `What a funny thing to have.'

Tomgirl wrapped her lips around the purple dickhead of the man's bulging
cock and suddenly Skyla was so much closer, just inches away, so she
could watch the wonderous sliding of hard cock flesh in wet mouth. And
then the man pushed the young girl to the ground, and Tomgirl raised her
legs so the man could go inside her. The man entered her and Tomgirl
moaned and screamed. Maybe in some foreign language. Though all words
were foreign, only flesh and desire and fucking were true. And as Tomgirl
rammed her fingernails into the man's furry back, Parker stood over
their straining bodies as he stroked his own long dick until he arched
his body backward and spurted long shining ropes over the bodies below
him. But Tomgirl and the man weren't done yet, and Skyla realized she
was rubbing her pussy as she knelt beside them all, and it felt amazingly
good. Someone's hands were on her shoulders, moving down her back, and
she did not look to see who it was, because she was afraid she already
knew. It was one of her friends, a friend who wanted what she was not
prepared to give. The hand moved down to her pussy, almost inside her.
She looked up. It was Demetrius. As she knew it would be. "Skyla I love
you", Demetrius seemed to be saying.

She probably pushed Demetrius away because she was standing and no one
was touching her. As she was walking, past maybe the sounds of Ludacris,
and part of her must have been functioning well, the homing-instinct
part, because she opened a door, went upstairs, and glided into her room,
lit a candle and a stick of incense, and closed her eyes, sinking deep
into the flow of feelings and thoughts.

"Hey, you're back. How're you doin'?"

Skyla's eyes flew open.

"Huh?"

Skyla tried to figure out who she was, the tall stranger in her house.

"Dallas, remember? Red's friend."

"Dallas? DallasDallasDallasDallasdallasdallas." It was all too funny.

"What's so funny?" but Dallas' voice sounded like she was in on the
joke.

"I'm just....just...just.."

"Stoned on acid, huh?" the tall woman's face kept changing, became
friendly, then scary, then beautiful, very very beautiful.

"Must be some good stuff," said the beautiful woman. And she put her arm
around Skyla. It felt good. She realized she must have been cold from
being naked at the beach. Half naked. Half a naked is better than none.

Skyla laid her hand on Dallas' breast, feeling the nipple becoming hard
under her touch. Dallas drew Sky to her chest. Skyla looked into the
woman's face. Wise and sexy and beautiful all at once.

Her pussy felt so good.

"Lets move to the bed" Dallas said.

Skyla's mattress was covered with books. She swept it all onto the
floor, kneeled on the bed, and waited. Waited for whatever Dallas wanted
to do, for whatever Dallas was meant to do, for what Dallas would make
her do. Skyla was coming down on the acid a little; the acid rush had
ebbed enough so that Skyla was able to figure out that she was on acid.
But she still wanted Dallas to do whatever Dallas was meant to do that
moonlit night.

The sexy woman pulled off Skyla's shirt. When she felt the strong hands
on her torso, Skyla trembled. And then Skyla was laid on her back,
looking up at the ceiling, at half naked posters of models on the walls,
and Dallas was pulling at Skyla's clothes. Naked. Skyla Huxley was naked
with another woman. A woman, who kissed her gently on the lips, then
moved her mouth down over her chest, stopping to suck an intense nipple,
then her belly, down to her pussy. The woman circled Skyla's hole with
her tongue. She tried to shut it tight. Only she didn't because she
didn't want to, because it felt so good, this amazing connection, the
wet tongue probed inside her, the place her mother always told her was
dirty. But it wasn't dirty; it was shining as full as the moon. And then
the tongue, the sensation, disappeared. She jerked open her eyes.
Dallas' face was inches from her own.

"Never been fucked before?" the beautiful woman asked.

"No" the words came out of Skyla's mouth. They must have. "No, but I
want you to."

"Red warned me about you. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. Just relax.
You're too damn cute to hurt." The face smiled. "Much"

A finger pressed into Skyla's hole, which was tight and virginal.

"No"

"No what?" asked Dallas.

And Skyla thought she wanted to say ` No, I won't let you fuck me',
but instead she said, "No, it won't hurt.

"Wait, be right back", said Dallas.

And Skyla could have got up, pulled on her clothes and closed her bedroom
door, but she lay there, legs in the air, till Dallas returned. And
Dallas knelt between her legs, pressed at her hole, this time the finger
slid right in. Skyla moaned lightly.

"See, you know you want it." said Dallas.

And Skyla did want it; want that finger inside her, no not the finger as
good and startling as it felt. She wanted something else inside her.

"I want a dick inside me," said Skyla. Weird.

"I know you do," said Dallas, her voice sounding extremely sexy.

Skyla looked down and saw Dallas' strap sticking out of her boxers.

"Its so shinny", Skyla said.

"Baby oil. That's what I went to go get. Baby oil." Said Dallas. She
rested Skyla's legs on her shoulders and pressed the toy against her
hole and Skyla thought `This is it, where I lose my cherry' and
"cherry" seemed so funny, like she was a sundae or something, that Skyla
almost laughed, but before she could, the shaft of rubber slid inside her
and she gasped and it might have hurt a little bit, but Skyla couldn't
tell because she felt like sparks were shooting out from the top of her
skull. Suddenly an incredible feeling overwhelmed her pussy and her body
as Dallas slipped in and out of her. The feeling felt so good it was
almost too much for her to bare. Skyla wanted it to never stop.

She felt like a woman, like a man. She felt like a dyke. She felt like a
happy little girl.

"You're crying?" Dallas sounded concerned.

"Just fuck me" said Skyla wiping away the salty tears.

And Dallas slapped her on the ass, which should have upset her, but just
added intensity as the woman's big, fake sex tube rammed over and over
again into her. Weird. And animal. And right.

"I got you girl. You're safe with me" said Dallas.

Skyla threw her arms around the woman's neck and held on.

"That's better", said Dallas. "Its nice to see a smile on your face."

The room kept spinning for hours.

Skyla slept till noon. She lay among her rumpled sheets for a while,
feeling simultaneously drained and renewed. Ravaged. Reborn. Trying to
recall just what had happened the night before. Her pussy still pulsed
with pleasure.

When she staggered into the kitchen for tea, the first thing Teddy Bear
said to her was, "well someone got well and truly fucked last night."

"Does it show?" Skyla smiled blearily.

"Yep" Teddy's cute chubby cheeks broke into a grin.

"So is that Dallas around?" Skyla hoped she sounded at least a little
nonchalant.

"Red's friend? Nope left this morning."

"Left? For where?"

"Didn't say but it sounded like she wouldn't be back for a while. But
she left you something though." Teddy pointed to an envelope, addressed
to Skyla, on the table.

Skyla tore it open. There was a single sheet of paper that read two
words: "Nice pussy."

Skyla spent the afternoon in her room, listening to Alanis Morisette.
Yes. Alanis was something she listened to when she was feeling low and at
that moment, that's how she felt. She tried to recapture the visions of
the night before, drawing elaborate patterns with oil paints.

Red would come in every once in a while and smile enigmatically, or
tousle Skyla's hair. But she never talked about the night before. And
swore that she didn't know where Dallas had gone.

At sundown, Skyla went to Teddy's room down the hall and told Teddy how
she was feeling. How she felt a little used and lonely.

"It'll be ok, Sky" Teddy had said. "Its normal to feel that way when the
wrong person takes something like that away from you. It happens to the
best of us."

When Skyla was feeling emotionally raw, like she did today, Teddy's
advice and big smile could be a lifesaver.

END.