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Making Noise
by Pink Neon (pink_neon@yahoo.com)

***

A girl comes of age and finds a way to accept her 
gayness with the help of a friend. (ff-teens, youths, 
1st-lesbian-expr, rom)

***

I don't know, but for some reason I've always felt 
different. The other girls in my class were all starting 
to go boy-crazy and I just didn't get it. I dated a 
little, kissing, getting felt up, but it never really 
seemed to be as interesting as the other girls made it 
out to be. It wasn't as if the boys weren't interested 
in me. I have dark red hair and a fair complexion. The 
boys all considered me pretty, even though I thought my 
breasts were too small and my butt too big.

But still, I just never found boys all that interesting. 
I had guy friends, it wasn't like I didn't like guys, 
but I just didn't like them the way all my female 
friends seemed to. I started to worry that I might be 
gay. I knew that there were a lot of people in my small 
town who disapproved of homosexuality. And I was raised 
to think that it was wrong to like somebody your own 
gender, that way. So when I started to find myself 
attracted to the other girls in my class, I got very 
worried. I became depressed and moody and started to 
shut myself off from my friends.

One day, after gym class, I was changing in the locker 
room and noticed Terry. She was very tall, almost six 
foot. She had flowing dark brown hair halfway down her 
arched back and a trim, athletic build. I couldn't keep 
my eyes off her. She had just started school here, she 
had moved in from Colorado. She was lovely. At night, 
when I couldn't control myself any longer and started to 
touch myself, it was her angelic face that was in my 
mind's eye.

It didn't take long for me to develop a giant crush on 
Terry. I was thinking about her day and night. But I was 
so ashamed, I kept it to myself, withdrew even further 
into myself. My parents made me see a psychiatrist and 
what few friends I still had were very worried about me.

I started to feel more and more ashamed of myself. I 
caught myself staring at the other girls in the locker 
room almost on a regular basis. And in the shower, I'd 
watch them soaping up their bodies and rinsing 
themselves in the hot, steamy water. There was a shower 
stall that was around a corner and you couldn't see into 
and I'd sneak off in there and put my fingers on my hot 
little pussy and masturbate furiously and try to squelch 
my moans. I always tried to not get caught. But I was 
worried that sooner or later, one of them would catch 
me.

Then, something happened...

It was after school. It was two days until Christmas 
vacation and things were slowing down. Most of the kids 
were vacationing with their parents early and school was 
almost deserted. I went to get my stuff out of my locker 
before leaving. When I opened it, a note fell out. I 
looked around before I picked it up. I opened it and 
read what it said, "I saw you. I know."

It felt like I had been hit in the stomach. I felt sick 
and ran to the girls room to throw up. I tried to regain 
my composure, but every time I thought I was just about 
calmed down again, I'd start to cry or shake. I was at 
least thankful that I had the bathroom to myself. 

***

The next day, I faked being sick so I wouldn't have to 
go to school and face my accuser. Since my parents were 
at work and my sister and brothers were all at school, I 
was alone in the house. I couldn't make up my mind if it 
was a good thing or not. I was alone, but that left me 
with no distractions. 

I worried all day and then I started to cry again. I ran 
to my room and put my face into my pillows to keep from 
being heard should anybody come home early. Who was it 
that had seen me? What would they do? They'd probably 
get their friends together and beat me up. Or report me 
to the guidance counselor, who'd probably tell my 
parents. They already had me going to therapy, they'd 
probably send me to a nuthouse if they knew I was 
looking at the other girls in the showers.

All through Christmas vacation, I worried about it. I 
was a wreck and my parents were losing patience with me. 
They were not tolerant in any sense of the word. They 
wanted me to straighten up and start acting like a 
normal sixteen-year-old. And I could hardly get out of 
bed in the morning.

Finally, vacation ended and I had to go back to school. 
I went through the first three classes constantly 
worried. I was a nervous wreck. I couldn't pay attention 
and got yelled at by two teachers, which made it even 
worse. 

I tried to keep my eyes to myself, but eventually, I 
started looking around, to see if anybody was looking at 
me. I knew in my head that they were all watching me, 
the little dyke. They were all looking for some 
opportunity to do whatever it was they were planning to 
do. But whenever I looked around, I didn't see anything 
unusual. Just a bunch of teenagers annoyed at being back 
at school after a vacation.

Then it was time for fourth period, gym class. On my 
way, I was so nervous I stopped in the bathroom to try 
to calm down. But it didn't help any. In the locker 
room, I kept my eyes to myself and didn't do anything 
that I thought might make me look suspicious, but I was 
still worried. 

After the class was over, I avoided going into the 
locker room until the other girls had left. Lunch was 
next, so I didn't have to worry about missing class. I 
was starting to think that maybe it was just some kind 
of practical joke. Just somebody messing with my head 
and that I was just reading too much into it.

I was changing at my locker. I was wearing nothing other 
than a pair of cotton panties when somebody came up 
behind me and slipped a blindfold around my eyes.

"Shh, don't say anything." It was a calm voice, but I 
didn't know it off hand. She tied the blindfold around 
me. I started to turn and she said, "No, stay still, 
Molly." Then I felt soft, warm hands reaching around me. 
They were so hot, and I was so frightened, I thought my 
body would melt under her touch. They slowly moved up my 
body and to my small breasts, cupping them and pinching 
my nipples very gently. Through my fright, I barely 
heard a very soft moan and realized it was my voice.

She started to kiss me softly. First on my shoulders and 
neck, then she tilted my head to her and took my lips to 
her mouth. I was shuddering and terrified, but I could 
feel my panties getting damp.

"Don't cry and don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid 
of, Molly. I saw you looking at me, and at all the 
girls. I knew what you were doing in the shower and 
every time I'd finger my pussy late at night, I've 
thought about you doing it. About you looking at the 
girls, and at me, and touching yourself, putting your 
hands inside those pubes of yours. 

"You know, I love redheads... I thought about you 
stroking your clit and how much I wanted to suck your 
nipples and put my tongue inside you, taste you and make 
you cum hard. About what I'd do to you if I ever got the 
chance. And then I decided to make my own opportunity. 
So I put the note in your locker. I was hoping I'd get 
to see you the next day, but you didn't come to school. 
I masturbated for hours that night, thinking about 
you..."

Finally, I spoke, "W-who are you? Tell me."

"No... not yet anyway." 

There was a faint hint of a giggle when she said it and 
again I felt her hands on my body, pulling me closer to 
her. God! She felt so hot! She pressed her body up 
against my back and started running her hands up and 
down me very, very slowly. She was still clothed, but I 
could feel the heat coming off her, it wasn't just my 
fright, which was now almost gone. It was her, she 
radiated heat. Her whole body. I couldn't believe she 
could keep from bursting into flames. It seemed to come 
off her in waves, nearly searing my naked flesh. 

Again, she kissed me. Her mouth was like velvet and even 
hotter than her body. Gently, she probed my mouth with 
her tongue. It moved into my mouth and began to caress 
my own. I could feel the liquid heat between my legs. 
Like just before I would cum when I fingered myself. 
Except it was hotter. It was more intense than anything 
I had ever felt. 

The girl kept kissing me, deeper and more passionately. 
She had the back of my head in her hand and was running 
her fingers through my hair. Then all, of a sudden, I 
felt a little pulling sensation, almost imperceptible. I 
heard a soft click. By the time I had gotten the 
blindfold off, she was gone. She had taken a lock of my 
hair.

I was going to get my clothes on and try to find her, 
but I realized I had other, more pressing matters to 
attend to first. My white panties were soaked with the 
juice from my pussy. I was hot and needed a release. I 
went to the showers and found my favorite stall. I 
stripped my panties off and started the water. I took a 
second to sniff my panties before I got in the hot water 
and couldn't believe it. They were stronger than ever 
and were soaked clean through. 

I stepped into the steaming water and put my hands at my 
little pussy immediately. I rubbed my clit like a 
madwoman, my other hand plunging its fingers deep inside 
before I even realized that I was doing it. My insides 
were clutching at my hand and I felt something start in 
my belly. It was a second or two before I realized that 
it was an orgasm. 

I had cum before, but nothing like this. It seemed to 
wash over me and melt my entire body in waves of 
pleasure. I felt like I was drowning in a warm sea of 
it. I rode it out and stifled my cries by shoving my 
mouth against my shoulder while my hands kept violating 
my own body. 

Finally, it happened, the orgasm came and I collapsed 
onto the tiles, my pussy still grasping obscenely at the 
two fingers left inside.

Needless to say, the rest of the day, I was much more 
relaxed.

***

A couple of days went by without event. There were times 
when I almost convinced myself it had all just been a 
dream. The note, the blindfold, the girl, the heat, 
cumming in the shower. But I had bruises on my knees and 
arms from falling in the shower. And every time I 
brushed my hair, I could feel that there was a lock 
missing.

At night, I would bury my hands in my pussy and my mouth 
at my shoulder. Or my pillow. Or a stuffed animal. Or 
just twist my face up in knots and try to keep from 
yelling and crying out loud at the pleasure my hands and 
dirty thoughts were giving me. I no longer cared that 
what I was doing or thinking was a sin according to my 
upbringing. At church on Sunday, I went through all the 
motions and pretended everything was normal. But later 
that day my brother pulled me aside.

"What's up with you Molly?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You've been acting weird lately. Even for you."

"No I haven't. And you oughta mind your own business."

"I would, but I can hear you crying and moaning at night 
through the wall. My room is right on the other side of 
that wall, you know. What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing. Leave me alone."

"Oh," He said with a look of realization coming across 
his face. "You better not let mom or dad catch you, 
Molly. They'd finally ship you off to the looney-bin 
like they should've already."

"Fuck you!"

He reached to slap me, and then he thought better of it. 
Even though my parents were not too happy with me 
lately, they'd still take my word over his on anything.

"You just watch yourself."

That night, the euphoria I had been in for the last few 
days was shattered and I cried myself to sleep, careful 
not to make any noise at all. My face was buried so deep 
in my pillows I could barely breathe, but I gradually 
learned not to make any noise.

***

Monday, I was back at school. I went to my locker to get 
my history book, my favorite subject. I opened my locker 
and there on top of my stuff was another note, slipped 
in through the vent slots. It was written on silky red 
paper with black ink. It was the same writing as the 
first note. I instantly felt my crotch grow damp.

I waited until I got home that day and was alone. I 
locked the door to my room and sat on my bed. I started 
to read. Her writing was beautiful. She was telling me 
how beautiful she thought I was and how she dreamed of 
me and wanted me so badly. Nobody had ever said these 
kind of things to me, never expressed such warmth or 
passion towards me and I didn't know what to think. I 
had always felt worthless and ugly and ignored. And now 
here was this girl I whose name I didn't even know. 
Whose face I hadn't seen. And she was telling me how 
crazy she was about me. 

Something rose up deep inside me, from a very dark place 
and told me that this was wrong, that this was a girl 
and I shouldn't have those thoughts about a girl. Then 
all of a sudden that was pushed away. Because I read the 
next line.

She wanted to meet me. Alone. Some place private.

***

The next day I found another note with the time and the 
place. The woods at the edge of town. That Friday night. 
That night I held the notes in one hand while my other 
hand rubbed and clutched madly at my pussy. 

I smelled the perfume on the paper and ran its surface 
over my naked chest and neck and shoved my mouth hard 
against my bare, trembling shoulder until my hand 
finished its work and I came. I fell asleep that way, 
the love letters in one hand, clutched to my small 
breasts, the other hand tucked away inside my wet 
crotch.

And that was the way my older sister found me the next 
day.

She was astonished. She came into my room to wake me up 
and found me naked, I had kicked off half my covers in 
the night. My hand was between my legs and there was 
still a large wet spot on my sheets from what I had done 
to myself. She closed the door quickly behind her. I 
turned bright red and almost began crying until I 
realized she wasn't mad at me, she was worried.

"Molly, what is going on?"

"Nothing, I just..."

"Save it. I'm not mad at you and I'm not going to tell 
mom or dad or anybody. I'm just worried about you. I am 
your sister, you know."

I hid the letters immediately, even though she had seen 
them. I still didn't want her to read them, though. "I 
was just um, you know..."

"Yeah, I know," she said with smile. "And I do it too. 
You don't need to feel embarrassed Molly. A lot of us 
girls do that. So what have you got there that's getting 
you so hot and bothered? Love letters?"

"Um, yeah, kinda."

"Must have been pretty hot. Who is he?"

"No 'he'," I said before I even realized what I had 
done.

"No 'he', huh? What? Is it several guys? Let me guess, 
you're dating the whole basketball team, right?"

I blushed and tried to hide my face and not look at my 
sister.

"C'mon, who is he?"

"It's not a he," I said again. This time I knew exactly 
what I was doing. I had to tell somebody, finally.

"C'mon, if it's not a he then..." she broke off, a look 
of surprise showing on her face. "Oh my god, it's..." 
now she went to a whisper, "a girl?"

"Yes."

"Oh god Molly, a girl? You're gay?"

"Yes. Don't tell anybody, please. Mom and dad would kill 
me. I..." I broke off and started to cry. The next thing 
I know, she had her arms around me.

"Don't cry Mol, it's okay. I won't tell anybody. How 
long have you know... you were... y'know, that way?"

Through my sniffling, I said, "I don't know. A long 
time, I guess."

"God Molly. You kept this to yourself? No wonder you've 
been such a wreck."

"Yeah, you're the first person I've told."

"Well, I guess this girl knows," she said, pointing at 
the letters behind my back. "Who is she?"

"I don't know. She wouldn't tell me her name. She wants 
me to meet her tomorrow night in the woods outside 
town."

"Are you gonna go?"

"I don't know."

"You ought to, if you like her."

"Would you cover for me, with mom and dad?"

"Hey, what're big sisters for?"

I kept to myself that day. Then, at the end of the day, 
there was note in my locker again. Again, I waited till 
I got home and was alone before I opened it. 

She wrote about how beautiful my I looked in the showers 
that day. She said she could see my body when she closed 
her eyes, like a ghost in her mind. She told me how much 
she wanted to kiss me again and rub her hands and mouth 
all over my naked flesh. 

I got up and woozily walked to my door to double-check 
the lock. Then I moved my dresser in front of the door. 
An hour later, I stumbled downstairs to dinner, flushed 
and barely able to talk. My sister noticed and gave me a 
coy smile. I grinned and went back upstairs to do my 
homework.

***

Friday, I was nervous again. Not for the same reasons I 
had been nervous before. This time I was nervous about 
meeting my paramour and what would happen. But I was 
very happy too. My friends noticed it too. Beth asked me 
what was going on. I gave her the same smile I gave my 
sister and said, "What? Is there some law against a girl 
being happy?"

Franky spoke up and said, "There is when it's you. 
You're always Miss Doom-and-Gloom."

"Fuck you Franky."

"Any time, gorgeous."

I laughed and went to history class.

After school, I went home to change. I put my tight 
jeans on and a flowing blouse. No bra.

I snuck out under the pretenses of studying with Beth 
and Franky. I planned to study, but it wasn't going to 
be the Pythagorean Theorem or even the Civil War 
tonight. Tonight I was going to study biology. The 
female body, in particular.

I went to the spot in the woods she had told me to and 
sat down. It was almost sunset. I sat on a mossy hillock 
and watched it go down. I had thought to bring a 
flashlight, luckily. And I do know these woods like the 
back of my hand. I used to play here all the time as a 
kid. My black denim jacket wasn't much protection 
against the Pennsylvania winter, though. 

I started to get impatient and was just about to leave, 
thinking she had chickened out when I heard a voice from 
up in tree say, "Turn flashlight off Molly."

I did and heard her climbing down from her perch. She 
had been there the whole time. She hugged me and she 
didn't even feel cold at all, even though she had been 
out longer than me. In fact, she felt hot, just like she 
had in the locker room. I still couldn't see her face 
and I asked her again who she was.

"You don't know?" she asked, a little surprised.

"No, you wouldn't tell me."

"I thought you knew. You came all the way out here in 
the cold and the dark and you didn't even know who I 
was?"

"Yes. Please tell me."

She took her flashlight out of her coat, pointed it at 
her face and turned it on. It was Terry, the girl from 
Colorado. She leaned forward and kissed me again, that 
velvet mouth moving over mine with even more passion 
that before. I held her tightly and kissed her back. I 
think I had known who she was. I don't really know how, 
but I think I had known. I think, mostly, I just wanted 
to look at her face again before we kissed. 

Terry moved her hands up and down my back as our tongues 
danced in each other's mouths. I held her head in my 
hands, pulling it towards mine, towards my mouth. She 
broke it off. "Come with me. You'll freeze to death out 
here."

"Where we going?"

"To my house."

I was afraid, but I went with her. She held my hand and 
told me how beautiful I looked in the moonlight. We got 
to her house. We went in and she introduced me to her 
parents! I couldn't believe it. She introduced me as her 
new girlfriend! And then she took my hand and led me to 
her room.

She led me into her bedroom and we sat on her bed. She 
smiled. We talked for a while about school and stuff 
like that. Then she reached over and held my hand in 
hers and I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. 
It was incredible. 

She went to the kitchen and got some popcorn and grabbed 
video on her way back up. While she was gone, I looked 
around her room. She had all the same CD's and books I 
did. It made me grin when I realized that. It meant, at 
least to me, we had something in common other than just 
a physical attraction.

She came back just as I was going through her bookcase. 
"See anything you like?" 

I turned around, a little embarrassed, and she just 
stood there with a big smile on her face and a bowl or 
popcorn in her arm. "Sorry. Didn't mean to snoop or 
anything."

"Why do you think I left you alone? Silly." She put the 
tape in her VCR. It was Empire Strikes Back. 

We both made fun of the same lines and made the same 
jokes at the screen, then we cracked up about that. She 
cuddled up against me and took my hand in hers and laid 
her head on my shoulder as we watched the movie. That 
was it. That galaxy far away was long forgotten. We sat 
through the rest of the movie and I don't think I heard 
one line after they landed on Bespin. 

My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Terry. And here she 
was, right here with me and she wanted to do the same 
things. I didn't feel like a pervert anymore. I didn't 
feel bad about the feelings I was having, because she 
was having them, too.

I looked into her eyes and kissed her softly on the 
lips. This was it. This was what I had been waiting for. 
She reached behind me and took off my jacket and we kept 
kissing, more and more passionately. She moved her hands 
across my back and I did the same thing to her. I put my 
hands under her shirt and ran them slowly up her back. 
It felt like it was on fire and she moaned loudly into 
my neck as I touched her.

Then Terry got up off the floor and held her hand out to 
me. I reached up and she helped me up and led me to her 
bed and we sat down.

She untucked my blouse from my jeans and moved her hands 
up my sides, under my arms, around my back and then back 
to bring them to my breasts again. She rolled my hard 
nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and I cried 
out in spite of myself. 

I was getting wet now, I could feel it seeping out of 
me. I kissed Terry harder and pulled her T-shirt off and 
took her breasts in my trembling hands. They were just a 
little bigger than mine and very firm. The skin was so 
soft and smooth, like the finest porcelain.

"Put them in your mouth."

As nervous as I was, I couldn't do anything other than 
put my mouth to her beautiful breasts. I took her left 
nipple to my lips and sucked it like a baby and she 
moaned loudly into the back of my neck and the heat of 
her moist breath sent delicious shivers up and down my 
spine. Her hands were on my back, tracing delicate lines 
up and down my spine while I sucked her nipples and 
licked at the flesh around them and I was in heaven.

She pushed me back and with a wicked smile said, "Your 
turn." She slowly unbuttoned my blouse and pushed it 
back from my chest. She bent down and put that fiery 
mouth on my left nipple and I had to stifle my cries of 
pleasure into her flowing, dark mane of hair. It smelled 
like rain and strawberries. 

I took a big lung-full in while she renewed her attack 
on my naked chest. My panties were soaked again and I 
could feel a small spot of the denim of my jeans grow 
damp. My breasts were slick and glistening with her hot 
saliva, now cooling in the chilly room.

Slowly, she laid me down on her bed and moved over me, 
kissing her way up from my waist to my lips, putting her 
soft hands all over me. Sending her heat through my skin 
and into my brain. My mind was on fire for her. I could 
feel the beginning tingles of sweat cropping up on my 
shivering flesh. She lifted my arm and began to lick the 
sweat from under it. I moaned and instantly tried to 
stop myself.

She moved up and held my face in her hands and stroked 
my cheek told me I didn't have to be quiet. "My parents 
know why you're here. And the door is locked. Make all 
the noise you wa..."

I silenced her by grabbing her head and passionately 
forcing her mouth to mine. We kissed and rubbed our 
naked chests together. Her whole body was hot. I still 
couldn't get over it, the heat coming off of her naked 
skin. It was the middle of January. The room was 
freezing. She should be like ice, but she wasn't. She 
was so hot that she was making me sweat underneath her.

She pulled back. She grabbed my belt and said, "I want 
to taste you, Molly. I want to put my tongue inside 
you."

I just lay there for a moment, uncertain what to do 
next. Astonished at her dirty talk. Then I snapped out 
of it and smiled and lewdly undid my pants for her. 
Slowly, so slowly I thought my mind would over-heat, she 
eased my jeans down my thighs, her soft hands brushing 
against my now-naked skin on their way down. She pulled 
off my shoes and finished taking my pants off. She took 
my right leg in her hands and took off my sock. 

She began planting soft, small kisses on my bare feet. 
She began licking my toes and then sucking on them. I 
hadn't expected anything like this. I gasped, my eyes 
wide. She looked down at me and smiled and I knew it was 
all right and closed my eyes again and let her work her 
way up my foot and then up my calf and then my thigh. 
She started to lick my skin when she got to my naked 
thigh.

"God Molly. You skin is like milk," Terry said in 
between licks and kisses, the heat of her mouth and 
breath going through my skin and into my bloodstream. 
Her hands were under me, on my butt, rubbing and 
kneading my flesh through the thin cotton of my panties. 
She kissed down the inside of my left thigh and then 
back up and moved between my legs. She laid my legs down 
on either side of her and squirmed under them, so that 
my ankles rested on her back. She moved right up to my 
crotch and then looked up, right into my eyes.

"Molly, I-I've never done this before. I've gone with 
girls, but it never got this far."

Knowing that she liked dirty talk, I put my fingers to 
her lips and said, "Shut up and eat me."

She smiled the most wicked smiled I've ever seen and put 
her head down again, right between my legs. Her breath 
was so hot! I thought it'd scaled me through the thin 
cotton.

"You're so wet. Do you get like this when you play with 
yourself in the showers? Does your pussy burn and tingle 
and soak your jeans in class? Do you play with it a lot? 
I can see those red pubes through your panties. Pretty-
girl panties. White cotton turns me on."

I couldn't take it anymore and I did what I knew she 
wanted me to do. I reached down and ran my hand under 
the waistband of my panties and put my fingers inside of 
myself, right there in front of her face. I moaned 
softly as my fingers went into my tender pussy. I was on 
fire, too. My pussy walls contracted and twitched at the 
invasion. Shivers ran up my spine and I had a tremendous 
orgasm.

Terry reached up, took hold of my hand very gently, and 
removed it from me. She brought it to her mouth and 
began to lick and suck my dripping fingers, running her 
velvet tongue over the soaked palm of my wicked little 
hand. She licked me clean. Then she put her face between 
my legs again and started to tongue my throbbing little 
clit through the soaked white cotton fabric. I moaned 
again as her mouth explored my crotch.

Then she reached up and took hold of the waistband and 
eased my panties down my thighs and threw them to the 
floor. Then she moved down between my trembling legs 
again. She moved her hand through my soft, red pubic 
hair and told me how beautiful it was. She bent her head 
down and suddenly took my clitoris in between her moist 
lips, setting my mind reeling with the heat of her mouth 
on my private parts. 

Her tongue and lips were on my skin, my hottest place 
was being devoured and I felt like I was drowning again 
in pleasure. Every fiber of my being was twitching under 
her delicate touches and kisses and licks. She nibbled 
at my clit and prodded my tight pussy with her tongue, 
trying to put it as far inside my wetness as she could. 
I was whimpering and writhing under her.

She ate at my twitching pussy like a starving woman. She 
licked and tongued me for what seemed like an eternity. 
She made me cum again and again. Every time was better 
than the last, my pussy was now red and sopping wet. I 
had soaked the blankets on Terry's bed with my juices. 
She still wasn't done with me though. As she ate me 
again, her hand working on my clutching pussy, she did 
something I'll never forget. She folded her hand up and 
slipped it all the way inside me. My eyes flew open in a 
mix of surprise, pain and, mostly, pleasure. 

She looked a little concerned and started to take her 
hand out. I told her I liked it and begged her to keep 
it inside me. I could feel every finger wiggling around 
inside my body. I contracted my muscles around her hand 
and saw the look of surprise on her face. Her tongue had 
went back to my clit and resumed its nasty work. And 
then it happened. I came.

It was the most incredible experience of my life, that 
orgasm that Terry gave me that night. My eyes flew open 
again when I realized that what I had mistaken for some 
kind of heart attack or something was actually my 
impending orgasm! I thrashed around on Terry's bed and 
screamed and screamed and screamed. I let go all the 
things that had been on my shoulders for so long. 

It all slowly washed away and when the orgasm had 
finally subsided, Terry later told me it had been a 
couple of minutes, I lay limp and sweaty in a puddle of 
my own cum in the middle of Terry's bed. She looked up 
from between my legs and deeply into my eyes with that 
same angelic look on her face that made me fall in love 
with her to begin with. 

Her face was slick with my cum. Her hair was a little 
matted with her sweat and she looked more beautiful than 
anything I had ever seen. Very gently, she took her hand 
out of me. There was loud slurping noise as it came out 
and Terry made a show out of licking it clean.

I could barely move, but I wanted to give Terry the same 
kind of pleasure she had just given me. I asked her to 
sit on my face. She smiled, stripped off her pants and 
her blood-red lace panties. Then she crawled up on top 
of me and lowered her pussy to my face. 

First, I touched it with my fingers and stroked her clit 
a little. She gave a loud whimper and threw her head 
down. Her hair fell all around her pussy and my face and 
I was blinded for a few seconds. I took in a big whiff 
from her hair, then she moved her head back up and I 
took a tentative sniff at hr crotch.

It smelled divine. There was a musky, sweaty smell to 
it, but it also smelled like soap. She must have 
showered right before she went into the woods that 
night. Just like I did. I smiled at the thought of her 
going out of her way to please me and then extended my 
tongue to her silky folds. I traced my way up her lips 
and found her hard clit and began to nibble at it. She 
bucked and moaned above me and I was a little worried 
she was going to crush my head in between her strong, 
silky thighs. But she was very gentle, always. She 
reached down and stroke my hair while I licked her hot 
pussy.

She came and gushed hot clear juice down on my face and 
she moaned and clutched at herself. My whole face was 
covered by the time she was done. I told her to get up. 
My legs were feeling strong enough to stand, if only for 
a few seconds, so I laid her down on the bed and moved 
over her. I nibbled at her rock-hard nipples and kisses 
and licked and caressed her tall, Amazon body. 

I traced her tan lines with my fingers and felt her 
quiver under my touch. Then I bent down and kissed her 
long and deep, tasting my cum on her lips and tongue. I 
ran my hands all over her body as we kissed and I put 
one hand at her pussy and started to finger her soft, 
wet folds. 

She moaned into my mouth. As I kept my fingers pumping 
into her grasping, twitching body, I kissed my way back 
down her body and softly bit at her nipples. This set 
her off and she came again, this time coating my hand 
with sticky, gooey warmth.

I didn't even bother to clean it off, I just dove face-
first into her again. I started in on her pussy ad heard 
her gasp. I licked her furiously. I pretended it was her 
mouth and made out with it, her clit becoming a tongue 
in my mind. The flesh of her pussy was so tender and she 
was so wet. It was delicious. It was salty and musky, 
like I thought, but I was a little surprised to taste a 
slight sweetness flowing out of her. I lapped it up. I 
needed her pussy. I needed that wetness around my 
tongue, that musky-sweet-sweaty odor filling my nostrils 
and making me wet, too.

Finally, I decided to try what she had done. I asked her 
if she wanted my hand in her. She whimpered that she 
didn't think she could take it. That she was exhausted. 
I was going to let it drop. I moved up to kiss her and 
she stopped me. "No, I changed my mind. Put your hand in 
me, please. I want it."

I went down back between her long, slender legs and 
nibbled teasingly at her clit a little and she started 
to whimper, so I started to stroke her with my hand. I 
folded it up just like she had done to me. I placed it 
at the entrance to her hot pussy and very slowly began 
to push. I saw her look up, in surprise. She clutched at 
her chest until she got her wind back and then I resumed 
my probing. 

Slowly, I moved my hand ever upwards. Then, before I 
knew it, my wrist was engulfed by her swollen pussy 
lips. She gasped for air again and started to buck under 
me. I put one hand on the smooth skin of her tummy and 
held her down. Then I put my face between her legs again 
and started to lick her with renewed fury.

I lapped at her clit and shoved my hand in and out of 
her. She was moaning and wailing as I violated her over 
and over, she was begging me not to stop, to fuck her 
cunt with my hand, so I kept on. Soon, I felt her 
internal muscles begin to contract around my probing 
fingers and clutch at my hand. 

Now, it was so tight inside her, I couldn't get my hand 
out, so I moved it around inside her and licked her clit 
while she thrashed around on the bed, clutching my head 
and my hair with both hands, shoving my face into her 
musky crotch. She began to cum and it was an eternity 
before she had finished. 

She thrashed around so much, I was afraid she hurt one 
of us. But I couldn't go anywhere. Her strong legs were 
locked behind my head and wouldn't let go. And I didn't 
want to stop until it was over. Finally, her orgasm 
passed and her legs relaxed and I pulled my hand out of 
her with a loud slurping pop sound and we both started 
to laugh like lunatics.

We climbed in under the covers together and she held me 
in her arms.

She was still twitching a little from her orgasm.

"Is it all right if I stay tonight?"

"Sure," Terry said. She caressed my sides and my 
shoulders and planted a little kiss on my shoulder.

"Your parents know you like girls?"

"Sure they do. And you can say the word lesbian, right?" 
she said with an easy smile.

"I-I've... only told one person. My sister. That was 
just yesterday."

"Wow! You mean you've never told anybody else? Tell me."

"Huh?"

"Tell me you're a lesbian."

"Why?"

"You'll know why once you've said it."

I thought about it for a moment. I wasn't sure if I 
understood, but I knew I was crazy about Terry and 
wanted her to like me. So if that's all it'd take, I 
figured what the hell.

"I'm a lesbian." 

Instantly, I felt something inside me give way. Some 
barrier that had kept me from being who I was, that had 
held my real self behind a mask. I started to cry and 
Terry held me in her arms. I tried to stop sobbing, to 
be quiet like I had always been around others but Terry 
wouldn't let me. "Don't hush it up like that. Let it 
out, cry if you want."

And I did. I cried and let it out. That night, in her 
arms, I told her everything. All those things I had been 
hiding and ashamed of seemed all right that night in 
Terry's arms. 

I 'came out' a few days later to my parents. To my 
surprise, my dad was very understanding and gave me a 
big hug and told me he loved me no matter what.

It was my mom and my oldest brother who disowned me. A 
rift developed between my mom and dad. Within six months 
they were divorced and dad got custody of me and my 
sister and younger brother. I'm now nineteen and in 
college. Terry and I are roommates and madly in love. 

Now, I make all the noise I want!

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in 
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of 
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider 
seeking professional help.
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