Message-ID: <27605asstr$975316202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@dejanews.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: amberblue@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8vskqm$mjf$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Mon Nov 27 03:35:49 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} NEW STORY: Angie (1/?) (m/f,f/f,solo) Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 04:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27605> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw, gill-bates Angie By Amber Kelly m/f (almost), f/f, solo Standard disclaimers apply to this story. Don't read it if it's not legal for you to be reading it. It contains descriptions of homosexual sex between teenage girls as well as alcohol and drug use, so don't read it if it will offend you. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, although I've been reading it for a while and I've written many other types of literature. The sex doesn't come until late in this story, but if I get some positive feedback I'll make the next segment more sexual. Angie was a junior in a public high school. She generally got very good grades, but did not take school very seriously. She often took days out of school to go to the beach or just to sleep all day. She played piano and was very dedicated to it. She had recently been trying to write songs, but had not had much success. Angie always seemed distracted. Her classmates were polite to her, but were not quite sure how to act when she was around. Some days, she was warm and funny, but on other days completely withdrawn. Her mercurial behavior had always left her with few friends. Angie was in a good mood on this particular day, and interacted more than usual with her classmates. She even found herself flirting with Mark, who sat behind her in English and to her right in History. She noticed that Mark had been talking to her a lot recently. She found it kind of surprising. Mark asked Angie to attend a party he was holding on Friday night. Angie was surprised. She did not like Mark at all. She hesitated at first, worried that there would be many people she did not know, but Mark assured her that it would be mostly people from school. Angie reluctantly accepted. Angie was average height, and very thin. She had red hair and pale blue eyes. Her breasts were small, but firm, and her waist was tiny. She rarely wore makeup, but she had very clear skin. Her hair was medium length, and her teeth were very straight and white. During study on Thursday, Angie was talking to a classmate, Leona. Leona had dark hair, and it was longer than Angie's. Leona had dark eyes and tan skin. She had larger breasts and hips, unlike Angie's androgynous body. Angie had never talked much to Leona because Leona antagonized her often in junior high, but today, they were having fun, in a way. Angie had never really noticed how attractive Leona was. In History on Friday, Mark reminded her of his party. She smiled politely and told him she would be there, but she was a little anxious. Although she knew Mark was extremely dense, she had always assumed that he knew she did not like him. She worried that he was planning a Carrie-like trick. Mark's party started at seven o'clock. Walking home from school, Angie briefly considered buying something to wear, but decided not to. When she arrived home, she walked in the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. Neither of her parents were home yet. She removed her coat and her gloves and dropped them onto a dining room chair as she walked to the thermostat and turned up the heat. Winters in her small New England town were usually mild, but this one had been bitterly cold so far. Angie decided that she would put up her family's artificial Christmas tree this weekend. She thought that she would enjoy that more than Mark's party, but she felt it was too late now to change her mind. Angie went upstairs to her bedroom and picked out an outfit for the evening. She stripped off all of her clothes and walked across the hall to the bathroom. She turned the shower on and stepped inside. The warm water felt soothing on her chilled body. After a brief shower, Angie grabbed a towel and dried herself. She walked back to her bedroom and dropped her towel on the floor. She grabbed a brush that had fallen on the floor and began brushing her hair in front of her mirror. The cold had caused her nipples to stiffen. She looked at her body in the mirror. Her arms and abdominal muscles appeared to have strengthened. Her legs looked thinner. She didn't appear to be as pale as she usually was. She quickly brushed her hair and began to braid it, but she decided to just leave it down. Angie took another look at herself in the mirror. She had always seen herself as a skinny, awkward-looking girl. She almost didn't recognize the gorgeous redhead she saw. The red sweater that Angie had picked out was more conservative than she usually dressed. She had picked it because she was cold, but after seeing her body in the mirror and feeling better about it than usual, she decided to wear something else. She chose a blue sweater that was tighter and thinner than the red one, and she wore jeans. She wondered if she was dressed too informally. She changed into a skirt that reached to slightly above her knees. A few minutes later she changed back into jeans. Angie left a note to remind her parents where she was going and went outside. She had her driver's license but hated to drive. She was going to walk, but decided she did not want to walk home in the dark and possibly in the snow so she took her car. She lived only about two and one-third miles from Mark. Most of the drive was on a rural road. She was surprised when a deer ran in front of her car. She swerved to the right and hit her brakes to avoid hitting it. A moment later, slightly shaken, she continued driving. When Angie arrived at Mark's house, there were only four cars parked in his driveway. She only recognized Mark's car and Leona's car. She had expected a bigger party. She wasn't sure if the smaller gathering was a positive or negative thing. She rang the doorbell. Her classmate, Kate, answered the door. "Hi, Angie," Kate said. There had been an argument between Kate and Angie in the ninth grade, and Angie had refused to even make eye contact with Kate since that time. Angie was rather surprised that Mark had invited both her and Kate. She felt insulted. Several possible statements ran through her mind quickly. "Hi, Kate," she said simply. Kate stepped aside and Angie entered the door. She looked around and saw Leona sitting on the couch. The empty space beside her was apparently where Kate had been sitting. Mark's best friend Alex was seated on the floor and Mark was sitting in a recliner by the window. Mark greeted Angie and offered her a snack or refreshment. She declined. She sat next to Leona on the couch. Leona smiled at her. Like she had been in school the previous day, Angie was captivated by Leona's smile. There was some music playing, and no one seemed to be saying much. After Angie relaxed a little, she had a glass of wine and smoked a little marijuana. This was not something that she usually did, and she felt a little impaired. It was clear by the end of the evening that Mark was very attracted to Angie. Angie was surprised. Mark was fairly good looking and mildly charismatic, but Angie was uninterested. However, she was feeling quite good from the marijuana and played along. She made out with Mark briefly at the end of the evening. By ten-thirty, Angie felt confident that she could drive home safely. She said goodbye to everyone except Kate, who had avoided her all night. Her drive home was uneventful. She was greeted by her parents, and she spoke to them quickly. She went upstairs. Although she felt she could probably use a shower, she was too tired and decided to wait until morning. She changed into her pajamas and climbed into bed. Angie reviewed the events of the evening, as well as Mark and his friends, before falling asleep. She had not enjoyed having Mark's tongue in her mouth and did not want him to think she was at all interested in a romantic relationship with her. Additionally, her relationship with Kate was very tense. Alex was nice, she thought. She had known him since junior high, although they had never talked much. But then she thought of Leona. She had never been attracted to a girl before, but this felt very natural. The last time Angie looked at her alarm clock before falling asleep, it read eleven-seventeen. Saturday evening, at about six-twenty, Mark called Angie. He asked her if she wanted to go to see a movie. Angie really did not want to be in a dark theater with Mark for two hours, and she realized that saying yes would send Mark the message that she wanted to go out with him. "OK. What movie do you want to see?" she asked. She agreed to go with him because she hoped that entering Mark's social circle would create more opportunities for her to spend time with Leona. Angie was surprised when Mark suggested that they see an independent film she had been wanting to see. Mark did not seem like the type of person that would enjoy art films. He offered to pick her up, but she told him she would meet him there. This was the first time Angie could remember driving two days in a row. She was not very comfortable with her driving ability, and she was unhappy that she would have to drive on the highway. She thought of calling Mark back and asking him to pick her up, but she assumed he had already left. Although it was moving fairly quickly, traffic was heavy on the highway. Angie nearly spun out of her lane when a very fast moving pickup truck passed her. Angie met Mark in front of the cinema at eight o'clock. Although she objected, Mark paid for her ticket. They entered the theater and took their seats in the back. Angie was enjoying the film, but became distracted when she felt Mark's hand moving up her inner thigh. She recognized at this point that she should not have worn a skirt tonight. Although she shifted uncomfortably in her seat, she said nothing. When Mark made eye contact with her, she just smiled. She thought to herself that allowing Mark to do whatever he wanted to do to her, as she had done the previous day, was not the correct path to take. Yet she said nothing. She felt Mark's hand rubbing against her panties. She became tense. While she was enjoying the sensations, she shuddered to think that Mark, who she had hated for years, had his hand on her crotch, and she feared that he would expect more after the movie. Angie kissed Mark quickly. "Let's just watch the movie now," she said. He sat back in his seat. Angie worried she had insulted him. After the movie, however, he seemed all right. He asked her if she wanted to go to his house for a while. Angie did not want to go. She did not want to upset him twice, though, so she accepted. She followed behind him in his car. They entered his house. His parents were in the living room. His father was stretched out on the sofa and his mother was in the chair where Angie and Mark had made out at the party. "Hi, Mom and Dad," Mark began, "This is Angie." They greeted her, and she walked behind Mark up the stairs to his bedroom. He gestured for her to sit on the bed and shut the door. He sat beside her and grabbed her, holding her close. He forced his tongue into her mouth. She let him kiss her. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. She scraped her teeth along his tongue for a second. She imagined biting it hard and tasting his blood. She resisted the temptation, but was furious at herself for allowing him to do this to her. Before she realized it, Mark had pinned her to the bed and was nibbling on her lips. Angie was seething with anger, and she was no longer attempting to hide it. But he did not notice. Again, Mark was exploring her crotch, this time beneath her panties. "Mark," she said, "I think this is going too quickly, and I wouldn't want your parents to walk in." "They won't," he said, taking a breath from kissing her. "No, Mark, I want you to stop." Mark stood up. "Fine, you can leave, Angie." Angie instantly felt like she had done something wrong. She was shocked. Had he really expected her to have sex with him with his parents downstairs and with her curfew approaching in twenty-five minutes? She wondered if she should say something to him. No, she decided. She stood, straightened her skirt, and left. That night, as usual, Angie lay awake sorting through the day's events. She felt that Mark was going to break up with her, and she would probably need to formulate another plan to spend time with Leona. She figured that she would just have to directly ask Leona to hang out with her. Angie's cellular phone rang. She answered it. "Hello," she said. "Hi, Angie." It was Mark. "I was hoping I would get your voice mail... I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry about tonight. I was really disgusting. It's just that you're incredibly hot, but that isn't..." "Don't worry about it, Mark, I'm not upset." "Listen, I've really enjoyed hanging out with you. I'd like to spend more time with you." "Yeah, OK. It's very late, Mark. We'll talk on Monday, or you can call me tomorrow." "OK, Angie, Bye." Angie hung up the phone. On Monday, Mark spoke to Angie near her locker. He apologized for not calling her on Sunday. She agreed to go out with him on Thursday. Angie enjoyed that she obviously had the upper hand here. However, she had conflicting emotions due to their previously ambivalent relationship. Additionally, she cringed when she realized that spending time with Mark and his friends would mean she would have to spend time with her rival, Kate, who was a close friend of Mark's. The only class Angie had with Kate was Spanish. Their Spanish teacher assigned a group project and selected the groups. Angie and Kate were in a group together, along with two other classmates, Christopher and Lynne. Kate was unexpectedly cordial while they worked together. Angie was pleasantly surprised. She thought that perhaps Mark had told Kate to be nicer to Angie. She was shocked when she spoke to Mark that evening. "Kate was really upset about something that happened in Spanish today." Instantly, Angie detected Kate's web of deceit in action. Clearly she had been wrong when she thought there had been a change in their relationship. "Nothing happened in Spanish today. Mark, I really don't know what she was talking about.." "You must have some idea, Angie. Kate didn't just make it up." "What did she say?" "She just said," Mark started, "That she felt a lot of anger from you." "I wasn't angry at her. We just did a project together. I don't take Kate seriously, and you probably shouldn't either. "Angie, I resent that you refuse to take me seriously. Why are you so hostile towards me?" "I'm not intentionally hostile, Mark. But I cannot abandon years of tension between us, and I cannot ignore your friendship with Kate." "Kate is-" "I don't want to hear you defend her." "Angie, are you interested in me at all? If not, I think we should end this now." "OK." "OK? " "I'm not going to respond to an ultimatum." "Fine, Angie," Mark sighed. "I'll talk to you tomorrow." Angie thought about what Mark had said. She was not interested in him. She did not want to have sex with him, which she knew was his only goal. There was only one person Angie knew that she wanted to have sex with. She was readily admitting to herself that her interest in Leona was more than friendly. It was purely sexual. Angie talked to Mark only briefly on Tuesday. They rescheduled their date from Thursday to Friday. Mark was sad, Angie pretended to be. Other than that, they didn't have an opportunity to talk to each other. That afternoon, Angie spoke to Leona before going home. "Hi, Angie," Leona smiled. "What's up?" I want to fuck you right here, right now in front of everyone. I want everyone to know that I'm totally in love with you. I want to kiss you and lick you and taste you. I want to explore every inch of you. I want you to feel my tongue inside you. "Nothing much." "I was wondering how things are going with you and Mark," Leona asked. I was wondering about some stuff too. I was wondering how your nipples would feel between my teeth. I was wondering how wet you get when you cum. I was wondering how your skin would feel against mine as we lay together locked in a hot, sweaty 69. "It's going OK." "I was kind of surprised that you were going out with him." You'd be even more surprised if you knew the real reason. "Really? Why?" "Well, because of your history with Kate, and his history with Kate." Oh, fuck Kate. Or fuck me. Please. "What is his history with Kate?" "They went out for about a year. They're just friends now, of course. You didn't know?" You're making me so wet, Leona, do I make you wet? How can I make you wet? "No, I didn't know. I guess I've just never been interested in either of them." "Well, I hope I didn't create a sore spot or anything..." No, but you can make me sore anytime you want. "No, it's ok. I'm not going to let my feelings towards Kate interfere with anything. "Good, I have to say I don't like her very much either. But she isn't as bad as you think. You look flushed, are you all right?" Just thinking about you makes me flushed. "Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a little warm." Between my legs. "Well, I have to get home. Bye, Angie." "Bye, Leona." Angie could not have sustained that conversation for another instant. She was ready to collapse with lust. She wanted Leona with an unbelievable passion. Her body ached at the thought that she didn't know how to explain her emotions to Leona. When Angie walked home that afternoon, she found a car that she didn't know in her driveway. She was surprised to see Mark's friend Alex sitting on her porch. "Hey, Alex," she called. Out of all of Mark's many friends, the only two that Angie didn't hate were Leona and Alex. Angie had a crush on Alex throughout junior high but her extreme introversion refused to allow her to tell him. Her feeling had cooled off in high school, mostly because of frustration at herself. "Angie, I wanted to talk to you because I'm a little concerned." "About what?" "You and Mark. Mark's a nice guy. He's my friend, but I don't know if you should go out with him." "Why not?" "He's had a lot of girlfriends. I really don't think he's interested in you for anything other than sex." Well, I'm going out with Mark because I'm interested in sex. Just not with him. "Yeah, I kind of figured that out," Angie said. "Just be careful. He's not worth any pain or stress. You could do better than him." Don't worry. I have no intention of doing him. "Thanks." After a pause, Alex said, "You know, I kind of had a crush on you in junior high." "Yeah, I liked you too." "Really? Too bad neither of us said anything. Think it's too late?" Alex joked. Angie was still overwhelmingly horny from her encounter with Leona and, within minutes, they were in her bedroom stripped to their underwear. She looked at Alex's gorgeous face and strong body and felt overcome, as she had felt when was talking to Leona. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deep. This was not a submissive kiss like the kisses she had given Mark. She was actively trying to suck Alex's face off for about thirty seconds. Angie's heart was racing. She realized she was about to have sex for the first time. "Angie, are you sure we should do this, what about Mark?" "I'm sure about this Alex. I want you." There was a voice inside Angie screaming at her to stop, but she ignored it. "I've never had sex before," she said shyly, "Have you?" "Yes. God, Angie, you're so beautiful. Are you sure you're ready?" Yes, Alex. I'm ready. I'm too horny to wait any longer. "No. I'm sorry, Alex. You're right. I'm not ready. I'm so embarrassed." "Don't be embarrassed. I think it's awesome that you were this aggressive with me, but I understand that you're a little scared about it" "I'm so confused. No one has ever wanted me, sexually or in any other way. I don't know how to respond to your feelings." She sat down on her bed. She was wearing her underwear, but she still felt naked. She had just exposed herself emotionally to Alex, which is something she never did to anyone. She needed him to respond. She needed him to tell her that he didn't hate her, or think she was crazy. She wanted desperately to look up at him, but she couldn't. She started to sob softly. Finally, he sat beside her. "It's ok, Angie. Don't worry about it. It's really ok." He put his hands around her back. He held her close. For a long time, they lay together on her bed, their hard, barely covered bodies pressed together. After a while, Alex stood up and got dressed. They exchanged phone numbers and he left. Angie did not understand what had happened. She did not understand her bizarre behavior. She realized that she had just thrown herself at a person she found very attractive because of her feelings for Leona. But those same feelings were so strong that it was impossible for her to have sex with Alex. There was one thing, however, that was no longer confusing to her. She picked up her telephone. "Hi, Mark." "Hi, Angie." "Mark, I've decided that I can't go out with you anymore. I like you a lot, but I'm just not prepared for a romance right now. I have a lot of issues I need to work out. I'm so sorry." They spoke for several more minutes. Mark was fairly upset, but Angie was not really paying attention to what he said. As they spoke, she looked at her body in the mirror. She unhooked her bra. It dropped off her chest and she threw it to her side. Then she slid out of her panties. She still felt extremely aroused. When she finally hung up the phone, she was lying on her bed with her legs spread. As her fingers gently slid in and out of her pussy and rubbed her clit, she closed her eyes and whispered Leona's name. A few moments later, Angie climaxed. When she regained her strength, she sat up. She looked at her vagina. She noticed that her pussy lips, clit, and carefully trimmed, light, red pubic hair all glistened with moisture. She wondered what Leona's pussy looked like. She was sure it was as gorgeous as the rest of her body was. Eventually, Angie got dressed and did her homework and checked her email. By the time her parents arrived home, she had showered and was watching television. The next day, Angie spoke to Leona before homeroom. She wondered if Leona had talked to him and if he was very upset. Leona said that he seemed all right. Leona then invited Angie to go to the mall with her and Alex Friday night. Angie accepted, of course. But, unsurprisingly, she was soon terrified by irrational fears and doubts. Angie did not talk to Mark that day. She wanted to say something, but wasn't able to make eye contact with him in either of the classes they shared. She felt guilty, but she wasn't sure why. The next day, though, she did speak to him. Their conversation was polite. Mark clearly wanted to still be her friend. Angie was unsure. On Friday afternoon, Leona picked Angie up at her house. They were going to meet Alex at the mall. They had planned originally to all take separate cars, but Angie was uncomfortable driving in heavy traffic. Leona, on the other hand, was an excellent driver. They chatted for a while, but after a few minutes, there was silence. Angie tried to think of something to say. While we're alone, Leona, I just wanted to tell you that I'm in love with you. Why don't you pull over on this side street and we can make love before we go to the mall? Do you want to trade panties? "I like your boots," she finally said. "Thanks," Leona flashed her amazing smile. "You have such awesome legs, boots like that look great on you, " Angie commented. Again the smile. "Do you work out a lot, Angie? Your legs look so strong." "No, not really... I run a lot when its warm." "Cool." "Do you mind if I turn the heat down a little, Leona?" "No, not at all. Are you hot?" Not as hot as you. "Just a little." "You always seem to be hot when I'm around. Do I make you nervous or something," Leona laughed. "No, just..." "Just what?" Horny. "Nothing. I guess I'm just a nervous person." Oh, fuck, Angie, you have to stop this. She doesn't want you. She's going to think you're an idiot. "You know, Angie, I want to apologize to you. I wasn't very nice to you in junior high, and now that we're friends, I want you to forgive me." "Of course I forgive you. I've forgotten about all that." "Good. Well if there's ever anything I can do to make it up to you, just tell me." There is one thing. Do you know how to eat pussy? "OK, I'll tell you." They arrived at the mall and met Alex at the food court. They shopped for about two hours, then went back to the food court to eat. They sat down at a table. Angie and Leona sat across from Alex. "So, Angie, are you going to Leona's birthday party next Saturday?" Alex asked "I haven't been invited," she answered. "You're invited now," Leona said. "Your ex-boyfriend will be there, but I'm sure he won't mind." "I'm not worried about him. I think everything's ok between us. I'm more concerned with Kate." "Just ignore her," Alex laughed, "Everyone else does." "Ok. I'll go. You'll have to give me directions next week." "Cool," Leona said. When Angie was dropped off at home later that night, it was hard for her to resist the temptation to kiss Leona. She felt almost like they had just gone on a first date, so she was very pleased when Leona leaned forward and kissed her cheek. Leona laughed out loud. "Wow, Angie, that kiss made you glow. What would happen if I kissed you on the mouth?" Why don't you try it and see? Angie just laughed. "Why don't I try it and see?" Leona asked. She leaned forward and kissed Angie's mouth. Their lips stayed closed during the kiss. Angie's pulse started to race. She was dizzy. "Wow," was all she could say when Leona pulled away. Leona smiled broadly, "I'm sorry, Angie, I hope I didn't offend you." "No, you didn't offend me at all." Angie opened the car door. Before exiting, she turned to Leona. "Let's do that again some time." Angie entered her house and went upstairs to shower. The kiss had been rather innocent, but Angie hoped she would be able to do more with Leona. Of course, she knew that Leona hadn't given any indication that she wanted to do more. The more Angie thought about Leona's soft lips, the more aroused she became. As the water caressed her body, Angie gently massaged the warmth between her legs. Soon, she was fingering her pussy hard and squeezing her swollen clit. Angie fell to her knees and goosebumps appeared all over her body. She arched her back and threw her head backwards. She shuddered as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. She loudly moaned Leona's name. She pinched her nipples hard as waves of pleasure continued to flow through her. Finally, Angie dried off and walked to her room. She was exhausted. She dropped her towel and climbed into bed without bothering to dress. Angie's phone rang at nine-thirty on Saturday morning. It was Leona. "Hi, Angie, I hope I didn't wake you up." "No, you didn't," Angie lied. "I thought I should call you to clarify what happened last night. I guess I should tell you that I'm extremely attracted to you. I know it was inappropriate for me to kiss you without you being aware that I'm bisexual. I hope you won't be angry at me, and I won't do anything like that again." Angie tried to speak but choked on her own voice. She finally managed to say, "I'd like you to do that again." "Really?" Leona exclaimed excitedly, "Angie, that makes me very happy." Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I can't believe this. "Leona, you have no idea how much I've wanted you. My parents aren't going to be home until late in the afternoon. You're welcome to come over if you want to." "Oh, Angie, I'll be over as soon as I can. Can you give me directions to your house?" About fifteen minutes later, Angie was about to practice playing piano for a little while when the doorbell rang. She hadn't gotten dressed and was wearing only a robe. She opened the door and let Leona in. Her passion for Leona had overwhelmed her during the past weeks, but she suddenly felt serene. She guided Leona into the kitchen and removed some waffles from the freezer and toasted them. They sat across from each other at the small breakfast table. Neither girl could think of words to express their feelings. As Angie ate her waffles, some maple syrup dripped onto her finger. She started to reach for her napkin but Leona grabbed her hand and sucked her finger into her mouth. Leona delicately swirled her tongue around Angie's finger. When she released Angie's finger with a small pop, Angie opened her robe exposing her bare breasts. She took the bottle of syrup and squeezed some generously onto her chest. Leona moaned. She leapt from her seat and knelt in front of Angie. She licked the syrup off Angie's small but firm breasts and sucked on Angie's pink, hard nipples. Angie broke away from Leona's attention to dispose of their half-eaten breakfasts. They then joined hands and raced up the stairs to Angie's bedroom. Leona tore the robe off Angie's body and stripped off her own clothes as quickly as she could. Angie grabbed Leona and held her close. They kissed hard, their hands exploring every inch of their bodies. Angie paid special attention to Leona's tits, which were larger than Angie's, but equally firm and perky. After several minutes, they lay still, their faces only inches apart. "I've never done anything like this before, Leona," Angie said. Leona smiled but didn't bother responding. She quickly slid down until her mouth was level with Angie's crotch. Angie moaned as Leona licked her inner thighs. Soon she was furiously kissing Angie's pussy lips. She pushed two fingers deep inside Angie's soaking wet cunt and sucked on Angie's clit. Angie started to squirm and gasp. "Oh, Leona, eat my cunt!" "Angie, you're so wet. Your cunt tastes much better than that syrup did. "Ohhhhh." While she sucked on Angie's clit, Leona pushed a finger lubricated with Angie's pussy juice into Angie's asshole. "Fuck, oh fuck," Angie screamed repeatedly. Her lean body convulsed with the most powerful orgasm she had ever had. Leona continued sucking Angie off to several more orgasms. Finally, when she had the strength, Angie pushed Leona off. "It's your turn," she said. Leona leaned back onto the bed, and Angie spread her legs wide. She inhaled the scent of Leona's pussy deeply. She had been right; Leona's pussy was very beautiful. She kissed at Leona's labia, at first being more gentle than Leona had been. Soon, however, she was aggressively sucking at Leona's pussy. Within a few minutes, the bed was shaking and Leona was cumming violently, clutching Angie's hair and squeezing Angie's head with her thighs. After what seemed like hours of lovemaking, Angie and Leona cuddled together, breathless and with sweat coating their bodies. Angie reflected on everything that had occured since the previous night. She felt incredibly lucky to be holding Leona's voluptuous body against her own. Leona seemed to be drifting off to sleep. Angie tried to kiss her back to conciousness. She had just had her first sexual experience, and she loved it, and she wasn't done yet. When Leona had gotten some energy back, Angie sat on her face. She then leaned forward until her mouth was on Leona's pussy again. They were finally in the 69 that Angie had been fantasizing about for two weeks. Angie was completely in love with Leona's tastes and smells. As she twisted her tongue into Leona's asshole, she felt yet another orgasm building up. She increased the speed of her fingers and tongue so they would enjoy their climaxes at the same time. The experience of cumming at the same time as her lover was too much for Angie. She felt very lightheaded and collapsed. When she woke up a few minutes later, Leona had tucked her under the covers. She turned her head and saw Leona smiling at her. Angie was incredibly lucky. She hoped desperately that her romance with Leona would last for a very long time. She knew now more than she had ever known before that she was in love. She didn't know if Leona shared her feelings, but hoped that someday she would. END PART ONE If you liked this story please email me at amberblue@hotmail.com and tell me. If you disliked this story, please email me and offer some constructive criticism. Also, the tentative title of this story is rather generic, so if you have any suggestions for a better title please email those to me additionally. 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