Date: Sun, 23 Feb 2003 20:37:53 -0800
From: Ronnie <stonefeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE LAST OF THE RED-HOT, ALL-AMERICAN LESBIAN VIRGINS

Ladies and gentlemen, I have returned with an all new story for you all to
read and see. First off, allow me to go over the ground rules if you are
new here for the first time. If you are underage, live where it is unlawful
to read this type of fiction, or are just plain offended by the notion of
two young women in love with each other, then please do us a favor and
leave while you still can. Any further questions? Good, then let us all de-
scend into the underworld, shall we?


THE LAST OF THE RED HOT ALL AMERICAN LESBIAN VIRGINS

by Keith

This is the story about one of the last true virgin girls in America. Her
name is Andra Cranswell, but it is also about two young high schoolers who
are about to come to blows over this precious commodity.

Seanne Ianne Roxborough and Ianne Christine O'Cameron were two young high
school who were once in love with each other, but had a terrible falling
out that caused them to separate.

They were at Gir Anwar's Pizza Palace one Wednesday afternoon after school
had let out for the day. It would be Ianne's turn to receive the bad news.

"Ianne, I'm leaving you."

"What?!"

"You herd me correctly. I'm leaving you because our relationship with each
other is no longer panning out." There was a long deafening silence that
somehow managed to keep the afterschool din at arm's length, catching the
light sandy blonde girl of 17 by surprise. She was dumfounded, pallid with
forboding and her body was quavering all over when the words her girlfriend
intoned to her cut deeply into her very soul.


"What the hell do you mean, you're leaving me?"

"I'm sorry, but I just am leaving you for someone else, Ianne."

"Who is it, Seanne? And don't tell me it's one of the resident beauty
queens that are on top of the high school food chain."

"Well, .....yes it is. Satisfied?"

"Hardly. I invested in this relationship with you for the last several
years since we were kids and this is what you do to me...you thrust your
filthy little paws into my bosom and pull out my heart and split it asunder
in two?"

"Ianne, I'm sorry. Would you please forgive me? It's that I want to see
other young women our ages while we're still in high school together, while
the getting is still fresh."

Seanne's words failed to put a poor, emotionally broken young woman of 17
at ease. In fact, she was warming up the tears , ready to ball her heart
out in severe, excruciating pain for the heartbreak that was inflicted on
her and against her will. The sandy blonde haired girl tried to hold back
the weeping. It was nearly impossible, but she held back long enough to
impart some choice words for her now treacherous girlfriend from childhood.

"Let me tell you this, you heartless beast", Ianne said to Seanne as she
got up and prepared to leave. "You can have your little airhead bimboes for
all I care, because I am turning my back on you, you treacherous curr!"
Ianne shoved the chair back under the table and stormed out of the Pizza
Palace with several other teen customers looking on in bewilderment and
amazed wonder as she left Seanne sitting there back at the table, nursing a
cooling Hawaiian styled pizza. This is not over yet, not by a long shot.


17-year old Andra Cranswell sat quietly in her room after completing her
homework. She looked slightly plump for a high school senior clad in an old
fashioned 50's era styled girl's dress with requisite saddleshoes. She was
truly indeed one of the last red hot all american teen lesbian virgins and
she knew it....much to her sorrow.

She desired very much to have sex with the prettiest girls in school, but
her mother would not allow it to happen for her. Her mother, Annan, was a
very strict woman of 30something age who forbade her only child to wear the
latest clothes or even make-up for that matter. But still she was used to
the fact that her own mother dressed in the latest fashions and acted like
an overgrown teenager which troubled her deeply. It would not be much
longer before Annan entered unannounced as usual in her nature to check up
on her pride and joy from time to time.

"Andra, what are you doing?" She would always inquire rhetorically to
Andra.

"Nothing, Mother. Nothing", she would reply much to her mother's
chagrin. The woman approached the girl and raised her head to within eye
contact of hers. This was serious, as always.

"Nothing,huh?"

"Nothing, just relaxing before dinner." This was one of those moments that
would somehow send Annan into a state of peevedness. "Well, you should not
sit on your bed and twiddle your thumbs like a jackaninny."

"But Mommy. I'm twiddling my thumbs."

"Do not correct me, young lady. Do not ever correct me, ever understood?"

Poor Andra just looked down on her bed all sheepish and meek which also
annoyed Annan deeply. The woman tilted her daughter's head back into eye
contact level. "Do you understand, young lady?"

"Yes, Mother. I understand you completely." Annan then lightly smacked her
across the cheek in her scolding of her. "Good. Now come down to the table
for dinner and I expect you to remain quiet while we supp together,
understood?"

"Yes Mother." The sharply dressed 30something woman promptly, yet firmly
escorted her only child down to the dining room for supper.

However, this is only the beginning of our story as Andra would have a
chance to defy her mother and meet the girl of her dreams at school, but
that is another chapter of the Last of the Red hot All American Virgins.

I hope you enjoyed this first part of the newest story. Now there may be
some paragraphs missing, but I do hope you all enjoyed it all the same. I
am so sorry for the impending mess about to happen, but please let me know
if I should continue or not. Bye for now.