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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
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This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is
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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?




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