The continuation of my “Four Wedding Stories” series… basically I came up with four sexy ‘lesbian’ scenarios all around weddings.   This one is probably the most emotional, but the most ‘crazy’…  Part of this story spun out of my epic erotic lesbian story that I have permanently put on the back burner. 

Links to previous episodes in the Four Wedding Stories Series:

Four Wedding Stories – Part 1: The Fitting

Four Wedding Stories – Part 2: The Bridesmaids

This one is a little more fevered and all over the place.  It’s probably a much longer story, but one whose characters don’t really demand more time spent with them.  So they are more shallow than I anticipated when I started writing this.  Regardless, I think the fantasy, and the eroticsm of the moments and the emotions are real enough.

Anyway, hope you enjoy.

Luna Zax

Four Wedding Stories – Part 3: The Bachelorette Party
By LunaZax
story codes (FF)

I had never been more furious.  Here it was 12 hours later, after a good night’s sleep, and I was just as furious as I had been the night before.  I was driving over to Melanie’s house to tell her off, not caring that her wedding was tomorrow.

I had put up with Mel’s shit for too many years.  And I was sick of the excuses, “I was drunk.” or “I was just being funny.” or “I didn’t realize that I hurt you.” weren’t going to cut it this time.  I was going to call her out once and for all…

And if that ended our 20 year friendship, then so be it.  If that caused me to not show up at her wedding on Saturday, then so be it.  But I was fed up, and I was taking a stand

***

The invitation arrived in the mail, a few months ago.  A hand-drawn calligraphy envelope arrived to Ms. Katherine Elizabeth Sertzer, stuck in between the supermarket circular, and my cell phone bill.  I sorted through the mail as I walked back to my aparinside looking at it curiously.

Evey was laying on the couch, still in her green sweatpants, grey concert t-shirt, with her blonde hair up in a loose ponytail.  We had spent the afternoon together, laughing at Spanish soap operas and eating ice cream.  It was a good day, and we hadn’t had many of them recently. 

“What is it?” asked Evey

“Not sure…” I replied cautiously, “It looks like a wedding invitation.  Can’t be a graduation, it’s July.”

“Ohhh wow!  A wedding!  I love weddings!  Which one of us gets to wear the tuxedo?  I will go in drag only if I can seduce a slutty bridesmaid.”

I smiled at the joke and gave a quick chuckle, but I didn’t find it funny.  The wounds of the recent history between Evey and I made the unfunny joke, even less funny.

I opened the envelope, and there were the words: 

Together with their parents
Melanie Lanieer Emerson
and
Tyler Jacob Bennett
request the honor of your presence
at their marriage
Saturday, the 9^st of October
at four o’ clock in the afternoon

Additional details about the church and location were printed on the invitation. 

I was somewhat surprised…   Mom had told me that Mel was getting married… We had seen each other last year around Thanksgiving at church, but before then, it had been years since we really talked. 

Melanie and I were the best of friends for most of our early years together.  Her family grew up just a few streets over from me, and we both went to the same elementary school.  We were best friends for 6 years.  Then when we got to high school, I found myself hanging out with the artsy/theater crowd more, while Mel was a Varsity cheerleader, and was involved in that crowd.  Both of our personalities started to change, though we tried to remain friends, as much as we could.  She was a perfect cheerleader, blonde hair, tanned skin, blue eyes, cute dimples, and a perfect body.  Whereas I was skinny, with frizzy brown hair, green eyes, pale skin, and freckles.

Our relationship became strained when she started hanging out with those friends more often.  She would go to parties and I wasn’t invited.   I didn’t like it, but I understood.  She told me that I was the one person who she could be herself around.  Most of my friends, probably like her friends, wondered why I remained friends with her.  Basically, she was a real bitch to everyone, but always remained nice to me.  And I stayed close… I wasn’t sure why.

Meanwhile, she became more distant.  Always with her boyfriend of the month, and never able to find time to hang out.  I stayed at home waiting for her call on several nights, just to go out and have a drink, or party.  It seemed like all of her new friends were much more important than I was.  When we did get together, all she talked about was what she and her new sorority sisters did, and all of the mean things they said about other people.  I started to feel like her charity case.  

In college, I ‘discovered’ myself… meaning that I realized that I was much more attracted to women than I was men.  During my relationships at college, I realized that I had feelings for Melanie.  I enjoyed fantasies about the two of us realizing what we meant to each other, and taking it to the next level.  It was a fantasy, an enjoyable one.  I didn’t hold out for it being a reality… but maybe I held out some hope…

My hopes were shattered, however, when I came out of the closet to her.  It was right after I graduated college, just 2 years ago.  I was very nervous when I told her.  When I finally told her, she was taken aback and tried to be accepting.  But there was a look of strangeness in her eyes.  I could tell that she was rethinking all of our experiences.  It totally changed our relationship.  She wouldn’t talk to me the same way.  She would apologize when talking about guys. 

Shortly after I told her, I moved to Manhattan.  I found a nice place that I lived in with some guy friends (who were all gay).  And life had moved on.  I saw Mel occassionally, but our relationship had been completely changed and altered.  I didn’t think about her really, other than some regrets about a lost childhood friend.

***

Fast-forward to last night.  Mel had invited me to her bachelorette party.  I went because… well I still wasn’t sure why I went.  Maybe I wanted to think that Mel had changed.  That on the advent of her wedding, that she and I could reconnect again.  To know that maybe Mel had grown up, and that she wasn’t the spoiled, immature, condescending girl I had grown to know. 

Plus, I was feeling lonely for company.  Evey and I had broken up, permanently this time.  It wasn’t about the wedding, per say, but I didn’t want to take someone to a wedding who I wasn’t serious with, and I wasn’t serious with someone who had cheated on me twice.   So I thought a night out with ‘regular girls’.  Just go out, have drinks, act silly, and have fun.  Sounded like a plan to get my mind off of real life.

So I arrived at the TGI Fridays, which was to be the first stop on the Bachelorette Pub Crawl.  And upon my arrival, I get greeted by an already intoxicated Melanie wearing a cheesy tiara, and a t-shirt with the words “Bride to Be”, who greets me with a big, fake “Hellooooooooooooooooooooo! OMG I can’t believe it! ”  Fake big hug and kisses me on each cheek before saying, “Whoops, sorry, probably shouldn’t do that.  You liking girls and all.”

Before I could scowl and respond to her accusation, she let’s out a cry to the other girls.  “Hey everyone!  This is my oldest friend, Kathy.  She and I go waaay back.  What did we meet… Kath?  2nd grade?  Anyway, she’s really cool, but don’t get too drunk around her… she’s a lezzie!  Might take advantage of you, in your weakened state…. so be…be careful, unless you like that sort of things…. I won’t tellssss.”

A few other girls laughed, but I could see some uncomfortable stares.  Not for the words themselves, but with how loud and obnoxious she sounded.  I mean, none of these girls were marching in a Pride parade anytime soon, but this even made them feel uneasy.  So the girls moved their seats over, so I could sit down.  I knew a few of them from high school, and just generally from hanging out.  Mel’s older sister, Danielle, was there too, and she gave me a wave before talking to the other girls.  I saw several large diamond engagement rings, and even saw a huge rock on Mel’s hand.

We had dinner, and I stayed quiet the entire time, just smiling and thinking that I made a huge mistake.  Whenever Mel engaged conversation with me, was mostly to point out to everyone at the table, and the bartenders and waiters that I was a ‘lezzie’, a ‘dyke’, a ‘lezbo”‘, or just plain ‘queer’ (a term, I’ve always liked, but out of her mouth it sounded like an insult.’)

Finally, a guy wearing an obviously fake police officer uniform came over to the table, and started gyrating with all of the girls.  He was a nice looking guy, and had rock hard abs, that appealed to me from an artistic point-of-view, even if the sexuality wasn’t quite up-my-alley.  Once again, Mel made a huge scene, but she was so drunk she could barely get the words out, as the stripper propped her up.

“Sh… sheees off limi… limits… She does… doesn’t… doesn’t go for the man-meat…. Only likes six-packs when there’s b.. beer in them….”

My face got red.  I was actually starting to forget her earlier comments.  I felt ignored and abused.  And Mel thought it was hysterical.   I decided to leave and go back to the hotel room.  I had planned on remaining sober before the night began, and Mels comments from the beginning had made me keep with Diet Cokes for the entire night.  I waited 15 minutes, so it didn’t seem like I was leaving because of the comments, then I announced to the group that I was leaving.  Everyone said good-bye, and Mel barely acknowledged that I was leaving, tho she was barely coherent at the time. 

I told everyone that I would see them at the wedding and I walked out of the bar, wanting to get back to my hotel room immediately, wanting to forget the entire night, wanting to just hide from the world.

As I walked outside, the cool air hit me, as I looked around for my car.  I heard a voice from behind me, “Hey Kathy.”  I turned, and it was Mel’s sister.  I smiled at her, and said, “Hey, I’ll catch you later.”

She walked a little closer, “I’m sorry for my sister.  I don’t know what got into her.  She’s got a lot of things going on.  But she was so rude to you tonight.”

I managed a weak smile, “It’s okay.  Mel and I just have drifted apart.  I guess that’s what happens.”

Danielle looked at me with some sadness, “I guess.  And I don’t know if it makes up for anything that happened tonight, but I was there when she got your RSVP for the wedding.  She was thrilled.  She actually started to cry.  As I said, I don’t know if it makes up for it.”

I nodded, “Thanks Danielle… You go have fun, and I’ll talk to you later.”

She turned and went back inside, and I found my car.  Once safely inside, I allowed the tears to flow down my face, as I pulled out of the parking lot towards my hotel room.

***

I woke up the next morning.  The pain was gone, but I was very very angry.  I knew I could call a half-a-dozen friends who would calm me down, bring me back to normal levels, but I was done with that.  I rarely allowed myself to get really really pissed, but this had been building for a lifetime.

I was at the point where she was going to hear what I had to say, about how she treated me last night and for the last 7 years.  And if she gave me some bullshit answer or told me that I was making a big deal about it, then I was going to either slap her, or just walk out of her house throwing our friendship out the window. 

I drove my convertible to her parents house, where she was staying during the next few weeks.  She had been living with her boyfriend, but all of the in-laws had to believe that the virgin princess lived at home with her folks.  As I pulled in, I noticed that only Mel’s car was in the driveway.  That was good, I didn’t want an audience.

I rang the doorbell to the house.  I heard a dog barking in the background, and I heard footsteps approach.  I saw Mel’s face as she opened the door a little bit.  It looked tired, but she had been up for a bit, and had coffee and maybe something to eat.

“Ka…Kath?  What are you doing here?” she asked, very surprised.

“Oh, I just came by to see how you were doing?” I lied.

“Yeah, um…. I’m alright… I just was…. here… just come on in…”

She opened the door to the house, and she stood in the foyer in her wedding dress.  She looked really lovely, despite me being pissed at her.

“Wow,” I replied, “You didn’t need to get all dolled up for me.”

She smiled, “Yeah, the dressmaker was supposed to come over and help me get fitted.  But I’m not even sure if she’s coming. ”

“Oh, did you have to get up for her.”

“Yeah, Mom marched into my room at 9:00 to get me out of bed.  Uck, I felt like crap.  I drank way too much last night.  I don’t even remember saying good-bye to you.”

I grimaced outwardly, “Oh really?  So you don’t remember embarassing me in front of all of your friends?” I said with all of the venom I could muster.

“Wha… Kath… What are you talking about?” she replied, stammering.

“Look, I know you’re holding on to our friendship because we’ve known each other a long time.  But, I’m not staying in your life to be your token lesbian friend.”

She looked puzzled, “Was… Why are you saying this? Was it something I said?”

My jaw hit the floor.  She didn’t even realize what she had said last night.  She was drinking, but she couldn’t have been that drunk.

“You treated me like a second-class citizen, in front of your sorority, rich-bitch friends.  That I couldn’t be a lesbian and be a normal person.  And on top of that, you put me in the stereotypical category of some prowling girl-lusting dyke, who you need to warn your friends about before I pounce on them in a moment of weakness!!  Telling everyone in the restaurant that I’m a lesbian, like it’s some kind of fucking crime!!!”  I shouted.

She started to cry, “I… I said that?  I don’t… ” and she paused, as if some memory was bubbling to the surface.

“Let me help out your drunken memory, Mel.  Do you remember saying ‘don’t get too drunk around her… she’s a lezzie!’ or that ‘I only go for a six-pack when there’s beer in it.’   Do you fucking think that I have no feelings whatsoever?  Are you that insensitive.”

“Oh god, Kath… I was… I guess I was just being… I don’t know trying to be funny,” she cried, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.  You’re my oldest friend”

“Mel, you have treated me like I was beneath you for years.  When I told you I was a lesbian, you practically disowned me.  Put me into a nice convenient category,”

“No I didn’t!” she interrupted, “I didn’t do that at all.”

“The look on your face told me everything.  That you were re-evaulating our entire friendship.  Like I was too close to you… that maybe my ‘lezzie germs’ would get on  you.  That maybe your sorority sisters and cheerleading friends would think that you were ‘one of THEM’.  And I’m fucking sick of it, Mel!”

I started crying too.  The emotions of the day, the emotions of the month really, and seeing Melanie crying, just shattered me.

I turned to go, not even knowing what I would do next.  I felt Mel grab my hand as I was leaving.

“Kath… come sit down…  please… maybe I can explain myself…”

“Why bother!” I said turning away from her

“I just can’t…. you’ve misunderstood me…. I never thought you were a lesser person.  I thought you were the bravest person I knew.”

And in a quiet voice she said, “Much braver than me…”

I turned, tears in my eyes, “What do you mean.”

Mel looked at me with tears, “Kath… I… I can’t… it’s… it’s too late… and you’ll hate me if I say.”

“What Mel…. Tell me… Cause I’m ready to leave, and you’ll never see me again.”

She was crying deeply now, trying to get the words out, “I… I wanted to tell you…. the day that you told me…. but… but I couldn’t…. I tried to make the words come out, but they wouldn’t come…”

“Tell me what, Mel?”

She lifted her chin, looking at me with tears streaming down her face, and glistening in her eyes. 

“That I love you.”

Now I was confused, “I love you too, Mel, but what the hell does that….”

“NO!” she shouted, “I… LOVE….. YOU….. I always have loved you….”

The world went fuzzy.  I couldn’t feel my legs. 

She continued, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Kath… so long… I couldn’t admit it to myself, to you… I was so afraid that you would reject me… That I was just trying something…  But I’ve loved you and wanted you so long…”

It was all I could do to stop my knees from buckling, and now my tears were flowing even more than before….  We met in a tearful embrace and collapsed on the foyer floor crying into each other.

***

Our mouths met.  Tears flowing into each others faces.  Her skin was so smooth and so soft against mine.   Her hair falling into my face and tickling my nose.

We just stayed on the floor crying, and kissing, and hugging, and feeling each other.  She was totally covered in ruffles and sequins.  I was in my denim jeans and a t-shirt.

I wasn’t sure what to do next.  Here was my oldest and dearest friend who suddenly made me totally rethink how I think of her. 

I wanted to kiss her sweetly, to take her in to me, show her that I was there for her, to accept her inside my soul.  She kissed me with complete passion, that was slowly taking me over. 

Her hands were running over my ass, and up and down my thighs.  I would have thought it was me who would teach her, but it was quite the opposite. 

She unsnapped my jeans, slowly running her hand along the top of my panties.  My emotions were doing wheelies.  She leaned into my stomach and started kissing my belly through my tank top, as she slowly unzipped my pants.

My plain jane white panties were exposed.  I was embarassed, but this seemed to excite her more.  She kissed my waistband of my panties, before pulling it up, smelling both my desire and my sweat.

She lifted up my hips and pulled my jeans down… slowly off of each leg.  She kissed up my legs and thighs, before opening my thighs wide.  She made funny ruffling noises in her dress as she kissed me closer and closer to my center.

She pulled my panties to the side, and my bare slit lay open for her, glistening with juices and desire. 

“Mmmm, you shave,” she said purring.

I nodded my head.  This was so crazy.  I hated Mel a few minutes ago.  Came from a lifetime of friendship.  And now my legs were spread, and she was looking at my naked pussy.

She rubbed her finger along my opening.  My opening accepted the touch, and parted for her… More juice flowing out of my pussy.

“You don’t know,” she whispered, “How crazy I’ve been for you.  How much I’ve wanted to do.  But, I was too scared.  Wanted to….  oh my god… taste you!” 

And with this her mouth descended on my slit.  She was unexperienced.  I felt her tongue lap at the opening to my vagina, and lick up and down my lips.  The sensations were of someone seeing and exploring their first pussy, and yet the amateurishness made me feel it even more.  Like we were little girls daring to explore pleasure for the first time.

She pushed a finger into me, and opened my lips a bit more.  My clit got harder and bigger.  Her tongue got faster and faster.  Licking another women is unique, but quickly you learn how the sensations you have felt translate into sensations you can give.  Mel was a quick learner.  I opened wider for her.

She pushed a second finger inside me.  It was really good.  The emotions of the previous two days were building me up nice.  Almost like make-up sex.  My pussy open for her advances, open for her tongue and her mouth, to fill me with pleasure.  I felt goosebumps all over my body as I once again realized it was Mel that I was having sex with. 

She lapped up my juices.  As I felt the first wave of my orgasm flow through me.  I arched my back and felt my insides clench around her fingers.  Her tongue tried to stay with me.  I felt the sensation of a huge second orgasm come close, but not quite get there. 

I pulled Mel up to my face and kisses her.  She stuck her tongue deep inside my mouth.  I tasted my juices on her tongue.

“Did you like that?” I asked.

“Much better than cock,” she said, “An acquired taste I’m sure.  I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you have the cutest pussy.  I’ve never really seen one other than videos or in a mirror, but yours is so cute.”

I blushed, not knowing how to react.

“Did… did I do good?” she asked.

“Oh yes, that was a very good orgasm.  My first time I couldn’t give my partner an orgasm at all.  That was a really nice one.  I nearly had a huge one.”

“Really?” she said her eyes wide, “Like how huge.”

“Well,” I said blushing, “I squirt…. like a lot.”

“Wow!” she said enthusiastically, “I want to see that.”

“No, Mel… no… I’m just so emotional and so happy…. I just…”

With that a finger went inside my opening, already slick with my juices. 

“No, Mel… I can’t control it…. It….”

A second finger joined in.

“Mel, please… I can’t… please… oh god…. up…. toward the front…. oh god… curl your fingers….”

She curled her fingers up, and she found my g-spot.  I start insanely grinding against her fingers.  She gets more aggressive with her fingers and really digs on me.  I love it. 

“Oh god… rub… rub my clitty…. fast… fast!!!”

She takes her other hand and starts rubbing the top of my clit faster and faster.  It’s coming now… the build up… the huge wave… about to crash on the shore…  too many sensations at once… I buckle hard against her fingers… and then crave the attention on my clit, which she returns… I arch my back…. I moan like an animal…. The pressure builds….

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I scream now panting for breath, as my juices explode out of me.  I look up embarassed and curious to see how much is coming out… but I feel it… it’s like a gusher… 

My girl cum splashes all over Mel’s wedding dress… covering her face and bodice with girl juice… She leans back taking it all in with a pleasure that I have never seen before on another person’s face.  Pure pleasure.

“Oh… oh Mel… I’m so sorry…” I start to say.

“Oh God Kath, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.  I’m drenched in you.  I love it!”

“Oh god…. but it’s ruined.”

“No baby…. It was ruined the moment I admitted my love,” she whispered.

I paused, unsure of what she was saying, and still recovering from my orgasm.

“It was so good, I nearly peed,” I whispered.

“Really?” she asked, with a wide-eyed stare.

I nodded.

“I want to see you pee,” she said. 

I looked at her shocked, “Huh?”

“I want you to pee all over me. All over my tits.” she said now rubbing them through her bodice.

I felt the pressure of my urine building inside me, and I wasn’t sure what the consequences of all of this were.  I had only done somethign like this with one lover, who I totally trusted.  And I was still unsure of Mel.

“Piss on me!  Please!” she cried, and I couldn’t help it.  Pee burst from me, and exploded on her face.  She knelt in and the pee ran over her cleavage…. covering her chest and bodice to her dress. 

Mel tore at her dress, exposing her pale white breasts and very pink nipples.  She pinched them as more pee came from me, as I felt pure pleasure as I aimed and rubbed my clitty as I peed.  She opened her mouth and drank from my pee. 

After a moment, she helped me to my feet.

“Help me out of this horrible thing,” she cried.

I helped her unbutton, unzip, and yank her body out of her dress.  Til she wore a white thong only.

“Mmmmmm are you taking my virginity, Kath?  Turning me from a sweet innocent girl, into your lesbian sex toy?”

I pulled her strap up teasingly… She gasped and moaned in pleasure…

“Oh god, more!” she cried.

I pulled up more… the fabric entered her ass harder and dug into her lips.

“Oh god, oh god…. more… please more”

I couldn’t believe the way she was acting, but I was so turned on.  I pulled up higher, she moaned and strained against the fabric of the thong.

“Mmmm, split my hot cunt, Kath…. “

She bent over to get more pleasure… I pulled the thong to the side, and ran my finger up and down her ass.  She shuddered when I came to her anus.

“Oh no… not there…” she teased….

I ran a finger along her anus hole, before pushing a finger inside.  She arched her back immediately.

“Oh god…. yes…. Tyler won’t touch my butt.  Says it’s dirty.  But I love it… Please Kath…. please… more!”

I push the finger deep inside her anus.  Going in and out of her butt, teasing it.

“Tell me I’m a bad girl, Kath.  Tell me!” she cries.

“You’re a naughty little girl, Mel.  Only naughty girls like things in their ass.”

“Yessss…. yesss…. so naughty….” she repeats.

“Well then, you certainly won’t like this then,” as I push a second finger inside, stretching her, as I massage the flesh between her anus and slit.

“Oh god… oh god… please…”

I couldn’t help it, denying myself for too long.  I leaned in and started teasing her with my tongue.  I started licking the area between her anus and her slit.  Tasting the tender flesh there.

She howled.  And started rubbing her groin against my tongue as my fingers continued to push in and out of her butt.  I kept licking, tasting her deep juices flowing out of her.  She was loving this. 

I licked up to her anus, and back down to her slit, all the while keeping my fingers in her ass.  She was clenching so hard, my fingers were hurting, but she loved it.  Her body fiery with every touch.  I met her slit and licked towards her clitty.  She tasted wonderful, some girls taste like you want them to, and she was wonderful in my mouth.  She rose and fell with every lick.  Her legs splaying out wider, and wanting it more.

I push my fingers deep inside her butt, just as I start licking more furiously at her clit.  This was all she needed.  Her back arched.  She opened her thighs wide, and closed them, finally bouncing her butt up and down on the floor as the orgasm flowed through her.

I pulled myself up and we kissed each other, as the final waves of the orgasm washed over her.  We kissed, feeling our sweaty flesh mix.

We drifted in and out of pleasurable nappings.  The floor started to get harder and harder.

“How… how did you know?” she finally asked.

“Know what?” I said.

“That I liked my ass played with,” she replied.

“Oh… I don’t know.  I think I just know you.  We’re bonded like.  And also because I like it too.”

She smiled at this.

“Tyler won’t do anything there.  He says it’s dirty.”

“Oh it is,” I said back.

She looked at me, wondering my meaning.

“Only bad little dirty girls like to be teased back there,” I replied with a wink in my eye.

She smiled at me.

“Well, I guess only dirty girls have toys to fill my tiny ass too, huh?” she whispered.

I grabbed her hand and we walked upstairs for an afternoon neither of us would ever forget.

***

I sat in my car outside of the church.  I felt like I should be in there.  I wanted to be supportive of Mel’s decision.  But I felt awkward about it all. 

I tried to understand her motivations, but to tell you the truth, I really didn’t.  And I was equally unsure whether she would ever tell me.

The church bells started to ring, and I started the engine preparing to drive away.

I heard the hoot and the holler coming from the doors, as a streak of white came running out of the church.  I put the car into gear as Mel dove into the car head first, followed by a bunch of men in tuxedos looking rather confused.

I gunned the engine and we drove out of the church parking lot, like bats out of hell. 

“You always had to be the dramatic one!” I yelled.

She was throwing the veil out the top of the car, followed by her white high heeled shoes. 

“Yeah, well they wanted the big wedding.  So they got one, just one without a bride.”

I shook my head, as she kept undressing.  Throwing parts of the gown out of the car and onto the road, quickly becoming highway.

“You know, your parents will think I’ve abducted you.  Corrupted your mind with my wily lesbian ways,” I said, grinning at her.

“You did,” she said leaning over and rubbed my pants, right where a bulge of hardness indicating the strap-on I was wearing.

I laughed, as she crawled over and kissed me.

“Now, if you want to consumate this marriage, I suggest you find a hotel fast!”

“Whatever the queen bitch wants,” I said as I drove towards the local hotel, where I had already booked the honeymoon suite.

***END***

A beginning, hopefully…

This is the start of a story I have been trying to write for quite some time.  The story is that of a younger girl discovering pleasures with another friend her age.  The setting is the beach, during the summertime, and it does hit home for me, based on my childhood. 

This is going to be another slow one, and in fact this chapter is 100% set-up, without even a hint of any thing going on.  So if you’re looking for ‘action’, it’s not found in this post. 

Let me know what you think,

Luna

Weekend Friends – Part 1a
by Luna Zax

Story codes (gg, no sex)

My dog, Shelby, smelled it first.  He started sniffing at the window, right when we got off of the interstate.  My dad rolled the window down, and Shelby tried to stick his whole nose out the window.

“Can you smell it, Colleen?  That’s the ocean.”

I tried to sniff, but all I could smell was golden retriever.  Not an unpleasant smell, but I had been smelling it for the last two hours since we left home on that humid July afternoon.  Dad had taken off on friday, and we left soon after lunch.  I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, the sun-coated vinyl seat hitting a new spot on my bare leg, making me jump temporarily.

“You can’t get that at home, I’ll tell you that.  Ooooh look, Vegetable Stands, maybe we should stop?” 

The conversation continued between my parents debating the merits of stopping at a roadside stand versus just getting to the house.  As the stands flew by my window in the backseat in the air conditioned Oldsmobile, I was guessing that my mother won. 

My dad had been buzzing about the beach house since last December.  He thought it would be fun for us to rent a place in the town where he spent the summer with his aunt, uncle, and grandparents, Sea Point Grove.  So, we rented a house for the month of July, and were going to go down every weekend. It was supposedly a nice little cottage only 3 blocks from the beach.  

I sighed a little bit.

My mom turned back to look at me, “What’s wrong, Coll?”

I shrugged my shoulders.  I was looking forward to the summer down at the beach, but mostly I was thinking about Becky.  Becky was my younger cousin, and she was going to come down with us on the weekends.  But the previous weekend, she had broken her leg, and her mother thought that she would get sand in her cast.  She was probably right, but Becky and I had talked for months about what we were going to do at the beach: riding bikes, getting ice cream, going swimming, maybe even going on a boat. 

“I just… If only Becky could have come with us.  I was looking forward to it”

“Now Colleen, don’t let “if onlys” spoil a great weekend at the beach.  You don’t want to spend all of your time moping, and none of it having fun,” said Mom

I knew she was right, but it didn’t make it any easier.

“Plus, the people who we rented from said that there are a lot of kids your age on the street.  You can go and make some nice friends.”

I quietly sighed to myself and closed my eyes.  I wasn’t one who made friends easily, but I worked my butt off to not let my mom know about it.  My mom would overreact, or go to school, or have me go to some councellor, or even worse ask me if I made friends every day I came home from school.  My father wasn’t much better giving me generic, “Just go out there, and be yourself,” and “Be a leader not a follower,” and “One day you’re going to blossom and think you were so silly worrying about these things.”

I heard the sound of the car going over the bridge, and I opened my eyes.  Out my window was a low bridge, and underneath was the bay.  Greenish Blue, covered with marina and fishing boats.  I looked out the front window, peering between my parents bucket seats. 

“Do you see it?” said my father with an excited tone.

I looked out at the horizon, and there it was.  The ocean.  Stretching out as far as the eye could see.  You could even see the white tops of a few waves. 

Regardless of my worry and my mood, a smile came across my face.  My father quickly noticed and gave my hair a tossel.

“That’s my girl,” he said, “You’re going to love it.  I promise.” 

I sat back down in my seat, embarassed that he noticed my emotion, and even worse that he made a promise that he couldn’t keep. 

The excitement in the car grew: my father’s voice getting louder and louder, my mother fidgeting and trying to fold up maps and clean up the front seat, the dog was circling and looking out the window,  and even I got anxious to be on my feet. 

My father made a left turn, and we pulled up this street, where each house had a different look.  Some old cottages that looked to be 100 years old or so, a few up and down houses each with decks, and a few newer houses with several sections.  Finally, my father pulled into a small red cape cod style house with a long driveway.

“Here we are,” he said before parking it in the driveway, and popping the trunk. 

I stepped out of the car, and now even I could smell the salt air.  It was wonderful, for sure.  I was surprised when a gust of air brushed across my arms giving me goosebumps.  It had been so hot when we left home.  I covered my arms with my hands, and shivered slightly. 

My mother noticed and replied, “It’s cooler at the seashore.  People used to come to the beach when they didn’t have air conditioning, cause the city was too hot.  You’ll need more jackets and long ziptops than you think.”

Dad dropped a few bags of luggage on the pavement, and I grabbed the fading lavender bag that I recognized as my own.  Mom grabbed her purse and headed to the front door, fumbling for the keys to the cottage.   I looked around on the street, it was bright and cheerful, but there was no one there.  So much for teeming with kids.

Mom unlocked the door, and we went inside.  The smell inside the house was musty but the hint of saltiness from the air made it rather pleasant.  The house was a bit warm, but mom said that it had been closed up for months.  There was a little bit of dust on the furniture, and the windows needed to be opened. 

“Well, we’ll have to clean it up a bit,” said Mom, “But that won’t take long.  I know that your father is anxious to get on the beach today.  Listen Colleen, why don’t you go down the hall and pick which bedroom you want.  Since Becky isn’t here, you can take your pick of the double or the room with the big bed.

I walked back to the room, and inspected both rooms.  The room with the double twin beds looked the best.   It had the most room, and plenty of drawers to put things in.  The light in the room was good for reading, and it was far away from my parents bedroom and the living room, so I’d have some privacy.   I raised the blind and opened the window and the breeze from the ocean hit my face.  In the warm and stuffy house, it felt really nice. 

I dropped my bag on the first bed in the room, and sat on the bed closest to the window.  I liked it well enough.  Once Mom put my sheets on the bed, and I put my pictures up, it would feel enough like home.

I sighed as I lay on the bed, wondering what the seashore had to offer me.

***

The rest of Friday was rather pedestrian.  I helped my parents unload the car, and went with Mom to go get groceries.  By the time we came back from the store, the cars were driving into town for the weekend.  My father was walking around rather smug that he had taken off Friday, as if it was some big secret he had learned.

My dad cooked steaks on the hibachi grill that he found in the shed behind the house.  I stood outside with him, practicing jumping rope and doing cartwheels.  We had a really nice dinner, and my parents sat on the porch saying hello to everyone who walked by the street.  I stayed in my room and read my book. 

Mom said that the salt air makes you tired more easily.  I’m not sure that’s true, I may have been exhausted from the day, but I did fall asleep somewhere around 9:30.

The next day I awoke to the smell of sausages cooking in the kitchen.  I normally hate breakfast, as I really don’t like eggs, but the smell was wonderful.  I prepped my hair a little bit, and came out to find my Mom cooking sausages and pancakes, something she rarely made because of my father’s diabetes. 

“Well hello there sleepyhead.  Slept in your clothes did  you?” she asked cheerfully.

I nodded agreement as I rubbed the sleep dust out of my eyes.

“You were asleep when your dad and I came in from the porch.  I would have helped you change, but you seemed really tired, so I just let you go.”

Although I felt weird after sleeping in my clothes, especially my socks, I agreed inwardly that it was probably better to let me sleep.  I get cranky when woken up unexpectedly. 

“Where’s Dad?” I asked.

“Oh, your father decided to go for a walk with Shelby.  Wanted to go buy a newspaper.  He said, and I quote, that the salt air invigorated his dormant calesthenic and aerobic spirit within, end quote. ”

I nodded and grabbed a glass of orange juice that my mother had poured for me.  I pursed my lips together to strain out the pulp from the juice.

“It’s a beautiful day today.  Your dad said he saw some rafts and other beach stuff in the shed out back.  Why don’t you go look and see if there’s anything there that you want to take to the beach?” she asked. 

I grabbed my sandals and walked out of the house, and went around back to the shed.  As I walked back, I realized that there was just a small fence between our house and the house behind ours, like only 3 feet.  Total lack of privacy, where I was used to tall fences, or even creeks, treelines, and hills behind houses.  

I heard a noise, and saw a young boy playing in back of his house.  He was throwing a tennis ball against the back of the house, which was a flat brick wall, and then catching it.   He looked to be a few years older than I was, maybe 12 or so.   He was kindof tall and had brownish hair with a lot of freckles on his face. He wore a basketball tank top, and blue shorts. 

I tended to be scared of strangers, but the pebbles that filled the yard made it impossible to be silent.   He heard the noise and turned my direction.

“Hey there,” he called out friendily. 

I shrugged my shoulders and said hi back, and walked to the shed, which was unlocked.

“I saw that someone moved into the Johnson’s place.  You guys rent the house out the while summer?”

“No, just July,” I replied not looking at him.  I tried to pull the shed door, but it didn’t budge, despite the lock being undone.

“You have to lift it up,” said the boy who had walked closer to the fence separating us, “It sticks, so you have to lift it so it doesn’t hit the ground.”

I lifted up the shed door, like the boy suggested, and the door opened much easier.  I looked in and saw garden tools and materials, a clothesline, and old lawn mower, and various beach stuff, including an umbrella, beach chairs, a bucket and shovel, and two inflatable rafts, one an inner tube and the other a raft.

“Thanks,” I called out to the boy.

“What’s your name?” said the boy, “My name is Chris.  We’re staying at my grandmother’s house.”

“Oh ok,” I replied back, still feeling shy.  I was used to walking around the outside of the house without bumping into someone, that plus my general shyness made me want to run back inside, or have him go away.

“So, are you like in fifth grade or something?  You look like you’re the same age as my sister.  She’s in 5th grade.”

I called back, “No, I’m in 6th grade.  I’m going to turn 11 in June.”  I had always looked rather young for my age, but didn’t like to be reminded of it.”

“Cool.  I’m 12, but I’ll turn 13 in November. ”

“Nice,” I replied.

“My sister, Melissa.  She just turned 10.  Do you want to go with us to the park later?  I’m going to go shoot hoops, and my sister wants to tag along and watch.  You’re welcome to come along.”

“Oh ok.  That sounds like fun,” I started to say, but was going to decline.

“Great.  I’ll tell her.  She can stop by and get you, like around 10:30 or so.  Okay, bye.”

I started to say something, but he ran back into the house with his tennis ball.  I looked out to make a protest saying that she didn’t need to come to my house, but he was already gone. 

I looked over the condition of the two rafts.  Both looked fine, but needed to be filled with air.  I also found two beach balls underneath the raft.

I walked back inside the house, and told my mom who was still cooking breakfast about the rafts, “Plus,” I continued, “This boy from behind our house started talking to me.”

“Oh,” came the reply.

“Yeah, he was a little older than me.  Seemed to know about the house, and that we were renting it out,” I said thinking that maybe my depiction of a strange boy would stop my over-protective mother from things continuing.

“That’s probably the McIntyres.  They stay with their grandmother sometimes.  The person who rented us this place said that they were about your age,” came the reply as my mother continued to review the pancakes.

“Well, the boy… he invited me to go to the playground.  I didn’t know what we were doing, so…”

“We’re not going to the beach until later.  I think it would be good for you to make friends while we’re here.  I know you wanted Becky to come, but maybe the boy knows some girls you can hang out with,” responded Mom in her annoying, I know what’s best for you tone.

I had wanted Mom to give me an excuse to get out of going to the playground.   But hanging around the house with mom and dad wasn’t much better of an idea. 

I went and changed my clothes from the night before, gave my face a decent wash, and brushed my teeth.  I put on a green t-shirt and tan shorts, and wore my flops.  I went back out to greet the world.

A few minutes after I emerged from my room, my dad came back in the house with an enthusiastic Shelby in tow, who rushed for his water bowl, and started slopping up the water, spraying the legs of both me and my mother. 

My father raved about the salt air and the sun, as Mom served buttermilk pancakes with fresh blueberries.  I think she bought them right after Becky cancelled, as I love blueberries.  I was in post-sugar bliss when there was a knock a the front door followed by Shelby’s loud barking.

I looked over and slightly groaned when I saw the top of the boy, Chris’s sandy brown hair through the screen door.  My father looked curious at both of us, and started to go to the door.  My mother looked at me with a raised eyebrow, letting me know that she didn’t approve of me hiding behind my dad.

“Dad, it’s okay.  I’ll get it.”

He stood to the side as I opened the door pushing Shelby behind.  Chris was standing on the porch, a little worried about the dog. 

“Hi,” I said curtly, as I looked down at the ground.

“Hey!” he said, brightening, “I’m glad you answered the door.  You didn’t tell me your name, and I was hoping that I didn’t just have to ask for the girl of the house.”

He laughed at his joke, a little too much.  I smiled at him, to go along with it.

“Colleen, my name is Colleen.”

“Cool!” he replied, “I’m heading over to the playground.  I have some friends who might be there.  We can all hang out if you want.”

I heard the sound of footsteps on the stones, and then I saw a girl, presumably his sister.  She wore a blue bucket hat, and had the same sandy brown hair, with her bangs falling just overtop her forehead.  She was shorter than me, and her freckles covered her face.

“Hey Melissa.  Did you find the frisbee?”  asked Chris.

She rolled her eyes and threw it at his head.  He started to duck as I moved out of the way.  He grabbed the frisbee out of the air before it hits the ground.

“Quit it, Melissa… Don’t be a pain.”

She shrugged her shoulders, and looked over at me, noticing me for the first time. 

“Hi there,” she said, “You agreed to come to the playground after meeting my baboon of a brother?”

I shrugged, and not wanting to seem rude to Chris, “I wasn’t doing anything and it seemed okay.”

She smiles at me.  She has a really pretty smile, and I notice that she has bright emerald green eyes.

“Oh I know.  I’m busting on him.  He’s fine, just comes on a little much sometimes.  Do you want to go to the playground?  I just watch my brother.  Most of the girls in the town just go to the beach and stare at boys.” 

I shrugged my shoulders, not having much else of anything to do. 

“Okay great, let’s go!” she said, and the three of us walked towards the playground.

<End of Part 1a>

Luna’s Erotic Fiction Tips, Tricks, and Advice #103:  Nudism in Fiction

(Basically Luna’s Guide to Erotic Fiction is #101, and the last one is #102)

I do occassionally read straight erotic fiction… I know hard to believe… but is definately true…

Anyway, I have a recommendation of a good erotic author and then I’m going to slam him in the same article.. FUN!!!!!

I’ve been reading a series of erotic stories, from someone I really like. Nick Scipio writes a series called “Summer Camp” about a boy/man named Paul who goes to a nudist camp during his adolescent years, and takes him through his life journey (at least into college).

Although it borders on adolescent male fantasy, it is far better written than 95% of the other erotic fiction. At this point, he has written about 100 full length chapters of this story, and his dedication should be noted. He has created very real and complex characters. He does portray the lead character (obviously himself or wanting to be himself) as a sexual god, but hey… you probably can’t get the motivation to write 100 chapters if you don’t do that.

I would give the series as a whole, a solid A-.   Give his website a look, and check out the story. 

But, it got me thinking about nudism in erotic fiction. In this book and most erotic fiction, nudism is described as this ‘adolescent wet dream’ of… “Wow, people just go, shed their clothes, and you get to see naked women all day?” I mean all of the men and women in the story are attractive, and fit.

I mean, go to a nude beach one time. Just go. I’ve been to a topless beach. I enjoyed myself, and enjoyed getting tan. But there was nothing sexy about the experience, or sexy about 90% of the other people on the beach.

Now, in “Summer Camp” you see this. There is the initial reaction of Paul’s reaction at 14, and the general viewing of naked bodies, but after a while, the nudism in the daily lives of the campers is glossed over.

But, secondly, he takes the nudism thing too far. In the critical scene which takes the story into true erotic territory, Paul decides to help his Aunt Susan with some outdoor work totally in the nude, to the point where he and his Aunt are taking dead tree branches off of a roof in the nude.

Ummm, no… like never…

I thought I heard a long time ago… a very long time ago… that nudist camps are places where nudism is open and practiced… but it isn’t a place where people NEVER wear clothes. I’ve even heard that most people choose to wear clothes during dinner.

** I may be wrong here, I’ve never really investigates it, but this only makes common sense.  Feel free to comment or email me if I’m wrong**

I have never heard anyone suggest that anyone, male or female, should do work or chores, with their genitals hanging out. This is a ridiculous idea. Like a woman would ever do gardening naked. Yes, getting dirt into ones vagina wouldn’t cause any problems whatsoever. And for men, this is even more the case.

So, new erotic fiction rule:

Nudism is a leisure activity, and should only be practiced by characters when they are in some way, ‘relaxing.’

You see ‘Nudism’ used in erotic fiction all the time, especially to allow characters to shed their initial taboos. And it certainly is fun, and I wouldn’t want to deprive writers of this device. However, let’s have some forethought about it.

Post Edited on Friday, May 22, 2009

Okay, this is the edited version of a previous posting.  I started a chat with Paula (aka gymlinks) and my friend Sasha joined in.  Basically, as you will see, gymlinks asked me to tell her how I would seduce a younger girl (tween or awkward early teen). 

What follows is simply a stream of consciousness of a fantasy in my own head.  Certainly nothing meant by it, other than a story written on the fly. 

All conversation between me, gymlinks, and Sasha is put into ‘quoteblock’.  The rest is the stream of consciousness story from me.  Additionally, I added two paragraphs at the end, as the story trailed off, as Paula had thoroughly ‘enjoyed’ the story, and had to leave soon.  So I tied it off quickly.  Not interesting enough to go more than that. 

I always say, in the moment, is ‘in the moment’, and you can’t go back inside most times. 

Girl Seduction (over Chat) Recap

with Luna, Paula (gymlinks), and Sasha

gymlinks: Do you fantasise about being with a girl?
Luna Zax: you mean a younger girl… yes I fantasize about it…
gymlinks: tell me what you would like to do.
Luna Zax: my fantasy is to be the teacher…. and idealy to teach a girl who hasn’t discovered pleasure yet… either solo or with any partner…. and watch as she realizes the pleasure hit her for the first time
gymlinks: describe it for me.;-)

an awkward girl…. maybe just a little development on her boobs or hips… other girls more so… she’s very unsure…. I help her out in an innocent way…. she’s grateful…. I touch her leg…. she likes it but she’s feeling unsure about it all….

later on… we’re changing for some reason, or in the bathroom…. still innocent…. she sees my underwear…. lacey or maybe just boyshorts… complains that her mother still forces her to wear cutie lil girl undies…. I tell her that those are certainly cute and that many would find them attractive…. she blushes and doesn’t believe me

 Luna Zax:  like or going too slow?
 gymlinks: mmmmm

somehow, I’m driving her home… maybe… or to somewhere… she’s wearing a skirt…. I am too, I tell her to relax… we’re all girls…. I fan myself with my skirt… letting her see my undies, maybe a flash… she does it too and I see her cute purple Hannah Montana panties…

Luna Zax: I remark… and say… ooh cute… I lvoe Hannah Montana….
gymlinks: keep GOING
gymlinks: lol

I touch her thigh, just above her knee… tell her that she doesnn’t need to worry, she’s beautiful today, and should be who she is…. She blushes

she tell me that she’ll never be as pretty as me… I tell her that she already is…. she complains that she doesn’t even have boobies yet… I laugh and say that I wish I could go back before I HAD to wear a bra

we laugh, I tell her to enjoy the years she has… too many people are looking forward to being older… too many people look back with regret….

gymlinks: mmmm

She starts to cry for some reason, I pull her into a hug… she leans her head on my breast…. She apologizes… I tell her it’s no big deal… and then with a wink, I say that it’s even nice

she blushes furiously

I ask her, don’t you like touching your breasts? She shrugs her shoulders… I ask her, “Too scared to do it? Or feels weird?” She nods… “Feels weird, everything about my boobies feels weird”

I stroke her hair, “Well, sweetie… these feelings take time to process.” she looks at me curiously. “You know, THESE feelings?” I say again…. she still looks confused

Sexual feelings, I say finally… .not wanting to necessarily offend or scare her.

 gymlinks: I’m so hot right now, but ake your time.

She looks at her breasts… “I thought sexual touching is just with your… um… your….” “Vagina?” I say… humorously… She nods… “I thought that boobie are just boobies”

I say, “You know they are very sensitive… Women’s bodies are very sensitive, more than men’s bodies for the most apart. It’s why women used to cover themselves more… Women like their necks to be stimulated, their breasts, their stomachs, their thighs… it all builds up to pleasure… But really that’s for you to learn on your own or with your parents.”

There is silence for a few minutes… She finally says, “My parents see me as their little girl. And none of the boys like me. I really don’t know what you mean…”

Have you ever kissed anyone? Like both lips kissing.

She says My friend, Lis and I did once, but it was silly and we giggled about it after

Well, that’s the start, I can show you if you want… She is unsure…. “you wanted to know, sweetie… I’m just trying to help…”

She says yes, and I pull the car into a parking garage

we unbuckle our seat belts, and I stroke her hair gently…

She leans in quickly, I say… no no sweetie… relax… it’s natural… natural especially between girls…. no agendas here…..” She nods shyly, understanding, yet not understanding….

gymlinks: this is so beautiful.

close your eyes… and it will happen…. touch my chin with your fingers, and I will do the same…. we slowly lean forward and our lips touch… I let it be awkward at first because it should be… especially with one this young… then our lips mesh… the moisture flows between our mouths,… I open her mouth with mine…. and close it…. squeezing her lips with mine as I part the kiss maintaining my hand in her hair

Luna Zax: thanks
Luna Zax: better than I thought, writing on the fly like this
Sasha: Yes, Luna is very good at this.
gymlinks: comments from the peanut gallery lol.
gymlinks: keep going Luna babe.
Luna Zax: lol, was just about to ask if you were reading, Sasha
Sasha: course I was, Sweetie. Please continue…

The girl is very embarassed and flushed now…. and her nipples are very pointy

you see how your whole body tingles? that’s the feelings I described….

she says, “Its like weird tho…” I nod… yes, until you experience them more, it’s a weird combination of nervous, oversensitivity, hormones, and emotional highs and lows….

she says, “but that’s not… I mean… .is that a ….”

Is than an orgasm? I complete for her? she nods… I smile at her…. “It’s like saying the gentle lapping of a small wave on a river is the same things as a huge rush of a 12 foot ocean wave…. it’s not the same…. but same principals

I trace a finger from her neck down to the top of her t-shirt…. she shudders…. When you’re in this state your whole body is connected, and you can feel it from your head, down to your boobs, all the way down to your vagina

She’s really blushing now

Should I stop, sweeite, I ask… she shrugs her shoulders…. I tossle her hair a little bit…. “I’m sorry baby, but you do need to be a grown-up this once… If you are old enough to know about this, then you are old enough to be able to make a decision about it.”

She nods her head…. and says, “please tell me more…”

here sweetie, raise your arms…. she does, curiously, and I pull her t-shirt over her head…. revealing the cute pre-bra she has on… she blushes even more so… making her puffy nipples stand out even more

gymlinks: Just so everyone knows, I’m now in bed (my day off). I’ve put on my favorite big orange silky briefs and matching cami. I’m slowly running my hands over my panties, feeling my thick black pubes. I’m so wet right now.

see how your nipples are standing out… no one know why… but it has a real connection to the rest of our bodies…. as well as up here on our necks, and I trace my fingernail up to her neck by her ear

I slowly lean my head in her neck cavity and kiss lt lightly… I see her goose bumps….rise up and down her arm

I kiss her mouth again, a little more passionately, letting my tongue lap across her lips

my hands freely going up and down her arms.

with the back of my hand… I cross over her bra… gently bumping one of her nipples… she gets very shy and starts to pull away

shhhhh sweetie…. this is what being a girl is all about….

and sometimes only another girl can teach you….

she nods and comes back, and my hands rub her stomach now as I give her little pecks on her lips, letting her dictate some action, lettign her ride some sweet simple sensations

I gently push her head back and start kissing and licking her neck…. she squirms, and tell me that it tickles… and I keep doing it moving past the tickles… into the deeper pleasure within… she feels it…. and the little pleasure feeling runs through her body, taht even I can feel it

Luna Zax: (still good ladies, or ?)
Sasha: Very good, sweetie.
gymlinks: I second that motion lol

I slowly lift her bra up, giving myself a glimpse of what I’ve wanted to see… her cute little brown nipples so puffy… so aroused….

I wet a finger and caress one of them before she can protest, she is so embarrassed being exposed like this, but the tingles from her nipple arousal and now stimulation is too much

I kiss her mouth again… she is overloaded… unsure… her mouth opens to pant a little, she switched to her nose, and my tongue enters her mouth, and I pull her body into mine

my hands running up and down her back, her bare nipples pressed against my blouse

she is stunned, I take slight advantage of this and lean her back… my mouth descending on her other nipple… and I start gently… more gentle than any other girl I’ve ever been with… kissing and licking and sucking at her tender lil puffy nipple…

she wants me to stop… the feelings are too new… and too much, tho they are pleasure it’s very intense…. I realize that I’ve gone a little too far, but to a slight degree, I need to show her what’s on the other side, and I start sucking stronger, and teasing her other nipple…. dancing on one with my tongue, lightly and furiously…. a small wave crashes through her, and she squeezes her legs together…. so nervous so tingly so strange… I kiss up to her mouth, and she still responds…. I caress her hair and stop touching… allowing her to come down…..

Luna Zax: ( I feel like a librarian at a kids library, telling them story time)
gymlinks: you at the back, re you chewing gum lol
Sasha: lol

I keep running my hand through her hair…. “You okay, sweetie?” I say… she nods….”Did you like it? Or no… you can say”

 “She nods… but seems unsure at the decision….”

Do you want to go home, or do you want to go to my house?

she thinks a while, and says, “Your house”. we drive back to my house as she calls her mom saying that she’s staying with a friend for the afternoon

gymlinks: I’m still caressing my pubic hair, I’m getting so wet, but I don’t wanna cum till you’re finished.
gymlinks: Take you’re time.

We kiss some more…. and I ask her, “do you want to sit here in the living room?” she shakes her head, too open… “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” She shaekes her head again… Not ready for that yet…

How about the bathroom? I say… She looks curious… I have a nice bathtub and we can make ourselves pretty and smell nice if you want…

she nods…. and I take her by the hand, and we go into the bathroom…. I help her out of her shirt and bra, so she is topless, like she was in the car

I ask her to help me out of my shirt… I cross my arms and she helps it over my head, she sees my green bra… with my nipples visible through the material…

She starts to look away… I gently pull her face back… “Don’t be ashamed, sweetie”

I grab her fingers and guide it to my nipples… and let her touch them…. she feels my nipples harden through the material…. my hands drop and she gets fascinated by the nipples rising to the sensation

mmmm, don’t forget the other one… I guide her hand to the other one… and she gets bold enough to tweak my other nipple, and I sigh… for the first time…

“Do you ever do that?” I ask… she shyly nods her head… “See, girl secrets… like squeezing out legs together….”

At this she gets so red in the face… I can’t supress my laugh…. “It’s ok… we all love that…. there are so many shared experiences… we should share”

I reach behind my back and unhook my bra… “mmmm, feels so good to have that off…” and her hands go back to them…. small hands hitting my sensitive nipples… making me feel oh so nice… all over

Luna Zax: (grrr finger cramps)
Sasha: (LOL…From the keyboard or otherwise?  )
gymlinks: you deserve a break if you need one lol
Luna Zax: (keyboard…. and we’ll never capture this again… I’ve tried… )
Luna Zax: glad Paula is feeling so good, and Sasha is enjoying over breakfast

 the girl keeps rubbing my breasts, eventually getting over enthusiastic and start moving them around… I stroke her hair, “why don’t you kiss them”

she seems unsure… but lowers her head, and kisses it briefly….

 “nothing funky, sweet girl… just flesh…” I assure her and she kisses again… the third time she kisses with a little tongue… and I am so unprepared for it… She switches nipples and kisses more… more tongue… more teasing me…. she is learning so well…. and I’m getting crazier…..

I pinch the other one… squeezing it so hard… and she keeps gently kissing as I pull on it.. .

I pull on her little tender nipples, and she clamps down on my nipple… both of us moan… my legs clamp shut to control the buzzing between my legs…. She pulls up to my mouth, and we are kissing open mouthed… tongues dancing…. our nipples touching…. so intense and so insane

We moan a while kissing each other… eventually our hands leave each other… I lean over and start the water for the bathtub…. she looks surprised… “I need to be cleaned after all that, don’t you…” she looks at me and nods… I let her pour some cucumber bath gel making the bath all foamy…. I grab some nice gel and I pull down my skirt revealing my matching green undies…. she goes back to being somewhat nervous

I help her skirt down, and she stands there in her Hannah Montana panties… “you want them off, don’t you?” I ask… she shyly looks down, and then looks up at me and nods

I hook my fingers in her undies, and slide them down…. she is bare between her legs…. puffy and full…. I help her to pull my panties down… she sees my pubic hair, nicely trimmed, and I even let her run her hands across it, blushing furiously

crazy, isn’t it. I ask, she nods

I sit on the edge of the tub, the bubbles filling up… I open my legs a little for her… and smile… she looks confused as to my smile, and I open wider…. she looks down… seeing my sex exposed slowly before her…. she slowly opens her legs a little too

I’m so turned on… I want to rub and let everything open up… but I don’t want to go too quickly…. I open my thighs wider, my lips begin to part, I feel the stickiness… she does the same, and I can tell the sensation between her legs is very curious to her
 
I keep going, my lips widening, my inner pink revealed, she looks from curiosity more than desire

She widens, and I see the cutest inner pink ever… glistening with wetness and desire… she is to a degree ashamed…. she’s a good girl and good girls don’t open their legs like this… but the desire has us both in its grip

I spread even wider and rub my thighs…. turning off the water…. she does the same… never being so exposed…. we both love it…..

“You loving this baby girl?” I ask

She nods, “Yes… are we going in the tub now?”

I nod and we get immersed in the bubbles…. I quickly pull her into me and we are caressing among the bubbles… my hands spread her thighs… sweetly, but with intention… she doesn’t care anymore, so enthralled with the pleasure

I run my finger along her pussy lips, she shudders…. I open her up, the clitty, swelling between my fingers…. she’s so wet… I can feel it even in the tub…. I kiss her mouth as my fingers stroke her sensitive spots….

She moans…. she’s squirming all over…

** New Content** 

The orgasm hits her.  It’s been building for so long.  Her body rocks with it, and then clenches, as the waves crash along her body, and the sensations run from her pussy to her brain and back down… She arches her back, I caress her during it, and she’s panting, moaning, unsure, but in my warm embrace.

She comes down.  I kiss her cheek, telling her that she is a beautiful beautiful girl, and that she is lovely.  We stay in the bathtub, as I run my hands gently and caressingly across her body as the impact of the orgasm flows back into the ocean like the disappearing tide.

** End of New Content**

Luna Zax (how you, Paula?) 
gymlinks Oh you better beleive I’m still here. 
Luna Zax (did ya creamie? or still holding off?) 
gymlinks I couldn’t hold back any longer. 
Luna Zax mmmmmm, naughty girl 
Luna Zax bet it was wonderful 
gymlinks hehe. Lune, you are amazing. 
Luna Zax lol, glad I got you so worked up

END

A follow up on my posting on my Guide for Writing Erotic Fiction page, which has been getting some responses, so I thought I’d collect some additional thoughts on this page:

Other rules for writing erotic fiction:

• Create your own characters… Look, we all have fantasized about fictional characters from books, television, movies, or music. But to spend a lot of time writing a sex story involving Lindsey Lohan or Hermione seems really ‘cheap’. First off, it’s lazy, you can easily write a substitute where you actually define the character, instead of letting our preconceived notions and descriptions carry us. And, secondly it just seems juvenile to me.
• A good rule of thumb for writing erotic fiction is to concentrate on the scenario or concentrate on the sex. Either craft an interesting scenario that piques my libido (e.g., recently divorced woman meets a cute lifeguard while on vacation) or create a sexual nuance that might be enticing (Jane’s boyfriend breaks out the leather straps). Trying to do both usually leads to uneven stories
• Despite ideas to the contrary, you probably don’t want to write your “favorite” fantasy. Mostly because you’re going to get sidetracked in your mind. I have so many stories that I can’t write, because I get too turned on to type.
• I tend to throw two characters into a situation where I know that sex is going to occur, and I either write about the situation or I write about the sex, depending on my mood. The problem with this is that usually there’s parts of each that remain unfinished, and I have little desire to complete, as my head has moved on.
• I think that promiscuity (sexual openness) of all partners in a story makes for bad erotic fiction. I’m not saying that everyone should be chaste. But, I think your story world is better when some people are involved in a monogamous relationship, some are between relationships and not just looking for sex, and some are looking for whoever and whatever. You can have your characters ‘give in’ or have your characters ‘refrain’, but the mindset of all of your characters shouldn’t be “I want to fuck everyone I meet.”
• Would it hurt to have characters in erotic stories be less than stunningly beautiful. I mean, I am attracted to people who aren’t drop dead gorgeous. And there are some that are my personal poison, that don’t necessarily appeal to everyone. I know that we all are describing fantasy people, so that their uber-attractiveness is probably going to make it into the description. But a little realism might be more fun.
• I heard this once on the radio. That basically the best ‘porno’ is where the girl says, “No… No… No… Yes…” The whole no means yes… It’s probably true.
• I like stories that are a ‘series’… where additional erotic encounters occur… However, when you do this, there is a ‘trap’ where you feel the need to escalate the sexual content in each episode. And eventually you run out of new territories to explore. Keep this in mind when continuing a story.
• I think each story should concentrate on a single erotic fetish at a time. Two, if they fit together… (like S&M and bondage), but still ONE should be the focus. You shouldn’t have a single story with food, toys, bondage, pain, exhibition, humiliation, water sports, incest, non consentual, and snuff. That’s like adding cinnamon, rosemary, celery salt, onion powder, sardines, and chocolate into a single recipe. 
•  Men in most stories are distilled to three stereotypes: Attentive lovers, Sexual Predators/Seducers, and Total Misogynists. We can expand this a little.

Okay, that’s my list… please feel free to add any additional ones, if you like.

Cheers,

Luna

Finally, after months of planning and writing, here is the second installment in the Four Wedding Stories series. The first in the series, The Fitting, can be found here.

I’m sorry for the delay… I say that the erotic muses didn’t visit me too often, but that’s only half of the truth… The truth is that I created characters that spoke to me, on such a ‘real’ level, that it was very difficult to write a ‘quickie’ erotic story about them. Jana and Amy became very real to me, over the last six months. And I couldn’t do them the disservice to them.

Anyway, the plan is to post this here, so the few readers that hit this site first, get first crack. Then I will post it to the usual other places: Nifty and Leslita etc.

Enjoy!

Luna Zax

P.S. Please note, this is not a “sequel” to the fitting… None of the stories are even inner related. Probably should have, but so be it.

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“Oh…my… God!” cried Jana when she saw herself in the mirror. Amy had to put her hand over her mouth to stop giggling, “It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad??? Peach! PEACH!!!!!”

Jana was talking about the Peach colored bridesmaid dress she was wearing. It was awful. Peach from head to toe. Three-quarter length sleeves, with lots of lace, and a big bow on the back of the dress. And it rustled when Jana walked from one end to the other. And finally, to top it all off, peach colored heels.

Obviously, this wasn’t the first time that Jana had wore the dress, but she kept making excuses for it: It’ll look better during the daytime; I won’t feel this way on the day of the wedding; It won’t be bad cause the others are wearing the same color…

But now reality was setting in. The dress was purchased and it was on Jana’s body. It was the day of Christy’s wedding, and there was no going back.

“It’s the worst thing I’ve ever seen. It’s worse than that cranberry colored thing you wore at Hannah’s wedding. At l least that didn’t have all this.

At this Amy started laughing hysterically, rolling on the bed of the hotel room.

“I don’t know what you’re all laughing about,” said Jana, “You’re going to be wearing it as well.”

Amy still continued to laugh. “I guess what they say is true,” she said between laughs as the tears ran down her face, “The bride chooses a color so that the bridesmaids look so awful, that she looks gorgeous by comparison.”

Jana finished putting on the dress, through lots of moaning and groaning. She then went into the bathroom to finish the rest of her makeup. Amy still heard a few remarks of “FUCK!” come from the bathroom. Amy was sure that the extra mirrors in the bathroom weren’t making that dress look any better.

Amy looked at herself in the mirror. She was 24 years old, and it was the first time that she was going to be a bridesmaid. She looked at herself in the mirror. Amy had black hair, was on the short side, and had an average figure. That average figure was about to get lost in the folds of the peach colored bridesmaid fabric. With her unremarkable chest and big hips, Amy looked better in jeans and a t-shirt than she ever did dressed up.

Amy slipped her jeans and her white tank top off. She hung up those clothes before pulling out her underwear out of her suitcase.

Amy much preferred wearing comfortable undies, almost all the time. But it was a special occasion. She took off her white sports bra and cotton panties. She hooked the lacey black bra around her

She still couldn’t believe that Christy was getting married. Amy still thought of herself as being waaay to young to settle down. Wanting to see more of the world, understand more of the choices that existed. But Christy was the down-home girl, who liked things very traditional.

So maybe it wasn’t crazy for Christy at all… Maybe the craziness was that she never thought about marriage at all.

“Plenty of time for that later,” she muttered to herself.

“What???” came a cry from Jana who stuck her head out of the bathroom with her curling iron in her hair.

“I said you look like a peach alligator!” yelled Amy laughing to herself.

With that Jana picked up the complimentary bar of soap in the bathroom and flung it at Amy, who dived out of the way.

Amy laughed and thought about the path that led them here.

***

Jana and Amy had been friends with Christy in college. They had met during their freshman year, and had basically been inseparable while they were there. They even rented an apartment during their last two years in school. And if Amy’s bad cooking, Christy’s snoring, and Jana’s inability to clean the bathroom hadn’t broken their friendship up, then nothing would.

It was the first time that Amy had been back to the area, since she left. She quickly got a job in Atlanta, and really loved it down there. Jana had stuck around for a while, but she found herself moving closer to home in New Jersey. Christy stayed in the area, and started getting settled in with her boyfriend, Jacob. He moved into the apartment that the three girls had rented, and next thing you knew they were engaged.

It was rather surprising. Christy was very choosy when it came to men, and was not one who let her guard down often. In college, she dated guys often, but rarely was in a relationship. And she rarely met one who truly met her approval on all counts.

She also was very private. Amy and Jana would stay up late at night talking about their sexual mishaps and encounters. Christy was much more reserved, and only once admitted that she had sex with a guy she had met at a bar.

Her parents had raised her to be a typical southern belle, but they did not have the money to go along with it. She tried to be very prim and proper, but was a really good soul. Jana and Amy had really gotten her to let loose and have fun, but it was Christy who had kept the girls from getting into too much trouble.

It was surprising that she would be the one who would get married first. But Jacob had completely swept her off her feet, or so she said. When Amy and Jana moved away, Christy got very lonely. Amy and Jana both invited her to move near them, but Christy preferred to stay near college, as it was still close to her parents.

Jacob seemed nice. The type of guy that any girl’s parents would be thrilled to be interested in their daughter. His family was well-off, but not rich. He was an accountantwho already owned a house with an acre of land. And he was heavily involved in a local church.

Amy saw him as a step backwards for Christy, who had really come out of her shell in college. In their phone conversations, Jana said that she felt that Christy would be pregnant in a year, and that they would never hang-out with Christy again.

***

Jana was the more likely to be married. She was the serial monogamist in college. Basically getting a new boyfriend every semester, but the problem was when she went back to Jersey, she would always hook-up with her high school sweetheart, Steve. Each time she promised herself and her friends that she and Steve were soul-mates, and this time it was “Forever”. And after a month, one of them would have sex with someone else, confess it to their partner, and the break-up would begin again.

Amy wasn’t really surprised. She didn’t like Steve at all. He was a typical rich jock, who literally thought that every girl should swoon over his muscular body, his great car, or his reputation. Plus, he was extremely jealous, and started a fight any time that another guy looked at Jana.

Admittedly, Jana was a huge flirt. She always wore low-cut tops and short skirts that showed off her ample cleavage and curvy legs. And Jana would toss her blonde hair, and giggle at all the right points. Jana would flirt her way into getting free drinks, free food, free access to clubs, and all the attention she wanted. And with a jealous boyfriend, like Steve, this wasn’t a good combination.

Jana lived with Christy and their friend Hannah for a year after Amy moved to Atlanta. But eventually Jana’s parents pressured her to move closer to home. Amy always felt that Jana wanted to move back, so that she and Steve could get back together. That was two and a half years ago.

Steve and Jana came to Hannah’s wedding the previous year, looking very much like the couple who was next in line. Most of their friends said that they would be picking out china patterns in the near future.

Amy called Jana after they had both gotten the call from Christy asking them to be her bridesmaids.

“I’m so happy for her,” said Amy, “I can’t believe that she’s getting married.”

“It’s going to be great,” said Jana, “The reception is going to be in this really fancy hotel out by where her parents live. Do you want to get a room together, or do you want to fly solo.”

“Huh? I thought you would be going with Steve.”

“No. Steve and I broke up, last month.”

“Oh?” said Amy. She paused again, not hearing the usual distress in her friend’s voice, and she couldn’t help but make a comment. “Again huh?”

Jana laughed a little, but it was forced. “No, I’m afraid it’s permanent this time.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Cause he knocked a girl up this time.”

“What?” came Amy’s shocked voice over the telephone.

“Yeah. She’s only 18 as well. Was at a party, and she started flirting with him, and he was too drunk to stop her (so he says). And one thing let to another, and next thing you know, she’s pregnant.”

“Oh my god! Jana! When did he tell you this?”

“Just a few weeks ago. I didn’t call cause it’s the same-old-thing. Me expecting Steve to change, and he never does. Well, I learned my lesson and so did he. Cause she wants to keep the baby.”

Amy didn’t know how to react to Jana this time. Her new attitude towards Steve was completely different from previous encounters.

“How is he handling that?”

“He’s not. After confessing this to me, he was crying, begging for my advice. He had no idea what to do. He hoped the girl would have an abortion, but she wants nothing of the kind. Her parents are even more Catholic than mine are. I told him that he’s asked a lot from me in the past, but asking me how to deal with his pregnant fuck-toy is going too far.”

“Good for you.”

“I told my parents. Who as you know, never believed my side of the story. And after they learned it was true, basically told me I was never to even talk to him again.”

“Well, I’m sorry, none-the-less.”

“So am I, but it’s probably good for me. I always went back to him. I mean it sucks now. But in a year, I’m going to be great.”

The conversation trailed off after that. Jana and Amy agreed to split the hotel room, but hadn’t talked much since.

***

“Okay, now zip me up please,” said Amy to Jana as she turned around.

Amy felt Jana’s hands move the zipper up, as she called from behind…

“Will you finally admit that these dresses are ugly? A crime against humanity. A curse on both our houses!!!!”

Amy laughed, “It’s not that bad, Jana. It’s not as if anyone is going to be looking at us. Plus, it must be your extra tan and fat butt that makes it bad for you.”

Jana’s hands teased at her dress.

“You really shouldn’t make fun of the person who is in charge of your being able to wear this outfit out there in the church,” said Jana somewhat hotly. Amy knew she had gone a little far. Jana could laugh things off mostly, except her butt. She was very self-conscious that she wouldn’t develop the New Jersey Housewife Ass.

Amy thought it was silly that Jana worried about it. She wished she had more butt, and thought Jana’s butt had a rather attractive curve to it.

“I’m sorry. You know I was kidding.”

Jana paused a moment, before snapping the back of Amy’s bra before zipping it up and fastening the buttons.

“OUCH! What are you in 7th grade?” said Amy.

“Serves you right,” said Jana.

Amy grabbed the bottle of perfume out of her bag and started to spray herself. Jana grabbed the hairspray out of her bag and applied it one more time.

The two of them joined each other in front of the mirror, a ritual they had developed back in college, but this time it was without their third member.

“So how do we look?” said Jana.

“We look better than most mortal men ever deserve,” replied Amy.

“Damn right! We should remember that always!” said Jana, speaking the part that was normally spoken by Christy.

They held up pinky fingers and intertwined them, and they headed out the door.

***

The wedding ceremony was really nice. Jana accompanied Jacob’s brother Stephen down the aisle. And Amy was paired up with Jacob’s best friend, Danny. Both were really nice guys, and Jacobs’s best men. Stephen was married, but Danny was not.

Amy had met Danny on a few occasions, and had really enjoyed talking to him. He seemed interested in her, but unsure of her.

Each of them made their way down the aisle, the photographer clicking pictures the whole way. On the girls side there was Leah, Christy’s younger sister, and April who was Stephen’s wife. On the guys side there was Christy’s brother, Dave, and a young boy that Amy didn’t know.

Jacob joined the party at the altar. He looked very good in his tuxedo. They had gone with the three piece black tuxedo with no tails, and peach ascots to match the color of the bridesmaids’ dresses. The peach didn’t look any better on the guys, but… they seemed to be fine with it.

And when Christy came into the church… the air left the room. Amy thought she had never seen her friend look more attractive. Christy wore a very understated off the shoulder lacey white dress with a large veil and long train. It was pretty without being too sexy. It was classy without being old fashioned.

She thought the style of the dress fit Christy perfectly. Christy carried lovely peach colored roses, which matches the corsages that all of the girls wore. It was a perfectly lovely ceremony. Amy smiled over at everyone.

When she looked at Jana, though, she noticed that Jana had a very strange expression on her face. Like a dark cloud had come across. She started to get concerned. This was not the time for a Jana meltdown.

The ceremony went off without a hitch. Amy tuned out most of the ceremony. She was never a big fan of pomp and circumstance in a church, and Christy’s fundamentalist Christian church ceremony did turn her off slightly.

But she did well up and start to cry when the reverend said, “Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you: Mr. and Mrs. Joshua Anderson.” It was very emotional, and the whole place started applauding. She took the time to look over at Jana, who applauded as well, but she looked like she was in another state. Just going through the motions.

***

They walked out to the receiving line, and greeted everyone who came through, even though they recognized only a few people.

However, they were greeted by a familiar face, and not a familiar face that was a pleasant one.

“Hi ladies!” said a man their age with slicked back blonde hair, sparkling teeth, and a smug look on his face.

“Oh my god! Leo???” said Amy.

“Correctamundo,” said Leo. Leo was guy that the girls knew in college, who tried to flirt with all of them, at one point or another… sometimes all in the same night.

He wasn’t actually a bad guy. He had no qualities that you would warn someone about. But there weren’t any good ones either. He always tried to hard. He wasn’t subtle at his leering at other girls. And he was really really really cheap. And always thought of himself as much cooler than he actually was.

“What are you doing here,” said Jana, coming out of her stupor.

“I bumped into Christy a few months ago and she invited me. I thought about bringing a date, but it’s better to go stag to these things. Never know when the bridesmaids will want to ride the Leo Express.”

“Uck,” said Amy, genuinely disgusted by the request.

“You’re pathetic, Leo!” said Jana.

“Doesn’t matter, ladies. But I will expect to see you two lovelies on the dance floor this evening!”

The two of them exchanged glances as Leo wandered out of the church hall.

***

The reception was rather nice. Christy wanted it informal, so they had a DJ instead of a band. The meal was decent, and Amy ended up talking to Danny the whole night. Just some fun, harmless flirting. She wasn’t going to be one of those bridesmaids who threw off the dress and ended up with some guy.

After dinner, Danny leaned over to her.

“We definitely have to get one good dance in, Amy.”

She nodded, and placed her hand on the side of his face. Then again… plans did change…

But the night was fun, and the drinks were flowing. Amy did feel more amorous, but she wanted to keep her cool. Jana on the other hand was getting completely wasted it seemed. She was downing Champagne as quickly as she could get it. By the time dinner was over, she was slurring some words and had that same look on her face that Amy had seen in the church.

Everyone danced quite a bit. Christy pulled both Amy and Jana onto the dance floor when the song, “Lady Marmalade” was played. It was their theme song back in college.

Amy watched as Jana would get dragged out of her fog and started to enjoy herself, but immediately she would fall back into it.

Jana even was distracted when Christy threw the bouquet. It fell right near Jana, but she didn’t go anywhere near it. Instead Leah grabbed the bouquet. Amy wanted to say something, but got distracted talking to various people who she hadn’t seen since college…

“Come on Amy, you have to say something for the camera!” said Dave, the best man pulling her away from the dance floor. Amy was pulled out to the lobby. The videographer was there, and he was interviewing Christy’s parents.

“Just remember, dear. We love you very very much. We are so happy for you and Jacob. You looked so beautiful up there. Our little girl, all grown up…” her mother went on as her dad rolled her eyes.

Dave brought Amy in front of the camera. She smoothed out her dress, and tried to look more sober than she felt.

“Hi Christy. I wish…. Um, wow… I had something all planned, but after a few Cosmos, those thoughts just go right out of your head. Whoosh, okay….

“Christy, I’ve known you for like 7 years now, and I’ve never seen you so happy. I truly mean that. You know that you are like a sister to me. And I guess that makes Jacob, my brother. So he’d better stop ogling me.”

Amy stopped, cause she was laughing way too hard at this, the alcohol had made her giggle uncontrollably for a minute.

“In all seriousness. You two are wonderful. I can’t believe that you are married, Chris. But I wish nothing but happiness for both of you for the rest of your….

Suddenly there were arms around her shoulders, and Jana was there talking into the camera.

“Hello sweetie,” she said to Amy as she looked into the camera, “And hello married people. I want to thank you both for a delightful wedding. It truly was special. I’ve… I’ve… I’ve never seen two people look happier.”

She was starting to slur her words more and more, and Amy started to get worried about the look on her face.

“I wish you health, wealth, and happiness,” she continued, “Jacob, you probably want to make sure that your honeymoon suite is far away from everyone else, cause Christy is a screamer… And, Christy, I love you sweetie, so much. But if you ever make me wear peach again, I will hunt you down and kill you. Both of us will, won’t we sweetheart”

Amy turned beat red, as she knew that this was probably going to be watched by Christy’s family at some point in time, and she didn’t want that to be the words they were remembered by.

“No, I mean… I wouldn’t have chosen peach, but it’s your day, Christy. Not ours. And you looked lovely up there.”

“Traitor!” Jana mockingly screamed into the camera, “She hates the dress just like I do. I can’t wait to get it off. In fact, maybe I’ll get the dress off the old fashioned way.”

She laughed to herself and sauntered off, back into the banquet area.

“Um, well…” Amy said into the camera, trying to maintain some composure. “I guess at my wedding, it’ll be your turn to say drunk things about me. Anyway, best wishes you two. Everything was great.”

Amy walked away from the camera, and went back in the room to look for Jana.

As she walked into the room, Danny walked in front of me.

“Hey, there you are!” he said politely, “I’ve been looking all over for you. You promised me a dance.”

“Oh, Danny… Definitely…” Amy replied, “I want to dance with you, but… I want to find Jana first. She’s really acting strange, even for her. So I just want to.”

“Come on now, Amy. Jana is a big girl. She can take care of herself. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

Danny extended his hand to Amy. She reluctantly took it, and walked out with him onto the dance floor. The song changed from a slow Kenny G jazz song to “Everything I Do” by Bryan Adams.

It was a perfect moment. There was Danny and Amy dancing slow on the dance floor. And yet, Amy was distracted the entire time. Danny held Amy close to him, and she responded as best as she could, but the entire time she was thinking to herself, “I hope this song is over soon, so I can go find Jana.”

Several other couples started dancing near Amy and Danny, entering their orbit, but Amy barely noticed. Amy’s thoughts were a million miles away.

The song ended. Amy smiled up at Danny, “That was nice,” she said.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I bet it would be even nicer if you were paying attention to me. But I get it. Get on out of here.”

He was nice enough, but he was obviously disappointed.

Amy replied, “I’ll make it up to you, Danny. I promise.”

She went back to their table to find no one there. Many of the couples were out on the dance floor, and others had left for the evening. Amy noticed that Jana’s bag wasn’t on the chair anymore. She looked under the table to be sure, but it definitely was missing. Amy was sure that it meant that either Jana went to the bathroom, or she left the banquet area.

Amy started to walk out, when she bumped into Christy’s sister, Leah.

“Leah!” she exclaimed, “Have you seen Jana?”

“She’s the blonde girl, right? I think I saw her leave a little while ago with some guy.”

“Guy? What guy?”

“I don’t know. She was hanging on his arm pretty tight, though.”

Amy raced out of the banquet hall area. She had no idea what Jana was up to, or what guy she would have left with. She didn’t see Jana talking to anyone all night. And, it was obvious that Jana was doing things for the wrong reasons.

***

Amy hurriedly walked down the hall towards the rooms where the bridal party was staying. She listened for any signs of Jana. She thought that she would check their room first, just in case some guy took her to their room, because she was so drunk. Maybe there’s a decent guy who just wanted to let her sleep it off.

As Amy approached the room, she could definitely hear giggling from inside the room. She swallowed the embarrassment that might come in a few minutes, as she knocked on the door twice and opened it.

Amy went inside and flipped on the lights, and there was Jana making out with Leo. Amy stood there stunned. She was no prude… but Amy knew that Jana hated Leo, that she felt he was really just sleazy and cheap.

LEO? LEO?

It just made no sense.

Despite being appalled and worried, Amy tried to make it seem like she had just accidentally wandered into the room.

“Whoops! What are you two doing here?” she said casually and trying to sound a little tipsy.

“What do you think we’re doing, Amy! Don’t you knock?” said Leo.

She looked at Leo about as harshly as she could. “First off, Leo, I did knock. Secondly, this is my room. Both Jana and I paid for this room. So that gives me the right to come in here whenever I want. Why don’t you two go to your room? Or were you planning on sleeping on the floor.”

This came off more harshly than she wanted, but Leo was a jerk, and he was known for being really cheap as well.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go!” he said angrily. There was a long pause as Jana looked between Leo and Amy.

“Go where?” said Jana.

“I don’t know,” said Leo, “We can find some place.”

“Where?” asked Amy, “In the front seat of your Miata?”

He glared at her even more, and replied “You coming?” to Jana with a tone of finality.

She sat there on the bed, staring at him. She looked over at Amy, and saw the look of disappointment on my face. Jana shook her head, and looked down on the awful green carpet.

“Fine!” he exclaimed, and grabbed his coat off of my bed, “Fucking cock tease, bitch!” he snarled as he opened the door and went down the hall.

Amy walked over to the door, opened it and yelled down the hall, “I think that Christy’s flower girl is available, if you want to hit on her, Leo!”

Amy locked the door, and slowly walked back and sat down on the bed, across from Jana.

“Jana?”

Jana didn’t look up at her.

“Jana?” Amy asked again, and lifted her chin up. Jana was crying. Her eyes were all puffy and red.

“Jana, what’s wrong? You’re not upset that I kicked Leo out of here, are you?”

She shook her head.

“Talk to me, sweetie,” Amy said soothingly, “I can’t help you if you don’t talk. I know you got lonely downstairs at the wedding, but it’s no reason to have sex with Leo of all people.”

She started to talk while fighting the tears from flowing.

“I… I just thought that it would be me who would be married first. It was supposed to be meeeee.”

Amy paused, and finally understood. The wedding… It was bringing forth the feelings that she had never expressed about Steve. She knew that Jana was keeping it all in. And now it was all coming out.

“Hey… hey… stop that. Steve was a jerk. He cheated on you dozens of times. You don’t still love him after all that, do you?”

“No,” came the tearful response, “But being here, at Christy’s wedding, wearing this awful dress. I mean, Steve and I talked about this. We talked about the colors that we would choose. About what music we would play. About the vows we would say.

“And… and when I finally left him, a part of that dream kindof died, but I didn’t really feel that until tonight.”

This stunned Amy. She knew that Jana thought she would be married to Steve, but she was surprised to hear that they had actually talked about it beyond just basic plans. Amy remembered that the two of them were constantly fighting with each other, in public and in private. And he cheated on her so often, and she even cheated on him to get back at him.

Amy never figured that the two of them ever discussed settling down together, simply because she never saw the two of them as the settling down kind. She decided to change her tact, and help out Jana, by helping to resolve things with Steve.

“Maybe if you tell him how you feel. Then, maybe things can change. I mean, I know he’s going to have a kid soon, but there are crazier relationships than that.”

At this she started laughing.

“Jana, I mean, I know your parents would hate you for it, but if you really love Steve then it would be worth it.”

The laughing turned into furious crying, interspersed.

“It’s kindof tough, as he’s getting married next month.”

“What?”

“He’s getting married to the little tramp he knocked-up, next month. He had the nerve to send me an invitation to the damn thing. It’s even going to be at the country club where we talked about having our wedding. I called him up, telling him he was the biggest fucking asshole in the world, to take our dream and give it to this two-bit, under-aged, whore!”

Amy immediately jumped across the bed, and took Jana in her arms hugging her. Her crying made Amy’s face wet with tears. The confession had taken a lot out of both girls.

Amy sat down on Jana’s bed, with their heads pressed against each other. She sobbed into the ruffled sleeves of Amy’s dress. As the two held each other, the dresses rustled together making noises. Amy had to stifle her giggles. Jana felt it too, and stopped crying for a minute

“These fucking dresses,” she muttered.

Amy ruffled her skirt against Jana’s which made even more noise. And Jana started to laugh a little.

“They’re not that bad. And we still look good in them,” said Amy.

“Yeah,” said Jana with a muffled response.

“Come on now…. better than most mortal men ever deserve,” said Amy.

“Damn right…” whispered Jana, as she leaned in and kissed Jana’s cheek, and held her tight. The warmth of their bodies and the alcohol and the tears made both girls feel very nice.

“Jana! You’re going to be alright. You can do much better than Steve.”

She sobbed and nodded.

“And you can do a hell of a lot better than Leo!”

She laughed at this.

“Yeah, but I just wanted to feel something other than loss, you know.”

Amy nodded, and stood up.

“Do you want some water?”

Jana nodded, and Amy walked to the bathroom.

“Afterwards, we can go back to the reception.”

“Do we have to?” came Jana’s voice.

Amy walked back between the beds with the glass of water and handed it to Jana.

“No, we don’t have to. But let me at least go back and tell everyone. I don’t want anyone to be worried.”

“No… Please stay…” Jana pleaded.

Amy hesitated, but then nodded. She sat down on the bed next to Jana.

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“Help me get this fucking awful dress off!” Jana said laughingly.

Amy laughed. And started to get on the bed behind her to unzip and unbutton it.

“No… I only want to see this thing in the wedding photos. Go get the scissors in my bag.”

Amy wasn’t sure about this, but Jana actually sounded better than she had in a while, so she went over to Jana’s bag and pulled out the scissors with the orange handle.

“Now cut! Free me from this monstrosity!” cried Jana in a funny way.”

Amy started cutting at the sleeves, trying to make nice cuts. But Jana would have nothing doing of this.

“Cut it all!”

Amy cut along the bodice, and the straps, and the back. Slowly, but surely, Jana’s body started to emerge from the dress.

“Cut open the slip as well.”

Jana had worn a strapless slimming top slip that was very tight spandex against her body. Her breasts looked stuffed inside, and it was rather uncomfortable.

Amy kept cutting very carefully around Jana’s cleavage, eventually Jana pulled at the slip and her breasts spilled out. Her entire torso was red from the slip and dress.

I kept cutting and was able to push the dress down below her hips and off her body, and was able to cut the half slip away, freeing her body. She had the fancy slimming panties, which were underwear and thigh shapers in one.

“Cut those away too,” she sighed as her skin was free to the air. “It’s okay, I’ve got undies on. I didn’t want to sweat too much.”

I kept cutting at the spandex around her waist and thighs. Jana was wearing a green lacey thong underneath her slip. I raised an eyebrow at her.

“It’s not what you think,” she said, “It’s easier to go the bathroom, that’s all.”

Soon, Jana was just sitting in our hotel room, just wearing her emerald green thong and thigh-high white stockings.

Jana grabbed the scissors and said, “Let’s get that hideous thing off of you too.”

Amy laughed, and replied, “No, I don’t want my clothes cut off of me.”

Jana shrugged, and then said in a low voice, “At least let me help.”

Amy turned away from her, granting her access to my back. She slowly undid the buttons at the top of the dress, and brought the zipper down. Amy felt Jana’s body press against hers from behind, as she pushed the dress off Amy’s shoulders. Her nipples brushed against her back by accident. Amy shivered.

Amy wore a black push-up bra. Jana rubbed her friend’s shoulder by the bra strap.

“Terrible things, aren’t they?” asked Jana.

“What are?” said Amy.

“Bras, especially the hard underwire ones. You must be uncomfortable.”

Amy laughed, “I wear sportsbras most days, so wearing this wasn’t too bad, but I know what you mean.”

Jana’s hands rubbed Amy’s back, and unhooked her bra for her. She slowly pushed the bra straps off of Amy’s shoulders. Amy sighed.

“This is…” she started to say.

“I know,” replied Jana, “But we’ve helped each other out of clothes before, usually one of us was passed out though.”

“My mind is saying that this should be weird. But… but it doesn’t feel weird at all,” said Amy.

Jana nodded. Amy stood up and allowed Jana to pull her dress down to her ankles, and Amy slowly stepped out of it, standing in her sheer black panties.

Jana hugged her body, and pulled her slowly back onto the bed.

“I think I should…” started Amy, but Jana put her finger over her mouth.

“No, don’t say that. Please stay with me. I need you,” Jana started to cry a little.

“I… I need you too… I’ve always needed you,” said Amy the words spilling from her lips before she could even grasp their meaning.

They reached forward and embraced. Their breasts bobbed between each other as the girls tried to find a spot that was not too awkward. They hugs were tight and intimate.

Jana kissed Amy’s cheek. Amy pulled away and they looked at each other in happiness. Amy kissed Jana’s mouth, quickly, just a small peck.

Jana giggled, “Heh, soft…. Kindof nice.”

Amy started to say, “Wait, are we… Um…”

Jana didn’t let her finish. Her lips greeted Amy’s with a much fuller kiss. The two kissed each other lips several times, little pecks, lingering kisses, and full smooches. It was Amy’s mouth that opened wide for the passionate kiss. Jana’s mouth quickly responded.

Amy broke the kiss, “Oh my god… It’s so stupid, but… wow, you taste like a girl…”

Jana nodded, “I kissed a girl when I was totally trashed once, but it wasn’t you. You taste like you.”

Amy nodded at Jana, and moved in for another kiss. Both tongues met outside their mouths, both girls startled to find the other’s tongue there. They giggled, and let the tongues play with each other, intermixing with the passionate kisses from both girls.
Not really knowing what else to do, they hugged each other. Feeling their warm skin against each other, they sighed into each other. The emotions were intense, the build-up was severe. But neither knew how to proceed.

Jana reached forward and rubbed Amy’s breast, grabbing it and rubbing it. Amy laughed. Jana looked hurt by Amy’s laughter.

“No, sweetie… no…” said Amy as she leaned forward and kissed Jana, running her hand through her hair before breaking the kiss and continuing, “I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing because you started to rub my breasts like all of the guys do.”

Jana laughed, “I guess that’s true, but my breasts are sensitive sometimes.”

Amy sighed, “So are mine. I didn’t mind. Just made me laugh a moment. Just…”

With that, Amy leaned forward and started kissing Jana’s neck, and running her hand up and down her upper chest and shoulders. She felt Jana sigh.

“Just… there’s so many other interesting places,” said Amy as she kissed up to Jana’s ear before nibbling on it. The skin tasting very unique in her mouth. Amy had always wondered what it would be like licking another woman’s skin.

Jana’s skin reacted with each brush of Amy’s tongue. Their bodies hugged each other….

Amy went back down to Jana’s neck, and started kissing and sucking there as well. Jana started to react to this… Feeling Amy, her best friend’s tongue, taste her flesh. Jana felt the tingles run down her spine… all the way to her toes…

Jana gasped and inhaled before saying, “Here, let me try.”

Amy stopped and allowed Jana to proceed. Jana took Amy’s hand and kissed the back of it, then gave little tiny kisses up and down her arm. Amy’s smile went from ear to ear. Jana kept kissing up her upper arm, teasing it with her tongue as her fingers went up and down her back.

“I love how your back feels, it’s so smooth,” murmured Jana as she kissed up to Amy’s neck and started to lick small spots everywhere.

Amy turned towards Jana and pulled her into her for another embrace. This time Amy’s and Jana’s hands met at their breasts. Each of them started rubbing their own and each others, stroking, rubbing, pulling. Amy’s hands went under Jana’s large globes, felt the weight of them and ran her fingers over the front, flattening out the nipples. Jana’s hands pinched Amy’s nipples, and pulled them out hard.

“I… I love you….” said Jana.

Amy looked at her, the truth washing over them both.

“I love you too.” she replied.

They embraced and kisses each other.

“Is this too much?” asked Amy.

“It feels right to me,” replied Jana.

Amy nodded and started kissing Jana’s neck and started working her way down. Jana leaned her head back and sighed. Amy’s tongue ran along the pudgy breast flesh. The incredibly white skin tasted sensitive to her mouth. Jana was starting to breath heavier.

Amy’s mind was racing. It’s Jana, how can you be doing this to Jana? This is your best friend. You’re not a lesbian. But Amy was caught up in the emotion of the moment, the curiosity of the experience, and the pleasure she was feeling. Boldly, she pulled Jana’s nipple into her mouth and ran it along her tongue.

Jana’s breath exploded in her mouth. “Oh god, Amy… gods…. That’s so good… you make me feel so good and loved,”

Amy knew what to do, and yet did not know what to do. She paid attention to Jana’s nipple, and circled it with her tongue. She pulled on the nipple with her mouth, and made it wetter and wetter and wetter… Covering it with her saliva… Lapping at it over and over… Jana loved the attention, and was wriggling with the great feelings.

Amy moved to the other nipple and started to devour it with the same relish and attention, all the while rolling Jana’s other nipple with her fingers. Jana moved her legs back and forth, vibrating the small pleasure running through her body.

“Oh my god, Amy, you KNOW!” Jana practically yelled. She pulled Amy’s face upto hers and kissed her even more passionately than before. The kiss was part appreciation, part passion, part reciprocation. Jana’s mouth was cool after the mini pleasure she was experiencing.

Jana’s tongue danced with Amy for sometime. Both of them so surprised that they were enjoying the experience of another girl.

Jana gently pushed Amy onto her stomach, and started rubbing her fingernails up and down Amy’s back. Kissing between her shoulder blades on occasion. Her hands started to explore the top of Amy’s panties. Amy’s ass started to raise into the air.

“Do you want me to continue?” asked Jana.

Amy looked back and nodded at her friend. Amy pulled the black panties down, and saw the petite ass of her friend. The cute curves and the paleness. Amy started to blush somewhat.

Jana started to appreciate her best friend’s butt. It was very pale white, paler than the rest of Amy’s body. The goose bumps rose to the surface at the feeling of the cold air. Jana ran her fingers along her friend’s butt, separating the cheeks.

“I remember you saying that you like people playing with your butt, but you didn’t want to let anyone know.” said Jana.

Amy nodded, almost unable to talk.

Jana ran a finger down the top of Amy’s crack, teasing her cheeks and back up. Amy shuddered beneath her.

“And that you liked guys to tease your anus. That you were scared that you liked it too much,” said Jana again. Her finger going deeper between Amy’s cheeks, the stickiness pressing on her finger. The finger spread Amy’s ass even wider, and Jana was getting turned on, wanting to see her friends little hole.

Amy panted and wriggled her butt in response.

Jana spread Amy’s butt cheeks, and saw her anus. “And that you were almost hornier for someone to push a finger in your ass than inside your pussy, right?” she teased as she pressed her finger closer to the hole. Amy gasped with her friend’s teasing. Wanting it, but still worried.

“I remember how scared you were, and how I told you it would be alright, that you weren’t a dirty girl for liking it. But I think you like being a dirty girl, huh?”

Amy nodded her head, not believing how hot this talking was making her. Jana finally spread Amy’s cheeks and saw the little rabbit nose of Amy’s butt. It was so cute. The anticipation finally realized sent tingles through Jana’s body.

Jana’s finger slowly pushed into Amy’s hole. Amy gasped at the finger penetrating her, filling her most intimate of places. She spread her legs wide as if to make it easier for the pleasure to sink in.

“It’s just us baby. Me with my finger deep in your ass. You love it don’t you sweet girl.”

Amy hissed, “Yesssss!”

Jana started rocking her finger in and out of Amy’s anus, filling her, teasing her opening. She ran her other finger up and down Amy’s opening. Sliding her finger across the wetness. Amy moaned audibly.

Jana feeling bold and exploratory, descended her face towards Amy’s crotch. Her tongue extended it landed between Amy’s anus and her vagina, and started licking the sensitive skin between the two spots as her fingers went inside both holes.

“Oh God… Oh God… what… Oh God…. Mooooore!” cried Amy gasping, feeling the tightness of her anus, and the desire of her hot pussy, and the tickle/teasing pleasure of Jana’s tongue all at the same time. She reached up with her own fingers and started rubbing her clitoris. The sensations running through her all at once.

Jana’s fingers went deep inside her, and her tongue started licking from Amy’s slit to her anus in feverish speed, faster and faster, harder and harder. Jana was dripping into her own panties… It felt so good. She imagined it being done to her, and started rubbing her thighs together as she licked.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” cried Amy as she arched her back, pressuring Jana’s finger in her ass. Jana wrigggled both fingers, and Amy arched again, feeling an unexpected second wave of pleasure. She rose to her knees, and Jana went with her, and cupped her from behind, rubbing her nipples. As the pleasure rode through her, a fierce orgasm that made Amy’s body rock

“Ohhhhhhhhh… god!!!!!! GOD GOD GOD GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Amy screamed. Amy turned toward Jana and kissed her mouth, openly pulling her. Jana tasted the cold from Amy’s mouth as the blood was rushing through her body, and she felt the pleasure wave tingle through Amy’s thighs as they embraced. Jana felt the pleasure course through her own body, minor compared to Amy, but she felt it nonetheless.

Amy panted in pleasure in between kisses. The two of them fell on the bed, embracing and kissing each other.

They fell into a deep contented rest, two friends now lovers in each other’s arms.

***

Amy woke first. The pressure in her bladder and the dryness of her mouth made her slip out of bed to the bathroom.

She didn’t want to think about it too much. The orgasm had been pleasurable, but were there consequences to her actions. Amy never thought of herself as a lesbian. She took a drink and came back out to the bed.

She watched Jana’s form rise and fall with breaths. She remembered the pleasure of tasting Jana’s breasts and the feeling of the softness of her skin under her.

The room smelled of girl sex, but Amy breathed it in. Smelling different from herself, and realizing that Jana’s scent was mixed in. She followed her nose to Jana’s panties, still on from the sexual encounter earlier. She smelled Jana’s scent, and it was actually intoxicating.

She carefully rolled Jana over and opened her legs slightly. Amy touched the front of Jana’s thong. They were soaked. She ran her fingers along the fabric and her fingers became covered in liquid. The feeling was very familiar, similar to her own wetness.

Amy spread Jana’s legs wider, and Jana remained asleep, whether through exhaustion of the day, the emotion of the day, or the intoxication of the drinks. Her fingers kept rubbing the material, the wetness soaking her finger, her finger spreading the material, and Jana’s pussy lips peeking through the sides of her thong.

Amy was just so curious at this moment. Sure she saw other girls vaginas in general, but she never ‘looked’. She pulled the thong to one side, to see Amy’s labia spread and soaking wet. The smell was pungent. This was Jana.

She had smelled it before. You don’t live with someone without deep within you noticing. But never this strong. Never this noticeable. ShShe rubbed Jana’s lips, which were larger and puffier than her own. The angle was so different, and as she rubbed a second time, Jana’s clit started to swell.

The night had been so crazy, and Amy was still feeling it. She kept rubbing Jana’s slit, lightly and lovingly and the clitty got bigger and bigger. The smell getting more and more pronounced.

Amy hesitated a moment and then brought her fingers to her mouth, and sucked on them, tasting Jana. It was funky tasting, not really enjoyable, but it was Jana, pure Jana… all Jana…

Not even sure of what to do, Amy lowered her head to Jana’s pussy. She lapped at Jana’s clit, tasting the flesh. She brought the clit into her mouth and started stroking it with her tongue. Jana started to move unconsciously to the pleasure, as Amy continued to lap at her clitty. She finally dared lick down across Jana’s lips, her face being covered by her juices.

Amy found the liquid almost addicting, and wanting more to come. She pulled Jana’s lips apart and licked around Jana’s opening. The taste was much danker and thicker here, but Amy kept licking and rubbing her friend’s slit. Finally she dared push her tongue deep inside Jana’s pussy, tasting the tender flesh deep inside.

Jana woke up to the pleasure rocking her body, and the sensation of a tongue dancing along her pussy. It took her a minute to remember who she was with. As she remembered, the pleasure rocked her body.

“Ohhhhhh…” came the sigh of Jana waking up.

Amy started licking faster and faster across Jana’s slit. She went up to Jana’s clit and pressed it down with her tongue and licked it faster and faster, then she teased Jana’s lips and swirled at Jana’s opening. When she swirled at the opening, Jana shuddered and her hips buckled somewhat.

Amy wanted her friend to receive the pleasure she had felt a few hours ago. She kept licking and teasing her opening going faster and faster. Jana’s fingers started rubbing her own breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples, the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The sensations were familiar, yet different. No one had taken the time to give her pleasure orally like this, this was amazing.

“Oh god, faster… faster… faster…” she cried out.

Amy kept licking her opening faster, in and around and all over. Teasing and hitting all the spots that she knew she liked. The liquid was freely flowing from Jana’s pussy. Her juices tasting deeper and stronger. Faster and faster she licked, tasting her, teasing her, riding her pleasure. Jana’s legs buckled, and her fingers started caressing the back of Amy’s head.

Amy kept her mouth teasing those spots on Jana. Her fingers spreading her new lover wide, and touching her inner most spots with her tongue. Jana started to buckle. Jana’s fingers rubbing her own clitty, as Amy continued to lick.

“Oh god… oh GOD… Oh GOD!”

Jana arched her back and Amy kept licking and rubbing her friend’s sex. Amy pushed her fingers inside Jana’s hot pussy, as she licked harder and faster. Jana was thrown by this, but it felt wonderful. The familiar wave of pleasure was joined by a second wave… Jana felt the rush…. And the pleasure hit again. Her ass fell to the bed, and then rose again hard.

At that moment, Amy stumbled back on the bed, her fingers remaining inside. She felt Jana’s pussy walls clench on her fingers, she pulled them out…. At that moment, liquid suddenly gushing from Jana’s pussy, spraying across Amy’s chest. A second burst emerged soaking the bed with wetness.

Jana’s breathing exhaled in a scream of pleasure, as she continued to gasp furiously for air. Amy sat back amazed at her friend, feeling the pleasure. As the orgasm started to subside somewhat, she embraced her friend, and the stickiness joining them together.

“Oh God, Amy… wha… what was that… I’ve never…”

“I think you squired babe,” said Amy quietly.

She pulled Amy in for a kiss, tasting her own juiced on Amy’s tongue and face.

“How’s that for a wedding hook-up?” asked Amy.

“Better than Leo, that’s for sure,” said Jana.

“Definitely not…” said Amy as she looked at Jana, “Cause I think this one changed things, permanently.”

Jana shuddered and looked at her friend, with her eyes tearing up a little.

“I don’t think we can go back to how things were?” said Amy.

“No…” whispered Jana.

“Cause I think… I think I love you… and I think I want to make love to you, every day for the rest of our lives.”

Jana was crying openly at this point.

“Me too. I love you so much, Amy. I never knew until this moment that you’ve been my soul mate all along.”

The two cried and cuddled in the bed, knowing that the day and the future were quite different today than yesterday.

This is a real-life encounter, changed to make a better story… I will leave it up to you to determine which part actually happened and which part did not.

Slight warning, this story probably teases more than it delivers.

Be forewarned.

Cheers! Luna

Cherry Bomb
by Luna Zax
story codes: ff

How do things start? Do things happen for a reason? Does the reason precede the action? Which came first the desire or the reality?

I’ve asked myself that for many years since the incident. I don’t question who I am. But sometimes trying to decipher how I got there is somewhat interesting.

Let’s not start at the beginning… the little pieces of the puzzle that led to the incident… or the accepting of the incident…. they are interesting… in a huddled around the fireplace (or computer monitor)… erotic confession sort of way… It’s interesting, but it’s also modern interpretation… Like statistics that are reinterpreted to prove the hypothesis.

But the incident makes for a better story…

We were invited to a party. Pretty much everyone who was working at the restaurant that night was invited to the party. It was one of THOSE type of parties. An elegant little get social get-together which centered around a keg of beer. I was torn about going to the party. Not for any real reason, except for I was getting tired of the party just to get drunk scene. There was little choice. I was 19 years old, and couldn’t get into a bar… But Amy and Tricia both wanted to go, and convinced me that we would have a good time.

I drove to my house to shower and get the smell of fried food and cole slaw out of my hair. Deciding what to wear was a chore, as it was too hot for jeans, but I didn’t want to get my nice clothes ruined either. I decided on a black top and a denim mini skirt, with sandals. Tricia picked me up, as I had been the designated driver the last time. Tricia and Amy were both dressed in low-cut tank tops, obviously trying to get more attention.

We arrived at the party around 11:30. Mike and John were brothers who rented the place for the summer. It was a dump, but that’s what they were looking for. They would shoot fireworks off the back porch, put cigarette butts out on the carpet, and generally the house reeked of beer. We walked into the kitchen, and were greeted by John who was hanging out with his girlfriend Kelly. John greeted us warmly, but didn’t make much of it. He had hooked up with both Amy and Tricia, and even fooled around with me when we were drunk one night. Amy was really pissed, as she liked John a lot. Tricia and I would just roll our eyes at her when she would go on about him.

John was really nice, and good looking to boot. But not as good looking as he played himself as being. He was about 6 feet tall with brown hair, broad shoulders, and a square face. But he was fun and a good guy, other than wanting to hook up with every pretty girl he met.

I found several other people from the restaurant hanging around the keg, we chatted for quite some time. Normally, I’m not one to hang about there, but I got brought into a conversation about current politics, which was such a refreshing change… that it brought me in.

She wore a red tank top and black shorts. Her hair was blonde, short, and cropped. She pulled off the “able to roll out of bed and look this good” look very well. The red shirt caught my attention. The look she gave me when she approached the keg captured it for a moment. I didn’t stare, but I did look. She was pretty but not a head-turner. She did catch me looking as she approached, and smiled at me.

I quickly looked for something to say, “Sorry, I just… I like your necklace.” Noticing briefly a dragon-claw holding a clear crystal that was wrapped around her neck in a leather band.

She winked at me and replied, “Thanks… Would you mind pumping for me?”

I looked to the other guys at the keg, who were somewhat busy talking to people, tho many were looking at the newcomer. So I started to push down on the keg button, and she held the tap over her cup. I stopped after three pushes, when she replied to me again.

“Raise your cup.”

I raised it and she filled it with the cheap beer. She looked at me as it filled, and for a moment it was just the two of us at the party. I had never experienced that with another girl before. She stopped filling the cup, and she said, “See ya later.” and headed into the living room.

I watched her go with my peripheral vision. She started talking to a bunch of other people I didn’t recognize. These parties always had someone I didn’t know, but it was rare that it was a group of them.

At that moment, Mike came over to tap the keg for a pitcher of beer. Mike was a little more subdued than his brother. His girlfriend worked at the restaurant with the rest of us, and was fairly cool about it (meaning he could talk to my eyes, rather than my boobs).

“Hey Mike,” I called to him as he approached the keg, “Who are those guys. I haven’t seen them here before.”

He looked at who I was pointing at, and smiled at me, “I think that’s some of Joe’s friends. From college. They’re in for the weekend, and he invited them over. I don’t think he knows them all, just friends that are staying for the weekend. You know how it is.”

I did know. Most houses were just flop houses where people just found a corner to crash after drinkiing all weekend. She didn’t seem the type.

I walked outside to where the smokers were hanging out. I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my bag. I stood out there for a bit, drinking my beer. Every so often, one of the guys would come around with jello shots or cherry bombs or whathaveyou. Basically, trying to get all of the girls drunk so they’d do silly things like take their tops off. Not that I was a prude, but I didn’t want the stories of me doing something dumb to make the rounds, or have guys think I’m easy cause I act crazy one night.

I was definatley getting buzzed, and it was getting harder to process the information. Despite that, I was reasonably sure that the blonde girl had flirted with me at the keg. Now, I’ve had friends of mine tease and flirt with me, as if we were lovers, but it was always with sarcasm or at least drunken let’s be silly antics. This seemed like a genuine flirtation from a stranger, and that stranger was a girl.

I started to get very nervous. I still got nervous around some guys, but usually guys are so obvious as to what they wanted. And pretty much for the last few years, I felt like I was in control, or more in control than I had been when I was in my mid-teens, when I would turn red at the thought of a boy liking me.

But this seemed like such foreign territory… I wasn’t sure what I should do, or if I should do anything.

****

I had realized some sense of curiosity when I was 15 years old. It’s funny, because I’ve read so many erotic stories that started this way. A sleepover with a truth or dare game. It was me, my best friend Beth, her friend Tina, Becky, and Becky’s younger cousin Jodie (who was about to turn 14).

I hated letting someone give me a dare, so I kept asking Truth. Eventually Tina forced me into accepting a dare.

“Fine… fine… Dare!”

“Okay…” Tina thought about it for a while. I had made her run outside in her underwear, so I knew that I was in for major embarassment, “I dare you to make out with one of us.”

Beth groaned at her, “What the hell is wrong with you? That’s gross!”

Becky seemed a bit wrinkling her nose at it. And Jodie wasn’t sure what to make of it at all.

I sighed, “Okay, but I can’t pick. One of you draw lots or something.”

Tina thought a minute, and said “Fine, but then you have to be blindfolded.”

So they tied a t-shirt around my eyes, and I could hear them whispering in the corner.

I heard Tina’s voice call out, “Okay, are you ready?”

I said, “Yeah”.

I felt someone lean in. Felt the smooth face next to mine, heard the laugh. I pursed my lips and felt the other lips hit mine. Wet but much softer than a guys.. I opened my lips and my partner’s mouth opened with mine. There was one lip lockiing mouth open moment before our teeth hit. OUCH. We both fell backwards, and I was rubbing my mouth.

The other three girls were laughing. My face was very red.

“Okay, did I satisfy the dare?” I asked.

“Only if you can tell us who it was?” asked Tina.

“Well, it wasn’t you, Tina,” I called out. “You’re too far away.” I thought about the girl’s mouth. It was much smaller than mine. So I guessed that it was someone smaller and with the teeth bumping that she was less experienced than me.

“I’m gonna guess it was Jodie,” I replied. The laughter increased. I pulled the t-shirt off, and looked down at Jodie who was still sitting where she fell. I smiled at her, laughing in the joke. She got even more red in the face.

We took a lot of ribbing that night. I only spoke to her once later that night. Tina went outside to have a smoke (which I thought was a dirty habit that I would never pick up… HA!)… Becky had fallen asleep and Beth was in the bathroom.

“You okay?” I asked her, “They were just trying to embarass me.”

She nodded and then said, “Did I do okay?”

I looked at her. She was a plain but still pretty girl.

“You’ve never kissed anyone?” I asked.

She shook her head, “Not… not like making out or anything. Just you know, quick kisses.”

I nodded, “You were fine. We’re all awkward the first time. Even if the first time is a dare with a girl.”

She smiled and still seemed more nervous. I felt bad for her, and in that moment of wanting her to not go away feeling self-conscious about her kissing abilities, I leaned in, slowly, so she knew what was happening. I planted my lips on hers, and we paused a moment… then out mouths opened and the liquid from our mouths greeted each other.

We both closed our mouths. And I smiled at her, and she smiled back. No one needed to tell her that it was a good kiss. I could see the relief on her face. She wasn’t sure about the girl part, and neither was I. But she knew why I had done it.

That was the last of the encounter. She didn’t come to a sleepover again, just due to scheduling. Next time I saw her, she had a boyfriend. We smiled and greeted cordially. Neither of us mentioned it again.

After the event I was in my room thinking about it. Just in those momements of being wide awake and the thoughts go through your head, I remembered the kiss from Jodie. I was surprised as to the warmth that I felt thinking about it. Not tingle between my legs warmth (tho fantasies like that eventually did flow from the encounter), but just wamth of spirit. The nice tingle down your spine of good sensations and a good deed done.

It made me curious about girls. Wondering what it would be like. But I had never explored it. High school was so subjective and opinionated about sexuality. There were hetero girls, butchy dykes, and girls that would do anything for attention. I only fit into the hetero girls category.

***

Out on the back deck I remembered the kiss. Remembered the feelings, both the innocent and the naughty ones. I took another drag of my cigarette and went back inside.

Much to my disappointment, I was unable to find the girl in the red top or any of her friends when I went back in. I floated from area to area, but I didn’t really notice her. I was starting to feel really good from the alcohol. But eventually my bladder told me that I had to hit the bathroom.

So, I headed to the back of the house where the one bathroom was located. There was only one guy in front of me. He smiled at me, but I ignored his glance and he was too drunk to push the issue. Finally the door opened up, and who should pop-out of the bathroom, but the girl in the red shirt.

She smiled at me as she comes out, as the guy quickly enters the bathroom, and replies with a quick, “Hey.”

“Hi,” I reply, “I thought maybe you left?”

“Oh?” came the mock-startled reply, “You were looking for me then?”

I started to stammer, “Um.. .no, just I didn’t…”

“You’re cute,” she said.

“Um… who do you know at the party. Did you come here with your friends?”

“A real stupid story. A girl who I’m friends with, likes a guy who goes to college with one of the guys who lives here. She likes him and he really wanted to go to the party, but didn’t want to be here alone, as he might just drink the whole time. So here I am, at a lame party. But things seem to be turning for the better,” she added with a wink.

My cheeks got red and I started to try to talk, but nothing much came out.

She leaned in and whispered, “Yes, I am flirting with you.”

“Um, okay,” was all I could say at first, “Why… why would you say that to me…”

“Well if you weren’t interested, you would have protested before now. If you were definitely interested you wouldn’t be this shy. If you were curious, you would have blushed and run away. You turn red and stay, like you want to talk, but have no idea what to say. So I was guessing that you really are unsure as to what to do next.”

I stood there with my mouth open. Just then the door to the bathroom opened, and the guy walked out and right between me and the girl.

“You’d better go pee,” she said. And turned to walk down the hall.

The person behind me started to ask if I was going to go, and my bladder reminded me that I really needed to, so I entered the bathroom.

My head was swimming. I was completely clueless, and I had no idea what to do. I sat on the toilet, almost losing my sense of time. But eventually I had peed and didn’t want to piss off anyone further.

I came out of the bathroom, but she was gone. No one in sight. So I walked down the hall towards the kitchen, hoping that she’d be there or that she’d be gone. I just didn’t want to screw this up.

A hand came out of one of the bedrooms, and pulled me into it. It was the girl.

“Hi,” she said.

“Um, Hi,” I replied.

She closed the door behind us. The room was dark, but we could see each other just enough from the lights outside the window.

“What… what are you…” I started to say, when she pulled me in and kissed me on the lips. It took a second for me to accept it. It was shocking and I was slightly unable to react quickly, but I soon fell into the kiss.

She was a little more aggressive than Jodie had been, but the feel on her lips was very similar. The softness, the sameness. She pushed me back on the bed, so I was sitting down. She sat down across form me.

“Did you like that,” she asked.

“Oh yes,” I replied.

“Good,” she continued and moved towards me. I was better prepared for her mouth this time, as it locked on mine, my mouth opened up and our tongues danced. My eyes grew wide when I realized she had a tongue stud in her mouth. I didn’t like it, but I relaxed and got used to it.

The taste of her saliva was totally different from a guys. She smelled different too. I loved it all, and tried to take it all in.

She quickly moved to my neck, and she found all of my sensitive spots immediately. It took most guys a few times to find where I liked to be touched, she found it immediately. She licked my neck and over to my throat and back up. I was putty in her hands.

She placed her hands on my breasts, and started to lightly rub them with her fingers, instantly teasing my nipples. I loved having my breasts fondled, and had worried that it seemed too hetero for girls to touch each other’s breasts. She aggressively pinched them, and I let out a huge exhale of air of pleasure.

She started to lift my shirt and she took my sports bra with it. My breasts fell out of the cloth and she started kissing the underneath part of my breasts, licking it and teasing the tender flesh. I didn’t love it, but it was something that a guy would never do, and I loved the tickling teasing sensation that it brought.

The girl started kissing my stomach, peppering it with little butterfly kisses. Teasing my belly button, and just licking me all over. My body craved the attention and I started to move and react.

“God girl,” came my partner, “You really are enjoying this.”

She licked her way back up to my breasts and started licking on the nipples, occasionally biting down on them, quite hard. I moaned in her hair, and cried out in pain when she bit. My body reacting to every lick and every touch.

I wanted to be a participant. I had been so curious as to what it was like, for so long. I had been so passive with most of the guys I had been with, and I had always resolved that I wouldn’t be that way with another girl, but my head just kept saying the same thing over and over, “Oh my God, I’m making out with a girl! I can’t believe I’m finally making out with a girl!!!!”

She started running her hands up and down my bare legs. I leaned back on the stranger’s bed, and she lifted my skirt higher. I was wearing the plainest of the plan jane panties, ones I had just thrown on. They were cream colored, not even virgin white, which can be cute. She didn’t care.

I was so open with her. I normally hesitate when letting a guy anywhere near my upper thighs, but it was so different with her.

She started rubbing the tips of her fingers up and down my inner thighs. It felt so wonderful. Quickly her fingers were rubbing my panties, right on my slit. The wetness started to pour through.

“I hate to rush sweet girl, but I’m not sure the location will allow me to take my time.”

I felt my panties pulled to the side, exposing my pussy to the air. I had never let anyone be this quick with me I felt her tongue on my slit. She rubbed my lips and opened them, letting my clitty rise to the surface.

Her tongue started to flick at my clitoris. Dancing along the top, and flattening it out with her tongue. She knew the sensations that she wanted to fill in me. Her fingers stroked the opening to my pussy up and down, fast and then slow, all the while her tongue licking fast.

My hips started to shake, and my butt wanted to wriggle under her. She held my hips and kept stroking me tenderly but fervently.

I felt the orgasm build, and had no control over it. She kept licking me, knowing the orgasm was coming. Most guys had always pulled away, but she wanted to ride me when she was licking me.

I clenched. My whole inner body, spasmed and shook, as the wave crashed through me. I tried to keep my mouth closed, so we wouldn’t be heard, but I wanted my orgasm to explode through me.

My hips were buckling, as I pulled her up towards me to kiss her. I tasted me on her tongue, and I reveled in it. I never really liked my taste on my fingers or on a guy’s body, but on her tongue I loved it. I kissed her so deeply, I lost myself in her. The pleasure subsided… the warmth took over… my passion and gratitude increased and I wanted to devour her. I started kissing and bringing her entire tongue into my mouth. She responded with greater passion. I pulled her down on the bed, and reversed our positions so I was on top of her.

I started to feel somewhat bold. I started to kiss down her neck. I reached forward and started to massage her breast through my fingers. I felt her breast through her shirt, felt the nipple respond to my touches. I lifted her shirt and kissed her belly, tasting the sweetness of her skin. Every guy I had ever been with had told me to stop when I did this, but she loved it.

I opened the snap on her shorts, and started to lick a little at the skin there. I unzipped her shorts just enough to see her cute red thong. I kissed lower, my tongue tasting the flesh, my nostrils smelling her scent. It was the first time I had smelled another woman, and she smelled very similar to how I smelled when I was turned on, but it was also very unique.

I was just deciding what to do next. In between my arousal and my intoxication, I had proceeded with out a care, and now I was a little unsure what I was willing to do.

I heard a noise from the door. “Yeah, hold on… I think we can get to the other bathroom in here…” The door busted open, and a guy stumbled in. It looked to be one of the guys from the restaurant, but I wasn’t sure.

The two of us froze. Not sure what she was thinking, but my thought was “Oh Shit!”.

The guy looked up, and saw the figures on the bed, and said, “Oh shit, I’m sorry buddy. I was just looking for the… never mind… fuck!” And he stumbled out the door.

The two of us looked at each other. The sense of privacy had been broken, and the moment gone.

“Sorry… I’m loving this but…”

She nodded her head, and kissed me on the lips, before responding, “We’d better go.”

We straightened ourselves as best as possible, and quickly left the room, closing the door. I stayed in the hallway, and walked out to the main room, where I saw my ‘lover’ (if I could call her that) now chatting with her friends. She was hugging the one girl, who was crying. I guessed that this was the girl who had come to see her boyfriend.

I was standing there, trying to process the information, when someone brushed against me. It was Mike. My gaze left her, and focused on him. He had a large jar of maraschino cherries.

“Hey girl. You gonna try one?”

I looked at the jar, where the word “Cherry Bomb” had been written on the jar on a homemade label.

“Do I even want to know?” I asked.

“Cherries that have been marinating in Grain Alcohol since Memorial Day.”

I grimaced, but reached my hand into the jar. I pulled my hand out of the jar dripping of cherry juice and a maraschino cherry. The alcohol on my finger already evaporating, and the stickiness of the cherry juice remained.

I popped the cherry in my mouth. The alcohol was on fire in my mouth. I chewed the cherry and swallowed it. Not believing the punch of the cherry.

“Good lord.”

Mike laughed, “Well, most of the girls spit it out. Nice job.”

I coughed a bit, and searched the crowd trying to find the girl.

I saw her friends walking out the door. I got panicked, and looked for her. She was lagging behind, rubbing her friend’s back, but she was looking at me, trying to get my attention.

My eyes went wide. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to go for a walk on the beach with her. I wanted to know here name. I had nothing, and she was leaving.

She looked at me with a similar look, but she shrugged her shoulders, as if she wasn’t in control of the happenings.

I smiled at her, and tried not to cry. But my eyes did water a little.

She looked at me and mouthed the words, “Love” before heading out the door with her friends.

I walked out to the deck, where I saw Tricia standing there, smoking a cigarette.

“Hey Trish,” I muttered.

“Hey,” she replied and looked at my face, “Are you okay?”

I stopped, wondering what my face was betraying.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Why?”

“Oh nothing… Your eyes look like they are watering, that’s all. You weren’t crying or anything, were you?”

“No… I just had one of Mike’s Cherry Bombs. Made my eyes water,” I lied.

“Oh! Those things are awful, I spit it out. “

I thought to myself, “Cherry Bomb, indeed”

Epilogue: The story above is mostly true. Some details have been combined with other experiences (mostly to make it more sexual), and some details have been romanticized and enhanced to make a better story. Sometimes I think that the encounter was a dream that I concocted from desire and alcohol, or that she was some angel or faerie that came to me at the right moment. It was so random and so crazy, that it doesn’t seem real, and yet other days it is VERY real.

But ‘She’ does exist. I met one of the people she came to the party with, weeks later (a guy). He told me that she had gone back to college up in New England (one of those small liberal arts schools). I ended up making out with him that night. I think to get that connection to her. But he didn’t know her very well.

I thought about trying to go down the connection train to contact her, but it sounded a bit obsessive. And I didn’t want to make a bigger deal of what maybe was just a “random horny hookup” for her.

Anyway, I hope you liked. As always, let me know what you think. Or even better, let my story inspire one of your own.

Love, Lust, and Lollipops,

Luna Zax

I have been in contact with a very dear girl, named Keiko… who has written some very sexy stories for the lesbian lolita site (leslita).  Anyway, she wrote a very sexy story one day…  it was very hot, made my blood (and other liquids in my body) boil….

I asked her permission to add it to the blog, and she agreed… 

It’s a very intimate story about a mother taking her young daughter home on the train, and seeing a young girl on the train as well.  There’s a definite twist at the end… but I’d hate to spoil it. 

I’ve added a new page to the site called: Stories from Other Authors , you can access the story there (as well as any future stories from other authors) .

If anyone reading this post would like to share a story and have me post it, please feel free to email me.  Keep in mind, I have high standards and won’t just post a run of the mill stroke/rub story.  Give me something good, that you’re worked on a while and are proud of… 

Comment here, or email me at lunabi93@hotmail.com

Love!

Luna

Luna and Her Niece, Part 1

Luna and Her Niece, Part 2

Luna and Her Niece, Part 3

Luna and Her Niece, Part 4

Luna and Her Niece, Part 5

Luna and Her Niece, Part 6

I hope you enjoy.

Luna

Luna and her Niece Part 7
By LunaZax
story codes: fg, inc

“Do you want me to do that to you?” asked Alison.

I was surprised. I mean here was this little girl who was experiencing her first sexual feelings, and already she wants to participate.

“If you want to sweetie. Just do whatever you like.”

I shyly opened my legs to her, opening my lips, revealing myself to my little niece. She rubbed my thighs feeling the smooth skin. She ran her fingers through my hair. The attention was delicious, but I had gone too far to be satisfied with that.

Then, as I had done, she gave little tiny kisses on my thighs. This little small mouth was licking the tender insides of my inner thighs.

I sighed in pure pleasure, in release.

She moved ever so closer to my opening. She was very unsure what to do. I could feel her breath, surprisingly cold, against my clit.

I moved my fingers to my lips and spread them wide.

“I can see inside you,” she exclaimed.

I nodded my head.

She lowered her face to my now very wet slit, and kissed it once.

“Tastes kindof weird,” she said.

“Yeah. It does. But it makes the other person feel really good.”

She kept licking. Very much all over the place. My pussy loved the attention. I forced myself to just enjoy the sensations of this little girl licking at my pussy. Though my body craved release and my clit ached for sensations.

She started to lick up my lips, and she found my clit with her little tongue, and my thighs contracted and opened quickly. 

“Is that the spot?” she asked.

“Yes sweetie, that’s my clitoris.  Just keep licking that.”

She started lapping at it.  My fingers spreading my lips wide.  Her little tongue, dancing on my hot clit.   I loved it, loved the attention, and loved the sensations.

“Sweetie,” I cried out. 

“Yeah,” said Alison stoping the sensations.

“Lick it, like you were trying to get the last bit of ice cream out of an ice cream cone,” I said as I smiled.

She looked confused, but then realized what I meant, and I saw her sweet face descend between my thighs.

With the instructions, she was a quick study.  She extended her tongue and started to circle my clit with her tongue.  I was on fire.  Back and forth, quickly and slowly.  She had no idea what she was doing and the unpredictability made me get hotter and hotter. 

My ass started to raise, I tried to keep it down as she wouldn’t be able to keep licking if I did. 

My mind started racing, realizing the sexy, crazy situation.  My little niece is licking my pussy.   Oh my god.

She kept licking, sensing the sensations rising in me, as they had risen in her.  She started to tease my pussy with her fingers as well. 

“Oh god sweetie.  Oh God, Ali!  ALI!!! ALLLLIIIIIIIIIIII!”  I cried out as the orgasm continued to build within the depths of my pussy.

The spasm hit.  I took a large intake of air, and my back arched.  My niece’s mouth left my sex altogether.  And I raised and lowered my ass to continue the sensations as the orgasm hit me.

I started to juice a little, it ran down my pussy and trickled down my ass onto the bed sheets.  I pushed and releases, as the orgasm rushed through me like a wave, and came crashing down on my pussy.

“Ohhhhhh  OHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I cried out. 

I landed back on the bed, and I pulled my niece into my arms.  We lay there kissing each other.

She pulled at my nipples and I gently stroked her smooth front.  

“I can taste me on your mouth,” I said.   She smiled at this.

We lay there for as long as we could.  Stroking each others bodies, and teasing each other. I was very tempted to start with her again, but I knew that her body needed some recovery time.  First orgasms need to be processed, and she had had a very intense one. 

Before long I told her that we had to get dressed.  We started to clean up, and get things done.

“Um, Aunt Luna… I know I can’t tell mommy about this, cause this is adult stuff.”

“Right,” I replied, “And you probably shouldn’t tell your friends about it.  It should remain between you and me.”

Alison, pulled on a new pair of green shorts and a white top.  She looked very cute in it.  I gathered up the rest of my clothes.

“Okay, I’ won’t.  Um, can we do this again?” she said, “I really liked it.”

I sat there conflicted.  My mind raced with the fantasies that now were presenting themselves to me.  I wanted to deny them.  I really wanted to push them to the side.  I could fall for this little girl.  I could be enveloped in the trappings of teaching and playing with her.

“Maybe, Alison.  We’ll have to see.  Maybe on certain occassions, you and I can have some time and do it again.  But, let’s just let it happen.  Okay?”

She nodded her head, and started to leave the room as I was putting on the rest of my clothes.  She then looked up at me rather innocently, and said

“Cause Aunt Luna, next time, I want you to fuck me,”

My mouth fell open, as she walked out of the room.

– END –

 

Author’s Note: I hope everyone enjoyed this story as much as I did.  A quick indulgence of a fantasy onto paper, turned into a seven part story that took much longer than anticipated.  But, it was an enjoyable journey. 

The story of Luna and Allison is basically complete.  The last line is meant to be a promise of things to come.  But, as of this writing, I don’t plan on revisiting them.  However, I may need a quick fantasy indulgence in the future, and maybe I can revisit them.  We shall see.

Thanks again, everyone.

Cheers,

Luna Za

 

 

 

 

I checked my blog stats for the last month, and I’ve received close to 12,000 people visiting my little blog.  I do really appreciate it.   I know that it’s a lot of people looking for quick stroke/rub material, but to a degree, that’s what it’s designed for. 

I don’t know if these are individual hits, or what.  But it’s still nice that so many people are reading my stories. 

Whether they like my stories or not, well that’s a different story.  But… to be fair, it’s rare that I send an email to someone telling them that their story made me feel really good and was well written, so far be it from a goddess like myself to be so obviously hypocritical.

The next story (I think) I will complete is the second of the Four Wedding Stories, called The Bridesmaids.  I’m very excited about the story, but it is very intense (emotionally and sexually), so it’s tough to write it for long periods of time. 

But I feel like I should be doing something else on this blog… Like more frequent postings of … something… 

I mean I’m not going to post nude pics, plenty of places do that.  I can’t crank out stories when the muses aren’t visiting me, then the stories turn into crap. 

I’ll try to come up with something, but if anyone has suggestions, please email me or comment below. 

Anyway, I wanted to thank everyone who has been reading the stories.  Please respond if you feel so inclined.

Love, lust and lolipops,

Luna Zax – Goddess of the Moon and all her mysteries