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From: Iago <iago_72@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Sherazade - Iago (F/F, Rom)
Date: Sun, 27 May 2001 17:10:03 -0400
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Sherazade

by Iago <iago_72@yahoo.com> (Copyright 2001)

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This story contains explicit acts of lesbian sex.
Please refrain from reading if you are offended by
this, or under legal age in your area. Otherwise, read
on! Hope you enjoy it.

This story was written as part of a Write Club duel
that took place on 2001-05-26. Many thanks to Katie
and Alecia! :)

All feedback is welcome. Thank you for reading.

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Write Club Themes:

The Theme selected from Katie's input: Even though the
girl had blonde hair and was named Candy, she didn't
turn out to be a bimbo.

The Theme selected from Iago's input: A college
student discovers that her roommate is a  popular
online author of F/F erotic stories.

Lexi's Theme for the story: Candy and Ariel are
roommates at college. Something happens that causes
conflict, Initially, it pushes them apart. Eventually
they get close and find they are perfect for each
other. (Soap opera with at least one good sex scene.)

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that either makes me,
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Sherazade

by Iago


####

She leaned a hand on my arms, raising them over my head, pushing
them into the soft pillow. I didn't struggle much, settling into
the bed with a warm quiver as her mouth drifted gently, inches
over mine.

Our faces met, and the shiver increased in me as she shifted her
weight. Locks of blond hair swam down over me, but all I could
think of was the softness of her body against mine. I could
*feel* her smile on my lips. She teased me, casually, letting the
world slip by in darkness as I became the object of her tender
worship. I began to moan softly, returning her passion with
vigor. My explorations, tentative at first, became more daring
and intricate, my tongue dancing in her mouth, tasting of her.

Words, flashes, images coursed through my brain. I was shaking,
loosing myself in rapture... I could feel her excitement, too, as
my hands drifted down her back, caressing the gentle curves. We
were consuming each other, falling, intertwined, locked in the
merciless grip of rising lust. Her nipples hardened against the
ivory softness of my skin. Her breasts pressed against mine as
she struggled to breathe, to calm her throbbing heart. I realized
I was the source of her deepest yearnings, and felt my own heart
match the rhythmic thunder.

She broke the kiss, and I felt the heat of her breath on my chin.
My eyes narrowed, gazing up in hers. I watched the twin stars in
her eyes for a long time, before finding a voice to word my
thoughts in gentle adoration.

"Tell me a story."

Even in darkness, I could sense the impish grin slipping across
those sensuous lips. Her naughty voice filled my ears, my mind
and body. I shifted against the sheets, sighed when she began,
sotto voce...

"Once upon a time, there was girl named Ariel..."


####


My name *was* Ariel... and yet it wasn't.

I had managed to keep quiet about the story I found until
breakfast the next morning. I sat rigidly at the tiny round table
in my dorm room. Outside, the halls of the coed building were
alive with the footsteps of students getting to class.

I watched sunlight pouring out of the side window, turning
Candy's golden mane of blond hair into a halo, and asked myself
why it had to be such a nice day.

She was twenty-one, a few months older than I was, the girl Admin
had assigned me to share this spacious dorm room with. I had
envied her her bright green eyes from the moment we met, and had
been equally struck by the elfish smile that seemed perpetually
etched upon her visage. I had dwelled somewhat less on what could
only be described as her stripper's figure (quite abundant in
voluptuous curves), catching a slight glimpse of it in quick
moments when she left the shower with barely a bathrobe to cover
herself. The bimbo image that seemingly exuded from every pore in
her body was further completed by the form-fitting cotton wear
she habitually slipped on, shirts that were one size too small,
espousing her generous cleavage like a second skin.

I had paid little mind to the suspicious lack of a horde of
slobbering males trailing behind her.

Funny, that.

Almost as funny as the face she made when I flung the three-page
story on the table, right between her bowl of cereal and serving
of OJ.

Stuffed in her school satchel, it had fallen out as I nudged it
out of the way one night, while she had been out clubbing with
friends. I had snatched it up, giving it a cursory, uninterested
glance, about to fold it and put it back in place.

The words printed on the page had arrested me. Curiosity quickly
gave way to stunned surprise. The heat of the sexual encounter,
described in meticulous detail, left nothing to the imagination.
A pair of female bodies, sweaty and tangled upon a bed, locked in
impassioned embrace.

I scanned the first page, line by line, feeling a heat rise in my
cheeks. A key, as yet unlocked, began to turn slowly in my mind.
I frowned, unsure. Suddenly frightened by my reaction.

There was no mistaking the handwritten correction in themargins.

I noticed neither one of the girls was named Ariel.

And yet, one of them was.

And just like that, my heart sank.


####


"How long ago did you post this smut? How many people have read
it??"

Candy's astonishment quickly gave way to deep embarrassment. The
awkward silence was palatable. It grew more and more intolerable
with each passing second. I didn't give a shit about her secret,
but a shrilling voice inside me wanted to know when I had become
part of it.

There was no mistaking the mannerisms of the character. That
embarrassed shrug I usually give when I'm the sudden focus of
attention? There. The way I love that gentle stroking of a hand
in the back of my neck? Ditto. The way my foot curls around the
leg of a chair whenever I'm boiling with excitement? Third
paragraph, page one.

I had told her all this trivial stuff over shots during a long
week-end two months ago... my dreams and hopes of an eventual
Masters at MIT... of a quiet, beach front property facing the
Pacific, up in the North West... of an end to the seemingly
perpetual string of failed relationships that had somehow failed
to sour my optimism in finding the right person to share my life
with.

One of those nights when you learn to trust someone.

"Listen... Ariel... I3/4"

Her half hearted attempt at explaining died abruptly on her lips
as boiling fury shot through my eyes. She wasn't even keen on
bringing up the very real fact of my indiscretion.

I waited for the scream to come, but it didn't. Candy just kept
looking at me, strange shudders of her lips trying to form words
that wouldn't come out.

She could make me kneel in front of her... She could describe how
I loved to lick the dripping juices from the inside of her
thighs, how I hungered to feel my lips against her cunt, at the
stroke of midnight, when all were blind to the unimaginable
intensity of secret lesbian passions.

She could write all these things... and couldn't tell me why she
had.

I closed my eyes, thinking again of God knew ho many stories
posted out there, for men and women to read... a part of my inner
self, secret and yet not... my body the stuff of fantasies and
lurid, self-inflicted climaxes.

My cheeks were fiery red.

*Thinking of it.*

*Trying not to.*

Candy finally looked away. She hoisted herself from the table.
Her hands were trembling, too.

She apologized in silence, with tears in her eyes.


####


Was there something else in those eyes? A plea? A glimmer of
hope?

I didn't see it again for a long time. She hardly looked at me
anymore. I snapped at her once, three days into our self-imposed
silence, and she recoiled. Her self assurance and openness melted
away, replaced by a introverted demeanor. She conjured a closet
full of baggy pants and long-armed sweaters, and somehow
coordinate her showers with my absence from the room.

I realized why she was doing this. Half of me found myself
wishing I could let it go.

Another week went by. A semblance of normality returned. An
occasional smile dispelled the grim atmosphere. We found
ourselves working back to snippets of casual conversation, but it
seemed a bit forced. We both knew we'd be parting way by the end
of the semester.

She was immensely careful. So was I.

Darryl surfaced a little too often in those brief chats. I was
seeing him again, despite the mid-term party where I had promptly
told him things wouldn't work out between us. Cal One got me
excited far more than he ever had, but somehow I managed to
ignore that nagging detail.

I used him. He didn't seem to mind too much.

Usually, we fucked over at his place, since his roommate had a
lot of night classes. Then, he came over a few times, when Candy
decided to sleep out. He scampered off to class every morning,
but it seemed very important for me to make sure he left some of
his toiletries in a visible spot, next to the bathroom mirror.

It was a kind of atonement, I think. A way to forget the secret
betrayal of my thoughts as he rammed into me... a way to find
relief in the fact that he was my 'regular'... that there was no
sense in worrying about the seductive imagery I couldn't
expurgate for my brain... the single, wicked picture of a mane of
long, blond hair, shifting smoothly, sensually, between my
legs... the only thing that could erase Daryl's face from my mind
long of enough to give me the deliverance of a long, hardclimax.


####


Her chosen name was Sherazade.

She was admired and respected from what I could tell. Her stories
commanded attention and eager anticipation across a few message
boards, especially those where my alter-ego found herself
seduced. In a strange sort of way, I imagined it was flattering.

The listing of her tales went on, perpetually frozen in the
virtual realm. They would always remain posted up there.

I hesitated for a moment, glaring back at the silent room. The
halls outside were dead, this time of night. The shape of the two
beds outlined against the shadows by the soft glow of Candy's
table lamp was the only thing I could see.

I turned back to the screen. I chose one story. Butterflies
floated in chest as began to read.

Her words had a bewitched quality. The opening paragraphs
trickled by, filled with the intense longing of unrequired love.

I squirmed, struck again by a uneasy, yet familiar feeling. I was
under no illusions of the one she spoke of.

I slid deeper into this strange universe. A voice inside me began
to whisper the lines softly, making my pulse quicken despite
myself. A twitch ran up and down my spine, making my legs weak. I
barely noticed by leg snagging one of the legs of the chair under
me.

Clothing was shed upon the screen in a dance of seduction. I
squeezed my knees together.

The fading embers of reluctance were dissolved in the flush that
spread inside me. I emitted a soft moan, and ran my hand up and
down my chest.

I looked on with unblinking eyes at the screen, watching while
Sherazade made love to me.

I was falling outside myself. I didn't know if I liked how drunk
those feelings made me. Yet so many things were clicking inside
my head.

Curiosity called out to me. I shivered. My hand dipped under the
waistband of my shorts.

I leaned back on the chair. I filled my nostrils with imagined
scents as my body gave in to the exploration of a new,
irresistible pleasure.

I was so wet. My fingers sunk with ease, probing, sliding in and
out, caressing my clit.

I leaned closer to the laptop's screen. The narrative worked its
spell upon me. It was easier if I thought of it that way. I
caressed the keys that had given birth to these words with the
fingers of my other hand, and wondered if Candy had read them as
I now did, dreaming of an impossible embrace with me even as a
fire of bliss raged inside her cunt.

My ass rocked inside the chair. I gasped through stifled squeals,
drenching my hand with cum-juice. Pure pleasure exploded every
nerve in my body.


####


The shifting of the bed stirred me awake. I slowly opened my
eyes, and beheld the silhouette looming over me.

"Ariel?"

My finger rose up to her lips. I could see their shapes in the
starlight penetrating the window that hung just over her bed. I
wondered for a moment if I was awake or dreaming, and sighed
softly when I decided it mattered little.

Candy shifted again, and settled properly next to me. Her leg
rubbed against my naked thigh, and I saw her shadow quickly turn
away from the trimmed patch of hair glistening between my legs.

I tried to capture her eyes with mine, but she wouldn't look
towards me. I arched in her bed, felt the covers shift under me,
and raised the T-shirt I wore right up to the undersides of my
breasts. My hands then slipped down again, feeling the smooth
skin of my midriff, until they converged upon my mons, sinking
deeper, deeper still...

I played gently with myself. The scent of sex still hung in the
air. It had permeated the sheets of Candy's bed as I laid in it,
stroking myself, waiting for her arrival. I did it slowly this
time, my eyes still watching her.

I could *hear* her thoughts. Her doubts. The disbelief of an
author confronted with the cherished dream. I couldn't help
reciting the very lines of the story that had painted such an
improbable picture of us. I made the voice hers, I wanted to hear
her reading them out to me... mysterious Sherazade, giving
utterance to dark, warm secrets...

"Candy... please..." I beseeched.

It felt so good to say it.

It felt so good to finally *know.*

A stab of pain made me wince as I watched her teeter on the edge.
I remembered the harshness of my words in weeks past, crushing
hopes of what was never meant to be... turning her into the sick,
perverted bitch who obviously harbored twisted designs on all of
her friends.

"Ariel... I... I don't know what it is you want."

My heart melted at the trembling in her voice. She had broken the
spell in a single moment of painful honesty, but I reached out,
took her hand, and guided it between my legs.

I pressed against her wrist, moving it back and forth.

Sherazade had put lovely words in my mouth. I repeated them as my
own. "Feel me... feel how wet you've made me..."

Candy's face drifted closer. Her fingers slowly roused to life.
She caressed my pussy in careful strokes. My breath shallowed as
she slid a finger inside me.

Her lips brushed my ear. I knew what *her* words would be before
she spoke them. I closed my eyes against the darkness, and made a
soundless moaned, hoping... waiting...

"Is... is this what you want?"

I answered by ramming against her hand, closing my legs and
feeling her hand against my pussy.

"Yes... yessssss..."

Moments of sensual touching yielded to harder and harder motions
as she began to fuck me with her fingers. I tried keeping my
voice low, afraid of waking the entire dorm, steeling myself for
what came next.

She ceased as soon as I expected, and a moan of frustration
escaped my lips. I spread my legs at once, leaning back against
the bed, feeling her body slip over my knee, her face forward,
hovering over my sex.

I grabbed handfuls of the sheets as her breath hovered on my
oversensitive pussy. She too, was shifting urgently, leaning
forward more and more. Her tongue began twirling in my bush. I
felt her nails stroking it as her mouth slid lower, delivering
soft kissing all over my labia.

"Ohhhhh... ohhhh God... yesssss...."

She craned her neck forward, her tongue and fingers mingling
together as they caressed my folds. She found my clitoris,
flicked it in delicate motions even as I spread myself wider. My
hips quaked, rising from the bed, and I began thrusting my cunt
into her face.

Waves of pleasure swirled in my vision as I came. My pussy gushed
into her waiting mouth, but she would not relent. She kept on
sucking, thrusting her tongue deeper inside me, fucking me,
fucking me as I came, again, again, again...


####


She traced lazy circles around my navel.

I nuzzled the crook of her shoulder, biting playfully. "Do we
*have* to get up?"

She offered a neutral hum, and I decided she didn't want to
either. I kissed the edge of her jaw line, letting my tongue
taste the saltiness of her perspiration, while our bodies
radiated against each other.

We held on to each other with tired limbs, tightening our embrace
as I finally found her lips and savored the taste of my own
juices on her lips. She leaned into me, rubbing her thigh against
me, urging me on by pressing against my snatch.

I broke away long enough to manage a horny giggle.

"I have a lot of stories to tell, love," she murmured
mischievously.

I nodded, leaning forward for another quick kiss. The depth of my
longings, uncharted and mysterious, awaited the divine light of
her muse for a thousand nights to come.

I stared up for a moment to watch the heavens open above me. The
golden rays of morning warmed a patch of dark blue sky far beyond
the window.

I settled back down, resting my ear against her breast, letting
the song of her loving heartbeat fill me with quiet joy.


-Fin-

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