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The Price
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Three
"You have such a hot body," Tami said as
she rubbed her fingers across Laurie's breasts. "It
didn't matter to me that you were such a teasing,
selfish bitch. I can't tell you how many nights I
laid in this bed and dreamed you were here with
me. How many times I brought myself to orgasm
and imagined it was you here with me. That it
was you I was making love to."
It had been a long time since a lover had
spoken to Laurie in such a way. Each word, each
touch, caused her temperature to rise just a little
bit more.
"You're still so wet," Tami said as she slid
her hand down Laurie's body, stopping between
her legs.
"I'm wet for you," Laurie replied.
"You like the feel of a man inside you,
don't you?" Tami asked as she changed the
subject yet again, sliding a finger inside of Laurie
and rubbing her gently.
"Yes, I do," she admitted as her body
reacted to Tami's touch.
"Is it better than how it feels when I'm
inside of you?"
"Not better, just different," Laurie said in
a rare display of diplomacy.
"But you miss being penetrated, don't
you?" Tami went on, her fingers still working
their magic.
"Yes," Laurie had to admit.
"Good," Tami beamed.
Unsure what she meant by that, Laurie
was surprised as Tami removed her hand and
rolled over on the bed. From over her shoulder,
she could tell the short haired girl was reaching
into the bottom drawer of her night table.
"Oh shit!" Laurie cried out as Tami rolled
back over with the object of her search in her right
hand. "Where did you get something like that?"
"Mail order," Tami laughed as she held
her hand up to give Laurie a better look.
Laurie's eyes opened wide. She had never
seen anything like that in her life. Made of some
kind of rubber, it looked just like a guy's cock. In
fact, it looked a lot more impressive than some of
the guys she'd been with. At the base of the make
believe cock were a series of straps, making it
obvious that it was meant to be worn.
"Well, what do you think?" Tami asked
with a twinkle in her eye. "You think this is
something you might want to try?"
Laurie looked hard at the toy in Tami's
hand. At home, buried under a pile of books in
her own night table, Laurie had a small plastic
vibrator. The artificial manhood in front of her
went far beyond that. Just the sight of it produced
a longing between her legs that was impossible to
ignore.
"Oh yes," Laurie automatically answered,
her responses now being totally controlled by her
urges. "definitely yes."
"I hoped you'd say that," Tami said as she
eased back off the bed and started to strap on the
do it yourself manhood.
With the 'cock' now hanging between her
legs, Laurie had to say that Tami now looked
more like a teenage boy than ever. A boy that she
badly wanted inside of her.
Tami climbed back on the bed and stood
over Laurie. She held the playcock in her hand
and brought it to Laurie's face.
"Suck me off," Tami said.
"What?" Laurie replied.
"Don't you suck off your boyfriends?"
Tami answered. "Well now I'm your boyfriend."
Feeling just a little silly about it since the
cock was rubber not flesh and blood, but willing
to play along, Laurie took hold of Tami's 'cock'
and guided it into her mouth.
Back and forth she moved it, deep inside
of her mouth. She began to act as if it was real,
running her tongue up and down its length and
under the head at the top. If there were an official
ranking among the girls of the senior class, Laurie
would've finished in the top ten of cocksuckers.
She soon found herself actually getting a charge
out of 'blowing' Tami.
Although she couldn't feel the warm
wetness of Laurie's mouth on her strap on
manhood, Tami was also getting a thrill out of
watching her lover. If she was a guy, perish that
thought, she was sure she would be begging for
more by this point.
Watching Laurie swallow her whole once
more, Tami had to admire her skill. Seeing her
work on a cock like she did, the boy/girl decided
that with the right teacher, Laurie might be able to
develop into a first class cunt-licker as well. That
however, was a thought for another day.
"I can see why the guys love you so
much," Tami said as she let Laurie get in a few
last licks. "Let's see what else they love about
you."
Tami removed her 'cock' from Laurie's
mouth and motioned for the girl to assume that
position she knew so well. Tami climbed between
her legs once more and brought her 'cock' up
against the entrance of Laurie's pussy.
Holding her hardness tightly in her hand,
Tami ran the head of it up and down Laurie's
pussy, coating the tip with her juices. She pressed
it inward, just enough to part the walls separating
it from her womanhood.
"Are you sure you want this?" she asked
as she hesitated for a moment.
"Oh yes," Laurie said as she put her own
hand on Tami's 'cock' in an attempt to draw it
inside of her. "I want you to fuck me. I need you
to fuck me!" she added with urgency.
Tami applied more pressure and sent her
temporary maleness deep inside of Laurie. She
eased it back out again carefully, then inward once
more. Twice more she did it slowly, allowing
Laurie to become accustomed to its dimensions.
"Fuck me!" Laurie called out. "All the
way. Give it to me!"
Needing no further encouragement, Tami
grabbed both of Laurie's legs and drove deep
inside of her. As fast as she could, she repeated
the action again and again, driving it with more
force each time.
"Oh yeah, that's it," Laurie cried out as
she grabbed Tami's ass to hold her deep inside of
her.
They quickly fell into a cadence, their
bodies gyrating back and forth in unison. Tami's
thrusts were quickly becoming almost savage in
nature, but still Laurie called out for more.
"Harder, faster!" she cried as her
fingernails dug into the flesh of Tami's ass.
It was almost more than Tami could give.
Although she no more felt the embracing pressure
of Laurie's cunt against her 'cock' then she had the
her mouth, Tami was still being drawn into a
pre-orgasmic frenzy of her own as the base of her
strap on rubbed against her pussy. When it
seemed she had no more to give, she reached
down and found exactly what the both of them
needed.
"Yes, Oh God, yes!" Laurie yelled out as
she felt the waves of her orgasm about to be
released.
Tami knew her own climax was just as
imminent, as she dropped down on Laurie's body
and kissed her with a primitive lust. The energies
reverberating within both their bodies were too far
along to be stopped now. With a shattering surge
of passion, the walls of their dams shattered under
the torrent behind them.
"Fuck!" Laurie cried out as the most mind
shattering climax of her life grabbed hold of her.
For a moment, she feared she was having
a seizure. Never before had she lost such total
control of her body. But it was such a beautiful
loss of control.
Tami's orgasm was nowhere near as
powerful as Laurie's, but it was still satisfying on
a number of levels. The Amerasian prefered the
quiet enjoyment of a climax, but was sure that
Laurie wouldn't have noticed if she'd been
screaming her head off.
They lay there for a while, Tami still
buried deep inside of her. She nestled her head
between Laurie's breasts, kissing the warm, damp
flesh. It was almost a half hour before they undid
themselves from their entanglement.
"Feel free to use the shower," Tami said
to Laurie as she undid the straps of her manhood,
returning herself to her feminine norm. "It's right
down the hall."
"No, I think I'll wait until I get home,"
Laurie said as she was pulling her shorts back
over her now cooled flesh. "It's getting pretty
late."
"Suit yourself," Tami said as she brought
her toy close enough to savor the scent of Laurie's
orgasm that still clung to it.
With Laurie still in the room, she resisted
the urge to lick it clean. She would save that as a
treat for later.
Laurie was already putting her blouse back
on in a rush to get going. Tami wasn't the least bit
surprised. She'd seen this before. Already a sense
of guilt and panic was beginning to set in. Laurie
couldn't wait until she could leave the scene of the
crime, so to speak.
"Okay, I think I have everything," Laurie
said as she checked her appearance.
Tami had to keep from smirking. No
matter how she tried to hide it, Laurie looked like
a girl who had just been fucked royally.
Putting the toy down on the night table, a
still naked Tami walked Laurie to the door. When
they reached the hall leading to the entranceway,
she pressed her naked body against her and kissed
her guest goodbye. Both of their bodies still
reeked of their coupling. It was a sweet perfume
that Tami would long remember. To her surprise,
Laurie responded to the kiss. Already the guilt
was fading. So much the better.
"Don't forget the report," Tami said as she
let Laurie walk the last few feet to the door alone.
Adventurous as she sometimes was, Tami wasn't
about to chance letting the neighbors see her
naked.
Tami watched as Laurie put her raincoat
back on and then picked up the report. Her back
was now to Tami, but it looked like she was
flipping through the paper or something. As if she
thought Tami would give her a pile of blank pages
or something. Then it looked like Laurie put
something back on the table, but again from where
she was standing, Tami couldn't be sure.
Laurie paused one last time at the open
door and smiled back at Tami. Then she was
gone.
Tami watched from behind a concealing
curtain as Laurie got onto the bus that would drop
her off just a few doors from her own home. She
wondered what the people on the bus, or her
parents, would make of her appearance. Oh well,
she was sure it wouldn't have been the first time
Laurie had come home late at night looking like
that.
Stepping into the shower to clean off the
after effects of their wild night, Tami let her mind
wander as the cleansing water danced over her.
"I'm going to have to do something really
nice for Mike Russell," she thought as she
washed between her legs. "Not many guys
would've trashed their chance with Laurie like he
did. Especially giving up what she'd promised. I'll
have to find a way to make it up to him."
Mike was Tami's best male friend,
something that Laurie really had no way of
knowing of course. He told her everything, and
not out of a desire to get in her pants either. She
had told him of her preference back in Junior
High. It hadn't effected their friendship in the
least.
From the day Mike had mentioned he was
writing Laurie's paper, Tami had been planning
this evening. The real joke of it was that the
paper Laurie walked out of here with was actually
the one Mike had written for her. As if someone
as computer literate as Mike wouldn't have
backups.
She thought about what to do for her
friend for a minute or two, then the obvious came
to her. Karen Liu owed her big time for past
favors. She'd fix up Karen and Mike. She was
sure Karen would at least make up the blowjob he
missed. Hell, knowing Karen, he'd probably get
to fuck her as well.
Wrapping a towel around her as she
stepped fresh and clean out of the shower, Tami
remembered that she thought Laurie had left
something when she picked up the report.
Curious, she quickly went to the front door.
Sure enough, in place of the history paper
was one of Laurie's personal calling cards. They'd
become quite popular at school the last two years.
This one contained Laurie's address and private
phone number. Turning the card over, Tami saw
a hastily scribbled message.
"Please call me."
Under the note, Laurie had signed her
name and a small heart.
Tami held the card for what seemed like an
eternity. Knowing Laurie, she doubted many guys
had been left such a personal touch on the cards
they were given. Or that she even left many cards
behind at all.
A broad sense of satisfaction filled her as
Cynthia's words from this afternoon came back to
her.
"After the way she and her friends have
treated you. One of these days I'd love to see her
treated the way she treats other people. See how
she likes it."
"Like I said, Cynthia," Tami said to the
empty air as she dropped the scraps into a small
metal wastebasket next to the table, "sometimes
you get your wish."
As she walked back through the house,
Tami wondered how Cynthia had made out with
Doris Warner. Was there anything she could do
about that?
END
And now a word from the Author...
Over the last few years, I've thrown open
the gates of caution and invited my readers to
participate in a story idea contest. A chance to
see one of your ideas take form. Looking at the
calendar on the wall, it looks like it's that time
again. So pick up your pencils, or if you're not
allowed sharp objects, your keyboards and lets see
what you can come up with.
Now the rules are simple.
Each entry must be accompanied by an
unmarked twenty dollar bill ... nah only kidding.
Actually each entry should be sent to my email
address with "Contest Entry" in the story line.
There is no set format for your suggestion, so it
can range from a few sentences, a short outline, or
even just the start of a story. Last years winner
was in the last format and intrigued me enough to
make me want to finish the story.
Another rule of note is that the story idea
must be a subject that I normally write about. If
unsure, just check my web page for examples.
Other than that, the skies the limit. It
could be a story about a subject that fascinates
you. It could be a parody of a movie or a
television show (hopefully one I'm familiar with
so that I could write about the characters). Or it
could even be about someone you know, or have
had a fantasy about. Maybe a retelling of
something that might have been but wasn't. What
I normally have done with stories like that in the
past was write it with the actual characters for
the winner, and then alter them just enough to be
unrecognizable before posting them online.
Last years contest brought forth two
unexpected dividends, aside from the fun of the
contest. The winner, Mordmorgan, wound up
becoming my proofreader on subsequent works.
That we worked well together only became
apparent while we exchanged emails about the
story.
The other bonus was the discovery of a
young woman whose story ideas so impressed me
that I encouraged her to write them as her own.
She did so and added a number of sequels to it in
the following months under the name Lotuseater.
I look forward to seeing what this year
might bring. Entries will be accepted up to and
including September 30th.
(missing parts may be found at)
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