Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2002 23:10:05 EDT From: Janos88@aol.com Subject: Jersey Girl Part 2 Thanks for the feedback. Please keep it coming. TRIALS I knew boys liked me. They just seemed so awkward and well, dumb. They would try to talk to me but couldn't seem to. Sometimes they would tease me about my red hair or because I was tall and skinny. I asked Lisa for some advice about boys and she was so happy to have her little sister ask for advice. She said boys needed a little help talking to girls so a girl should ask him about himself. "Boys love to talk about themselves", she advised. Lisa also warned me that if we had a slow dance and I felt something poking me in my stomach it was probably his hard dick. I remembered when Tommy was younger and he would show off his penis, sometimes soft and other times hard when he came out of the shower. I wondered how boys were able to walk around with that mass of skin always flopping around and then getting it so big and hard. There was a dance coming up so I asked Donna to see if Devin, a boy who lived near me, was interested in asking me out. Donna came back and she said Devin liked me. I approached Devin at his locker and struck up a conversation. His face turned red and it seemed he was tongue-tied. Finally, I said, "Devin, can you teach me how to dance"? Devin said, "yeah, let's go to the dance this Friday night and I'll teach you." I said "great" and gave him my phone number. Walking away I noticed he had bad breath. On the night of the dance I met Devin at the lobby of the school and we walked to the gymnasium where the dance was being held. I asked Devin questions about himself, like Lisa suggested. He loosened up and became talkative when discussing baseball, football, his bike, his family, etc. We danced and had some snacks. I kept thinking this was a long night and preferred to go hang out with my girlfriends but I was determined to prove that I liked boys. So I stayed with Devin. At the end of the dance we walked out together holding hands. I saw my mom's car and told Devin I was going when he grabbed me and kissed me. He held me so tight and pushed his lips into mine so hard I thought my teeth were going to come out. At least he didn't use his tongue. And that smell! I thought Devin needed a good bath. I got out of his grasp, said goodbye and went home. Donna called me and asked how it went, she thought we looked like a sweet couple. I told her Devin was nice. But he didn't know how to kiss. Donna cooed, "oh, so you kissed him! I'm having a slumber party next week. Come over and tell us more"! I was excited, a slumber party with the girls. During the next week at school Devin was very attentive to me. He said hello between classes and walked me home everyday. He asked me over to his house but I managed to come up with various excuses. He asked if we could go out again and I said yes. I think I had an admirer. That Friday at the slumber party, the girls were talking about boys. They wanted to know about Devin. I really didn't know what to say except that he was nice. As for "the kiss" I told them the truth. It was terrible. Michelle said girls always have to teach boys how to kiss. Wendy asked if any of us had ever seen a guy naked. I said well, if you consider my brother a guy. Lori then mentioned how she spied on her older brother Brian one day and how he would play with his penis. She described how he rubbed baby oil on his hands then rubbed his dick with one hand while playing with his balls with the other hand until he was big and hard. His eyes rolled back and then white gooey cum shot out of his throbbing cock like a missile. The girls just sat there slack jawed and enthralled. Michelle wanted to know if any of us would ever put a cock into our mouths. Lori yelled "eewww, no way". I snuggled in between Michelle and Lori on Donna's bed and began thinking about Cheryl's tits bobbing up and down as she walked. Suddenly, as if reading my mind, Wendy asked, "hey Sammi, what's the deal with Cheryl? Is she a lesbo? Did she ever come on to you"? I noticed all the girls staring at me. "All I know, Wendy, is she doesn't know crap about math. I don't think she's a les because she has mentioned boys. And if she ever comes on to me, you'll be the first to know, sweetie", I replied. "Well, she is a little strange. Linda Carlson said she offered to strip for her", said Lori. "Yeah, Cheryl is different because she's so shy and not too bright. Personally, I wouldn't believe anything Linda Carlson says. She believes in UFO's", I shot back. Michelle then said she saw a UFO once and the conversation happily moved on elsewhere. Once again I began imagining Cheryl's naked body and that wiggly tight ass, her breasts softly moving with her motion. Oh no, I thought. Just then I announced that I wanted to date a high school boy. The girls all laughed. On Saturday, Cheryl gave me a gift. It was a book, I Am A Woman by Ann Bannon. I leafed through it and set it down. We talked for a while and I told her about my date with Devin and the kiss. I asked her if she ever kissed a boy and she said no, Linda Carlson was the only person she had ever kissed. Cheryl seemed preoccupied and said she had to study not talk. Later at home I read her book. I couldn't put it down. Afterward, I realized Cheryl was sending me a message, a message I didn't want to hear. Throughout seventh and eighth grade I dated Devin and another boy, Robert, sporadically. Cheryl passed math and we remained distant friends. I secretly began reading all of Ann Bannon's books and the odyssey of Beebo Brinker. And on every Christmas and on my birthday I always got a card from Britt with an update on her life. BUDDY I was satisfied with my life but not happy. Ninth grade saw me enter high school. I finally sprouted some breasts, wearing a size 34A bra, and sprouted a little red bush. Lisa was going to graduate this year and that meant I would have our bedroom all to myself in the fall when she went to college. A boy in my brother Tommy's class, Mitchell, began to notice me. Tommy said a lot of good things about him and said he liked me. I was 14 and he was 16 and he had a car. I told Tommy it was okay if Mitchell asked me out, but mom and dad may not like it. Mitchell did ask me out and we went for pizza and a movie on our first date. He was a real gentleman but wore cologne that was too strong. When he took me home Mitchell kissed me goodnight and I was impressed with his gentle approach. No matter how hard I tried I could never get Devin to relax when kissing. I liked Mitchell and we began to see each other regularly. Mom and dad were concerned but with Tommy vouching for him they were going to let us date. Mitchell enjoyed ice-skating with me and he liked to ski, something I wanted to learn. We had a lot in common and got along well but still, something was missing. Midway through ninth grade a new boy arrived, an eleventh grader named Buddy. He was unbelievable. He had long blonde hair and wore these flamboyant outfits. Plaid slacks, purple slacks, wild shirts. He wore jewelry and he had an earring, unheard of in our school. Buddy was immediately labeled a fag and began getting harassed and beaten up. Mitchell was not one of his tormentors so I asked him to try and protect Buddy. Mitchell got mad at me and said he wasn't going to protect some queer. I befriended Buddy and would yell at the other boys who would call Buddy "faggot" and "homo". Buddy was so sweet and sensitive. He didn't live too far away so I started going by his house. He lived with his mother and sister, his father deserted the family years ago. Buddy told me was gay and not ashamed of it. He thought the people who couldn't accept him were the queers. Buddy and I had long conversations and he told me about the Stonewall riots in New York City. He told me about how he was attracted to other guys and some of sexual experiences. I shared with him my Ann Bannon books and asked about Greenwich Village. He told me there were plenty of lesbian clubs in The Village. Buddy did ask me if I was gay and I told him I wasn't sure. I think he saw right through me. Mitchell was furious with me because of my friendship with and defense of Buddy. He kept saying, "how can you hang out with someone like that"!? I wanted to tell Mitchell about my private thoughts and feelings and how easily I could relate to Buddy. I wanted to tell him about Britt and Cheryl and how when we kissed I pretended he was a woman. I wanted to say these things but couldn't. Mitchell and I kept dating but I knew it wasn't going to last for long. By the end of ninth grade we had stopped seeing each other. A week or so after school ended I stopped by Buddy's house but they were gone. I never saw Buddy again but I owe him so much for showing me one can be true to oneself. THE VILLAGE I really wanted to go Greenwich Village. I read about the clubs in the Ann Bannon books, the butch world and wanted to find out what I really was. Although I was now 15 and only thirty minutes from New York City I wouldn't dare go alone. The only times I had gone into the city was with my family and a couple of times with Mitchell. There was only one person I knew to ask. I took a deep breath and called Cheryl. I simply asked her if we could meet, I wanted to talk with her. She invited me over to her house and when I arrived she seemed happy to see me. We drank some diet cokes and talked about math and Cheryl said it was still hard for her but she looked forward to eleventh grade in September. We talked about the Ann Bannon books and Cheryl smiled and said she knew I would read all of them. I then told Cheryl that I wanted to visit the clubs in the Village and wanted her to come with me. Cheryl became quiet then asked me why I wanted to visit lesbian clubs if I was straight. I told Cheryl I didn't know but wanted to know. Was I fooling myself? What was I? Was I normal? Abnormal? Cheryl looked me right in the eye and said, "Red, you are normal. And for you normal is being gay. Just as having red hair is normal for you". For the first time I didn't deny it. Instead I said, "what makes you so sure"? Cheryl replied, "it takes one to know one". I was surprised, "you mean you're admitting you're a lesbian"? "Only to you, Red. And I trust it will stay between us. Hey, I've been seeing someone. A girl who goes to Sacred Heart. Can you believe it? A good Catholic dyke who has sex with me on Friday and goes to confession on Saturday". I was in shock. "Cheryl! That's wonderful. You have sex? Tell me more, what do you do"? Cheryl wouldn't say. "Sorry, Red. Maybe another day. When do you want to go to the Village"? The following Saturday I told my parents I was spending the night at Cheryl's house. Cheryl and I took a bus to Port Authority and then the subway down to Greenwich Village. It was filled with a lot of interesting characters, street musicians, performers, hippies and gay people. I noticed some men holding hands and walking arm in arm. I thought of Buddy. We found a bar called Meow Mix and went in. It was my first time in a lesbian bar and my first experience with Butch-Femme culture. Because I was only 15, and looked it, some women were reluctant to talk with us. However, we did meet many women that night, danced and talked and had a great deal of fun. The last club we were at, Katy-O's, Cheryl and I were slow dancing to Roberta Flack's "The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face" when I put my head on her shoulder. I felt Cheryl's hands on my ass moving up and down rhythmically. I lifted my head up and looked into her soft brown eyes and we kissed for the first time. Her mouth and tongue were so much smaller than Mitchell's and tasted so sweet. Her lips were as soft as cotton. We danced slowly and kissed until Ike and Tina Turner's Proud Mary came on. Then we went to a table and continued kissing and touching each other's face like we had just met at that moment. It felt so right to be with other women doing the same thing we were. Cheryl and I took a cab to the PA and grabbed a bus back home. Every now and then we would sneak a kiss on the bus. I was happy about two things, I wasn't drunk and I knew who and what I was. We got back to Cheryl's house about 2:00 am and snuck into her bedroom. We started kissing while undressing each other. Cheryl lips were so soft and tender and her taste so delicious. Feeling her lips kissing my neck while unbuttoning my blouse just made me hotter and I could feel my pussy swelling and getting moist. Cheryl took off my blouse and bra while nibbling my ear and stroking my side. She put one of my breasts into her mouth swirling her tongue around my nipple, then she did the same to my other breast while her hands were unbuttoning my pants. My hands were feeling her back and her shoulders while pulling her blouse over her head and finally removing her bra. I fell on my back onto Cheryl's bed and she pulled my pants and then my sticky panties off. Cheryl took her own pants and panties off and lay on top me passionately kissing and massaging my tongue with her own. She had her knee on my pussy and kept moving it, which just made me swell even more. She slowly kissed my neck, then my shoulders before making her way back to my tits then kissing and licking my abs then slowly made her way to the outside of one leg and moving to the outside of the other leg. Finally I felt her lips on the inside of my leg making their way to my raging hot wet pussy. My juices were flowing and my voice moaning but Cheryl teased me by going to the inside of my other leg and slowly making her way back up to heaven. Cheryl's warm breath reached my outer lips and I could feel her soft lips kissing my womanhood. She slid her tongue inside me and began flicking it in and out. Then she began to twirl it around my clit. She gently slid her finger deep inside my steaming cunt while sucking and licking my magic button as I writhed and moaned. My entire body shook and heaved with one unbelievable orgasm followed by another. Cheryl moved her tongue from my pussy to my asshole, pushing and wiggling it and driving me to more pleasure and unexpected delight. Finally, she lay on top of me and we began more passionate kissing, as I tasted my own juices on Cheryl's mouth and chin. I rolled over so that now I was on top of Cheryl and began to kiss those fabulous tits that I had dreamed of so often and suck Cheryl's pointy and now hard nipples. My hands were feeling her sides and her hips while my tongued raced for her pussy. Cheryl lifted her knees up towards her head exposing the most gorgeous pink pussy I had ever seen. But where was that black bush? As if reading my mind I heard Cheryl say, "I got rid of that horrible nest". No matter, my tongue began licking her lips first then went deep into her sweet now bald pussy, tasting her nectar for the first time. She began to whisper "yes" while moving her hips in a circular motion. I began to lick around her clit, first one way then another. Her clit was hard and fairly big. I slid my finger a short way into her asshole and began sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit then moved my tongue deep inside her hole until she moaned and begged me to stop. But I just kept driving her to another plane of ecstasy. I collapsed on top of Cheryl and we just laughed and kissed. We couldn't talk we were both so worn out and exhilarated. For the first time in my life, I felt completely normal.