Date: Tue, 4 Oct 2005 23:31:34 -0400
From: Jael
Subject: The Hay Loft

Disclaimer: This story contains graphic depictions of sex
between two teenaged girls. If this type of thing bothers
you then you should stop reading.  And if you are under 18
you're not suppose to be reading this at all.

Copyrights: This story is property of the author. You can
read it, save it on your hard drive for later use, or even
show it to a friend or some friends. But if you want to
repost it please contact the author.


                        The Hay Loft
                             By
                            Jael

Laura Centers leaned back in the hay and gazed up at the
natty beams of Mr. Johnson's old barn.  Her best friend,
Dillon McKay, lay across her legs, her beautiful corn-silk
hair spread about her head like a fan.  It was warm and lazy
in the loft, and both girls had a little buzz going.

The sounds of late summer echoed amid the broken weathered
boards and ancient farm machinery, the crumbling husk of a
farm that had been neglected too long.  The place smelled of
old dung and matted hay and wet wood and long forgotten
animals, but it wasn't a bad thing.  It was childhood
comfortable, as familiar to the girls as laughter.

"Member when we swung from the ropes when we were kids?"
Dillon asked, looking over at the ancient rope-and-pulley
used to put hay bales into the loft when the barn was still
used.

"Not so long ago," Laura said.

Dillon sighed.  She let the bottle of cheap wine they had
shared drop to the floor.  It rolled off the ledge and fell
twenty feet, smashing against the concrete below.  Laura
giggled at the sound.

They had climbed up in the loft one last time, at Dillon's
suggestion, before the weight of their senior year bore down
on them.  They would both head off to college the following
fall and then who knew where else after that.  The great,
dark beyond of adulthood.  For Laura, time seemed a pace and
she wondered if her friendship with Dillon would survive.

How could it?

Laura sat up, pulled her legs from under Dillon-who groaned
unhappily, and then began pull straw from her curly dark
hair.  She tried to stand, but her legs were all pins and
needles.   Grimacing, she remained seated and began to rub
the circulation back into them.

"Sorry," Dillon said.

Laura's dark eyes looked at Dillon and a twinge of envy
flittered across her face.  Neither had been cheerleader
popular, but Dillon had grown from a gangly, sallow kid into
something other.  She was still thin, like a willow-reed,
but she had a beautiful face-a model's face really.  Large
pale eyes set amid a sea of sun kissed freckles.  And her
cheek bones?   Perfect.

Laura's small round face was too childlike, and her curly
hair, which was waist length, was too unruly.  To make
matter's worse, she was petite, standing five foot in shoes,
and weighing all of ninety pounds.  She could have passed
for a twelve year old had it not been for her breasts.  They
were only a small b-cup, but on her frame they looked ample.

Dillon was watching her with a curious look on her face, a
mask of concentration so unlike her happy-as-they-come
attitude.

"Do you want to make love?" she suddenly asked.

"What?"

Dillon tucked her knees to her chest and peered at Laura
from beneath her fall of long hair.  Again, Laura became
aware of her unusual beauty, something that she probably
wasn't even aware of.  `Someone is going to discover her
soon,' Laura thought, `and then she'll be gone, off to Paris
most likely.  And she won't ever look back.'

"Have you ever thought about it?"  Dillon asked, fidgeting
with her hands.

"Thought about what?"

"Being with a girl."

"Uh ." Laura said in surprise.  "No . not really."

Dillon blushed.

"Look, it's just the wine talking," Laura continued in a
very practical tone. "Everyone gets weird sometimes."

Dillon shook her head, tucked it between her knees so that
her hair hid her face, and then she rocked back and forth
nervously on her haunches.  "I've been thinking about it a
lot lately."

Laura went silent.  The idea that Dillon Mckay, her best
friend in the whole world, might be gay was a shock.  Laura
had never really thought about being that way herself, she
had never considered any kind of sex outside of
masturbation.  At her size, very few guys took her
seriously, and, to be honest, it wasn't something she
pursued.  She had always been more worried about getting
into college.

"What about Thomas?" she asked, hoping that would change the
subject to something she understood.  Thomas had been
Dillon's on and off date for the last year.

"He's just a boy," Dillon sighed.  She looked at her again
from beneath her hair.  She wore such an unsettlingly
intense expression.

It was that look that caused Laura to pause.  It then it
began to dawn on her.  "Are you . in love with me?"

Dillon looked down at the straw beneath her feet.  "Since
the first day we met," she said.  Her voice timid, her words
were measured.

Laura looked away.  The rope was still hung from the
rafters, and she watched it sway back and forth in the
breeze.  Childhood seemed so far away.  She wondered how she
should handle this.  Her Dillon was gay.  It still didn't
fully click.

"I love you so much," Dillon continued with a sob, "I just
wanted to make you feel good, before school, and then
college.  Who knows if we'll see each other after that?"

Laura had never given much thought about them beyond
college.  She just assumed they would find jobs, get
married, and have kids.  But now?  A lump formed in the pit
of her stomach.  She really was going to loose her friend,
unless of course Dillon went straight . or she turned gay.

Laura hesitated for a second, looked at Dillon, and then
began to wonder if it would really be so bad?  She had no
experience with lesbianism, and she didn't begin to
understand how or why.  But this beautiful girl loved her,
loved her in a way no one else had before.  Would it be
terrible to let a woman love her like that?  Laura had never
been so daring; she was always the cautious one of academia,
lost in Thoreau, and Chaucer, and Shakespeare, and . now
Sapphos?

She supposed there were advantages to it.  She wouldn't have
to worry about getting pregnant, and guys were certainly
into it; if anything it would probably increase her chances
of getting laid.  In college, she had heard, it was the
artsy thing to do, kitsch being the norm of campus
dormitories.   She and Dillon could form a tag-team, a
regularly Thelma and Louis, conquering men where ever they
went.  But then Laura supposed Dillon preferred it sans Brad
Pitt.

Dillon was fighting back tears, frozen to the spot where she
sat.  Her face had gone pale.

Laura felt ashamed for thinking like that.  She didn't want
to be so flippant.  She loved Dillon and knew this meant
something to her.  Such a brave girl to come out with it
like that too.  No, Laura decided, if she was going to do
this it would be as a last cenotaph to a life long
friendship.  No one could ever know about it, though, but
then again it was pretty obvious that Dillon could keep a
secret.

`Who knows,' Laura thought, `I may even like it.'

But what if she didn't like it?  She would loose her best
friend sooner rather than later . Another lump formed in the
pit of Laura's stomach, and fear replaced concern.  Could
she make herself like it? or could she hope that Dillon
snapped out of her-what?  Mood?

"Do you hate me?"

"What?" Laura asked with a start.

"Do I disgust you?"

"No," Laura said.  "Don't be silly."

"We still friends?" Dillon asked with a sniffle.  "I didn't
mean to freak you out."

Laura looked into Dillon's eyes, which were teary and filled
with fear.

"You really want to do this?"

Dillon gritted her teeth and tried to push back her tears.
She nodded, smiling a little.

"I never knew," Laura said quietly.

"Forget I said anything."  Dillon started for the loft
ladder, her legs trembling.

"No," Laura said, grabbing her arm.  "Wait."

Dillon looked back at her.

"If you really want to .."

"What?!"

"Fool around."

Dillon's eyes grew as wide as saucers, and she wore an
expression of conflicted emotions-love, hope, and fear all
mixed together to form utter befuddlement.

There was a long pause.

"Are you sure?" she then asked, though it was as plain as
day what she wanted.  "I . I don't want you to do this out
of pity, or because you think you have to."

"I'm ok," Laura said.  And she was.  She didn't know if she
could be a lesbian, even for her beautiful Dillon, but she
would try for friendships sake.  "No one can know."

"'Kay," Dillon said with a nervous smile.  She sat down and
brushed her hair away from her face, studying Laura
cautiously.

"'Kay."

Dillon smiled nervously.

"I . I don't know how," Laura said.  "Have you ever?"

"I've never loved anyone else," Dillon said.

Laura was touched by that.  Dillon really did love her,
little miss twelve-year-old.  Now she was all grown up and
faced with her first adult decision, she just hoped her
choice was the right one.

"I saw it in one of my brother's magazines one time," Dillon
added, "but it was just pictures."

"Maybe we could start with a kiss," Laura said.

"'Kay," Dillon said.

The knot in Laura's stomach tightened.  There was no turning
back now.  Could she really go through with it?  Maybe she
could fake it to make Dillon happy.  Or maybe Dillon would
chicken out before it went too far.

"'Kay," she replied in a scared little voice.

Silence hung over them for a while as they sat looking at
each other nervously, not knowing how to begin.

"To hell with it," Laura finally said.  She slid next to
Dillon, tilted her head, closed her eyes, and leaned in with
pursed lips.

A moment later, she felt nervous breath against her face,
the heat of skin on skin, and then soft lips pressed hers.
Startled, Laura felt the tip of Dillon's tongue slip into
her mouth.  She rubbed her tongue against it experimentally,
and her body began to tingle.  Dillon's mouth tasted
delicately of wine.

And then they parted.

Dillon's smile was unabashed and goofy and beautiful.

Laura was breathing hard.  The kiss was such a tender thing,
light as a butterfly caress.  And that tongue?  It was the
most erotic thing Laura had ever experienced.  In fact, she
wanted to kiss Dillon again.  The dampness between her legs
demanded it.

`God, I'm turned on,' she thought with a giggle.

They stared at one another, and then Laura nodded.  Dillon
smiled pensively.

They leaned together and kissed once more.

This time Dillon was more aggressive.  Laura felt hands on
the back of her head, pulling her forward.  Dillon thrust
more of her tongue into Laura's mouth and Laura responded in
kind.  Such a long tongue.  Laura never guessed rubbing
tongues together could be such a turn-on, but then she had
had no experience at French-kissing.  If nothing else, she
liked that part of it.

When they parted again both girls were flushed.  Laura could
smell the turn-on now.  Two girls in heat, Thelma and
Louise, and no Brad Pitt.  God no, maybe not ever after
this.  The thought frightened Laura, but only on a
peripheral level.  Her life was changing, and she could do
nothing about it.  She wasn't sure she wanted to.

"I want to kiss you all over," Dillon said, playfully
pushing her forehead against Laura's.  "I want to see you
naked."

"Alright," Laura answered demurely, "but you've seen me
naked ."

Dillon kissed her again.

". lots of times."

Another kiss.

"Not like this."

They kissed some more.

"'Kay."

Laura sat up and pulled off her tee.  Then she reached
around and unfastened her bra.  The nipples of her small,
perfect breasts hardened in the air.  Dillon moaned softly
at the sight of them.

"You're turn," said Laura.

Dillon smiled sheepishly and pulled off her tee.  She wasn't
wearing a bra.  Her breasts were about the same size as
Laura's, but they looked small on her long frame.  Her
nipples, however, were large and rock hard.

Laura reached out and cupped one of her breasts.  It was
such an odd sensation, intimately touching someone other
than herself.  Dillon's breasts were soft and warm, yet her
nipples were stiff and very sensitive.  Dillon gasped every
time she tweaked them.  Soon she felt Dillon's hands
kneading her own breasts, and she sighed.

"You ever play with yourself," she asked.

"All the time," Dillon said in a shaky voice.  Her brow was
knitted in concentration.

"Thinking about me?"

"Yes."

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Gawd, yes."

But then Dillon suddenly embraced Laura before she could
react.  Dillon ran her hands through Laura's long dark hair.
Their small breasts pressed together.  And when they kissed,
Laura could feel Dillon's heart beating through her skin,
their tongues rubbing and caressing.  She could smell the
sweat and the lust, mixing into a new, heady aroma.  She
placed her hands on the back of Dillon's head and pulled her
closer.  It was as if they were trying to become one person,
and Laura never wanted it to end.

Finally, Dillon pushed Laura back into the hay.  Bits of
straw tickled her back, and she wiggled to get comfortable.
Then she felt the soft brush of Dillon's long hair against
her stomach.  Dillon was looking down at her affectionately.
She caressed Laura's check and tears came to her eyes.

"You're crying."

"I can't believe I finally get to do this," Dillon replied.

Laura kissed her hand.  "I can't believe I'm doing it
either.  But I like it so far."

Dillon smiled.  She leaned over and kissed Laura, pulled
back a little, and then scored her chin with her teeth.
Laura sighed at the utterly strange beauty of it all.

This was so weird.  If someone had told Laura that morning
that she would be having lesbian sex with her best friend
she would have sworn they were crazy.  But here they were,
and she didn't mind.  More than that, she was enjoying it.

Dillon moved down and took one of Laura's nipples into her
mouth, causing Laura's breath to hitch.  A sliver of
pleasure radiated down to her groin.  Her toes curled, and
she laughed at the absurdity of it all.

Dillon smiled warmly around her nipple, looking up at her
with those beautiful pale eyes.  Laura caressed the back of
her golden head-her hair was so soft.   Dillon moved to the
other breast and suckled it for a while, always looking at
her.

Laura closed her eyes and let go, until the next thing she
felt was a tug at her jean snap.  What?  Not that too.  A
bit of panic swept through her, and she arched her back in
protest.

Dillon stopped.  "I want to," she said.  "Please?"

Laura looked at her, and the idea of Dillon's long tongue
down there, against her swollen lips and her clitoris, made
Laura warm all over.  She could imagine how good it would
feel, but she wasn't sure she could return the favor.  She
wasn't sure if she could take that step.

"It'll be alright," Dillon said, attacking her jean snap
again.  Then she unzipped Laura's jeans and exposed her damp
panties.  They both could smell her lust radiating out from
between her legs.

"Gawd," whispered Laura as Dillon slide her pants from her
slim lips to her knees.  The muscles of her stomach
contracted when she felt fingers tickle her pubes.

Dillon laughed softly.  "I love you," she said then slid her
hand beneath the band of the panties.

"Ooohhh," Laura moaned and turned her head away.  Her legs
unconsciously tried to spread apart, but her jeans, now
around her knees, wouldn't let her.  She kicked frantically
at them.

Dillon sniggered as she tried to help and almost got kicked
in the mouth.  She fell back into the hay, laughing so hard
her face turned red.  Laura grinned ruefully finally
throwing off her jeans, along with her socks and her tennis
shoes.  Now she was naked except for her damp panties.

"There," she said.  "Do you're worst."

Dillon purred as she got up and hovered over Laura's prone
body.  "So beautiful," she muttered under her breath.  She
slowly eased Laura's panties down.  Straw tickled Laura's
buttocks, and she giggled some more.

"Beautiful," Dillon repeated running her fingertips up and
down Laura's stomach.

"Not like you," Laura breathed.

Dillon kissed her stomach, then lower, her pubes.  Laura's
entire body went taut, and she held her breath in
anticipation.  Then she felt the most exquisite thing ever.
Dillon's long tongue slid between the lips of her sex,
gently stroking the swollen flesh from top to bottom.
Laura's hands went to the back of Dillon's head.

"Don't .."

"You're so wet," Dillon said.  Another long wet lick ended
with a quick flick across Laura's clitoris.

"Dillon ."

Laura suspected it was more of the idea of it rather than
the actual ministrations, but she was cumming, and hard.
She arched her back with a groan.  The muscles of her vagina
contracted around Dillon's wonderful tongue and she rode
against her face.  She wrapped her legs around Dillon's head
as another spasm of pleasure seared through her.   Dillon
continued to lap at her vagina kitten-like, until Laura
finally relaxed.

Poor Dillon was glazed with girl juice.  She sat up and
wiped her face with her tee shirt.

"I'm sorry," Laura giggled.  "It felt so good."

"Don't ever be sorry, silly," Dillon said.  She stripped out
of her jeans and panties and then lay back down between
Laura's spread legs.

As she kissed her again, Laura could still taste the
muskiness on Dillon's lips, but it didn't seem so bad under
the glow of such a powerful orgasm.

"Do you always cum so easy?" Dillon asked with a toothy
grin.

"No," Laura said.  "Never like that."

"Good," she said and covered Laura's mouth with hers again.
She chewed delicately on Laura's lower lip and then slid a
knee against her sex.  Dillon began to hump against her leg.
Her pussy felt soft, wet, and snail like.

"I don't know if I can lick you like that yet," Laura said.

"It's ok," Dillon replied as she continued to grind against
her thigh.  Laura lifted her leg to make it easier.  She
felt Dillon's thigh push down on her sex, and she groaned.

"Maybe later," she added with a sigh.  It felt so good,
being with Dillon like this, grinding together.

Dillon was lost in her pleasure.  Her pace picked up.  Her
breath became broken.  Her body shook.  Then Laura felt the
lips of Dillon's sex spasm against her leg, coating it with
more juice, which drew out her own pleasure.  She was going
to cum again and soon.

Dillon began to whimper.  Her legs clamped tight around
Laura's thigh and her whole body went rigid.  Laura moaned
and came with her.  The two writhed together under the
throws of a powerful orgasm.  Then, with a release of air,
Dillon relaxed on top of her, her head nestled in the crook
of Laura's shoulder.

"That was so good," Laura said with a brittle laugh.

Dillon moaned in agreement.  She slowly sat up on her elbows
and looked into Laura's eyes.  She brushed strands of sweaty
hair from her face.  They were both covered with sweat.

"What was it like?" asked Laura.

"It was wonderful," Dillon replied with a gentle kiss.  Then
she rolled off her, onto her back.  She frowned as she
squirmed for a better position in the hay.  "Should have
brought a blanket."

"No, I mean what was `it' like?"

"What was what like?"

"Going down on me."

Dillon brushed her hair back and looked at Laura.  "I didn't
mind it."

"I know . I just wanted to know."

Dillon reached over and held her hand.  "Different," she
said.  "I don't know how to describe it.  It really didn't
taste like anything, just wet and smelly.  But when you
started cumming it made me feel so good.  It kind of turned
me on just doing it, if that makes any sense."

Laura worried away the idea, drawn to it like a moth to
flame.  She shifted to her side and placed a hand on
Dillon's stomach.  Then she moved it down to her mons.  "Are
you still sensitive?"

"A little," replied Dillon, watching her hand carefully from
beneath half-closed eyes.

Laura leaned over and placed a kiss amid Dillon's pale pubic
hair.  She could smell the sweat on Dillon's skin and the
smell of sex radiating from her groin.  "I want to try it,"

"Kay," Dillon said.  "But if you want to stop, it's ok too."

Moving down further, Laura slid her finger in the wet
crevice of Dillon's pussy.

"That feels good," she said.  "But don't hit my clitty just
yet."

Steeling up her courage, Laura leaned in and extended her
tongue.  She tasted the pinkish skin of Dillon's outer
labia.  It was a little salty, which surprised her.  Gently,
she licked upward, nearly brushing against Dillon's swollen
clitoris.

Dillon's closed her eyes and skewered up her face.

"Sorry," Laura said.  She threw one of Dillon's legs over
her shoulder and moved between them.

"You don't have to do this," Dillon said, looking down at
her.

"Yeah, I do," Laura said as she gently ran her finger
through Dillon's pubic hair.  It was such light hair that it
was nearly translucent.  "Look at this, you really are a
blonde."

Dillon giggled.  "You're so goofy."

"Yep, that's me," Laura laughed.  "Ms. Goof."

Then she leaned in and gently kissed Dillon's pussy.  It was
so wet, and the musk was so much stronger, but Laura needed
to do this.  She slid her tongue into Dillon's pussy as deep
as she could.  Dillon shuddered.

"You're right, it is different," Laura said.  "Kind of
smells, but it's not as bad as I thought it would be."

"Yeah," Dillon said breathlessly.  "I . I think I'm ready."

Laura smiled and then began to swab Dillon's sex with her
tongue.  Tremors ran up and down Dillon's stomach muscles.
She was getting turned on again, which excited Laura.  She
moved her mouth over Dillon's clitoris and began to swirl
her tongue around and over the hood.

Dillon groaned loudly.  She put her lands into Laura's hair
and caressed the back of her head.   "That feels so good,"
she whined.

Laura felt a powerful surge of love fill her and she began
to lick faster.  Dillon was getting wetter, but it took a
while for her to come again.  Laura had to stop to rest the
muscles in her tongue a few times.  She supposed she wasn't
very good at it yet, and she wondered how Dillon knew just
what to do.

When, at last, Dillon began to loose it a second time, Laura
bore down on her clitoris, licking it as hard as she could.
And Dillon came loudly.  She arched her back and pushed
Laura away, rolling onto her side.  Her moans evolved into
giggling.

"I did alright?" Laura asked.

Dillon shook her head, grinning warmly.  "You're all gooey
like me," she laughed.

Laura sat up and wiped at her face.  She looked at the back
of her hand with disgust, and then cleaned herself with her
shirt as best she could.  She stuck her tongue out at Dillon
and then went and spooned with her.

"You ok," Dillon asked.

"Yeah," Laura replied, closing her eyes.

They dozed on and off for another hour.  Rain began to beat
on the broken roof of the barn and patter on the ground
outside.  The girls rolled onto their sides, arms still
around each other, and peered through the open loft hatch to
watch the rain fall.  Laura kissed Dillon's forehead and
sighed.  "You little recruiter."

"What?" Dillon asked sleepily.

"Nothing."

A long while passed.  Laura was in deep thought.  She had
never felt so loved in her life, but she was also afraid.
She was afraid of facing the world outside.  How would they
be treated? Would they have to hide what they had? And what
did they have?

"You worried?"

"No," Laura said.  "Just confused, a little."

"Do you want this?"

Laura thought for a long while then she said.  "Yeah."

Dillon sighed contentedly.  "Good," she said. "I was afraid
you were just doing it for me."

"I was at first," Laura said.  "Then it changed into
something else.  Being with you feels so right.  Kind of
like slipping into a hot bath after being out on a cold
day."

"Then you and I are real?  Not just a sex thing."

"No," Laura laughed, nuzzling against her.  "Even if I
didn't like it, it would never have been just a sex thing.
I loved you as a friend first."

Dillon smiled, and wiped at her eyes.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, she said.  "Just happy.  I dreamed of this for so
long-you have no idea how hard it's been, wanting someone
you never thought you could have."

Laura felt her love for Dillon grow.  To be wanted so badly;
everyone should to be wanted like that.

"If we're together," Dillon said, "I think we should be open
about it."

Laura felt her heart lurch.  "What are people going to
think?"

"I don't care," Dillon said.  "It's what you think that I
care about."

"I don't know if I can do that yet."

Dillon stiffened.  "I don't want to be ashamed of us."

"I know," Laura said.  "I just need some time to think
things through."

"'Kay," Dillon said worriedly.  "But if you're serious about
this, about us, than we have to come out.  It's the only way
it will work."

"You're so much braver than I am," Laura said.  "It's still
new to me.  Please understand.  I'm not sure my parents
would ever approve."

"I understand," Dillon said softly.

"When did you first realize that you were . you know .?"

"What?"

"Gay."

"I'm not gay," Dillon replied.

"No?" Laura said.  "Call me confused."

"I've never been attracted to anyone else," Dillon said.
"Only you."

"Oh," said Laura.

"This isn't about being with a girl," Dillon went on, "it's
about being with you.  I love you more than I've ever loved
anyone."

Love.  That was the ticket, Laura realized.  She had always
loved Dillon as a friend, but now it was so much more.  She
liked feeling that way.

"I'm falling for you, Dillon McKay, if that's alright."

Dillon smiled.  "Yeah."

And for a while they were both happy.