Date: Sat, 31 Aug 2002 09:42:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Suzy Suburbanite <suzy999999@yahoo.com>
Subject: She (FF)

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This story is set in a land far, far away where unsafe sex has no
consequences; a land where HIV/AIDS, Hepatitis and other STDs don't exist.
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is based on real people, either living or dead. It was produced for the
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This is a work of FICTION by an author using the pen name Suzy
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Enjoy,
Suzy

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She

By: Suzy Suburbanite


She walked towards me on the deck of the indoor community pool.  I just
finished my first set of 20 laps and I was headed to the Jacuzzi to
cool-down before starting my second set.  She wore the bathing suit of a
lifeguard.

She wasn't pretty.  Not even plain.  She had a face that had seen too much
chlorine and too much acne; harsh, wrinkled and marked.  She walked around
the Jacuzzi once, displaying her body to me.  She was proud of her big
boobs, and tight bottom.  But like her face, her body was blemished and
damaged from her exposure to the pool and the sun.

She made me uncomfortable, so I decided to start my second set of laps.
She stopped me as I stepped from the swirling water.

"I'm Beth," she said in a blunt, no-nonsense manner, "I want to fuck
you...now...right now...c'mon."

She grabbed my hand and led me towards the women's changing room.

"I'm not gay," I protested.

"So," she said flatly.

She put me under the communal shower and commanded that I strip.  I did
what she asked, dropping the shoulder straps of my workout swimsuit,
shedding the damp garment as anonymous women passed by.

She pressed my back against the warm tile and knelt before me.

"Show it to me," she demanded.

"What?"

"Your cunt...Spread your lips and show it to me," she commanded again.

I did.  I opened my pussy to her gaze.  She placed her hands on my thighs
and rubbed up and down, still kneeling before me.  More women and girls
walked by.  Some fascinated by what was happening and some turning their
heads with visible disgust.  I felt ashamed.  Why didn't I stop her?

"You'll need to get off fast or we'll get caught," she said as she plunged
her face into my crotch.

She licked me and sucked me and teased me.

"Hurry-up and cum," she said frantically before gently sucking my clitoris
into her mouth.

I grabbed her wet hair and did it, I came.  It was wet and wild and
exciting; my pussy flooding her face as I pulled her against me.

"Oh yes!" I cried as she ate me through two glorious climaxes, "hell
yes...fuck yes...eat me."

She stood, "You're not gay...right?"

"No."

"Cool," she wiped her face with the back of her hand, "I slipped my number
in your locker."

"Huh?"

"You're here Tuesdays and Thursdays, right?" obviously, she already knew
the answer.

"Yes."

"Ok, then I'll see you next Tuesday."

"Ok," I stammered, "do you want to know my name?"

"Not really?" she said with a smile, as she went back to work.



-----End of She------------------------------


And who says suburbia is a cultural wasteland.

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