Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2007 02:59:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Brittany Gay <tomgirlx93@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stories from the Life/College/Us &Them

tomgirlx93@gmail.com
Stories from the Life/College/- Us & Them
November 19, 2007
COPYRIGHT 2007


    Author's Note: This is just a tale to relieve those odd, movie-like
dreams I have been having. The dreams have occurred for weeks, in small
pieces. When I outlined these visions it started to make sense. Perhaps
this was my brain's way of fighting through my chronic writer's block. So
please, if you like the story feel free to let me know. For those sweet
souls that have emailed me in the past, send all comments to my new
address. Yes, it is the same name but a different inbox at gmail.com.
Also loyal readers may remember most of the characters from my past
submissions. If not familiar, go ahead and back track on them.
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    Before living in California and before taking the alias Crystal
Crocker, Bronwyn Price was twenty-one years old and wishing for the
world. She had three unchangeable opinions that she was passionate about:
love thy self, love thy friends unconditionally and hate all that are
heterosexual.

"Please, can someone tell me why, out of all the neighborhoods in Calumet
City did they have to move next door?" Bronwyn exclaimed, as she watched
her new neighbors fawn over a newly bought car.

    If there was one thing she hated more than a backstabber or waiting
in a long line or even a hetero male was a straight girl. It would make
Bronwyn sick to her stomach and want to run in the other direction, when
seeing them in public. Bronwyn did not even have straight friends.

"So judgmental. So snotty. Think they have the right to stare at gay
people. They think their hair is better than mine. They have annoying
children." Bronwyn would say, bantering in a heterophobic manner.

    Before actually encountering her straight female neighbors-whom
looked as though they walked off of a Laguna Beach episode- Bronwyn awoke
in a hotel room. There, Bronwyn blinked twice and was alive again. The
first thing she noticed, upon sitting up, was the blinding white sunlight
bathing the space around her. Then Bronwyn realized she was in a bed that
was not her own. It was a rather large bed and she was not alone.

"Who the ffff-" Bronwyn grouched.

    The person closest to Browyn shifted and immediately realized it was
Abby. Looking over her, Ms. Price recognized the other occupant under the
fluffy blanket to be Nia. Bronwyn sighed and mentally thanked the Lord
she was not about to experience an awkward, post-coital morning with two
people she did not even know. Needless to say this has happened to her
before. Bronwyn put her feet on the floor to stand and stretch. She took
one step forward, to walk into the bathroom and slipped on a vodka
bottle. Bronwyn swung upwards in mid-air, before landing with a thud.

"Girrrrllll." Abby said in a husky voice as she slowly woke up.

    Abby accidentally nudged Nia awake, whom slipped out of the bed and
tumbled over the nightstand. Nia crawled to where Bronwyn was still
laying on the floor. Abby hung over the side of the bed to look down at
them.

"When did everyone leave?" Abby asked, her dark green eyes droopy.

"I don't know." Nia groaned, rolling on the carpet and mysterious
articles of clothing. It could have been their clothing, considering they
were in nothing but underwear, but it was more than likely the garbs
belonged to someone else.

     In the back of her hazy mind, Bronwyn recapped exactly what she
could remember. They arrived at the room about a quarter to 11pm. The
three had to wait in the lobby until the room was ready. Sorry for being
unpunctual with timing, the management of the Hilton hotel allowed
Bronwyn and her friends a free tab at the bar. It took about thirty
minutes for them to be allowed in the presidential suite. In that time,
those that were invited to the hotel party arrived in groups. The party
was for Nia's twenty first birthday. Originally they were to have affair
at home, but the hetero habitué moved in next door. Before this, Bronwyn
had no neighbors on either side of her house. She would throw fierce
parties and there would be no one to complain. However, as of three days
prior to Nia's party, adversary moved in next door and radiated
agitation.

    Knowing full and well that her parties were rambunctious, Bronwyn
thought it would be smart to get a hotel room instead. The suite at the
Hilton was noted as sound proof and large enough to fit many. The
turn-out of the soiree was more than expected. Those invited, which was a
little over fifteen friends, brought others. The room was packed, but the
balcony served as an extension. When Bronwyn and the others walked around
the room the morning after, there was a vast assortment of liquor
bottles, clothes, cups and food dishes everywhere.

"What the hell?" Nia said as they walked through.

    She could not remember much of anything that had taken place, the
night before. Neither could Abby. Bronwyn tried to think, but she was
still drunk.

"I'm starving. Let's go downstairs." Bronwyn suggested.

    With that the girls put on whatever they could find. Still a bit
tipsy and it being early in the morning, they did not care about
appearance just then. Bronwyn put on a hoodie, over her lace bra, and
pulled on some shorts. Nia reached for a shirt, which bore the words 'I
look like a lady but fuck like a man' and a pair of jeans. Abby put on a
polo and sweat pants. They looked like fools, but figured no one would
notice them, let alone care. In the hotel restaurant they sat at the bar
and ordered whatever sounded good. That is to say the girls ordered a
lot. Bronwyn, Nia and Abby had slim figures, but when they were hung-over
calories did not matter.

"Shit! Shit!" Nia suddenly remembered. "We have to pick Amelia up from
the airport."

"Calm down. Her flight comes in at twelve. It's only nine." Bronwyn
assured.

    After breakfast the girls went back to the room, popped open a bottle
of wine, put on a good CD and danced on every surface of the room. They
hopped on tables, chairs and counter tops. After all of that, they filled
the jacuzzi tub with warm water and bubbles. All three stripped, jumped
in with the pinot bottle and giggled about what may have happened the
night before. When it came time to leave, the girls gathered all of the
half full liquor bottles and put them in a bucket to take home. They then
checked out, loaded into Nia's car and headed for the airport.

     When they pulled up the airport entrance twenty minutes later,
Amelia was already standing out front. Her green eyes lit up like stars
when Bronwyn stepped out of the car. The two embraced sweetly. After
loading up the car with Amelia's luggage, they flew down the expressway
for home. On the way, Bronwyn, Nia and Abby went over the night before.
Their memories of what they could not remember slowly surfaced.

"I'm so mad I missed that." Amelia chuckled as they pulled into the
driveway.

    As Bronwyn helped Amelia with her bags, she noticed her neighbors
sitting on their porch. When inside the house Bronwyn sat in the front
window.

"I cannot stand a straight girl." She started as she looked out, crossing
her arms over her chest.

"Oh, so that's them." Amelia smirked over Bronwyn's shoulder.

"Of course. And they already look like a problem."

"I can already see that blond one is the leader, of course. The brunette
looks snooty. The red head is hot." Abby stood next to Bronwyn.

"The brunette's kinda cute too." Nia squeezed in.

"Oh no no no. Won't be any of that. We don't do the whole
be-the-striaght-girl's-play-toy thing, remember?" Bronwyn said.

    Just then the neighbors looked over at them. Bronwyn and the others
ducked out of sight. Meanwhile outside, the neighbors went on with their
own banter.

"See, I told you they were nasty. Standing there, watching and hoping for
a piece." The blond said.

"Are you sure they're a bunch of lesbians, Della?" The red head asked the
blond. "They look....normal."

"Alice, those are lipstick dykes. The tricky ones." Della huffed.

"I bet they're nice." The brunette smirked innocently.

"I bet they'll try feeling you up." Alice laughed.

"I bet we'll be moving soon." Della frowned.

    Just then a black pick-up truck parked out front of the Lesbian
Residents. Out stepped what they mistook as a boy, at first sight.

"Oooh he's cute." Alice smiled.

"He's a woman, sweetie." Della corrected.

    As they gawked at the butch girl, Bronwyn came out of the house. She
jumped into the girl's arms and kissed her deeply. After breaking the
kiss, Bronwyn looked over at the neighbors and waved to them mockingly.
Della was so disgusted she ran inside. The other two followed.

"Yeah. We are moving soon." Della growled.
*********************************

    A month went by and it was close to mid-summer. In the past weeks,
the two houses made it clear they were rivals. They also ended up in the
same places ironically: the mall, theater, local restaurants. Each run-in
never went without snide remarks and frowns. In the air of those
conflicts, Amelia kept to herself, though she disliked the 'straights'
herself. She was not very rowdy anymore. Amelia was alot more serious,
those days. While her friends went about their days looking for the next
best thing, Amelia sat around in her room or out on the back deck reading
books concerning her science major. She was actually on summer break,
from the University of Iowa. Bronwyn always joked about Amelia being a
smart blond. She was also less materialistic than the others. Amelia was
gorgeous, but did not need heels or short skirts. The smart blond was
feminine, with a relaxed sense of fashion. One day, while out on the
backyard deck reading, as the others tanned nude, the straights came out
to their backyard to also tan.

"Oh my God Della, must they!" Alice whispered when she noticed her naked
neighbors lounging.

"They probably fuck each other too. At the same time." Della shook her
head, setting her beach towel on the lawn.

"You guys, come on. At least they have nice bodies." Audrey, the
brunette, said.

"You know, it's just sad. Girls die to have a body like that and they
waste it on each other." Alice said.

"Well let us not worry. We look better." Della grinned.

"The girl with the light brown hair has nice hair." Audrey inserted,
referring to Bronwyn.

    Over on the otherside of the fence, Nia suddenly lifted her
sunglasses and sat up.

"I just got this odd feeling. I think they were looking at us." She said.

"They can't help what they really want." Amelia joked, keeping her eyes
in her book and sipping iced tea.

"How come when we wanna tan, they wanna tan?" Bronwyn asked, turning on
to her stomach.

"How come when we're at the movies, they're at the movies? How come when
we're taking out the garbage, they're taking out the garbage? It's God
playing with us and loving it." Abby explained as she rubbed on more
tanning lotion.

"Whatever can go wrong will go wrong, and at the worst possible time, in
the worst possible way." Amelia chimed.

"Murphey's Law is kicking our ass." Bronwyn scoffed.
*****

    Amelia was outside on another humid day pulling weeds. She was bored
and decided to do some gardening. Bronwyn, Abby and Nia were at work.
Amelia was normally left alone during the day, needing to entertain
herself. So as she carried on with snipping, pulling and sweating Amelia
became lost in her thoughts and MP3 player. After an hour or so, she
stood to get a drink of water. Amelia was startled to find the brunette
from next door standing behind her.

"Sorry. I was just about to tap you." The girl apologized.

"Yeah. So what do you want." Amelia was coy and a little annoyed.

"Um, do you have, uh....I was making...something and I realized I don't
have any sugar." The brunette seemed embarrassed and intimidated.

    Amelia softened a bit, but kept up her guard. She allowed the girl to
come inside. As Amelia went into the pantry, the brunette looked around
the kitchen and peeked into the living room.

"Every thing's really colorful. A lot of nice tones." said the brunette
when Amelia returned.

"Yeah." Amelia said handing her a cup full of sugar, then walking to the
refrigerator for a water bottle.

"A lot of artwork too."

"Want to look around?" Amelia knew the girl wouldn't leave if she didn't.

    The girl went to observing, taking in the exotic art and stylish
decor. Amelia could not help but be brazen, though it appeared her
neighbor was harmless.

"What do you do?" The girl asked, still fawning over certain items.

"Studying science." Amelia answered.

"Wow. What do your friends do?"

"They're models."

"Really? You guys are full of surprises. Who do they model for?"

"Magazines. Private publications. Stuff like that." Amelia did not want
to include their job required them to undress. To change the subject she
asked, "What was your name?"

"Aubrey. Thanks for asking......and the sugar."

    Later that evening, during dinner, Amelia told her friends about the
surprise visit.

"Sounds like she likes you." Nia grinned.

"Don't take the bait. It's a trick." Bronwyn said.

"Oh I know. I figured her to be the spy." Amelia cinched.

    The next day, home alone again, Amelia was reading on the back deck.
As she had figured would happen, Aubrey appeared again.

"Just wanted to return this cup and to say thanks again." Aubrey had
said.

"Well, you're welcome." Amelia started to dismiss her, but then invited
Aubrey over for tea. Her neighbor looked elated.

    As they sat at the deck table, Amelia was thrown a series of
questions. She allowed Aubrey over knowing that would happen, further
proving the girl was a the sleuth for the other straight girls. It was
rather amusing and Amelia had been bored, so the girl served as
entertainment.

"I mean, how do you...do it?" Aubrey asked.

"You know, I never understood why straight girls ask that knowing the
answer will disgust them." Amelia laughed.

"Well...come on. Just curious."

"I bet. I don't know, we just do it. It's kind of like extended foreplay,
with a orgasm."

"That doesn't sound like sex."  Aubrey apostatized. "But if that's all
you can do, then I guess that's fine."

"Yeah, well, it gets the job done. More tea?"

"Yes, thanks. And what really draws you to a woman? Like what is so
special about it all?"

    Amelia sighed and went to fetch more tea from the kitchen.

"No. Really. Have you ever been with a man?" Aubrey followed.

"If I had a penny for every time I heard that..." Amelia shook her head,
as she poured the tea.

    Amelia explained that trying to sleep with a man for her was like a
striaght man doing the same, just to be sure of their sexuality. Aubrey
seemed to excogitate Amelia's supposition. Then she went on to ask the
difference between a man and a woman.

"Men have rough hands and thick skin. Basically I hate what you like
about them. Girls are smooth. Then when they touch you or if you touch
them, you both feel it in the same place if not all over." Amelia
explained, slowly sinking into the thoughts having experienced those
things.

"What else?" Aubrey asked.

"They're emotional, but it can be kinda cute. Then there's that knowing
exactly what the other wants. Like, how to touch or kiss them. You know
just what they want when they sigh or it's in their eyes, the way they
touch you, talk to you."

    Amelia was snapped out of a dirty fantasy when she heard Aubrey's cup
crash on the floor.

"Sorry. It slipped." Aubrey looked shocked and her face was rubicund.

"It's fine." Amelia leaned down to pick up the pieces, as well as Aubrey.

    Amelia noticed Aubrey's hands shaking and that she was sweating. It
was then that she knew exactly what was going on. After picking up the
pieces, Aubrey excused herself and went home. She left in a bit of a
hurry, leaving Amelia to wonder.
************************

    Bronwyn decided to have a party a week later. She felt not much was
happening so far in the season. It was a Saturday night and plenty of
their mutual friends arrived around 10pm. Many others arrived later.
People were inside and outside. Amelia was up in her room, not feeling
like socializing. A lot had changed in her from two years prior. In the
past she was always partying and going out. That's how she and Bronwyn
had met. Then, after she through herself into school, Amelia lost the
urge to go out and get trashed. However, school was not the only reason
for this change.

    Finally tired of reading, Amelia went downstairs for a beer. Gay
girls and guys were everywhere. It was about one in the morning and
everyone was heavily intoxicated. Amelia got caught up in conversation
with those she had not seen in a while. That lead her from one beer to
three to six. Then someone mixed her a drink of vodka and Pepsi. By that
time Amelia was defiantly feeling the alcohol. As it became a bit later,
the party moved to the outside. As Amelia sat off with some others,
Bronwyn and her girlfriend Bobbi were cuddled on a lawn chair on the far
side of the yard.

"Come on. We used to do this all of the time." Bronwyn was saying.

"I don't know. What if she's awkward tomorrow?" Bobbi said.

"She won't be. She never was. I promise. Besides, don't you think she's
cute?"

"Very but-"

"And you always wanted to try it just once. She's perfect. Come on baby."
Bronwyn was cupping Bobbi's crotch and kissing her neck.

    Meanwhile, Amelia got up to go into the kitchen. She downed a tall
glass of water and leaned on the counter. Bobbi and Bronwyn entered a
moment later.

"You ok?" Bronwyn asked.

"I'm fine." Amelia smiled.

    She did not realize how close the two girls were to her. Bronwyn
looked at Bobbi and they giggled. Amelia started to ask what the hell was
so funny, but then Bronwyn brought her hands around Amelia's waist.
Immediately she knew what was going on. During the beginning of their
friendship two years back, she and Bronwyn always messed around. They
stopped after Bronwyn met Bobbi a year later.

"I couldn't help how cute you looked tonight." Bronwyn said, bringing her
face closer to Amelia's.

    The blond girl felt Bobbi's hand moving around her waist. Bronwyn
kissed Amelia once and then again until her friend kissed back. Bobbi
came in closer and Amelia turned her head for their lips to meet. Her
legs began to shake as Bronwyn licked her neck. 'Damn', Amelia thought,
'I can't do this. This isn't fair to Bobbi. I'm already in love with her
girlfriend, which is my best friend.......this is so fucked up.' While
she was mentally fighting with herself, Bronwyn was leading her upstairs.

    Bobbi laid on the end of Bronwyn's bed, her feet on the floor.
Bronwyn knelt on the edge of the bed and pulled Amelia close. Amelia felt
herself getting warmer, as her clothes came off. Her nipples felt amazing
when Bronwyn sucked them. Bronwyn laid back to allow Amelia to undress
her. Bobbi was naked from the waist up, jeans off and hand in her
boxer-briefs. Amelia did find Bobbi very attractive because she was.
'Just focus on both of them. That'll make it easier.' Amelia thought as
she laid in between Bronwyn's legs. Her friend swiftyly flipped her over
and Bronwyn crawled up Amelia's body. Bronwyn aimed her pussy directly
over her mouth. Amelia extended her tongue as far as she could and gave
Bronwyn steady licks from back to front.

    Bronwyn moaned libidinous words as Amelia sucked and tasted. Bobbi
knelt in front of the bed, where Amelia's ass rested on the edge. Bobbi
spread Amelia open and traced her tongue around the inner folds. Amelia
squirmed and moaned against Bronwyn's pussy. Bronwyn, whom was well on
the fringe of coming, stopped grinding on Amelia's tongue and moved to
the edge of the bed.

"I want you both to lick me." She entreated, nudging Amelia down on to
the floor.

    Bronwyn opened her legs wide. Amelia began kissing her left thigh, as
Bobbi pushed two fingers inside Bronwyn. Their tongues lapped over each
other as  both licked Bronwyn's vulva. Amelia sucked Bronwyn's folds
next, while Bobbi continued to fuck her. When their tongues collided,
Bobbi and Amelia would stop and kiss for a moment, then return to
consuming Brownwyn. That alone drove Bronwyn crazy with lust. Her moans
and grunts were evolving from husky to strained. Amelia had her mouth
full of Bronwyn's clit and Bobbi had her fingers in deep, when Bronwyn's
hips started bouncing and grinding. White secretions squirted past
Bobbi's fingers as Bronwyn whimpered blissful groans. She had come
quicker than usual. The brown haired girl normally lasted longer. The two
on the floor kissed Bronwyn's throbbing pussy, as the muscles in her body
relaxed. Bobbi and Amelia moved their kisses up Bronwyn's sensitive body,
stopped to suck on intense nipples before going up to her neck and then
lips. All three kissed and caressed each other for a moment.

"Mmmm." Bronwyn moaned. "Let me watch you fuck each other."

    That very statement got both Amelia and Bobbi excited. Bronwyn
defiantly had a way with words. She sat back against the headboard to
observe. Amelia laid Bobbi on her back and nibbled on her breasts. Bobbi
was squirming and tingling all over.

"Turn over." Bronwyn ordered her girlfriend.

    Bobbi complied with no ado. Amelia could tell all of this was further
turning her on. As she kissed down Bobbi's back, the boyish-girl raised
her ass up a bit. Amelia kissed the well formed cheeks, slowly working
her way in between. Bobbi's breathing became audible. Amelia stopped to
work a finger inside Bobbi's pussy, which was very tight. She then
circled her tongue around the puckered hole. Bobbi's body jumped forward
a bit, caused by a jolt of thrill. She began moaning and rubbing her face
into the mattress. Amelia was giving Bobbi's ass nice long licks, as her
finger poked the girl's g-spot. The whole scene pressed Bronwyn to fondle
herself. When Bobbi could feel her climax creeping she turned over, sat
up on her elbow and pushed Amelia's face into her crotch.

    Amelia covered Bobbi's vulva with her mouth and sucked hard. Bobbi
moaned low and her body jerked repeatedly, as her orgasm spasmed through
every nerve. While Bobbi laid back to recover, Bronwyn pulled Amelia over
to sit back against her. She reached around to play with Amelia's breasts
and kissed around her ear. Amelia leaned back and closed her eyes.
Bronwyn's body felt so warm. Those crazy love-sick feelings began to
return. 'Fuck, I want you all to myself. I want you to hold me like this
everyday', Amelia was thinking, as their lips met for a gratifying kiss.

    Amelia barely noticed Bobbi's tongue on her clit. She broke the kiss
and looked down. Then shivered from the sensation. Bronwyn pulled on
Amelia's nipples lightly, causing her friend's skin to prickle.

"Her mouth feels so good, doesn't it?" Bronwyn whispered in Amelia's ear.

"Mmm." Was all the blond girl could say.

"I told her you taste so good." Bronwyn's voice was so alluring right
then, that it was painful. "Will you let her fist you?"

"Mmmmmm, yes." Amelia was more than happy to.

    Bobbi came up and kissed Amelia deeply. Some lube, pushing and a
short time later Amelia was full of Bobbi's hand. It was curled up inside
Amelia's pussy and she was totally losing her head. It had been a while
since someone had fisted her, but Amelia took in Bobbi well. Amelia's
legs were being held up and open by Bronwyn, whom was muttering the
dirtiest things.

"Aww fuck. Oooooooh not too hard. Yesssss right there. Mmmmmm." Amelia
had her head draped back on her friend's shoulder, as she groaned
blissfully.

    Amelia seemed so transfixed on coming, that Bronwyn felt she would
too. By the way the blond girl was licking her lips and groaning made
Bobbi's heart race. Amelia finally squealed and spasmed, uttering her own
raunchy words, as she climaxed. The next thing she knew, Amelia woke to
the sound of a lawnmower. It was early morning. She was still in
Bronwyn's bed. Her friend and Bobbi were still sleeping peacefully when
Amelia went downstairs to make coffee. Amelia was sitting with a bowl of
fruit when Bobbi and Bronwyn came into the kitchen.

"Hey." Amelia smiled.

"Hi." Bronwyn smiled back sleepily.

    All appeared normal, until Bronwyn said, "Where were you last night?"

"What?" Amelia was confused.

"Did you ever come downstairs?" Bronwyn asked.

    Amelia paused for a moment. "Huh?"

"Well if you did, I totally don't remember. All I know is I popped a mind
relaxer earlier in the night. Probably shouldn't have done that."

"Who gave us those?" Bobbi asked.

    It all began making sense to Amelia. A friend of theirs, a year or so
before then, had made the same mistake. The friend said how they took a
sedative to get high, drank and could not remember a thing. Amelia
decided not to tell them what really happened. She forever kept this to
herself and the pain. Amelia had hoped the experience would bring her
closer to Bronwyn in a more romantic way. However, it only ached her
heart more.

    to be continued.......comments please ;)

Brittany Patrice Gay