Date: Fri, 18 Mar 2011 03:37:12 -0400
From: Avery A Volpus <inabelljar@gmail.com>
Subject: Hot Palms, pt. 5 (Audrine Vice)

Sitting behind her, compulsion expelled in restrained female exhales, Jeri
fought herself not to wail and beg, not to wash Tess's feet with his hands,
live inside her helplessly like a vital organ. Toast popped downstairs;
pretending not to care, they sighed feverishly, gauging their bodies'
richocheting temperatures. Cruel fragility moaning everywhere, communion
for the apostates of gods and the scribes of feeling.  Flesh meeting of the
youth group.

Raising the stakes, she forced a hand forward to address Tess's breasts,
the other interlacing her fingers with the promise of something
post-carnal. Wait, Tess thought, don't wait. Why do we ever wait? She
craned backwards, awkwardly, averting her uncontrollable wide stare.  She
might scare her murky and dubious pursuer, her cold coyness already burned
to rubble, unmendable, wet eyelids, dry wintery face. All passion and
sickness and laughing nervous disgust flashed her consciousness in a burst
of green, all the sex in the world, all the fucking and all the fucked,
NPR, CNN, world news, nothing more than the outcomes, the need for, the
greed of. Jeri caught the white-blonde threadlike hair in her teeth,
pulling, with static; lost, Tess choked an ah-ahh and squeezed her hand, in
want of pediatric reassurance.

Sorry, Jeri groaned, sorry, silently, that she ever had the gall to taint
something so white, not pure, not young, but somehow still stiffened polish
ivory, exported from girlhood, collector's item. This girl hurt her
nerves. The bread burned and scented with black their rehearsal of all
stories, stories for bedtime with parental editing, happily-ever-after with
a ripped veil and the ecstatic need for after and again. Like her t-shirt
tangled around her feet, everything was faulty here, like the toaster,
shorting out--people, unlike appliances, not built to stop or save
themselves.

Tess didn't know if she should speak at all, though her mind seemed full of
words that she couldn't read or repeat as her nipples were pinched gently
by more experienced fingers. Other times began to cross her mind, times
with men, in comparison, suddenly falling so short. Jeri's hands crawled up
her spiny back like a ladder, pulling her down into the mattress, where no
eye contact was made, pink undershirt thrown halfway across the murky
bedroom. It felt like a boy's room in a very sexy way to Tess, but then,
that was the only kind of bed she had ever crawled into, frightened and
half-undressed and ready for inspection and approval. And finality, when
the condom had been rolled and then unrolled, and everything was so
sloppily, unpleasantly finished. There seemed to be no conclusion to the
possibilities of these sheets, of that face, of what could be done.

Tess began to reach for the zipper on her jeans, but her hand was knocked
out of the way when Jeri's got there first. Quick as pain, they joined her
shirt somewhere unseen, and Jeri was gazing at her, all white lace, her
teeth clenched in pleasant agony behind a front of calm lips. Tess felt she
was lying on a hospital bed, lost somewhere else in her body, watching the
world from the bottom of a bubble; Jeri moved in, kissing but not
affectionately, her teeth rubbing against a soft clit through the wall of
silky warm cloth. Tess let herself out of her body through her mouth,
groaning and arching her pelvis up to Jeri's mouth, which pleased Jeri, who
almost chuckled. Give-and-take, neither naked in full, Jeri denied and
denied, tonguing hard against a Victoria's Secret-patented trap and then
stopping, amused, as Tess attempted to keep composure. She wanted
verification; she needed to see the need.

Tess felt Jeri's fingers digging into her inner thighs like tattoo guns,
and she felt a drip down her leg. No pink wine buzz, no other touch had
ever driven her mind into such a sensitive high, this kind of addictive
heat. She felt nothing would ever satisfy again.

"Please."

Tess's cheeks were pink.

Jeri smiled with half her mouth. "Such a lady," she retorted playfully. She
easily mouthed the thin elastic on Tess's hip and yanked it halfway down in
one pull, to her knee with another, and holding up her leg, pulled it off
her ankle on a third, left holding it in her teeth like a puppy. She
dropped Tess's leg onto the mattress and stood up, almost facing away, but
taking in her work. Her shirt came off effortlessly over her head, her
breasts bouncing out from under, full and unrestrained. Tess felt herself
swelling up. She'd watched this happen before, in a sense, but never with
the feeling that she might somehow malfunction completely if it took any
longer. Jeri quickly unzipped her shorts and they dropped off her hard
hips, taking a pair of black boyshorts with them, perfectly smooth lips
underneath, center-spaced inside aggressive streamlined thighs.

Jeri pounced straight at her, hungry. They tangled and Tess limpened,
allowing her body to conform to Jeri's lines. Jeri playfully nipped at her
shoulder. The fearfulness of expunging virginity, heightening its pleasure,
overcame Jeri. She roughly grabbed Tess by the ribcage, guarding her more
than Tess knew with only a seemed recklessness, as she flopped down on back
and elbows, thrusting the girl onto her torso and then urging her forward,
sliding her up her neck and to her face. She smelled like powdered sugar, a
little bit of salt, scared. Ready to swallow her whole, Jeri handled her
ass cheeks like a steering wheel and moved her soft pussy up onto her
mouth, still gripping her ass with one hand, waiting for her to relax her
weight a bit. Tess was shaking but Jeri didn't read fear. Fully indulgent,
she sucked on her clit, feeling it become more apparent, taking all of Tess
inside her mouth, using her hands to push the limber hips forward as her
tongue thrust in and out at various angles, and Tess moved with her hands.

All hesitancy subsided into nothing more than a pleasant sense of guilt in
the back of Tess's throbbing brain. She reached down, moving herself up a
bit on her knees, and fingered her own lips apart, teasing her authority
with an unexpected slutty view. Jeri took the bait, tonguing Tess's fingers
and her lips simultaneously, indiscriminately. She knowingly reached for
the manicured fingers, pulling them off, placing them around her own
head. Tess's feathery hair was whisked around but now out of her face, and
Jeri stared straight into her, trying to scare her, taunt her, feed her
something intangible all at once. Tess gripped Jeri's scalp, delicate hands
incapable of causing any unwanted kind of pain, and leaned back slightly,
humping Jeri's mouth, being as far inside it as she could, and Jeri secured
her like a suction, her tongue out-of-view and frantically working through
Tess's lips.

Blonde and pink and furiously submissive, she looked down sharply onto
Jeri, letting her tits heave with intention, knowing so quietly now
everything she had that Jeri wanted. Her mouth covered, Jeri perked an
eyebrow at Tess, encouraging her. Attempting to touch, to feel everything
so selfishly at once, mounted on an ever-so-willing face, the game was up;
with a thumb on her clit and a hand cupping her ass, Jeri shoved her in
reverse, landing her on a pillow, spread open, shiny as silk. She looked
almost hurt. Handing over too much control would have robbed her of
something; somehow, she doubted it was what Tess came for, anyway.