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Who Needs Love
by Your Ghost (address withheld)

***

Fourteen year old Ellen Wisdom lay on the living room 
sofa, bored out of her mind. Rainy Sunday afternoons 
were always the most boring days in the history of the 
world, and she would have given her left arm, her right 
leg, and one of her boobs just for something to do. (f-
solo. Mast, oral)

***

Fourteen year old Ellen Wisdom lay on the living room 
sofa, bored out of her mind. Rainy Sunday afternoons 
were always the most boring days in the history of the 
world, and she would have given her left arm, her right 
leg, and one of her boobs just for something to do.

"Ellen, you haven't cleaned up your room this weekend," 
Ellen's mom said as she sat at the dining room table, 
sorting through a stack of bills.

Okay, something fun to do.

Ellen picked up the remote and flipped through several 
channels, but there was nothing on but sports and 
religious shows and kid shows. She knew there was a 
cheerleader competition thing on the USA channel, but 
that was still about two hours away. She could die 
before then.

"Ellen, clean up your room," Mom ordered.

"Fine," Ellen said with a melodramatic sigh. She 
wandered out of the living room and to her bedroom, 
where she halfheartedly pulled a week's collection of 
dirty socks from under her bed. She carried them in 
both hands over to her closet and tossed them in her 
hamper, then went back and fished under the bed some 
more. Out came a pair of panties and a bra, which she 
also carried over to the hamper. There were some more 
clothes in the corner, a blouse and a pair of jeans and 
another pair of underwear, all of which were also 
condemned to her hamper.

Ellen stopped, put her hands on her hips, and looked 
around her room; no more clothes laying around that she 
could see. There were other things, books and notebooks 
and stuff still littering the place, but as far as she 
was concerned she'd done more than enough work for the 
moment. For the whole month, even. She needed to lay 
down. Cleaning up was not only boring, it was also 
exhausting.

She flopped onto her bed with another sigh, although 
this one was more tired than melodramatic. She laid 
there for several moments, until she realized that she 
was uncomfortable. Her bra was squeezing her like a 
vise. She sat up, unbuttoned and removed her blouse, 
then took her bra off. She slipped her blouse back on 
and buttoned it, then laid down again. She was still 
for all of three seconds before she was sitting back 
up, in dire need to be doing something. But what?

She scooted off of her bed and went to the full length 
mirror on her closet door. She looked at herself 
closely, critically. She was a pretty girl, although 
she wouldn't have said she was beautiful, despite the 
fact that lots of other people had told her she was.

She had bright blonde, shoulder length hair, large 
brown eyes, high cheekbones, a small girlish nose that 
she hated, and thin lips on a too wide mouth. At least 
she had good skin, smooth and soft, with no zits, thank 
God. As she let her eyes travel downward, she had to 
admit to herself that she had a fairly decent body too: 
nice, round boobs, a narrow waist and slim hips, a 
small butt, and a flat belly. Long slinky legs. And 
tiny feet. She was always turning heads at school or 
the mall or anywhere else she went, and not just the 
heads of guys her own age, but older guys too. Even men 
her dad's age checked her out.

'Yeah,' she thought, 'I'm a beauty, alright.' Except it 
wasn't guys' heads she wanted to turn. Ellen liked 
girls.

It was her big secret. Nobody in the world knew, not 
even her best friend Paula. And as far as Ellen was 
concerned, it would be best if it stayed that way, at 
least for a few more years. Maybe until she was out of 
high school and living on her own. Then she could come 
out of the closet, maybe meet a girl and fall in love. 
Move to San Francisco or Greenwich Village and write 
poems while her lover worked in construction.

The problem with that plan, though, was that, until 
then, Ellen would have to live with being lonely and 
without love. The thought made her sad, and mad at the 
world, but what could she do?

'I could masturbate,' she thought. 'That might make me 
feel a little better. Good idea, Ellen.'

She turned from her mirror and sat on the end of her 
bed. She took her shoes and socks off, then stood up 
and removed her blouse, then her jeans and her panties. 
Once she was naked she went back to her mirror, looked 
at her nude body for a few moments, said, "Yeah, you're 
hot," then lay down on her bed.

Ellen got herself comfortable, with her head on her 
pillow, then closed her eyes and began to caress 
herself as she imagined making out with another girl. 
Specifically, her best friend Paula.

Paula was gorgeous. She had long fine dark hair, small 
green eyes, and the cutest little baby nose (on Paula 
it looked cute). Plus, she had a killer bod, much nicer 
than Ellen's, and she had the most perfectly round 
boobs Ellen had ever seen. Ellen imagined kissing 
Paula's mouth as she took those perfect boobs in her 
hands and squeezed them gently, played with her 
nipples, slid her hand down Paula's smooth tummy to her 
pubic hair. Touched her and rubbed her there. Made her 
moan with pleasure.

But not make her come. That would, well, come later. 
After Ellen had sucked on Paula's nipples, and licked 
her pussy. Like a mad girl.

'God,' Ellen thought, 'I would SO love to lick Paula's 
pussy. Just do the heck out of her with my mouth and 
tongue and fingers. I would be so good at it that she'd 
totally fall in love with me.'

All the while that Ellen had been thinking these 
things, she'd been touching her own boobs, pinching her 
own nipples, and rubbing her own pussy with her 
fingers, and it felt good. But now, as she thought 
about Paula falling in love with her, holding her and 
kissing her passionately and whispering 'I Love You,' 
the feelings inside of her grew stronger. The heat and 
pressure built, and within moments she felt her orgasm 
washing through her like a warm loving wave.

In the afterglow Ellen opened her eyes, stared up at 
the ceiling, and thought about what she'd just done. It 
was totally nuts, of course. Not the masturbating, she 
did that all the time, but the fantasy. The whole 
falling in love thing. Paula was totally straight, she 
could never love Ellen the way she wanted to be loved.

'Besides,' Ellen thought to herself, 'who said I wanted 
to fall in love anyway? That's just asking for 
trouble.'

What Ellen really needed, she thought, was nothing more 
than some hot satisfying sex. Someone to give her pussy 
a good energetic munching. She'd never had anyone do 
that to her before, nor had she done it to anyone else. 
But how could she do those things without anybody 
finding out?

Elizabeth thought about it for a while, and eventually 
the idea came to her; if she couldn't do it with 
someone else, maybe...she could do it to herself? Was 
that even possible?

'Don't know why not,' she thought. 'I can suck my own 
nipples, so why not lick my own pussy? Just call it 'Do 
It Yourself Love'"

She realized, though, that it might take some 
acrobatics. Fortunately, she was a pretty flexible 
girl, thanks to all those gymnastics classes she'd 
taken when she was younger.

Ellen thought a minute, curled her body up, wrapping 
her arms around her legs and resting her knees on each 
side of her head. Now her pussy was less than a foot 
away from her face. She couldn't lift her head, so she 
had to curl herself up some more, almost into a ball. 
Now her pubic hair was tickling her nose. Elizabeth 
strained a little more, and finally she managed to 
touch her lips to her pussy.

She noticed the smell first, which was a combination of 
the herbal douche she used and what had to be her own 
natural scent. It didn't smell particularly sexy, but 
she had to admit that there was something very 
attractive about it. She imagined this was what Paula's 
pussy must smell like.

Elizabeth took a deep breath (as best she could; it 
wasn't easy when you were curled up into a ball), then 
closed her eyes and pressed her lips more firmly 
against her pussy. She opened her mouth, brought out 
her tongue, and gave herself a tentative lick.

'Hmm,' she thought to herself. 'A little musky, but not 
bad.'

She licked herself again, two or three times, then 
wormed her tongue in between the lips of her pussy. She 
pushed it in and out of herself, then did some more 
licking, and as she did so she could feel a slight heat 
of sexual pleasure growing inside of her. 

Elizabeth continued to lick herself, quickening the 
movements of her lips and tongue. She slid one hand 
around and over her butt and stuck a finger into her 
pussy. She began to fuck herself with it as she licked 
and sucked on her own clit, and the pleasure within her 
grew and grew, hot, then white hot. Finally, it burst 
inside of her, causing her to tremble and moan into her 
own pussy hair.

As soon as it was over Elizabeth uncurled her body and 
lay prone on her bed, naked and sweaty, and very, very 
pleased with herself. Even amazed. After all, how many 
people could say that they could give AND received oral 
sex at the same time, with nobody else around?

She briefly wondered if girls like Shannen Miller and 
Sasha Cohen did stuff like that. Probably. They were 
certainly limber enough.

Then she wondered if Paula could do it too.

'Paula,' she thought. She could see her friend's 
beautiful face in her mind, her lovely green eyes, her 
shy sweet smile. Her perfect boobs. Maybe she could 
show Paula how to do it? Now that would definitely be 
something fun to do.

After some consideration, though, Elizabeth nixed the 
idea. Like love, it would just lead to trouble. And who 
needs love when you can do it yourself?

End

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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