Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2012 17:14:49 +0000
From: Paula Ross <dykecrusader@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Liz & the Pillow

Liz & the Pillow
by Paula Ross


This story contains details of explicit sexual acts.

If you're under eighteen, or find the explicit descriptions
of lesbian sex acts offensive, stop reading here.  Otherwise,
please enjoy!

This story is a work of fiction & the characters and events
depicted within it are fictional.

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   When I was in the school sixth form & I met this girl called Liz.
She'd been in my year growing up but not in my class, so I never got
to know her well until we were in the sixth form.  We walked to and
from school the same way & so it was probably that way that I got
to know her.  We grew to be good friends but she didn't know that
I really had a massive crush on her.  I began to "notice" how sexy
she was more and more - her curvy body, her smooth legs when she wore
a shorter skirt in the summer, her pretty green eyes and soft blond
hair, her cute freckles.  I wanted to be near her, to smell her
perfume, to hear her soft laugh.  I wanted her badly.

  I was a closet dyke back then though. My home town was very
anti-gay and I felt very isolated. The only time anyone at school
ever spoke about dykes was to make jokes about them or to gossip
visciously about unpopular girls by spreading rummours about them
being gay.  I certainly didn't want to be unpopular, so I stayed
in the closet.

  The other thing was that my friend Liz wasn't gay.  We didn't
speak much about sex (because I wanted to avoid the subject as
much as possible in case she guessed the truth) but when we did
she always spoke about boys she fancied (and that made me sad).
Of course, none of this stopped me fancying Liz like crazy and
wanting to be with her.  Raging hormones flowed through me every
day as my sexual frustration grew and grew.

  Even if she had been gay, I had such low self esteem back then
that I found it hard to imagine someone else fancying me at all.
I wasn't fat, but I was certainly a little chubby - quite curvy
and big breasted but that was about all you could really say in
my favour.  I think I have nice brown eyes though and girlfriends
have since said my eyes are sexy.  At the time, I must admit,
I was a bit untidy in my dress, I was already fond of wearing
flat "lesbian" shoes and I had short, slightly untidy brown hair.
My worst features (or so I thought at the time) was my chubby
round face and my rather thick, unattractive specs.  At the time
I thought I was too short and dumpy for anyone to like me.  I
suppose I still thought I ought to be tall, leggy and slim (even
though I didn't really fancy girls like that myself).  I was
absolutely convinced Liz would no way want me - but that didn't
stop me fancying her like crazy.

  I began to masturbate and fantasize about her all the time.
I yearned for her.  I yearned to hold her naked, next to me
in bed.  Oh what I wouldn't have given to be able to satisfy
my lusts for her.  Summer was the worst time.  When the weather
was hot & she would wear shorter skirts and show off her
smooth, sexy, bare legs and wear thin, white, blouses through
which I could see her white bra if I looked carefully enough.
Often, her pert breasts squeezed together in an increasingly
revealing cleavage which made me want to stroke them so much.
She was beautiful & I had to satisfy my randy frustrations
somehow.

  My masturbation games became increasingly focused on Liz and
increasingly daring.  Just secretly pleasuring myself, furtively,
with my fingers, late at night, beneath the sheets and dreaming
of her was not enough.  Nowhere near enough.

  One night I hugged a pillow to me, pressing my breasts against
it and pretending it was Liz.  I kissed and cuddled it whilst
I pretended it was her and I played with myself.  It felt good.
And, after that, it became a habit every night more or less. But
after a little while I went a bit further.  Up till then I'd
always kept my nightie on so that if, for any reason, my mum
came into my room late, I could easily stop playing with
myself & she would be none the wiser.  But now I started to slip
my nightie off and have naked cuddles with my pillow.

  Sometimes I would get so turned on by my fantasy that I would
quietly moan Liz's name when I came.  God! I so wanted to be
naked with that girl and wrap my legs around her!

  One night I was adopting my usual position with my fantasy
girlfriend when I had an idea. I slept with two pillows, so
maybe it might feel nice to use my second pillow as the
"lower half" of Liz so that I could pretend I was having
a proper naked cuddle with her.  I slipped it down below
the sheets and nestled it between my legs as I cuddled and
kissed the other pillow.  This was as close to really being
with her as I could get it.  As I cuddled in I began to rub
myself against the pillow, feeling its soft warmness, grinding
against my vulva.  I began to gently hump the pillow as I
got more & more turned on.  I imagined her soft little
breasts pressed firmly against mine & how it might feel if
I could really hump her soft sexy thigh, pressing myself
against her naked body and rubbing myself up against her.

  It felt so good.  I knew I was getting wetter and wetter
the longer I humped & I worried in case I might stain the
pillow or something if I got too carried away.  But the thought
of being able to hump Liz's naked body was too much for me
to be able to control myself. I kept jigging myself against
the pillow and thinking about Liz's beautiful, young, sexy,
body.  I was losing control and began to dry-hump my pillow
more and more vigorously, moaning with pleasure and whispering
Liz's name.  Soon the dry humping wasn't that dry - but I
kept going, it just felt so great.

  I imagined Liz and I in bed together naked, she could rub
the top of her right thigh against my pussy and I could rub
mine against her's.  It would feel soft and warm and we'd
make each other's legs a little wet as we got more and more
excited together.  We'd kiss with tongues and moan each
other's names as we humped each other - faster and faster!
"Oh Liz!" ..."Oh Lizzie!" I moaned as I yearned for it.
I jigged myself against my pillow more and more energetically.
My naked body was hot and swetty and my whole groin area
ached with pleasure as I grinded and rubbed furiously against
the pillow. I felt really dirty because at the back of my mind
I knew exactly what I was doing and what other people would
think if they caught me doing it.  I was a dumpy, naked,
lesbian having a frenzied hump of her pillows, pretending they
were another girl she lusted after.  But whilst I was
disgusted with myself, I was also strangely turned on by it.

  What if my mum overheard all my moaning and the bed springs
squeeking and came in and caught me in the middle of my sordid
pillow-fucking session?  What if she caught me vigourously
rubbing that pillow against my hot crutch.  And heard me calling
out a girl's name whilst I was doing it too? What would she
think of me?  "Oh Liz!"  I moaned, louder now. The thought of
being caught filled me at once with horror but was also wickedly
thrilling at the same time!  It was repelling me and turning me
on at the same time!  I rubbed and humped and jigged frantically
against the pillow, keen to get the maximum possible pleasure
from its soft warmness. I had gone so far with this that I could
not possibly stop.  I threw my head back, gasped Liz's name out
with a loud sigh of pure pleasureand felt my body shivver from
head to toe with a magnificant orgasm!  mmmm....so good!  I
snuggled in and cuddled my pillow girlfriend, kissing gently
as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

  I awoke with a start, realising the compromising nature of
my situation.  Fortunately, it was still dark - no one had
caught me.  Phew!  Quickly I extracated the pillow from my
crutch and began to re-arranged both pillows in their proper
position.  It was then I noticed my pillow was a little damp
and smelt a little of my juices.  Despite the fact that I was
worried about whether it would dry out before morning &
whether it might smell too strongly and give the game away,
I was really turned on by it.  I burried my face in the damp
patch and sniffed in my scent - it was so hot!  I started to
play with myself as I rubbed my face in it, imagining it was
Liz's juices.  It was so, so hot that I came again fairly
quickly!  No sooner had I cum than I got frightened about
being caught again and hastily put on my nightie before
curling up to go back to sleep. My heart was racing with the
thrill of what I had done - and I had got away with it!

  Of course, it was so hot that it wasn't long before I did
it again...and again...and again.  It became a habit as it was
very, very hot and gave me very powerful orgasms.  The only
real risk was falling asleep afterwards and getting caught
in the morning.

  I'd been having sex with my pillow girlfriend for a few
months without being caught.  It would obviously have been
better if I could do it with Liz, but that wasn't going to
happen.  This was the only release for my frustrations and
so I was completely addicted to it.

  I was looking forward to going away to University. I knew
I was a lesbian and Uni would give me a chance to get away
from my small hometown and get myself a proper girlfriend.
I could get away and have some fun and experiment with other
dykes and put off having to come out to anyone back home
until at least I had found myself a proper girlfriend.  At
the time I thought I could come out later on, after I'd left
Uni.  All I needed to do was to stay in the closet until
I left home for Uni.  No one need know about Liz or my
secret pillow girlfriend.  Not ever.

  I put Liz behind me when I went to Uni and, within a year,
I had found myself my first proper girlfriend.  Even so I still
have a pillow fetish, it was a habit I never lost. And in the
absence of a cute girl to hump, I often jig off with a pillow.
I've even had a couple of girlfriends who shared the same fetish
& had great fun with them, watching each other jigging away,
rubbing our crothces against our pillows.  The feel of it
rubbing between my legs is really hot, even hotter if another
girl is watching!