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   Chapter 1

   Ever since I can remember I was a very strange child.  When I was in
preschool, almost every other kid would take advantage of me; either by
emptying my lunch box, bullying me out of my seat or even just pushing me
around whenever they could.  It was almost as if they could sense my
weakness and exploit it at will.  At home at nights, I would suffer of
chronic night horrors, which would drive my parents insane, since I will
always end up wedged between both of them, as I just couldn't stand up to
my excruciating fear of darkness.  I was also extra clingy to my parents,
even for a girl; I will follow and go with them everywhere, almost like a
handicapped child.  I guess deep inside of me, even at such early age, I
understood and acknowledged the fragility of my character.

   To my demise, this wasn't just a stage in my early years; I had to
endure this karma all through elementary school.  I felt very frustrated
and knew that I had to do something if I wanted to be a NORMAL girl.  I had
many talks with my parents and we just couldn't pinpoint the source of the
problem and much less find the answer.  Helpless and clueless, my only hope
was professional help.

   I was taken to a psychologist that specialized on kids with character
problems and deficits, usually the case being "low self esteem and limited
socialization", explained Dr.  Padilla; but then again that was only part
of the case, or at least a small part of it.  I was a beautiful girl, or at
least my teachers thought so, they always complimented me on my
grayish-blue eyes and the "cute freckles" on my cheeks, which by the way I
hated; I always thought they stood out too much due to my very pale skin.
My situation was very odd, for some reason I understood that I was pretty
and yet somehow didn't feel that way; I guess when you are confused you are
confused.

   After several sessions, endless number of questions and mental tests,
Dr. Padilla finally revealed his diagnosis to my parents, "Edna's situation
is very peculiar, she has no mental or medical traumas, Mr and Mrs. 
Lespaire your daughter is naturally low in self esteem and she is extremely
weak".  He went on to explain that I wasn't physically weak, for I was a
healthy kid; my weakness was of character.  He explained that there was no
treatment or therapy for my condition, and that only time would tell if I
was going to get over this hump.

   Little did I know that my helpless condition was going to play a major
role in my very near future.

   When I reached eight grade, at 14 years old, I was still fighting my
internal battles, living the same situation but I had accepted it.  I found
that in grade school my schoolmates were nicer to me (maturity I guess); I
even managed to make some friends.  Little by little I was able to mask my
condition to a point where it was hardly noticeable.  This was a great
achievement for me; eventhough I knew that my condition was still there, I
was able to hide it from everyone, I felt there was a light at the end of
the tunnel.  As time progressed, things got better and better.  I started
really mingling with kids at school, and I started to participate in social
activities, things were looking much better.  I had two best friends Lisa
and Megan, they really helped me to be more independent from my parents, as
I would hang out with them almost everyday.  Of course my parents allowed
and were happy with it because they understood that it was an important
step for me.  Lisa and Megan will take me to the movies, we would go
rollerskating, we will even have little slumber parties.  I felt I was
starting to become a NORMAL girl, and that was gratifying.

   However there was still something, something I couldn't quite grasp, it
was an almost ominous and unexpicable perception of things to come, a
strange feeling, it was exciting and troubling, different; something so
strong and powerful that would purge me and take over my being; something I
wouldn't be able to hide.  Let me explain.

   Living in Texas, one has to adjust to the blistering heat.  Being
natives of Texas, my best friends Lisa and Megan knew that the best
strategy to fight heat was to sport very lite clothing or very little
clothing, thus allowing the skin pores to breathe freely.  As a result the
attire of mostly every girl in my highschool would consist of a very lite
standard t-shirt, white tennis shoes whith no socks, and micro jeans shorts
or micro cotton shorts; jeans shorts being the favorite, since it gave a
more casual appearance.

   Even I had no other choice but to wear lite clothing to fight the heat.
Of course being insecure as I was, I would wear shorts that reached to my
knees; 'I can't afford to have people see my pale thighs with freckles', I
thought.

   Lisa and Megan had little inhibitions, they would flaunt what they had;
so needless to say they both sported the micro-mini shorts; and they had
the bodies to do it.  Lisa and Megan were very active teenagers, in and out
of school.  They played for the highschool's volleyball team; and so they
had an athletic build, with flat abdomens and thick calves and thighs
accompanied by a pair of very round and prominent set of ass cheeks, that
always seemed to bounce up and down as if they had a mind of their own,
specially when they would jump to serve or to do a kill.

   Lisa and Megan naturally wore the same team uniform, yet Lisa's ass
cheeks always seemed to be spilling out of the bottom of her shorts;
sometimes I wondered if she was totally oblivious to it.

   I always did wonder why girl's in Texas had such plump asses.  Who
knows, maybe the food.  Megan and Lisa both had the All American blonde
hair-blue eyes look, yet they were really down to Earth.

   At 14 they still had some developing to do, and so their breasts
department wasn't that spectacular; they were still small, yet very perky;
maybe because of the volleyball; but then again who really cares, when you
have such amazing legs and asses.

   Sometimes I even felt a little jealousy, because I wished I had an
equally athletic body and even more important, I wish I had their tan.

   Girls in Texas or at least in my town had gorgeous tans; Lisa and Megan
were no different; their skins looked silky and unblemished all year round,
and thier tan was a perfect gold, which would make the microscopic blond
hairs in their calves and thighs stand out and contrast with their skin
beautifully.  Ohhh, I felt so proud of being their friend.

   During my many months of outings ang hanging out with my two best
friends is when I started to realize that something was taking over me.

   I had an untamable and uncontrollable urge to stare at other girls.  At
an age in which most girls were in search for the boys' attention, I was
inexplicably hounded by a need to be in female company, so I could satisfy
my desire to stare at their anatomy.

   Being no stranger to confusion, these abnormal urges came to me as no
surprise, 'here we go again!!......i am such a weirdo!!', I thought.

   The funny thing is that as opposed to every other misdiagnose that I had
experienced in the past, my current condition was very simple to figure
out; I was a LESBIAN.

   My already fragile internal condition together with this new found
discovery was mind blowing.  It simply took over me, I coldn't control it,
I was too weak a person, I had always been.  It made all my insecurities
resurface, it dominated me, almost like if I was posessed by an evil
spirit, the spirit of LESBIANISM.

   At the age of 14 every girl knows what sex is.  I had never really paid
much attention to it, with the exception of conversations Lisa and Megan
had about it, and I had no other choice but to listen and fake my
participation.

   So of course I knew what a penis was, and I also knew what tits, pussy,
and ass were.  But for some reason the words PUSSY and ASS interested me
much more than any other sexual words.

   My lesbian condition was peculiar in its own way.  It created a fantasy
world that immersed me; it sent me into an universe that was ruled by women
and their bodies.

   All I could think about was gilrs.  I spent hours just staring at them.
I would sit in the gym pretending to cheer for the volleyball team, when in
reality I was only trying to quench my thirsty sickness.  Yes I was sick;
only a sick 14 year old girl will sit and spend hours staring at other
girls in micro-shorts playing volleyball; what made it even worse was the
realization that I wasn't just staring at them, I was staring at their
thighs, their bouncy asses, and their sweaty genitals.  Yes I had spent so
much time doing this, that I noticed a lot of the girls in the team would
forfeit their underwear and just wear shorts (I am guessing the humidity),
making their perspiration puddle at the crotch of their shorts.  I will
find myself craning my neck and getting in subtle but uncomfortable
positions to get better peeks of butt cheeks trying to spill out, or
sometimes just wishing one of the girls would face away from me so I could
scan her body comfortably.

   I was living almost in a trance.  At home I would hardly eat, and I will
sport a blank look all day.  At nights in bed I would be restless, my mind
reeling through an array of images; images of each and every female body I
saw during the day.  I was definitely going krazy.  My night horrors
returned, but in a different way, they would be followed by nightmares; in
my nightmares I will be stranded in a desolate land, void of women.  I was
in the verge of insanity.

   What could I do?  I did not want to get my parents involved, specially
after the ordeal they went through during my earlier years, I didn't want
to bring any more grief to them.

   What a big dilemma.....



   Chapter 2 (The Dream)

   I was slowly falling to an abyss and I couldn't do anything about it. 
Why not boys?  At least, that would have made me normal.  But then again I
had never been normal, I was as far from normal as one can get.  I had to
find the root of the problem; I was a girl, so I thought, maybe if I study
my body and examine myself closely, I would understand my obsession with
the female anatomy.

   That night, alone in my bedroom I decided to take a closer look at my
self.  I took off my pijama and went to my bathroom naked except for my
knickers which I kept on.  I had a pretty good size mirror which allowed me
to see myself up to my knees.

   My body was very feminine looking, a little on the pale side, but very
feminine.  I stared at my body for at least thirty minutes, twisting,
spinning and turning.  "What could it be?", I thought.  I examined my
breasts closely, they had an average size of girls my age.  My nipples were
a very light pink almost pale looking.  They were about the size of a
silver dollar in diameter.  One thing that I had noticed about my nipples
was that they would grow about a full inch, and would get rock hard as
pebbles whenever I was in school, specially when I was in the gym watching
the girls playing volleyball (my latest hobby).  I couldn't figure out why.


   Then it all started coming back to me.  There was something else that
happened to me as I watched the girl's volleyball team, a funny and somehow
different sensation; it was in my lower regions; a warmth deep in my belly
and a glowing in my vagina...almost like an itch, a very weird sensation.

   As I lost track of my thoughts while observing myself in the mirror, the
images that I had recorder earlier, started reeling in, almost like a slide
show.......  Megan stretching and doing the split before practice; Lisa's
plump ass bouncing as she ran warm up laps...  The sink made a gurgling
noise and I snapped back to reality; as I refocused on the mirror again, I
noticed my nipples, they were standing erect at full attention, protruding
almost an inch, they looked a bit darker, and when I touched them, they
were hard as a rock.

   As I continued the examination, I noticed that the itching in my crotch
was also very present, I felt as if my vagina was glowing; so I rolled my
knickers all the way to my ankles and left them there.  I stood up and
approached the mirror, trying to accomodate for a better look.  This was
the first time I had taken interest in my private parts and how they
looked. From my standing point it was hard to really examine my crotch
area, so I stepped out of my knickers, went back to my room and dragged a
chair into the bathroom, and placed it directly in front of the mirror.  I
sat down and pulled myself the closest that I could to the mirror, being
careful not to get the nearsighted effect obstructing my vision.

   I spread my legs and brought my hand to my vagina placing two fingers on
each side of it, attempting to spread my genitals open for a better look.
The first thing I noticed was the heat emanating from my crotch area, it
was glowing; I thought if I got any closer to the mirror, I would've fogged
it.  My vagina was very slick, I thought maybe from sweat, but I wasn't
sweating; plus this slickness was thicker than sweat and somewhat sticky.
After a couple of minutes fumbling to spread my lips, I decided to scood to
the edge of the chair and place my left foot on the wall next to the
mirror. As a result my legs were splayed wide open and I had free access to
my vagina.  As I pryed my lips open, there was a squelching sound, and I
noticed strings of the sticky liguid stretching and then running down my
thighs; I also caught a strong whiff that emerged from my vagina, which
made me salivate instantly; there was a musky warmth to the smell, very raw
in its nature, almost primitive; and it had a very powerful reaction on me;
it made me dizzy and fluttery.  It created a hunger, a strange hunger in my
depths, almost as if I had to feed.  But feed on what??  I would have to
find the answer later.

   As I kept examinig my vagina, I also noticed my clitoris.  I knew it was
my clitoris because of descriptions I had heard of it in school.  This was
the first time that I was actually seeing mine; I noticed it had the same
reaction as my nipples; it was standing alive and it was peaking out of a
sheath of skin at the top of my vagina.  It looked like a little pearl
shinning on a very wet clam.  My entire vagina had an angry-pink look to
it, like if it was burning from the inside.  Lost in my own little world
examining myself, I decided to feel my clitoris.  As soon as I touched it,
I couldn't help but to moan out loud.  I felt an electric charge course
through my entire body.

   I didn't understand at the time, nor did I know anything about
masturbation, but I kept rubbing my clit as it continued to shock my body.
Doing this was slowly calming the glowing and itching in my vagina.

   I spent the next fifteen minutes, in front of the mirror playing with
myself.  The only sound in the bathroom was the squishy noise of my fingers
in my hole.  Hipnotized by my own reflection, fogged by the musky aroma
that surrounded me, and the rythmic sound of my pussy while masturbating, I
slowly drifted into unconsciousness, and I had my first orgasm.  I must
have been unconscious for about an hour.  At least that is how I felt when
I woke up.  As I slowly recovered, I noticed how exhausted I felt; there
was calm and peace throughout my body, and an unmistakeable feeling of
serenity.  Gradually recovering the clarity of my vision, I also noticed
that my nipples were back to normal, and my clitoris was hiding under its
sheath.  Slowly I brought my foot down from the wall and stood up; my knees
were somewhat weak, but I managed to make my way into my bedroom.

   I had just had my first orgasm, and it was a humbling and extraordinary
experience; it felt almost like if I was rewarding my body after a long day
of hard work, hard work staring and lusting after all those gorgeous sweaty
thighs, asses, and pussies.

   Laying in bed, almost fully recovered from my first orgasm, I noticed
there was still something in me; that feeling of hunger that never seemed
to go away, that desire to feed....unexplicable and uncertain..Would I ever
find out what was my body pleading for?  Craming and trying to solve the
pieces to the greatest puzzle, once again the images started pouring
in....All those girl!!  Ohhh goodness, so many of them!!  All those shapely
bodies, those feminine hips, sliky long legs...those buttcheeks and
crotches...'I wonder how they smell!!'...  Would they have that same
primitive musk that I experienced earlier as I masturbated???...."Oh my God
Edna, you are sick!!  Stop having those thoughts!!!!" I noticed that I had
been salivating, and my clitoris again was rock hard as well as my nipples.
That warm feeling of hunger was now burning in the depths of my stomach. 
It was an unbearable and helpless feeling; I knew it wouldn't let me sleep;
so slowly I removed my knickers and brought my hand to my wet vagina and
started masturbating until I passed out and fell asleep.

   That night I had a very strange and mysterious dream...  I was sitting
on the benches in my highschool gym, but it was empty.  I felt very sad and
confused in my dream; I had a feeling of desperation and uncertainty,
despair; I was agonizing emotionally; tears ran down my cheeks, and I
started sobbing and then crying, crying uncontrollably.  I felt like I was
loosing my breath and I started hyperventilating; it was a horrible
feeling, I felt like I was dying slowly, and I couldn't do anything about
it.  Then somebody gently patted my right shoulder, and all of a sudden I
regained my breathe and strenght and looked up.  Through the blur and haze
of tears I managed to make out a female silhouette.  Who was this
mysterious figure??  She had long blonde hair that reached to her
shoulders; it had an almost cherubic nature to it.  Her lines flowed
beautifully and naturally; there was a calmness about her that made me feel
at ease, eventhough she was a stranger to me.

   As my vision slowly cleared and I could see her better, I immediately
recognized something familiar; she was wearing the uniform for the girl's
volleyball team.  Her white T-shirt had the number 3 imprinted in red, and
it was cut short just bellow her ribcage, exposing her perfectly tanned and
smooth stomach.  I could see some perspiration glistening in her exposed
skin.  As I directed my vision to her shorts, I noticed how drenched they
appeared to be, specially in the area where her thighs met with her crotch.
The legs of her micro-shorts seemed to be straining against her well
rounded and sculpted thighs, and their crotch was wedged between her
vaginal lips.  This produced an almost transluscent outline of her
genitals. I noticed that her lips appeared very puffy and swollen almost as
if they were pouting; at the very top where the lips came together, there
was the outline of her clit trying to peak through, it seemed very erect
and very alive.  It seemed to pulse at its own will.  As I slowly swallowed
things in, my vision became clearer.  By know I could see every nook and
cranny of this mysterious girl's body.  Her calves were fantastic and
extremely shapely, and her thighs were so well rounded that they seemed to
come together even before they met at her crotch.  Her body was perspiring
as if she had just finished some extrenuating physical activity.  As I
looked at her face again in an attempt to uncover my mysterious girl, I
noticed it was still blurry to me.  Everything else seemed so clear except
for her face.  I started having that feeling af desperation once again, and
I was getting extremely anxious......

   "Who are y..........????, she placed the palm of her hand to my lips
before I could finish the question...  I noticed how warm and moist they
felt on my lips....  "shhhhhhhhh sweetie....that is not important..." she
whispered.  Her voice seemed musical and very subtle; Was she communicating
telepatically?  I fely her moist fingers caressing my cheeks in a very
loving and almost motherly way, they felt very soft and comforting. 
"Baby...you don't have to hurt anymore.....I am here to make it all go
away...  I will set you free...." As she whispered this to me, I felt an
undescribeable joy; it was almost as if she turned a switch on, and every
beautiful emotion I had ever known came to surface; I felt a happiness that
filled my entire soul.  I started crying uncontrollably once again, but
this time I was crying of joy and happiness.  "Shhhhh...baby don't cry...I
promise you won't have to suffer anymore....." Her angelic voice was very
suiting and comforting.

   Her fingers caressing my face felt wonderful.  I didn't want her to
stop. I closed my eyes and tried to absorb the moment.

   I felt some movement and as I opened my eyes, I noticed she was
repositioning herself directly in front of me.  Her movements were very
slow and poetic; I thought she was gliding.  She seemed to move in slow
motion.

   As she stood directly in front of me, I noticed how close her crotch was
to my face.  The shorts outlined her vagina deliciously.  It was so wet
that I could see droplets of sweat over the shorts on her crotch.

   As I stared in a trance, I felt her fingers move from my face to my
hair; they started massaging my scalp rythmically...  I was being
hipnotized, but somehow I was willingly accepting it.

   It felt so good to have her caress me like this that I just surrendered
to her.  I heard myself whisper "Please guide me...I am so confused...show
me the way...." Very slowly she started to inch her waist even closer to my
face, as she got close enough, she started to raise her right thigh above
my right shoulder.  I felt a warmth starting to surround me....towering
over me, she placed her right foot on the bench that was directly above the
one that I was sitting on.  Everything was moving so slow and I just
couldn't react.  Her crotch was now directy over my face; there was an
incredible heat emanating from it, almost like a furnace...her thigh was
now making contact with my left cheek, it was slick with sweat and ver
warm.

   The warmth that encompassed me was very comforting, almost inviting; it
made me feel protected.  I needed to be protected; I needed compassion and
understanding; I needed to feel loved and taken care of....somehow I was
feeling that way now; it was amazing.

   Once again I felt her fingers on my scalp, but this time they were on
the back of my head...there was a pressure, a very subtle pressure; she was
pushing my head forward; almost like a mother trying to comfort a
child...she was pushing my head into her damp crotch..

   "What are you d....Uhhhhhhh...." I moaned lightly, as my nose first made
contact with her crotch....I was in a haze..."mmmmhmmmmm"...  It was an
undiscribeable feeling; her vagina felt so hot through the shorts.  I
couldn't explain, but it felt delicious.  It just felt right.

   She continued to push and wedge my nose deeper into her lips, until my
lips made full contact with her crotch and my face was completely
smothered. It felt beautiful; there was a feeling of fulfillment in my
heart; I was overjoyed, what an awesome feeling...  I felt that I had
finally found my niche; I had found were I belonged..I felt very secure and
at ease, it was a pleasant and gratifying feeling.  I was overjoyed and
overflowing with emotions; I started crying again, but my sobbing was
muffled by her crotch on my face.

   As she kept my face tightly pressed to her I could hear her musical
whispering in the background..."shhhhh....don't cry anymore baby...  just
CHERISH THE MOMENT"....

   "CHERISH THE MOMENT..."...."CHERISH THE MOMENT"......"CHERISH the mohhh"


   And thats when I woke up.  As I looked at the clock on my nightstand, I
noticed it was 4:37AM...I had been sleeping for a good while.  I was
flushed and my body was drenched with cold sweat.

   "What a dream!!!" I thought....

   I stood to head towards the bathroom, and as I gave my first step my
knees gave in, and I fell to the floor; luckily my carpet was very lush and
well cushioned, so I didn't harm myself.  I got up again and carefully made
my way to the sink where I could sustain myself.  I looked at myself in the
mirror; my eyes were dilated and my forhead still had some perspiration
residues.  What did this dream mean?  It was so strange, yet so vivid and
real, so powerful; there had to be a meaning to it....I felt like it was
trying to tell me something....  Deep inside of me I felt that it held the
key to everything, even my happiness....but how....What did I have to do?
As I felt strong enough to stand without support, I washed my face
thoroughly with cold water.

   I needed to be awake, I needed to analyze things....

   "Think Edna.....think...what to do...what to do....."

   I felt lost and helpless, I had to find out what this dream could
possibly mean.  I knew I couldn't describe such dream to my parents...much
less tell them that I thought somehow this dream was the key to my
happiness; they themselves would've put the strain-jacket on me and sent me
off to the mad house....

   Who could I trust to help me analyze my dream; wihtout judging me,
without making me feel weird and uncomfortable....

   My choices were narrowed down to Megan and Lisa.  I figured they were my
only hope; they were young and they were my best friends.

   I knew that they wouldn't flip out, or at least I thought so.  'What if
they did?...I will be so embarassed!!'....  As I analyzed the situation
thoroughly, I thought it would be a better idea to share this with just one
of the two....not because I didn't trust either one, but because I felt it
would produce better results to confide with an individual as opposed to a
crowd.  That way I could really get into details without being extra
embarassed.

   Lisa and Megan were the coolest and cutest friends in the world....They
loved to play and joke around, and they had an incredible sense of
humor....yet out of the two Megan always seemed to be the one that
understood that there was a time to be serious; this was something that I
truly admired.  She always came across as the more mature of the two.

   I felt that if anybody, she would be the one that would take me
seriously and help me analyze my situation.

   "So Megan it is!!!"....

   I felt excited about the prospects of discussing my condition with one
of my best friends...I felt something good would come out of it....

   As I went back to my bedroom...I looked at the clock and it said
5:30AM..

   "Oh goodness, I have to wake up in two and a half hours...."

   I tucked myself in and went to bed, ecstatic about what the day held for
me later.



   Chapter 3 (The Understanding)

   I managed to sleep an hour and a half before my alarm went off; It went
off so loud, that I jumped out of my bed sheets and my heart was beating
like a drum....  "Damn it.....  stupid alarm!!!..." I shakily extended my
arm and pressed the snooze button to shut it off.  The clock read 7:00AM.
Somehow I had managed to profoundly fall asleep in such a short period of
time.

   As I sat on the edge of my bed trying to compose myself, I took several
deep breaths and slowly started to settle in.  These alarms could kill you.
I started arranging my thoughts one by one, and I felt my heart rate
returning to normal.

   After a couple of minutes relaxing, I was fully awake, feeling very
groggy and my head heavy....my body slowly becoming slumber.

   I regained total presence of mind and started analyzing things.

   Today wasn't like every other normal day.....today was a very special
day; it would mark a pivotal point in my life, a dramatic change; a new
understanding of things; an irreversible perception....I would be viewed
upon differently yet again; somehow this time I knew it had to happen; no
more lies, and no more hiding.  There was that feeling of something big to
come, something bigger than me, something much bigger than anything I had
lived before...I was on the brink of starting a new life, a new promise, a
new way of being; so much to look forward too.....and it was all going to
happen Today.

   I managed to take a shower and get dressed in time to join my parents
for breakfast.  They noticed how ecstatic and clumsy I was, but they didn't
have a chance to question me as I had to make a staggering retreat to be on
my way to school.

   Living only five blocks from St.  Mary's Highschool, it was only a ten
minute walk for me.  As I made my way down the sidewalk, I noticed how hot
and humid it felt; it was going to be a blistering day; yet it was
gorgeous, the sun was blinding and the sky was a sea of blue with no clouds
on sight.  The streets had almost no traffic, with the exception of the
yellow school buses heading towards the school.  On the opposite sidewalk
there were other kids making their way to school; it would be a routinary
day for them; that wasn't the case for me.

   I coludn't help but notice, that my pace was erratic and a little
quicker than normal; the palms of my hands and feet were ice cold.  It was
my nerves.  The closer I got to school the more nervous I felt.  I couldn't
control it; my heart started beating a little harder, and the butterflies
returned to my stomach.  I became oblivious to my surroundings; my brain
wasn't processing, my legs were just guiding me.  As my eyes registered the
road ahead, the beige walls and brown roof started to come into view. 
Through the pounding of the heart beats in my ears, I could hear the tower
bell ringing.  Classes would start soon, I needed to pick up my pace.

   As I reached the building, I found myself standing in front of the huge
brown gates.  I felt smaller than ever; I felt like I had shrunk, and my
knees felt very weak; by now my entire body felt cold, and I had a swarm of
butterflies in the pits of my stomach; there was a huge knot in my throat
and it felt like I had cotton in my mouth...  I was a nerve wreck at this
point; I couldn't get myself to take another step; I started gasping and my
respiration came in short breaths, I thought I was going to faint.

   Then I heard a thumping sound of fingers snapping in my ear, and a
voice...  "Edna come on, we need to run to class we are late girl!!......"
and I found myself running down the hallway as Megan grabbed my arm and was
dragging me towards our History class.

   As we stumbled into the classroom and took our assigned seats at the
very back of the room, we were struggling to catch our breath.

   Luckily Mrs.  Ray was also running a couple of minutes late, so we
manged to beat her to class

   Sitting to my left, I could hear Megan trying to formulate some
words..."W...Whhh....What the hell were you doing standing out there!!!'..

   I couldn't think very well and much less speak, as I was trying to get
the oxygen to flow through my brain.  All I could do was to look at her
with glairy eyes to acknowledge her words.  She had a puzzled look in her
face..."You looked krazy out there...";

   I nodded my head a little bit trying to answer to her bewilderment. 
"You Weirdo!!!...what was it with the blank stare??"....

   I couldn't make words yet, instead the inquisitively puzzled look in her
face seemed very comical at the moment, and I couldn't help but to start
giggling....

   "What are you laughing about??"...  Megan's expression was so clueless,
and the more I looked at it, the funnier it became.  I just busted out
laughing.

   My laugh was so contagious that she couldn't help but to start giggling
herself; and as her giggles became louder, we were playing a comical
symphony in the back of the class that had everbody staring at us.

   We were starting to have too much fun when we heard the classroom door
open, then we knew that our fun time was over, as Mrs.  Ray was a very
strict teacher, and required the student's utmost attention.

   When the class started, I felt more at ease; the laughter therapy had
definitely helped my nerves; I could think clearly.

   As I listened to Mrs.  Ray's words, my concentration slowly started
shifting from History to my best friend.

   Megan was such a great friend; she always seemed oblivious to my defects
and flaws, and she never tried to exploit my weak character.  It could've
been so easy for her to just put me down and trample all over me, instead
she always used her wit and ingenuity to make me feel at her same level,
when I understood we were not.

   As I was having these thoughts, I found myself staring at her while she
was doing her bookwork, unaware of my fixed look.

   Not only was Megan a great friend, but she was a gorgeous friend.  I was
scanning her from head to toe; her blonde hair was so shiny and lustrous,
perfectly straight; and her cheeks seemed to have a permanent blush on
them, noticeable even through her golden tone; her skin always had that
rich satiny look to it.

   Slowly scanning her, my eyes then focused on her legs; having her right
foot on the edge of the chair, which was her frequent habit, made her thigh
appear extra mighty and voluptuous.  With abundant sunlight filling the
classroom, I could clearly see the very tiny blonde hairs on her thigh;
they were gleaming beautifully.  Her thighs looked so enticing that they
appeared to have a smell and taste to them; they almost looked edible.

   When Megan abruptly shifted in her seat, I quickly snapped out of my
trance and realized that I had been drooling, literally; my throat was dry
and my mouth watery...and then there was that feeling, again that feeling
of hunger that I couldn't explain.  I had to find out what was happening; I
needed to find an explanation to all of this; I couldn't continue living in
this cluless fantasy world that engulfed me; I had to be courageous for the
first time in my life.  I tore a peace of paper from my notebook and
nervously made a note...  The note read..."I need to talk to you after
school, I need your help its extremely important".....I folded the note and
tossed it on top of Megan's book; she flinched and then turned to me with a
quizzical look.  I pointed to the paper signaling for her to read it.

   I felt that this was the beginning to my mission, to the biggest mission
in my life.  As Megan read it, I knew there was no turning back; this was
it, I had to go through with it.  My nerves started creeping up on me; I
hated to feel like this, so fragile and susceptible to my emotions; but
then again I had always felt like that, this situation was no different. 
Everything moved in slow motion; this was big, a huge step; the biggest
step.  I had no choice but to take it and be ready for it.

   On the flip side I wasn't sure if Megan was ready for this.  'What if it
is just too much for her...what if I totally freak her out and she sees me
with different eyes....even worse, what if she doesn't want to be my friend
anymore...' I appreciated her company too much to not have her as my
friend; it was a risk that I had to take and maybe live with its
repercussions for a very long time.  Megan looked at me with an expression
of approval and then whispered..."Of course....what is it about?"....

   "I will explain later, meet me at the bottom of the stairs after
school..." I whispered back.

   Megan nodded energetically and gave me a thumb's up.

   The rest of my classes I spent them rehearsing in my mind the best way
to reveal my story to Megan.  I came up with everyline I could think of,
some were pretty acceptable and some were just plain over the top; yet none
of them fully convinced me...everywhere from...'Megan I think I am a
dyke'...or...  'Megan over the course of the past months'...to
even....'Megan I have this thing for ass and pussy'...  It was driving me
insane; how could I possibly put this into words; I couldn't even explain
it to myself; how could I explain it to Megan.

   I decided to leave things to destiny and just let it happen.  I guess I
would have to improvise.

   The last five minutes of my Social Studies class moved like hours; this
was my last class and thus I was very anxious; my palms were sweating and
my heart was thumping.

   As soon as the bell rang, I nervously gathered my books and made my way
to the bottom of the stairs at the front entrance of the school.  I felt
very agitated and uneasy, the nerves were killing me.

   When I reached the stairs, I noticed Megan that wasn't there; I was
agonizing..."Damn it Megan...where the hell are you.."; then I remembered
that her last class was P.E., she needed time to shower and change.

   I needed to calm myself down; I couldn't let her see me in such critical
condition.

   I sat down on the stairs to wait, my feet moving uncontrollably; my gaze
constantly moving to my watch.

   Then out of the corner of my eye I saw someone hastily appraoching me;
it was Megan, she was still in her P.E uniform.  The class had just ended
and so she had to storm to our meeting.  "God Megan, you're a mess...why
didn't you take a shower and changed"...She was soaked and breathless, I
pictured she was sprinting to where I was..  "Dohh...don't worry about me,
I know you wanted to talk to me, what is it??" Her voice out of breath.

   Those simple words proved her friendship and solidarity; her kindness
and support really touched me; I felt like I was truly important to her; it
gave me a new confidence to go through with it.  As I looked straight into
her blue eyes, I knew that this was the right thing to do; she was there
for me.

   I told her that we needed to go somewhere private, as I didn't want to
risk anybody listening to our conversation.

   After going through several choices, Megan came up with a good idea;
"Come on lets sneek into the Biology Lab, it'll be empty, there we can
talk"...

   Students were not allowed into the Biology Lab after class due to the
fragile equipment it contained; yet its doors were never locked, and so a
lot of students would sneek in to take naps on the examination beds that
were at the back of the room.  This was the perfect place.

   As Megan grabbed my hand and started up the wood stairs, I followed
close behind.  The staircase up to the lab was very steep and narrow, so it
only allowed for one person at a time per step.

   Trailing directly behind Megan, I found myself face to face with her
plump buttocks.

   I noticed how her blue shorts came just short of the bottom of her ass
cheeks; they appeared to be a very tight fit, making her twin cheeks look
very juicy and powerful, almost as if they were ready to burst out of their
confinement.  Each cheek appeared to move independently from the other, and
they had a deliciously firm jiggle to them.

   Her thighs looked godly from this angle; the looked very firm and well
rounded; it was a sight to behold.

   I noticed the skin where her thighs met her ass cheeks was not as tanned
as the rest of her legs, this area made a pale strip directly under each
butt cheek, as it had been deprived of sunlight; a testament of how
incredibly juicy her buttocks was.

   With each step she took, her slick thighs rubbed passed each other, I
could almost hear the wet smacking sound of their flesh rubbing together.
It looked so amazing it gave me goose bumps.

   From such a close distance I was also treated to quick flashes of her
inner thighs, which voluptuously flowed and met right before her crotch
area; this spot where they met had a gradual but darker hue to it, almost
overly tanned or burnt, yet very smooth; somehow it appeared very aromatic
to me.

   Then I had an impulse; a very naughty and perverted impulse.

   In a bold manner I brought my face to within inches of her ass cheeks,
my nose almost making contact with her flesh; I could feel the warmth of
her skin from this distance, I was in a conscious trance, as I was very
aware of my actions.

   Without thinking I took a silent but very deep sniff; her aroma shocked
my entire nervous system; it was very raw, almost wild in nature; it was
succulent in a forbidden way; a powerful mixture of sweat and spices, an
aphrodisiac recipe.  I was pure femenine musk at its sweetest.

   I needed to control myself, but I couldn't.

   I kept taking in her heavenly scent; I couldn't stop myself from
secretly sniffing her behind; I was high on her aroma, it had me
salivating, and I couldn't stop trembling; my eyes were getting glassy; I
had become a junkie.

   Deep inside of me there was an internal battle; I felt disgusted with
myself, but yet I was loving it; I felt depraved and dirty, but I was too
weak to stop my actions.  I wanted to tell myself that this was very wrong,
that it needed to stop, and yet I would find myself thinking.."Ghhhod
Megan....your ass smells so good...."

   As we reached the top of the stairs, I had to force myself away from
Megan's fleshy buttocks; I was following it closely like a bee after the
sweetest honey.

   Oblivious to my inner demons, Megan turned to me and noticed my flushed
appearance..."Megan you look sick....you okay??"....

   I managed to play it off and assured her that everything was good.  But
it wasn't; I had just committed a filthy act, I had sniffed another girl's
sweaty behind, and I had loved it, I found it addictive; I knew that if I
had the chance to do it again, I wouldn't be able to hold back, and this
really scared me.

   How could I control myself being as weak a person as I was; specially
when I had this hunger growing in me like a beast ready to take over.  My
impulses would no longer be impulses, they would turn into action.

   I could foresee into the future; I would be totally controlled and
manipulated by these depraved impulses.  I wouldn't be able to control my
urge to get high; to drug myself with funky female musk; I would be
delirious around school tracing girl's behinds, trying to get a whiff of
ambrosia.

   I knew my thoughts were irrational, but they were a reality.

   Somehow I knew that these wicked impulses were part of a bigger picture;
they were a small piece to the puzzle, and now more than ever it was
important to start putting it together.

   As we walked into the Biology lab, it felt cool from the air
conditioner. We went straight to the back of the class and Megan
immediately sat sprawled in one of the examination beds; I rolled a small
chair directly in front of her.

   In this position, Megan was sitting taller than me, and so I had to look
up at her.  I felt like I was in a court room, and Megan was the judge
sitting above me.  As I was getting ready to spill my guts, Megan fumbled
around uuncomfortably, until she decided to scood to the end of the bed
with her legs hanging off the edge.

   As I observed her trying to find a comfortable position to listen to me,
it felt kind of awkward; being here in front of her, ready to reveal my
condition, this had to be the most important point in my life.

   Suddenly Megan broke the silence...."Edna you've had me thinking and
worried the whole day....what's up??....does it have anything to do with
me??....did I do someting??"....

   The moment of truth had come, I couldn't help my nerves.  My voice
sounded very coarse as I spoke with a huge knot in my throat.. 
"Megan...I...I d..don't know...hhhffffff.C....  whats happened to
me...I....I...I...this is harder than I thought...."

   Megan's face showed utmost concern, she was agonizing with me, without
even knowing the problem..."What is it sweetie????....you are scaring
me....have faith in me....come on tell me!!"...

   It was coming; my brain processed the words, my tongue would deliver the
chaos....

   "Megan...I am not who you think I am....at least not anymore...I am
different now...I am so repulsed and upset...."

   Megan's face was contorted with confusion, she had a puzzled and
desperate look..."Edna I am confused..."

   "Megan I am a LESBIAN...." I had tried to whisper the words, yet they
were loud and clear; this was the moment I had lived for; I was balancing
between happiness and despair; there was no turning back, it was a one way
trail, and I had no choice but to walk it.

   Megan was intently staring at me, her face had no expression, blankly
studying me.  I tried to appear as calm as I could, yet I was slowly dying
on the inside; I needed to know what she was thinking...yet I understood it
wouldn't be so complicated, she would either accept me or turn away from
me.

   At this moment Megan was not only my best friend, but she represented my
family, society, the entire world; she represented the mighty eyes of
judgement upon me, my future, my survival, my acceptance.  Her reaction was
vital to me; I was hanging on a thread.

   I could only lower my gaze to the ground and wait with the coldest
uncertainty.

   Then I heard her stuttering nervously..."Wh...Hhhhh...When...how did you
find out???....what happened??..."

   I decided to tell her everything; there would be no more lies; I had
gotten too far to hold back now.  I poured my heart out to her.  My voice
was very emotional.

   I told her about my crazed obsession with the female body, and my
lascivious hobby at the gym.

   Her blank look had acquired an expression of interest; she was paying
close attention, her face almost analitical.  This was a great sign; I was
given the chance to testify, to accredit my insanity; It was becoming
easier.

   I told her that I masturbated thinking about other girls, particular
that night when I discovered how sweet it was to rub my genitals
fantasizing about soft voluptuous female curves.

   She was motionless, deeply enthralled by my revelations; she was
absorbing my every word.

   I was flowing; I described every spicy detail; I just couldn't have any
loose ends.  I felt that it was only fair for her to get the whole story,
specially after I had annointed her my personal drama listener; I knew this
was a heavy burden for her also.

   I revealed my dream to her, and told her how real it felt; how
mesmerizing and strange it was.  I explained to her that I thought this
dream was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't figure what; somehow
it held the key to this new feeling, this new identity that had taken over
me.

   Megan remained silent, trying to absorb everything I told her.

   "Megan I'm sorry it had to be you....I just needed to tell someone..you
are the only person I trust.....please I need your help..."

   I desperately needed support, I needed answers; maybe Megan would see
something I didn't, maybe she could help me understand my condition.

   "I am speechless....Edna I don't even know what to say....how could I
possibly help you....I mean....do you even look at me in that way??.."

   I wasn't expecting that question, it hit me like a slap in the face; my
tongue was tied; I couldn't lie to her..."I d...dhhh..don't knowwwww..." I
whispered almost whiningly.

   "Yes you doooo!!!!!!!!....Oh my God Edna!!!!!" Her tone was very
lighthearted; she couldn't help but laugh at such an awkward discovery; she
was blushing and giggling..."Wowww...I gotta be smoking hot...!!" she had
shifted into her joke mode.  I couldn't resist but to laugh myself, as it
was almost impossible for me to hide the truth from Megan.

   The mood had changed; we were back to our old selves; we were now joking
and giggling, at the expense of my LESBIAN condition.

   "Megan can I confess something without you freaking out???...."

   Through chuckle and giggles, she managed to make a serious minute, her
facial expression turning worried..."sure girl what is it?"...

   I had to tell her everything ..."Well its kinda weird....actually very
weird...but anyways....as we were climbing the stairs something strange
happened...I had the craziest impulse to smell your butt.....and then I
d...dhh..don't know...I just couldn't stop myself from doing it.....and I
loved it....Megan this really scares me!!.."

   Megan's face remained very serious, I feared for a moment that I had
gone too far; maybe finally I had managed to freak her out.

   Her eyes were locked with mine, I couldn't read her
feelings.."Eeeewwwwwwww grosssss....I haven't even showered!!!"...her tone
lighthearted once again.

   "Megannnnnn!!!...I am serious!!....quit playing!!!!..besides thats my
whole point....I know it is gross...but....awwww Megannnnn....I don't
knowwww....I j..jhhh.just couldn't help it...I was attracted to it
somehow....I know how it sounds.....but nothing seems to make sense
lately..."

   I could only gasp in desperation as I tried to explain my bizarre
actions; I felt helpless and disgusted at my words, yet there was so much
truth to their irrationality.

   Megan's nose was crinkled, and her puzzled expression displayed
confusion in an almost hillarious manner.

   "Megan could you stop staring at me like that!!!....it makes me feel
like a weirdo..."; eventhough everything in me classified me as a weirdo,
it somehow still made me uncomfortable.

   Megan had a cartoonish look of disbelief on her face.  "Well hellooo
Edna...you were sniffing my ass...you have to admit that is a little bit
weird..don't you think??...besides I am all smelly and funky fresh..."

   We both couldn't help but to bust out laughing at her funny remark. 
Megan had such a special gift to humour a bad moment and totally change the
mood.

   I loved this side of her so much; her unconditional friendship was such
a valuable gem.

   "Awwww Megan I am so scared...I don't know what to do...I feel like a
freak.." My emotion surfaced and I became very sentimental; I was both
happy and desolate, I knew that I had made the right decission by telling
Megan, and eventhough she had taken it lightly, somehow I felt sorry that
she had to see me in such a different light.

   "shhhh...shhhh...come here Edna...we are friends regardless...plus
nobody else knows about it right?..." I just nodded.

   "Come here sweetie..." Megan offered a hug spilling her affection to me.


   She pushed herself further to the edge of the bed and opened her arms
invitingly, her legs splayed open in front of me making space for our hug;
her thighs were bulging out of the bed and her crotch was now visible.

   Slowly approaching our embrace, I noticed the wet markings of
perspiration directly over her crotch area.  Her forward movement had
pressed her shorts tightly against her vagina, showing a distinctive and
clear outline.  Her lips looked very puffy, giving her vagina a pouty and
elevated appearance, almost like half a peach stuffed under her shorts.

   I started to salivate, and my heart started to beat faster; it was
happening again; I felt anxious and erratic, out of control.

   As I rolled my chair directly in front of Megan's opened arms and legs,
I was fighting a battle, a contest of will against urge; I needed to ignore
her gorgeous crotch, so close to me now, so perfect and maybe fragrant.

   My hands started shaking and my body began to spasm; I knew I had
lost...My weakness was my curse.

   As Megan ushered me in, I felt as if time had stopped; everything moved
in slow motion.

   Ever so gently I leaned forward and placed my hands on her curvy hips,
my face moving slowly but surely towards her crotch, almost mechanically;
her bodily heat was blurring my senses, I couldn't think at this point, all
I could see was her outlined genitals.

   As my nose slowly made contact with the prespiring crotch, I felt
Megan's thighs tense.

   I reflexively sniffed in her scent.

   I lost all my strenght, my body surrendered; it was heavenly; a powerful
musk, very warm and very spicy, deliciously raw and primitive.

   It had an overpowering effect on me; I felt like a fortress collapsing,
I was drowning in musky pleasure.

   Then I heard Megan's voice, it was a nervous whisper..."Aaaaaa
Edna???...what are you doing???.."

   I couldn't get myself to react; I was drugged up in her warmth, my
thoughts were mixed up and I wasn't processing well.  I was snorting and
babbling on her crotch.

   "Hmmmmmmm...Iiiiihhhh...sorrhhyyyyy...I can't help it...hmmmm....Megan
this stuff is so good...please allow mehhhh....I beg youuuhhh...wowwhhh..."


   I was beside myself.  At this point I didn't care what Megan thought of
me; I was in my own world, my face on her muff was all that mattered now.

   Instinctively I pushed my nose deeper in between her lips; the heat and
the smell in her hole were wonderful.

   As I shoved further, Megan gave out a high pitch
squeal.."uuyyyyyy...Ednaaa!!!..."....But I just couldn't stop, not now,
this was too good.

   Megan's body slowly started to relax; her fingers tentatively caressing
my hair; then almost acceptingly she spread her thighs wider and placed her
left foot on the edge of the lab bed, giving me full access to her crotch
area.  "Its okay sweetie...I understand...take your time..." She was
whispering; her voice very subtle, understanding my need and the gravity of
the situation; her demeanor very mature and consoling.

   I could have spent an eternity in this position.  It was such a
beautiful feeling, being between her warm thighs; it felt very
accomodating.

   Megan's gentle caresses and her motherly support were helping me relax
and control my emotions better.

   I was nuzzling her crotch in a loving and caring manner, when I felt her
hand carefully pushing my head away from her center.

   Looking up from in between her thighs, I could see a look of worry and
consolation on her face..."Edna we need to talk sweetie...I am a little
worried...did you see yourself just now??..."

   I felt embarassed that Megan had to see me in such a vulnerable and
needy state; I felt inferior and degraded; It was hard to look at my friend
in the eyes.

   "I am so sorry Megan...I hate it that you had to see me like this...I am
so embarassed..."

   My shame was so much that I couldn't help the tears welling up.

   Megan immediately came to my consolation..."Edna....its okay...I just
had no idea it meant so much to you....plus you don't have to be
embarassed...its me.."

   Her supportive words reminded me of how great a person she was; I was so
glad that she was my friend.

   "Really Megan...do you mean that??..." I managed to speak through the
knot in my throat.

   Her face light up with a warm inviting smile.."Of course I mean it
Edna..I am always here for you..."

   Then with a naughty grin on her face she did the cutest and most
delicious impersonation that my eyes had ever seen; spreading her thighs
she brought her right hand to her crotch, placing her middle and index
finger on each side of her vaginal lips, she started animating them over
her shorts by opening and closing them, utilizing a cartoonlike
voice..."weeeee Ednaaa...hey there buddaayyy!!  you are always welcome to
come play with me...muahhh...muahhhh..."

   Her silly impersonation had me blushing profusely, and I couldn't help
it; I also couldn't help the itching sensation that I was feeling on my
clitoris as I watched her manipulate her lips over her shorts.

   I pictured myself having x-ray vision and piercing through the thin
piece of clothing to see her in all her heavenly glory..'it must be
gorgeous'...impure thoughts flooding my brain....'it must be so
pink...Megan give me a glimpse...just a little one...please...I'll do
anything you want...'

   Megan abruptly shut her thighs and snapped me out of my illicit
thoughts.

   Her face was so bright with laughter, and I knew all her actions were
with the best of intentions.

   "Megan you are such a prankster...but I still love you..."

   "I love you too Edna..." Megan spoke in a fond manner as she bounced out
of the bed.

   Staring out the window, we noticed how late it had become.

   "What do you say we continue this conversation at my house tomorrow
after volleyball practice...that way we can take our time okay?...'

   "That sounds great Megan...thank you so much...I don't know what I would
do without you..." Megan's acceptance of my condition was such a huge step
in a life of grief and confusion.  "Oh nonesense Edna...come on now...we
are buddies...don't worry about it...besides I think its kinda cool to have
a lesbian friend..its kind of rebellious.." Megan's comments elevated my
ego and made me feel better about the whole situation..'maybe it is not so
bad being a lesbian'...

   With that we ended our meeting and headed home.

   That night I couldn's sleep due to sheer excitement; I had a feeling of
hope, of acceptance, it was a new beginning.  This was the first time that
I had truly expressed myself; I felt free and liberated; she had made it so
easy for me and I was thankful.

   Megan was becoming so much more that a friend to me.  She had exceeded
every expectation I had by miles.  I was beginning to see her in a whole
new light.  She was everything a friend should be; she was so good and
understanding, accepting and always willing to help; her personality and
sense of humor were like no other, and to top everything she was simply
gorgeous.  My heart got fluttery as I pictured her deep blue eyes, her cute
permanent blush, and her pretty dimpled smile, such superior genetics; and
then there was her ass, oh my God that plump gorgeous ass; if only I could
get a whiff of it again.  My body shivered with lust as my thoughts went
back to our encounter earlier; smelling her delicious funk and nuzzling
between her thighs was such a wonderful experience.

   I rolled over on my stomach and burried my face on the pillow pretending
it was Megan's crotch...'If only I could feel its heat against my face
again, I would loose myself in its heavenly smell...'

   My hand automatically slid into my knickers and I started rubbing the
entire length of my vagina with the palm of my hand...'Megan...you mean so
much to me...I want you to always be my friend...I need you....  I love
you...I love youuu....aaahhhhhh....' My entire body shook as I had a
thunderous orgasm.

   After I fully recovered from my climax, I realized that there was
something else happening parallel to my entire situation, once again
something that was inevitable and undeniable....'I am in love with
Megan...oh God noooo...please not that...'

   I could not afford to have feelings for my best friend; not only was it
unhealthy, but it would complicate things...'Edna you can't let her know
under any circumstances...' Deep inside of me, I knew I was too weak a
person to deny my love for her, yet I had a strong presence of mind to
understand its consequences, as I valued her friendship more that anything
else in the world.  I finally went to sleep with the conviction of keeping
my feelings for Megan as secret as my weakness would allow it.

   The next day in school I was much more relaxed; I was able to
concentrate on my classes, eventhough my mind kept bringing up images of
Megan.

   I was very excited that we were going to continue our conversation after
volleyball practice.  Then I had a naughty thought...'maybe she will even
let me get in between her legs...that would definitely make my day...'

   I didn't want to get ahead of myself, I knew that I had to control my
impulses if I didn't want to totally freak out Megan.

   During my last class, I could already feel butterflies in my stomach, as
I knew that I would be seeing Megan very soon...'Edna...please control
yourself around her....don't let her know how you feel...'

   When the bell rang, I quickly picked up my books and paced myself
towards the school gym; I didn't want to be late.

   As I entered the gym, I realized that volleyball practice wasn't over.
There was a game in process and the entire girl's volleyball team was in
the court, except for Megan.  I looked all around the gym, but she wasn't
anywhere on sight.

   As I looked up at the bleachers, I realized that they were empty, and so
I decided to sit for a while and engage in my favorite hobby while I waited
for Megan.

   My other best friend Lsa was there and she waved at me when she saw me.
I observed Lisa as she moved around the court; there was something so sexy
and attractive about the way she swayed her hips when she walked, her juicy
ass ready to free itself from her shorts, the bottom of her cheeks
indecently peaking out; she had such a fantastic ass.

   As I lusted after my other best friend, a hand came from behind and
obstructed my view.."Who is it???...Megan is that you???..."

   "Noooo...I am your worst nightmare" I could clearly make out Megan's
voice in disguise.

   "Megan you are so silly.."

   "Edna you are no fun...you were suppose to go with it"

   "yeah right.."

   Still covering my eyes Megan lowered her voice and spoke in an almost
secretive manner..."Hey I have a surprise for you...."

   "What is it now Megan??..."

   "Do you want it yes or no??" Megan whispered in a playful manner

   "I don't know...what is it?..."

   "Just answer sweetie...yes or no..." Megan whispered again

   "Ok yes..." She got the best of my curiosity.

   Then I felt something directly under my nose, it was very warm and
somewhat moist; I immediately recognized it as a finger; it had a very
peculiar smell; it was female spice, it was very strong; it made my heart
beat a little faster and my taste buds moistened; my skin began to warm up.


   "Do you like it?...." Megan whispered in a nervous tone as she sat next
to me, taking her finger away from my nose.

   I desperately grabbed her hand again and tugged it under my nose, trying
to get as much of her smell as I could.

   "OOuuchhhh..!!" Megan complained as I pretty much dragged her by her
finger so I could savor her scent.

   "OOhhh Megan...where did you have this finger...it smells really
nice..."

   "In a very special place...I thought you would like it" Megan couldn't
stop blushing and her voice quivering.

   We were attentively staring at each other in mutual understanding; our
friendship was so beautiful, it was at another level; she understood my
needs and was willing to help in any way she could, I could see the
compassion in her eyes.  When did I get so lucky to have a friend like her.
I was tempted to confess my love for her, my feelings, the passion that was
building inside of me.

   Then the thunderous clapping of the volleyball team snapped us out of
our moment, signifying that volleyball practice was over.

   Megan quickly straightened up and took her hand back..."We better leave
before they see us here...lets go to my house....I need to relax a bit...I
am so tired..."

   As we walked towards Megan's house, I felt so at ease being in her
company; she made me feel so safe and secure; holding hands down the
sidewalk made me feel that nothing could go wrong, while she was with me, I
had nothing to worry about.

   When we reached to Megan's house, none of her parents were at home, so
we comfortably made our way to her room and locked the door behind us.

   Megan immediately jumped in the bed and stretched on her back stuffing a
handful amount of pillows under her head.  I stood standing in the middle
of the room until Megan padded the bed in front of her motioning me to
sit..."Make yourself at home sweetie...mi casa es su casa..."

   Megan had a very tired look, as she kept yawning and stretching her
joints..."Edna sweetie...would you mind if I take a half hour nap before I
shower...I am so exhausted....then I am all yours..."

   I could never deny my best friend of rest, specially after everything
she had done for me, besides I would do anything she asked me too; I loved
her so much.

   As she made space for me to stretch at the bottom of her bed, she raised
both her knees snd spread her thighs a little, treating me to that gorgeous
view that I couldn't resist.  As she spread her thighs I caught a faint
whiff of her sweat soaked shorts.  I started to fantasize about once again
putting my face in there and taking her heavenly smell.  I was a little
anxious as she had already triggered my senses with her surprise earlier at
the gym.  I knew that I wouldn't be able to remain calm having her next to
me displaying her attributes, so I decided to throw caution to the wind.

   "Aaa Megan...can I...do you mind....errrr...is it possible.." My voice
trailing off as I couldn't get myself to speak my mind.

   "What is it sweetie??....tell me..." Megan's voice was very mellow and
caring.

   I could only swallow, as I was so ashamed to ask.

   Then as if reading my mind, Megan slowly spread her rounded thighs
widely and pushed her crotch slighlt upward, almost inviting me in..."Is it
this what you want sweetie??...." her voice very tender and somewhat
seductive.

   All I could do was swallow deeply and nod my head.  Megan gently slapped
her tanned thigh close to her crotch area..."Come on Edna sweetie...you can
take a nap here if you want..."

   Without thinking it twice, I made my way in between her thighs and
nuzzled my face against her crotch; I couldn't help sniffing out loud, it
had been too long since the last time I had smelled this musk.  I nuzzled
the crotch of her shorts, producing a small giggle from
Megan...."hehehe...that tickles Edna...hehehe..."

   I laid my cheeck on her firm and warm thigh, keeping my nose in contact
with her pouty fragrant crotch; it felt perfect.

   As I relaxed happily snuggled in between her legs, I slowly started to
fall asleep, as I was also exhausted from my own lack of sleep; the cozy
warmth of her bodily heat was awesome, and I couldn't help but to embrace
it and pass out.

   I must have been asleep for at least an hour.  As my eyes slowly opened,
I could see sunlight filtering through the blinds.

   Slowly I raised my face off of Megan's thigh, a string of drool
stretched from the side of my mouth leaving a wet marking on her skin.

   As I carefully looked over, I realized that her eyes were closed and she
was sound asleep.  I did not want to disturb her sleep so I decided to
remain in the same position.

   As I looked down at her her crotch, I noticed the perfect split down the
middle of her slit; her shorts had ridden up and were wedged between her
pussy lips; I noticed how thick and pouty the looked, as I was thoroughly
examining the sight; it was beautiful, they looked very enticing, I
couldn't resist and once more I brought my nose down and sniffed her pussy.
If I would have done it a million times, a million times I would've reacted
the same way; my heart accelarated and my mouth watered; the hunger in my
stomach burning...'God Megan this is awesome..'

   Almost instinctively and without thinking I gave her crotch a loving
peck; it felt very soft and warm on my lips; I loved the feeling, so I
tentatively gave it another peck; my heart was pounding in my chest and the
hunger in my stomach was more present than ever before.

   Then through the fog of thoughts in my head, I decided to risk
everything; I had to do it, this was probably my only chance, I needed to
see Megan's pussy; it was almost necessary for me to go on living; I had to
feast my eyes with her most private part.

   I did not want to take advantage of my best friend while she slept,
specially after she had been so good to me, yet I knew that this was more
important, maybe I was being selfish, but I needed it so bad, that I could
care less about the repercussions.

   Carefully I brought my finger to the edge of her shorts at her crotch;
it was quite a task and I had to maneuver carefully since the shorts were
almost glued to her.  As my finger made contact with her warm skin, I
noticed it had a silky and somewhat rubbery texture, making it difficult to
slide my finger along; it must have been the result of the dried humidity
on her skin.

   Managing to hook my finger into the shorts, I knew I was about to
uncover a beautiful treasure, maybe the most beautiful of them all; my hand
was shaking nervously, and my mouth was dry.

   Very slowly I pulled the damp clothing to the side, revealing her
vagina.

   I gave a out a loud sigh, as my body jerked reflexively; I became dizzy,
and my breath became short and labored.  I thought I would faint as my eyes
took in the most beautiful sight known to my pitiful existence.

   It was breathtaking; I could only whisper to
myself..."Ghhoooodnessss...its..its...more beautiful than I thought it
would be.....so gorgeous..."

   Her pussy was simply amazing; the outer lips were thick and puffy, and
were the same color of the skin adjacent to it, almost peach in hue; they
appeared a bit oily and very smooth.  They gave the impression of pouting
lips begging for attention.

   The sight was just too much for me to handle; my heart was beating very
hard and at an alarming pace; my eyes felt glairy, and my whole body was
trembling.  As I closed in for a better look, I felt the excess drool
puddled up at the base of my mouth, a drop managing to trickle out as I
swallowed the rest.

   I was being driven by my instincts; my senses no longer working.

   Shakily I separated her pussy lips, to show her hot pink interior.  Her
inner lips were almost nonexistent; they looked very fragile and they had
an amazing pink luster to them.  Her clitoral hood was beautiflly dormant
at the top of her slit, partially burried between her very puffy lips,
encasing her clit.

   I also caught a stronger whiff of her musk, but this time straight from
its source; I noticed it was a bit more acrid, as I was able to discern the
faint smell of urine mixed with her dried sweat; it was a bouquet of
teenage hot All American blonde pussy.

   I was nearly insane, face to face with the prettiest and most forbidden
carnal jewel; I knew I wasn't in control of the situation, as I was only
inches away from it, my eyes hipnotized by the sight.

   Without thinking I brought my lips down on Megan's pussy and gave it a
tender peck.  It felt very warm and very soft..."hmmmm....nhhhiceeee..."

   Tentatively I gave it another kiss, this time a bit
firmer...."hmmm...wowwwhhh..."

   Then I gave it third kiss, even firmer than the second and lasting
longer; there was a faint smacking sound when the kiss ended.

   Then the unthinkable; I slowly extended my salivating tongue and made
contact with the inside of her right outer lip.  At that moment I knew that
my life would change, and definitely my diet together with
it....'Nutrition??...Food??  Who cares about food when you have something
like this out there.' My taste buds detected the saline flavour of her
sweat and the raw spice of her vaginal fluid.

   My whispers became louder as I couldn't control myself..."Ohhh
Megannn....this is great.." muuuaachhhssss(kiss)..."Don't ever keep this
from me....its so hot.." muuuaaachhhssss(kiss)...."I love it so
much.."muaaaacchhhsssss(kiss);

   As my intensity grew, I completely lost any reserve left and I began to
french kiss Megan's pussy deeply and passionaltely, while moaning at the
same time; I was innocently raping my best friend.

   Then I heard Megan's groggy voice..."Edna what are y....."

   "Shhhhhhhh...Megan don't worry....go back to sleep
sweetie...."mmmmmmuuaaachhhsss(kiss with tongue)

   My insanity making me whisper irrational thoughts.

   "Edna I don't think you should...ughhhhh...this ain't
right....ughhhhh....ohhh fuck.....ughhh"

   Megan's hip started thrusting involuntarily as my mouth french kissed
per pussy; I could feel it rapidly warming up and her tangy taste started
to overpower the saltiness of her sweat; her fluid started to thicken and
was now flowing into my mouth, instinctively and inexperienced, I swallowed
it, feeling its peculiar warmth as it made its way down my throath, it felt
so forbidden to take in her vaginal fluids like this and yet somehow it
added to my passion.

   Then I saw the cutest and sexiest thing; her clit was peaking out of its
hood, very defiant and erect.  As it caught my eye, I slowly detached
myself from Megan's swollen vagina, thick strings of saliva mixed with cum
stretching from both set of lips, the little nodule had me in awe.

   I heard megan's voice, very shaky and coarse..."Whhh...what is
it?...something wrong?..."

   I couldn't answer, so instead I did what felt natural at the moment and
brought my hungry lips down to her clit and sucked on it using my tongue to
milk its taste..."hhhhmmmmmhhhmmmmmmmm...." I could only moan as I
experimented and relished in its slippery texture.

   As I sucked voraciously, Megan's thrusts became faster and their rythm
was erratic, I didn't understand what was happening, but I didn't care as I
was only focused on my personal bliss.

   Then I heard Megan scream out of the top of her
lungs...."AAAAiiiiiiiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"

   With a loud wet sucking sound I released her clit as I thought I had
caused her pain somehow..."Megan...Megan...what is it...are you ok???"

   I quickly crawled up the bed to look at her face; her expression was
tired and extremely flushed, almost like if she had just finished running a
marathon.

   She slowly turned to look at me, her eyes dreamy and watery; her voice
unstable and lacking refinement..."do you have any idea what you just
did...."

   "Oh nooo Megan...did I hurt you...I am so so sory...I am so stupid....I
promise I didn't mean too..." I was so upset with myself for being so weak
and impulsive.

   Then she interrupted me..."shhh shhhh...Megan listen...shut
up....listen..I think I just had an orgasm..."

   I blushed profusely at her comment, realizing what it meant.

   "Ohhh...did you?" I could only ask, as I didn't know what to say.

   Megan could only nod, her demeanor very exhausted.

   As I stared at her in her flushed condition, I suddenly felt guilty, I
felt that I had forced my lascivious will on her for my own personal
pleasure.

   "Megan I am so sorry....I feel that I have betrayed you and taken
advantage of you.....I should have never done it..."

   "Edna I kinda feel the same way...I feel like I took advantage of you by
encouraging you on..."

   Her words were very surprising to me..."Nooooo Megan..don't ever say
that...besides I was enjoying it a lot..." my voice trailing off as I
realized the implications of my last words.

   "Then you shouldn't feel like you took advantage of me because I was
enjoying it too...." Her last words came with a deep swallow.

   We couldn't help but to stare at each other in silence.  There was so
much tenderness and understanding in our eyes; we were communicating
silently; deep in our hearts we knew that our frienship would change
forever, we didn't need to say anything; our gaze sealing the new found
covenant.

   Our relationship would soar to new heights.  This was the beginning of a
beautiful promise; a future filled with love and mutual satisfaction.  We
didn't need to delegate roles, as we both perfectly understood our parts in
this new found episode of our lives; she would be the receiver and I would
be the giver.

   That evening I left Megan's house with a different aura about me.  My
heart was overflowing with joy; I was starting a new life, one that was
very promising and accepting; there was so much to look forward to.

   I jumped and skipped all the way to my house in sheer happiness and
excitement.  As I entered, I saw that my mother was in the kitchen
preparing dinner; I ran to hug and kiss her, still celebrating my
luck..."muaahhhh...I love you mom.."

   My mom had a surprised look in her face..."Edna what is all the
excitement about darling??..."

   "Nothing mom!!!...I just did very well today...that's all!!"

   As I spoke to my mom she was examining closely..."Edna what did you eat
today....your breath is...I don't know....fishy...were you eating
fish??..."

   I grinned to myself..."Yes mom...the sweetest fish I have ever
tasted...the sweetest one..."



   Chapter 4 (Coming to Terms)

   That night it was impossible to contain all of my excitement; there was
a permanent smile carved on my face.  I was in love, and it was such a
beautiful feeling, different to anything that I had experienced before; it
was amazing and truly promising.

   There was so much to look forward to, and every joyful thought that I
formulated in my mind had Megan's picture stamped on it.

   She was becoming the highlight of my life, and I only wanted to have
eyes for her.  I wanted to be captivated by her dimpled smile, lose myself
in her divine beauty, and melt under her penetrating gaze; I wanted to have
my face buried between her juicy ass cheeks, where I could find a safe
haven, filling my lungs with her most private smells; I wanted to be used
by her to please her in any way possible; I just wanted to be the best that
I could be for her.

   Alone in my room, I recalled everything that had happened in the past
couple of days; my life had changed so much, in such a short period of
time; my luck was changing for the better, and after so much turmoil and
sadness during my earlier years, I had finally started to come alive, to
see the light.

   I had to admit that it was pretty ironic that my hope and happiness came
in the shape of a girl and with the smell of pussy; life can definitely
play tricks, and it played a delicious trick on me.

   The anxiety was keeping me up all night; I was rolling from side to side
under my bed sheets; all of my newly acquired feelings had me ecstatic, and
emotionally aroused; there was joy, freedom, acceptance, happiness, and
most important there was love.  I had fallen very hard for Megan, and I
could only think about being with her again.

   As I slowly replayed every second of our beautiful encounter, I noticed
that I still had that oily and slightly sticky sensation in my throat; it
immediately elicited a faint smile on my face, accompanied by a pounding
heart beat, as I remembered taking in Megan's vaginal fluid; my taste buds
could still savour its tart spiciness, and I could still feel its warmth
flowing down my throat.

   It had been such a forbidden and wonderful experience; putting my mouth
on my best friend's vagina, affectionately kissing it; feeling it warm up
under my lips, until it was drooling with her pheromone-filled secretions;
I knew that my life had changed for good, and I would forever crave its
addicting taste.

   Megan had been such a great friend to me, she had helped me so much with
my insecurities and moments of weakness; she extended her hand to me when I
desperately needed it, and in the most dire and hopeless of moments, she
willingly spread her thighs for me, providing comfort and reassurance, and
allowing me to quench my thirst and desire for her irresistible charms.  I
knew that my weakness would magnify my ever burning desire for female
essence, and I could only hope that Megan would be there for me, supporting
me in my weakest moments, corresponding my love for her, and allowing me
full access to her treasure, to my newly discovered fountain of life.

   Somewhere in the midst of hopes and wishes, my hand had found its way
into my knickers, and I was gently playing with my aroused clit; my mind
was filled with images of Megan's hot vagina; her clit, tumescent and
pulsating; her oleaginous and palpitant swollen lips, lasciviously
demanding my mouth's full attention.  I knew it wouldn't be long before my
weakness enslaved my every desire and conviction, taking me directly to
Megan, on my knees, shamelessly begging for a chance to please her.

   After masturbating myself to a gratifying climax, I surrendered to my
exhaustion and fell asleep.

   The next morning, I was up bright and early; there was a glow about me
that was noticeable miles away.  On my way to school, I was smiling and
giggling to myself, thinking of the many fun and beautiful moments that I
had spent with Megan.  I had butterflies in my stomach, and my pace was a
bit accelerated, as I knew that I would be seeing her in the third period.

   My first two classes were a blur to me, and it was especially difficult
to concentrate on my second class, as my heart rate started to increase,
and my nerves started to resurface.  But this time it was different; I was
nervous because I didn't know how I would react to seeing her, and I was
scared that I would say something stupid; our encounter had been marvelous,
and I didn't want to ruin our new relationship, and much less turn her off
with a ludicrous or desperate comment.

   When the bell rang, I grabbed my book bag, and slowly walked to my third
class; I was both excited and nervous, but somewhere in the midst of
emotions, I had a strong conviction that my love for her was greater than
anything that could come in the way.

   As I entered the classroom, my gaze immediately focused on the back of
the room; and there she was, deliciously gorgeous, scribbling on a piece of
paper.  Prudently, I took my seat directly next to her; seeing that she was
still distracted with her scribbling, I took the chance to admire her once
again.

   'God why do you have to be so gorgeous'...I had fallen into my usual
trance, driven by her beauty.

   Suddenly she stopped her scribbling, and raised her gaze, looking
directly into my eyes and into my soul.  Her eyes were so penetrating that
my heart pounded in my chest.

   "Heyyyy there!!"...she whispered enthusiastically, being careful not to
attract anyone's attention.

   My lips were locked as I looked into her blue eyes.  There was a
peculiar smile on her face, a bit nervous and yet very sensual.  I was
being hypnotized.

   Then, coming to my senses, I realized that I had been staring in a
stupefied manner, creating an uncomfortable silence.  Smiling back at her,
I nervously whispered..."Heyyyy....."

   There was a strong and palpable tension as we kept eye contact.

   We were communicating visually; I knew that she understood how much she
meant to me, as I could see it in her eyes, and yet I wanted her to know
it; I wanted her to know that I craved and desired her, that I worshipped
everything about her.

   We were snapped out of our magical moment when the teacher made an
announcement to the class.  I couldn't help but to blush as I realized that
we had been staring at each other for several minutes; I noticed that she
was blushing as well; she had realized that we were having an awkward
moment.

   Throughout the course of the class, I found myself staring at her
constantly, and many times I would meet her gaze, as she was staring back
at me; this would elicit a slight blush from both of us; we were secretly
and innocently flirting, and it was happening naturally.

   On one occasion, Megan caught me looking at her legs, and even though I
knew that I had been caught, I tried to play it off as if I wasn't lusting
after her.  With a faint smile on her face, she slightly shifted, and
raising her right foot, she placed it on the edge of the chair, revealing
more of her exposed thigh; this action triggered my voracious hunger for
her, and I found myself covered in goose bumps, and with a very familiar
burning in my depths.

   Megan acted as if nothing had happened, and she innocently faced forward
with a tawdry grin on her face.  These games could drive me insane; I found
myself wanting to sniff her hot muff; she ignored the inherent danger in
her innocent mockery; my weakness was very unpredictable, I would have been
capable of dropping to my knees and forcing my face between her hot thighs,
just to get a morning smell.

   As her delicious display weakened my convictions, I decided to take
action; I desperately scribbled a small note for Megan, it was barely
understandable as my writing was somewhat shaky; the note read..."Megan
your legs are so pretty..."....I had to let her know that I greatly
appreciated her enticing display.

   I tossed the note to Megan, and she immediately opened it, and read it;
she looked at me with the same anxious and incredibly sensual smile, and
then she whispered....."thank you....".....Her tone was slightly insidious.
Then, she nervously bit her lower lip, and proceeded to write something on
a piece of paper; she folded it and cautiously tossed it on my desk.

   I immediately picked it up, and read it; there was a question written on
it..."Do you wanna get together later...maybe catch a movie or
something?..."

   My whole body trembled as I analyzed the question; I slowly processed
the implications of her note, and my mind was immediately invaded with lewd
and lustful thoughts involving my best friend...'would she allow me to peek
at her pussy?...Maybe she would let me play with it...or even suck on it a
little bit'....'god I really hope so...' I knew that I was having depraved
thoughts about Megan, at the expense of her generous offer, but it was
impossible not to, especially when the possibility of getting between her
legs was present.

   "Of course Megan...when do you want to go?..." my tone was very
enthusiastic, as I was very excited with the idea of being alone with her.

   Megan immediately signaled for me to keep my voice low, as I wasn't
aware of my high pitch..."shhhhh...keep it low...they could hear
you......we can go right after warm up...I'll ask the coach to let me go
early......deal??..."

   I loved the enthusiasm in her tone, I felt so lucky to have her make
time for us to hang out.

   "Deal!!!!!".....  I immediately realized that once again, my tone had
been higher than necessary..."Oops...sorryyyy!!!..."...I could only
apologize in embarrassment.

   We both couldn't help but to giggle at the insanity of my excitement.

   After my last class was done, I stormed to the gym, hoping that Megan's
volleyball coach would let her leave earlier than we had planned.

   When I arrived at the gym, I noticed that they were already running
their usual drills; all of the girls in the team were engrossed in
different aspects of their practice; some were doing their stretching
exercises, others were practicing their serves; Lisa and Megan were jogging
around the court together.  It always made me happy to see my two beautiful
best friends together in the same place; it reminded me of how lucky I was
to have them in my life.

   I took a seat on one of the benches, and vigorously waved my hand at
them, trying to catch their attention.  As they rounded the corner facing
the benches, Lisa immediately spotted me and waved back enthusiastically;
Megan followed right behind, and they made their way towards me.  "Hey
what's up Edna....just got out of class??..." Lisa spoke to me as she gave
me a friendly and sweaty hug.  I found myself hugging her back, absorbing a
bit of her perspiration with my clothing.  "Yeah...trying to see if I catch
an early movie with Megan...wanna join us?.."

   I couldn't help but to give out a hypocritical smile as I quickly
glanced at Megan, who was standing next to Lisa with an impish grin on her
face.

   "What is so funny????....." Lisa inquired with a disoriented look on her
face.

   As I looked at Megan again, we both giggled simultaneously, as we were
aware of Lisa's ignorance to our new affiliation.

   "Ooohhhh...come on!!!....that's not fair...don't leave me out....what's
going on???....." As Lisa whined and pouted, she straddled my leg and
started choking me in a playful manner.

   The crotch of her shorts and her slick thighs were making direct contact
with my bare leg.  Her crotch felt very hot on my skin, as she innocently
slid back and forth with her choking motion.  The increase in activity
somehow agitated her teenage bodily hormones, causing her feminine scent to
impregnate the air surrounding both of us.  My nostrils immediately
perceived the scent of her perspiring underarms; it was a bit crude and
very hormonal, yet my senses found it very enticing and stimulating.  I
also detected another scent; it was faint and subtle, but very live and
present in the air that I was breathing; it made my blood boil and my
nerves twitch; it was the heady scent of a hot and sweaty vagina.  My hands
started trembling, and my breathing became a bit labored; I knew that I had
to do something soon, or I would've lost control of my senses. 
"Lisaaa....stop!!!...hehehehehe.....there's nothing to know...we are just
being silly" I managed to answer to Lisa, despite of the playful assaults,
and the constant rocking of my neck.

   "Ohhh...whateverrrrrr!!!!....and look...  I still suck on my thumb" Lisa
stood up and made a silly face while sucking on her thumb, trying to make a
point that she was not fooled by my vague answer.

   "And anyways...I am not going to be able to go...the coach would hate if
I missed another practice....so see yaaaa!!!"....and with that Lisa flicked
her tongue at both of us, and took off running to continue practicing. 
Lisa was such a cool girl, she never seemed to take anything seriously, and
even though she could be immature and a bit childish at times, I felt very
fortunate to have her choose me as one of her close friends.

   As I watched her running towards the court, I couldn't help but to focus
on her mighty ass, which looked very firm and powerful...'wow that's such a
nice ass'...'I wonder...'

   My thought was suddenly interrupted by Megan's voice..."Hey...I already
got permission from the coach...are you ready?"

   As soon as I heard Megan's voice, I immediately shook off any libidinous
thought that I was having about Lisa.  It was just impossible for my eyes
to ignore such a delectable display of goodies.

   "Yes..yes...yes...yessss!!!....Of course....let's do it..."

   I managed to tear my gaze off of Lisa's buttocks long enough to
cheerfully respond to Megan.

   "Cool then....let's get to walking..." Lisa replied perkily.

   As we were making our way down the sidewalk, I knew that it was going to
be another humid Texan day; the breeze was blowing warm, and the sun was
blistering.

   Even though the movie theater was only six blocks from the school, the
suffocating heat made it feel like fifteen miles.  We made very small talk
during the walk, as we consciously tried to salvage our energy, which was
quickly melting under the sulfurous sun.  We were starting to sweat, and I
knew that we would smell by the time we made it to the movie theater.  As I
occasionally glanced at Megan, I noticed that her skin was glistening; her
forehead was damp with heavy perspiration, and her cheeks were a bit
flushed from the heat; as I focused lower, I could see that her powerful
calves and thighs were coated with sweat as well; the sun gave her legs a
deliciously lustrous appearance, and her tanned skin seemed to be sizzling
with the excruciating heat.  As I studied her anatomy, I had a sudden
flashback; I remembered waking up between her warm thighs and hesitantly
tasting its texture; I remembered its peculiar saltiness, the taste of her
dried sweat, so special and so palatable.

   It didn't take long for my desire to kick into gear, as I had already
been triggered earlier by Lisa's immature act.

   My stomach slowly started to ignite once again, begging for food,
pleading for relief; it was asking for female spice.

   I knew that someway or another I would have to get in between Megan's
legs, even if it was only to get a whiff of her pussy, but it was
necessary; I was feeling very needy, and I was willing to shamelessly beg
for it, if that is what it took.

   When we finally reached the movie theater, we were relieved to feel the
air conditioner cooling down our flesh.  The Texan sun can be really
vicious at times.

   Once we walked through the second set of glass doors, we noticed that
there were only a handful of kids scattered throughout the theater, most of
them just hanging out, or trying to figure out what movie to watch.

   "So do you have anything in mind??..." Megan asked, trying to figure out
what would be a pretentious excuse to validate our trip to the movies.

   Of course, I wasn't really paying attention to any of the "NOW PLAYING"
posters; my mind was reeling images of Megan's ass, as I tried to imagine
how good it would smell after our strenuous walk.

   "AAhhmmmm...n..not...really..I was kind of hoping that you would decide
for both of us..."

   I felt that it was the appropriate thing to say, as I would have done
anything that she asked me to do anyways.

   "Are you sure.....I want no complaining later..." Megan specified,
winking her eye at me, while pointing at one of the posters which displayed
some kind of cheesy creature.

   "What is that??" I inquired, a bit surprised at her awkward choice.

   "Iiiii don't knowwww...I guess its some kind of horror movie....they can
be funny at times....besides we have to watch something right??...Megan
replied as she shrugged her shoulders in a clueless manner.

   We both giggled at her remark, as we involuntarily confirmed the true
nature of our little trip.  It was refreshing to know that Megan was
thinking along the same lines that I was; it gave me a strong sense of hope
for things to come.

   The usher pointed towards the end of the hallway, letting us know that
our auditorium was the very last one on the right hand side.

   I was feeling somewhat giddy as I walked down the hallway with Megan; I
was doing a conscious effort to concentrate on my surroundings, but it was
particularly difficult, as my mind kept formulating strategies to smoothly
attain my goal.  I was trying to relax, but my heart steadily accelerated
with each step closer to the auditorium; and every time that I carefully
glanced at Megan, my desperation seemed to heighten a bit more.  The
delicious and almost lewd wiggling of her ass was slowly adding to my
recklessness, as I just couldn't keep my eyes off of it.

   "So where should we sit??..."

   Megan snapped me out of my lustful reveries with her question.

   "Aaammmm...I don't know...  I guess anywhere you want..."

   Regaining my composure, I realized that we were already a couple of
steps into the auditorium.  It was quite a large room, dark and cozy in
appearance, and very chilly.

   It was empty for the most part, with the exception of an elderly couple
in the very front row, and a group of five kids sitting together four rows
to the left, and behind the elderly couple.

   We took our seats almost in the exact middle of the auditorium, as it
appeared to be a logical decision.  Of course, I took the seat adjacent to
Megan, as I would have had it no other way.

   We made some nervous conversation, nonchalantly trying to set a
perfectly ordinary mood; yet such an endeavor proved a daunting task, as it
was nearly impossible to ignore the tension that was present.

   As my intentions became clear, I was deliberately and unconsciously
staring into Megan's blue eyes, letting her now that I adored her, and that
I would do anything she asked me to.

   Megan's demeanor was a bit shy and nervous, as she was not used to my
surprisingly aggressive gaze.  I felt a bit embarrassed of my actions, and
yet my resolve to communicate my need and desire was very strong.

   "Ednaaaaa...stop it!!!!..." Megan snapped at me in a lighthearted
manner; playfully tickling me, attempting to breakdown my gaze.

   I immediately blushed, as I realized that I was making her
uncomfortable.

   "Megan I am so sorry...its just that...that...  you are so incredibly
beautiful...I can't help it..." My voice was whiny, as I desperately
complimented Megan.

   It was Megan's turn to blush, as she nervously bit her lower lip, and
stared into my eyes with a fragile look.

   Her eyes were filled with compassion and understanding, almost as if she
could feel the penury in my heart, and yet there was the slightest trace of
defiance, the unmistakable presence of vanity, inescapable to even the
noblest of humans.

   "Thank youuuu...Edna you are so sweet..."

   Her voice was barely audible, and it had a shaky and rasp sound to it,
which sent shivers up my spine; I loved the fact that she had so openly
accepted my compliment.

   Our moment was interrupted by the gradual dimming of the lights,
signaling that the movie was about to begin.

   "I really hope this movie is good Edna....otherwise I'll never trust
your choices again..."

   Megan whispered her sarcastic comment, playfully blaming her
questionable choice on me.

   I immediately gasped, as I caught her shameless joke.

   "Hhhhhhh...shut uuuupp...you are such a lying bitch!!..." I pounced on
her and started tickling her firm abdomen.

   "Hehehehehehehe....stop Edna....stooop.....okayyyyy....you win!!..."

   As soon as I let her go, she giggled and joked once again..."You and
your retarded choices!!...."

   I immediately pounced on her once again, tickling her relentlessly.

  
"Ok..ok..ok..ok..okayyyyyy...hehehehehe....hehehehehehe....stop..stooop...I
promise I am done..."

   Our little game had not gone unnoticed to the other guests, as the
elderly couple looked back at us, and simultaneously signaled for us to
keep it down.

   We immediately suspended our riot, as we could tell that the couple was
genuinely irritated.

   "Fiiine!!...you're lucky that the movie is about to start...and I don't
wanna piss those people off!!!..." I whispered to Megan as I gave her one
last playful elbow to the ribcage.

   "Ooouuch...yeah because we won't want to upset the QUARTER CENTURY
CLUB!!!!.."

   Megan emphasized in the last part of her statement, by increasing her
tone, comically showing her displeasure with the elderly couple's earlier
action.

   Her humorous display of anger had me going, and it was impossible for me
to suppress my laughter.  I literally had to cover my mouth with both hands
to avoid creating a scene in the auditorium.

   Together we had a symphony of snickers and chuckles that surely was not
sitting well with the few present guests.

   Megan was the coolest of friends; how could I not worship this gorgeous
friend of mine; how could I ever live without her company, breathe without
her charm.  She was the light of my eyes, and my every thought.

   We made a conscious effort to respect the privacy of the other guests by
trying to concentrate on the screen ahead of us; yet having Megan so close,
made such an attempt nearly impossible for me, as I could only think of
ways to make some kind of physical contact with her.

   Our long journey under the sun had taken its toll on us, causing our
hormones to impregnate our flesh with that faint but unmistakably rancid
odor of female bodily sweat, and Megan's delicate scent was driving me
nuts; this delectable treat was only adding to my voracious appetite.

   I was already feeling extremely aroused from all of the tickling and
playing that we had been doing earlier....'God I am so ready to put my
tongue in there'....  That thought suddenly hit me, catching me off guard,
and its boldness even surprised me...'Jeez Edna...don't get ahead of
yourself'...  My lustful instincts were slowly starting to blur my mental
clarity.

   The room was extremely chilly, and being in summer attire was not
helping the situation.

   Megan was holding for dear life to her team jacket, as she was trying to
fight off the cold as well.

   Glancing over, Megan realized that I must have been freezing, as I was
not sporting any type of insulating garment.

   Being attentive and considerate, she offered to share her jacket as a
blanket for both of us.  "Sweetie come here!!...we can both get under the
jacket...you must be dying.."

   I quickly pulled up, and discarded the wooden arm that separated us, and
cuddled up tightly against Megan.  Her bodily warmth was delicious, and I
couldn't help but to moan inwardly as I pressed against her.

   "wewwww...that will work..." Megan whispered with a satisfied tone.

   "Yessss...its great..." I whispered back.

   Megan's warmth was comforting and very enticing.

   Having my arms wrapped around her waist felt heavenly, and I couldn't
help but to squeeze her tightly as I happily embraced her.

   I could tell that Megan was enjoying my proximity as well, as she was
gladly accepting my assertive cuddling; her acceptance always seemed to
elevate my ego and fortitude.

   Her receptive demeanor filled me with courage, and I used the chilliness
of the room as a tawdry excuse to slowly rub her arms.

   "This will help you warm up..." I whispered cheaply, hoping that Megan
wouldn't mind.

   Megan gave me a cute little nod, confirming that she was perfectly okay
with my ministrations..."HmmmHmmmm..."

   I could already feel my heart beating a little faster, and the goose
bumps were slowly creeping up on me; but I needed more, much more, so I
kept playing along with my instincts, defying my weakness, and empowering
it to guide me along.

   I slowly moved the lower portion of my body towards Megan, seeking the
warmth of her bare thigh.  My determination was driven by my desire to
worship my gorgeous best friend.

   As my left outer thigh made contact with her right outer thigh, my
entire body went aflame; I could feel my stomach start to tighten a bit,
and my nerves suddenly becoming electric.  It was a presage of things to
come.

   I was already light headed, as unconsciously, Megan's bodily musk was
doing wonders for me.  I had taken the liberty of resting my head against
her right shoulder, and having my face so close to her made her scent even
more penetrating.  I found her natural aroma exquisite and arousing, and it
sent shivers up my spine, as I suddenly imagined myself between her thighs
smelling my most coveted treasure.

   Enveloped in a haze of lust and desire, I held on to Megan's body for
all I was worth.  I was so entranced and stupefied by our bodily contact,
that I was unconsciously sniffing her neck, trying to get as much from her
feminine smell as possible.  Megan must have been okay with it, as she did
not protest to the feeling of my nose slowly rubbing and breathing on her.

   Then out of nowhere...."Are your legs cold??..." My whisper was barely
audible, and yet somewhat shocking, as it was a pure reflex of my
increasingly blinding lust.

   My weakness had shifted my lustful instinct into overdrive, and I was
positively losing control of my sanity.

   My right hand, which had been rubbing Megan's arm, was now deliberately
caressing it; my actions were happening before my thoughts.

   "A little bit..." Megan's reply was nervous and a bit disoriented; by
her tone, it was perfectly clear that she felt shy about openly accepting
my invitation to feel her thigh.

   Of course, given the green light, there was no stopping me; I
immediately lifted her well rounded thigh, and placed it on top of my left
thigh, slightly spreading her legs in the process, and eliciting a faint
gasp from her.

   Her mighty thigh had a delicious weight and warmth to it, and it felt
great as it sunk into my own bare thigh.

   "I'll warm it up for you sweetie...okay???..."

   Once again, cheap and pretentious whispers, a product of my haze and
highly aroused state of being.

   "Oookayyy..." Megan replied with a nervous, childish pout, using her
best infantile voice; it was obvious that she was trying to lighten up the
mood, which was quickly becoming tense; yet, her cute tone only managed to
fuel my ever growing hunger for her.

   I used my right hand to rub the upper part of her thigh; her skin felt
very warm, and it had that familiar satiny texture to it.  I could feel a
layer of goose bumps on its surface, a testament maybe of the tune that my
fingers were playing on her.

   All of these granted privileges were inching me nearer and nearer to my
limits, and my body was displaying the results of my extreme lecherousness;
my nipples were extremely aroused, almost to a painful extent, and my clit
was glowing and very alive.

   On its own accord, my hand moved to caress her warm inner thigh; my
fingers were shaky and unstable, but very determined to reach their prize.
As I slowly approached her crotch area, I started to salivate a little, and
my breath became labored.  I could feel the scalding heat from her vagina
very close to my digits.  My fingers were now exclusively caressing the
spot where her thigh met her crotch.  The heat emanating from this area was
incredible.

   My ragged breathing was discernibly audible, as it was nearly impossible
to contain my emotions.

   "Mhhheee...Mhheegaann....can I pleeeaaase touch it..."

   My voice was broken and airy, out of breath, yet my supplication was
loud and crisp.

   "Y..Yee..yesss...I guess so..." Her reply came as a whisper, very
nervous and disoriented once again.

   I tenderly placed the palm of my hand on her crotch, absorbing its heat
and tenderness.  It felt very swollen, and somewhat sodden.

   I started playfully scratching it with the tip of my fingers, relishing
its forbidden warmth.

   Megan's body gave out a few reflexive jerks, as my fingers lightly
stroked her covered genitals.

   "hmm..hmm.hm....that tickles a little bit..."

   "Sohhryyy..." I could only apologize as the blood in my head limited my
words.

   "Oh...tha...that's okay..." Megan's voice was very infantile once again.


   "Ca...can..can I play with it inside your shorts?..."

   My supplication was very crisp once again, as I was ready to feel my
treasure; there was no holding back now.

   "S..shhh..sure.." Megan's response was a mere whisper, yet very anxious.


   I slid my fingers under the front side of her shorts, bringing my hand
in direct contact with her hot pussy.

   I couldn't help but to moan as I felt its slippery and gelatinous
texture; it felt amazing as I cupped it in my hand.  I started rubbing it
with my palm, and Megan's sniffles became louder.

   In a blind impulse, I hooked my middle finger and pushed it in her hole.


   "hmmiiimmmmm...." Megan's stifled groan told me that I had explored
sensitive territory.

   Ahhh..niiice...its so hot in there..." My insanity had me whispering
incoherent thoughts.  Then, I started exploring her insides, moving my
finger form side to side, loving her tightness, absorbing her heat.  On an
impulse, I started fingering her, feeling her up.

   As I rhythmically thrusted my middle finger in and out of her hole,
Megan ever so lightly accompanied my tune with her hips.  It felt great to
have Megan respond to my caresses.

   I must have been fingering her for at least three minutes, before I
stopped my digital invasion.

   Without even thinking, I exited her shorts and brought my now very
sticky middle finger directly under my nose; her pussy was all over it,
very pungent, and undeniable, liquefying my taste buds, and mystifying my
eyes; elevating my blood temperature, and making my body didder with
desire.

   Relishing the moment, I didn't realize that I had been avidly sucking on
my middle finger, unconsciously trying to taste Megan; I was no longer in
control of my impulses.

   Then, almost in a trance, I started shuffling out of my seat, trying to
squeeze my body in between my row and the adjacent front row; I was trying
to kneel in between Megan's thighs.

   "Edna..what are you doing.." Megan was puzzled as I gently, but
desperately tugged on her calf, signaling for her to momentarily raise her
leg to accommodate my kneeling position directly in front of her.

   "I..I...jjuu...jhu..just want to smell it..." My response was
inadequately coarse, but very honest.

   Kneeling in the confined space, I was immediately enveloped by the
delicious warmth coming from Megan's thighs and crotch.

   Driven by my need and overpowered by my weakness, I did not wait for
permission or invitation, as I immediately pushed my face forward in the
dark, hoping to make contact with Megan's crotch.

   As my head moved forward, my nose followed the trail of her raw vaginal
scent, leading me directly to her center.

   As soon as my nose made contact with her hot dewy crotch, I inhaled
loudly and desperately; I had lost all modesty and reserve; I was openly
displaying my necessity to sniff on her pussy; it had been too long since I
had filled my lungs with her fragrance.

   Aaaawwwhhhhhh.....GhhhAawwwwd.....this is so good..." My insanity was
voicing the honesty in my thoughts.  I loved being between her legs.

   Trying to increase the contact between my nose and Megan's covered
vagina, I found myself having to painfully stretch my neck, as Megan was
sitting perfectly upright on her seat.  I immediately tapped on her lower
thighs, signaling for her to slide forward, so I could have better access
to her crotch area.

   Megan wiggled her hips as she slid forward, comfortably spreading her
thighs in the process.  As her fragrant crotch became accessible for my
inspection, I immediately jostled my nose between her covered pussy lips.
Her aroma was deliciously strong and heavy; it was the smell of an
exercised vagina, one that has sweated under enclosed humidity after a long
strenuous walk; there was also the pheromone filled scent of a sexually
awakened teenage pussy; it had an incredibly intoxicating effect on me,
almost narcotic; my heart accelerated to an erratic pace, and my mouth was
salivating at an alarming rate, causing small trickles of saliva to escape
the side of my mouth.

   Such a reaction did not go unnoticed by Megan, as she anxiously, but
very tenderly warned me to keep my sniffles low.

   "Shhh...shhh..Edna sweetie...be careful..they..hmmmiimmmm..mii...might
hear you"

   Her whisper was very caring, and ever so lightly interrupted by a faint
giggle, which was elicited by my nose making contact with her clitoris.

   I was like an animal in heat, fervently sniffing my potential mate's
sexual organ; I was babbling, and close to foaming in the mouth, as Megan's
scent was driving me over the top.

   Then, I had an incredibly urgency to satiate my hunger; the burning in
my stomach was almost unbearable; I felt like a bitch in heat ready to
fuck, I was ready to put my tongue in Megan's pussy.

   I started to fully tongue her right inner thigh; my strokes were very
wet and very ardent.  My desperation for her flesh showed in the excessive
drool that I was leaving on her skin.

   Licking all the way to her crotch, I attempted to uncover her hot vagina
by moving her shorts to the side.

   The crotch of her shorts was so tight against her muff, that it was very
difficult to manipulate around the very slick crotch area.

   "Ednaaahh...we might get caught..I don't think you should do that..."

   Megan nervously expressed her worries, but her tone was rather
unconvincing, a testament of her growing arousal.

   Not listening to any of her words, I desperately started licking on the
warm crotch of her shorts, as I couldn't get my shaky fingers to properly
uncover her charms.  I needed to quench my thirst somehow.

   Then, with a lucky effort, I managed to flip the front side of her
shorts over her right pussy lip.  I immediately attacked it with vengeance
and desperation; I sucked it into my drooling mouth, as my tongue
simultaneously wrestled with it.  It was calid and very swollen; its
thickness felt great as I fiddled with it in my mouth. 
"Hmmm...hmmmm...hhhmmmnice.." I loved its soft and meaty feeling.

   Her vaginal lip was saturated with her oily secretions, and my taste
buds were sizzling with her flavor.  The saltiness of her long dried sweat
was very prominent, confirming that her vagina had perspired a lot; I found
this treat very flavorful.

   I was managing to ease some of the burning in my stomach, as I anxiously
fed on Megan's thick pussy lip.

   Megan's thighs would sporadically give out small delicious jerks,
accompanied by delicate mewing grunts, complimenting the effectiveness of
my ministrations.

   Her reactions were only adding to my desire to feed on her.

   Then, I found myself wanting more, much more; I desired her spice; her
essence; I was craving her pussy milk, as I remembered how warm and
satisfying it had felt on my throat; I was ready for a good dose of female
essence.

   Driven by the insanity of my need, I brought my hands up to Megan's
hips, and started tugging on her shorts; I was trying to get rid of the
barrier that stood between me and my treasure.

   When Megan realized the nature of my action, she immediately took hold
of my wrists, as she protested against my defying intentions.

   "Ednaaahhh...nhhoooohhh...we can get in a lot of trouble..."

   Megan's tone was worried and disoriented, as I had caught her off guard.


   At this point, being denied of Megan's charms would've been soul
chattering; I wasn't ready to accept such a saddening defeat, and I was
ready to beg to attain my goal.

   "Awwww...Mhheegaaan...pleeaaase..pleeaase...I promise that nobody will
see us.....I really need it..." My assurances were vague and
unsubstantiated, as my words were a mere product of my desperation.

   "Ednaaa...those people are too close...they could easily catch us..."

   Megan's tone was still anxious and worried, but it was less convictive;
I knew that her nobility was big, and I was determined on exploiting it
until I got what I needed.

   "Awww...Mheegannn...come on..  pleeaaase......Alright!!...what if we go
to the last row!!"

   My last plead was very animated, and I was surprised at my
aggressiveness, and quick thinking.

   Megan became silent, debating the possibilities.

   Then her answer came barely audible, a mere whisper, very nervous and
insecure.

   "Okayhhhh..."

   I immediately got up and grabbed her arm; I was quickly dragging her to
the back of the theater before she had any remorseful thoughts.

   Rushing Megan to the back of the room, my heart was pounding with
incredible excitement; every step that I took represented the culmination
of a lustful frenzy; the fulfillment of a reckless desire.

   Stumbling through the row of seats in the very back of the theater, we
managed to lodge in the most isolated and darkest corner of the room.

   With Megan taking the last seat against the wall, our chances of getting
caught were minimized, and that was promising.

   The setting was perfect, and the stage was set for a very private and
intense session.

   Managing to catch my breathe, I hastily took my position on the floor,
in front of Megan's seat, and once again, it was a very tight fit due to
the lack of spacing between the many rows in the large theater.

   Megan immediately spread her legs to allow my body in front of her.  The
heat from her thighs enveloped me once again, making me feel safe and at
home.

   There was just enough light filtering from the projector directly above,
to help determine our surroundings, and from my strategic position, I could
make out Megan's swollen crotch; it was beautifully framed by her mighty
thighs; it was a breathtaking sight.

   My respiration was particularly loud and erratic, showing my anxiety and
burning desire.  The achievement of my lecherous expectations was closer
than ever.

   Being on my knees, and looking in between Megan's legs had a powerful
effect on me; it made my insides roar with hunger, and now I was ready to
feed; I was ready to nourish on Megan's hot vagina.

   I brought my hands to the elastic band of her shorts, and started
pulling them off.  Megan's nervous hands tried to stop me once again, but I
reassured her with a couple of tender kisses on her right knee, that
everything would be okay.

   Such a consoling approach was the product of a resolute mind in pursuit
of a vital resource.

   As I pulled her shorts down to her knees, I was slapped in the face with
the pungent scent of her bare pussy; it was almost like opening a can of
air freshener, but with cunt scent; it was raw and wild in nature, and it
felt very warm as it hit my nostrils.

   In a desperate attempt, I used both hands to support her bound legs
above my head, so that I could move forward to access her crotch.  As I
urgently tried to make contact with her, my tongue was met with delicious
mouthfuls of hot under thighs and delicious ass cheeks.

   Her skin had an amazing taste, and it felt great to have my face wedged
under her thighs and bulging butt cheeks.

   As I managed to raise her legs enough to get to her very center, I
thought I would faint as I took in the beauty of her vagina; the lips were
obscenely engorged, and extremely slick, yet they were tightly shut
together, giving them the appearance of a gooey peach; it was plain
gorgeous.

   I immediately brought my tongue to her muff and started lapping with
flat, voracious strokes.  As my tongue absorbed her pussy fluid, my taste
buds were registering its delicious taste; it had a tart flavor, slightly
acidic and saline in nature; it was sensual and exquisite; the essence of a
gorgeous blonde teenage beauty.

   My moans were audible as my lapping became more aggressive.

   "Nnnnggghhhhh....nnggghhhh...nnggghhh....nggnnniiiceee.."

   Megan's grunts were subtle and sporadic...."Ughhh..hmmm...hhh.." ...I
found them very sensual and enticing.  Her satisfaction was always my main
goal, and it was what I lived for.  Having Megan moan from my ministrations
was music to my ears.

   My tongue sizzled every time it made contact with Megan's crotch.  I was
truly enjoying her taste.

   Then, as my tongue became used to the slick meaty texture of her outer
lips, I was suddenly engrossed by a powerful desire to orally penetrate her
hot hole; I had a strong desire to explore her hot tunnel.

   I tried to squeeze my tongue in between her lips, and after several
failed attempts, I realized that Megan's closed thighs, were keeping her
pussy lips sealed, denying me access to her hole.

   With very tired arms, I slowly brought Megan's shapely legs down to my
side.  Then in an almost mechanical fashion, I started pulling her shorts
down from her mid thighs, bringing them down to her knees.  The confined
space forced me to bring her legs up once again to completely discard her
shorts; it was such a beautiful sight to see Megan's ass and pussy to my
disposal, it was like a big flesh dessert.  As soon as I had the warm blue
garment in my power, I couldn't help but to rub it on my face, as I
covetously smelled it.  I instinctively brought the very warm and saturated
crotch of the shorts to my nose; the musky smell of cunt was blended with
the earthy aroma of sweat; there was also a faint acrid touch of pee to it;
it was a very delectable and sexual smell.  As I continued sniffing lower
on her shorts, I came across the delicious scent of her ass; it was
slightly dank and musky in nature, yet it was such a sensually forbidden
scent, that I became hooked immediately.  I unconsciously flicked my tongue
over the area on her shorts that had her anal scent, but I wasn't able to
register any particular taste.  It would soon become my mission to find out
what her ass tasted like, but first I had to quench my maddening desire to
service Megan orally.

   After discarding the shorts to the side, I grabbed Megan's thighs and
tugged on them, trying to bring her forward.  Megan immediately complied
and slid forward, opening herself to me.  Our actions were now driven by a
mutual covenant, which we both understood.

   Megan had been silent, just soaking in every movement that happened
around the theater, and even though she unconsciously complied with my
every demand, she was more engrossed with her paranoia of getting caught.

   But that was about to change.  I was about to demand her full and utmost
attention; I was about to give her virgin cunt the tongue fucking of a
lifetime.

   Megan's vagina looked scrumptious under the dim light; her pussy lips
were swollen with blood, and covered with slick juices; they looked like
pouting lips ready for a good passionate kiss.

   I gently brought my lips forward and gave her pussy lips a very warm and
tender peck.  This immediately brought Megan's attention back in between
her legs.  Almost automatically, and in a very subtle manner, she spread
her legs a bit wider, eliciting a faint squelching sound from her wet
pussy, signaling that her lips opened a bit more.

   I immediately started raining small, but very affectionate kisses
directly in the middle of her slightly opened vagina.

   This in turn elicited small giggles from Megan..."hmmm...hehehe...I like
that.."

   "Muuaahh (peck)..I like...muaahhh(peck)...dhhhoing
it...muaaahh(peck)..."

   I liked the fact that we were communicating while I played with her
pussy; it was a great sign that were more and more accepting our roles as
lovers.

   "Hhhmmmm...smells really good Megan..I love it.." I was slowly becoming
comfortable with speaking the products of my lust inflamed mind.

   Ghhawwd...muaaachhss(kiss)...it tastes so...muaaachhsss(kiss)...so
ghhhoood.."

   Megan had now slid as far down the seat as her knees would allow her,
giving me the best access to her pussy that she could.  I knew that she was
trying to help me feed on her better, and her attentiveness really touched
my heart.

   "Sweetie...why don't you put your feet on top of the seats in front.." I
was encouraging her to open her treasure up to the fullest.

   "Okayy.." Megan used that infantile voice that I was starting to adore,
and immediately raised her legs above my two shoulders, and placed her feet
on the headrests of the seats behind me.

   The result was an obscene display of her genital area, which I thought
was worthy of veneration.  With her plump buttocks hanging off the chair,
and her legs spread a little more than ninety degrees, I couldn't help but
to gaze and drool.  Her vaginal lips were fully separated, showing the
shinny and clammy tunnel inside; her inner lips were very smooth, and were
glistening with her secretions; her clitoral hood was engorged, and openly
poking out of her puffy lips, and at the very top it, her clitoris was
standing proud and erect.  I felt privileged to be in the presence of such
beauty.

   Without thinking, and driven by mere passion, I brought my lips to her
vulva, and gave it a loud and hungry suck.  In one suctioning motion, I was
able to sponge up a healthy amount of her warm cream; its calidity and
tanginess were excellent, and I was starving for much more.

   Megan's body tensed when I sucked on her pussy again, and she gave out a
small squeal when I pulled away; my lips slightly stretching her pussy lips
in the process.

   Then, recovering from the pleasurable sensation of Megan's flavor in my
mouth, I dove in to explore once again.

   I started tonguing her entire vulva from top to bottom, using broad
tongue strokes, and my mouth was stretched more than usual, as I was trying
to encompass her entire cunt with each tongue stroke.  The texture of her
vaginal lips felt heavenly on the flat of my tongue, and I couldn't help
but to voice my pleasure with moans.

   "Nnngghhh..nnggghh...nnnghhhhh..hmmmmm.....nngghhh..."

   I engaged in this voracious lapping until my stretched jaw was aching;
forcing me to pull away for a short rest.

   I could hear Megan's labored breathing from above, and I knew that she
was feeling the effects of my oral ministrations.  I was really grateful to
be given the chance of being between her legs, and I knew that I would make
the best of it.

   After a short recovery, I brought my mouth to Megan's pussy, and gave it
a few tender kisses, which elicited wet smacking sounds.  Then very
tentatively, I tried pushing my tongue through her lips, and into her hole.
Megan gave out a very sensual mewing grunt, as she felt my tongue
penetrating her vagina.

   As my tongue slowly made its way into the tunnel, it was encompassed by
Megan's hot, and slick vaginal walls, which were putting a slight pressure
around the diameter of my tongue.

   The heat inside her hole was magnificent, and the gelatinous texture of
her tunnel felt very comforting and pleasurable on my tongue...'Wow..I
really like this..'

   Then in an impulse, I wiggled my tongue inside her pussy.  This made
Megan moan and giggle at the same time.

   "Hmmiiimmmm..hehehe...that felt weird.."

   Her complaint suddenly put me in the mood to tease her a little, and I
playfully started wiggling my tongue rapidly inside her vagina.  This in
turn elicited some more giggling from Megan, encouraging me to continue my
playful explorations.  Then I realized that the more I wiggled my tongue,
the creamier her cunt hole became.  Megan's secretions were now becoming
thicker and spicier, and the amount was more quantitative.  A small stream
of her vaginal juices trickled to the back of my tongue, forcing me to
swallow it down.  This time my ingestion of her fluid was not due to
inexperience, but an act of pure willingness.  I loved its warm feeling in
my throat; it represented the intimacy of our encounter.

   Megan's giggles had soon turned to grunts, as my tongue continued its
fervid wiggling inside her pussy.  I was no longer trying to tease Megan,
as I was energetically exploring and scouring her vaginal hole.  My tongue
flicks inside her pussy were making wet squishy sounds, which were clearly
audible in the dangerously silent moments.  We were both in our little
world of pleasure, engrossed in our steamy session.

   Enjoying it's explorations for a good while, my tongue became exhausted
from the prolonged wiggling, and I slowly pulled out of her; there was a
profound suctioning effect as my tongue slowly retracted, producing a sharp
sucking sound.  "Hmmaahhhhhh..." Megan gave out a subtle grunt, voicing the
sensation that she felt as my tongue exited her vagina.

   Resting my tongue, I didn't leave Megan unattended, as I kept her pussy
warm, with a series of loving pecks.

   Then, I felt Megan's hands caressing my scalp; she would occasionally
raise her hips trying to meet one of my warm kisses.  I loved the way her
hands touched me; they were tenderly encouraging me to continue pleasing
her.

   "Aaahhhhh..I really like that sweetie..."

   Megan expressed the pleasure she was getting from my firm, but
affectionate kisses on her vagina.  Her voice displayed a slowly growing
confidence and sensuality, which made my blood boil with desire, as I
greatly liked the idea of being used by her to please her.

   "Mmmaaachss (kiss)...hmmmm..I love doing it baby..hhmmmuaachss..."

   Having Megan express her appreciation of my oral ministrations was
great; it raised my libido to new heights, and inflamed with desire, I
started French kissing her hot vagina with passionate hunger.  I would suck
her creamy swollen lips into my mouth, and individually make out with each
of them, savoring their warmth and smoothness on my tongue.

   My voracity and lustful insanity had me drooling in earnest as I made
out with Megan's pussy lips; strands of saliva were falling from my mouth
and onto my lap, as I avidly fed on Megan.  With my eyes tightly closed in
passion, I was floating in a self created universe, which revolved
exclusively around the sensation of my mouth on Megan's muff.

   "Hmmmmuaaa...ghaawwwd Megan..your pussy is great...hmmm"

   Vocalizing our spontaneous thoughts was becoming a common trend in our
hot session.

   "Ahhmmmmmm...E..Ed..Ednahhhh..puhh...puhh...put your tongue inside..."

   Megan expressed her desire by applying a bit of pressure on the back of
my head.

   I absolutely loved her newly acquired assertiveness.

   Immediately I drove my hungry tongue into her pussy, and started
penetrating her with a back and forth motion.

   "Aaawwwww....yesss.....that is nice...Nggghhhhh...awwe..awesome...."

   Megan's groans were quite loud, almost complaints, revealing the
ferocity of my tongue thrusts.  Luckily they were muffled by the action
happening on the screen.

   Megan's hips were rhythmically accompanying my tongue thrusts, as she
held on to my head.

   "Aighhhhh...Awww shhhhhh...hmmm...ghhooodness..."

   Megan had now lost all inhibitions, and she was freely enjoying my
mouth.

   "Ohhhh..fuck...hehehehe...that is so hot...Nghhhhhhh"

   I loved Megan's new confidence, as it helped both of us to relax, and
better enjoy the sex.

   She was now using my mouth in earnest, bobbing my head back and forth
with her hands, accommodating my mouth for better contact.

   At this point, I was beside myself; my greatest hopes and wishes were
becoming a reality; Megan was happily enjoying my affection for her, and
she was willingly accepting it.  I guess it was just a matter of time
before Megan realized that I was here for her; that my mission was to
please her, and to make her happy.

   As Megan's passion increased, warm squirts of her pussy milk would hit
the back of my tongue, and my throat.  Her heightened arousal had thickened
her vaginal fluid, giving it a warm buttery texture.  It felt exquisite as
it streamed down my throat, almost like an exotic, but denser, and well
aged wine.

   "Nnghhh..nghhhh..nnghhhh..ngghhh....whheewww....nghh.."

   We had an unsynchronized tune of moans, and wet sounds in the back of
the theater, that were only kept at bay by the loud sound effects of the
movie.

   Then, as Megan momentarily released my head to rest her tired arms, I
gently pulled out of her overheated and saturated vagina.

   "Hmiiimmmmm..." Once again, my retracting motion elicited a sharp squeal
from Megan.

   After our energetic coupling, I realized that we had started sweating.
Megan's thighs were glistening with perspiration, and the area where her
inner thighs met with her plump ass cheeks was specially soaked with her
sweat.

   In an impulse, I brought my tongue to the crease, and scooped up the
moisture, immediately swallowing the saline solution.  I was in an
exploratory quest, driven by my desire to service Megan's body.

   But my resting, and subtle exploration of her sweat didn't last long.

   I felt Megan's hands again, gently caressing my scalp; I was being
trained in an innocent and very subtle manner; Megan was telling me that
she wanted more oral attention, and I was dying to please her.

   As my head slowly moved forward, I focused on her pulsing clitoral hood.
It looked almost edible as it stood outside of the puffy lips, at the very
top of her slit.  I stretched my drooling tongue and gave it a couple of
firm playful licks.

   "Aaaaayyyyghhhh...." Megan moaned as I played around the sensitive zone.


   I got in the mood of teasing her again, as I started flicking my tongue
from side to side, and I made sure I looked up at her with a smile, letting
her know that I was playing with her.

   "Nnnnggghh..nggyou like that?...nngghhh"

   Megan responded with a cute chuckle, while still caressing my scalp.

   "Hehehe..you're so silly Edna...I love it..." she used her infantile
voice.

   All of a sudden I was inflamed with passion, and I started sucking on
her clitoral hood.

   "Hmmmm...hmmmm...hmmmm...this tastes so good..."

   Catching Megan by surprise, she couldn't help but to curse and moan,
displaying the sensations that my powerful sucking was having on her.

   "Ohhh shit...fff...fuck....thats good.."

   I loved it when Megan expressed her feelings so openly.

   Settling back to regroup, I sucked the entire hood with my lips,
stretching it as I slowly pulled back.

   Then, as I refocused on my task, I noticed that her clit was now fully
peaking out of its sheath; it was standing proudly and might erect; shining
beautifully; it looked like a precious jewel, and I felt lucky to be able
to wear it with my mouth.

   Enchanted with the erect little organ, I brought my tongue to the top of
Megan's slit, and started playing with it.  I started circling it with my
tongue, experimenting a little, and just feeling its wonderful texture.  It
was very tender and slick; and I could feel it pulsating on the flat of my
tongue.  It felt very naughty to play and fiddle around with Megan's
sensitive clitoris.

   Megan's body was having small spasms as I inexpertly licked and teased
the small nodule; her spasms were almost like electric shocks, which caused
her body to tense very rapidly.

   "Hmeeehhmm..heee...ha..ha..having fun down the..thereeee..."

   Megan could not control her reactions as my exploring tongue toyed with
her sensitive nodule.

   I could only look up and smile as my tongue was busy having its own fun.


   "Eddd...Ednaaa...tha..thaaa..thats awesome..."

   Megan's encouragements always boosted up my ego; they were medicine to
my soul.

   She was now slowly thrusting her hips, enjoying my tongue on her clit;
and every now and then, she would close her eyes and take a deep breathe,
trying to relax and release the tension.

   I was in my own heaven between Megan's hot thighs, and I could not
believe my luck; I was orally satisfying her, and quenching my thirst for
her; I felt that there was nothing greater in life.

   Then, I felt Megan's fingertips on my head; she was ready for more.

   "Edna sweetie...s...su..suck on it.."

   As I registered her sensual and melodic tone, I couldn't help but moan,
as I brought my lips down to her clit for a good sucking.

   Hmmmmmmmmm...hmmmmmmm....(wet sucking sounds)..."

   Megan's eyes immediately rolled to the back of her head as she felt my
intensity and voracity.

   I was now on full flight, bobbing my head up and down as I gave Megan
head.  Megan was assisting the motion with her hands tightly gripping the
sides of my head.  Her hips were now thrusting energetically, as her hands
guided my mouth for more pleasurable results.

   As my hunger became frenetic, I stretched my jaw as far as it would go,
and sucked her entire cunt into my mouth; I was milking it with deranged
lust; my eyes closed, and my tongue animatedly exploring her hole.

   Then, in the midst of the passion, I could hear Megan moaning and
babbling; it was difficult to make out her words.

   "Aiiiiggghhh...oh gawwd...ohh gawwd...hmmm...ohh shit...its
coming...Edd..Ednaaa...aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiyyyyyyyyy"

   Megan had to cover her mouth to stifle her loud shrieking squeal, as her
body tensed violently with her climax; she gave out one last upward thrust
with her hips, and then, releasing the tension on her vaginal muscles, she
squirted her warm juices on the back of my throat; with a couple of forced
grunts ("ughhh...ugghhhh"), she unloaded all of the feminine cream that she
had produced during our hot session.

   Her spurts felt deliciously warm as they sporadically hit my tongue and
throat.

   I was ecstatic to have Megan come in my mouth in such a lewd manner,
almost using me as a receptacle of her passion and pleasure.

   Looking up into her eyes, I made sure she witnesses my swallowing motion
as I took her warm cream down my throat.

   I wanted her to know that I worshipped and loved her more than anything.


   As her climax gradually came to an end, her vaginal walls eased the
tension on my tongue, allowing me to tenderly pull away; strands of saliva
mixed with her cum stretched from between my lips and her pussy lips as I
moved back.  This offensive display was a crude testament of our incredible
encounter.

   "Uuugh..thats disgusting...hehehehe...."

   Megan joked around, pretending displeasure as I wiped my mouth with the
back of my hand.

   "Shut up Megan...hehehehe..hehehe..."

   We couldn't help but to start giggling as our moods reflected the
satisfaction that we both felt after the lovemaking.

   "Hey Edna...you think anybody heard?"...her voice was a bit worried as
she remembered the other guests in the theater.

   "I don't know...maybe we should leave just in case...I totally forgot
about them.." And it was the truth, I was just coming back to Earth from
heaven; I had been oblivious to everything surrounded me.

   "I second that budyyy..."

   After voicing her comical remark, Megan brought her legs down and
reached out for her shorts.  I immediately stood up, and realized that my
knees were soar from the prolonged kneeling...'Next time I will need
cushioning..' Incredibly I was already thinking about the next time...'Edna
slow down there...' It was remarkable that my mind was already formulating
future plans, and yet it was exciting to think that there would be a next
time.

   As Megan quickly got into her shorts, she grabbed me by the hand, and we
quickly, but cautiously left the theater.

   There was still daylight outside as we walked down the sidewalk.  We
were silent for the most part, just enjoying the warm Texas breeze, which
was subtly caressing our hair, and our skin.

   Occasionally, glancing at Megan, I could see a look of serenity and
satisfaction on her face; it felt great to know that I was worthy and
capable of satisfying my gorgeous best friend.  Its amazing how happiness
has a unique face for each individual; mine was to satisfy Megan.

   As we reached the crossroads where we needed to go in different
directions of the street, we looked into each others eyes and smiled with
each other; we understood that we had sealed a pact that was very special,
very unique, and it would bring us even closer as friends.

   "Okay..so I guess this is it..." Megan said with a shy smile

   "I am going to miss you tonight..." I responded clumsily with the
demeanor of someone who is head over heels in love.

   "I'll miss you too..." Megan added, biting her lower lip.

   Then we said our final good byes, and started towards our houses.

   As I glance back for one last look at my queen, I couldn't help but to
focus on her lovely wiggling ass; I felt a small tingle of lust, which I
quickly ignored as Megan turned the corner.

   As soon as I got home, I took a hot shower, and then I crashed on my bed
for a quick nap.  My quick nap turned into a deep sleep, which knocked me
out for a couple of hours.  When I woke up, the sunlight was replaced by
the dim moon light, and as I looked at my alarm clock, it read 8:17PM; I
had slept for three hours.

   My body felt well rested and energetic.  I was also feeling a bit
anxious, as I had the entire house to myself with nothing to do.  I wasn't
hungry and I wasn't in the mood of watching television, so decided to
settle back down on my bed to reminisce on life.

   Life at this time was Megan.

   I was flooded with thoughts of her infectious smile, her beautiful blue
eyes, her lustrous blonde hair; I held on tightly to my pillow as I
imagined being with her; having her next to me; reciting my feelings to
her; telling her that she meant the world to me.  I was suspiring with
love.

   Closing my eyes, and in the middle of my reveries, I suddenly had a
replay of Megan's round ass wiggling as she turned the corner after our
earlier farewell.

   I felt that lustful tingle once again, and I brought the soft pillow to
my face.  Imagining that it was Megan's ass, I nuzzled the pillow, taking
deep breaths; wishing that my face was in between Megan's ass
cheeks...'Gawwd Megan..I already want you..'

   Then, as my hand made its way into my knickers, I realized that my pussy
was already warm and wet with arousal; I started rubbing my erect clit to
release the tension that was building up.

   As I continued to fantasize about Megan, my memory brought the smell of
her ass back to me; I remembered the warm anal smell that I had sniffed on
Megan's shorts; the dank, and yet feminine scent that I had discovered
earlier.  It made my mouth water, and I couldn't help but to groan inwardly
as I imagined its taste.

   My anxiety was increasing rapidly.  My clitoral stimulation was to no
avail, as my concentration was exclusively focused on a lustful desire to
explore Megan anally.

   My relenting desire was uncontrollable, and undeniable.  It would dig
into the deepest recesses of my weakness, and exploit my emotions at will.

   Weakened by my incredible desire to be with Megan, I decided to take a
chance, a risk; an action that in my mind was not safe in any regular day,
but that today seemed almost logical.  I decided to surprise Megan by
showing up outside of her window.

   Almost unconsciously, I threw on a pair of sweat pants, and an old
t-shirt; and I started my journey towards Megan's house.

   On my way to Megan's, I was oblivious to any kind of dangers lurking in
the dark streets; my mind had only one thought, and I was a girl on a
mission.

   My heart was pounding in my chest as I turned the corner towards Megan's
house.  `Oh Gawwd Megan...please don't deny me..' My thoughts were a bit
irrational as my emotions and expectations increased.  I was trying to
imagine the texture of Megan's warm butt cheeks on my tongue; I could
picture their silkiness on my lips; I could see the microscopic blonde
hairs adorning them; and I could almost taste the lighter spots that she
had right under each tanned butt cheek; I was determined to satiate my
exploratory desires.

   As I closed in on Megan's house, I could see that the light in her room
was on; this was a great sign.

   I cautiously tiptoed up to her window, and lightly knocked on it. 
Megan's silhouette on the bed told me that she was engrossed watching her
television.  Being careful not to disturb any of the adjacent rooms, I
knocked on her window once again, but a bit harder.

   Megan's silhouette immediately focused on the window as she hesitantly
got up to check out the noise.  Carefully, she raised one of the blinds to
see who was outside her window.  Realizing that it was me, she immediately
opened her eyes wide with surprise as her jaw almost hit the ground.

   Excitedly, she lifted her window up, and, shuffling a bit to squeeze
through, she managed to climb down to where I was.

   I thought I would die as my eyes soaked in the view directly in front of
me.

   Megan was wearing her sleeping shorts, which were plain white, and extra
skimpy.  They were cut high on her hips, and the crotch was well wedged
between her pussy lips.

   Taking in the miraculous sight, my breathing became labored, and I was
slowly becoming dizzy.

   As soon as Megan traced my gaze back to her shorts, she blushed and
apologized.

   "Ooops..didn't even realize I had this on..."

   She then went on to look around; making sure that nobody would see her
in such a revealing garment.

   "So..do you like it??.." Megan playfully spun around revealing every
angle of her angelic body.  Her shorts didn't do a great job of containing
her plump ass; her cheeks were spilling out, almost obscenely, producing a
firm jiggle as Megan spun around.

   "I think..i..it..its beautiful..." My voice came out windy and broken.

   I needed to calm down and breathe deeply; my eyes were ablaze from the
lack of oxygen, and all the blood in my head had me close to fainting.  It
was incredible what carnal desire could do to me.  I was ready to pounce on
Megan to have her right outside her window.  `Edna...calm down...please...'


   Megan's voice suddenly interrupted my internal battles.."Edna sweetie
are you okay.." Her tone was genuinely concerned.

   "I..I..I...guess I am okay........I just missed you much so ever since
this evening.."

   My eyes were pleading as I whined to Megan.

   She immediately started blushing, and confessed that she had missed me
as well.

   "I knda missed you too.."

   Then, almost mechanically, and simultaneously, we came together in a
very warm and affectionate hug.

   I felt great to have Megan in my arms again; her body felt delicious as
it cuddled against mine in our embrace.  I could feel her small perky
breasts pressing against mine, and I could feel her nipples playing an
enchanting tune on my breasts.

   Then in an inexplicable and depraved impulse, I brought my hands down to
her ass, and firmly squeezed her butt cheeks.

   Megan immediately pulled away; she was profusely blushing at the
forwardness of my action.

   "Ednaaaaaaaaa....we are outside!!...."

   Her tone was lighthearted, yet very surprised.

   "Awwwwww...Megan...I am sorryyyy...I've been thinking about it all
night.."

   My voice was whiny, and it displayed my neediness.

   "Y..Yo..You've been thinking about my ass all night??..."

   Megan asked with an extremely puzzled look on her face; trying to
understand the nature of my complaints.

   I couldn't help but to bust out laughing as I took in her comical
expression.

   "Well that is a bit counterproductive...don't you think??.."

   Megan quickly caught on with a joke, and soon joined my giggles.

   As our laughs became more infectious, we managed to alert the dog next
door, and as we heard the barks, we knew it was time to retreat.

   We immediately stopped our fun, and agreed to go inside Megan's room.

   As Megan turned around to climb back into her room, I was once again
treated to the breathtaking sight of her round buttocks.  Raising her left
thigh to place her knee on the window frame, Megan was having a bit of
difficulty stabilizing her body on one foot.  Instead of helping her, I was
deliriously lusting after her ass, which was now rippling and jiggling
deliciously as her muscles stretched and contracted with her maneuvering
actions.  `Oh goodness...that looks so good...I want to put my mouth
there..'

   Having Megan display her goods to me like this was a sweet torture; I
was salivating like a starved animal.

   As Megan managed to place both of her knees on the window frame, she was
exquisitely bending over, trying to compress her body to better fit through
the narrow window.

   Hypnotized by the blatant display of her ass pushing out, I walked up
directly behind her, and came face to face with the object of my desire.

   Her ass looked incredibly gorgeous under the moonlight; so round, so
feminine, so perfect; I was mesmerized at how luscious and juicy it looked
with Megan bending over; I was ready to worship this master piece.

   Without thinking, I brought my hands to the elastic waist band on
Megan's shorts, and started peeling them off.

   "Ednaaaaaa....nooooooo....what are you doing?" Megan's cries were
genuinely worried, yet from my strategic position, it was impossible for
Megan to turn around and stop the inevitable.

   Exploring her glorious buttocks, I immediately brought my shaky and
overexcited hands to her cheeks, spreading them to reveal her anus.

   I gasped in awe, as I took in the magnificent
sight...'Bhhheautifullll...' Her butt hole was surrounded by the prettiest
dark tan halo, which contrasted beautifully with the peach skin surrounding
it; it appeared very fragrant and flavorful, and it seemed to almost glow
under the moonlight.

   Deliriously, I brought my nose directly to her asshole, and took a very
deep and searching sniff; my eyes closed in passion, as I took in her
indecent and forbidden smell.

   "Awww Gawwd Megan..hmmmmm..hmmm..it smells great.."

   Her anal perfume was wonderful; it was deliciously musky and wild, but
very feminine in a primitive way, if you will; its raw nature had an
animalistic effect on me, and I couldn't stop myself from smelling it.  I
thought the scent of her ass was heavenly.

   Then, in a very hungry impulse, I stretched my tongue and licked around
the tan halo surrounding the hole.  Its ambrosial bitterness was exquisite
and nerve wrecking.  I was ready to eat Megan's ass to my heart's contempt.


   Everything happened so fast; and as Megan felt the wet sensation of my
tongue in between her ass cheeks, she immediately tried to pull away from
it; this caused her to stumble forward, and fall to the ground, as her
moves were constrained by her shorts around her mid thighs.

   "Ouchhh...ouchh...awwwwch...." Megan cried in pain.

   Attempting to use her legs to cushion the fall, she bounced on her left
knee, and landed fully on her ass.

   Realizing the severity of her fall, I climbed up the window in a
heartbeat, and went to the rescue of my beloved friend.

   I immediately started apologizing, as I sat next to her on the ground,
watching her rub her butt cheeks.

   "Oh Megan..please forgive me..I am so sorry...so so sorry...I didn't
mean that.." As I looked at her face, I could tell that was genuinely in
pain.

   I felt a knot on my throat, as I was sure that I had caused her to hurt
herself badly.  I would never forgive myself for this.

   "Megan...please tell me...are you okay??...  I am so sorry..."

   My concern was almost bringing tears to my eyes, when I heard her
playful infantile voice...  "Now you're going to have to kishhh it"

   As luck would have it, not only was Megan alright, but she was openly
offering herself to me.

   Her playful remark managed to set me on fire, as a powerful wave of lust
swept my entire body.

   I immediately pounced on her, and started kissing as much of her thighs
as I could; being on her side, it made it difficult for me to access her
entirely; so I squeezed my hand in between her thighs, which were now, one
on top of the other, and motioned for her to get on her knees. 
"Hehehe...hehe.." Megan giggled, as she enjoyed my aggressive desperation.

   She immediately complied, and gave me full access to her partially
uncovered buttocks.

   Under the warm yellow light of the room, her ass had a totally new
perspective.  I could see every nook and cranny of her majestic behind. 
Still inflamed from the accident, her ass cheeks were blotched with red
spots, testifying to the fact that it had been a hard fall.  I immediately
brought my lips down to her left cheek, and gave it a couple of tender and
caring kisses; I gave the same treatment to the left cheek, making sure
that I was covering all of my ground.  Then, as I was busy showering her
warm cheeks with kisses, I saw the cutest and most unusual sight; her
asshole open and closed in a winking motion.

   Pleasantly surprised by the cute display, and enchanted with lust, I
brought my nose down to her asshole and sniffed it again.

   "Hmmmmmm...hmmmmm....Mhhhhegannn..your asshole smells great
sweetiehhhh..."

   My opinion was truthful and honest, despite its vulgar nature.

   "Hehehehe...you are disgusting...hehehehe..." Megan was being her normal
playful self, and I loved the fact that she felt so at ease with me
exploring her most private part.

   Then, refusing to cope with the hunger any longer, I brought my lips
directly on top of Megan's butt hole, and started French kissing it.

   I was very hungry, and it showed in the voracity of my attack.  It felt
extremely right to have my mouth on Megan's asshole.

   The taste of her flesh was amazing, and the bitter sweet taste of the
skin surrounding her asshole was delectable.  Her anal smell was also very
present; keeping me high and intoxicated as I ate her out; providing a raw
atmosphere that kept my lustful drive in full power.

   "Dhhhoo.do you like it...hmmmm..hmmm..." The irrational perfectionist in
me asked Megan.

   "It...it..aghhhh...its ky...kyn...kinda weird...but I...ughhhhhh...like
it.." My anal ministrations were having their effect on Megan.

   I really got into making out with Megan's anus, and my lips were doing
quite a bit of sucking as I feverishly kissed her puckered hole.  The
warmth of her skin on my lips was just incredible.

   Then, as I decided to explore more daringly, I pushed the tip of my
tongue into her anus.  This produced a loud squeal from Megan, followed by
giggles, as she expressed the sensations she was feelings.

   "ayyyy...hehehehehe...that tickles a lot.."

   Engrossed on my explorations, I ignored Megan's complaints, and
continued to search around with my tongue.  Her anus was incredibly hot,
and it felt a bit sticky and rubbery on my tongue, yet I loved it texture.
I decided to push my tongue a bit deeper, eliciting a small groan from
Megan, as she tightened her warm sphincter around my tongue.

   "Unghhhhhh...." Megan's groan was guttural.

   I attempted to release the pressure by impaling my tongue deeper inside
her anus; and this in turn produced a louder groan from Megan.

   "Awwwhhnggggggg...  shhhit..."

   I was oblivious to any of Megan's feelings and sensations, as I was
fully engrossed with the task in front of me.  Unconsciously, I was trying
to get her to loosen her rectum, for a better and more satisfying
penetration.

   Almost mechanically, I started pushing my tongue in and out of her anus;
hoping that she would loosen her grip.  I was unconsciously giving her
asshole a fervent tongue fucking, which had Megan moaning in earnest.

   "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...fuck...ahhh...yess..ahhh..."

   Megan lost any reserve left, and was now rhythmically pushing back,
fucking my tongue energetically.

   As the heat of passion took over, Megan gradually loosened her grip on
my tongue, providing me with a more comfortable access to her still very
tight rectum.

   We were both besides ourselves; moaning and grunting; liberating our
sexuality and sensuality; sweating in the now very heated room; expressing
our love and affection in very unique and different ways; we were two great
friends coming to terms.

   "Gawwd Ednaaa...you do that real
good...ahhh...ahhhh..ahhhhh...ahhh..ahhh"

   "nghhh...nggghhh..nghhh..nghhh...nghhh...nghhhh..." My incoherent groans
were muffled, as my tongue was captive to Megan's asshole.

   After a prolonged tonguing, my lingual thrusts created a vacuum inside
Megan's anus, which elicited sharp quif like sounds, adding to our symphony
of forbidden tunes.

   As Megan's passion sky rocketed, she detached herself from my tongue,
and quickly spun around, spreading her legs lewdly, showing me how wet her
vagina was.  Then, looking directly into my eyes, and with an almost
defying gaze, she pushed her hip upwards; signaling for me to go get it.

   "You want some?...." Her voice was rasp and sensual.

   "AAAAwwwwwwwhhhh...yesss..." I moaned loudly as I fell on my stomach
with my face in between Megan's legs.

   This time there was no playing or experimenting, I was ready to fuck.

   As my mouth made contact with her saturated vagina, I started sucking
hard and passionately.  Megan immediately made it clear that she was ready
to come, as she placed her hands on the back of my head, while she freely
rode my mouth.

   My lips made out with her slick vagina, as my tongue avidly scoured her
gelatinous walls.  Megan's clit was erect, and poking my upper lip as I
nourished on her genitals.  Her hot vulva was very live and pulsating.  It
felt great in my mouth.

   As we heatedly coupled, we stared each other in the eye; there was no
shame any more, or even shyness; we had lost all inhibitions and
constraints; we understood our agreement, our covenant; we were just two
teenagers taking care of their needs; we were good friends accepting their
roles in a new blossoming relationship.

   Megan was given me a healthy dose of pussy milk, which was
unrestrainedly trickling down my throat.  The warm sensation of her cream
in my throat was quickly becoming a highlight in our sexual encounters.

   After a couple of minutes of frantic sucking and licking, Megan was
ready climax.

   "Ahh..ahhh..ahhhh...shiiit...Edna...Edn..ahhh..ahhh..I think it...its
coming.."

   I could feel her body tensing from the approaching climax.

   "Awwwww...ayyyyy...ayyyy...ffffuuuuckkkkk......ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy"


   Megan exploded in my mouth, discharging her thick vaginal juices, just
letting herself run inside my mouth.  It was great to have my gorgeous
friend release the product of our passion inside of me.  I joyfully
swallowed her offerings, showing my acceptance of her intimate gift to me.

   Megan fell to the side drenched in sweat and limp as a rag doll.  I
immediately laid my head on her slick thigh, as I was spent as well, with
and aching jaw and swollen lips.  I was in heaven.

   Next to Megan, I could only think of how in love I was, and how
beautiful life had turned out to be.  I would have never imagined that
there was so much happiness out in the world, so much joy; I felt
incredibly lucky and blessed.  How my life had changed was beyond my
wildest dreams.  I would forever remember these moments of happiness, even
if my life was to face more turmoil.  I felt like I had a purpose in this
unforgiving world.

   The next couple of days in school were awesome.  I was living in a
little world of happiness, in which Megan was the only other habitant.  I
would spend every minute that I could with her; meeting her after each of
her classes; seeking her to have lunch with her; and cheering for her at
the volleyball games and practices.  I was helplessly in love, and
everything was beautiful and promising.

   And then it happened.  There it was again.  That creepy and ominous
feeling; the omen; the presaging of ill-fortune.  Maybe I inherited the
gift from one of my parents, or maybe I was just born with it.  But I could
feel it quickly approaching; it was something big, something powerful;
something that threatened to demolish my castle of happiness; something
that defiantly menaced to separate me from my love Megan.

   Lisa had been observing our behavior around school; studying our every
move; keeping track of our quick sexual trips to the restrooms; watching
our happy after class reunions.  Maybe it was jealousy or perhaps just
plain curiosity, but she set herself on a quest to find out the harsh
truth.

   It was obvious that she had not discovered my relationship with Megan,
as she constantly and insistently questioned me about our little trips
without her.  Knowing Lisa well, she would have blatantly mentioned it to
my face, as it was her nature to be immature, but direct.  Instead her
questions would deviate along the paths of drug consumption.  Lisa
suspected that maybe we were smoking pot or doing something along those
lines.  This was quite a relief to me, as I would have rather have Lisa
thinking that we were doing drugs, as opposed to her finding out that I was
in Love with Megan.  Yet, I kept her in the dark by denying any suspicions
of any kind that she had.

   Then, one day as the three of us were hanging out in the gym, after
class, it happened.

   Lisa expressed her anger and jealousy with tears; she had been feeling
left out, and it was not fair.  After she had been one of our best friends,
she couldn't understand what had happened.  Why were we ignoring her, or at
least paying less attention to her.  Why was she not invited to our
spontaneous outings; our little trips to the movies; why were we so
distant.

   Lisa could be very immature at times, but she was very sweet as well. 
As opposed to Megan, Lisa was more conscious of her beauty, and she more
inclined to using her charms to get what she wanted.  She also had a great
sense of humor, almost like Megan, but a bit darker at times.  Lisa was
great gorgeous girl.

   She had been a great friend to us, and to see her cry with such feeling,
left Megan and I without a choice.  We had to tell the truth, there was no
other way; we had to reveal everything.

   "Lisa...we are sorry...we had no idea you felt that way..." Megan
apologized for both of us.

   "Lisa...it is...its....well its weird...and its embarrassing....I don't
know how to tell you..." I felt a bit nervous about being judged by Lisa.

   "What is it Ednaaaaaa.....please tell meeeee..." Lisa's voice was whiny
as she implored for an answer.

   Then she looked at Megan, with puppy dog eyes, begging for the truth.

   "Megaaannnnnnnn!!!"

   Somehow Megan understood that it was most appropriate for me to reveal
the truth, and she could only lower her gaze, feeling moved by Lisa's
pleading.

   "L..Lii..Lisa...I am a LESBIAN...." I could hardly hold her gaze as I
revealed the truth.

   We became silent for a couple of minute, as we waited for Lisa to come
off of her shock.

   "Are...y...you...serious??" Lisa asked extremely puzzled, as she dried
the last tears from her attentive eyes.  Her tone was very childish, as she
couldn't fully grasp the concept.

   "You...mean you like other girls and stuff?...." Lisa asked with an
enthusiastic tone, as her face showed the faintest grin.  Her mood rapidly
changed with the nature of the news.

   Somehow Lisa found my revelation very entertaining, and she was soon
asking away.

   "So did you and Megan like...you know...." Her tone displayed a naughty
curiosity.  Megan and I could only blush at Lisa's forwardness, but then
again we were not surprised, as we had always known her to be like that. 
We gave her the facts of our relationship; we explained to her that Megan
was straight, but that she liked to receive as much as liked to give.  It
was made clear in our recounting that I was a pleaser.

   Lisa was very engrossed in our story; attentively listening, and every
now and then saying some sarcastic or smart ass remark.  We were all being
ourselves, as we giggled and joked around; it felt great to have Lisa
openly accept me.  Maybe it was her immaturity, or maybe she did not know
the complexity of the matter, but in any case it felt great to have her on
my side.

   "I can't believe you all do those things...that's nasty....hehehehe..."
Lisa's nose was crinkled as she joked around about the nastiness of our
acts.

   "Lisaaaaa...stooop...its not nasty....plus I like it..." I stuck out my
tongue at Lisa, as I was getting in a very playful mood.

   "Heheheheh...heheheheheh..." Megan could only giggle at our funny
remarks.

   "Uuuuuuugh..thats disgusting..." Lisa kept joking around, as she kept
her nose crinkled.

   Then, for the craziest reason, I came up with a very naught idea;
feeling challenged to disprove Lisa, I decided to give her a quick display.


   Looking at Megan, I gave her a mischievous smile and asker her..."wanna
show Lisa??..."

   Megan returned the naughty smile, agreeing and accepting the challenge.

   Carefully looking around to make sure that we were alone, Megan spread
her thighs, giving my hand enough access to reach her crotch; as my fingers
touched her covered vagina, I made sure I rubbed it as I looked at Lisa. 
Lisa was profusely blushing, with her hands covering her mouth; she could
not believe our audacity.  Megan could not help but to blush a bit as she
saw Lisa's reaction.  Then, feeling a little bolder, I hooked my middle
finger inside Megan's shorts and quickly fingered her in front of Lisa. 
Megan gave out a small grunt as I did this.  Lisa was soaking everything
in; she was truly perplexed.  Then, to eliminate any remaining doubt, I
brought the wet sticky finger directly under my nose and sniffed it; then,
looking into Megan's eyes, I sucked on it.

   "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuggg.....hehehehehehehehehe...hehehe...Oh my God
Ednaaa...you are nuts..hehehe..." Lisa went almost ballistic as she
witnessed my closing act.

   "See...I told you...!" I stuck out my tongue at her once more; just to
stay in the playful mood.

   Lisa was definitely having fun with our little games, and I am sure she
had gotten more than her tears had bargained for, and even though she had
taken the entire situation lightheartedly, her eyes were showing signs of
an internal battle.  I knew it couldn't be easy to just ignore such a big
change happening around her, especially involving her two best friends, who
she trusted and appreciated.  Yet, I was very confident that she would come
around, and let things be like they used to.

   Then it slowly started to happen.  Destiny was not to be denied.

   In the next couple of days, Lisa was showing particular interest in me.
She would hang out with me more than usual; she would ask me questions
related to my encounters with Megan, hot and very sexual questions; she
would want to know how many times Megan came in my mouth; if I enjoyed
having her climax in my mouth.  At first I thought it was just her being
immature and silly as always, but then I realized that there was genuine
concern in her questions; there was a growing interest; she was becoming
curious to know how it felt to be pleased by a hot mouth.  The danger was
imminent; it was lurking; looking for signs of weakness; I knew that if I
slipped, I could loose Megan forever.  Yet when I found myself answering
Lisa's questions, I could feel my blood warming up; I could feel my
clitoris twitch and my nipples harden.  Having a gorgeous All America
Blonde teenager like Lisa asking me these questions was extremely tempting.


   The few classes that we had together, I could feel Lisa staring at me,
studying me; and every time that I caught her staring, she would hold her
gaze, defiantly sending a message.  One time, the three of us had a class
together, and despite Megan's presence, Lisa was still relentless; her
flirts, very subtle, but nerve wrecking to me.  On one occasion, as I
caught her staring at me, she slowly spread her thighs, and pushed her
swollen crotch forward, while still staring me in the eyes.  I could not
stop my gaze from moving back and forth between her delicious looking
crotch and her gorgeous blue eyes.

   I was slowly falling prisoner to a vicious fate, which threatened to
ruin my life once again.  I needed to be strong; I needed to avoid
temptations; I loved Megan, and I didn't want to loose her; yet I could
feel my weakness, slowly and surely taking over......What a dilemma

   Please let me know if you want to read Chapter 5 (the betrayal)...thanks
for reading..