Message-ID: <35498asstr$1015042211@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@reader1-nwblwi.newsops.execpc.com> From: Jeff Zephyr <jeffzeph@hotmail.com> Reply-To: jeffzeph@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: <3c800fce$0$18505$272ea4a1@news.execpc.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 01 Mar 2002 17:23:59 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} Valentine Story:(Alternative Sex Version)-(solo oral rom teen caution)-My Best Friend Kissed Me On Valentine's Day-by Jeff Zephyr Date: Fri, 1 Mar 2002 23:10:12 -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/Year2002/35498> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have problems which result from reading further. Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002. Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based on reality. If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine. Valentine Story: My Best Friend Kissed Me On Valentine's Day (Alternative Sex Version) - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002. All Commercial Rights Reserved. (solo oral rom teen caution) CAUTION: This story contains a surprise plot twist that, in most cases, would require some additional codes in the subject line. I didn't code them because I don't want to spoil the surprise. Now I don't think the surprise is going to squick a lot of people, but that's just me. I hope you'll read the story to its conclusion, and then let me know how you feel about it. Valentine Story: My Best Friend Kissed Me On Valentine's Day Tanya, my very best friend, kissed me on Valentine's Day. A real kiss, the kind with the tongue and all that. It was the first time anyone kissed me like that. After that, she said she loved me. OK, we've been best friends for a long time. Friends love each other, as friends. I never thought of her in any other way. But when she said, "Sam, I love you. I really love you," I knew. I mean, it wasn't like saying "I love you, man," or anything like that. This isn't supposed to happen. But she is my best friend. You know how that is? Well, maybe you don't, not if your best friend didn't do it to you. So now what? Well, I think I'd better explain what happened. Otherwise, we'll never figure out what to do next. 8th graders don't give out valentines to everyone. Not like the little kids. But our homeroom teacher decided it would be fun to do it anyway. Of course, there is more to it now. At 14, we're old enough to actually get asked someone out on a date, or ask someone out. Neither Tanya nor I have done that yet. We hang around, boys and girls together, but not like a real date, just a girl and a boy together. So far, not even a double date with both of us. That could work, 'cause we're best friends. I mean, we wouldn't get jealous or in each others way or whatever. So anyway, this is like a cool way to actually say something to someone we really like. I did that. Well, it wasn't so cool because it was all like "That was a really nice card, Sam." It wasn't just nice! It was really special. I mean, I said . . . Well, that's another thing. Tanya had made a card for me. I didn't expect that. OK, I did, but it was supposed to a "Best Friends" card, not a "True Love" note, with her scribbly writing saying, "I really love you, Sam. Love, Tanya." She gave it to me after school. We were talking about what happened, and how maybe we might get someone to go out with on a real date. Me, mostly, because I didn't keep my crushes secret from her. Just from everyone else. Which is stupid, because I'll never get a date if I don't at least say something. Well, something better than "I like you. You are really cool." It seemed good to me. I was afraid to say more. But Tanya, she wasn't afraid. She should have been, because we're always just friends. I'd never even thought about her like that at all. In fact, I'd never even thought about her as anything other than just my friend. Best buds, nothing else. OK, I suppose I should get to the kissing thing. I've never been kissed, not really. Neither has Tanya. So Tanya was all hugging me and happy like she always is, and then she said, "You know, we should try out kissing. Just for practice." I wasn't up for that. I mean, not with her. But no one else could see us, and she seemed so interested in doing it. Really, what could it hurt to try it out for a second or two? It wasn't like it would mean anything. Neither of us would tell anyone about doing it. She was already hugging me close, her face next to mine. So we didn't have far to go in order to start kissing. Do you know what kissing feels like? I'd imagined it often, alone in my room, dreaming of love and touching myself. Not just kissing, but I'd wet my lips and run my finger across them, imagining that someone I cared for, and who cared for me, was kissing me. Her lips on mine, her tongue pushing against my tongue and teeth, it was like a real Fourth of July super fireworks show. I felt so alive, and... you know, in my private parts (Yeah, yeah, I know what they are called. But I couldn't think that while getting my first real tongue and lips kiss). It was as if she was touching me there, and everywhere. But anyway, I didn't try to stop it. I meant to only just try this out, for just a second or two to see how it felt. But it was the most amazing thing, and I just didn't want to stop it. Not ever. Even though I started to worry that someone might see us, or that maybe she'd think I was kissing back too much. I was, I moved my tongue against her and it felt all hot and yummy. I didn't even think about it, I just let it happen. Did you know that it isn't easy to breathe while doing it? Kissing, I mean. I'm sure there is some trick to it, because I see older kids and people doing it all the time. But we stopped, gasping for breath. Both of us, standing there still holding onto each other. I let go of her. I didn't know what to say, or even what to think. I mean, a kiss like that, it wasn't just practice. Her Valentine Card message was all too clear now. Then, she said it. Oh, I suppose I should say it again: "Sam, I love you. I really love you." That is what Tanya said to me, after she got her breath back. It was pretty much the same as on the card, but I could feel what it meant now. The kiss was part of the message. Well, that is the sort of thing which I hoped would go along with my first serious kiss. Love. To have someone to love me, that was a grand thing, wasn't it? I mean, the romantic, sexy -- that is what grown-ups do when they get romantic. They have sex. Uh. You aren't really supposed to stick the "Uh" in there, but sometimes you just need some space. I don't know a word for writing which means the same thing, so "Uh." I say it, so I can write it. So there. Anyway, that is what I was feeling. Very confused. Because if it had been my Valentine giving me a kiss, I'd have been super-happy. But it was Tanya. Not that I don't love Tanya. She's my best friend and all, so of course I do. I've been putting this off, because I don't want to sound all stupid thinking about this. But I really do need to explain it. I'm a girl, and so is Tanya. My Valentine pick was a nice boy named Danny. I think she might have liked me more if I hadn't tossed a snowball at her before school . . . Though I do stuff like that with Tanya, and she still likes me. But I know that I've only mostly thought about girls for romance stuff. Sure, I know that some girls like other girls, that way. And lots of grown-up women do also. But isn't like anyone really talks about that at school. I mean, not anything like "I'd really like to go out with her" from a girl. You just can't say that! But Tanya is my best friend, really. So I have to say something about this situation. Something cool, and sensitive, and smart. To make it all make sense, and not confuse things. I didn't do that though. I have to admit that kissing confused me a whole lot. I could still feel the tingles, even though it had been a minute or two just waiting to breathe. And then, her waiting for my answer. "Why did you do that, Tanya?" I asked. I think I sounded really weird, my voice all squeaky and high. That embarrassed me, too. I should sound like a big girl, not a baby. It just sometimes slips that way when I get excited. I didn't want to sound excited by this. I was. Excited, or something like it. I guess the closest word is `aroused'. I felt all tingly and hot. Especially between my legs, but all over. I could see Tanya's nipples poking up under her blouse, and I was sure mine were too. Not just because of the cold, you know? I didn't want it to show. Maybe Tanya didn't know what I was feeling, but I was sure she was feeling this, just as I was. If not more. It just didn't seem to matter as long as we were kissing. It was just part of the whole thing. Now, it meant something. I didn't like it. I wanted to just like Tanya as a friend, not have the hots for her or anything like that. I figured she must have something like that feeling for me. Heck . . . No, Hell! I knew for sure that she did because she said she really loved me. "Because I love you, Sam," Tanya told me, again. Like, that was obvious. Except I wasn't certain sure what she really meant. "Love? Tanya, we're girls. I like Danny. I know you like some boys. You don't mean love, like you'd love a boy, do you?" I really think that is what she meant. I was afraid to find out for sure, but I had to ask it anyway. She's my best friend. If she really was in love with me or something like that, I'd . . . well, I'd figure it out once I knew. "Yes." OK, now I knew. Or did I? "Love, as in maybe wanting to date and kiss, and maybe even, you know, do it?" I almost said "have sex." I figured that Tanya would know what I meant anyway. "Sam, yes, yeah. That is what I mean. I've been thinking about it for while." Then, she came up and hugged me again. I turned my head away, because I was afraid she'd try to kiss me again. "I found some books which showed naked women together. Touching each other, you know? Having sex!" "OK, but you've looked at boys too like that." Well, not having sex. But we shared Playgirl, Seventeen, and some other magazines and stuff. I knew what I looked at those for, and we'd more or less admitted that we played with ourselves looking at them, reading things. It wasn't like most girls wouldn't do it. It is just hard to talk about. Tanya said, "Yeah, Sam. But I like the women better. I imagined doing that with you. Then I realized that I loved you. Being friends is part of being in love. But when I kept thinking about it, I knew. I've wanted to tell you for a while, but I was afraid." "Uh huh." I waited for her to go on. I didn't know what to say. Except that sort of thinking was what I'd thought I was thinking about Danny. But that was only for the last couple of weeks, and Danny and I were never even third best friends. He's just a cute boy in my class. "Then this Valentine's Day thing came up. So I thought, I could just write it out and let you know. But I wanted to kiss you, so I did. I really liked kissing you. I hope you're not mad." I wasn't mad. But I didn't say that. "I don't want to talk to you anymore, Tanya. I'm going home." Then I left. I didn't look back, because I thought I could hear Tanya sobbing a little. Then, I ran home fast. I felt awful. Not about getting kissed. No, Tanya wouldn't tell anyone about that. I even really did like it. It wasn't like what I expected. It was way better! But I should have said something more to Tanya. She is my best friend. At least I hope she is still, after today. I tried calling her house, but she wasn't home. I worried about this until I went to sleep. Except that I didn't exactly go to sleep. I got naked in bed. I often do that, you know? OK, maybe you don't, but I like to play with myself, and it is just easier when I'm naked. I tried to imagine Danny kissing me like Tanya. Even tried to imagine what he was like naked. That was OK, and it felt really nice to think that. Especially while I was rubbing one hand up and down on my pussy. I wet my lips and rubbed my fingers on them, then sucked on every finger on both hands. I imagined having someone kiss me, then suck on my wet pussy. It felt so good touching there with wet fingers, I just knew that getting kissed there would be even better than on the mouth. I remembered how nice Tanya's kiss felt. I could see her kissing my pussy, licking it and sucking on the wet spots. I felt it again. The nice magical tingling that I felt when she kissed me. It ran all through my body, and made my pussy even wetter and hotter. I flicked my clit rapidly. I used my wet fingers to softly rub on my breasts, rubbing each hard nipple. I thought 'Tanya would really lick and kiss me there, if I let her. It was as if she was there, eating my pussy. I came so hard, I practically shoved my pussy through my hand, almost pushing my fingers deep inside. I imagined her licking me, lapping up the wet stuff coming out, all the time I was coming. That would feel so great. I could almost see her here with me. I came really hard, and it felt way better than usual. I took a little taste of my wetness. I'd done that before, but now I was thinking about . . . well, I'm not ready to say it yet. You can guess what I was thinking, maybe. Always be honest with yourself, Mom says. Well, Tanya got me a lot hotter than Danny. I didn't think I was really going to give up on boys. But if Tanya would give me a second chance, I think I might find out if it is OK to love girls. Another story with somewhat tricky coding: I used (solo oral rom teen caution). The caution stands for (f-solo, ff oral-1st). The actual events, if you've read to the end, you know now. It isn't about sex nearly as much as romance, and dealing with a friend wanting to be a romantic partner. The "caution" code there is to preserve the twist. But maybe, some people wouldn't like discovering that Sam is a girl? If Tanya and Sam were boys, I still might have used caution in order to leave the twist in. But I'd have needed it there, or else I'd have had to used the real codes, because more people are squicked by boys getting it on with boys, than girls doing girls. This story is like reading Sam's diary, without knowing who she (or he) is. Once you discover the secret, do you stick around to find out what happened next? -- Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2002. Please don't distribute in an altered form, with removal of any part of the story or author credit and copyright info. 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