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Who Needs Love
by Your Ghost (address withheld)
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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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