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Will She? (FF)
by anne018bi (anne018bi@aol.com)
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It had been too long and I was going crazy. After playing around
with Amy for a half a year, I had decided that I needed someone who
wanted to love me, instead of someone who only thought that sex with
me was fun. Amy was good. She knew just how to tease, just how to
touch, and just how to get me off. Maybe Amy was too good. The
moment we were behind a closed door she would have her mouth on
mine, a hand on my breast, and the other down my paints. She would
give me an orgasm before the kiss ended. It was too bad that she
couldn't give me some love with the sex. That's why I dumped her,
and that's why I'm out looking again. The months of watching the
girls had convinced me that I was the only lesbian in the whole damn
school! After months of looking for a new partner and making love to
my hand, I had gotten desperate.
I took inventory of my straight girlfriends, hoping to discover
if one of them might be ready to try something different with me. They
all typically cycled through their boyfriends, finding another one
quickly after getting over the old one. On the weekends, when they
didn't have dates, we usually gathered together and talked about sex
and guys. They all thought that Amy's name was Andy, and that we were
madly in love. We talked about how good our boys kissed. We told
about how well they fucked. We agreed that we all loved sex. Nobody
knew that I didn't like guys. They all felt sorry for me because I hadn't
found someone after "Andy". So I watched my girlfriends for some
indication that one of them was ready to replace a lover. I was ready
to risk my friendship with all of them for the chance that I might be
able to bring one of them to my kind of lovemaking. I was that
desperate.
When Judy learned that her boyfriend wanted to date other girls
when he went away to college, she became quite upset. She and Mark
had been together for all of senior year, and she thought that they were
going to get engaged before he left for school. Now, that scenario had
fallen apart.
"I'm really pissed at that asshole!" Judy told us. "I told him
that I didn't want to see him anymore. Maybe he'll miss me so much
that he'll come crawling back, telling me that he doesn't want anyone
else but me!" She said and began to cry.
"You know that it might not work out that way, Judy." Beth told
her as she took her into her arms to comfort her. Judy buried her face
in Beth's shoulder and continued to sob. "Why is it that boys don't
understand what commitment is all about?" She continued. Judy, still
in her embrace, picked her head up to respond to Beth's rhetorical
question. Their faces were inches apart. When Beth realized that they
were violating each other's space, she quickly released her showing a
hint of embarrassment.
"Well, I don't know what else to do. I'm not going to wait for
him while he's chasing girls around his school!" Judy said as she slowly
paced around my living room. "How do you get by without a man for so
long, Anne?"
"I don't know." I replied. "I guess I just go from day to day and
hope I get lucky eventually." We've never talked to each other about
masturbation. That is how I've dealt with my needs, but I didn't want
to tell her something like that. At least not in front of the other girls.
"Well, I don't know how you do it." Judy continued. "I don't look
forward to being along this summer. I'll get too fucking horny without
somebody!" That was when I knew who was going to be my target. Judy
was vulnerable, and she was already worried about what to do about her
unused sex drive.
2.
It was the very next weekend when I convinced Judy to spend the
night at my house. The other girls were going to be busy with their
guys, and I convinced her that we should keep ourselves entertained.
My mom and dad would be home, but my room was in the attic. It was
out of the way and totally private. My plan was simple. We were going
to talk openly and truthfully about sex. I was going to make the topic
hot and steamy. We were going to get so hot that we only had each other
to turn to.
Judy arrived after lunch, and we immediately went up to my room
and sat down on the floor. She pulled a few magazines off a shelf and
started flipping through them. Johnny Mathis was singing about missing
his girl, and Judy let out a few sighs. The music was setting the mood
for us quite nicely.
"Gee, Anne! It's kind of hot up here, isn't it?" She said as the
song finished.
"Yeah, sorry. Attics do that. I kind of like it sometimes." I
replied. I had kept my room closed up, and it was very warm up there.
"Why don't we put on our pajamas? We're not going anywhere." Judy
was wearing jeans and must have been very warm and uncomfortable.
"I didn't bring any. I was going to sleep in my shirt and panties."
She answered. "I sleep in the nude at home."
"Well, I'm going to put on a night shirt." I said as I stood up
and walked over to my dresser. Johnny Mathis started singing "Chances
Are". I pulled out my XXXlarge UCLA tee shirt and threw it on the
floor where I had been sitting in front of Judy. "You don't mind if I
get comfortable, do you?"
"No, go right ahead, Anne." She sighed. The music was keeping
her in a lonesome kind of mood. I unsnapped my cut-offs as I walked
to where I had thrown my tee shirt. When I got there, I peeled off my
pants along with my panties and tossed them on the bed. When I finished
pulling my shirt over my head, I glanced down at her in time to notice
that she had been examining my body. When she saw that I had looked
down, she moved her gaze toward the stereo. I felt a stirring begin
in my loins when I realized that she was looking at me.
"They are getting there, aren't they?" I ask, grabbing both of
my breasts.
"Huh? Oh...ya, I guess." She replied, looking back up at me. I
placed my hands under my breasts and bounced them a few times. A small
smile rose on Judy's face. I felt my nipples tighten.
"I wish I had someone to appreciate them." I continued. "This
being without a main squeeze really sucks!" I took my nipples between
my fingers and rolled them around. She acted a little surprised at my
unexpected behavior, but she didn't stop watching as I fondled my boobs.
"Anne!" My mother shouted from the foot of the stairs.
"What!?" I shouted back as I threw on my night shirt and poked
my head out of my door.
"We just got tickets to today's Bulls playoff game!" She continued
when she saw me.
"We're going to be out late. Are you two going to be OK?"
"Sure, mom. Have fun and don't worry about us!" I replied. This
was great. We were going to have the whole place to ourselves! That
was one problem I didn't have to worry about. I closed the door and
looked into the mirror at myself. My erect nipples stuck out through
the material. The bottom of the large shirt stopped about half way
between my knees and crotch. I looked and felt very sexy. I was
hopping that Judy thought so too! I stuck my chest out and began
pinching my nipples again. I wanted her to notice that I was making
myself horny. "I haven't had sex for four months!" I said into the
mirror. "How long has it been for you, Judy?"
"Just a few weeks." She replied. "Four months, huh? How can
you stand it?"
"Don't know." I said as I closed my eyes, bit my lower lip, and
rotated my palms into my breasts. "Sometime like this, but it's not
the same." I felt that my pussy was getting wet.
"Yeah! Not!" She answered as she stood up. Her face looked a
little reddish. I didn't know if it was from the hot attic or if I was
making her blush. We heard the screen door slam as my parents left.
"Are you sure you don't want one of these?" I ask, pulling another
over size tee shirt out of my dresser. "You're looking really warm
there, girl!"
"Ah, well..." She started. Her gaze want back to my sexy attire.
I stuck my chest out again, and gave her a sexy pose.
"Doesn't this look comfortable?" I pulled the bottom of the shirt
out like it was a dress, and spun around modeling it.
"Shit, why not!" She conceded. I threw the shirt on the bed and
she began to get undressed.
"Lose the bra too, Judy!" I said as she started to put the tee
shirt over her head. She stopped with her arms half in the shirt over
her head. Looking down at her bra she considered the idea. Slowly, she
turned her back to me and dropped her bra on the bed. With her back
to me, I took the opportunity to test the wetness of my pussy. It's lips
were swelling, the clit was sensitive, and the inside of the slit was
quite wet. When my finger had broken the seal of my pussy, the aroma
of my sex surrounded me. It was unmistakable.
"There, that's better!" She said as she piled her clothes out of
the way, and pulled her hair long away from her sweaty face and neck.
She then walked up next to me and looked in the mirror with me.
"Look! We're twins!" I said, looking at the both of us in the
mirror. "Except my shirt is U.C.L.A. and yours is U. of I." The
Johnny Mathus CD began to play the introduction to "I look at you",
and I again place my hands on my shirt over my breasts. Looking at
Judy's reflection, I saw that her hands had also moved up on her shirt,
and she was squeezing her breasts too. Our eyes locked as Johnny
Mathus began to sing:
I look at you, and I say to myself
What more could I want, if I had you
But I wouldn't dare to speak it out loud
I stand and I stare, my head in a cloud.
I look at you, and I say to heart
What chance would I have, why let the fire start
I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace
Yet when we're face to face,
I just look at you.
His singing stopped and the song went to chorus. We both had
stopped massaging our breasts, and our eyes remained locked. The
song had a strong effect on me, giving me butterflies in my stomach
and a small tear in my eye. The smell of sex hung in the air around
us. Judy was biting her lip, and Johnny Mathus picked up again with
the end of the song:
I long to know the thrill of your sweet embrace
Yet when we're face to face, I just look at you.
The song ended, and Judy let her hands drop to her sides. "What's
going on here, Anne?" Her breaths were long and deep, and her face
was even redder.
"I'm guessing that we are both lonely and we're getting horny."
I finally replied. The music had finished. The room was very quiet,
and my words hung in the air. Judy wrapped her long thick hair in
her arms and folded them on top of her head, which lifted the shirt
above her crotch. She was deep in thought, and I couldn't help but to
stare at her exposed mound in the mirror.
"Well..." Judy started, finally breaking the silence. "what are
we going to do about it?" I looked back up to her face and saw that
she had a wicked smile. I couldn't think of anything to say because
I didn't expect that she would make the first move. She then turned
away from the mirror and looked directly at me. "Have you ever
fantasized about trying it, Anne?"
"Trying it? W...What?" I stammered, trying to sound surprised at
her question. My heart was in my throat, beating rapidly with
anticipation. I turned away from her reflection and my eyes first
landed on her breasts. She still was holding her hair above her head
which made her boobs stick out just inches from me. I resisted
reaching out for them.
"You know what I'm talking about." She replied. "You aren't
going to be shy, are you?"
She slowly started to moved her face toward mine, her eyes looking
down at my lips. When she got close enough for me to feel her hot
breath, I closed my eyes and waited for our first kiss. I felt her nose
slid in next to mine, and her lips softly landed on mine. She let go of
her hair, and it landed like a tent around our faces. Her hands moved
down my back and gently pulled our bodies together. Her tongue pushed
between my teeth and started to search around the insides of my mouth.
It was very wet, much more than my tongue. I reached around her and
grabbed the cheeks of her butt. Pulling tightly, I moved her leg against
my wet pussy and I began to ride it. Our tongues continued dancing.
"I want you, Judy." I said when the kiss ended.
"Then take me!" She whispered in my ear. I pulled her shirt over
her head and removed my own. "Come, sweet little hot Anne!" She said
as she laid on the bed with her arms reaching out for me. As I sat on
her legs, her hands caught my head and brought it back up to her face.
She moved my mouth to her lips for another kiss. Then she very slowly
lowered me to her neck and then down to her chest. I was licking and
kissing as I went. I just let her move my mouth to where she wanted it.
When she moved me over her nipple, she only left me close enough to
flick it with my tongue. Then she moved it to the other nipple for the
same thing. When her nipple was wet enough, I blew on it and watched as
it tighten up. Judy released her grip on me, and I started to slowly kiss
my way down her chest and onto her belly. I planted French kisses
everywhere and occasionally nipped very lightly with my teeth. After
what seemed like several minutes, I reached her belly button. I blew
lightly and licked it deeply with the tip of my tongue. Judy began to
squirm and groan. Slowly kissing my way down toward her pelvic area
with big wet French kisses, I finally reached the top of her triangle.
I carefully took one hair between my teeth and pulled it gently but
firmly. I repeated the process again and again, slowly working my way
down toward her wet pussy and throbbing clit.
"Open up, Judy." I asked as I settled in between her legs. "It's
time!" Judy lifted her legs and grabbed her knees, giving herself
totally to me.
"Oh! Anne! Please hurry!" She begged. I lightly licked the inside
of her left leg, from her knee to her pussy. Just as I reached the edge
of her moist folds, I licked very lightly along its side. "Oh!" She
grunted with a deep tone, and pulled back on her legs tightly. I
returned my mouth to her left knee and again began slowly moving up
her wet thigh with wet big French kisses. Again, as I reached the edge
of her pussy, I licked lightly along the side right next to her swollen
lips. Finally, my tongue moved right onto her slit. Slowly licking
upward, it stopped on the folds of skin that hid her clitoris. Slipping
my tongue inside, I got my first taste of her sex. It was sweet and very
hot. When I located her clit, I moved the flaps of skin aside with my
lips and sucked it in between my teeth. Judy quickly grabbed my head
and started to cum. Her legs clamped onto my head, and she began to
rock back and forth. Her orgasms came in waves, one after another.
When they finally slowed down, she relaxed her grip, and I sat up on
the bed.
"We're going to have so much fun now, Judy." I said as I slipped a
finger deep into her pussy. "We aren't going to be lonely ever again!"
I slowly started sliding my finger in and out of her wet fuck canal.
She closed her eyes, smiled, and let her next orgasm begin. "We aren't
going to be lonely ever again."
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