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Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2000 04:10:02 -0500
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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completely withdrawn.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
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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. And if you have any story
suggestions, I'd like to hear those too.

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